Message-ID: <179.repost$980809050107@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13895.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Rubber Doll Pt. 9 [FMF BD Latex] 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: <199808060158.SAA22271@mail-gw2.pacbell.net> Okay, here's another chapter of Rubber Doll fresh out of my cranium. See what you think. As always, you can get the other chapters and more stories on my FREE site <http://people.delphi.com/gnjal> along with illustrations. Email me, or drop me a line in my guestbook if you like what you read (it makes me want to write more, you know ;-) G.Njal ====================== Rubber Doll, Pt. 9 G.Njal 5 Aug 98 ---------- Jessica moaned. She had been having a crazy dream about Diane dressed in black rubber. Jim had been strapped to a rotating wheel, completely covered in black rubber, with only his straining cock head free of the tight grip of latex. Jessica twisted and tried to wake-up as the images flashed through her mind. Diane had been milking Jim’s cock with one gloved hand, as his helmeted head jerked back and forth, and had been torturing his rubber wrapped balls with her other. Jessica sucked in a breath as she remembered the dig of Diane’s blood-red nails into the black latex around Jim’s balls. Diane had been behaving like someone completely different. Standing there, stroking Jim’s hot cum into her shaven pussy lips, eyes closed in rapture, lustrous mane of black hair thrown back, grinding her hips against her hand, the lights gleaming off of the deep black rubber of her thigh high chrome-heeled boots. Jessica whimpered, as she remembered the strong chemical smell of the cloth Diane had pressed down over her mouth and nose, and the last sibilant whisper from Diane, "Don't worry, Jessica, he loves it..." Jerking herself awake, Jessica’s eyes flew open, and she twisted her head around, trying to orient herself. She was on her back, on a soft padded table, a translucent sheet of amber colored latex draped over her from her neck to her toes. Someone had taken off the pale blue bra, panties, and skirt she had been wearing, so that the soft rubber sheet was rubbing directly on her rapidly stiffening nipples. Her arms were over her head, while her legs were slightly spread under the draped amber rubber sheet. Jessica pulled her arms, and felt the slightly springy tug of latex straps around her wrists. Pulling on them, she felt a growing feeling of a curious mix of panic and anticipation curl in her belly. Pulling up on her legs, she felt the tautness of thick rubber strapping around her ankles as well. She was trapped. She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the crease between her thigh and hip, trailing down to dampen the already moistened lips of her sex. She yanked furiously against the straps binding her, the sweat-slickened amber latex sticking to her breasts and legs. She craned her neck up against the latex sheet, trying to see where she was, her straining hips and legs sliding against the rubber over them. She was in her studio, up on the dais, all of the lights off, except for the floodlights glaring down on her. Jessica’s fiery red hair had been braided into a tight ponytail, which flipped behind her head, as she looked frantically for some means of escape. She opened her mouth to scream… “Oh, I wouldn’t bother with that if I were you, honey.” Diane’s voice echoed huskily from the darkness around the dais. “I’ve sent everyone home for the weekend. Well, almost everyone.” She laughed low and nastily. Jessica heard the click of a light switch. Another floodlight came on, illuminating a spot just to Jessica’s right. She gasped when she saw what was hanging there. Suspended by thick chains ascending into the darkness of the studio rafters, thick rubber strapping and chrome rings shining under the harsh light, hung a man mummified in tight black latex. Jessica could see the bulge and flex of his arms and thighs as he struggled against the thick clinging rubber that tightly contained him. His arms pinioned to his sides under the rubber, strapping every few inches cinched tightly across his body, he moaned and shook his head, a heavy black gasmask covering his hooded face, only his blue eyes visible under all of the latex. A thick rubber codpiece bulged out from the unzipped crotch of the mummy bag. “Jim?” Jessica asked in a querulous voice. The man hanging next to her, mumphed under the gasmask, and jerked against the straps and rubber binding him in desperate acknowledgement. “What do you think of Hammer, Jessica? Do you like how I wrapped him for you?” Diane walked into the light at the edge of the dais, blocking Jessica’s view of the struggling Jim. “If you’re nice, baby, I may even let you unwrap him.” She laughed again, low and sultry, hopping up onto the dais beside Jessica. Jessica’s eyes widened, and her angry response was forgotten, as she stared at Diane. Diane was completely covered in black latex. The tight, shining catsuit she wore rippled and stretched with her every move, as she strode over to stand next to the bound and helpless Jessica. A mask of black rubber curved over the top half of her face, faint embossing above the eyes, giving Diane the aspect of a bird, her thick black hair gathered by the mask and cascading down behind her in a fan of luxuriant ebony waves. Her deeply red colored lips curled in a voracious leer as she ran a gloved hand over the amber sheet at Jessica’s strapped ankle, up her thigh, across her belly, and to her breasts. Gleaming chrome zippers lined the catsuit directly over both of Diane’s breasts, and over her pussy, matching the chrome buckled ankle straps of the black patent leather 5 inch heels she was wearing. Diane smiled predatorily down at Jessica, and traced the edge of the blue satin corset still laced tightly around her waist through the rubber sheet. She licked her lips and ran her black latex covered fingers up to caress Jessica’s raised arms, the pale blue opera gloves muted through the amber latex. “I do so love you in blue, darlin.” Diane murmured. And suddenly locked her brown eyes intently on Jessica’s green ones. “And I DO so love playing with you. Have you enjoyed your sessions so far, baby? I think we’ve given the designers much more than they ever dreamed of getting.” She broke her gaze and turned to look at Jim’s mummified form. “And Hammer is definitely enjoying himself.” Diane laughed as Jim protested from his bondage. “I may even let some of the designs they’ve come up with go to production.” Diane turned back to Jessica and smiled. “You are special dear, and I just couldn’t keep up the pretense anymore. I want to play with you myself. NOW.” “What…what do you mean?” Jessica stammered. She strained against the latex sheet and straps holding her, trying to keep Diane in view. “Oh, you don’t think that all those designers came up with those delicious session setups themselves, do you?” Diane laughed. “I came up with them myself. And of course, being the real owner of this company, the designers do what I tell them to do.” She put both of her hands on Jessica’s thighs, and slowly moved them up, pressing the loose latex sheet till it squeaked and bunched against the shaven mound of Jessica’s pussy. Jessica moaned and pulled weakly against the straps around her wrists and ankles, twisting under the warm and slippery rubber sheet, the sweat from her body making the amber latex clear were it stretched against her nipples, hips and knees. “I just knew I had to have you to play with, when you applied wearing that delicious Erica the Ninja Queen spandex ensemble.” Diane breathed, as she began stroking the latex against Jessica’s quivering pussy lips. Jessica whimpered as she felt herself responding to Diane’s caresses. Jim yelled around the tightly packed rubber gag under his hood and gasmask, arched his back, and stretched his muscled arms against straps and rubber binding him. “Oh, Hammer, don’t worry, I won’t hurt her. I just want to play with her.” Diane snapped at Jim, “Now shut up! I’ll deal with you soon enough.” “You don’t really mind if I play with you, do you dear? Deep down, you’re even looking forward to it, aren’t YOU?” Diane hissed into Jessica’s ear, as she stopped her rubbing of Jessica’s tender cunt. Reaching down under the table, Diane pulled out a red rubber cat-o-nine tails and slapped it across her gloved hand. “I want to introduce you to some of the more interesting aspects of latex love, dear, sweet, innocent Jessica. My pretty rubber doll.” Diane trailed the tails of the whip across Jessica’s chest, dragging its tails across the amber latex sticking wetly to the twin delicious mounds of her tits. Jessica looked up at Diane in alarm, “Diane, you can’t do this to me, let Jim and me go!” Diane frowned down at Jessica, pulling the whip back, stroking its shaft up and down like she was petting some affronted animal. Abruptly she smiled and said brightly, “Oh, I knew I had forgotten something.” Reaching back under the table with one gloved arm, she felt around, a look of concentration in her warm brown eyes, stunningly framed by the black rubber of her half-mask. “Ah, here it is!” She pulled a black rubber pump gag from under the table with a flourish. Setting the whip in between Jessica’s outstretched legs, the hard knob of its end pressed against Jessica’s cunt, Diane lifted the gag up so Jessica could see it. “What? Diane, No! Don’t…” Jessica’s protests where muffled by Diane’s insistent push of the rubber gag between her lips and into her mouth. She quickly cinched and buckled the gag’s straps around Jessica’s neck and gave its pump-bulb a couple of quick squeezes. Jessica yelled, as the gag expanded in her mouth, pushing out her cheeks and pressing her tongue down. “No more whining, my precious rubber doll. Everyone else in this damn company has been playing with you for all these weeks, and now it’s MY turn.” Diane laid her hand on the whip and ground it slowly against Jessica’s clit, teasing the hard nub of pleasure from the engorged fleshy hood hiding it. “Are you comfortable dear? How do you like my little rubber table?” Diane asked as she continued to grind the bulbous knob of the whip handle against Jessica’s clit, smiling as Jessica moaned and wriggled underneath the clear amber latex. “It’s actually has some quite interesting abilities. Do you want me to show you?” Jessica’s eyes widened, the green irises flashing in alarm once again, shaking her head no, causing the bulb of the pump gag to flail back and forth on the end of the tube protruding from her mouth. “You DO want me to show you? I thought you would.” Diane laughed nastily, her red lips curled in a sneer beneath the deep black of her mask. She slid her foot forward, her latex covered toes stretching in the open-toed high heels she was wearing, and pressed down on a foot pedal at the base of the table. A compressor softly hummed into life, and with a long sucking sound, the amber sheet covering Jessica’s body slowly deflated. The latex pressed down between her legs, under her arms, around her tits and hips, everywhere, as she struggled against it. Jessica yelled as the amber rubber clamped against her, her tits separated, her hard nipples jutting up into the air, her naked and shaven pussy lips spread, even the lacings of her blue satin corset tightly conformed to and wrapped by the suctioning translucent latex. Just when she thought it would press the breath out of her, Diane clicked the foot pedal once more. “There now, how does that feel my sweet little rubber doll? Is it nice and comfy? Are you ready for some fun?” Diane asked her in a babying voice. She ran her black gloved hands up and down Jessica’s latex encased form, squeezing her tits through the rubber, finding and pinching her nipples between the index finger and thumb of each hand. Jessica whimpered and found that the deflated latex sheet made movement impossible. She began shivering as Diane picked up the whip and trailed its tails over her pinioned thighs. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I always take very GOOD care of my toys.” Diane announced and abruptly slapped the whip across Jessica’s spread and vulnerable sex. Jessica jumped and tried to yell around the gag stuffed into her mouth. “Shhh, shhh, my little latex princess, can you imagine what it would feel like if you weren’t protected by this lovely rubber?” Diane emphasized the word rubber by bringing the whip down on Jessica’s latex encased tits. Jim yelled, his struggles in the hanging mummy bag making it swing back and forth, his blue eyes panicked behind the gasmask lenses, as he watched Diane begin flicking the whip against Jessica’s stiff nipples, over and over again. Jessica closed her eyes and arched her back against Diane’s assault. She trembled as she felt her pussy quiver. What was happening? She actually felt an undercurrent of pleasure radiate from her pussy, as the whip’s red latex tails slapped against her sensitive nipples. She opened her eyes in shock, to see Diane staring down at her, brown eyes warm and beautiful, a smile of recognition on her face. “It feels good, doesn’t it my little rubber doll?” Diane whispered to her. Playing the whip across her heaving tits. “Your nipples are directly connected to your pussy, darlin, did you know that? Can you feel your pussy getting ready to be fucked baby? Do you want a big thick cock in your sweet shaved pussy, honey, pumping you while I whip your sweet sensitive tits?” Diane paused, looking down at Jessica, knowing absolutely now, what she had only guessed before. Jessica was made to be a rubber doll, HER rubber doll. To play with, and to cum with. Speaking softly, Diane timed her strokes of the whip with her words, “You are MY rubber doll, Jessica, and I’m going to MAKE you cum so many times, that you WON’T remember what your NAME is, and… you… won’t… CARE.” Jessica moaned and twisted against the rubber binding her, wrapping her, and defining her. The blue satin of her corset and the matching pale blue latex of her opera length gloves contrasted with the color of her perspiration-slicked skin against the tight amber latex in an erotic rubber tableau. She felt her pussy quiver again, and an electric wave of pleasure rolled through her body, sparking off the touch of the whip against her covered breasts. The all enveloping feel of the tight latex over every inch of her body made her light headed, and dizzy with erotic abandon. Jessica nearly swooned with realization. She loved this! God, help her, she was loving every minute of this! Jessica moaned again and looked up into Diane’s eyes, and saw her smile knowingly, triumphantly. “Yes, Jessica, you know it, don’t you. You ARE meant to be my rubber doll. Your pussy has decided, hasn’t it?” Diane, grabbed the whip in her other hand, stopping it, and leaned down close to look into Jessica’s lovely green eyes. “Good, baby, now let’s give your pussy what it wants.” Diane climbed up onto the table, the black latex of her catsuit stark against the translucent rubber covering Jessica. Straddling Jessica’s hips, she held the red rubber whip up for her inspection. “This whip has many uses, my sweet rubber doll. Do you want to see?” Diane asked with a leer. Jessica nodded her head yes, surprising even herself, succumbing to the overwhelming need swelling in her pussy, as it yelled out for stimulus, for climax, for orgasmic relief. Diane smiled and turned the whip handle to show Jessica a small recessed switch on its haft. She grinned and pressed it home. The whip began buzzing and vibrating against Diane’s gloved fingers. Diane reached down and opened the zipper over her pussy, revealing the shaven mound of her sex, then pushed the whip down between them, trapping it against Jessica’s spread and rubber encased pussy with the press of her own naked and glistening cunt. Both women began to moan, as the strong vibrations of the whip reached their clits. Jim stopped struggling against the tight grip of the mummy sack, and stared out at the women in amazement. Jessica was moaning with abandon, as Diane writhed on top of her, her black rubber clad legs splayed to either side of Jessica’s hips, her hands up and gripping Jessica’s strapped wrists through the rubber, as she ground her catsuited.tits against Jessica’s spread breasts. He felt his cock harden and press tightly against the thick rubber codpiece. His breathing quickened and fogged the bottom of the gasmask’s acrylic lenses. It was true! Jessica was destined to be a rubber doll. Diane had been right all along. His cocked pulsed in erotic sympathy with the women up on the dais as they moaned and rubbed and shivered themselves towards orgasm. Jessica jerked and began shuddering underneath Diane. Diane slid her arms down and grabbed Jessica’s face between her hands. “Look at me, Jessica!” Diane hissed, never stopping her pelvic grind against the madly vibrating whip handle poked stiffly between them. “Look at me, while you cum, RUBBER DOLL!” Jessica opened her eyes with a whimper, sucking in a long whistling breath through her nose as her pussy finally spasmed into orgasm, the climax making her jerk against the tight latex encasing her, straining against it, her hips slamming the buzzing whip again and again against her throbbing clit. Diane shuddered as Jessica’s orgasmic spasms jammed the vibrating whip repeatedly against her own pussy and clit, its handle gleaming and slimed with her cunt juices. Staring into Jessica’s eyes, she began cumming herself, and the two women gasped together, as the intensity of their shared orgasm overwhelmed them. Jim’s cock pressed almost painfully against its rubber prison, as he panted in erotic accompaniment to the climaxing rubber covered women spotlighted on the dais in front of his mummified form. He watched as Diane slowly relaxed down from her climax, and then tenderly kissed Jessica on the forehead, all the while holding her flushed and gagged face between her latex gloved hands. He saw Diane whisper something to Jessica, before sliding off of her, a gleaming black ebony creature of erotic sensuality. Diane jumped of the edge of the dais, and strode over to stand in front of Jim. “I told you, Hammer.” Diane sneered up at him, her hands quickly working free the heavy codpiece trapping his dick. “She’s a natural, and I’m keeping her. No matter what you say.” Diane flipped her black hair and yanked Jim’s stiff dick and balls from the mummy sack. “And there’s nothing you can do about it, is there? Hammer.” She hissed at him. Reaching down between her legs, she wiped her dripping pussy with her hand, leaving a trail of slippery juices across the black latex of her gloved palm. “Get used to it, Hammer, she’s MINE.” Diane grabbed onto his jutting cock and began violently jerking him off, her other hand clenched tightly around his balls as she squeezed them. Jim gasped and shuddered, looking out at the table where Jessica lay, trapped like some erotic rubber creature in translucent amber latex, her head turned towards him, orgasm fogged eyes watching as Diane pulled on his stiff dick and abused his balls. Jim’s cock jerked and spewed out a load of sticky white cum, long white streamers of it lubing Diane’s gloved hands as she continued to milk him. He groaned with the intensity of the orgasm, the lenses of the gasmask finally fogging up completely, cutting him off from the sight of Jessica face as she watched him, as he was forced to cum, mummified in rubber, at the mercy of Diane. “That’s it Hammer, give it up for ME! You know it’s what you want. What you NEED!” Diane glared up at him, her mouth set in a firm line as she continued to pump his throbbing cock, squeezing and pulling at his balls, until every last ounce of jism was milked from his protesting body. “Remember, you are mine, just as much as Jessica will be, darling Hammer, for ever and always.” Diane laughed and looked back at Jessica still trapped on the table, loving the delicious look of sensual confusion on her face. The after-flush of Diane’s own intense orgasm made her feel giddy and powerful. The Wicked Widow was back to stay, as bad as ever, and ready to play. She laughed again, a low sensuous sound, as she slowly licked Jim’s cum off of her gloved hands, her tongue leaving the black latex shining clean with spit, while staring at Jessica’s bound and rubberized form. “You are a sweet rubber doll, dear Jessica, a sweet orgasmic rubber doll for me to play with, over and over again…” Diane murmured to herself. Her mind roiled with images of all the things she was going to do to her two rubber playthings. Diane preened her hair like a contented bird of prey, her deep red lips glistening with cum in the glare of the spotlights. ---------- <../storiessp.htm>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. 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