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Paging Dr Karen
🕑 Added 2016-11-12 03:03:50 +0000 UTC ... come to examination room two.Karen closed the copy of The Lancet that she had been perusing and carefully placed it down, ensuring it lined up with the edges of her desk. Untidiness was frowned upon by her owners and resulted in punishment, and she'd been a good girl for quite a while now, she couldn't remember when she'd last been subjected to a sweet ....delicious ... punishment .....
After a moments consideration she left the publication wide open on top of the keyboard. They would hopefully come up with something inventively diabolical for that transgression. Or maybe not for such a small thing.
Karen rose smoothly from her chair then quickly disarranged her desk and everything within reach before heading for the door. For good measure she knocked over the visitors chair on her way out.
She knew she made quite a sight as she stalked down the corridor to the examination room, her glossy black figure in stark contrast with the white and pastel tones of the interior.
Slick glossy black latex swathed her from head to toe, beyond skintight and completely seamless. Literally sprayed onto her skin it had bonded with her flesh forming a permanent rubber prison from which there was no escape. Extremely tough, rigid, carbon fiber and kevlar weave formed the severe corset, neck corset, cuffs and heelless ballet boots laminated into her thick rubber skin, combining with the graphene content of the rubber compound to form an impenetrable carapace that not even the sharpest blade could scratch.
The same revolutionary rubber compound that made up her outer 'skin' extended deep inside her body as well, carefully sculpted, liberally coated with the liquid form of the compound as a lubricant upon insertion and outer layers inflated with more of the same to ensure an air- and water- tight fit. In addition to the compounds property of bonding to living tissue, mushroom shaped bladders around the ends of her breathing, feeding and waste tubes locked them securely in place inside her, once the rubber that filled them had cured they could never be removed.
The latest technological advancements had been incorporated into her own personal rubber prison, tiny speakers in the the plugs that filled her ears transferred the sounds from the audio pickups embedded just under the outer surface of her thick 'hood'. Likewise she could 'see' via the optical sensors over her eyes, the information transmitted to the contact lenses that had been placed in her eyes just before they were permanently sealed shut under impenetrable rubber. Sound & vision could also be transmitted via wireless, overriding her normal 'senses'.
Her face had been sprayed repeatedly to build up a thick mask clamped tight to her beautiful face, erasing her identity. She now breathed and was fed through access ports concealed beneath her chin.
The finishing touch was the rings fashioned of titanium alloy, screwed and glued into the collar, cuffs, corset and boots now locked irrevocably to her rubberised body.
Diminished, reduced to nothing more than a remote controlled rubber bondage doll to her own exacting specifications, in a state of permanent arousal, she was now 'free' to begin her lifetime servitude as the Resorts doctor.
Karen made her way to the examination room, toe boots clicking on the floor and the soft whisper of her breathing through the concealed breathing ports the only sounds she was capable of making.
Text popped up across her vision, "Message received, loud and clear. Status being updated."
Her heart did a backflip in her chest. That sounded a lot more than she'd been expecting (hoping for?), muscles tightened almost painfully around the massive plugs inside her as she wondered on the meaning of that all too brief message. One thing was clear, she'd wanted punishment and it looked like she was going to get it. In spades.
She reached examination room two, almost giddy with anticipation over her upcoming 'status update'.
A young woman in a PVC bikini was lying on the exam bench, her eyes widening and pupils dilating at the sight of the completely rubberised physician. Karen signed to the rubber clad nurse in attendance, the only form of communication she was now capable of.
Nurse Foxy replied.
"Her name is Nadia. She sprained her ankle while walking in heels on the beach."
