Message-ID: <5754eli$9711222317@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5754.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Jessica's Story Pt.4 [FF BD] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.3.32.19971121180104.007afe30@postoffice.pacbell.net> Here's part 4 of the Rubber Doll story, see my web site for the other parts (and more of my stories and illustrations.) http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal ================================ Rubber Doll Pt. 4 Gnjal 18 Nov 1997 Jessica tossed and turned in her sleep. It was early Monday morning, hours before she had to get up and take the bus to the toy company. She had been sleeping restlessly all night, scenes of the studio and the trashy blonde in pink rubber repeating endlessly in her mind. In her dream, Jessica looked up, and she was once again manacled to the faux rubber rock, with the nasty large-breasted blonde moving towards her grinning evilly. Jessica pulled at her wrists and ankles in her dream, twisting her head to see the spongy material of the faux rock ooze and solidify over them. She whipped her gaze back in panic to the leering blonde as she felt something touch her thigh. The blonde's tongue had extended and grown into a glistening red rubber slightly flattened phallus, which was flexing back and forth between Jessica's bound legs. The blonde's eyes had elongated into large feline eyes, the slits of their pupils narrowing as she hissed and leaned forward. Her thick slimy tongue slithering up Jessica's inner thigh, leaving a trail over the tight red latex of the catsuit, moving towards her hot and throbbing pussy. Jessica struggled fiercely with the spongy rock holding her, and screamed as she felt the mutated blonde's tongue push against her pussy lips. "Noooooo!" Jessica yelled, and was suddenly free of her bonds, standing alone on the dais, under blinding spotlights. She looked around and was unable to penetrate the darkness surrounding the dais. Wiping her brow, trying to shake the memory of the blonde's tongue and inhuman eyes, she sat down. A little bit calmer, she looked at her folded legs and arms, still covered in the tight red latex of a catsuit, shining in the bright lights. The thigh high black rubber heels of the modeling session were gone, she wondered when she had taken them off, still unaware that she was dreaming. Jessica leaned back on her arms, and stretched her legs out in front of her. She wriggled her red latex covered toes, and flexed her fingers in the catsuit's attached gloves, relaxing slightly, and suddenly aware of the sensuous, slippery feeling of the rubber catsuit caressing her body. She closed her eyes, but could still see her dream self as if she was hovering over the dais. Jessica stretched and spread her legs out wider, and reached a hand down to her crotch, overcome by the feelings of the tight slick catsuit. It was then that the material of the catsuit abruptly changed to flashing white shiny rubber. Observing herself from above the dais, she saw the white rubber extend and flow till it tightly clasped her legs together and pulled her arms to her sides. At the same time, she was the Jessica on the dais, feeling the white rubber bind her, slithering to cover her face, until only her panicked green eyes were visible. She was now covered in a shining white sheath of rubber from head to toe, only her blazing hair protruded from the top in a cascade of red. She rolled side to side, unable to stretch the rubber wrapping her more then a fraction of an inch. The material over her mouth and chin kept her from opening her mouth and screaming as she saw a thick tendril extending from her wrapped feet and begin looping up and over her hips. Watching from above and below simultaneously, Jessica saw the tendril split into a thick tentacle sporting two more thin extrusions waving like feelers. She gasped as the white material over her nipples and pussy parted wetly, exposing her twin hard nubs and her glistening pussy to the cool room air. Jessica watch in horrid fascination as the two thin feelers remolded themselves, opening their tips into suction cup shapes, while the thicker main tendril rounded into a pulsing white phallus shape. Jessica tried to yell, pulling her arms and legs desperately in an attempt to break the tight grip of the white rubber. She thrashed her body, but was unable to avoid the twin feelers swung down onto her nipples, sucking them in with a pop, and began to caress and pull. She stared with wide eyes as the white material of the feelers fused with the white rubber around her breasts. Jessica moaned, her eyes rolling back at the delicious sensations the feelers clamped onto her nipples were giving her. The tight white material covering her body began seeping some kind of lube around her as it began bunching and sliding in waves over her body. She felt her pussy throb, caught up in the intense tactile sensations assaulting her. Suddenly her legs were pushed up into the air, tendrils slapping at her thighs and breasts, as the white rubber of the suit flowed and yanked her body. It stopped when her legs were pointing straight up from her hips, her arms flat on the floor behind her back, pinioned. She started and wriggled against the tight binding rubber as she caught sight of the large white phallus slowly swinging down and around her hips and ass, not stopping until it was bumping against her exposed pussy lips. Its large, slick head moved ever so softly up and down her trembling pussy lips, pausing and vibrating gently whenever it was over her clit. She closed her eyes, trapped, assaulted by feeling of the tight binding rubber, body tense and straining under the ministrations of the phallus. Reaching an epiphany, Jessica felt her resistance falter and began moaning with pleasure. The tendrils pulled and caressed her nipples, as she released her self and moved her hips forward to press against the rhythmically stroking rubber at her pussy. As if awaiting this surrender, the white rubber phallus gently and then more forcefully pushed its way into her hot and clenching pussy, causing her to suck in her breath as it pulsed and vibrated inside of her. She wriggled her hips as it stroked in and out of her throbbing pussy, swelling and subsiding with the rhythm of her heartbeat. She began to writhe against the sliding rubber as it quickly pushed Jessica to the edge of an orgasm. Jessica began screaming into the rubber covering her mouth as she convulsed in the throes of an intense climax, body jerking under its tight slick white sheath, pussy contracting around the warm pulsing phallus swelling inside of her. Jessica's eyes opened wide, as she woke up with her bed sheets tangled about her, flannel pajamas sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, the last waves of her dream orgasm shuddering through her. She dropped her head back on her pillow exhausted, and pulled the comforter up under her chin, trying to get back to sleep. Breaths slowing, she drifted off and in spite of herself began dreaming of white rubber catsuits. Her alarm choose that moment to come to buzzing life, and she bolted upright in bed, staring at the blinking red numbers. 6:00 am, time to get up, and get to work! She groaned and pulled her pillows over her head. ====================== Diane smiled at Jessica, "Are you okay, Hon? You look like you had a rough night." She stood, one hand on her hip, the other holding her horn-rimmed reading glasses, looking Jessica up and down. Diane was wearing a long charcoal gray sweater, reaching to her mid-thigh, with matte red leggings, and black calf high leather boots. Jessica had rushed into the studio that morning, her long red hair in a tangle, wearing an old gray sweatshirt over pale blue lycra leggings, white crew socks, and her sneakers. "I'm sorry I'm late, Diane! I just had a real restless night." Jessica apologized. Diane waved her to the dressing table chair, and stood behind her as Jessica sat down and regarded her disheveled reflection in the mirror. "Don't worry, we'll get you ready in no time." Diane began brushing Jessica's snarled hair. "So why so restless?" She asked lightly, glancing at Jessica's eyes in the mirror. "I just can't stop dreaming about this job!" Jessica said in an exasperated voice. "I don't know why..." she raised a hand to the faint bags under her eyes and frowned. "Well, sometimes that happens. When you make big life changes, your sub-conscious still has to get used to it." Diane soothed as she finally got the last of the tangles out of Jessica's gorgeous hair. "There, now let's get you into your outfit for today." Diane pointed over to a pile of white rubber gleaming on the dressing room chair. Jessica stood up and pulled off her sweatshirt. "What is this?" Jessica held up the slick white rubber costume, which appeared to be a modified catsuit, with the legs fused together to form a scaled fish tail of gleaming white edged in gold. "Wild, isn't it. The designers want to develop an action figure called the Arctic Mermaid." Diane came over and showed her the back zip on the costume. "You slip your legs in from behind, and then push your arms into the sleeves and your head up into the hood." Diane dropped her reading glasses around her neck and looked into Jessica's green eyes, "but it is a tight fit, so we'll need to put some talc on you first, so you can slip in easily." Jessica was fingering the tail portion of the outfit, "What if I have to pee?" she said embarrassed but concerned. Some of the sessions had turned out to take quite long. Diane leaned in next to her and pushed her fingers into a slit in the rubber which was cunningly hidden under the one of the scales. She wriggled her fingers with their deep red polished nails in front of Jessica's wide green eyes, "They thought of that! But we'll have to help you into the bathroom of course, you won't be able to walk around in this." Jessica laughed with Diane and began to take off her bra and leggings. She had become comfortable with being naked in front of Diane. She was her dresser after all! Diane pulled a shiny blue lycra short sleeved leotard from one of the racks and handed it to Jessica, "You'll be more comfortable if you just wear this under the costume." She smiled reassuringly at Jessica, noticing with a sidelong glance that Jessica's nipples were hardening, the aureoles wrinkled and begging to be touched. Jessica quickly stripped and slid the shiny blue lycra up her legs, pulling it over her ass and chest, straightening the leotard's straps on her shoulders. She hugged her breasts through the tight lycra and tipped toed over to where the white rubber outfit lay. Diane began sprinkling unscented talcum powder all over Jessica's arms and legs, kneeling in front of her, running both of her hands up and down to smooth the talc evenly over Jessica's toned legs. "Sit down, hon, and I'll slip this on you..." Diane picked up the white rubber costume, and unzipped it. Jessica sat in the nearest chair, holding onto its arms as Diane maneuvered the heavy white latex over her feet and legs. Jessica noticed that her legs were separated by a thin wall of white rubber, but without much room to wriggle around. She shuddered as the cold latex was pulled onto her. "Don't worry, it'll warm up fast" Diane said straightening up and reaching out her arms to Jessica. "Grab on, Hon!" Diane grabbed Jessica's wrists and pulled her up on to her feet, which had now been turned into a scaled white mermaid's tail. Jessica teetered and Diane caught her around the waist to keep her from falling over. "It's hard to stand up in this!" Jessica exclaimed. The tight rubber holding her legs together was echoing strongly in her mind with her dream images. She closed her eyes, remembering the toe-curling climax of her dream, as Diane pulled outfit over her arms. "Bend your head, dear. It's time for the hood." Diane gently pushed the back of Jessica's head, and quickly slipped the attached hood of the outfit over and down, fluffing Jessica's red hair through the top of the white hood. She reached down to the zipper tab in the small of Jessica's back and smoothly zipped it to the nape of her neck. Jessica stared out from the white hood, red hair cascading down over her gleaming white shoulders and back. The open hood framed her face, side panels covering her cheeks and forehead with gilt scales, but leaving her eyes, nose, and mouth exposed. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the other side of the dressing room, and saw a shining white ice mermaid, flaming red hair contrasting sharply with the white rubbery flesh of her scales, her breasts pushed up and clearly outlined by the tight white latex of the costume's upper half, arms coated in white rubber and hands ending in... "Hey, my hands are flippers!" Jessica waved her hands at Diane, just noticing that they were enclosed in mitten-like rubber coverings, which had been styled to look like fish fins, albeit white. "Don't worry, dear, they're quite fetching, and you won't need to hold anything for this session." Diane grinned and looked the new Arctic Mermaid up and down, admiring how the tight rubber outlined Jessica's firm rounded ass. Jessica eyes widened suddenly as she felt herself tipping over. Mitten-finned hands flailing the air, she squealed. Diane rushed in and quickly caught her under the armpits, easing her back into the nearest chair with a good-natured laugh. "You just wait here, and I'll get Jim to help lift you out to the dais." Diane smiled secretly to herself as she left the dressing room. Jessica was something special. She hadn't seen a model react this way to the rubber costumes since... Her eyes clouded and she shook her head to clear it of the painful memory, pushing out the dressing room door into the studio. "Jim! We're ready!" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /