She is Masked...

Rita's eyes slowly opened. She had to blink a few times to help clear her vision. Whatever she'd been injected with had been strong. There was something in her mouth. Something was on her face, some sort of mask. Other than that she was completely naked. She seemed to be in a dimly lit cell with padded walls. Oddly, if such a thing could be considered odd under the circumstances, there was a mirror hanging on the wall.

She ran her hands over the thing covering her face. It was some sort of mask. It was smooth and hard and covered her head completely. She jerked when she got to where her lips would have been. That part of the mask was soft and wet. She couldn't find a seam in the thing. She couldn't get it off. Whatever was in her mouth **** it wide open under the mask and went deep into her mouth and possibly down her throat, she had no way of knowing.

She stood up carefully and approached the mirror, checking left and right. The mask almost totally eliminated her peripheral vision. All that remained of her usual reflection were her wide blue eyes. It was a doll's face, glistening white with red circles on the cheeks. The lips were bright red and stuck in a perpetual "o". Her eyebrows were black and gave her an expression of surprise, like a blow up doll's. There was a solid black sheath in the back made to look like hair, with a pink bow on top. Her face was totally encased.

What she thought was a mirror suddenly burst to life, revealing itself to be a television monitor. She jerked back as an advertisement began to play. A smiling man in fifties garb looked up at Rita, smiling.

"So you've chosen the Fellatio Doll's mask! Fantastic! The world could use more young women like you. This fantastic product will effectively erase your identity forever, as only your registered master can remove it. Thanks to the attached throat sheath, you'll never have to worry about talking again, and soon the nanites being released into your blood stream will reconfigure your digestive system. You'll be a true cocksucker, unable to eat solid food. You'll only need jizz! Ask for a brochure for a complete list of the degrading features you'll be subjected too!"

Rita tore at the mask uselessly for an untold amount of time, when her cell door was opened. Two maid's wheeled in a leather bound figure on a dolly. The bound figure was very obviously male due to it's gigantic erection. One of the smirking maid's noticed Rita's eyes widen at the sight of the unnaturally large penis.

"From that expression, either you appreciate the results of our dick growth experiments, or your own nanites have taken you over enough to make the sight of cock make you hungry." The maid smiled at her.

Rita realized that the maid was right. Her stomach was growling.