Rush in heroicly to save her friends!

Skye goes with her first gut instinct and charges into the briefing room, striking a defiant pose with both hands on her hips.

"Hey Latex Losers! Leave my friends alone!"

The Legionaries look up and one of them - their leader - laughs. Four of them are clad in gray latex from the neck down, tightly wrapping around every curve. It's a one-piece suit, starting from the collar and going down to the feet, where they seamlessly take the form of high heels. The leader is wearing white spandex and an ornately decorated helmet adorned with bright pink feathers on the top.

The five of them stop stepping on their recently captured victims and step forward to form a semi-circle around Skye. Without batting an eye, she raises her dukes and beckons the leader.

"Bring it on, bitch!"

Two of the Legionnaires move toward her. Reflexively, Skye raises her hand to catch a kick from her right side and a punch from her right. Another one jumps toward her, and she jumps back, causing the Legionaries to tumble forward. Stepping on her back, Skye gears up for a punch at their leader but stops when she sees another in her peripheral vision coming in a with a straight. She blocks that one too but gets pulled forward when she grabs Skye's wrist instead. Skye frees herself with a straight of her own, but as she does, one of the others leaps on her back. Skye responds with a sharp elbow, but as she does, the others grab hold of her. Before she can even realize what's happening, four of the Legionnaires each grab hold of one of her limbs, grasping her legs and the exposed skin beneath and sleeveless shirt harshly and planting her firmly in place. Try as she might, she's unable to move her arms or legs at all.

The Centurion takes off her helmet, revealing lush dark hair and a smug grin.

"Aw sweetie," she teases, "did you really think that would work? You couldn't take me on alone, let alone with my whole cohort."

Hearing her jabs makes Skye twist and struggle even more, but the strength of four Legionnaires is too much. Skye may know how to scrap, but she can't match the years of muscle training the Latex Legion has.

Skye spits on the ground. "Just wait 'till I get free...." she said the words between heavy breaths.

The Centurion shows no emotion as she grabs a hold of Skye's face, squishing her cheeks into a fish-like face. "The tough girl act was cute at first, but it's over now..."

She feels the Centurion push against her breast, gently caressing her perky, tiny tits before pushing her onto the ground.

"Wha-" Skye quickly rises to her feet and grasps at the small round object stuck to her shirt.

The Centurion chuckles, "It's all over now. You'll never be free again."

Then, it suddenly dawned on her. Oh no! It's a Latexturizer 3000! I have to get this thing off now!"

A thin layer of latex begins to shoot out from all sides, slowly wrapping around her upper torso and moving down towards her stomach. In a **** panic, Skye grasps the edges of the device attached to her torso through some sort of industrial adhesive.

I don't have much time before-

Suddenly, the sadistic Centurion steps on the device, pushing Subrina onto her back again and effortlessly keeping her there with one foot. Skye begins to pant harder now, clearly panicked. She's gotten out of some very sticky situations before, and she's sure this would be no different. But things are starting to look dire.

Gotta think of something!

Out of options, she desperately tries to push Centurion's boot off of her chest - and the Latexturizer - but she's not strong enough. This woman has more muscle in that one leg - hell, probably just her foot - than Skye does in her entire body. She continues to struggle harder as the latex makes its way to her skinny thighs and binds her legs together. At the same time, it wraps around her upper body, forcing her to ignore the boot and resist having her arms bent behind her back in the self-creating latex suit. Unfortunately, the Latexturizer 3000 is the ultimate in non-violent incapacitation technology. Her struggles are in vain and soon her entire body from the neck down is cocooned. Just as the device would have started wrapping around her head, the Centurion hits the remote. Her boot still on Skye's chest, she looks down at her with a smug grin. Skye looks back with wide, fearful eyes as the Centurion's smile turns into cruel cackling.

"AHAHAHA! Not so tough now, are you?" She lifts her boot and grinds it into her stomach, making Skye writhe even more. "No one opposes the will of the Empress."

Skye furrows her eyebrow, her face flush with anger tinged with fear. "Well _I _oppose her! So do your worst, bitch! I'll always fight for my homeworld's freedom, and you'll never change that! So just finish me off now and get it over with!"

"Ha. Nice try. Oh no, I have juuuust the place for you...."

"SUBRINA, NO!" Kara suddenly rushes into the room and is immediately grabbed by two Legionnaires, each holding her up by an armpit.

"Oh, what's this?" The Centurian coos.

"No, let her go! Kara, run!" Skye shouts, her voice cracking.

Kara struggles, but she can't break free. Skye watches in horror as the Centurion casually approaches her best friend from childhood and sticks a Latexturizer disc to her chest. As her body is slowly mummified, the two Legionnaires pull Kara from side to side, arguing over who gets to keep her.

"She's mine, I caught her first!"

"Well I saw her first!"

Skye struggles harder than she ever has in her life, fuelled by fear and rage. "NO, LET HER GO!" She shouts.

She continues to struggle in vain. The Centurion walks over to Skye, standing above her with her heels on either side of her head.

"Aww, I think these two are friends!" She says playfully as she makes direct eye contact with Skye.

Skye looks away and at her friend, who's staring back with wide, terrified eyes. "Skye, help mmphhhh! Mmmh! Mmm... mmph!"

"Don't, please!" Skye pleads, again in vain as Kara's words are muffled by the latex bodysuit completely covering face.

The Centurion looks down and grins from ear to ear. "Oh, that's right. I missed a spot riiight...." She bends over and boops Skye's nose. "There."

Then, without another word, she begins to lower her large, round, latex-covered ass toward our would-be heroinne's head. As it got closer to her face, she stared at it with wide-eyed horror, realizing right away that it was big enough to cover her entire face.

This can't be happening....

"N-no no no no NO NMMMPHH!! MMPHH!!" Skye struggles and wiggles pathetically, but she can't move at all. The Centurion's ass completely envelops her vision, smushing her under her captor's sweaty, musky ass. "Mmphhh! Mmmphh!"

"Ooh, you still have some fight in you, huh?" She bounces up and down, adding insult to injury as she slowly rubs her ass into Skye's face, savoring every moment of her complete victory. "We'll take care of that soon enough."

"Mmmphhh! Mm!!" is all that can be heard from under the Centurion's powerful booty, aside from some whimpering.

After a few moments of struggling and gasping for air whenever she bounces, Skye hears another cohort approaching. A voice from closeby addresses the Centurion as her commander.

The Centurion plays with Skye's hair as she grinds her hips. "Decanus, report!"

"Ma'am, we've finished rounding up the rebels. All have been accounted for."

Centurion lets out a facetious gasp. "Oh, you hear that? It looks like your little rebellion is finished. How sad."

Skye's muffled protests turn to despaired whining.

I should have listened to her. It's my fault we got captured. Why didn't I listen to her!?

"What shall I do with them, madam?"

"Put them on the next ship to the Re-Education Facility. Some of them will make fine subjects for the Empress' harem."

"And... these two as well, ma'am?"

"Hmm... no. I think I'll break these two myself," she said, annunciating the final word with another bounce of her round bum. It would be wrong of me to separate them, don't you think?"

"Y-yes madam Centurion."

"You're dismissed."

Oh my god... this can't be happening! We have to escape somehow!

The Centurion grinds her ass forward and back, finally stopping once Skye's tiny nose is right between her cheeks. **** for air, she breathes in deep but gets no air, only the foul smell of her failure.

"You know what?" She says with a giggle, "You're pretty good at this. How about I make you my chair full time!"

Skye, now too asphyxiated to even whimper, Skye could only weakly tap the Centurion's ass with the last of her strength. Her eyes began to flutter and the sound of her new master's cackling became more and more distant.

"AHAHAHAHahaahaha! Don't worry, your little friend will be with you too...."

Completely and utterly defeated, Subrina Skye finally passes out, overwhelmed and completely envloped by the Centurion's ass.