Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2015 18:51:52 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin Fuck 21

The moment it stepped outside it wanted to go back inside the shop.

The pavements were packed with people trying to get to the train station
and on their way home. it had to move quickly behind the two skins to make
sure not to lose them in the sea of suits and working gear.

The heavy biker suit was like a body restraint. Stiff and heavy, making it
very difficult to walk at a fast pace behind them. it struggled to take
every step, forcing its way through the mass of bodies. And there was no
shortage of angry comments directed at it.

It felt like a sore spot. it could feel the disgusting looks. But it kept
moving forward.

Once at the station they went straight to the underground escalators, not
looking once behind them to see it was still there. What would it do if it
lost them with its useless hands and stuffed mouth? it dreaded at the
thought of begging someone for help. FUCK, they were hallway down the
escalator, and it hurried down to catch them up. The metis skin opened the
gate for it without a look back. it rushed through onto the packed platform
and it was pushed against more bodies. The disgusted looks it felt told it
that the stench coming of it was not only in its head. it was stinking like
a cesspool. it tried to keep its head down, to blend in but there was no
way this was going to happen the way it was geared up. The two skins
attracted many envious looks, even flirting ones. it received only
disgust. The people around it tried to get away from it.

When they got on the tube, it found itself in the middle again, it had
hoped to get in a corner but no such luck. This time it could hear the
comments. "Fucking stinks, that's disgusting, fuck there's a dead rat
around, sick fuck..." And it knew it looked stupid with its lips sealed
tight around the filthy sock in its mouth, forced to breathe through its
snout. its ringed snout, marking it as a pervert for all to see. its throat
was dry and all it got was the piss and sweat juice it was sucking out of
the sock. At one point it saw the withe skin's gaze on it, the evil smirk
forcing it to lower its head.

The journey seemed to last hours, sweating like a pig, making the stink
even worst. it hoped they were taking it to their place and remove it again
from the world. They obviously had other plans when they changed at the
first stop and got on the central line. They were taking it to town. They
got off few stops further, up another long escalator with it struggling at
every step behind them. Another gate, more stairs and it was finally in the
open air. Again on a crowded pavement. When it saw the street they were
walking down it knew they were going to show it off in one of the many gay
pubs around... it was just not expecting the one they took it to. They
walked past a couple of pubs it thought were the skins' watering hole
because of the many skins meeting there. The more they got closer to the
end of the street, the more it was sure where they were taking it. The
worst place to show it off. A place it called the aquarium because of the
two floors glass walls showing the trendy crowd mingling around drinking
cocktails. The skins walked in the metal and glass bar. it followed them,
head down not daring looking at anyone. The sound of disgust filling its
ears again. Why was it ashamed of its state, why was it giving a fuck about
what they thought? The two skins got a couple a pints for themselves and
met with two men in suits not bothering acknowledging it.

it stood behind the skins, feeling so fucking stupid, so out of place and
it knew it was the center of attention. it was a curiosity for them. A
subject of gossip. Something to tell their posh friends about over dinner,
describing the stupid ape invading their territory.

it tried to concentrate on the skins, ready to move. But they just ignored
it having a good time. it tried to stay still to avoid bringing more
attention on itself. Standing straight it could feel the piss escaping its
bladder through the catheter and down its leg inside the boot. FUCKING
HELL. it moaned and got a sharp look from the white skin. He knew what was
happening and he enjoyed its discomfort. The plug filling its arse was
getting hard to deal with as it was getting desperate for a shit. the plug
was solidly forced up its hole by the rubber and leather suits. its bowels
were cramping every few minutes.its body tried to adjust with the lack of
release and every cramp got more and more painful. it fought hard not to
show any outside discomfort. it was sure people could see it shake like a
leaf.

The skins said their goodbyes telling their friends to make sure to stop at
the shop the following day to check on the pig. it blushed and shivers rom
the sneering it face when it looked up at them, lowering its head
quickly. As it walked out of the bar, it felt the eyes on it. But it felt
relief leaving the place. Nothing could be worst than that. How wrong and
stupid was it? it followed the skins to a place it loved to eat and it felt
good about the food coming. Stupid pig. "STOP CUNT. Face the window, legs
spread, hands in back."

As they left it could not help moaning, begging not to be left like
this. its pathetic sounds did not stop them from walking in the
restaurant. it did not matter for now. The restaurant was an open floor
below the street level with a band of clear glass for the light to go
through. From below, the people sitting at the long tables had a full view
of it displayed against the window. it got a lot of attention in no time.
The skins got a spot where they could see it. But they not even looked at
it once. it was very aware of its display. it could feel the sweat running
down its back, down into the crack of its plugged arse. The longer it
stayed still the more it felt a pain in its shoulders, it tried to ease it
moving s little as possible and the smell sipping through its neck filled
its snout. Turning it on something wild. The smell of rubber, piss, sweat,
leather shooting straight to its locked dick. it stayed displayed to the
passer by on they way to dinner, a drink with mates or home. it could hear
the sniggering and comments as they stepped around it like it was a turd on
the pavement. it didn't register the words, they meant nothing to it. it
was there because its Master wanted it. it was serving him through the
skins. it needed this.

"MOVE CUNT". Fuck, it had lost track of time and it fell flat on its face
rushing behind them sending them laughing. it hurried behind them. The
journey to their place was the same. Sniggering, humiliating comments,
people moving away from it, disgusted looks. it even blushed something
fierce when a group of teenage girls took pictures of it.

 The skins were seating comfortably away from it enjoying every second of
its humiliation. When finally back on the streets it was grateful that it
was deserted. it looked like a warehouses district. But it realised that
they had been turn into living units. The white skin unlocked a thick metal
door and it followed them up some metal stairs to the third and to
floor. On the landing there was only one huge door. The white skin slides
it opened and it followed them in.

In heaven or in hell! The place was a huge open plan area divided by the
furniture. its eyes stared at the many heavy chains with restraints hanging
from the rafters across the place. A pig could be placed wherever they
needed it. As it followed them towards the back it was assaulted by the
smell of the place. RUBBER!!! Rubber sofa, thick rubber curtains on the
windows and to separate or not the shower and toilet area. Even their big
bed was covered in rubber and big lorry's air inner tubes used as
furniture. And the more it came towards the back wall the more it was
surrounded by rubber to found itself in a totally enclosed rubber space. On
the floor, on the walls and a huge rubber curtain to close the space
off. "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES CUNT! When you arrive in a place you hit the
fucking floor. " it dropped quickly on its knees, the métis skin facing
it with its cock out. He pulled the sock out of its dry mouth and pissed
all over its face and the leather suit, not bothered with the piss pooling
on the floor. "LICK THE FLOOR CLEAN CUNT!" it pushed its face hard on the
floor and lick the bitter piss as fast as it could, sucking it off the
floor. By the time it finished it was soaked in piss and was painting out
of breath. They pushed a sort of cat litter box under its head. it was
filled with a paste. EAT! it tasted the paste too slowly for them. its head
was pushed with a boot to the bottom of the box. "EAT CUNT!" it opened its
mouth wide and swallowed the vile meal. it was oat and piss. And a lot of
it. By the time it ate it all its face was coated in sticky paste. The
white skin pissed all over its face to clean and without being told it
cleaned the floor again. They did not give it any time to recover. The
white skin unlocked the zips ons the biker suit and the metis skin unlocked
the boots, removed the gloves on its hands. They pulled the leather off its
shoulders, down its arms. they pushed it to the floor, grabbed the suit's
legs and pulled it off it shacking like a bag. it slipped out of the suit
and its snout was it by the stink coming off it. it had already soaked
inside its rubber skin. it was on its back, starring at the skins, not
daring to move. it was excited and scared. They walked away behind the
rubber curtain. it looked around its home. Racks of rubber clothing,
shelves packed with rubber, leather or metal gear. Piles of rubber plugs
and dildos on the floor, a metal cage, more inflated rubber tubes and even
lorry tyres. its eyes finally fell on a twisted piece of furniture. Three
toilets seats mounted on a metal frame. it looked more closely at it. A
metal band ran between the support legs of the bench with metal stocks
under each seat. A pig could be locked at the neck and writs under
them. its pathetic locked dick tried to fight agains the metal on it, only
making it moan from the pain.  The skins came back and it instantly brought
all its attention them. The white skin got a thick rubber hood with eyes,
snout and mouth holes. He put it over its head pulling its snout ring out
again. He seemed to like to see the metal agin its black. it was dragged
under the middle seat on the bench, metal locked around its neck and
wrists. The métis skin locked rigid cuffs on its ankles and locked the
bar to the floor. In was not going anywhere. Again, it had no fucking
idea. The métis skin took some curved metal band. He put one just above
each of its knees, he adjusted the first one and it SCREWED it in place to
the floor. He did the same to the second one. A wide and screwed around its
waist, its chest and arms. it was screwed to the floor. And left it.

After a bit the métis skin came back. He was in the rubber t-shirt and
chaps. Without a word he sat above its head. The stink from his arse was
like a drug for it and it pushed its snout in it trying to get all of
it. "OPEN YOUR HOLE CUNT!" it stretched its mout wide open, trying to rise
its head even closer to the shit hole about to fill it. First it received a
couple of wet farts, not daring to close its mout. And the métis took a
massive dump in its hole. Thick, sticky, hot waste filling its hole. it
felt the turd just curling in its hole pushing its checks further apart to
make room for the shit that kept coming. "FLUSH!" it closed its mouth
around the disgusting shit. The vile taste was enough to bring tears to its
eyes. its Master trained it to be a toilet for SUPERIORS. But it could not
help heaving as the foul shit started to go down its throat. it shut its
mouth tight, not wanting to imagine what would happen if any of it escaped,
or worst if it puked it all back up. it was forced to chew the shit to a
paste in order to swallow it, to flush it down. it opened its eyes at one
point and saw the skin looking at it with an evil smirk though the toilet
seat. A MAN looking down a toilet. "OPEN YOUR TOILET HOLE CUNT!" He pissed
in its hole standing up. Like a man.

When he finished, he pushed a fucking huge dildo gag in its mouth and
locked it in place. The gag was passed the back of its mouth making it gag
on it. it could just breathe through it.

it was just a commodity, a fucking toilet. Sealed to the floor, no control
on its piss or shit. The massive plug reminded itself at the thought. Fuck
it was desperate for a shit, but there was nothing it could do about
it. The skin put a clamp on the catheter sticking out to its rubber covered
metal cock cage.

The skin left.  All lights when off. it heard heavy moaning. The sound of
fucking.

Then silence.

it was left sealed to the floor for few minutes that it already wanted to
move. it started to get hard in the cock cage, it wanted to main but did
not dare to make any sound. it was screaming fin its head or any relief,
any attention. But none came. Just silence. it sort of fell asleep for a
short time and jerked awake in its restraints. it was hurting all over its
restrained body, the plug in its arse was hurting as fuck, and its stupid
cock was hard as steel. The night was a ride between torture and lust. At
one point it saw a shape approaching it. The withe skin removed its gag and
sat heavily on it crushing its head between the floor and his arse. it
struggled to open its mouth wide under the hole just in time to be filled
with a nasty soft shit, it was forced to swallow as it kept coming. The
vile liquid paste sticking to its throat and coating its tube to the
stomach. it did not get any piss to clean the shit. The white skin just
gagged it again and went back to sleep. its stomach was full with the two
loads of shit and the paste it was fed. it stated to fart something
fierce. The stink escaping the rubber. Morning was long to come, and by
then it was a total wreck.

The skins woke up and went about their things ignoring it. When they came,
they were back in same rubber and skin trousers. it didn't hear any
showers.And it got hard at the thought of its snout under their armpits,
balls, smelling them again and again. They released it from the metal
bands, pulled it by its feet from under the bench, the hood and gag came
off as they threw him the biker suit and boots. it put it on as quick as
possible, not wanted to anger them. Not an easy task with its hands still
in the rubber mitts. They locked it again, and put its hands in the biker
gloves again.

Once on the street it realised it was ready for another humiliating journey
but they took it to a van and hogtied it in the back. it was rolled from
one side to the other as they made their way across town. When they stopped
and pulled it out, it expected to be back at the shop but they were in a
narrow street not far from it. The withe skin removed the restraint on one
wrist, pulled the glove and mitt of it. it had sweated so much that he did
not have much trouble pulling the rubber off its arms. it was shocked when
they walked in a greasy spoon. the owner, a big skin greeted them with a
huge laugh when it saw it behind them. they sat in a booth and pointed to
the seat opposite them. They got three mugs. The owner brought them two
mugs of coffee and gave it one laughing. it was filled with warm piss. They
all got a full breakfast, even it. it had to fight hard not to shovel the
food down. it taste like heaven to it, but it knew that hell was not
far. When they finished they put the glove back on it, they told the owner
to stop by later, sending him laughing again. Somehow it felt that it was
the reason of the laugh. And not a good one. walked along a quiet street
under a railway bridge. They stopped and it was faced against a pillar. A
zip at its arse in the biker and the rubber suits were open. "ON ALL FOURS
PIG AND SHIT!" They did not really want it to shit like a pig in public. it
looked up at them and found them starring at it. "You shit or we lock you
up again." it started to push on its arse, the plug stretching its hole
again making it cry by the sheer burn it felt. Then the slug and shit
exploded out of its hole. it heard it hitting the ground and it moaned as
much from relief as from humiliation. it wanted to piss but the clamp was
still on the catheter. Bring the plug PIG! it looked at the shit covered
rubber bullet. it knew instantly what they wanted and it turned around,
walked on all f our, picked the plug with its mouth and took it to the
white skin. it stopped in from of it and waited holding the dirty plug. The
skin took it from its mouth and pushed it back in its fuck hole making it
moan from the invasion. Even stretched as it was, it was not an easy thing
to take. The skiing pushed his dirty fingers in its mouth for it to lick
clean. They zipped it all back up. And soon it was again following them on
a busier street. it saw the arch with the large metal door. They open the
door, pushed it inside. The door slammed shut, sending shivers up its body.

The day only started.

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