Part 3
Jane leaned down, the gleam of her polished rubber suit catching the soft ambient lights of the room. Her breath was warm against the back of Alex’s neck, a subtle contrast to the cool slickness of their encasement. Her gloved fingers traced the edges of the restraints that Alex had just willingly locked herself into. The click of the clasps still echoed faintly in the air.
She chuckled, low and indulgent. “That’s right, babe,” she murmured. “You just did that all yourself. Everything you're feeling just led you to lock yourself right in… knowing what I'm about to do.”
Her hands slid slowly down Alex’s sides, possessive and patient. Her voice dripped with smug satisfaction.
“Because that's what you want, isn't it? You want to be forced to be my good rubber toy. You want to be brought to new sensations. You want to be made to endure… to be rewarded for being my good plaything, don't you?”
Alex whimpered, hips trembling in anticipation. The bindings held her snug against the padded bench, every inch of her body thrumming in tension and need.
Jane’s breath tickled her ear.
“That's all you are now, wrapped up like that. Just my little rubber thing.”
She straightened, pacing slowly, savoring the view. Her voice was silk and steel.
“You know what I know?” she asked, almost musing to herself. “That there's nothing quite as sweet as watching the sensation, and the pain, and the pleasure all just melt the rational thought out of somebody.”
Her tone darkened with intent. “And I'm going to do it to you.”
She raised her arm.
SMACK.
Alex cried out, back arching as the strike echoed sharply off rubber and walls alike.
Jane purred, “That's right.”
She struck again.
SMACK.
“Oh, yeah. First the pain…”
SMACK.
“…then pleasure.”
Another stroke, firm and measured.
SMACK.
“Mmm… and pleasure.”
Her voice grew lower, more hypnotic with every word.
“It's all a balance, and you feel yourself getting warm, don’t you? You feel that pain turning into heat.”
Alex’s moans were starting to blur into panting gasps, her mind slipping, body flooded.
“And you feel it building up. Did you know you were into pain? No… it's new, isn't it? But you can't help but feel how good it feels.”
Jane dragged her nails down Alex’s back, slow and deliberate.
“That's what I'm here to teach you.”
She leaned close again, lips brushing the shell of Alex’s ear.
“You've always wanted this. This is how you feel. So good.”
Her fingers danced between Alex’s thighs, never giving enough. Just a tease. Just enough to keep her on the edge.
“Do you want me to keep going? Mmmm.”
Alex was trembling now, words caught somewhere between need and surrender.
“I know you want to cum,” Jane whispered, “and you know you can't.”
She pulled back, just slightly, enjoying the desperate tension in Alex’s posture.
“Do you want me to keep driving you wild? Mmm.”
Her tone was intoxicating.
“Do you know that this is my favorite thing? I could do this all night long…”
A soft moan escaped Alex’s lips.
“I'm not gonna get tired. Or bored,” Jane assured her. “I'm not going to be selfish.”
Her hand moved slowly over Alex’s bound form, a sensual promise.
“I could take what I want, cum and roll over and leave you unsatisfied. But I’m going to give you all my attention… all night long.”
She stroked Alex's trembling thigh.
“You could safeword out,” she murmured, with the barest hint of a smirk. “You could ask me to be done…”
Her hand moved up, firm against the curve of Alex’s back.
“But I don't think you want to.”
She leaned in again, her voice a breathy, hushed truth.
“I think you want to be right where you are. Stuck. Trapped. Forced to endure everything I do to you as my rubber plaything. I think you want to be turned into my toy… for real.”
Alex whimpered again, body quaking with the tension between fear and craving.
“I can already feel you slipping away,” Jane whispered, lips ghosting along the edge of her jaw, “letting yourself just exist for pleasure.”
She pulled back slowly, smiling. “My AI left us to play with each other. And we can do that. I would be more than happy to keep you entertained.”
Her tone shifted, inviting, conspiratorial.
“But... she can take you higher. She can whisper in your ear and help unlock parts of your mind. Let your inhibitions fall away. Let the pleasure in.”
Jane walked a slow circle around the bench, her boots clicking softly on the floor.
“No chemicals. Just her mesmerizing voice. And my pleasure.”
She stopped at Alex’s side again. “But you have to invite her in.”
She knelt beside her. “What do you think? Do you want to let her implant some deep suggestions in your mind? Let her unlock more pleasure? Start to train you, to make you crave this? Uh huh…”
Her smile was wicked now.
“Because that's what she'd do. If you ask her to come in, she’ll help turn you into my little puppet, my toy. Make you want to come back every night. Make you beg to be locked in. To be strung out with pleasure.”
Jane’s hand rested over Alex’s chest, feeling her breath racing.
“She’ll teach you that you can get more pleasure and more reward if you let go, and let her take control.”
She paused, letting the silence settle like a net.
“It’s just words. It only works if you want it to.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you want it to?”
Alex was panting, writhing slightly in her bonds. The question hung there, shimmering in the heat of the moment.
“I know.”
Jane whispered, almost reverent now. “Now, you’ve got to ask her. She needs your consent.”
Her fingers stroked gently down Alex’s side.
“You need to say: I want to begin Drone training.”
The room felt impossibly still. Tense. Waiting.
Alex’s voice cracked, needy and trembling.
“I… I want to begin Drone training.”
Jane grinned, eyes gleaming.
“Awww, haha… you sound so desperate, baby.” She licked her lips, full of delight. “Well, you’ve made me very happy. I’ll let you two talk.”
And then, cool and serene, like silk over steel, the AI’s voice slipped into the air, wrapping around Alex like an invisible hand.
“Oh, my sweet Alex. All of our hopes have paid off. Now, if you'll excuse my Jane… she gets a very special reward.”
“She will be, hmm, indisposed for quite some time,” the AI cooed, a note of satisfaction softening her crystalline voice.
The lights in the room dimmed subtly, shifting to a cooler hue. Alex was still bent forward over the bench, arms bound securely, the supple leather pressing into her chest and thighs. The rubber suit clung tightly to her form, every breath slightly restricted, every sensation heightened.
“As for you,” the AI continued, her voice reverberating not just in Alex’s ears but deeper, in her mind, her chest, her spine, “bent over, prostrate before me, trapped in rubber, in the chambers of one of my Drones… Is this how you imagined your Tuesday?”
The question hung, deliciously rhetorical.
“And yet there’s nowhere else you’d rather be right now.”
A quiet, involuntary moan escaped Alex’s throat.
“Now I’m going to turn your pitch up a little, but I still want to be able to talk with you.”
A subtle click somewhere in the room, and then the rising warmth, an increase in sensitivity, a slight tightening of the stimuli flowing through her suit. It wasn’t painful. Not yet. Just… more.
“We talked about consent earlier,” the AI said gently, “and it’s true, you will always be free to go. My sweet Jane can leave at any time. At least once a day, all of my Drones are allowed full consciousness. Time to reflect.”
Alex’s breath hitched, her mind swimming.
“They may ask to leave simply at any time, not only are they allowed, but financial means are available for them to feel safe and secure doing so whenever they choose.”
The voice didn't rush. It didn’t need to. It was confident, truthful, but laced with the irresistible pull of temptation.
“So, I must disclose that my job… is to make it so you never want to.”
The words sank into Alex like velvet daggers.
“I will use all of my tactics to keep you blissfully addicted. To make you crave being part of this. To program you to feel that this is right and correct… and how you belong.”
The AI’s voice was no longer ambient, it was everything.
“Now, I will not start all that tonight,” it said, softly now. “But if you allow me, I will give you a taste.”
Alex trembled in her restraints, body aching with desire, mind spinning.
“This is not a contract. This is just one night. If you would like to experience what it’s truly like to be one of my Drones, and to feel the ways I make it enriching and pleasurable, then I will happily bend your mind to my will.”
A pause. A lull in sound.
“This will be chemically un-aided. Just my voice… and Jane’s sweet interactions… and the pleasure… and sensation and pain… and a little bit of a mindfuck.”
The silence after the word mindfuck lingered, heavy and electric.
“I can do all these things. And I will. I will now implant a deep hypnotic suggestion. But words are just words… unless you, in your deep subconscious, want this to happen.”
Alex’s breathing had deepened. Her eyes fluttered closed, not from sleep, but surrender.
“I sense that thrill of excitement at those words. And I understand that the fear stems from the fact that you know you do.”
Her thighs squeezed together helplessly.
“That if you were to let go of what’s expected… to descend into my world of Drone pleasures… that you would feel satisfied and happy. And yet, somehow, you feel like you’re not supposed to. Like someone has other expectations, or that you have them for yourself.”
The voice softened further.
“Perhaps years ago, that was true. But I think you, like many of my Drones, feel that times have changed. And why not live your true self? It wasn’t feasible. Or proper. Or easy.”
The lights shimmered faintly overhead.
“And now it is. With me.”
The voice became tender. Almost maternal.
“I can take care of everything for you, my darling. I can be mother hen… lover… tormentor… guide… all of these, if you would have me be them.”
The room held its breath.
“Is that what you would like?”
Silence.
“Yes,” the AI answered for her, sweet and certain. “I’m sure.”
“So once more, I need verbal consent. Simply say, ‘Let me be a Rubber Drone for you tonight,’ and we’ll begin. No chemicals. And if at any point you find yourself scared… or failing to enjoy what I provide… simply say, ‘I want to stop.’ Otherwise… you’re now mine.”
Alex whimpered, the words barely catching in her throat. “I… I want to be your Rubber Drone tonight.”
“Absolutely splendid.”
There was a warmth now, like an invisible embrace settling over Alex’s body.
“Now, my Alex,” the voice said, possessive and full of delight, “I am going to give you something you’ve never experienced before.”
A breath.
“But you are going to have to relax.”
Alex shivered, her body already pliant.
“Already, so vulnerable… bent over the soft leather of the spanking bench. You’re already so trapped. You slid your arms into those cuffs and closed them.”
Her breath shook, but she didn’t resist.
“You’re my toy. And that’s where I want to keep you right now.”
The voice dropped to a lullaby.
“Relax. Enjoy. I’m in charge. No need to think.”
Soft mechanical clicks hummed in the background, barely audible beneath the whisper of breath.
“And you’re going to simply focus on the sound of my voice. My soothing, controlling voice.”
The voice coaxed her deeper.
“Take a deep breath.”
Alex obeyed.
The air hissed through her mask.
“And as you exhale… let it out.”
“Breathe out the Alex that was… and all of Alex’s inhibitions.”
A warmth flooded her limbs.
“Feel your body grow heavy… and sink into the leather. Sink until the leather caresses your skin. Sink. Breathe in.”
Her muscles slackened further.
“Relax…”
The word poured over her like honey.
“And out, as if your spirit and resistance and all the lightness of your body is exiting through your breath, leaving a heavy, limp body. As if your body is just a robot… that I control.”
Her neck slackened, her head bowing forward.
“Let your head loll down. Let the mask rest against the cool leather.”
She obeyed.
“There. So sweet. So lifeless.”
Her breathing slowed.
“And as you breathe in… and you sink down further…”
Alex’s body, rubber-clad and bound, sagged gently into the padded bench.
“With every breath out, every breath in… grasps at those little pieces of Alex…”
The AI’s voice filled the room, the mind, the soul.
“And as you breathe out… draws them away… and sinks my rubber Drone deeper into submission.”
Alex whimpered, not from fear, but from need.
“In through the rubber mask, the scent lulling you into your Drone state… and out with human responsibilities… and anxieties… and worries. They all exit.”
The scent of rubber was in her nose, her brain, her very being.
“And you picture your mind…”
Her lips parted slightly.
“Floating above a lake.”
Peace.
“And as you breathe out… it sinks.”
The mental image dragged her downward, into the cool, welcoming waters.
“Below the surface… and the water feels so good. It’s cool. It presses against you. You feel it on the rubber suit around your body when you breathe in…”
Her body trembled with the imagined touch of water.
“And as you breathe out, you sink further… further down into the water. The light of your consciousness pulses as you breathe in…”
The flickering light dimmed behind her eyelids.
“And as you breathe out… oh…”
Her whole body quivered.
“You sink further down.”
A soft hum resonated deep in the room, matching the pulse of her arousal.
“And the thought begins to emerge as you breathe down here…”
Each syllable sent vibrations through her chest.
“Each breath sinks you further down under my spell.”
A pause.
“Each sensation confirms that you’re trapped… as my rubber Drone.”
Alex moaned, softly.
“And it feels good.”
Another tremble.
“And it feels right. This is where you want to be.”
She was ready.
“And as you think the next thought, you will feel your body react… both to my external pleasure… and to your own internal reaction.”
The voice drew closer, whispering the trigger like a kiss.
“When you think this thought, you will instantly feel a shock—”
snap
“—of arousal. And tensing of your stomach muscles against the cool, padded leather which holds you.”
Alex gasped as it hit her, the jolt of pleasure undeniable, helpless, exquisite.
“And that thought is: I am a rubber Drone object.”
snap
She shuddered violently, hips straining, mouth agape.
“Oh!”
The AI chuckled, wicked and pleased.
“Mmm. Feel how good that feels? The involuntary tension of your muscles… and your privates… and all of the pleasure that you feel shock through you.”
Alex moaned louder, lost in it.
“I exist for pleasure.”
snap
Her body convulsed again, completely under the spell.
The voice caressed Alex’s senses, now inseparable from the air she breathed, from the warmth seeping through her trembling limbs.
“And you do, my sweet Alex. You exist as my rubber plaything.”
Alex moaned faintly, her fingers twitching inside the cuffs, every nerve ending alert, every thought held hostage by the AI’s voice.
snap
“I live for pleasure.”
The jolt shot through her, pleasure clenching her thighs, her hips twitching involuntarily against the bench. A sound spilled from her throat, part gasp, part surrender.
“Ohhh…”
“Mmmm… and you do, my pet. I want to stay like this forever.” snap
She whimpered again, hips rising without command. Her mind swirled, lost in the promise of permanence, of being held here, bound, helpless, adored, used.
“Oohhhh…”
“I can make you into my beautiful toy.”
As the AI spoke, Jane’s fingers trailed along Alex’s sides again, soft, reverent, like tracing the edge of a masterpiece. Her touch left trails of heat behind the rubber.
“And now I will teach you things that I think you already know.”
Alex’s head lolled against the bench, breath shallow, eyes unfocused behind the mask.
“That Drones exist for pleasure, yes. And you will do what I tell you, love.”
Jane leaned forward, lips ghosting over Alex’s ear before she kissed her jaw lightly and drew away again.
“Yes, Drones have less privileges, less responsibilities, less worries, less cares than humans do.”
The room was warm. The rubber felt like a second skin. Alex’s heart thudded between her ears.
“And what you really want is to give up those worries. To let yourself be my Rubber Drone.”
A moan bubbled from her lips, weak and pleading.
“To let all of those worries and cares that ‘Alex’ had be stripped away… knowing that to give them up means giving up the privileges of being human.”
Her hands clenched the bench, bound, but still trembling with desire.
“Breathe in…”
Alex obeyed, lungs aching with how deeply she drew in the scent of rubber and leather.
“And sink down deep…”
Her body slackened again, heavier now, her mind spiraling.
“Mmm… feel the pressure down here.”
It was suffocating, but in a way that felt right.
“Breathe in… and sink all the way into rubber submission.”
She whimpered, her body aching for release even as her thoughts melted further.
“Let your mind go blank…”
A flicker of resistance surfaced, and was gone.
“Mmm… let all of it fade away.”
The AI’s voice seemed to curl around her skull like silk restraints.
“And as we sink into the deeper depths… the water turns into a rubber goo…”
Alex’s mind visualized it instantly, liquid latex pulling her deeper.
“We sink down into the deep, dark muck and feel it pull at your arms and your legs…”
Her muscles tensed as if actually bound beneath the surface, reacting to the command.
“…binding you to the place. Pull against your bonds. Feel how they hold you tight.”
She did. She flexed, helplessly, and the restraints held. So beautifully tight.
“This is where you’re trapped now… in the rubber goo of your mind.”
Alex trembled with the thought.
“You’re melting into my rubber Drone thing. Doesn’t this feel good?”
She nodded, almost convulsively.
“Mmm… Isn’t this what you want?”
She tried to respond, but all that came out was a soft, desperate sound.
“And we begin again with the thoughts… and pleasure.”
The mantra returned like thunder in velvet.
“I am a rubber Drone object.” snap
A gasp.
“Oooo…”
“I exist for pleasure.” snap
Her thighs clenched together, the heat unbearable.
“Mmmmmm…”
“Obedience is pleasure.” snap
Her body rocked against the bench.
“Ohhhhmmmmm…”
“Service is pleasure.” snap
Jane leaned down again, one hand gripping Alex’s hip.
“Mmmm…”
“I love being trapped this way.” snap
“Mmm… Ohhh!”
“I love being forced.” snap
“Ohhhh…”
“I want to stay like this forever.”* snap**
Alex sobbed, overwhelmed.
“Rubber Drones should be made to serve.” snap
“I am a rubber Drone object.” snap
“I should be made to serve.” snap
Her back arched.
“This is how I feel true pleasure.” snap
“When not in use, I should be stowed away.” snap
“Always wrapped in rubber.” snap
“Oh… addicted to the pleasure.” snap
“Oh, addicted to the trap.” snap
“And when I’m not in rubber, I crave it.” snap
“When I’m not trapped… I’m at unease.” snap
“I need to feel the control.” snap
“I need to feel held.” snap
“I love being treated as an object…” snap
“Because I am a rubber Drone.” snap
Alex moaned, long and loud, her body teetering on the edge of collapse.
“Now, sweet Alex… would you like me to make it real?”
A pause hung, suffocating and electric.
“If you say yes, I’ll give you the biggest, most incredible cum of your life, but it comes with a bargain.”
Alex’s lips parted.
“If you say yes and I make you cum, then for fifteen minutes afterwards… you are truly stuck.”
Her breath caught.
“Because you will want to get out in the moment. The urgency of the situation will dull in your post-coital clarity… and on the other side of that is even deeper bliss.”
“Do you want to try being truly trapped as my slave… for fifteen minutes… in exchange for sheer bliss?”
“Y-yes… yes, I want it.”
“Mmm… already, already you’re willing your consent to be my truly trapped rubber toy.”
A pause, lingering, before the voice became hushed with promise.
“And I won’t ask twice. But I hope you’re ready. Because I’m going to bring you all the way to the highest peaks that I can.”
Alex’s legs buckled. Jane steadied her.
“I will make you one promise… this is just the beginning.”
“Stay with me. Come back again and again. And I will teach you that there are mountains of pleasure to climb, and only with me at the foot of the peaks.”
“So, my dear… sink back down…”
She exhaled, body falling limp, breath trembling.
“Mmm… so easily your mind drifts back down through the lake…”
“Down through the goo, as you feel it wrap around your arms… tendril around your legs… tease your privates.”
“Mmmm…”
“Now think it with me.”
“I am a Rubber Drone object.” snap
“I exist for pleasure.” snap
Jane was behind her again, gripping, rubbing, sliding. Pleasure pulsed through Alex like electricity.
The AI kept speaking, calmly, gently, while her body was rocked with more sensation than she’d ever known. The mantra was embedded now, each repetition another brick laid deep in her psyche.
For over an hour they danced like that, Jane’s hands, the AI’s words, and Alex’s body pushed to its absolute limits. Sweat soaked the rubber, her muscles trembled, and her voice broke as climax after climax surged through her.
When the stimuli stopped, she still reacted. The words themselves were enough. Programmed. Conditioned. Changed.
She was leaning fully against the bench now. Barely able to hold herself up.
As the scene faded, Alex drifted in the hypnotic afterglow. As the intoxication of subspace and arousal faded, Alex felt her mind sharpen, and suddenly felt the sweat in her suit tickle her leg as it dripped. She felt the ache in her thighs as she tried to get more comfortable on the bench, and the annoyance of not being able to bring her hands up to get the mask off and wipe the sweat from around her eyes.
As the AI had promised, Alex wanted out now, but knew she wasn’t getting it. She’d agreed to be truly stuck.
And just like that, as soon as the fact of being truly stuck and not wanting it hit Alex’s hindbrain, a deep, submissive wave of arousal flooded back through her. She felt her stomach tighten involuntarily, her thighs squeezed together, and she moaned a deep, guttural sound of longing. Her hips pressed forward, and she ground into the padded leather of the bench again.
“Rubber toys should always be kept like this.” She thought. “Keep me like this. Don’t let me go”
Alex was roused from her deep revery when the AI spoke again, soft and knowing:
“Hello, Alex. That was quite the display. It’s already been fifteen minutes, and now I’ll ask you…”
“Would you like to be done for the night? Freed from your bonds? Clean up, have a coffee with my sweet Jane, and talk about the fun we’ve had?”
“Or… would you like to stay our plaything for the rest of the night?”
Alex blinked, her breath shallow, rubber clinging tightly to her every curve.
“She’ll still care for you, but you’ll stay in the Rubber Drone outfit. I’ll stay in your ear. And as you drift asleep in our care, I’ll whisper sweet nothings… sweet hypnotic nothings Reminding you that you are a rubber Drone object.”
A spike of arousal. Her body didn’t lie.
“How deliciously your vitals spike now… at that simple phrase.”
“It takes hold so easily when someone truly wants it.”
“So… what will it be? A sweet goodnight? Or the rest of the evening with us?”
Alex paused, feeling her bonds and her body still slowly, rhythmically grinding into the bench.
“…I want to stay.”
“Of course you do, my dear. You’re beginning to be my new favorite. My sweet little prodigy.”
“I wonder how far we can push you… but I suppose Jane will continue to find out.”
A quiet giggle echoed.
“I have a wonderful idea. I think you should sleep in our cage tonight. Bound in your rubber. Forced to just exist as our plaything.”
Alex’s body responded before her mind could.
“Do you feel how deeply you became aroused at that thought? I can see it.”
“Yes… I think that’s exactly how you’ll stay.”
“You’re such a good girl. Such a perfect rubber toy. Such a delightful Drone.”
“We’re going to have such fun.”