The Vault by SuperCena12

The Vault by SuperCena12

Chapter 1

Someone said it happened because of poisoned meat, second ones said it happened because of a terrorist attack, third ones were blaming the US Government for attempts to play God, while the rest of them said that the problem wasn’t that serious and they would find a solution soon. In the end, Zoa-47, the Werewolf Virus, infected them all and later the entire world. North and then South America were the first victims of this disease. Europe got hit right after that, whilst the situation in Africa and Australia is still unknown.

At first, infected people were showing the standard symptoms of a bad case of swine influenza, but then, at stage two, if they survived this long, they started losing their humanity. Limbs and face deformed, insanity and changes of behavior patterns emerged, along with the growth of finger and toe nails and their transformation into claws. Hair, strength and aggression increased significantly. — If the victim survived these changes, it had only one desire: infect as many others as possible, like rabies. Zoa-47 was the perfect airborne murder machine, but, luckily, it killed only 90% of the human race, most of the others turned into werewolves. Hungry werewolves, very hungry.

Some healthy survivors, who are immune to the airborne form of the virus, are out there, including Helena. Despite this, Helena almost joined the ranks of the infected in the early days. Getting bitten or scratched by a werewolf always lead to an infection, if the person did not end as dog food first. It had happened four months ago. She managed to stay alive because she was a marathon runner. Helena was at home, training for another event, and then …

A sudden emergency broadcast turned her TV-screen to black with big white letters and instead of music, she was hearing a cold-blooded voice:

“Warning. Warning. This is not a drill. This is an Emergency Broadcast. If you are receiving this Broadcast, you may be in severe danger, stay calm and listen to these instructions. This is a warning message from the Michigan Center for Disease Control and Prevention. The MCDCP is issuing a shelter-in-place order for the residents of Lansing, Michigan due to the Zoa-47 Outbreak.

Take self-protection actions immediately:

1. Go inside immediately and stay inside your house or building.
2. Bring pets indoors only if you can do so quickly.
3. Close all windows and doors.
4. Turn off air conditioners and heating system blowers.
5. Close fireplace dampers.
6. Gather a radio, a flashlight, food, water and medicines.
7. Call 911 only if you have a genuine emergency.

For more information, please tune to your local radio and television stations”.

Helena was closing all windows and doors of her home. She was afraid for her life, but then. . . everything changed forever. A gigantic creature roared and broke through the window. It tried to attack Helena, but she dodged its punch and jumped through the broken window.

“Holy Shit!”—Helena screamed, she was panicking, she couldn’t believe what she saw, but after another roar, she ran.

Since then, her desperate fight for life has continued. In the next 2 months, Helena learned how to move stealthily, how to shoot and kill, how to steal and this was just the tip of the iceberg. Now it was December and not only the monsters were a threat but also the upcoming winter.

“Welcome to Detroit”—this sign and many severely damaged houses greeted her during this endless trip through the suburbs. Helena was desperately trying to find a new shelter. She knew about the potential risks of going into the city, but she couldn’t stay in the woods any longer because her supplies were about to run out.

When she entered the first house, she immediately noticed a sickening smell of decay mixed with spoiled infant formula and rotten food. “I bet the owners of this home are dead. The smell is disgusting. I’ll try to find something useful here and get out of this place,”—with such thoughts, Helena went into the kitchen. She found nothing there but damaged kitchenware, ravaged storage shelves and a torn sleeping bag. Helena left the kitchen and came to the living room. “Looks like they were fighting with the werewolves here and in the kitchen,”—Helena whispered to herself, while looking at traces of claws on the walls and furniture. She was wondering: where are the bodies? The answer came fast, with the flies from upstairs. Helena made her way to that room, opened the door. . . and vomited on the floor. She saw the owners, partially. Their arms, legs and eyes were missing, but the most disgusting thing was a dead body of their . . . well, you don’t want to know about it.

Helena left the house quickly. Eventually, she found a new jacket and 2 packs of bullets in an ‘Eight Mile’ truck stop. At first she didn’t want to go in there because she noticed inside the store another monster, but it was standing at the other entrance, itching and twisting. It seemed there was something that held it back—it worked out good. Later Helena wanted to go and see why the monster was standing there like that; maybe their behavior had changed and she could use that as an advantage. It turned out to be a mistake. She stepped on some shattered glass and the werewolf heard that. The monster detected Helena and attempted to attack. Helena reloaded her pistol and tried to shoot it in the head, but she missed and once again she had to run for her life.

A few minutes later she ran into a small building. It looked damaged like the other ones, but its name, ‘The Rubberist’, set it apart from the others. She dodged through the door and jumped behind the bar counter to hide and the werewolf ran past the house. She closed and locked the door later. After some time she took off her backpack to dig out something to eat and drink. She heard the werewolves prowl around the house, doing nothing at first, but when suddenly the werewolves were about to break through the door and attack her, she found a metal hatch, opened it and jumped down into the pitch black hole, leaving her backpack lying above.

Our ancestors were afraid of the darkness because it hid various predators. This phobia isn’t primordial, but we connect it to our fear of death, and that’s why it’s so strong.

Helena was now experiencing this fear. Since her flashlight was in her backpack she had no way of making light. Thankfully, a few minutes later, Helena found a light switch. She clicked on it and the premises lit up with a strange blue light, to her surprise. This light revealed big clear hallway with white walls, a few closets and 4 black doors. Helena took off her shoes, she didn’t want to ruin such cleanness. An obvious decision came to her mind: explore this place.

She opened the first door in front of her and behind it she discovered a big living room. The room had various shiny pieces of furniture, like a double bed, 2 chairs, a white wooden table, on which Helena saw a computer, and a large chest of drawers with a flat screen TV on it. Helena sat down on a chair because she was tired and. . . she felt herself beyond this world. It was so soft and despite its creaks, Helena wanted to sit on it as long as possible.

“Damn it. . . Looks like I won’t be going anywhere for a long time. If this place has electricity, I need to. . .”, - Helena said to herself, then she stopped thinking. She just wanted to enjoy this. A few minutes later she stood up, too anxious to sit still any longer. Helena wanted to find answers to her questions: who owns this place? Where’s the owner? What else does it hide if it still has electricity?

In order to do so, she opened the first drawer, but found shiny pillowcases, duvet covers, and sheets. The second drawer was hiding various DVDs, CDs, and miniature books. The third one contained shorts, tank tops and the fourth—one little camera and some storage chips. Helena took it and tried to turn it on and, luckily, it made a startup sound. She found there were many videos; the earliest had a date of 10/31/2044, while the latest—12/07/2047.

“Looks like someone used this camera only days ago! I need to see the record.” she said after she recovered from her shock

Many thoughts went through Helena’s head. First, she could not believe that she found a working camera. Second, she had hoped to find answers, but that fast? Third, Helena had to get used to the new environment, and she needed some time for that, but, at least, she was getting closer to the answers she wanted.

The recording showed the same room in which Helena was standing. She saw a young woman, just like herself, however she was looking like an infected person: pale skin, red eyes, damaged hands (as if a werewolf had scratched them) and torn clothes.

A few seconds later, she started talking: “Aaron, I’m recording this because I cannot stay here. You said that I should hide here and that the monsters wouldn’t be able to find me here, in our ‘Love Nest’ .”—tears rolled down her cheek, but she wiped them away and continued her speech. - “Unfortunately one of them got me right before I entered. If you somehow managed to come here — launch ‘Liqifood’, you wanted to taste it, and forget about me. I know you as one of the strongest and toughest; I think you won’t give up easily. I’m sorry, I love you, I have to go before I lose my mind completely.”

Helena felt sorry for her, but she knew this person was now either dead or had turned into a werewolf. She didn’t know anything about Aaron, so she could only guess what might have happened to him. Was he dead? Is he alive? It was impossible to answer these questions, but since he was not here. . . This place now belonged to her and she had to find out what ‘Liqifood’ was.

She returned to the hallway to close and lock the hatch properly, then she looked to see what the other rooms held in store for her. There was a kitchen, a bathroom and a wardrobe. After that, in the living room, she turned on the Laptop. It had various different games, and another potential source of answers in form of a file named ‘Instructions for The Vault.mp4’. “Very convenient. Maybe it’ll tell me something about ‘Liqifood’ and the electricity,” – with such thoughts, Helena clicked on the icon and the video began.

Right from the start, blueprints appeared on the screen. An unknown speaker was talking about every single advantage of ‘The Vault’. He mentioned ‘The Vault’ was getting power and heating (they had separated these systems) from automatic solar collectors and heat exchangers on the roof with snow and dust protection.

Another question that bothered Helena got an answer too: “ ‘HomeTech’ is pleased to mention ‘Liqifood’; an automatic system that ‘cooks’ various dishes and serves all common beverages. Their looks might surprise, but the taste and saturation effects will be the same as the food you are used to! And here’s another surprise: with proper consumption, normally two or three meals per day, ‘Liqifood’ can prepare food and drink for at least 20 years!”

“20 years? Holy Shit! Looks like I do not need to get out of this place for a long time!” - this phrase had surprised Helena, but the following one just knocked her out. “We have connected our shower system to the local reservoirs. Also, we added many filters; the water you can use to wash yourself is also good for drinking!” Helena already wanted to turn off the video and run to the shower, but she watched the video until the end. She didn’t want to miss any other surprise.

“Dear Aaron and Sonya, ‘HomeTech’ thanks you for choosing us! We got your requests about your ‘Love Nest’ and we trust you to bring your own furniture to it. We also installed ‘DigiCloset’ with an empty memory, so you could install everything you want yourselves! On that note, we leave you. ‘HomeTech’—making dreams come to life!”

After the end of the video, Helena dropped all her clothes on the floor and ran to the shower. In the bathroom she saw a toilet, a little chest of drawers and an enormous shower cabin hidden behind a transparent door. Helena’s reaction to a working hot shower was pure bliss, the feeling was priceless. She couldn’t believe what she got, it felt like something from another age, a long missed luxury. “Is this real? Am I dead and in heaven? Well, I’m feeling water flowing over my skin, so it is real! Looks like I found a new home, with power, heat, and a shower. Even if ‘Liqifood’ doesn’t work, I won’t change this place. I’ll try to find food, like I did before. If I could only understand why Aaron and Sonya wanted to add ‘DigiCloset’. . . ”—this question bothered Helena a bit, but she didn’t focus on it. She was trying to relax.

30 minutes later, Helena felt a rumbling in her stomach and she reluctantly left the shower cabin. She wrapped herself in a big towel from a drawer and went to the kitchen. It included a shelf with dishes, a sink and a gigantic machine that took up half of the room. The machine had a screen on its front and one tablet in a holder, both with the ‘Liqifood’ logo, ‘Turn On’ and ‘Turn Off’ buttons and a plate stand. Helena clicked on the ‘Turn On’ button with no hesitation, she hoped that it would work and. . . the tablet showed her a simple menu: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Drinks. Helena choose “Breakfast” and, a few minutes of reading later, she choose what she knew - parfait.

‘Liqifood’ requested one plate for the stand, otherwise it wouldn’t prepare a dish. She grabbed the first plate that she came across and put it on the stand. A few minutes later, ‘Liqifood’ dropped a small serving of yellow jelly on the plate. It left Helena confused since parfait doesn’t look like that. “What the hell? Why is this looking like a jelly? Miss Tran didn’t cook it like that in the orphanage! Whatever, why am I complaining? At least it works,” – she thought.

Helena tried to eat the jelly and to her surprise, it was delicious, the taste was like the original dessert. Now, with ‘Liqifood’ working, she could forget about going outside for food! “I need to come up with physical exercises; I do not want to lose my shape in these times,”—with such thoughts, Helena washed her plate and returned to the living room. She took from the third drawer a pair of shorts and a tank top and went to last unexplored part of the premise.

She opened the door, and it turned out to be a walk-in wardrobe. Helena saw one opened closet with many hangers, a black couch, a tall mirror and strange human-sized machine. It looked like the shower cabin but it also had a tablet, like ‘Liqifood’, and a black shiny door, instead of a transparent one like the shower. Because of that, Helena couldn’t see what was behind it, it showed nothing except her own reflection, but thanks to the big logo on a machine’s front panel, she figured out what it was: the ‘DigiCloset’.

She clicked on the tablet and it showed four options:

1. Clothes
2. Scanning
3. Reset
4. Shutdown

Helena knew that ‘DigiCloset’ was a station that allowed you to put on any piece of clothing that you choose from its database (which you can expand by buying new data). She had never used one of these because they were extremely expensive, but since there was a lack of clothes in ‘The Vault’, she decided to try it.

Because it was the first time she would use this ‘DigiCloset’ Helena clicked on ‘Scanning’ and, a few seconds later, the machine switched part of its interface, the black door, to a mirror and Helena could look at herself. A young woman with a slim figure, short red hair, green eyes, small nose and thin chapped lips—it was the first time she saw herself in the mirror since October.

After Scanning, she got access to the first option, ‘Clothes’. Helena clicked on it and the next menu left her muddled:

• Catsuits – 114;
• Leggings – 124;
• Skirts – 98;
• Shirts – 116;
• Blouses – 105;
• Breeches – 36;
• Jeans – 49;
• Cosplay – 200;
• Dresses – 149;
• Bodysuits – 79;
• Gloves – 39;
• Boots – 80;
• Masks – 156;
• Corsets – 27;
• Devious Devices – 162;
• Belts – 35;
• Skinsuits – 178;
• Outfits – 200;
• All;
• Make An Outfit;
• Options.

When she clicked on any of the items on the menu, all the choices showed pictures of a strange nature. Nothing in the form of normal street clothing, everything highly unusual.

“What the hell is this? Were they fetishists? I need to check options, maybe I’ll be able to switch it to normal clothes,”—Helena selected ‘Options’, where she discovered a small scroll of possibilities. She could erase all data, change the reboot period from 12 to 6 or 24 hours, swap material thickness from extremely thick to thin and medium-thick, remove extreme tightness and replace latex with leather, rubber or PVC.

“Well, I’ll stick to tank top and shorts, I won’t wear any of it,”—after this thought, Helena turned off ‘DigiCloset’ and went back to the living room. She was somewhat disappointed as the only clothing available to her were what she had in her recovered backpack or what was in that drawer. Not much to choose from in both cases. And this place did not feature a washing machine, so hand wash would be necessary. She did not like the idea to have to go outside for ‘Clothes Shopping’.

Some days have passed. Helena got used to her new home, making herself comfortable. She watched a bunch of videos on the camera and the Laptop and found out that Aaron and Sonya really were fetishists and they used to own a club named ‘The Rubberist’, where they carried out various extremely successful parties for latex fans. She currently was in ‘The Vault’ underneath said club, built and paid for with the money from the club. They had intended it to be their safe shelter and secret ‘Love Nest’ in one go.

Aaron was an operator behind the scenes; he wasn’t a fan of appearances on camera, while Sonya was always the center of attention. She knew how to look gorgeous and the latex emphasized her attractiveness.

These videos didn’t convince Helena to try latex, but at least she understood why some people loved to wear various latex clothes. Thanks to these videos, she also realized that her favorite chair and the bed were shiny and creaky because an unknown company had made them using latex, but that didn’t stop her from using them, especially the chair.

The only thing that was bothering her was the lack of a clock, so she used the Laptop instead. Otherwise, her daily routine was much the same as before the outbreak: breakfast, exercises, lunch, reading, computer games (sometimes movies or music), dinner and then 8 hours of sleep.

However, thanks to the calendar on the Laptop, Helena knew that today was Christmas, which she loved to celebrate. She ‘cooked’ meatloaf, found champagne in the ‘Liqifood’s’ ‘Drinks’ category and turned on “Home Alone”, her favorite Christmas movie. She had prepared almost everything, except for an ugly Christmas sweater. Helena tried to find it in the closets, but she found nothing suitable.

Because of that, ‘DigiCloset’ came to her mind. “Why am I even thinking about it? I don’t like latex at all! I should’ve deleted the data. I need to switch my mind to something else,”—Helena tried to push these thoughts away from her head. She clicked ‘Play’ on the TV-remote and watched the movie. She went to play some games on the Laptop, but, unfortunately, ‘DigiCloset’ didn’t leave her mind that easily.

“Maybe it’s not that bad? At least Sonya wasn’t suffering from wearing it on camera. No, I am not a fetishist!" —Helena tried to deny her desire, but then she remembered a little detail. — “Well no one will judge me for it. After all, I am living here alone. I guess trying on one latex dress won’t be that bad. I just want to satisfy my curiosity. Yes, curiosity”.

Helena turned off the Laptop and went into to wardrobe. As she had been drinking Champagne all day long she was somewhat tipsy and was feeling reckless. She decided to go all-in and try out one of the more daring options. She clicked on ‘Outfits’ and chose ‘Total Enclosure Party’. Something not at all appropriate for a latex newbie.

The ‘DigiCloset’ opened its black door and Helena saw an instruction on the tablet: “Undress and Proceed. If you won’t undress, your clothes may get damaged.” Helena listened to the machine, undressed, and a few seconds later, she entered into the ‘DigiCloset’. The ‘DC’ closed the doors behind her and Helena couldn’t see anything at first, but a few seconds later, light poured from its walls. Metallic arms appeared from the right and left side of the ‘DC’ and they formed one big circle above Helena’s head. At the same time, a second pair of arms sprayed her body with a liquid; she felt cold after that. Helena tried to rub herself with her hands, but. . . the metal arms grabbed them!

“Do not try to warm up your body; otherwise, the cooling spray will rub off and won’t be able to protect you from the high temperature,” the ‘DigiCloset’ explained.

“High temperature?” Helena said in a shocked voice.

“The ‘Total Enclosure Party’ outfit requires cooling spray because this outfit covers your body in latex from head to toe. ‘DigiCloset’ will open automatically after a set period and later, after the preset wearing time, you will be able to take off your outfit to avoid overheating. Close your eyes, the liquid latex may cause damage to them otherwise,” the ‘DC’ commented further.

This fact shocked Helena. She tried to release herself from the metal arms, but she couldn’t do anything, they were holding her hands in a tight grip. An empty space above her head (within the circle) got filled with something black and squeaky and rubbery, and she decided to follow the advice. Helena heard that the circle was coming down from the ‘DC’s’ ceiling and then. . . she felt latex around her head. It was tightening around her, it was hiding her away from the world, it was replacing her pale skin with an artificial material.

She desperately tried to catch a breath; she didn’t want to pass out from lack of oxygen, although it was difficult due to the new smell: the smell of latex. To make things worse, Helena also felt something long pushing inside her mouth, so big that she was unable to clench her teeth. She opened her eyes and tried to touch it, but the metal arms did not let her do it. Helena could barely see, everything around her was blurred and dark. She wanted to pull the latex from her face, she wanted to see something again, but it was impossible.

Meanwhile, the circle continued its decent to the floor, covering Helena with latex. It wrapped her neck and shoulders with latex right after her head, but then Helena felt something heavy around them. For some reason, she couldn’t move her head at all, as if something held her and didn’t let it go. At that moment, Helena remembered one of the videos she had watched, where she had seen something massive around Sonya’s neck, which made her unable to turn her head, and Aaron had called it a ’neck corset’.

The latex was changing her body, taking care of every single inch of it and when the circle went down to her breasts. . . the latex made them bigger, almost like small balls. This amount of load was unusual for Helena, she almost fell to the ground, but metal arms were holding her well.

However, the most interesting processes were yet to come. In addition to the latex coating, a black rubber corset tightened around her waist. Helena started to cry from the pain, but she realized that the cooling spray under her latex hood didn’t allow her tears to fall down.

In the meantime, the metal arms finally released her hands, but the circle immediately covered them with a thin layer of latex and then one pair of latex opera gloves very quickly. Helena didn’t feel them (compared to her new breasts) at first, but they later turned into a big problem because of the mittens. They covered her fingers and she lost the ability to use them.

Unfortunately (for Helena), this wasn’t the end. Another problem occupied her mind. She felt something grow inside her pussy and ass, something big and long with weak vibrations. Helena groaned from the pain, she wanted to pull that thing from her pussy, but she found out: it was impossible to do that because of the latex covering her body.

A few seconds later, Helena felt an extreme compression of her feet and a height increase. She remembered that Sonya loved to wear high-heeled ballet-boots and she understood that her height had changed because of them. Helena sensed the pain because of these boots, but she tried to ignore it.

“Please, tell me that’s all! I want to get out of here! Let me go!” – Helena wanted to yell at the ‘DigiCloset’ because of the pain it caused her, but she couldn’t say anything, only groan.

Meanwhile, the metal arms that had been holding Helena during the first part of her transformation, transformed into another circle. They went down to the floor faster than the first circle. Helena could barely see because of the latex, but when these arms passed around her head – everything turned even more blurry and darker than before. She felt more pressure on her head, shoulders and body, as if something was hugging her very tight. The ‘DigiCloset’ sprayed Helena again and then opened its doors.

She barely managed to walk out into the light of the wardrobe and the ‘DigiCloset’ turned itself off quickly. Helena tried to rip off the latex from herself, but because of the mittens, she couldn’t get a grip or move it at all. She then noticed that she could see better in the light of the wardrobe.

Next she paid attention to the mirror near the ‘DigiCloset’ and what she saw there left her in shock. A tall woman with gasmask that sealed her face off, a long cloak and scarf that hid a neck corset, a long black hobble dress with wide sleeves (which hid her big breasts, corset, gloves and boots). These layers of black latex were pressuring every single inch of her body, and they had drastically changed her appearance.

Helena wasn’t tall at all, her height was an average 5’ 4”, but because of the high heels, that number had changed to 6’ 2’’. Helena’s breasts had also changed, her normal B-cup had turned into a DD-cup. Thanks to the corset, her figure had gained an hourglass shape, while thighs and buttocks turned out much bigger than before.

Helena looked like a latex doll and she knew she had to deal with it for an indefinite time. She did not know what the preset wearing time of the ‘DigiCloset’ was, it might be as long as 24 hours. She now cursed herself for not reading the instructions before using the ‘DC’.

Helena was trying to walk as slowly as possible. She didn’t want to fall to the ground because she wasn’t sure that she would be able to get up again. After all, she didn’t have a choice, the hobble dress severely limited her abilities to move. This immobility was scaring her, Helena did not know what to do, she was close to panicking, wanted to take the latex off, but she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t want to go insane because of this isolation.

Suddenly, she felt strange vibrations starting all over her body; the strongest were inside her pussy and ass. It was as if someone was caressing her whole body. Everywhere at the same time. Also all her holes were being fucked at once. The thing in her mouth grew so big that she thought that she might suffocate, needlessly because she could breathe through the tube it formed. In her ass and pussy she felt the biggest intruders that she had ever experienced.

Helena fell onto the near couch and began to experience something that she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams. Encased in many layers of latex, with various vibrating plugs, transformed into latex creature with blank facial features, big breasts and buttocks – this was something else.

“I need to remove these things, I have to resist, I have to do it,” – she desperately tried to reach the plugs inside her pussy and ass, but she wasn’t able to do so because of the latex dress.

The vibrations were getting more and more intense, Helena’s despair was increasing, she wanted to call out for help (despite the fact that no one was there who could set her free from the latex), but the only thing she could do was to start moaning. Helena could not resist the vibrations, her thoughts, her desperation and her frustrations were fading away, she wanted to stay clear headed, but it was getting more and more difficult.

You could call it a desperate last measure but Helena attempted to grab the latex mask and tear it apart, but because of the mittens, she failed.

In the end, Helena stopped every resistance; the vibrations were too strong, felt too good. Moans filled the wardrobe; Helena succumbed to the vibrations, started to feel. . . pleasure, a lot of pleasure, too much pleasure to tolerate. These sensations ‘broke’ Helena, she was moaning so loud that any werewolf could’ve heard her if it were nearby. Thankfully, the werewolves were no longer a problem; she was safe in an underground vault, totally isolated from the world, left to herself and the newfound methods to receive an incredible amount of pleasure.

Helena, for a brief moment, continued to think that the latex isolation would make her go crazy, but now she didn’t care anymore, she wanted more and more. Meanwhile, the outfit, for some reason, was getting tighter and tighter, the latex pressured her body even more, squeaking in the process. Because of that, she was descending into madness further.

For the past two months, Helena had been trying to survive no matter what. The new, changed world had looked like a living Hell for her, and for the first time since the Outbreak she felt herself in Heaven.

Helena could barely see, hear or move, but as long as the plugs and the suit were vibrating – she was enjoying it. Unfortunately for Helena the suit did not let her reach the desired climax. It took her close to the edge and then reduced the vibrations, leaving her unsatisfied. Because of the outfit she was wearing she could do nothing to help herself reach orgasm. After many cycles of this, at the end of an extremely frustrating one, she noticed a subtle change in the tightness of the suit. A few minutes later, she reached an orgasm like never before and the vibrations stopped. She let out a long loud groan and passed out, exhausted from her new experience.

Chapter 2

The decision to run away from home without shoes while wearing only a simple t-shirt and shorts had been a horrible idea, but as long as she stayed alive – it didn’t matter. Helena had run away from Lansing eventually, she had hoped that the monsters would not stalk her in the woods and, who knows – maybe she would end up in a random cabin, where someone might be able to help her.

Unfortunately, the werewolves had different plans and the only thing she could do was to keep running. She had no idea how much time had passed. Right now Helena was running as fast as possible, but she had the feeling that those creatures were looking for her, closing in and waiting to strike. To make things worse, Helena was hearing distant roars and, as she thought, the sound of falling trees. She was running out of strength and breath, her legs were suffering from prolonged exertion and as she was about to lose this race - Helena saw an old wooden bridge.

“If I cross the bridge and break it – I’ll be able to catch a breath,” – with such thoughts, Helena made her first step. As she was getting closer to the other side, hoping that those thin wooden boards would hold up, keeping her from falling into the pit below, five werewolves managed to find her. They jumped onto the bridge in order to catch and kill Helena, but because of their weight, the boards snapped and all of them fell in the deep dark pit. Helena desperately tried to hold on to a wooden board, but she was too exhausted. Because of this, a few seconds later, she fell into the pit too. Everything went black.

Next Helena found herself in a parking lot. She had no idea how she had survived or ended up there, but at least those monsters were no longer stalking her. There were other problems however. She felt a strange pressure all over her body, her vision - blurred, her breathing - heavy and she couldn’t feel her hands. Helena tried to stand up, but it turned into another problem because of. . . high heels. She couldn’t remember how she ended up wearing shoes with such heels in the first place. Without the use of her hands she had no way of taking them off.

Eventually, she decided to crawl to a wall nearby and, after many attempts (it’s not easy to get up while you wear such heels), Helena managed to stand up. During those long moments, she did not hear a single sound, which was strange, considering that the lot was looking devastated. Broken walls, overturned cars, shattered glass on the ground, dark stains on the asphalt – apparently the werewolves had been here, but had decided to leave this place. Why? Hard to say, but it didn’t bother Helena. She wanted to remember the last couple of hours and solve some questions: what had happened to her body, what she can do to fix those issues and where she can find a place to stay?

Helena decided to walk slowly and as silently as possible; she wasn’t sure that this place was safe and the high heels were not making things easier (because of clicking noise they were making). She was trying to recollect yesterday’s events, but these endeavors led her to nothing. Her brain was like an empty list or a CD without tracks – there were no memories related to the parking lot. She could only hope to find something that might help her to remember.

A few minutes later, Helena discovered a metallic door with an “Open Me” sign. She slightly pushed the door and it revealed a dark room. For some reason that Helena could not explain, she decided to go in there and, suddenly, a light went on and revealed a room full of mirrors. Helena saw herself in one of them and everything became clear: something or someone had encased her in a skin-tight latex suit with no visible seams!

She got out from the room as quickly as possible. She tried to remove the suit, but her hands were sealed away by latex mittens and she couldn’t grab the gasmask she was wearing. Out of desperation, Helena decided to cut the latex by using a piece of glass from the ground, but the hobble dress she was wearing strictly limited her mobility. She could not even bend down! Helena had no idea what to do. She was afraid of the idea to be stuck in the suit forever. She decided to call for help and as she was about to do that. . .

Helena woke up lying on a couch and screamed, but because of one big and long gag in her mouth, it turned into a long moan. At first she could not understand why she was in this state, but quickly remembered what had happened before – she had been drunk, made a stupid mistake and now she was isolated from the world in a multi-layered latex suit.

She decided to check the DigiCloset, as she was thinking that the ‘DC’ might have rebooted by now and she could set herself free. She knew that the DigiCloset went through a reboot after a certain amount of time, and perhaps it was now ready to remove all the latex from her.

Helena spread her arms on the back of the couch and tried to stand up, but she lacked the strength to push herself away from it and get on her feet. “That’s strange. I used to throw bricks at the werewolves, and now I can’t get up from this couch. Never thought this might happen to me,” - with such a line of thinking, Helena decided to focus her eyes on ‘DC’s control panel, hoping to see at least some information.

Alas, there was nothing to see, except for a black screen, not even a timer to tell her how long until the next reboot (just her own blank face beneath the gasmask and layers of latex). If she had read the whole manual, she would have known how to switch on this feature. Helena, out of frustration, wanted to throw something at the machine, but she couldn’t do that, thanks to the latex mittens.

Thankfully, she came up with a new idea how to get out of her latex prison. Helena decided to lean on an armrest of her couch and after one push – she stood up. Leaning against the wall, Helena slowly (and noisily because of the squeaky latex) made her way to the kitchen. Getting there was a challenge in itself because of the tight latex dress and the high-heeled shoes, but she had a plan and this plan required something from the kitchen.

She wanted to try to rip her latex suit by putting the ball of the mitten that covered her hand into a cupboard, closing the door with her other hand, and pulling as hard as she could. However, her plan didn’t consider one thing: who would open the cupboard for her? She could not touch, lest grip anything properly!

Luckily, Helena found a solution – her own elbows. She raised her hands from the cloak, causing the sleeves of her dress to drop on her shoulders, then - wrapped the handle of a cupboard with her elbows and opened it with no problem. Helena put her hand in there, closed the cupboard with a push of her other hand and began to pull as hard as she could. The suit, to her surprise, didn’t even give an inch, much less tear. The latex was extremely tight and durable, which is why this trick didn’t work at all.

A few attempts later, Helena decided to stop and take a break. She left the cupboard opened and went into the hallway. However, she didn’t stay idle for long. Realizing that she needed to do something, Helena decided to practice walking in these super high heels without relying on a wall. Despite her very limited mobility, she was slowly getting used to making small steps. Of course, sneakers or socks would have been more preferable for her, but she found the heels quite elegant.

The more she remembered those videos she had watched earlier that showed fetish parties and how Sonya was walking in similar heels, the more Helena began to walk in a similar way. The pain no longer seemed so excruciating. She even liked it. The smell of latex, the squeaks it was making, the way it shaped and hugged her body, the plugs inside her - she began to love it and thinking about encasing herself even further, until. . . she snapped out of it.

“What am I even thinking?! That’s insane! I need to get it off, I don’t want to end up as a latex doll forever!” – with this idea, Helena returned to the kitchen, put her hand in the cupboard and began to pull again.

This time some progress was noticeable: she felt her fingers for the first time since “The Incident”. She could even slightly move them as the latex was stretching. Maybe she’d be able to set herself free! Unfortunately, the latex, with a loud snap and something like a slap (like being alive, with an intention to punish her), tightened around her hand once again.

The next attempts led to nothing as the latex would not stretch again. She could not shake the feeling that the suit was making fun of her. Frustrated Helena left the kitchen and returned to the living room, not knowing what to do now.

Helena, after several futile attempts to ease the pressure from her neck corset, decided to try to launch a random movie from the laptop. She had gotten used to using her elbows instead of her hands, so it wasn’t going to be a big problem.

She opened a folder and noticed one special mp4 file. It didn’t have any preview or description – just some simple numbers instead of a title: “4+1”. This file caught Helena’s attention and she decided to click on it. After that, she adjusted her cloak and skirt, sat down on her favorite latex chair and began to watch the movie.

Four dark figures appeared on the screen before her eyes. Two men and two women were sitting on various thrones, wearing skintight latex suits that were emphasizing their physical attractiveness. They looked like almighty Greek Gods, but depicted in shiny black marble, and seemed to be high above all of us mortals and any possible problems.

The camera filmed them for a few more minutes, until a naked woman came to them. She spoke a language that Helena didn’t know - she hadn’t had time to buy a translator chip, but her emotions, tone of voice and gestures, like kneeling, were hinting at a request of life and death. She stopped talking and there was silence in the air for a short time.

The figures approached her and one of them kissed her, while the others started to caress her body. Because of these gestures from the figures, the woman’s skin gradually changed. Latex began to cover her body, and she apparently began to experience endless pleasure from this.

“That’s literally me,” – Helena though, surprised by the movie. It showed her some events that she had, partially, experienced not so long ago. The DigiCloset had encased Helena in multi-layered latex and despite the fact that she desperately wanted to take it off - she was remembering the moments of endless pleasure and how she had wanted to restrain herself even more. After all, there were so many “Outfits” in ‘DC’, who knew what it had in store for her. . .

Helena returned from the flight of fantasy back to earth and put the film on pause. “Damn it! Why do I like it? I’m going crazy, I have to stop watching it,” - went through her shocked mind. While Helena was thinking about it, she leaned on an armrest of her chair and stood up. The fact that her thinking about safety and normal food were turning into dark and kinky fantasies was scaring her.

She didn’t know what to do about it, she had no one to talk to. Helena went back to the DigiCloset; she decided to try to turn ‘DC’ on before its reboot. “Maybe it has an hidden extra set of emergency buttons? There has to be something!” – Helena was looking for them desperately; she was almost panicking. To her misfortune, she found nothing but tightly screwed bolts.

How much time will pass, in which this suit will be her prison? Or has this suit revealed Helena’s true self? What if she wanted this all along?

Helena decided to return to the living room and finish watching the movie. She was hoping to kill some more time or even catch a nap, not admitting to herself that she intensely liked what she saw. That woman finally turned into the same latex figure that the others already were. It looked like an elevation. She was looking like a Goddess; our earthly problems were as far from her now as we are distant from the sun.

The only thing that was bothering the new Goddess – how to get more pleasure? She began to caress herself, touching her breasts and intimate places, her loud moans filled the whole room. The other figures decided to join her. They (snapping their forefingers) isolated themselves from the world inside a soft rubber room and, like wild animals, pounced on the fifth figure.

What happened next was something that definitely violates all possible age ratings. Various poses, different, sometimes inhuman moans and groans, pleasure atop pleasure, games with intimate places, writhing – movies like this get an “X” rating without any discussions. However, this was just the beginning.

One of the figures took on a multi-armed form and attached to its blank face a gas mask with a very long tube and then it gave similar masks to the others using the newly acquired arms. Sealed within latex, they were caressing each other and breathing loudly, trying to reach climax in unison. One of the figures even reached out with its hands towards the camera, as if wanting to touch the person that was filming what they were doing.

Helena was looking at the screen, eyes wide open, trying not to miss a single moment. She had used to fight, albeit with some difficulty, to suppress her deepest desires, but now she was tired from this meaningless fight. She was watching what was happening with ever increasing arousal. Finally she gave in, surrendering completely.

It’s hard to say why she gave up. Maybe this film finally pushed aside the boundaries of her mind and gave free rein to her kinky fantasies. Maybe she just couldn’t stand the isolation inside the suit anymore, maybe overheating kicked in. Maybe deep inside she wanted it, but didn’t know until now, maybe everything at once - now it didn’t matter. She began to caress herself. It wasn’t easy with the mittens, but she didn’t care and kept going, hoping to reach an orgasm.

The suit seemed to sense this (as if it were alive) and the plugs inside her pussy and ass started working with triple force. The whole suit started to tighten, intensely caressing her body and playing with her nipples. The long gag in her mouth began throbbing, forcing her to start sucking. She totally gave herself over to the suit, bathing in pleasure.

Just like yesterday, she began moaning very loud. She had no thoughts left inside her mind anymore, except for one wish: more pressure, caresses and vibrations. The Latex wiped away all deceptions; Helena was gone. The suit had replaced her by an unintelligent Latex Doll that wanted nothing but infinite orgasms and those plugs and the suit were able to give her just that. The Doll even cried, but not from pain. It was crying for joy, grateful to be given this opportunity for almost infinite pleasure.

The film ended, but that didn’t stop The Doll from further indulging in self-gratification. It even fell from its chair, but The Doll did not give a damn about that, an orgasm was the only important thing it needed. It wasn’t interested in thinking or talking, that was something important for other people but not for The Doll. What was important for it was a source of endless pleasure and a fantastic appearance, and it had both.

A few seconds later, it came for the first time today, arching its back, feeling the suit sucking on its nipples, slowly rolling on the living room floor. Our world wasn’t a matter anymore to The Doll, not when another orgasm was about to hit it again.

No one knows how much longer this could have gone on, but after many orgasms, the suit sensed that The Doll had reached its limits. After one final mind-shaking orgasm The Doll passed out and the toys inside and around it stopped their work and exhausted as it was it did not come to. The Doll was sleeping soundly and it was satisfied.

A loud beep came from the wardrobe and Helena woke up. She was a little ashamed of what had happened a few hours ago, but for the first time - she stopped blaming herself for getting such pleasure from wearing the heavy latex suit. However, when she saw on the control panel of the DigiCloset a notification that ‘DC’ was now ready to release her from the suit and she only had to step in - she happily did so. The machine took off her suit quickly, Helena didn’t even blink and after this she went to take a long hot shower.

She was later sitting in the kitchen for a long time, still wrapped in a towel, after a hearty breakfast, remembering everything from the recent hours. Helena admitted to herself that she wanted to repeat this experience, but she also understood that there had to be limits that she shouldn’t cross, otherwise her mind would be wiped out and The Doll would replace her once again.

To prevent this from happening, Helena decided to wear simpler latex clothing for the time being. Helena noticed that she never had the idea to refuse wearing latex totally, it never occurred to her that she didn’t want to do so. She really liked it, despite the fact that her first experience had been far from perfect.

Finally Helena got out of the kitchen and went into the wardrobe. There she took the manual and, going to the living room, read all of it, to make sure that there would be no more surprises. Then she set the DigiCloset to a 6-hour reboot period, chose a long red latex dress, a pair of long gloves, a pair of high-heeled shoes and after using the newly found make-up products, entered inside ‘DC’ once again.

This time the machine did not need to work very long. The metal arms formed a circle above her head, inside of which red liquid latex was visible, and, after this step, the circle quickly moved down along Helena and dressed her in the clothes she had chosen. She left ‘DC’, fully prepared for the upcoming holidays.

The preparations for the New Year’s celebrations went off without a hitch. Helena was changing her looks every day, becoming either a strict secretary with a white transparent blouse made of latex and a black skirt, or a nurse ready to cure anyone of a hangover, or EDI, an attractive robot from Mass Effect 3, one of her favorite games - she sure wasn’t getting bored. She even tried to wear ballet heels with classic black catsuit and tight corset, but changed the outfit later - it was hard to wear such shoes.

The only moment Helena felt stress occurred when she tried to retrieve her backpack from upstairs. She managed to do that, but she tried hard not to disturb anything or leave traces. Nobody from outside should be able to notice her hiding place. After this, she closed the hatch again and switched her focus to the coming New Year’s party, instantly blocking out the outside world.

Helena’s faith in New Year’s miracles had always been a subject that either faded away or ignited with renewed vigor. This time it definitely reignited. A new home, a new source of food and water, an opportunity to wear very exotic clothes, a means to still her bodily urges, – if that wasn’t a miracle then it was hard to say what else it could be.

However something very unusual happened once again. Helena was about to celebrate the New Year surrounded by her favorite food and watching “Die Hard”, when suddenly she heard a noise coming from the hatch. At first she thought it sounded like scratching but then she realized. . .

Someone was knocking on the hatch!