Second submission to the Steel and Rubber series I am writing. While this part did not take long and I should have uploaded it ages ago, what follows after this took a LOT of thinking. I am still figuring things out, I hope you like it.
As always, feedback is welcomed.
Siggi shuddered again in the bliss that came with total surrender of mind and body.
A week after he had been found by the Doll Maker his mind was broken. Broken by the flood of endorphins that came with sexual pleasures. Broken by the endorphins of never ending pleasure in the embrace of his latex prison. Managing to open an eye and look around he could take in the pervasive shiny blackness as it reflected the light of a solitary lamp. There were no windows, the only door was covered by a latex mass that was shifting around on its own.
Looking around he noticed the grey stone work that made up the walls. It was interspaced with dark wooden beams and shifting latex columns. A simple chain in the centre of the ceiling suspended the lone lamp.
His new home, as he came to call it that shortly after he was placed in it, was a basement deep within the Rubber Doll Makers house.
"
The collar that you had found was a trap, and a test. The trap was obvious, the test you will find out about,"
she had murmured into his ear during their initial lovemaking.
Siggi was so overwhelmed with sensations at the time had barely heard her words much less understood their meaning. All he could think of was his immediate prison; his conversion of all his skin into latex and his hair into autonomous and sentient tentacles that had evolved from his hair. Tentacles that had a knack for knowing what adverse conditions Siggi faced, and what pleasures he required to be inflicted.
His skin had now shifted from a lighter shade of pink to midnight black. During his initial imprisonment he had wondered if the latex really was just an outer coating, a skin replacement... or did it go much deeper? His muscles had certainly grown to heroic proportions, his fat had appeared to disappear completely. That alone would have made him quite popular.
But the changes had not stopped there. He had slowly grown taller. Entering Skyrim he was proud of his small height of 5'6", allowing him to sneak and steal very well indeed. But after many days of imprisonment within the latex collar he had now grown to over 7 feet in height. Coupled with his chiselled physique, shiny black latex skin and tentacles and he was, in his thoughts, the stuff of nightmares.
Despite his increased strength though, being able to snap branches and small trees alike, of throwing sizeable rocks that would take several men even to drag, his prison was always stronger. It controlled him and his strength, making him never able to refuse any proposition from a female, and reduced his strength to compare with any invalid or old man when facing such a proposition.
In battle though, be it against man or beast, no such punches were pulled. His new strength had definitely saved him on several occasions.
It had taken Siggi many days to learn just how pervasive his predicament was. What had started out as a minor annoyance and small scare had slowly grown to totally dominate his life and body. And now it was dominating his mind. Siggi's universe had shrunk to the walls of the basement he was confined in, a universe where he was afloat on a small sea of roiling semi-solid latex.
It had felt like hours... hours? Ha. More like days. Weeks possibly. He was held prisoner to his own hair tentacles, wrapping snugly around him, confining and controlling him to bear the pleasures inflicted upon him by the Rubber Doll Maker.
She had taken him straight to the basement when he had arrived, his suit had melted and reformed countless times around his body. Every current of latex flowing over him had been amplified in his mind, it had kept him off balance and disorientated as the whole room seemed to tilt. It ebbed against his sanity, eroding it little by little over time.
Random tentacles formed and caressed his body, some coiling around him, others entering him deeply. He was helpless to stop them; whatever they demanded of his body they simply took.
Upon the small sea he pressed against the Doll Maker, always unerringly entering her deeply for periods of time, time that Siggi thought would never stop repeating.
Siggi didn't know it, he didn't know anything, but he was being totally fucked into submission, a fucking that not allowed him to pass out. During one of a lessening number of lucid moments, Siggi surmised the latex needed him awake to empty his mind.
And so it continued on.
Siggi closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, pausing before letting it out slowly.
The sea was becalmed with just a gentle swell of latex beneath him.
Relaxing for several minutes he luxuriated in the sensation of calmness of both the body and mind before realising just what had happened.
... I am whole.
Siggi slowly spread his arms over the surface of the latex and stretched and felt
other
arms also stretch. It took a few moment to realise it was his hair tentacles he was controlling.
... I have changed.
Turning his head to the side he looked at his hand, his own 4 fingered and thumbed hand. Slowly he clenched his fist, a rather large tentacle broke the surface, dripping in latex, it also curled up. Opening his hand again he could see the tentacle slowly straighten and slip under the surface.
Concentrating, he felt all his hair tentacles slide through the latex under him and slowly arc upwards and broke the surface straight up a little in an even circle around him.
... I am in control.
Siggi concentrated hard to hold them there as he slowly raised his hands up to brush over his face. A drop of thick latex fell from a finger and splattered on his eyes before dissipating into him. Siggi felt the latex enter through his eye, but no need to scratch or even blink. Concentrating further he could feel the latex slide through his eye, make its way through his body while mingling with more latex within him.
... I am latex.
Concentrating again his hair tentacles slipped back under the surface and receded back into his head, before being replaced with much thinner and shorter tentacles in a closer approximation to actual hair.
Inhaling deeply once more he paused before exhaling.
Siggi bent his knees and found the ground, the latex sea quickly adhering to the bottoms of his feet and formed into big platformer boots. Standing up slowly, for the first time in many days, he looked down and watched as the latex formed tentacles of its own and twined around his bare latex skin, all the way up to the tops of his thighs. There they flattened against his skin and merged into each other forming the rest of his boots. Two vertical flaps of latex hardened at the front from the tops of his feet to the tops of his legs, there they shrank back to form a series of evenly spaced circles. Lastly, two very thin strands of latex began weaving their way through the holes on each leg. Once reaching the top they shrunk some, pulling the latex tight around Siggi, then finished with a midnight black bow.
Siggi fell to his knees within the sea of latex and pushed his hands deep into the morass and waited. Moments later he lifted his hands out, watching in admiration as a thick clump of latex had adhered to each hand, before spreading slowly up his arms, coating them in his new gloves, As with his boots, the latex on his arms formed two perpendicular flaps on each arm before being woven together and tied with a bow at the top of his arms.
A slimy tentacle gathered around his ever erect penis and pulled him upright and to the side before melding into his skin to allow Siggi better, and undistracted movement. The latex formed a thickened covering around his pelvic area and extended over his behind to the tops of each thigh, diffusing his body and latex skin.
Yet more tentacles slowly slid up out of the liquid and encircled his waist, thinning themselves and wrapping around him in ever more loops before squeezing tight.
Ahh,
Siggi moaned quietly as he submitted to the latex, feeling it thread one last thin strand of latex up his spine, then tightened it.
Sitting up on his knees Siggi could make out the form of a corset covering his abs, and up to just below his pectorals. Peering closer, Siggi could just make out the pictogram of a rubber doll in the centre of it.
One final tentacle snaked its way clear of the liquid latex. It slithered sinuously around his body, up around his neck and encircled it before forming into a stiff rubber collar.
Siggi slowly stood amongst the calm liquid and closed his eyes once again.
Inhale
Exhale
Open your eyes Siggi.
A tranquillity he had never known before washed over him like a warm breeze, emptying his mind of all thoughts.
Except one.
I am ready for orders.
*****
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An assistant is found
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In the Bannered Mare, Kimy immediately regretted the punch she just threw, sending a drunk hunter crashing atop a table and splitting it in two before falling to the floor in a heap.
"Uh oh.."
She wavered in the air for a moment and took a swig of her bottle of scarlet wine then quickly ducked a flying chair, spilling a few drops of the liquid.
"Look what happened!!"
She immediately fell to her knees and burst into sobs even as a number of patrons approached her
"Kimy, that's enough out of you!"
