Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2022 13:36:31 +0200 From: Depravpig Subject: Morphed into a pig Chapter 18 `'MMMPPPFFFGGGHHH MMMPPPFFFGGGHHH MMMPPPFFFGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'' I was shaking in my bounds from fucking frustration. I wanted to get out. I wanted them tightened. I wanted to be touched, to be used, to be fucking abused. And all I got was FUCKING NOTHING. No touch, no attention. I was completely lost in the bondage. It felt like I had been hanging for days. Ok probably only hours. Who the fuck was I kidding. One hour at the max. But the intensity of the bondage added to the fact I was displayed for all to see was driving me mad with lust. All I could thing about was what I looked like for anyone walking in the shop. A live rubber thing displayed. I pictured the black rubber completely encasing me from head to toes like a skin, the thick straps holding my restrained wrists and ankles up, the wide posture collar holding my head up, the head harness and blindfold completing my complete transformation. And not forgetting the electro plug up my arse. The physical feeling was out of this world. But the most intense thing so far were those few words: `'Another pig just arrived.'' I instantly imagined the barman walking in about to be geared up and put to display. And the next twisted thought was the image of another complete stranger. From what I heard there would be few pigs displayed. I stopped moving and started to breathe very slowly, trying to catch any sound, any clues on what was happening. To avail. But I should have known that the biker would fuck with my mind as much with my body. And the depraved smirk on his face as he pulled the blindfold off my eyes were just the proof of that. I blinked my eyes few times to clear the blur as the biker turned me around in my suspension bondage to see another rubber pig being dragged out of the cell. He was in a rubber straight jacket locked tight on him, rubber chaps, waders, a wide posture collar and a rubber hood over his head under a rubber harness. And a metal chastity cage. I could not take my eyes off it and my pathetic dick reacted in its plastic cage. Of course my mind went wild at the idea of me locked in a metal chastity cage. I could imagine the weight of it constantly reminding me what I was. The plastic cage was already doing that but the metal was something else. I realized how much I wanted this. I needed it. The biker just laughed. `'Yeah, I thought you would see that. Will have to get you a metal cage. If you are a good pig.'' His words sent shivers all over me. They were not an empty promise. The other pig was manhandled roughly. Thee shop assistant and one of the other men dragged to the standing cage and pushed in it backwards. He was fighting back. Probably another pig who agreed to be displayed in a moment of lust and changed his mind. Once the door was closed they did something to the back of the cage. They somehow unlocked the back of the cage and started to push it forward, making the space tighter for the pig in it. They kept pushing until the pig started moaning and then kept pushing until he went silent. They kept pushing just making sure that the pig was really tight in it before locking the back part in place once they could not move further. The pig was really squeezed tight in the cage from all sides. Then they started to pull his feet apart to lock them to the corner of the cage. They used straps to pull his knees apart as far as possible glueing him to the cage. They used more straps around his arms and finally around his collar. To finish, the shop assistant got on a small step ladder to reach the top not the head harness and lock it to the top of the cage. One man put a rubber stretcher around his balls, locked a chain on it, pulled it really tight before locking the other end to the floor of the cage. The pig was completely immobilized in the tight cage. Completely helpless. A wire hanging from his arse. When the door buzzed again, I turned my head towards the door to see who was arriving. I smirked under my hood as the barman walked in. He looked at both pigs, starring a bit long at me. He knew I was the pig hanging. He walked straight to the shop assistant who called the biker and another man over before taking the barman to the cell. I kept my eyes locked on the door, waiting to see barman in rubber. I jerked when the blindfold was pulled down again over my eyes. I moaned of frustration in the darkness. But the feeling of hands grabbing my balls and pulling them down brought me back to the reality. I wanted some attention and I was about to probably regret what I wished for. My ball sack was massaged and my balls pulled down hard. A wide strap was put around my balls and closed pushing them down. In seconds a rubber stretcher was locked on me. Making me moan like a pig. I could feel my balls sticking out, forced down by the wide rubber strap. I could feel the ma attaching something to the stretcher. WEIGHTS. And when it let go my balls were pulled down even more making me moan. I could feel my stretched balls swinging. I jerked in my bonds when the man gave them a couple of slaps before walking away. Anyone walking by me would be able to torture my balls even more. That thought scared me. Excited me. FUC FUCK FUCK. In my dark space I managed to hear the door buzz again twice. I wanted to see the barman. I imagined so many things happening to him. I wanted to see him tied up and displayed just like I was. I was ignored for a long time and when the biker pulled the blindfold off I looked around to find the barman. But my eyes met only the pig enclosed in the standing cage. From his moans I knew he was having a hard time. Or just an excited pig. There was no one else in the shop. Both displayed rubber pigs and racks upon racks of rubber gear. The smell of rubber was intoxicating and the more I breathed it the more I craved it. All this fantasies I spilled to the biker were becoming reality. Oh yeah a part of me was still fighting it and my natural stubbornness would always fight but the biker that slowly but surely molding me into a rubber pig. His rubber pig. When the biker and another man came out of the cell I could only stare at the rubber figure between them. He was in rubber skinhead gear. A black rubber Fred Perry t-shirt with red stripes on the collar and short sleeves, bleached rubber jeans, rubber combat boots, Thick rubber restraints on his wrists and ankles, a very thick heavy looking chain locked around his neck. His head was sealed in a rubber hood and a large red rubber ball was stuffed in his mouth stretching his jaws. They put him in the sling, his arms and legs really stretched to fully displayed the rubber. Once fully stretched I could see the zip at the back of the jeans just opened enough for all to see the base of the metal plug up his arse with the wire hanging. I tried not to think about what they planned to do. I really tried to keep my mind off the electro and the plug up my arse. I shivered ion my bonds again and my moans made the fucking sick biker smile again. The second rubber pig was carried out of the cell as he was only a rubber form. He was sealed in a very thick rubber bag with rings all along the sides. His hood had only holes for the nose completing the image of an oval rubber form. They moved him under some chains hanging near the desk. First they locked the chains to the rings near the shoulders, next at his waist and last at his feet. Once the pig attached to the chains he ended being suspended at an angle. And the only thing showing were his hard cock in a rubber sheath and his balls stretched with a wide rubber band and weights hanging from them. I looked carefully at him and of course there was a wire coming from his arse. The third pig brought out was definitely the most depraved rubber freak. He was sealed on rubber and forced to walk on all four as they came near me. They had put him in a see through rubber hogback keeping his arms and legs bent inside the thick rubber. He was in some black rubber clothing underneath and the mix of black and clear rubber was really exciting. His head was covered in a thick rubber hood with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. When I looked at his face I knew he was the barman. The thick ring hanging from his nose sticking agains the black rubber was definitely a clue. And the smirk he gave me when he saw me realizing who he was, was another. I looked him over not wanting to miss anything about him. They walked him on all four next to a large metal cage in the center of the shop. Underneath him I could see his cock locked in a metal chastity cage to. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!! His balls stretched with rubber and I quickly spotted the wire sticking out of his arse. The shop assistant grabber a rubber gas mask hood with a long tube attached to it, he opened the mask fully before pushing a rubber mouth guard in the barman's mouth keeping it fully open, and pulling the rubber hood over his rubber head. The double layers of rubber was probably intense as fuck. I briefly thought about me being the one putting the gas mask on him but I quickly imagined myself geared up like he was next to him. Once he was sealed in the mask, the shop assistant made him crawl backward in the cage before locking the door. He pulled the tube outside of the cage and hooked it to a top corner. My depraved mind knew immediately what it could be used for. Anyone needing to piss had a cage urinal at their disposition. The mouth guard was probably connected to the tube leaving an open through available to the men. Just before someone pulled the blindfold again over my eyes I just had the time to see the men starting to connect the wires hanging from the pig's arse to electro boxes. I had barely time to see someone doing that to me. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!! Once again in complete darkness my mind went wild with possibilities. Of course I lost track of time but when I managed to hear some background music I knew that the shop was about to be open to invited guests. MEN who would see the displayed pig. Who would see me. Then I remembered Tony and Daniel. And their promise to visit the shop. 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