Julie's expertise with Marionetics' software was only a few steps above rudimentary, but she knew enough to perform basic functions. She brought up a map of the group's current location and noted an exit route. As Julie prepared a requisition entry for this path, small walkway lights shone along either side of the floors, making travel easier without the alarum of waking up the entire facility. She had seen the Masters guide their treasured servants in this way before. However, this posed a potential problem; whatever sensors were active, they were likely expecting to detect and process four shiny marionettes. Julie apprised her companions of this hypothesis and suggested they make use of the women in the hallway outside the control room.
The other three women wore the expressions of having been carnally implored by a lecherous man. To say they were reluctant would be an understatement.
“You’re honestly suggesting we use them as pawns? We should be freeing them!” Regina asserted.
“This is probably the best choice we have,” said Kelly. “I say we go for it. Memory card is getting full, anyway.”
Brenda had to release some tension with a laugh. “Well, this will be a tale to tell the husband!” she said, trying to shift her thoughts to an idyllic marriage that may or may not have existed outside the walls of Marionetics.
“It’s alright,” Julie soothed. “We-- they like to follow and obey. And since no Masters are here, we’re probably the next best thing.” Julie blushed a little at her slip of the tongue.
Regina was perturbed to be in the minority, but she took the initiative by stepping outside of the control room, approaching one of the dollified women and undoing her restraining dress, revealing the tightly coated and shimmering body it contained. She made an effort not to make eye contact with the fiery-eyed tan-skinned woman trapped within the latex suit. She tried to turn towards Regina with affection, but the audacious journalist ordered the doll continue facing forward and to move when she gives the instruction. Though freed from her binding dress, the woman complied readily and with a small sigh of comfort: “Yes, Mistr-” Regina silenced the woman with a hiss before the honorific title could be uttered, and she obediently settled into a readied stance, arms straightened by her side, smirking. Regina unceremoniously discarded the rubber dress to the floor. Her three cohorts began their approach to their respective dolls.
"That dress looks about your size. Not going to take it home?" Brenda prodded Regina in a playful tone that was laced with flirtation.
"Now could not be less the time for this, Brenda." Regina said through her teeth. She seemed to take it as a sleight.
“Why even remove it?” Brenda asked quizzically.
“Because I’m not like them!” Regina offered in scathing rejoinder. She was plainly referring to the puppet masters whose methods she sought not to emulate. “And I’d pull her out of the rest of this suit if I could.” She began to look downcast.
“But that would hurt them,” Julie offered wanly in confirmation. Both of them knew how closely bonded the rubber was to the women. She would need more of the chemical solution she had used on Julie to liberate them without risk of injury.
“Yeah.” Regina said, clearly not wanting to continue with the subject. “Let’s just get this done.” Even with her diffidence, Regina maintained a commanding voice.
During the awkward silence that followed, each woman picked out a doll in the aisle. Kelly suppressed her nervousness, mounted her camera on her shoulder with one hand, took a deep breath and grabbed the doll by the back of the neck, hands wrapped around a rubbery collar. She tried to convince herself that her temporary slave was just a stage prop of sorts. A stage prop that was squirming with lustful anticipation at Kelly's grasp. Julie nodded approvingly at Kelly. "Yes, that's the idea. They should respond to our touch and input as we see fit." Kelly nodded weakly, whispered something to the bound latex woman, and the two began walking forward, Kelly leading from behind. Her doll was a pallid, pear-shaped young woman with green eyes and a blissfully blank expression. Through the glistening, transparent coif that tightly sheathed her head, the woman’s face looked ghostly and serene.
Brenda took her turn, drawing near to a fair-skinned rubber lady with wide, brown eyes and full lips. She could see the elegantly-shaped woman’s countenance rise with delight as Brenda placed her hands over her neck, the two women coming face to face. Brenda’s cheeks were flush with scarlet as bashfulness took hold. She barely held back a nervous laugh. “Oh, hello,” the news anchor floundered in clumsy salutation, trying to reposition her hands. Brenda’s new rubber servant simply gazed calmly at her new mistress and exposed her collared neck. Her expressive eyes seemed to say “it’s okay - I am yours to use.” Brenda shivered for a moment before walking behind her new assistant and took her by the neck. “Okay, then. Let’s take a walk,” Brenda made an effort to sound decisive, but was smiling fatuously. Julie found it endearing.
Regina frowned as she shook her head, disgusted with what she was about to do. Her fervid-eyed menial moaned quietly with anxious, bated breath, craving physical attention. “Fine. Let’s go. I’m sorry about this; I’m sorry you have to be trapped like this.” Regina simply pushed upon the doll’s back, cringing at the touch of the rubber substance that seemed to furtively grope at her bare skinned hand in response. The tan skinned woman imprisoned in the latex smiled and exhaled sweetly as she obeyed her new keeper. She stifled words of reassurance to Regina, concluding that this new mistress preferred her property to be reticent.
Julie approached her assistant-to-be. A lithe woman with aquiline, thin facial features. She reminded her of a skinny friend with whom she used to play games. Could she…? No, Julie pushed aside those thoughts as she retracted a curious hand reaching toward the girl’s face. The objective at hand was to escape, and she had to go through with it. Life on the other side was waiting to swallow her whole once more, and who was she to keep it waiting? Just as well, Julie took the liberty of caressing the encased beauty. At least she would carry fond memories of her time with Marionetics. Maybe she could bring home this doll; she was Julie’s property now, after all.
“Julie, are you coming or what?” asked an irritated Regina. Julie had gotten lost in another fantasy. She raised her head from the latex woman’s shoulder, released her affectionate arm lock from her torso, and bade her move forward. Julie didn’t even recall embracing the doll in such a way, but she failed to feel disturbed. Thankfully, the others didn’t notice the interaction due to the darkness of the hallway and their own forays into becoming temporary mistresses. At least that’s what she hoped; now was not the time to arouse suspicions.
The quartet reached their first checkpoint. The small, ankle-level lights made their exodus easier in terms of visibility, but it also meant that certain security measures were reactivated. As per the plan, the collared rubber dolls were made to walk in front of the human women. As Julie predicted, the scanners that peeked from the walls and ceilings identified them as Marionetics property under the escort of Masters. The request had been put through successfully, and the group of escapees began their departure as a large partition door rose to grant them passage. Julie noted a blinking red light on a console adjacent to the door, but was not sure of its meaning. Her nerves were on edge, and she was sweating. Her companions were experiencing similar degrees of disquiet and perspiration. There was hardly any time to think anymore. Regina’s teeth were clenched, Kelly was panting, and Brenda was quietly repeating a mantra of “oh my god” to herself.
After striding down a corridor that seemed to last for days, listening to the foreign sounds of technology examining them, and enduring distant activation noises from elsewhere in the facility, the unnerved chaperones and their glistening wards reached the final checkpoint. They all couldn’t help but smile at the sense of relief that was sure to ensue upon their journey’s end. Ahead was a chamber between two large, heavy doors with a small glass window at head level. The walls of the room betwixt the thick doors were lined with a peculiar network of black cables and tubes, like an array of serpents. Julie surmised that this was some kind of sanitization chamber. Accepting this and gathering themselves, Brenda, Kelly, and Regina stepped in, under the aegis of their obedient, lustrous retinue. Julie, however, was delayed by an unexpected turn of events.
Where three of the four burnished adherents obeyed their mistresses and continued to step forward, Julie’s doll backed away and began walking in the opposite direction, her figure swaying gracefully upon high heels as she left. And...did she look back with a sly grin? Something had overridden Julie’s control. “Hey!” Julie cried out to the absconding doll, but no response was given. The doors shut upon the three other women, immuring them. They all turned around to face Julie, who was locked outside. Each looked appropriately concerned, but they were preemptively interrupted from voicing their dismay. A cleansing mist began to spray from the tubes upon the women, leaving them unsullied and polished, such as the non-rubbery women could be in their mundane attire. The rubber dolls enjoyed a fresh sheen. It appeared that the trio had reached a waiting period as the contraptions in the chamber became inert, or at least in some kind of standby mode. Regina let go of her doll, and the others followed suit, turning their attention to Julie, who was looking on with chagrin. She was looking at the console next to the forbidding door, noting the same blinking red light she had observed on the other panel. This console was about her height and had a layout similar to the mainframe computer of which she had made use earlier, though this was considerably smaller. The screen displayed a high definition image of the three women and the rubber servants within the sanitation/polishing chamber. Julie looked back to her companions with dwindling hope.
“I...I don’t know what to do,” Julie said meekly.
“Can’t you work some magic on that computer?” Brenda asked, running frustrated hands through her freshly lubricated hair on whose grooming she had probably spent the entire morning. Julie was still wearing the silvery gray blazer that Brenda loaned her.
“Damn,” Kelly grunted as she fumbled with her camera. “Card is full,” she stated bitterly as though someone had said her paycheck would be late this week. She turned off the camera, strapped it about her shoulder and scanned the room, preparing for the unknown. Even hindered by the slick moisturization, Kelly deftly handled her equipment, though it was taking her longer than it typically would have.
“Julie,” Regina said morosely, “I don’t think there’s anything we can do. If we make it out of here, is there anything you want me to say or do for you? I don’t want to leave you behind, but…” she trailed off, remembering that consolation was not among her talents. Her continued hope of escape was commendable.
“Just...that there are people here. Real people with feelings, hopes, and dreams. Maybe not their own, but,” Julie faltered in her speech, “it’s not so terrible as you make it out to be, Regina.”
Regina shook her head with sadness and agitation. “That’s what makes me so afraid of Marionetics, Julie. It’s the kind of thing that might become a real danger because of this contrived veneer of happiness and contentment. We’re human beings - we weren’t meant to become objects, slaves, or property. And I refuse to lend any credence to this method of trapping people in BDSM outfits and calling it a business model or even passing it off as some kind of benevolent social engineering. This is more like some sick pervert's fantasy gone awry. It’s wrong, and I’m not giving up until it’s stopped.” Regina’s insurgent elocution was laudable, considering the circumstances. Julie could feel only surges of despair, as opposed to the moral fervor that Regina no doubt sought to inspire.
She continued to speak: “Julie, I won’t forget you. If I can, I’ll make sure you’re extracted from here. Please don’t let them poison your mind anymore.” Regina meant her words, even if she had no idea how she would even carry out such a plan, or if she would even make it out of the facility without becoming Marionetics’ latest indentured thrall. Or dead.
Julie’s resentment was growing, and she was having trouble quelling it. “Thank you, Regina. I’ll be fine. Just...everyone get out safely, please.” As Julie spoke these somber words, the flashing red light suddenly turned a solid green, and the screen prompted her to grant access to the exit.
"You're a nice girl, Julie. You're brave and sweet. Take care of that jacket, okay?" Brenda gave a sincere farewell with a dash of her live television wholesome humor and a wink to boot. She might have been shedding a tear, but Julie's attention was divided.
Julie pressed the buttons in sequence to confirm the door opening. With a metallic hiss, the mighty door to the exit ascended while Julie's side remained shut; she could not find a way to make it budge. Her new friends smiled in a silent 'goodbye' and left the side of their dolls. It was then that time slowed to a crawl for Julie. This was the kind of temporal slowdown that occurs both with great adrenaline rushes and pivotal decision-making in the face of hitherto unknown opportunities. Truly, was this not the point of the story when the heroine, the noble and selfless Julie sacrifices herself in some way for a 'greater good?' Wasn't it the right and expected course of action to facilitate the release of these women so that they might one day defeat the evil entity called Marionetics and possibly save her and many others from their clutches one day? All these questions and more were a tempest in Julie's mind.
Cutting through this storm of uncertainty came Julie's righteous resentment. She was so happy before this escapade; she finally felt important, loved, and at peace. She had known the luxury of life's purpose finding her. And this Regina, the intrepid journalist with an ax to grind had to take it all away from her. She tried to tell Julie that Marionetics was some odious monster. She tried to make Julie think that her life for the last ten months was some kind of error; that she was a victim. She had to get Kelly and Brenda involved in her scheme, too. Brenda, who was already coming willingly to Marionetics, now under duress to follow Regina. All too human Regina. She wants to save the planet, make people’s lives better, end oppression, stop war and poverty, or any other gallant cause espoused by champions of truth and justice. But what was she accomplishing by undermining Marionetics? Julie could only see the good that her proprietors were offering. She reflected on all the boons bestowed in her dollhood, the advanced technology that they must hold to achieve such high levels of living quality, and the intent behind it all...it had to be philanthropic. Would it be so bad if their influence spread far and wide? If they touched more lives? It was all starting to make sense. The certitude was enchanting. How often did opportunities like this come around, only to be cast aside? Julie admired her misguided rescuers all the same, but she now had a chance to make her own ending to the story. This was her chance to be a heroine to herself. She quickly began to input a new sequence to the door console.
As her former companions eagerly marched towards the opening leading to the exit, the partition abruptly rose again, thwarting the escape. The shiny, rubbery tendrils in the walls began to writhe and awaken, poised to strike at the unauthorized female beings that now stood dumbfounded. Julie's smile rarely looked so gorgeous as it did at that moment. She felt herself returning to a better place already. The ornery glare of Regina could practically be felt like a ray of blazing heat. Before any of the women could voice their fear, alarm, or contempt, the appendages of the wall began their attack. Kelly and Brenda were caught flat-footed and ensnared in the mass of tendrils, which coiled firmly around their limbs. They were screaming, but it was muffled by questing, ropy limbs that began to coalesce, forming a hood-like casing that began to engulf the two women. Regina managed to dodge the rubbery volley, leaping towards the opposite door, eyed fixed upon the treacherous Julie. She was spouting expletives in her stressed efforts to avoid entanglement. Seconds passed at an excruciatingly slow pace, but Regina soon slid her way to the window from which Julie was watching dark events take their course.
“I was such an idiot to trust you,” Regina spat. “I’d ask if you were happy, but I suppose you will be once your precious ‘masters’ drag you back into the fold. Unbelievable.” Regina’s baneful words did not faze Julie as they once could.
“You act as though you know what is best for all of us. Perhaps you simply need to see it from a new perspective,” Julie replied with a mechanical dignity.
Regina, realizing the futility of attempting debate at this juncture, turned back her attention to the precarious dilemma at hand. Survival instincts took over as she darted towards Kelly, who was being constricted by the rubber cables, all solidifying as a matrix to form a glistening, sable cocoon. Her camera hung by her shoulder, and Regina, acknowledging that rescue was beyond her capabilities, briskly opened a compartment at the camera’s base and snatched the memory card. If she was to make a getaway, she would at least have evidence of her ordeal. Kelly paid her employer no heed; her entrapment was starting to become rapturous. Tendrils both beneath and above the presently-forming cocoon were groping and caressing her as they coiled, adding further polish and lubrication to the rubbery surface as the trap was spun around their quarry. Their movements could be described as amorous. Regina turned her head and saw that Brenda was in the same predicament. It pained her to see her erstwhile escape companions affected by whatever euphoria-inducing chemicals that Marionetics were likely injecting. She cringed at the sight, feeling powerless to stop what she saw as an atrocity. Having both the memory card in her pocket and Julie’s second-skin sample served to maintain her sanity.
Meanwhile, the dolls remained impassive, save for the one released from her dress by Regina. She took an interest in her panicked mistress, who was pocketing a small, square-shaped memory card. The lights the facility were slowly coming back on, flickering and gradually rising in luminosity. Regina saw this and had to openly exclaim “no!” as her head flitted around in consternation. She felt two smooth, slippery hands clasp her face at the cheeks. A seductive, tan-skinned, fiery-eyed rubber woman smiled from beneath a bleary hood that shifted sensually with her breathing. She appeared intent on bringing her lips closer to Regina’s. The rebellious reporter was momentarily stunned. Lurid images flashed before her: Regina’s own face reflected in the tempting doll-woman’s coif, devoid of human expression and mirth, save for the erroneous glee imposed by Marionetics’ doctrine. Regina quaked with fear at this potentiality. She couldn’t yet form words in her state of shock. The doll grinned confidently as she moved a hand down to Regina’s breast.
Julie was lost in the exhilaration of the spectacle before her. It was as though she was watching the thrilling conclusion to a movie or series through the glass screen. So invested in the fates of the three women was Julie that she was completely startled when a smooth, feminine latex hand placed itself onto the back of her shoulder, promptly removing Brenda’s blazer in a single motion. “Ah!” Julie exclaimed.
“Hi!” a mollifying female voice said. Her timbre was breathy and sultry, speaking to Julie as though to a familiar friend who happens to also be her property. When Julie turned around, she saw a woman clad completely in rubber, hued black with vermillion trim. The coat she wore seemed akin to a military uniform, though it was form-fitted and blended seamlessly with the catsuit form of the latex outfit. She was also hooded in a black hood with a translucent veil shaped around the face. The widow’s peak pattern on the top of her hood made for an intense look. Her features were catlike, with piercing eyes and full lips that gave a keen, desirous smile. Her corset and heels made her appear towering and imperial. As the Marionetics lighting system continued to be restored, Julie noted the figure of the woman: her breasts were ample, and her shape was almost supernaturally impressive. It was a dazzling near-exaggeration of the female form. Something about the color red on this stately woman made Julie feel safe and alleviated. She was here to set things right. The crimson domina gently turned Julie’s head back to the window to resume looking. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she remarked with a smirk. Julie began to utter a reply, but was cut short as the tall woman deftly fastened a rubber collar around her neck, laughing softly to herself in amusement. Collared once again, Julie’s elation could scarcely be overstated. She watched Regina being accosted by the libidinous doll and remembered how she fantasized about Regina in an outfit quite similar to the one worn by her current ebony and carmine subjugator. She wondered if any comparable thoughts had gone through Regina’s rigid mind. Even she had to have intimate desires, after all.
By now, Kelly had been completely absorbed by the infesting, glistening cocoon. Only a single tube connected to her mouth and terminated at the ceiling allowed for breathing, and all of her nerves were completely pacified. The camera lay discarded on the floor. Marionetics already had a position lined up for the camerawoman. The rubbery chrysalis embraced and cradled Kelly as she drifted into unconsciousness and her nascent, new existence.
Brenda wriggled against the growing strength of the enveloping rubber, though not out of any semblance of struggle. On the contrary, she had breached the threshold of fear and felt long-suppressed primal needs flooding to the surface. As her encasement proceeded, the tendrils guided her eager hands down between her legs, where they would remain as the process continued unabated. She would fall into a blissful slumber as a violet, silicone apparatus lowered from the ceiling and placed itself around Brenda’s lips. Marionetics needed more like her, and now they had their acquisition. The company had followed her for some time, and it seemed that Brenda was slated for a promotion with a new employer.
“You’re so beautiful,” cooed the fiery-eyed doll whose infatuation with Regina was all too apparent. “The Masters will be here soon. I can feel them. They want you to claim me. I want to become yours.” The excitement in her voice was palpable.
“Stop…” Regina said timidly. She didn’t feel like herself. The lights were coming on, and there seemed to be nowhere to run. Doubt and defeat were rife within her. She managed to reach for the doll’s hand on her cheek and push it down to her waist. The marionette only took this as a cue to hold Regina by the hip.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you all like this? Why won’t you let me go in peace?” Regina pleaded. She had been in dangerous settings before, but nothing like this.
The enslaved woman’s smile lessened, but only to take on a cognizant expression that chilled Regina to the bone. “Because this is what we want. This is what should be. Soon, you will understand. Soon, I will be yours.” The doll’s voice was tranquil and absolute.
Regina looked askance. Words failed her. She peered to the side as the facility lights were now activated in full splendor. The heavy door was opening and several inky-fleshed men, completely shrouded in Marionetics’ rubbery membrane were gathered outside, blocking the exit. Regina’s vision was still adjusting to the lucent change of scenery, but she caught her breath, regained her poise, and saw her opportunity. The faceless men began their advance, and Regina broke the hold of the sensual doll woman, making a desperate and dextrous sprint. She was still lubricated from the spray and being brushed by the wall’s tentacles; she used her slick coating to her advantage in escaping the grasping appendages. The men extended their arms and turned their attention to the recalcitrant Regina. Julie and her uniformed keeper watched with awe as the journalist nimbly navigated a path through the coterie of Masters. She was grappled briefly, but her impetus for escape was not so easily undone. Even the Masters’ mental urgings did not seem to weaken her resolve. Adrenaline was a potent boon. Regina had slipped through their defenses and was approaching a huge pair of doors, which were slowly closing. The area beyond looked white from her temporary vision impairment. She had plenty of time to make a beeline for the exit, but…
Bizarre, unnamable feelings wormed their way into Regina’s thoughts. It was her turn for time to slow down in a dramatic fashion. She looked back for a moment at the sleek, robust latex men that she narrowly evaded. How long had it been since she even had a chance to enjoy tender intimacy with a man? She had taken on so many responsibilities in her work - the onus of showing the world the ugly truths that inexorably made Regina’s world seem uglier as she delved deeper into the human condition. Even this synthetically elegant facility, filled with functional beauty and unity the likes of which she had never seen before seemed foul to her. The advanced, cutting edge technology and genius that surely went into creating this place and performing its functions eluded Regina’s appreciation. Her friends were few, and lovers even fewer. She held in her pocket the means to expose Marionetics and stir a public outrage, but she also had the option to simply give in to them. It’s true: she did not know how it felt to belong to Marionetics, and she was far too intelligent not to wonder and ask “what if?” All it would take is to lay hands upon that handsome, chiseled body of one of those men, and melt into his arms, safely and peacefully. It would be so easy to let down her burdens, virtues, and journalistic encumbrance and finally...conform.
Regina wailed furiously aloud as she purged these thoughts from her mind and resumed her flight. The Masters did not catch her, and she would continue being herself: the all too human Regina. The Marionetics membrane skin sample and digital evidence of her experience would be revealed to the outside world. Her iron will stymied the designs of Marionetics for the time being, and she had her victory, such as it was. As promised, she would never forget Julie.
The crimson woman was petting Julie on her naked back. “Well, that was lovely. You did very well, latex doll Julie.” Her words were already making Julie feel rewarded. The superior woman pressed a few keys in sequence on the door console, opening the passage fully. Kelly and Brenda were sweetly writhing in their rubberized torpors, and the rubber dolls were waiting patiently, regarding the woman with reverence and deference.
“Mistress?” Julie hesitantly spoke up with curiosity, unsure if that was the correct address to be using.
“Yes, darling?” the woman replied in her airy alto, welcoming Julie’s inquiries. She seemed content with the ‘mistress’ title for now.
“I’m sorry that Regina got away,” Julie swallowed nervously, “and that she took my...uniform. She even has video footage of all this,” she said contritely. “I should have done better.”
The imposing woman made a casual sound that was the universally recognized communique of ‘not to worry, these things happen, nobody’s perfect, and so forth,’ as she finished whatever she was doing on the console and turned her attention back to the Julie, looking at her collar. It had a garnet in the center.
“Am I going to be punished? I want to be rubberized again. Please. I don’t care if I can’t think anymore.” Julie was desperate to be given some kind of closure.
The high ranking lady fixed Julie with her striking hazel eyes. “You will always be Marionetics property, Julie. You have proven that today, and you will have your wish. Regina...was that her name? We will handle her. She is bound to us now more than she realizes.”
“But what about the public? If people knew, I don’t think they would understand. They might--” Julie’s fears were allayed by a silencing latex finger laid perpendicular on her lips.
“I think we have the kind of PR to placate the masses,” the woman turned towards Brenda, still enjoying the device imbedded in her mouth. “And if that fails,” she paused, remembering herself with a chuckle at the dark secrets she nearly blurted out, “well, I’ve said enough. Come, Julie. You have done your duty and earned your reward. Are you ready for what comes next?”
“Yes,” Julie smiled her signature smile, “I am ready, Mistress.”
“Good girl. We have new uses for you after you’re all processed and polished.” The one Julie called ‘Mistress’ guided her to the throng of rubber tendrils that Regina had managed to avoid. They were due for a fresh prisoner, and Julie settled neatly into their cool, balmy recesses. It felt like she was once more being stroked and tenderly seized by myriad hands of the Masters. Indeed, perhaps she was, in a sense. Not all of them necessarily took humanoid form, after all, the strange fellows. Fatigue and respite came over Julie, and as the rubber tightened around her, she fell into darkness and dreams, wafting in memories of her initial transformation.
(End of Part 3)
Julie woke to the wet rustling of rubber hands caressing a gleaming rubber body. She was seated upon a cozy, latex-upholstered chair, and someone was polishing her. She looked up to see a head covered in blue and black rubber with a translucent panel revealing a familiar face. Brenda smiled delightfully as she worked to prepare Julie to look her shiniest and prettiest. She was dressed in a sapphire-hued business suit with a ruffled blouse and straight pencil skirt to match. It was like the colors of the ocean, cascading in waves of black, blue, and reflections of light. She was mesmerizing; the colors were very becoming on her. She wore a black rubber collar with a peculiar azure gem set in the middle.
“Good morning, Julie!” she greeted brightly. “I’m nearly ready for you.”
“Mmm,” was all Julie could manage as she gathered her senses. She felt far better than she did the last time she woke up to Brenda’s voice. She wondered if Brenda intended to have some play time with Julie. Women weren’t typically her preference, but she had enjoyed sensual female encounters before her capture, and figured she at least owed Brenda some intimate companionship for all her compassion. If she wanted it, of course. She did look especially attractive in her outfit. Come to think of it, the rubberized newscaster appeared somehow younger. Brenda finished setting up some equipment that Julie could not see at the time. “Kelly, activate,” she said and smirked, enjoying her newly found confidence in issuing commands. Of course, she enjoyed showing professional manners as befitting a newswoman of her stature. “If you’d be so kind.” A sleek, mechanical signal could be heard coming from a source that stood in between Brenda and Julie.
Julie opened her eyes. It felt euphoric to be gazing through the transparent rubber veil once again. Feeling it against her face, reminding her of what she truly was: Julie the latex doll, the model employee of Marionetics. She looked to her side and saw a central figure clad entirely in black latex skin, much like the mindless marionettes used for service and maintenance. This one, however, wore a distinctive headset that seemed to serve as a video capturing device. Her arms were bound in a supple, rubberized dress that moved dynamically alongside the human body trapped within its confines with remarkable tensile strength and versatility. Kelly had become a camera-woman in a more literal sense, and Julie smiled at the lens projecting from the silent, watching doll. This outcome was pleasing to her in so many ways, and her arousal was only just beginning. She glanced to the other side to see a handful of other marionettes outfitted like Kelly, set to capture different angles. Julie eagerly wondered what was happening to warrant such attentions.
Brenda sat down upon a shiny chair identical to Julie’s. She consulted an electronic tablet to review some talking points, and then looked up, smiling cordially at Julie, who was now returning the congenial beam and staring with rapt attention. Roving hands beneath the surface of the seats moved sensually, making their way to each woman. They were a living part of the furniture, it seemed; another innovative use of abducted humans brought to us by Marionetics. Julie's legs parted as a hand reached inwards. Brenda's furnished paramour slid a hand into her skirt. Both women sighed as they gyrated slowly forward to immerse the fingers of what appeared to be glossy marionettes that had been merged with the chairs. It was an auspicious start to the promotional interview of a model employee.
“Hello, Julie. I would like to talk with you about Marionetics. Tell me everything that you enjoy about being a rubber doll.”