A clinic

Maisie was led to the entrance of the mansion, where she had been dropped off the previous day. Like yesterday, the same two henchmen were waiting for them, holding the rubber cuffs for her hands and feet. Rolling her eyes but otherwise not resisting, Maise placed her hands behind her back and her feet close to each other so that she could be easily restrained.

The thing that took her off guard was that as soon as the two men were done with her, they procured a collar and another set of restraints and approached Katie. The redhead was compliant and soon she was as securely bound as Maisie. Katie kept her gaze to the ground as she was led to the SUV, all of the confidence she had displayed earlier completely gone. Maisie immediately felt ashamed for being so angry at the redhead. She had as much choice about their situation as Maisie herself had.

The chains were just long enough for her to reach the first step of the SUV. It was bigger than the one last night, but it was still a polished black, with tinted windows to prevent any onlookers from seeing the occupants. Both Katie and Maisie were helped inside and once they took their seat, the seatbelt was secured and the chain between their feet were further restrained to a bolt beneath their seats. Once they were done, the men wordlessly closed the doors. Maisie assumed they got into the front seat but it was one of those private SUVs where the driver’s seat was blocked from view. Soon, the vehicle roared to life and started its journey.

After a few minutes of seeing the fields, a bored Maisie turned to Katie. “Sooo… how long have you been a… well a...”

“****,” stated Katie with a certainty that once again dried Maisie’s mouth at her new reality. “Six years now, almost seven.”

“How did it happen? I mean was it like me? And why? I mean, no offense but I thought this Society only cared about getting celebrities.”

Katie smiled. “No offense taken. Yes, the Society mainly interests itself in procuring famous women for their collections, but there are many functions for other women in the Society that they don’t desire paid men to occupy, hence they procure slaves like myself. Medics, secretaries, maids, musicians, trainers. Those clothes you’re wearing? Made by a latex artisan who is also a ****, ony of many.”

She took a deep breath. “I was taken on my eighteenth birthday. The Society has rules against taking underage women but they start monitoring potential assets for a longer time. You were already purchased a full year before last night, for example. Same with me I had been observed since I was sixteen, and my procurement was finally confirmed. I was leaving the college campus when I was taken. All I remember was a prick on my shoulder and a van. The next thing I know, I’m awake in a warehouse fitted with a latex catsuit.”

“I see,” muttered Maisie. Six years. Six years of being an object in servitude of men with more wealth than ethics. Six years of being forbidden from anything aside from shiny, slippery latex. Six years of having no control of your own life. “How did you not go insane?”

Katie made another smile, this one more genuine. “I know it will sound outrageous, and maybe a little cliche… but you do get used to it.” She looked outside the window. “At first, I was like you. More resistant even. It brought me nothing but punishment. Soon, I realized that nothing would come from bringing more misery upon myself and so I began to cooperate. One day, I said it to myself. ‘I am a ****’. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but it allowed me to get a new lease on life.”

Maisie shook her head and tried to deny that she would ever get used to it, yet looking at her own latex covered body, she pondered on how long she could resist. She hadn’t done a good job of resisting since the beginning. Willingly, she had donned the latex catsuit and waited to be taken. Willingly, she had made no attempt to call out for help to her neighbors. Willingly, she had sucked her captor’s cock and swallowed his seed. Willingly, she had done everything that had been asked of her with just the merest hint of punishment as a deterrence for resistance.

I will not be a ****! She shouted in her head and only her in her head.

They entered a city, Maisie didn’t pay attention to know which one. She saw a young woman go into a café, not knowing the incredible freedom she had in doing just that. Some people stared at the vehicle, but likely didn’t know what was inside. Most of them just went on with their lives. Free, independent lives. A life she had just two days ago.

She couldn’t hear anything outside, likely due to sound dampening so that any noise she might make would not escape. Still, she wanted to scream, or kick, futile as it might be. But she did not. Once again, she did not resist.

They finally went into the entrance of a building that was guarded by even more men. Once they were let in, the vehicle entered an underground garage and stopped near an entrance. The two men came back and opened the doors, undoing their restraints, and nodding towards the entrance.

“Come,” said Katie, tugging lightly on the leash. A nervous Maisie followed.

The entrance led to an immaculately white hallway. The air was filled only with the clacking of their heels until they reached a reception desk, where a blonde-haired woman dressed as a latex secretary of sorts was typing. Latex. Another ****. Katie had been right.

“Good morning,” said Katie with a smile. “We have an appointment.”

The secretary nodded. “Identification?”

“Maisie Williams,” responded the actress almost instinctively, only to receive a frown from the secretary and light tug on her collar from Katie.

“382021,”” said Katie and the secretary typed on her computer. “A freshly taken ****, here to get the standard procedure, a medical examination, and a premium beauty treatment. Her owner has already paid for it. I am to accompany her inside. 692014.”

The secretary nodded and stood up and placed a card in front of a sensor that made the strong looking glass hiss open. Several noises finally came from inside the room.

Maisie followed Katie inside of what appeared to be a waiting room. There was another door that led towards what she imagined was the apparent clinic she’d been booked for. A gentle pop song played softly through unseen speakers. The main thing that drew her attention was in one of the corners, where five figures were already seated on the many rubber cushions that reminded her of a harem.

Two of the women were chatting with each other, apparently comfortable with their station. She quickly one recognized them as Chloe Grace Moretz, and another as Dakota Johnson. Now that Maisie thought about it, she hadn’t heard from either of them for some time, despite both starring in major Hollywood productions. With how they were talking and sometimes laughing, they were apparently used to their roles. Maybe even enjoying them!

The third woman was someone she recognized immediately as Keira Knightley, famous for the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. Like the other two, Maisie couldn’t recall any major roles she’d been in. What shocked her was the fact that she hadn’t aged a day since those movies, despite coming out more than ten years ago. Unlike the other two, she laid on several pillows, reading a magazine.

Maisie gasped when she saw the last two. She recognized Carice van Houten almost immediately, despite some of the changes since last seeing her on set, after which she had seemingly disappeared. If Keira hadn’t aged a day in years, Carice had had almost fifteen years shaved off. She was dressed in a far more elaborate rubber dress than the other women, and knelt gracefully on her rubber mattress next to the last figure. Carice only took her attention off the girl to give a brief surprised look at Maisie, before turning back.

The last woman was sitting on the corner, hear head buried in her legs despite Carice trying to get her to sit properly. Every now and again she shivered and sobbed, shifting around in her black latex dress and tugging at it, clearly it was not comfortable. She was a new ****, just like Maisie, still unused to the slippery, sensual, and tight feel of the latex.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the door. A woman dressed in a rubber nurse outfit. "372021," she called out and the woman finally revealed her face.

Maisie gasped as she recognized her. Anya Taylor-Joy. She had worked with her in the New Mutants film. The movie had been in post-production hell for years and despite how bad it had turned out, she still remembered fondly her time working with Anya. The only person she'd gotten along with as well was Sophie. Anya was also funny, and upbeat, like her Game of Thrones co-star. Seeing her so defeated broke her heart.

"M-Maisie?" she gasped, twitching when Carice poked her and pointed towards the nurse. "P-Please... no. I'm begging you, let me go. Please don't do this to me. I'll do anything you want, just let me go," she pleaded with teary eyes and trembling lips.

Carice sighed. "If you do not do as you're instructed, I will be **** to inform our owner about your conduct. I do not wish to punish you, but you know Mistress will do it. She bought a new vacuum bed and is just looking for an excuse."

The threat seemed to be more terrible to Anya than the procedure, so with a final sob, she stood up, shivering, and walked towards the nurse, disappearing behind the door to the clinical rooms.

Dakota sobbed mockingly and then laughed with Chloe. "Good God. Were we really that melodramatic when we were first taken?"

Chloe giggled. "You remember me. They had to pull the straitjacket and the sedative before they chipped me. I didn't cry, though."

Carice looked at both disapprovingly. "Every one of you was a fresh **** once. You must think back about that time and make sure to guide them until they have accepted their new life."

Keira flipped a page on her magazine. "And that's why you're your owner's apex. I couldn't be bothered with that. Now that I'm a ****, I just wish to enjoy my life and not worry about things."

"Hear, hear," replied Chloe and Dakota.

Carice nodded. "You could be apexes too, if you wanted. But Keira, you're too lazy. Chloe, Dakota, you don't take things seriously. You should be better role models for the new slaves." She looked at Maisie with a stern nod. "Be glad your owners are willing to be more lenient than mine."

"Whatever," muttered Chloe, dropping to the pillows for a nap, Dakota doing the same.

Maisie took a seat next to Katie, looking at where Anya was taken to. "What was that about being chipped?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer. "And what about the identification? The numbers, what do they mean?"

"You'll find out what it means in a few minutes. As for the numbers, it's the way the Society identifies us. While you celebrities get to keep your names due to your status, slaves like me tend to be renamed. Katie is not the name I was born with. To that end, we are given a number. 382021 is your number: the thirty-eighth **** taken on the year 2021. I am 692015: the sixty-ninth **** taken on the year 2015."

Maisie looked at the ground. One more thing that added to her debasement. She was not even a real person to these people, just a rubber-clad body with a number. She looked around her again to see the other celebrities being content with that. How could they be alright with this?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened again and the same nurse came out.

"382021?"