Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2015 13:26:07 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 20

The filthy rubber bag was sticking to it like a skin. The bag was a bit too
small for it, making very tight all over. A stinking rubber cocoon. Even
with a tube up one of its snout holes, it could still smell the mix stink
of shit, piss, sweat, grease and cum from its previous stays in the
bag. The smell was like a drug for it, straight from its snout to its
locked cock, pushing the spikes in its cock, exciting it even more.

What a fucking sick pig.

it could not stop itself from squirming in the bag, the heat melting the
filth and greasing it all over. it wanted to feel hands rubbing all over
its head, massaging the filth into its skin, the filth filling every pores
on it, making it stink all the times, even when not in rubber. its mind was
about to explode when it felt the van stopping. its Master got out, and
nothing. it was left in the back of the van. it could hear the traffic,,
cars' horns even people walking by it going about their every day life,
walking pass the van, not aware of the sealed pig. That was not its world
anymore, it abandoned all claims to humanity when offering itself to its
Master. Maybe allowed to join it again in one or another form. it had to
stop thinking, it was not its place to make plans.

The sound of the back doors opening made it jumped. it was dragged out by
its feet, bracing itself to hit the ground but another pair of hands
grabbed its shoulders before it hit the ground. FUCK, was it pulled out in
public? it tried to squirm but it was firmly carried inside a building.  It
felt big. Like a cavern. it could hear a rumbling noise and the echoes of
their steps as they carried it across the room. it started to fill a chill
even through the rubber.  it was dumped on the floor and left on its side
resting against a wall. its mind was working on overdrive. Where was it,
who were they, what were they going to do with him? Fear and excitement
taking it for a nasty ride. it could hear them talking between
themselves. it tried to hear their voices, did it know them? All it managed
to understand was that there were two other men with its Master, and they
were obviously talking about its fate. What were they going to do it...?
"STOP THINKING CUNT!" its Master's voice nearly made it jump out of its
skin. "See you later pig."  FUCK, he was leaving it here. it tried to call
him back but all it could do was to pathetically mumble around the gag.

The sound of metal doors banging across the big space sealed it at the
strangers' mercy. Not that it expected much of it from them.

They picked it up and moved it a bit away from the wall. The bag was
unzipped, and it felt all its heat replaced by a chill. They pulled it out
the bag, one pulled the tube out of its snout making it moan. They pulled
the hood off. it blinked few times to adjust after such a long time in
total darkness. Standing over it were two men. Not just men. SKINHEADS. One
white skinhead in a black sleeveless rubber t-shirt, tight bleachers,
rangers with white laces and white braces hanging on his sides was
squirming at it with an evil grin. it shivered looking in his eyes. The
other skin, a tattooed mixed race asian skin in a black sleeveless rubber
t-shirt with yellow stripes on the sides, tight cameo skin trousers,
rangers with yellow laces, yellow braces and a chain padlocked around his
neck was glaring at it like if it was dog's shit stuck to his boots.

it looked around and it knew where it was.

A rubber shop in a railway arch. Specialised in the more extreme and filthy
side of rubber, creating everything to turn a pig into a piss or shit
recycling unit. The space was filled with all sorts of rubber clothes and
gear hanging on scaffoldings. Everything to change the arrogant suited man
it was once into a filth craving depraved rubber pig. It used to visit this
shop, even buying its first rubber t-shirt and shorts here because it
thought that was a cool gear to wear. it sort of gave it a status: look the
branded rubber I wear.  it remembered the first time it saw the rack of
dirty used jocks lined on a bar for visitors to smell and touch, the white
urinal on the wall with a rubber tube hanging waiting for a pig to be
connected to it, the restraints attached to the railing, the... "GET UP
SCUM!" it jumped and faced the white skin, looking him in the eyes. The
look it got back was enough to make it drop its head. "Good boi." You obey
and I don't want to hear your voice. You grunt once for yes, twice for
no. Your Master gave you to us till tomorrow night. Let's get you geared
up."

They marched it to an area where many rubber suits were hanging. Anything
from basic short or long ones to full rubber one piece with socks, gloves,
hood and tubes for full enclosure. The sight of all that rubber and its
smell made it moan like a sow in heat, making them laugh. Hold on piggy,
got to set you first. That said they grabbed its arms and tied its wrists
to restraints locked to a scaffolding, doing the same to its ankles,
leaving it totally spread. "Get the bag." The mixer race skin stifled a
"Yes Boss." The white skin put thin rubber gloves on, not the surgical
ones. Black latex gloves, more for fun then real protection from touching
the pig. He got a small weird shaped screwdriver and removed five tiny
screws from around the top of its chastity cage, allowing him to remove the
cap part of it. He removed a spike covered disc blocking the cap and he
screwed a tube with a metal end to the piss hole. Next he greased the tube,
pushed it in its dick still in the metal tube. it felt the rubber tube
sliding deeper and deeper inside its cock till it passed inside its
bladder. With the help of the metis skin, they screwed the cap back on the
metal cock cage leaving with a catheter down its dick. Next they screwed
the metal end of another catheter on the piss hole with a bag attached to
it. The second one had pierced a seal of some sort in the first one because
as soon as it was screwed in place, its piss just filled the bag. They just
laugh at it. "Don't worry piggy, gotta to recycle it all. Not gonna waste
anything when we got you here. From you, me, mongrel or the customers. Get
fucking ready for it. UNDERSTOOD PIG?"

"GRRFF! " it didn't even think about how to answer, it just grunted like an
animal.

When it stopped pissing, the metis skin clamped the outside catheter,
removed the bag, poured the piss out in a big feeding bottle and closed
it.The end had a short metal tube on it. The skin pushed the tube between
its lips and nothing happened. "SUCK ON IT CUNT! FUCKING IDIOT! » it
sucked on it hard and it felt the piss flooded its mouth. As soon as it
stopped sucking on the tube, the piss stopped. it was forced to suck on it
non stop to get the piss out of the bottle. When the bottle was empty the
skin just threw the bottle away. They released its ankles and wrists from
the metal bars, dragged it under a hoist, passed a chain trough the rings
on the restraints and locked it on the large hook near its head. The white
skin grabbed the control box and lifted the hook pulling its arms up tip it
was barely touching the floor with its toes. it felt like a pig at the
slaughterhouse. "GREASE IT." The metis skin had put some think industrial
rubber gloves on and grabbed a basket filled with a thick clear liquid in
it. He started to plunge his hands in it pulling them out full of the stuff
dripping back in the bucket. It looked thick and sticky: J-lube. The skin
got his hands full of it and slapped it on its legs, covering them in the
grease. it started to smell stale piss. And its sniffing sounds sent the
white skinhead laughing. "Got it piggy. Saved the piss just for you. Piss
and J-lube. « The rubbered hands greased its feet, up its legs, covering
the cock cage and its balls with the slinking lube, slapping a thick coat
on its arse, the plug pulled out and replaced by the fingers stretching its
hole. The white skinhead showed it a fucking bulbous monstrosity. A huge
bullet shape plug. As big as a fist. The plug was pushed against its hole
and the skin waited for it to open its hole for the plug, the plug was
pushed up its fuck hole making it grunt like a fucking whore. its mind was
blown by the heat it felt when its muscles had to stretch again and again
to accept the fucking thing in its arse.They just laugh at its moans and
whimpers. The plug was push restlessly through its hole till it was totally
inside it, keeping it stretch around the base.  "Get it.""  The metis skin
got a rubber suit.  "Your new skin cunt."

They opened hidden zips on the suit's shoulders and started to slide it up
its legs. The rubber was very thick and very tight. it felt the tightness
going up its legs as they made sure it was glued to it all the way up to
its groin. They worked together on pushing its locked cock through a tight
hole in the front of the suit. They greased its chest and back with the
lube, pulling the suit higher and higher. The white skin got a pole with a
very heavy base between its legs, strapping them at the ankles and thighs
before lowering its arms and removing the restraints on them. They greased
it with the stinking lube all rover its arms and up to its neck. They
pushed its arms inside the sleeves and closed the zip on them up to the
neck. The rubber covered the zips as if there was no way to remove the
suit. They locked the restraints on its wrists and in its back. The white
skinhead got something that looked like a soft cock. "Had to work on that
one a bit pig, should work just fine."  it was a tick rubber cock sheath
with a pouch for its balls. They pushed the catheter through a hole at the
end and pulled it over its cock cage, pushing its balls in the pouch bit
and then against its groin well passed the hole in the suit. Once in place,
a solid rubber cock hanged out of the suit. They showed it another couple
of sheath. "Got a couple of version for you piggy."

The rubber felt very tight all over it, it stupid cock hard as fuck in the
cage making it feel the catheter in it even more. it felt completely
encased in the tight black thick skin. it was turned into the animal it
was. A rubber gimp.

"Time to finish you up piggy."

The withe skin got a pair of players and remove the segment to open its
snout ring. He got a thick rubber hood, placed it in front of its head for
the metis skin to pull its snout ting through the small holes and pulled it
over its head. it could breathe through the snout and mouth holes but t
could not see anything. No eyes holes. they closed its snout ring leaving
the metal ring marking it as live stock hanging against it black skin. They
released it from the restraints. it felt some rubber socks fitted over its
feet and under the thick suit. They started to push its hands inside thick
rubber gloves, but when it got to the bottom of them there were no fingers
for it. They were mitts going up its elbows. its fists were put inside more
sleeves with a solid ball at the end before restraints were locked on its
wrists and arms. They dragged it to where they wanted it, forced it to lay
down on its back.  it felt being enclosed in a rubber bag with straps
tightened all over it. They pulled its solid metal and rubber cock out,
they put a wide posture collar around its neck and locked a very thick
penis gag in its mouth before securing its neck to the floor. When it
started to breath through the hollow gag it had to pull hard to get any air
in its lungs. The small holes over its snout were not better. it realised
their was a long tube attached to it gag. it felt the two slings' boots
against its sides and something came down the tube before filling its its
mouth. PISS!!!! it was connected to the urinal!!! The urinal was just
outside the changing room and on its many visits it wished there was a pig
connected to it for use. Now it was the piss tank. it had to swallow
quickly as the piss came coming down the tube and it was out of breath when
it stopped. "TIME TO OPEN FOR BUSINESS CUNT!!!!" it got a couple of kicks
before they walked away.

it was sealed in rubber, connected to a urinal in an arch under the
railway. it could hear far away the trains passing over the shop.

 it wanted its Master.

Again time had lost all meaning for it. it tried to listen for any
sounds. All it could hear was the rumbling sound each time a train passed
over the shop and some faint talk. MEN passed by it on the way to the
changing room. it was concentrating as much as it could to get ready for
their piss filling it. it got used to the feet on its sides and it could
picture a man standing over it, pulling his dick out and pissing in the
porcelain bowl not giving a second though about it. it was just a piss
tank. its bladder was getting full and it started to moan in the piss
gag. A couple of hard kicks made it stop moaning. But it was fucking
desperate to piss. Not to piss, to be emptied like any tank. it felt the
recycling piss being flushed out of it when its bladder relaxed. And it was
grateful. That was until the gag was removed and the metal tit of the
feeding bottle was pushed in its mouth. it sucked on it like if its life
depended on it. it emptied three bottles of recycled piss before the piss
gag was push back in its mouth. But that was not the same gag. The penis
shape was much bigger and longer, going deeper in its throat. The first
time piss passed through it, it was forced to swallow quicker taking big
gulps each time. Only its throat could move to swallow the bitter
liquid. it thought it was well used to piss. But it learned that some piss
is way more nastier than other. After the first few loads of piss it
started again to be excited by the state it was in. And the feel of boots
next to it turned it on even before tasting the piss. Then it started to
want out. To be released. But the men kept using the urinal, the piss kept
filling it... And there was nothing it could do to stop it.

it was a urinal for MEN.

When its bladder was full, the plug in its arse felt even fucking
bigger. its hole was stretched around the base and it was forcing to open
it even more to accommodate the solid rubber impaled in it. it tried to
lift its arse off the floor but the bag stopped it to get any relief. it
heard many times the MEN laughing at its pathetic attempts.

Over time its mind drifted again and again enclosed in the tight rubber
covering its head. it could even "see" outside the hood. The MEN walking in
the shop to find the rubber form under the urinal, stopping next to it to
have a good look at its setting, pulling their cock out and letting their
piss straight in the urinal and enjoying the gurgling sound as it flushed
the piss. it didn't know if it was dreaming or processing what was
happening to it.

"WAKE UP CUNT!"  it was startled by the shout and it opened its eyes wide
but how useless was that when still encased in the rubber hood. it felt the
tube removed from the gag and it was dragged away from the urinal. it felt
its bladder relaxed as it was drained. it expected to be fed the piss but
nothing. They removed the gag and without the rubber keeping its mouth open
its jaws it felt its muscles on fire as it closed its mouth. Already
missing the gag. The posture collar was removed and the bag opened letting
it feel the chill sending shivers up and down its body. And as it squirm
still laying on the bag it felt the lube all over it. it moved its sealed
hands up and down its chest, the solid balls stopping it to really feel
anything. it was pulled up on its knees, the restraints on its wrists and
arms unlocked, the solid mitts removed. Next it felt its snout ring being
opened, then the hood came off, blinding it totally. it opened its eyes
slowly. Both skins standing i front of it, holding their cocks. The moment
its eyes were fully opened they showered it in their piss, hitting its
face, avoiding its fully opened mouth on purpose. They were soaking its new
rubber to get rid of the smell of new rubber. The white skin closed its
snout ring and it was left on its knees, arms hanging at its side, dripping
with piss.

it sort of understood that they were closing for the day, and it could not
help shivering at the thoughts of what they would do to it now. Flashes of
it sealed in rubber, tied up, caged, stored in many ways passed through its
mind. But it was not ready for what happened next.

The white skin stood in front of it holding a biker suit. A dirty well used
red, bue and white mass of heather looking leather. He threw the suit at
it. "Put it on!" it grabbed the leather, sat on the floor and started to
pull it over its legs. its rubber skin didn't stop it from feeling the
wetness inside the suit. And when it put its arms inside and pulled it over
its shoulder, the smell of stale piss filled its snout. Next they gave it
some filthy yellow football socks and a pair of destroyed biker boots to
put on. They pulled it up on its feet. The white skin pulled the zip closed
up its neck and used a key to lock the zip in place, then doing the same on
its wrists. A fucking lockable biker suit. it was not surprised when some
locks were put on the boots too. Their twisted mind had no limits as they
put biking gloves over its hands still in the rubber mitts, locking them in
place. it looked like an ape with the gloves hanging low. They got they
bomber jacket and bags. The withe skin stood in front of it holding a very
dirty football sock that used to be white. He stuffed its mouth with it,
pushing it all behind its teeth and forcing it mouth shut. "Let's go."

it followed them outside.


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