he day in the rubber gulag was tough. Your rubber slave pig spent hours breaking stones, dragging chains, chafing her ass raw and sweating until the heavy rubber
clung to her like a second skin – wet, stinking, glistening with sweat and humi***
Now the sow is being led back to her cell. The guard yanks her by the chain, her bare feet dragging on the cold concrete. She's stuffed into the sauna sack—a thick,
impermeable rubber bag that immediately clings to her entire body, tight, hot, .suff*** The zipper is zipped, the air pumped out until the sack kisses her skin and every
breath becomes agony.
Then the gas mask—heavy, with a thick breathing tube that only allows controlled oxygen to pass through. The tube is connected… and suddenly the first gush of warm,
salty urine comes. It runs through the tube directly into the mask, into her mouth, down her throat—the sow swallows, gags, trembles, as the urine fills her from the inside and
the sack tightens ever more.
She's completely restrained: arms strapped to her body, legs bound together, bag sealed, mask locked. No escape. No light. Only heat, the smell of rubber, the bitter taste
of piss, and the knowledge: tomorrow at 5 a.m. it's back out again—breaking rocks until her bones scream.
Good night, my little rubber pig… Sweet dreams about your next hard day in the Gulag. You belong here. Forever.
First, on all fours, I spanked his fat, trembling ass bright red until his cheeks were burning and his asshole was twitching with shame.
Then I shoved in the fuck machine- fucked hard for 12 minutes, deep, fast, without mercy, until he was drooling, whimpering, and his ass was gaping open like a door.
But his pathetic little dick? Not a drop! Just blue balls, trembling legs, and a wailing loser who couldn't even cum.
What a pathetic, lazy asshole.
Now it's all about the fun. Huge tits, rubber through and through, and tons of piss, a piss inferno of the finest kind. The golden nectar slurped straight from the rubber cunt into the slave's mouth. What more could a naughty rubber slut want?
Got a cold? Don't worry, the rubber leader knows what to do. A strict urine scent inhalation will bring the slave's lungs back into top shape, just like his pathetic cock. Quickly, piss into the inhaler and firmly clamped to the back, let's go. Piss for the lungs, spiky blows with the paddle for the horny, fat balls, and lots of sadistic pleasures from the rubber-horny goddess who visibly enjoys the treatment. What a happy, rubber-horny pig's life this rubber pig has.
After a strenuous day, it's time to put the naughty rubber pig in the rubber cage. Beautifully fixed in latex, the gas mask is put on, and the piss bottle is screwed on. For some nice rubber-horny urine therapy in the rubber cell. The night will be hot. Very hot, and the piss therapy will turn the exhausted slave pig into a wild rubber sow again the next morning. The tail up, the mouth wide open, and a new day of drilling will begin. dream well, you dirty little sow.
Well, is your rim itching? You've come to the right place with the doctor. Now we're going to do hemorrhoid exercises for an hour or more. Stick the thermometer into your itchy asshole, but wait, that's too thin. You need something really provocative, something to destroy your rosettes. Cold, hard, and burning, I'll ram my thick rod into your stinky hole. Exclusive examination in the brown room by the senior physician herself. And while you lie there twitching and gasping in front of me, getting fucked deep until your ass glows like a burning candle at night. This is the first aid you need with a health insurance card, you statutory health insurance patient.
you lowly worm, look at yourself! What are you?
No name, no authorization, just my word?
You crawl on all fours, ass up, mouth open, waiting for the next protein shot.
You're an ass whore, you fuck the bums behind the train station because I want it that way, because my word is your command, because they too need some distraction from their dreary lives.
No pity, just the stench of your stretched and used asshole full of cum while the next customer is already coming inside you.
Like the filth you are, short, hard, and even hornier. You always need more, you worthless hard cash whore, and woe betide you if you come. You may tremble with horniness, but only because I allow you to exist. Then you go back to the streets, your dirty mouth full of cum, your ass wide open, and ask for the next one. A NO is not an option, and when you sneak home to the married whore in the evening, you're drooling and with your asshole fucked to pieces, but satisfied and content. Because you know you belong to me, and I want you as my bimbo hard cash whore for the rest of your miserable life.
Today is another extremely hot rubber day, and I haven't even shown off my wonderful new mask yet, which I've owned for a year now. Shame on me for ignoring this awesome blowjob thing,
when blowjobs are one of my pleasures. Unfortunately, my husband's cock is too sensitive for this good and very effective piece of horny equipment. Well, we'll see, maybe your cock is fit enough.
Who do we have here? Are you sitting comfortably in your cybertech chair, you little pervert?
Pulled the interface deep into your face just to see me? Your deepest wet dream? Well, let's make it come true. I'll make your cock squirt with
all my rubberized stimulation. My tongue knows exactly what you need, and my big rubberized breasts won't take your eyes off you.
Ah! Isn't cyberspace great?