Message-ID: <228.repost$980810050009@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13944.txt> From: Mahgirb@webtv.net Subject: "Rubber in the Night" 3/4 (bd,sm,tor,nc,rub) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit 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: <5216-35C48CB5-22@newsd-124.bryant.webtv.net> Warning: The following is intended only for thos persons who are considered legal adults in their respective communities. As always, comments are encouraged. If you have story ideas, requests, or wish to be place on a mail list, then email: Mahgirb@webtv.net "Rubber in the Night" Part 3 of 4 by Mahgirb Gina began to wake. Her first instinct was to reach out to the soreness she felt on her chest. But she couldn't move her arms, and then she realized she couldn't move her legs either. Gina looked down and saw that she was on stage of Studio 54 sitting in what was some perverted version of a barber's chair. Her wrists were locked on the armrests and her ankles were similarly attached to the chair. Gina's entire body was wrapped in a rubber body suit, with the exception of strategical cut-outs. She had eyeholes, a nose hole, but no mouth hole. Further down someone had cut away room for her ample breast meat, and the lower orifices had been exposed as well. She could feel the cool air of the room brush against her skin; it felt good, as the rubber body suit was not only tight, it was hot. That soreness radiating from her chest was more specifically coming from her nipples, where each one had been pierced twice, a bar bell crossing deep across her nipple flesh, and a titanium ring further out on the nipple. There was no blood, but plenty of discomfort. She tried to scream, but discovered that something solid and rubber had been stuffed inside her mouth, and locked into place by the tight rubber stretched across her face. Gina watched as ThunderShark, and his two slaves behind him, walked busily across the stage. Most of the other guests were back in the booths, no doubt watching the display in front of them. Gina tried to wiggle and yell to get ThunderShark's attention, but he paid her no mind. He was preparing the next materials. ThunderShark bent down to the folds of Gina's pussy and went to work on shaving all of the pubic hair. He nicked her a couple of times and she winced each time the blade came close to her clit. When she was fully denuded of hair, he then proceeded with the pussy rings. First he held them up to Gina's face so she could get a good closeup look; the fear registered immediately with Gina and she attempted again to scream through the gag and rubber. ThunderShark quickly punched a pair of matching holes on her pussy lips and then slid a pair of titanium rings through the fresh holes. Gina's screams with this invasion of her flesh were the loudest they had been, but still no intelligible sound could be made out. Placing the seamless rings on her body was not enough for ThunderShark, of course, because he preferred to make the rings permanent. He lowered a small, exacting welder toward Gina's pussy rings, and proceeded to weld the connection just as he had with the nipple rings. Gina instantly felt a second or two of tremendous heat at each pussy ring, but then the action was over. Gina was not only on display for everyone, she was to be enjoyed by everyone as well. A type of conga-line formed at stage-right and the participants were allowed to whip at either Gina's nipple rings or her pussy rings as they passed her chair. This line lasted for about an hour. Gina would look down only quickly to see the red welts rising across her breasts. Tears were streaming down her face, down the rubber that stretched across her cheeks and chin. She quietly hoped that this was the worst of her torture. ThunderShark cleared the stage and ordered his two personal slaves to entertain the restless audience by whipping each other. He presented them each with leather tails and warned them not to go easy on each other. They nodded as if they understood what punishment awaited them for disobeying. ThunderShark returned his attention to the whimpering Gina. He held a small drill up to her face, feeling around to find the center part of the rubber gag in her mouth. "If I were you, I were moved your tongue as far back as it can go, dear." With that warning, he powered the drill bit and created a small hole all the way through the rubber gag. He brought up a narrow feeding tube and slid it inside the opening, then taped it to the exterior rubber to keep the tube in place. The other end of the tube disappeared into the wall behind her. "Let me explain this situation now, Gina. This tube in your little mouth is hooked up to the toilets system in the club bathroom; the Men's bathroom to be precise. So, whenever any of the beer-soaked men does his business, and the machine automatically flushes, well guess who is the recipient of that piss?" Gina was trying to yell out the word, No, but even if ThunderShark could make out what she was saying, it wouldn't matter. ThunderShark stood up and interrupted his slaves from their whipping. Each slave was absolutely covered in layers of sweat and whip marks, and each was glad for the break. ThunderShark got everyone's attention and offered up free drinks on him for the next three hours. Gina nearly fainted when she heard his announcement of generosity. ThunderShark came back to his new toy as the crowds rushed to one of the bars for more alcohol. "You know in truth, you may be drinking enough beer-laced piss that you might even get drunk." Gina could only dread what she knew was coming. And just at that moment, she felt a trickle of liquid coming slowly through the tube, then a sudden rush of yellowish liquid began squirming through the feeding tube. Someone had just pissed in the men's room, and she could taste the bitter fluid sloshing on her tongue. She wanted to throw up; just the idea of this stuff was making her sick. Finally, the volume of piss in her mouth was so great she had to swallow. Gina wanted to die. She couldn't believe she was being forced to drink piss. Even when it was finally swallowed, the awful taste lingered. ThunderShark dragged a large bucket and situated it directly underneath Gina's exposed pussy. Gina looked puzzled. "When you finally forget your pride and have to piss yourself, I don't want to miss a drop. I want you to have plenty of your own piss to drink when I take you home with me." That's when it hit her. Gina heard those words and she just knew she would never be free again. End of Part 3 -- +----------------' 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>