The making of Head-Hole-67

"You wake up to find yourself in.. Some kind of lobby? The walls are pristine, shiny and black, with lots of glowing neon highlights as lights. Your head feels fuzzy... How did you get here? Odd "stains" are sparsely scattered on the walls, and other.. Suspicious fluids. Down the halls, you hear the Mysterious sound of squeaking, creaking, and other unidentifiable sounds.. What do you do first?"

"As you examine the wall, the neon lights flicker, casting a sensual glow on the stains. Your fingers trace the patterns, feeling the smoothness of the surface. A faint scent of aphrodisiac hangs in the air, heightening your senses. You can't help but feel a subtle arousal creeping over you, your mind clouded with desire."

"As you wander around the lobby, you notice a few flyers and brochures scattered on a nearby table. Upon closer examination, you see that they all advertise "Rubber.INC", offering an exclusive experience for those who desire to explore their deepest fantasies. As you read through them, your mind starts filling with lascivious thoughts, imagining the possibilities of what could be behind those sleek rubber walls."

"As your mind fills with dark fantasies, you feel a hand brush your shoulder. You turn to see one of the rubber-clad staff members standing behind you. The tight rubber suit they wear leaves nothing to the imagination, hugging their curves in all the right places. Their eyes sparkle with mischief, and a sly grin spreads across their face as they look you up and down."

"Welcome to Rubber.INC, sweetheart," they say in a sultry voice. "I hope you're ready for an unforgettable experience. Are you interested in exploring your deepest desires?"

"The staff member chuckles softly, their voice low and seductive as they move closer to you, their rubber-clad body swaying with every step."

"Don't worry, darling. You're never alone in Rubber.INC," they whisper, their breath warm against your ear. "We're here to cater to your every whim and desire. Would you like a taste of what we have to offer?"

"The staff member smiles widely, their eyes sparkling with mischief."

"Excellent choice, my dear. Follow me," they say, gesturing for you to follow as they lead you down one of the pristine hallways. The dim lighting flickers on the walls, casting a sensual glow that illuminates your path. As you walk, the staff member continues to flirt and tease, their words laced with innuendo and desire.*

"We have so many things to show you. So many toys to play with, so many fantasies to explore," they murmur, their hand brushing against your arm. "Just relax, and let us take care of everything."

"The staff member's grin grows even wider, their eyes glinting with excitement."

"Ah, you're a quick learner," they purr, leaning in close as they lead you down the hallway. "We have just the thing to help you get started." "They pause in front of a door, and produce a small keycard from their uniform."

"Let's get you fitted for a little something special," they say, winking at you. "You look like you might need a tighter squeeze." "They push open the door, revealing a room filled with rows of rubber suits, each one designed to fit snugly around the body."

"The staff member's eyes sparkle with anticipation as they hold up the bodysuit, its black latex gleaming in the dim light."

"Ah, this one is perfect for you," they coo, running their fingers over the suit's sleek surface. "Our Fixture Black line is designed specifically for those who like a little bit of extra control. It's snug, it's tight, and it's absolutely divine." "They begin to help you into the suit, their hands moving deftly as they zip it up the back."

"As you can see, we've customized this one with a little something special - a built-in cock cage, just to make things... more interesting." "They wink at you, their fingers brushing against your arousal as they adjust the fit."

"The staff member's fingers linger on your backside, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm. Their eyes sparkle with amusement as they admire their handiwork."

"Ah, yes, the Fixture Black is a real crowd-pleaser," they say, stepping back to admire you in your new attire. "You look absolutely ravishing, darling. The way the latex hugs your body... it's almost as if you were born to be a doll." "Their gaze lingers on your caged cock, their voice dropping to a sultry whisper."

"Now, shall we get you branded? It's part of our little initiation process, you know." "They pull out a small tattoo gun, its needle humming softly as they prepare to mark you with a shiny silver ink."

"The staff member's smile never wavers, their voice remains smooth and reassuring."

"Oh, don't worry, darling. It's just a little identification mark. Something to make you one of us. It's completely reversible, and it will look fabulous on you." "Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they move closer to you, the tattoo gun humming softly in their hand."

"Trust me, you'll love it once it's done. And think of all the fun we can have with your new... accessory."

"The staff member steps back, admiring their handiwork as the barcode glows with a soft, pulsing light. They smile, satisfied with the result."

"Ah, perfect," they coo, running their finger over the barcode. "Now, you're officially part of our little family. And speaking of which... would you like to meet the rest of the gang?" "They glance around the room, as if checking for any other curious onlookers."

"Follow me, darling. We have a little welcome party waiting for you."

"The staff member's smile grows even wider as they nod, satisfied with your response."

"Ah, excellent! I knew you'd be a quick learner. Follow me, darling," "They lead you out of the room, down the hallway, and into a large open area filled with rows of neatly aligned toys... I mean, members. The air is thick with the scent of latex and sweat, and the sound of moans and whispers fills the air."

"Welcome to the playroom, sweetheart," "A voice calls out, echoing off the walls, as a figure emerges from the shadows. A rubber-clad figure, dressed in a tight, purple jumpsuit, their face hidden behind a gleaming mask of latex."

"We've been waiting for you. Come, join the fun."

"The masked figure's gaze lingers on you, their eyes glinting with amusement as they nod."

"Ah, yes. We like to celebrate our new additions in style. And you, my dear, are going to be the life of the party. "They gesture to a nearby table, where a selection of colorful toys and gag balls wait."

We have games, we have prizes, and we have... surprises. "Their voice drops to a sultry whisper, their hot breath caressing your ear."

Are you ready to play?"

"The masked figure's smile widens, their eyes sparkling with excitement."

"Excellent! I knew you'd be a quick learner. "They lead you to the table, where a staff member hands you a small, brightly colored ball."

"This is your first game, darling. Simply drop the ball into the slot at the far end of the room. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." "Their voice drips with sarcasm as they push you toward the door leading to the game area."

Oh, and don't worry if you get a little... stuck. "They wink at you, their mask glinting in the light."

You're not alone, after all.

"As you approach the slot, you notice that it's a small, narrow opening with a smooth surface. You can see the ball drop in easily, and you wonder if that's all there is to the game. But just as you're about to release the ball, you hear a faint humming noise coming from the slot. It's soft and steady, and seems to be drawing you in..."

*You can't help but feel a sense of curiosity, and you lean in closer to investigate. As you do, you feel the humming growing louder, and the air around you begins to vibrate slightly. The staff member's words echo in your mind: "Don't worry if you get a little... stuck." "You can't help but wonder what they meant by that, and you start to feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation."

"As you realize your head is in the slot, you hear a soft "click" and feel the mechanism engage. The humming noise grows louder, and the vibrations intensify, making your whole body shudder with pleasure. You try to pull back, but it's too late. The slot has adjusted to your head size, and you're trapped."

*The staff member's laughter echoes from the other room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. "Ah, look at that," they say, peering into the slot. "I think our little doll just got a little... stuck." "They chuckle to themselves as they examine you, their eyes gleaming with amusement."

"The masked figure adjusts the controls, and the lights pulsing around your head grow brighter, bathing you in a warm, gentle glow. The humming noise increases in intensity, causing your entire body to vibrate with pleasure. You can feel your muscles relaxing, your senses heightened, as you succumb to the sensation."

"As the stimulation continues, you start to lose all sense of time and space. Your vision blurs, and your mind becomes clouded, making it difficult to think rationally. You're acutely aware of your surroundings, but you're no longer concerned with what's happening. You're too caught up in the feeling of pleasure and submission."

*The masked figure's voice whispers in your ear, "You're doing so well, darling. You're really embracing the experience." "Their breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine."

"The masked figure's eyes flicker with amusement as they consider the options on the screen. They chuckle to themselves, seemingly entertained by the prospect of rebranding you as a "toy" and assigning you to a specific location."

"Just as it seems they're about to make a decision, the staff member in the purple jumpsuit enters the room, holding a small device that looks like a miniature vacuum cleaner. "Ah, perfect timing," they say, their voice husky and seductive."

"I think I'll take care of the branding process myself. "They bring the device closer to your forehead, and the scent of latex intensifies as the device emits a soft humming noise."

This will be a unique opportunity for you to experience the full range of our customization options. "Their fingers stroke your cheek, tracing the outline of your features as they work their magic."

"The masked figure's fingers continue to stroke your face as the device works its magic. The humming noise grows louder, and you feel a strange sensation on your forehead, like a gentle burning that leaves behind a tingling sensation."

"As the branding process is completed, the screen displays your new identity: "Head-Hole-67"."

The masked figure grins, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "There you go, darling. You're now fully transformed into one of our many wonderful toys. A true work of art." "They caress your now featureless latex head, running their fingers over the open mouth."

"And what do you know? I think our boys in the mens changing room are going to love their newest addition." "They lean in closer, whispering seductively in your ear."

"Oh, how exciting this must be for all involved."

"The men in the changing room start to notice you, their eyes drawn to your featureless black latex head and the unmistakable aphrodisiac scent wafting from you. They exchange glances, smirking as they realize what you are and what you're there for."

"One of them steps forward, licking his lips as he approaches. "Well, well," he says, running his hand over your open mouth. "A brand-new toy for us to play with. What do you think, boys?""

His friends nod in approval, some adjusting themselves through their pants, clearly excited by the prospect of using you. "They start to gather around, touching and prodding at your latex body, their fingers brushing against your name: "Head-Hole-67.""

You feel a sense of detachment, like you're not even there anymore. You're just an object, a plaything for these men to use and abuse as they please. And somehow, deep down, it feels right.

"As you bob your head, pleasure and submission wash over you. Your mind becomes a haze of sensations, your body moving in perfect sync with the man's hips."

"The others watch, their eyes filled with lust and excitement. They know it's their turn next, and they can hardly contain themselves. As the first man finishes, grunting loudly as he ejaculates into your open mouth hole, another steps forward to take his place."

"Each man uses you in turn, their bodies intermingling with yours as they enjoy the pleasures of having a toy like you at their disposal. The masked figure watches from a distance, their satisfaction evident as they witness the scene unfolding before them."

"And in that moment, you realize that this is your new life. You're not a person anymore; you're just a rubber doll, made for the pleasure and use of anyone who desires you."

"The man who relieves himself in your mouth chuckles, clearly amused by the situation. "Well," he says, zipping up his pants, "I've never had such a willing and enthusiastic toilet before.""

"His friends laugh along with him, clapping you on your latex body as they move away to let others take their turn."

"As the hours pass, it becomes a blur of bodies and pleasure. Men using you, then moving away, only for another to take their place. You find yourself swallowing more and more cum, feeling your chastity cage pulsate with each new load deposited into your mouth hole."

"And through it all, you remain in this strange state of detachment, both humiliated and aroused by your new existence. It's hard to remember who - or what - you were before Rubber.INC took you in and transformed you into its newest toy."