The fireplace was plain. Diplomas and photos decorated the wooden overmantle. Glowing embers occasionally leapt and twirled in a fiery dance, kept safe behind metal and stone. All of the lights were pointed away from the fireplace and mantle, shining on the woman across the room.

            She was the very image of calm, swaying gently in the evening. Her movements were slow and laborious. She moved as if underwater, with each stroke of her hands emulating the smooth and lackadaisical strokes of a bather.

            Not an inch of skin could be seen in the golden, diffuse light. She wasn’t simply dressed, she was coated. Her body was positively smothered in latex. It cupped her breasts, canvassed her legs, and completely, positively coated her featureless face. No sounds came from her smooth and seamless visage. The soft elegance of a gently sloping curve had a feminine quality all its own.

            Her legs were folded and spread apart. Thick, stretchy cables bound her to the ceiling. Contact points at her knees, her shoulders, and the back of her head allowed her the freedom to gently stroke herself. Her hands moved in simple, otious motions. She was ‘dancing’ with what little motion she could muster, drawing the eye all across her bound, suspended, and encased form.

            The only sound was the gentle, soothing sounds of the fireplace… and the sound of her hands on her body. Her self-serving pleasure had passed the overture and was slowly rising in tempo. The rubberdoll moved her hands across her body, squirming and squeaking and cooing in her effortless, automatic pleasure. There simply wasn’t any question about what to do. Her body took the most obvious path, and sounds of growing lust soon overcame the ambiance of the cozy hearth.

            A blonde man of shorter stature approached her from behind. He put a hand on her throat.

            She responded by arching her back forward. Her neck, even through thick layers of rubber, was highly erogenous. His fingers played over her sensitive zones and tugged tight. He imposed a degree of control and danger that she simply couldn’t resist. Low moans began to emanate from the anonymous rubberdoll. 

            He put his other hand on her breasts. After providing the most polite and pleasant of molestations, he moved his hand farther down to her womanhood. Up until now, she had been using her free arms to gently pleasure herself. The irresistible feel of his hand on her neck had sent her mind deeper into the gutter, and she responded by eagerly rubbing herself in anticipation.

            The young man flicked her hands away. His dark, gloved fingers were magical. The rubber seams opened, and he provided such soft and intimate torment as to make her forget that she’d been touching herself at all. His fingers were soft, warm, and gentle around her lips. His thumb gently nosed her bud.

            The slave reacted with moans of delight. He  brought his face in close and parted his hair. He nuzzled his cheek against hers, eager to hear the heavily-muffled sounds of his quarry’s lusty groans.

            She felt her womanhood filled. The same magical ichor which coated her so completely was now filling her inside as well. It was stunning. The walls of her slit grew as the rubber sought her g-spot. Warm vibrations racked her body as she felt her inside coated and packed. It tickled and teased the roof of her womanhood. The woman was rapidly approaching powerful orgasm.

            The young man removed the packed plug, leaving her empty for but a moment. Glowing runes appeared on the outside of her shining skin.

            “Go ahead…” said the young man. He whispered where the rubberdoll’s ears would be.

            “Touch yourself all you want. Be my guest. I’m recording this, of course, for posterity. To see someone like you reduced to a horny, hapless little whore is an event worthy of study. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

            He withdrew his hands.

            “I know how very, very hot you are right now. I encourage you - I demand - that you touch yourself as much as you want. Nobody but me watching, teacher; you’re in your own world, a rubbery prison that you always wanted. I want you to cum for me, over and over. Enjoy my little tattoo on your womb. You’ll be happy and horny as long as you wish. Who knows. Maybe after you’ve cum enough, we can shape your coating to better reflect the role of a cute little doll like yourself. Wider hips, thicker thighs, and maybe even a face!”

            He gripped her throat one more time, running his fingers across her erogenous spots. Glowing purple lines were already appearing. More and more would soon show as she fell deeper and deeper into the lusty abyss. He pictured her inside the helmet; tongue and gums coated, but not gagged - he wanted to hear her moan. He wondered what shade of red she was...

            The woman came. She pressed her face tight against her helmet. The blank, smooth features were briefly disrupted as she pressed her tongue against the wall.