The Masked Llama strolled along the lone sidewalk, his clean precious mask tied around his eyes as he stretched out. For a brief moment, he thought he saw something way up in the sky, but chalked it down to just a plane passing by. However, soon a flash of blue light encircled around him from above, and before he knew it, he was whisked up into the soaring ship in the sky: a mercury silver shiny spaceship of exquisite beauty.
	Then, the Masked Llama found himself inside the ship, all shiny stainless silver steel that gleamed and glistened like mercury. He blinked, taken aback by the sheery shininess of it all. As he spun around to take it all in, his eyes eventually settled on the lone figure standing in the center. It was his friend Ran Constantine, a male meerkat who loved to crossdress and model around in various sexy outfits. This time, the meerkat was donned in a very skintight shiny silver latex body suit that clung to his curvy feminine form, complete with matching ballet boots that reached half-way to his kneecaps and lipstick to complete the look of a space babe. Ran gave the llama a sultry look, hips cocked to the side in a very model-like way.
	“Ooooh, love the new silvery outfit for you.” The Masked Llama said with a soft blush.
	“Thanks, I do too.” Ran replied with a soft giggle, a hand lightly tracing along his right side.
	“Gonna fight some aliens, aye?” The Llama asked lightly, his eyes following that hand that lightly caressed the meerkat's curly hips.
	“Indeed, maybe find some experimental alien weapons, and get my hypno gun for some select targets.” Ran stated softly, adding a coy wink that made the Llama blush.
	“H-hey now...” The Llama said, knowing the meerkat loved to tease.
	“Well, have to get information some way. And how else is a lone space babe gonna operate a big space ship without some obedient slaves?” Ran said, both his hands starting to so very slowly caress along his feminine sides encased in that shiny latex.
	“That's... that's a good point.” The Llama started to stutter, his eyes glued to those caressing hands upon that shiny latex.
	“And I assure you, they all beg me to blast away their useless minds to a blank void... eventually.” The meerkat added with a wicked giggle that sent shivers down Llama's spine.
	“Th-that's g-good to hear, Ran.” The Llama continued to stummer out as his ears perked up to hear every word, eyes watching those hands, caressing such shiny silver. “Hate to think... think they didn't like it.”
	Ran nodded a little and elt out a sultry coo, his voice becoming soft and alluring as his hips started to sway softly, so slowly. “They especially love the feel of this suit, mounted right on them, dominating them thoroughly. After all, that's all they have become after a good blast. It's what they are meant for, to be owned by their Mistress. Wouldn't you agree, my little one?”
	The Llama started to pant, his eyes sliding along the shiny silvery latex, feeling the same silver sheen shine in his mind. “Mmmm... I... agree, Mist... Miss Ran. They would all look great... as... as your slaves... mmm... in their uniforms.” The Llama said, starting to feel a bit detached from his body and mind.
	Ran giggled out again, starting a small and very slow dance with his hips, letting the light hit his shiny silvery suit in every way. “Listen closely, so very closely. Nothing else ever matters, after all, but Mistress's voice. You so love her outfit, her shiny silver suit. You can't take your eyes away. You don't want to look away.” The meerkat pursed out his silver-coated lips, swaying in that latex, the Llama wide-eyed and listening intently as ordered. He felt he should be doing soemthing to stop the dance, to look away, but his resistance was futile. “Such a heavy burden, isn't it? Your free will, that useless mind just sitting there. We should do something about that pathetic lump, shouldn't we, my little one?”
	The Llama's body started to sway as well – not as a conscious move, but because staying upright was starting to seem like a burden, his mind feeling so heavy, so useless against that shiny light. “I... I love Mistress's outfit. It's so shiny, so silver, so overwhelming on my weak lump of mind. Help me, Mistress.” A small voice somewhere in the back was saying something, to tell him to fight and look away before it was too late. Or something like that... he couldn't pay attention with that heavy thing between his ears in the way.
	Ran swayed closer, his ballet heels clicking to the ground as he slowly pulled out his little silver hypno gun. “I can help you, my weak little one. Help you to your true life, underneath this shiny outfit, being abused like the whore slave you trule are.” He gave a wicked smirk as his soft alluring voice stated his words with so much force and yet such feminine grace. “But only if you REALLY want it.” He added for extra impact on the weak Llama before him, blowing him a soft kiss with his shiny silver lipstick.
	Llama's eyes widen at the sight of that hypno gun appear, holding up his hand to instinctively grab the silver kiss and 'place' it on his lips, smiling dumbly. “I... I do want it, Mistress. I want to be dressed as your silvery slave slut, even if it means being abused as your silver slave whore.”
	Ran smiled in a sinister way and pointed the hypno gun straight between Llama's eyes. “Of course, my little whore slave. Anything for a begging little llama boy.” With a last twisted giggle of dominance, he pulled on the stub. Simultaneously, a bright glittering silver light flash out, followed by a thick stream of silver liquid, smacking right dab between Llama's eyes. The Llama fasped as the light flashed from the gun, but made noa ttempt to dodge the blast, nor to stop the mercury silver liquid from slipping over his body and through his ears into his mind.
	As the shining stream snuggly tightens around his slave body, he quivered in bliss, moaning loudly as he felt it sliding over and into his weak worthless mind. Ran pocketed the gun with his usual cute yet wicked giggle, starting to then rub his hands along the Llama's body, helping the shiny silvery stream cover his slave's body.
	“Good, such a good little whore. Surrender it all. It's far too late to fight back now, anyway. That pathetic llama has been shot away, leaving the proper blank slate that belongs there. So might as well let that shiny silver do its work, and you'll get your reward, right under your Mistress.” Ran spoke smoothly and seductively to the Llama, who groaned and moaned at his Mistress's touch, shivering in deligh as he felt Mistress help the irreversible enslavement continue. In his mind, the Llama felt the mercury latex at its work, wrapping around his brain, coating his mind in its shiny tight dominance.
	“Surrender... I'm a blank slate...” The Llama repeated so blankly and dumbly. “Let the silver work... for my reward.” Ran cooed out slowly, letting out soft moans as he excited in watching the Llama's inevitable conversion, and letting him know it as Ran squeezed his body. Ran pressed his hard thick latex-covered cock against the Llama's ass cheeks, which soon got coated in the shiny suit too.
	“That's it, feel that mercury latex squirm agaisnt that useless mind.” Ran stated smoothly, sounding both dominative and feminine at the same time. “Let the feeling arouse you, my whore, knowing soon you'll be irreversibly mine, to be used and abused by my cock like a little toy.”
	The Llama groaned out again, feeling his cock slide out of his sheath, as entranced as the rest of his mind. He found himself grinding back against Mistress, his silver coated ass rubbing against Ran's suit as he murmured in submissive lust. “Yessssss, Mistress. Your toy is helpless, it can't stop your mercury latex from coating its useless lump of a mind. Please make me your abused slave toy.”
	Ran licked his tongue across the Llama's neck and started to bend him over. “Of course I will, my whore.” Ran stated simply, the Llama obediently bending over, offering his shiny ass for Ran's pleasure. “No turning back.” The Llama could feel the silver slipping over his cock, starting to imprison his shaft under the power of Mistress. “A blank little whore forever.” The Llama could feel that tight shiny enslaving latex coating over what was left of his once glorious wool as he is further reduced from a llama to a shiny blank slate of a slave.
	With a wide wicked grin, Ran started to push his latex cock right up into that latex tailhole, his fat cock throbbing as it spread out Llama's cheeks. The Llama's mind kept fading further and further, gripped tight with Mistress's silver, replacing all dull thoughts with submissise shiny latex obediece, further enforced by that cock pushing into his depts. “Thank you, Mistress, for making this weak creature your glorious shiny slave~”
	Ran's hands squeezed and rubbed all over Llama's latex-clad form, starting to thrust his hard fat cock in and out of that latex llama tailhole, wet lewd slapping noises echoing all around as the latex bumbed and grinded. “Such a good little whore! So tight, so obedient~ mmmmmrr, now just take your proper fucking, accept your new mmmf! place in life!”
	The Llama wiggled and grinded against Mistress, the latex squeaking wetly as he thrusted backwards, eager for more of Mistress inside him. “Your whore.” He stated with moans, his own cock so hard against that tight silver latex. “My place is as your whore, being fucked by you!” He yowled, more slave than llama.
	Ran moaned wetly into his slave's ear, making that latex inside squirm and wiggle around the trapped mind, so tight and so close to covering up every last bit of that weak llama. Ran jabbed harder, his latex hips working that latex ass, each hard pumping thrust beinding the slave over more and more till his face was against the ground, Ran showing off what utter dominance he had over the new latex slave whore as he utterly abused that tight shiny latex ass with his thick fat cock.
	The slave's ears perked up, picking up every lewd sound, every grunt and wet slap that further drives his silver-coated mind into Mistress's possession. He could feel it wiggling, coating his mind, making sure everything was trapped under the mercury. Outside his mind, his body submits to every humiliation, his muzzle scrapping against the floor, his dull blank eyes reflecting back at him from the stainless steel they were fucking on.
	Ran's hands gripped those latex-covered ass cheeks, giving them a good dominating squeeze as he pounded and fucked even harder, really working his slave whore against the steel of his ship. His long tail slid down and wrapped around the slave's cock, of which only the tip was still yet to be covered – but the liquid was working right away on that. His tail pumped and jerked at the slave's cock I rhthym to his abusing thusts, precum squirting from his cock and the latex allows to to go right through, lubing up his new whore and making such lewd wet sounds, so humiliation in their loud echoes in the ship.
	The slave's fingers curl, pressed against the steel, trying to hold himself up and give him the leverage to thrust back onot his sexy silver enchantress. His ears ring with echoes and squeaks and squicks of his humbling treatmest as his cock gets fully coated, throbbing with desire to be forever Mistress's toy. His precum trips out quickly, sliding over Mistress's tail. “Please Miresss... fill your toy... give it MMMM... give it... UMPH... give it morrrree!”
	Ran gave his slave's latex rump a quick spank, letting the sound reverberate all around. He smiled and giggled evilly, looking downa t the broken llama and notice the sole black mask that gave the slave his former name. “Oh, this won't do at all. We can't have any remainder of that pathetic llama.” He said, not stopping or even slowing down his fucking of the slave. “Every bit of you must scream out that you're a little cock whore slave, don't you agree?”
	“Y-y-yes, Mistress...” He stammered, too far gone to argue or defend his precious mask. “Your sl-slave shouldn't... mmmm... ever be msitaken for anything but a little weak MmmmmMM! Cock whore slut!”
	With a wicked smirk, Ran untied the slave's clean precious mask, bringing it up to his full glossy silver lips. “And I think I shall use a special form of my silver mercury on this to make sure any sort of sticky fluids stick right to it for quite a long, long time. No more precious clean unchanged masks for you, my whore. Today, every last little bit of you will be mine - including this pathetic attempt at identity. Wouldn't you agree, my latex slave whore?”
	“Y-yes, Mistress. Your slave whore doesn't need any identity other than your latex. It is slave.” The Llama watched, eyes shining with submissive confusion, glazed over in obedience and disbelief. A part of him unable to even belief what he is saying, but so much more, wanting to be completely erased and encased in Mistress' mercury.
	Ran then planted a soft kiss to the mask, making sure the Llama watched as the silver liquid from Ran's lipstick spread across the mask slowly. “Watch, little whore, as the Masked Llama becomes the Mercury Llama!” Ran giggled evilly, continuing his abusive poundings into the llama's ass as his cock throbbed so heavily, Ran eagerly watching the llama's reaction to the precious symbol being erased and encased in Mistress' silvery symbol.
	The back of the llama's eyes flash with an “oh no” look, his muzzle opens in shock, watching the mercury slowly spread. As his once precious clean untouched mask completely transformed, his will badly broke. He clamped down harder on Mistress's cock, more eager than ever to have Mistress fill him as the last remnant of his identity is corrupted and transformed!
	Ran cooed out deeply, ramming so much harder in that tight hole. “That's it, that's it! Mmmmmmf! I can hear that will snap so badly!” He growled out in such primal lust, bottoming out the corrupted llama, rocking harder and harder, his fat large cock throbbing and twitching mightily.
	The broken slave continues to let himself be ridden like a rubberdoll, his walls closing as tightly as they can. He mumbles out “Identity gone, just a toy, a slave, no will, no mind, no identity...” over and over again, the words the only things in his tightly-wrapped mind.
	Ran jabbed so very deep within his slave, his tail curling up tight around the slave's latex-covered cock. Ran's balls tightened up and Ran let out a loud possessive alpha growl, unleashing his hot thick stream of cum into the slave's depths. His body tightened up as he unleashed so much into his new totally corrupted latex whore. After several long drawn out moments, he pulled out to gush out his last spurts all over the slave's mask. The special latex made it stick and made it look like it was wet, slimy, and dribbing with Mistress' cum forever. He then very roughly tied it back around the slave's face with a sinister chuckle.
	The slave murfed as the mask was tied back on. Not as in place and definetly no longer such a clean untouched piece. He stared that the reflective shiny steel of the floor. He stared at his reflection, gazing at his new mask. Once a symbol of identity and free will, now silver and slick with Mistress' cum. Everything he owned and was is now nothing more than silver slick, cum filled, or cum coated – property of his Mistress and owner. Only one word escaped his maw:
	“Yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss!”