Valerie – In a World Where…
by MonsterP63 (monsterp63)
…Latex is the norm, Everybody has to follow the rules.
Associated images (Cover Page)
Tags: Latex, Catsuit, High Heels, Ballet Heels, Corset, Bondage, Cage, Total Encasement
I – Lost
Ah. Visit a foreign country. Or is it a foreigner into any country but its own.
Anyways, she was happily driving away, looking at the wonderful surroundings and major landmarks of Historical Germany, following the route already planned into the GPS of her rental car.
It was a hot summer day, and the sun was starting to get low on the horizon.
“Better get to the city for my hotel.” she said to herself, punching the hotel destination on the GPS.
“Destination not found. Please update the card version.” was the pop-up that greeted her.
“Ah, come-on.” she said, punching the GPS again.
It showed a road, turning left here, right there, to the next village, a left turn here.
It was getting pretty dark, and she wasn’t near her destination.
Again the GPS displayed that it needed an update, but it stuck there. She was totally unable to get back to any map.
“Well, that’s what you get when you ask for the lowest budget rentals, Valerie.” she said to herself, in a patronising tone.
She parked on the side of the road and took her cellphone.
“Ah, great! Lo Batt…” she mumbled, fishing for her charging cable. Her… frailed charging cable, which decided it wasn’t working anymore.
“Arrggghh… COME ON!!!” she yelled, but no way. The cable was dead, to the point it was pretty much severed from the plug.
She let out a big sigh. There was no town in sight. She drove off.
“Well, I’m bound to reach something at some point… I just hope it’s going to be quite soon.” she said, looking at the fuel level, which was rather low.
She spotted a bright light haze in some distance.
“That could only be made by a sizable town.” she said, trying to drive to it, taking a turn here, another there.
She finally reached the outskirts of that city. By this time, it was close to midnight and everything was quite dark. As she entered the city, her car died down, out of fuel.
Pissed off, she got out and walked, traversing some kind of small tunnel to end-up in what looked like a grunge part of a large city, with dark buildings, almost industrial, graffiti all over the place.
She heard voices, and footsteps. Clicking footsteps, like high heels.
Turning a corner, she came upon a large street, with people walking on the sidewalks.
They pretty much stopped for a moment, looking at her.
“Well, they can spot an outsider rather quickly.” she mumbled, looking down at what she was wearing: flat sandals, shorts and a light shirt. The perfect cozy outfit for travelling.
They, on the other hand, were looking rather strange: shiny clothes, catsuit, high heels, some were totally enclosed in those rubber-like suits.
“Must be one of those silly festivals.” she mumbled, smiling as she resumed her walk.
“Do… Do you know where I can find a hotel?” she asked the first couple she crossed, him in a dark green shiny catsuit, feet on strange ballet shoes with a heel, her head covered up with a gasmask, him wearing what would be a perfect tux, but again, in this strange shiny, rubbery material.
They looked at her as if she was talking Chinese… Well, to them, Germans, English might sound just like Chinese.
“Hum… Hotel?” she asked again, sort of knowing that this word is the same in quite many languages.
He vaguely pointed into a direction and quickly walked around her, looking as if she was carrying diseases or something, and walked away.
Valerie continued, amazing at how the people were dressed.
“Well, if the dress code is this thing for this festival, I’m definitely out of place.” she said to herself.
Then someone attracted her attention. It was a woman, wearing a very tight black and yellow catsuit, walking on pointed toe boots, also black and yellow, with a helmet, black and yellow, and in large yellow letters, across her chest, was the word “Security”.
She flagged her down, waving her arm.
“Hey, you… Please?” she said, walking toward her.
She saw her put a hand at her helmet then approached Valerie.
“Es tut mir leid, Ihre Kleidung entspricht nicht dem Kodex. Sie müssen sich umziehen.” she said to Valerie.
[I’m sorry, your clothes are not compliant with the code. You need to change]
“What? Oh, sorry… No Deutch. English.” said Valerie.
“Station 4, bitte schicken Sie jemanden, der in Sektor 6 Englisch spricht.” the security guard said, grabbing Valerie by the arm and dragging her along. [Station 4, please send someone who speaks English in sector 6].
“No, wait… Ouch, not this tight. I’m lost, and I’m out of fuel and…”
Then, coming from a little alley, another woman, wearing a black catsuit with blue stripes, on thigh high, high heel boots, her suit having the word “Polizei” written over it.
“Ah, the police! I need help.” said Valerie.
“Eine weitere verlorene?” said the police officer [another lost one?]
“Anscheinend” answered the security guard. [apparently]
“Come with us” said the police officer, grabbing Valerie’s other arm, making sure she wouldn’t go away.
“Wait? Why?” said Valerie, trying to get free, but they were almost getting her off the ground. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I just want the direction of my hotel, and I ran out of gas over there and…”
“Warum werden sie immer zu sprechenden Maschinen?” said the security guard [Why do they always become speaking machines?]
The police officer giggles.
“Come, lady. We’ll get you fixed.”
“Fixed? What’s going on?” she asked, but she was quickly dragged inside a building, out of the street. It was indeed a police station, with more police officers, both men and women, all dressed with this strange shiny rubber suit, some in heels, others not, men as well as women.
“What is this place?” asked Valerie to no one in particular.
One officer turned to her.
“This place is called LatexCity”.
“What the f…” began to say Valerie, but she was silenced with the huge hard ball of a panel gag stuffed in her mouth by another police officer while the security guard and the first officer held her tightly.
“Mfff!!!” she tried to yell, and she started to fight her captors.
“Oh, resisting arrest?” said the officer.
“Das wird Spaß machen.” said the guard. [This is going to be fun.]
Her hands were handcuffed and she was pushed into a cell, or rather a cage, barely big enough for her to get in, where she could only stand upright.
“You surely know that there are rules, even local ones, that everybody had to follow. There’s signage everywhere. Not knowing is not a valid excuse.” said the officer while reaching for Valerie’s pocket and retrieving her wallet.
“Who do we have here… Miss Valerie. From Canada. Well, Welcome miss. I hope you will enjoy your stay.” she said, smiling before leaving, leaving Valerie alone, her mind a mess, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
“But I don’t speak German!” she tried to yell back, but only unintelligible sounds were heard.
She heard some noise besides her and she turned her head, with difficulties as the cage was quite small, to see another woman, two cages over, in the same situation she was in. They made eye contact and Valerie was puzzled at the other woman’s look, almost as if she was… aroused
“What is this sick place?” she mumbled to herself.
II – Seeing the Judge
It wasn’t long before her legs began to ache. This was not a restful position and she could barely move, and even leaning back, all the weight was still on her legs.
Finally, she heard more shuffling, or rather creaking and clicking as a bunch of officers approached, three getting to each cage as the one with inspektor marked on her shiny suit stayed back, as if to supervise.
The cages were unlocked by one officer while the other two grabbed the prisoner. One man and one woman grabbed Valerie, holding her firmly. The inspektor took the lead and they walked away.
“The judge will see you now.” said the inspektor.
“Judge?” thought Valerie.
They were led down a series of corridors, following that other woman who seemed to now the way, like if it wasn’t her first time.
They entered a larger room Valerie recognized at a courtroom, based on what she saw on Television because, well, she never went to court before.
They positioned the woman in front of the judge, a man wearing a shiny rubberized gown, and he immediately began to speak English to her.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Elisabeth. Again.” he said, letting out a sigh. “No need to ungag you, I already know your excuse: you don’t speak German, right?”
The woman nodded yes.
“However, I believe that, after the…” he began to say, shuffling some papers, “… sixth time, you ought to know where you are heading. I honestly don’t get it.”
She shuddered, as if she was saying “I don’t care”.
“Okay then. I hereby sentence you to 10 days of confinement.” he said, slamming her gavel down.
The woman looked stunned for a moment and did a double take to the judge.
“She was not expecting that.” mumbled the Inspektor to Valerie, while the officers dragged her forward in front of the Judge.
Her gag was removed and she couldn’t repress letting out a pool of drool as she tried to slurp it back.
“And who do we have here? Miss… Valerie. From Canada! Well, welcome to Germany, miss Valerie.”
“T…. Thank you, your Honor.” she said, uneasy.
“And what’s your excuse for not following the posted rules and regulations of this community?”
“Well… I don’t speak German…”
“That is the one we hear the most. Please go on, enlighten me.” he said with a grin.
“I was heading for Dresden, but my GPS began to act up, popping that an update was required. Since darkness was coming and I was running out of fuel, I… I follow the city lights thinking that it might be Dresden, but apparently… this is not.”
“Inspektor? Your verdict?”
“She did run out of fuel at the entrance of the tunnel, your Honor and her GPS is… fucked up, for lack of a better expression.” said the inspektor.
“So, your excuse is genuine. You are partly right, miss Valerie, this is Dresden, but only part of it, and this section requires all residents to wear latex all the time, with no exception. When you visit a country you ought to know basic language or have something to translate. Didn’t you have your phone, or something?”
“The… the battery is dead and my charging cable is broken…” said a humiliated Valerie.
“Darn… How about a streak of bad luck. However, the law is the law. You are hereby sentenced to 24 hours of confinement.” he said, slamming his Gavel.
Valerie tried to talk back but as soon as she opened her mouth, the gag was stuffed back in and she was dragged through the same door as Miss Elisabeth went through.
III – Sentencing
Again, after a few corridors she entered another room where a few chairs looking like gynecology chairs were placed in a star like fashion. Elisabeth was already into one of them, severely restrained with leather straps, strip naked, while women in white tight shiny catsuits were busy around her… inserting stuff? What the hell was this place?
As she entered the room, the officers as well as the inspektor, let go of her and she was taken by another crew of women in white shiny catsuits, and before she could react, she was down to her underwear, and those too were taken care of as she was grabbed, lifted off the ground and placed on the seat.
It was all happening so fast that her brain didn’t have time to register what was going on. The first thing she knew is that she had leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles she was severely restrained to said chair with more straps, unable to move as one of those nurses, for a lack of a better description, was applying some lubricant to something that looked huge before aiming at her crotch.
Valerie began to struggle and to wimp, eyes about to jump out of their sockets. The nurse stopped.
“Listen, darling. You’re going to be encased in a thick rubber suit for at least 24 hours. You will need to… evacuate, without taking the suit off, and access zippers are out of the question. So, these plugs will do the trick. And don’t worry. Right now, those look intimidating, but in time, you will want… more.” she said, her rubber covered face taking a weird shape as an evil grin spread across her face as she looked at the other chair where Elisabeth was getting fitted with plugs even bigger than those, yet she seemed very calmed, even… aroused.
The plugs were inserted and a tube was run up her urethra.
“I’m going to remove the gag. NOT. A. SOUND.” said the nurse.
Valerie nodded she understood.
The gag was removed and she was quick to work her jaw. That thing was huge.
A thick and tight hood was put over her head, cutting down her hearing. It had eye holes, nostril holes and a mouth hole. It was smoothed in place and the heavy zipper at the back slowly pulled down as the thick rubber squeezed her head more and more.
As one nurse was removing the last wrinkles, another one approached Valerie’s mouth with a rather large tube held to a bunch of strap. She stopped at Valerie’s closed lips.
Quickly, she reached for Valerie’s naked breasts and pinched one hard. Valerie opened her mouth to protest and the tube gag was stuffed in, fixed in place with a leather harness wrapping her head.
She couldn’t believe she had been tricked that easily.
The tube was rather large, keeping her mouth almost as opened as the ball gag, and the tube was closed by a… kitchen sink drain plug?.
Nevertheless, that tube was rather long, reaching the back of her mouth, almost triggering her gag reflex. That wasn’t comfortable at all. And the thick hood was pushing for her mouth to keep close.
Chains hanging from the ceiling were linked to her wrist cuffs and as the chair flipped upward, she was winched up, the nurses rapidly freeing her from the chair. She ended up hanging from her arms about 10cm off the ground.
One nurse took a tape measure and measured Valerie’s waist, pulling it tightly. She gave the measurement, talking in German, to another nurse who left the room to come back moments later with a large rubber garment that was wrapped around her waist and tightened using lacing.
“A corset! They’re putting me into a corset!” thought Valerie in disbelief.
The corset was tightened, more and more. She tried to fight it by forcing her stomach out, but the woman who was tightening it had seen others and she was quickly overcoming the tiring muscles. But when the lacing was tightened, Valerie felt she had won something as she could relax her waist and the corset was then feeling loose. Sort of.
As she waited there, hanging, she saw Elisabeth’s setup. She was already enclosed into a very tight black shiny latex catsuit, her waist crushed by a dreadfully tight corset, her head enclosed into a rubber hood with dark bulbous lenses over the eyes.
She was also suspended by the arms, feet off the ground, as the woman fixing her approached with long leather tubes she fed up her legs, ending with pointed toes, without any heel.
An attached strap was tightly fastened around her ankle and locked as well as 4 more straps along the length of the boots, all locked in place.
The women taking care of Valerie came back with more stuff. There was a latex catsuit. They proceeded to feed it through her feet, but she didn’t see any zipper, it was like she was getting through it by the neck hole!
It took both of the women a lot of strength to pull the rather thick latex suit over her legs, feeding her feet into the attached toe socks, and up to her upper body. She found the touch of the latex to be rather cold at first, but it seemed to warm up quite fast.
They gathered the suit over the corset, stopping below her breasts.
One of the women took a box and got out a pair of strange looking black leather knee high boots. She showed them to her.
“Those are wedge ballet boots. See the wedge sole? It will help you cope with them. You’re a first timer, so the sentence is easy. As you become a repeat offender, things get tougher.” she said as she glimpsed toward Elisabeth, who was getting fitted with a large, thick and heavy looking steel collar, locking her neck, as well as heavy steel leather cuffs and shackles.
She fed Valerie’s feet in them, lacing them tightly and fastening the six straps with padlocks, making the boots unable to be removed. Without the right keys, of course.
They then lowered her on the ground, just enough to get some weight on her feet. It felt strange. She was almost afraid to lay her weight on her feet, but the boots grabbed her whole foot, spreading the pressure not only on her toes.
“We’re going to remove one arm cuff so we can put the suit on. Behave.” said the only one speaking English.
Getting her arm down was almost a relief and she didn’t fight back. In fact, she even helped them feed it into the tight arm of the thick suit, down to the attached gloves. They put the leather cuff back on, tied that arm back up and freed the other one to repeat the procedure, this time, the suit taking its place, sucking all the air out.
The nurses smoothen out the suit, making sure the large yoke of the hood was neatly underneath the suit.
She wiggled her shoulders to help it fall into place and was amazed at the feeling. There was no tugging, no pinching, no pulling. It was as if her whole body was seamlessly coated in that strange shiny rubber. Her arms were pulled back up and she was raised again, a spreader bar put between the leather shackles that were locked to her ankles. One of them fondled with tubes at her crotch, making them enter the right small holes. Only two centimeter long tubes were visibles, which she would learn, will be soon covered.
Finally, they added leather cuffs over her knees and over her elbows before lowering her on the ground, but not her full weight, which she felt was a nice touch since she could get accustomed to her footwear.
Then she learned how the tubes would be covered: a steel chastity belt was fed between her legs, where the tubes were fed, and it was tightly locked over her corseted waist.
Already, her mind was adding stuff: she had now way to take off the upper portion of the suit because of the arm cuffs. And even if she didn’t have those cuffs, the belt was preventing her from taking it off from the waist down, and leg cuffs, not mentioning the boots, would not allow her to take the suit off at all. And the belt was also locking the corset in place, so even if she managed, by some magical trick, to undo the lacing, she would not get the corset off.
A wide leather collar was fastened around her neck and locked. It was not as restrictive as Elisabeth’s but for someone who only wore cute fragile chains around her neck, that was quite impressive and she made wide eyes the first time she tried to swallow: that was tight. And with her mouth kept wide opened by the large ball gag, she couldn’t move her neck much.
They removed the spreader bar and brought her legs closer together to attach a short chain with a smaller one between her knee cuffs. Her arms were drawn in her back and the elbows painfully drawn together before being fixed with the elbow cuffs, and of course, her wrists locked together.
By now, she had her full weight on the wedge ballet boots and walking was a new experience, especially with the hobble chain, not that she would take any longer strolls.
To that, she had to add the large intruders, revealing their presence with every step. Her arms tied in this position, forced her breasts out, against the tight rubber, which squeezed them.
A leash was attached and she was led out of the white room through an opposite door and when she entered, and she was… outside. Behind the building. The inspektor was there, her shiny suit reflecting the harsh yellowish street lights nearby.
“Well, miss Valerie, your sentence starts here, now, which means that you have to come back here in 24 hours. Any minute late will increase your sentence by 1 hour, and if you are over 30 minutes late, an arrest warrant will be emitted and you will see the judge again.”
The leash was removed and the Inspektor stepped away as if waiting for something.
Valerie began to walk but…where to go? She would like to find a hotel… sort of.
She heard a noise as the door opened again, this time to let out what she believed was Elisabeth.
Her hobble chain was a mere two chainlinks long, forcing her to take very short strolls. Her waist appeared way more rigid than Valerie’s, as if her corset was made of hard plastic or something. Her arms were tied backwards, her elbows together, but her wrists up between her shoulder blades, with her wrist cuffs linked to her heavy collar.
And her hands were in some kind of fingerless mittens. Her mouth was bulging, as if it was overfilled with something. She was slowly walking toward the Inspektor.
“You’re deep into it, this time, Elisabeth. I bet you didn’t think that one out carefully.” she said. “The sentencing is not there to satisfy fetishists, it’s there to punish those who don’t follow the rules.”
As she said that, Elisabeth clasped her legs together and bent forward, flexing her knees at the same time, as if she had a burst of menstrual pain. The Inspektor catched Valerie’s puzzled look.
“She’s being shocked. One shock every 15 minutes.” then turning back to Elisabeth. “See you in 7 days, and remember, in your case, every minute late is one day more in this, up to 30 days.”
“I don’t think this is what she had in mind.” she said, again looking at Valerie. “And… oh, Elisabeth…” she said, the heavy restrained woman slowly turning around. “Just remember that the next sentence carries two full months in a fiberglass cast in a frogtie position, being zapped constantly.”
Again, as if giving more information, knowledge, insight as to what is in store if Valerie doesn’t follow the rules, she turns to her.
“Only three got to where she is right now in the last five years since that program has been instigated. Nobody got to the plaster cast.”
IV – What Time is It?
The inspektor walked away, leaving the two bound ladies to their own punishing devices. Elisabeth was walking toward the main street, in a very short stroll, stopping every now and then to regain her breath or to steady herself. If she was to fall, she would not get back up by herself.
Neither would she, thought Valerie.
Carefully, she walked to the main street. She was expecting to see a rather deserted street at this late hour… Come to think of it, what time is it? She has to be back in 24 hours but… when will that be?
She had to find a clock somewhere.
At least, she had a goal.
The streets were filled with people in latex, some in just a dress or a skirt and a shirt, others in full outfit, including hoods or some sort of helmets. Most were ‘free’ and quite many were in some sort of bondage.
People didn’t seem to care about her. She was just ‘another one’.
Doing small steps, knees flexed, body bent forward, trying to lower her center of gravity, she hobbled along on her extreme boots, one step at a time. The sidewalk was often uneven and she had to slow down.
Most stores were closed at this late hour and she could see nothing. A cafe nearby seemed open, but to get there she had to cross the street, meaning having to step down the sidewalk. There was a wheelchair access slope accessible so she aimed for it, but negotiating the slope turned out to be almost more difficult than simply stepping down one step to the street.
There was no traffic so her crossing went smoothly. Once on the other side, she chose to step up on the sidewalk, which she found as difficult as the ramp down. Oh well.
She got to the cafe and looked inside. There were quite many people in, obviously all in latex. A few were tied up to the walls, in different positions. Others appeared to be tied up to chairs or stools, and others were simply nicely packaged on the floor with rope or tape.
Nobody seemed to care about her.
“Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen”? [what can I get you] asked the barista.
Valerie obviously did not understand, but she figured out what she asked.
“Help me! What time is it?” she tried to say through her tube gag, which came out as a mumbled gibberish.
The barista looked puzzled then raised her eyebrows as if surprised and happy at the same time.
“Binde mich? Aber natürlich! Hey, Bande, sie will gefesselt werden! Gibt es Freiwillige?” [Tie me up? But of course. Hey, gang, she wants to be tied up! Any volunteers?]
A man of heavy build, a biker or a trucker or something, all dressed in a heavy latex suit, with chrome studs and large boots with a lot of heavy straps got up and smiled, walking toward her.
“Ich werde mich um sie kümmern.” [I’ll take care of her.] he said, smiling, getting a leash that was hanging from his large belt, where Valerie noticed that there were also a few whips!
“No, no. Help me! Help me!” she garbled out, turning around to show her bound arms, but at the same time, protruding her tightly rubber wrapped butt..
“Mich fesseln und versohlen? Je mehr, desto besser!” [Tie me up and spank me? The more the merrier!] he exclaimed, laughing, with most of the people present laughing with him.
Valerie had no time to react. He grabbed her collar with the leash and dragged her toward the back of the cafe where she could see there was some kind of arena of people bound in different situations, some just literally hanging there while others were getting teased or spanked.
He led her to a hanging chain, then swiftly turned her around, which almost had her lose her precarious balance on her wedge heeled ballet boots. He grabbed her wrist cuffs and pulled them upward, forcing her to bend forward, pinching her stomach with her corset.
Valerie struggled to keep her balance and floor what he was doing. He then linked her wrist cuffs high on the chain, forcing her to keep that bending position, before walking away.
That was tough. The easiest way to cope with it was to bend forward even more and try to support herself from the wrist chain.
He casually walked away, humming, before quickly returning. Valerie couldn’t really see what he was about to do, but she had an idea when she saw him taking a swing.
SLAP!
The sound of the hardwood paddle was as loud as it was a surprise, and a stinging pain.
Valerie moaned. That was not what she was asking for. Unless this was how he was telling the time. One slap for every hour, perhaps?
SLAP! That one hurt less because she was pretty much expecting it.
He put his hand on her aching buttocks, rubbing them, feeling the tight buns through the equally tight latex, massaging them, which seemed to ease the pain, but…
SLAP!
She was pretty much hanging from her wrist now, almost lifting her feet off the ground.
He only laughed even more.
SLAP!
“Please stop!” she tried to say between two hits, the words garbling out through the gag.
“Bitte mehr? Mit Vergnügen, meine Liebe” [Please more? With pleasure, my dear!], he said, stopping. Valerie thought her message had gone through. Finally. But she was so wrong.
He only changed his tool, taking something with a handle and a lot of small straps on it and he started to spin it around, hitting her now sensitive butt with it, over and over again.
“Mein Auspeitscher wird Ihnen gefallen.” [You will like my flogger.] he said, hitting her even stronger.
But the feeling was different. Instead of just one hard slap, it was multiple small hits, and since he was moving it around, the feeling moved too, some of those straps hitting the dildos.
Valerie began to moan. Damn she couldn’t believe she was actually moaning, and without her even realizing it, she began to move her butt to either follow or get away from the hit, directing at this spot, then this one, then… Oh my gosh! What am I doing? She suddenly realized what she was doing, kind of snapping out of a dream… but was this a wet dream or a nightmare?
She tried to get away, to break free, but her bounds held tight, and she realized that, the more she struggled, the stronger the feeling of being restrained was, and the more aroused she became.
And she exploded. It was like electric shocks running through her body without ever getting out, just bouncing back and forth, again and again, screwing her crotch, screwing her mind. She threw her head backward, only limited by the wide collar.
Her captor saw it and grabbed it, pulling stronger in it, forcing her to get up, only to be blocked by her tied arms who wanted to go down, but couldn’t.
It was as if another orgasm fired inside the one already going on. Her knees let go and she ended up pretty much suspended by her wrists, her body taken over by convulsions as her eyes flipped around.
It was an out of body experience. Something she had never felt. Oh, she had lots of sex before, but nothing comparing to this. In a flash, all her regular sexual activities seemed boring, not even vanilla, but flavorless.
Her captor realized what was going on and supported her upper body as he removed the chain fixing her arms to the ceiling and helped her take place on a nearby booth, literally collapsing, still feeling the jolts of the orgasm.
Das war verdammt intensiv! [That was intense as hell!] he said, gently rubbing her things, massaging her breasts, even fondling at her crotch, as if he wanted to smooth out the orgasm, spread the fluids, the energy or whatever the hell that was. He was smiling and giggling. He was obviously pleased by the results of his teasing as Valerie moaned even more.
As the orgasm faded, her breathing became slower, more relaxed.
She was almost sad it had ended, then again, she wondered how her brain would have coped with it if it hadn’t.
“OK?” he asked, smiling.
Valerie nodded yes. That had been awesome. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
When she awoke, she was laying down on a long bench, apparently having been moved from where she collapsed. She startled and looked around. The cafe was pretty much empty, and the sun was slowly lighting up the sky outside.
“Damn!” she thought. “What the time is it, now?”
She struggled to get up, apparently her crotch was still sensitive from what happened the night before. She slowly hobbled her way to the counter where, without a word, the barista, the same that was there when she got in, simply pointed to a huge clock behind her. The time she was looking for had been there all along!
06:15.
She offered her a large glass of water, pulling the sink plug out of her gag, gesturing Valerie to tilt her head backward as she slowly poured the cool liquid.
That was good and refreshing. She needed that. She tried to ask for another one but the barista nodded no and pointed to a smoothie machine. Yes, that would be better. She needed energy and the only thing she could eat had to be on a liquid form as she couldn’t chew.
The barista pointed to the different flavors, Valreie rejecting them, going with more and more ingredients until she reached the very last, most complete one. The barista smiled and made the drink, then fed it, slowly, to Valerie, one gulp at a time.
That was good as hell! Damn, but… how to pay her, now?
Valerie tried to point at the prices and showed her bound hands, trying to say “I can’t pay you right now”.
“Don’t worry. “ she said in english, “it’s already been paid for by the patrons who witnessed the wonderful show you gave us last night, and there’s still way enough for you to come back if you need anything else until you’re released.” she said, smiling. “I’m sorry if I put you into this situation last night but we always have fun with first time convicts.” she said with a devilish smile. “My shift is ending soon, but we might see each other again tonight, before you get released or… even after!” She said with a wink, while putting back the drain plug on Valerie’s gag.
The barista walked away and Valerie realised that she was walking on pointed toe boots, and that she was wearing a very tight fitting bright red latex dress, and her waist was severely corseted, yet it doesn’t seem to be a problem.
Before leaving, she had another look at the clock: 07:30
As she was about to pass the door, the barista had something for her:
“One advice: be careful where you sit.”
Valerie stared at her, trying to make sense of the advice, but the barista didn’t wait and went on with her business.
Now, she knows the time, but she has no idea how much time went by since she has been released in the streets, hence, no way to know when to go back to the station.
V – Those Brats
By now, the sun was getting higher, and hotter, and under her rubber skin, she was quickly cooking. She could feel the sweat layer running down her spine, trying to find a way down, to her feet, but the suit was just too tight, there was no space available, so the layer of liquid stayed there, lubricating the movements of the suit over her body, making it glide, like thousands of hands and fingers gently rubbing her body, with every step, with every move, with every breath.
She was still hot and her crotch was very much on fire after the ordeal in the cafe, even after so many hours. She never thought. Well, she never imagined, something like that was possible, even conceivable.
Walking, impaired by her hobble chain, suddenly had a new effect: she liked it. No, it couldn’t be. Could she like being a… rubber slut?
Of course not. She was not this… kind of person. Or was she?
She spotted a bench, one of those flat benches made with wide timber, so that someone could sit facing either way, and aimed for it, letting herself fall to sit, facing the street. Her gesture was accompanied by the loud clunk of her steel chastity belt hitting the bench and jolting the dildos at the same time, making her moan loudly.
It wasn’t long before she softly began to swing her hips forward and backward. Very so slightly, just teasing, her movements going stronger and wider. That was so good. Until she opened her eyes and realized that she was actually screwing herself, right there, on a public bench.
“Stop that!” she said to herself “That’s not proper.”
People were passing by, not giving a thought.
That was so weird. She giggled. Was she drunk? Drugged? Did that barista put something on her smoothie?
No. This was a different feeling. She had been drunk and stoned on pot before, and this was different. Totally different. It was as if remnants of orgasms were still running around her body, keeping her aroused, but just slightly, just to keep a feeling.
Now, what to do? She had still quite many hours to go by, and nothing much to do than wait. She got up and after a few steps, with the dildos moving, she was horny again. Her arms strictly held in her back, her forced hobbled walk, the extreme position of her feet, her crushed waist, the huge gag focing her mouth open were no longer a disturbance, but rather that many pleasure triggers.
“I must have been brainwashed while I was sleeping” she thought. “There’s no way this is… fun.”
She closed her eyes, enjoying whatever was running through her veins, giving her that wonderful ‘feels good’ mood. She can’t believe that she was actually smiling, although it probably didn’t show at all.
She felt a very weak tug on her arms, she dismissed as her arms were getting numb. Then she felt one a little stronger as if someone was fondling with it and then she heard giggles.
She turned around, or rather tried to turn around, only to realize that two teenagers were crouched down behind her, giggling, and they had linked her wrist cuffs to a ring located on the concrete sidewalk. She couldn’t get up.
She grunted loudly, and the teenagers, a boy and a girl ran away fast, laughing.
People passed by and were looking at Valerie struggle, smiling, also giggling, but nobody offered any help. She tried to plead with her eyes, and tried to gesture the best she could for someone to free her, but they simply went by. Was this some kind of local sport?
Frustrated, she sat back, banging her dilos at the same time, hoping the noise would attract attention, but which, at the same time, quickly revived the feeling. She couldn’t believe that, in a situation like that, she was, again, getting horny!
Her heart was pounding hard. What will she do? If nobody wants to help her, who will? Will the police find her and bring her back to the station before the time limit, or will they simply let her there until her sentence increases to its maximum before applying the next punishment level?
“Take a deep, slow, breath, Valerie. Hold it… Let it go… Slowly… Take a deep…” she said to herself, repeating the relaxation breathing exercises she had learned.
It helped. Her heart rate slowed down. She could begin to think of her predicament as a whole.
She felt something brush against her bound feet. She opened her eyes, but it was too late. The two brats were running away again after linking her ankles cuffs to the same holding ring. Now she was totally stuck! Before, she could move on the bench, flip to one side, even partly get up, but now: nothing.
She tried, quickly reaching the limits of her bounds, and she bounced back on the bench, trying again, pulling harder, hoping that whatever links they used, would give up, but they held, and she only ended up screwing herself up with the dildos, and to her dismay, the regular banging of her steel belt seemed to only make people giggle. They knew what she was doing!
She stopped. She was not to humiliate herself more just for show. She calmed down and waited. Perhaps, someone will see her and be generous enough to free her.
So she waited, and waited… and waited. People were passing by but doing nothing else than smiling and sometimes pointing at her to have whoever they were with to look up.
Then, from a distance, she saw someone, walking very slowly, greatly impaired. As that person came closer, Valerie recognized her: Elisabeth.
Elisabeth seemed to recognize Valerie too, as she engaged to cross the street. The traffic was very light, nonetheless she stopped it, both ways, for nearly three minutes, the time she required to cross it with her short hobble pace.
As she got closer, Valerie moved around to show how she was set up. She could see Elisabeth’s shoulder bounce! The bitch was laughing. Then again, she probably suffered the same predicament, however, she could do nothing to help Valerie.
Out of frustration, Valerie began to bang her chastity belt harder and faster. Elisabeth simply stood there and had a good look at the Valerie’s show. People were slowing down or even stopping for a few moments, looking at this display of two severely restrained women, one of them screwing herself on the bench.
In a short time, she went from bouncing out of frustration, from bouncing to orgasm, pushing the dildos in, or rather slamming them in, moaning loudly, trying to bite off the large ball gag, her lungs screaming for air as her breathing became faster and faster.
Once again, she launched, her body shaking, letting out a low pitch guttural moan, and she continued to bounce on the bench until the orgasm subsided as she was switching from jumping to wiggling. She opened her eyes and in front of her, a police officer was staring at her, a stern look on his face.
“Orgasmus an öffentlichem Eigentum ist verboten” [Orgasming on public property is forbidden] he said.
Valerie shook her head in a no gesture, trying to tell him she did not understand.
“Oh… Orgasm. Public. No.” he said with a strong voice.
Valerie nodded a wide ‘yes’, as to tell him she understood.
“Gut!” [Good.] he said, walking away, but Valerie moaned and grunt loudly.
“Was wollen Sie jetzt?” [What do you want, now?]
She tugged on her binds, trying to get the message to him.
“Nicht mein Problem.”[Not my problem.] he simply said, walking away. That’s when Valerie noticed that even Elisabeth was no longer around. She spotted her hobbling her way farther down the street. She seemed to know where she was going.
She could do nothing else but sit there and wait.
VI – Some Refreshments
She was half dozing off, half out of it when she felt tugging on her wrist and ankle cuffs. She opened her eyes to see a woman, in a tight fitting purple catsuit and a red corset, crouching down, releasing her. She got back up and looked at Valerie.
“You okay? You speak english?”
Valerie nodded yes, twice.
“This… predicament is pretty much the initiation ritual, here. Don’t get mad at whoever did it and why nobody else released you.” she said, putting a hand on Valerie’s shoulders.
“Well, I must be going, now. Enjoy your new life.” she said, clicking her way on incredibly high heels. Not ballet high but almost, and by the way she was wiggling her butt, Valerie was sure she had something huge inserted in, but she was mostly amazed at her tiny waist, evidently crushed by the latex corset.
“Oh…” she said, turning around, smiling, her shoulder brown hairs floating in the wind, “if anybody asks, tell them Karen free you.”.
Then she turned around and walked away, whistling.
“Enjoy my new life? This is no way my new life.” mumble Valerie to herself.
But where to go, now? She was hot in all meanings of the word. She remembered seeing Elisabeth going that way, so she went, walking faster than she was able to.
Over half an hour later, two blocks away in one direction and three in an other one, she reached a large area with water fountains and jets, where people were cooling off. Obviously, a life in latex in the middle of the summer required some cooling off. And she needed it. She already spotted Elisabeth but decided not to join her. She headed for the first water shower and welcomed the cool flow of water over her head, neck and shoulders,, discovering, at the same time, a new feeling: she could feel the water temperature, she could feel the water pressure, the water flow, but she couldn’t feel the water itself. That was so weird.
She cooled off for a while, moving around, feeling her body becoming cooler as much as her mind, before heading for a bench. She looked under it to make sure there was no ring or anything else to tie her up, and it was clear.
She sat, her steel chastity belt hitting on it, but as cool as she was, it didn’t have much effect. She had the whole bench to herself, and by carefully leaning sideways, she was able to lay on it. She closed her eyes. That was relaxing. From time to time she could feel the splash of water hitting her suit from people playing nearby. She was on her side and couldn’t roll on her back because of her bound arms. She managed to roll on her stomach, and was on the verge of dozing off when she felt a pressure around her neck. She tried to move, but couldn’t. Someone was actually sitting over her!
She struggled, tried to scream for help, but before she could do anything, she felt someone else grabbing her legs and bending them forward, before linking the ankles to her wrist. She was hogtied, like livestock!
As the one who was sitting over her head moved away, she recognized them as the same two two who tied her to the bench of Main Street. They then grabbed her, one by the shoulders, the other by the kneel and placed her on the ground, over a large puddle of water before running away, giggling.
Valerie struggled, tried to get free. She figured that nobody would help. Well, at least, she was resting on some water, so she would stay cool.
That’s when, again, all hell broke loose. They had placed her over a water jet, placing her crotch just over it. As the jet turned on, the water pressure was forcing its way at her crotch, between her legs, sending the high water pressure everywhere on her chastity belt, creating a vibration and .. Well, you can figure it out.
And she seemed to be laying over two water jets, the other spewing its liquid at her breasts level.
She moaned. She although remembered that she shouldn’t orgasm in a public place. So what now? She was getting vibed at the crotch, and water massaged at the breasts, at the same time, while being bound up, unable to move.
Damn! That was good. She wiggled as much as her restraints allowed. The jets were powerful, they were massaging her but not enough to trigger an orgasm. She tried to work her way there, but they were just teasing. Constant non-stop teasing.
She could only see at ground level, and she saw a pair of leather boots with a thick sole approach. Then her head was yanked backward as a strap was installed, linking the ring on top of her harness to her elbow cuffs, forcing her head up.
“Damn! Does everybody here walk around with straps and links in their pockets or what?” she said to herself as the man, fully dressed into a latex catsuit walked away, smiling. She only noticed that, on the back of his catsuit, were printed the letters U3L. She had no clue what that meant.
She was left there, struggling, getting teased and massaged, non stop for hours, people passing by and not giving her any attention, not even checking on her if she was okay, if she wanted out. Then again, it was probably well known that she was a convict, and she deserved her punishment.
VII – Time For a Nap
The sun was getting low, and Valerie figured it was perhaps around 19:00 when everything stopped. All the water jets shut down. The few people who were still there gathered their things and walked away. The best conclusion is that they had shut down for the night.
And now what? Will someone come and free her?
One thing was sure: these hours of massage took their toll on her, like spending a whole afternoon in a Jacuzzi. She was falling asleep.She tried to fight it but it was just too strong and, although she was less than comfortable, she fell asleep.
But one would wonder what kind of sleep it was because, intermittently, her body moved, slightly, like a work, her hips rocking up and down, slowly, almost sensually, while she softly moaned, slowly testing her bounds.
Heels clicking were heard, approaching. Was it in her dream, in her fantasies or real? It stopped close to her. Or so it seemed.
She felt something. She was being touched. Yes, this was a hand, gently touching her shoulder. She got out of her slumber, blinking her eyes. The sun was low, the sky lighting up like an orange fire. She couldn’t see whoever that was. She couldn’t move her head enough for it.
She moaned, or rather grunted louder, trying to attract the attention, inviting whoever that was to present itself.
But all she got was more touching. Soft. Caressing. It started at her left shoulder. The hand rubbed it, tried to massage the tensed muscles in their force position. It slid down slowly down her arm, and another hand joined the first one, both massaging her arms, going back up and then down. Softly.
It was more of a caress, or someone enjoying the touch of latex.
The hands slid easily over her latex covered arms, as if it was well lubricated. That made the sensation almost weird because she wasn’t feeling any tugging, just the sensual glide of the hand.
Then her hands reached down, to her butt, each hand grabbing a bun, squeezing it, sometimes with a full hand, other times with just the tip of the finger, pushing, pulling, pinching, squeezing. All, very slowly.
As one hand continued to squeeze her butt, the other began to run down her thigh, back and forth, and after a while, everything stopped.
Valerie waited then moaned. She wanted more. No, she wanted out. She wanted to be untied.
The hands came back, obviously from a different position. Whoever it was has simply changed place and judging by how the hands were moving, that person had placed itself directly behind her, over her folded legs, and was gently, slowly rubbing her things, both of them, at the same time, going up to squeeze her buns, then back down, doing a little trip inside her thighs, only blocked by the chastity belt.
A finger tried to squeeze in, touching the dildo. The touch was small, as it was difficult to reach for, but it moved the dildo in short quick motions.
Valerie moaned, eyes closed.
A change of hand and the rubbing continued on her right side, up to her arms, her shoulder, then her neck. The hands were grabbing her head. She tried to see but whoever it was was not almost touching her eyes with her corseted waist.
She made a few additions: high heels, corset, that must be a woman. Then again…
The… woman… rubbed her head, squishing it, even played with the tube gag, pushing it slightly, just to trigger the gag reflex.
She heard giggles. Yes, it was a woman.
She tugged at the strap holding her head to her elbows, and she felt it being released.
It was a release and at the same time, painful as her head was leaving that extreme position. Valerie let out a long sigh of satisfaction, followed by another one when her hogtied legs were freed. Still, all she could see was her feet, in pointed heel boots.
The woman helped her gently roll on her side. Valerie startled.
“Gggkknn?”
“You seem to have a knack for tricky situations.” answered the brown haired woman, giggling.
Valerie grunted. As if she was looking for them.
“Here, let me help you get up.” said Karen, grabbing Valerie and helping her get her balance back on her feet, her legs almost numb.
“In your state, you have close to an hour of walking to go back to the police station. You do have a few hours left, but don’t be late, not for your first offence, at least.”
“Yeah, as if I’m about to do another one.” mumbled Valerie, but what came out was gibberish.
“Take care of yourself.” said Karen, staying behind, looking at her go.
“Err… Miss?” said Karen, Valerie slowly turning around, like in a daze.
“That way…” pointed Karen, in the complete opposite direction to where Valerie was heading.
Valerie grunted as she turned around and began to walk. It was difficult to find the reference points she had noticed coming in. Any city is totally different at night vs in daylight.
She walked a short moment and turned around to see where Karen was going but she was nowhere to be seen. Oh well.
It was a long and painful walk. Her legs were tired, her shoulders, her elbows, her whole body was tired. She longs to take a deep breath, to comb her hairs with her fingers.
On her way to the police station, she got the reading of a few clocks and she knew that she had about three hours to go.
She went to the same door she had been let out, but there was nowhere to be sitting. She could lean against a wall for a few minutes, but not for three hours.
Almost reluctantly, she hobbled her way back to the main street where she carefully chose a bench where there were no anchor points, and let herself drop.
She was so exhausted, that the jolt barely excited her. She wanted out.
She closed her eyes, keeping alert, opening them every few seconds, to make sure nobody was fooling around with her setup and that she wouldn’t oversleep.
She was feeling a presence, as if someone was staring at her. She opened her eyes. In front of her, a woman, waist tightly constricted by a leather corset, encased from head to toe in a very shiny, almost liquid looking black latex catsuit, reflecting the city lights like a black mirror. Her head was not only encased in a black latex hood with rubber strand pigtails, but also enclosed into a gasmask.
“Better get up and get over there or you’ll be late.” said the voice, although muffled, she recognized Karen.
She turned her head away to look at the clock she had spotted and indeed, only two minutes to go. She turned again to thank Karen but, like the last time, she had… vanished. What the f…
She had to go. She hobbled her way to the door and as she was getting there, the door opened to reveal a surprise Inspektor.
“Wow! I’m impressed. First timers are usually late. I even saw you doze off on the bench up front. You did good. You did good. Come, your ordeal is over.” she said, directing Valerie again to the white room where she was released.
Her jaw was aching, her elbows, her legs, her feet, her waist, everything.
She was given back her regular clothes and they felt weird after all this time sweating in her airtight rubber confinement.
The inspektor then led Valerie to a police van, with all black windows.
“You’re going to be driven back to your car. It’s been fueled up and your GPS updated. Since what you told was true, we won’t charge you for the fuel of the GPS update. Just be careful and… learn a little bit of the language of the places you intend to visit, otherwise, you could end up in tricky situations.” she said with a wink.
“I hope to see you back, but with everything in order.”
“Thank you… I guess.” said Valerie.
“Oh, I have one question, if you don’t mind me asking.” said the Inspektor as she was closing the door. “How did you manage it? I mean, usually, we find the first timers stuck in some predicament. Some have been tied up on one of the street benches for the whole day, others at the water jets, but you came back and on time. How did you do it?”
“Oh, I don’t have much credit. I had been bound to a bench and at the water fountain, and I would have overslept if it hadn’t been for that woman… err… Karen. She freed me both times and woke me up just in time.”
“Karen. Really?” said a puzzled Inspektor.
“That’s what she said her name was.”
“Really, and what did she look like?”
“Tall, thin, waist highly compressed by a corset, walking on ballet boots, brown, shoulder length curly hairs, hazel eyes, a warm smile.”
“Ah, come on. You read that description somewhere.”
“And where would that somewhere be?”
“You know, the Karen stories, from the Internet. She’s a fictional character. This suburb of Dresden was actually named after her. Yes, people call it LatexCity, but the official name is ‘Karenvorort’ which means Karen’s suburb.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” said Valerie.
“Oh well. Take care of yourself.”
VIII – Returning to civilisation
She was driven back to her car, where she had left it. She quickly drove away, following the GPS instructions, and about an hour later, she was entering her hotel room.
She awoke the next morning close to noon. She laid there, on her back, in the middle of the bed with all the bedsheets on the floor, looking at the ceiling, her hands gently rubbing her body, squishing her waist as she sucked it in, her fingers drifting toward her crotch, playing with it. She moaned. That was good. Not as good as… what the hell! No. She would not.
While taking her coffee, she was still intrigued. She took her phone and made a search for latex stories involving someone named Karen and found that strange site with hundreds of stories, about a Karen, which was described as she saw her, but fictitious.
“I didn’t dream that. She did release me!” she said out loud to no one in particular.
She figured she needed to cool down. Somehow.
She put on her swimsuit and almost ran to the hotel pool. It felt weird, feeling the water directly on her skin, not being isolated by…. Her mind was elsewhere.
“No, Valerie. Change your mind. You have places to visit. Just go.” she said to herself, drying herself up, grabbing her purse and jumping in her car, right then, right there, in her swimsuit, and driving off.
Her GPS was off. She was driving on instinct. She recognized some features, some road signage. She stopped at the entrance of a tunnel, then drove on again, driving through it, getting out in a different suburb.
She parked in front of a store and got out of the car. People walking on the sidewalk looked at her, pointing, putting their hand at their mouth to hide their giggling. She got out of her car and headed for the store.
“HALT!”
She stopped and turned around, facing what seemed to be a woman police officer, wearing a shiny and tight fitting uniform.
“You? Again?” said the officer.
“I want to…” said Valerie, pointing to the storefront, displaying latex garments.
“That’s no excuse. It is forbidden not to wear latex, whatever the reason. Turn around, you’re under arrest.” said the officer.
Valerie wondered for a moment if she should talk back or not.
©, Pete,June 25, 2020.