You.
Encased head to toe in latex. More than that. Every orifice plugged with more latex.
Tubes running through the latex let you breathe, let liquid food and water be injected into your stomach, let wastes to be extracted when necessary.
Electrodes on and in all the places you’re going to wish they weren’t.
Every millimeter of your body is encased, and you can’t see nor hear nor speak.
Then the next layer, as tight fitting as the first, but this has integral heelless ballet boots and bondage mitts. Liquid rubber is applied, gluing your legs together, your arms wrapped around you in a reverse straitjacket.
The third layer is a smooth cocoon designed to fit over your now helplessly bound form. Tubes and wires threaded through to connect with the devices on and inside of you. Pleasure and pain like you never even imagined possible.
No escape is possible, you can be kept like this indefinitely.
All of the above, then placed in a tube of clear wax that solidifies as it cools. On display like a bug frozen in amber.
Or should it instead be polycarbonate acrylic? Either way, once it sets, there is no escape.
Readouts indicating mobility ticking down. 6%. 2%. 0.01%.
0%.
…Technically, .0001%, the barest mobility remains from all the intense thrashing and flailing, or at least how intense it would be if not for the encasement.
High in the room’s corners, four discrete cameras focus on a solitary, unmoving, and silent figure, utterly still, utterly silent.
There is no trace of the frantic, desperate struggle to escape your prison, not a hint of the screams ringing in her mind. Nary a tremor to see as the thick plugs pulsate and undulate. Lengthening, rotating deep inside her accompanied by phantom mouths suckling on her sensitive reasts, matched by electrodes that unleash hell. Cruel jolts start at the base of the plugs and cascade up the shafts just as the you are about to reach climax.
Hung between heaven and hell. The prisoner’s mental pathways are rewritten. Pain and pleasure become indistinguishable.
The watcher from afar can only marvel at true latex perfection, completely oblivious to the delectable, intense cruel torment being endured.
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Your watcher stares at it; a solid cylinder of bulletproof polycarbonate, crystal clear, the woman entombed within it. Swathed head to toe in ebon black, a single umbilical. No sign or clue to her identity. Nothing but gloss inside. The watcher leans in as their gloved hand rubs over the glass. If they looked closer, maybe their gaze could penetrate the barrier and uncover the secrets of her confinement. But no. It was hidden. Sealed within layers of glossy black rubber and the cold, impenetrable walls of her prison. And there was no need to do so, after all.
Locked away in your personal hedonistic prison of bliss, computer-controlled, maintaining your body temperature, hydration, nutrition, electrodes to stimulate muscle tone, mechanical pumps breathing for you, it has taken complete control of every bodily function.
You hang there in mid air, suspended in a solid clear cylindrical mass, an exquisite latex sculpture to be marveled at but never touched.
Within the solid cylinder there is no indication of the passage of time. The computer has complete control of every bodily function, the cycle of sleeping and waking are precision timed.
Insanity is not its goal, if it wanted to drive you out of your mind it would have done so already.
What it wants from you is far more insidious. It wants ….. your
Absolute
Total
Willing
surrender.
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Images and most of the story, an Xmas gift in the second person about someone (could possibly be Phantom 👀f)
rom the insanely powerful Rubbermatt. (See Linktree for more galleries of his)
Also for older pics, check out this link.
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