Kayla of the living latex...

"Kayla came to the Facility as a submissive. She was so deeply submissive that she had trouble functioning on her own. She commissioned the Facility to make her a cruel, uncompromising Master. The top scientists fashioned her a semi sentient organism that fed on her bodily fluids, her vaginal secretions in particular. But the organism's appetite was insatiable and the constant stimulus quickly grew to more than poor Kayla could take. Let's take a peek..."

Kayla was being violated again. The flowing nightmare adorning her tested every hole she had and found them sweet. It's form was amorphous. Right now it was semi transparent in the form of a mini skirt and dress. It plunged into her again from both sides and felt to her like it met in the middle. She held back tears at being used this way, but the body wants what the body wants, and she came again with orgasmic screams.

It tightened around her sensitive nipples, squeezing them and pulling them out. They hadn't always been the size and color of pencil erasers, but her short time as a **** to the living latex had changed her. The slightest stroke to her clit was now enough to double her over. She quivered with sensation as the evil thing ceaselessly adjusted itself around her ripe, helpless body.

And then something new... The mass flowed into her asshole, in and in. Her skin was her own for the first time in days, but she could feel it moving inside her. Before she knew what was happening it had **** it's way up her throat and was flowing out her mouth, pinching and squeezing and using every inch of her hyper sensitive body.