The steam-filled chamber enveloped Evelyn in a sultry haze, the warm water cascading over her lush curves like a lover's caress.
Her blonde hair clung to her shoulders, droplets tracing the swell of her full breasts and the gentle curve of her hips.
The crimson dress lay folded on a nearby bench, a promise of the role she had accepted.
As she ran her hands over her skin, savoring the heat, the door creaked open, and a woman stepped into the misty room.
She was striking, her white hair flowing like liquid moonlight, framing a face both sharp and alluring.
Her tall, muscular frame was clad in a sheer black robe that did little to conceal her powerful physique—broad shoulders, thick thighs, and a pronounced bulge at her crotch.
Her amber eyes gleamed with quiet authority, and her lips curved into a knowing smile.
Evelyn gasped, her hands instinctively covering her nakedness, her breasts pressed against her arms, her cheeks flushing under the woman's gaze.
"No need for modesty," the woman purred, her voice a low, velvety rumble that sent a shiver through Evelyn. "I'm Sable, here to groom you. It's part of the process." Her eyes roamed over Evelyn's body, lingering on the soft curve of her waist, the damp sheen of her skin.
Evelyn's heart raced.
She nodded, stepping out of the shower, the water dripping from her body in rivulets that caught the dim light. Sable gestured to a cushioned bench, and Evelyn sat, her thighs parting slightly, her skin prickling with anticipation.
Sable knelt before her, her strong hands deftly preparing a bowl of warm, scented foam. The air grew heavy with the musk of arousal as Sable's fingers, slick with cream, brushed against Evelyn's inner thighs, spreading the foam with deliberate, teasing strokes.
The razor gleamed in Sable's hand, its edge whispering against Evelyn's skin as she shaved away every trace of hair from her pubic mound.
Each stroke was slow, precise, the cool metal grazing her sensitive flesh, sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain through her.
Evelyn's breath hitched, her body trembling as Sable's fingers occasionally grazed her, the touch both clinical and provocative.
The act was intimate, invasive, yet thrilling, stripping her bare in more ways than one.
When Sable finished, she wiped Evelyn's skin with a warm cloth, her touch lingering just long enough to make Evelyn's pulse quicken.
"Perfect," Sable murmured, her amber eyes glinting, before rising and leaving without another word.
Evelyn returned to the shower, the water washing away the lingering foam, her body thrumming with a mix of shame and desire.
She stepped into the bath afterward, the warm water soothing her newly sensitive skin, her fingers tracing the smooth expanse where hair once was.
Slipping into the crimson dress, she felt it cling to her like a second skin, the fabric accentuating her curves, her breasts straining against the low neckline, her hips swaying with each step. She was ready—or as ready as she could be.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit waiting room, Jack and Lila sat on a velvet bench, the air thick with the dungeon's suggestive hum.
Lila's sapphire eyes gleamed with a restless hunger, her latex fetish awakened by the leather and chains that adorned the walls.
Her denim shorts hugged her thighs, her tank top clinging to her perky breasts, and her fingers twitched with the urge to touch the glossy surfaces around her.
Jack, his lean frame tense, met her gaze. "We can't let Mom do this alone," he said, his voice low but firm. "We need to help."
Lila nodded, her lips parting in a sly smile.
"I'm in. " Her voice was husky, her latex-clad fantasies swirling in her mind, though she spared a fleeting thought for Jack, unsure what this work would mean for him. "Let's do it."
They returned to the reception desk, where Celine sat, her auburn hair catching the candlelight, her leather corset pushing up her breasts, her glasses glinting with mischief.
"Back so soon?" she asked, her voice a teasing lilt, her fingers brushing the whip on her desk. "What do you want?"
"Work," Jack said, his jaw set, though his eyes flicked to Celine's fishnet-clad legs. "We want to help our mother."
Celine's smile widened, her gaze appraising them.
"Are you sure? This isn't light labor." Her tone was suggestive, her eyes lingering on Lila's lithe form, then Jack's lean frame.
"We're sure," Lila said, her voice steady, her body radiating a quiet thrill. Celine leaned forward, her corset creaking, clearly pleased. "Very well. Twelve silver coins an hour for you," she said to Lila, "and fifteen for you, Jack." She paused, her smile turning wicked. "You'll be working as sex toys for our clients. Intimate, personal services."
Jack and Lila exchanged a glance, their throats tightening as they swallowed hard.
The weight of the words settled over them, heavy and electrifying.
Jack's voice was barely a whisper. "You still want to do this, Lila?"
Her eyes met his, a flicker of doubt giving way to resolve.
"Do you?" she asked, her voice husky, her latex fantasies warring with her concern for their mother. They nodded, their decision sealed by their shared need to support Evelyn. "We're in," Jack said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his chest.
Celine's smile was triumphant.
She handed them each a bundle of clothing— coincidentally, Lila's a sleek, black latex bodysuit that promised to hug her every curve, Jack's a pair of tight leather trousers and a sheer silk shirt.
"Shower, change, and prepare," she said, gesturing to a guard—a futanari woman with a muscular frame and a pronounced bulge—who escorted them to separate rooms.
In their respective chambers, Jack and Lila showered, the warm water soothing their nerves but heightening their awareness of the path they'd chosen.
As Lila stood under the spray, her toned body glistening, a woman entered—tall, with jet-black hair and a commanding presence, her futanari bulge evident beneath her tight leather skirt.
"I'm here to groom you," she said, her voice a sultry growl. Lila, her latex fetish flaring, nodded, stepping out to sit on a cushioned bench.
The woman's hands were deft, spreading warm foam over Lila's pubic mound, the razor gliding with erotic precision, each stroke sending shivers through her. When it was done, Lila's skin was smooth, sensitive, her body humming with anticipation.
Jack's experience was similar, though his groomer was a redhead with a mischievous grin, her muscular arms flexing as she shaved him bare.
The process was clinical yet intimate, the razor's edge teasing his skin, his breath hitching as her fingers brushed against him.
Both siblings, once groomed, showered again, the water amplifying the sensitivity of their newly bare skin. Lila slipped into the latex bodysuit, its glossy surface clinging to her pert breasts and toned thighs, every movement a delicious friction.
Jack donned the leather trousers and silk shirt, the fabric accentuating his lean frame, his body tingling with nervous energy.
The family was ready—Evelyn in her crimson dress, Lila in her latex, Jack in his leather and silk.
They stood on the precipice of their new roles as sex dolls, bound by love and necessity, their bodies primed for the desires of Lilith's Secret.