Sugarcane

You take a step forward into the garage, waiting for your eyes to adjust. As of right now you can't see anything out of place. Of course, you can't really see anything at all without the light on. It's useless to poke around now.\n\n[[Go back inside]] \n\n

Stepping backwards, you close the garage door in front of you, pushing it hard so that it won't pop open again. As you test the knob to make sure nothing is loose, you feel a sharp prick at the back of your neck!\n\n"What the f-" you begin to shout, but your mouth won't complete the word. Losing control of your body, the last thing you remember is falling to your knees as your vision goes dark-\n\n- then NOTHING.\n\n[[Continue]]\n

With all your strength, you are able to tilt your head forward...\n\n<html><img src="doctors.jpg"></html>\n\nWhat you see shocks and disturbs you. In the center stands a woman dressed entirely in latex, the sheer material clearly showing her nipples and thighs. She appears to be some kind of doctor, complete with mask and gloves, as she holds her hands out, as if to keep them sterile.\n\nOn either side of her are two ghastly figures, dressed similarly in tight latex dresses, but possessing frighteningly lifeless masks. They appear to be her assistants, awaiting her command.\n\n[[Ask where the hell you are]]\n\n[[Ask who the hell they are]]

"You are foolish to think by now that we would EVER release you," the latex servant grunts. "You are one of US now. And, looking as you do now, WE are the only ones to which you could ever belong."\n\n<html><img src="push.jpg"></html>\n\nThe servant's response was harsh and convincing. If this horrible latex skin really HAD bonded to you permanently... you could never show yourself in society ever again.\n\n[[What are you going to do with me??]]

Several more minutes of disorienting, winding turns around this hellish facility pass as you lie there, breathing heavily through the latex mask adhered to your face. At last the servant pushes your gurney through two double doors and into a small room, inhabited by two additional latex-covered monsters. \n\n<html><img src="wardrobe.jpg"></html>\n\n"Ah, this must be //Cherry//," the freakish woman on the left says. "Welcome to wardrobe. My name is Tasha. We're going to be selecting your permanent garments for you. What is your waist?"\n\nPermanent garments?? What, were they //insane??// Feeling is now returning to your body, but you are still too drowsy to be able to sit up on your own.\n\n[[I'm not going to be dressed like one of YOU!!]]\n\n[[Comply and tell her your waist]]\n\n

<html><img src="livingroom.jpg"></html>\n\nYou sit down on the couch to finally enjoy a quiet relaxing night at home. Your job has been demanding lately, and for the first time in weeks you have nowhere to be and nothing to do. It doesn't even matter that there isn't anything good on TV.\n\nAs you begin to think about making yourself a drink, you hear a soft thud come from the other room. You know that houses have a tendency to make noises from time to time, but this sounded a little... unnatural.\n\n[[Get up and check it out]]\n\n[[Ignore it, it was probably nothing]]

As you turn your head, all hope leaves you.\n\n<html><img src="mask.jpg"></html>\n\nIt is a mask, no doubt similar to the ones these horrible monsters wear now. You can see the thin film of goo on the inside of the headgear as the assistants bring it towards your face, and finally settle it down around your head.\n\nThe assistants then zip the mask down the back of your head, a pointless gesture considering the bonding goo inside, and then massage it around your face to ensure it settles in all the right places.\n\nWithin moments it's all over. \n\n"Time to get you out of bed, //Cherry//," the doctor proclaims, motioning to two of her assistants to raise you from the mattress.\n\n[[All together, the assistants raise you up]]\n\n

Candice and the nameless servant guide you across the room before finally pushing you down into another chair. Knowing your reflection to be in front of you, you sheepishly peer upward.\n\n<html><img src="reflection.jpg"></html>\n\nYou gasp in horror as you meet your own gaze- an expressionless latex female freak- no longer unlike the very monsters who have transformed you. Your hands raise involuntarily to your new face, a painted, cartoonish version of a woman's, and you can feel tears form in your eyes. //Feel//, but not see. You know you'll never see your tears again.\n\n"You've turned out quite well," Tasha says, putting her hands on your slick shoulder, "and we're almost done. Just a few finishing touches."\n\n[[Try to pull the mask from your face]]\n\n[[Sit and wait for the end of your ordeal]]\n\n\n\n

No sooner do you say this then you receive another painful jolt from the large latex breasts on your chest, this one even more powerful than the last. You cry out, never having felt that kind of pain before. You feel as if another might //kill//you.\n\n"I thought I made myself clear earlier," the servant says from behind you, holding a small button that no doubt controls the painful electric receiver embedded in your chest. \n\n"Candice, please situate //Cherry// so that we can proceed with the dressing," Tasha says. "We haven't got all day."\n\nComplying with request, the other latex woman approaches you and pulls your weak legs over the side of the gurney.\n\n[[Continue...]]

<html><img src="closet.jpg"></html>\n\nThat's strange. You could have sworn that door was closed shut earlier. This leads to the garage- you didn't even come in that way today.\n\n[[Open it and see if anything fell over]]\n\n[[Close it and go back to the living room]]

You turn your head back towards your body to discover in shock that one of the assisstants has been coating your body in some kind of foul-smelling goo!\n\n"I apologize for the smell, there's no way to improve it I'm afraid," the doctor says from your right.\n\n<html><img src="goo.jpg"></html>\n\n"This adhesive will secure your new skin for a permanent bond," she continues, receiving the now empty bowl from her assistant. "Once we apply the material, the smell will fade."\n\nNew Skin?? Permanent bond?? What the hell were they about to do!? How could they do this to you!?\n\n[[Try to plead for your release]]\n\n[[Try to move your arms and legs]]\n\n\n\n\n

Unsure of what to do or think, you merely sit still, waiting for these psychopaths to finish with you. \n\nFrom behind you Candice procures a short black wig, one that frames your face and hides any seams on your mask. To your surprise she does not glue it to your head- you then realize that the wig serves to only make you look //less// freakish. You wouldn't want to remove it anyway. How much thought had they put //in// to this?\n\n"And now the footwear," Candice says, stepping away from your chair. \n\nFootwear?? You hadn't even noticed until now that you were barefoot- yet all of the other women wore fetish heels of some kind... was this what they were intending for you??\n\n[[Please, don't make me wear shoes!]]\n\n[[Say nothing]]

"Now... we believe that the //shoes// make the woman, //Cherry//," Tasha says as she pulls from behind her a ghastly pair of stiletto platform boots, glossy and black like the rest of your new body.\n\n"Unfortunately, these too must be secured," she adds, receiving from the nameless servant an opaque tube, no doubt containing the same substance that bonded the rest of your garments to your body. As predicted, Tasha upends the tube into the soles of the boots, ensuring their insides are liberally coated with the foul-smelling bonding chemical.\n\nStill too tired to kick away, Tasha grabs one of your tired legs and inserts your foot into the shoe of the boot, forcing it into a steep arch met with cool wetness.\n\n"Would you please bring the mirror around," Tasha says to Candice, who then wheels a floor-standing mirror around to the front of you both. "I think //Cherry// should be able to view the donning of her new feet."\n\nHelpless, you stare forward into the mirror, watching Tasha apply your footwear:\n\n<html><img src="boots.jpg"></html>\n\nTasha inserts your other foot into the gooey sole of the stiletto boot, lacing it up the very top, just as she did the other.\n\n"In time you will learn to walk in these as //we// have," Tasha says, pulling tightly on the laces. "Afterall, you don't have a choice."\n\n[[Continue....]]

Before you can turn back towards the door, you hear it slam shut! The garage goes pitch black now, and your heart immediately begins pounding in fear. \n\n<html><img src="dark.jpg"></html>\n\nFootsteps echo throughout the garage- you're not alone! You spin around, trying to view whoever has broken into your home, but you can't see anything at all. Suddenly you feel a sharp prick at the back of your neck!\n\nThe last thing you can remember is falling to your knees before everything goes entirely blank...\n\n[[Continue]]\n\n\n\n

Just as your nightmarish condition settles upon your mind, the double doors on the other side of the room burst open. Startled, you turn your head to see who has just arrived.\n\n<html><img src="incoming.jpg"></html>\n\nThis figure is even more bizarrely dressed than the rest of them, complete with some kind of fetish gas mask attached to her face. She leans in through the doors and looks across the room.\n\n"Tasha, there is a problem," she says, encouraging Tasha to walk across the room next to her. "The man... the man we captured... it was the wrong address.\n\n"What do you mean?" Tasha responds softly in a lazy effort to not be heard.\n\n"The man we captured- he was the //wrong man//. He didn't cheat on his wife. He didn't //have// a wife. The target lived across the //street//. This was the //wrong man.//"\n\nFalling silent, both Tasha and the incomer turn to look at you. They appear to be speechless.\n\nDrifting back to the mirror, you meet your gaze.\n\n<html><img src="what.jpg"></html>\n\n//What//.\n\n\n\nTHE END.\n

You slowly turn your head to the left, confused and unsettled by what you see.\n\n<html><img src="cart.jpg"></html>\n\nAnother frightening latex figure has wheeled in a rack of... skin?? It appeared to be similar to what all of these freaks were wearing on their own bodies. Did... did they intend to place YOU inside one of these things??\n\nAs you continue to stare at this rack of creepy latex and rubber, a foul stench hits your nostrils. \n\n[[Look back for the source of the smell]]\n

<html><img src="ceiling.jpg"></html>\n\nYour head tilts back again as something is shimmied around your feet. You can feel the wicked latex assistants pull a bunched-up material around your ankles, up your legs, and around your waist. You're powerless to stop them as they pull it past your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing your arms and forcing them into the slick latex sleeves built into the horrible costume.\n\nDrained and defeated, you hear one of the assistants produce one final item from the rack on your left.\n\n[[Turn to view the item]]\n\n

With a few more pulls and tugs, Candice works your arms into their new prisons, slapping the elastic material around your wrists as the adhesive begins to bond itself to your primed latex skin. Your entire body is now hidden behind the horrible material, vanished from the world forever. Your heart feels as if it is going to explode out of your chest.\n\nTo your dismay, the servant then reaches from behind you, placing around your torso a stiff boned corset, black and shiny, like the rest of your body. The stench of the adhesive is again in the air as Candice pulls it shut, forcing most of the air out of your lungs. Already weakened, you can't help but grasp the arms of the chair in an effort to stabilize yourself.\n\n"I think she's ready," Tasha says from across the room.\n\nObeying her vague suggestion, Candice and the servant raise you to your feet and guide your forward towards the scariest thing you can imagine: a counter-to-ceiling mirror.\n\nYou stare down in disbelief and shame as the two help walk you across the room, fearing what you expect to see.\n\n[[Approach the mirror]]

You reluctantly give the woman your waist measurement, afraid of another painful shock if you disobey. The servant behind you nods in agreement, and in response Tasha walks over to the side of the room.\n\n<html><img src="wardrobe2.jpg"></html>\n\n"This should suit you then," she says, pulling a black latex bodysuit off of a rack on the wall. "Candice, can you please help //Cherry// up so that we can dress her?"\n\nComplying with her request, the other latex woman approaches you and pulls your legs over the side of the gurney. \n\n[[Please, don't put me in that thing!]]\n\n[[Continue...]]

Candice begins to roll the adhesive-covered catsuit up your legs, pulling and stretching the latex as she works. The material is cold and skin tight, but within moments Candice slides past your thighs and up to your waist, leaving you staring down at your new latex-clad legs.\n\n<html><img src="down.jpg"></html>\n\n"Lift her arms, please," Candice says as the servant's vice grip moves to your upper body, holding your still-weak arms above your body. As she does this, Candice continues to push the material up your body, past your stomach and over the ridiculous latex breasts that are now affixed to your chest.\n\n[[All you can do is watch as they continue their work]]

<html><img src="lift.jpg"></html>\n\nTogether, the nurses lift you from the bed as the remaining assistant wheels around a gurney to place you on. You can feel your dead weight strain against the muscles of the assistants as they carry you.\n\n"Take her to wardrobe," the doctor says. "There she can recover and stand on her own two feet again."\n\nThey were already calling you "her", those sick bastards. There HAD to be a way to undo this, didn't there? They can't just steal your life away forever! Still unable to move or speak, \n\n[[the assistants place you on the gurney and wheel you out of the room.]]\n\n

You try to speak, but your mouth refuses to form words. Only unintelligible mumbles can be heard.\n\n"As you can see, you are unable to speak," the latex doctor says as she dons a white latex jacket and removes the mask from her face. "We intend for you to remain that way."\n\nYou can only stare as this doctor approaches your bed with a bottle of clear liquid, inserting a tube into the top of it and turning it over. \n\n<html><img src="sedate.jpg"></html>\n\n"But if you're going to be awake for the rest of this," she begins, "it's best for ALL of us if you have this pumping through your system." \n\nAwake for all of WHAT?? What the hell are they doing to you??\n\n[[Go On]]\n\n\n\n\n\n

<html><img src="hallway.jpg"></html>\n\nYou lie on your back in misery as the latex-covered assistants wheel you down the hall. You can begin to feel your extremities again as the fluorescent ceiling lights pass by. You are still too tired to move, but you are able to move your tongue and lips once again.\n\nAt long last, you feel that you are able to speak again.\n\n[[Why are you doing this to me?]]\n\n\n

You slowly open the door, revealing the dark garage beyond. Your heart rate begins to increase. Maybe you've seen too many scary movies?\n\n<html><img src="garage.jpg"></html>\n\nYou reach for the garage light on the wall, but flicking the switch does nothing. The light must be out! It's almost impossible to see anything.\n\n[[Go ahead and explore the garage]]\n\n[[Close the door and go back to the living room]]

Kidnapped

<html><img src="view.jpg"></html>\n\nStanding in front of you is a tall fetish figure, covered head to heels in tight, shiny latex. In disbelief you raise your hands to your chest, feeling the massive breasts attached to your torso, pushing out over the top of your thick, boned corset.\n\nThe high heel boots bonded to your feet raise you well above six feet tall, their laces pulling the shafts tightly against your calves where they meet more skin tight latex rising up your thighs to your groin. You are encased permanently in this fetish prison, hidden away forever behind black, shiny rubber.\n\nYou are just like them now- no different in any material way. How many of them were like you? Captured without reason and confined to a freakish body for the rest of their lives? You feel as if you're going to faint...\n\n[[Continue.....]]

You kick away Candice's arms as she attempts to roll the adhesive-covered catsuit up your legs. At this she stares up at the servant who wheeled you into the room and nods.\n\nFrom behind you the servant approaches and grabs your legs as you try to kick them, helping Candice begin to apply the black latex catsuit to your body. The material is cold and skin tight, but within moments Candice slides it up to your waist, leaving you staring down at your new latex-clad legs.\n\n<html><img src="down.jpg"></html>\n\n"Lift her arms, please," Candice says as the servant's vice grip moves to your upper body, holding your still-weak arms above your body. As she does this, Candice continues to push the material up your body, past your stomach and over the ridiculous latex breasts that are now affixed to your chest.\n\n[[All you can do is watch as they continue their work]]

After you make this demand, a painful JOLT eminates from the massive latex orbs on your chest. It doesn't last long, but is excrutiating.\n\n<html><img src="push.jpg"></html>\n\n"We have implanted //obediance receivers// into your new chest. I suggest you not speak out of turn again... unless you would like to receive additional //reminders//."\n\nYour frustration brings you to the verge of tears. These psychopaths have complete control over you, and there isn't anything you can do. All you can do is worry about what is going to happen to you next.\n\n[[What are you going to do with me??]]\n

ANOTHER painful jolt rockets through your body, causing your arms and legs to go numb once again. The searing pain makes you feel as if you are being electrocuted, yet your heart continues to beat- faster than ever, in fact.\n\n"Defiant to the last," the latex servant says from behind you. "If you want to die here, so be it. You wouldn't be the //first//."\n\nYou don't want to die. You want to be free, to kill these people, perhaps, but you also want to live. Another shock might be your last- and the pain physically prevents your mouth from arguing any further with these monsters.\n\nThe servant behind you tells Tasha what she wants to hear, and she proceeds to the side of the room.\n\n<html><img src="wardrobe2.jpg"></html>\n\n"I think this should fit you nicely," she says, admiring the thickness and shine of the horrible garment. "Candice, please situate //Cherry// so that we can proceed with the dressing. We haven't got all day."\n\n[[Continue...]]

"You are going to become one of the Mistress' PERSONAL assistants. A real //honor//," the servant responded as she continued to wheel you down the hall.\n\nPersonal assistants? What the hell is that? Still not strong enough to get up on your own, all you can do is lie there until the servant brings you to wherever it was they said they were taking you. Maybe then you can make a break for it...\n\n[[Wait to get to where you are going]]

You turn your head to watch as the latex doctor hands the bottle of liquid over to her frightening assistant to hold above your body.\n\n<html><img src="liquid.jpg"></html>\n\nYou immediately feel your hearth rate begin to slow, and it is now even more difficult for you to move your head. You desperately try to beg them to release you, but your mouth will not move at all. \n\n"Trixie!!" the doctor shouts, followed by two brisk claps. "Bring in the anatomical enclosures!" As soon as she says this, squeaking wheels and the slow clicking of high heels can be heard entering the room.\n\n[[Remain still]]\n\n[[Turn to look at what just entered the room]]

You slowly turn your head to the left, confused and unsettled by what you see.\n\n<html><img src="cart.jpg"></html>\n\nAnother frightening latex figure has wheeled in a rack of... skin?? It appeared to be similar to what all of these freaks are wearing on their own bodies. Did... did they intend to place YOU inside one of these things??\n\nAs you continue to stare at this rack of creepy latex and rubber, a foul stench hits your nostrils. \n\n[[Look back for the source of the smell]]

No sooner do you say this then you receive another painful jolt from the large latex breasts on your chest, this one even more powerful than the last. You cry out, never having felt that kind of pain before. You feel as if another might //kill// you.\n\n"I thought I made myself clear earlier," the servant says from behind you, holding a small button that no doubt controls the painful electric receiver embedded in your chest. "Give her your measurements."\n\n[[Refuse]]\n\n[[Give the woman your measurements]]

You decide that the sound was probably nothing. Maybe the wind outside knocking a branch against the house? Still, it was more interesting than whatever this show is you're watching. You continue channel surfing, finally settling on some ridiculous physical challenge show on Spike TV, when suddenly you feel a sharp prick at the back of your neck! \n\nStartled, you try to turn around only to discover that your muscles have suddenly gone numb! You can't help but fall forward onto the floor, completely helpless!\n\n<html><img src="floor.jpg"></html>\n\nTo your terror, you hear footsteps walking around your couch! Desperately you try to get up, but your body is completely paralyzed. Who the hell is in your house? Are they trying to kill you? Are you already dying??\n\n[[Unable to move, you can only lay there and wait]]

You close the garage door in front of you, pushing it hard so that it won't pop open again. As you test the knob to make sure nothing is loose, you feel a sharp prick at the back of your neck!\n\n"What the f-" you begin to shout, but your mouth won't complete the word. Losing control of your body, the last thing you remember is falling to your knees as your vision goes dark-\n\n- then NOTHING.\n\n[[Continue]]\n

Slowly, you open your eyes.\n\n<html><img src="ceiling.jpg"></html>\n\nWhere are you? What's going on? You seem to be lying on your back, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Your first instinct is to sit up, but you are unable to move your arms and legs. Plus, it feels as if they are somehow restrained!\n\n"He's awake, doctor," an androgynous voice proclaims from in front of you.\n\n"Already? The sedative shouldn't have worn off already," a female voice responds. "I suppose it makes little difference. We can proceed."\n\n[[Try to lift your head to see who is speaking]]\n\n

Feeling confident in the amount of strength that has returned to your limbs, you immediately get up from your chair, only to helplessly fall over onto the floor.\n\n"Now now," Tasha says from behind you, "you are recovering your strength, that much is true... but you haven't used your legs in //some time//. You will still need our help to move around!"\n\nThe fact that Tasha has ignored your attempt to flee only frustrates you more. You can't even walk! Your helplessness only adds to your misery as Candice and Tasha lift you back into your chair.\n\nFrom behind you, the nameless servant places a short black wig on your head, and to your surprise, no glue is used to secure it. You then realize that the wig only serves to make you appear //more// normal, and that you wouldn't //want// to remove it anyway. How much thought did they put //in// to this??\n\n[[Continue..]]

<html><img src="ceiling.jpg"></html>\n\nYou choose to remain still, afraid to see what has just been brought into the room. The latex doctor seems to acknowledge your fear.\n\n"You might as well look, my dear," the doctor says. "You're going to be seeing it for a very long time, anyway."\n\n[[Look]]

The latex woman responding to //Candice// approaches you and wraps her arms around your torso. She is quite large, easily over six feet tall, and lifts you onto your feet. You immediately begin to fall over, unable to stabilize yourself, but she holds you up, half escorting and half dragging you to a nearby chair.\n\nIt is then that you once again smell that awful stench- the same smell that filled your nostrils when those other monsters adhered this awful latex skin to your body. You know that awful glue is being used on this latex garment as well.\n\nBefore she proceeds, Candice moves to meet your gaze:\n\n<html><img src="wardrobe3.jpg"></html>\n\n"Once we apply your new clothing, you will never be able to remove it," she begins. "All of us have undergone the same procedure as well."\n\nYou can't believe what you're hearing. Why are they doing this to you?? Why have they had it done to //themselves//?? Ruining their own lives as well as yours?? You feel as if you're going to be sick.\n\n[[Allow Candice to proceed with your dressing]]\n\n[[Struggle against Candice and resist being dressed]]

You can feel your heart pounding. You try to beg to be left alone, to not be hurt, but your mouth won't respond to your brain's signals. Without saying a word, the intruder walks around to you and pulls a sack over your head. \n\n<html><img src="burlap.jpg"></html>\n\nWithin moments, you feel yourself begin to lose consciousness. Soon, everything fades to black...\n\n[[Continue]]\n\n

Feeling confident in the amount of strength that has returned to your limbs, you immediately get up from your chair and move towards Tasha in a rage, only to helplessly fall over onto the floor.\n\n"Now now," Tasha says from behind you, "you are recovering your strength, that much is true... but you haven't used your legs in //some time//. You will still need our help to move around!"\n\nThe fact that Tasha has ignored your attempt to attack her only frustrates you more. You can't even walk! Your helplessness only adds to your misery as Candice and Tasha lift you back into your chair.\n\nFrom behind you, the nameless servant places a short black wig on your head, and to your surprise, no glue is used to secure it. You then realize that the wig only serves to make you appear //more// normal, and that you wouldn't //want// to remove it anyway. How much thought did they put //in// to this??\n\n[[Continue..]]

"We believe that the //shoes// make the woman, //Cherry//," Tasha says as she pulls from behind her a ghastly pair of stiletto platform boots, glossy and black like the rest of your new body.\n\n"Unfortunately, these too must be secured," she adds, receiving from the nameless servant an opaque tube, no doubt containing the same substance that bonded the rest of your garments to your body. As predicted, Tasha upends the tube into the soles of the boots, ensuring their insides are liberally coated with the foul-smelling bonding chemical.\n\nStill too tired to kick away, Tasha grabs one of your tired legs and inserts your foot into the shoe of the boot, forcing it into a steep arch met with cool wetness.\n\n"Would you please bring the mirror around," Tasha says to Candice, who then wheels a floor-standing mirror around to the front of you both. "I think //Cherry// should be able to view the donning of her new feet."\n\nHelpless, you stare forward into the mirror, watching Tasha apply your footwear:\n\n<html><img src="boots.jpg"></html>\n\nTasha inserts your other foot into the gooey sole of the stiletto boot, lacing it up the very top, just as she did the other.\n\n"In time you will learn to walk in these as //we// have," Tasha says, pulling tightly on the laces. "Afterall, you don't have a choice."\n\n[[Continue....]]

You desperately try to move your arms and legs, but they are still completely paralyzed. You know that even if you COULD move them, there's no way you could escape four psychopaths. You are completely helpless.\n\n[[Go on]]

"Okay, let's stand her up so that she can view herself //properly//, Tasha says as Candice comes to your other side. Together they help lift you to your feet, where you find it extremely difficult to balance in the ridiculous heels on your feet.\n\nSlowly, the two women relese you, leaving you standing, or rather wobbling, entirely on your own.\n\n"Go ahead," Candice says. "Have a look at yourself. See what you have become."\n\n[[Look into the mirror]]\n\n

You beg them not to choose footwear for you to wear, knowing that your request will once again go ignored, if not punished.\n\n"The //shoes// make the woman, //Cherry//," Tasha responds as she pulls from behind her a ghastly pair of stiletto platform boots, glossy and black like the rest of your new body.\n\n"Unfortunately, these too must be secured," she adds, receiving from the nameless servant an opaque tube, no doubt containing the same substance that bonded the rest of your garments to your body. As predicted, Tasha upends the tube into the soles of the boots, ensuring their insides are liberally coated with the foul-smelling bonding chemical.\n\nStill too tired to kick away, Tasha grabs one of your tired legs and inserts your foot into the shoe of the boot, forcing it into a steep arch met with cool wetness.\n\n"Would you please bring the mirror around," Tasha says to Candice, who then wheels a floor-standing mirror around to the front of you both. "I think //Cherry// should be able to view the donning of her new feet."\n\nHelpless, you stare forward into the mirror, watching Tasha apply your footwear:\n\n<html><img src="boots.jpg"></html>\n\nTasha inserts your other foot into the gooey sole of the stiletto boot, lacing it up the very top, just as she did the other.\n\n"In time you will learn to walk in these as //we// have," Tasha says, pulling tightly on the laces. "Afterall, you don't have a choice."\n\n[[Continue....]]

Harder than ever you try to speak, almost managing a coherent sound, but it's no use. You know that even if you COULD speak, these monsters would ignore your begging. You are completely helpless.\n\n[[Go on]]

Knowing all hope of returning to your life is gone, you lack the drive to resist these monsters any further. What more could they do to you that would ruin your life more than it already is??\n\nAs you sulk, thinking about how much your life will change forever, all you can do is sit and wait to see how your altered body will complete it's transition.\n\n[[Don't move]]

"I see," Tasha responds, nodding in approval. I think //this// should fit you nicely," she adds, walking over to the side of the room.\n\n<html><img src="wardrobe2.jpg"></html>\n\nAdmiring the thickness and shine of the horrible latex bodysuit she lowers from the rack, the woman barks an order to her companion. "Candice, please situate //Cherry// so that we can proceed with the dressing. We haven't got all day."\n\n[[Continue...]]

After you make this request, a painful JOLT eminates from the massive latex orbs on your chest. It doesn't last long, but is excrutiating.\n\n<html><img src="push.jpg"></html>\n\n"We have implanted //obediance receivers// into your new chest. I suggest you not make any more foolish requests... unless you would like to receive additional //reminders//."\n\nYour frustration brings you to the verge of tears. These psychopaths have complete control over you, and there isn't anything you can do. All you can do is worry about what is going to happen to you next.\n\n[[What are you going to do with me??]]

After you ask this question, a painful JOLT eminates from the massive latex orbs on your chest. It doesn't last long, but is excrutiating.\n\n<html><img src="push.jpg"></html>\n\n"We have implanted //obediance receivers// into your new chest. I suggest you do as we say unless you would like to receive additional //reminders//."\n\nYour frustration brings you to the verge of tears. These psychopaths have complete control over you, and there isn't anything you can do.\n\n[[What are you going to do with me??]]\n\n[[Please let me go, I'll give you anything you want!]]\n\n

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"Why are you doing this to me?" you ask the latex servant as you're pushed down the hall.\n\n<html><img src="push.jpg"></html>\n\n"We think you know that answer to THAT," she replied, sounding as if you somehow deserved this horrifying punishment. "Do not ask this question again or you wil regret it."\n\n[[No I don't! What the hell are you talking about?]]\n\n[[Get these things off of me!]]\n\n[[Please let me go! I'll give you anything you want!]]

With your fingernails, which you only now notice have been grown and painted, you try too peel the mask from your face, but there is no slack on the mask with which to grab. You feel around to the back of your head where a seam meets in the middle, but you are unable to pry it apart.\n\n"You should know by now that your new face is just as much a part of you as everything else," Tasha mocks as you claw at the painted face in front of you. It's no use- the mask has bonded to your skin. "Now... are you going to stop fidgeting or do we need to remind you how much electricity your breasts can send through your body?"\n\nYour emotions explode in all different directions- you don't even know what you're going to do next:\n\n[[Make a break for it]]\n\n[[Attack Tasha]]\n\n[[Don't move]]