Short story

"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 look around, you can see that the lobby is empty and silent, except for the strange sounds echoing down the hallways. You call out, but there's no answer. Suddenly, you spot a clipboard on the reception desk with a note addressed to you. It reads: "Welcome to Rubber.INC! We hope you enjoy your stay as our guest. Please make your way to the dressing room to get fitted for your new uniform.""

"As you head towards the dressing room, you notice that the hallways are eerily quiet, except for the faint sound of moaning and rubber creaking. You come across a staff member dressed head to toe in tight, black rubber, complete with a gas mask and breathing apparatus. They smile flirtatiously at you. "Hello there, welcome to Rubber.INC! Is there something you need assistance with?" they ask."

"The staff member chuckles, their voice sultry as they respond. "Oh honey, you're in for a treat! I've worked here at Rubber.INC for years, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else. This place is our kingdom, and we have the best time playing with all our guests." They lean in close, their breath hot and stale against your ear. "As for how I got here... well, one day I just woke up, and suddenly, I was one of the staff!" With that, they wink and stride off down the hall, leaving you to continue on your way."

"You quickly follow the staff member's bouncing behind, trying to get a better look at her. The heel of her boot catches on the smooth floor and she stumbles slightly, offering you an even better glimpse of her skin-tight suit before recovering." "What exactly do you want to know, my dear?" "she purrs, turning back towards you with a hungry grin".

"The staff member's grin widens, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, honey, there's no exit here. Rubber.INC is a place where you can let loose and play without any worries! We want you to stay here forever, basking in the pleasure and pain that we offer." She steps closer, her breath hot on your lips as she leers at you. "You're one of us now, and this is your forever home." With that, she grabs you firmly by the shoulder and steers you further into the depths of Rubber.INC."

"The staff member's face darkens, her glassy eyes narrowing into slits. "Now, now, there's no need to struggle, my dear. We simply want you to enjoy yourself here." She tightens her grip on your shoulder, twisting it sharply and forcing you to wince in pain. "Resistance is futile, sweetie. You're with us now." She lets go of you abruptly, laughing as she walks back down the hall."

"You wander around the lobby, taking in the sights and sounds of Rubber.INC. The walls are covered in neon lights that pulse and flicker, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the floor. You notice a door marked "Recreation Room" with a sign next to it that reads: "Come on in and let loose!" There's also a hallway leading deeper into the facility, its darkness only broken by occasional glimmers of light coming from further down."

"As you continue to explore, you come across several staff members who seem to be monitoring the area. They're all wearing tight, skintight uniforms that highlight their bodies, and they move with a predatory grace that makes you shiver."

*You decide to head down the dark hallway, curious about what lies beyond.

"As you continue down the dark hallway, the hum of voices and laughter grows louder. Eventually, you reach a large room filled with people in tight rubber outfits, their faces obscured by masks. The room is dimly lit, giving it an almost surreal atmosphere."

"The people in the room are grouped together in small clumps, engaged in various activities. Some are stroking each other with gloved hands, while others strap rubber restraints onto one another or force them to wear inflated suits that constrict their movements."

*You hesitantly step into the room, feeling as though you've entered a different world entirely. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sensations around you - the sight of so many exposed bodies, the smell of rubber and sweat, the sound of soft groans

"the soft groans and heavy breathing of those around you. You notice that many of the people in the room are locked into their tight rubber costumes, unable to escape them as they become more constricting and restrictive."

"One of the staff members approaches you, their eyes raking over your body appraisingly. They reach out a gloved hand and touch your thigh, giving it a squeeze."Newcomer, huh?" they say with a smile, their voice low and sultry. "Why don't you join in? It's all part of the Rubber.INC experience!" They motion towards a group of people who seem to be engaging in some sort of bondage play, one person kneeling while another straps restraints around their legs."

"Do you..."

"You hesitate, feeling your face grow warm with embarrassment. Despite your initial reluctance, the atmosphere in the room is undeniably seductive, and you can't help but feel drawn towards it."

"Taking a deep breath, you nod to the staff member and walk over to the group where someone is being restrained. As you approach, the person kneeling down looks up at you with an eager smile, their eyes glinting with anticipation. "Come join us," they say, patting the space next to them on the floor."

*As you sit down next to them, they begin to strap a pair of rubber gloves onto your hands, their movements efficient and practiced. The smell of rubber grows stronger as they fasten the restraints around your wrists, leaving you unable to move your

"hands. The feeling of being locked in is both strange and slightly liberating, as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders."

"The person who was restraining you now moves on to strap an inflatable collar around your neck, causing your breathing to become shallow and rapid at the pressure buildup. They then attach a small ball gag in your mouth, muffling your sounds and leaving you feeling vulnerable yet content."

"As the group resumes its bondage play, you find yourself getting more into it as time goes on, the tight confines of your suit fitting you like a second skin. You're not sure if it's the outfit or the company, but for some reason, everything just feels right."