Rubberole Play
An old story, uploaded here.
An entry for The_Kitty_Named_Terra competition over on FA.
Just a little fun I've been thinking of. Sandy - from the Shower Repair and The Waterbed Man - has this little history in my head that I haven't written yet, but this is they kind of place she ends up - the creator of kinky sex toys (and sometimes the kinky sex toy herself). Terra, of course, is Terras'.
The black box was set high on a plinth, where it could be seen from the rest of the hall. The room was lined with pillars, which drew the attention to the window where the box was framed against the window. During the day, it would show up in stark contrast to the light sky, exactly what the designers wanted for their product demonstration. Except, of course that this was the middle of the night, and the only person there wasn't a potential buyer.
The figure slipped through the darkness of the display hall, hugging the cover of the pillars. Dressed in a black catsuit, the thief snuck her way up to the plinth, her hips swaying and flicking her tail from side to side as she ran. Her full figure was hardly the stereotypical image of a catburgler, but it didn't seem to affect her job. Gently, she lifted the black box, examining her prize from behind her mask.
A loud clap echoed around the room. She jumped back theatrically, closer to the window. The one-woman round of applause continued as a mink stepped from behind one of the pillars. Each time she took a step, her wide hips rolled from side to side and sent her long tail flowing in a graceful arc behind her. She was dressed in a severe business skirt suit that contrasted sharply with her stark white fur and light yellow hair, scraped back into a ponytail. "Welcome, welcome, welcome. I'd been hoping for someone to come for the demonstration. After all, without a thief, my security system doesn't have much to show off."
The catburglar tucked the box under her arm, and gave a mocking salute, leaping towards the window. She was not prepared, however for the sudden yank around her torso that stopped her short.
"Oh, please. Why did you think it was so easy for you to get in here? You've been filmed all the way, and it's going to be displayed for my investors."
The thief struggled. Something held her across her chest, cinching tight beneath her large breasts, forcing them to ride higher and closer together beneath the slick latex of the catsuit. She pulled ineffectually at the black tentacle that had emerged form the box, holding her firmly. Other tentacles had erupted from the underside of the box to grip the plinth, cutting off her chance of escape.
While her hands struggled with the thick ropes around her torso, she didn't notice tendrils creeping over her upper arms. They suddenly jerked back, pulling her arms behind her to touch at her elbows. She couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her breasts out. She tried to kick out as the mink approached her, but more tendrils snatched her legs back under her, and then froze, holding her immobile before the woman. "Well," said the mink. "Let's take a look at see what I've caught to play with."
She pulled off the burglar's mask. A cute tigress looked back up at her, her face in a comical frown. "You won't get away with this!"
"Oh, but I already have!" The mink cupped her hand under the tigress' chin, tilting her head to look into her blue eyes. "There's nothing you can do to escape now - you will become my toy!"
Terra gulped. "You-you can't..." A finger trailed down her neck, to the zipper of her catsuit. "I'm not going to be your plaything!" The mink took the zipper and pulled it down, slowly, so that each pair of teeth snicked apart. With each click, the two parts of the suit fell apart further, forced open by the tension from her posture, revealing an expanse skin the cinnamon colour of tigers' fur. It stopped when the mink bumped her hand against the tentacle, just short of revealing her nipples. "I'm not going to do what you say just because you've got me tied up!"
The mink didn't seem to care. she slipped a hand inside the tight top of the catsuit, spreading the opening so that the tigress' breasts fell out, still held up by the tentacles, and forced the zipper down further, past the creamy white fur of her belly. Terra couldn't help but gasp as the sharp metal teeth scarped across the delicate flesh of her nipples, making them stand up proud through her fur. "I don't recall giving you an option, my dear," said the mink. "I'm going to make you my toy."
She pulled a remote control from a pocket, and fiddle with a few controls. This caused a new tentacle to erupt from the the box, slithering over Terra's body until it reached the opening in the suit at her stomach. It slid in, more and more length that wrapped around her stomach until the mink was satisfied. Then, with a few more button presses, every tentacle moving in unison, ripping the tigress forward and half out of her suit in one powerful thrust. Only her arms and legs remained in the black suit, effectively hog tying her.
"And this is how I'm going to do it."
The mink's words jerked Terra's attention back to her from trying to look over her should at where the tentacle wrapped around her raised its head. "Do you see that fluid?" Terra gulped and nodded. Something black and shiny oozed from a lit in the tip of the tentacle. "It's a special kind of rubber, designed specially to bond to fur and skin. It doesn't dull and deaden the sensation, though. No, it stimulates, and drives nerves to their limits. Each touch of this rubber will drive you wild with lust. "
A few drops of the fluid had fallen onto Terra's belly. Whether it was enough to affect her or not, she was starting to show signs of undeniable arousal: her breath coming in hot gasps that sent her breasts rolling, nipples perked up and hard, and down beneath her bonds, out of her sight, shining moistness showed itself between her legs.
"And guess where it's going first."
The head of the tentacle moved down, caressing her pubic mound. A trail of black, converted flesh showed its path. Terra couldn't hold in a long, low moan as the lips of her pussy were painted with the rubber.
"Of course, it's not on it's own."
She opened her eyes again, and saw that the rest of the tentacles had climbed up her limbs, and were poised above her, ready to begin her transformation to rubberised sex toy, dribbling the black rubber. She gulped, and the mink twisted a dial.
The heads dived in, painting on new stripes across the paths of old ones, blackening the orange fur. New trails shone on her body as she writhed and bucked, screaming at the touch. Her wails had a strange, burbling quality to them, and it took a second before Sandy realised she was trying to say a word. "U-ha-Un-ha!Haa! Unclefd! Hahaha!"
"Shit!"
The mink spun a dial on the remote, and the the tentacles froze. They gently deposited the squirming girl on the ground before retreating back into the black box. Sandy ran up to the tigress, and gently touched her hair. "Terra? Are you alright?"
Terra opened her eyes, and laughed. "You didn't say it was going to tickle that much!"
Sandy went frowned. "Tickles? You used the safeword because you're a bit ticklish?"
"I couldn't stand it! That more sensitive stuff is really true!" Terra ran a finger over the side of her chest, were a patch of her body was coated in the shining rubber. "Ohhh, that feels so damn good!"
Sandy stood. "Well, I never got ticklish when I tried it on myself. But I suppose that was just with a paintbrush and not the tentacle delivery system."
She looked at the girl on the ground, still exploring the parts of her body where rubber met fur. "But you agreed to help make a video I could use to sell this stuff, and bursting into laughter every other second isn't exactly sexy."
"Well," said the girl on the floor, "do you think you won't be ticklish?"
"What?" Sandy crossed her arms. "You think I should go into that? Be - sextoyed?"
Terra giggled. "I'll be sure to play with you a lot."
Sandy bit her lip. "Well, it, uh, doesn't fit with the story we've got going on, does it?"
Terra sat up, and with one hand cupped he blackened pussy. "It's porn, who's bothering with the plot? We can just shoot something about me turning the tables on my evil captor!"
"Well." Sandy looked away and then back to the girl. "If you're sure you can remember how to undo the process..."
"Yeah, yeah, the red button, isn't it? It gives you a drop of solvent and then the whole thing peels off?"
"Mm-hmm." Sandy shook her head in defeat. "Alright, but I'm going to put my suit somewhere safe, I like this one."
The tigress stroked the rubberised lips of her pussy and watched as the mink stripped off her jacket and slipped out of her skirt. She had wide hips and a large arse, but her stomach was flat and her breasts small, no more than a b-cup in her bra. Her flawless white fur rippled gently as she took off her panties and strode back to the black box. Picking it up, she held it over her chest, and said "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do thi- eeek!"
Before she had finished her word, black tentacles as thick as her wrist had whipped out and enveloped her body. Arms and legs bound, she struggled futility. One curled around her neck, rising up into her line of sight so she could see the tip split and the black rubber fluid begin to ooze out. A deep thrill tremored through her body.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Terra cackled maniacally. Sandy shot her a pointed look. She smiled angelically.
"So, you thought to make me you slave, but the tables have turned! You'll never control me, but I'm going to enjoy making you bend to my EVERY WHIM!"
Sandy writhed in her bonds. The tentacles began to slide over her body, leaving black trails on her pristine white fur. "People know who I am! They'll hunt you down, and rescue me, and you'll be - ah - the one here!"
She whimpered and bit her lip. Terra was right, the rubber stripes were overly sensitive, and she struggled to stop from bursting out laughing. Hopefully her internal battle looked like she was fighting not to get turned on.
"No, they won't be looking for you," purred Terra, leaning in close and caressing her paw along the tentacle in front of Sandy. "Because I'm going to have you put on display. You're going to tell everyone that you volunteered to have this done to you, and that all your high powerful business.. stuff was just to make up for wanting to be a little subby slave, and you finally have to admit it and become everything you want to be."
Sandy let out a shivering moan. The growing black stripes on her legs worked up to her crotch, where another nestled into her pussy, already the colour of night and dripping with her arousal. She couldn't complain or do anything to fight as Terra guided the tentacle into her mouth. "Now, shh, shh. Let me take your voice."
The rubber had taken most of her body now. It didn't quite respond as her body would, shining against the night and only ever moving into the sexual abuse that Terra gave her. Her throat bulged with the width of the tentacle in it. Excess rubber fluid bubbled up coating her lips and dribbling down her neck, eyes rolling back into her head.
Terra pulled the tentacle out of the half converted girls' mouth. "Now, what do you have to say?"
Sandy tried to speak. But instead of what she wanted to say: "I'm a good little sex toy!"
"Of course you are. And what's more, you're my good little sex toy!"
"All my holes are yours to use!"
Terra pressed up tight against the mink. All that was left of Sandy was her head from the muzzle up, one last patch of white in the blackness that had wiped away the individuality of the girl.
"Oh god, I can't wait to have you licking and fingering away at my pussy, it's aching for some proper service-"
Suddenly Terra looked Sandy in the eyes, and said, "Uh-oh."
Sandy stared back. Now her eyes were the only unconverted parts. "Um," said Terra, in a very matter of fact way. "I think the tentacles have got me, too."
Sandy opened her eyes wide. A few drips of rubber began to creep onto her orbs, sealing her off from the world entirely. "I exist for your pleasure!"
"Oh. I'll take that as a - ah! - no, then!" Terra gasped as he pussy was split by tentacle busily coating her nether regions. She had no way out, caught in the embrace between her brand new toy and the thing that had made it. "Um. We can get out of this without being able to move, and when we're rubber sex toys, right?"
"I'm a plaything for your use!"
Terra's breasts pushed against the toy that had been Sandy's. They were slowly taking the same shade, black and shining as they were pushed aside by the tentacle rising between them. Terra had time to look Sandy in her remaining eye before the rubber took it and left her face a vapidly smiling mask. "Erm. Whoops?"
The tentacle plunged into her mouth, more sneaking up to caress her ears and take them from her. Thick length were moving in and out of their cunts and arseholes, coating them and making them ready for use, turning up the sensitivity of the captured women, until they were both on the verge of cumming. Measuring their reactions, how they used what little movement they had left to move into the penetration, the box knew they were ready - and cruelly withdrew, leaving them needy and desperate.
Terra tried to scream out, desperate for more. "My cunt feels empty without you!"
One of her eyes was swimming with black rubber. With the other she glanced Sandy. She couldn't read what the mink was thinking beneath the black bimbo sextoy mask, and knew that she was about to look the same. Perhaps Sandy was starting to accept what had happened to her.
Perhaps in a few more seconds of torturous need, she would too.
The tentacles lifted its two creations, each of them squirming a little. It placed them on their knees on either side of the plinth, arms bent up in a begging pose, and lifted its box back to the top of the plinth.
The two sex toys waited, wiggling and jiggling gently. They waited, unsure if they wanted more to be rescued or simply to be used.