Message-ID: <370.repost$980811050325@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mahgirb@webtv.net Subject: "Rubber in the Night" Part 3 of 4 (bd,sm,nc,tor,rub) by Mahgirb 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <23153-35CC122A-106@newsd-123.bryant.webtv.net> Warning: The following is intended for those persons who are considered legal adults in their respective communities. As always, comments are encouraged. Please forward them to: Mahgirb@webtv.net "Rubber in the Night" Part 3 by Mahgirb Gina found herself waking up on stage. She could look out on the audience which was in something of a drunken frenzy, but she discovered that her body was immobile. She was seated in a large metal chair at centerstage with her arms and legs strapped down at the armrests and chair legs, respectively. Gina strained to see her condition and became more panicked when she found her body covered in latex rubber. Gina had been fitted with a tight black rubber bodysuit from head to toe, except for strategic holes in the suit: eyeholes, nose hole, two areas cut out to squeeze her ample breasts through, and a slit that exposed her pussy and asshole. Her heels had been replaced with a black pair of extreme ballet high heels that tightly laced over the latex rubber around her feet and ankles. Her ballet shoes were even taller and narrower than those on the club's waitresses. Gina felt her toes being crushed by the tips of those shoes. Her pain was caused by a unique metal nose that rounded out the very bottom of the shoe, constricting her toes to wedge tightly into that sharp metal mold. Gina spotted her captor, ThunderShark, preparing something next to her, clinking and clanking with metal objects that were out of her view. She started to scream out at him, but realized her mouth was stuffed with something round and rubbery, and that was held in place by the tight rubber stretched over her mouth and entire face. ThunderShark heard her muffled cries for help but ignored them. He snapped his fingers and the two quiet slaves who walked behind him suddenly appeared in front of Gina. He instructed them to lick Gina's nipples and make them fully erect. Without hesitation, the girls stationed themselves on either side of the chair and proceeded. Now Gina had experimented with lesbian love in college, but she had never carried it very far. She knew she preferred men and never took other girls seriously. In a different context, this attention might have been pleasurable, but Gina felt kidnapped and invaded. ThunderShark observed their work and waved them aside. Gina's nipples were standing large and tall on her generous tits, and ThunderShark wasted no more time. He brought a sharp needle to her left nipple and began to slowly run the needle through. Gina's head was thrown back in agony. She had never felt such sickening pain. She became nauseated instantly. ThunderShark watched the needle come out the other side then he looped a thick silver ring on the needle and ran the ring through her freshly pierced nipple. Despite Gina's garbled protestations, ThunderShark proceeded to match her right nipple with another shiny ring. To make the seals permanent, he brought out a lightweight welder and lit the flame to life. Gina struggled to free herself, but this only prompted the two quiet slaves to hold Gina down at the shoulders. ThunderShark turned the tiny flame onto her new rings only briefly, but the intense heat was conducted through the metal and through Gina's sore nipple flesh. If someone had removed the latex rubber around her neck at that moment, he would have seen the blood vessels in her neck bulging in torment and a volume of sweat poring from her abused body. ThunderShark did not give his new toy much respite. He set up his piercing tools again quickly, ordering the two slaves to hold Gina at the knees and spread her thighs wider apart. Gina renewed her panic, and her struggle to free herself from this madman. He continued. ThunderShark flicked Gina's clit from out of its sheath and watched with a smile as the little center of her pleasure stood out. Gina could not control herself at this stimulation. She knew what was next, but even so her body was betraying her mind and becoming undeniably sexually stimulated. He held the needle teasingly at her clit and applied just light pressure against it. The clit seemed to grow more erect with the needle begging to come inside. Then he jabbed quickly through her clit. He found a larger ring and looped it into place and finally secured the ring in her exposed clit. Gina felt faint again. She was almost hoping to pass out, but for some reason her body was too stimulated to go blank. In the back of her mind, she braced herself for the inevitable. ThunderShark again ignited the welder and heated the clit ring, sending intense, mindnumbing heat through her sensitive clit. After it cooled, ThunderShark tugged on her thick ring to test the piercing, and to rattle his victim of course. With the violent tug on her clit, Gina finally passed out to the incredible cheers of the gathered partyers. ThunderShark stood up to take his threatrical bows and he promised that the show wasn't nearly over. He announced that for the next two hours, all drinks were "on him", and he encouraged everyone to have their fill. "I need many full bladders, my friends, for the next part of our show. And everyone gets to participate this time around." 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