Message-ID: <5602eli$9711131057@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5602.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Jessica's Story: Rubber Doll Pt. 3 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: <3.0.3.32.19971112192549.007b37a0@postoffice.pacbell.net> See my web site for all the chapters: http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal =============== Rubber Doll Pt. 3 Gnjal 12 Nov 97 Jessica had been posing for the team of designers for what seemed like hours. The three men and a woman constantly changed her position, the lighting and their minds about what the best action figure range of poses would be. Jessica stood on the stage in her latest pose, sweat dampened nylon rubbing her tender nipples inside the rubber of the red catsuit, the rubber heels now painfully pinching her toes through long wear. She had her arms upraised holding a mock plastic scimitar, head thrown back, rubber half hood and sparkling tiara catching and reflecting the bright lights trained on her. The area under her pussy was positively soaking from the sweat accumulating under the rubber of the catsuit. Her fingers felt slippery inside the red rubber attached gloves and she still hadn't been able to ignore the tightly pressed rubber stroking her pussy every time she moved. The designers abruptly reached a decision and asked for Jim, the assistant who had organized the interviews, to roll in a stage prop and pull it up on the dais with Jessica. "Relax Jessica, they want you to pose on this next, it's for the action kit that comes with the figure their working on." Jim smiled at her, trying not to glance down at the wicked curves of her latex covered body and breasts. Jessica slumped, dropping her arms to her side, weary from the days efforts. She smiled back at Jim and moved aside as he hefted a large rocklike prop onto the dais. "What is it?" She asked. Jim wrestled it to the center, under the lights and turned back to her. "It's a part of the evil overlord's cave of terrors. The kids love his stuff. This one has manacles and spreader bars to hold those super heroes who are unfortunate enough to fall into his clutches." Jim let out an evil laugh which ended in a guffaw as he grinned at her and shook his head. Jessica walked around the faux rock and did see that it had manacles attached by very realistic looking iron chains at its head and foot. Reaching down a red rubber gloved hand, she pushed on the seemingly rough stony surface of the prop, and was surprised at its spongy, rubbery surface. "Let me help you get into it." Jim waved her to sit down leaning against the sloped side of the prop. "Let me have your hand, Jessica." Jessica held out her hand, covered in thin red latex and watched as he pulled it above her head and fastened it into the wrist manacle at the top of the faux rock. "Not to tight?" Jim asked. Jessica nodded her head no and held out her other hand as Jim moved to the other side of the prop. She looked down at her red latex covered body, breasts with their hard nipples jutting through the latex, rubber covered pussy lips clearly outlined by the tight catsuit, bisected by the crotch zipper. She flushed and closed her eyes as Jim tightened the other manacle around her wrist. Raising her arms had pulled the rubber of the catsuit even tighter against her pussy, and she closed her eyes with the unexpected feeling of pleasure it evoked. Jim knelt in front of her and took one of her rubber booted high heeled ankles in his hand. "Just move your leg slightly this way," Jim pulled her black rubber booted leg over to one of the leg spreader's manacles at the bottom of the prop. Jessica gasped as he fastened it around her ankle tightly. "Too tight, Jessica?" Jim looked up concerned. "No, it's fine, I'm just not used to this is all." Jessica smiled down at him green eyes flashing from the recesses of her black tiara rubber half-hood, her red ponytail dropping forward over her shoulder. Jim pulled her other ankle over to the last manacle, causing her rubber covered ass to slide down against the spongy rubber of the faux rock. She looked down and then away from her crotch, clearly displayed now in the tight red rubber, gold metal zipper in its center. "There you go, Jessica. Now at least you can rest a bit, no more standing." Jim waved goodbye at her and jumped off the dais as the designers returned to the studio and sat down at their easels. Jim was right, Jessica was held by the manacles and partially reclined against the spongy prop so that she could rest her legs. She only had to fling her fiery red pony tail or turn her head when one of the designers asked her to. This was much easier. Unfortunately, having little to do only made it harder to ignore the feeling of the tight rubber and underlying nylon against her hard nipples and dripping pussy. Unconsciously, she began gently gyrating her hips, eyes closing with the pleasurable feelings of the red rubber sliding over her pussy and nipples. "Jessica!" Jessica opened her eyes startled, and look down at the woman designer who had called her name. "We're not making any progress. But, it's not your fault dear, let's break and we'll pick it up again tomorrow." The auburn haired senior designer smiled kindly and turned to follow the the other designers out of the studio. Her name was Carol, and she had been staring intensely at Jessica while sketching rapidly on her art pad the whole day. "Hey, Wait! What about me?" Jessica pulled against her bonds to demonstrate the problem. "Oh. Diane will be along in just a minute. She'll let you out and get you cleaned up." Carol smiled and left the studio. Jessica sighed. Well, at least the first day had gone well. She was tired but satisfied. She moved her legs, pulling against the ankle manacles keeping them spread wide against the spongy rubber faux rock behind her. The door to the studio cracked open and Jessica called out, "Diane, is that you?" Swinging open the rest of the way. Jessica was startled at what she saw. A figure in a tight pink rubber catsuit with attached gloves entered and quickly shut the door behind her. Obviously a woman, the pink rubber clad creature had enormous breasts wrapped tightly in the pink rubber of the catsuit, with spiraling designs of silver starting at the nipples and swirling around them, splashing up over her shoulders to where a cloak of white satin was attached hanging behind her to just barely glance the top of her full ass. She wore a pair of white rubber, tall platform go-go boots which zipped to her calves. She also wore a gold leatherette utility belt with a coil of silver rope hanging from it. The silver rope bounced against her pink clad thigh and ass as she walked towards Jessica, bound on the dais under the hot lights. Jessica's eyes widened, "Who are you?" she tremulously asked. The woman in pink rubber smiled nastily at Jessica and stepped up onto the dais. Jessica couldn't tell who this woman was, because her entire head was covered in a hood of tight white rubber covered with a filigree of silver markings. All that was visible of the woman's head, were her blue eyes, hot pink lipsticked lips, and flare of blonde hair protruding from the top of the white rubber hood in a tight ponytail. Jessica pulled at the manacles holding her wrists and stared nervously at the woman, who was now standing in front of her with pink latex covered hands on her latex covered hips. Her large breasts jutted out at Jessica aggressively. The woman in pink rubber moved close to Jessica, putting her leg between Jessica's spread ones. Leaning in, she reached up and began to squeeze Jessica's b> Transfer interrupted! atsuit, while simultaneously grinding her leg against Jessica's pussy. "Wh..wh..what are you doing!?" Jessica blurted out as her nipples and pussy throbbed with the stimulus. The woman in pink latex, gazed into Jessica's green eyes and slowly licked her glossy pink lips. Leering, she reached down with one gloved hand, and grabbed the tab of Jessica's crotch zipper. "Wait, you can't do that! Wait!" Jessica protested. The woman's smile just turned nastier, and she pulled down the zipper, exposing Jessica's sopping wet pussy lips to the cool air of the studio. The nylon body stocking still held them, a tightly pressed package of lubed and throbbing flesh. The woman pinched Jessica's nipple, and pushed the other hand's index finger against Jessica's pussy lips, sliding between them, pushing in the nylon. Jessica gasped and closed her eyes. It felt so good! How could she be doing this? Who was this woman in pink latex and white satin!? Jessica's eyes flew open as she felt the woman rip open the nylon body suit at her pussy. Her wet lips were freed and pushed from the surrounding red latex of the catsuit to emerge wet and shining in the bright lights of the dais. The pink woman smiled even wider, and knelt in front of Jessica. Looking up at her with a sneer, she slowly stuck her wet tongue out from her hot pink lipsticked mouth. "Stop! You can't do this!" Jessica tried once again to pull free from the manacles holding her arms over her head and legs spread apart as the woman plunged her tongue into her dripping pussy. Jessica sucked in her breath as the pink woman ran her tongue up and down her pussy lips, stopping to plunge in, then hovering over her clit, sucking and teasing it with her lips. In spite of herself, Jessica began moving her hips, gyrating her pelvis, pressing against the woman's hot lashing tongue. She felt the beginnings of a climax and shuddered as it came ripping through her. Muscles thrumming, toes curling in the thigh high black rubber boots that contained them, Jessica screamed as the climax took her and the pink woman's tongue continued to plunge deep within her. Panting, Jessica looked down, ass clenching with the after throbs of the intense orgasm she had just had, to see the woman pull her head away from her pussy, leering. Standing up, the woman squeezed her large breasts through the latex and silver whorls covering them. She glared at Jessica, and laughed. Reaching down to her own crotch zipper, the woman yanked it open and began to finger herself, gloves slick with Jessica's juices, pink latex covered fingers plunging into her own pussy. She raised one platform go-go booted leg and planted it next to Jessica's hip, and pinched the nipple of her right breast with her free hand. Hips grinding, the woman gasped and swore as she came, white hooded head thrown back, satin cape swaying as her blonde ponytail swung back and forth from her efforts, brushing her full ass tightly covered by the pink latex catsuit. Finished cumming, she zipped herself up, dropped her foot from Jessica's side and reached over to push her pussy soaked gloved forefinger into Jessica's mouth, forcing it past her red gorged lips. Jessica twisted her head away, the woman's pink gloved fingers trailing a track of slime across her flushed cheek. The woman smiled and reached down to Jessica's crotch. Jessica flinched, as the woman pushed her bulging pussy lips back into the catsuit and zipped it tightly closed in one quick movement. She was still panting, partly from the after rush of her orgasm, and partly from fear of this woman, who had just made her taste her pussy juices. The woman reached up and unzipped her white latex hood. Leaning over in a spray of blonde hair, she yanked it off. It was the blonde bombshell from the interview! Jessica was speechless. Why would she do this to her? The blonde smiled nastily at her, raised her finger to her lips and sucked it off staring at Jessica all the while. Then, she abruptly turned on her heel and in a flourish of white satin and pink rubber, strode out of the room, ass swaying, blond hair swishing. Jessica hung in her manacles, exhausted and drained, trying to understand what had just happened. Diane smiled from where she had been watching from the dressing room door, and pushed it open to walk into the room. "Jessica, I'm so sorry I'm late. Let me get you off of that thing! I hear it went really well, the designers think you're great!" She gave Jessica a brilliant smile, and began to release her, ignoring the trail of lube and juice on Jessica's cheek. Jessica rubbed her wrists, stepped down from the dais, and followed Diane into the dressing room. She had months more of this?! What was going to happen next? ============================================================ "Gnjal"-------->>>Privacy is Essential to Liberty<<<-------- ============================================================ http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal gnjal@pacbell.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Visit for Stories and Illustrations of Rubber, et.al. 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