<strong>The Rubber Room - Richard's Training SUbject</strong><br/><br/>It was intensely painful as she felt herself pulled up by the throat of the snake. She could feel the animal's pain, even though it had a mind of it's own it was also attached to her, in a sense she could relate with it to such a close degree that the snakes were her and she was the snakes. But the girl couldn't possibly learn to control something of such advanced requirements in such short time.<br/><br/>"I'm.... nobodies.... slave..." she hissed as she fell back to the ground.<br/><br/>Soon she felt her arms shrink, the flesh shriveling and pushing back as if it was shrinking into her. She found herself lacking arms. As the mask expanded it clasped her lips to prevent her from saying anything further. The padded floor at least felt soft as she turned on her back. The short sleeves of her shirt had fallen limp on her armless torso, though the word 'GOSSIP" still was written in gold across her chest and she was still wearing her bra. The snake transformation had destroyed her jeans as her tail escaped through the flayed fabric. A pair of sneakers lay at the end of her tail, her feet having slid out of them and merged into the end of her tail. The girl laid on her back, her labia pushing out of her scales and the bulge of her swollen clitoris peaking out the top of her opening. All she could do is writhe about and stare at Richard as tried to gain control of her movements and learn the use of her tail. Her exposed sex throbbed, the movement of her body causing her to heat up and arch her back in spasm before she could get herself together.