The Seduction of Sue Part 2

The Seduction of Sue

Part 2

The illuminated display on the car dashboard read 12:30 as she rounded the corner and let the car crawl to a stop out side of her house. Her passenger had been unaware of the last 15 minutes thanks to Catherine introducing his head to a brick wall. He was currently slumped, head nuzzling her shoulder, in the passenger seat of the car.

“OK lover time to get you inside,” she said, her voice mocking her previous incarnation as Cindy.

She hoisted the man, still almost dead weight to his feet and dragged him inside her spacious town house. A slight twitch from his leg caught the door sending it clattering shut. The resultant bang echoed through the previously crypt like house.

“Oh no, Suzanne!” cried Catherine, dropping the man in the same instant.

Sue jerked back to consciousness, the unfamiliar surroundings and her nakedness caused a rising panic. She shivered, remembering the events of just a few hours earlier. What the hell was she thinking, coming here, allowing herself to be taken by Catherine, enjoying the feel of a latex covered women on her own soft flesh. She began to rise from the bed, her bare feet touching the pile of discarded clothing, toes scrunching the soft, slippery rubber. She bent and retrieved Catherine’s latex blouse, the heady aromas of the cool latex mingling with the owners own fragrance. Guiltily she brought the blouse to her face, gently rubbing the shiny material against her cheek, drinking in the bouquet from the warming clothing. She buried her face into its inky surface and breathed deeply.

“I see you are awake, Suzanne,” the voice was mellow and controlled, unmistakably Catherine’s, “truth to tell that is a nuisance as I am not ready for your, how can I put this … uhm re-birth.”

“I? … yes I heard a bang,” why did this woman make Sue feel like a small child in her presence?

“Nice outfit Catherine, you been out?” she added, desperate to move the conversation onto an adult footing and concerned about Catherine’s re-birth comment.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I have. But now its time for you to return to sleep, my love. Forgive me for this.”

No sooner had Sue heard Catherine’s plea for forgiveness that the woman had covered the fifteen feet between them and was pushing Sue back to the bed. Latex covered legs rapped round Sue’s naked form and forced Sue to topple back onto the bed. Her hand brushed the pink latex covered breast on its trajectory to push Catherine off. Catherine had Sue’s left hand pinned under her back and was thus able to bring up what looked like an old handkerchief. Sue kicked wildly, she had seen enough bad TV to know this was where she got the chloroform gag held tightly to her mouth and, like all plucky but doomed heroines, would not go out without a fight. Reality began to swirl madly about her, and Sue felt as thought that she was falling. She never consciously landed.

Catherine arranged the comatose woman delicately on the bed, covered her with a crisp white sheet and guiltily threw the still pungent cotton rag against the far bedroom wall. Her plan was becoming unravelled, and she was not best pleased about this. Besides, she had broken one of her jet black talons in the struggle. There would, quite literally, be hell to pay for that.

Confident that her friend would be out for hours, Catherine returned to where she had deposited her latest prey. She scooped him up and dragged him roughly to a large, almost black wooden door. Tugging on the handle Catherine eased the bulky door open and fumbled for the light switch. The room lit up and she surveyed the scene in front of her.

The brilliance of chrome tubes, gleaming white tiles and Plexiglas canisters dazzled Catherine for a moment. She smiled a knowing smile, she had of course stood on this spot many times in the past and always relished a new chance to engage in her “little diversions.”

Catherine dragged the man, still dead weight, towards one of the Plexiglas canisters. All the while she was conscious of the crackling sound of latex brushing latex and the delicate, exquisite trickle of perspiration snaking beneath her latex to down her back. Finally she had him near the canister and began to roughly undress him, shirt, pants, underwear all was removed and stuffed into a disposal bag.

“You will most certainly never need these again,” she said aloud while she stripped her victim.

The mans cut head received her attention next, she felt the sizeable bump she had inflicted on him to knock him out. Then she took a razor from a tray of medical looking equipment and shaved off the hair around the gash in the man’s scalp. Ointment was rubbed into the cut and the woman stood back from the unconscious man.

Catherine noticed that he was starting to wake up and she quickly lifted him into one of the Plexiglas canisters and closed to hatch making sure that it closed with a sucking sound indicative that it was an airtight seal. Catherine eased her latex covered rump onto the edge of an operating table and waited, an impish grin played on her voluptuous candy pink lips.

Maybe 20 minutes passed as consciousness slowly returned to the crumpled, nude figure in the clear canister. Then slowly the man’s head lifted and he instinctively felt his head, pulling his hand away in shock when his fingers encountered the freshly shaved patch and the still sticky ointment. Then his eyes focussed on Catherine.

“You, you crazy bitch! What the fuck have you done to me, where am I and what hell is this cage you’ve got me in!” the man was not happy.

“Questions, questions – I won’t tell you. So there!” Catherine said her voice mimicking that of a petulant little girl. She watched as the man’s rage boiled over and fists smashed on the toughened Plexiglas sides.

Eventually, as his hands throbbed in pain the man ceased his futile pounding and again looked at his erotic captor. How shallow is the male, Catherine thought, as she watched his cock grow as his rage subsided. Truly they are like the beasts of the field.

She did look pretty good, though. Catherine rubbed her hands provocatively down her black latex clad legs, and brought them up to caress her shimmering rubberised breasts. The thin pink latex of her crop top uplifted and presented Catherine’s charms in such a magnificent way, and she knew it, that the man stood spellbound. The dribbles of pre-cum issuing from his fully erect penis hinting at his aroused state.

“Naughty man. Are you excited now – you don’t want to kill lovely Catherine do you?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

She approached the canister and wrapped her lithe body around its cool surface. Her arms almost spanned its circumference and she ground her crotch against the Plexiglas. Her accentuated stygian mound flattened slightly as she did so and Catherine fucked the outside of the tube roughly, savagely. Her head flew back, spittle dripping from her slackened jaw and she screamed wildly. Then she stopped – cold.

“That was fun wasn’t it?” the act began again.

The man did not know what to do, his emotions ran riot. Fear, arousal, anger and lust combined in one. He cried, not bitterly, but all the same tears welled up in his eyes and moistened his still reddened face.

“Please, just let me go. Honest I won’t report this. I .. I just .. want to go home,” he pleaded.

“Oh silly poppet. You are home. You will live with me now, forever and ever. Won’t that be sweet?”

Tears and sobbing was her answer.

“Now my dear I want you to put the goggles on I am going to give you a nice shower. Make you nice and uhm .. receptive,” Catherine said as a pair of goggles dropped into the canister from above.

Catherine watched as the man nervously donned the goggles and then she pressed a small button. A sound of humming, then cool liquid began to cascade over the man. Instinctively he rubbed the slightly oily liquid into his body, across his head and then reacted in horror as handfuls of hair came away in his hand.

“Oh silly me I forgot to mention I added a potent and more importantly permanent depilatory solution. You will remain as bald and as smooth as a new born baby till your dying day. Not that anyone will know of course,” explained Catherine maintaining the dumb blond act.
The man stood trembling as the last of the solution drained away from the canister. His body tingled as the chemicals permanently neutralised every hair follicle on his body. He couldn’t resist the feel of his now silky smooth skin, even though part of his mind told him that this enjoyment was wrong, was perverse.

Catherine smiled, she loved how they fought with themselves at this stage of the process. How part of them teetered on the brink of sensual abandon and the other part denied this, ran from any part of enjoying their predicament. The odd one or two did not fit the pattern. They resisted almost to the end but it mattered little.

“Variety is the spice of life after all,” Catherine said, continuing her chain of thought aloud.

Another button was pressed and a vapour entered the canister, the man looked up, his eyes full of panic. Then slowly his legs buckled and he slumped to the floor.

“Nighty night, David,” Catherine said as she dimmed the lights and made her way to the exit of the laboratory.

Catherine closed the laboratory door and walked towards the stairs. Sue was still sleeping where Catherine had laid her. She stroked Sue’s exposed leg with her latex encased hand, relishing the feeling as her shiny hand glided up Sue’s thigh. Catherine pulled the sheet back revealing Sue’s entire body shimmering with a light sheen of perspiration.

“Now to begin with you my love. What shall I dress you in to begin your introduction to my world?” Catherine asked herself.

She opened her voluminous closet and was met by the unmistakable smell of latex. Truly she was spoiled for choice as she searched through multitudes of clothing from the tame street fashion style she currently wore through to items designed for true connoisseurs of latex.

“I think a gentle introduction will be best Suzanne. Eventually you will experience the ultimate but not until later,” saying this Catherine extracted some white latex underwear from her closest. White panties, gossamer thin white latex tights and a shiny white bra.