Diary of a Rubber Doll

Day 1

This is my life now, or so they tell me. It didn’t used to be like this…. I used to be normal, beautiful and desired. Now I am a hideous rubber… thing! I hate the mirror. It shows me the most wretched image. They say I am beautiful, perfect and sexy. I just do not see it. I want to escape, get away from here and be normal again. They say that’s impossible. They say what they did to me is permanent. How can that be though? How can I be… THIS… forever???

It started a long time ago. I no longer have any concept of time, so long time ago is the best I can do. I lived in a big city, had a job and had just ended a relationship with a very mean man. I was a bombshell, he said. That is where our relationship went wrong. He was so jealous, thought every man wanted in my pants. I only had eyes for him though, but that wasn’t good enough.

I am petite, only five foot two inches tall. My hair flowed like a waterfall to my waist. It had streaks of brown, blonde and red in it. My face was perfect, cherubish. I had emerald green eyes…Had being the keyword.

My life before was boring, dull and lacked excitement. But at least I had one. Now I am just, well, a plaything. This is not a life, it is not even an existence. If I could kill myself I would, but they thought of that and took away any chance I could have had.

Permanent, they said. Why have they done this to me? Why must it be like this? Why ME? They said I had been carefully chosen, watched for years before they acquired me. That is their word, acquired. Kidnapped is what they did. They took me right from my home, right as I had gotten out of the shower. How did they get in? How did they choose me? Who chose me?

I miss my old life…. I miss my cat, petting it hearing it purr. Sigh. If only I had locked the door… Did I lock the door?

The water flowed over my body, hot and steamy as I washed myself. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Work had been busy and demanding. The entire room was so full of steam it was like a foggy night. The candles were the only light in the room. I could not have seen the shadow hiding behind the door. The steam hid him just as surely as the fog hid the stars. But he saw me. As I stepped out of the shower gloved hands grabbed me and slipped a cloth over my mouth. It was the last thing I remembered until I woke up hours later, bound, gagged and helpless n the dark.

Where was I? How did and I get here? To my horror I realized I was still naked! I tried to cry out, to scream and only muffled noises escaped past the gag. I squirmed and felt the cool metal of the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They had been cinched tightly too. I pulled against them and tugged to no avail.

“Wake up!” A male voice commanded and a light came on.

“Mmmphhh,” I tried to cry out. Where was I? It seemed I was sitting in a chair in front of a large screen television.

It was a fairly bare room. I looked around quickly, seeking a way to escape. The door was visibly locked and there was little other furniture. Only a small desk with nothing really on it.

“Welcome, Faith, do enjoy the sound of your name now because you will not have it for much longer,” the man said as he appeared in front of me.

“Mmphhfffttt!” I tried to scream. The rag stuffed in my mouth muffled everything I tried to shout. I struggled against my bonds but realized I was handcuffed and leg shackled. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at this man before me.

What did he want with me? Why was I brought here? Would he kill me? The thoughts tumbled in my mind like a pinball machine but the prominent one was how to escape. I had to figure out how to get these cuffs off.

The man was quite handsome and terrifying at the same time. His dark eyes stared back at me, deep brown and mesmerizing. He was built strong, like he spent a lot of time in a gym. Any woman would have given her soul to be with a man this handsome.

“Faith, you were specially chosen to be a part of something so amazing,” the man smiled and walked over to a desk. “We have created the most amazing thing that will stun you.”

Suddenly the television came on and there was an image of a woman sitting in a chair just like me.

“You see Faith, men have certain desires and there are some men who like their women a certain way,” his voice was soothing. I calmed down and listened to what he was saying. If he had wanted to kill me I suppose I would have been dead already.

The image on the television switched to a sterile operating room. The woman was lying on the table, hooked to IV’s, unconscious, naked, and there were several men who looked like doctors surrounding her.

“Some men like their women to be, obedient Faith, so obedient they have no choice but to obey. Can you imagine that?” The man asked. I looked at him wondering where this was going and what he intended to do with me. “But, to get this ultimate obedience, certain shall we say, modifications, must be made.”

The image on the television changed again to show a surgery in progress. I watched as the men around the table worked on the woman. Strange tools held her mouth open and they were working inside of her mouth.

“MMMMFFFTTTT!” I screamed and shook my head. There is no way I was going to be put through whatever he wanted to show me on that television. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head.

“Faith you were specially chosen for this. I personally have watched you for over a year now,” the man spoke. “Open your eyes.”

I shook my head. All I wanted was to escape this madness. How could he get away with this? Who was that woman on the screen? What happened to her?

“Open your eyes or I will kill you right now,” the man said firmly. I believed him and slowly opened my eyes to see the horror on the screen.

“You see Faith, we transform women into obedient objects for these men with special tastes,” the man explained. “First, the vocal cords are removed, you will never speak again.”

“MMMFFFTTT!” I tried to scream. I wriggled and fought with the restraints. How could he think he could do this to me?

“Watch the screen Faith,” he commanded.

The surgery displayed the doctors removing the woman’s vocal cords.

“Also, during this surgery something special is done,” he narrated as I watched in horror and disgust. “A tube is inserted into her esophagus so that it remains open all the time. This tube is a special type of latex that will become a part of her forever.”

I watched as this was played out on the screen in front of me. How could this make her throat open all the time and what is the purpose of it? Why would they want to do that?

“Next a special revision will be made to her throat,” the man explained as I watched rubbery tubes being put into the woman’s nostrils. “The tubes will be her only way to breathe, you see she will be able to breathe and swallow at the same time. Can you see the attraction this has for certain men, Faith?”

“Mmphffttt,” I shook my head in protest. There is no way they are going to do this to me. It isn’t even legal. How could they get away with something like this? I struggled where I sat but it was fruitless. In my mind I screamed that I do not consent to any of this. Let me go. Release me now!

“A special revision in her throat makes her capable of breathing and swallowing at the same time, she will be able to deep throat a cock and breathe without any trouble,” he laughed and the image changed.

My eyes went wide as it dawned on me what he intended. He wanted me to become a man’s sex toy! I had heard that women had been kidnapped and put into the sex trade but in this day and age I really did not believe it. I shook my head as tears streamed down my face. How would I be able to escape this? The cuffs were so tight there was no hope of slipping them off and even if I could how would I get out of this room?

“Next her outer ear is removed, see how nice and smooth this will make her head?” The man continued narrating as the surgery progressed. “Special aids are implanted into her ears that will control what she hears, and play her programming.”

What did he mean by that? Programming?

I watched as the men then used a strange tool to hold open the woman’s eyelids.

“Special lens are now being permanently put into her eyes. These lens will control her vision, completely. We can make her blind, give her some light or regular vision,” the man sounded like he had done this a thousand times. Why even show this to someone?

“Do you see how they are attaching the lens? It can never be removed, not without permanently blinding the woman, but the best part is still ahead.” He sounded excited.

I squirmed in my seat trying to get as comfortable as possible. I glanced around the room and realized there is no escape at the moment. My fingers traced the cuffs around my wrists, they were locked tight with no way to squirm out of them. One way or another I would escape this place and go straight to the police. How many women had he done this to? How many women were helpless and needed rescued from this place?

The screen changed and displayed a truly gory scene. The doctors were cutting away the woman’s toes and shaving the bones on her feet.

“Her toes are removed and feet narrowed so the ballet heels will fit perfectly and she will have little to no discomfort wearing them, considering they will be on her feet permanently,” he explained as I watched in horror.

It was like someone’s worst nightmare. Was this even real or was I really in my own bed dreaming all of this. I pinched myself to see and it hurt so I must be awake. I decided not to fight, yet. To save my energy because one way or another I would escape.

Next, the doctors moved to the woman’s hands. They began cutting away her fingers.

“They remove her fingers because this way she will have no way to ever escape what we will be doing to her,” the man answered my unasked question.

In horror I watched this surgery. Her hands looked like paws when they were done. It was obvious time was passing between the surgeries I was witnessing because the woman looked like she had healed from each one. How did she not escape by now?

“Next her teeth are removed and replaced with a sturdy, but soft rubber set,” he spoke as I watched this happen on the screen. “This is to prevent her from ever biting anyone.”

The doctors on the screen made the surgery look so easy as they inserted tooth after tooth where her real teeth had once been. I still wondered why she had not been able to escape by this point. What had they done to her to keep her from it and why had no one found her and saved her from this? Oddly in this surgery her head had been shaved.

“Now, this next part is the amazing part Faith. Here we have created a type of rubber, or latex if you will, that bonds with human tissue and breathes almost like normal skin,” the man sounded excited as I watched the doctors on the screen begin removing the woman’s skin.

“MMMMFFFTTTT!” I tried again to scream but he just laughed. How could they get away with this? What kind of man would desire something like this?

The doctors on the screen worked slowly, methodically removing every piece of flesh from her body until she looked like something from a horror movie. I wanted to vomit but held it back, afraid I would choke on it because of the gag.

“Watch now, special rings are implanted in her to make all of her holes accessible at all times,” the man explained and I watched as the doctors put a ring in the woman’s mouth and it held her mouth open.

Next they put her feet high up in stirrups and it opened up her crotch, for lack of a better word. They inserted a speculum and put a ring inside of her vagina that held it open very wide. They did the same to her anus. When they were done they stitched her flesh over these rings, leaving only a small portion of them visible.

“These rings are adjustable, and we can put things inside and lock them in,” he went on as the image changed.

What things? This was disgusting how could anyone desire this? I was appalled. I would find a way to escape or I would force them to kill me because there was no way in hell he would do this to me!

“The material you see them stretching on the woman is the latex I told you about. It will bond with her flesh and turn into a skin of sorts,” he continued to narrate as if I cared.

The material was white in color and smoothed onto the woman covering the horror show of her flesh and blood. The doctors smoothed it, tucked it and made sure it was perfectly in place as I watched, unable to look away because the fear that this man intended to do this to me held me in place. The woman looked like a rubber doll, well one in progress.

“You see she has no eyelids, her tear ducts have also been removed. She will never again be able to close her eyes or even shed a tear,” the man explained as I took notice to the screen.

The image changed to the woman, no longer hooked to an IV, but still lying on a table. Men were fitting strange looking boots on her. Forcing her feet into an unnatural position, just like a ballet dancers shoes do. They laced the boots up to her knees. Next I watched as they pierced her nipples, putting large rings in them. They did the same to her septum, putting a large ring in it as well.

Was she awake? Could she see them doing this to her? Why wasn’t she able to fight them off?

The man was silent as the images on the screen revealed the true horror of what he intended to happen to me.

I watched as the men rolled the woman over and put a collar around her neck. It locked on. It was metal and had a strange device on the back that looked like a small winch. It also had a large ring on the front. The men then took the woman’s arms and twisted them up behind her back and placed a metal cuff around the wrists. In horror I watched as they welded this cuff in place. One man then pushed the woman’s elbows up until they touched each other and he held them there as the other man put a second metal cuff near the woman’s elbows and welded it into place.

The woman’s hands looked strange without any fingers. I could see now that any escape at this point was never going to happen. The woman was completely helpless, even if she could escape how could they undo the damage that had been done to her?

The men on screen worked on the woman’s wrists, attaching something to the wrist cuff and stringing it to the device at the back of the collar then screwing it tightly. I watched as the woman’s arms wrenched up behind her in what looked to be a very painful position.

The men then slipped something under the woman’s stomach. It wrapped around her and they cinched it tightly. I had never seen a corset applied in that manner before.

“The corset will be changed often, her shape will be formed to make her waist very tiny. She will never be able to live without a corset again,” the man spoke and startled me. “This woman will live as a human pig, that is the reason for the ring in her septum. Watch.”

“Mfftt,” I tried to object, not wanting this to happen to me.

The men on the screen attached a set of pig like ears to the woman’s head much above where her real ears used to be. Then they attached a snout over her nose and made sure her tubes cleared it and the ring was not in the way. The final part of her costume was the squiggle tail. They attached that at the base of her spine. Then her white latex skin turned baby pink! I was stunned, he was right it was amazing that they had this kind of technology. However, I did not want this happening to me!

“Nffffmmmm,” I cried and shook my head.

“Faith, don’t worry you are not going to be a pig, you will be a cat,” he stated matter of factly. My eyes shot open. He did intend to do this to me!

“NNNNNMMMMMM!” I screamed through the gag. I thrashed so hard I fell out of the chair and began squirming, trying to crawl across the floor to the door. The man just grabbed my arm and slung me back into the chair.

“We are not finished yet, keep watching Faith,” the man instructed. To my horror the screen changed.

The woman was waking up, she struggled against the restraints on her arms and kicked. A man took her ankles and placed cuffs around them with a short chain. The woman suddenly went still and nodded. The man helped her sit up and put her feet on the ground. Her feet looked abnormal in the ballet boots. He assisted her into a standing position. She struggled to maintain her balance while the man kept his hands on her waist.

The woman looked like a Halloween costume. She took a step and was able to keep her balance and the man let her go. The man attached a lead to the woman’s septum ring and lead her across the room to a table. He made her bend over the table and hooked her collar ring to a ring on the table, forcing her to be fully exposed. He then used short chains to hook her ankles to hoops on the floor, immobilizing her. The woman struggled but it was useless.

To my horror I could see what the rings had done to her. Both of her holes were wide open. The man then inserted what looked like a dildo into her anal canal and twisted it. The woman squirmed and struggled. She thrashed against her bonds but it was futile, the man simply ignored it. He then inserted one into her vagina and twisted it. When he took his hands away they stayed in place. I watched as she struggled to no avail. The items remained right where he put them. She thrashed her head around until he grabbed it and put a smaller dildo into her mouth and gave it a twist. It was easy to see she fought against it but it stayed put.

The man on the screen walked to a table and picked up a remote control. He pressed buttons and the women thrashed harder and shook her head from side to side. I could only imagine what was happening to her. The man calmly sat down and just watched the woman as she fought against the restraints.

It seemed to last forever watching this woman suffer at what they had done to her. After some time the woman tensed as stiff as a board and collapsed on the table. It then became clear what had happened. The man had forced the woman to orgasm against her will.

“You see Faith, this will happen to you and you will enjoy it,” the man soothed and the screen went dark.

“MMFFFTTT!” I screamed through the gag. What I wanted to say was hell no it won’t asshole, but the muffled scream was useless.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, forcing me to walk toward a door. I fought against him but the shackles prevented me from kicking him. I writhed and tried to twist and turn but his grip was like a vice. I planted my feet and refused to walk, he simply dragged me forward anyway.

“It is pointless to fight me there is no way to escape Faith, nice name that is, when this is finished you will be known as Lucy,” he smiled.

I shook my head from side to side in protest. How could he get away with this? I did not consent to this. It was kidnapping, torture and rape and who knew what else. How could he think I would ever enjoy this? He was crazy! I continued to fight as he opened the door to a surgery prep area. He pushed me through the door and I heard it lock behind us.

“MMMMMFFFFFTTTT!” I screamed as loudly as I could when I felt a hand over my mouth. The room began to spin before me and my body went limp. The last thing I remember is being laid upon the table.

When I woke up the real hell began. My so called new life as Lucy began. I hate it. I want to escape but they have made damn sure that is near impossible.

My contacts went dark as the ear piece instructed me that it was time for sleep. The voices never shut up, always telling me what I was and how to behave.

Until next time dear diary…….

Faith was a hard working woman who had no social life. It all changed in an instant though when a man broke into her house and took her away. Now this is the record of her experience as a human rubber doll told in her own words.... if she could speak that is…..