Brenda woke in a constricted fit of
terror - that dream, those images filling her mind. It wasn't really a 'dream'
at all, it was a nightmare except that it wasn't that either; nightmares by
their very definition usually happened at nights; this thing, this 'mare' could
happen any time. Not a nightmare, not a daydream, but a 'dream-mare'. It was still dark and it had been her natural
instinct after that dream-mare to re-engage her foetal position, maybe even
cuddle into the latex padding that was part of that cell. The thought that she
could maybe 'embrace' what she had been thrown into cannot have been one inside
her head right at this time and yet, who could tell what form of mush her mind
was now in? It was because it was still dark that she tried to slip her finger
between her legs again. She needed another orgasm she needed an orgasm badly.
That dream, that dream-mare had scared the shit out of her and with her waking
came the re-realisation of where she was and why she was there. It was right at
that moment, that exact moment that she wanted to tickle the tip of her
clitoris that she realised that she couldn't. She tried to move what she
thought was an arm nothing! It was ok, maybe that was the arm that had been
under her then she tried to move her other arm nothing! The more awake she became, the more aware she
became that she could not move at all, and that rubber, or latex was compressed
right around her. Her head buzzed, but it also felt like it 'floated'. The
dream had sent her into panic orbit, but the waking up from that hell was
realisation that she was in a deeper hell. She tried to open her eyes because
even in the darkness of that cell with the light turned off she had been able
to open her eyes to 'try' to look around. At least she was free to let any
tricks of the light, or lack of the light, do their stuff. She tried to open her eyes nothing! She
actually didn't know if her eyes were open or not. All she could see was pitch
blackness, but as well as that, there was a pressure on her eyes. A distinct
pressure that was applied equally over both eyeballs. And that was it It was
like her eyes were not closed at all but open. It was like they had been peeled
open and then somehow, with something, this pressure applied directly to her
eyeballs. It wasn't a painful pressure, it was just a pressure that was there.
A pressure that she had to adapt to. She
could hear her heart beating. It was beating fast, like it was trying to get out
of her chest, but couldn't. She was just
waking up, or she thought she was, so maybe moving, seeing, feeling was just
not coming back to her just yet. She tried to move her legs, first one then the
other nothing! She knew they were
there, she knew that. She didn't know why she knew it, she just did. She had
the weirdest sensation that her legs were doubled up somehow doubled up and
that her ankles had been brought up behind her thighs, and fixed there. Where
her knees were, or should have been there was another definite pressure applied.
But there was no pain, or even discomfort just the simple inability to move, or
even twitch one of her leg muscles in any direction. She thought in her mind that she should
wriggle her toes indeed in her mind she did wriggle her toes. But those
thought processes did not make it to her toes. Or they did those little
electrical impulses did make their way all the way to the tips of her toes. But
once there nothing! She consequently
thought about trying to wriggle, or curl her other extremities, her fingers but
this time the disorientation was magnified. She couldn't sense what position
she was in lying, sitting, standing, kneeling there were no reference
points in the blackness nothing for her to focus on. Her mind, what was left
of it did send the electrical impulses to her finger tips, she could sense that
much, and she did have the feeling that she did still have fingers, but there
was nothing no movement. It was about this time that a first spark of panic
began to light up in the depths of her mind. She had no movement of her limbs.
She tried to twist her torso at least that was what she tried to do in her
mind. She felt her insides moving so she WAS in a reality situation. As she
tried to twist she felt her stomach muscles contort and try to twist with her
but other than that there was nothing!
And that sensation that she could at least a little, move the insides of
herself just fed a growing alarm and panic.
She tried to twist first one way then the other. Nothing! And with that attempt a better understanding
of where her arms and hands were. It felt like they were up behind her, tight.
And that slight attempt at moving did cause some discomfort even a shot of
pain which told her that her arms were not in a natural position. It told her
that she should probably be concerned. With the growing panic inside her mind,
her attempts at moving became more urgent. But that was all that they were,
attempts! Urgent yes, but just attempts.
The more she tried to move, the harder she breathed and when she did
that a deeper understanding began to sink in. The more she tried to breath, or
the harder she tried to breath, the less she could actually breath. Then she swallowed, or tried to swallow and
that was when she realised that her throat, instead of rolling into a natural
swallow, constricted around something that felt thick, solid and hard that had
been slid down her throat. Brenda struggling with waking and then discovering
little bit by little bit that she didn't have these movements any more, or
these senses. It looked even like her natural and instinctive bodily functions
had been curtailed. In fairness to
Brenda, she would not be able to even with what she had experienced over this
time, imagine to what extent any control whatsoever had been taken away from
her. Then she realised her mouth was
open. It wasn't just open it was open wide. Her lips felt stretched and her
jaws ached, and so when she tried to wriggle her tongue to get a sensation, any
sensation at all she then realised that her tongue was compressed to what must
have been the bottom of her mouth. She could only try to fathom guesses at
exactly where any of her organs, or limbs were at this time. It made sense that
her tongue was down low in her mouth, because whatever was going down her
throat felt moulded, and secure over the groove of her tongue and then down
into her throat. She tried to open her
eyes if only to bulge them but that simply increased the pressure over the
entire two eyeballs. That felt weird to her scary! She tried to twist again, but this time she
remembered to try not to breath too hard. She twisted, or tried to twist first
one way then the other nothing! It was more frustration than panic that she
then tried to suck in a deep deep breath. When she
did that her air supply was immediately cut off. If she tried to get more air
than was allowed, it was cut off. And when it was cut off she could feel her
eyes press against whatever was wrapped and compressed around them. She had to
control herself had to regulate herself.
With her breathing cut off, she got a funny, weird sensation in and
around her tummy. As a part of that sensation she instinctively squeezed her
sexual muscles and inside a mind that had been trying its best to cope with
what she was discovering piece by piece she took another turn for the worse.
Her vaginal walls were stretched and clinging tightly to something gargantuan
and huge inside her. The only way she could discover more about this thing
inside was to keep squeezing try to 'feel' what it was, or how far inside her
it went. With another attempt at a twist she felt the blunt, rounded end of the
thing nudge against what must have been her cervix, the epicentre of her
femininity, and she sucked in another deep breath of air. Or tried to. Nothing
her air supply cut off! She felt her eyes bulge against the compresses
against them again. She waited, calmed until her air supply came back, but this
time there was a longer wait. Probably only seconds and yet it was clear that
with every transgression, such as trying to get more air than she was
permitted, she would be 'punished' by having her air supply cut off for longer.
Longer increments without air. Somehow, in a mind that was not doing very well
at coping with anything right now, she managed to get that message. She managed
to understand. She twitched again and began to realise just how much she had
been spread open by whatever was inside of her. Inside her mind she began to
cry but as she cried she tried to twitch other muscles and then was when she
realised that her anus was also stretched and filled with 'something'. The fact was that the more she came around,
the more she woke up, the worse it seemed for her. Like when you KNOW something is inside you
then you feel it all the time. Whatever
was inside her back passage was enormous and her anal walls and muscles clung
and chewed on it continually, in the same way that her vaginal muscles and her
sexuality constantly sucked and chewed on its alien object. She squeezed her
anus in such a way that she felt whatever it was press against her colon and
that made her twitch, but she was careful with her breathing. She had been
deeply, deeply invaded in both her most intimate places. It was at that point
that she twitched her nostrils, remembering again not to suck in, or try to
suck in too much air she had always been proud of how she could twitch and
flare her nostrils one little thing from her life that she had had all to
herself, but when she tried that now she found, or felt, or sensed that they
were already flared wide. Not just flared wide to their natural limit, but
stretched beyond that. At that time then she realised that there were tubes up
inside each of her nasal passages. She could feel them up there, and going back
into her throat to join that thing that was already in control of her airway.
Coming around, waking up and becoming more aware should have been a good thing.
It would have been a good thing in any place but this. Then she became aware of the constrictions
around her breasts. It wasn't just that her heavy, mature breasts were
constricted, but they seemed totally compressed as though they were shrink
wrapped and as though they had been enhanced in some way. Brenda began to have a memory or what seemed
like a memory. She was vaguely aware of having been woken from her distressed
sleep by someone over her Judy. She hadn't woken, or come back into the world
properly, she had just been disturbed, or aware of the older woman over her.
The light in the rubber cell had been turned back on so she had had the
immediate feeling of panic, and alarm that she was where she was. And then the
hypodermic needle being slid with ease, as though it was white hot, into the
flesh of her hip. The older woman squatting over her and smiling as she emptied
the syringe into her. Smiling, but not saying anything. Just smiling as
Brenda's world faded to black once again.
Was that a memory, or was it just another of those dream-mares that she
had had? With the constriction of her
breasts, and the tightness of them, the concentration of pin point pain at a
point that must have been her nipple tips. She recognised pain in her nipples
because she had received plenty of that in her early years those years before
she had escaped. She recognised the throb in the base of the nipples and then
that throb working its way up what must have been her erect teat shafts. She
knew they must be erect. Her nipples were always erect when they felt any kind
of attention to them. And if there was one thing she was sure of was that her
breasts and her nipples in particular had received attention during her time
'out of it'. Her body as well as her
mind was beginning to come around from whatever it was that had been in that
syringe. She became aware that she was spread wide and yes her legs were
doubled up, ankles to thighs but that the resulting 'stumps' had been spread
wide. She became aware of her neck it seemed stretched, like it had had some
kind of collar, or neck corset secured around it because there was a 'squeezing'
of her neck and throat. Very gingerly, very carefully she tried to move her
head, to see if she could discover more of what her neck was suffering. She had to be careful, couldn't risk pain, or
anything that would cause her to suck in air because a third time would mean an
even more extended time without air and with her breathing cut off
totally. But there was no movement of
her head at all. Further more there was a slight
tugging from what must have been the back of her head which confirmed that her
head was being held back and being made more rigid with whatever was around her
neck. The panic inside her mind was
growing and growing. But that was the
other thing her mind, her head. It felt like her head was in a vacuum. She
had been isolated in that rubber cell with no sound getting in or out. That had
been like a vacuum to but this was different. It was more localised, more
focused. It made her feel like she was floating, or that her head was slightly
phased out or something. It felt like
her head was in some kind of bubble, some kind of 'other space'. And yet that
'other space' was not a cause for concern because it was that floating, that
bubble that was like 'helping' her get through this. But she realised also that she was the way she
was because in this state she was in in this state she was in right now, she
was more aware than ever, more than aware of the Rubber Hell she was existing
within. She could feel it, smell it, taste it. She felt like it was all around
her and inside her. It was sex stained, and dripping. She felt like it was in
her mind, and massaging the outside of it. She could taste it in her mouth and
smell it inside her enforcibly flared and stretched
nostrils. The things inside her felt like they were rubber or maybe that was a
product of her melting mind. Her head swam in a Latex Nothingness and then,
just then there was a noise in her ears. A crackle, like static. But that just
brought attention to her ears. They too seemed compressed and the canals
stretched and a little filled. If it made any sense she could 'hear' rubber
too. It sent her into shivers and shakes but she had to be careful with her
breathing. She had to be careful, not too much air she wasn't entitled to too
much air. She would be punished with no air if she tried to take too much. That
crackle then, again in her ears. Both ears. Little speakers in her ears
springing to life.
Welcome Back Cunt.
Brenda's heart missed several beats
and then she regulated her breathing. That voice! She recognised that voice and
she went into immediate tremors. It was a voice from the past. The distant
past. If she could collapse, and pass
out she would but she couldn't do any of that. Her mind, her brain, her very
being slid a few turns more down into that spiral, into that vortex.
Now where shall I begin?