It was hard to call it an it. It was the notorious, scandalous, infamous elf known as Rossem Klyn. He was notorious for his powers, scandalous for his tastes, and infamous for the way he used his powers to achieve those tastes.

Now he was hers. The Directrix salivated at the elven morsel. He was a treat for which there was no equal. His succulent features were visible through a thin polymer glaze. His legs and manhood were so clearly outlined that the Directrix could already taste them. Every pop and squirm that he made was so spectacularly highlighted in the natural light of the window and the yellow lamp overhead. The glossy reflection of his laminated and compressed form was scintillating. She grinning, admiring her own pale skin and dark lips in her reflection on his thigh.

She twirled her hand, announcing to her gathered henchmen that it was time to begin. Heavy rubber bands locked over his knees, his thighs, his crossed arms , his chest, and the top of his forehead. The Directrix herself tested them, stretching the rubber and letting it snap taut against his skin. This elicited a moan with each stinging impact. She ran a finger over his groin, trying to elicit further sounds. These were higher-pitched, longer, and of a somewhat more amorous variety.

The Directrix circled the latex-laminated entity on the table, stopping when she stood just behind his head. The prep table came up to her waist. She moved forward. The elf’s forehead just barely came up to her chest. She leaned forward slightly, hanging her breasts atop his brow for a moment. Her hands clasped the sides of his head. The rubber kept him still, but she wanted to hold him on her own while the machines began. It was a delicate procedure… but more importantly, she wanted to feel every reaction from her new toy.

Two armatures extended from below the table, raising and angling themselves at the elf’s dagger-shaped ears. Like his distinguished blonde hair, his ears were entirely enclosed by a thin and vac-sealed latex layer. The two armatures moved in perfect synchronization, approaching his head and making an opening in the latex sheath.

She grinned, and mused briefly on the irony of opening up his impermeable coating just to fill it back up. Robotic feelers extended from the armatures, gently forcing their way deep, deep, deep within his ear canals. After realizing she was drooling, the Directrix retreated from the workroom for a moment.

After the brief recess, the subject’s first phase was complete. The was a convex curve over his ears from new aural-insert cups. There was no sign of the seal ever having been broken.

Grinning, she snapped her fingers. Attendants had been waiting for their Mistress with bated breath, and immediately began modifying the armatures for the next steps. She luxuriated in his envelopment. The spider took a sense of pride in knowing that its web was inescapable, and that it had trapped such a morsel as the elf.

The armatures repeated their process, locked goggle-like lenses and a long sheath over his mouth - and sealing them up afterwards. There was more definition to his face. The laminate had stolen all identity from him, but the new toys helped to return some of it.

His lips. His expression. The latex was molded around them. The Directrix could read his face. His eyes twitched and fluttered. His mouth puckered and went slack, biting hard on his gag. The elf was aware that his mind and body were being processed to better suit her needs. She could see the growing arousal in his face as well as his body.

The rubber sculpture gained detail as the encasement tightened and his body reacted. Drugs and endorphins flooded his system. Hormonal adjustments made his toes wiggle with enforced pleasure. When the Directrix leaned over to his mouth, she could hear the gentles of mmph and ngya sounds emanating from gagged lips.

Every reaction was a new flavor. Her palate was overcome with arousal, surprise, and earnest lust.

Small lights appeared on his temples and forehead. They pulsed with a gentle golden glow. Microchips in the suit were now indicating his state of mind as all the gear connected. His body was being woven into her toy; just as silken threads moved through a tapestry. Inside and out, he moaned with increasing, glorious pleasure.

The pulses slowed and soon became a solid light, indicating that the toy was ready. There were plenty of details that still remained, of course, but those were irrelevant to the merciless Directrix. He was prepared just for her, and she was hungry. With a wave of her hand, the attendants cleared out of the room.

Her lips opened. Her watered mouth tasted his as she licked and kissed at those luscious, coated lips.

The Directrix had to step back for a moment. Her pale skin flushed red as she crawled atop him, biting her lip in anticipation. Two gloved hands ran from his coated hair to his face, his neck, chest, and waist.

Unfortunately, there were some minor repairs she needed to attend to first. Watching the toy’s processing had distracted her. She dismounted just as soon as she had sat atop him.

 With all the pomp and circumstance she could muster, she removed her side-cap and cape. Slowly, she removed her gloves, and then unzipped her tunic. There were marks visible beneath that outer layer - the result of a hard-fought battle against the elf. With a sigh, she ran a finger down her face and head. Marks marred her porcelain skin. Only someone fighting for their freedom would have fought with such ferocity. Only someone practiced with weaponry would have fought with such finesse.

When she finished disrobing, she commanded the robotic armatures to repair her. All the while, she stared at the toy, waiting and longing for her touch.

In her state, she hardly noticed the messages of warning appearing on monitors within her lab. Certainly, she never noticed that her wounds had been afflicted with an unknown substance; that she ought seek further attention. She paid no heed when it warned that she would need to be contained for safety if no actions were taken within the next few minutes.

She drooled again. She sat atop his struggling form, enjoying his warmth and struggles. The lights flashed green; ready, eager, and ripe for use. The woman leaned forward, her chest meeting his. His head reared back at the sudden, pleasurable pressure of this visitor.

The succulent taste of his lust drowned out all else in the room. They were soon overwhelmed by their own passions, soon to be two toys locked in embrace.