Message-ID: <13058eli$9807151643@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13058.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Holly's Run Pt.2 [SF MF BD Rubber] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <199807150204.TAA17464@mail-gw6.pacbell.net> Here's part 2 of Holly's Run for those of you who enjoyed the first part. Come to my web site at <http://people.delphi.com/gnjal> for the first part, and many more original stories and illustrations. It's free (really!). If you like the story, please email me (it makes me want to write more ;-) GNjal ============== Holly's Run Pt. 2 G.Njal 14 Jul 98 Holly stood in front of the grid pad and tried to keep her balance. She was naked except for a 5 inch tall pair of black patent heels, shining black latex stockings, a thick rubber and chrome belt cinched tightly around her belly, and the shining chrome chains linking the tight metal collar and wrist cuffs to the belt binding her. The chains dangled across her pert breasts, sheened with sweat, teasing her still hard nipples with their cold metallic touch. "Runner, are you ready to continue on the road to Sanctuary?" Francis whispered in her ear from behind her. His rubber sheathed cock bounced against her bare ass, making her shudder and remember how many times and ways he had used it on her, making her cum, quivering, over and over as he impaled her moist and traitorous pussy with it. The aphrodisiac mist had worn off, and now her wide blue eyes contemplated the empty but faintly humming grid pad before her, her mussed long blonde hair in a soft halo around her face. She knew better than to speak. The sandman didn't like her to talk, and had made it clear that the thick rubber gag would go back in if she did. "I hate to loose you so soon, runner. But rules are rules, you're on the road to Sanctuary now, and other sandmen are waiting." He tapped the grid console and laughed low as the green, blue and amber incandescent fractal wavelets of the grid began rising up in front of them. "Give my regards to the next sandman, I know he'll enjoy you." Francis told her just before pushing her into the pulsing waves of the grid. She moaned as the grid forces gripped her yanked her into the grid tween space in a shower of incandescence. ================================ She materialized in a darkened grid booth, the smooth black glass of its front suddenly lighting up with the icons of a man and a woman twisting in alternating ecstasy and fear around a helix shaped pole. Pictograms of a writhing black rubber column and chrome collar with dangling key blinked below it. "Welcome to the Grid! What channel would you like to try today?" An over-enthusiastic man's voice announced. "You have chosen the Twist channel, home to the unusual and bizarre. Please select your sub category." The voice requested without pausing. Holly's blue eyes widened, and she twisted her bound wrists forward, desperately trying to press the flashing amber CANCEL icon at the lower edge of the glass. She whimpered with frustration as the tall heels made her bobble and miss. The shining latex covering her legs squeaked as she sawed her thighs together, frantically trying to keep her balance. "You have chosen the rubber submission sub categories! Congratulations! Please confirm your choices now." The voice cheerfully recommended. "No!" Holly yelled. The flashing green accept icon appeared and she twisted against her bonds again, stretching down to reach the CANCEL icon as the chrome chains slid across her naked breasts. It winked out just as her staining fingers were about to touch it. "You have confirmed your choice! Twist...Rubber...Sub, welcome to the Twist channel, please stand still while the channel program prepares you for entry." The man's voice ended as a soft chime sounded in the booth and the lights around her flashed between amber and blue. "Nooooo!" she screamed. The booth's fields ramped up and she moaned as it's fields gently but irresistibly pulled her legs apart till she was standing in a wide stance, teetering on her high heels, the black latex of her stockings reflecting the blue and amber waves of force rippling across her body. The rhythmic pulse of the forces around her naked pussy made her close her eyes, a shudder of surprising pleasure running through her shocked mind. The hum of the fields increased and she felt the chrome collar and wrists cuffs dissolve, disappearing in an incandescent fall of particles, along with the tight belt cinched across her belly, and sighed with momentary relief. The fields continued to stroke her body, and she looked down to see layers of shining black latex coalescing around her hips, belly, breasts and arms. This time, the rubber stopped at her neck, in a snug rolled collar with no apparent opening. The front glass of the booth mirrored and she saw that her entire body to her neck was now wrapped in tight shining black latex. The heels had been incorporated so that her legs appeared to be melded to them. The grid fields hummed and pulled at her disarrayed hair, and she gasped as it quickly plaited her long blonde locks behind her head in a tight ponytail, secured with a chrome clasp. Her sweat-covered nipples slid against the tight latex covering them, and she spread her fingers to her sides, momentarily overcome by the intensely erotic feel of the rubber. "Welcome back, runner." The booth announced to her in a bitchy sounding woman's voice. Holly's eyes went wide as she remembered where she was, and that the grid system knew she was a runner. Her latex-gloved hands balled into fists, she pulled against the fields pulsing around her, but failed to break free. "Final stage preparation will now begin: Twist…Rubber…Sub…RUNNER." The woman's voice sounded triumphant with a nasty edge to it. The fields around Holly hummed at an increasing pitch, and she looked down to see a thick strand of bumpy rubber forming directly over her pussy. The latex covering her sex slid back to reveal her shaven and juice-slicked pussy lips. The thick rope of black rubber aligned vertically with her sex, and slowly pressed in against it, moving between her legs to slide up the crease of her ass, wrapping around her waist. The other end slid up her belly, to fuse with the strand hugging her hips, tightening down. "Oh no, stop, stop it!" Holly moaned as the bumpy rubber rope slid between her pussy lips to press against her hooded clit. She was panting, the soft but firm pressure of the strand against her clit, pussy, and ass making her almost swoon. She pulled in vain once more against the fields of the Grid booth, and yelped as it suddenly pushed her latex wrapped legs together with a smack. "What?" Holly yelled as a sheath of rippling black latex began advancing up her legs, cinching them together in a single column of tight shining rubber. The rubber continued to advance and she yelled as the fields forced her arms to her side, just in time to be engulfed by the latex rising over her body. She pulled against it, her fists outlined in the stretchy material, but was helpless to free herself. The latex sheath slurped up over her breasts, pushing and tugging at the latex already covering them, making her moan and quiver from the sensation of the second layer of rubber sliding over her stiffening nipples. It finally paused at her neck, fusing with the layer of latex already snugged at the base of her throat. She teetered on her heels, the fields of the Grid booth holding her upright, staring at herself in the silvered front glass of the booth. Every part of her was outlined by the shining material, her nipples hard and pushing out from the tight rubber, her legs and ass tightly defined in gleaming black latex. Holly's breath came in pants, as she felt herself respond to strange mix of rubber and fear that was creeping into her eyes. Her legs quivered and began to shake as the bumpy rubber strand running down her belly and between her legs began to pulsate and stroke back and forth with a slinking motion, sliding its soft nubs against the folds covering her clit, and the puckered rim of her asshole. It writhed like some black ebony snake beneath the wrappings of latex covering her pelvis and crotch, twisting and rolling slightly from side to side, stretching the black shiny rubber over it. "Unnghgh." Holly gasped incoherently. Her cunt was dripping already, helpless against the erotic onslaught of the Grid Booth's preparation of her. She closed her eyes just as a cool mist of aphrodisiac spray drifted down over her upturned face, her tightly braided blonde ponytail swishing back and forth over her latex wrapped ass. She felt a trickle of sweat run from the small of her back, down the crack of her ass to join with the pussy juices already wetting the rubber there. The rubber strand continued its firm sinuous dance over her sex and ass as the Grid Booth sounded a soft bell-like tone. "Final configuration beginning." The booth announced in a sultry woman's voice. Holly's blue eyes widened in alarm and she opened her mouth to yell. The neck of the rubber sheath covering her had begun to move up her neck. Sucking in a panicked breath to scream, Holly pulled frantically against the tight black rubber holding her arms to her sides. The rubber sheath slid up her neck and over her chin, covering her mouth in a sudden engulfing wave of latex, stopping just below her flaring nostrils, embracing the nape of her neck in it's cool firm grip. Her scream stopped by the latex stretched over her mouth, Holly twisted side to side in the scintillating blue and green fields of the booth, pivoting on her high heels, her breasts heaving, outlined in rubber, the curve of her black latex sheathed legs and ass gleaming with reflected light. Another spray of aphrodisiac mist filled her nose as her hurried breath whistled in and out above the rubber gag. "Prepare for Grid insertion, Twist…Rubber…Sub…RUNNER." Holly could have sworn the booth's sultry voice sounded pleased. She gave a muffled yell through the rubber holding her mouth closed, her ponytail swinging madly as she shook her head no, as the booth pushed her into the grid, tweening her to the next stop on the road to Sanctuary, a incandescent spray of fractal particles marking her departure. =========================== Holly materialized into darkness and whimpered as she tipped forward, no longer held by the firm grip of the booth's manipulator fields, and slumped off of the grid pad, onto a soft padded floor. The bumpy rubber strand coiled over her sex and between her ass cheeks continued it's writhing dance even as she rolled on the floor, her latex sheath body humping up and down like some shining black caterpillar. Holly moaned and shuddered, as she finally succumbed to the latex and the insistent ministrations of the bumpy rubber strand. She yelled against the rubber stretched across her lips, and came, the strong rippling waves of aphrodisiac spray assisted orgasm shaking her from the tips of her hard nipples to her high heeled feet. She rolled onto her stomach, her ass pushing up and down in a gleaming stretch of rubber, as she released herself to the climax, using the floor to press the pulsating coil against her clit harder and harder. Her hands balled into fists under the tight rubber sheath, she gave one last spasm, and then slumped onto the floor, rolling onto her back, her pert breasts and hard nipples clearly outlined by the clinging latex, jutting upwards into the darkness. The bumpy strand quieted, stopping with it's now thoroughly pussy juice soaked length pressed firmly between Holly's shaven cunt lips, one of its larger nubs tight against her puckered asshole. "Very impressive entrance, runner." A man's voice murmured from the darkness. Holly turned her head towards the sound of his voice, and moaned. Slowly, a spot of light appeared, lighting a large rubber upholstered chair, upon which sat another sandman. His longish red-brown hair draped over the collar of the deep black latex catsuit he was wearing, and her blue eyes closed with embarrassment as she saw him smile widely, his large hand cupping his chin, fingers toying with his short cropped beard. He wore heavy calf-high boots of black rubber, and heavy rubber gauntlets. "I've heard all about you, Holly. You have all the sandmen on the Grid quite eager to meet you." He laughed and stood up, and Holly's eye's widened as she saw the bulge of his zippered crotch, his hard cock clearly outlined by the tight black latex of the catsuit. He walked over to her, till his booted feet were in front of her gagged face, looking down at her with startling light blue eyes as she whimpered softly, and writhed slowly in her now sweat-slicked rubber sheath. "What did you think of Francis, my dear?" He asked her, bending down to run his rubber gloved fingers over her nipples and then farther, till they tapped the now quiescent thick rubber strand bisecting her sex. Holly quivered as her clit throbbed in response and let out a soft whimper. "He tends to be too…intense, don't you agree?" The sandman looked at her with something almost like kindness, a look that Holly had never seen pass over that awful sandman Francis's face. Holly moaned and followed this sandman's eyes as his fingers continued to tap on the rubber strand between her legs. She searched his face, and didn't know exactly what she saw there. Twisting side to side slowly, she looked up at him with imploring eyes, and then looked down at her tightly sheath body. "Oh, do you want out of this nasty rubber wrap, Holly?" He asked her, fingering the rise of the strand just over her throbbing clit. Holly mumphed into the rubber covering her mouth and nodded her head up and down in a vigorous yes, the tug of her tightly braided blonde hair pinned under her bound body making movement difficult. The sandman smiled and nodded his head yes as well. His fingers tapped out some kind of complicated pattern on the bumpy strand's surface and Holly felt the latex sheath splitting up the sides of her legs, freeing them. She breathed a sigh of relief as she moved her legs apart, feeling the cool air waft against her naked pussy, still cleaved by the bumpy rubber strand. The sandman grabbed her by the shoulders and helped her up onto her feet. Her arms were still bound to her sides by the stretchy sheath, but the bottom of it now looked like a split full-length skirt, allowing her to stand and step from one high heeled foot to the other, bending her legs to get rid of the stiffness in them. The sandman moved behind her, and slid his gloved hands down to her hips, moving her back till her rubber covered ass was pressed against his bulging crotch. "Is that better, Holly?" He asked her, as his hands roamed up to cup her still sheathed breasts, finding and pinching the pert nipples through the double layer of latex. She moaned and braced her feet as the sandman began caressing her tits through the tight rubber. She felt the clinging rubber strand between her pussy lips give a twitch and gasped. "The road to Sanctuary is long, Holly. But I think you're going to make it after all." He grinned, and walked in front of her, making some complicated motion with his fingers. Holly looked up as she heard a clicking sound over her head, just in time to see two lengths of gleaming chromed chain descend from the darkness above. She looked back at the smiling sandman in alarm. "Oh, did you think that I would just send you on your way, Holly? I couldn't do that. The other sandmen wouldn't stand for it." He grinned with a touch of nastiness and whistled a strange harmony. As if in response, the coiled strand around her hips and between her legs bunched and stretched out, pushing up twin tendrils of thick shining rubber which slid up her belly, splitting to penetrate the sheath under her arms, then re-emerging to form twin loops, one over each shoulder. The sandman walked over to her and looked deep into her scared blue eyes, searching for something. His gloved hands reached out and held her waist, sliding up over her bound arms, to finally reach over her head and grab the twin chains, his breath warm on her face, his crotch pressed against her thigh, stretching his muscular catsuited body up against her. He quickly attached the clinking, glittering chains to the rubber loops at her shoulders and slid his hands back down, squeezing her pert tits through the rubber once again. His light blue-eyes scanned hers, and he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her rubber-covered lips, pulling her close to him, grinding his leg against the vee of her sex. The rubbery strand pulsed back against the pressure, making Holly sag against the chains as it began stroking her pussy, clit and asshole. "You will find Sanctuary, Holly." He whispered into her ear as he continued grinding his thigh against her bisected sex, "But we are watched, so I have to play out this game. Forgive me." He pulled away from her and whistled again. The chains abruptly pulled Holly upright, lifting her off the floor until her heeled feet were kicking back and forth in the air. The rubber strand continued it's sensuous assault on her, pulsing, coiling, emanating a strange internal warmth, yanked tighter and tighter by the tensioned twin pull of the two strands at her shoulders. Holly moaned and then whimpered as two new tendrils of the rubber dropped down and wrapped around her ankles, pulling them up until they were pressed tightly against her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy wide, allowing the original strand to sink deeper into her sopping wet sex. The sandman sighed, and unzipped his catsuit's crotch, letting his stiff rubber covered cock jut out in front of him. He began stroking himself closer to orgasm for the benefit of the monitoring lenses as Holly writhed and contorted in front of him, ponytail swinging in increasingly larger arcs across the deep black of her latex covered lower back. "Forgive me, Holly, But you will reach Sanctuary, although it will be a long road…" He whispered under his breath. Holly began jerking against the rubber bonds holding her aloft, her bent rubber-stockinged legs spasming together and apart as the thick pulsating strand of rubber slowly formed ribbed and lubed probes of warm latex over her cunt and sensitive asshole. She yelled and scissored her knees as the probes penetrated her at the same time, their self-generated aphrodisiac lubrication squelching out from between her engorged pussy lips and ass cheeks. She screamed against the rubber over her mouth, and began cumming, shaking with the intensity of the orgasm electrifying her rubber bound and sweating body. The sandman advanced towards Holly's rubber wrapped and quivering form, his own sheathed cock straining, hard and ready in his rubber gloved fist, knowing that the show had to be convincing, if she was going to have any chance at all of winning free of the Twist network. Holly raised her head and looked at him with pleasure fogged wide blue eyes, as he slowly spread her knees apart, the mixed aphrodisiac lubrication from the probes and her own excitement generating a sensual heat across her spasming body. She moaned with release as he pushed his rigid dick against the base of the strand's thick probe into her pussy, and slid inside of it and her in one motion, grinding to a halt pressed against her clit. She screamed with passion and began humping his cock as best as she could from her hanging position, her ass clenching open and closed on the pulsing anal probe, as the sandman began fucking her through the rubbery material of the probe in her pussy. It held his dick, sucking on it even as her pussy clamped down over it, and began vibrating against her clit and the inner walls of her cunt. The sandman grabbed her hips and began pounding into Holly's latex bound pussy, knowing that he would eventually aid in Holly's release, but feeling guilty at the secret pleasure he was getting from fucking this beautiful rubberized woman. He grunted as the sleeve and Holly's cunt began milking his cock with strong deep pulls. Holly screamed as another orgasm took her, the echoes bouncing off the dark shrouded walls of the room, as the grid pad shimmered with quiescent forces just behind them, the road to Sanctuary. back =========================================== "Gnjal"-------->>>Privacy is Essential to Liberty<<<-------- =========================================== http://people.delphi.com/gnjal QGNJL# gnjal@pacbell.net -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Visit for Stories and Illustrations of Rubber, et.al. (That is, if you like to be lubed, wrapped and strapped ;-) =========================================== -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>