To an appointment with the nurse

The nurse smiled cruelly as the maids dragged the struggling coed before her.

“You’re acting like quite a brat for someone so lucky. Some of our patients never see the light of day again, and you’re going back to college, completely unharmed.” Megan screamed at her through the gag. “My help and I,on the other hand,” she said, gesturing to the maids, “haven’t worn anything else for years. These uniforms are who we are.”

The nurse bent over, seized Megan by the cheeks and **** her to make eye contact. “But you’ll be set free.” She released her and stood up, smoothing her ridiculous pink skirt. “Sort of,” she said, holding a hand out to the Hispanic maid. The maid handed her a computer tablet and the nurse began typing.

Megan jerked as she felt her living latex prison begin to flow again, freeing her mouth. She gaped down at herself as the glistening darkness flowed down, exposing her shivering, bare flesh but leaving thick bands around her throat, wrists, and the middle of her thighs. She fell forward as her arms were freed, bracing herself on the damp concrete floor. The latex flowed down past her breast and up from her feet, meeting around her hips. A form began to take shape.

Thick black straps lashed themselves in place around her waist and seized her young sex, the thick liquid flowing into every intimate fold enough to part her labia, but not enough for penetration. Her asshole experienced a similar uncomfortable pressure. She felt the liquid flow between her thighs and down between her ass cheeks, meeting in the middle and cupping her pussy tightly.

It had formed a pair of onyx underwear nearly an inch thick, glossy and smooth as glass. All of its edges were rounded, and it moved and flexed with her as she squirmed uncomfortably, slightly elastic. Megan brought a hand to her new underwear, searching its smooth surface, and it responded to her touch. A deep rumble against her virgin asshole shocked an undignified squeak out of the frightened college girl. It stopped as soon as she took her hand away.

Megan looked up at the nurse for an explanation, who was regarding her unkindly. “Tsk,tsk, little girl. Can’t you keep your hands off of yourself for two seconds? I’m not done.”

Megan opened her mouth to ask a question, but a few taps on the tablet from the nurse caused the liquid to shift again. Megan looked down at her crotch to see a symbol forming in stark white to contrast the liquid black. “Is that… is that the fucking tap to pay symbol?” Megan looked to her captor, confused. The nurse seemed genuinely amused. “Indeed it is. Just like you might tap your card to pay for a soda at the gas station, now your tender little holes are available for convenient purchase.” She reached into her cleavage, producing a credit card. “Let’s test it out.”

Megan tried to scoot away but the maids stepped in to restrain her. The nurse held her card to the symbol on Megan’s chastity belt and after a moment a hole smoothly irised open, revealing her tender slit. The nurse reached towards her purchase and Megan moved to stop her, activating her bracelets which snapped to the strap around her waist, efficiently trapping her arms. “Perfect,” she smiled, tickling her way up Megan’s inner thigh. “Fuck you!” Megan shouted, twisting helplessly against the maids and her bondage.

She clamped her thighs together, **** to stop the smirking nurse. This activated the straps around her thighs to magnetically repel one another, causing her legs to spread invitingly. Megan didn’t see, but felt the liquid latex send out small runners to part the lips of her labia, her most intimate area spread open for the nurse to enjoy. “Why are you doing this!?” Megan cried, bound and helpless. She bucked wildly as the nurse slipped her middle and pointer fingers in and pressed her thumb to her clit, massaging her.

But her tone was business-like. “Marketing. Advertising. You’ll be a walking product advertisement. Plus, you’ll earn pizza money for my department. I think I’ll price you affordably. For the common man, you know?” Megan was still struggling to escape, but also from the nurse’s skilled hand.

Still, she retorted,” I won’t help. I won’t show anyone. I’ll get out of this thing and report you to the police!” The nurse pulled her fingers out of the squirming slut and wiped the pussy drool on her tender breast. “I’m sure you’ll try. And the results will be amusing. But you’ll be… incentivised to play along,” she said, patting the panting red head’s cheek. “Lynsey?” she said, turning to the blonde maid. “Install the QR codes and let’s return this creature to the wild.”

Were they really going to let her go? Megan shrieked as several things happened at once. The thigh and wrist straps released as the iris smoothly shut, locking her womanhood away once more. The blonde maid approached and put an unfamiliar device to her right bicep. A quick stabbing sensation caused Megan to start to scramble away, but the process seemed to be over. It had left a QR code on her pale flesh.

“It’s an instant tattoo,” the blonde maid explained. Megan glared at her silently.

“Are you giving my assistant a hard time? I could always use you as a guinea pig in the Sodomy Lab, if you’d prefer?” asked the nurse, perfect eyebrow arched inquisitively. Megan relented. “Just a few more,” said the maid, moving behind her.

Megan winced each time as a QR code was added to the back of her neck, her lower back, and her toned stomach just above the chastity belt. The nurse beckoned. Megan stood timidly, allowed to stand freely for the first time since her abduction.

“And for our last order of business, what should your collar say? It’s the first thing your users will see to let them know you’re not all Taylor Swift and wine coolers like the rest of the college girls…” Megan remained silent. She knew this was going to be bad. The nurse flashed her a predatory grin. “I’ve got just the thing.”

Megan yelped as she felt a syringe pierce her neck. Everything went blurry as she stumbled back into the embrace of the fetish maids. “One last thing,” said the nurse, heels clacking on the concrete as she approached. “Your new accessories have to be satiated. If you obey, you’ll probably be able to live a semi-normal life. If you disobey, well… you’ll see….

Everything went black.