Rocketgirl condoms (DARK)

Ms Kyoto took a few dozen Rocketgirl shards and melted them down into latex rubbers. She packaged them and sold them around the world.

Being melted was not a sensation Rocketgirl enjoyed -- too hot -- but she did rather enjoy the relative freedom she felt in her liquid form. Of course that was short lived when she was cooled and formed into condoms. The shrink wrap was very confining; she didn't like the sensation of the metal sheet encasing her entire condom form. And it was very dark inside those opaque wrappers. She could feel some jarring as the cartons of condoms were packaged and shipped, but then she would sit on a store shelf for ages awaiting purchase by a customer. And then depending how sexually active the customer was, she may never see the light of day again.

Of course these sensations were mixed with the sensations all her other pieces experienced around the world. The vast majority of Rocketgirl had never been transformed into condoms at all. But every piece of her experienced every sensation felt by every other piece. It was dizzying.

When the first Rocketgirl condom was unwrapped, Rocketgirl quickly became aware of how trying the condom experience would be for them all. Ms Kyoto had expertly painted a Rocketgirl likeness on each condom. The open base of the condom was effectively her stretched vag, so every time a man put on a Rocketgirl condom, he was basically penetrating her. Rocketgirl's lips, meanwhile, were painted wide open at the tip of each condom. This meant she would taste whatever she was thrust into: the fluids of a pussy, the saliva inside a mouth, or...she shuddered to think of the possibilities.

And of course she could see, hear, and smell everything. The joy of being liberated from the confining metal sleeve was quickly replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sex. She wasn't prepared. The smell of sex and the sounds of lovemaking battered her senses as a hard, hot cock suddenly rammed into her vagina. The penis filled and stretched her entire body and made her pulse with her unknowing violator's anticipation.

There was the surreal feeling of a dick being stuck inside her mouth, stretching her cheeks in a futile effort to get out. She tasted precum and felt it slide down the inside of her body as it coated the dick within her.

Her body was finally given the chance to catch up to the sexual sensations overwhelming her when hands caressed her in way too much sticky, shiny, warming lubricant. "Ready?" said a booming voice from a very large human. "Ready," came the other large human's response. I'm ready too, thought the condom Rocketgirl, though she equally feared what came next.

The throbbing Rocketgirl condom got an **** close-up of a tenderly shaved pussy, the heady scent assaulting her nostrils as she began to taste first the skin of the woman's labia, then the juices produced by the woman's pussy. Suddenly Rocketgirl was plunged into darkness. Her body went warm all over and she felt herself squeezed by the woman's vaginal muscles.

The throbbing penis caused her body to pulse up and down. The man's gyrations moved the lower half of her body in and out of the woman's pussy, exposing her alternately to warm body heat and cool air. The woman clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles, randomly compressing Rocketgirl's body. And constantly she tasted both the man's and woman's arousal.

These feelings, combined with the ridiculous amount of lubricant they'd used and the fact that technically, while fucking this other woman, the man was also fucking her, sent Rocketgirl hurtling towards orgasm. But unlike her life as a free human, she could no longer actively participate in her own sexual life. She was unable to move her lips to kiss the other participants in this three-way. She couldn't caress them or touch herself. And she slowly realized, as the sensations that would normally cause her to orgasm all came and went, that she couldn't even cum.

She was trapped in an ever-rising tide of sensation, but would achieve no sexual release.

Her partners did, though. First the woman, who suddenly gushed a tsumani of sweet cum into Rocketgirl's mouth and down the sides of her body. Then the man, whose penis made Rocketgirl's body go taut for several seconds before sending a violent spasm repeatedly through her frame, each pump first flooding her mouth with semen, then sending that semen cascading down throughout her entire insides.

When it was all finished, Rocketgirl was painted outside with pussy juice and painted inside with semen. As her partners' orgasms subsided, so too did her own built-up ecstasy. She felt as though she were fingering the wet woman's cunt on her way back out into daylight, feeling every ridge as the liquid wet sounds of their combined juices overwhelmed her ears.

Then she felt fingers pushing her pussy and felt her body slacken and shrivel. Soon she was being dangled upside-down, watching the floor and feeling nauseous from all the semen that had pooled in her head. But because she was made of strong latex, she wouldn't drip, and the semen and pussy juices continued to saturate her weakened, used body.

Rocketgirl felt herself falling through the air and she landed harmlessly with a PLOP into a small body of water in a ceramic pool. As she began to drown, she looked up through the rippling water to gaze for the first time at the upside-down face of the man who'd just ravished her more thoroughly than anyone had ever done, yet who seemed to have no idea she was even there.

She watched his arm flush the toilet. The sound of rushing water drained all other sounds away. Rocketgirl saw jets of water come down at her as she felt herself sucked into a whirlpool. Then the man's face disappeared as she was flushed down the drain.

As this Rocketgirl feared what came after being in a three-way and flushed down the toilet, the other Rocketgirls felt the same anxiety. Those in condom wrappers eagerly anticipated being up close and personal for similar sexual activity, as it seemed a welcome break from the tight, dark confines of their shrink wrap. Those who weren't condoms wondered what other devious plans Ms Kyoto had for them.