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Story: Of Humane Bondage Part 3: “The Latex Maiden…Rubber the right way”
🕑 Added 2018-02-13 04:58:22 +0000 UTC -My god, I am meeting you tonight, in 3 hours my dreams will come true, or I will be horribly disappointed. Perhaps I acted before thinking, I mean what really did I know about you? Although I cannot back out now, if I do I will never be able to show my face on IRC again. As you are an Op, and that probably means you know everyone else in that room….my reputation will be finished--This gate looks like it hasn’t been accessed in years, and what is with that courtyard, looks like Terra after the war. Perhaps if I see some Latex curtains, I’ll make a new outfit, “As god is my witness, I’ll never go unrubbered again!” hehe……shit, no time to joke now, might as well go in-
-Ten minutes for all of this? This list of instructions is designed to make me fail-
-There, thank God I keep myself smooth, so the only thing I had to rid myself of was the eyebrows, and the head stubble. You are not going to win just yet, that leaves me about 4 minutes to put on that suit…ha, plenty of time-
-What?!? There is no lube in these sleeves, and I cannot wipe any off the other parts of the suit. Very clever, I have underestimated you-
-I know I am in deep….perhaps too deep, but even though I cannot see your darkened figure before me, I want to give myself to you, It is not my choice anymore. Whatever you are feeding to me through this mask is my pathway to complete submission, slowly stripping away my doubts and fears…..”Thank You Sir”-
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Slowly, I became aware of my own breathing echoing through my head. Every rubber tainted breath shooting holes in the belief that this was all a dream. Once again the slow squeak of the casters invades my senses, this time echoing all around, and underneath me. The shock brings me back to reality, I am on the move. I force myself to open my eyes, clearing out the remaining haze that took me over for who knows how long.
I am lying on my back, watching the ceiling of a concrete tunnel slowly roll by; bare light bulbs that are heavily browned with age make reflections off the tale signs of water dripping down the walls. I attempt to lift my head to fully realize the predicament that I have gotten myself into, just to find myself stopped by some sort of stiff object that has been placed around my neck. This causes me to examine my immediate surroundings, No longer am I in that suit with the Smokey lenses, what has been stretched over my head is some sort of gas mask held tight by a rubber hood. The lenses are of decent size, but still they block out anything but a peripheral view. I could not see the lower portion of my face through the nose cup, but I could feel the tubes that had been slid up my nostrils, and some sort of form fitting object, that molded itself around my teeth, was jammed in my mouth.
I attempted to reach up to remove the hood, to find out that I could not move. Horrified by this notion, I strained against the rigid object holding my neck. I could not believe what I saw, Light tan leather spider straps crisscrossed my naked body, anchoring me to a gurney at 6 inch intervals from my ankles to my neck. At the neck line they changed direction securing my shoulders down to the mattress. A bit of squirming revealed why I could not even move underneath this contraption. Set on each strap was a cuff, encircling the body part that was underneath it, I was effectively immobilized. My previous thought of waiting for an opportunity to present itself to escape this situation was quickly turning more and more futile.
The ceiling of the tunnel started receding upwards; turning into a Gothic dome of impassive arches and stone work. I felt the gurney lurch to a sudden halt, as unseen hands locked down the wheels, and shook it to make sure it wouldn’t roll. The sound of receding footsteps let me know that they were sure enough of their bondage that they knew I wasn’t going anywhere soon. Resigned to having to wait, I decided to examine my surroundings the best I could.
The water damage in this room must be more severe than in the hallway, as the reflections of the light bouncing off of rippled water danced along the ceiling, mingling with the carvings of children, and nightmarish animals that seemed to dominate the every reaches of the dome. From the apex, multiple chains hung down covered in a green caking of age, and disuse. The fact that I could not do any more than stare at this ceiling made me feel even more frustrated, and helpless. This had the after effect of making me extremely Horney, which was soon revealed by the slow stirring in my crotch. It only took about 15 seconds for me to discover another feature of this leather restraint, as sharp pins slowly pressed into my cock the more it grew. I started squirming, attempting to either halt the assent of my growing member, or to get it in a better position so it wasn’t slowly being impaled. The Mixture of the pain and the futility of the situation only served to help complete my growing hard-on. Slowly my world melted away, becoming centered and dependent on the growing sensation of white heat that dominated my very soul. I concentrated on accepting the pain, and embracing it rather than making it worse by trying to block it out. Just on the edge of Euphoria, I tried pressing my hips against the pins to raise the sensation, but something was wrong. The pins were being removed, and light hands started slowly stroking my hooded head.
“The patient stirs Dr,” Said a strangely electric voice to my right, as the hands stopped caressing my head, and started unzipping the hood and removing the neck brace. Once my head was free I noticed I was not alone. At some point during my infatuation with the pain at my crotch, I failed to notice that I was being surrounded. Looking around I counted 5, no 6 rubber men all dressed alike. The outfit was amazing; a skintight black latex catsuit displayed their well toned bodies. British S6 gasmask hoods were locked on by a collar to their already hooded heads so looking through the lenses on their masks all you could see where the eyes, all other traces of race, or individuality had been removed. Black rubber restraints were locked to their wrists and ankles, and multiple straps covered in D-rings littered the rest of their bodies. Upon closer inspection I noticed that I was wrong, they were not all exactly alike, 5 of them had inflator bulbs coming out of the center of the mouth ring on their hoods. The sixth, which began to speak, did not. “The Patient is prepped and ready Dr.”
At that point a figure emerged from behind me, He was dressed like the others, in a tight body hugging suit that displayed his well toned legs, and tight ass, but this is where the similarities stopped. Tightly laced Crotch high boots were partially covered by a latex apron that he slipped over his head, and a leather medical mask was tied around his mouth and nose. He wore a #3 shave on the top, and a #1 shave on the sides, but the thing that drew me in was his deep blue eyes, they pierced through my body examining the wants and needs that I have been unable to relate to anyone. I could not take my eyes off his, they demanded my every attention. I was no longer afraid, as those eyes radiated warmth as much as they demanded submission. He slowly reached down and rested his hands on the edge of the Gurney, and wordlessly signaled to one of the others to have the casters unlocked.
“I guess you are probably wondering where you are…” This was more of a statement than a question, so I didn’t answer; I just continued to stare into those eyes. “Sixty years ago, this town held two things: Cornfields, and the complex you are in right now. Now, back then, there wasn’t any laws regarding the treatment of Inmates, and if you were deemed insane, then people wanted you committed, with no want or interest in what happened to you after that point. This created a small problem, as once you were deemed crazy, you were labeled for the rest of your life, So It was easier for the state to just keep you locked away than to anger the taxpayers by letting you out. Opportunists started seeing the benefit in this, and were having their enemies committed, it completely took care of the problems, and there was no blood on their hands in the process. The Government started noticing that this becoming more and more prevalent, and so they instilled tougher standards on what crazy was, and they instilled a 72 hour observation period mandatory before incarceration. This was enough to still the flow of false committals, but they still had the problem of all the people wrongly rotting away in the hospitals around the country. Well this is the kind of publicity that the good old US of A has always found easier to sweep under the carpet. So, soon this complex was born. They visited every mental ward in the country interviewing the inmates, weeding out the ones who were perfectly sane, and they had them shipped here. ‘Project 6471’, an underground maximum strength facility built to keep the people and the secret from ever getting out. A full running hospital was built on top, to cover up all the medical traffic that came and went.” “With the cold war, and human experimentation on the rise, the government figured, why buy the cow when they could get involuntary volunteers for free. So soon this place was transformed into a Mecca of contraptions, designed to test the human body to its mental, physical, emotional and sexual limits. It became a vacation spot for Sadistic upper-ups in the government, which is why you will notice the courtyard outside, and all of the stone work inside. They intricately dolled up this place to make is as enjoyable for the politicians who came to watch someone be tortured, or if they wished, be tortured themselves. Well, this place enjoyed a 15 year run, until other officials became aware of its existence, and didn’t like what they saw. Very quietly
this place was sealed up, and the remaining inmates were re-dispersed into institutions around the country. Due to the fact that this town had bloomed around the hospital, it was left open, and all of the people who knew of its secret were removed. I have spent many years of my life searching for this place, with only rumors to go on. And now, you have the great pleasure of being one of seven people that know it actually exists. I hope you can grasp the weight of your situation.”
And with that, he slowly turned the gurney around and had one of the other rubber men raise the back. The room was nothing like I expected. The water reflections on the ceiling were coming from a tank sitting in the center of the room that was half full of water. I was slowly rolled towards it, and noticed that the interior of the tank was covered in attachment points. I was not sure what these were for, but I knew that I was about to find out soon enough. The gurney was rolled parallel to the tank, and the casters were once again locked.
“This is a little contraption that we have aptly named the ‘Latex Maiden’, I would explain it to you, but I think it will be better to show you instead.” He reached back down under the Gurney and pulled out a few obviously latex Items. “First, since you don’t seem to be real talkative anyway, let’s replace your hood.” Once again the Gasmask hood was placed on my head; I opened my mouth to protest, only to find it once again stuffed with the form fitting gag. “This hood is one of my own designs, it allows you to see everything until I choose otherwise, and it tends to make things more interesting.” The tubes were once again pushed up into my nose, and offered the only airway available to me. The other Latex garment was slowly unfolded across my body, It appeared to be on of those Sleepsacks that I had seen on the net quite a few times, but this one was covered all over by D-rings.
He nodded to the other rubbermen, and they slowly began to untie me. A rush of adrenalin raced through my body, this was my chance, and as soon as I was free I was going to make a bolt for it. “I know what you are thinking;” Dr Fetter said, I could see his smile beneath the mask. “But before you make an attempt, I would recommend looking before you leap.” I turned my attention to the other rubber guys, and noticed that only 3 of them were untying me, the other 3 stood behind them with cattle prods in their hands. “This place was designed inescapable, so even if you got passed them, you would not get out. The cattle prods save us the time having to come looking for you.” Once again my hopes went down in flames, there was nothing to do but go along, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for them.
Once they had finished untying me, Dr Fetter laved the open end of the bag at my feet. “Crawl in” he demanded. This was where I was going to draw the line, if he wanted me in that bag; he was going to have to stuff me in there himself. Dr Fetter just smiled “Not going to crawl in, hmm? Ok, I see we continue to do this the hard way.” One of his hands reached up into my field of vision, it contained a black rubber hose. The Dr took his other hand slowly, for my benefit, and placed it on the open end of the tube. Suddenly I found myself without air, every time I attempted to draw in a breath the mask just sucked harder to my face.
“Either you crawl into the bag on your own, or you pass out, and I will put you in there, either way I win.” he said as he continued his preparations with his hand over the end of the hose.
“Ok, Ok!” I muffled into the gag. He released the end of the hose, and wonderful air poured back into my lungs. Defeated, I grabbed the neck of the sleepsack, and slowly slid myself into it. The Dr. stopped me half-way and slid my arms into sheaths built inside the bag, when my hands got towards the bottom of the sheaths, they popped through rings that were situated at about wrist level. I attempted to yank my arms back out, just to have these rings tighten, and conform themselves to my wrists. He then slid my feet into the boot at the base of the bag, pulled the flaps up over my shoulders, and pulled the heavy zipper up to my neck, making sure to tuck the end of the hood in before doing up the collar. Next he dragged a hose from a compressor over, attached it to the bag, and inflated the bag rock hard around my body. Sometime during the inflation process my cock and balls popped into a cavity that molded to them firmly, this bit of stimulation made me instantly hard, and a lot more interested in what was about to happen to me.
Suddenly I started to move as the 6 full coverage rubbermen lifted me off of the gurney and down into the tank of water. I was lightly set on the surface of the water where I proceeded to float, as each of the rubbermen climbed back out of the tank, just to return with bundles of nylon rope. They proceeded to attach rope loosely from all of the D-rings on top of the bag and my hood, to all of the attachment points above the water on the sides of the tank. After they were finished with this, one by one they disappeared below the water level, and I could feel myself being yanked down in all directions, causing the previously applied ropes to become taught. Carefully navigating the rope web I was now the center of attention.
Five of the rubbermen climbed out of the tank, and once again disappeared from my line of sight. The Ungaged rubberman remained in the tank with me and was attaching wires into ports all along the bag, once he finished, he too climbed out and disappeared. Dr Fetter appeared at the side of the tank, this time with a microphone in his hand.
He lifted it up to his mouth “Can you hear me my pet?” I did my best grunt of approval that I could manage. “Good, this will be the only form of communication for quite a while. But not to worry, as you can see by the wires we are monitoring your vitals, so you are completely safe.” Dr Fetter chuckled; “At least that is what some of the wires are for.”
The end of the hose that connected to my mask was then plugged into a port in the side of the tank, and the 6 Rubbermen reappeared carrying the lid for the tank. Once the lid was slid into place, I could see all 7 of them gathered around the tank, watching in anticipation.
“Now,” The Dr’s voice reappeared in my ear “Even though you are trapped, the truly devious design of this toy, is that the water in it is held at 98.6 exact. You shall see what effect this has in a moment.” He then reached over to a panel on the side of the tank and tapped a few buttons. Suddenly the water began to rise; I panicked as it covered my head, until I realized that I could still breathe. All I could do was watch as the water reached the lid and stopped. That’s when the strange sensations began, as the Latex cased to be warm or cold. The concept of the barrier of my skin, since partially blurred by the tight fitting bag, was now completely slipping from my grasp. It was my sight that was still holding me together. “Now boy, do you remember what I told you about that hood? I think you have seen enough.”
With that my world started to dim, and then it completely went dark. I fought against the bonds that held me….or did they. All I could feel was a heartbeat….my heartbeat, and my breathing echoing through my head. The hypnotizing beat luring me deeper into my own consciousness. No longer did my body exist; I was just a beat, a breath, and a mind.
A new sensation broke through the Frey, a pulsation at what used to be my crotch, but since my crotch no longer existed, the waves of pleasure swept my whole world. I no longer exist, I am one with pleasure, and I am one with pain. Welcome to Euphoria.
