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Here's part 7 of Jessica's story.  See my web site for the other chapters
and more
original stories and renderings.

    http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal


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Rubber Doll Pt.7

Gnjal 
16 Feb 98 


Erica the Ninja Queen strode down the hall running between the design studios,
flush with the sense of her own power, gleaming red latex covered ass curving
deliciously out of the deep black rubber of her thigh high spike heeled
boots, which
until just shortly had been locked around the bound and helpless Jim in his
Hammer
guise. 

Her red ponytail swished back and forth in a fiery sweep under the bright
overhead
lights, and her lips curved with a dangerouse and satisfied smile of a
huntress. 
Jessica had found her center of self-confidence, as Erica the Ninja Queen. 

"Jessica!" 

Her steps faltered and she stopped, turning to glance back towards the
voice that
had called out to her.  It was Diane.  Peeking her head out of the second
studio door,
deep brown eyes peering over her old-fashioned horn-rimmed reading glasses
leashed to her neck by a slender golden chain, cute black bob showing glossy
highlights which suddenly made Jessica want to stroke it, to pet her like
some well
groomed feline. 

"Jessica, can you help me?   Evelyn went home early today sick, and I just
can't seem
to get the Crystal out of today's costume."  Diane pressed her dusky red lips
together in a frustrated smile and motioned behind her.  Crystal, the buxum
blonde
bimbo who had taken advantage of her when she was manacled to that damn rock. 
Crystal, whose breasts and bleached blonde hair were both too big to be
natural. 

Jessica turned and walked over to Diane, loosing a little of Erica's
forthright step and
looking hesitantly into the next studio.  She had never been in the other
two studios,
but at a glance, it looked like a carbon copy of her own.  Except for the
figure outlined
in bright lights up on the cental dais. 

"I don't know how the designers come up with these costumes, darling, but I
know
they never give a wit as to how easy they are to get in and out of."  Diane
let the
door swing closed, and walked in front of Jessica towards the dais, her
well-rounded
lycra covered ass sliding under a long grey sweatshirt, deep black lycra
leggings
catching glints of the studio lights from the bottom of her derriere to her
toned
calves.  The leggings disappeared into the scrunched up wool of Diane's
socks and
the bright white leather of her running shoes. 

"Dammit, Diane, Get me out of here!"  Jessica heard the figure on the dais
whine. 
Following Diane, she felt her breath quicken as she looked at the costume
Crystal
was stuck in. 

Spanning the full width of the dais and pushing up into the rafters above
were a pair
of huge white wings.  Gleaming with gilt edges, it looked like they were
made out of
rubber.  They were suspended by steel rings connected to a hoist and
crossbar high
above.  Crystal was wearing the wings, or they were wearing her, it was
hard to tell. 

Suspended with her arms raised and embedded in the wings, Crystal stood,
wearing a
hot pink latex tanksuit, breasts straining against a low cut pink rubber
front which
barely contained them, tan legs shining with sweat in the harsh lights of
the dais, up
on her toes in a pair of calf high white patent go-go boots. 

Only her eyes and glossy pink lips were visible under a lifelike dove mask,
complete
with beak and gold-flecked feathers.  She wriggled against the constraint
of the
rubber wings pinioning her arms, her breasts outlined by criss-crossed
white rubber
straps running tauntly between them.  Jessica could see Crystal's nipples,
hard and
aroused beneath the thin pink latex. 

"Now, now, Crystal.  No reason to get upset, I've gotten some help to get
you down. 
I know your arms must be tired, it was a long session today, wasn't it?"
Diane
soothed as she jumped up on the dias and moved behind the spread of Crystal's
rubber wings, trying to find where the straps holding them onto her torso were
fastened. 

"Did you have to bring her!"  Crystal's beak turned to point at Jessica,
standing with
one heeled foot on the edge of the stage, leaning onto her knee, trying not
to laugh
at Crystal's predicament. 

"Jessica was kind enough to help, Crystal, don't be rude."  Diane slightly
admonishing whiskey and smokes purr came from behind Crystal. 

"What do you think of Crystal's costume, Jessica?  The designers finally
are putting
some non-combatent figures into the line.  Crystal here is the Power Dove
of Peace." 

Jessica couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out loud, before
smothering her
giggles under her latex gloved palms. 

"Well, nobody asked your opinion Miss Pert Ass Ninja!" Crystal snapped and
jerked
her arms, causing her breasts to heave, the twin mounds dangerously close to
escaping the hold of the pink latex tank suit, while the expansive white
rubber wings
swaying above her, causing the attached hoist chains to rattle and clink. 

"Crystal, hold still!" Diane scolded her. 

Jessica stifling her giggles, leaped up onto the dais in one fluid
movement, making
both Diane and Crystal pause.  Ponytail swinging, Jessica strode up to
Crystal, heels
clicking, hips swaying in a seductive and confident rhythm of  red latex
and black
rubber.  She was every inch Erica the Ninja Queen once again. 

"Diane..." Jessica drawled out, slow and sensuously, "Why don't you let me get
Crystal down, I know you still have to cleanup our studio, and I'm sure
Crystal won't
mind." 

She caught Crystal's birdmasked eyes with an intense gaze, cutting off any
protest
she was about to utter. 

"Well, it would let me get home on time.  You don't mind Crystal?" Diane
stopped her
investigation of Crystal's costume and walked to the edge of the dais. 

"Oh, I'm sure it's okay with Crystal.  Run along Diane, I'll take care of
everything." 
Jessica moved in closer to Crystal catching her eye and then glancing down
deliberately at her heaving pink rubber covered breasts. 

"Well, that's just great Jessica! Thanks, dear, I owe you one."  Diane
stepped down
off the dais, and was across the floor and to the door in a moment.  "See
you darlings
tomorrow!"  With a quick wave and a bang of the closing door she was gone. 

Jessica's deep red lips twisted in a wicked smile as she realized  that
Diane would be
finding the "mess" she left in the other studio; Jim "the Hammer," bound,
cock and
balls exposed and held by the tight waistband of his black rubber leggings,
splattered with his own cum, probably cooking up some hasty explanation as
to why
he was stuck in such a compromising position. 

"Crystal, you do look cute, as the Power Dove of Peace, don't you?"
Jessica reached
up a red gloved hand and stoked Crystal's left nipple, rubbing the tight
pink latex
across it, "Oh, and your nipples are soooo hard too!"  Jessica smiled from
beneath
her rubber half-hood, tiara sparkling in the bright lights, possessed by
the fierce and
erotic spirit of Erica the Ninja Queen. 

Crystal moaned, and tried to twist her huge breasts away from Jessica's
pinching
fingers, rattling the chains above them.  "What do you think you're
doing...?" she
moaned, white booted heels stamping on the dais floor, trying to steady
herself. 

"Oh, I'm helping you out of your predicament, Dove."  Jessica raised her
other hand
and began squeezing Crystal's breasts together, the rubber of her glove hands
squeaking against the tight pink latex.  She moved a rubber booted leg
forward and
pressed it between Crystal's tanned and sweat-sheened thighs, rubbing it
against
Crystal's latex covered crotch. 

Crystal moaned and squeezed her thighs around Jessica's booted leg,
dove-masked
head turned to the side, beak low, pink gloss covered lips quivering with
the intense
pleasure she was deriving from Jessica's attentions. 

Jessica moved her leg back and forth as Crystal squeezed her thighs and bumped
and humped her quickly moistening pussy, held packed under tight pink
rubber, over
the gleaming black rubber of her thigh high spike heeled boots. 

"That's it Dove, ride my leg, get your pussy nice and wet..." Jessica
hissed, and
hooking her red latex gloved fingers under the tight pink latex at
Crystal's cleavage,
yanked down, so that Crystal's huge breasts popped out, both nipples hard and
wrinkled nubs of arousal.  She then released the rubber tank top, letting
it slide
across the sweat slicked underside of Crystal's tits, until it snapped
tightly into place
underneath them, pushing them up. 

Crystal yelped and then moaned, pussy still bumping and grinding, as
Jessica caught
her nipples between her fingers and began pinching them, fingers splayed to
the
sides, gripping the ripe curves of Crystal's unbelievable breasts. 

"Is this helping, Dove?  I know your session must have been long and
boring.  Didn't
any of the designers come up to stroke your pussy while you were waiting
for them
to finish lunch?"  Jessica said in a contemptuous voice. 

"No, they didn't touch me...Erica!" Crystal jerked, white rubber wings
swaying under
the lights, going up on her booted toes, ass clenched around Jessica's
thigh as the
sensations of her throbbing pussy and clit reached a crescendo.  She
screamed as
her cunt quivered with the waves of an intense climax. 

Jessica smiled and reached around and behind Crystal to grab her ass,
pulling up the
tight rubber of the tank suit until it was wedged between Crystal's round
ass cheeks,
lifting her by the thong of the suit, yanking Crystal towards her.  Crystal
yelled again,
as the orgasm kept going, her tanned thighs sliding over the top of
Jessica's boots
and gliding down onto the slick surface of Jessica's red latex covered
thigh, stopping
as the her hips ground to a stop against Jessica's. 

Jessica bit her lip in pleasure as Crystal's leg pressed against her pussy,
throbbing
and moist under the tight red latex of the catsuit's zippered crotch. 

"Good Dove, Good!  Cum for me! You know you want to!"  Jessica pulled at
Crystal's
hips and leaned forward to suck in one of her bouncing nipples, as
Crystal's torso
was pulled back by the constraining wings. 

Crystal shuddered and jerked against Jessica, writhing in ecstasy as waves of
pleasure washed powerfully from her pussy to her toes, and rebounded up to
the tip
of her pink flushed ears, hidden under the white rubber and feathers of
the dove
mask.  Her breasts and body tingled all over from the climax.  She gasped
as her boot
heels slipped on the floor and she hung from the wings encasing her arms,
the white
rubber cross straps tugging up under her heaving tits, her latex covered pussy
grinding with the full weight of her voluptuous body against Jessica's
thigh and hip. 

"Good Dove! Good!"  Jessica pulled hard on Crystal's hips, using Crystal's
sweaty
thigh to stroke her own pussy.  Her eyes closed with pleasure, she licked
her deep
red lips and moaned.  She jerked Crystal against her, smashing her huge
breasts
pushed up by the pink latex against her own red rubber covered tits.
Beginning to
pant, she felt her wet pussy, sliding against the tight zippered crotch of
the catsuit
throb and tingle.  She was about to orgasm with the Power Dove of Peace! 

Jessica opened her eyes, and abruptly pushed Crystal away.  Fighting to
slow her
rapid breathing, and clear her lust fogged mind.  Moving back from Crystal,
she
stared at her flushed and naked breasts, and pouting full pink glossed
lips.  Crystal
turned the Dove's mask sideways to gaze at Erica the Ninja Queen, standing
in front
of her, in catsuited glory. 

Jessica suddenly focused on the hoist control hanging down behind the dias.
 Lips
twisting into a nasty smile, she strode past Crystal trying not to notice
the slide of
the tight red latex catsuit crotch against her already tingling clit, or
the tight sweaty
pull of the rubber against her nipples and ass. 

"What are you doing?" Crystal stammered out.  She was still woozy from the
intense
climax that had electrified her body. 

"Why, getting you down, Dove."  Jessica sneered.  Grabbing the heavy
control, she
slammed a gloved palm down onto one of the large buttons.  The hoist above
them
whined into motion, and Crystal yelped as her go-go booted heels left the
floor. 
Jessica laughed and hit the stop button, watching as Crystal swung above
the dais,
suspended by the large white and gold rubber wings strapped across her chest. 

Her white booted heels at least a foot above the dais, Crystal twisted
against the
wings binding her, legs scissoring, and moaned as the pink rubber crotch of
the tank
suit slid wetly between her pussy lips and pressed slickly against her clit. 

"Oh, sorry Dove. Wrong button!"  Jessica looked down at the control and
pressed
another button. 

The hoist whirred into life again, and with chains clanking, Crystal was
lowered to
the floor, boot heels catching and then she was standing.  The short white
rubber
beak of her Dove's mask turning back and forth, trying to see what Jessica
was doing
behind her. 

Jessica kept her palm pressed firmly against the drop button, smiling as
the heavy
rubber wings continued to drop, forcing Crystal to crouch down.  Crystal began
swearing as the drag of the descending wings caused her butt to hit the
dais floor,
and her go-go booted feet stuck out in front of her.  The wings continued
down till
they lay flat on the dais above Crystal's struggling body.  The weight and
strapping
of the wings had her back pressed to the floor, while she kicked her boots and
wriggled her hips in an attempt to get free. 

"Dove, relax.  I'm just helping you out."  Jessica let the control swing
free of her
gloved hand and walked over to the prone Crystal. 

Crystal's masked head swung towards Jessica, the blunt white rubber beak
softly
gleaming in the stong light.  "Jessica, let me go, I'm mean it!  My arms
are tired and I
have to go pee!"  Crystal beat her heels against the floor in a staccatto
of frustration. 

"Oh, I will, Dove." Jessica soothed, as she lifted one heel over Crystal's
supine form,
standing astride her, facing her hooded head and naked sweat slicked
breasts. "I just
want you to finish something for me..." 

Reaching down to the oh so convenient zipper in the crotch of her catsuit,
Jessica
peeled it open, letting her throbbing pussy lips and clit free, sucking in
her breath as
the cold air kissed them. 

"Wait, you can't do this!"  Crystal began to protest, but was quickly
muffled as
Jessica crouched, and pressed her dripping pussy directly over Crystal's
full pink
glossed lips. 

"Dove, you owe me this!" Jessica hissed, and grabbing the Dove mask, she
pulled
Crystal's head against her naked slit. 

Crystal, realizing that it was useless to resist, struck out her hot wet
tongue and
began sliding it in and out of Jessica's moist cunt.  Jessica's red latex
covered ass
bounced against Crystal's huge breasts as she moved against her tongue.
Moaning,
she gasped as Crystal paused to suck on her tingling clit. 

"Yes, Dove, that's it, suck me!"  She began gyrating her hips, and groaned
with
pleasure.  Sliding forward as Crystal resumed servicing her slit, Jessica
gasped as the
soft rubber beak of her Dove's mask pressed against her clit.  Moving her
hips in
increasingly frenzied jerks, Jessica let go of Crystal's head and leaned
back, red
gloved hands grabbing tightly onto Crystal's tanned and sweating thighs,
pushing
her hips forward until the beak was rubbing her clit in rhythm with
Crystal's tongue
lashing. 

Jessica's black rubber booted feet slid forward on either side of Crystal's
head, until
the heels pressed sharply into the soft white rubber wings, catching there.
 Panting
with lust, Jessica pressed forward, her rubber covered ass bouncing on
Crystal's tits,
and screamed with the intensity of the feeling radiating from her clit and
pussy. 

"Wait....Wait! Dove!"  Jessica pulled back from Crystal's probing tongue
and pulled
her heels back until she was crouched once again over Crystal's heaving and
flushed
breasts.  Caressing the side of the Dove mask, Jessica stared down into
Crystal's
eyes and smiled tenderly. "You really are doing well, Dove, but I think you
should be
enjoying this as much as I am..." 

Jessica spun around till her ass was at Crystal's face, and her lips were
poised above
Crystal's pussy.  Grabbing the tight strip of pink latex, she pulled it up
and to the
side, so that Crystal's engorged pussy lips and clit were naked to the air. 

Pressing her ass down and back she smiled and closed her eyes as Crystal's
tongue
once more began sliding up and down, and in and out of her pulsing pussy. 
Opening her eyes, trying to concentrate, she stuck out her wet tongue and
began
licking Crystal's pussy, grinning as she heard and felt the buzz of
Crystal's moan
against her own pubic mound. 

In a quickening frenzy, they both began sucking and licking like rubber coated
demons, their twin moans and gasps muffled by the other's pussy pressed
tightly
against their lips. 

Jessica felt the presaging tingle of her orgasm, and rocked her red latex
covered ass
back hard against Crystal, unable to stop herself in the grinding need to
reach
climax.  She sucked hard on Crystal's clit as she did this, gloved hands
above her
head and gripped tightly around Crystal's white go-go booted ankles. 

Crystal jerked her head forward as she felt Jessica's teeth bump her clit,
and yelled as
her own pulsating vagina chimed in to an intense and toe-curling climax.
The soft
white beak of the Dove's mask, lubed by the slide of Jessica's pussy from
before,
pushed forward. 

Jessica's eyes flew open with surprise and she began jerking uncontrollably
in the
throes of an earth-shattering orgasm as the rubber beak slid into her
asshole. 
Gasping, her ass cheeks quivered around the intruding beak as Crystal
groaned and
plunged her tongue deep into Jessica's clenching pussy, unaware that she was
pressing the rubber beak deeper and deeper into Jessica's ass. 

Jessica screamed and came with such intensity that the world faded around
her, and
she was only aware of her pulsing cunt, throbbing clit, and the lubed slide
of the
rubber beak up her ass.  Moaning she cried, leaning her half-hooded head
against
Crystal's tan thigh as she was overwhelmed and undone by the orgasm. 

She lay panting, impaled, slowly brought back to focus by the sounds of
Crystal's
own climax. She sat up, pressing her ass down on the rubber beak and began
rubbing
and tweaking Crystal's clit with her pussy slicked red latex gloved
fingers.  Crystal
screamed beneath her, and jerked her hips as she was rocked by an orgasm even
stronger than the last. 

Jessica closed her eyes in an attempt to collect herself, unable and
unwilling to admit
how much the accidental penitration had effected her.  Slowly lifting
herself off of the
rubber beak, she reached underneath Crystal and popped off the restraining
clip on
the straps holding the wings tightly to her arms.  Lifting an unsteading
leg over
Crystal's hips, she sat down next to her, pussy and ass tingling, head in
her hands. 

Crystal sighed in relief and pulled her arms out of the wings, wincing as
the white
rubber straps slid across her sensitive nipples. She sat up pulled off the
Dove mask
and began massaging her arms, glancing sideways over at Jessica. 

Jessica looked up at Crystal with embarrassment, and began to apologize,
"Crystal, I
don't know what got into me..." 

Crystal stared at Jessica, and muttered, "Bitch..."  Pulling up the tank
suit top, she
pushed her breasts back inside the hugging pink latex and turned on
Jessica. "You
were fantastic!" 

Crystal grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and hugged her, kissing her full
on the lips,
as Jessica's eyes widened in surprise.  They released each other and both
began
laughing, eyes bright with the afterglow of good sex.  They both turned and
looked
at the large white rubber and gilt wings laying next to them. 

"And I thought my costumes were outrageous!" Jessica blurted out. 

And with that, they both collapsed into hysterical laughter and hugged again,
sweaty, tired and satisfied.  Sitting in the bright lights of the dias, the
two rubberized
women were completely in the moment, and loving it. 

Diane smiled from where she was watching the two from the just barely opened
studio door.  Things were progressing nicely, and after finding Jim in his
state of
erotic disrepair, Diane knew that Jessica had exceeded her expectations
once again. 
Tomorrow, the Wicked Widow would introduce Erica the Ninja Queen to her own
special style of rubber bondage.  And if she was right, Jessica would be
powerless to
resist.  Licking her lips in anticipation, Diane let the studio door click
quietly shut,
abruptly shutting off the sounds of the women's laughter. 



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