Karen – Return to the Pod by MonsterP63

Karen – Return to the Pod by MonsterP63

Part I

Archived Version

Broken glass crunched under her high heel booties. The sun was reflecting off her faux-leather shiny leggings and her faux-leather jacket.

“Oh cool!” she said as she browsed the house who had obviously already been ransacked, with broken dining plates and glasses, pots and pans laying everywhere, cabinet doors ripped off their hinges.

She put her phone on a little tripod on the counter, setup the timer and walked to take a pose, showing her butt, lifting a leg, twisting, all the classic instacrap poses.

“My fans will love that.” she said as she picked up her phone and continued to explore the abandoned house.

She did room after room, taking pictures, like a model. Well, she was an influencer. She was important. This house will soon be flooded by other influencers, who want to gain on the popularity of this site she just found, an abandoned house at the back of a large lot.

After her selfies session, she walked out, around the house. She was puzzled by that pile of debris against the wall: leaves, old food bags, pieces of plastic, small branches. Yes, there has been a few days of bad weather and wind and it seemed to have pushed a lot of debris there. But why there? And why that pile was somewhat rectangular shaped.

As she approached, her high heel sinking into the soft soil, she saw the entrance to the basement of the house.

“Oh, it’s just tha… EEEEEK!” she screamed, falling on her butt, as a racoon ran past her.

“Where the hell this thing came from?” she asked, as she was getting herself back up, wiping the dirt off her high gloss leggings.

“You ruined my leggings, you… critter.” she said, in the direction the racoon had fled.

“It came from underneath this. Gee, I’m curious. Is there, like, a whole family of racoons living there?” she thought. “Maybe if I bring her food, I will boost my rating on InstaCrap, I mean helping creatures is cool, right?” she was asking herself all that outloud.

She struggled to remove the branches, pulling on them, falling on her butt quite a few times, heels sinking deep into the muddy soil.

After close to half an hour, the entrance was cleared and she was dirty: leggings and jacket stained with soil, high heel booties full of mud, her hairs were dirty and entangled with small branches and leaves, and her white stretch shirt showed large stains of perspiration.

She was no longer InstaCrap model material!

Finally, she entered the basement, pesting, hoping that the work was worth it, and when she entered, her way lit with her phone lamp, she was stunned: boxes and boxes of strange things, obviously coming from distant countries.

“Some of these things can be worth a fortune!” she exclaimed, opening one box after the other, until she reached the far end, where there was some kind of steel door opened with a greenish glow coming from inside.

“Oh my gosh! What is that thing? I hope it’s not some radioactive beam or something.” she said, her voice sounding strange. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re in 2020 after all…” she said with a grin.

She carefully opened the door and had a peek inside.

There, opposite to the door, some kind of booth, and inside it, lit by a strange eerie green glow. Oh shit! A creature!!

Carefully, she entered.

She jumped in surprised when the lights turned on, activated by some kind of motion sensor. She was walking slowly, trying to see what kind of creature this was, like suspended inside that thing. It seemed to have a strange head, but it was hard to tell with the layer of dust coating the window. Her high heel boots were cracking on some broken glass looking like beer bottles.

Breathing loudly, she made one more step. That creature looked strange, just a head, a long torso and long legs, all held together by chains, suspending her in mid-air. Well, she assumed it was a “her”, judging by the small waist and the large breasts.

Tubes were going from those breasts, and also from the crotch and head, upward in the high portion of the booth.

She wiped the dust out with her hand.

Suddenly, she jumped back, hand to her mouth, struggling between staying and knowing more and running for her life.

“It moved!” she whispered to herself.

She had long lost any conscience that her body existed. She was nothing else than a brain and sexual organs, who had been stimulated to the point where she was longing for more sex than food or water.

She was in her own universe, suspended, weightless, like in space, where no matter what you do, you stay in the same spot, or continue or the same path. The same as being unable to move.

She felt cold water being pumped into her stomach. The systems embedded within The Pod was keeping her very much alive, feeding her when her body needed it, stimulating her muscles when they needed it, and giving her sexual pleasure whenever she wanted, which was all the time, but apparently, the system had a tease and denial option, which, somehow, she had triggered, because the more the time went forward, the more she was denied.

Which made every session even more frustrating, but the release. Man! That was out of this world.

She had just come out of one of those tease and denial sessions, her body exhausted, laying there, feeling the layer of sweat under her under her latex skin, suspended by the chains, when the lights of the room turned on.

Oh, it wasn’t a big deal. She had forgotten the door opened, and the racoons were coming in and out, tripping the sensor and lighting the lights, linked to the same power source as The Pod.

A shadow was moving. Slowly. Someone was coming in. This was nothing new. She had a lot of visitors, mostly kids, all screaming and running away at her sight.

She saw that slender woman, wearing shiny leather-like pants, that were quite filthy, as if she had dragged herself in the mud. Well, the house should be in pretty bad shape by now, she had been stuck inside the Pod for… she had no clue. The dust that had fallen over the console prevented her from clearly seeing the numbers.

The woman approached. She seemed curious. She wiped out the console and looked at it, then cleaned the window to look inside.

“Look at me, look at my eyes!” was screaming Karen in her head. “LET ME OUT!”.

She used all her strength and tried to fight her bounds, turning her head.

The woman jumped! She saw her.

“Please, don’t run away… like the others.” thought Karen.

© monsterp63,

December 12, 2020

Part II

Archived Version

Karen tried to wiggle, to move as much as she could to have that stranger look at her, at her eyes, she hoped were still somewhat visible through the fogged up lenses.

Yes, she’s looking. She’s getting closer. Karen opened her eyes wide and looked lower, at the console, at the abort button, then at the woman again, then the button, the woman, the button.

Valerie was getting closer, the creaking of debris under her heels was echoing in the room. The woman who was inside that thing was moving, like struggling, trying to get free, fighting her situation.

But… who was that woman, if it was in fact a woman. Was it some kind of failed experiment, kept prisoner there to make sure it would not destroy the planet? Was it an alien, in an alien prison? Would she free an unwilling prisoner, or unleash a pandemic… oh, right. Already done.

For a moment, she simply looked at her, realizing the situation she was in, held up from the ground, chained, arms in her back, and those hoses, those tubes, going to the gasmask, to her breasts, to her crotch.

Her brain immediately saw what she read once, some kind of weird true story, where a woman was encased into some sort of pleasure suit, being stimulated, breasts pumped and stuff, the whole body suspended by heavy springs. She recalled that the device was called “The Creature” or something like that, her orgasms controlled by the operator of the machine.

She became hot. Was it it? Was this The Creature?

She tried to look at her, at her eyes, to see the pleasure, but she could barely see them. The lenses were dirty or… fogged up? Yes, that was probably it. And her eyes were wide, like surprised, and going up and down, looking at her, then at the console.

Was she trying to send her a message?

She took a closer look at the consoles: dials for years, month, day and hours. Then conditioning and stimulation controls. There was nothing labeled as torture, or punishment time. Could it be simply a pleasure box? The Creature? If so, she still had… oh gosh… three more years? Or was it the original target without any way to tell how long it still has to go. How… how long has she been in this machine? She was so confused. She didn’t know what to think.

She looked at that… thing again. She could see her eyes through the fogged lenses of her mask. Barely, but she could make up that she was looking down at the console, like directing toward a control, toward the buttons.

She reached, slowly, over the controls, looking at her eyes, at her head barely moving. She noticed a small negative nod as she went over the dials, then over the buttons. Yes, that was a yes, over the red one: Stop/Abort. Was that it? She hovered her hand over the green button, and she deciphered a negative nod. Red button: yes nod.

She hesitated, putting her finger on it, then pulling back. Was it the right choice? She looked at her eyes. They were pleading. And deep down, she wanted to try The Creature herself.

She had another long look at whoever was inside, tightly wrapped in shiny rubber, heavily cuffed, suspended by chains, unable to move, hands in her back.

She remembers feeling similar things the first time she saw a woman tied up in latex on some internet feed. Was she liking it? Did she really want to try it?

Suddenly, she felt her feet encased in high heels, her legs wrapped in three sized too small faux-leather leggings, her upper body squished by a shirt and jacket too small. She was wearing all this more than to make a fashion statement. She was… Was she?

Finger shaking, she pressed on the red button. All the displays reverted to zero. The humming that was coming from the device slowly subsided. She heard mechanical devices, like motors, move. She saw her being lowered, the chains holding her in place were getting loose. The woman inside closed her eyes, hard, as if it was painful. She wondered if she did the right thing.

Karen screamed of joy. Yes, that woman understood what she was asking for. She had pressed the stop button. But her joy was quickly overwhelmed by the tubes getting pulled out of her mouth and nose. It was a relief, but a painful one, but it was nothing compared to her constricted waist being suddenly released.

The pain was almost unbearable. Every breath was extremely painful as her rib cage expanded for the first time in years.

Even though her muscles have been stimulated and kept alive, having to support her whole weight on her ballet boots was almost too much.

The door opened as she was still struggling with her almost numb arms to remove the different chains linked to the straps of the suit.

And she collapsed on the ground, panting, moaning. For the first time in eons, her limbs moved, bent, twisted. She felt the tight rubber fight the movements. She couldn’t believe she was still getting pleasure from it, from the feeling. Half laying on her side on the floor, she tried to say something, to say thank you, but only a faint grumble came out.

She moved slowly, looking more than a squirm, under the stunned look of that woman who was now wearing some kind of surgical mask.

But she was out. And looking at that woman with the mask, she felt lucky that a nurse got her out. She would be able to check on her health. She smiled then lost consciousness.

© monsterp63

December 19, 2020

Part III

Archived Version

It was painful. Every breath was painful. Every move was painful. Damn, every thought was painful because she could think again, about what happened, and especially… what happened.

She was laying on her side, on some sort of very uncomfortable mattress. Then again, she had been suspended for quite a while, so perhaps she was just not used to it anymore.

She tried to take a deep breath, but her lungs did not expand more than they were when heavily constricted. Could they have atrophied? Surely that nurse could answer, if she’s still there.

She tried to open her eyes and blinked. Even though the lights were quite dim, it hurt.

But she was there, still wearing her surgical mask, sitting on a box from a distance, looking at her like she was… a disease. Well, who could blame her.

“Hgghhrr.” tried to say Karen, but it came out more like a grunt. She tried to clear her throat, get some feeling back on her vocal chords. She tried once more.

“Hi… Th…. Thank you.” she said, between two breaths.

Valerie simply looked, or rather stared at her, not saying a word.

“I’m… Karen.” she added.

Valerie took a deep breath, like finding the courage to do something.

“Wh… What are you?”

Karen had a smile. Of course, looking at herself, dressed in shiny latex, ballet boots and who was somewhat, imprisoned in this strange chamber.

“Someone stupid.” she answered, giggling.

That seemed to loosen the tension, obviously relaxing the nurse.

“I’m Valerie.” she finally answered. “What is… all this?” she asked, with broad gestures.

Karen was initially shocked that she was not inquiring about her health, but then again, how could she if she doesn’t know what this is all about?

Carefully, moaning, Karen sat down on the edge of the filthy small bed, her latex suit creaking with every move. She could feel it, feel its tightness and still like it.

“Well, before trying to explain, I must ask a question that might sound totally silly: what date is it?”

“Uh… 20th of December?” answered Valerie.

“Thanks, and… what year?” asked again Karen.

“2020. Why?” she answered with a grin, like this was a prank or something.

Karen stopped breathing for a moment, her eyes opening wide.

“2020… Damn. Well, it all started, I can’t believe it… three years ago, well, almost four years ago, in January 2017…” began Karen.

For the next 10 minutes, Karen detailed her situation, the inheritage, the discovery of the pod, the trials and errors and the final mishap.

At first, Valerie was looking at her in a ‘yeah, yeah, nice story’ kind of way, but as Karen added more details, she seemed more interested, leaving her ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude to ‘I want to know more’ body gesture.

Then it was Valerie’s turn to explain how she found her.

“An Instacrap Influencer? What the hell is that?”

Valerie tried to explain, but the more she tried, the more she realized that… she was not upthere with the big stars.

“So, what you said is that the house is pretty much trashed?” asked Karen.

“Yeah… Broken windows, debris everywhere, everything has been ransacked.

“Damn… Well…” she began to say, looking around. “They got away with my clothes too, apparently… and my phone.” she said, getting up and quickly falling back on the bed.

“You’re not exactly wearing walking shoes.” said Valerie.

“That wasn’t a problem four years ago.” answered Karen.

“You… you can walk in those?”

“Yeah, used to.” she said, bending to undo the lacing and get the boots off, her skin all whitish pink. When she tried to get up again, she could only walk on her toes.

“Been wearing heels for too long, apparently” she said giggling. “Let’s go. I just hope they haven’t found the secret stash.” she said, leading the way out of the basement, discovering the mayhem that was now her house at the same time.

She walked to the second floor, to the bedroom. Everything was trashed, her bedroom set, the mattress was nowhere to be found, but the floor was intact. Valerie was following, admiring the lights reflecting off Karen’s shiny suit, trying to imagine how tight it was, how… how it could feel to be wearing that. She wanted to try it. Nah. That was silly. Why would she want to wear a full body condom?

Karen bent down, feeling the rubber slide on her body, something she hadn’t felt for a long time, in her rigid immobility, and all the pleasure of wearing latex was back.

She reached for the secret compartment and opened it, letting out a sigh of relief. She took a box and took out a few hundred dollars bills, and handed it to Valerie.

“Please, I need your help. If you could go and get me some clothes and a phone, that would be really appreciated.” said Karen with almost doggy eyes.

“I… I dunno.” said Valerie.

“Well, you’re an influencer. Influence me.” she said with a wink. “And note that I can only wear heels, if you haven’t noticed. And oh… get a new set for yourself, those are pretty stained.” she said, pointing at Valerie’s now brownish faux leather jeans, jacket and booties

Three hours later, Valerie was back with a bunch of bags and boxes and herself wearing new stuff. Karen undressed right there, in front of Valerie. In fact, she had no choice. She needed help getting out of the neck entry latex catsuit she was wearing.

Feeling the air on her skin for the first time in eons was strange. Her skin was whitish but apparently still healthy.

She put on the clothes Valerie had brought her, glad that she chose tight fitting cuts. She just liked tight fitting clothes.

Wearing skinny jeans, a T-shirt and a leather jacket, standing on wedge sneakers, she took the phone and searched for a moment before making a call.

“Hi… Phil? It’s Karen. I’ve been away for a while and… oh, you’re aware or it?… Have you seen the extent of the dam… okay… when do you think… and how long… you’re adorable, Phil. Thanks.” she said, putting down the phone.

“They’re coming in tomorrow to fix the house. He’s seen it getting smashed and he even called the cops, but since I was… out of reach…They estimate they have about two weeks of work to do, but with the Holidays coming, it’s gonna take a month. I’m gonna have to find a place to crash while it’s getting fixed. Can you drive me to…” she said, but Valerie was not looking, not listening at her. She was looking at the lump of rubber laying on the floor.

“Something wrong?” asked Karen.

“No…” faintly answered Valerie, staring at the latex.

“Sure?” asked Karen, getting closer. “Go head. Say it…. What a weirdo.”

“Yeah… what? NO! No… You’re not a weirdo… I… I am… Can… Can I try it?”

… To Be Continued.

© monsterp63

December 20th, 2020

Part IV

Archived Version

Mouth agape, Karen looked at Valerie, stunned.

“You… you realize that you just released me after close to 4 years stucked in this, don’t you?”

“Well… Yes. Sorry.” said Valerie, looking down, but side-looking at the suit.

“Okay… I need to go see Lynda. Would you care to drive me around or should I call a cab?” asked Karen, still giving her a chance. After all, if she wants to try the Pod, she would fit right in. She wondered about Lynda tho.

“Oh, yes, I’ll do it.” she said, starting to walk away, but still looking at the suit.

“We’ll stop by a fetish shop on our way back. I promise.” said Karen.

“Fetish shop?” asked Valerie.

“Well, yes. This is where you’ll get your own latex catsuit.” she said. Yes, she would have to wear the pod suit, but Karen quickly figured out that sharing the same suit was not very… hygienic. She, herself, would get her own suit, making the pod suit become the outer suit. The thought of wearing two layers of latex made her hot, and for a moment, she couldn’t believe that, after spending 4 years stuffed in this, she was ready for more!

“Uh… oh. Okay…” said Valerie who was expecting to just wear that one.

“Would you share a condom?” asked Karen to clear Valerie’s mind.

“Eww… No… You’re right.”

Since the locks on the doors of the house were of really no use right now, Karen took back everything and placed it inside The Pod, before closing the door and locking the Pod room door, so that no one, especially racoons, would enter.

About an hour later, they were knocking at the door of a luxury apartment.

The door opened and a young blond woman appeared, looking puzzled, her eyes going from one woman to the other, having a hard time recognizing anyone with their masks..

“Hi… Can I help y… Karen? Is that you?”

Karen smiled.

“Surprise!”

“Holy fucking shit! Where the hell have you been? It’s been four years since I got any news from you. How dare you show up here all of a sudden? Do you know the searches I made? I called the cops, even the Interpol to try to find you. You were nowhere to be seen. And I saw your house being vandalized, and I could do nothing. Where the hell have you been, Karen?” she said, hands on her hips, frowning, evidently not happy.

“Nice to see you too, Lynda.” said Karen, sarcastically. “Can we come in and explain why I was, ahem… out of reach lately?”

Almost reluctantly, Lynda let them in, her own heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

Under Valerie’s watchful eyes, Karen recalled the whole story, giving more details as Lynda was aware of less of it, having never seen The Pod.

“And you want me to believe that?” asked Lynda.

“Look at my skin, Lynda.” she said, removing her mask, lifting up her shirt. “This skin hasn’t seen the light of day in four years, Lynda. I have been wearing rubber for the last FOUR YEARS! Look how pale I am!”

“Now, you realize that I want to see that pod thing, now, right? So, when will it be? In a few weeks, months? Never for some obscure reasons?”

“If you want to see it now, let’s just go, then.” said Karen, aiming for the door, ready to walk out. “Coming?”

“I… Err… You’re serious?”

“Yes, I am, Lynda. I never lied to you. I had voluntarily not told you everything before, but I never lied. And this is not a lie. You’re coming?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Some time later, the sounds of high heels crushing dirt was heard entering the Pod room where the greenish glow of the Pod was still visible, the described suit hanging inside it.

Karen commanded the opening of the door and a stunned Lynda looked at what was inside.

“You… you really spent four years IN THERE?”.

“Yes.” calmly said Karen.

“Getting… teased, tormented and stuff?”

“Yes.”

Lynda extended a hand to touch at the suit, while her other hand, subconsciously, was gently rubbing her thigh, very close to her crotch. Her fingers, while touching the latex catsuit were obviously shaking.

“You… you really are into this fetish stuff?” asked Lynda, puzzled.

“How about you?” asked Karen.

“Me, Uh… ” she said, trailing off the answer.

Before she could react, Karen had reached for Lynda’s jeans, undid the button and pulled it down just enough so that her underwear was showing. Red, shiny underwear.

“You wear latex panties, Lynda.” said Karen.

“How?…”

“I could smell the latex, and I could tell you got aroused when you touch that suit”

“What? How… Well… okay, maybe, but, I mean, I don’t have a catsuit or anything like that.”

“Okay, fine with me, but if you want to try The Pod, you’re gonna need one.”

Karen turned to Valerie who had kept silent with a straight face, except for a satisfied smirk.

“Care to drive us to the fetish shop, Val?”

“This way ladies” said Valerie, showing the way out of the Pod room.

During the trip, Karen explained to them the features that had to be chose, opening at the crotch, and if they were choosing to have attached pouches, they would have to be cut opened so the that the relief tubes would be connected, and such, and warned them that neck entry catsuits, of their size and features were probably not to be ready to wear.

They entered the boutique, Karen smiling, welcoming back the smell of latex, with her two friends, stunned by the number of items and the same rubbery smell.

“Hello Ladies,” said the sales lady, herself wearing a tight fitting silver latex dress, walking on high heels shoes. “How may I help you today?

“Oh, simple.” said Karen, “We need 3, full body, neck entry catsuits with crotch pouches.”

The sales lady looked stunned for a moment, but looking at all three of them, realized.

“This is serious, right? It’s not a prank or anything?”

“No… no, it’s serious.” said Valerie, evidently aroused by all she could see around, while Lynda stayed silent.

“It’s their first time, but not for me.” said Karen, trying to explain the behavior of her friends, walking straight for a rack of catsuits, immediately flipping them over, looking at their characteristics.

“Ah, I see. Well, good thing I received a brand new stash from Fantastic Rubber, we have a lot of size choices, because neck entry have a better fit when custom made. Okay, let’s take some measurements.” said the sales lady, going back to her counter and coming back with a measuring tape and something to write. She began with Lynda while Valerie continued to browse around.

“Holy fuck… I can’t afford that! Better… Well, I’ll pass, I guess” she said a little depressed after such a high rush.

“Don’t worry, I got it covered.” said Karen. “For this one. If you want more, it’s on you.”

“R… really? Geesh, thanks, Karen.”

The sales lady then measured Valerie and ended with Karen. She then put all the numbers into her computer and looked at the results.

“Well, latex is stretchy and it’s a good thing. I have something for all of you, but not a lot of choices.” she said, heading to a rack, flipping a couple of suits off, taking one and handing it to Lynda.

“This one’s for you.”

“But it… pink.” said Lynda. “I would have preferred a black or a red one.” she said.

“Well, I do have one in red but it’s a lot tighter around the waist. It’s aimed at someone corseted.”

“Lets try it.” said Lynda. “We… we can try it, right?”

“Yes,” said the sales lady, “but you have to wear protective underwear, so you do not… spoil it.” she said with a wink.

“Oh, she already has latex panties on.” said Valerie out of the blue.

Lynda looked at her with fiery eyes, but then again… that was true and she was about to put on a catsuit, so…

“Yes, I do…” said Lynda, trailing off.

“Very good then. There’s two booths, choose one. There’s lubricant inside. Apply generously, that suit will be a tight fit!”

Valerie chose a purple one and headed for the other booth.

“I have only one that will fit your curves, but it’s out of heavy rubber. You might be able to put it on alone, but you will need help getting it off.

“There! Perfect.” she said, picking the heavy looking latex catsuit. “Not being easy to take off will…” she said, trailing off.

“I understand.” she answered back with a wink.

“How the heck to you put this thing on?” they heard coming from one of the booths.

“It’s a neck entry catsuit, Lynda. You go in from, well, the neck.” yelled back Karen.

“But… That’s impossible.” replied Valerie.

Karen looked at the sales lady and rolled her eyes.

“I’ll show you.” she said, heading for the booth.

They were not visible from the entrance of the store. Karen casually undressed in front of the two wide eyed woman, took a bottle of lubricant and proceeded to rub herself with plenty of it, as well as the suit, before turning it inside-out, revealing that she had been coating the inside of it.

She proceeded to put one feet in and slowly gathered the suit around her ankle until her feet reached the attached toe sock. Then sitting, she did the same with the other leg. Then, slowly, carefully, she pulled on the whole latex lumb, stretching the neck hole to go over her upper legs to her thighs before carefully pulling the latex on her legs, smoothing it in the process, removing the wrinkles, pulling more of the body part of the suit upward.

Her breath began to shake. She welcomed back the feeling of the tight rubber wrapping her legs, her body. She had flashbacks of The Pod. Darn.

As she pulled the suit upward, getting up, standing on her toes, pulling the suit over her hips, feeling the cold rubber against her crotch, feeling the currently limp pouch touch her, her breath became heavier, noisier, without realizing it. But the other noticed.

“Are you okay, Karen?” asked Lynda.

“Err what?… Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

“Well, it looks like you’re ready to hyperventilate.” said Valerie.

“Oh… No, I’m fine. You… You’ll understand when you’ll put it on.” she said, looking at the sales lady who understood perfectly what was going on.

“You’ll never get your arms in. Look how tight this is.” said Lynda.

“This suit is thicker than yours, so yes, for me it will be a struggle, but it will be a lot easier for you. Don’t worry.” she said as the suit reached her breasts and she struggled against the tight and quite thick latex, to add her arms inside the collar and put it down the sleeve, then the same with the other one.

The suit almost magically rode up, squishing her breasts, letting the last air pockets out through the high collar.

Karen let out a sigh, her breath shaking, rubbing her hands against her squished waist. Not as hard as a corset, but damn, that felt so good. She looked at the light reflecting on her arms, then at her firm breasts encased into the shiny black fabric, then catched the looks of her two friends, staring at her, mouth agape.

Karen laughed, bent down to take her wallet in her jeans and handed her credit card to the sales lady.

“We’ll take the suit. Judging by my fit, theirs will be just perfect. I think it will be better if they put it on at home” she said, still giggling. “And oh, add three full hoods, please.” she said as Lynda and Valerie gathered their civil clothes and proceeded to put them back on. Karen paid and then put her civil clothes over her catsuit, while the sales lady went back to the floor to return with a bag of goods.

“Here the extra you asked for. Have fun!” she said with a wink.

They drove back to Lynda’s place, in silence, still stunned by the sight, and the creaking sounds of Karen’s latex catsuit was making under her clothes they rode away.

Once at Lynda’s place, Karen immediately dropped her city clothes to parade in front of some mirrors, admiring her look, her shape, even squeezing her waist with her hands.

“Should have bought a corset.” she whispered while the two other women grabbed their latex suit and headed for different bedrooms to change. They were not as at ease as Karen to get naked in front of everybody.

She heard struggling, slapping sounds, some ouch through the doors, but after 20 minutes, both women walked out or their bedroom, almost in sync, red faced, eyes wide opened, slowly rubbing their thighs, waist, breasts, feeling the smooth and tight fabric touching their bodies.

“How does it feel?” asked Karen.

“Weird.” said Valerie. “I feel naked and clothed at the same time.”

“Lynda?”

“Well… I wore underwear and maybe a skirt but this is… different, and the shine, and the feeling when I stretch my arm, it’s like I’m covered in elastic bands.” she said.

“Yeah,” added Valerie, “that shine, it… I don’t know how to say it.”

“Like a magnet?” said Karen.

“Yeah… weird.”

“And wait for the touch.” said Karen, sultry approaching the two women, and gently touching Valerie on the shoulder.

She startled.

“Weird and… oh wow.” she said as Karen slowly slid her hands off her shoulder, down to her arm.

Valerie extended an arm to touch Lynda, who after the first surprise, extended her arm to touch Karen.

The three women began to gently touch each other, getting closer, their breathing becoming heavier, their bodies becoming warmer.

Their hands began to dance over each other’s body, following the arm down, then up then the chest, spending some time over the breasts, feeling them, rubbing them, squishing them, before riding down to the waist, circling it, going down to the hips, the buns, squishing their tight buns t through the latex, going at the crotch.

Karen wasn’t totally new to this and she quickly, without asking for permission, shoved her fingers inside Valerie’s crotch pouch.

“What… Oooo.” was her answer, as she threw her head backward.

Soon, all three of them were piled one over the other on the floor, squirming, sliding on one another on their slick lubricated rubber catsuits.

“You have to experience it to its fullest.” said Karen, gracefully leaving them for a moment to come back with the latex hoods. She helped them put it on, tucking their hairs, leaving only smooth latex from the head to the toes.

Their little game took another twist as now the heads were as slippery as the rest of their bodies.

Fingers found holes, tongues found holes. While bringing the latex hoods, Karen had brought her bag of goods closer and she sneaked into it to retrieve a dildo, she began to insert into Valerie’s vaginal pouch.

Valerie moaned, loudly, especially when the dildo began to gently vibrate.

“Too noisy.” said Karen, taking a harness ball gag from the goodies bag and fastening it loosely around Valerie’s head, not wanting to go too hard to a first timer.

Lynda seemed to love it, but grinned.

“That is way too lose.” she said, tightening the harness, forcing the huge ball deep inside Valerie’s mouth, forcing it wide open.

Valerie tried to reach for it, to loosen it.

“Don’t you have rope in your bag? I thought I saw some.” said Lynda, extending a hand.

With a devilish smile, Karen gave her a pack of rope and Lynda quickly turned Valerie around, pinning her down, tying her wrists in her back, then started to draw her elbows together, getting them closer and closer, waiting for a sign from Valerie to stop.

“Are you okay?” asked Karen, puzzled by the lack of Valerie’s reaction to the extreme position.

The answer she got was a low pitch grunt.

“Guess she’s alright.” she said to Lynda who continued to tighten the elbows until they touched, then knotted the ropes, before going to Valerie’s legs, tying a rope around her upper knees, lower knees and ankles.

“You… you seem to know your way around bondage.” said Karen, puzzled.

“We each have our own little secrets.” answered Lynda with a wink. “Now, your turn.” she said, quickly jumping on Karen and turning her around on her stomach.

Karen fought back, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be tied up, restrained, mouth stuffed, crotch stuffed, waist constricted, and Lynda delivered, getting toys from her bedroom, a vibrating dildo and a huge buttplug, coming back with a panel gag, a blindfold and more rope, tying Karen not only in a tight hogtie, but making a crotch rope which pushed the dildos and butt plugs deeper.

She felt the rope bite into her legs, forbidding any movement. She felt the tug of the ropes on her shoulders, forcing the high arc of the hogtie. She could feel the tight latex squirming with her. The bit hard on her gag, which only increased her helpless feeling.

She was puzzled at Lynda’s sudden expertise, but for now, she was elsewhere. Well, her brain was elsewhere. Her brain was back into The Pod, not feeling her weight, suspended, severely restrained, feeling the plugs everywhere, getting orgasms after orgasms.

Damn! She had spent the last four years stuck inside The Pod, had only been released for a few hours and… she was dreaming of getting back in?

Her brain became a shapeless mass as the first of many orgasms to come engulfed her, leaving her with a puzzling thought: was she living this or was she still stuck inside The Pod, dreaming this. Reality, fantasy were nothing but a blur.

To Be Continued

© Monsterp63

January 3, 2021

Part V

Archived Version

She blinked to open her eyes. It was rather dark. She was casually relaxing, stretched out on a very comfy bed.

“Geesh, what time is it?” she mouthed, but she felt something huge still stuffed inside it.

“Fuck!” she garbled as she tried to get up, only to realize that she was not casually resting on a bed, she was tied up, spread eagled.

“Mffppooo?” she tried to call.

No answer.

She tested her bounds, which awakened her body, her senses. She could feel she was still wrapped into her latex catsuit. But her waist felt compressed, and she had toys stuffed inside. She wasn’t sure, but something rigid was going down under her crotch.

“Corseted and with a chastity belt? What the fuck?” she thought.

She was very well secured. She couldn’t get free. She tried to tug, to jiggled her chains to make some noise, but apparently, it had been thought of and they seemed to be wrapped into something. Barely no sounds were produced.

So she laid there, dozing on and off until daylight began to light the room. She heard footsteps from the corridor. High heels. Two sets of them. One clicking hard and slow, and another one, clicking more lightly and very fast, as if…

The door opened and entered a leather clad woman with blond hairs, standing on thigh high high heel boots, where only a gap of skin could be seen between the top of the boots and her leather skirt. She was pulling a leash from one hand and holding a riding crop in the other.

“Gffimmpa?” mumbled Karen, wide eyes.

Behind her, in tow with a leash, Valerie, still in her own latex catsuit under a leather harness, wearing a horse bit gag, arms in a leather armbinder, obviously struggling to follow, ankles hobbled with a short chain, standing on ballet boots. She was obviously barely able to stand up in them.

“Welcome back to the real world, Karen.” said Lynda with a devilish smile. “

She sat on the edge of the bed, facing Karen.

“Yes, I’m a dominatrix. On the side, that is. I’d love to do it full time, but you know, there’s this thing… how is it called… Hum… yeah, money. So I have to have a daily job.”

Karen was wide eyed. She knew Lynda for a few years, but she never even thought that… damn!

“And since you don’t have to work, and Valerie here doesn’t have to work during the Holidays, I’ll keep you as my pets… sorry, personal slaves for the time being.” she said Giving a yank on Valerie’s leash as she was not standing straight.

“She needs more training, but I believe you’re already familiar with everything around it, am I right?”

Karen knew bondage, but to act as a slave, she never did. She discovered everything about it, well, a few years ago, at the same time as The Pod. Yes, she had read some articles about it, seen a few movies, but she didn’t really know much about it.

She nodded a shy no with her head.

“No? What do you mean no?” asked Lynda.

Karen answered with garbled noises from under her gag, then tip her head sideways, in the meaning “if you want to know more, better un-gag me.” sort of way.

“Stay put and damn, straighten up!” said Lynda to Valerie, slapping her in the butt with her riding crop.

Valerie twitched and moaned.

“That’s noted.” said Lynda, walking to the bed, the tight leather of her skirt and jacket creaking. She bent over Karen to remove the gag. Karen’s nose filled with the musk scent of Lynda’s leather gloves as she removed the gag, but did not untied her.

“Go on. You have two minutes.” said Lynda, looking at her watch.

“Wow, two minutes? Okay. Hum… I know pretty much nothing more than what we see on TV or articles about BDSM. I discovered latex, and the bondage and the forced orgasms, and the body control, all at the same time: inside The Pod. Four years ago. I don’t know what is being a slave, hell, I don’t even know if I want to be a slave.” she said, staring at Lynda.

“Oh.” said Lynda, backing off a little. “That was… well, you know, the only way to know if one likes something is to try it, right?”

“I… I guesmmmfmmggrrr” began to answer Karen as Lynda stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth. She heard Valerie giggle.

She looked at Valerie with a puzzled look. Did she ask for it or did Lynda enforce it on her like she just did?

“She actually asked for it.” answered Lynda, understanding the silent question.

Karen’s head harness gag was linked to the headboard and yanked tight before her legs were untied, one by one, and brought together, linked with a very short chain, and linked back to the foot of the bed.

Then her arms were untied and she was rolled on her stomach so that her wrists could be cuffed in her back before her head and feet got released. Lynda was quick to produce another leash and snap it on Karen’s collar.

“Come, slave. You two have work to do.” she said, dragging both of them out of the bedroom.

They hobbled their way, trailing behind Lynda who kept tugging.

“Damn, you’re worthlessly slow. How do you expect anything done if you… what now?” she said as she heard a cell phone ring. She looked around and spotted Karen’s phone on the living room table.

“Oh… rats.” she said, picking up the phone. “Yes? No, this is Lynda. Karen is… um… sort of tied up right now, can I take a message?… Yes… in two hours? Yes, she’ll be there. Bye.”

Karen looked at Lynda, puzzled.

“Your contractor will be at your house in two hours. Guess I have to free you, meaning that YOU…” she said, staring at Valerie “will have to work double!”.

Two hours later, Karen got out of her Uber ride, dressed in tight jeans, her latex catsuit hidden under a turtleneck shirt and leather gloves. Her contractor had arrived a few minutes earlier.

“Hi Karen. Nice to see you again. What happened?” he said, opening his arms to the house in really bad shape.

“To keep it simple, a few things got out of hand and I couldn’t reach anyone. But it’s all cleared out now. So? What about it?” she asked, smiling.

He stared at her for a short moment before speaking up. Karen was sure that he was staring at her face, probably at her cheek. She used make-up but the marks of the ball gag harness were probably still showing.

Three hours later, she was back at Lynda’s place.

“So?”

“He will start to work on the windows and doors, securing the house, putting the heat back on, cleaning it and then order the materials needed, which should be gradually delivered over the next few weeks because of the Holidays, then the heavy work should start in the second week of January.”

“You need to be there?”

“Nope. Not at all.” she said, taking off her jacket, shirt and pants, extending her wrists and lowering her head. “I’m all yours, Mistress.”

Karen and Valerie quickly learned their place over the course of the following week and days, cleaning the home and then preparing, serving and cleaning for the multiple receptions Lynda had over the Holidays, all of which were apparently fellow dominants with their slaves/subs. Every mishap was punished by multiple means, either a good spanking or a painful and tight bind.

After the Holidays, Karen was freed from time to time to go supervise the latest work on her house.

Finally, the work was done and the house was released to Karen, who was eager to go back. But Lynda had some other ideas.

“The Pod room and the Pod itself needs to be cleaned, and you’ll be perfect to do so.” she said, looking at her two rubber clad slaves standing by two wooden crates. “I just need to carry you there.” she said. “Valerie…” she said, pointing at the first crate.

Valerie complied. The inside of the crate was shaped like a chair. She would enter sideways with her arms elbow tied, and sit on the small bench, having to bend her head and upper body forward, touching her knees, because the top was low.

Lynda secured her ankles with ratchet straps to the bottom of the box, then yanked her shoulders down against her knees with another strap. She padded all the loose space with foam and went to Karen’s box where she was setup the same, then screwed the cover.

They stood there, unable to move, in complete darkness for some time before feeling being picked up and carried down to a vehicle and driven to Karen’s house where they were delivered.

When Karen got out of the box and stood up, she looked around, satisfied to be home. Finally.

“Time to try your new access to the basement.” said Lynda, leading Karen to the newly constructed access. No more need to walk outside to access the safe room. In fact, the access to it from the other side of the basement has been walled off. The only access was through that new staircase, located in one of the rooms at the back of the house.

Lynda had them quickly put to work, but of course, properly impaired. Valerie, who had become quite proficient with ballet heels, was fitted with a short hobble chain, and her knee cuffs directly linked together, forcing her to make awkward moves. Also, both her wrists have been linked together, which greatly impaired her for wiping the walls clean.

Karen was wearing platform boots and her ankles were linked by a 45cm spreader bar. Her wrists were also linked with a rigid bar, keeping them about 30cm apart from each other. She was to clean the inside of The Pod, while Lynda was casually resting on the bed, browsing on her phone, barking orders to her slaves.

And since both slaves were heavily corseted, stuffed and locked into a rigid steel chastity belt, their setup with their work was both a mix of love and hate, pleasure and pain, especially when, from her phone app, Lynda would trigger a dildo, or the butt plug at will, or waiting for the, ahem, right moment.

Like when Karen was inside the pod, stretching her arms high over her head, which stretched her torso, pulling on the corset, which pulled on her chastity belt, which pushed on her dildos. She totally lost it, dropping everything, dropping on her knees, yet unable to reach her crotch with both hands because of the spreader bar.

Lynda waited a few moments then turned them off, frustrating Karen to the highest level who looked at her through the lenses of her gasmask with angry eyes.

“Pleasure and work don’t mix, Karen. You should know that.” had simply answered Lynda, from her comfortable bed, not even looking at her.

Karen resumed her work, pissed off. She would get her revenge. She didn’t knew how, she didn’t knew when, but she would.

Finally, everything was cleaned and ready. Lynda got up and began to look at the console, pushing a button here, turning a knob there.

Karen grunted. Louder and louder.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m going to break it, I’m just trying to figure out how it works.” said Lynda.

Karen grunted even more louder, stomping her booted feet on the ground.

“Geesh, next time I have you work, I will add tens pads.” said Lynda, turning to Karen who was, without a doubt, gesturing her to be ungagged.

Lynda sighs as she removed the gasmask with the embedded long penis gag.

“Better be important.” she harshly said.

“Fuck, Lynda. May I remind you that, as far as I know, this is still MY house and this pod, being located inside MY HOUSE is thus MY FUCKING POD?”

Lynda was stunned and Valerie giggled. Karen giggled too, figuring out how dominant she looked, pointing at HER pod with her hands linked by a rigid bar, wearing a latex catsuit, corset and chastity belt.

“Oh… I… I’m sorry, Karen. I kind of got carried over and…”

“It’s okay, Lynda. Now, if anybody wants to try it, could we… you know…” she said, showing her restraints.

A few moments later they were all out of said restraints and Karen was holding the Pod Suit.

“Well, I pretty know how it feels, so… who’s turn is it?”

Valerie was quick to make a step forward.

“Hey, I got you out of it, didn’t I? I think I deserve the first run.” she said, all smiling.

She quickly got inside the Pod Suit, then Karen set her up inside the Pod, showing everything at the same time. She was about to put the gasmask over Valerie’s head.

“Now, Val, be aware. What’s going to happen is unpleasant, but once done, it’s quite bearable. Ready?”

Valerie took a deep breath and nodded yes. Karen lowered the gasmask over Valerie’s head and as soon as it was down, Valerie fought her bonds, trying to reach it, to remove it, almost panicking, but a few moments later, she was breathing easily and was calming herself down.

“You’re okay in there?” asked Karen.

Valerie nodded a shy yes. She didn’t know if she was okay. Was all that she was feeling normal? It was weird because, as uncomfortable as it may seem.. She liked it.

Karen was about to close the door of The Pod when she stopped.

“I suggest an hour for a first session.” she said, to which Valerie answered by a shudder. She had no clue, but she would trust Karen.

She closed the door and setup the controls, explaining them to Lynda at the same time, then pushed the start button, looking closely at Valerie, to make sure she was alright.

She began to slowly move, to wiggle within the limits of her suspension, fighting her bonds. As time went by, she was struggling more and more, but something seemed strange. Karen remembered struggling a lot more than that. She tried to ask Valerie if everything was alright and she sort of raised her shoulders in a “I don’t know” manner. Then, still by shaking her shoulders, she nodded no.

Karen pointed at the stop button and Valerie nodded yes, so she stopped the session.

“What’s wrong?” she asked after she opened the door and removed the gasmask, which made Valerie grin with the tube removal procedure.

“Ah… shit! That I don’t like.” she said. “Okay, I get the breath control, the vibration, the sucking on the breasts, but that sucking is weak, and you talked about muscle control, electro-stimulation and stuff, and apart from the dildos vibrating, I get nothing. There must be something wrong somewhere.” she said.

Puzzled, Karen looked at the console.

“Everything is in order here, no indication of a fault or anything, and the wires are correctly plugged to the suit, which has the embed… oh shit. Of course.” she said, “Silly me!!”

“What is it?” asked Lynda.

“The latex catsuit she’s wearing. How stupid can I be. Yes, it will prevent us from cleaning the Pod Suit every time but rubber is an electrical isolator. The electro-pads don’t make contact!” she said. “You will have to take the suit off.”

Half an hour later, Valerie was squirming inside The Pod like a fish at the end of a fishing line.

When the door was opened and Valerie was taken off, she was totally phased out.

“Fucking shit, Karen… You took four years of that?”

“Yes… I did.” answered Karen.

“And you’re ready to go back in, like… now?”

“Absolutely.” she answered with a large smile. “But I believe it’s Lynda’s turn.”

“Come on, hurry up. Lets clean this suit.” said Lynda, suddenly eager to try it, her, who seemed a little reluctant at first when she saw all the tubes and wires.

Two hours later she was getting out of the pod after her one hour session, in a daze.

“So, how was it?” asked Valerie, eager to hear Lynda’s point of view as another first-timer.

“That was good.” she managed to say between two breaths.

“But?…” asked Karen.

“But…I prefer to have control, if you know what I mean.”

“Of course. You’re a Dom. What else to expect.”

An hour later, the suit had been cleaned and Karen was getting into The Pod.

“So, one hour?” asked Lynda as she setup the numbers on the console.

“No. Twenty four.” said Karen.

Lynda and Valerie exchanged stunned looks.

“Well, 24-hours it is, then.” said Lynda, entering the value then pressing the start session.

Inside the pod, inside the suit, Karen welcomed back the tightness, the vibrations, the breath control, the electro-stimulation, the weightless feeling. She welcomed all of it. It was like coming back home after a long trip. YUes, that’s where she belongs.

As the first of countless orgasms built up, her body was taken by strong convulsions, anticipating the effects, the hormone rush. She exploded when her air was cut-off, sending her against the limits of her chain.

Valerie and Lynda looked at her, afraid, puzzled, concerned, alla t the same time, asking themselves if she was trying to break free, wor if the pod was preventing her from launching, literally out of the Solar System.

Twenty-four hours later, she was taken out of The Pod, her limp body, half-conscious, was put on the nearby bed. She slept it off for four hours before being able to get her brain back in gears.

Lynda and Valerie were by her side, smiling.

“Now, what do you want to do?” asked Lynda.

Karen closed her eyes and whispered.

“I want to go back in.” she said, smiling.

Valerie giggled. Karen looked at her, puzzled.

“Well, we learned one thing, Karen.” said Valerie.

“Really? That I’m a freak?”

“No. That The Pod is for you.” she said. “It’s like it has been tuned for your body. I did orgasm, I did feel the pleasure, but… nothing near what you experienced.”

“Maybe you need to get used to it.” said Karen.

“No. It’s more than that. When I got out, I was satisfied. I was glad of the experience, but I’m not eager to step back into it. Not today anyway. Do you remember the first time you did it? How did you feel after?”

Her memory flashed back. She had set it up for half an hour and it stopped at the worst moment, and, probably because it was self-triggered, entered into a 24 hours rest mode before allowing her to get back it, but she would have gotten back in the minute it was off.

“You didn’t go for an hour but a full day, Karen. And you’re ready to go back in.” said Lynda. “That says it all.”

Two weeks later

She hugged Lynda and a very bound-up Valerie, encased in a neck entry catsuit so thick and tight that it took Karen and Lynda to put her in. Her arms were locked in her back with wide steel cuffs, and her neck encased in a wide and heavy stainless steel collar without any apparent lock. Her mouth was stuffed with a blow-up gag and she was now expertly standing on thigh high heavy ballet toe boots, also locked in place by heavy steel shackles. She was embracing her new life as a rubber slave to the fullest.

Almost ceremoniously, Karen took place inside The Pod, like undertaking a long voyage, going away for a long period, like… for the rest of her life? No. Not that much.

But ten years might seem like a lifetime, especially restrained, teased and tormented by The Pod.

That had been her deal. Lynda would come live inside Karen’s house, which had already been modified into a full-size dungeon. Karen, locked inside The Pod would be the main attraction.

Ten years. No shortcuts, but that they didn’t know…

She welcomed back the tubes inserting themselves down her nose and throat. The door was closed, and the locking mechanism engaged. A last look at Lynda, a last nod, and she felt her world shrink as the corset tightened around her slim body, as she was lifted off the ground, as the dildos became alive, as the chest cups began pumping, as the electro-stim pads began to fire.

Her lenses fogged up and she laughed. After all, she had glued shut the stop button…

She was back home.

The End.

© monsterp63

January 23, 2021