Chapter 10
Nadia stood before Evelyn’s office door, her gloved fist raised but frozen mid-air. She had spent the week lost in spirals of anxiety, replaying the moment she had agreed to Elise’s challenge over and over in her head. The hallway around her hummed with Abyss’s usual ambiance, low bass, muffled laughter, the occasional clink of crystal glasses, but here, outside Evelyn’s sanctuary, the atmosphere seemed heavier, quieter, like the building itself was holding its breath. The full-face latex mask sealed tightly against her skin, sweat beaded along her spine beneath the rubber catsuit, trapped and inescapable. She swallowed hard, the taste of latex filling her mouth, and finally knocked.
"Enter." Evelyn’s voice was calm, detached, as though she had been expecting this.
The office was colder than the hall, though not enough to ease Nadia’s overheating skin. The walls were velvet black, the light dim and golden, casting long shadows across Evelyn’s desk. Behind her, a mirror reflected the scene with a cruel sense of doubling: Nadia could see herself standing there, gleaming and anonymous, a masked and faceless figure in black rubber. Evelyn looked immaculate as ever, dark gown flowing, eyes sharp, mouth curved in a faint smile that rarely promised comfort.
Nadia shut the door behind her and took a few hesitant steps forward. The squeak of her latex thighs rubbing together sounded indecent in the silence. Evelyn gestured to the chair across from her desk.
"Sit."
Nadia obeyed, lowering herself carefully onto the leather seat. She shifted, restless, the suit clinging, pulling. Her rubber-gloved hands shook faintly in her lap.
"You’ve come about Elise." Evelyn said it without question, as if she had already read the story in Nadia’s body language. She was of course well aware that Elise, the self-proclaimed Queen of Rubber, was setting Nadia up for a game against the new transparent rubber coffin.
Nadia furled her eyebrows, but then remembered the mask obscured her face. "She says she can demand a rematch. That if I refuse, she can publish… everything. Is it true?"
Evelyn folded her hands neatly atop the desk. "Why ask me a question you already know the answer to?"
Nadia stiffened. "Because I need to hear it. Or to hear if I overlooked a clause, a way out. I need… confirmation." Her voice trembled, a raw edge betraying the storm beneath her composure.
Evelyn’s eyes softened only slightly, but her words remained sharp. "Then let me confirm it for you. Yes. Elise is within her rights. The membership contract grants her the authority to demand a rematch within twenty-four months. Refusal, as clearly stated, allows her to release wager-related material. Article 7, clause 5a, is one of my favorites as it allows my guests to play high stake games among themselves. You agreed to those terms. Your signature is ink on every page. Nothing Elise has said is false."
Nadia’s stomach dropped. The chair beneath her suddenly felt unstable, as though she might fall through the floor into the black depths below. She gripped the armrests, her latex gloves squeaking against the leather.
"She never told me how long," Nadia whispered, her voice cracking. "The coffin… how long would she keep me there? Do you know? Did she talk to you?"
Evelyn tilted her head, considering her like one might study a fragile specimen. "That is not for me to say. Duration is at Elise’s discretion, so long as it is within the framework of Abyss’s rules. I can tell you that she wants long, very long. We are talking about multiple months at least. You consented to that uncertainty when you signed. You gave away the luxury of guarantees."
Nadia shook her head. "I can’t. I can’t survive that coffin. The heat, the pressure, the isolation." Her words broke off into a strangled breath. Images flooded her mind, images of a device not yet build: transparent rubber pressing down, the vibrator’s relentless torture, the air thick with her own sweat and panic, her body reduced to a display piece beneath the glass stage. She felt the room spin, her own face red and hot against the mask, her breath shallow and quick.
Evelyn leaned back, her smile cold, almost indulgent. "You should have read your contract more carefully. Abyss is not a place of mercy. Winning does not mean freedom. Victory often invites escalation, new obligations, hidden consequences. You and Elise, throughout multiple games, you have escalated into high stakes territory. Elise wants an extreme bondage forfeit from you for her not pursuing an extreme public ruination for you. You’ve lived here long enough to know that."
Nadia squeezed her eyes shut, as if blocking out Evelyn’s gaze might erase her words. "Please. There must be something you can do. You control this place."
Evelyn’s chuckle was low, mocking. "Control? No, my dear. I administer. I orchestrate. But the contracts are sacred. They are the lifeblood of Abyss. To break one would be to break the very essence of this place. Even I cannot undo your agreement with Elise. This is between you and her alone. I merely provide the stage, the tools, and the rubber coffin, should you lose. As this is between the two of you, think of me as a mere provider of the infrastructure."
Silence settled. The hum of Abyss seemed distant now, drowned out by the pounding of Nadia’s pulse in her ears. She wanted to claw at the mask, to tear the latex from her body, to breathe something other than the recycled heat of her own panic. But she was trapped, inside and out.
"I’ll lose myself in there," she whispered. "The coffin will destroy me."
Evelyn leaned forward, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Then do not lose. Prove Elise wrong. Or accept the coffin as your truth. Remember, you did win a statue challenge already - with ease! Only the last time, you seemed to struggle with sliding feet on those insoles. Don’t be distracted by that. You shall ignore this particular problem you had. But consider if accepting in public who you really are is preferable over months of sensory deprivation. Those are your only choices."
Tears pricked at the corners of Nadia’s eyes, but the latex mask caught them, smeared them against rubber. She felt small, suffocated, defeated before she had even begun. Every attempt to bargain had been useless. Elise’s snare was perfect. The contract was airtight. She slowly shook her head when thinking of the statue. Evelyn’s tone left no room for illusions.
Evelyn teased her, enjoying the conversation with the latex-clad Nadia in front of her. Naive Nadia had not caught up about her remark of not being distracted by the slippery heels she fought with last time. "It would be monumental. Elise plans nothing less than the longest and harshest rubber bondage in the history of Abyss - with you on the receiving end. I know you are fascinated by this latex box. At least the black one, maybe not Elise’s abomination. I can sense your secret. You are not the first latex kitten to roam Abyss. If you are too afraid to sink into rubber, you can always accept your public outing."
As if on cue, the Rings of Eternal Longing pulsed on Nadia’s nipples. A gasp escaped her mouth.
"There must be another way," Nadia tried again, desperation lacing her words. "A redemption challenge, something set by Abyss itself. Something other than… that."
Evelyn shook her head slowly. "Redemption challenges apply only when a member fails to appear, or violates their obligation to Abyss. You are not guilty of either. Your problem is personal. Elise holds the rights, not I. You can beg me for hours, and it will not change the law you bound yourself to. Every forfeit is chosen freely. Every chain you wear is forged from your own consent."
The words cut deeper than cruelty. They were true, but cold. Truth with no softness. Nadia bowed her head, the latex hood creaking faintly with the movement. She had walked into Abyss willingly, signed every page, courted every risk. Now it was closing around her like a steel trap.
"You see," Evelyn continued, her voice smooth, clinical, almost tender in its sharpness, "Abyss feeds not on fairness, but on your emotions. You are here because you sought experiences, and to experience your limits. And Elise is merely ensuring you find them. Speaking of limits, how is your daily latex feeling, and your nightly bondage? You have come a long way in your submission to her. You want out - she wants you bound even more. Oh, such a delightful bondage device! Nadia… it is cruel and extreme, even to Abyss’ standards."
Nadia sat motionless, stiff in sweaty body-heat and despair. She had come here hoping for reprieve, a loophole, some glimmer of salvation. Instead, she had been handed only certainty. The coffin loomed in her future like a grave already dug, waiting for her body to lie still within its rubber walls.
Finally, Evelyn rose, walking around the desk to stand behind her. A hand rested lightly on Nadia’s latex-covered shoulder, cool, steady, final. "You came seeking comfort. But comfort is not what Abyss offers. You will face Elise, or you will face exposure. Accept it, Nadia. It is already written."
Nadia’s chest tightened until she thought she might suffocate then and there. Her hands clenched uselessly in her lap, the latex groaning against itself. She tried to speak, to protest, to plead, but no words came. Only silence. The silence of defeat.
"Maybe talk to Elise directly to negotiate your forfeit. I can’t take that right away from her, nor would I want to."
And Evelyn, seeing her collapse, smiled faintly as though everything were proceeding exactly as it must. She observed as the slim, completely latex-covered woman turned her back towards her as she headed for the door, the ceiling lights playing magnificent games on the shiny surface of Nadia’s rubber skin.
When Nadia left the office, she did not feel the weight lift. If anything, it had grown heavier, pressing down on her like the coffin itself. Abyss’s corridors stretched ahead, dim and endless, their shadows whispering her fate. She walked slowly, rubber squeaking with each step, every movement echoing her doom. The coffin was waiting, and she knew she would not escape it.
And Evelyn, as soon as Nadia had left her office, she inhaled deeply. The wrinkles on her face smoothed a bit, almost unnoticeable to the casual observer. Fear was her favorite taste.
Her gaze drifted to the elegantly bound documents on her desk - contracts drafted by Abyss’s own legal team. They were works of art, carefully worded agreements designed to secure everything from voluntary servitude to indefinite commitments under the guise of entertainment. If someone truly wished to surrender permanently to Abyss, the world outside would forget them soon enough. Their affairs, their possessions, even their identities could be handled through proxies. The club had long since found ways to make such transitions seamless. It was vague enough in wording to mean anything from a weekend to forever. From now on, all participants with an overnight stay at the club would need to sign it before a challenge - to allow Abyss to take over financial obligations, rent, taxes, insurances, absence compensation from work. Abyss would be a benefactor. Elise’s signature on her hosting agreement had barely even dried on her copy in exchange for the transparent coffin being built for Nadia - a simple addendum to the membership contracts to allow Abyss to act as a hostel.
Evelyn exhaled, a slow, thoughtful smile forming. The legal pathways were already there. Now with the feud between Elise and Nadia, the right circumstances, the right stakes, the right challenge, had finally arrived. She would be able to satisfy the Count, the owners. She would satisfy their hunger, and her own. They would not come for her instead. It was a deal with the devil. A dance with the devil, one she had danced for many decades already. Abyss had always been a place where choices led people deeper into its embrace, step by step, until the outside world became nothing but a memory.
Evelyn filled her glass once more, watching the dark liquid cling to the crystal before it slid back into itself. Fear still lingered on the air like a perfume, and Nadia’s had been exquisite, raw, earnest, wasted. Clause 5a had always been a favorite of hers, not for its cruelty, but for its efficiency: it required nothing from her or Abyss itself, only that its members be allowed to consume one another. And they did, always. It allowed Abyss to run as a machine of suffering where the sufferers suffered at their peers' hands. The clause allowed a hell of its own to emerge naturally, without the need to be built by the Architects, the Owners or the Count. Elise was well within her rights to press the challenge, to threaten Nadia’s perfect public humiliation, and hold it at Nadia’s throat as a blade. What Evelyn chose not to mention, what she had carefully left in shadow, was how uneven the forfeit of the new coffin truly was. The stakes should be matching between the match and the demanded rematch; Nadia had won only a reprieve for herself, not put Elise under threat, so technically she could intervene. Not at the rematch itself, but at keeping the forfeit at a reasonable level. A month in the new coffin at most, or a reset of her tally again. But she chose not to intervene. Someone would have to fill the coffin eventually; the Count had made that expectation unmistakably clear. Better it be Nadia than herself. And if, along the way, the scales could be nudged ever so slightly, then so much the better. Evelyn smiled into her wine. But for naive Nadia, while she had a sliver of empathy and sympathy left in her, she hatched a grander plan. She could tip the scales so slightly. Like a good diplomat she would play both sides against each other. She would throw Nadia a line. She would present Nadia with her chance of a way out, when the time came - for a price of course. Just another game within a game.
* * *
The air inside Abyss was thick with the scent of latex and polished leather, a cocktail of sensations that sent an involuntary shiver through Nadia as she stepped back into the inside of the Club.
Nadia sat down at the bar, the latex mask clinging tightly to her face as her thoughts churned. Evelyn’s words echoed mercilessly: winning comes with consequences too. The coffin loomed in her mind like a grave, months sealed in rubber, immobile, suffocating, her body reduced to a display. The fear clawed at her so deeply she began to wonder if the other option, public exposure, might somehow be less unbearable. Maybe she should accept that willingly. At least then she would still be free to breathe, to move, to exist outside that coffin.
Her mind drifted to her job at the fashion store. Everyone there already knew about her suit; it had long stopped being shocking. Customers often assumed it was a quirky statement, a branding exercise, something playful that added edge to the store’s image. Her colleagues teased her occasionally, her always gloved hands, her high latex collar sticking out from under her work clothes, their comments that they knew it was full body latex underneath, but it had become part of the rhythm of the workplace. She doubted she’d lose her job if Elise unleashed the truth about her kink, her sexual desperation, her games, her chastity; the world was jaded, more accepting than she feared. In some twisted way, she might even become a curiosity that drew people in.
But her parents, her parents were the fracture point. The village was not as open, liberal and kink-friendly as the capital. In their quiet and simple village, which time had forgotten for decades, whispers traveled faster than wind. They still believed she was chasing ambition, building a respectable life in the big city. If Elise’s photos surfaced, it would devastate them. Their daughter, bound in latex, being chaste… Not chastity as honorable restraint, but as having wagered and lost her pussy to another woman. Her mother’s face swam before her eyes, lined with trust, her father’s voice heavy with pride. That pride would crumble into shame. They wouldn’t understand, couldn’t understand. Between the rubber coffin and their heartbreak, Nadia found herself trapped in a cruel equation. Public exposure might preserve her body, but it would break her family. The coffin might preserve her secret, but it would shatter her soul. Either way, she felt doomed.
She needed to talk to Elise herself, if Evelyn couldn’t help her. She needed to discuss her options, maybe find an alternative forfeit which Elise would still accept. And now, as she approached Elise’s usual corner, she felt the crushing weight of inevitability pressing down on her. Nadia stood stiffly in the dim glow of Abyss, her heavy latex suit clinging to her like a second skin, her full mask concealing everything but the anxiety rippling through her posture. The club's ever-present hum of distant music and murmured conversations faded into irrelevance as she faced Elise, who lounged comfortably, an unmistakable smirk playing on her lips.
Elise sat at the bar, exuding an air of quiet dominance, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Nadia approach. She did not motion for her to sit; the power dynamic was clear. Nadia hesitated for a fraction of a second before standing rigidly before her, hands clenched at her sides.
"Nadia. My personal rubber pet." Elise’s smile was like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nadia's hands twitched at her sides. "Elise, I… I wanted to discuss the terms," she said, voice slightly muffled by her mask. "I understand I agreed to a challenge, that I have to, to keep certain things in my life private, but the duration of my forfeit is unclear. We never set specifics."
Elise chuckled, her fingers drumming against the table. "Oh, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it? An undefined length - just a vague promise of 'months.' You might find yourself longing for certainty, but isn't the unknown so much more thrilling?" Her smirk widened. "Or is it terrifying?"
Nadia took a steadying breath. "I want to renegotiate the stakes. I could accept something short-term. A week - maybe even three. But I can’t - " She hesitated. "I can’t disappear into it for too long."
Elise laughed.
"Oh, Nadia," she said, in a voice like liquid poison, "you're thinking far too small. You start to make me angry, you demanded a fucking month from me, not too long ago. Do you think I have forgotten that? A fucking month! You offer weeks? How dare you? You will pay for your audacity. A true forfeit should be something meaningful, something lasting. Imagine it: the rubber embracing you, sealing you away, the slipperiness never ceasing, every breath filtered through your mask while the smart vibrator reminds you of everything you'll never have again. You will pay in months; plural. Doesn’t that sound… poetic?"
Nadia tensed. "No. But I need… I need to understand my options." A shudder ran through Nadia’s body. She gritted her teeth. "There must be alternatives. Other forfeits."
Elise’s grin widened. "Nadia, sit down. Your options? Oh, my dear, you already made your choice. You agreed. It is a very simple deal, simple enough to be understood by a retail worker. You get the waiver sparing you the humiliation and destruction from online exposure if you win; if you fail, you also get the waiver to save you, but you will endure the rubber bondage in the coffin for a very long duration. If you refuse to play, I’ll expose you to all."
"I know," Nadia admitted. "But the coffin - "
"Shut up, Nadia. If you play the challenge, you have at least an honest chance to stay out of the coffin. Or should I just demand the coffin from you in exchange for the waiver, no challenge at all? We can do that. You better thank me for allowing you at least a challenge. But I’m curious. What delightful little sacrifices are you willing to make? Entertain me, pet. And address me properly when you have the tiniest hope that this goes anywhere."
Nadia exhaled sharply. "I’ll reset my tally. Start from zero again. I restart the full year! From zero under your rubberization rules, Mistress Elise." The words tasted bitter, but it was a significant offer. Months of slow progress wiped away in an instant.
"Nadia, to even entertain your thoughts and to have this discussion, I would appreciate it if you understood your position better." Elise smirked. "Kneel."
Nadia hesitated, the club’s patrons around them looked on already. Elise sitting at the bar in her elegant dress and she in her restrictive rubber suit with hood, sitting beside her.
She slowly sank to her knees. Some giggles were heard in the background.
Elise thought back to Samira, how she knelt that very first time. The rush of power. But now and here, there was no limit. The woman in front of her was at her mercy, ready to negotiate alternative ways to suffer for her. Elise tried to conceal her arousal and raised an eyebrow. Here with Nadia, she would go all the way, as far as she could push her. Silence her rivals, maybe it would finally silence her demon. "Your tally. How quaint. But hardly the same, is it? We have reset it before, more than once. I want more. A tally can be rebuilt, slowly, surely. The coffin… now that’s permanence."
Nadia swallowed hard. "The needle frame. I’d stake that instead. Eight hours. Twelve." She hesitated again. Elise stayed silent and Nadia went deeper. "Mistress? Even twenty-four." She barely suppressed a shiver at the thought of the agonizing sharpness pressing against her skin, unrelenting.
Elise’s smile sharpened. "Oh? You’d rather be pinned like a butterfly, every inch of your body kissed by those lovely, wicked little needles, than enjoy a restful stay in the embrace of the coffin? Tempting. But fleeting pain is just that - fleeting. You’d suffer, yes, but only for a day. Then you’d crawl back to your bed, and the memory would fade. Whereas the coffin… that’s a lesson you’d never forget."
Nadia’s stomach clenched. How many months does she want me in the coffin? her heart pounded. "Then - " she inhaled, steeling herself " - the frame with the toe pads installed, Mistress."
"Nadia, now this is getting more interesting. But before we discuss this point…" Elise slipped her high heels off and lifted one bare foot towards Nadia’s face. "Speaking of toes… Lick." Nadia’s eyes went wide.
"Lick."
Her tongue slid slowly over the span of Elise’s naked foot. "Hold it. I barely feel your tongue with that mask around your lips. For this act, take off your hood, you have my permission to do so."
Nadia fumbled with her gloved fingers at the back zipper. Slowly she pulled it open, slipping the hood off of her face. She looked pale, her sweaty face framed by her wet hair.
"I really want you to be aware of your situation." Elise smirked. "While you lick, address me properly with your full name and then admit that you submit to your Queen of Rubber. Admit that you are my chaste latex servant. And I want your tongue between my toes. Worship me properly!"
Her tongue slid between the toes, internally recoiling as much at the submissive gesture as well as the sweaty taste. "Yes, Mistress Elise. I, Nadia Nicoleta Ciolacu, submit to my Queen of Rubber as her chaste latex servant." She continued licking, sliding her tongue deeply between all toes.
"Lick my superior soles, the soles that have danced you into your chastity belt, your nipple caps, and the rubber bondage bag." Elise laughed. As Nadia slid her tongue slowly from Elise’s heel through her deep arch and over the balls of her foot and up to the underside of her toes again, she looked up to Elise, only to see in horror that she had her phone out and was recording her submission. Nadia gasped in shock.
"Thank you for introducing yourself properly and for this display. I can’t believe you fell for it. Of course this little video will be included in your exposure files when you refuse your challenge. You know, how much I like to have ‘insurance’."
"Delete that! Please!"
"Of course I will delete it. When you enter your challenge. Win or lose, your data will be deleted. You get the signed waiver. No need to worry about your privacy, rubber pet. You are safe, hush now. So safe. Only if you refuse to play my game, then and only then, everyone will see this on top of your other stuff. This video will make it so much easier to let your friends and colleagues understand what you actually do in this club. This video will sink you, ruin you, more than all photos and explaining stories ever could. Don’t fret, you agreed to the social media forfeit, this video is well within
Abyss’ terms, as your submission is between you and me, and not between you and Abyss. Now, let me hear what you think about the toe pads in the needle frame."
Elise looked intently at her. Nadia was shivering, unraveling in fear and despair, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're truly that desperate to avoid the embrace of rubber? Desperate enough to offer me your toes, to have needles slide under each little nail?" She chuckled. "I've seen those pads in use before. The slow, creeping pain as they settle in, the way every tiny movement becomes agony… the way they scream." She trailed off, studying Nadia with a predator’s gaze. "And you would endure that for me? Instead of simply resting in the warm, wet, slippery comfort of the coffin?"
The power play was insane, her rival teetering on the brink of her social ruination or her entombment in a hell build from latex. Nothing was holding her back here in Abyss, unlike with Samira. She could fully shape Nadia’s life and she intended to take full advantage of it. Elise had never been so wet in her whole life.
Nadia’s stomach churned. "It wouldn’t be rest in there. It would be - " she hesitated, knowing she was giving Elise more ammunition, " - complete isolation. Yes, I’d offer myself to the needles, including my toe nails, Mistress, Queen of Rubber. But, please, I cannot take sensory deprivation for months on end. My mind, my personality would not survive."
"Ah, but that’s what makes it so delicious, and honestly, I’m very curious to get to know the Nadia after the coffin - that is, if there is an after; if we ever let you out," Elise countered smoothly. "Imagine, to be lost in slick sensation, helpless, untouched yet constantly teased, knowing relief is forever out of reach. What if we throw out the calendar, throw away the key? No sight, no sound, just the slick rubber caressing you while the smart vibrator works tirelessly on your clit after all your chastity, forever."
Nadia shuddered. This had to be a cruel joke, right? Elise was playing with her again. Evelyn would not allow that, would she?
She let out a delighted sigh. "Tell me, dearest Nadia, doesn’t the thought send shivers down your spine? You’d be enjoying the edge of orgasm at least, for a while, before the vibrator will deny even that."
Nadia looked confused; a vibrator denying the edge? Elise noticed and smiled wolfishly. "I programmed it to learn the edge, and then withhold it. After many months of bondage, there will be nothing for you, not even the edge. It will starve your pussy. It will draw the most delicate frustration out of you. It will take away your sanity as time slowly progresses."
"I’ll take the needle frame with the toe pads, Mistress, please." she repeated, though her voice wavered before it cracked.
Elise scoffed. "But you don’t get to choose. As delightful as it would be to watch you writhe under their touch, it's still too temporary. The frame, the needles… all over in a day or two. But the rubber coffin? For months… The longest bondage in Abyss yet. The worst rubber treatment Abyss has ever seen. We would not want to waste that potential, wouldn’t we? You facing off against your worst fears, a personalized hell of rubber and denial. That’s a true test of devotion. Think of it! You overcoming your fear and your personal demons! A trial worthy of you."
"Please."
"You would make such a good foot licker as my latex pet. Such a pity that soon you will be unavailable when you rest in the coffin."
Nadia whimpered.
"If you think you can stand the needle frame, how about we take that as your challenge instead of the statue? Twenty four hours in the needle frame with the toe pads installed. A microphone to monitor you. If you scream too loud, you fail and your rest in the rubber coffin begins." Elise offered.
"But that’s even worse than the statue!" Nadia exclaimed. Elise gave a satisfied nod.
Nadia felt trapped, her options slipping through her fingers. "Then… public nudity. I’d walk through Abyss, stripped completely, for a year, each club night. No clothes, on full display."
Elise’s laughter was rich with amusement. "Come now, you insult me, darling. You think baring your skin to a fetish crowd is worse than being cradled in smooth, tight rubber? Don’t annoy me. You know I would never let you out of rubber early. I want you rubberized 24/7. You’d love to be naked on club nights instead of being dressed … like this."
She tsked and made a dismissive gesture towards Nadia in her heavy latex outfit. "Put your hood back on now. Your skin has breathed enough and I get tired of seeing your stupid face."
Desperation clawed at Nadia’s throat as she scrambled to pull the hood back over her sweaty hair, covering her head. "Then… public punishment. You could whip me. If you enjoy so much to dominate me directly then do it. On stage. Fully body whipping."
Elise sighed dramatically. "As much as I’d enjoy to whip your back and ass crimson red, bastinado you, whip your breasts and some hard lashes directly onto your pussy, still a single evening of discomfort versus months of complete surrender is not tempting enough for me. And this would be even less painful than the needle frame. And pain fades. The memory dulls. But the rubber coffin? That stays with you. It changes you." She leaned closer, voice dropping into a whisper. "It molds you."
Nadia was running out of options, panicking. "Please… please, Elise. Please, Mistress, Queen of Rubber, anything but this, I’m truly scared of the coffin."
Elise decided to end the cat and mouse game. The mouse was unraveling in her fear, just as she anticipated.
Elise leaned back, savoring the moment, her rival breaking again. "Nadia, we’ve already established there’s nothing quite like the confinement I envisioned for you. It isn’t about 'if' you’ll face it. It’s about when. No escape Nadia, I promised you, you will balance over an open rubber coffin, nothing less will satisfy me. You agreed already. You entertained me with your performance on the new video clip and your counter-offers but I politely decline them all. And this little video will for sure motivate you to accept your forfeit not with just months but for any duration I throw at you to make it really spicy. What about removing the end date, throw out the calendar, and leave it indefinitely?"
Nadia’s head slumped down, breathing heavily as she felt the last remnants of her control slipping away. Elise’s words echoed in her mind, the uncertainty gnawing at her. How long would she be trapped if she lost? How many months would Elise demand? She wouldn’t go in without knowing the end date, would she? Evelyn would not allow that uncertainty? Would she stumble again, being a statue? She had beaten a statue before with ease, but failed another time when the insoles of the platform were slick with her sweat. What would the coffin do to her? Her breath hitched, fear curling around her like the very latex she wore.
Elise’s smirk was triumphant. "When the transparent rubber coffin is built and presented to the audience, they will yearn to see it being used, demonstrating how someone is confined in a hell of latex. You shall give them, and me, a good show. Now, run along, darling. Enjoy what little freedom you have left. Because soon enough, you’ll find yourself right where you belong. You are on the clock. They are working on the transparent coffin right now. Tick tock, Nadia, enjoy your last weeks in freedom. It will be ready for you soon. I will have you sealed in."
It was becoming real. Nadia would fumble her challenge, even without her interfering in it, she just needed to talk fear into her just before the balancing act. Elise was in control. She would take everything from Nadia. And thereby she would protect the walls around her heart. Control. Control was everything. She needed control over her surroundings, her peers, her jobs, her rival. Otherwise, the fire from on the intersection would claim her as well. This was not about Nadia facing her demons. It was about her own.
Nadia sat stiffly at the small table in the corner of the café, her gloved fingers wrapped tightly around the ceramic mug of coffee in front of her. Even here, outside the suffocating grip of Abyss, her body was encased in the relentless embrace of latex. It was her armor, but also her prison. The thought of shedding it, of feeling air against her skin, had become a distant dream. And yet, today, that was the least of her worries. Camelia arrived a few minutes later, her expression instantly softening with concern as she took in Nadia’s rigid posture. She slid into the seat across from her, setting down her bag and pulling her coat tighter around herself. The warm atmosphere of the café was a stark contrast to the chill in Nadia’s voice when she finally spoke.
They sat in the cozy corner of the café, Nadia’s rubber-gloved hands wrapped tightly around her cup, as if the warmth could chase away the cold dread that had settled inside her. The soft hum of chatter and clinking cups filled the air, but it barely registered. The ballerina had just emerged from her own nightmare, and now Nadia was staring at the terrifying prospect of hers.
"Thank you for coming. Thank you for talking to me. Regarding your … experience," Nadia opened the discussion. "I don’t know to whom to reach out…"
Camelia shifted in her seat, adjusting the simple dress she had opted for now that she was out of Abyss for the time being. The contrast was almost jarring - just a few days ago, she had been locked away in black latex, swallowed by the merciless embrace of the coffin. Now she was free, her body still carrying the echoes of her imprisonment.
"Of course I came after your text. I can’t believe you’re in this position," Camelia said after a long moment, shaking her head. "I mean, I knew Elise was relentless, but this…"
Nadia let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah. This."
Nadia let out a shuddering breath, her rubber gloved fingers tightening around the mug. "Elise… she set a trap for me, and I walked straight into it. I agreed to a challenge - a challenge I have to win, because if I don’t…" She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. "The rubber coffin, Camelia. If I lose, I’ll be locked inside it for months. And not the black one - the ‘basic’ one, if you can even call it that. Sorry, Camelia, but she invented something even worse. With vacuum sheets, that’s another level, extreme pressure, not just inflatable cushions and sleeves pinning me in place."
Camelia leaned forward, her expression unreadable for a moment before softening. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything."
Nadia said bitterly. "She’s doing everything in her power to make sure I’m completely submerged in this… this life. First, it was just the suit. Then the heavier suit. Then the rubber bedding. And now? I don’t even sleep in a bed anymore. I’m locked in an inflatable bondage bag every night, unable to move. She calls it rubberization rules and keeps adding more and more, and I - " She gritted her teeth, frustrated at her own helplessness. "I don’t even know who I am outside of this anymore."
Camelia gave her a long, searching look, examined the slightly visible latex. Nadia’s rubber gloves. The faint smell of warm latex. She knew Nadia was completely enclosed in her catsuit except for her head. "Yes, everyone in Abyss knows. Your feud with her is famous, you and her are basically celebrities, legends of Abyss. But you’re still you, Nadia. But I can see how it’s swallowing you whole."
Nadia let out a short, humorless laugh. "The gloves are the worst. I can’t touch anything. I only feel rubber. Wet slick rubber. I can touch something when I’m switching between my suit and sleeping bag in the morning and night. The highlight of my day is to run my bare fingers over a cotton towel. And after that, I only feel latex. It’s slowly taking away my mind. And I haven’t even mentioned the worst part - I’m still chaste. It has been so long, so very long. I haven’t felt myself in years. That part is my own damn fault, but it doesn’t matter. Elise is taking full advantage of it, making sure I’m always desperate. I received the Rings of Longing as well. And now she wants me to face this coffin challenge. The thought of it makes me sick."
"I don’t even know how many months," Nadia said, her voice cracking. "She won’t tell me. She just keeps saying ‘months.’ Plural. And the way she talks about it…" Nadia shook her head, her breath quickening. "She wants me in there, Camelia. She wants me sealed in that thing. I can see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. She enjoys the thought of it. She gets off on it."
Camelia’s eyes widened. "Nadia…"
Nadia inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. "I agreed to a challenge, right, to avoid being exposed online as one of Abyss’ rubber girls? That’s how she got me. She dangled a waiver - one that would stop her from posting about me online."
Camelia’s brows knitted together. "Wait. So she actually has leverage over you?"
Nadia nodded. "Yes, photos, stories, details about my desperate gambles to get out of the belt, to get out of my rubberization. But now she has more than that. She filmed me yesterday. Licking her feet, sucking her toes. Calling her the Queen of Rubber to whom I submit … using my full name."
Camelia’s eyes widened. "Oh, Nadia…"
"I had no choice," Nadia whispered, voice trembling. "It was a trick. I can’t back out. It would destroy me, if she exposed me. My colleagues and neighbors know of course about my latex suit. Even here, I'm at my favorite café, people have just accepted it. Look, nobody pays any attention to my gloved hands or my latex turtleneck which shows up to my chin. An occasional remark, when a drop of sweat sits on my forehead. But if she leaks my photos, the belt, my nipple caps, my desperate games and forfeits. And this video now. If this goes to my parents back in the village, I can never show my face again. For what they know, I live the big city life now, having modest success in my career in retail. If they see their daughter in desperate kinky chastity games… anything but this. Elise has me absolutely pinned down, I’m against a wall with my back. And here comes the real horror. She’s setting up a challenge for me with a forfeit I don’t know yet. A statue challenge again. I can not walk out of the challenge. If I win, she will never expose me. But if I fail, Camelia… the coffin is waiting for me. For an unknown duration. I only know it’s multiple months."
Camelia exhaled sharply, looking away for a moment before locking eyes with Nadia again. "I just spent a month in that thing, Nadia. A single month. And let me tell you, it was enough to break me. I doubt Evelyn would help you out. These videos are legal. We all sign waivers when we apply for Abyss’ membership, we all know media can be used when originating from private challenges between members."
Nadia’s breath hitched. "I cannot fight against the video or the exposure threat itself, I can only try to win her signature on the waiver. But tell me everything about the coffin. I need to know."
Camelia hesitated before nodding. "Alright. You want to know? Imagine this - you’re slid into something so tight that you can barely move a muscle. The moment the lid shuts, you’re helpless. You can scream into the breathing mouthpiece, but it won’t matter. You don’t really hear your own scream as it’s garbled by the feeding tube down to your stomach. They install tubes to take care of your bodily wastes. The only thing you hear is white noise in the headphones, you’re completely removed from everything. You slowly go insane in there. The air is filtered, no scent except the smell of rubber, controlled. You don’t smell it anymore after a while as there is nothing to compare it to. You breathe, you can wiggle your fingers and toes, that is all the coffin allows you to. But in this new design, you’d be vacuum sealed inside? So you might not even be able to do that. Oh my god, Nadia…"
Nadia shivered. "And the vibrator?"
Camelia let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, it’s there. Constant. Relentless. But it never lets you finish. You get close, so many times, but the programming knows exactly when to stop. It denies you over and over until you stop expecting relief. It becomes a torment in itself. Sometimes it is silent for long periods. But I remember a long time where it edged me constantly. I screamed and screamed after being denied over and over for only God knows how long! You never know. It must be worse when you are chaste. Nadia, you’d go in unsatisfied, stay unsatisfied, and then? They’d put the belt back on when you come out, right? … I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that."
Nadia swallowed hard. "How did you endure it?"
Camelia looked away. "I… don’t know if I did. I think I broke somewhere along the way. The days blur together in there. You sleep, you wake, but you don’t know when. There’s no sense of time, no real thoughts, just existence. You slip into this… numbness. And that was only a month, Nadia. Only a month. A month was insane. I can not … I couldn’t … my mind… fractured. I hallucinated. I felt like I would not return to being myself again. A month drifting in nothingness, in silence. I still felt my body, the vibrator, the edges, the latex so slippery. Even now, I can’t stand being in latex anymore. At least not full-body."
Nadia felt her stomach churn, felt the latex clinging to her skin. She had agreed to something vague - ‘months,’ Elise had said. But how many? How long until it became too much for the mind to not return?
Camelia must have seen the fear in her eyes because she reached out, gripping Nadia’s gloved hand. "You have to get out of this. Offer something else. Anything else."
Nadia let out a shaky breath. "I tried to negotiate. I begged. I offered everything - resetting my tally, suffering the needle frame, even…" She hesitated, shame creeping into her voice again. "Even the toenail needle pads."
Camelia pulled back, her face twisting in horror. "Nadia, are you out of your mind? The toe pads? Do you know what those do? They push pulsing needles under each toenail. You offered that, Nadia? Willingly?"
Nadia clenched her fists. "I know. I just… I thought it would be better than the rubber coffin."
Camelia was silent for a long moment before shaking her head. "The coffin is hell, but at least it’s predictable. The needle frame is different. The pain is sharp, overwhelming. But the toe pads… those are on another level. They’re not just needles under your skin, Nadia. They slide under your toenails. Under your nails! Every tiny movement sends a fresh wave of agony. It’s not something you can power through. It’s something that rips at your sanity, piece by piece."
Nadia squeezed her eyes shut. "I thought it might be enough to get her to reconsider."
Camelia’s expression darkened. "And?"
"She laughed. She was actually considering it, but then she said no. Said the needle frame was temporary. That she wanted something long-term."
Camelia exhaled sharply. "Of course she did."
Nadia rubbed her temples. "She won’t budge, Camelia. I’ve tried everything. She wants me in that coffin. It’s not a matter of if - it’s a matter of when."
Camelia’s gaze was heavy with sympathy and fear. "Don’t give yourself up just yet. You need to win this challenge, Nadia. And you can. You need to. Because if you don’t…"
Nadia nodded, swallowing back the lump in her throat. "I know. I know."
For a long time, neither of them spoke. Camelia let her hand rest on Nadia’s rubber gloved hand to offer her emotional support. The café buzzed around them, life continuing as usual. But for Nadia, the walls were closing in, and the cold grip of dread was tightening with every passing second.
Nadia looked into Camelia’s eyes. "Oh, Camelia. I’m scared. I cannot endure this rubber coffin for months. I just can’t. It’s too much. I’m barely holding together in my current situation with being constantly in latex. What can I do?"