Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 12:44:44 +0100
From: Eric Jamet <dralion@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin Fuck 18

Time had lost all meaning for it.

IT. An object or an animal at best to serve its MASTER, to serve MEN.

When locked in its cage, its mind could recall all what had happened to it
since offering itself to its MASTER in the pub.

After the first stage of dehumanisation, its MASTER decided make many of
the temporary body modifications permanent.

One day, its MASTER hosed him down with freezing water whilst still locked
in the cage to rinse the filth off of it, threw it a stinking track suit
too large for it and a pair of destroyed trainers with no laces. Once
dressed in the stupid clothes, it was pulled out of the cage, a thick
rubber collar locked around its neck, thick rubber restraints locked on its
wrists and ankles.

it was dragged in the garage next door, where its MASTER parked his cars
and powerful bike. A greasy rubber hood with mouth hole was pulled over its
head and it was ordered to sit on the pillion seat. As it lowered itself on
the seat, it felt the constant plug forced further into its arse and it
grunted earning it a hard slap on the back of its head. its MASTER placed
its feet on the footrests and it felt the restraints being locked in place,
fixing them to the bike. its wrists were locked behind it groping the rail
on the back of the bike. MASTER put a helmet over its rubber covered head
and within minutes they were speeding along the streets. Traveling at speed
in total darkness scared the shit and piss literally out of it.

Eventually the mad race across town stopped. it had no ideas were it was,
and the only thick it noticed was the silence. Very unusual for London, and
the chill it felt told it that they were probably in an out of the way
narrow street hiding some dark place. it did not know how right it was...

it was pulled off the bike and pulled by its collar up few stairs and
inside a building. it heard its MASTER being greater by other MEN. The
helmet was removed and its rubber covered head sent the MEN laughing. it
was left standing as its MASTER and the MEN talking a long time, now and
then turning it around.

Then its MASTER told it to obey the MEN or it would be made to regret it
and left.

it was pulled in another room and told to remove its clothes. Obviously not
going fast enough by the slaps it got all over, sending it to the
floor. Once naked, the hood was removed and it was facing two MEN. They
gave it just enough time to understand where it was: a tattoo and piercing
studio crossed with a torture chamber. All the modern sterilized equipment
mixed with a customised dentist chair with straps all over, a st Andrew
cross on the wall, stocks, fuck bench and cabinets of tools. it had barely
enough time to get scared that it was pushed towards the low stock and
forced to kneel in front of them, its head and wrists locked in the holes,
its ankles locked apart near the floor. Without a word they processed to
shave its head totally smooth, removing every single hair root using a
cream of some sort. Once done they left it alone for a while. When they
returned it was released from the stocks and it was dragged on the floor
like a sack to a table. The top with a hole in it was pulled apart and
closed around its neck with it kneeling underneath, its body strapped to
the frame, immobilising it. They put a metal rube on each side of its head,
two disks were pushed in the sides of its head and screwed tight to held
its head in place. A hollow place was pushed under its chin. it could not
move at all, and it got really scared making the MEN smirk at it. One of
them sat in front of it as the other applied a sticky paper to the top of
its head for few seconds. And it understood, they were going to tattoo
something on its head. it was forced out of its thought by the buzz from
the needle and the stinging pain on its scalp. it felt an oval shaped being
inked in its skin again and again in te center of its head. And when the
MAN started the permanent « colouring" it realised what they were doing,
making it moan. its MASTER wanted it with a permanent mohawk on it. The MEN
laughed gain at it understanding its fate. The tattoo took a long time to
complete and by the end it was standing held by the straps. THEY covered
the tattoo and released it from the table. it collapsed on the floor. But
THEY shouted at it to get in the chair. it crawled to it, obviously not
going fas enough again as it was kicked to move. Once in the chair, THEY
strapped it tight at the ankles, knees, waist, chest, neck,forehead, wrists
and elbows: it was one with the chair. And it could not stop itself to
fight the straps at the sight of the pliers, needles and rings on a table
next to it.

First they removed its snout ring and threw it away. Using metal forceps
they made its hole much bigger than it was and pushed a very heavy ring in
it, next it tits ring were replaced by wider ones, flesh tunnel replace the
rings in its ears and a much wider PA ring. THEY worked on it at the same
time and it was grateful for the straps holding it. When THEY stopped it
thought it was the end. How fucking wrong it was. They spread the lower
part of the chair, pulling its legs wide apart to give a full and close
access to its groin. They locked a thick heavy tight ring around its cock
and balls. Next THEY put a steel chastity cage over its dick screwing it to
the cock ring. By now it was a mess and it could not stop the tears torn
between becoming its MASTER animal and loosing more and more of its
humanity.

THEY were done. it was released from the chair, back in its clothes, hands
locked in its back and made to stand legs apart against wall.

When its MASTER arrived it wanted nothing else but to feel HIM against its
body, even if only a slap or a kick. its MASTER thanked the MEN and dragged
it outside to the waiting van. it was put on the floor in the back for the
journey.

Once at its MASTER's place it was pulled through the connecting door in its
stinking home again. it was stripped and and strapped spread eagle to the
wall to heal. A large ball gag pushed in its mouth, the heavy metal collar
back on its neck. its MASTER just looked at it playing with his cock,
making it hungry for it moaning like a bitch. its MASTER slapped it hrs a
few rimes till it stayed silent watching HIM taking pleasure in its
modification and suffering. its MASTER came hard, letting the cum sticking
on it and just pissed all over it before leaving.

its mind was totally fucked and it knew there was a lot more to come. it
was strapped naked to the wall and all what it wanted was the feel of the
rubber all over its skin. Greasy stinking rubber suit. NO, not a suit, its
SKIN. A rubber animal. it could see the piles of rubber lying on top of the
cage and it could not wait to be enclosed in it again. Black or brown
skin. its dick was hurting locked in its metal cage but the more pain the
more excited it was. A PAIN PIG. And then it cried. Missing its MASTER.

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i took up that story again.Comments on the story are appreciated:
depravpig@orange.fr