One year undercover as an estates rubber pet. A throw away identity, right place right time, taken,
One year undercover as an estates rubber pet. A throw away identity, right place right time, taken, inspected then stuffed into the skin tight rubber. Everything plugged and filled. A warm wash and the rubber shrinks even tighter. Every wrinkle and crease is laminated in the rubber coating. Plugs pushed even deeper, jaw clench tighter, hearing muffled and vision smoky. Not enough though, I could still see and hear, names, numbers schemes and plots all recorded. Exhausted and blurry from use but it all worth it. My contact should be here soon, ready to buy me and remove the suit. The bunny is waiting for her contact. The contact have been intercepted and are now being processed. Outside, the bunny is shuffling around with just one more day left. One of many bodyguards gets an order from his ear piece. He looks around and sees the small blue bunny, he goes over to it and kneels over reaching for the base of her skull. There is a button there. a reset button. With one absent minded press the bunny timer is reset for another 365 days. The next day, servants and operators are moving around the estate, pets are ignored and moved to the side. In the foyer there is a blue bunny in the corner next to the stairs, Straining and arching, almost hopping like she is trying to get out of the suit. One servant notices the wiggling thing and sees that the remotes are set to a low speed and thrust. Servant takes pity and turns up the remotes. Give the bunny a pet on the head and moves on. The bunny is now moaning and arching, head shaking now and again until it just sits there arching and curling its back with low moans and shutters. -- source link