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The Factory
RD0001
The last thing Sara remembers from that night was the scent of the man she went on a date with. It was so clean yet it had a faint scent of rubber? It made no sense, but she had figured that it was from work, it had said in his bio that he was a doctor.
The date had been amazing, he had paid for her which surprised her, as she was ready to swing her card. She hated when people thought she just went on dates to get free food, but truth be told she just liked dates, yes who would have thought that? But it turned out now that maybe the date had not been that amazing after all, because when she woke up in a room naked and no idea where she was, she knew it had turned out bad.
The room or maybe a more fitting word would be cell, she thought as she looked around the white room with the dim lighting. There were no windows, the floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with white soft cushions, it was almost like one of those old rooms they put insane people in while wearing a straight jacket.
Where the hell am I? Sara thought, as she got up from the floor and looked around, there was a latch in the door and that was it, was she really supposed to be here, and why the hell was she naked?
“Hello? Anyone here?” She tried to call out, but her words were met with silence. “Can anyone help me?”
She felt her heart rate raise a little, she was starting to panic a little, what sort of sick joke was this? Was this some sort of weird kink that doctor had?
What was his name? She could not remember the doctor’s name, she could barely remember anything. “Let me out!”
Her voice broke as she yelled and then she started slamming on the door, her panic was through the roof now and she had no idea what to do. She needed to get out, she could not die like this, she thought she was going to die.
She had heard of factories that hunted people and skinned them to sell their skin and organs, she could not end like this.
“Please!” She could feel the tears run down her cheek, her knees meeting the soft floor, and her stance breaking, her whimpering cut the silence like a knife through pudding.
It was in that moment when she felt so utterly defeated that the latch to the door opened and she looked up on the bottle and note in it. She pulled both of it out and dried her eyes, so she could read the note that had followed the little bottle.
To be free is to surrender, to be terminated is to resist.
She read the note so many times, what the fuck was going on right now? She felt the anger but controlled it so far, she would not die, she would prevail. She turned her attention to the bottle and read what it said on it first.
Freedom. She then looked at the black substance inside of it, it looked thick, and she could almost swear that it moved a little, was it alive? But to get her freedom she would have to open the bottle and most likely let the thing out that was inside of it.
She took a deep breathe and slowly opened the lid, she then turned the bottle and the liquid poured out and collected itself into a form, a slime? She felt confused, what was a slime doing in that bottle, she had heard about slimes before, but never actually got to see one alive.
Sara stared at the little thing, a quick thought came over her and before she knew, she had poked the little slime, which in response grabbed her finger.
“Hey hey little guy, get off,” she could feel her panic returning, what was it doing? She tried to brush it off, but her other hand just got covered in the thick liquid from it. “Let me go.”
She saw the black slime crawl up her arm, covering her skin as it went up. She tried again to pull off the creature on her arm, but to no avail. The liquid cured on her skin, turning into a thick rubber on her, latex.
“Please.” She stopped her begging when she felt the slime move over her chest, encasing her boobs, and slowly making a milking motion on her, creating a vacuum on her nipples, it was good. “Oh… Fuck.”
She could not let it do this, but it felt so good, the more the slime covered her skin the more horny and mindless she got. She knew this was bad, yet it was so far behind in her mind that she ignored it. The slime turned into a longer and more thick rode, no it was a tentacle.
She looked at the tentacle and felt how she was slowly losing control, as she guided it into her mouth. If she could make it happy with her mouth, then maybe she could get out.
She felt the excitement immediately from the creature, as it entered her mouth and she sucked on it. It grew in size and pushed to get further down in her throat, it made her gag a little, but it stopped as soon as the tentacle was past the trigger point. Sara closed her eyes and moaned a little, how could she breathe right now, she had no idea, all she knew was that all of a sudden she could not stop thinking about how much she wanted it in her holes.
It was almost as if the slime could read her mind, as she was thinking them. The slime pushed two tentacles in, one in her pussy and one in her ass, it made her whimper and then moan, so much moaning.
Sara never noticed how much of her body had been covered in the latex, until it reached her face and was covering her eyes. It was the last time she would see out of her eyes like this, something she did not know at this point.
And then it hit, the taste of cum, a taste she was not unfamiliar with, but it still surprise her, just like how she swallowed it and moaned, almost begging for more. Her mouth, her ass, and her pussy, all filled to the brim with cum, inflating her, bloating her stomach so she looked a little pregnant. She could also feel how her body was getting warm, like it was growing around her chest, thighs, and ass, making her a perfect doll. She would be the first of many.
Her body full encased in latex as the tentacles inverted themselves, making her smooth on the outside and plugging her up from the inside of the suit. As she felt herself being plugged up in all of her three holes, a joyous moan came out of her, this was indeed freedom.
She surrender completely and when the door to the room opened, she was kneeling in front of it, waiting for her next command. She would do anything to stay in the suit, to stay in this divine pleasure, she had lost her mind to the pleasure. A man knelt down and locked around her neck a collar, made of rubber and metal, it rested perfectly on her, he made sure to lock it with a heavy lock, and would later throw away the key.
The collar bore an id tag, her new name.