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The Ugly Duckling
...The metal door closed with a soft "clang" above
her head. As she layed on her back in the warm
darkness, her mind wandered over the events that
led to her present situation...
Nature had been cruel to her. She was born with a
cleft palate - some people still called it a "hare
lip". She had undergone plastic surgery as an
infant to close the unsightly cleavage in her
upper lip. More surgery had followed when she was
10 years old to correct the shape of her palate,
allowing her to speak more intelligibly. But her
face had always remained disfigured by the ugly
scar and the flattened nose. The malformation of
her palate had left her with badly crooked teeths
and a heavy lisp. Many times had insensitive or
ill-informed stranger thought of her has mentally
handicapped because of her speech impediment. More
still kept an uneasy stare locked to her eyes,
trying to prevent their own eyes from darting to
look at her mouth that never truly closed.
As if her imperfect face was not enough to supply
her schoolmates with enough material for cruel
remarks and jokes, her skin was covered with
several dark purple patches, commonly called "wine
stains". They covered the better part of her
thighs, forearms, buttocks, and chest. Another one
was visible from under her scalp, as it stretched
down the left side of her head to cover her entire
ear.
She spent her waking hours dressed in long, baggy
clothes and a hat or head scarf, to cover her
entire body. She always kept her head down, half
to hide her face, half to dull the impact of the
taunts, jokes, and barely-disguised laughs of
mockery. She tought she had heard it all, had seen
it all. She thought that she could bear it
all. But as she reached adolescence, her
sensitivity seemed to increase at the same time as
her peer's cruelty. They also had found a renewed
source of insensitivity in the recently release of
the Disney remake of "101 Dalmatians". Calls of
"watch out for Cruella de Vil!", and being called
"Lucky" or "Patch", and countless tiny dalmatian
figurines from McDonald's Happy Meals left on her
desk pushed her over the edge.
She tried to commit suicide.
...She could hear the low hiss of the compressed
air being released into the chamber. As her ears
started to ache, she pinched her nose and pressed
her lips together and blew softly until the
pressure in her inner ears equalized with the
pressure in the chamber...
At the begining, she hated the shrink
sessions. But they had been mandatory as soon as
she had recovered. At first, she refused to talk,
sometimes answering his questions through grunts,
other times remaining completely silent for the
entire hour. His patience and insistence
eventually caused her to scream incoherent
answers, sometimes in intense rage, others under a
staccato of sobs.
Eventually, he got through the many layers of
defense she had built around her mind. Without
realizing it, and ultimately surprising herself
with the realization, she trusted him. Her
sessions became more intimate and personal as she
confided her innermost thoughts as she had never
been able to before.
She told of her regular runs through the
forest. It had started as a way to escape her
tormentors. Aided by her long legs, she always
made sure she could out-run anyone in her
class. But it quickly became her escape. As she
ran, the trees did not care how she looked. The
birds did not stop signing because of her
presence. And her mind was free to imagine life
without her challenges.
She told of those fantasies that she elaborated
during those runs. She kept refining them, adding
to them, day after day. They became rich with
details, vivid with precision. They could almost
be touched, smelled, seen, heard, and tasted. She
could recount each one as if it had really
happened. Her earlier fantasies had been simple,
even naive, the stuff that romance novels are made
of. But as she got older, her fantasies grew more
complex and more intense, involving being the
object of intense desire, power over men, and
insatiable libidos.
Any armchair psychiatrist could have diagnosed her
condition. Having suffered constant rejection by
her peers, she knew that she was condemned to a
life of solitude. She would never have someone to
desire her body. It was only normal that she would
construct fantasies where she could control men
through her irresistible appeal, imagine entire
nights spent being uncontrollably fucked by a
litany of slaves, and thinking of living in the
higher sphere of the rich society. This universe
was in sharp contrast with the one where her
closest and only friend was an often and well-used
vibrating dildo.
It was after these confidences that the
psychiatrist brought her to the clinic. A second -
successful - suicide attempt was staged so no one
would question her disparition.
...The compressed air continued to hiss into the
chamber. Keeping her right hand pinching her nose,
she absentmindedly ran her other hand over her
body. It felt bizarre to be completely naked and
free of intruders...
The various procedures had started immediately
upon her arrival, starting with the removal of all
her clothes. The warm temperature in the clinic
made living completely naked quite comfortable.
During the first week, she received three daily
enemas. She was also restricted to a diet of
liquid proteins, amino-acids and carbohydrates.
Although she had always been a fan of comfort
foods, she found that a single glass of the thick,
warm liquid was sufficient for an entire day
without experiencing any signs of hunger. By the
end of the week, her body was no longer passing
any solids. At the same time, her public hair had
been permanently removed. At the end of the first
week, she was fitted with a pair of briefs made of
thick rubber.
Thin - but long - tubes were fitted to the inside
of the briefs and were inserted in her rectum and
vagina. A catheter was also fitted on the inside
and was inserted all the way into her bladder. The
tight briefs kept both tubes and the catheter
firmly in place. To prevent their removal, the
waitband was glued to her skin. Once her mind was
able to go beyond the strangely pleasant
discomfort of the two tubes deeply inserted in
her, she wondered how she would be able to
urinate. That question was answered when she was
shown how to poke a short needle through the
one-way valve in the crotch of the brief, allowing
the urine to flow out of her bladder, down the
catheter and through the hollow needle. From that
point on, she relieved herself once a day,
standing up at a specially designed "station" in
her room fitted with a drain hose with the short
hollow needle at the end.
The following week, she was put under general
anasthesia. During a long operation, all of her
teeths and nails were removed, as well as her
tongue, her two lowest ribs, uterus, and half of
her intestine. Powerful drugs allowed her to heal
without pain, while the depilation process
continued to remove the remaining hair on her
entire body. Once her skin was healed, acrylic
nails were permanently glued to the tip of her
fingers and toes where her real nails once were to
continue to provide the additional stiffness and
protection that natural nails offered. She was
also fitted in a rubber catsuit that covered her
from neck to toe. As she looked at herself in the
mirror, she wasn't sure that things were taking a
turn for the better: she was now as toothless as
an old lady, unable to make any intelligible
sounds, and the purple patch on her scalp was now
very visible on her bald head. The only bright
spot was the catsuit: it hid the ugly purple
patches on her skin and highlighted her figure
that had always remained hidden.
Since she could no longer swallow, her daily food
cocktail was now fed using a tube inserted down
her throat. Although it was still sensitive, she
was surprised that she no longer had a gag
reflex. The feeding tube was added to the relief
station. Once a day she would walk to the station
and relieve her bladder by opening the crotch
zipper in her catsuit, then inserting the needle
at the end of the drain tube in the one-way
valve. While her bladder emptied itself, she would
carefully insert the rubber feeding hose down her
throat and a pre-measured amount of liquid would
flow in her stomach. Once all fluids had stopped
flowing, she'd remove all hoses and close her
suit.
The rest of the day was otherwise empty and her
mind was left to wander again. She was never
allowed outside of her padded alcove. As the pains
of the surgical operation receeded, they were
replaced by the familiar demand of her body for
sexual release and satisfaction. But the tick
rubber briefs prevented any direct stimulation and
she had long become used to the tubes in her
orifices and they now provided little
stimulation. Her frustration was growing daily.
Every other day, after her daily maintenance,
technicians entered her room. She was glad for the
change even though any conversation was impossible
and they only presented a clinical interested
toward her. After examining her, they usualy left
without a word. This time, after finding that the
inside of her mouth were completely healed, they
inserted a long flexible tube in her mouth. It
angled downward into her throat and protruded
between her gums where it ended in an odd lump of
loose thin rubber. It was much wider than the feed
tube and she had a brief attack of panic as she
thought she would choke on it. But she quickly
realized that she could breathe normally through
her nose and immediately calmed down. The removal
of her tongue and teeths were now obvious as it
allowed a fairly thick tube to sit not
unconformtably between her jaw. After making sure
the tube was properly seated, a technician grabbed
the rubber flap that was dangling at the end and
unfolded it: an inside-out hood was attached to
the tube and it was quickly flipped on her bald
head. Before closing the zipper at the back, he
made sure the eye and breathing holes were
properly aligned, then the zipper was pulled all
the way down, tightening the hood on her head and
neck. The pull-tab was removed from the zipper and
a rivet driven through the slider to prevent its
removal.
Looking at herself in the mirror at the relief
station, the addition of the hood had made a world
of difference: since her skin was now completely
covered with rubber, no unsightly purple patch was
visible. Her scarred upper lip was also well
hidden and the thick rubber mask helped shape her
nose into a beautiful narrow ridge in the middle
of a smooth and perfect face. But the addition of
the tube in her throat also required a change in
the feeding procedure. The feeding tube was now
fitted with a similar hollow needle like the
relief tube. Once it was pushed down the
"throat", the needle penetrated through another
one-way valve, allowing the nutrient fluid to flow
down to her stomach.
The technician were also visiting her once a day
now. They unzipped her crotch zipper and, using
two specially designed wrenches, expanded both
tubes inserted in her ass and vagina by one
"notch". Both tubes were made of a rolled sheet of
metal. They started at 1/2 inch in diameter, and
could be expanded, by unrolling the sheet with the
two wrenches, up 3 inches in diamater. The process
was carried out slowly, allowing the sphincters to
stretch and adjust to the ever increasing size. As
these two tubes were expanded, they became
distracting and uncomfortable again and only
served to remind her body of its unsatisfied
sexual desire. By the end of each day, she had
adjusted to the new dimension and did not feel any
discomfort but her level distraction and
frustration was never reduced. The tubes, now
hollow, permitted her to insert several fingers in
them to attempt to move them and otherwise gain
some stimulation that would release her - but to
no avail. Soon, the throat tube joined the anal
and vaginal tube in their expansion processes,
until all 3 reached a diameter of 3 inches.
One morning, six months after her arrival at the
clinic, she was taken from her room and led to a
lab where she had never been before.
...The hissing of compressed air stopped. She
peered down her body toward her feet in the
direction where a metallic rasping sound was
coming from. She new that the iris located at the
other end of the chamber was now opening and a
strong smell of latex reached her nostrils...
In the middle of the room, a metal cylinder, large
enough to contain one person, laid on a sturdy
frame. At one end, an access door with a large
wheel, similar to a submarine hatch presumably
allowed someone to enter in what was obviously a
pressure chamber. At the other end, a shapeless
mass of black rubber laid like a deflated baloon
on a padded table. The rubber mass was connected
to the cylinder via what appeared to be a small
hose.
Technicians started to remove the rubber clothing
that she had been continuously wearing for months
now. The tubes were retracted to their smallest
size. Surgical scissors were used to cut the hood
away from her head and the throat tube was gently
removed from her mouth. She tried to exercise her
jaw, but she found it better to relax her
now-stretched facial muscles and let her jaw drop
and her mouth open. The catsuit was peeled off
next, exposing her ugly purple patches that she
had almost forgotten. A solvent was applied to the
glue under the waistband of the briefs and they
too were cut away to ease the removal of the anal
and vaginal tubes, as well as the catheter.
The room temperature had been thoughtfully raised
so she did not shiver. She listened to the
description of what was coming next and the
instructions that she was to followed. A
lubricating gel was applied to her well stretched
orifices. She was then led to the hatch in the
cylinder in which she was now laying.
As compressed air was being injected into the
cylinder, the mass of rubber started to
inflate. Although it briefly took on a human
shape, the different thicknesses in the carefully
manufactured suit caused it to stretch in an
uneven fashion. Early in the inflation process,
cables were secured to anchor points molded into
the rubber and electric winches helped stretch
strategicly reinforced sections of the rubber
suit. Once it was stretched enough by the air
pressure and the cables to allow someone to crawl
inside, the small hose that connected the top of
the head of the rubber suit started to expand: it
was an iris that stretched the only opening into
the suit, from 1/4 inch to match the width of the
cylinder.
The metallic rasp of the iris stopped. She heard 2
knocks on the outside of the cylinder. Following
instructions, she slowly crawled on her back, feet
first, through the iris. Some light was now
visible as it penetrated through the thinly
stretched walls of the rubber suit. Twisting and
wiggling on her heels, elbows and shoulder blades,
she made her way into the suit. When her hips
reached the opening, she started to feel with her
feet for the individual openings through which she
had to put her legs. Feeling the walls, she inched
her way down some more, feeding each leg in a
separate branch of the suit.
She was able to use the edge of the iris door to
help herself move into the suit. She first
squeezed an arm in, scooted down some more, then
finaly pulled the other arm in. She wiggled and
squirmed her way down until her head was cleared
from the jaws of the iris door, then layed on her
back, motionless, catching her breath. She heard
the metallic rasping noise again as the iris
closed above her head. The smell of latex, tinged
with a little of her own smell, was
overpowering. A lower-pitched hissing sounds told
her that they where starting to let the compressed
air out of the cylinder - and the suit.
She knew she had to work quickly. She felt between
her legs and found the two large dildo-like
objects that were hanging from the crotch of the
inflated suit. On the other side, technicians
where holding them by their hollow core in a
suitable position. She lowered herself on the
phallic implants, helped by the deflating suit
that was pressing them against her. Her
well-stretched muscles of her lubricated orifices
hungrily accepted the solid bullet-shaped
sheaths. As soon as they had started their
innexorable entry, she raised her arms along her
body and pushed them down the arms of the suit
before it became too tight to manoeuvre in it.
As the suit deflated on her body, the winches also
relaxed their pull on the thickest, reinforced
part of the suit: the waist, neck, wrist and
ankles. They had been careful manufactured so
that, when completely released, would not exert so
much pressure as to cut blood flow to the head,
hands or feet. As the suit clamped on her body,
she twisted and wiggled to let the suit settle
correctly. She stretched her fingers when she felt
the gloves touch the outside of her hands. She
rocked her feet so they would sit correctly on the
thick soles - that included built-in 6 inch
stiletto heels - that were starting to press
against the sole of her feet. She also opened her
mouth to accept a sibling of the other two hollow
sheaths that continued to slowly push up into her
abdomen. Turning her head slowly this way and that
way, she swallowed it deep in her throat.
There was little air left into the suit and the
next few steps had to proceed quickly: All the
remaining air was suddenly let out of the cylinder
and suit. She had prepared for it by taking in a
large breath and holding it. As soon as the rubber
pressed firmly against her face, she felt the
numbed touch of someone positioning short hose
stubs into her nostrils. The seals in the
breathing tubes were popped and she was able to
breath welcomed fresh air. Seals in breathing
vents located at the top of the tube inserted into
a her mouth and down her throat were also popped,
allowing her to switch to higher-volume mouth
breathing should exertion require it.
The remaining tension in the cables stretching the
reinforced portions of the suit was slowly
released, ensuring that the fit was correct and
blood flow was not impeded. The only reinforced
section allowed to exert quite a bit of pressure
against her body was the waist section. It
effectively molded her torso into an hourglass
shape. The removal of her lower ribs and intestine
allowed it to comfortably reach a waistline of 15
inches while maintaining a graceful silouette line
from her upper torso to her hips. As the cables
were detached from the suit, they were replaced by
strong chromed rings.
As she readjusted her breathing, a technician
popped another seal located in her crotch and
inserted a catheter into her bladder. Once
properly seated, the extra length of drain tube
was cut then terminated with a one-way needle
valve that was then permanently glued into the
seal's former location. At the same time, the last
opening of her suit to the outside world was being
closed. The clamps that secured the access tube to
the lips of the iris door were removed. Because
of its thickness, it could not be simply tied off
like a baloon - and would have been much too
unsightly. Instead, after a couple of twist, a
special tool pruned the excess rubber and
immediately sealed the suit, leaving only the
tiniest indentation on the smooth finish on top of
her head. They called it the suit's "belly
button".
Beside the built-in pressure corset, the suit had
another feature that was different from her
training suit: the eyes were covered by
red-colored lenses. She would later understand
that the tint had a functional reason of being: if
the room she was in was bathed in red or white
light, she could see. But if the room was lit with
green or blue light, she would be as blind as a
bat while everyone else would be able to see.
A technician leaned over her, smiling and tapped
on her shoulder to indicate she could now
stand. She slowly swung her legs over the edge of
the padded table, carefully letting the solid
sheaths slightly reposition themselves has she
gently rolled to a sitting position. She looked
at her hands as she wiggled her finger in front of
her face, inspecting the rings located on the
inside and outside of each wrist. She looked at
her legs and feet: two more rings were embedded in
the inside and outside of each ankle. She ran her
hands along her narrow waste, feeling the four
rings anchored to her waist, front, left, right
and back. The rubber squeeked as she rubbed her
abdomen with one hand and her face with the
other. Her finger quickly reached the edges of the
sheaths inserted in her mouth and her vagina. They
were hollow and solid, allowing no feeling or
sensation through. Her neck sported four
additional rings, similarly distributed to the
rings on her waist. She tugged at a few of them:
they swiveled easily within the rubber loop
anchoring them to the suit, but the reinforced
rubber did not yield when she pulled on them.
She was led to a maintenance station where the
proper operation of the needle valves where
verified. Walking on 6 inch heels was initially
difficult, but she quickly got use to it. Before
being led to her alcove, she was sprayed with a
finishing coat that gave her skin (she was now
thinking of the suit as her skin) a high-gloss,
mirror-like finish. She was able to catch glimpses
of herself in reflective surfaces, admiring the
long-legged black beauty that she found on the
other side. She marvelled that there was no trace
left of the ugliness that made her life so
difficult.
It had been 3 weeks since she had been suited. All
that time was spent in her padded alcove, in the
dark. Her day was only broken by her visit to the
maintenance station in the corner. Her mind was
starting to suffer from the lack of stimulus and
visions of her trusty old vibrating dildo were
always present. She tried to answer her body's
pleas for sexual stimulus and release, but to no
avail. The sheaths where solid and could barely be
moved, all without creating any sensation that
could be picked up by her now-sensitive sexual
nerve endings. Thick, reinforced rubber padding
over her nipples also prevented any stimulus from
that angle. The hard and erect nipples visible at
the tip of her breasts were simply molded into the
rubber suit itself and where not tied to her
nervous system. She was reduced to running her
hands on the thinner sections of the suit, only
eliciting faint brushing sensations.
The technicians eventually paid her a visit. By
now, any contact with another human being was a
welcome food for her unused brain cells. She was
made to lie on the floor of her cell while they
busied themselves on her mouth sheath, right hand
and crotch area. They left as quickly as they had
entered, leaving her in the darkness to explore
the new additions to her suit. Her right hand was
covered by another glove, locked to the rings on
her wrist. Also made of latex, she could feel
bumps on the pads of her fingers and thumb and in
the palm of her hand. Unsure about her right hand,
she used her left hand to explore her mouth
sheath. It was now filled with something that felt
somewhat heavy, leaving no discernable trace on
her black face: it now looked flat and blank from
her nose down to her chin. She discovered that her
other two sheaths were similarly plugged. But
while checking her crotch, her hand bumped against
an unfamiliar obstacle below her navel. She was
surprised to discover that a thick rubber dildo
had been added and securely attached to her pubic
area.
By reflex, she brought her right hand to her
crotch to better understand what had been done. As
the bumps on the inside of her hand brushed on the
dildo, a small electric shock was instantly
delivered by her vaginal sheath to her starved
nerve receptors and sent waves of pleasure to her
brain like hammer repeatedly hitting a ringside
bell. The surprise made her widthdraw her hands
from her rubber dick and the sensation immediately
stopped. The cautiously touched it again with her
right hand and the same shock waves of pleasure
rushed from her crotch to her mind. The same touch
from her left hand did not produce anything. With
a conviction that would have made Pavlov's dogs
proud, she grabbed her new dick with her full
right hand and savored the sensations she had been
craving for sor long. They were also stronger than
before as more of the bumps were in contact with
the surface of the dildo.
But the electric pulses quickly disappeared,
leaving her addicted brain demanding for more. In
rage, she screamed into her filled throat,
managing only to produce a low hum. In rage, she
also shook this rubber dong that seemed to have
abandonned her and gone liveless. But the
movement of her hand against the dildo revived the
electric stimulus, restoring the live-giving
pleasure sensations to her mind. She quickly
learned how to operate the electro-stimulator: by
varying her grip on her rubber dick and the speed
and motion with which she rubbed it, she could
vary the electric pulse intensity, frequency and
focus.
She spent the next 36 hours, her back against a
corner of her room, masturbating her rubber cock,
triggering orgasm after orgasm. She would rub it
feverishly, bucking her hips and arching her back,
until her next orgasm flowed through her entire
body. Then, with her arm now sore, switch to a
more relaxed and gentle fingertip rubbing while
she caught her breath and savored the lingering
tingling sensations from her receeding orgasm. She
finally stopped, exhausted, and immediately fell
asleep. The batteries located in her sheaths where
also exhausted from delivering an almost
continuous charge to the stimulus electrodes that
covered the exterior of her vaginal sheath.
When she woke up, she immediately brought her
right hand to her pubis, only to find it smooth
and undisturbed. She also found all of her sheaths
empty and hollow. She cried in despair and
frustration and tugged and pulled at her vaginal
sheath, trying to elicit if only a shadow of
yesterday's sensations. But the cruel suit
attachements continued to deny her any
satisfaction. She spent the following days longing
for the return of the sexual extasy she had just
experienced, her thoughts broken only by the daily
maintenance ritual to empty her bladder and give
her body the needed nutrients.
The technicians visited her again a few days
later. This time, their visit excited her, with
the prospect of spending the next hours lost in an
orgasmic haze. When they retreated in the
darkness, she immediately explored what they had
done to her suit. First, no gloves. To speed-up
the search, one hand flew to her face, while the
other plunged to her crotch. A battery pack has
been inserted in her mouth and anal sheaths and a
rubber dildo was now sticking out of her mouth,
solidly attached to the sheath cover. Her vaginal
sheath has been fitted with soft rubber padding
that gently caressed her fingers as they plunged
in and out. Except for the lack of body heat and
slippery moisture, it reminded her of how her own
cunt felt as she masturbated alone in her bed at
night. It was obvious it was meant to receive the
rubber dick that was now attached to her mouth,
but, even without the stiff corset-like waist of
the suit, she would never be able to bend enough
to give herself a face-fuck.
Her room was suddenly bathed in red light and she
immediately noticed another black shiny female
form sitting in the opposite corner of her
alcove. For a second, she thought she might be
looking in a mirror as she was fitted with an
identical suit with identical attachments. But it
was soon obvious that she was not looking at
herself as the other woman continued to explore
her suit, trying to figure out a position where
she could insert the dildo attached to her mouth
in her rubber cunt. The other woman also
experimented with rubbing her dick and fingering
her rubber pussy at the same time, much as she had
tried, unsuccessfully, herself. The other woman -
she started to think of her as her twin -
obviously did not see her either. The twin's suit
was fitted with different-colored eye lens and the
red light in the room was as total darkness to
her.
She cautiously approached her twin and touched her
on her extended leg, gently enough not to startle
her too much, but firmly enough to be felt through
the rubber suit. The other woman instinctively
widthdrew her leg in reflex, but was soon
extending her arms in front of her, blindly
searching for the source of the touch. She gently
took her twin's hands in hers and brought them to
her face, letting her explore her own body. The
other woman eagerly explored, showing surprise
when she touched her rubber-covered breasts, then
hesitantly exploring her crotch. Although she had
never had fantasies about making love with another
woman, the souvenir of a few days ago broke
through any defense she was still holding to. With
her twin entertaining similar thoughts, they were
soon positioned with their faces in each other
crotches, madly face-fucking each other. The
muffled grunts, squeels, and screams resonated in
time with the orgasms that soon shook both bodies
one after another after another after another.
They took turn being on top. They also
experimented with various other positions, such as
sitting on the other's face, pumping up and down
on the face dildo. They finally collapsed, bodies
and batteries fully exhausted. When they woke up,
they were still together in the same alcove, but
their suit had been stripped of their
accessories. The following days were not as
mind-numbing now that they had each other. They
spent most of the time interlaced in each other's
arms, caressing each other's rubber-covered body,
savoring all and any faint sensation they could
provoke. They also helped each other with the
daily maintenance functions.
On their next visit, a few days later, the
technicians showed both of them how to secure the
various attachements to their suits and how to
recharge the batteries. They spent the next 3
weeks experimenting with various attachment
combinations and sexual positions.
Although all positions were equally stimulating
and satisfying (the same amount of electric energy
was delivered to their G spot reguardless of the
location of the dildo and cunt attachments), their
experiments focused on findings the combinations
and positions that gave them the greatest amount
of the most pleasurable stimulus as a function of
the speed and depth of penetration. The
experiments where often the source of amusement
and frustration, as verbal communication and
facial expressions were not available. But trough
pointing and hand gestures, they eventually
developped a primitive sign language that allowed
them to quickly communicate their wants and
desires.
They easily discovered that at least one of them
has to be fitted with a battery pack, otherwise
the electrode could not deliver the required power
to the nerves that lined the walls of their
vaginas. And the more battery pack they had, the
longer they could play before they had to recharge
them. Furthermore, dildo attachments had to be
secured to their suit. Simply holding them in
their hand did not create the necessary electrical
contact to the electro-stimulator to initiate the
desired power flow. And a penetration attachment
was also necessary: no other surface rubbed
against the rubber dildo could trigger the
electro-stimulation.
Some combinations of attachments, and the
positions they implied, did not turn out to be
very practical. For example, attaching a dildo to
the anal battery pack made any penetration
ackward, leaving only the possibility of one
"sucking" on the dildo sticking out of the ass of
the other.
The only practical location for the dildo
attachment was quickly narrowed to the mouth and
pubis. That left many possibilities for the
location of the penetration attachments. And they
explored each of them with a vengence.
With one of them wearing the dildo attached to the
pubis, they could employ any of the well-known
(and not so well-known) man/woman positions
covering vaginal, anal and oral sex. With both of
them wearing the dildo attachment to the pubis or
the mouth, they were basically limited to a "69"
position if they wanted to mutually penetrate each
other, either sucking or face-fucking one another.
Altough more limiting in their choice of position,
they favored this type of arrangement as the
double penetration allowed more current to flow
through the electrodes and thus provided for a
more intense orgasm. They also experimented with
one wearing the dildo attachment on the pubis
while the other wore it on the mouth. It allowed
them to double-fuck face-to-face, one sucking on
the face-dildo of the other, while she fucked her
in the traditional missionary position.
After a few weeks, as they had completed their
exploration of all combinations and positions,
they started to settle on a few of their favorite
ones. Ropes and quick-release tie-downs with hooks
at both ends where added to their assortments and
anchor points were revealed at regular intervals
along the wall, floor and ceiling of the padded
alcove. Using the chromed rings built into their
suit, they renewed their experiments. To the
combinations previously explored, they included
sometimes simple, sometimes elaborate bondage
situations. They started with tying one of them
spread-eagle on the floor or on the wall. But by
running the ropes through some of the many anchor
rings and using them as pulleys, they eventually
transitioned to full suspension bondage.
As each woman had biological differences, they
each eventually found the positions and activities
that would best stimulate each one of them
individually, which also depended on their moods -
or who felt like dominating the other. One of
their favorite scene was to fit one of them with
cunt attachments in the vaginal and mouth sheaths
then suspend her by the rings attached to the
ankles of the suit, upside down, from two ceiling
anchors located at least 6 feet apart, forcing her
legs spread wide. Tie-downs and ropes where then
attached to the other rings on the suit and
radially tied to anchors in the walls or the
floors. The result was a totally immobile shiny
black insect, suspended, spread-eagle, in the
middle of a web-like network of ropes and
cables. The other one, fitted with dildo
attachements on the pubis and the mouth, would
stand in front of the web then proceed to
face-fuck the cunt that was helplessly offered to
her, while at the same time fuck the eager mouth
of the inverted figure.
A year after she first came to the clinic, her
universe was now completely filled with orgasms,
sexual extasy, and the embrace of her rubber
twin. One day, while she relaxed, eyes closed,
sitting against the wall of the alcove, her twin
lying next to her, her head on her lap, gently
sucking on her pubic dildo, the gentle waves of
pleasure were suddenly interrupted by technicians
entering the room. She tapped her twin's shoulder
and waited with anticipation, wondering what new
pleasure device would be made available to
them. They had them lay on the floor and replace
all battery packs and dildo attachments with cunt
attachments. She was puzzled as this arrangement
left both of them without a battery pack, making
it impossible to trigger the
electro-stimulation. Yet, if they wanted to starve
them, why leave them with the cunt devices?
They led them out of their alcove and let them
through a network of corridors and elevators,
their 6 inch heels cliquing on the hard floors as
they walked. She was walking behind her twin, and
could not help but be fascinated by the high gloss
of the suit that stretched over her well-defined
body, interrupted only by the gleaming chromed
rings attached to her ankles, waist, wrist, and
neck. Her behind was swaying from left to right
with each step of her long legs, her thighs kept
apart by the width of the sheaths buried in her
crotch. The swaying was accentuated by the narrow
corsetted waist while the length of her legs was
accentuated by the high heels of the built-in
shoes. Her firm arms were swinging to help keep
her delicate balance, her hands relaxed with their
long fingers half-curled into her palms. She could
not help but run her hands over her own body,
mirroring with her hands on herself the path her
eyes traced on her twin's body. She kept her hands
on her hips, not as much to give herself a
powerful stance, but to feel her own hips sway to
the rythm of her walk.
As they travelled further and further away from
their alcove, the decor turned from clinical to
elegantly rich. They were led into a room where
half a dozen older men where nervously waiting,
dressed in black satin bathrobes. Their
conversations stopped immediately as they focused
on the two glossy black beauty entering the
room. As the technician who had guided them
retreated behind the closing door, they removed
their bathrobes, revealing that they were all
naked. All were wearing a thin rubber sheath over
their cock and balls, the cockring at the opening
helping to keep them fully erect. Although not
immediately visible, she guessed at wires
connecting the sensors embedded in the skin of the
rubber sheaths running to a battery pack embedded
into a large butt plug inserted into their ass.
The men quickly divided themsleves into two groups
of three and surrounded each of the rubber
goddesses, not exactly sure how to proceed. She,
and her twin, knew exactly what do to next. She
knew that the men surrounding her were the key to
getting the stimulation she craved for. She
grabbed one of the men who was starting to rub
himself against her and forcefully pushed him down
on the floor, lying on his back. She swiftly
straddled him and lowered herself onto his
rubber-covered dick. The electricity soon flowed
from his battery pack to her nerve endings,
sending the familiar pleasure waves coursing
through her body. The other two, not wanting to be
left out, positioned themselves behind and in
front of her. The one behind impaled her anal
sheath while she grabbed the man in front of her
and hungrily "sucked" is dick with her mouth
sheath. The energy flowing from three separate
sources created a level of stimulus that she had
never experienced before and soon found herself
under the grip of massive orgasms that came one
after another.
The rubber sheaths covering the men's penis and
balls, with the help of an electrode located on
the outside of their butt plug, were also
providing electro-stimulation to their
genitals. It helped them stay continuously erect
while the batteries impaled in their ass lasted,
and able to experience several orgasms in
sequence. They paid dearly for access to the
technology and the rubber sluts who were always
hungry for their manhood.
For a year now, she and her twin had been living
an existence of total sexual extasy. They relaxed
in their private alcove between client sessions
and daily maintenance routines. They slept on the
padded floor, enlaced in each other arms. They
made love to each other, passionate love that
would keep them frenetically face-fucking each
other's crotch, often falling asleep in a "69"
position. The customers were many. They sometimes
came alone or in groups, always eager for her
services. She had her favorites, the ones whose
rubber-covered dick seemed to create a better
stimulation. She was wanted and desired and men
were willing to pay huge sums of money to have
her.
She had become a beautiful black rubber swan...
Story Submitted By: Ann O'Nymous
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