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Sunday, 17 May 2009

DD&K Fetish Fiction: Metamorphosis

"Today is the day of your metamorphosis. Today you cease to be human, and become drones. Faceless, nameless and devoid of free will. You will live and work for the Hive, and for nothing else."

The Queen stands in front of us, her red vinyl skirt brushing the floor, and I feel sick. I'm trembling, but not with the cold. Every fibre in my body is telling me to just turn around and walk away... but I can't. Not yet. I have to find out.... There are six of us waiting for this transformation. We are all dressed identically in white shifts. Four of us are female, and we are all silent in front of our Queen. She is dressed in the same black, shiny bodysuit worn by all members of the Hive, but hers has been elaborately decorated with red PVC, its glossy folds standing out in sharp contrast to the darkness. She stops in front of me, and raises a black clad hand to my hair. Twisting a few limp strands around her rubberized fingers, she speaks. "Your bodies will be prepared for the transformation by specialized drones. The metamorphosis is quite painless, but some of you may feel some discomfort. However, we have been scrutinizing you for some time, and we feel that you are all suitable candidates." As I have been listening to her, I have been drifting away, intoxicated by the smell of her clothes and perfume, and by the sound of her voice. I open my eyes, and stop myself from toppling forwards.

The Queen signals to a drone who presses a button on the control panel next to him. "Take a good look at yourself, for it will be the last time you see your own face for quite a while." A long mirror drops from the ceiling of the assembly hall. I stare at my straight, chestnut hair falling about my shoulders, my voluptuous (or fat, if you prefer) body unable to hide under the shapeless robe. My eyes lock onto my face, remembering every detail, the outward indication of who I am - the person I'm beginning to despise. None too soon, the mirror is raised.

The Queen claps her latexed hands and we are all led away in separate directions. Two drones firmly take hold of my arms, ensuring that there is no escape. I feel like I want to struggle, to run away, to stop this bizarre transformation, but I'm far too curious for that. I've been promised so much more than what I had before. I study the drones that escort me. Their identical masked heads intrigue me, with their bulbous eyes and concertina snouts. Only the number embossed on each shoulder identifies each drone. One of them, who I think is female (due to certain curves) steers me along the corridor with one hand on my bum. I open my mouth to try to object, but no words come. The feel of her rubberized hand feels good to me, even through the cotton robe. I can't control the shiver of excitement that bursts from the pit of my stomach all the way up my spine.

A door slides open in front of me, and I am confronted with a room that looks like a cross between a doctor's surgery and a torture chamber. The walls are white, illuminated by concealed lighting. In one corner, a large cylindrical tank glows with a greenish liquid. Above it a metal cage swings from a chain, ready to descend into the tank. As I gaze about, my heart thumps, and I know that all this equipment is solely for me. I swallow dryly, and feel my knees begin to quiver. What the hell are you doing, you stupid cow? I close my eyes and hope this is all some dream, but the room is still there when I open them.

Suddenly, the drones remove my robe. They undo the clasp at my neck, and the garment falls to the floor, leaving me naked. I squeal, and move to conceal my body, one hand defensively covering my full breasts, the other down between my thighs. I turn around, foolishly looking for something to cover myself, but I can't see anything. Eventually, my initial shyness fades, and I let my hands drop leaving my shoulders hunched in defence. I start to shiver, but not from the cold. The thought of the transformation to which I have allowed myself to be subjected is incredibly... arousing. The touch of the drones' hands is even more stimulating. Their gloved hands brush ever so lightly against my skin, generating electricity. A warm, damp feeling emerges from my womb, and a hard ball of excitement forms deep inside me.

The female drone leads me up a set of steps to the raised cage, while the other adjusts some controls on the side of the tank. The drone pushes me into the cage, and fixes a pair of clamps around my heels, anchoring me to the metal floor. When these are securely fastened, the drone raises my hands and clamps them to the frame, each wrist fastened about six inches either side of my head. I want to cry out, "No! Stop! I've changed my mind!" but no sound comes out. A wave of terror rushes through me, followed immediately by a sweep of intense ecstasy that overrides the first sensation and ends up between my legs. My pussy starts to lubricate copiously now, my clitoris throbs, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I can't believe the mixture of feelings deep within me. Half of me wants to be encased in anonymous, sensual latex, to stop being Annie Short to become a drone. The other half is telling me to just get the fuck out of here.... The first part of me is winning - but only just....

I fight to control my breathing, as the drone attaches a black rubber mask to my face, pushing a hollow dildo gag deep into my mouth, and ensuring that the clear lenses fit only over my eyes, leaving my eyebrows free. The dildo fills up my mouth, and my tongue automatically starts to caress it, tasting its pungent mass. A breathing tube stretches from the mask all the way to the ceiling. With a sucking noise, the visor seals itself to my face. I force myself to take deep breaths through the rubbery dildo in my mouth, trying to calm myself down.

The drone makes a few final checks on the mask and my restraints, and closes the cage. I watch her go through the distorting lenses, and see her walk over to the control panel. After a few wordless gestures to her fellow, she presses a button, and the cage starts to drop.

I brace myself, not knowing whether the liquid will be hot or cold, but knowing that I cannot escape it. The fluid engulfs the cage floor, touching my toes. I relax slightly, finding the temperature to be slightly higher than that of my body. The liquid creeps up my legs, its warm thickness swirling over my skin. Mmm, that feels incredible.... It moves up to my thighs, over and around my oozing pussy, up over my curved belly. I jump slightly as the solution first touches my breasts, and my nipples harden instantly. I need to touch them, to feel their stiffness in my fingers, but my restraints deny me that simple pleasure. It's torture - pure, gorgeous torture!

I automatically hold my breath as the platform lowers enough to immerse my head, and it takes me a moment to remember I can breathe perfectly through the mask. Eventually the movement stops, and I am totally immersed in the fluid, my long hair drifting in the solution like a halo. I feel a tingling sensation on my skin, especially on my head, and between my legs. I know that there is no way out now, even if I wanted such an escape. The tingling becomes intense, but incredibly pleasurable. I feel a concentrated sensation in my pussy, as if I am being stroked by a dozen lovers. Oh my God! I'm going to come! The orgasm shoots through my body, making my back arch as I try to break the restraints. The thick liquid swishes around my body as I shake the frame. My breath comes in gasps, as I try to suck oxygen through the dildo.

As I sag against my bonds, recovering from the climax, the cage starts to rise, lifting me out of the liquid. The thick fluid runs down my body in rivers, draining away through the cage floor. The cold air hits my body and makes me shiver. When the cage is secured in its former position, the female drone advances towards me with a rough black towel. Freeing my wrists from the frame, she starts to rub the towel over my body. As she rubs my wet hair, I feel it detach from my head, and fall in a fibrous mass around my feet. Suddenly, the implications of the immersion strike me like a hammer. Oh God, what's happened to all my hair? It's bloody well falling out! The part of me that wants to run nearly takes over now. I feel more naked that I have ever done before. These, these "creatures" have no right to do this to me! How dare they take my hair? A squeal escapes from my lips, muted by the thick rubber gag. The drone stares eyelessly into the visor of my mask and continues with the towel, removing all traces of fluid and hair from my body. My head feels strange, cold. The rough fabric grates against my pussy, taking the last of my pubic hair with it. I thrust against the towel, feeling the material rasp against my hairless pussy lips and clitoris. In spite of myself, I start to lubricate again.

Just before I am released from the ankle restraints, the mask is detached from my face. A rush of air blasts under the rim, freeing my face with a sucking noise. The drone pulls the mask free, and the saliva soaked dildo emerges from my lips with a plop. I gasp, drawing in cool, refreshing air. As I recover, my ankles are freed, and I am led down the metal steps. The male drone moves away to a door in the side of the room, and returns with a quantity of black material. The light catches the fabric of my new suit, making it shine and glisten in his hands like a pool of black oil. My heart skips a beat and my indignation at the loss of my hair is forgotten.

The female drone stands on a stud in the floor, and a work table moves out from a wall. The suit is spread out on the surface of the bench, roughly into the shape of a human figure. The head is bulkier than the rest of the suit, a mass of tubes and lenses, and won't lie flat. I watch the proceedings, transfixed by the actions of the two drones, as they prepare my new skin. A scent of fresh latex fills the room. I inhale deeply, remembering my past exploits....

A tub of colourless gel is produced from a cupboard in the work table. Looks just like KY...! Scooping out handfuls of the substance, they set to work on the suit, lubricating and smearing it all over the inside of the suit. A thick layer is applied to the inside of each arm and leg of the outfit, making the suit stick to itself. The male drone smears the gel on the inside of the moulded helmet, making sure that he doesn't contaminate the lenses or mouthparts.

At long last, the lid is replaced on the tub. The female drone moves towards me, takes my hand in hers and leads me towards the bench. The suit is removed from the bench, and I sit down on the cold marble surface. Lying still, my feet are guided through the large opening at the back of the suit. The outfit is pulled over my feet, and up my legs. The gel is cool, and it oozes between my toes. The feeling is amazing. The gel has the same texture as KY, and the suit glides effortlessly over my naked skin. A tremor races through my body, its epicentre deep in my pussy. With a moist squelch, my feet are pushed into the attached shoe of the suit. The glorious, black, latex-like material encases my feet, my calves and now my thighs. The blackness wraps itself around my body, shining brilliantly. I'm so lucky. Who else gets treatment like this? Certainly no one else I know... I smile with all the thoughts that race through my head.

The drones take my hands and raise me to my feet. I slide around inside the gel-filled latex, trying to balance. I laugh as I nearly fall over, but four rubber hands are there to steady me, and it's not funny any more.... As I stand, the suit is pulled up over my lower body. A reinforced slit at the front of the suit frames my hairless, oozing pussy, and moisture starts to dribble over the latex, a mixture of gel and bodily fluids. Oops, I'm making a bit of a mess!

The drones bend me over, pushing my hands and arms down into the sleeves of the suit. For an instant, my thumb gets caught up, but it is quickly released. As my fingers slot into the gloves, the female drone pushes the lubricated tube that nestles near my anus deep inside me. I gasp with the shock of such an intrusion, the drones hard finger inside my arse. However, the invasion is quickly over, leaving me with a small tube of latex clinging to the sphincter, and a craving in my bum.
My heart starts to thump as the metamorphosis overtakes me. While bending over, my head is pushed into the narrow opening to the mask. The rubberized material squeaks and snaps as my bald head is squeezed into the tight sheath. Hold on a minute - I can't see! What's the hell's going on? My breathing rapidly increases, and I realise that I am whimpering.

Inside my dark prison, I feel the drones mould the mask to my face. The latex slides frictionlessly over my skin. The long, proboscis-like tube that hangs from the mask is placed over my nose, permitting me to breathe. A thick, bullet-shaped gag rudely pushes its way into my mouth. It is smaller than the one in the tank, and more flexible. There is a small hole in the end, which I explore with my tongue, but no matter how hard I suck, I cannot get any air through it. The air I breathe through my nose is sweet smelling, a pungent mixture of latex and vanilla. I start to feel comfortable with my sensory depravation, almost as if I've been returned to my mother's womb. What would she say if she could see me now?

I feel a tugging behind me, and I realise that the suit is being closed up. The folds of material come together, and I feel heat and pressure all the way up my spine as the suit is sealed. I am surprised to feel that the suit isn't as tight as it seems on the other drones, but I cannot voice my concern to anyone. The material starts to draw across my chest, and my breathing once more quickens, leaving me light headed. Concentrate, girl! Breathe through your nose!

The drones lead me to a different part of the room. It is a deeply arousing sensation to feel the suit touch every part of my body, to feel the gel slide over my naked, hairless skin. I feel like I'm on the verge of yet another orgasm, every nerve ending alive and tingling. Damn, it feels good! I am directed to stand on a raised step, and can faintly hear a rustling around me. Through the suit I can barely perceive a red glow, and suddenly I start to feel warmer.

As the heat increases, I feel a strange sensation wash over my body. With the heat the latex-like fabric becomes tighter and tighter, constricting my limbs, my chest, my head. The suit travels over my skin as it shrinks and bonds. My breasts are simultaneously cupped and squashed, the latex clinging to my nipples, pinching and rubbing them. My stomach is raised and squashed, as the suit constricts as much as it can.

The thin tube that was unceremoniously fed up inside my arse starts to contract, bonding itself to the puckered flesh of my anus, coating the tight sphincter with a layer of thin latex. The suit bonds itself to the outer lips of my pussy, pulling the labia slightly apart, exposing the wetness beneath. The suit contracts further, moulding itself to every curve of my body, up into my armpits, into the crease of my buttocks, tightening itself over my face, thrusting the gag deep into my mouth. My hands fall to my wet pussy and seek out my clitoris. I massage the hard, wet, fleshy nub with my rubbery fingers, adding to the ecstasy. Oh my God - that feels incredible! The total effect on my body is staggering. All thoughts of escape fly from my mind, and I surrender to the submissive, rubber-loving part of my ego. I brace myself and come with a force that I have never experienced before. Huge spasms rack my body, and I fight for breath within the mask. Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God! I bite down hard on the gag, and scream inside my latex confines, raising up my black hands to my face, to try and stop the intense pleasure, but not wanting to. I sink to my knees, sobbing inside the mask, my whole body trembling with exhaustion. I barely notice the heat dying away, the red glow disappearing.

The drones come over, pick me up and sit me down, where I fight to regain my self-control. After a few minutes, they stand me up and make me step into a new item of clothing. As the tight garment is pulled up to my crotch, I discover that it is a pair of latex briefs, fitted with a thick dildo. The phallus seems to be lubricated (not that my pussy needs it...) and I jump slightly as the intruder slips easily into my wet, gaping pussy. I try to relax, adjusting myself to my new companion.

After a minute, I am led away from the site of my metamorphosis to a different room. Suddenly light invades my world, and I can see. Blinking against the brightness, I am confronted by the sight of a drone, its ebony skin shining in the light. Twin lenses stare at me, a breathing tube hanging down from its face like an insect's proboscis. Something familiar strikes me about the drone, even in the middle of its bizarreness. I step forward, and the drone steps towards me. Suddenly, I notice the insignia on its shoulder, a red ant in a circle, and the reversed numbers underneath. Looking down, I see the numbers on my own shoulder, this time the right way around. I cry out with the realization, but my cry is muffled.

I am no longer human.

I am a drone.

© Deep Down & Kinky, 2009

Labels: Fetish Fiction, rubber/latex

DD&K Fetish Fiction: Metamorphosis posted @ 5:58 PM

DD&K Fetish Fiction

So I've decided that what you loyal DD&Kers need is something original.... And as I can't draw anymore, can't find anyone willing to dress up and let me take kinky photos of them (well, let me publish them ont'web, anyway), don't really want to inflict pictures of me in latex on you all... So that leaves me with the only creative thing I'm halfway decent at... writing!

And so, in the next post, I present you with the first DD&K Fetish Fiction short story!

I wrote this over ten years ago, and sent it in to a Marquis readers' competition. It came sixth (or eighth, I can't remember now), but I don't think it was ever published. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it - let me know, and I'll dig out some more...

Labels: Fetish Fiction, Site News

DD&K Fetish Fiction posted @ 5:21 PM