Hope Floats

"The suit has an inbuilt tube and bag for your necessities," Alison explained as they loaded hope onto a trolley, "a member of staff will be along to make sure it's changed at night and see that you get fed as well. Plus there are the usual devices for stimulation built into the thing for your use. No reason you can't have some fun while you're out there as well!"

As the trolley was wheeled away, Hope wanted very much to ask just what she meant by being changed and fed.

To her it sounded worryingly as though this was a twenty four hour affair.

Hope's arrival at the pool was greeted with a great deal of interest as the guests crowded round to see what new distraction was being wheeled out for their attention. The sight of her shiny skin and the way she bounced gently up and down with the motion of the trolley sparked a round of comments about the possibilities she represented.

She managed to catch snippets of what was said, hearing one man wonder out loud if he could entice her to perform with a few fish. Another male voice commented that he would have liked to feed her something else rather than a few limp sardines.

Hope realised that unlike her time as a table, this was going to be time spent out in the open and very much subject to the whims of whoever happened to be at poolside and interested in playing with the toys. More than anything the prospect of being left at the mercy of strangers and having no idea what to expect scared her and she closed her eyes to hide her fear.

Lifted off the trolley and placed into the water, Hope found herself floating free on the surface and calmed a little by the experience despite her trepidation. She dared to open her eyes and was rewarded with the sight of two young women looking back at her as they trod water a few feet away.

Unable to read the fear in her eyes, the women wasted no time in seizing hold of the new toy and making her the focus of their energetic play. One woman clambered onto Hope's back, causing her to dip down into the water. The weight and the sensation of her body climbing over the air-filled rubber reached Hope in the centre of the costume and pressed down on her yet more. The feeling was unlike any kind of touch from another human being, it seemed to encompass all of her body at the same time and wrap her in a sense of awareness whenever the woman moved an inch. While her companion rode Hope above the water, the second woman dived under and clung to the latex belly beneath. She explored the contours hidden by the latex skin, hands squeezing and massaging as she went until she could hold her breath no longer and returned to the surface.

Hope found that for the most part the guests were a mixture of those that were content to play with her gently and those that tended towards the rough, but none were prepared to do anything that truly abused her. She accepted hands that groped and legs that squeezed as part of the job and soon a portion of her mind had floated away as it had when she had become a table.

The laughter and comments that accompanied the antics of the guest who first managed to turn on the vibrator in the costume simply washed over Hope as she became more and more immersed in her role as a toy. Before long she found herself greeting the stimulation of the device by clapping her front flippers together as if in gratitude, an action that endeared her to the guests at poolside every time she performed it.

Her lack of restraint was helped by the fact that it soon became an accepted part of the deal that before the seal performed; she was offered a straw through which to sample the guest's drink. Before too long Hope was so inebriated and disoriented by the motion of the water and the hands of the guests that she simply went with the experience regardless of what was asked of her.

Long after dark, when the last of the guests had deserted the poolside, Hope felt herself pulled to the edge of the pool by an unseen hand and lifted out of the water. She was placed back on the trolley and wheeled perhaps twenty feet to a secluded spot behind the bars that serviced the pool area. The small space was filled with piles of floats, inflatables and stacked loungers, clearly a mixture of storage area and dumping ground.

Hope felt herself being lifted off the trolley and tossed on top of a pile of other inflatable toys, the impact as she landed making her take a sharp breath of surprise.

At the sound of her breath, the footsteps that had been retreating from the storage area stopped and paused before starting to return. The maintenance worker was quite aware of the fact that one of the pool toys he was removing was very much alive and the sound of Hope's breathing had reminded him of his duties towards her.

The noise had also reminded him of his reason for stashing her in the storage area out of sight.

The man's face was obscured by a baseball cap as he busied himself rummaging around inside the costume in order to remove the bag holding her waste and fit a fresh one. Deprived of the sight of his face and still under the influence, Hope simply accepted the indignity in silence until he was done.

When his hands returned, Hope assumed it was to continue his attentions to her bodily needs and she was taken by surprise when instead he began to grope her inflated form in the same manner as the guests had throughout the day. The man's breathing had quickened as the chance that he had been waiting for throughout the day had finally arrived. After watching Hope's inflated body from a distance, now he was free to indulge himself alone and uninterrupted.

He moved to stand in front of her masked face and hastily unzipped his flies, checking again that he was alone as he smoothed a condom over his erect member. Satisfied there was no one to disturb them, the man plunged his penis into the rubber snout of the mask and from there into Hope's mouth.

In any other circumstances, Hope would have fought like a banshee and more than likely bitten his member as hard as she could. But she had come to accept her role as a rubber toy and in that state of mind, what was one more humiliation on top of the others?

Hope swallowed as much of his penis as she was able and lazily massaged its length with her tongue, her lips putting as much pressure as they were able into the act at the same time. She was too far beyond tired and still too drunk to make any more effort, but the owner of the member in her mouth did not seem to notice. For his own part he was so consumed by his need to commit the act and at the same time so fearful of being caught that the quality of her technique was the last thing on his mind.

The entirety of the blow job might have lasted for minutes or been a matter of mere seconds from Hope's point of view before she felt him stiffen and ejaculate into the condom. He wasted no time once he was spent in removing his member from her mouth and hastily stuffing it back into his trousers.

As he looked down to avoid snagging his privates on the zipper of his flies, Hope caught a glimpse of his face, illuminated in part by the dimmed lights at the side of the pool. Her mind had cleared a little by now and she was becoming aware of the fact that this could have been an experience to make her enraged beyond reason. But the face she saw was not that of a gloating monster, instead the thin, clean-shaven features were those of a man perhaps no older than she was herself.

His expression seemed so filled with guilt and self-loathing that Hope found that she pitied rather than hated him. Perhaps it was the odd nature of the experiences that she had gone through in the past few days, but there was actually a feeling of battered esteem attached to the idea that this man had been so desperate to get his hands on her and the lengths he had gone to in order to make it happen.

He was far from unattractive and under any other circumstances Hope realised that she would have been more than happy to be the subject of his attentions. It felt strange and a little sad that they had been placed in their respective situations and not in another where far more might have been possible.

But before she could ponder the thought further he disappeared from sight and she was left alone.

Hope was about to allow herself to fall into a confused and mixed up sleep, when she remembered that in his eagerness to flee the scene of the crime, the maintenance man had quite forgotten to feed her.

Soon the only sound that she could hear was the groaning of her own stomach.

Hope's second full day as an inflatable pool toy began much as the first had, save for the fact that she was ravenously hungry when she awoke and only became more so as time went on. She endured the same kind of playful teasing and actually enjoyable attention from guests as the day went by and was granted a small mercy in the shape of the occasional morsel of food offered to her by those who were inclined to do so.

The biggest problem was that more often than not the titbits that were fed to her were the pieces of fruit that seemed to be a staple of the exotic cocktails served by the poolside bar. Inevitably these were soaked in the alcohol they had been served with and soon Hope's stomach was roiling with the combined effects of lack of proper food and once again becoming intoxicated.

As people squeezed her with their limbs and jumped onto her broad back, Hope prayed again and again that she could keep what little was in her stomach down.

She was exhausted by the attentions of the guests, but a large part of her dreaded the idea of being left to her own devices as the infamous puking pool toy.

The first real trial of the day came when she realised that the latest in a long string of guests to sit astride her back was actually trying to make conversation with her.

"You know," Hope had glimpsed her before she was mounted and so could put a handsome rather than pretty face to the voice and guess that the raven-haired woman was approaching fifty, but looking good with it, "I should have come sooner and seen what was floating around down here, but there's so much to do at these things and so little time."

Hope was sure the woman was aware of the fact she could not reply.

"My name's Angelina," the way she spread herself out on top of Hope made the younger woman feel as though she wanted to sink into the inflated latex and rubber herself. "It's important that you remember my name, as I want us to be very good friends."

There was something about the comment that set off an alarm bell in Hope's mind. She had been subject to the whims and wants of so many people in the past two days that most new encounters seemed to merge into one.

But so far no one had made overtures like that towards her and it was the bizarre notion of an offer of friendship in this context that disturbed her. It was at once so at odds with the way in which the relationship with most of the guests had gone so far; Hope had come to accept their impersonal approach to her in tandem with their need to play with her as an object. Somehow the way in which this woman was trying to befriend her was infinitely more worrying than the idea of a stream of people simply making use of her and leaving it at that.

The intimacy that Angelina seemed to crave from her made Hope uncertain as to just where the woman was intent upon going.

Whatever it was, Hope was sure she would not like it when she got there.

At first it seemed that she might have been mistaken as Angelina was content to keep pressing herself against Hope's back in much the same way as other guests had before her. But soon her movements began to become more and more intense as she gripped the sides of Hope's latex body with her thighs. Before long she was riding on the unfortunate pool toy as if there was a bucking stallion beneath her and vocalising her pleasure as loud whoops that filled the air around poolside.

Every head within earshot turned at once to seek the source of the hubbub and soon a crowd had gathered to watch as Angelina shamelessly ground her pelvis into Hope again and again.

Forced to simply endure the experience, Hope wondered if the sudden attention of so many people would serve to dampen the mad woman's passion.

But she was wrong and Angelina continued to become louder and louder no matter how large the crowd grew.

After what felt like a lifetime of humiliating treatment, Angelina finally gripped her harder than ever and then slipped off her back and into the water, but not before she had let out a shockingly loud cry with her climax.

Hope felt a number of hands grab hold of her and lift her out of the water. They placed her on the edge of the pool and she realised that a number of the onlookers had felt for her enough to remove her from Angelina's immediate vicinity at least for the moment.

For her own part she was exhausted from the experience and burning with embarrassment at being made a part of the older woman's showing herself up in public. Picking up bruises was almost impossible within so much rubber and cushioned as she was by air, but most of her body had been left sore by the pounding received in the water.

Hope tried to make the most of the respite she had been given and was grateful that most of the guests at the pool seemed to agree she deserved it by leaving her alone.

"That was exquisite," suddenly there was a weight pressing down on Hope and her heart sunk as she recognised the voice that belonged to its source, "you're such a find that I simply have to have you all to myself, or else I might die of the disappointment!"

Laughter filled the air again as Angelina pounced on Hope's helpless form for a second time, rubbing herself against the latex skin once more. Her victim had no way of knowing that most of the amusement was derived from the older woman making a complete fool of herself before the crowd. It was just more humiliation and abuse that worsened as she tried to feebly drag her body away across the ground with her tormentor firmly attached to her back.

The ordeal came to an end when fellow guests dragged Angelina off the unfortunate pool toy and took her away to calm down.

But no one thought to comfort or soothe Hope as she lay there at the side of the pool.

And after all, why would they?

She was just a pool toy.

Hope went unnoticed for the short remainder of the day, most of the guests by the pool choosing to leave well alone the toy that had been the subject of such wild attentions. She tried to be philosophical about the whole experience, telling herself that there was nothing personal in the trials she had been forced to endure. These were just people behaving as was natural in an environment that cast off the strictures of modern society and allowed them to go wild for a short time.

But while that was all well and good, it did nothing to help her with the aching of her sore thighs and the feeling of being pounded into submission by mad women under the influence of one too many cocktails.

As the evening drew on she tried to keep her spirits up with the thought that this was her last day in the seal costume and the rest of the holiday was her own.

All she had to do now was make it through the night.

Perhaps the maintenance man would be back for more before morning.

Perhaps she could get more out of him this time than a panicked cock shoved in her mouth.

When she felt a pair of hands gripping her by the flippers that contained her feet, Hope assumed that it was the same man who delivered empty waste bags and oral sex.

She was soon proven wrong.

"Lucky that I found you out here on your own," Angelina's voice was instantly familiar and filled Hope with a sense of dread, "don't worry, we'll soon have you back to my room!"

The strength of the woman amazed Hope as she was dragged with no serious effort from the poolside and all the way to one of the main blocks of the hotel. Angelina had clearly thought her route out well as they encountered no other guests or staff members as they entered the block through a side door and up two flights of stairs.

Hope heard a door open and close, and then moments later she felt her rear end hit the floor.

"Finally," Angelina sounded triumphant, "alone at last!"

To the end of her days, Hope would remember the things she went through that night at the hands of the older woman. There seemed no limits to her mad appetites and erotic energy and Hope was the centre of them all for hours on end. She was squeezed, groped, squashed, nuzzled, prodded, ridden, rolled, bounced upon, fiddled with and eaten off until Angelina finally burned herself out and collapsed on top of her, falling into a deep sleep from which there was nothing Hope could do to rouse her.

Hope woke with daylight streaming through the window of the hotel room and assumed that she must have simply passed out where she lay some time after her tormentor.

There was at first no sign of Angelina until the sound of running water gave her away in the bathroom.

Hope had mercifully been left on her belly and she managed to inch her way over to the door where she was forced to wait until Angelina finished her shower and deigned to pay her attention.

"Oh," Angelina seemed genuinely surprised at the sight of her, "are you still here?" She stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped herself in a dressing gown. "I really thought that someone would have been along to collect you by now. Well, I suppose you want to be getting along now?"

She opened the door to the corridor and motioned for Hope to leave.

"Off you go," there was no hint of the mad passion that had infected her the previous day, "we all had our fun and now it's time for you to go back to the pool where you belong."

Hope had no choice but to do as she was told and she crawled out into the corridor at an achingly slow pace. She was somewhat stunned by the total change in Angelina's attitude, and while it was some relief to be free of the woman's deranged affections there was also the small matter of being stuck in her costume and so far from the pool.

Any choice she had in the matter was resolved when the door to Angelina's room slammed closed behind her once her flippers had made it into the corridor.

Hope made as best she could for the building where she knew Alison and her assistants would be located. There was no way she was going back to the pool when she was sure her time in the costume was up. The distance might have been further, but the prospect of being free after so long was too much to bear.

That journey was the slowest of her life as she inched her way along the corridor and down the stairs. Guests that she passed reacted as was natural to the sight of a rubber seal passing by, laughing and patting her on the head as if she was an adorable domestic animal. At one point she was forced to cross the busy lobby and attracted a small band of followers who pinched the nose of her mask and lifted her flippers, trying to make her clap them for their amusement.

Hope almost died when Lennox emerged from his office to see what all the fuss was about, the look of confusion on his face was almost worse than the attentions of the other guests.

Finally she reached the doors of Alison's domain as the last of the guests realised that the show was over and wandered off in search of another distraction.

At last, she thought as she crawled inside, some me time.

By the time she made it to the door of her room, Hope was weary in both body and mind. The trials of the past forty eight hours combined with the lack of food and sheer amount of alcohol had left her unsure as to whether or not now she had the time to spend indulging herself, she was actually up to the task.

When she opened the door she was surprised to be greeted with the sight of a man in hotel uniform already inside.