Rubber 7 - Slubber time later
#7 of Rubber
Got this idea in my head. Had to write it down.
It didn't turn out as good as expected.
A pair of firm hands grabbed the prone body of the feline, the rubber-coated form wiggling slightly from the sudden and unexpected sensation. There had been no warning - since no sound ever reached the bound cat. The open mouth stretched as a loud scream - failed to emerge. No voice box existed in that throat, no link to lungs. Just a textured tube. The nostrils huffed small bursts of air in time with the attempted yells. What little air they passed wasn't needed. Slubbers don't breathe, don't see or hear. And can't do anything about their bondage, forced or otherwise.
Those hands placed the cat-shaped mass of black rubber down onto a soft surface - probably the bed. Whiskers, the only sign of an actual living being under that featureless black shell, were brushed and stroked. It was maddening for the restrained tiger. If only they could stop this abuse, escape their prisoner, or truely feel that touch. But no. Light pressure could be felt along the cat's body, from the sensual stroking that their captor enjoyed so much - lovingly running their hands along the rubbery surface. They always enjoyed the sides, the place where arms were suspiciously absent. And the lack of any masculinity a the crotch. And the lack of any breasts to fondle on the chest. A sleak, genderless, armless (and utterly helpless) body - complete with a tempting and gagless mouth and a tigher anal tunnel.
The cat wiggled, trying to flex away or overcome this endless captivity. The hands moved around the torso, to gather the slubber into a hug. A spooning position. A finger ended up inside the O-shaped mouth, stroking along the tongue inside. And that was all. The slubber assumed its owner fell asleep quickly, as nothing happened for a while. Just the rise and fall of the chest pressed against un-breathing chest.
It was so hard to tell time in this form. Had it been a day since they last touched the slubber? A week? 2 hours?
How long had it been since they'd crossed their over-demanding lover?
...what was their name? Who were they, again? How long... how long had it been? Those periods of emptyness when nothing touched them and they couldn't move - how long did they last?