Alison Brie

Emma woke the following morning to found herself bound tightly with ropes. She'd had difficulty getting to sleep the previous night and had obviously overslept. Hutchinson and Robertson were getting her ready for transport to her new temporary home. They said nothing as they worked. Pretty soon Emma was bound to their satisfaction, and they carried her down in the lift to an underground parking garage. Charlie was waiting there, chatting to an attractive blonde woman Emma had never seen before.
"Ah, Emma. There you are." Charlie said. "Sorry for the rude awakening, but your new master was insistent.
"I hope this isn't a reflection on what I can expect Charlie." The woman said in a sharp voice.
"Certainly not." Charlie said dismissively, then turned his attention back to Emma. "Emma, this is your new master. For the next month, you are hers, she will explain her rules and what will happen if you disobey them. I expect you to be good Emma. If you behave yourself, then it will reflect well on me." Emma was surprised that Charlie was giving her to a woman, but then she thought about it and couldn't remember Charlie actually using any gender-specific pronouns. She'd just kind of assumed it would be a guy, but obviously there were women in The Society who liked to collect latex slaves as well.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The woman snapped impatiently at Hutchinson and Robertson, whilst impatiently tapping her beige pumps. "Put her in the car." She indicated a car parked a short distance away, painted white, with dark tinted windows. The two men carried Emma over to the car, but as Hutchinson reached down to open the back door, the woman shrieked "Not there you fools." She pressed a button on her key fob and the trunk opened. The two men bundled Emma into the trunk of the car, and she did not look happy about it. Charlie caught one last, pleading look on her face before the trunk slammed shut.

Charlie sighed, and confronted the woman.
"And mine?" He said, not quite as sharply as the woman, but still stern enough to show that he wouldn't be pushed around. The woman pushed another button and the back left door opened. Out stepped a beautiful brunette clad in black latex, and showing just enough of her perfectly-shaped breasts to make Charlie very happy.
Alison Brie

She stood passively, her hands in front of her, legs shoulder-width apart, as Charlie appraised her.
"You weren't lying about her charms." Charlie said to the blonde woman. "What's her temperament?"
"She's as docile as a church-mouse." The woman replied. "It took a while to break her, but it was worth it. She will meekly follow any instructions you give her."
"Excellent." Said Charlie, smiling, though he was looking at the vapid, distant, expressionless look on Alison's face. She did indeed look very docile.
"You're building up a decent little collection here Charlie. You've done a lot in such a short time. Let me know if you ever feel like trading again. I have some truly spectacular specimens." The woman said.
"I'll keep it in mind." Charlie replied, waving as the woman elegantly slid into the back seat of her car, and watched as it silently pulled away.

"Hutchinson." Charlie barked. "Process her, then take her directly to my office. Unlike the others, I won't actually do anything with her. I think I'll just keep her as a trophy. Place her in the third alcove behind my desk."
"Yes sir." Hutchinson replied.

As he watched them load his new latex **** into the car, Charlie thought about how beautiful she would look as an ornament in his office across town. He'd been conducting a lot of business meetings with the Koreans recently, but he was stalled on some of the deals. There was always the chance that just by being there, she could get them moving again. He smiled to himself, delighted at that prospect, then strode out of the car park into the brisk morning air.