The Next Rat
Chapter One
Sim Lee really wanted her new tenant to set the rat traps in the basement.
The girl, Amanda, was perfect. She had recently come to Concord looking for a place that was reasonable (for the area) and close enough to the BART so that she could walk to the commute and ride into the city. The background check checked out favorably. The girl was alone, no permanent attachment, just a few casual friends who would not miss her. She was estranged from any family, having left the small Kansas town against her father’s wish and was now a blowing seed needing a place to land.
“Amanda, Dear, I really need someone to check the basement for rats. I’ll cut your rent for the effort.”
“Mrs. Lee, I would love to help but there are so many strange noises coming from there,” Amanda said. “I’m kind of scared to go down…”
“That’s just it,” Mrs. Lee interrupted. “I’m sure those are the rats you hear.”
Amanda was a bit skeptical, “Those must be some really big rats.”
Mrs. Lee said, “That’s why I need help with getting them.”
“Why not call an exterminator?”
“They cost too much. I don’t trust strangers, either, that’s why I check my tenants so carefully and when I have the confidence in you to offer you the job, I honor you.”
Amanda knew a little about Asian “face” and honor. She realized refusing the job could jeopardize her home.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said.
Mrs. Lee handed over three rat traps and a key attached to a long chain.
“Check behind the shelves at the far wall; I think the nest may be behind the boxes. I have not moved them for a long time.”
Traps in hand, key chain around her neck and orders fresh in her head, Amanda steeled herself to open the basement door and descend into the dark. She flipped on the light, but the single bulb still left most of the room dark and shadowy. She walked to the shelves and began to pull boxes down.
“These boxes are really light,” Amanda mumbled to herself. “They seem almost empty.”
As she pulled the boxes down, the exposed wall revealed three steel doors, ship hatches. Each door had a six-inch diameter circular porthole in it.
“That’s odd”, Amanda mumbled.
She pulled the shelves from the wall and slipped behind them. One door had light coming through the porthole. She stepped up to the port and peeked inside. She saw a figure hanging from chains in the center of the small room. The figure was the only item in the otherwise bare concrete wall room. As she looked in, the figure began to shudder and strain at the restraints. Faint moans and groans and whimpers were audible, despite the heavy door. As she watched, the figure began to thrash with increased crescendo in its chains. The moans grew to guttural shouts and suddenly the figure tensed in a gigantic muscular contraction. The figure shivered violently in the contraction for a full minute before going still and limp in its bonds.
“Did I just witness some sort of super kinky orgasm?” Amanda said to herself.
The figure did have a bit of a feminine shape inside the heavy rubber bonds. Amanda wondered what this was about. She remembered the key on the chain and pulled it off. The key appeared to fit a lock on the door. She inserted the key and tried it. Nothing. She saw the number “1” above the door. Her key had a “2” on it.
She stepped to Door two and looked in. Dark gloom met her view. She inserted the key, and it turned the tumblers with loud grinding clicks. The door opened and light came on revealing a rubber suit similar to the one holding the figure behind door one. This suit had its legs separated, while the figure’s legs were bound in straps. This suit was also open from the waist to the top of the attached open-face hood and empty. The suit hung from chains that attached at reinforcing points on the shoulders and head. Some sort of mask, looking much like a gasmask, hung loosely by two straps attached to the right side of the hood/helmet. Three additional straps with locking clips were on the mask and she noted the hood had three receptors obviously for these clips, one at the reinforced crown of the helmet and two on its left side. Two corrugated rubber tubes hung in a loose loop from the mask to the wall. She noticed a long corrugated “tail” from the rear of the suit to the back wall. Considering what she had just seen, this suit was obviously a variation of the kinky bondage suit encasing the figure and would, most likely, provide similar stimulation and carnal pleasure. She became wet in her crotch from this realization.
June 22, 1952
Sim Lee remembered the date she was introduced to rubber. Ms. Lee was a Cheju Island free diver. She was a young nineteen. Most were mothers and grandmothers. Sim Lee was still a virgin. The work was hard, diving up to 15 meters, holding breath, and picking through the stony bottom in search of abalone and other shellfish. In June, the water was cold and the traditional loose clothing did little to keep the divers warm.
The vendor approached the group of women with his wares. He carried a bundle of black rubber and spread the suits on the ground. It seemed innocent enough. He said the suits could keep the divers warm in cold water and extend the time they could dive, more dive time meant more dives and more abalone. It was that simple. Sim Lee, being young and ambitious, jumped on the chance to buy something that would help her work. The other begged off, preferring the traditional garb of the divers.
She quickly took the suit to the ready hut, stripped out of the clothes and tried to pull the suit on. The suit was unlined and nearly impossible to get up her legs. She began to sweat from her effort and the slippery skin aided dressing. Pants tight to her crotch, she started on the jacket. Her slick arms slid into the sleeves and she was able to close the zipper. She pulled the beavertail through her crotch and locked it in place.
Sim Lee walked down to the other divers. The rubber suit slid over her slick body with each step. She also felt a shiver in her body as the suit pressed and moved against her mons. The moment was transformational.
From that day on, she wore the suit. She always stayed in it when the others were relaxing during the midday break. Her excuse was the difficulty in putting it on didn’t make sense to take it off. Unknown to her companions, she enjoyed an erotic glow with every move in the suit.
The other divers joked about her suit. “You will turn into a seal!” was a favorite jibe. That joke got her imagination going and she wondered what would happen if her legs fused together and she grew flippers at her feet and arms! The shivers from this fantasy sustained her desire for more erotic lust in her suit. Her first orgasm happened during one of the fantasies. She was thrusting her hips against the trousers and felt the rubbing against her clitoris bringing on strong and erotic feelings needing satisfaction. She thrust harder and rubbed through the beavertail/trousers on the spot and slowly her arousal reached the point of no return. She moaned and shuddered in ecstasy before collapsing as her body relaxed. At first, she was not sure if this event was good for her, but her mind said “something that nice must be good” so she tried again and incredibly her body responded. This was pure joy! She bought two more suits to be sure she had a supply.
Not long after, she met her American soldier. He was smitten by her lithe and athletic figure. They soon married. He stayed in the service and got stationed in Japan in the mid-1960’s. Her original black suits were quite worn. But Japan had wonderful wetsuits. She bought a red one and a yellow one with a black stripe down the trouser legs and arms. She told her husband the suits were perfect for swimming in the water near the base. It didn’t hurt that she looked stunning in the suits. She bought two different colors to always match her moods, red for passion and yellow for sunshine.
She loved her husband. He was a good provider. They had three kids. But sex with him, though good, was not the same as her suits massaging every inch of her body. He passed in 2004, never learning her secret fetish.
Now she was in her eighties. Her desire for sex had long faded, though she still put a wetsuit on for old times. She would go into the basement and watch her fetish prisoner thrashing, moaning, groaning and crying in ecstasy as it came multiple times. She felt the thrill transmit through the door and often wanted someone to put her in a suit like the one her prisoner was sealed in and surrender to the result…
Amanda stepped into the small barren room. She reached out to touch the rubber suit hanging before her. The rubber was smooth and cool to her touch. She looked inside the suit. It was dark and nothing inside was visible. For some reason the black interior stirred her curiosity.
“How would my legs feel encased in that thick rubber?” she wondered. Her bizarre thoughts were interrupted – the figure in the other room was moaning and thrashing again. How long had she been studying this suit, maybe ten minutes, and the object was being subjected to another ravaging attack by the encasing rubber!
Amanda went quickly to the other door and watched, mesmerized, by the erotic spectacle unfolding in the room. Her arousal peaked as the rubber object shook in a violent cum. Desire flooded Amanda’s being. She wanted to feel such intense lust.
Amanda saw enough. She went back to the open door and walked up to the suit. She leaned her head inside the open waist. She still could not see much. She put a hand inside and felt the slippery inside of the suit. Some sort of lubricant covered the interior. She reached deep into the black abyss and felt a phallus, no two phalli in the crotch. She had heard about butt plugs and dildos and she knew the use. These two phalli must be just that. The rear plug seemed to be shaped like a plumb bob. It was pointed at the tip, well not quite pointed as a small hole with rounded edges indicated an opening through the solid rubber, probably connecting to the relief tubing from the bottom to the wall. From the small hole, it got gradually thicker to about two thirds down its shaft then ended with a transition from the thick shaft to a thinner shaft – obviously this object would stretch an anus to let it inside, then the sphincters would clamp closed on the narrow shaft, locking the thing inside the victim – her (?). It was very smooth. Amanda shivered again.
She felt the front phallus. This dildo was thick and long. It had a rough surface. Its size and girth were bigger than any man she had been with. Like the butt plug, the thought of this monster filling her insides sent a shocking thrill through her. Her erotic thoughts surprised and terrified her simultaneously. This crazy range of emotions was unsettling but deliciously exciting.
About this time, the girl, it had to be a girl in the suit next door, began another orgasm cycle. No thought or hesitation, Amanda stripped off her clothes and prepared to climb into the suit.
Chapter Two
Amanda pulled herself up the suit and swung her legs into the black opening. This feat was no easy task. The suit, even held loosely by chains, still swayed back and forth as Amanda shifted her weight. She grabbed a chain hanging from the ceiling which was attached to the shoulders of the suit. Stabilizing her swing, she spread her legs slightly to line up the two leg openings and slid down into the lower half of the suit. Her hips were too wide for the stiff waistband but a little squirming, shifting of her body and the slippery goop in the suit allowed her hips to drop past the waist with a plop! No choice, the dildo and butt plug rammed into her openings. She felt her sphincter close over the plug which drew it even further inside her. One item she missed were the little rubber lips that sealed against her body above her mons, covering the urethra and providing a watertight route to a drain tube passing out of the suit.
Her feet were pointing at an extreme angle too. She hadn’t seen the ballet boots on the legs in her haste and lust to test the suit. She also pushed at the suit sides and found she was pretty well stuck. Looking down at the front of the suit, she saw seven wide silver buckles, boot buckles like old galoshes, on the front of each ballet boot. The buckles looked wrong being open. She decided that latching them would be no worse and would look quite sexy. She reached down her full stretch and slid each buckle into the silver latch. First the right leg, then the left leg. As she closed each latch, she felt the added pressure on the leg as the boot hugged her even more.
Amanda realized she could probably not get out of the suit, even at this point without much effort and help. She assumed the girl in the next room was just there for a kinky bondage session and someone would help her out of the suit. With this comforting thought, she decided to quickly finish getting in her suit so she could experience its pleasures before being helped out of the suit.
The suit was front zip and she easily shrugged her arms into the sleeves. Again, the sleeves were coated with the slippery gel that allowed each arm to glide smoothly into the attached gloves. Thick wristbands did slow the process, but like the waist, the gel allowed each hand to slip past the restriction and settle into the glove fingers.
She reached behind her head, found the attached hood and pulled it over the top of her head. To her surprise, the hood, which was quite snug, had two soft foam filled ear plugs that conformed to her ear openings and sealed them with thick rubber. The hood was definitely more a helmet than a hood. She also discovered the helmet opening was just a small oval and covered her face save the mouth, nose and eyes once the suit zipper was closed to her chin. The gasmask dangled near her shoulder.
Amanda pulled the zipper of the suit up. The rubber shifted and settled against her skin. Her breasts pushed into the cups that had thick rubber rings which held them tightly in place. The suit incorporated a corset. The corset had small silver buckles, miniature versions of the boot buckles. She closed the seven buckles and the satisfying sensation of the corset tightening against and shaping her torso elevated her arousal to a higher level. The busk of the corset lifted and separated her breasts while it pulled her shoulders to a more erect posture. She also discovered her side-to-side movement was severely restricted. She pressed and rubbed her rubberized body. She decided on a scale of one to ten, her arousal level was now at six and she wanted more!
By now, her worries about getting out of the suit were completely overshadowed by her sexual desire to discover the full extent her lust might achieve in the suit.
She reached to her neck and discovered the rubber below the hood was not only thickened but there was a buckle at her chin. She fumbled with the buckle strap, finally getting it closed. Arousal level went up again as the tight collar effectively acted as a posture device, forcing her head up and further restricting any side-to-side movement of the head.
Amanda reveled in the feel of tight rubber from head to toe. She never felt such an erotically exquisite sensation in her young life. Millions of rubberized fingers massaged as she wriggled and squirmed in the suit. Her filled pussy responded to the thick rubber shaft inside it. The sexual shocks were exquisitely seductive. Her sweat provided a natural lubricant on her skin that the rubber slid effortlessly over. No man could give such a sensual massage. She melted into the rubber. She easily imagined being one with rubber. She reached for the mask to complete the experience. When it was in place, she would be truly completely enclosed in rubber.
The mask’s siren song called to her, “Finish the journey. Seal me to your face. Finish the journey. Seal me to your face…”
The thought went round in her mind. It pushed any other doubts to the side. Caution had left the moment she climbed into the suit. Now a little over an hour later, she hung from the chains inside the suit and only the small oval of skin on her face was exposed. She remembered the ecstasy of the object in the other cell. She knew the mask had to be on her face.
Amanda fumbled at the mask. By feel, she positioned it over her face. Two long nose tubes impeding the correct position of the nose cup was a surprise. She aligned the tubes to her nostrils and fed them inside. The soft and pliable rubber fit easily into her nose and lined the inside with rubber. The tubes went down to the top of her throat when completely inserted. It tickled, no pain, just a tickle that made her sneeze. But her nose adjusted quickly to the intruders and she accepted them without any further issues. The thrill of rubber-lined nasal passages was inescapable. The irony of her choice of words to describe the small, but significant condition made her giggle under her breath.
A second surprise was a gag filing her mouth, pressing her tongue to the bottom and filling the entire space behind her teeth. The gag wasn’t uncomfortable as she bit down on it and found her jaw slightly ajar but in a comfortably neutral position. She decided she could handle this condition so continued with her task of putting the mask properly on her head.
She found the lower clip on the loose side of the mask and with some effort engaged it into the lower clip on the left side of the helmet. The upper clip was much easier to align to its lock and she heard the satisfactory distant “Click” as the clip locked. The mask was quite snug now and the top clip was easy to hook. Her body was now completely encased in rubber. Her vision was reduced to a narrow tunnel of light. The light was filtered through tinted lenses and quite dim but the surroundings were visible. The door was center to her view and not much else.
Amanda took a pause. She sucked air through the tubes in her nose. There was no odor since her nostrils were lined in rubber. Her ears were heavily blocked, so any external sound was distant, forcing her to concentrate internally. She heard her heartbeat and “sensed” blood rushing around her body. The thump was loud and fast in her aroused condition. She tasted rubber in her mouth, thanks to the gag. Her tactile senses were blurred because tight rubber encasing her sent a constant overload of pressure to her brain. As the rubber warmed to her body temperature, it seemed to melt into her being, leaving only the unchanging press. The overall effect created a loss of senses, almost a sensory deprivation condition.
After several minutes, Amanda began exploring her rubber shell. Each touch and push of her hands caused a comforting reaction in her mind. Yes, I am here, I am fine, I am sealed in sensual rubber and loving it!
Her exploration and massaging increased. She touched her waist in several places as she explored every reachable part of the suit. Her fingers stumbled onto some sort of “ball” attached at the side of the waist just in front of the transition to the lower back. The ball seemed on a hinge that rotated. She reached for the corresponding spot on the other side. Sure enough, there was another “ball”. Further exploration of the balls revealed a thick rubber sleeve about three inches long. The balls must be bondage mittens! Throwing caution to the wind, she pushed both hands, simultaneously, into the mittens. Her palms couldn’t pass the openings. As she cupped her palms, the change in shape and the slippery gel in the mittens allowed her hands inside the ball. Her hands curled into fists, and she knew the mittens held her hands until someone might rescue her. The arousal level ticked up another notch.
Chapter Three
Amanda hung in her bondage for quite some time. Time stood still. Had she been rubber-sealed for minutes, for an hour, or longer? She drifted in and out of alertness. It wasn’t sleeping. It wasn’t unconsciousness. The feeling was more like daydreaming, zoning out. The total surrender to rubber was complete. She imagined the rubber becoming her skin.
The devil broke her reverie. At least, it looked like the devil. The vision was head-to-toe in red. Its suit was a vintage red wetsuit. A red matching hood covered its head in rubber. Red gloves and boots completed the devil’s clothing – completely red rubber head-to-toe, complimenting Amanda’s black rubber enclosed body perfectly. There was nothing spiritual about this sight; it was pure rubber sexual seduction. A shiver went through Amanda at the sight. She heard a crackle in her ears as the devil keyed a communication device embedded in the thick rubber helmet.
“I see my sweet found her rubbery nest,” said the devil.
“Ummmpphhhh,” and some struggling in the chains.
“It took you longer to dress than Suzy and you forgot to close the door.”
Amanda thought, ‘Suzy, who’s Suzy?’, “Uummmmmph!”
The devil, Sim Lee, was expansive, “Suzy is your neighbor in the other cell. She saw herself as some sort of escape artist. Not that her ‘skill’ made any difference. She is trapped like a rat, just as you are.”
Amanda’s struggles increased. The chains rattled as she tried to pull her hands from the mittens. The devil just stood, watching the futile efforts.
“I often wished to be in your current situation. My wetsuits are a pale substitute. I never found someone to help me reach my ultimate fantasy and I grew old. But I discovered I could help lonely young girls to forget their previous life and embrace a future of constant arousal and wondrous rubber rapture.”
“UUUUUMMMMMPPPHHHHHH! EEERRRRRRRUUUMPHHHH”
“That’s it, my Sweet, scream your anguish. Noone can hear you and your song is music to this poor old woman. Prepare for the rest of your life. I’ll close and lock the door. You closed one of the two contact switches when you put your hands in the mittens. The second switch closes when the door is closed. First, I have a couple of minor improvements to make before shutting the door.”
Sim Lee stepped close to Amanda. Her smile was visible even behind the rubber hood. She put her arm around Amanda’s head, cradling it in her grip.
“Hold still and swallow when you start to gag. I am pushing your feeding tube down your throat. We don’t want you choking on your food.”
She pushed the thin tube, encased in the corrugated tubing, through the gag hole and further into Amanda’s mouth. Amanda felt the thing at the back of her throat. The gag reflex was very strong, but Amanda swallowed, and the tube passed down into her esophagus. Sim Lee pumped a squeeze ball that filled a small balloon ring on the tube, locking it inside her new rubber prisoner.
Sim Lee stroked Amanda lightly on the cheek with her gloved hand, “I so wish we could trade places.”
Amanda shook with fear as the soft smile behind the red hood filling her view changed into an evil grin. The terror in her eyes was visible through the mask lenses and tears flowed freely.
“That’s it, my Sweet. The realization of your fate hits hard,” Then Sim Lee put two eye caps over the gas-mask lenses. Amanda’s world went black.
“Have fun, my Sweet, Ha, ha, ha.” Sim Lee laughed as the communication device in the helmet crackled off.
The door closed with a loud click of finality that Amanda didn’t hear.