Erica the Ninja Queen strode down the hall running between the design studios, flush with the sense of her own power, gleaming red latex covered ass curving deliciously out of the deep black rubber of her thigh high spike heeled boots, which until just shortly had been locked around the bound and helpless Jim in his Hammer guise. Her red ponytail swished back and forth in a fiery sweep under the bright overhead lights, and her lips curved with a dangerouse and satisfied smile of a huntress. Jessica had found her center of self-confidence, as Erica the Ninja Queen. "Jessica!" Her steps faltered and she stopped, turning to glance back towards the voice that had called out to her. It was Diane. Peeking her head out of the second studio door, deep brown eyes peering over her old-fashioned horn-rimmed reading glasses leashed to her neck by a slender golden chain, cute black bob showing glossy highlights which suddenly made Jessica want to stroke it, to pet her like some well groomed feline. "Jessica, can you help me? Evelyn went home early today sick, and I just can't seem to get the Crystal out of today's costume." Diane pressed her dusky red lips together in a frustrated smile and motioned behind her. Crystal, the buxum blonde bimbo who had taken advantage of her when she was manacled to that damn rock. Crystal, whose breasts and bleached blonde hair were both too big to be natural. Jessica turned and walked over to Diane, loosing a little of Erica's forthright step and looking hesitantly into the next studio. She had never been in the other two studios, but at a glance, it looked like a carbon copy of her own. Except for the figure outlined in bright lights up on the cental dais. "I don't know how the designers come up with these costumes, darling, but I know they never give a wit as to how easy they are to get in and out of." Diane let the door swing closed, and walked in front of Jessica towards the dais, her well-rounded lycra covered ass sliding under a long grey sweatshirt, deep black lycra leggings catching glints of the studio lights from the bottom of her derriere to her toned calves. The leggings disappeared into the scrunched up wool of Diane's socks and the bright white leather of her running shoes. "Dammit, Diane, Get me out of here!" Jessica heard the figure on the dais whine. Following Diane, she felt her breath quicken as she looked at the costume Crystal was stuck in. Spanning the full width of the dais and pushing up into the rafters above were a pair of huge white wings. Gleaming with gilt edges, it looked like they were made out of rubber. They were suspended by steel rings connected to a hoist and crossbar high above. Crystal was wearing the wings, or they were wearing her, it was hard to tell. Suspended with her arms raised and embedded in the wings, Crystal stood, wearing a hot pink latex tanksuit, breasts straining against a low cut pink rubber front which barely contained them, tan legs shining with sweat in the harsh lights of the dais, up on her toes in a pair of calf high white patent go-go boots. Only her eyes and glossy pink lips were visible under a lifelike dove mask, complete with beak and gold-flecked feathers. She wriggled against the constraint of the rubber wings pinioning her arms, her breasts outlined by criss-crossed white rubber straps running tauntly between them. Jessica could see Crystal's nipples, hard and aroused beneath the thin pink latex. "Now, now, Crystal. No reason to get upset, I've gotten some help to get you down. I know your arms must be tired, it was a long session today, wasn't it?" Diane soothed as she jumped up on the dias and moved behind the spread of Crystal's rubber wings, trying to find where the straps holding them onto her torso were fastened. "Did you have to bring her!" Crystal's beak turned to point at Jessica, standing with one heeled foot on the edge of the stage, leaning onto her knee, trying not to laugh at Crystal's predicament. "Jessica was kind enough to help, Crystal, don't be rude." Diane slightly admonishing whiskey and smokes purr came from behind Crystal. "What do you think of Crystal's costume, Jessica? The designers finally are putting some non-combatent figures into the line. Crystal here is the Power Dove of Peace." Jessica couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out loud, before smothering her giggles under her latex gloved palms. "Well, nobody asked your opinion Miss Pert Ass Ninja!" Crystal snapped and jerked her arms, causing her breasts to heave, the twin mounds dangerously close to escaping the hold of the pink latex tank suit, while the expansive white rubber wings swaying above her, causing the attached hoist chains to rattle and clink. "Crystal, hold still!" Diane scolded her. Jessica stifling her giggles, leaped up onto the dais in one fluid movement, making both Diane and Crystal pause. Ponytail swinging, Jessica strode up to Crystal, heels clicking, hips swaying in a seductive and confident rhythm of red latex and black rubber. She was every inch Erica the Ninja Queen once again. "Diane..." Jessica drawled out, slow and sensuously, "Why don't you let me get Crystal down, I know you still have to cleanup our studio, and I'm sure Crystal won't mind." She caught Crystal's birdmasked eyes with an intense gaze, cutting off any protest she was about to utter. "Well, it would let me get home on time. You don't mind Crystal?" Diane stopped her investigation of Crystal's costume and walked to the edge of the dais. "Oh, I'm sure it's okay with Crystal. Run along Diane, I'll take care of everything." Jessica moved in closer to Crystal catching her eye and then glancing down deliberately at her heaving pink rubber covered breasts. "Well, that's just great Jessica! Thanks, dear, I owe you one." Diane stepped down off the dais, and was across the floor and to the door in a moment. "See you darlings tomorrow!" With a quick wave and a bang of the closing door she was gone. Jessica's deep red lips twisted in a wicked smile as she realized that Diane would be finding the "mess" she left in the other studio; Jim "the Hammer," bound, cock and balls exposed and held by the tight waistband of his black rubber leggings, splattered with his own cum, probably cooking up some hasty explanation as to why he was stuck in such a compromising position. "Crystal, you do look cute, as the Power Dove of Peace, don't you?" Jessica reached up a red gloved hand and stoked Crystal's left nipple, rubbing the tight pink latex across it, "Oh, and your nipples are soooo hard too!" Jessica smiled from beneath her rubber half-hood, tiara sparkling in the bright lights, possessed by the fierce and erotic spirit of Erica the Ninja Queen. Crystal moaned, and tried to twist her huge breasts away from Jessica's pinching fingers, rattling the chains above them. "What do you think you're doing...?" she moaned, white booted heels stamping on the dais floor, trying to steady herself. "Oh, I'm helping you out of your predicament, Dove." Jessica raised her other hand and began squeezing Crystal's breasts together, the rubber of her glove hands squeaking against the tight pink latex. She moved a rubber booted leg forward and pressed it between Crystal's tanned and sweat-sheened thighs, rubbing it against Crystal's latex covered crotch. Crystal moaned and squeezed her thighs around Jessica's booted leg, dove-masked head turned to the side, beak low, pink gloss covered lips quivering with the intense pleasure she was deriving from Jessica's attentions. Jessica moved her leg back and forth as Crystal squeezed her thighs and bumped and humped her quickly moistening pussy, held packed under tight pink rubber, over the gleaming black rubber of her thigh high spike heeled boots. "That's it Dove, ride my leg, get your pussy nice and wet..." Jessica hissed, and hooking her red latex gloved fingers under the tight pink latex at Crystal's cleavage, yanked down, so that Crystal's huge breasts popped out, both nipples hard and wrinkled nubs of arousal. She then released the rubber tank top, letting it slide across the sweat slicked underside of Crystal's tits, until it snapped tightly into place underneath them, pushing them up. Crystal yelped and then moaned, pussy still bumping and grinding, as Jessica caught her nipples between her fingers and began pinching them, fingers splayed to the sides, gripping the ripe curves of Crystal's unbelievable breasts. "Is this helping, Dove? I know your session must have been long and boring. Didn't any of the designers come up to stroke your pussy while you were waiting for them to finish lunch?" Jessica said in a contemptuous voice. "No, they didn't touch me...Erica!" Crystal jerked, white rubber wings swaying under the lights, going up on her booted toes, ass clenched around Jessica's thigh as the sensations of her throbbing pussy and clit reached a crescendo. She screamed as her cunt quivered with the waves of an intense climax. Jessica smiled and reached around and behind Crystal to grab her ass, pulling up the tight rubber of the tank suit until it was wedged between Crystal's round ass cheeks, lifting her by the thong of the suit, yanking Crystal towards her. Crystal yelled again, as the orgasm kept going, her tanned thighs sliding over the top of Jessica's boots and gliding down onto the slick surface of Jessica's red latex covered thigh, stopping as the her hips ground to a stop against Jessica's. Jessica bit her lip in pleasure as Crystal's leg pressed against her pussy, throbbing and moist under the tight red latex of the catsuit's zippered crotch. "Good Dove, Good! Cum for me! You know you want to!" Jessica pulled at Crystal's hips and leaned forward to suck in one of her bouncing nipples, as Crystal's torso was pulled back by the constraining wings. Crystal shuddered and jerked against Jessica, writhing in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed powerfully from her pussy to her toes, and rebounded up to the tip of her pink flushed ears, hidden under the white rubber and feathers of the dove mask. Her breasts and body tingled all over from the climax. She gasped as her boot heels slipped on the floor and she hung from the wings encasing her arms, the white rubber cross straps tugging up under her heaving tits, her latex covered pussy grinding with the full weight of her voluptuous body against Jessica's thigh and hip. "Good Dove! Good!" Jessica pulled hard on Crystal's hips, using Crystal's sweaty thigh to stroke her own pussy. Her eyes closed with pleasure, she licked her deep red lips and moaned. She jerked Crystal against her, smashing her huge breasts pushed up by the pink latex against her own red rubber covered tits. Beginning to pant, she felt her wet pussy, sliding against the tight zippered crotch of the catsuit throb and tingle. She was about to orgasm with the Power Dove of Peace! Jessica opened her eyes, and abruptly pushed Crystal away. Fighting to slow her rapid breathing, and clear her lust fogged mind. Moving back from Crystal, she stared at her flushed and naked breasts, and pouting full pink glossed lips. Crystal turned the Dove's mask sideways to gaze at Erica the Ninja Queen, standing in front of her, in catsuited glory. Jessica suddenly focused on the hoist control hanging down behind the dias. Lips twisting into a nasty smile, she strode past Crystal trying not to notice the slide of the tight red latex catsuit crotch against her already tingling clit, or the tight sweaty pull of the rubber against her nipples and ass. "What are you doing?" Crystal stammered out. She was still woozy from the intense climax that had electrified her body. "Why, getting you down, Dove." Jessica sneered. Grabbing the heavy control, she slammed a gloved palm down onto one of the large buttons. The hoist above them whined into motion, and Crystal yelped as her go-go booted heels left the floor. Jessica laughed and hit the stop button, watching as Crystal swung above the dais, suspended by the large white and gold rubber wings strapped across her chest. Her white booted heels at least a foot above the dais, Crystal twisted against the wings binding her, legs scissoring, and moaned as the pink rubber crotch of the tank suit slid wetly between her pussy lips and pressed slickly against her clit. "Oh, sorry Dove. Wrong button!" Jessica looked down at the control and pressed another button. The hoist whirred into life again, and with chains clanking, Crystal was lowered to the floor, boot heels catching and then she was standing. The short white rubber beak of her Dove's mask turning back and forth, trying to see what Jessica was doing behind her. Jessica kept her palm pressed firmly against the drop button, smiling as the heavy rubber wings continued to drop, forcing Crystal to crouch down. Crystal began swearing as the drag of the descending wings caused her butt to hit the dais floor, and her go-go booted feet stuck out in front of her. The wings continued down till they lay flat on the dais above Crystal's struggling body. The weight and strapping of the wings had her back pressed to the floor, while she kicked her boots and wriggled her hips in an attempt to get free. "Dove, relax. I'm just helping you out." Jessica let the control swing free of her gloved hand and walked over to the prone Crystal. Crystal's masked head swung towards Jessica, the blunt white rubber beak softly gleaming in the stong light. "Jessica, let me go, I'm mean it! My arms are tired and I have to go pee!" Crystal beat her heels against the floor in a staccatto of frustration. "Oh, I will, Dove." Jessica soothed, as she lifted one heel over Crystal's supine form, standing astride her, facing her hooded head and naked sweat slicked breasts. "I just want you to finish something for me..." Reaching down to the oh so convenient zipper in the crotch of her catsuit, Jessica peeled it open, letting her throbbing pussy lips and clit free, sucking in her breath as the cold air kissed them. "Wait, you can't do this!" Crystal began to protest, but was quickly muffled as Jessica crouched, and pressed her dripping pussy directly over Crystal's full pink glossed lips. "Dove, you owe me this!" Jessica hissed, and grabbing the Dove mask, she pulled Crystal's head against her naked slit. Crystal, realizing that it was useless to resist, struck out her hot wet tongue and began sliding it in and out of Jessica's moist cunt. Jessica's red latex covered ass bounced against Crystal's huge breasts as she moved against her tongue. Moaning, she gasped as Crystal paused to suck on her tingling clit. "Yes, Dove, that's it, suck me!" She began gyrating her hips, and groaned with pleasure. Sliding forward as Crystal resumed servicing her slit, Jessica gasped as the soft rubber beak of her Dove's mask pressed against her clit. Moving her hips in increasingly frenzied jerks, Jessica let go of Crystal's head and leaned back, red gloved hands grabbing tightly onto Crystal's tanned and sweating thighs, pushing her hips forward until the beak was rubbing her clit in rhythm with Crystal's tongue lashing. Jessica's black rubber booted feet slid forward on either side of Crystal's head, until the heels pressed sharply into the soft white rubber wings, catching there. Panting with lust, Jessica pressed forward, her rubber covered ass bouncing on Crystal's tits, and screamed with the intensity of the feeling radiating from her clit and pussy. "Wait....Wait! Dove!" Jessica pulled back from Crystal's probing tongue and pulled her heels back until she was crouched once again over Crystal's heaving and flushed breasts. Caressing the side of the Dove mask, Jessica stared down into Crystal's eyes and smiled tenderly. "You really are doing well, Dove, but I think you should be enjoying this as much as I am..." Jessica spun around till her ass was at Crystal's face, and her lips were poised above Crystal's pussy. Grabbing the tight strip of pink latex, she pulled it up and to the side, so that Crystal's engorged pussy lips and clit were naked to the air. Pressing her ass down and back she smiled and closed her eyes as Crystal's tongue once more began sliding up and down, and in and out of her pulsing pussy. Opening her eyes, trying to concentrate, she stuck out her wet tongue and began licking Crystal's pussy, grinning as she heard and felt the buzz of Crystal's moan against her own pubic mound. In a quickening frenzy, they both began sucking and licking like rubber coated demons, their twin moans and gasps muffled by the other's pussy pressed tightly against their lips. Jessica felt the presaging tingle of her orgasm, and rocked her red latex covered ass back hard against Crystal, unable to stop herself in the grinding need to reach climax. She sucked hard on Crystal's clit as she did this, gloved hands above her head and gripped tightly around Crystal's white go-go booted ankles. Crystal jerked her head forward as she felt Jessica's teeth bump her clit, and yelled as her own pulsating vagina chimed in to an intense and toe-curling climax. The soft white beak of the Dove's mask, lubed by the slide of Jessica's pussy from before, pushed forward. Jessica's eyes flew open with surprise and she began jerking uncontrollably in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm as the rubber beak slid into her asshole. Gasping, her ass cheeks quivered around the intruding beak as Crystal groaned and plunged her tongue deep into Jessica's clenching pussy, unaware that she was pressing the rubber beak deeper and deeper into Jessica's ass. Jessica screamed and came with such intensity that the world faded around her, and she was only aware of her pulsing cunt, throbbing clit, and the lubed slide of the rubber beak up her ass. Moaning she cried, leaning her half-hooded head against Crystal's tan thigh as she was overwhelmed and undone by the orgasm. She lay panting, impaled, slowly brought back to focus by the sounds of Crystal's own climax. She sat up, pressing her ass down on the rubber beak and began rubbing and tweaking Crystal's clit with her pussy slicked red latex gloved fingers. Crystal screamed beneath her, and jerked her hips as she was rocked by an orgasm even stronger than the last. Jessica closed her eyes in an attempt to collect herself, unable and unwilling to admit how much the accidental penitration had effected her. Slowly lifting herself off of the rubber beak, she reached underneath Crystal and popped off the restraining clip on the straps holding the wings tightly to her arms. Lifting an unsteading leg over Crystal's hips, she sat down next to her, pussy and ass tingling, head in her hands. Crystal sighed in relief and pulled her arms out of the wings, wincing as the white rubber straps slid across her sensitive nipples. She sat up pulled off the Dove mask and began massaging her arms, glancing sideways over at Jessica. Jessica looked up at Crystal with embarrassment, and began to apologize, "Crystal, I don't know what got into me..." Crystal stared at Jessica, and muttered, "Bitch..." Pulling up the tank suit top, she pushed her breasts back inside the hugging pink latex and turned on Jessica. "You were fantastic!" Crystal grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and hugged her, kissing her full on the lips, as Jessica's eyes widened in surprise. They released each other and both began laughing, eyes bright with the afterglow of good sex. They both turned and looked at the large white rubber and gilt wings laying next to them. "And I thought my costumes were outrageous!" Jessica blurted out. And with that, they both collapsed into hysterical laughter and hugged again, sweaty, tired and satisfied. Sitting in the bright lights of the dias, the two rubberized women were completely in the moment, and loving it. Diane smiled from where she was watching the two from the just barely opened studio door. Things were progressing nicely, and after finding Jim in his state of erotic disrepair, Diane knew that Jessica had exceeded her expectations once again. Tomorrow, the Wicked Widow would introduce Erica the Ninja Queen to her own special style of rubber bondage. And if she was right, Jessica would be powerless to resist. Licking her lips in anticipation, Diane let the studio door click quietly shut, abruptly shutting off the sounds of the women's laughter.