Joan like Joan of Arc

“Kelly I think we should introduce her as Joan of Arc.”

“Oh yeah,” Kelly smiled, “We got that silver latex number that she would look hot in.”

Mistress Meg turned on a TV before leaving Jen in Kelly’s hands. Kelly for her part started helping Jen out of her cloths. Jen was uncomfortable when Kelly started taking off her underwear.

“Oh Honey,” Kelly smiled, “It’s a complete outfit, and there are no cotton panties allowed past that door. Latex only.”

To highlight the point Kelly lifted her loss knee length black rubber skirt and show the bottom of her pink latex booty shorts underneath. Jen regarded her more closely, she was wearing black ankle boots, the latex A-line skirt, and a sort of oversized hockey jersey oversized tee-shirt in black latex. She was pretty with brown eyes and Black hair with pink streaks. In her nose was a bull ring piercing with a rainbow glass bead in the middle.

“Now strip,” Kelly said firmly, “Shaved? Waxed? Or laser?”

“Ah,” Jen hadn’t been removing her body hair this semester.

“It’s ok,” Kelly smiled, “Just hop in the chair and I will take care of everything. You better start relaxing.”

Jen realized that if she was facing a fight with sex at the end of it she couldn’t be a prude. She got on the chair as Kelly got some cream. She stood in front of Jen and picked up Jen’s right ankle and put in on her shoulder and began slathering Jen’s leg with the cream. She then did the same with Jen’s left leg. Finally, Kelly leaned forward and covered the front of Jen’s “Bikini Zone” with more cream. Kelly kept Jen leaning back in the chair with her ankles on her shoulders. Jen felt weird about it, not necessarily bad, but weird. After a few minutes Kelly let Jen’s legs down and helped her out of the seat.

“Go use the shower,” Kelly instructed Jen, “Don’t get your hair wet.”

As Jen used the wand to wash off the cream, Kelly washed off her hands and any cream on the seat. Jen noticed Kelly looking back at her repeatedly. Another young woman in a black rubber French maid outfit came over with a bundle of stuff. She put it on the table in the corner.

“Kelly?” Jen asked, “Are you getting paid?”

“Two hundred a night,” Kelly smiled, “But that isn’t why I keep coming back.”

“Why do you keep coming back?” Jen asked.

“The open fraternization policy,” Kelly smiled seductively, “anyone here is allowed to have sex with anyone else. I can’t tell you how much fun it is to be Mistress Meg’s little rubber slut puppy.”

“Rubber slut puppy?” Jen was shocked.

“If I am a good girl she activates the vibrator in my tail,” Kelly said with a dreamy voice, “and if I am naughty I get a spanking, but if I am really good she gives me a naughty spanking.”

“OK,” Jen said.

“Let’s get you dressed. Here is some lube,” Kelly handed Jen a bottle.

The first garment Kelly handed Jen was a silver latex cyclist short with a zipper running from the front to the back. Jen rubbed her lower body with the lube before pulling on the shorts. She noticed the high waist went over her belly button. Next was a sort of belt with skirt panels hanging off the sided and a fake buckle in the front. Next was pair of silver fingerless gloves. Jen was handed a pair of silver go-go pvc boots.

“OK,” Kelly said, “Now we need to do your hair.”

Jen sat on the stylist chair topless. Kelly processed to flattened and secure Jen’s shoulder length blonde hair. Once she was done she grabbed a silver piece from the pile and held it for Jen to see in the mirror. It was an open faced hood like something a scuba diver were wear. Kelly was about to say something when the TV flashed with a line up the fights for the night. Jen noticed the number two fight was Joan vs someone she didn’t catch because Kelly was in the way.

“Never mind,” Kelly said, “We have to get you ready right away. I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out half dressed for a while since the hood can be a bit hot.”

“Am I fighting topless?” Jen asked.

“No, the top is back there,” Kelly said, “The idea is that you put this on and then the top so it looks like armor over the armored hood knights use to wear. Hang on here we go.”

Kelly pulled the hood over Jen’s head and down her neck leaving Jen’s face sticking out. Kelly went to work on makeup as Jen watched the TV. Jen watched as the magician lady from before appeared in front a pink shiny back drop, probably a latex shower curtain, going on about the rules. Jen noticed that it was as Mistress Meg described it earlier. Kelly then came back with a latex top that was two halves with buckles at the shoulders and sides like an armored breast plate. The front was constructed with a set of cups for Jen’s girls. Kelly motioned for Jen to stand up. She finished Jen’s costume and then went back and got two bottles, handing Jen a clear one with a pink label.

“Here, drink this,” Kelly smiled, “Trust me you are going to want to be shined as much as possible. It will make you much harder to grab. Hold on.”

Jen started drinking the bottle of water noting a slight aftertaste of cherries. Kelly started rubbing the lube over Jen’s body, not just her costume. Jen had to admit, Kelly’s hands were making her feel quite good. Jen found herself guzzling the bottle. Jen noticed Kelly taking her time polishing her crotch and chest with the lube and strangely Jen didn’t mind in the least, in fact she seemed to enjoy it herself.

“Wow,” Jen said as Kelly finished.

“Imagine how much fun it will be taking it all off,” Kelly giggled, “Here, let’s get you another bottle and down to the waiting pen.”

Jen smiled as Kelly put the lube back and grabbed another bottle of water. She followed Kelly leading her down to a small room with lights and a bunch of cameras pointed at her.

“When the doors open,” Kelly smiled, “Wait for them to call for Joan. Then head out.”

Jen watched Kelly as she walked out. Jen drank the water and milled around for a few minutes. Jen started looking at the cameras and an idea came over her. She started posing in front of the cameras.

*

Mistress Meg smiled as she watched the cameras of Jen posing in the waiting room. She noted Jen finishing off the second bottle the house formula. Mistress Meg put a finger to her lips and sucked it lightly. She will do nicely Meg smiled.

*

Jen jumped slightly when the door opened.

“In this corner is the new comer Joan!” a woman’s voice called, “And in this corner is her opponent, the VIXEN!”

Jen walked out down a hall with cameras all around. She noticed the glass panels surrounding the ring. She saw that the ring was something of a mess with things all over the place.

“Alright,” A white red head in a black and white striped latex referee teddy, “Arms out, no claw raking, no dirty fighting, or outside toys. You have to subdue, then use any of the provided restraints to tie up your opponent, and then any of the toys in the ring to bring them to orgasm.”

Jen was actually enjoying the ruff and complete frisking the referee was giving her. Sadly, the Red Hair Referee stopped and stepped out of the way. Jen got a clear view of the ring.

It was an octagon about twenty meters across and fifteen meters tall. All along the sides were mirrored walls with eye-bolts studding the walls with a square pattern about a foot apart. Spread out across the floor was various hand cuffs, leather binders, hoods, and straps as well as more types of sex toys than Jen had ever encountered in her life before. Across the hallway, a black woman in a latex referee teddy stepped out of the way and Jen got a good look at her opponent. The young woman was a red head white girl in a latex fox costume. The costume was a full body suit that hugged her body leaving only her face exposed and seemed to have a hole for her long red hair to hang out the back, and it was collared like an orange fox with white belly, and black tips on the built in fox ears and tip of the tale hanging out from behind her. Jen made her way over to center of the ring trying to avoid tripping on any of sex toys on the floor. Vixen was about a six inches shorter than Jen but she wasn’t wearing go-go boots with four inch heels. Vixen was smiling. Jen noticed Vixen stop in a blue box painted on the floor and saw the red box painted in front of her. She stopped in the middle of the box.

“Now,” the woman’s voice called, “Fight!”