USS Lovecraft, Mermaid Atoll, Puerto Rico
Ever since Mary had woken up that morning with a start, she felt entirely new. It was like her very self had somehow changed. She had slept in, and while the old Mary would have positively freaked out over this irresponsible, uncharacteristic act, that morning she had simply took her time to stretch slowly and she looked around her room. There was no sense of urgency for the young woman. Her slit still itched, despite sleeping with only a shirt on, but that was before she had found the new pair of rubber panties she currently wore. It was as if they were a gift from God himself, but there was a growing part of her that scoffed at the very notion such a deity existed.
Perhaps it had something to do with the strangely erotic dream she had experienced the night before. As Mary began her day, she thought back to it and couldn't shake the sensation of how real it all felt.
In the dream, Mary had been awoken in the middle of the night by a brilliant bright light shining in from the tiny window in her crew cabin that she had shared with Diana and James. The devout woman had gotten up, stripped off every article of her clothing and proceeded to make her way up to the main deck of the ship as if she was being guided by some strange, unknown force.
Upon reaching the main deck, Mary looked up and had to shield her eyes from the near-blinding light in the sky that dwarfed any light being given off by the stars or the full moon. It was then that the light began to lower slowly onto the ship and as it did, the brilliant glow began to fade. The light had finally set down directly in front of Mary and the woman could finally see to her astonishment that it was none other but an angel that had appeared before her. Mary instantly dropped to her knees and began to pray in front of the heavenly creature that was completely white from the top of her scalp to her high-heeled feet. The angel's pure white body had a glossy sheen to it, taking on an ultra-smooth, rubber surface.
Finally, the angel stopped looking down at Mary with her cold, featureless eyes and haughty glare to her face. The feminine creature finally spoke in what could only be described as a pure, beautiful, yet stern voice. It told Mary that she was no longer welcomed in God's kingdom and that she would be forever cast out. Mary, tears welling in her eyes, had begged the question of why her lord and savior had done this, but the angel's only response was that the decision had been made. Mary began to sob uncontrollably, begging an pleading the angel to be given the chance to redeem herself for whatever she had done for her soul to be forever cast out of paradise, but the blinding light returned and soon, the winged-creature disappeared and left Mary in the cool sea air naked and alone.
All Mary could hear as she had been left alone was her desperate sobbing, while thousands of questions plagued her troubled mind about what she could have possibly done to fall out of favor with the Almighty? She felt like a large piece of her had been taken away, and that she would live the rest of her life feeling completely lost without it.
"Poor, poor Mary. What a poor, lost soul," a low, husky voice that seemed strangely familiar to Mary called out of the darkness and Mary looked around frantically through her red, tear-stained eyes for its source.
To Mary's utter horror, all of the pitch-dark shadows caused by the night's full moon seemed to creep in on themselves and slowly flow towards a single area on the ship's deck that was just a few feet away from where the troubled woman knelt. The shadows began to form a small black pool, and soon it started to boil and bubble, steam rising from its inky surface. Mary knew she should alert the others on the ship to this latest development, but she was frozen in place.
Mary doubled back in shock, from out of the inky black pool rose a glistening, black form that slowly began to morph into a shapely, female figure. Like the angel before, this woman had glossy, rubbery skin but while the angel was pure white this figure that had risen up from the inky, shadowy pool was black in its truest sense. Finally, the figure's metamorphosis was complete as she rolled her head from side to side, small, devil-like horns sprouted from her glossy forehead and a barbed tail formed from her round, heart-shaped ass. Mary couldn't believe the sight before her eyes, and made the costly mistake of gasping at the obvious devil woman's sudden appearance.
The devil woman turned her head and smiled a grin of utter sexual debasement at Mary. Instinctively, the kneeling, nude woman knew she had to get away from this nightmarish vision and started to fall back while getting to her feet when she felt movement behind her. Turning her head, she was stunned to find the pitch-black creature was somehow now standing directly next to her, perched on top of impossibly tall high heels that seemed to just be a part of her glossy body.
"Stop your weeping, Mary. That which you have placed so much of your faith in doesn't deserve those tears. You have been set free," the devil woman murmured, glancing down at the prone woman. The slight movement causing the woman's rubberized body to squeak ever so softly. Still, it wasn't the woman's curvaceous, rubbery body that struck Mary O'Day. It was still the oddly familiar voice.
Mary finally gathered enough nerve to look up into the devil woman's face and gasped yet again, this time her eyes grew wide as saucers. Staring down at her was a face Mary recognized even through a mask of glossy black rubber, that of Diana Prince! Diana smiled down at the poor woman and held out her clawed hand for Mary to take. In the same low, husky voice Diana tempted, "Please, Mary. Take my hand and I will show you a new, exciting world that will never abandon you. That much, I promise."
"Noooooo!" Mary whined, panic running through her voice and body as she tried to look for a place to run. If that was even possible against a creature that could seemingly be wherever she wanted to be?
"Why deny it, Mary? You will never be worthy in His eyes. I am offering you a world where you will feel no pain. Only the sweetest pleasures imaginable. And if there is pain, it will be you that will bring it about in others. The sweet, sweet pleasure of pain, Mary." the Diana Devil purred, and the voice seemed to echo inside of Mary.
At these words, a calm began to flow over Mary. The thought of taking the utter hurt and torment she had felt at the angel's scolding declaration and inflicting it on others. It appealed to her. She had been cast out of paradise and there was no going back. The angel had made that abundantly clear. It wasn't fair! It was unjust! What had she done to deserve such pain? In an instant, she felt herself begin to be overtaken by a strange, yet oddly pleasurable sensation. It was foreign to the devout woman, but she looked up into Diana's black, lidless eyes with a new, burning desire. To unleash the fire of her denied passions and cast aside the pain of righteousness. She wanted the perverse pleasure of sin!
It was then she realized just how wet her naked womanhood had become. Slowly but surely Mary brought her outstretched hand to the area just above her soaked slit, trembling with need.
"Yessss, Mary. That's it. Good girl," the Diana Devil coaxed the woman, as she began to rub her crotch with her inexperienced hands, "You have denied yourself the pleasures of the flesh for far too long. Now, take my hand and I will show you such wonderful things."
Mary looked back up at the Diana Devil with a look of pure, carnal sin in her eyes. She gladly took hold of the outstretched, clawed, rubbery hand and was soon guided to her feet. The Diana Devil wasted no time in taking Mary from behind, cupping a perky tit with her one hand, while she moved her other hand to the woman's pussy and felt just how wet she had become. Her tail coiled around Mary and kept her in place. Meanwhile, Mary moaned out loud into the cool night air, and allowed no resistance to what was being done to her. Mary's usual serene features had been taken over by a completely wicked grin that mimicked her devilish lover's behind her.
The two women squirmed and moaned, crying out in ecstasy as they continued to explore one another's bodies. Mary had completely given into the devil woman and the devil's desires in her heart, loving the sensation of clawed hands on her sensitive flesh. They teased, kneaded and caressed the once pious woman for all she was worth and, in turn, Mary was driven to new, euphoric heights of pleasure. Mary almost peaked when the Diana Devil sunk her pointed teeth into her neck, but instead, Mary just cried out once more in a wanton moan of sexual rapture.
Mary was so lost in her desire for more and more wondrous pleasure, that she never realized that the same, inky, rubbery blackness that was the Diana Devil's body had begun to consume her own naked one. Instead, the normally reserved and upstanding woman, continued to cry out like a slut in heat as the devilish creature behind her that shared Diana Prince's face teased and enticed her helpless, highly aroused body. The Diana Devil's tail uncoiled from around Mary's trembling body and the barbed tail took on the shape of a massive phallus. Mary's hands fell to her swollen pussy, that had already become as pitch black as the rest of her lower body as the slow inky blackness continued to creep over her.
"Say it, Mary," the Diana Devil whispered hotly into Mary's ear.
A wicked smile had spread over Mary's face and she whispered back, "Fuck me. Mmmmm..." she moaned. The rubbery blackness had found its way over her tits and was creeping its way to the woman's dainty neck, "I need you inside me!"
The Diana Devil saw how Mary was slowly becoming exactly like her, and she smiled her own wicked smile. The devil woman then spread Mary's legs apart and the meaty member at the tip of her tail began fucking the former devout woman hard. By this time the inky, glossy blackness had crept its way higher and higher until Mary's entire form was covered in the rubbery substance like a second skin. It didn't matter to the woman, though. All that mattered was the cock fucking her like the whore she was. She humped back like a madwoman, and soon, she felt her climax building inside of her.
Finally, Mary felt herself crashing over the edge of pleasure and she wailed in utter ecstasy as the mind-numbing orgasm overtook blasted through her worn-out body, mind and soul. She wailed like a banshee, much to the Diana Devil's delight and soon, the wicked devilish woman let Mary fall to the ground in a heap of exhausted lust. Mary continued to moan and coo to herself, still coming down from her intense orgasm. The Diana Devil looked down at the woman, who, like herself, now had glossy, rubbery skin from head to toe and she smiled contently at what the woman had become.
Little to Mary's knowledge, she too had sprouted small, sharp horns on from her shiny forehead.
That revelation inside her dream had been enough to shake her from her slumber, but she just figured that the dream had meant it had been far too long since she had taken a lover. The devout woman then went about getting ready for her day.
A few hours had passed and it was hard for Mary O'Day to stay on task without thinking back to her sinful dream as she strolled the tight corridors of the huge navy vessel. It was a relaxed, contented little walk and her whole demeanor was far removed from the uptight, little Bible-thumber she had been even twenty-four hours prior. Mary chalked up her change in demeanor to her change from the boring, itchy cotton panties to the new and exciting rubber ones that hugged her ass and crotch like a second layer of skin.
She was so lost in her thoughts about how great her new panties made her feel, as well as her strange dream, that she never saw one of the Navel officers making his way down the narrow passageway and the two nearly collided. Mary was shocked out of her distracted state, and tried to apologize but the man brushed her off and told her to watch where she was walking. She could then hear him make a comment under his breath about her going out of her way to push her confounded Bible on everyone but couldn't bother concentrating on the task at hand.
Mary turned her head at the man, who was already halfway down the long ship's corridor and leered at him with a new, fiery fury in her eyes. He had ruined the pleasant feelings she had been experiencing. In the past, she would have followed the Good Word and turned the other cheek, but a wicked scowl had formed on her face and a strange, utterly sinful idea popped in her head. Mary imaged taking that man and dominating him as her love slave! She imagined herself dressed in a skintight, latex catsuit with him tied up as her very own bondage slave. Mary wanted to treat him like the little worm he was!
Mary then gasped at her shocking fantasy, and also for how aroused she was becoming just thinking about doing something so wicked to a fellow officer. Still, she couldn't deny the need between her legs and she retreated to the nearest bathroom. Mary made sure there was no one around and soon had her pants down around her ankles and wasted little time in stuffing her hand down the front of her pants to take care of her own urgent needs. She tried to stay quiet, and had her teeth gnashed together, her face taking on an intense, wanton look of desperation as Mary desperately tried to bring herself off without anyone knowing. Still, her lewd moans could be heard just outside of the washroom where a smiling Diana Prince and her slave, James, stood with their own wicked smiles on their faces.
"Her corruption is coming along nicely," Diana purred, as she stroked James' face, "A few more nights of her 'dreams' brought about by my lasso, and she'll be begging to clean Her Majesty's toes with her tongue."