slavescotty: The Doll House, Part 6 - by croft Part 6 “A peaceful sleep” *Rubber is love
slavescotty: The Doll House, Part 6 - by croft Part 6 “A peaceful sleep” *Rubber is love. Dolls live to serve. Sleep in rubber. Live as dolls. Rubber is lo-* The droning mechanical voice was starting to become unbearable. Unbearable now becoming the standard definition for everything of this mad house. She’s been trapped immobile for 20 minutes now, and for the last 20 minutes that same mantra was being repeated as an almost imperceptible whisper in both her ears. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t see, and she could barely breath, but what she could do was hear, and the machines intended to make her hear only what they wanted. The idea was obvious to her, it would be obvious to anyone, but that wouldn’t make it any less effective. After only a week of being made to sleep to this lullaby it would take it’s toll, and she would be that much closer to being their doll. Luckily, she wouldn’t be here a week. She’d been brought here through winding corridors. She was the first to be picked up and unbound from the punishment station. Upon leaving the drinking punishment chamber she was escorted by the first other rubber drones she’d ever seen besides herself and her male companion. Two had kept their hands locked on her the whole trek, one a muscled titan statue of rubbery black, and the other a towering amazon. Both were faceless fetish dolls that looked just like her. She was pulled through halls that looked opulent in rich furnishings to a transition of cold grey. Finally a sturdy black door was opened after an air pressured lock released, and the vast ‘sleeping chamber’ was revealed. Row after row of glossy black beds rose 2 feet off the floor, and already some of her fellow dolls were ‘in bed’. They looked vacuum packed in place like butcher meat at market, but with the stretch plastic replaced by ream after ream of thick rubber sheeting. The onyx outlines of squirming human bodies could be made out in the rubber beds, and large mechanical monitors were moving up and down the rows on tracks shining bright orange lights down on certain ‘beds’. When a monitor bring it’s bright eye down that bed’s occupant would immediately stretch their confines to the limit, clearly a muffled howl bellowing from under the sheet, the rubber creaking and squeaking under the pressure of the prisoner’s convulsions. Whether they were from pleasure or pain or both, she didn’t know. She was lead still by the muscle man and amazon doll over to a bed and forced to lay down. Both began to pull a thick sheet of shined rubber across her body like a blanket. A whole litany of thoughts crossed her mind as the rubber sheet was drawn over her form. Her body was still tightly constricted by her corset and her stomach ached from the excess of myriad liquids she’d been forced to drink. She’d spent a whole day (or longer? She didn’t know) in that all enclosing rubber suit and she was starting to desperately need a breath of freedom. When was the last time she’d been to the bathroom? She didn’t want to have an accident while she was vacuum packed away for the night…then again with the suit and it’s built in invaders, could she even? Could she maneuver her broken shard of of palmed glass into position while she was sealed away? Just as the rubber sheet was about to enclose her in absolute darkness, she caught the rubber amazon staring down at her. Not at her…her hand! The amazon noticed the puncture of the finger of her suit she’d accidentally made, and undoubtedly the shard of glass she was desperate to keep hidden. The amazon turned it’s faceless gaze down on her, and despite both of them wearing obscuring full masks, a knowing transition of information was relayed. The amazon knew this might be this new girl’s only chance. The rubber sheet was completely drawn down, and suddenly everything turned black. That’s when it began. A breathing tube was forced through the rubber sheet and connected with her mask, and a quiet hissing noise announced the immediately compression of her rubber prison. “Rubber is love. Dolls live to serve. Sleep in rubber. Live as dolls. Rubber is lo-” The droning began, first nearly impossible to hear, but hear it she did. It was so quiet she sometimes couldn’t hear it over the muffled groans of her fellow dolls, still audible through her own rubber sheet, but she did hear it. She just had to wait it out, she just had to wait until she had some time alone, when there wasn’t the obvious hum of a monitor overhead in the sleep room, and she could cut herself free. “Rubber is love.” She just had to wait and- It hit her like a freight train powered by nuclear fission. A monitor stopped overtop her vacbed and shined it’s orange light down on her. Suddenly her body exploded with sensations. “Dolls live to serve.” If she could speak through her filling gag, it would be a mix between profane protest and begging God for more and more and more. Instead it came out more as “MMMMOOOOPHHHH!” Her body convulsed, and she heard the rubber stretch and creak and hold her immobile. She needed to touch herself, she needed to be touched, she needed anything, any contact, and she needed it immediately. She would not be getting any of that, only more orange light activating every last pleasure node and mechanism in her devious doll suit. “Sleep in rubber. Live as dolls. Ru-” She couldn’t hear the machine mantra through her own howling and fog of lust, but it was still there. Her body was ramping up to the most intense orgasm a being could possibly experience, and in just seconds she would be over the edge. And it was gone. “NNNUUUUUUUUU!” Through thick rubber sheeting, a stifling full rubber hood and a mouth filling gag her cry was loudly audible. Every last one of the other drones in the room knew that specific cry intimately, from those who’d been dollhouse prisoners for years to those who had only joined a week before. It was the cry of frustration born from the first full day of doll training, being put through the slave training regimen and being teased all day long, and still not being rewarded. That was 20 minutes ago, at the start of her night. She’d been teased two more times since then, and though sleep nearly took her in that time, she was determined to not mess this up. Through the whisper of rubber mantra she listened intently for the robot monitor to move away from her bed. She just needed a minute, maybe two to cut herself fre- “AAAAAAAH.” For the fourth time since she’d been put to bed, her body was assaulted by every last pleasure node in her suit activating and driving her wild. A monitor had been concentrating its orange light on the new doll bed, because it’s mechanical algorithm told it that any doll that wasn’t a squirming doll must be made to squirm. They can sleep, the machines didn’t care if they slept, but they must sleep sensually. That meant squirming all night long under a sheet of vacuum packed rubber. Her will was starting to break down. Just maybe, just a bit. Ride it out, she thought. Maybe if she just lets it happen. Let the rubber do it’s thing. The rubber loved her. Being a doll was good. Let it consume her, let it command her, just as long as she finally gets to cum. If she could just writhe just a bit longer, maybe it would let her orgasm. Dolls do what they’re told. Dolls get to cum. Just a bit. Maybe if she just let it… Her mind justified it, if she just obeyed until it let her cum, she could resist all the rest of the time. The pleasure was too much, but never enough to bring her right…over…the- It was gone again. The orange light moved away, and she continued to writhe against her prison under the rubber. Now. She had to get out now. The monitor moved away finally. Now is the time, and working with her clenched hand under the vacuum pressure and completely blind, she maneuvered the shard and began to saw. The rubber was thick, thicker than it should be, but eventually she felt it poke through. Freedom was almost hers…she just had to work the tiny shard…but…if she stayed maybe it would let her cum? Then she could escape after. If she was good, maybe- NO. Her shaking rubber coated hand worked to saw the sheet away, and the air pressure released with the expansion of the hole. This would be her only chance to escape. www.furaffinity.net/view/23717… -- source link