Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 11:34:49 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 23

it was locked in the cage only for few hours, even if it felt like days.

Forced on all four on its knees and elbows, held tight in place by the
thick gimp suit, it barely fitted between the cages's bars. It was not a
comfortable pid/dog cage. As it was pushed, pulled inside the cage it felt
the bars on its sides, on its back forcing it down as it squeezed in and
when they closed the door it was pushed forward till it was against the
front of the cage. it felt the metal bars surrounding it, feeling like a
very tight metal prison.  And once they put the chains tight on its collar
it had lost its last bit of movement.

Hours in the immobile position brought a new level of torture. it was
desperate to arch its back, stretch its legs and arms but there was nothing
it could do. Again. it felt the tears under the layers of rubber. it tried
to make them understand that it needed release but the huge breathing gag
in its mouth silenced it. its jaws were stretched wide around it,
aching. The snot hook forced its head backwards, the metal bands on its
balls pulled them down, the pig tail plug stretched its fuck hole.

But it could feel its caged erection. it was excited as fuck. So fucking
horny. A sow on heat. And it moaned constantly desperate for any sexual
relief.

Through the rubber it could guess that people, MEN were coming in and out
of the shop. They stopped and looked at it. it felt hands on its rubber
covered body, hands pulling hard on its balls, fingers blocking the
breathing tube till it tried to shake them off in a desperate fight against
the metal bars, living it pull deep breath when air was allowed back in its
lungs. Allowed. it was allowed to breathe because it kept it
functioning. it was no more that a filth recycling unit for them. Lost in
its thoughts, it had not realised the stillness around it, the silence. For
a long time no one got near it, until one MAN walked in the shop and stood
in front of it, looking at it, studying it. And it moaned louder and louder
for the MAN to touch it. Only one MAN could trigger such a basic animal
reaction.

its MASTER.

If it was possible its locked dick got even harder around the catheter. it
tried to push against the bars so desperate it was for the slightest touch
but its MASTER just walked away to the other end of the shop. it did not
dare to hope it would leave with HIM, it would be crushed if it
wasn't. What the fuck was wrong with it. it sounded like a pathetic love
sick puppy. it was a fucking animal, an object for its MASTER. All its
senses were overloading with it trying to hear, see, smell, feel its
MASTER. it was so lost in its world that it jumped, as if it really could,
when it felt the door of the cage being opened. it stayed still. The chains
locked to its collar were released and it was pushed out of the cage and
turned it around. its MASTER and the two skins (it guessed) were standing
in front of it. "GOOD PIGGY!" FUCK FUCK FUCK, its MASTER was really in
front of it and it crawled to HIM. it got a pat on the top of its head and
it tried to press it on his MASTER's boots. But the snout hook still
pulling its head backwards and the solid posture collar around its neck
stopped it. it only felt frustration and it growled like an unhappy
pig. They just laughed at its frustration. it paid attention to what was
happening around it. its MASTER was saying thank you to the skinheads.

The shop's door was open and it saw its MASTER leaving. it moaned and
grunted, calling HIM back. But the two skinheads picked it up off the floor
and walked towards the door. its heart nearly stopped at the thought of
being displayed in public. its MASTER's van was parked in front of the shop
and it was shoved in the back of it. it wasn't going to be displayed in
public. Yet...

it felt some straps locked to the roof of the van passed around its chest
and waist to keep it on all four. The back door was shut and within minutes
the van with its depraved cargo was moving through the streets of London.

The straps holding were just long enough for it to be jerked on all sides
as the van stopped, moved forward or took a quick corner. A couple of steps
for it as it constantly moved and by the time the van stopped totally it
was exhausted as if it had walked the whole journey. its MASTER got out of
the van, opened the back door. it heard scrapping metal sounds and felt its
MASTER getting in the back of the van. The straps were released, a leash
attached to its collar and it was turned around and pulled towards the back
of the van. For a second it was scared thinking at the drop to the floor
but it trusted its MASTER so it followed the tug on its collar. And as it
put its elbow out it felt something solid where it should have been empty
space. After its second careful step it realised there was a ramp of some
sort for it to get out. its MASTER knew the stupid pig understood and HE
pulled it hard down the ramp onto the floor, through the door connecting
the garage to its `home'.

it was dragged across the room, realising again how big it was. it knew it
had not discovered all of it yet. it passed its cage, the cross, the pit
and was dragged around a corner. The snout hook and collar were removed,
the full zip opened and it was shaken out of the gimp suit and it laid on
its back with it back with its legs sticking up with the tail still impaled
in its hole. it was covered in piss and it MASTER made sure HE got all of
it out, showering it with its own stink. Next the restraints holding it
like a four legged animal were removed and it moaned at it was finally able
to stretch its arms and its legs. it did not think it could stand on its
own yet.

its MASTER put two metal bowls next to it, telling to have them both empty
by the time HE got back. it moved as quick as its sore limbs allowed it and
it straight for the bowls. it did not know. how long it would have so it
wolfed the nasty paste of wheat, piss and whatever the thick chunks were
down, followed by the weird liquid in the other bowl. it licked a couple of
paste's blobs off the floor. it felt full and it stayed on all four, its
head down as it waited for its MASTER to return. it wanted to look around,
to see more of the space but it felt so much better the way it
was. Controlled.

it heard the footsteps getting closer and did not dare to move its
head. When its MASTER stopped, it could see his boots in front of it and it
was craving to lick them, to smell them to push its head in them in
complete submission. But even that was denied to it because it had been
claimed by a MAN. it did not even had a choice. The moment it walked into
the pub days ago, it was claimed and owned.

"GET UP CUNT! Got to get you ready." The chill in its MASTER's voice made
it clear that it'd better obey quickly. it struggled to stand up, keeping
its head down, its hands going in its back and spreading its legs in
complete display as it was taught. its MASTER snickered. "Good cunt." its
MASTER walked behind it, pulled the tail out of its fuck hole and pushed
the plug bit straight in its mouth. it sucked on its own shit cleaning the
plug with its tongue. A wide plug replaced the tail and the zip was closed
around its base. its MASTER pulled the tail out of its mouth and held it in
front of it without a word. it sticked its tongue out and made sure it
licked every trace of its on filth off the plug. When satisfied its MASTER
just threw it on the gimp suit still on the floor. Next HE locked thick
rubber mittens over its fist still in the mitts gloves, removed the clear
hood, grabbed the back of it neck and walked it to the cross on the
wall. As it passed a large mirror on a wall it had a glimpse of its
tattooed mohawk. Within minutes it was stretched spreadeagled on the
wall. it could its MASTER reaching for a plastic bag, the logo of the shop
clearly showing on it.

its Master pulled a rubber cock sheath and it felt some relief. it had
obviously expected something nasty. it just didn't know how real its fear
would come true. its MASTER turned the thick cock sheath inside out and
pushed a sort of rubber sound in the catheter's end sealing it shut. When
it was fully inserted in, HE slipped the sheath over its metal chastity
cage and pushed its weighted balls in the attached ball sack. Once again a
solid rubber dick stood out of the suit. its Master removed its snout
ring. Got that made for you cunt. He showed two small discs joined very
close by a small tube before taking them apart. HE put one disc up a snout
hole, pushing the very short tube in its piercing and putting the second
disc in its other snout's hole HE clamped them shut again leaving it with
metal discs in its snout. it used U shaped holders to keep its hole opened
when not able to wear its septum. Those discs were another level a
degradation, it could feel them inside its snout. More metal.

When it finally saw what its MASTER had pulled out of the bag it would have
pissed itself if the catheter had not been sealed.

its MASTER was holding a very heavy looking rubber hood if you could the
thick heavy looking oval shape a hood. it had no human facial feature. Just
a smooth black oval shape. its MASTER made sure it could see the only hard
to notice holes for it to breathe, just above a weird sealed hole in the
solid mass where its mouth should be. Then HE took an evil pleasure to show
it the inside. There was a space for its snout with two tubes connected to
the outside holes, and a wide gag with a mouth piece with a very long tube
sticking out of it, there were even shapes to go over its ears with rubber
plugs in them. it knew then that the tubes will fill its holes somehow and
once the hood locked other its head it would have lost another bit of
humanity. it wanted to scream, it wanted to beg its MASTER not to do that,
to let it go. But what it felt was true. it felt pure fear. Not to be used
and abused beyond anything it imagined in its twisted fantaisies. But the
fear of failing its MASTER. The look it saw in its MASTER's eyes showed
that HE knew what it felt. And somehow that was no comfort for it.

"That's not going to be pleasant cunt." Those words destroyed all the
resolve it had left to face this new level of degradation. And it tried to
pull on the restraints holding it to the wall. At no time did it beg or ask
for release. it tried to free its body, trashing in the unbreakable
restraints. its MASTER watching it with a smirk on his face saying that HE
had all the time in the world. And when it was finally exhausted, only held
to the wall by the restraints, its MASTER took its humanity away. He
greased the three tubes with a jelly of some sort and when HE put the long
tube in front of its mouth, it just opened it. its MASTER put the end of
the tube in its mouth and told it to swallow. it felt the tube enter the
back of its throat. its MASTER gave it some water and as it swallowed HE
pushed the tube down its stomach. it jerked in its bounds when it felt the
tubes entering its snout. As they filled both holes it felt the ends at the
back of its snout. it heard its breath coming through the tubes. The ears
plugs were line properly and its MASTER totally encased its head. The plugs
filled both ears, shutting down all sound, the thicker end of the snout
tubes sealed it completely making sure that it could only breathe through
them, it had to open its mouth as wide as it could for the gag to fill its
mouth pushing the last bit of the tube in its stomach, its teeth were kept
wide apart by the mouth piece. it felt the thick rubber sliding over its
head and covering its neck. A zip was pulled down the back it from the top
of its head, tightening the rubber mass; squeezing its head. it felt a wide
posture collar locked around its neck over the hood. Then nothing. Silence
and blackness. it could not hear, not see a thing. Even breathing through
the tubes was an alien sensation. The mask was fucking heavy and it had to
work hard to keep its head up. its fucking dick got harder as it was
sliding up over the catheter. FUCKING TRAITOR. it was glad its MASTER could
not see its erection and it moaned in the gag as it felt his hands grabbing
its metal and rubber cock. HE knew.

it was released from the wall and it dropped to its knees, trying to keep
its head up. it felt its MASTER's hands grabbing its rubber head to hold it
in place. Something warm was going down the tube, straight in its
stomach. it could only feel it not able to taste it, but i knew it was its
MASTER's piss. The depressed hole in the mask was enough for MEN to fit
their cock in and piss down its sceptic tank. And the sealed catheter was
going to make sure it was going to stay full. it could not feel the air
entering its lungs, it could not taste anything filling its stomach, it
could not hear anything, it could not see anything, its fuck hole was
sealed and its dick caged, covered in rubber and sealed too. All its senses
were taken away from it and all its holes were controlled.

When it was roughly turned around it nearly fell on the floor and just
managed to stay standing. its wrists were locked together in its back, more
restraints locked its elbows together, its MASTER made it step in what it
thought were rubber shorts of some sort. they were pulled up to cover its
plugged arse and locked dick.  it felt a rubber sleeve pulled over its arms
all the way up to its shoulders and the jacket part zipped in its front. it
felt a strap attached to the sleeve's end pulled between its kegs and
locked to the front. its arms were glue to its back in a weird straight
jacket; it was totally encased in thick and tight rubber. A rubber gimp.

And when it stupidly thought it could not get worst, a posture collar was
locked around its neck. A fucking monstrosity by the feel of it: thick
solid and tight as fuck. it Master then pulled waders up its legs before
leaving it standing alone. it could not feel anything at all even the feel
of the air on was denied to it with the layers of rubber encasing it. Then
it jerked as it forgot to breathe through the tubes. it could only drag
limited amount of air in its lungs and it needed to concentrate hard. it
stumbled when it felt a pull at its neck, probably leashed and dragged
across its home. it knew its MASTER was taking it to the van. WRONG. it was
pulled to the exit door and it had to fight itself from stopping in its
track. it was with its MASTER and HE had complete control over it. it could
only guess it was on the pavement, cars passing by on the street. it was
pushed inside a car and forced to kneel down on the floor. There was a lot
of space for it and it was pulled between its MASTER's legs s the vehicle
moved. Then it understood: IT WAS IN A FUCKING BLACK CAB!

When the cab finally stopped, it was pulled on another pavement before
being dragged in a building, they passed through a second set of doors and
when it felt more than it heard the thumping of the loud music, it knew
they were in a heavy fetish club. Not a place for the faint hearted. A
place where sadist could make the pain pigs scream, where human urinals
were on duty. it knew the club well from its many visits, when it spent
most of the time in the shadows watching what was happening around it
before going home for many wanks till it was dry. it followed its MASTER as
HE went to the bar (probably) before being taken through a maze. it could
imagine the Tops, the subs in their leather or rubber looking at the gimp
on a chain. Some tops wanting to use it, the subs wanted to be in his
place. Even few tops wanted to be in his place. A rubber thing.  it was
pushed inside a very narrow standing cage and locked in it. it knew there
were other pigs or subs locked in the cages next to it. A row of ten cages
to store the animals when not needed, with a light spot above each to make
sure that they were fully displayed. it wanted to be used, it wanted to be
beaten, to feel a flogger bruised its back, a cock or a fist filling its
hole, it wanted to lick clean filthy boots or holes, it wanted to swallow
gallons pf piss, it wanted to be tied up in topes and suspended, it wanted
electro to fry its balls, it wanted, it wanted, it wanted... And it
cried. tears of need and shame and frustration soaking its face under the
rubber. it knew that its eyes were showing what it craved for but for all
those around it was a faceless gimp, an inhuman smooth rubber form. And it
felt complete joy when the cage's door was open and it was pulled out. it
was finally taken deeper in the club where it would be used and abused. it
could only laugh when it passed through doors and in the toilets. it was
made to kneel in the through, its back to the piss covered concrete, its
collar locked to a ring in it. it was kneeling in the urinal for anyone to
piss all over it or in the mask hole to feed, no to fill it. And in seconds
it felt piss going down the tube in its throat, straight to its
stomach. The piss seemed to never stop. There must have been a queue in
front of it. it could imagine the cocks being pushed in the mask's hole,
the hands holding its sealed head. But it felt nothing of that, only its
stomach getting full. It felt something pushed in the hole and locked
around its head. A plug of some sort. After a bit, its knees started to get
sore but it could not move. its bladder started to scream for relief, it
was it screaming around the gag, it was hurting all over, it wanted
out. When no help came it just cried but there was no tears left.

Then it felt it. it was hard as fuck again. Even when ignored it was
used. it had a long night ahead...

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