Everybody had gone. No need to keep the act up any more. Like, it WAS an act
wasn't it? Or was it? Julia came back through to the lounge and reclaimed her
favourite deep, soft plush leather sofa. It was obvious that she had relaxed just a little
since her friends, colleagues and guests had gone. It wasn't really an act. That
aloofness. That air of superiority. She was their boss after all. She did have to retain
some kind of air and mystery. The fooling about was just that. Quite often, after the
event she had a feeling she had gone too far. But, as always she could never help herself.
The mischief in her. Always the mischief in her.
The rasp of nylon on nylon was even louder in the dead silence of the room, now
that everyone had gone. Julia never failed to notice the resonation, up and down the
extraordinary lengths of her legs, that the rasping caused. And in the seclusion that she
now was in, she could enjoy that resonation. Rasping up and down, the resonations
travelling from where the nylon on nylon contacted right up over her knees, and thighs,
and to the smoothness of the inner thighs. And then, just then, the resonation travelling
just that little bit further to the area between her legs. Making her clench her thighs
tightly, so that the sensations it created could be made to last longer and so they could
be intensified. She could only partly enjoy that resonation and what it created in the
company of her friends. Now though they had gone, and she could kick back and enjoy.
Fully enjoy.
Oh yessss she could enjoy. She could fully immerse in that rasping sound and
sensation.
And she did. She crossed, then recrossed her legs and she found the point where the
most sensation was caused. She lifted her top most knee slightly and to differing heights
before lowering it causing another volume of rasp. She did that time after time after time
before reaching into her bag for her cigarettes.
Its funny, Julia didn't even smoke on a 'socially only' scale. She
never smoked outside the house. Or at work. It was just, during the end of these down
times, when alone in the house, that she lit up and inhaled deeply then casually let smoke
pour from her deep red lips. It was kind of like the bad girl in her coming out. Some
self abuse of an extraordinary body, just because, just because she could. Just like she
was doing right now. Sitting right back, playing with her nylon clad legs. Making that
rasping sound, making those resonations travel up and down her leg flesh. Taking a deep
drag then inhaling deeply. Blowing out the smoke as she let the fingers of her idle hand
rise gently over the satin and transparent nylon swell of one breast. Just the one breast
got the fingers. Circling the nipple and areola through the material of the dress.
Circling very lightly; very, very lightly and then beginning to press into the areola.
Each and every circling of the nipple appeared to make it swell more. The more it swelled
the more it poked through the material. As the nipple became more profound, so to did the
ring like shape. It was an unmistakable shape of a thick nipple ring that was pierced
through the base of the nipple, close to the areola. Another more distinct sign of self
abuse. Of the bad girl in her. The more she lightly circled and pressed around the nipple
the more distinct the outline through the satin. Julia leaned back, rising a knee,
lowering it, circling the nipple and pressing it. The nipple becoming thick, teat like.
And that oh so distinct shape of the ring, lying flat and under the nipple since it had
been pierced side to side. Head back eyes closed as she took a few more drags of the
cigarette before stubbing it out quite aggressively in the ashtray at her side.
Julia's tongue slid out with the last of the smoke... slid across the width of
her lips as her eyes opened again. She peered over into her bag and took out a credit
card sized thing that looked like a remote control. Without rearranging herself, she got
to her stiletto'd feet and slowly strode into the entrance foyer of the house. Her
slightly dishevelled appearance added to her aurora and to her secret bad girl persona.
The sound of her heels on the marble seemed loud. Louder than normal even to her. It
always seemed that way when she was aroused. And she had become aroused. It was like the
strut her heels created was a more enhanced strut measured by the level of her arousal. It
was like the more she played with the nylon on nylon sensations of her legs, the more
those resonations seemed to travel to her nether regions. And the louder that rasp was. As
she entered the hugely impressive foyer of the house, she studied herself for a little
while in the mirrored walls. She always liked what she saw. Never failed to like what she
saw in those full length mirrored walls. She impressed herself on a grand scale.
As Julia got into the centre of the minimalist floor space, she held up the credit
card sized thing and whilst pointing it directly upwards, she almost imperceptibly swept
her thumb over one of the slightly raised buttons. For a split second there was no noise.
There was nothing. Julia didn't even look up at first. She simple pointed the control
in the genera direction of 'up' and pressed the button. It was only when there
was a noise from above did she actually, very casually look up. A double sliding loft door
was opening. Looking at the ceiling in normal circumstances, it would have been
impossible to tell that a door of any kind had been fitted, so high was the work
standards. Normal trap doors into lofts were just that. They hinged downwards and were
sometimes attached to ladder for access. This sliding loft door was in the ceiling high
above the foyer and directly above the central floor area, in the middle of the two
sweeping staircases and there was no attached ladder. Julia glanced up, saw the actions
she had initiated through the remote were in progress and then casually re-looked at
herself in the mirrored walls. Finally brushing down the dress and straightening out the
slight dishevelment of her dress and hair.
The trap doors slid across the ceiling and opened fully. Just a black hole existed
where the doors had been. A complete and utter black hole that from down the two floors in
height, it was impossible to peer into. It was obviously into the roof space since the
height gave that away. With that action completed, Julia caressed another button, and from
inside the blackness another mechanism was heard. The sound of some sort of electronic
motor. A whirring sound, quite high pitched from inside the blackness. And then... and
then... something being lowered out of the gloom. Something that created another deeper
contrast. Or a deeper conflict actually. What came out of the blackness was at complete
odds with the surroundings it was being lowered into. The hyper luxurious modern
surroundings and minimalist marbled brightness of the entrance foyer of the house was
being added to. Added to in stark, jaw dropping way. A way that defied belief.
Lowering down out of the hatch was a shiny black, smooth shape. Completely still.
Completely immobile except for the slow downward journey it was taking towards the marbled
floor. The shape was human. That much could be seen. It was also obviously female since
there were significant breast bulges. But whilst it was easy identifiable as human in
shape, it was also obvious that something was not quite right. There was a smooth black
shiny head, imprisoned in what looked like a cage. It was via this head cage that the
whole form was being supported by the hoist that was lowering her down. The immediate
conclusion was that she was suspended via this cage that was sealed around her neck and
throat. In actuality this was an intricate design, the whole design intrinsic to the
support of the helpless female inside the opaque total rubber shrink wrapping.
The head cage was alarming enough. But there were other things that just
didn't look 'right'. The shape yes it was female, feminine. But
noticeable as the whole thing was lowered closer and closer to ground level was that the
head, featureless, was swollen, or inflated beyond its normal dimensions and there were no
eye holes. Nor were there any ears, or holes where there should be ears. Nor there were
any nostril holes through which to breath. Where there would have been a mouth, there
wasn't one. There was simply what could be best described as a circular, valve type
contraption, similar to the screw on petrol cap of a car. At least that was its
appearance. This valve thing gave the distinct impression that the mouth behind it was
being held wide open. What drew the attention to this valve was its shiny, almost mirrored
stainless steel colour and effect. And its placement right in the middle of a featureless
shiny, black latex rubber face. The whole form had alien like qualities. But it
wasn't alien, it was human being. Female human being. Helpless female human being.
Other things weren't 'right' too. There was no flesh at all
viewable. Whatever it was, whoever it was, was completely sealed in the seamless rubber.
Completely shrink wrapped, completely moulded and completely immobilised in some kind of
awful bondage. It was easy to see, the distinct shape of her arms, sealed behind her and
down the length of her back, with the hands coming together. Even the distinct shape of
her elbows, and her hands and even her fingers. But even on recognising these features,
something was still not quite right with the shape. As distinct and as shiny as it was,
everything seemed inflated. Everything seemed enhanced in not a nice way. Julia casually
looked up expressionless as the thing was lowered. Her tongue slid with a predatory motion
from one side of her mouth to the other.
Disturbingly, where the thing's throat would have been looked swollen to. It
looked like it was swollen or inflated from the inside. That is, that particular swelling
was nothing to do with the rubber prison she was inside of. Moving the eyes down the
shape, the swell of her breasts was obvious. They had been moulded and shaped. But where
the nipples would have been, there were cruel, claw like caps that prevented any flesh, or
nipples being seen, but that just spoke volumes of a torment that couldn't quite be
seen or heard. At least, the torment wouldn't have been able to be seen or heard
except for the hissing of breath through the mouth valve as she was lowered, and lowered
towards the ground floor level.
That at least answered the one question. Was this woman, was this 'thing'
alive or dead. The hissing of her breath was amplified further. The valve acting also as a
speaker. Little mewlings of distress were obvious. Not just obvious, but cruelly so.
Moving the eyes down over the tummy then. As perfectly smooth and shiny and black as the
tummy was... it too was swollen, and there was a distinct bulge. Like the bulge in her
throat, it appeared to come from the inside. The tummy bulge could easily be mistaken for
a bulge similar to one in the earlier throws of pregnancy. But a distinct swelling. One
that was not normally part of the woman's otherwise immaculate shape.
The legs of the female form were fixed in the open position and slightly bent at
the knees. What made the whole form, the whole shape, the whole vision more bizarre and
disturbing was that the taught, smooth rubber was webbed between the legs. The web
stretched to its maximum with the slight spread of the legs.
Her feet were as distinct as her hands. Under the rubber encasement they were also
naked feet. The shape of toes could be clearly seen. Even the veining over the arch of the
feet could been made out through the skin tight thinness of the rubber at her feet. Maybe
this veining would not have been so apparent had the feet not been forced to arch as
though they had been forced into severely high heels. There were no high heels. Just
delicate steel like frameworks built around the lower legs and feet, holding them in what
must have been an agonising position. It was as though these frameworks were trainer
frames. Frames for training the feet to be in that tippytoe position on a more permanent
basis. As though some thought had gone into the future of this poor unfortunate woman.
Between her ankles, a little bar preventing closure or movement of the feet and legs. The
bar something like a simple eighteen inches in length. A similar bar attached between the
knees and built into the contraption that this poor woman was being held in. The ankle and
knees spread bars built into the web between the legs. A totally bizarre, a totally
disturbing sight. Almost inhuman but not quite. It was the (in)human element that made it
such a caustically cruel sight.
The amplified whimpering and the mewling that came through the mouth valve and
speaker only increased in volume as she got lower and lower.
“HISSSSSNNNGGGGG HISSSSSNNNG HISSSSSNNNG HISSSSSNNNG.”
A surreal sound really that filled the air of the foyer so much and so lucidly that
it was as though one had been transported to a different place. A different planet.
Certainly, the atmosphere and ambience of the earlier dinner party had evaporated into the
thick air of female on female cruelty that was beginning to fester at this point.
The eyes couldn't help but roam over this unfortunate individual whoever she
was. The natural arch of her back. The pushed back stance of her shoulders. The enhanced
breasts, and those creature like things that were attached over her nipples. And then
something else. Yes something else. Where her crotch was, another valve like thing that
gave the impression, like the oral one, that the hole it covered was wide, wide open.
Moving behind her, lower down and around from the crotch valve another valve that would
have been situated at her anus. Weirdly, strangely just the look and the overall
conclusion was drawn that this hole was also stretched open wide under that valve. The
three main orifices to this woman's internals, valved and open. Just the thought sent
shivers down the spine. Even this view only hinted at the real cruelty that this poor
creature was experiencing.
The helpless woman was lowered until she was suspended, her down painting toes just
an inch or so from the marbled floor of the foyer. Suspended by a single strand of what
looked like very delicate wire but that was in actual fact very strong high tensile steel.
She swung very gently. The natural arch of the swing very long due to the length of the
wire she was suspended by. Julia moved in close, to steady her. So that the swinging
stopped but so that she simple rotated, like some sort of bizarre ballet dancer. She
rotated very very slowly. The rotation very slow, very smooth due to the fact that she,
whoever she was couldn't make any other movement that would be required to interrupt
that smooth flow. The slow slow slow rotation treating Julia to angles of view all around
the suspended form.
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