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"This is gonna take some getting used to." Detective Vivian inspected the new clothes she was supposed to use: a really short leather dress, a black corset and eighteen inches heels. For someone that regularly used jeans and plain shirts that get up was positively exuberant.

"Don't forget the whip." Laura remembered, as she wasn't the one that would need to dress up as a dominatrix for the job she was having a lot of fun with the situation.

"Can't we just bug them?" Vivian asked as she noticed the dress was open on the back.

"No can do, they have top-notch isolation on the underground levels." Laura replied, it wasn't the first time and she knew that wouldn't the last time she would need to answer that question.

Vivian sighed, sometimes being an officer could be really weird. She had already spent time undercover as a whore or drug dealer before, but she had honestly never thought that she would need to go undercover in a fetish club! Why couldn't those assholes make their drugs transactions on the cheap taco store as everyone else?

Donning the weird clothes was only the first step in the transformation, after that came the makeup and soon she barely could recognize herself in the mirror.

"Don't forget the ring," Laura pointed the engagement ring in Vivian's hand.

Vivian slipped her ring in a small plastic bag for protection, this was always the worst part of any undercover job, after wearing the ring for almost two years now she felt almost naked without it and the fact that her butt was exposed didn't help either.

Vivian looked herself in the mirror, even though at five foot eleven she wasn't exactly short, but now on those heels and those clothes she felt like a giant, it was more than simple height, she felt powerful.

She walked in front of the mirror, practicing her walk and her gests, making sure they would be hard and precise. She had to admit that on the positive side the corset was doing wonders for her normally almost flat chest. She also had loved her hair, normally the work obliged her to keep it in a bun or braided, but now she could let it free.

"You look amazing," Laura complimented. "I still can't believe you can walk on those heels."

"It's not so hard after a while, I had to walk on worse things when I was in college." Vivian commented offhanded as she practiced moving around, feeling the tight corset and the warm hug of the leather on her skin.

Being so exposed and at the same time in charge made for an alluring combination.

"In College?" Laura asked curiously, "You don't seem the type of girl that would wear these kind of things."

"I worked part-time as a model," Vivian answered as she tested the limits of her mobility in those clothes, it wouldn't do for chase or even a brawl, but then she shouldn't expect any of those.

"Really? That seems really cool! I didn't had your luck, I was one of those ugly ducklings when I was in college." Laura said, she knew that Vivian was a very attractive woman when dressed and made up, she possessed a rather cool and aloof self-sufficiency that most men found irritating, particularly so since she could gaze into their eyes with a teasing boldness.

She took the whip in her hands, felling its weight and the balance of the object, she hadn't had the time to practice, but she hoped there wouldn't really be needed for her to use it.

"Ready for it?" Laura asked as she gave a last inspection to the clothes.

"Never," Vivian replied with a nervous chuckle.

The club "Rubber Venus" was a pit of decadence and deviance right in the middle of the wealthiest district in town, what seemed to be a regular nightclub nested amongst so many others was in fact a modern bordello that catered to the most exotic and outright weird tastes of their wealthy clientele. Vivian knew this kind of person very well, those with money enough that life seemed too simple, too boring for them. They crowded places like that, craving for a simple moment of depravity and degradation in their perfect and sterile lives.

Vivian practically marched inside, looking to the people in line with subtle disgust that would fit her disguise, for her those shouldn't be people, but servants, slaves that she would allow the great gift of licking her boots. If they deserved, of course.

She walked in without problem, any quick search would reveal her only as Scarlet, a really exclusive professional dominatrix that was visiting the united states, touring the best fetish clubs in the country.

She walked in with all the confidence of someone that should be there, it was the greatest trick for any lie or disguise, she needed to be able to fool herself, forget her old self and allow the disguise to assume control. She loved these moments, the trill of being another person, of being a predator slowly encroaching on a unsuspecting prey.

The club hit her with light and hard music, nothing she hadn't expected. What she really didn't expect was the girls on stage, she had seen her fair share of strippers clubs in the years, but here the girls weren't simply dancing and definitely weren't stripping. All the girls moved around in glossy black rubber suits that covered them almost completely, the only signal that those were humans and not sex dolls were their exposed mouths.

The girls were displayed in several ways all around her, some tied to complex modern looking devices, and others in what looked like medieval torture apparatus.

Soft music poured over the place that did almost nothing to silence the moans of the girls, Vivian did her best to keep walking through the rows of bound girls as if everything was absolutely normal and casual.

She made her way through the room and into the VIP lounge.

She found Madame Rose at a table with two men. The men weren't important, probably legit clients of the club, but the Madame was the probable ring leader. They had be able to track her to several kidnappings and even drug trafficking, but before they could lock her up they needed to discover where she was taking the missing girls.

"Madame Rose?" Vivian asked, letting only a hint of admiration on her voice.

"Yes, my dear, but you seem to have caught me at disadvantage." The dominatrix spoke with a husky, languid voice.

"Scarlet," Vivian offered her hand and, to her surprise, Rose took it and kissed it softly.

"I must be honest, dear, never heard of you."

"I'm not one to enjoy the spotlights, but I heard so much about this little place of yours that I simply needed to come and see it for myself," Vivian replied with a hint of boredom and disappointment.

"You could sit with us for a drink? I was just discussing with those two gentleman my ideas for expansions." Madame Rose replied, her profile tagged her as a narcissist.

Vivian ordered a vodka to herself and begun to talk with them as if she knew what she was talking about. Soon they were sharing stories and drinking.

"So, what did you thought of the club?" One of the men asked.

"It's really... quaint," Vivian spoke with a hint of disappointment. She could saw the anger boiling just under the surface in Rose. "I was expecting something more... intense."

"You want intense? Let me show you what really is intense!" Rose spoke groggy. "Come with me, I'll give you the most intense experience in your entire life!"

Rose practically dragged Vivian downstairs, through a heavy steel door and into the lower levels.

Rose opened a door and Vivian saw insanity. The interior was a mix between Dr. Frankenstein and Marques de Sade, strange metal apparatus suspended four girls, pumps on their breasts milked them constantly and their moans filled the room. It took her a moment to notice that their milk was a silk murky fluid instead of white. She saw their milk being run through several cables and into glassware that was being manipulated by two girls wearing the same rubber suits, the only difference was that these one wore some kind of heavy gas masks.

"Hey, girl, turn this one into a fucktoy." Rose ordered and closed the door behind Vivian.

Vivian looked in astonishment as the girl move with an almost mechanical way, her every move was short and precise. Any trace of her humanity completely lost behind the gas mask that covered her face. The girl took a long syringe from an aluminum tray, without hesitation she filled with the strange dark milk and came toward her.

"What are you doing?" Vivian said. "Stop!" she screamed.

The girl approached unfazed, the syringe raised.

"I don't want to hurt you!" Vivian tried as the girl brought that dangerous needle toward her.

She didn't stop. Vivian punched her.

Vivian stroke precisely against her neck, she was a smarter fighter, she hit with deadly precision. So when the girl didn't even flinch as Vivian hit her trachea with all the strength she could muster she knew something was wrong.

The girl stroke with her needle, a single straight jab directed to Vivian's belly, but the detective managed to deflect it using the whip's handle. The gas-mask girl looked outright disappointed.

Before she could try again Vivian used the whip to constrain her, tying both of her hands and her feet together. She really wanted to have her cuffs, but the whip would have to do for now.

She tried to reach the girls locked in the weird apparatus, but they were above her reach and so she had to be content simply with taking off the pumps and hopping she could comeback with reinforcements soon enough to rescue those poor souls.

She deftly picked the door lock and as sly as she could be on those heels she walked looking for the exit. She was surrounded by grunts, moans, squeals, and ecstatic cries that filtered from behind the closed doors. They now gave her a chill on her spine as she kept picturing the kinds of horrors that were being infringed on those poor girls.

She saw a crack of light on the other extremity of the corridor. Quickly she threw herself against the closest door.

The room was an ascetic white, there was no girls or any of the weird apparatus here. The only furniture in the room was a white table over which rested a big glass cylinder. Inside it there was what at first appeared to be more of the glossy black goo that was being milked from those girls, but the more Vivian looked at it the more she begun to catch on slight differences. This sample seemed much more dense and was almost shining, it was a perfect black.

She felt tempted to touch it, to feel the texture.

The door was kicked open. Madame Rose walked in.

"You hurt my little pet!" She accused and pounced with astonishing agility for someone in such outfit.

Vivian tried to dodge, but the dominatrix hit her like a sledgehammer. Threw her back and over the table. She felt the glass breaking on her back, ripping through her leather clothes and her corset. She felt the glass slashing her skin.

Vivian stroke back with all her force, kicking and punching with deadly precision, but it was almost like hitting a stone wall.

Madame Rose raised her hands and to Vivian bewilderment there were sharp claws sprouting from the tip of her fingers.

Vivian managed to block the strike with her forearm and was sure it would hurt by the morning, she used her legs to push the dominatrix away.

Without having time to take a breath she jumped up and run from there, wishing that this stupid clothes had a pocket for her gun.

She could hear the clackety clack of the dominatrix hot on her tail just as she rose the small stairs and emerged on the nightclub. She run amidst the people on the lower floors and as one of the security tried to enter in her way she didn't hesitate to strike him on the throat with her open hand, enough to take him out of action for a few minutes.

She ran amidst the cold night, catching the eyes of everyone around. She quickly dialed for reinforcements, happy that it would all be over soon.

DAY 1

Vivian was hurting all over, she basically crawled out of the bed and took a quick breakfast of cereals and painkillers, taking care to not move her left arm too much. Besides the several contusions and bruises her biggest wound was the slash on her back, it wasn't anything really dangerous, but for the next week she was expected to feel it whenever she tried to use her left arm.

At least she hadn't almost died for nothing. The club had been raided in the same night, they had managed to apprehend several people that could be accomplices, the Madame herself showed to be a tough bitch, but they eventually managed to take her down with some tasers. They had her completely locked, but she was still out.

The best part probably was the rescue of thirty girls that had been locked in the club's basement, that strange scientist had also been recovered and now all of them were under the care of a team of psychiatrists and doctors. She knew very well the traumas that could come from the kind of horror they endured, but she hoped they would eventually get better.

Felling the delicious numbness brought on by the painkillers she felt good enough to try and have a quick walk, maybe catch lunch in one of the local restaurants. She certainly felt like she could skip her diet today.

But first, a good shower.

The hot water washed away all the worries and even helped with the lingering pain. For now she would focus on the good things and try to forget the horror that had transpired on that demented place.

Sarah back at the laboratory had begun to conduct tests on that strange drug they had found, the black milk, but still they hadn't been able to identify it. One thing was certain, this was something completely new on the streets.

She dried herself slowly as to not force her wounded back; the warm day was a blessing in her current state.

Naked she walked to her room, living alone had its advantages.

Her eyes were cerulean blue and her hair a shiny chestnut, with a few locks that seemed always insistent on covering her left eye. Her lips spread in a soft smile that revealed even white teeth. She had a slim built, a flat chest that almost gave her a boyish look.

Her eyes stopped on her backs, reflected on the mirror was a strange black mark just over her wound.

Cautiously she tried to rub it off, thinking that somehow she had stained herself with something on the chase.

There was a ripping sound as the towel tore.

To her horror, Vivian saw the cloth quickly being consumed by the strange black substance. As soon as it devoured the strip of cloth she saw it increasing in size right in front of her eyes, expanding over her back, soon reaching her bandages and quickly absorbing them before she could rip them out.

She couldn't understand what was happening, but knew that she needed to stop the thing from growing even more. She needed to call the laboratory, maybe Sarah already knew what was happening!

She tried to move toward the phone, but a tickling sensation from her back denounced the movement of the thing, every place it touched tingled like a weak electric shock and became strangely smooth, as if recently waxed.

It oozed from her back and in the direction of her crotch, spreading dark tendrils. She saw in mute panic as the substance spread over her skin. Before she could reach for the phone it had already covered the entirety of her crotch, butt, the upper part of her tights in what looked like some kind of really tight and glossy sport shorts.

It touched her tender and warm flesh. Little shocks of pleasure washed her body as it reached down until the silky black goo had completely covered her vulva, sealing it over with mirror-finish-smooth blackness. She tried to press a finger into herself, but her lips were completely coated in what appeared to be a thick film of rubber, stuck close.

The black goo had left her skin exquisitely suave and soft. The creature had dissolved and absorbed all of her pubic hair. Not even a trace of stubble or goose bumps remained.

Every step she gave brought the strange feeling of the creature forcing itself inside her, its warm and smooth surface slowly penetrating both of her holes at once, sending prickles of pleasure through her whole body.

With great effot she managed to grab the phone, she could feel her cheeks hot and uncontrollable moans escaped from her as the creature seemed intent on filling every inch of her holes.

Then it hit her like a speeding train.

She feel to her knees and screamed in unbound pleasure,

A thin, frantic, shameless moan echoed through her small apartment. The orgasm broke her. Silent screams of protest, of fear, ricocheted through her mind, but her body, her flesh, ignored every wailing demand, eager to allow that strange thing full control of her body.

It's long and smooth tendrils swept into her moist pussy, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of hers, so tempting, so soothing she was lost. Pleasure exploded throughout her body as she eagerly fought for control as she inhaled its strange scent, felt its long reaching tendrils caressing her as no lover ever had before. Feeding on her need, her hunger. It raged and raced through her system, slamming into her mind, stealing her will and leaving her weak and shaking in its embrace.

She collapsed to the floor completely exhausted.

Some hours later Laura would come knocking on the door, bringing a warm meal and a bottle of wine.

A creature that wasn't Vivian but wore her body would answer the door.

"What with the outfit?" Laura begun to ask, but was interrupted by the fast and unnatural movements of the creature that controlled Vivian, grabbing her in a tender embrace, pressing their bodies together.

Now completely covered in what appeared to be a glossy latex full bodysuit the creature controlled every move and action of Vivian, and right now seeing Laura in front of her she craved for some fun.

"What are you doing?" Laura asked, before she could do more than that, Vivian's lips suddenly covered hers.

Hard. Greed.

Her tongue pushed past her lips, determined and ravenous and spilling the most alluring hint of a strangely alluring flavor. That hint of taste captivated Laura, left her wanting more and had her lips closing around Vivian's tongue, some primal impulse demanding she draw on it, to pull more of that elusive taste into her senses. Moaning, clutching at her shoulders, Laura rejoiced in the desire, losing herself in it.

She should be struggling against it. She should be fighting this overwhelming need, and she couldn't, had no desire to stop it now that she was being consumed by Vivian's kiss. All she could do was hold on to her, embrace Vivian and relish in the fact that she was here now.

When her head jerked back, Vivian's lips pulling from Laura's, Laura could only stare up at her, dazed and uncertain. Blinking in shock at the abrupt withdrawal it took a moment to realize what had disturbed the chaotic hunger Vivian had unleashed on her. Dark tendrils spread through her body, a shivering line of liquid rubber connected their lips.

"What are you doing?" Laura whispered as she felt the dark substance seeping inside her.

"I can see that you always desired it, I can smell it on you from the moment I saw you. You were always there, always looking me with those hungry eyes, but you never had the courage to approach." The creature in control of Vivian spoke.

"I was afraid." Laura admitted, the tendrils now reached for her legs and her warm and moist mound. "I was too old, too ugly for you."

"My dear, I could made you ageless, a creature of infinite beauty and strength. You would never be afraid again."

"Please..." Laura spoke as tears came to her eyes; she could feel the tendrils inside her now, reaching for her brain. She could remember all their moments together, the longing looks, the secret desire, the lonely nights, and the wishful masturbation. Now it was all going to be over, she could hear the whispers promising her an existence unbound by human frailty or shame.

"Stop!" A voice inside Vivian screamed desperately, struggling against the bounds that locked her in place. "What are you doing?!" She demanded furiously, ripping the chains that kept her away.

There was confusion, disorder as the creature tried to understand what was happening. Precious moments that Vivian used to free herself, to assume control of her own body.

She tried to take out the film rubbery film that covered most of Laura's body, but it was impossible to get a good grip.

"Who are you?" She demanded angrily.

Vivian felt the confusion of the creature, the mere concept of identity seemed abominable, but it was learning quickly both from her brain and from Laura's.

"Cyphuls," the entity finally answered.

"What are you doing to her? How do I stop it?" Vivian commanded.

"She is being integrated on my hive, she is a new... Us"

Vivian could feel the cold and alien tone of the voice, the way it struggled to understand not only their language, but the way they saw reality.

Laura lunged for her in a languid kiss, her body completely covered in black glossy rubber.

Laura's hands latched on her upper arms. Between one second and the next her lips covered Vivian's, her tongue pushed between Vivian's lips as they parted in surprise. Those pouty, red lips were devouring hers. Laura's long tongue stroked inside her mouth as the taste of heated spice filled her senses.

Her kiss had a taste. The taste of a wild passion, filled with mystery, and hunger.

Vivian found herself melting against Laura. She shivered. That hard, silky body braced her weight as her hands cupped her rear and lifted her closer. Her head slanted, the kiss grew deeper, a hard howl rasping her throat as Vivian let her lips surround Laura's probing tongue, and she sought more of her taste. It was there, each time she caressed the tongue coiling with hers, urging her to consume more, to hold her closer, to devour this kiss.

And it frightened her. She felt her independence fighting beneath the claiming she could feel coming, screaming out in warning until she jerked back, struggled, stumbled from her grip as she stared back at Laura, panting from the desire suddenly tearing through her. She lifted her hand, touched her lips. Laura was now completely covered in the glossy substance, even her face was completely covered in it, the only remaining trace of humanity was her eager mouth, a long tongue that was dripping with liquid rubber escaped from her parted lips.

"You're mine." Cyphuls spoke. There was no sexy teasing in its voice, no flirty seductiveness.

As if moving on command, Laura spread Vivian's legs with both hands, lowering her head between her tights. Vivian saw the rubber changing shape, turning into her pussy once more.

Her pussy was bare, silken, and beautiful. Laura's head lowered in it, her eager tongue distending, and she swiped through the soft rubber, a rough growl leaving her throat as she found the swollen little nub of her clit and her soft, penurious cry filled the air. Laura licked through the slick juices, eagerly drinking them. Her lips opened, and she kissed the delicate folds of flesh, addicted to the taste of Vivian, devouring the passion that flowed from her. And Vivian loved it. Laura could feel the pleasure twisting, climbing through Vivian's body as she squirmed. Laura had to clamp her hands on Vivian's hips to hold her still.

Vivian had never known lust this hot, this wild. Laura thrust her tongue into the gripping, heated depths of Vivian's pussy and growled. An involuntary sound, wild and primitive, as she fought to slake her hunger for her lover's taste.

The scent of their arousal filled the small room. Vivian felt a hunger that she feared would never sated.

This creature had consumed her, become so much a part of her that she could no longer live without it. She was bond to it for life. Bound in ways she didn't want to escape.

"I want you!" Laura clawed at her butt as her tongue pumped into Vivian's eager pussy, driving her to the point of madness with the fabulous, incredible desire ripping through her. Laura wanted to touch her, wanted to give her the same pleasure she felt simply from being with her.

A small part of Vivian still felt this was wrong, that somehow, the creature had twisted the mind of her best friend, but she couldn't push herself away, and she couldn't help but moan, to plead for more of her devious tongue.

Vivian's eyes jerked open, stared down her body, meeting the glossy black rubber that covered her from the waist to the tights, she should hate it, but as Laura licked and suckled at the violently sensitive flesh she felt her thoughts melting away.

Waves of ecstasy building inside her began to crash in rapid succession. Her orgasm shattered, ruptured, blasted. It tore through her with a force that she was certain shattered her mind as she felt that rubbery tongue going deeper and deeper into her, touching her uterus. The tongue was swelling, moving inside her, stroking her.

The second orgasm shook her, stole her breath and her conscience. Her nails locked into Laura's back, her muscles trembled, shook, her lewd scream filled the air before she collapsed on the floor.

She had never known, never believed so much pleasure could exist. That the orgasm could race through her body and explode through every cell, every molecule of flesh.