Dressing

by Neeckin (ao3)

Chapter 1

The weight of the thing on her face was almost enough to finally cast away her thoughts, her memories, the moment that had led up to this. Yet as the humming in her ears grew in intensity, and the mask wound itself up for another climax, her passive mind found little as they delved into her mental depths. Emotions that had flared like a storm had simmered, and her recollection was like a plane of glass scattered across the floor. She had been doing something important here as a secret agent, yet now she could barely recall why it was so significant.

The hum in her ears thumped through her body, Mol standing up, limbs locked and unwilling to move, to step forward, despite being unrestrained, her nude form there for any to see, if indeed there was anyone at all. She could feel something tracing over her thoughts like a soft breath, fingertips running gently across, and Mol uttered a shuttered gasp, a mixture of desire and surprise taking her in that moment, as the mask reached its peak.

The flash that thumped through her felt like a physical force, slamming into her mind, hot and demanding, burning almost, yet without the pain. It was enough to send her tumbling onto her butt, the smooth, hard tiled floor offered no mercy to her cushioned backside. Her mind was scattered across the floor again, and this time, she did not rise to try to pick it up. Mol sat there, still as she could be, aside from the muffled gasping as her hot breath spread across the inside of the mask. The hum was gone, all of it was gone, and she suddenly felt very directionless, her mind sitting there, not bothering to plan or think.

Something however, removed the mask, the heavy black, metal piece that had wholly obscured her face was pulled off like one would remove a pair of glasses. She looked up to find the source, yet the blackness that swept across the ceiling behind the light ensured that it was hidden from view. Yet her eyes uncovered, her senses once more aware of the room she was in, something traced across her mind like a whisper. It was not commands, not instructions, but a feeling, a pull that brought her to her feet, a hand wiping the sweat from her flushed face, her usually cream coloured skin now peppered by a flush tone. That pull had her slowly turn around, take in the shallow room she was in, and finally settle on the table behind her. That pull had her reach out to the glossy black material on the table, yet it was her alone who offered a soft gasp as her fingers traced across the smooth, flawless material.

There was no question, no wonder in Mol’s mind then. She needed to put it on, she wanted to put it on, to feel it press against her skin, against her naked body. The woman found herself pressing her thighs together at the simple fantasy of it, new thoughts, new wants blooming like fireworks in her mind as she unfolded the thing. Her body was slick already, sweat having rolled down every inch of her form over the past while, leading to her having risen from a puddle on the floor, yet now something else rolled down her thigh in anticipation.

Yet despite this sudden want, that anomalous sensation that remained fixed within her mind, Mol did not move with haste, did not throw herself upon this new task. There was nothing else of concern after all, no pressing needed, the glimmer of memories like flashing lights in the darkness, so quickly passed and forgotten against this rich sea of glossy black.

The bodysuit was a snug fit, she could tell at a glance, her womanly figure a sensual piece of eye candy with every sway of her hips, and though there was none in this room to see, she took her time as she bent down, offering such a sight of her ass, her wanting, drooling pussy as she slipped her feet down into the snug, padded heels of the thing.

She offered a soft moan as she felt it press tight around her feet, a slight warmth to the material, padded for comforts. The same sensation spread upward as she ensured the material was smooth and snug across her calves and her thighs. The zipper that swept down the front of the thing ensured that she needed a bit of effort to get her ass in, though she took each tug in stride.

Grunting with effort she pulled the thing up over the vast, bouncing expanse of her behind, every moment sending drops of sweat off her, covering the floor around her. The snug latex finally covered her backside however, pressing, pushing, framing her ass in such a way that it was like a painting of sexual delights, and she was quick to give it a slap, feeling her ass still bouncing and swaying even within those confines. She felt her sex clench at the sensation, her pussy drooling in anticipation as she pulled the suit tight across her wide hips, so that it pushed so perfect against her glossy body, against her pussy.

She moaned at the sensation, the pressure, rolling her hips to encapsulate the feeling of her twitching set being massaged by this smooth, warmth material, teasing her as it almost pushed past her lips, yet denied her that final pleasure. That was what finally brought a haste to her moments, the want, the need for more. A base desire that filled her mind with an almost primal desire, hooks and pulls no longer of notice as she hurried about, lost in the moment.

Her voice filled the room, coupled with the faint squeaks of the material, moans and gasps and broken, breathless words of desire, wet and want spilling from her drool coated lips as she slipped her arms into the suit, pulling it so tight against her body, covering up her entire self. Muscles pressed against its tight embrace, the glossy blackness only just capturing her strength against the curves of her body.

The zipper pulled ever upward to the tall, tight collar of the suit, yet before that, a sensual experience, her chest, sizable as it was, did not experience the same tightness as her ass, her pussy, instead they hung free, spilling out of the sides around the zipper, bouncing, waving, her nipples, which ached so badly, free for her latex covered hands to grope and tease, to press her thumbs into so that shocks of pleasure would push through her needy body. Her tongue lolled out at that, drool dripping from her chin, mingling with the sweat that still poured from her brow, but she didn’t care, didn’t notice. The zipper had on it a fat metal ring, one that a finger could easily hook into, and she eagerly pulled it up tight, right to her throat, right to its end. The suit hugged her body, a warm embrace all over like countless hands, yet the warmth brought her not a confidence or command now, but a need.

Mol dropped back to her knees, tongue extended past her lips towards an unseen lover as her left hand groped her breasts, and her right snaked down the smooth suit to her covered pussy. Fingers pushed at the material, pawed at her most sensitive of places with ravenous intent. Blocked as it was, she could still feel, could still touch herself, and her hips rocked as she squatted there in her heels, masturbating, moaning, begging, drawing closer and closer to that peak.

Her orgasm was that of a bright flash in her mind, a white hot light that burned without pain, her hips bucked as she continued to touch her covered pussy, arousal coating her suits inside, mingling with sweat as she spasmed and moaned. She fell backward, legs still spread, still touching herself as her voice lost coherency like her thoughts, a garbled sound of wet moans and submission.

Mol stayed like that for a few minutes longer, panting, staring up at that single light above. Coherency returned, clarity came back into focus, and with it, that delicate pull. The woman rose upon heeled feet, her gaze leaving the light to fall to the door. It lay open, the hallway beyond beckoning her. She wondered for a moment if it had always been open but, did it really matter? Did she care?

Her every step came with a twitch of pleasure as the material that pressed against her pussy stretched as shifted, sensations lighting up in her mind again as she left that room, leaving the sweat soaked floor and the heavy, sex mingled air. She didn’t care, she knew that, and didn't think of it again as she left, following that soft pull, like a leash around her neck.

Chapter 2: Cassandra Cain

Cassandra Cain had stood in that room for some time, her mind rolling over what had occurred over and over. Learning, growing as a fighter, seeing every mistake she had made and what she should have done. Stripped now of much of her mind's wasteful emotions and thoughts, it was easy for her to be commanded to learn, to enhance herself.

What came next however, was not training, but a rebuilding of herself. The trained killer turned hero stared downward at her ruined suit for only a moment, the thing only just hanging onto her figure. There was no saving it, and the firm, silent voice within her demanded its abandonment. It felt good to obey, it felt right to follow the commands of the light.

Hands pulled at her suit, clasps undone, straps growing slack as the torn mound of cloth and metal fell away, a discarded mountain on the ground. Bit by bit as the raven haired woman committed to this act, her figure was revealed to the single light above. Cass’s figure was like scar coated rock, deep lines followed all across her toned body, her every movement a showcase of her muscles. Power and skill radiated from her ever inch, and her cold, flickering eyes drank in the table before her with the clarity that had dominated her mind since she was young.

The commands within her were straightforward, easy to follow. Remaining on that track, completing the mission, that was what it was all about, and she strode forth with measured steps, face frozen, hands clenched. Every inch of her form glossy with sweat, red marks still coating much of her from the fight, from the loss...

From the ascension.

Her mind was hollow from any lingering thoughts now, her nudity little more than a moment between states, a traversal period before she acquired her new set, her new self for her next mission. To that end her movements were quick, fingers grabbing at the folded mound of rubbery blackness of the table, already knowing what to do. The bodysuit was a snug thing, yet it did not hinder her for a moment as she stretched it first across her legs, then upward across the rest of her body. Arms pulled into the sleeves of it, the material pulled taunt over toned form.

It almost stuck to her body like paint, framing her figure as she flexed and moved, the heels on it’s bottom clicking insistently as she shifted about in a muted silence, eyes wide, lips pressed together in a tight line. First the boots were ensured to be perfect, then her hands rose upwards along her legs, pressing out any and all wrinkles. Her hips and ass pressed against the material as if trying to push outward, the crack of her ass highlighted as she bent over again and again.

The front of the thing lay open, her breasts, perky and aroused, bounced with her movements. The heavy metal zipper pressed against her skin, warm from the light. When she pulled it upward, the suit came into focus, pressing against her belly, her breasts, freezing it all in place, stretching across with such tightness that one could almost see her nipples.

It was the second zipper that was given attention next, the one that ran the length of her crotch. The heat and sensations of it all were starting to affect Cass, the woman’s mind focused, yet her body allowed some slack, the light having unlatched what had before been restraint chiselled into her very soul. To that end, drops of arousal fell to the floor when it was opened, mingling with sweat as the warm suit fed heat onto her body.

Her ass twitched a few times in preparation while her hands pawed at the beads. She was not experienced in this, yet her mind understood all that needed to happen without hesitation. One by one she brought them to her mouth, mechanically suckling on them, coating them in spit, and when the drool soaked mess was ready, slowly inserted them into her ass. The sensation was new, a blooming, full heat in her belly. It was not an explosive realization, her mind incapable of such a thing, yet the rising sensations were impossible to deny.

To that end, the dildo she wrapped her hands around served as the perfect successor. Her arousal was enough now that she needed not suck on the thing, yet the benefits it offered far outweigh anything else. The length of it slid past her lips slowly, pushing downward until it hit the back of her throat. She was slow to remove it, the action almost mechanical in its resume and time, beads of drool running down her lips as she did so.

It slid in easily, the blooming sensation growing in intensity below, the drooling arousal dripping onto the ground in a greater expanse. Her fingers danced over her folds then, tracing across her lips, ensuring it was all ready. Certain it was, she zipped it back up, the metal of the zipper pressing against the plug and beads now.

Her harness was next, so easy to slide onto her body, the straps running all across the smooth, glossy material, being pulled tight against it, pressing into it. It all reached upwards to the connector, the centrepiece of it. A collar of metal, one that she quickly snapped around her neck, the warm steel almost as glossy as the latex, the straps of the harness looping into it, fastening to it. From there came the other aspect of the collar, her cape, flowing like a flag, anchored to it, the heavy fabric pulling downward across her covered, coated form in some mimic of her old self.

Cass’s mind moved without haste, but a diligent, content march forward as she dressed herself, every aspect of this new uniform applied with certainty. There was no need for confidence, for assurance, when it was known what to do, that it would happen without issue.

One final tug at the cape to ensure that all was well was needed before she shifted to the next piece along the line of items on the table. Her scar covered lips parted as she gripped a gag, a rubber ball that was strapped to her head, drool coating it quickly, her lips planted around it in an endless kiss. Her goggles came next, pressing against her skin, the lens offering crisp, clear sight. Such things happened without thought, without divination, muscle memory occurring without needed planning. In that, the hood was pulled over her face without hesitation.

The material was tight, pressing against her face like a suction mask, her every feature prominent and exposed. It was only the holes under her nose that offered it, the material stretching across her gagged mouth, her goggles pushing through the holes made for them. The material was heavy as well, affixed with headphones that pressed against her ears, sealed themselves from all else. The antennae rose upward, the black material over them forming the distinct shape of ears.

From those headphones came only white noise, a cleansing sensation akin to the light, washing all away, sound and thought alike, so that only her obedience remained, and the pleasure. That left only one thing left.

The belt itself was more than a simple utility belt, the thing looking more like a chastity belt made of latex. Stepping into it, pulling it tight, it pressed against her pussy and ass, the toys within shifting within her. The belt aspect itself was full, heavy black tools resting in their places.

Extendable collars, restraints of several sizes and means, her hands traced over every single one, until they reached a particular metal canister. She knew what was inside, even though she had never been told she simply knew it. Gas, mind altering substance that would bring about fantasies like no other to those that inhaled it. Even a mighty warrior would be reduced to a masturbating mess if exposed.

Finally, her hand caressed a taser, bright black and glossy, she lifted it out of its holder, feeling the weight of it in her hand. With a click, the blue arc lit up, enshrouding her gagged, glossy face in blue light. The crackle went unheard for the moment, her ears filled with the white noise. Soon however it would offer more for her, for soon she would be on the hunt. The task done, the pulling in her mind commanded her forward, out the door, beyond this room, and towards her next task. She moved with measured steps, mind and body honed for the task ahead. There were two names, faces that sat heavy in her mind, those she would seek out. Red and blonde, there was a flicker of emotion in Cass’s mind, a moment of delight, that that soon would join her.

Chapter 3: Black Canary

The door behind Canary slid shut with an almost inaudible swish of smooth metal, sliding back into the wall like a key to it’s rightful home, offering the impression of nothing but solid metal coating the entrance. Such things however, did not pass by the woman’s mind with any true acknowledgement. Merely the most basic of note that the door was in fact closed, and the process before her could begin. The flashing lights, the burning, overwhelming stimulation of before was gone, and with it’s draining sensations so do did much of her leave.

Now there was only the task before her, her uniform that would ensure she was perfected, ready for deployment. There was not a thought otherwise, no lingering ideals or wonders. She would do this, would see it done. There was nothing else to it.

She wore still her old clothes, garbs of an old life, a purposeless existence, one that needed to be shed so that she could embrace her role, become what her mind demanded she be. Her blonde locks bounced with the rest of her for those final few steps as she stood in the small rooms centre, the single light above highlighting her beauty, her hair almost glowing, while the corners of the room replied back with inky blackness. Her eyes were straight, face frozen in an almost, unamused look as she stared off at nothing. Then, finally, her body shifted, hands started to move, and the first task was set upon. She did not move with haste, yet the fluid, calm movements as she pulled off her tight black gloves offered no hesitation, no thought.

Her black jacket fell heavy and limp as she shrugged it off her shoulders, discarded onto the floor with ease, revealing her shoulders and neck, already glossy from sweat as her nimble hands set upon her top. The leotard came off easy, peeling off her body bit by bit, the whole of her form lowering as she removed it, revealing more of her figure. It too met with the jacket, discarded, forgotten, her heels joining them quickly, stepped out of with ease.

At the while, the blonde bombshell stared forward at the table, at the collection of items to dress her body with. Her mind studied them, understood them all. It was so easy, not having to think, to decide, to be carried forth by a heavy chain around her mind. Her fishnets were pulled down, fingers tracing across the delicious length of her legs as she did so, toned figure feeling such bouncing curves in perfect balance. She had not worn underwear, and the tears in the clothing from Diana revealed that, her pussy naked and drooling, still wet from before, the trim patch of blonde over it bright like a welcome sign for any lucky enough to see it.

The final item, the last vestige of her hero costume, was her choker, that thin strip so easily removed and dropped. Already her mind and body pulled forward towards the table, away from the forgotten, the useless. Her body bounced, her hips swayed with a seduction that not even the light could wash away from her, as if her very nature demanded the movements. Her lips had parted slightly, frozen in a look of almost awe as her hands run across the lineup of black latex and rubber. Her body twitched in anticipation, pussy clenching in need, drowning in arousal from the conditioning, the desperation. All the while her mind remained as steel, steady and sharp.

Slowly, her fingers curled around the pantyhose on the far left of the table. There was an almost, sluggish nature to her movements now, though it did not diminishing the fluid, even nature of it. The pantyhose was stepped into slowly, one leg, then the other, trickles of sweat soaked into the material as it was slowly, evenly, pulled upward across her legs, hugging her thighs. Canary leaned forward a bit as she pulled it over her ass, the action casing her breasts to sway, drops of sweat to fall from her nipples, and her ass to bounce once before being enveloped in the pantyhose tight embrace.

There was not a moment of hesitation as her hands moved to the fishnets next to them, mimicking the actions she had just done like a machine, pulling the criss crossing material up over her legs, guiding it upward. Even covered as they were, her toned legs flexed and shifted, the power in them evident at a glance, yet still holding those curves and softness in all the right places.

Her fingers traced across the latex of the leotard next. Smooth and flawless like her own skin, glossy under the light even so far from it, a muddled reflection of her own still face staring back at her as she picked it up and examined it. Black like the abyss of her mind now, a single line forward, a single light guiding the way.

Stepping into it, pulling it up was an explosion of sensations, the material tight, warm like a deep hug that did not let go. The way it traced across her nipples, pressed against her breasts and sex ensured no end to the warm pulses that shot up her back as it was all covered. The material seemed intent on pressed against her slick skin like a second layer, not a curve left undefined across her figure, and a she zipped it up, it pressed so tight to her. Yet it paled in comparison to the corset, that lacy black leather that pressed into the latex as if it was her own skin. Her breasts, covered as they were, ended up being pushed upward, bouncing with every movement in their confines. Sweat continued to flow like a river down her body, tracing lines across her exposed skin as she worked in silence. It was mirrored below, her pussy aching for more, the taste it had gotten, enforced by the light awakened a need that demanded to be sated, and her arousal flowed down her legs, soaking into the pantyhose endlessly.

To that end, her bare fingers traced across the heels next, fingertips running along the length of them, feeling them as if blind. They offered much the same tightness as the leotard, yet sliding her feet into them was as natural as breathing. They were a perfect fit, there was not a spec of room in the woman's mind now for doubt. Absolutes dominated, demanded, and she obeyed.

Calf high, the zipper along both towering heels filled the room with sound for the first time in minutes, Canary’s breathing almost silent as she worked, the woman’s voice relaxing for when it was needed. Yet that silence did not return, for now her every step brought with it the soft click of heels, a sound to surround the bounce of her body, the sway of her hips as she moved, the woman’s very form was mesmerizing to look at, even covered and coated in leather and latex.

Moving ever upward, a collar was next, thick leather, spiked with dulled, glossy metal. A fearsome sight for a fearsome fighter. The pressure it placed on her neck when she took a deep breath was a stimulation like little else, a tempering feeling against her throat, control over her, obedience rewarded. Her pussy was so hot, so needy now, that the woman began to weight the need to skip forward in the list set before her. Yet such an action was denied. She would do as instructed, in the order she was told.

Finally her bare hands found their match, her gloves tight and glossy, slick within from the heat of the material, pulled tight all the way up to her elbows. Inside the sensation was slick and wet, sweat mingling across her body in almost humid conditions against the gel that eased the process. The hood she picked up next slipped downward onto her head with ease, hair being pulled upward into a ponytail through the back. Her usual bouncing locks vanished into a bright spray of colour behind her, bouncing and shifting, begging to be pulled and held like a leash.

It’s companion piece, a visor, slid into place across her face, clicking against the soft material of the hood, entrapping her vision, her steady, forward gaze in a new, enhanced lens. Perfection was near, she could feel it, see it in her mind as the final few items before her lay bare and ready to be used. To that end, Canary ceased moving for a moment, analyzing, determining the best approach. Efficiency was rewarded, demanded, and she would obey.

Her gloved hands traced down the sides of her body slowly, palms pressing against the latex, feeling how tight and smooth it was, how perfect it pressed against her skin. Her hips swayed slightly, no longer did the woman stand stock still, lips parting a little more as her fingers traced her inner thigh and crept towards her crotch. The leotard was but a thin strip here, a simple cover and so easily pulled aside. Her pussy lay bare then, the pantyhose offering nothing to cover it now, as her twitching lips clenched over and over.

She reached out first for the vibrator, a fat, smooth thing that glided into her like her hands had the gloves. Velvet depths grabbed at it, pulled at it, as if seeking to milk pleasure from it’s very form. It reached deep, and she felt every inch of it. Though her mind lacked the ability to process the sensations, the rest of her body did not, and her pussy drooled as the fat thing reached it’s end, the plug pressing against not just her pussy lips, but her clit as well.

Thin wires trailed along from it’s end to a small black box, straps across it’s length ensuring such ease it wrapping it around her thigh. Then finally, she flicked the small switch embedded in the things top, and what had been near silence was replaced with a muffled roar. The buzz of the thing was consent, like bees at ones ears, yet the sensations it offered her begging body were drops of water to the dying, her pussy clenching, hips twitching in desire, while she watched from above with a muted satisfaction.

Her hands grabbed at the beads next, the short string of them vanishing from sight quickly as she positioned herself, legs spreading just enough. Her ass bounced over and over as she shifted and moved. Her ass was already slick from the arousal, and her lust soaked fingers did the rest as slowly, the first vanished into her. One by one they slid in, the whole of them offering an echo of a vibration so close to the vibrator. She could feel all of it, a far off thing, an affirmation of success.

The latex leotard being pushed back over it all was like sealing up a vault, a final act to confirm it was finished, that all was done. Yet while Canary stool, coated in the dark dressing of perfection, there was one final thing that demanded her action, one final piece to perfect her. There standing on the table’s corner, was a thumb sized stick, one she gripped with implacable skill and experience. Ruby red rose from it’s blackness, and puckering her lips, Canary applied the lipstick with care. Her old coating had been striped from her in the confrontation, and she needed a now coating of polish.

She smacked her lips once, feeling it’s even coat on her. She need not look at herself, she knew it to be true, the light in her mind said so. She was perfect, her task was finished. The almost silent rumble behind her pulled at her body, and she turned to find new light washing over her as the door opened. It beckoned, commanded for her to move, and she did so, marching forward towards her next task.

It was then that her heel collided with the pile of clothes, discarded and forgotten. her attention turned upon it all for a moment, and it was in that contemplation that a new task filled her mind. Hands reached downward and gripped her jacket, the material smooth and black even still. It slid onto her as it had before without issue, and she ensured it was perfect as the rest of her.

"Unit Designation BC01 task concluded, logging status and proceeding to patrol route,” The woman stated, voice hollow, yet powerful.

There was much to be done, and already her mind was being filled with commands and directions, things she was do without question, for what was she now, if not obedient, and perfect in every way?

Chapter 4: Half Life

Lia found herself standing in the room again, her memories of those past few minutes a bright, muddled mess. She had stepped in here as instructed, had seen the locker full of clothes, and then…

She felt, lighter, her thoughts coming quickly, like smoke on a breeze now, no longer weighed down by emotion, by worry. In fact, she could not recall what she had been worried about. Her hands came up and rubbed her arms, the tanned woman’s skin feeling hot, her vision still having spots of colour blooming every time she looked over at harsh grey walls and their glowing blue power ports. The colour washed across her sweat-streaked skin, across her newly trimmed hair like a sheet.

Beyond those walls came a symphony of sounds, a factory rumbling all around her, chirps and mechanical clicks accompanying every heavy thump of steel, a blissful melody that bounced around her head as her hand reached towards that locker, and wrapped around the first piece of clothing. It was so simple, get dressed, start her day at her new job, security and solutions abound with the Combine. Such a deafening resolution it deafened any lingering shards of old memories, the cascading blue light doing wonders to cool Lia’s nerves as she beheld this thing.

Dark grey ran down the middle of the tight bodysuit, while the sides and the arms were coated in a scaled texture, offering the barest hint of friction against the otherwise smooth, glossy middle. Lia found herself standing there, running her hand across it over and over, like one would pet an animal, feeling the textures across her palm, yet it was the sensation that she felt when she slipped her fingers past the collar of the thing, that drove her to finally start to put it one. Such warmth, such a smooth, delightful embrace the thing offered. It felt less like a work uniform and more like a pleasure device!

The thing had a zipper on the back, a tiny thing that was so easily hidden behind a flap of the glossy material. The inside of the thing was warm, almost wet feeling, likely some form of self-lubrication to aid in putting it on, a tiny marvel of their new age she was sure. She knelt down to pull it onto her legs, the moment of half squatting there an awkward one, and the cause of her to lose her balance. The act caused her to fall down onto her butt, her sizable hips rolling back and forth a few times as she submitted to the position, and raised her leg to pull the suit’s own legging tight into it.

She could feel the material grip at her skin, hold her foot there in the thing. The almost baked in warmth it brought her skin left Lia stopping for a moment. It was like taking a hot, wet towel and wrapping it around her skin, yet without a single drip of water, or any unpleasant sensations. The moment after that realization had the woman hurried towards pulling it pull her other leg. Her ass bounced on the ground over and over as she puled it tight to her skin, felt it hugging her tight. The woman had a grin on her sweat streaked face, eyes wide in blissful delight as she slowly rose, and started to pull the suit up tight to her waist.

It was there, as she grunted, pulled and fought to bright it up over her ass and hips, that she discovered another aspect of the material. It was almost as though it was a suction, all air pulled away, and the stretched material suddenly pressed against her body like a vacuum sealed item for display. For display it did, every inch of her lower half, every curve of her ass, every muscle across her legs, the thing pulled so tight she could reach back and slide a finger up across the crack of her ass, right across her asshole, right across her pussy, and feel the material press down onto it.

Lia shuttered in not only delight, but pleasure now, the suit so perfect, so wonderful, she hurried to pull the rest up across her chest, feeling it press against her chest, feeling it rub against her nipples, feeling it grow so tight as she pulled up the zipper with its cord, tucking it all away in its place. Fuck work, she wanted to have fun in this thing, wanted to go out and do something, she felt like a dancer, the star of a show in some seedy bar she-

The blue lights were so bright, Lia noticed, the thought coming in like one would enter an empty house to occupy it. Had she been thinking of something? The woman couldn’t recall, but with how sore her eyes were now, spots of light still flashing in them, she had been staring at those blue lights for too long. The suit felt good, flexible, durable, and she ran her covered hands down the textured sides of it one last time before turning back to her locker.

She was quick to put on the white belt, the thing hugging her hips tight, the back of the thing opposite the buckle holding a medical device. She would have spent time wondering about that, if the boots she selected next did not absorb all of her attention.

They were tall, more than mid thigh, glossy white heels that looked like they would hug her legs just as much as the suit with thicker, decorated cuffs at the end. The feet of the things almost had a mechanical device on the back that attached at the calf and ran down to the heel, splaying the white part and attaching to the under suit. She recognized it from her orientation as things to absorb kinetic force from impacts to ensure landing from high distances would not cause harm, the soft blue glow the mechanical part held offering the while around it a ghostly hue. The whole of it required her to pull tight a few straps so that it was all smooth and tight to her legs, a simple task all things considered.

Pulling them up and on was not difficult, yet still Lia took her time, running her hand across the material, smoothing it out, ensuring that it clung to her completely without even a single divination or flaw. It just felt right to do so, to make sure she looked perfect, flawless for this job.

Standing, testing her new heeled boots, Lia was delighted to find that it caused her no issue, her steps remained as they were, as if she had always known how to wear these things. It brought a skip to her step as she grabbed her gloves, glossy and snow white like the leggings, and pulled them tight across her arms to her mid bicep, the cuffs of them thicker and decorated as well.

Yet her eagerness did not outweigh her thoughts as she pulled out from the locker her vest. On the front it was tight white material, but across the back it held more of that technology that had propelled them forward through thanks to the grace of their benefactors. She didn't know what it did but, it didn’t really matter did it?

She pulled it down over her head, feeling the collar of the thing press against her neck, the rest of it snugly stretching across her upper half. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and in fact felt, good in a way. She rolled her shoulders, feeling how her movements were not restricted at all by this new layer, and smiled at how flawless it was, how smooth, glossy and clean she appeared. It was a far cry from the dirty clothes she had been wearing when she was accepted. A gloved hand ran across her chest, feeling it press against her breasts, feeling how even contained, hugged tight as they were, they still had some bounce in them. The action was mimicked across her ass, the material stretching, pressing against her pussy as she squatted down.

There was but one thing left in the locker. The helmet, the white, smooth thing beckoning her, the single red eye almost glowing like a jewel as her hands reached for it, fingers shaking a bit in anticipation. It pulled down over her head smoothly, easily, the thing securing close to the white collar of the vest as two pieces interlocking, a machine with all its parts in the right place. It was tight around her head, all the material moving aside to form fit, to press against her features, to press against her wars, her lips.

She could see through the front without issue, could watch as the thing booted up, connected her to the mainframe, logged her as dressed and ready. A burst of static filled her ears as Lia looked herself over one last time. With the helmet on, she no longer was herself, every trace of individuality save for the bar code at the base of her helmet was gone, she was now one of many, one of a larger thing. The idea brought a swelling sensation in her chest, like a balloon inflating, pushing out all other emotions. She stared at those blue lights again, enjoying the strange calmness they ushered through her. Then she departed, she would need to be issued her weapon, her equipment, then she could really start her first day. Her steps pulled the material. Across her body, stretching it, pressing against her sweat soaked skin. It felt good, so very good, and she wanted more.

Chapter 5: Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman could recall even now those moments of bright, flashing light, the overwhelming sensations in her body and mind as she was enveloped, enchanted by something she did not understand. Yet now, the woman looked back upon such a thing without emotion, without greater thought. She looked back on that change as one would watch a screen, detached, emotionless.

What had happened did not matter, nothing mattered save for her task, the items before her, the command that rang through her mind in a pulsing, harsh tone. Undress, discard her old clothes of ill suited material, and acquire the needed items before her so that she can reach the requirement standards that had been imprinted upon her mind.

Slowly, her hands traced across her top, fingers pulling at the material, removing it from her body. Her skin was slick with sweat, beads of it running down the valley of her breasts as they were exposed to the air, nipples hard as her bust bounced free. Her flawless skin was glossy under the harsh light above, clashing with the otherwise sterile grey walls around her in the room she had found herself in.

This was where she was to be, her mind was sure of it, sat upon the information as an undisputed truth, her expression never moving an inch as her eyes drank in all around her, processed it all. Her breasts hung, swayed as she bent down, hands pulling her uniform downward. The red and gold top hung heavy in her hands, pulling at the rest of it, the blue skirt descending quickly. Her ass bouncing as she shifted, as it too was freed from the confines. The weighty piece of clothing falling to the floor, discarded, forgotten. Her underwear was the final thing to be removed, Diana not thinking, not contemplating, simply acting in accordance with what her mind demanded, what the commands in her told her was right.

Her thoughts were still, her mind silent as she was led by a leash of logic and demands of something greater, that bright flashing light that was overwhelming her mind. For a moment she stood tall, hands at her sides, her naked, gorgeous form exposed in full. Her eyes traced across the items on the table before her, tight and black, all form fitting and demanding to be worn. She did not think as her hand traced across the first item, her expression of near mindless determination did not break. Instead she gripped it tight and started to dress herself, applying all that was needed for her to be complete.

The bodysuit she stepped into was of a tight latex, so snug as to press against her body, hugging her ass, and clenching against her pussy, ensuring sweat and the slick gel within mingled together. Fingers traced across the curve of her hips, her ass, to ensure all was smooth, was tight and perfect. Her flawless skin coated, covered by the rubber tight material. Once it was ensured that was so, she finished pulling it upwards, her breasts bouncing freely until finally they were pushed into the tight confines, their definition almost as pronounced as her ass, glossy and perfect in shape.

Her hands moved on their own, dedicated attendant to the form that demanded such diligence. A corset of nearly as great a tightness was pulled across her smooth, flawless body, pressing against her skin, adding definition to her form. Her breasts too were pushed upward by it, raising those heaving mounds of flesh to a position of undeniable fullness, the true size of her bust ensured to never be missed.

Her hands again traced across them, ensuring all was perfect, sparks of pleasure ran through her body, though she showed no reaction to such a thing, even as her pussy, hugged so tight, started to drool with need. The body’s reaction was its own, and she had her tasks to attend to.

The floor was warm, the concrete heated in a way that was not dwelt on by Diana as she grabbed the next item, movements smooth, perfect in a measured way, as if it had been done a thousand times before. The boots were tall things, tight to her legs as they were pulled up, heels rising high, and garter belts at their tops attaching themselves to the corset at her pelvis. The movement needed to connect they were slow, dedicated, her fingers tracing across her body over and over as she set about completing the task, mind running over her form continuously, searching for anything that would be seen as less than perfect.

Fingers traced across the next item for a moment, her mind, straightforward and thin as it was in those moments, running through the coming commands to ensure they were done to the letter. The hood she gripped was tight, glossy and black, and was pulled over her head with ease, without a hint of resistance. It covered her face, and reached down past her jaw leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed, those stone like features staring forward without a thought, without a twitch of deviation. She was not yet complete, even as all the beauty her form beheld was bit by bit sealed away. Her hair was pulled through the back with ease, forming a ponytail that hung downward. Her luscious hair was like fine silk as it swayed and shifted with every movement, a mimic of the bounces of the rest of her form.

As with the boots, the neck corset she grabbed next from the table was applied with swift, yet careful attention, pulled tight across her shoulders, connected to the corset with the same array of belts while coating the seam of the hood, the woman, face still as stone, continued to coat herself in tight blackness. Her body bounced ever so slightly with the movements, the tight latex unable to contain the curves of her body completely, her chest heaving with each breath as she hid herself away.

The gloves came last, a final piece to cover her fingers, the last of her skin being covered, sealed away under a sea of tight black latex. It ran up to her arms, hugging her skin tight, her application of them slow, methodical, feeling them pull tight against her skin, feel the slick rubber hug her body one last time. It felt natural, how she should be.

Across her arms, and across her ankles then came more, added weight and padding, and at a glance little more than armour of a kind. Yet she knew it was more, shackles, hooks and connections, the means to be restrained, to be bound, her body positioned and locked and used.

The gas mask came next, the hefty thing black as the rest, applied so easily to her head, covering her lips, her eyes, offering with it the lens from which she could see herself anew. It all came to her like a trickle, a constant feed of information in an abyss. Her mind, her body did as it was commanded, as her tasks lay before her being completed one after another. There was nothing, no thought beyond this.

Diana covered her face in the gas mask, now almost unrecognizable in her tight, latex perfection. The click of her heels on the floor, the sound of her latex covered thighs rubbing against each other the only sounds in the room as she gripped the next item. The plug was thick and long, yet after teasing it against her pussy, which sat exposed against the crotch zipper for a few seconds, it slid into her, filling her stretched her walls as it demanded her to mould to its size.

Once it was in place, so deep and tight in her pussy, its wire and battery pack were put in their proper place, the black wire snaking across the smooth form of her hip, and the battery sitting secured within the tight embrace of the boot. Its activation brought a new sound to the room, a hum within her, a buzz of pleasure as the vibrations echoed through her body, forcing a pleasure into her that her mind was unable to appreciate or embrace.

Her fingers were still, unbothered in their task by the sensations as the next item, second to last from the spread that had once filled the table, was gripped. The string of beads was not long, yet the application of them was a slow process. Kneeling down, legs spread, Diana slowly slipped one after another into her ass. All the while her pussy drooled arousal onto the floor below her, sweat running down her skin, dripping from the one exposed place across her entire form. The blooming pleasure from them within her mingled with the buzzing sensation into a symphony of pleasure that ensured her body did not stop reacting to the stimulation and would not for some time.

The zipper was pulled up, her body sealed up whole now, and the Amazon stood tall, mighty, covered head to toe now in her uniform, in what made her complete. Her hands gripped the final item, the long, leather length of the whip falling to the ground for a moment as she gripped it, feeling its weight.

She flicked her wrist once, the sound that issued from the weapon like the crack of lightning splitting the sky. Something in her mind clicked, the final task set before her logged as completed, she was perfect, she was finished. For the first time, her lips parted, her expression broke from its stone like stillness as her voice, muffled yet powerful filled the room.

“Unit Designation WW01 preparation task concluded, logging ready status for acquisition of additional units for conversion.”

The door behind her opened, and she marched out without a thought, without a care, only the task at hand mattered now.

Chapter 6: Donna Troy

The ringing, the flashing, bright lights, it all still assaulted Donna as she stumbled forth, her mind so scrambled, so disconnected from her present state that she could not say if she was pushed, or entered of her own volition. Already such thoughts were fading, draining away like a vast tank that had been leaking for some time, instead her head felt fuzzy, empty, her eyes staring forward with thoughtless attention for a few moments. Her plush lips parted for a moment, words starting, and failing to materialize as her head pounded, the buzzing snuffing out what emotions had started to rise.

She grasped dully at one memory as it dissolved, a memory of Diana, of encountering her hero, her sister, her mentor, and she felt a sharp twist of something terrible, and emotion that cut into her mind like a blade. Then it was gone, a phantom thing that she found herself already losing recollection of. Instead, her mind seemed pulled forward, her gaze, which had fallen to the floor, lifting to stare across the room.

It was a dim, small thing, with shadows teeming in the corners away from the single light above, yet the Amazon did not offer that more then the simplest of acknowledgements, for her eyes fell upon a table, upon a collection of clothes that lay spread out for her to see. They did not call out to her, the Amazon to not feel demands rumble through her to take that first step. She simply did, the notion of anything else failing to materialize in her mind. It all held such a strange familiarity to it, ever piece of it striking Donna as if she had known it before. The overwhelming sensations of moments prior had faded from her mind, leaving Donna feeling almost, hollow, incomplete.

It took only a single touch, her hand tracing across that smooth latex, to spark a fire in her, a desire that she could no longer put a name to. She glances only for a seconds downward again at her current attire. She was an amazon, and an amazon deserved perfection. Her current clothes, the sheen black with a star covered detail, was far from that with it’s tears and burns. Half her upper chest was exposed, and she could feel the warm air of the room rushing in to caress her bare thighs from the tears across her legs. It would not do, she knew this, had know this from the moment she had stepped it, it had simply not been revealed to her.

Donna’s expression did not change as she started to pull away at her clothes, her lip slowly parting, her eyes lingering with half closed eyelids. It was a look of one dazed, her mind slow yet steady in it’s approach. She did not bother to undress as if this was a formal occasion, she would not be wearing this again. The deep black material was torn in thick strips, peeled off her body like a present being unwrapped.

First her heaving, perfect chest was exposed, and just as quickly she tore away her pants, the glossy sheen of her bare skin replacing the blackness for this moment, this in between state as she kicked away all that she had been. Donna Tory stood naked, her boots and bracers discarded with the rest, the silvery glow of them like hidden gems amongst the pile of black fabric. There was a detached sense of satisfaction in completing this task, some far off sense of pleasure, of accomplishment in undressing, in doing what her single minded self had deemed to be right. It was a sensation that flared upward like a flowing fire in her chest once, as she stepped forward, her bare feet pressing upon the tiled floor as she reached for the clothes that lay upon the table.

The younger Amazon had never worn such material, never felt latex against her skin, yet now she felt a thrill at it, a delight in the pit of her stomach, one that brought with it no small amount of pleasure as well. Newly discovered as the sensation was, she could feel her body grow hot, her parted lips spreading just a but further.  The first item she had held was a bodysuit, so black as to mingle with the shadows in the corners of the room. It was easy to step into it, to feel it’s material stretch around her feet and legs.

Bare naked as she was now, the Amazon’s ever movement was met with a shift, a jiggle, her features bouncing about. Donna had never before imagined her naked body to be so, enticing like this, yet as she bent down, she felt a heat spread across her face at the imagine of eyes upon her, watching her bend and expose herself, her ass bouncing about, jumping up and down as she rose and tried to pull the tight material over it.

Her whole form bounced, up and down over and over, and for a moment she ceased to try and pull the material up, instead finding her mind becoming lost in a moment, a fantasy, bouncing with muffled moaning, covered in such tight blackness. Her mind grasped for anything concrete, and it was the simple task of dressing herself that brought Donna back to the present, to her task. She needed to dress herself, needed to be perfect.

There was an unspoken word there in her mind, she needed to do this for something, yet it was so easy to glaze over it, to simply feel the latex press against her pussy, press so tight around her ass. There was a zipper across the front to bring it all together, yet as her hands traces downward to find it, they groped her breasts with need, thumbs now covered in that smooth material teasing her. Her front exposed as it was offered almost a window upon her figure a snapshot of not only her perfect breasts, but the steel hard muscles, her flexing abs, a tease of the rest of her mighty form. She had always been proud of it, yet now running her hands across her body there was a new, blooming sensation within her. Pride in a fashion, acknowledgement that she was perfect, and needed to do this in order to continue that.

It was vague, yet she found herself not caring, not letting her thoughts lay upon it. Action and need pushed her forward, and her pussy was all at once desperate for physical attention. Her eyes lazily fell to the table as one of her hands traced towards her zipper covered crotch, as if she knew what was there, as if some deep, commanding thing suggested to her what more to do. Thick pads were there, black and glossy as the material that even now pressed against her every curve like unrelenting hugs from countless arms. They both had wires attached that led to a single black box, the whole of it having a slight stickiness to it like glue, with the one side of the patches not smooth, but rough like countless small nubs. Her hands moved slowly, yet without hesitation, guided not by any thought now but some instinct that in her mind, flashed like bright lights.

A moan could not be suppressed as they pressed against her nipples, as they hid away those rock hard nubs, sticking to them, smothering them and at the same time, offering such a sensation. The wires seemed to stick to her skin, a faint thing, like paper sticking to something wet. The little box had a single switch on it, and it took some measure of restraint for her to not press it, and instead let it come to rest near her waist.

Haste did not come like some panicked flurry of activity, instead it came to her like some revaluation, clearing her mind and pushing her forward. The zipper across her front was pulled upward, so that all of her was squeezed so tight within the bodysuit, so that the black latex squished her features, yet did not so badly hold her as to stop her body from continuing to bounce in a muted fashion.

The pads upon her nipples offered sparking sensations of pleasure from every movement, as did the pressure upon her now drooling pussy, the crotch of it pushing against her parted lips and grinding a bit with every step.

It passed across her mind like a brief, pleasant wind as she looked down at herself again that the glossy reflection upon the surface of the suit was like that of a smudged reflection of her old one, an upgrade in all ways she was sure. If nothing else this pleasure, which she was sure she had never sought out before, was fuelling her desire to continue, to see it through. To become whatever it was that lay at the end of this task. Donna Troy reached out for a corset, and continued to dress herself for what was to come.

The tight leather pressed against the thick rubber like well met partners, and it pushed against her breasts like twin hands cupping them, showing off her bountiful cleavage like a treasure to be shared by all. Donna’s breath hitched here and there from the actions of pulling it tight, though not from any shortness of breath. There was a need building within, born from seemingly nothing the desire to touch herself, to feel her body was growing like some desperate need to eat and drink. Had she not the vague, determined desire to march forward with this task the Amazon was sure that she might simply fall to her knees now and masturbate into oblivion.

She could feel within the bodysuit how slick her skin was, as sweat layered across her skin, heat soaked into her very bones, the sealed thing becoming like a pleasant sauna. Her sweat mingled too with her arousal, drips of want leaking down her leg, down through the zipper like some dam about to burst.

The towering heeled boots that she pulled from the table next offered some relief, as she crouched and bent to pull them up tight. The smooth floor of the room offering a place for her shapely ass to press against, the pressure upon her pussy relaxing for a moment as the smooth material was pulled tight up her legs. She had not worn heels often yet, the way that pressed against her feel there was a certainly that they were for her alone. They reached upward past her thighs, belts reaching to meet the corset, to hold them all tightly together with anchored buckled and straps.

When she stood, Donna felt almost refreshed, delighted by the footwear, how she stepped with a natural sway, her ass, framed in it’s perfection by the latex, sensually bouncing with every step. Her hands groped at it with a greed as she moved to the table again, the woman no longer bothering to try and suppress the wet moans that passed her lips. Her mind was aflame with bright light and single minded desire, that sensation of draining, of loss from before now wholly gone.

The table had once sat as an unbroken sea of blackness, latex and leather, yet now already much of it was cleared, and her hands reached outward for the next piece with almost mindless movements, her thoughts, few as they were against her situation, trailing far behind her bodies actions, bogged down by need and desire. Gloves of that same right material came to be pulled across her arms, tightness swallowing up her figure once again as it melded into the colours that already coated her, offering a notable break between the twin shades of dark obsidian.

Already so much of her was hidden away, that even with the tightness highlighting her physique and figure, she would be unrecognizable at a glance save her face. It was that note that left her with some strange trepidation, some churning delight as she reached next for that hood.

Blackness swallowed her vision as she pulled it over her head, some stark opposite to that blinking light that has seared her mind, has shattered it, and left her in such a state. For a moment her hands ceased, her memories hooked on it, recalling the familiarity of the garb she wore now, of her seeking out Diana, yet she couldn't-

The hood was pulled tight across her features, and from it’s back her hair was pulled through with no issue, the sweeping black locks rolling across her shoulders like some bouncing extension of the hood. Her eyes lay bare against clear material that seemed far sturdier then any glass, and her mouth as well was left open to see. Her plush ruby lips puckered a bit against the opening of the hood, her tongue pressing past them, a low moan of delight emanating like the purr of a cat. There was no thoughts now, no hesitation as the amazon worked, a diligence she would have sought time and again as a hero coming without thought now against the white hot flashing lights, and the otherwise silence of the small room.

Her lips remained puckered as she reached for a ball gag, a smooth black rubber ball that pressed against them, pressed against her tongue and caused a drooling mess to run down the sides of her mouth and down her neck. She did not need to speak, for her mouths reverberated against it and could still be heard. In her perfection, in what she was to be Donna was silent, obedient, doing her task much like this one.

The words came to her as if from some other source, filling the gaps in her own mind now, and she took them as if truth, for there was nothing left to denounce or deny it. She hummed a pleasurably moan against the gag as she clicked it’s latch around the back of her head, behind her head, the black strap vanishing against the material, and doubly so when she pulled up the gas mask, and it’s own strap devoured sight of it.

The neck corset that she grabbed finally slid down over her head, stretched and pressing tight to her skin, and when it found it’s home, connecting nice and tight to the rest of her chest covering. It offered the facade of cleavage, as if the hole it provided to that swallowing black abyss was all she really was inside. Her hands swept down her body, down her sides, feeling how smooth it was, even across the leather, without wrinkle or hitch, like thick paint across her body.

Where before Donna Troy might have been recognized, she now stood in that rooms centre a stranger, a towering pillar of black latex and obedience, her body twitching with anticipation, and her voice melting into moans and gasps instead of any words. She was the picture of submission, yet the Amazon lacked the capacity now to realize it. Instead latex clad hands grabbed at not a piece of clothing, but a fat dildo.

Behind the gas mask, behind her gag Donna tried to smile as she knelt down, her breasts pressing against the warm floor, her ass raised up and swaying, as if begging some unseen other to touch it, to slap it. Her free hand, the one whose fingers were not wrapped around the length of the plug, found her zipper, slick with arousal, and slowly opened it, exposing her crotch to T]the air. It felt almost cool against the heat that seemed to billow out of the suit, drops of sweat and arousal falling to the floor as her crotch twitched and clenched with need.

The head of the thing found no resistance as she pressed it against her pussy, her slick entrance welcoming it inside, taking it’s length with ease as velvet walls pressed against it, seeking to hold it tight within. The thick wire at it’s end had a curious plug. Overtaken by sensations, by mindless obedience as she was, Donna had not lost any of her dexterity, and was able to reach up inside that humid hole in the suit to find that box that connected to her tits. The wires unspooled with surprising length past what she had first seen, and so easily came out past her crotch. There was a space in the box for another plug, and she ensured the third wire found its home. The little box of promise stuck to her inner thigh with ease, as if held by glue.

By now the drops from the hole had started to form a small puddle under her, and as Donna zipped up her crotch, felt the pressure pushing against her plug, she flicked the switch of the little black box. Pleasure came like a hammer to her mind, senses blinked out against it all, and Donna fell to the floor, into that puddle, as her body spasm and twitched. The plug in her pussy thumped with heavy, violent shakes that echoed to her core, pressing against all her walls and seemingly trying to bury itself deeper. Her hand found it and pawed uselessly at her pussy as she reached an orgasm, or perhaps that last one had not yet ended.

Certainly with her tits humming with pleasure it was hard to tell, her nipples were overtaken by a constant sensation as the pads over them vibrated, the nubs rolling against her sensitive nipples like the hams of rough hands, teasing and touch them endlessly. She could almost feel her breasts bouncing in the suit from the force of the vibration. Time lost meaning to the woman as she lay there, a shifting heap of pleasure and sensations, devoid of shame, pride, of anything that an Amazon would hold dear.

Yet when her eyes opened, and those clouds were brushed aside in her mind, the clarity of that bright flashing light that filled her brought with it that same single minded determination again, that obedience. The sensations wracked her still, smothering her body, overtaking every other sensation as she moved to her feet. She stood still, hands at her sides for a moment, eyeing the table, eyeing that final few items.

A stony stillness overtook her as her body ceased to twitch, to move unnecessarily, and when she stepped forward and took the items, she did so with unnatural smoothness. Shackles for her wrists, as well as her ankles, the final pieces for her, items to allow her to be bound, to be used. It was how she should be, ready for what was demanded of her.

There was a moment then, with the table empty of anything else, that the woman felt that pleasure wash over her again, moaning into her gag slightly, she felt the reward for obedience, for doing what she was meant to do. There was not a sound that interrupted the click of her steps as she turned, and moved to leave the room. The door sliding into the wall with the faintest of swishes, like a breeze carrying it away from view.

What stood there waiting, was a sight that at one time would have left the amazon fearful, confused. Yet now, drained of all those useless things, the woman stepped before her taller mirror, and mimicked that statue like pose she was taking. The hallway around her offered nothing, much like the room she had exited, grey walls and lengthy passageways, countless doors promising a repeat of the room she had exited, all highlighted by a single, bright white lights above.

Diana stood striking in her sleek blackness, the gas mask wearing woman staring down at Donna with a gaze both empty of emotion, yet piercing as a blade. Thought left her as quickly as it had come, for the words that emanated from the Amazon dispelled anything and everything around.

“Unit WW01 logging identified unit DT01 processing completion, Inspecting unit before finalizing of processing and ready status.”

Her words were hollow of emotion, lacking even the barest hint of personality, yet they flowed through the other Amazon’s ears like the finest of silk. Her muffled voice smothered under it, the gag holding back her useless thoughts, unless words. She simply stared unmoving as the drone that had been Diana, had been her sought after mentor stepped forth, and laid her hands upon Donna.

Rough hands grabbed and checked her, uncaring of the reactions they elicited, unashamed as the Amazon’s tits were groped, her pussy probed and her ass cheeks spread. Indeed, the Amazon drone that stood so still for the inspection cared little, and thought less. Eyes forward as she waited, her task lay before her.

Eventually, WW01 moved back into position before the newly minted drone, stationary again.

“Logging completion of processing, status marked as ready for deployment as helper drone, you will follow.”

The light filled her mind as she felt the others arm press against hers, as the shackles upon their wrists attached and bound one to the other like prisioners. She would move even if she did not wish to, though that did not even creep into her mind like the dimmest of shadows. She marched, because that was simply what she was to do. She marched beside her fellow drone, the bright lights above flashing over and over as they moved, as she walked in the shadow of the other mighty Amazon. Her new task lay before her, a single path to walk, to obey. Assist her fellow drone in the acquisition of others to convert. It was a clarity to mind and body that left her otherwise drained, empty self pulled forward with purpose, following Diana, as she had so often done.

Chapter 7: Sleeping Beauty

Aurora stumbled into the room, her mind still a daze, spots of light flickering in her vision, and the sensation of that green magic, like fire, rolling across her body, tingled even now. There was no panic, no fear in the woman’s mind now though, for instead among that clouded, dim place there was a sensation of almost, relief.

Gone was the worry, the fear, the figure that loomed behind her in the doorway, the mighty Witch Maleficent, had shown her that it was not terror she had promised, but something wonderful. The room itself was a tiny thing, so far and above, away from anything in the castle, a wonderful nook to get away from it all, the sights and sounds of everything being a princess entailed.

Yet, before thought reformed in the woman’s mind, it was the smell of the room, the heavy scent of rubber and leather, that drew her forward, one step at a time across the wooden boards, her hands partially outstretched, as if in a trance. Her eyes fell to the bed, well crafted wood and fine linens, a modest thing in the flickering lamplight that emanated from the source on the nightstand, yet upon it lay the source of that powerful smell that had drawn her in like a moth to flame.

“I hope you see, my dearest Aurora, that I have only wanted the best for you, and this gift is only the start,” The warm, yet booming voice of Maleficent came from behind, “No silly blues or pinks, I trust that you find it, perfect?”

“Yes...” Aurora whispered, the princess’s voice a hushed thing as she looked back for a moment, the words coming without thought, some natural sounding reaction she lacked the means to argue against now.

She felt her breath hitch as a sensation rolled across her like a wave, a desire, a want, seeing Maleficent there, her perfect emerald skin catching the light against the billowing black of her cloak. The pleasure she felt, being here with the dark fairy, doing what she was asked, what she knew was right, brought to the back of her mind thoughts that had only come to her in the darkest of nights, when she had let her thoughts run wild, buried under blankets and hands deep in passion.

Yet Maleficence's words rang through her head like a bell, cutting through the fog that dimmed her thoughts like a shroud in the night, and her gaze turned back to the bed, and the gifts there. Shades of blackness welcomed her, leather and latex, the latter a new material to the kingdom, yet already being woven into such splendour.

Yet, her slender, strong fingers rose upward, her lips parted slightly, tongue peeking out as if to taste the heavy smell of latex before her. She could not wear such gifts if she was already clothed. Her mind rolled, the idea of undressing holding no worry now brought a spark of delight that ignited a warm desire in her at the prospect of her dearest Maleficent watching her undress. She was a woman grown now, and through the images of green did she imagine the delights of showing off her curves and bouncing figure to those heavy, wanting eyes, and them alone.

Her hands reached for her clothes, delicate pulls becoming impatient tugs and finally, rips, as her blouse and fine skirt were pulled away. Seams popped and buttons fell, clattering to the ground as what had been a wonderful piece was reduced to scraps. Her underwear, silk white, was pulled off and cast to the ground, its fluttering self like a final flag of surrender, only to be walked over, forgotten in the mind of the princess. Instead she beheld that darkness before her with a growing excitement, breath hitched and skin hot.

Her hands, freed now of that unspoken task that had been demanded of her so that she may accept this gift, reached out to feel the latex. It was so smooth, flawless like a jewels surface. Lifting up the first pair of pieces, it was immediately obvious that they were leggings, the faint reflective gloss of them in the lighting, like waxed leather, offered some semblance of their full shape at a glance, and she turned quickly, an eagerness welling up within.

Planting her sizable ass upon that bed, the feeling only grew, for she allowed herself another look at Maleficent there in the doorway, the fairy’s grin was wide, and she had taken a few steps within, no longer half hidden in shadow, but there in the room watching her.

“Go ahead my dearest, put it all on, I trust you will not reject my gift?” her voice warm as hot water crawling across the princess’s skin.

Lips parting again to allow a shuttered breath of desire, of want past, Aurora set upon pulling her smooth, toned legs into the blackness of the leggings, noting now that they rose to mid thigh, and had heels. She was of course more than accustomed to wearing heels, and she felt a strange familiarity sliding her feet into them, like well-formed shoes that had long accommodated her. There was along the back of the leggings a fine, almost invisible zipper, yet one that held such strength that when pulled up to the top, it tightened the latex leggings to a tight hug against her skin. The sensation as it pressed against her skin was something to savour.

It was so warm within, so pleasing to her skin, that she could not help but reach into the pile of darkness next to her and find what had caught her eye moments before. Gloves of the same tight blackness unfolded before her, and she was quick to pull her arms tight into them, feel that tightness, feel the smooth latex across her limbs, covering her, hiding away her figure. Like those latex boots these covered her arms mid bicep, the clash between her cream white skin, flawless as porcelain, meeting the smooth blackness of the material unmistakable and perfect. It was just what Maleficent wanted after all, what Aurora delighted to see for a reason she did not bother to dwell on with so much happening.

The sensation was like an echo of that tingling warmth that had enveloped her when Maleficent first greeted her by that spindle, and with the fairy’s heavy, grinning gaze upon her now, it took an effort to not simply break down, hands falling to her crotch as sweat started to run down her perfect skin from the heat, the need. She needed to explore the rest of the gifts after all, she could not disappoint the wonderful woman!

The force behind that thought surprised even Aurora, yet instead of dwelling on it in her half trance state, she lifted herself off the bed to again pick out an item, the back of her mind now an unbroken stream of desires, the drops of arousal flowing free from between her legs, her chest aching to be touched, to be kneed by mighty, experienced hands, hands clad in smooth latex, or emerald green. She almost whimpered in delight and want when she unfolded the next thing, and saw it was a leotard of sorts.

It held that same smoothness to it, that entrapping promise that had been fulfilled thus far by the coverings of her arms and legs, yet she could see on it’s front it was not some simple thing, some more coverings to simply hide away her body. From the neck it came downward across her front, her heaving chest to be framed by a deep purple, a collar that swept downward like the path of twin swords toward the centre. It was a purple she knew so very well, the one that accented the swirling baldness of Maleficent.

She stepped into the leotard, felt its inside press against her naked flesh, felt the barest of covering for her crotch as she pulled it upward, fitting her arms into the sleeves. Her heaving chest, spurned on by both the whirling desire within, and her growing excitement, was squished into the confines, the twin hills of her breasts sat in place, quivering like jelly as she shifted, the purple collar and cleavage offering a delightful clash to the blackness. Yet the piece was not yet on, she could feel the zipper, another fine, near invisible thing, hanging there, her hands reaching back to try and grab it.

She felt it then, in that small room, the world beyond so very far away. Maleficence's steps, slow and mighty, and her low, rumbling laugh as she came to a stop just behind Aurora. The thoughts that spun like an endless spinning wheel in her mind brought forth even more desperate wants, fit not for a princess but one fit for a collar. Yet she cared for nothing but that moment, waiting with a hitched breath for what the older woman would do.

Aurora felt the dark fairy's presence there behind her, towering with all the might and authority she carried, so close that their bodies nearly pressed together, that she was gifted the sensation of the woman’s chest pressing against her back. She felt the woman’s hot breath, like steam, roll across the back of her neck where the teeth of the zipper begged to be brought together.

"Let me help you dear Aurora, let us see the end of this game together," she said again in that low tone, her fingers finding the zipper and gracefully guiding it upward like some wayward spirit needing a firm hand.

The leotard grew tight, sealing her in with the warmth like the boots and gloves, yet it was the touch of Maleficent that sent her heart pounding, a deep breath sucked in past her teeth as those hands ran down her sides, and came to rest on her bare hips. The two rocked back and forth for a moment, Maleficent so clearly relishing the moment, before a hum echoed in her throat, and she retreated a step back again.

It was not to leave however, not to again fade into the half darkness of the doorway. Her emerald beauty remained, and Aurora shuddered in delight as one of those hands ran up her inner thigh to where the latex covered her drooling sex. She felt drops of arousal meet Maleficence's fingers, and saw the glossy coating that stained them when the fairy silently brought them before her eyes.

Gone was that haze in her mind, gone was the stumbling confusion from before, clarity, crystal and clear had formed in her mind. Now Aurora did
not think at all, she acted. A gloved hand found Maleficence's wrist, and in one single, sensual act, Aurora wrapped her lips around those two fingers, tasting her own arousal on them as she coated them in her saliva, slowly withdrawing them while looking at Maleficent for approval.

The witch’s expression, which had until now been one of unbroken assurances and authority, faltered for a moment, a flash of surprise and dark desire fluttered across her face as her features twisted into a grin.

"So needy..." Maleficent said in a husky, low tone, “let me help you dear, let me give you a taste, to sate your growing need..."

Aurora did not know what to say, how to feel. All at once those budding desires seemed to be blooming into something more than churning thoughts, the confusion, fear and worry that had laced her mind in those moments when she had been confronted by the older woman were so far from her mind now, they felt like a dream. Flora, Fauna, Merryweather and all the others were so far away from her thoughts now. She didn’t really need them if Maleficent was here to help her right?

Certainly none of them elicited the kind of want that the fairy’s touch did, hands through her long nights in bed fantasizing before she had even met the woman, her lips parting as a low, needy moan passed her lips as she watched Maleficent step past her, and reach into the far smaller pile of black items.

Even as she was, clad in black, her pussy drooling at the thought of Maleficent, the centre of so many dark fantasies simply pulling their lips together, Aurora felt a twinge of surprise at the piece that the fairy brought forth. The sea of blackness and the single light afforded a slight mystery to the pile until retrieved, and here now was a thing she had not seen, could never have thought of.

It was a ballgag, her recognition of it sparked from one night when she had taken her leave from the castle under the facade of a walk to get some air, only to explore and see the more depraved sights, spurned on by her late night thoughts, which had plagued her ever more frequently, far away from the overbearing eyes of the faeries for whom she dared not say a word of it too. She had seen so many things, yet had brought nothing back with her, fearful of what would be said.

Yet now here it was, black as night, though only for a moment before flickering green fire washed over it, the tingle of magic filling the air for a moment. When it dissipated, the gag had become dark green, yet still attached to a broad, latex collar of sorts. Her lips parted naturally as Maleficent brought it close, like some instinctive response. It was how it should be, how she should be, for Maleficent knew best, Aurora knew that to be true above all else now, revealed in that flurry of magic and lights and whispers. Her finger throbbed slightly still yet it was such a far off thing as she allowed the dark green material in, letting her plush lips wrap around it to hold it there.

She moaned into the thing, savouring the strange flavour. For some reason, she knew it to be of Maleficent, the invasion of her senses offering up those same intimate, passionate thoughts of the older woman, yet more vivid now, closer to memories than ever before. Her hands ran down the sides of her body, her whole form writhing on her feet in that moment, Maleficence's arms draped over her like a shroud, humming her own sounds of approval at the sight.

Yet it was for a moment, before again the dark fairy reached onto the bed, three items now clearly remaining, and those green fingers wrapping around the smaller one, a long shaft that once Aurora looked at, brought a wide eyes look to her face.

Not shock of course, no longer did she feel any surprise, only dimmed acceptance at the sight of a dildo, instead she felt a stirring heat in her belly as Maleficent wordlessly let her own lips part for a moment, letting the smooth shaft become glossy from her own spit. The thing traced across her belly, downward, to a place that Aurora knew it should go. The princess moaned into her gag as she felt the thing press against the latex covering across her pussy, feel the squish as her lips begged to be parted for this gift from Maleficent to fill her.

“I give you these gifts for your pleasure, for you to know that I alone know what you need my dearest Aurora,” The dark fairy whispered into her ear, the woman’s voice like the rumble of the very earth as once again magic filled the room.

The princess felt more that she saw this time, felt that hard shaft pass through the latex like it was water, felt it fill her, stretch her walls in a way her fingers never could, felt it meld into the leotard as if two pieces had become one. Her moans grew to a greater height though, when it started to vibrate within her. It was good that Maleficent was there strong arms to hold her as her knees faltered for a moment in that tiny room.

It was wrapped in the arms of the older woman, that her thoughts turned to simply falling to the bed before them, and let herself be taken fully. Yet, her eyes traced across those final two pieces, and that alone banished such submission from her mind, at least for now.

Trembling hands reached out, her steps taking her from that shrouded embrace for a moment so that she might grab the skirt that lay there, a leather belt slipping in and out of loops along its top. It was, so easy to step into it, to feel the latex press against her legs. The thing was restrictive, yet not so much that she could not take steps. The blackness of it like a shroud across her already covered legs, and hiding away the sight of her arousal rolling down her latex covered legs as the dido buzzed continuously in her. The belt was tightened quickly, the thing reaching mid hips, so that the exposed sides of her body, and most of her hips, remained exposed, a flash of white against the darkness that covered her.

Once again Maleficence's hands found those twin spots, her fingers sinking into the softness of the Princess’s curves, and Aurora in turn leaning backward into her. The older woman’s arms slid across her flesh, feeling the way she shuttered and mewed under her, before her mighty steps took her away, hands grabbing that final piece.

It was a crown, or rather a helmet of sorts, one of black metal and latex, comfort and terror all mixed together, for the great horns that it had upon it. They looked so much like Maleficence's own that Aurora felt a joy as she felt it slowly placed upon her felt. She felt the material reach down past her ears, cover her eyes, her nose, yet still was afforded the ability to see. Magic no doubt, for the material of the thing was solid. She hummed a sound of undeniable pleasure and acceptance through her gag as it settled on her head, like a final seal to hold in place her new self. Her long blonde hair draping across her back like a stream of gold against the black latex, flowing like a waterfall from the horned helmet.

“You look, magnificent my dearest,” Maleficence's voice thumped through the air like the sound of distant drums, ”just as I always knew you would, those long nights whispering to you, promising to you, have come to make you the princess, the woman I knew you needed to be.”

Aurora could not speak, yet her hum of delight as she leaned into the taller woman was all that she needed for that emerald face to slip from a look of solemn assurance to a dark, hungry expression. Somewhere beyond the walls of that room, a crow called, winds slammed against the stones as a storm set in, reality all rushing back into Aurora’s senses like waking from a dream.

Yet in this sudden, renewed awareness she felt only a greater desire, a greater pleasure. Her gloved hands reached out for the woman, felt her curved, perfect body under the billowing cloth, and knew what she desired. Maleficent in turn let out a bellowing laugh of triumph, of victory, that shook the very foundations of the castle. A flash of green fire enveloped the room, and in an instant, the Princess and dark fairy were gone, leaving no trace that either were there.

Far away, in a great castle of dark stone, the cries of pleasure from a princess could be heard, mingled with the moans and cries of desire of a victorious dark fairy.