Rubber 5 - Slubberish
#5 of Rubber
I want to add a second part to this where little bunny-boy is discovered.
With this done, I only had one other "normal" idea (suit-TF) and two other idea, both of which invovle snuff-style writting.
I told you they would get darker.
Rubber 5 - Slubberish
This was the last straw. Normally, I enjoyed our games, enjoyed being pushed further than I'd agree to, but now I saw the folly of my ways.
This was permanent. I was rubber now, through and through. My body was still under my control, but it felt cold, cold like my mistress. I still looked like a rabbit, but a rabbit inside a total body suit. With a large collar marking me as a pet. It even had a stupid tag with my name on it.
This was too much. Getting worked up about it again, I began to tremble a little, sobbing quietly. I reached my hand up to the tag, gripping it in my palm (which now had a lot less grip). I felt... disgust. This was the last straw. It was time to leave.
Without really thinking about where I'd go, I went upstairs to grab some clothes. Normally I'd be kept naked for Her enjoyment but I knew where the "modesty required" clothes were. Pulling on just some pants and a long sleeve shirt, grabbing my sneakers, I looked in the mirror - stared at the freak looking back at me. Black face, black ears, black teeth inside a black mouth. Stupid posture collar.
It had to go. -I- had to go.
I felt around to the back, finding a simple buckle. No lock. Maybe my luck was changing. I took it as a sign. This would be the start of my freedom, and it would be easier than I thought. I removed the collar, threw it on the bed I hoped never to see again, and made my way, head raised high, downstairs and out the door to freedom.
Except I didn't ge to the door. On the top stair, my mouth closed. I tried to open it, grabbing the hand rail to balance myself. It wouldn'topne. My right hand went to my lips to find out what was going on... only to find a smooth surface without blemish or seam. My mouth was gone? I tried pushing my tongue out, only to find it couldn't touch anything... or couldn't move. I paused, now halfway down the stairs. My hand felt odd. Looking down my arm, I saw the black mitten-shaped blob that was now my left hand, holding the rail. I tried not to panic, bringing it up infront of my face, staring at it in amazement and terror. Then everything went dark. I twisted my head around to see, unable to spot anything and lost my balance. After tumbling to the bottom of the stairs, I tried to stand again... but my legs wouldn't respond. I moved my arms down to them, but they just wouldn't budge. Then my shoulders arched backwards. I pushed my behind my back, trying to lever myself onto my stomach... only to have my hands touch and bind together. I could feel my hands, all over each other. Each finger touching each other finger, the feedback making the mental image I had of my body collapse.
I was trapped. I couldn't move. Heck, I could barely work out where my arms -were-. I'd fallen down the stairs... why didn't it hurt? I felt my mouth open, a small round opening just under my nose. It was strange that I coudln't breathe through it though. My nose felt blocked. I wasn't breathing.
I... I wasn't breathing.
I was cold, I wasn't breathing... I was rubber. I lay there, the words going over and over in my head, unable to do anything.
I was rubber.