Message-ID: <7400eli$9801181708@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7400.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Holly's Run [MF BD Rubber SciFi] 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: <3.0.3.32.19980116203651.007dc6c0@postoffice.pacbell.net> Here's a quick one I dashed off today. See what you think, find more on my site (free of course!) with illustrations and computer renderings to match. Gnjal http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal ============== Holly's Run Gnjal 16 Jan 98 Based on a story idea from Brad After the cosmetic surgery robot had gone crazy and killed Doc, Holly had run for her life. The sandmen were after her now! And it wasn't even her time, her crystal had months till it began flashing. She looked down at the hard chip of silicon embedding in her palm, and squeezed her hand into a fist in frustration and fear. The explosions and screaming people back at the Cosmetic Bazaar had given her a chance to slip away unnoticed as the rogue Sandman Logan had blasted his way out of the office, killing Doc in the process. A tear wet the corner of Holly's eye as she thought about Doc, cut to ribbons by the suddenly maniacal surgery robot on the session table that they had both used to create such beautiful people with. Well, that was over now! Damn that sandman! And now she had to think of some way to avoid the sandmen chasing her now. She shuddered thinking of the one with the crazy gleam to his eyes; Francis she had heard the other sandmen call him. She had changed from her ripped and torn twinkling grey mini dress into a unitard of tight shiny blue thinskin covered by a wispy green drape of sparklebright cloth. Hoping to blend in with the St. Minos day's revelers, she was now in the middle of a pack of intoxicated and wildly dancing people dressed in even brighter clothes than she was. Trying to smile and laugh with the people around her, she waited till the group was opposite a Grid booth, and with a quick sideways glance dashed inside. She had heard rumors that there was another entry into the Runner's escape route, and it was to be found on the Grid. She had plied the grid often enough in her life, plying the femfem, manfem, and groupgrope channels to many encounters which left her sweaty and satisfied. But the Runner's path wasn't on any of those channels. The nervously whispered hint she had been given was that runner's could escape the city and reach Sanctuary by a contact found on the Twist channel. She had never had the courage to try the Twist channel before. Her one friend Tari had tried once, and returned with a dazed look in her eyes, and rope marks on her wrists. Tari only responded vaguely to Holly's questions on the episode, saying something about "the Master wouldn't want me to talk about him, he would be very angry, Holly..." The Twist channel of the Grid was reserved for those into bondage and discipline games, and interests outside of the norm for the city in general. Casual and frequent sex was applauded and encouraged by the city, and the other channels were full of people jumping from one encounter to another, fucking and sucking their way through the cities inhabitants in an endless parade of flesh. Holly was more than satisfied with the norm channels, but now she had to try Twist. It was her only chance. Shutting the door of the Grid booth behind her, she straightened her drape and stared into the dark glass front of the booth. The dim lights of the booth had clicked on when she closed the door, and made a halo of her beautiful long blond hair. She patted it into to shape, and leaned forward to tap the Grid screen. "Welcome to the Grid! What channel would you like to try today?" An over enthusiastic man's voice announced. The screen glowed to life in front of her with the icons representing the femfem, manfem, groupgrope and other norm channels. At the bottom was an icon she had never pressed, the Twist channel. It showed at picture of a man and woman, naked, and contorted about a center pole between them in a helix shape. The expressions on their faces was slowly flipping back and forth between ecstatic and fearful. Holly took a deep breath and pressed the Twist channel icon. "You have chosen the Twist channel, home to the unusual and bizarre. Please select your sub category." The voice requested. Holly had never seen the choices before. But the whispered hint had been specific. Looking for the icons that had been described to her, she quickly pressed the one with a writhing black rubber column, and the icon picturing a wide chrome collar with keyhole and key. "You have chosen the rubber submission sub categories! Congratulations! Please confirm your choices now." The voice cheerfully recommended. Holly's hand paused midway to pressing the green accept icon as her resolve weakened. Maybe the sandmen only wanted to talk to her. They couldn't believe that she was a runner, could they? Holly stared at the flashing green accept icon, and glanced at the crystal embedded in her palm. She gasped. It was flashing! No! It wasn't her time for the Renewal Ceremony! She forced back tears as she realized there was no going back now and slapped the accept icon in front of her. "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. Holly held her breath and wondered what the booth would have her wearing before the transport to the Grid proper. A hum started and the vibrations entered her body as the Grid Booth warmed to its task. Holly closed her eyes as she felt her unitard and drape dissolve from her body, leaving her naked in the climate controlled confines of the booth. "Twist...Rubber preparation will now begin." A sultry female voice announced from in front of her. She stiffened as the booth's fields stroked and manipulated the space around her. She felt some kind of material building up around her body, covering her feet, legs, belly, torso and head. She had never had the Grid Booth put anything on her face before, and was startled as she felt the material coalescing around her cheeks, ears, and nose. "Stage one preparation complete." The female voice had a bitchy quality to it now, like it was almost sneering at her. Holly opened her eyes and stared at the suddenly mirrored panel in front of her. She was covered completely in tight shining black rubber! Only her eyes and mouth peeked from the tight wrapping, with her hair pulled into a ponytail and cascading down her back. She moved her legs apart and noticed that the material had slits above her pussy. She stroked her rubber covered hands down her body and slipped a finger through the slit, sucking in her breath at the delicious feeling of her latex covered finger sliding between her pussy lips. "Twist...Rubber...Submission preparation will now begin." The female voice of the booth sounded like it was mocking her. She pulled her hand from her pussy guiltily and stood straight again, waiting for the next stage to begin. The booth fields hummed into to life around her and she was prodded and pushed by them until she was bent over, arms behind her back, legs spread wide, and her head pulled back by her beautiful blonde ponytail. Holly grunted with discomfort and unease at the feeling of the slick black rubber sliding over her naked and sweating body as the booth's fields ramped up to another level and continued with the preparation. A chrome metal spreader bar appeared between her ankles, attached to the forming ankle cuffs of the same metal. A matching spreader bar forced her knees apart, spreading the slit of the rubber wide at her crotch, baring her moist and engorged pussy lips. She gasped as her arms were pulled even tighter behind her into some kind of rubber single sleeve that was strapped around her shoulders. "Wait! Wait...I don't know about this!" Holly began to protest, but the booth ignored her and continued with her preparation for the Twist channel. A wide stiff rubber collar grew into place around her neck, forcing her head back even farther, while her ponytail was somehow being braided into a ring at the base of the rubber single sleeve cinching her arms together. She struggled under the booths fields as a thick rubber gag formed in her mouth, pressing her jaws wide and plunging deep as it was strapped tightly down. "MMMMphh! MMMMMmmmph!" Holly tried to yell at the booth, but the gag stopped her. She teetered as high heeled thigh high boots appeared on her legs, shining wickedly in the flashing lights of the manipulator fields. There was a momentary pause, and then she felt the fields grasp her tightly, ass pushed out. "Stage two preparation complete" The female voice sounded pleased with itself. Holly twisted in the dim light of the booth, mouth working around the rubber gag, blue eyes rolling from the eye holes of the black rubber covering her head. "Twist...Rubber...Submission...Runner preparation will now begin" Holly jerked in fear. It new she was a runner! She began struggling against the arm sleeve and spreader bars holding her, yanking her head forward against her own tied and braided ponytail as the Grid Booth fields hummed to life once again. She felt the fields push at her pussy lips and between her butt cheeks, and screamed as thick plugs of rubbery material vibrated into existence in her cunt and ass. She wriggled and pulled against the fields that held her, biting down fearfully on the rubber gag filling her mouth. It knew she was a runner! She moaned and her struggles lessened as the rubber filling her began to vibrate and throb with warm silky ripples inside her vagina and ass. She panted as her pussy responded and the rubber pulsed against her clit. Bound in rubber, identified as a runner, she was oblivious to it all as her body shuddered with an intense orgasm. The booth misted the air with a strong aphrodisiac and proceeded with the program. Holly stood quivering in the grip of her rubber bondage and post orgasm hormone flush as flaps of rubber material formed on either side of her head, splayed out likes wings to either side, each edged with the teeth of a zipper. She tried to focus her eyes, her pussy throbbing from the rubber sliding and vibrating against it, disorientated from the effect of the aphrodisiac mist. "Prepare for Grid insertion, channel Twist, sub category rubber, submission, runner" Trying to back off the Grid transportation mat, she took a couple awkward tiny steps in her thigh high heeled boots, hobbled by the flashing chrome spreader bars locked around her ankles and above her knees. Whimpering, she twisted her rubber wrapped arms behind her as the fields of the Grid's transportation rose up in waves of pulsating green force. She let out a muffled yelp as the field pushed her tween and into the Grid in a shower of incandescence. =========================== She materialized in a strangely quite place, with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the rubber plugs still vibrating and stroking inside of her, head forced high by her rubber posture collar and kept taut by the tension on her blonde ponytail from where it was braided to a chrome ring on the end of the single rubber sleeve over her arms. She bobbled on her high heels, the chrome cuffs of the spreader bars pressing into her legs and ankles as the Grid field dissipated. "Hello, Runner..." a soft voice hissed. Holly's open her deep blue eyes wide in alarm as she recognized the man in front of her. It was Francis, the creepy sandman. She whimpered, the tight rubber covering her squeaking from her nervous movements as the sandman approached her. "Welcome to the Twist channel, Runner. Are you seeking sanctuary?" The sandman was dressed in a rubber pants stuffed into dark boots, and a tight tank top, with heavy rubber gauntlets covering his hands and arms up to his elbows. He held a rubber whip in one hand and was slapping it against the palm of the other. Holly pulled against the rubber arm binder and felt the tight collar pressing into the soft under side of her rubber covered chin as she tried to inch away from the rubberized sandman. "Well, this is the start of the path, Runner." Francis grinned, his eyes dancing with a weird gleam as he reached a gloved hand forward to stroke Holly's pussy through the rubber covering it, pressing in on the thick rubber plug filling her cunt. As if in response, both plugs began vibrating and wriggling madly inside of her. "MMMMmmmph! mmmmmmmmm" Holly twisted under her bonds, the black rubber covering her body gleaming in the light of the room, her stiff nipples clearly outlined by the tight rubber over her small pert breasts. "Does that feel good, runner?" The sandman grabbed Holly's chin with his other hand, tilting her rubber hooded and gagged face towards him, and stared into her wide blue eyes as he continued to press on the activator of the plug jumping and sliding in her now hot and lubed pussy. She moaned and twisted her face away from him. Trying to fight the intense sensation of pleasure his touch and the plugs' mad dance were evoking in her. The aphrodisiac had fogged her brain, making her weak with lust. "Turn around, Runner!" Francis ordered, "I want to see your rubber covered ass." He reached behind Holly and grabbed the bottom ring of the single sleeve and pulled her around until she stood, legs shaking from the waves of pleasure coming from the butt and pussy plugs, gleaming rubber covered ass up and presented. "This is the first stop on the path to Sanctuary, Runner. You'll be making the whole trip on the Twist channel, every sandman is going to want to 'help' you along." Francis grinned and stroked Holly's round ass through the rubber, " But let's get acquainted, shall we?" The sandman dropped the rubber whip, and deftly unzipped his pants, reaching in with gloved fingers to pull out his stiff rubber sheathed dick. Holly turned and looked behind her in horror, as he grabbed her hips, pulling her bound and spread ass towards him. She moaned as he tapped the base of the rubber plug in her pussy and it slid out with a plop. It dropped to the floor with a thud. Wriggling in her rubber wrappings, Holly finally surrendered to the aphrodisiac and bondage and pushed her ass towards the sandman, impaling herself on his thick cock and making them both gasp with the long silky lubed slide of her pussy. "Runner! You may reach Sanctuary yet!" Francis laughed and tapped one of the rubber wings on the side of Holly's head while pushed forward with his dick into her moist tight cunt. The black shining flaps rippled and suddenly began sealing together over Holly's face, quickly covering and hiding her wide eyes. "You better hurry, runner. Those flaps aren't programmed to open until we both cum!" Francis began stroking in and out of Holly's cunt, grunting with the slick grip pleasure of it. Slapping her ass with his gloved hand, he admired her blonde ponytail and rubber bondage, and lost himself in the rubber slap of his hips against her ass, and the panting rush of Holly's breathing through the slim space provided by the closed flaps of the rubber hood. Holly screamed into her gag as she came from the repeated forceful ramming of the sandman's rigid dick into her cunt. As Francis felt the orgasmic clenching of Holly's vagina around his cock, he began cumming also, hot shots of his cum filling the rubber sheath over his dick, ballooning it inside of Holly's pussy. The face flaps unpeeled like petals from her face, revealing a panting Holly, sweating under her rubber, pussy throbbing from the intense climax she had just experienced. "Good Runner. Now to continue, I only have you until the morning, then you go on to the next sandman on the Twist channel..." Francis pulled his dick from her sopping pussy and tapped the butt plug filling her ass, causing it to fall to the ground as the other had. He grinned at Holly's expression of incredulousness as he positioned his rapidly revitalized cock at her asshole. "Ready, Runner? Here we go!" Francis tapped one of the rubber wings, triggering them to seal tightly against Holly's face once again. He grinned and moved slowly pushed forward as Holly, abandoning herself to the rubber and bondage, rotated her ass back against him. "Welcome to Twist, Runner!" ============================================================ "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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