Under her skin

by Over_Run_666 (ao3)

Sighing heavily, Paige Guthrie dropped her bag and collapsed onto the chair in her cabin. Her long straight blond hair flowed over the chair's back. The cool air was a welcome change from the tropical climate of Krakoa. But it was the time with her old classmates that was… more draining. Both a happy reunion and an awkward dredging up of past trauma. Paige pulled on the centre of her turquoise short-sleeved shirt and the hem of her denim skirt to speed up the cooling process.

“Making yourself comfortable in someone else’s house. How positively YOU darling,” Emma Frost said coldly. She was relaxing in a large leather chair, staring with those piercing ice-blue eyes from under her perfectly styled, platinum-blonde locks. Even for her, Emma was especially uncovered today. Thigh-high boots, tiny panties, wide collar, elbow-length gloves, and a tight x-shaped top that only just covered her nipples. And even then their outline was obvious. All of it was in the same shiny, white, skin-hugging material. PVC or rubber.

“I didn't mean to! I was sure… wait… I definitely was walking to my house. You’ve been in my mind!” Husk said as her countenance changed from apologetic to indignant.

“Of course Miss Guthrie. Look at who you are talking to. I need you here to have a word.”

Paige quickly went to her psychic defences, thinking ‘Remember your training. Your mind is a mental fortress. Only I can let someone enter.’

“Please Paige, don't embarrass yourself. I thought you psychic defences and I'm already inside.”

‘Oh shit, nice work dumbass’ Paige admonished herself.

“Don't beat yourself up darling. That's what I'm here for.”

‘Damnit, still in ma head. Need to use ma powers, make my skin like her diamond body.’

“You are welcome to try.”

Paige did try. Pushing her fingernails into the back of her neck. Squealing in pain l, Paige looked at her hands, at the blood dripping from her nails. She attempted to change her skin again but felt it fail. The lack of construction from her old skin was clear. It was only that she was so used to being able to change as quickly as she could rip off her old skin that she ended up with bloody nails.

“On second thoughts,” said Emma playfully. “You just go ahead.”

And Husk did use her power, though she had no intention of doing so. That tight, irritating feeling of her own skin. Pulling at it, Paige tore off her clothes and skin, leaving a pile of cloth, dermis and long blonde hair. Looking down at her hands again now, Paige could see that her new skin was tight, shiny, pink latex. It squeezed her body, slightly resisting her movement. She only had to look up to find a full-length mirror in Emma’s living room. Every part of her skin was now mirror-polished, shocking-pink latex. Not even the whites and blue of her eyes peeked through, even they were pink latex and her vision now had a pink filter. She had no hair anywhere, the latex skin was a perfect reproduction of her original dermis, just in a different material. Every fold replicated, even her, altogether too on show, labial folds were now latex. Every part of her was now under tension.

Emma raised her glass of wine as Paige looked at her incredulously. “Oh come on now. You can't tell me you don't do this all the time. Perhaps with Jonothan?”

“No! I would never!” Paige protested. Her rubber lips stretched and resisted movement in an odd, but not unpleasant way.

“Then why are you so turned on?” Emma said haughtily.

Paige's mouth opened and closed like a fish, completely stunned. If her skin colour was dependent upon blood flow, she would be bright red.

“I can help you out with that,” Emma said.

Following an inescapable, unfathomable urge, Husk opened a drawer at the side of the room and took out a pair of boots. Shiny white boots with heels so high that the soles were just under the very tip-toes. It seemed impossible to walk in, or at least to be extremely painful. Unable to resist some perverted urge, Paige sat on the smooth wood floor and slipped her feet into the boots. Without knowing why, Husk reached into the drawer and retrieved 5 padlocks before closing the drawer. Still entirely following this uncontrollable impulse, having given up fighting, Paige locked the boots to her ankles tightly with two padlocks on each. With the larger final paddock in hand, Paige placed one tiny sole and long heel on the ground. Pushing up with the other the pain was horrendous and only somewhat alleviated by putting her other toes on the ground to distribute the weight. When standing Paige bent over and locked her boots together with a padlock. Only then did she shuffle towards the waiting Emma, who had retrieved another white latex item. A roughly triangular piece that trailed several straps from the wide end.

“Good girl,” Emma cooed as if Paige had any choice in the matter.

But somewhere within her, Paige did appreciate the sentiment. It was that same part of her that relished the pain in her feet, the clanking of the padlocks holding the boots onto her, the restriction of her latex skin. The same part of her that was making her rubber-skinned sex slick with natural lubrication.

“Don't you look so good in your new boots?” said Emma. Her tone was full of condescension.

“Yes Miss Frost,” Paige whimpered. She was completely at the woman's mercy, and it was stirring strong emotions in her.

“Miss? That's a little blithe for a member of the quiet council is it not?”

Paige looked panicked for a while before realising an answer to this riddle, “Yes my Queen.”

“Oh, that's much better,” said Emma. Who was pleased with her new toy’s pliability. Walking around behind Paige, Emma pulled those rubber-skinned arms behind Husk's back tightly, making the girl gasp. Emma then forced both arms into the thick rubber conical bag and started to tighten the laces of the armbinder. With her hands forced together at the end of the bag, Paige felt her elbows pushed close and shoulders pulled back as far as they would go. Only then did Emma firmly close the buckles around the bondage. Given her own rubber skin adhering to that of the tight armbinder, Husk felt she would never be able to wriggle free. That thought was further quashed when Emma wrapped and buckled the armbinder's two straps firmly around her shoulders.

“Oh Husk Darling, you do look quite delightful in that,” Emma said. It was not clear if that was honest or meant to be a cruel jab. Turning to the mirror, Paige was forced to agree. Though her feet ached and she could barely stumble around, her arms were completely useless, and Emma's telepathic might made her unable to use her powers; Paige could not help being taken by her appearance. The armbinder forced out her chest, the boots elongated her legs, the white of her bondage set of her shiny pink skin, and her vulnerability made her so… very…

The high-pitched whine of an electric motor made her turn the other way. Emma was standing with a small remote in her left hand as she grabbed a carabiner that was being lowered from the ceiling on a cable. When there was enough slack Emma snapped it onto the large ring hanging from the tip of Paige's armbinder. 

Casually walking away, Emma made a display of holding the remote up and pressing the button. The motor whirred again and Paige felt her arms getting lifted upwards. Shuffling as much as she could to be right under the winch, Husk still had to bend forward. With her position having become a tight strappado, with her arms being pulled ever skywards, Paige started to panic. “Emma.. I mean my Queen. I think this might…”

The motor suddenly stopped as the White Queen’s feet appeared in Paige’s downturned vision. Without a word, Emma shoved a ball into Paige's mouth that was connected to a white latex panel gag. Quickly the gag was strapped around, and over Paige's head, completely robbing her of her voice.

“Now that I have you comfortable, Paige my dear, it's about time we had that chat,” Emma said.

Paige was anything but comfortable. Her feet hurt, her shoulders hurt. In this position, she could take the weight off her nagging toes by taking the pressure on her aching shoulders. All she could do was shift her mass from one to the other, suffering more each time.

“I know that you are relatively new to Krakoa. But I have been working hard since its inception.” Emma's voice grew faint as she berated Paige. “The quiet council isn't a dictatorship. But I do require some respect. I appreciate your work on your various X-teams, and your expansive family name.” Her voice was growing louder as she approached again. “But we have to have some kind of pecking order around here.” Emma’s shapely legs appeared in Paige's vision again. But Paige's eyes shot to the long rattan cane hanging from her latex-gloved hand. “As your old teacher, rather than a member of your country's government I feel like it should be down to me to ensure you learn some respect.” Paige felt that cane being pushed between her legs. The rattan pressed against her moist, latex labia. The pleasure rose through the pain quickly and by instinct, Paige clamped her thighs around it. The smooth, lubricated rattan was pulled out easily pulling, snapping, and popping the sensitive elastic skin.

Paige was still shuddering with the sensation as the cane was laid across her shapely, raised, pink-rubber, buttocks. “So my dear Paige Guthrie, you are going to have to learn not to embarrass your Queen by speaking back with your snide little remarks.”

THWACK!

Paige’s taught butt seemed to ripple with more energy than the strike delivered. Her heels left the ground as she was pushed forward by the force of the strike. A muffled squeal of pain escaped that strict gag as Husk bit the ball in her mouth, though it ended with a moan of satisfaction. The line of stinging pain seemed to be burned across her ass.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Emma struck rapidly but with full force each time. Husk squealed more and more as crisscross patterns of agony were meted out on her buttocks. Tears flowed from her eyes as Paige’s teeth clamped down on the gag and suffered more and more strikes. 

Husk had lost count of the number of hits she had received when Emma paused. Her ass was a flame, her shoulders felt like were coming apart, her feet throbbed. But on top of it all, as horrible as it was, Paige was so… desperately… horny. Somehow this torture just made her long to be touched there. The longer she was left hanging there in agony the more her untended sex became the more painful experience.

When Emma's latex hands touched Paige's physically hot ass, the rush of pain made her giddy. But what it sent to her loins almost made her cum right then. She had no idea what the touch of a latex-clad hand of freshly punished ass would do to her. So when that long, hard, strap-on dildo pressed against her weeping vagina, Paige shuddered with an explosion of ecstasy. The dildo was pushed into her vagina, stretching her, squeezing her. How it pulled on latex skin was something she had never thought she would experience before. Emma started thrusting that thing into her, the stimulation inside her was met with a slap of the White Queen’s hips against her tender rear. Pain and pleasure coalesced into the most tremendous, earth-shaking orgasm. Her body was shaking, her mind was swimming.

Before Paige had fully recovered, Emma leaned into her, holding the strap-on inside her. Gently she rubbed that warm latex ass. The pain and pleasure flared again. So much pleasure from practically nothing. It seemed that she might cum again if that continued.

But it did not continue. Emma slapped Husk's right rump then the left. Then repeated it, the new flares of pain as that thick dildo was still in her sent new waves of pleasure through her. She was almost over the edge again when Emma started thrusting once more. Soon rapture overtook Paige again.

Emma continued this mixture of agony and ecstasy. Paige lost count of the number of times she peaked. Her mind was swimming so much that Husk wasn't sure if it was a reaction to the orgasms or if Emma was mentally assaulting her at the same time. It was long past what Paige thought were her limits, many orgasms past what she thought she could take. She was on the verge of madness, something she never knew existed within her was about to break.

Then Emma stopped.

The machine started to whirr, letting her arms down and Emma released the carabiner. With the motor stopping and then starting to raise the hook again, Paige stood up. The weight might have been on her toes again but her shoulders certainly thanked her. Emma appeared again this time with a large, comfy-looking, one-armed, spinning chair. Carefully Emma positioned it behind Paige and pulled her into it. Half moving around, half turning it, Emma became face-to-face with her captor. She was leaning in one hand on the arm of the chair. Gently Emma bent closer and kissed Paige's gagged mouth before rising slowly. With a wry smile, Emma kicked the chair, sending it rolling backwards. Paige looked wide-eyed before the chair thumped to a stop next to a similar chair with the other arm. The chair lowered with a slight hiss joining the other into a two-seat sofa. Emma walked over, pulled Paige into her closely and wrapped a white blanket over her. With the still-bound Paige resting on her shoulder Emma started, “I do hope you understand dear. I can't have you being so rude to me in public. But I could have made this far less pleasurable.”

Paige did understand. And though she could not vocalise it she was well aware that this was far more carrot than stick. She had learned a lifetime's worth of information about herself. Not least of which was that she was a natural, and willing submissive to Emma Frost. She happily stayed there for a while in Emma's arms, completely at her mercy. When she was about to, try and ask. Emma reached around and unbuckled Paige's gag, pulling the saliva-dripping head harness off and dropping it on a table to her side.

“Thank you… my Queen,” Paige said. She was sure she wasn't made to say it. She just felt that she needed to express her subservience.

“Very good Paige. I don't want you to get the wrong idea here. I do prefer slightly more equivalent relationships, and strong men overall. But if you need help to ‘express yourself’ you're a very fun sub and I'll be happy to help you again. But you had better behave in public. Embarrass me again and you'll have no fun next time.”

“Yes my Queen,” Paige squeaked. Though she was very much falling in love, she was well aware of the gulf of life experience between them.

With that said Page thought about saying something else when Emma hauled Paige's feet onto her lap and, with a key that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, removed the padlock holding her boots together. After a little more cuddling, Emma eventually released her from the armbinder, casually dropping it on the chair she had vacated.

“You had better get along now. Your powers will return when you get home. You can keep the shoes, I'll have the keys sent over.”

“Yes my Queen,” Paige said demurely turning towards the door.

“Wait. Don't forget your clothes. And don't leave your skin all over the place.”

“Yes my Queen,” Paige said, before bowing deeply. As an act of generosity to her submissive Emma stepped forward and held out her hand. The bowing Paige didn't rise, just took the hand and gently kissed the White Queen's knuckles. Rising, smiling, Paige turned and walked towards her discarded clothes and skin. Her feet, in those horrible ballet boots, started to hurt again immediately. This was going to be a long painful walk home. Donning her undies, skirt and shirt, Paige had to carry her shoes. She threw her discarded skin in the bin on the way out. She realised she was being made to do a walk of shame, including the traditional shoe carrying. Though normally you don't have rubber skin and even more uncomfortable boots on. She could only hope that she would not encounter anyone else or that she was not recognisable like this.

Slowly she made her way out, realising as she got into the elevator of the White Palace that she would have ridden it before, on the way in without realising it. For the most part, she didn't encounter anyone in the expansive crystal building until she was walking through the ground floor lobby to leave. A blond-haired young woman leaned over the railing of the floor above.

‘Oh god. A cuckoo. Please say the others aren't around.’ Paige prayed to herself.

One by one, more blonde girls poked their heads over the side until there were 6 cuckoo's watching.

‘Shit, shit. They might not recognise me. MIND! FORTRESS! NO ONE IN!’

“Sure is Paige. Come back soon,” called Esme.

Paige just rushed out of the building head down. The Hellfire Bay portal was busier than ever, as was the Acedamos habitat. Husk ignored everyone and powered through till she had walked through the door of her home. 

Dropping her bag, and stripping herself, Paige dropped onto the bed. She wondered when the keys to her damn shoes would arrive. It should be possible to tear off her skin now but would it just be trailing out of her shoes? The exhausted Paige just passed out.

****

The clatter of the letter box woke Paige. Groggily she dragged herself out of bed, she couldn't even stand her feet hurt so bad. Her ass still burned when something touched it, her shoulders ached. By crawling she got to the small card box that was just posted. Inside were the keys to free herself from these accursed but oh-so-sexy boots. Removing the 4 padlocks, Paige pulled the ballet boots off her aching feet. Finally, Paige regenerated her skin and began pulling off her rubber coating. She sat refreshed with her perfect new skin. Her butt still hurt though.

Looking at it in the mirror it was strange to see the lines of dark muscle bruising under her perfectly smooth ass skin. Some of the pain was gone. Paige found she had to really grab her ass to feel the burn again. It had persisted better in her toes and shoulders. Like the pain, the memory of that event lingered strongly. It wasn't long before Paige was grabbing her cast-off rubber skin and rubbing it against her sex. Alternating between grabbing her ass and those ballet boots Paige, sent crashing waves of self-fulfilment stressing through her body. Her mind raced between memories of her encounter and delicious, illicit possibilities. What other fetishes was she in a unique position to experience? Plastic, leather, and who knows what else. If Krakoa doesn't work out, Paige reckoned she could be rich off the back of this.