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Chapter 7: Population Recover Test Area
The hood covering Kaylin’s head was completely soundproof and dark. The thick rubber pressed her eyes shut and some sort of thick foam padding must have been sandwiched between layers of rubber at the ear lobes. The thing pushed the pads deep into her ear canal completing the seal against any outside sounds.
She had no clue of where she was being taken. She was bodily bundled out of the room she had been in during the dressing process. This she knew for certain. The heavy rubber of the suit pressed against her and each movement as they carried her along caused the familiar sensation of heavy rubber massaging. If she weren’t so frightened for this turn of events she could easily surrender to the power of the total enclosure.
She was lifted into something and the handlers secured her in a restraining system that seemed to hold her in suspension. She was actually unsure of whether she was facing up or down. The tight rubber cocoon and suspension effectively canceled out her ability to orient her sense of balance.
She only knew that she was prone… at least that was what she thought. Then that thing inside her pussy erupted in vibration. Now this new twist to her bondage got her squirming within the taught bindings as the thing throbbed and pulsed against her inner flower and her erect and sensitive bud. This was some heavy sexual bondage and she was not in control for the first time in her life. The fear and excitement easily carried her aroused body to plateaus of sensual pleasure!
The pulsing attack on her most sensitive inner sanctum left her defenseless in its unexpected assault. Her hot sweat was creating a slick layer of lubrication between her sensitive skin and the tight rubber. Each move, as small as the bonds allowed, sent fiery shocks of sensual pleasure to her now over-sensitized brain. Deep inside her most inner core, hot carnal fires were stoked as the hot rubber and the pulsing wand pushed her arousal to sex-crazed desire! Her love juices flowed copiously from the nether region sealed behind the rubber layers and the wand moved easily within the well-lubricated love flower as it bloomed gloriously in its hidden rubbery isolation.
The straps and bindings were made of thick rubber bungee cords and the heavy rubber pulled at the reinforced “D” ring points on harness she was strapped in. She was suspended in the back of the panel truck and the tight rubber allowed her some movement thought the taught bindings held her like tight strings of some bizarre musical instrument. In fact, her movements in the bindings as she writhed in sexual arousal sent light hums through the cargo box.
“The sound of unbridled arousal,” thought one of the guards watching the cargo. He would have said something to his partner but both were completely encased in heavy black rubber, hoods gagged with locked gas masks and suits. And these “trustees” were privileged since they were allowed out of the ranch to complete this mission.
Both began to rub crotches as their prisoner’s writhing increased from the vibe attacking her tender sex. As their actions were recorded - actually they were - cock sheaths suddenly inflated. The isolating effect of the sheaths easily frustrated the effort to achieve relief.
“Drone Number 1 will report for punishment cycles upon return to the Ranch,” said a voice in one guard ear. The same message went to the other with the exception of the name, Drone Number 5.
The anonymous soul in the white rubber suit suddenly went rigid with a massive explosion of lust. The two busted guards just watched in envy and feared for their fate. Drone 1 thought of a week on the range in one of the cattle suits. He was so wrong.
Inside her cocoon, Kaylin expected a respite after her shuddering orgasm slowly ebbed from her body. The assault on her only intensified. Now sharp piercing pulses were sent into her super-sensitive nipples. The blood engorged things rubbed against the slightly textured suit and pushed against the rubber as the shocks were slowly building. She struggled even more in the bonds as she felt the assaults spread from the hard aroused flesh to the rest of her sensitized body. The pulsing wand in her pussy slowed as this new assault on her other erogenous parts built in intensity. Her sweat poured freely as she squirmed in her rubber prison. Fluid was pushed into her throat and she swallowed greedily. Even the basic bodily function of drinking took on erotic overtones in her situation. The cool fluid sluiced down her throat filling her belly with a chill that sent an erotic shiver through her overheated body. She peed shortly after the watering and the pulses started anew as she surrendered to this sexual journey into her uncertain fate.
Her mind was alive as a full range of emotions, fear to exultation shouldered to the forefront of her attention. The cloyingly tight rubber was the most persistent sense. Every inch of her skin was massaged by the rubbery fingers. Her skin sent waves of sensory thrills to her most primeval corners of her brain. Her difficult and forced breathing which left each breath slightly wanting provided another carnal input. The suspension and bondage added a third sensual layer to the total overload of primitive, almost spontaneous sensory response. She could so easily surrender completely to the sexual assault and free-fall into an abyss of wanton lust with no hope of return to the rational world she had centered her life on.
It was so easy to surrender to the rubbery bliss. It was so easy to surrender to the absolute sexual desire created by the encapsulating rubber she found herself in. It was so easy as the vibe inside her slowly roused her quivering body to another wave of orgasmic lust. The wave washed over her hot body and sweat poured anew from her tortured being. Fluids sluiced again down her throat. Her thoughts were totally centered on the present lust. The future had no meaning as she rode this erotic rollercoaster of passion to her new life. All care for her work was distant memories as the lust again asserted itself on her pliant body. She shuddered again.
The trip took over two hours. During that time Kaylin had three more orgasms as she writhed and feared for her future. She had no idea of the destination. She vaguely thought this kidnapping fit into the pattern of Mistress Angelina but she couldn’t figure how it was executed from the floor of her company, unless the company was somehow part of the plot. Kaylin was not in any condition to know where they were going. She assumed the van was taking her to the ranch where she had dropped Jason so many months before. Jason… she loved him and so wanted to be with him in rubbery bliss now. Her encapsulated condition only amplified her desire to feel his hot rubberized body cuddling, rubbing against her, arousing her sensitive spots in the way only rubberized fingers can.
The van was not taking the route to the ranch. It traveled west from Denver climbing high into the Rockies toward the Eisenhower Tunnel and the Great Divide. The cargo in back was of course oblivious to the change in scenery as barren Front Range foothills gave way to aspen then Ponderosa Pines.
The van passed through the tunnel and descended into the Vail community. The ski lifts were quiet as late summer only hinted at the coming cold which was still a month away. The trees on the hills were just beginning to show sign of change. The river running near the freeway had occasional groups of anglers in chest waders trying their luck at various access points.
“I wonder how many of them might be closet rubberists?” asked Angelina rhetorically as she watched the fishermen/women casting their lines from the shallow pools.
“No idea,” grunted the driver.
Angelina looked at him. He might be another candidate for her experiment just because he had the audacity to speak without permission.
Between Vail and Eagle-Vail, the van exited the freeway onto Highway 24. They slowed as they made their way through Minturn, a small village that strung out along the highway for a couple of miles but was not many blocks wide on either side. The highway was the lifeblood of the town. It was the aorta of business access that kept what few people here partially employed outside of the ski season.
The van accelerated out of town and wove through the high mountain valley. Mountains rose to the sky on either side as the highway meandered through the floor of the river-formed valley. The van rose over a switchback that took it over a small ridge and the destination finally appeared in the valley below.
Gilman was the abandoned mining town and Superfund site managed by RTA now. Mr. James had been correct to a point about the purpose of the new suits. They were for use in Gilman. The slag ponds were finally declared clean. In fact the water was so pure, due to the lack of any living species in them, that the pools were crystal clear. Visibility was virtually unlimited and the 100 feet deep pools provided perfect conditions for the test. The water was a pretty constant temperature at the bottom of the pools, just above freezing year around. In the winter a thick layer of clear ice covered the pools but deep below the pools remained at that constant 36 degrees F. Even as summer heat warmed the top layer of water to nearly 60 degrees, the depths remained below 45.
* * * * *
The van turned off the main highway and approached the high cyclone fence that surrounded the site. The place had the look of a high security detention center. In a way it was.
Security lighting brightly illuminated the perimeter in the growing dusk. The occasional security patrol walked or drove around the old town. All security personnel looked much like Imperial Storm Troopers from Star Wars. The white plasticized armor was bulletproof and somewhat blast proof. Each guard was completed enclosed in heavy rubber under the armor suits. They were all gagged and to communicated using hand signals. Instructions were passed from a central control center to the patrols through communication interlinks embedded in their helmets.
The van slowed to a stop at the main gate. A sign hung between two concrete posts under which the road ran announced the place as the Population Restoration Test Area (P-RTA). Under the main name line smaller words said, a Radical-haz Technical Assessments Facility. The high security gate house looked more like a defensive fighting position than the entrance to a commercial site.
The guard, appropriately dressed in the regulation Storm Trooper uniform, held out a rubber-gloved hand to the van door window.
“Oh, right. Here is our manifest and entry authorization,” the driver said passing over a clipboard of papers.
Angelina fumed at the waste of words. The fellow should have just passed the sheath of documents over without comment.
“As you can see, Angelina Ocampo authorized this shipment,” the fellow added to his transgression with more unnecessary words.
The trooper waved the van into the compound. The van drove down the main street for about half a mile before turning right toward one of the old mine administration buildings. At the end of the street a heavily cracked and weed infested parking area highlighted the abandoned status of the place. Paint peeled from the concrete block building and a few windows were missing, replaced with plywood.
Angelina dismounted from the van in a sweeping movement of rustling latex. Her open Macintosh coat swung wide to reveal her perfectly exquisite rubberized form beneath.
She walked easily in her stiletto boots to the door and entered the building. Inside the building had been transformed into a state-of-the-art clean facility. It was well lighted. Shiny tile floors were spotless and white washed walls greeted all who entered. The gleaming chrome and white enamel furnishing seemed more fitting of a surgery suite than an old abandoned and rundown mining town.
“Ah, Doctor Hepner, how good to see you again.” Angelina offered a rubber sheathed hand.
“And you too. Everything is ready for the initial tests. My calculations have been checked more than once and we all agree the concept is feasible and has a 95 percent probability of success.”
“95 percent? I wish it could be better.”
“Yes, ma’am. I am sure all of the subjects understand the risk and will sign the consent forms. After all, 2 million dollars in cash for one month of work can be very persuasive to many people.”
Angelina thought about that one… one month was what the subjects signed on for… well once they were in the system it would not matter.
“Yes, Doctor. I’m sure all of the legal pieces are in order.”
“We received a message from Canada this morning,” Doctor Hepner said.
Angelina looked up from the papers she was reviewing, “Really?”
“Yes, Ma’am. It seems the big boss is coming to witness the inaugural tests.
“Doctor Leytecks himself is coming.”
“Yes, Ma’am. He wants to personally see the beginning of the new age in total rubber surrender. He indicated this has been his life-long dream.”
“Considering the scope of his RTA empire, our little piece must surely be insignificant.”
Indeed the Rubber Tree Annex Empire had grown significantly over the years. It had hotels, resorts, an airline, hundreds of heavy latex fetish stores, even well-placed government operatives. With the acquisition of Bio-Technologies it seemed RTA was branching out into a field where the protective nature of latex might have a purpose. The stoic employees of RTA were legendary for their inconspicuous presence. They were silent, when in public always dressed in a heavy Macintosh with hood and seemed to swish with quiet efficiency about their business. Only close inspection of the rigid faces would reveal the fixed expressions were latex masks and the mouths were always sealed with a gag. No one ever got that close to an RTA employee without being swept into the rubber world of the Empire.
“Doctor Hepner, you should at least indulge the Boss by wearing your rubber today.”
Hepner was not one who liked to wear his outer rubber layers. He usually wore his under suit, actually the thing were pretty much permanently locked in place as with other RTA employees. But he preferred to wear cotton scrubs and lab coat when working around the lab.
“Before he gets here I’ll put on latex scrubs and coat.”
“Hood too. You know how much he hates seeing skin.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Hepner mumbled.
Angelina figured they would have to indulge this fellow a bit longer before the staff fully understood the theory and workings of the system, then he would get his reward, not the 10 million he expected, but permanent residence in one of the pools… fully encased in heavy rubber like all the others.
“Explain the theory again, Doctor,” said Ocampo. She understood the system but always got a thrill when the procedure was explained.
“Therapeutic hypothermia has been in use for about a year. They put badly injured victims into an induced state of hypothermia. Slowing the body functions gives the doctors time to work on severe wound and damage to the body. It’s like slowing the clock of the body allowing the repairs that would normally take too long to be completed before life runs out.
“My system is a way to maintain young and healthy subjects young and healthy. It is a extension of the theory. By placing the subjects into hypothermic induced condition, the body can last virtually indefinitely.
“We closely monitor the functions and raise or lower the temperatures of the argon gas filled suits to assure the subject survives. Our system of feeding subjects is perfect for the process. We can keep the subjects on ice so to speak for years with no apparent ill effects as long as we can stimulate the brain functions at regular intervals. That is why each warming cycle will include a sexual fantasy cycle to engage the body in an erotic adventure and stimulate a full body response.”
“You mean orgasm?”
“Yes, Ma’am… more than one if needed. These subjects will be total rubber slaves in their environment.”
Angelina was wet inside her latex as the doctor said those words.
“Thank you, Doctor. That’s all I need to hear. By the way, the three idiots that were in the van with me are volunteers for the project.”
“Excellent.”
“I’m going to Preparation to see how the bitch is taking to her transformation.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Kaylin was the center of attention. Her white rubberized body was held in place by straps on the surgical table. The high intensity light shone down on the bizarre scene as three technicians worked to ready her for the final insertion.
The suit had been opened to install final relief tubing that would flush her colon whenever pressure of her pee enemas reached prescribed levels. Computer settings were checked and the system tested by introducing warm water through the tubes. The flush worked as prescribed. At the pre-set pressure level, the system held the fluid in her distended abdomen for five minutes before valves released the stuff to the waste line.
For Kaylin this ordeal was another step of pain/lust. Her compressed abdomen cramped as the fluids filled her belly. She thought she could be no fuller when even more fluid pushed in and finally she was forced to hold the stuff inside as her muscles cramped deliciously from the need to release. Try as she might, the cramps were unrewarded and her arousal peaked as the vibrating system hit her flower with a sharp jolt of pleasure. Finally some external valve opened and the waste flowed from her body. She was panting from the arousal and unfulfilled sexual need. The pants were audible to the personnel in the room.
“Enema flow system test complete,” said one of the technicians.
Kaylin was raised to a sitting position. She was still wearing the same white blinding hood that was pulled on before the trip. For her there was total darkness and only distant muffled sounds penetrated the pliable inner padding that had pushed into her ears.
A technician took a pair of surgical scissors to the eye area and opened the hood to sight. Kaylin was blinded by the sudden light and squinted. Mirrors were set into the walls and ceiling giving the room an infinite quality. To her left and right white rubber-clad women marched into the distance. She could only turn slightly and see the vision from the corner of her eyes.
“Welcome to the Population Recovery Test Area. I think you’ve been here many times before but this time you get to stay for a bit longer than before,” Angelina was obviously enjoying the one-way chat.
“You are in Gilman. I understand you own property a little way down the road near Red Cliff. Today we will prepare you for your stay in one of the test facility pools. Begin the process.”
One of the techs took up a set of suction cups and strapped them to Kaylin’s chest. The cups fit perfectly into the curved upper section of the corset and sealed over her breasts.
“Not everyone will require this treatment, dear. Your breasts are just a bit too small for the system. The vacuum will draw blood into them and pull them tightly out so we can properly secure them for optimal system operations.”
Suction was applied and as the vacuum formed inside the clear plastic globes, Kaylin saw her breasts distend from blood flowing freely into the low pressure area. She watched in amazement as her boobs became three times larger and her nipples popped out in full arousal. The feel of the tits filled the rubber suit completely was quite erotic.
As her tits stood out perkily, a small ring with little upward pointing needles slipped over each of her aroused nipples. Kaylin gasped inside her gag as the little pricks sent subtle pain through her tender orbs.
“Even when you’re not under vacuum, those pins will keep your nipples firmly secured inside the trap. I suppose it’s a shame that the little pricks of the pins put small holes in the suit. Once the cups are removed we will place little caps over the tits to reseal the suit before putting the vacuum tits back on. Didn’t I tell you they were part of the system?”
Angelina didn’t tell Kaylin that the rubber caps being put over her nipples were wired and electrical contacts would connect to the needles to provide some very unpleasant stimulation when the time came.
The next job was replacing the trip vibe with the larger permanent fitting. The trip vibe was pulled easily from the sheathed pussy and discarded. The tech took up the new dildo. This hollow shaft was twice the girth of the trip probe. This one had prickly spines lining its length and was heavily ribbed. It was long enough to penetrate to the depths of Kaylin’s delicate inner region and press hard against the wall of skin separating it from the rear shaft. The sheath would help with isolating this thing and protecting her body from any unexpected damage.
Attachments at the base of this thing fit tightly over her clitoris and electrodes would provide stimulations ranging from erotic pleasure to fearsome sado-masochistic jolts. Again Kaylin was unaware of the esoteric features. Her eyes went wide with fear/anticipation as she saw the size of the thing.
Her sheathed pussy was slick with desire and the lubricated thing was slowly pushed into her body. She quivered as the penetrating shaft slowly filled her completely. The ribs and spines poked hard against her tender inner walls. A narrow groove in its upper surface was lined to her urethra. The drain tube for her urine was slid into place and the seal completed. The urinary relief tube was connected to the line that passed through her crotch to the enema/rear plug. Once the thing was tightly against her crotch, the technician applied cement to seal it in place. Wires dangled from the shaft.
“Please take a piss,” Angelina said calmly.
Kaylin was startled by this command.
“I will not repeat the request. DO IT!”
Kaylin pushed and felt her hot pee push into her rear.
“Nod if you felt the pee go inside your ass.”
Kaylin nodded as required.
“Ballet boots would be a wonderful accessary to this suit. Too bad the outer suits won’t do well with ballet boots on the subject. But we have these interesting boots for you to wear. They provide the same foot position as ballet boots without the pointy tips and heels that can damage the outer suits.”
Angelina held up a horse hoof boot minus a horseshoe. It was white like the rest of the suit.
“At least these are still fetish wear for the moment.”
The technician tugged a hoof onto each foot. They were actually thigh-high boots of thick rubber. The technician pulled them snuggly in place and zipped them shut. Kaylin was immediately aroused by the additional encasement from the boots. A series of garter straps were attached to the corset bottom to secure the boots in place. In the case of Kaylin these boots were actually all the way to her crotch! Any small movement caused the tops to rub her most pleasurably! Her toes were indeed pushed down into a severe angle that hurt.
“I know that pain. It passes as your tendons stretch and adjust.” Angelina was almost solicitous as she said this and she drew her hand lightly across Kaylin’s cheek.
* * * * *
The feeding system was simple enough. A slippery black tube was held in front of Kaylin’s face. The thing was made with double walls of latex around all but the very back part. The back part was a thick strip of rubber with a built-in groove.
Her head was secured tightly in a multi-point grip to assure no movement.
“This will gag a bit but just swallow as you feel it reach the back of your throat. It has this little groove built in the back which will accommodate your internal breathing tubes. For now your breathing will be a bit difficult as you have to push air down the back of this tube into your lungs.” As Angelina was giving Kaylin instructions, the technician pushed the thing through the oval opening of the mouth gag. It hit the back of her throat and as he pushed it on she had to swallow to keep it from going down the wrong way. The reflex action was perfect and the thing slipped easily down the esophagus. The shiny nickel ring snapped onto the gag ring to secure the thing in place.
The technician pulled a portable ultra sound machine in to Kaylin’s neck and upper chest. The picture on the computer screen showed the tube to be perfectly placed with its lower end just inside the stomach as he passed the wand over her body. The technician attached a small squeeze pump to a tiny hole below the clip ring and gave a couple of squeezes. Air filled the space between the two layers of rubber and sealed the tube perfectly inside her. He then took up a single piece of surgical tubing and fed it down the left nostril of her nose. Watching the picture he slowly pushed a collapsible Y-connection with a short attached tube through the nostril. For this part of the job, Angelina actually held the ultra sound wand. She caressed Kaylin’s cheek again.
“It will be done soon and the pain will go away.”
As the second tube slipped past the nasal passage junction, the technician took a flexible pair of tweezers and went into the right nostril to grab the tube and pull the entire thing back into its final position. Tears were visible in the open part of the hood as Kaylin grunted and gasped in response to the horrid treatment. He pushed two pink sponge tubes over the nose tubes. The cement bonded the thick sponge in place.
“Now it is time to fix your saliva production,” Angelina said.
Actually Angelina had no real reason to say anything to this subject but she felt a need to communicate the situation and the finality of the process to this one. Maybe she saw a young “Angelina” in this girl.
This was easy. The tech pushed a rubber suction tube under the gag and her tongue. Then he took up a mouth retractor and went about pulling her mouth wider than the gag inside. This little task was horrible to Kaylin. Her jaw distended and may have even dislocated from the force of the device.
“We have to do this since the gag was placed back in Denver. The rest of your team will have their gags and this work done here.”
The gap was very small. But with tiny tools and arthroscopic techniques, the technician was able to easily pierce a tongue stud through the bottom of the gag on either side of the feeding tube. Kaylin flinched as the thing pierced her tongue. The flat nut for the top was slipped over the gag and into position. A second stud and flinch and the piercing was done.
“We have to keep your tongue in position for the saliva suction to work properly.”
The technician swabbed the wound entry and exit points with antiseptic.
“Watch her vital for infection for the next four days.”
The retractor was pulled out and the jaw slipped painfully back into the teeth slots of the gag. Angelina massaged the back of Kaylin’s jaw to relieve the pain. Now Kaylin was glaring as best she could at Angelina.
“If looks could kill I’d be dead. I remind you, my dear, that you are the one in bondage.”
Finally the inner suit was completed. The pain of the piercing, the nipple rings, the jaw, the tubing inside, the harsh angle of her feet, and the thick thing inside her pussy slowly eased. Still she felt all of these things assaulting her body even as she moved just a little. She sat on the bench, still strapped down and admired her rubberized body. The white purity was incredible. She had to admit the suit definitely made her sexual being grow with unbridled power. She was totally submissive in this situation yet she never felt such power as her sexual aura freely pulsed within the tight rubber. She almost imagined a glow of power pulsing from the white rubber skin. She was not too surprised to find out her arousal building.
“Ah, here is our first rubber goddess of submission,” said Angelina.
Kaylin saw a tall man in black rubber behind Angelina.
“Yes, Mistress Angelina. She is truly exquisite in that suit. It’s too bad that the system requires it to be covered by two clunky dry suits. Are you sure we can’t forego that part in this one and just let her enjoy her destiny as a rubber goddess to worship?”
“We must process her completely, sir.”
“Yes I suppose we must… still it would be glorious to indulge her sexual desire. You say this one is a believer?”
“Yes, sir. I checked out her past. She converted about a year ago and pretty much never looked back. She even got her boyfriend to try rubber but he didn’t really take to it until we were asked to modify his behavior at the Ranch. Now he is a believer. In fact he was the technician helping with the final preparations of her suit this afternoon.”
Kaylin blinked with surprise as she heard that. The guy with the tongs had been Jason!
“If we must continue with her preparation, we must. Please proceed.” Doctor Leytecks left the room in a rustle of soft latex.
Kaylin was aghast at the thought of more preparations. The white suit was enough in her mind.
An hour later she was ready for the final plunge. Surprisingly the last two suits were pretty easy to handle. The first suit was a silver and black neoprene GST dry suit. It was pulled over her rubberized body after the vacuum tits were put back on with little fanfare. The various tubes and connections were pulled through custom opening designed to be sealed once the tubes were out.
The upper hoods were a different matter. Though the process was not painful, the things added to her head were quite claustrophobic. First a thick rubber mask was added to her white hood. It had short tubes over her eyes and effectively acted as blinder a horse might wear. Her view was a black tunnel with an opening to the light. Then the neoprene hood for the dry suit was pulled on and tucked under the collar. Neck rings were added and a couple more hoses connected to the buoyancy valves of the suit.
The final suit was a black rubber industrial level hazardous diving suit. This suit was also easily pulled on. The final helmet was pulled over her head and locked to the neck ring of the suit. The two short tunnels shafts around her view were pressing against the faceplate of the suit. The faceplate of the suit was actually kaleidoscope prisms and made the light entering her view splinter into a variety of geometric shapes. She was again blinded without being blind.
“You don’t want to see what you look like anyway, dear.” This time the voice was inside her head. One of the added hoods must have had some sort of communications link.
“The suits are clunky and loose and pretty ugly. You look just like the men of your team in these suits. But I will imagine the vision under the dive gear. You are truly an ugly duckling of extreme rubberized beauty under those suits.”
She was walked, with significant assistance out of the building and across the open lot to the edge of one of the deep ponds. Breathing hoses (inlet and exhaust) were connected to the faceplate of the outer hood and Kaylin felt the first gush of cool forced air into her lungs. Her feeding and watering tubing was connected to a long hose. The waste lines were connected. In the case of the waste lines, the material would be pumped out to the edge of the pond bottom and stored in a large double tank that would be periodically emptied from the surface.
Kaylin began to feel vaguely like an astronaut. She absolutely felt like a deep sea diver, something she had never done.
“The air mix is similar to what deep sea divers breathe. We fill your layer between the suits with argon gas to provide some insulation and space to allow your lungs to work with less effort. The calibrated depth of the inflation is 95 feet, just above the bottom of the pond.”
The final bondage was applied. This was a mesh net that covered Kaylin from head to toe. The bottom of the netting was closed and locked with chain. A five foot length of chain attached to the bottom ended in a 100 pound concrete weight. The bound gagged and rubberized package was hoisted into a boat. Two handlers pushed off and rowed the boat out about 20 yards from the shore.
They manhandled Kaylin over the side. Her inherent buoyancy caused her to bob like a cork on the surface of the pond. Her view of the sky was distorted by the lenses but she could tell the sun was shining.
There was a splash as the concrete weight went over the side. Suddenly Kaylin saw the water close over the sky and the light fade as she plunged to the bottom of the pond. Cold began to penetrate her suit despite the gas insulation. She hit the bottom and bobbed up to an upright position. The stillness was complete. She felt no movement as the pond waters were completely still. In front of her she could just make out the distorted view of another dry suited figure in a mesh net. So this was her fate.
At that moment, the argon gas seemed to warm and the vibe inside began to attack her inner spot. Electrical shocks shot through her nipples and she felt her tits grow as the vacuum sucked the air out. Her tongue exploded in pain as she tried to scream from the sudden attack. Her enema system began to push fluid inside her. First it was cold but it soon became warm and she was suddenly transformed into a raving sexual slut letting the attack carry her to its final explosive relief. She wondered how long this bondage was going to be. She really didn’t care as she thrust hard against the pulsing shaft and exploded in her first massive orgasm in the mine pond.
“I hope you got her permission to participate in the test,” said Doctor Leytecks as he watched the computer monitoring her vital signs.
“Oops. It slipped my mind but we do have the deed to her property near Red Cliff.”
“Excellent.”
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