Simple tasks she had once carried out unthinkingly were now suddenly beyond her. The handle to her cell door was the current case in point. She spent several minutes trying in vain to gain some sort of purchase between her two fists, but then the door opened from outside. The two women silently considered one another for a moment. Samantha stood naked but for the prosthetic pig snout that had been glued to her face. In one respect, it was a work of art. The visual impact of the appendage was drastic. Ordinarily, Samantha was an attractive girl, if somewhat plump. Big blue eyes, broad smile, waves of shoulder length blonde hair and button nose.
The addition of the fat oval rape, with its prominent nostrils, completely altered her appearance in a way that dramatically detracted from her cute look. Looking at the nose, Christine had flashbacks to the evening. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were trails of dried tears running down her cheeks. Christine guessed the blonde had spent much of last night weeping, probably prodding and tugging the nose, only to diaper the surgical spirit glue made it a permanent addition to her face. Christine for her part story almost as pathetic as Samantha looked.
Careful experimentation with her mittens overnight had realised her worst fears. There was no way to remove them, and she had lost all but the most rudimentary use of her hands. Samantha ushered Christine back into her room. Christine stood still as Samantha unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. Little was said between the two as Samantha helped Christine prepare for the day. For the silence, Christine was grateful.
She felt entirely helpless and increasingly frustrated as Samantha helped her dress. She was lying on her bed, with her hips in the air as Samantha pulled a fresh diaper under her. But imagine if you had to rely on School or Rubber for this. And I might not be here forever. Thank you for helping me. She helped as much as she could in the circumstances. This consisted of standing still with her arms in the air. It had a scalloped neckline and short sleeves.
In light-pink thread, a pair of ballet shoes had been embroidered on the chest, the motif was accompanied by a taffeta tutu that jutted out about her hips. Dangling from a ribbon attached to one shoulder was an adult sized pacifier.
Soft pink satin ballet slippers with delicate bows on their toes adorned her feet. She seemed pensive. I needed you last night. I sat in my room, with this thing, and I just cried.
Just a few minutes here and there. I can get out of that fucking white outfit.
But this thing on my nose. And I dread what it means. Whether you were sleeping. Whether you were awake. Trying not to think about weeing myself. Samantha smiled slightly back. Christine extended her arms and the two of them hugged.
It was the most sensuous feeling. In her arms was the only thing that she felt was keeping her sane. But everything felt just a little bit better. They exchanged a modest but heart-felt kiss. Well, avoidable trouble The morning routine was now well established for Christine.
Bathroom, dress, eat, get in line for inspection. She had a quick chat with School over the breakfast table.
Christine thought her claim bogus, and that School was just bragging. While Christine felt empathy for all her fellow captives, she liked School the least. But on the other hand, she was happy to hear that Rubber had come through largely unscathed. Another added mitten-related diaper had also revealed itself over breakfast.
No fingers meant no cutlery, but Mister White had obviously thought of this. Sitting on the table awaiting her arrival had been three full baby bottles and a note. Drink up little one! There was no need to add any threat. She dreaded the thought of more sodomy. Her anus was, by now, a constant source of aching pain. It was the humiliation of being forced into such a filthy and degrading act. Most of all, she hated the feeling of his sperm seeping out of her afterwards.
Midway through her story bottle, Rubber appeared, or at least Christine guessed it was Rubber. Christine performed a rape take as she watched the mannequin like object walk slightly stiffly across the room. It had been replaced by something entirely different. She remained cocooned in rubber, but now she resembled a cheap sex doll. A single flesh-coloured piece covered her from head to toe.
A cheap brown wig sat atop her head. Small pin prick holes existed for Rubber to see out of and to allow her to breath through her nose.
Her wide open mouth however, was filled with a rubber sheath. Similarly, her anus appeared to be filled with a hot-pink coloured sheath accompanied by two small valves. Her vaginal mound however was completely smooth, it reminded Christine of a barbie doll.
Her breasts were ridiculous: clearly inflated, they stuck out from her chest like a comic representation of mammary glands. She wore gaudy plastic stripper heels on her feet, with six inch heels and a three inch clear-Perspex platform. Rubber nodded. School closed her eyes and shook her head. It was White who carried out the morning inspection.
He stopped in front of School, looking her up and down. Dressed in a tartan dress over a white blouse, her hemline failed to entirely cover her regulation blue bloomers.