Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 11:57:16 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: skin fuck 12

His Master pulling a very tight fitting hood over his head cut his thoughts
short. His face distorted as the rubber was pulled over it. It hurt. Once
it was in place, it was not much better. It seemed to get smaller as time
went on, pushing in on skull.

The hood had eye and mouth holes. His Master was not finished with his
mouth and he wanted his slave to see what happened next.

First he heard the chains and the sound of a motor. Next he felt something
being attached to him, to his shoulders somehow. Then some more noises from
chains and the whirring of a motor and before he knew what was happening he
was lifted off the floor slightly. Only a few inches, but it might as well
have been 20 feet because the feeling of absolute loss of control was the
same. His heart was beating very fast now somewhere beneath the layers of
thick black rubber.

His Master then pushed him to his left. He travelled along what seemed to
be some sort of track until he came to a halt over some very thick wooden
railway sleepers. Next he could see his Master's thick muscles as they
struggled manfully to the sleepers to one side. In doing so his Master
revealed his slave's new home. Although his vision was obscured a little by
the tight rubber hood, he still clearly saw what was to be his new
home. The very dark home in which there was no escape. Just pain and
nightmares.

It was a pit in the concrete floor. But he could not see how deep it was
because it was filled with a filthy liquid. From the smell he could make
out that the liquid contained at least used machine oil, piss, shit and
probably some vomit.

His stomach recoiled in horror. He tried to struggle inside the tight
rubber and against the chains. But it was futile. He knew it would be but
at least he had to try, to try and escape from the possibility of spending
time in that filthy pit.

"Welcome to your new home pig. Pigs live in pigsties and here is yours."

Another thick rubber hood was then placed over his head. This time the hood
had no eyeholes, was laced up at the back to make it even tighter and
padlocked in place around the neck. As he heard the padlock lock he knew
that all hope of escape was gone. He just hung limply in his rubber coffin.

Something very unexpected happened next, a pipe was being forced up his
right nostril. It hurt. He tried to move his head. "Stay still you fucking
cunt or you'll regret it." His Master pushed the tube further and further
until it started going down the back of his throat. It scraped at the back
of his throat as it went down. What the hell was he doing? The tube never
seemed to end. It went on and on until it reached his stomach.

What he would learn in due course was that this was the means by which his
Master would feed him to keep him alive in his new hellhole. No need to get
him out of his rubber captivity at all. The means by which his Master would
administer whatever drug he wanted directly into his slave's stomach,
thereby sending him into seventh heaven or seven types of hell.

After that came the piss gag. Forcing his mouth open and his teeth apart,
into the piss gag his Master placed the end of the tube attached to the
catheter. After taping it in place, he released a valve and his slave
started to savour the first few drops of piss involuntarily obtained from
his bladder. Those drips would send him mad in due course. But there was
nothing he could do about it.

Some more whirring of motors and chains and he was then slowly lowered into
the filth. He could feel the coldness of the vile liquid working its way up
his rubbered body, as he was lowered further and further into the pit. He
jumped as the coldness hit his exposed balls and cock as it entered into
his arse via the tube secured there. Once the liquid reached to just below
his jaw the motor stopped. Then he heard the sleepers being scraped along
the concrete as they were placed back in their proper place.

Then just nothing. Nothing but silence, darkness. and pain.