Mariko's Rubber Suit
By: Killing Frost
Dedicated to DarkTemptress with love, for inspirational comments
and for some technical information on various subjects. ILY!
Chapter One
One cold, cloudy evening in March, Mariko Kusanagi was taking
out her garbage. As the icy wind whipped her raven hair across her
eyes, the 20 year-old college student grew angry as she spied someone
else's trash set out next to her own garbage can. As Mariko approached,
she noticed the contents peeking from the open paper bag and saw that it
contained liquid black rubber. Bending down, she took a closer look at
the strange contents of the large bag and saw boot tops peeking out as
well.
"Someone left their kinky clothing in my trash?" she asked
herself as she crouched to examine some of the contents. The shiny
black garment whispered invitingly to her sense of curiosity as she put
her garbage in her trash can, looking around to see if anyone was
watching. Seeing no one, she picked up the paper bag and walked quickly
and guiltily back into her apartment, praying no one would witness.
Back inside her apartment, Mariko dumped the contents out onto
her kitchen table, and was shocked to see the assortment of rubber
clothing that spilled from the bag. Sorting through the items, Mariko
found a pair of strange, knee-high rubber boots with incredible, six
inch heels and with locking metal bands around the ankles and calves, a
locking 2-inch wide stainless steel collar, assorted straps and hoses,
and a shiny, black rubber suit with an evil looking hood. Mariko could
see that when worn, only the wearer's neck, knees, forearms and eyes
would be visible.
Examining the erotic garment, Mariko marveled at the hard crotch
plate. It had two covers over the wearer's pussy and ass, and some
manner of plug socket between the two covers. The covers each had
small, handcuff style key holes. Concentric circles in the covers
surrounded a capped connector for some mysterious reason. The legs of
the suit were semi-stiff and came down to the wearer's knees, ending in
a stiff ring to which were attached four D-rings around each of the
wearer's knees. Stiff ribbing down the length of the legs along the
inner and outer thigh appeared to keep the suit leg from being pulled
up, apparently to insure the D-rings at the knees stayed put. The hips
of the suit also sported four more of the D-rings, two on either side in
front and back.
On each hip, bonded to the suit, were gloves with stiff little
clasps that locked around the suit occupant's wrists, looking as if once
the wearer's hands were within the gloves, they would be unable to
remove them! The narrow waist of the suit appeared to contain some
manner of boned corset that would mold the wearer's waist from hip to
breast. The hard breast covers each had more of the strange, locking
covers, just like the pussy and ass of the liquid-midnight bodysuit,
displaying more of the capped connectors. Like the hips, the suit's
shoulders had more of the wicked D-rings. Whoever wore the kinky suit
would find themselves easily restrained, if the numerous rings were any
indication.
Mariko slipped a hand up the suit's leg and nearly jerked it
free again as her questing hand came in contact with two large phalluses
in the crotch of the suit. Wrapping her small fingers around the fleshy
things, Mariko's sex dampened as a flush stole through her. To be
locked within the suit, filled by these. Unable to remove them. Would
they vibrate? Did they wriggle and churn? Mariko had seen a number of
vibrators advertised on the internet and wonders if these would ravish
the captive occupant whether she wanted it or not, and the thought of it
sent a delicious little thrill through her loins. Her small, exploring
fingers stroked the long, thick, fleshy shafts and wondered what they
would feel like...locked in the suit with them. Trapped and at their
mercy as they did unimaginable things to her defenseless body. How
could she make something like that stop? Where was the control device?
Did it mean she couldn't operate the suit? Should she buy one of those
universal remotes and try it? Reluctantly releasing the lovely cocks,
Mariko reached deeper into the bodysuit and felt the boned corset. The
stiff band resisted all her efforts to bend it, and she wondered what it
would be like to be squeezed in it as her hands caressed the butter-soft
rubber lining.
At the end of her reach, Mariko removed her hand and felt within
the neck of the suit, into the hard breast covers. They appeared to be
snugly ringed around the base of the occupan't's breasts. The cups were
lined again with the same butter-soft, rubber lining as the rest of the
suit. Feeling inside for the locked covers over the nipples, Mariko
found a warm little indentation where the wearer's nipples would rest.
She noticed another locked cover between the breasts on the front of the
suit, and another capped connector immediately below it. Removing her
hand from the locked neck of the suit, Mariko frustratedly looked around
for the keys as she tried to remove the suit's nipple covers, but didn't
see them among the equipment.
Turning the suit over, Mariko found a heavy zipper travelling up
the spine from tailbone to neck, ending in a sturdy looking little lock
on the high, snug collar. It too was locked and resisted her attempts
to open it. Adorning the suit in back were a pair of straps on either
side of the zipper, evidently intended to encircle the occupant's
elbows. With the straps connected together and pulled tight, the
vulnerable wearer would find her elbows drawn together behind her back,
helpless to reach the wicked strap! She pondered the wearer, her hands
locked within the gloves at her hips and her elbows drawn together
behind her and shuddered, but her pussy thrilled and grew all the
damper. What must it be like to be held in such a manner, helpless to
free herself, unable to eve open a door to escape the bedroom, her
fingers useless, those hard cocks filling her pussy and ass, unable to
escape that evil looking hood?
Picking up the scary looking hood, She could see another of the
covers over the mouth, and Mariko shuddered at the dark, empty eyes of
the thing. The frightening hood had D-rings encircling the brow of the
head another ring on the top, and a locking zipper in back, ending in a
small metal collar where the wearer's hair could emerge in a ponytail.
Immediately above that, Mariko could see yet another of the capped
connectors . Experimentally, she unscrewed the cap and after putting
her hand into the hood's interior, blew into the connector. The lining
of the hood inflated, but then almost immediately deflated again as the
trapped air bled through the soft rubbery lining of the hood. Was the
suit ruined or something? Was this why she found it next to her trash?
At the neck of the hood on the left, mariko found another of the
electrical connectors like the one between the suit's legs. The hood
was electrical?
Looking into the open neck of the hood to see what the
electrical connector was for, Mariko was horrified! Attached to the
locked cover over the hood's mouth was some kind of huge, ugly...thing
that fit into the wearer's mouth! It looked like a set of dentures
wrapped around a cock! That was by far not the worst thing. Hellishly
sprouting from the nostrils inside the hood were two very long, very
frightening tubes!
Mariko dropped the sickening hood and shook her head in horror
at the grisly device. How could anyone wear such a fiendish thing! It
was... There were just no words! To even consider wearing such a...
Who could design such a... Gods! What manner of thing had she found?
Mariko's stomach churned and she felt sick at the thought of wearing
such an evil thing. It was hellish! Unbelievably hellish!
Examining the power adapter, she found it had four identical
outlet plugs. Mariko soon found the two other sockets for the
additional plugs at the tops of the boots. The boots were electrical
too?Mariko found that the plugs would lock in place with a quarter turn,
preventing the plugs from being accidentally disconnected. Why? Why
would boots need to be... The thought of what it could mean almost
paralyzed Mariko as she sat at the table, her heart hammering. Looking
into one of the boots rewarded Mariko with yet another prize! Reaching
into the boot to withdraw whatever it was, she immediately dropped the
horrid thing and recoiled from the monstrous thing. It was...it was
another of those gag things with the dentures around it, but this...
Mariko couldn't grasp it. It was just like the mouthpiece in the hood,
but with this one, there was some type of semi-oval tube. Some kind of
airway that...that...went down the person's throat! It split into two
hoses around the...it evidently connected to the nose tubes! Absolutely
worst of all, it cradled a long, floppy cock! It...it went down the
person's throat!
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! It was unbelievable! To be held captive
in the suit, forced to deepthroat that...it was unbelievable! Mariko
swallowed reflexively at the thought of it going down her own throat and
she moaned. It was a nightmare! Gods, the absolute perversion of it!
Mariko sat in shock at the sight of the disgusting thing in front of her
very eyes, and again her throat swallowed greedily, excitedly, hungrily.
What was happening to her? What was happening!
Trembling at her shocking thoughts, Mariko set aside the hellish
thing and next examined the beautiful steel collar. The gleaming silver
band was fully a quarter inch thick steel, 2 inches wide, with an
integrated lock and hinge, smoothly flush with the band. A small, thick
ring swung from the collar's front, providing a place to lock a chain or
leash to the gorgeous ribbon of steel. Mariko was surprised by it's
weight and it felt heavy in her small hands. Whomever wore this thing
locked around her neck would know it's dread weight to the very depths
of her soul, and a delicious tingle ran through her from her nipples to
her now flushed and needy sex. Her fingers caressed her wanton
femininity through her snug jeans as she examined the collection of gear
she'd found, curiosity making her imagine herself in the hard torso, her
pussy and ass completely filled, unable to touch herself through the
hard material, a helpless prisoner of rubber, plastic and steel.
Shocked at her own response to the suit, Mariko reluctantly moved from
her moistening panties to the other boot.
Mariko quickly found a set of keys for the suit inside. The
ring contained three sets of twin keys. One pair of keys opened the
beautiful steel collar, another pair fit all the plugs and wrist cuffs
of the strange suit, and the last pair fit the hood, the suit's zipper
and boots. One key remained missing. The small, locked cover between
the breasts appeared to have no key at all, and Mariko curiously
wondered what lay beneath it. The pointed toe boots were beautifully
crafted, with six inch, stiletto heels, and without a single seam
evident on the outside, just like the suit. The calves and ankles of
the boots had locking steel bands, and more D-rings decorated the calves
and the soles of the pointed toes, beneath the arches of the wearer's
feet. How the wearer could possibly walk in the sadistically crafted
footwear was beyond Mariko. The boots had zippers up the insides of the
boots from ankle to top, and strangely enough, more locking gloves
bonded around the ankles! Mariko reasoned that the wearer would be
forced to curl up, left ankle in the right hand, and right ankle in the
left for the wearer to place their hands in the gloves, and the thought
of the erotically vulnerable position made Mariko's sex moisten and
breathing softly deepen in response. The rest of the bag contained
various hoses, straps and electrical gadgets that appeared made to mate
with the suit for bondage and other purposes, too scary to contemplate.
Mariko shivered at her thoughts, but never having been tied
before, the suit appeared both deliciously attractive, and also very
terrifying. She imagined herself locked in the suit, her small fists
forced to hold her ankles, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around her
imaginary lover as he... What would it be like, able to only helplessly
clutch her Master as he did whatever he wished, trapped and unable to
escape. Would she even want to escape? When she found herself asking
the empty room if the suit would even fit her small body, Mariko stood
and fearfully backed away from the table, her excited, passionate
response to the thoughts of being in bondage scaring her. As she did,
she noticed something odd about the sleeves of the garment, and looking
closer, she discovered that gloves had also been bonded around the
D-ringed biceps of the suit...gloves with more locks around the wrists.
Mariko's pussy flooded with a delicious flush of heat and wanton need
and she fearfully fled to her bedroom and slammed the door, locking it.
Shivering and staring in the direction of the terrifying thing
in her kitchen, Mariko wondered what kind of person would make such a
suit, and even more fascinatingly, what kind of person would wear it.
How could someone get into the scary suit, put those awful tubes
in her nose and that...thing in her mouth, and zip it closed. How could
they make themselves the suit's helpless captive. A victim to someone's
sadistic mercy. What would the suit do to the hostage trapped within
it. Mariko felt flushed all over. Her pussy wanted attention. Was
demanding it. She pictured herself trapped in the unmerciful suit, it's
screaming captive, cruelly bent over the lap of her captor as he landed
blow after stinging blow on her defenseless bottom as she sobbed her
unheeded repentance into the smothering hood.
Sitting on her wide bed and staring at her locked bedroom door,
Mariko slowly shook off the wash of fear that had taken hold of her
trip-hammering heart, and she kidded herself for her reaction. It was
just someone's kinky clothing, after all, and even though a part of her
wanted to see what it would be like to wear the fearful thing, another
quailed at the thought of all the plugs and tubes and hoses and locks.
What if she actually went through with putting it on and she couldn't
get out of it again? What if it painfully shocked her when she plugged
it in? What if it suffocated her? She didn't know anything about how
kinky people did these things, but she had heard enough horror stories
not to have a strong sense of trepidation, and a near-suicidal feeling
of curiosity. She wasn't really considering wearing the frightful
thing, was she? It was just so... Mariko's swollen, dampening crotch
hungrily contracted in silent response.
Unlocking her bedroom door, Mariko returned to the kitchen where
she hastily stuffed everything back into the paper bag and put it in her
bedroom closet. She needed to find out a lot more about this mysterious
suit first...
Chapter Two
The next day after her classes found Mariko surfing the web.
Porn site after porn sight of kinky people met her fascinated gaze as
she diligently began to research what people were calling, "BDSM," an
acronym for Bondage & Discipline, and Sado-Masochism. She soon learned
about bondage and pain-play, consentuality and safewords. Mariko grew
fascinated at all the safety precautions and helpful advice, weblogs and
chat sites as she began to learn exactly what it was that these kinky
people were into. No search for her rubber suit rewarded her with any
kind of product review, though, and the scary suit remained a complete
mystery. No search on the deviously constructed boots matched any
product reviews either. Although the suit appeared to be professionally
made, no information about it was frustratingly forthcoming.
After unlocking and unzippering the garment, Mariko found some
more about the inner workings of the suit. The crotch plate contained
not two, but three plugs for rectum, vagina, and urethra. The dildoes
were a full inch and three quarter inches thick, and 6 and 8 inches
long, respectively, and contained a butter soft cup around the locking
flange that molded itself directly over the woman's sex and ass. The
flange for the vaginal dildo contained a catheter that penetrated into
the wearer's bladder, and appeared to be intended for long-term wear.
These plugs were all unlockable and removable, permitting someone access
to her girl bits, and the suit's hard rings into which the phalluses
locked into insured that the wearer would be kept embarrassingly impaled
until someone chose to release her.
The covers over the nipples were removable as well, and like the
small cup over the pussy in the suit, were filled with butter soft,
rubber cups into which one's nipples would be imprisoned. The smaller
penis gag, she found out, was two and a half inches long and was a
two-piece unit. The penis gag seated deeply into the wearer's mouth,
nearly reaching the back of the throat and was pretty scary. The other,
longer gag was a full ten inches, and both gags appeared to have hollow
tubes that ran the length of the shafts. The penis gags had a wide
flange around it's base, that was covered in the same, strange soft
rubber as the rest of the plugs, and entirely covered the wearer's
mouth. Apparently, either gag could be used to feed the occupant with a
bag that connected to the capped hose connectors decorating the gags,
and Mariko wondered what it would be like. Would the person choke if
they didn't swallow? Would the contents flowing into the person's mouth
just spill out the nose tubes and cause the person to suffocate if they
refused to swallow? The thoughts were terrifying.
The mouthpiece into which the gag fit resembled the mouth guard
that football players wore, yet kept the wearer's mouth open with hard
plastic blocks between the wearer's teeth, and had a hole in the front
through which the gag or someone's cock could slip, right into the
wearer's defenseless mouth! The penis gag had eight small spring clips
that snapped wide as they passed through the open ring in the front of
the mouthpiece, and could only be retracted with the key, permitting the
gag to be removed. The mouthpiece, Mariko saw was kept from being spit
out by the wearer by the size of the mouth hole in the hood itself.
With the mouthpiece inserted, and the hood on, the suit occupant's mouth
would be held amply open for anything their captor wished to place in
her mouth, and the cruel penis gag was a good example. The other
mouthpiece certainly did have some kind of esophagi al airway, and
connected with small rubbery tubes that rolled onto the ends of the
nostril tubes. It appeared that with the mouthpiece in the wearer's
mouth, even that ten-inch penis gag stuffed down their throat wouldn't
suffocate them. It was all just so frightful. Unlike most ring gags
Mariko had seen displayed, Mariko judged that this assemblage was a far
more effective ring gag, as it in no way interfered with the hood
wearer's lips. Apparently, if Mariko judged correctly, with the
mouthpiece in place and the hood on, the captive might not even be able
to remove her lips from around any cock that was inserted into her
mouth. The thought sent a warm flush of pure sexuality through Mariko's
core at the prospect of being unable to even remove her soft lips from
around her imaginary captor's throbbing cock, and being helpless to
prevent his penetration into her defenseless mouth. Trying the
mouthpiece, Mariko found that it quite easily prevented her from closing
her mouth, and when she inserted the gag into the mouthpiece and it
locked, found it covered her mouth completely. Mariko's mouth was
near-totally airtight with the gag in place.
Mariko imagined that with the mouthpiece in place and the suit
locked on, the occupant's every opening would easily and deliciously be
helplessly vulnerable. Mariko imagined her self, locked and helpless in
the rubber prison, unable to resist her fantasy lover, all her holes
filled and stretched, insistently bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as
her master delivered punishing slaps to her rubber covered bottom.
Moment by moment, Mariko was becoming more accustomed to the idea of
wearing the suit as she began to understand it's wicked design, and as
she imagined her own responses to being held captive within the devilish
prison of rubber at the mercy of her lover. She moaned experimentally
into her gag and almost immediately began choking as the back of her
throat came in contact with the tip of the penis gag, and she hastily
tried to spit the cruel thing out. Examining the gag once again, Mariko
replaced the device in her mouth and tried moaning again, and was once
again choked by the horrid thing. Mariko found that by simply remaining
quiet, the penis gag wouldn't choke her, but if she tightened her throat
in any attempt to make a sound, it caused her throat to come into
ticklish contact with the gag, choking her! Whoever had designed the
cruel thing obviously intended for the wearer to remain docile and
quiet.
Mariko imagined herself, unable to cry for help. Unable to
plead. Forced into complete silence by the sadistic suit. Only able to
communicate her pain with her tears as she was mercilessly held, to
never again enjoy the freedoms she knew, captive to her unrelenting
Master. Mariko found herself softly stroking herself as thoughts of her
bondage teased and tantalized her mind. What would it be like? What if
he never released her, chained to his dungeon floor by that lovely
silver collar around her soft throat? How heavy would his chains be?
She imagined herself, the smothering suit's hopeless hostage, being
drawn from torture to torment by the neck, helpless to resist. The suit
didn't really seem to be designed for painful captivity. Her skin would
be nearly completely covered by the suit, and a whipping might damage
it, let alone herself. As far as she could tell, the suit merely seemed
designed to hold the occupant captive, plugged and catheterized, held
quietly by the terrible gag and the many D-rings covering the surface of
the suit. Mariko continued her methodical examination, both fascination
and revolt warring within her at it's wicked construction.
The entire inner surface of the suit was covered in a thinner
layer of the butter-soft rubber and would hug the wearer's every curve.
There was even a small nubbin of the material intended to rest in the
wearer's navel! The inner surface of the hood also contained the butter
soft rubber, and the eyes of the hood were open, black pits into the
depths of the hood. Thicker, contoured pads of the soft rubber covered
the wearer's ears, and actually inserted into and filled the wearer's
ear canals. Mariko had read on a few of the kinky websites about
sensory deprivation, and she wondered if the suit was partially intended
for just this purpose, and if that electrical connection powered some
kind of white noise generator.
The terrifying nostril tubes were very long, extending from the
nose and passing all the way through the nasal cavity to the back of the
mouth. Mariko reasoned that the nostril tubes were to insure the suit's
wearer could never be without air to breathe, and while she saw it as a
really good safety feature, the thought of them being passed into her
nose terrified her. To be sealed into the hood with no hope of escape,
while thrilling and exciting, was also stomach-churning as well. Mariko
could imagine what it would be like to be sealed inside the suit,
helpless to free herself, and how scary it would be, and then she would
imagine how all those plugs might feel. The more Mariko fantasized what
it would be like, the more elaborate and erotic her fantasies became.
Mariko found among the assortment of straps and hoses, an
elaborate enema device that plugged into both the urethra catheter and
anal dildo, and appeared to be electrically controlled. It had one thin
tube labeled "To Toilet Tank" and another, thicker hose labeled, "To
Toilet Bowl." Along with the electrical cord that plugged into the
wall, Mariko reasoned the device pulled water from the toilet tank and
pumped it into the suit's wearer whether they liked it or not. The
elaborate connector fit snugly to the crotch plate, filling all three
connectors, urethral catheter, power connector, and anal catheter. The
apparatus stayed locked into the suit once attached, refusing to release
from the suit, and more than adequately covered the plug's keyholes as
well.
After thoroughly cleaning the apparently new garment, testing
the device out surprised Mariko when she found warm water being pumped
slowly from the anal phallus. A used gallon milk jug soon informed her
that the enema device operated for ten minutes, stopping at 2 quarts,
waited five full minutes, then the tip of the dildo rotated open
allowing the bowels of the person to empty for a full 15 minutes, then
it closed and the device began pumping warm water again. Curious,
Mariko watched the enema device do this 5 times before the connector
automatically ejected itself from the suit's crotch panel. Unlike the
anal dildo, the urethra's catheter pumped water continuously, even after
water flow to the bowels ceased , until both bladder and bowel were
allowed to empty. Experimentally, Mariko had placed her mouth over this
catheter and her mouth soon filled completely to near bursting before
the pressure in her mouth overcame the pressure of the pump. Attempting
to force water back into the pump was surprisingly met with success, and
Mariko wondered what it would feel like, having her bladder filled to
near bursting, then trying with all her might to overcome the relentless
pressure of the pump, only to find her best efforts a complete waste as
her bladder was mercilessly refilled again and again and again.
Mariko's traitorous pussy moistened at the thought.
Yet another bag and hose connected to the suit's gag for feeding
the wearer. Helpless in the rubber prison, the occupant would never
need to be removed from the suit for any reason. Not to eat, not to
sleep, and not for sex. Not even to go to the potty! Yet another bag
connected to the suit's nipples, and seemed to actually be intended for
somehow milking the occupant's breasts. The bag connected to the
wearer's thigh by a slim belt, and a second hose from the bag connected
to the catheter at the prisoner's pussy to take away even the captive's
choice over when they could pee! The urine collection bag's connector
resembled the one for the strange enema device, only in addition,
appeared to use the power connector's plug socket between pussy and ass
covers, to lock the connector to the wearer's crotch with the keys! The
urine collection bag strapped to the opposite thigh, and small loops on
the suite through which the tubing could be threaded prevented all the
hoses from becoming tangled and caught on things.
Plugging in the suit to the wall appeared to do nothing Mariko
could detect. Perhaps the suit no longer worked, and was why it was
left in her trash. The thought crushingly disappointed Mariko if that
was the case, and she wondered who could repair the suit and for how
much. Mariko would be far too embarrassed to let anyone she knew find
out about the suit. Without knowing the manufacturer, she obviously
could not send it back for repairs. Mariko silently hoped this wouldn't
be the case. Her funds were limited, and even the thought of contacting
anyone about the suit mortified her. In any case, she intended to find
one of those universal remote controls and see if it would cause the
suit to do something.
She then closely examined the corset with their hard breast
covers, and knowing little of corsets, could discover nothing, except
that placing it against her chest, that her breasts filled the cups
completely, once she actually got her breasts into the tight confines.
Mariko had to lean over and stuff her breasts into the cups by hand with
her fingers, through the ring that would encircle the base of her
breasts, and had to adjust her nipples through the open nipple holes.
Once fully snuggled against her chest, Mariko found the fit to be very
good, and the soft rubber molded itself to her every contour like a warm
lover.
The corset didn't lace up in the traditional fashion, but had
six levers and hooks that constricted the whole thing closed around the
waist. Each hook appeared to have some sort of spring to which it was
connected, and Mariko, with a great amount of force, managed to draw one
of the hooks out a full two inches. There would at least be some give
to the tight garment, but a very reluctant give. The corset encircled
the upper hips and lower ribs, and molded it's way over the breasts,
completely shielding them from touch. The corset then molded down the
wearer's front, tucking itself between the wearer's legs and nestled
itself deep into the crack of the wearer's ass, hugging tightly to the
wearer's sex. It didn't really look very comfortable, Mariko thought.
Stripping off all her clothing and removing all the plugs from
the suit, Mariko tried it on. Sitting on her bed, she slid her legs
into their respective legs and wriggled mightily to get the hip-hugging
confines of the suit up over her hips, slid her arms into the sleeves,
then squeezed her breasts into their cups. Reaching behind herself,
Mariko attached the springy rings of the corcet to their matching hooks
and began folding the levers closed. Beginning with the middle lever,
she first folded that closed and it clicked into place. The release was
recessed, and Mariko reasoned that with the suit zipped shut, the corset
wasn't coming loose. The zippered skin covering the corset's levers had
small, hard nubs that would slip into the depressions where the release
catches were located, and Mariko reasoned that with the suit zippered
closed, there would be little chance of getting at the catches to open
the corset. The skin of the suit around the corsetted area fit quite
snugly with no give, and appeared to have an inner layer of cloth
re-enforcing the slightly stretchy material.
One by one, Mariko closed each lever and the pressure was
intense. It squeezed her middle, it squeezed her ribs, and it squeezed
her hips. When she was through, her breath was terribly restricted, and
she had to take short, fast breaths to keep from feeling like she was
suffocating. Mariko wasn't at all sure she liked it. Not at all, but
her pussy refused to agree, and began to literally stain her bed linen
in response. Zipping the shiny rubber skin to her neck, the beautiful
suit lovingly squeezed her every curve like a tight, second skin,
pulling her shoulders back as if making her press her breasts deeper
into the rigid bra, straightened her back, and the near- uncomfortable
crotch panel snuggled deeply between her ass cheeks and cupped her sex
like a narrow saddle. The ring around her anus made Mariko flush in
embarrassment at it's exposure and vulnerability. She felt
embarrassingly on sexual display for all to see and touch, and the stain
on her bed linens grew quickly damper. Amazingly, the suit seemed to
fit perfectly with it locked shut, although it squeezed her entire body
from knees to elbows with little, if any mercy.
She moved around experimentally in the suit and found it had
almost no give, her shoulders and hips held in almost rigid alignment,
and the corset hugged her against the rigid front of the suit from
collarbone to her ass. The rings encircling her pussy and ass gaped
open invitingly and dug between her ass cheeks, spreading and exposing
her anus lewdly for all to see. Mariko felt exposed, her asshole on
display. With the corset closed and the suit sealed, Mariko's nipples
protruded from the tight breast cups, and they hardened like small,
needy diamonds in response as the room's air conditioning caressed them.
The rings around the base of her breasts, while not uncomfortable,
weren't helping matters any. It felt as if someone's hands were wrapped
around them and were trying to squeeze her nipples through the openings
in the suit front. The French-cut of the suit legs let her move her
legs with almost no restriction, and as she lifted her feet to grasp her
ankles, felt the crotch panel dig even more between the cheeks of her
ass, spreading her anus even more. Lowering her legs again didn't help.
The crotch panel remained lodged firmly between her ass cheeks, as if
pulling her ass open. The high collar of the suit hugged her neck all
the way to her chin and felt a little too stiff, but all in all, the
suit wasn't too bad. Except for her ass being spread, not really bad at
all.
She then slid her left foot into the wicked boot and found it
surprisingly comfortable, if a little tight in the toes. zipping up the
side of the boot, Mariko locked the shackle at her ankle and then at her
knee, which wouldn't lock without the tab of the zipper first being
inserted to a small recess intended for it. Once locked round her calf,
the boot could not be unzipped or removed. she then locked herself into
the right boot and tried to stand. Teetering in the impossible heels,
Mariko toppled back into bed. These boots would take some getting used
to, she thought. Lying back and inserting her left hand into the glove
around her right ankle, Mariko locked the cuff around her wrist, and
then inserted her right hand into the other glove. Mariko's little
nipples hardened to aching, needy little points of desire, standing out
of the hard shell around her breasts, and the cool air of the room
caressed her naked sex and anus through the openings in the suit.
Mariko imagined her fantasy lover atop her, she unable to do nothing but
hold him tight as she was made wild, passionate love to in her wonderful
captivity. She lay there a moment, the suit's prisoner, her pussy
ringed, her ass being spread, and her nipples trying to squeeze their
way from their confinement, and decided that it wasn't so bad like this.
Not really bad at all, but the corset was damned tight and she was
getting a little light headed. Mariko tried panting faster and withdrew
her free hand to touch her openly displayed sex and anus. She chastised
herself and replaced her hand in the glove round her ankle and moved her
arms and legs experimentally, as if clutching at her imaginary lover,
and quickly grew light-headed again. So... The suit definitely kept
the wearer controlled. Even struggling would soon wear the captive out.
No choice but to submit. No choice at all. Mastered!
Releasing herself from the gloves, Mariko then retrieved the
steel collar. With a delicious shudder, she locked the heavy steel band
around her lovely neck. It was heavy and cold, even through the high
collar, just like the slavery of the woman who once owned this suit, she
imagined. It fit her neck snugly, but not tightly, and Mariko
experimentally managed to insert two fingers under the band without
discomfort. Mariko had found no writing on the slave collar, which was
strange. In every story and reference to BDSM, slave collars had either
the slave's name, or her owner's name boldly written on it's surface.
Would she, like in the stories, be given a name by her Master, having
not one possession of her own, not even her name? Mariko caressed the
gleaming steel as her thoughts wandered, amazed at how well the suit fit
her every curve, deliciously squeezing her from knee to neck in a warm
hug. She wondered how much engraving would cost.
"Wait a damned minute," Mariko chastised her molten, demanding
sex as she Got comfortable on her bed in her tight prison. Her
fantasies went wild as Mariko began touching herself through the
restrictive openings...
- - -
Mariko was sealed in! The horrible nostril tubes had been
cruelly slipped into her nose and all her plugs had been unceremoniously
stuffed into her, and now she was spread-eagled on her captor's X-rack!
No amount of struggling could free her from his evil designs, and then
the torture began. Volts of electricity passed through her nipples and
sex and her poor defenseless clit was in blazing agony! She tried to
scream her pain and the hellish gag choked her, but she couldn't stop!
It hurt so much!
She screamed and choked into her gag for him to, "Please,
please, PLEASE STOP!" as the electricity alternately made her dance and
sag on the merciless cross. Nausea and panic tried to double her over
but the bindings wouldn't yield and the pain went on and on! The
torture was doing something to her. Her pussy was on fire, but it
milked that lovely cock as if it were starving. Her nipples were rock
hard nubs, reaching into their soft caps for even more pain. Her breath
whistled through their small tubes, her only contact with the outside
world her pleading, desperate gaze, as the electricity coursing through
her pussy and ass forced them into a merciless rhythm of hungrily
milking the hot, thick shafts... Gods, anything! She would do
anything, promise anything! Her tears wet the slick face of the hood as
she hyperventilated through the tiny nostril tubes, choking and
suffocating in her agony, and still he gave her pain!
Oh, pleasepleaseplease PLEASE stop! Ask me to do anything!
Master! My MASTER! PLEASE, no more! I'm your slave!
As wracking sobs escaped through her narrow nose tubes, she
begged in silent misery. Master! Please! Your slave loves you!
- - -
Mariko reached over and grabbed the massive phallus and began working
the head around her sopping pussy, coating it with her secretions while
rubbing her lubricated clit with the finger of her other hand. She
reached over for one of the butter-soft nipple caps and snapped it over
her left nipple, the hard little nub nestling into it's seductive
prison. Mariko continued to fantasize as she began working the massive
cock into her sopping pussy and she moaned, her breath failing to deepen
with the tight corset's restrictions. She grabbed the mouthpiece and
wedged it between her teeth and peeled back her lips for the penis gag
and locked it into place as the huge dildo began slipping within her.
Now unable to breathe with her mouth, her hungry little pussy heated
even more and she could feel her girl cum squeezing past the massive
intruder and coating her humiliatingly displayed asshole.
Slowly pumping the huge dildo into herself, Mariko attached the
second nipple cap over her rock hard right nipple, and she gradually
quickened her pace. Mariko closed her eyes and ran her hand all over
her rock hard breasts, unable to touch them as her fantasy captor had
his way with her body...
- - -
Her Master was doing something between her legs now as she hung
limp and conquered in her bondage, and she couldn't stop any of it. He
had tortured her for hours it seemed, or had it been days? The suit he
had her locked in was so tight she couldn't breathe! she had screamed
herself hoarse on the choking penis gag and still he had painfully
tortured her nipples, her ass, her poor defenseless pussy. She would do
anything for it to stop! Anything! She had tried to beg, she had tried
to sob, she had tried to wail her agonizing pleas for mercy to his
merciless heart. Why was he doing this to her!
"Oh, gods! Please stop! You're killing me! I can't stand it!"
she sobbed piteously into her gag as her pussy dildo was slowly drawn
out of her clutching pussy with a wet sucking sound, only to be replaced
by his hot, throbbing cock, and then he took hold of her hips in his
incredibly large, strong hands and began driving her tortured pussy onto
his meat, a helpless rag doll of hot flesh in his herculean grip...
- - -
Mariko was pumping the dildo at a furious pace now, so close!
So close She tried to pinch her left nipple and only found hard shell
beneath her scrabbling fingers and her orgasm slammed into her like a
wrecking locomotive! Unable to touch herself, the thought flung her up
and over like a doll in the hand of a bratty child. Her body flushed
from the top of her head to the soles of her trembling, imprisoned feet,
and she slammed the massive plug in deep. The huge phallus locked in
place with a loud click and Mariko spasm helplessly around the locked
phallus over and over and over again in her devilish prison. It was
never coming out and there was nothing she could do but milk it and milk
it until it had wrung out all she could give, and then wring more.
Mariko tried to curl into a fetal ball around her intruder but her
corset prevented even that as her fingers tried to reach her wildly
clutching pussy in desperate futility, and she came around the beautiful
cock yet again, her poor body quaking as her breath gusted desperately
in and out of her flared nostrils. screaming and gagging from the
too-intense trap of pleasure wracking her body, the penis in her throat
preventing even that, yet a third orgasm struck and as Mariko convulsed
in her cruelly enforced chastity, she blacked out.
Chapter Three
Waking up was a slow and luxurious process for Mariko. With an
arm that weighed a delicious ton, she extracted the penis gag from her
mouth and basked in the afterglow. She looked down on her chest at her
imprisoned body, her creamy pussy caressing it's lovely cell mate. Then
she rolled over onto her side and wrestled herself up into a sitting
position, the thick phallus still locked within her. She grabbed her
keys and crawled into the bathroom, the merciless boots impossible to
walk in in her heavenly condition. Mariko sat on the toilet and
unlocked herself and slowly withdrew the dildo, her juices literally
spilling out from under the unlocked cover into the bowl. Mariko
checked that she hadn't broken the catheter tube, but it appeared no
worse for wear, the flexible tubing having sprung back easily from where
it had been trapped between herself and the locking cover.
She eyed the enema device on the bathroom counter beside her and
made up her mind. Finishing her pee and drying herself off, Mariko
teetered her way across the floor to her bed and the rest of her
equipment, and then made her way back to the bathroom again. Getting
out her KY jelly, she liberally coated the large 6 inch phallus and her
small asshole, and proceeded to try inserting the monster. It wouldn't
go in. She just couldn't relax. Mariko knelt on the floor and lowered
herself down onto the thing and let her weight do most of the work.
There Mariko knelt, her left hand on the floor, helping to support
herself, her ass resting on the dildo, while her right hand began
exploring her tender, sensitized folds once again.
Rubbing her rapidly warming sex as she slowly bore down on the
dildo, she felt her ass begin to relax, and as her pleasure began to
mount, found her ass beginning to alternately relax and pinch at the
silky, lubricated tip. Grasping the sticky phallus from the top of the
counter, she maneuvered it beneath her to the entrance of her waiting
pussy, and then continued to bear down on the two intruders as she
rubbed her clit. Slowly, but surely, her ass began to relax and open
Mariko felt her the tips of both dildoes begin to enter her body
after some moments of persistence, and gasped at the harsh pain as the
tip of the anal dildo finally penetrated and slid inside. By the time
she thought to pull the horrible thing from her stinging ass, the pain
eased off enough where she could kneel there in some discomfort, but it
was tolerable. When the pain had eased completely, Mariko eased herself
down a little bit farther, but only felt her pussy and bowel becoming
completely filled. Gradually, careful by careful millimeter, Mariko
lowered herself until the catheter came in contact with her body, and
she aimed the small tube at her urethra after coating the little tube
with KY. Continuing to lower herself, Mariko groaned as she was invaded
in every orifice. Feeling a dull pinch inside herself, Mariko knew that
the catheter had passed through her urethra and into her bladder.
Slipping her fingers beneath the dildo in her pussy, she cautiously
pushed the monster home until it locked, and she felt something
enlarging in her bladder. The end of the catheter had inflated, sealing
her! She then cautiously tackled the rear dildo until it too, locked in
place with a small click. Experimentally, Mariko used the keys to
carefully unlock her pussy, and as soon as the key was turned, the
little bubble sealing her bladder deflated. The suit had power? Where
were the batteries? In the phalluses? Where was the pump? Mariko
carefully re inserted the dildo and once again felt the little bulb
inflate, sealing her intubated pee hole.
With both dildoes again locked in place, Mariko couldn't believe
how full she felt. Her fingers fluttered over her sealed sex as she
tried to touch herself now, and she quickly realized why the legs of the
suit had the ribbing down their length. They kept her from getting her
fingers into the suit to reach her full, now wonderfully aroused sex.
Unrolling the sadistic enema device, she lifted the toilet lid and
pushed the intake tube into the tank and clipped it to the side of the
tank, then covered the tank back up, then clipped the larger tube into
the bowl and sat down, the hose connector sprouting up between her legs
obscenely. Going for broke, Mariko connected the enema device to her
suit, and it snapped into place with finality and locked. There was no
going back now. With the little bladder inflated and the locks covered,
there was no getting out of this, because the plate snuggled against her
armored sex wasn't coming loose until the enema cycle completed.
Throwing caution to the wind, Mariko gagged herself and plugged the
enema device in!
- - -
Something very strange happened almost instantly. The dildo in
her ass began to inflate! The pressure of the inflating balloon in her
ass filled her to near bursting! Like the inflated catheter bulb in her
bladder, the suit hadn't done this before when she had tested it! The
balloon in her ass was maintaining a constant pressure inside her
rectum. No matter how she tried to squeeze or relax, the horrible thing
just maintained a constant pressure, insuring there would be no leakage
whatsoever! Mariko clamped down on the huge balloon, causing it to
deflate, but the pressure within her ass remained, and the horrible
thing simply re inflated the second her ass relaxed, keeping her
watertight.
The warm water began flowing into her body almost immediately
after, and within a few seconds, she seriously had to pee. As her ass
continued to fill, Mariko let loose of her bladder, trying desperately
to pee, and her poor bladder only got even fuller! Her filling ass made
her want to tightly grip the balloon in her ass, but her bladder wanted
to be emptied...IMMEDIATELY! The pressure in her bladder made her
intimately aware of the massive dildo in her pussy, and the death-grip
she had on the balloon in her ass wasn't helping matters a single bit as
it wanted to keep the water from leaking out. Her insides were
mercilessly shoved aside and were smashed together, squeezing even her
g-spot wonderfully.
Relentlessly, mercilessly, the warm water continued to flow into
Mariko and she began to perspire. It was far too hot in the tiny
bathroom, and Mariko cursed herself for not thinking to turn down the
air conditioning. Then her belly cramped. It was bearable, but it
wasn't pleasant either, but at least it distracted her traitor sex from
the beautifully thick cock in it. Ever-loving gods, how she needed to
take a piss! It was torture! Mariko mentally swore the air blue as
bladder, pussy, and ass fought a pitched battle within her for
attention, and as the cramps mercifully began to ease, her pussy won the
war. Mariko thought her g-spot was somehow being squeezed and massaged
by the relaxing and tightening of her muscles from the pressure of
bladder, bowel, and cocks inside her, but mother of god, did they feel
good! It was just so... Merciful gods! She couldn't stand it any
more! She just HAD to come! Mariko scrabbled for the keys and unlocked
the phallus in her pussy, or she tried. The key holes in the suit were
covered! The catheters were inflated! In near-desperation, she pulled
the electrical cord from the wall to stop the pressure and immediately
doubled over in pain as an agonizing electrical shock seared her ass and
pussy and knocked the wind from her. Three seconds later, it did it
again, and as Mariko frantically attempted to plug the enema device back
into the wall outlet, it struck again!
As soon as power to the enema device was restored, the
electrical shocks mercifully ceased and the ungodly pressure resumed.
Mariko sat on the toilet, fearfully hugging herself. Gods! She had
been punished! For the first time in her young life, Mariko learned
what it was like to fear discipline, and as tears flooded her pretty
green eyes, her pussy contracted deliciously, hugging it's new master as
she cried on the toilet, truly the suit's prisoner now. Her pussy's
apparent gratitude didn't make Mariko happy one single bit, but her
Judas pussy was insistently urgent, and Mariko forgot and moaned into
her still gagged mouth and choked, nearly doubling over as her attention
once again was drawn to the paradise of cock trapped in the suit with
her.
After 10 minutes, the bastard prick enema device stopped it's
soft little purring as the flow of water into her gut ceased, and
Mariko's entire world riveted solely on her pelvis and the feelings she
was being forced to endure. The cocks were just so beautifully thick,
and Mariko's stuffed womanhood wanted to inhale her lovely, filling
guests. She could almost feel every vein and fold, the butter soft skin
layer around the hard, warm shaft as her bladder and ass fought to expel
their contents... Mariko could fantasize how they felt, sliding in and
out, that oh so delicious friction, the filling and emptying. Forgotten
now was the pressure in her bladder and rectum as her body fluttered and
contracted around it's occupants. The glorious feel of them within her.
The breathtaking pressure. The ever-so-sweet shiftings as she simply
breathed in and out and the lovely shafts demanding room and she
deliciously shifting around them to accommodate. Mariko felt her climax
build and build, inch by wonderful inch as she once again neared her
peak. It was indescribable, heavenly. The overwhelming beauty of what
her tortured body was doing, and as Mariko's complete concentration
centered on her feelings, the contractions around them increased.
Unable to reach herself through the hard shell of the suit, Mariko's
hands caressed every beautiful curve of her prison. Her legs parted
wide and trembled as her body strove for exquisite release as her poor
bladder continued it's battle against the insistent pump, and her bowels
beautifully contracted and relaxed against the exquisite pressure...
- - -
He listened to her lovely suffering. The phalluses contained hidden
ultrasonics built in, and would stimulate her beneath her awareness, and
while she would feel nothing overt, she would be unable to resist their
effect as the sound waves harmonized up and down the entire lengths of
the thick shafts within her, subliminally caressing her, stroking in and
out. Based on simple ultrasonic cleaning technology, the emitters
sounded like they were doing their work on her nipples and sex
wonderfully well. The suit would monitor her reactions, and the more
excited she grew, the more excited the suit would become, herding
pressing, seducing, exciting the girl, it's ministrations building on
her own in ever-increasing increments. Little did the girl realize it,
but the suit was cleaning her lovely little clock...
- - -
Mariko was in heaven. Her nipples were aching, rock hard little
centers of itching need, and her pussy and ass...words paled. Now
leaning back, her ass perched on the edge of the toilet seat, her
trembling legs spread wide and straight, strung tight as guitar strings,
she had folded her arms behind her and had placed her small fists into
the gloves around her biceps as if the bands had been locked around her
slim wrists, the suit's helpless captive. She had stopped fighting the
sensations from her full bladder and ass, and had just let them react as
they willed. Her body contracted exquisitely as it did all it could to
expel the liquids and cocks, but she remained completely sealed and not
a single drop escaped. She had peaked so long ago, her mind was blank,
but her orgasm remained just out of reach, the discomfort from her full
condition holding it only a hair's breadth away. The agonizing beauty
of her condition had Mariko silently sobbing softly behind the gag still
in her mouth, the pleasure and pain co-mingling in excruciating bliss,
and then her plugs opened and the pressure vanished. Just vanished.
With a choking scream of mind shattering, orgasmic rapture, Mariko
arched her body off the toilet seat and detonated!
Four more times Mariko was filled, and four more times Mariko
had shattered. She lay in complete, loving submission to the suit on
her bathroom floor, having slid off the toilet seat an eternity ago as
her body gloried in it's torment. She was a wreck. her legs would not
even respond. They were jello. Her fists were still within the gloves
around her biceps, Mariko having long forgotten even why she had placed
them there. The enema device had long ago ejected itself from her suit
and lay on the floor of the bathroom next to her deliriously happy
bottom as Mariko only continued softly panting in and out, in and out.
If "sated" was even a word, it could in no way describe how she felt on
the cold floor of her bathroom, her mouth unconsciously nursing on the
penis gag in her mouth as if it were her mother's teat and she were once
again an infant in the safety of her mother's loving arms. Mariko was a
complete, beautiful wreck.
Her first coherent thought was now knowing why kinksters did the
things they did. If this was what it was like to be a sexual
submissive, Mariko would give anything to be that submissive. She
managed to spid out her gag, as well as a good half-mouthful of drool
onto the cold tile floor. She knew where her arms were, but she didn't
have the strength or will to move them. Her legs were a lost cause.
Beyond recovery. Who the hell even cared. Her pussy and ass were still
celebrating and fuck the rest of her. Her pussy was in 7th heaven and
her ass was marching only a half-step behind it in celebration, and her
breasts were drunk with pleasure. Oh, man was she going to feel like
hell in the morning...if she ever got herself off this cold fucking
floor. Wanting out of the suit didn't even enter her mind. It wasn't
an option any more. She wanted to eat, breathe, and live it now. The
next time she did this, she was going all the way, Mariko promised
herself. Nose tubes and all. As for right now, fuck the puddle of
drool her face was in. She fully intended to pass out right here on the
bathroom floor, and she did...
Chapter Four
Mariko woke in the middle of the night, her belly complaining
hungrily. On rubbery legs, bracing herself on the walls, she teetered
to the kitchen, still dressed in the suit, and fixed herself a bowl of
cereal. Mariko wolfed it down, famished, and almost licked her fingers
and the bowl clean. She was becoming aroused again, sitting on her
dildoes, wriggling seductively within her with every shift of her body.
Mariko cleaned her bowl and walked back to the bedroom to get some more
sleep, still using the walls for support in the sky-scraping heels.
When she reached her bedroom door, she climaxed, and she collapsed to
her knees, clutching at the door knob, utterly wrung out. Crawling on
all fours, she made it almost to the foot of her bed before she climaxed
yet again. Moaning on the floor at the foot of her bed, mariko rolled
over onto her back and convulsed deliciously around her dildoes once
more, and she slipped back into wonderful unconsciousness.
Mariko
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