In the heart of the night, Raven stood in her dimly lit bedroom, the canvas of her face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle. She was deep in thought, holding in her hands a cursed latex catsuit, contemplating the consequence of wearing it. A figure in the room with Raven was obscured by shadow, only her red glowing eyes and shiny black lips visible. "You and I both know, you want this," the figure said in a seductive tone, extending her hand from the shadows into the dim red light.
The figure was Riss, Raven's evil twin, created by the sorcerer herself. Riss was a mirror image of Raven, but with a few key differences. Her facial expressions always carried a hint of perversion or the sinister. Raven's body tensed for a moment as her eyes locked on Riss's black glossy lips, the urge and anticipation to obey any orders that emitted from them matched her aching need to kiss them.
Raven's red eyes began to move away from the bemused lips and tried to drink in the rest of Riss's latex clad form. The tightness and shine of Riss's enclosed body made Raven's legs feel weak as she bit her lip at this display of shadowy lust.
Riss started to stride slowly towards Raven, her hips communicating the absolute control she had on Ravens attention. Each step ended in a metal click generated by the metal heel of her shoes striking the floor. Ravens heart quickened its pace with each step, she was trembling.
"This can't be right, this feels to good, I can't do this, whats wrong with me, I'll never be normal again, She will control me forever, I won't be able to escape, no no nooooooooooo!" Raven shuts her eyes tightly and keeps them shut, as the metal clicking got closer and closer.
The final metal click echoed. A soft delicate latex clad hand rested on her cheek. Raven opened her eyes, the face she laid eyes on was a perverse and comforting version of her own face. "You won't be alone and you know I won't do anything that I or yourself won't enjoy".
Raven stopped trembling. She had seen this face before in the mirror before she created Riss. Timidly she moved her naked right hand to caress Riss's right cheek, it was warm and inviting.
Riss is made of her darker aspects given autonomy. Even her most evil and destructive parts of herself reinforce her good aspects. The dark parts of her mind rewards her when she overcomes the evils of others, to enjoy and revel in a hard fought victory. Ravens darkness was her sword and shield, it temped her to do wrong but for her own benefit. To deny Riss would mean Raven is worse then evil. It would mean she is a hypocrite.
She loosened her grip that was holding the latex catsuit, she broke eye contact from Riss and took a step back braking the physical contact. Riss changed her posture, her arms now crossed, one leg extended and straightened to the left, to convey a mix of arousal, amusement and impatiences with a smirk.
Raven stretched the neck opening of the suit and slipped her right foot in first. A chill of excitement passed over her body as her foot found purchase. The process of Raven dawning the suit was not as glamorous as Riss would have liked but still amusing, she had to restrain herself from diving to catch Raven who almost fell putting on the suit.
As Riss watched Raven struggling with the shiny suit, she realized the implication of what is happening. Raven is the origin of her new independent life and soul, Raven was going to give control of herself to Riss. Her first instinct was imagining the new and selfish acts she could now indulge using her makers body as a tool, but her newfound anatomy give a better understanding of her maker.
Raven would never use someone for selfish gain, she would never attack or destroy without moral cause. She was always ashamed of her darker self, and now was trusting her darker aspect to control her desires and life.
Still watching Raven fumbling with the suit, she remembers being a part of Raven. Always being held at bay, always kept in check. The dark parts of Ravens mind resented the light side. In retrospect Riss could now take revenge on her maker because she is now in command.
Raven moved to the bed almost done setting the suit in proper place on her body. Riss thought how good it could feel to start hurting her maker for the years of restraint, she moved her latex clad hands over her own new body, the sensations were intoxicating. She then pinched her nipple, a controlled mix of pleasure and pain. Taking revenge on Raven after being granted a life and soul of her own, not to mention submitting herself to Riss's control.
The thought began to sicken her. Raven earned Riss protection, trust and love. Who could give so much to a unwanted part of herself? Riss may have been made from evil but she can now define what that means.
Raven still on the bed but now content with where the suit rests on her body.
"Your ass is mine now Raven, and I know what I am about to do to you will feel amazing," Riss thought.
As Raven lay on the bed, she felt a surge of arousal wash over her, a familiar sensation that both terrified and thrilled her. Her black lips quivered, luscious black lipstick that glistened under the dim light, a stark contrast to her pale skin.
Riss stood before her, clad in the same tight latex catsuit, a mirror image of herself but with a wicked lustful gleam in her eyes. She can control Ravens body and force a constant state of arousal.
"I'm going to torture this bitch with pleasure and shes going to love it," Riss thought.
Raven did not expect any of the sensations she was feeling, she was already sweating, the arousal was sharp and focused. Riss loved the panic and lust in Raven eyes she could force without even touching her.
Raven tried to muster some control and started to move her left hand to her moistening folds.
"Naughty slut," Riss said, and Raven's arms fell limp to her sides while the arousal just kept rising. She whimpered.
"Oh does my latex fuck toy want to ask me something?" The evil mistress watched with delight as her slave squirmed and writhed on the bed, unable to touch herself and forbidden from reaching orgasm without permission. She reveled in the frustration that danced in Raven's eyes, the desperation for release that consumed her.
With a cruel smile on her dark shiny lips, as Riss began to touch herself in a slow seductive manner knowing full well that Raven could not look away. This display of sensuality was tortuous for Raven to behold, her arousal felt life threatening, in her mind if she can't cum she shall surly die. Riss's control was dehumanizing. Raven wanted to beg for a orgasm, but all that escaped her lips were moans and wails. Riss increased the tempo of her bodies indulgence, knowing Ravens mind was deteriorating due to lust and need. Raven was now salivating, moans and wails had devolved into random uncontrolled sounds. The newly clad and bound sex slave was viciously bucking her hips trying to find stimulation and climax. Riss now comfortable in her new role as mistress starts to violently masturbate, relishing in the sight of her slave's needy expressions. Raven could only watch helplessly as her body ached for her mistress. Riss nearing climax, bellows a low beast like moan fills the room. When the evil twin finally reached climax a sigh of relief replaced the moan, and relaxed satisfaction was painted across her face in sweat.
She lock eyes with her helpless slave, "I order you to orgasm over and over until you pass out slave"."What!?" the first intelligible word to leave Raven's mouth in many hours of pleasure based torture. Raven's body obeyed, convulsing in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her."Fuuuucccckkk", she moaned and writhed under the relentless assault, her mind hammered by orgasms. As she finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, her consciousness slipping away, she knew that she was truly enslaved to her new mistress. Just the way she fantasized, happily trapped in latex. When raven wakes up she will be held and kept safe in the arms of her new mistress Riss. "We have only just begun my brave slave" she gently cooed.