Message-ID: <14564eli$9808201616@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14564.txt> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Sutcliffe Chronicles: Rubber Entrapment Pt.1 [FF BD Latex SciFi] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199808190212.TAA18820@mail-gw2.pacbell.net> Another story line starting up (email me if you like it ;-) Find this story and many more original stories (from my own cranium!) and illustrations at my FREE site <http://people.delphi.com/gnjal>. Synopsis: Citizen Suzette reveals her hidden passion for latex, and is trapped in latex by a vindictive fellow office worker. Gregg (G.Njal) ======================================== The Sutcliffe Chronicles: Rubber Entrapment Pt.1 G.Njal 18 Aug 98 “Blue Nirvana, level 5” Suzette stared at the cryptic message that had just shown up in her system’s inbox. “That’s strange, there’s no sender or route on this thing…” She puzzled as she stared at the system message. She tapped the trace and authentication icons and waited as her system tried to track down the sender of the message. After a few seconds her display bleeped its failure and flashed the retry icon at her. Suzette pursed her pink glossed cupid-bowed lips, and reread the message. “Exotic Rubber Styles, Citizen Grade, Blue Nirvana, level 5.” Suzette paused and looked around, peering over the gray nufoam tops of her cubicle’s partitions. All the other order processors had gone on lunch break, leaving her as the only worker in the normally bustling Citizens Provisioning Center. Her system chimed in front of her, and the hourly inspiration message from The Book popped up on her display. “Citizens REJOICE, for the BOOK has provided guidance for us ALL…” The voices of the Central Regional Citizens Choir sounded faintly around her, rising into ecstatic religious fervor and then dropping off abruptly. “Productive Citizens are the blessed of all peoples, so says the BOOK. Improve your output today Citizen, and share in the blessings.” Suzette waited impatiently for the message to clear, so that she could examine the strange message again. Earlier that day some citizen had placed a provisioning order that referenced a vendor that the Center’s main systems hadn’t liked. It had promptly been routed to her system queue for validation and resubmission. Tapping up the vendor’s Citizen’s Provisioner Identification number earlier had triggered this system reference. No sender, untraceable, but with a valid Provisioner number as reference. Suzette gave one more cautious look around to make sure she would be unobserved and tapped the Traverse to Vendor icon. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she squirmed her firm ass on the black nufoam cushion of her seat, rubbing her legs together and pursing her lips, waiting. The words “Exotic Rubber” flashed on the screen in front of her, and she was sure that someone would come back from lunch, glance at her display and instantly realize Suzette’s secret. She crossed and re-crossed her lithe legs, the pink and white zebra-striped synthaskin leggings covering them making a soft hissing whisper as they slid against one another under her full skirts. She fingered the tightly buttoned collar at her throat and smoothed the length of her pale rose work dress. Squeezing her legs together, Suzette luxuriated in the delicious feeling of tightness as her naughty black latex panty girdle pulled against her stomach and inner thighs. If the other girls ever found out what she was wearing under her prim and proper dress, she’d never live it down. But it wasn’t really forbidden, was it? She rationalized to herself. Panty Girdles had been the fashion for years, and if she wanted to provision hers from the replicators in slick black rubber, that was her business. And the synthaskin leggings were just a color variation on a Citizen approved design, right? Deep down though, Suzette knew that her obsession with anything latex was outside of the Citizen norm. The Traverse to Vendor request window chimed, and Suzette held her breath as the window filled with an elaborate 3d image of rippling black latex. “Welcome to Blue Nirvana, Providing Exotic Rubber Styles for all Citizens. Available through any Cygna-Tran replicator systems. Try before you buy. All styles available in various gauges and bio-reactivity response levels.” A sensual woman’s voice announced. On the display, the shining latex parted to reveal a voluptuous woman, wearing a tight red latex mini-dress, thigh high black rubber boots, and slapping a red and black tasseled rubber whip against one gloved palm. “You simply must try our latex, lovers.” She grinned and slid a gloved hand down to yank up the stretchy hem of her dress, revealing a shaved and glistening pussy. Smiling wickedly, she licked the handle of the whip and pushed it down towards her naked sex. Suzette gasped and slapped her hand hard on the Cancel icon. The image disappeared from the display, replaced by the listings of provision orders and status that normally filled her work day. Suzette tried to slow her excited breath, and looked around nervously. This can’t be, she thought to herself, the BOOK disallowed anything this blatantly sexual or out of Citizen norm. It was almost as if some rogue Guild provider had slipped onto the Citizen’s net. Her cheeks felt hot, and she raised her slender fingered hands to feel them, “Suzette, you are the dedicated citizen, aren’t you, working through lunch and all?” Suzette started and turned around in her chair to see Marielle grinning nastily at her, her arms folded across her chest. Marielle tossed her short bobbed blonde hair back. “I…I was just finishing up on my Provisioning status queue, Marielle, that’s all.” Suzette covertly tapped the forward icon on her display sending the strange message to her home queue. Marielle smiled a little bit too widely, and tapped her foot. She was the lead Citizen in the office, and tended to throw her power around almost as much as she did her short Ash blonde hair. The office gossip had it that she had uncovered a secret deviant in her old office, and had gotten him run off to the Guilds for re-education, getting a fat credit raise and promotion as reward. Marielle looked down at Suzette, the silver oversized buttons on her dark blue synthaskin pantsuit gleaming under the harsh overhead lights, “Well dear, I’m sure the BOOK will bring blessings upon all your HARD work, enjoy your lunch.” She emphasized the word hard with an almost sneering intentness, and walked away. Suzette watched Marielle leave, the tight pantsuit contoured to her flexing ass, and breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close. She was sure that Suzette would have turned her in for viewing such inappropriate material and probably gotten her inducted into the Rubber Guild at the same time! Swiping her hand across her display, she locked it down, and stood up, her pale skirts swirling around her legs, with a faint squeak of rubber from her panty-girdle. Suzette quickly walked out of the Provisioning Center, trying not to think about the black rubber hidden under her dress, or the way the wetly gleaming pussy had made her own sex moisten so quickly in response. ================================ Suzette stepped out of the sonic shower, slipped into her red satin bathrobe and walked out into her Citizen’s apartment. “Display on, retrieve work files.” She told the room. Dropping down into her beige nufoam couch, she curled her legs underneath her and watched as her home system display materialized in front of where she was sitting. An in-progress icon appeared and chimed busily as it pulled her after-hour work quota files down from the Citizens Provisioning Center system. Brushing back her chestnut brown hair, she quickly braided it into a thick ponytail as she waited for the retrieval to finish. It had been a long nerve-wracking day under the suspicious Marielle’s eye, with Suzette convinced that it was obvious she was wearing deviant clothing to work. At the end of the work shift, she had rushed home in a panic, stripping completely, and shoved her forbidden rubber panty girdle deep into the back of her closet. Suzette had then jumped into the shower, as if to rinse any of the evidence that she had been wearing rubber off of her naked body. The display flashed and signaled that it was done with her request. “Blue Nirvana, level 5” Flashed in blue lettering inside of her in box. Suzette pushed her braided hair behind her to trail down her back against the red satin fabric of the robe and spoke, “Blue Nirvana, level 5, Traverse to Vendor.” She held her breath, remembering the strong reaction the rippling rubber and sexy latex woman had evoked in her. The Traverse icon spun and disappeared. After a minute, a single line of text was displayed. “Order processed, thank you, Retrieve your purchase from any Cygna-Tran compatible replicator at your convenience” A chime sounded and the text disappeared. “What!?” Suzette stared at the display with her mouth open. Something had been charged to her account? They could trace it back to her. What had happened! She was going to the Guilds for sure now! Suzette swiped the display off and stood up, and turned to look at the replicator standing in the corner of the room. As she watched the amber busy light flashed and she heard the quiet hum of the replicator engine working. She ran over to it, her red satin robe opening in her haste, and slapped the abort button on the replicator. Nothing happened. “Damn the BOOK! Stop you stupid thing!” She repeatedly hit the abort button but without result. She moaned in despair as the green ready light chimed and the replicator engine softly shutdown, and leaned against the smooth white side of the replicator. Slowly opening her eyes, she gradually focused on the green ready light. Looking down, she wrapped her hands around the handle of the replicator door, and pulled it open. A nufoam box sat on the floor of the replicator chamber, with the label “Blue Nirvana, Female Suit, BioReactive level 3,Autonomous, Self-Regenerating.” Suzette picked up the box, it was heavy! And sat down with it on the couch. Pulling her robe closed, she tried to ignore the fact that her nipples had hardened and she was feeling an undercurrent of excited anticipation mixed with the dread of ordering banned clothing on her credit tab. Opening the lid of the blue nufoam box, she peered inside. Black shining folds of latex gleamed back at her. She gasped and pulled the latex out of the box. She was holding a body length, shining rubber catsuit with attached gloves and booties. The latex lay like cool heavy silk against her trembling hands, as she held it up in front of her, marveling at the way it darkly reflected the room’s indirect lighting. She flipped the suit this way and that, feeling her whole body tremble with her hidden desire for rubber. She had been hiding her deviant yearnings for so long, this was almost too much for her to take. She had been in guilty erotic rapture for weeks after realizing she could order a Citizen grade panty girdle in non-standard fabrics and colors. When the replicator had delivered her black rubberized panty, she had quivered with excitement, running her hands over and over the sleek latex surface, before finally slipping it over her legs and tugging it to sit snuggly around her hips and waist. She had never climaxed as hard as that night, when she had rolled in her bed, stroking her dripping pussy through the tight latex of the panty. Now, she was holding an entire suit of delicious rubber! Suzette impulsively yanked open her satin robe and hugged the cool latex against her naked breasts and belly. Moaning, the feeling of the rubber sliding across her naked skin bringing her to an erotic brink, she forgot all about the risk of being branded a deviant, all about the strongly worded guidance of the BOOK, and began looking for a zipper or seam in the suit. “Where is it?!” She moaned with frustration. The suit even had an attached hood, with only eye and nose holes, but no sign of a zipper anywhere. Suzette sat down on her couch with a thump, her red robe spread open on either side of her hips, the suit draped between her curvaceous legs, its cool folds just touching the sensitive mound of her sex, and whimpering with her pent-up need. After hiding her lust for the BOOK forbidden deviant latex for so long, it was torture to have such a beautiful, erotic suit delivered to her and not be able to wear it. Her floating display abruptly appeared in front of her with a muted chirp indicating that an incoming message had been received. Suzette looked up in frustration, “Read mail” she snapped at it. The display folded out and became a rippling field of black latex. The same sensuous voice from the Blue Nirvana message came purring out of the display. “Instructions darling latex lover, for the deliciously Exotic Erotic and bio-reactive suit you’ve ordered have arrived!” The rippling wall of rubber on the display split in two to reveal the same whip-wielding buxom woman from the earlier message. “Programmed with the latest in nuMorph materials, our rubber exotica erotica suits are completely voice activated and bio-reactive to 16 levels if desired. Downloading recombining and mutating entertainment routines daily from our Guild net, our suits are GUARANTEED to provide a lifetime of stimulus.” The woman licked the haft of her whip, and slowly slid it between the engorged lips of her pussy, moaning and arching her back while squeezing her ass cheeks together under the tight latex mini-dress she was wearing. “Activate yours now, simply by saying the words, ‘I love latex’ and your journey to erotic fulfillment will begin…” The woman on the display threw back her raven hair and screamed as she shook with an orgasm, pumping the whip in and out of her juicy cunt, her booted legs spread wide, stretching the hem of her latex mini-dress into a tight shining plane of rubber. Suzette gaped at the spasming woman, and looked down at the suit draped over her naked thighs. “I love latex” she whispered softly. Nothing happened. “I LOVE LATEX” she said louder. The suit writhed in her hands, and peeled open like the petals of some slick black rose. Suzette gasped, and stood up, dropping her robe completely, turning the suit so that she could step into it. Her nipples stood out, hard and stiff with her excitement, her breathing coming in pants as she pulled the soft silky suit up her legs, and over her thighs. “By the BOOK, it feels soooo good!” she moaned and quickly yanked the clinging latex up over her hips, and plunged her hands down into the sleeves. She wriggled her fingers to find the right spot in the attached gloves and then ran her latex covered hands over her newly rubberized body. She felt naked, even though every part of her except for her head was covered in cool black latex. Sitting down on the couch, she pressed her hands between her rubber covered thighs and slid them against the tightly encased mound of her pussy. She hissed out a breath as she almost came just from that contact. Leaning her head forward, she pulled the hood over her face, and settling it down to fit snuggly around her neck. It was too much, covered in the tight rapidly warming latex of the suit, Suzette began climaxing, one hand rubbing the spasming mound of her sex, pressing the latex between her pussy lips, her legs spread wide, while the other squeezed her nipple through the rubber of the suit. The material of the suit vibrated and suddenly sealed, the petals closing without a trace of any seams, pulling taut around every part of Suzette’s naked form. She gasped, and moaned with the sensation, her pussy quivering, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. Suzette’s lust fogged eyes tried to focus as she noticed the display in front of her rippling with distortion. The woman in latex who had been pumping her dripping pussy with the whip was changing. As more distortion waves chased across the display, the woman’s faced morphed until she looked just like Marielle from the Citizens Provision Center. Suzette’s eyes widened in alarm under the tight rubber hood of the suit. With the last waves of her orgasm making her legs jerk, she watched in horror as the woman on the display stood up and sneered at her with a look of disgust. With one final wipe of the display, the woman had changed. It WAS Marielle Her Ash blonde hair bobbed to the picture of perfection, her elegantly manicured pearl colored nails tapping against her crossed arms as she glared down at the rubberized Suzette spread wide on the couch below her. The only thing different was that her blue pantsuit was now made of shining blue rubber, tightly outlining Marielle’s jutting breasts and curvaceous hips. “DEVIANT! You disgust me… I told them you wouldn’t be able to resist our little rubber entrapment!” She grinned in triumph. Suzette slammed her legs together in embarrassment, pressing her gloved hands over her now tender pussy. “You will be re-educated like the GUILD deviant you really are, Suzette!” the top buttons of Marielle’s pantsuit strained apart to reveal her generous cleavage. “RUBBER ENTRAPMENT NIRVANA BLUE START!” she yelled and pointed down at Suzette. Suzette tried to lift her arms to her head to pull the hood of suit off, and realized that the rubber covering her hands had fused seamlessly with the latex over her pussy. Yanking against the stretchy but irresistible pull of the latex trapping her wrists, she screamed in panic as the latex suit over her legs flowed together to bind them into one shining black sheath of rubber. The rubber of the hood over her lips abruptly pressed inward, a fat bulb of latex filling her mouth and muffling her cries of distress. Suzette slid to the floor, the suit flowing and reforming like liquid tar, until she was tightly wrapped in a single tight sheath of gleaming black latex. The figure of Marielle on the display smiled and tapped her foot in satisfaction, the blue latex of her pantsuit catching glimmers of light. “The BOOK specifies what to do with deviants like you, Suzette, and you may even enjoy life in the Guilds with the rest of your disgusting kind.” She laughed at Suzette writhing on the floor. “Your transportation should be arriving any minute now…” Suzette bit down on the rubber bulb in her mouth, and screamed again as she felt the suit begin to nuzzle fat rubber probes against her pussy lips and ass. “Oh the suit knows what do to with latex deviants like you, Suzette, as you’re realizing by now. It was programmed by a bunch of perverted Rubber Guild members who have been partially re-educated to accept the BOOK’s teachings as the true way to live.” The image of Marielle glanced to the side, as the door to Suzette’s Citizens Apartment opened, and four white coated men and women came in with brisk efficient strides. Suzette moaned as the thick probes self-lubricated their rounded tips, and pushed themselves into her cunt and asshole. As the white coated Citizens moved to stand on either side of the wriggling and mummified Suzette, she gasped and began climaxing again, the fear and rubber entrapment driving her to a fever’s pitch of stimulus. The probes stopped as they filled her to the hilt, and then began vibrating. Suzette began jerking with the waves of pleasure and fear washing through her rubber bound body, and bit down hard on the fat bulb of latex packing her mouth. The attendants looked at one another in silent agreement, and stooped to lift Suzette’s spasming latex covered form. Suzette’s wide eyes rolled in panic from the eyeholes in the hood as they quickly carry her out the door, another deviant bound for re-education in the Guilds. “Have fun Suzette! Enjoy the Guilds!” the tiny figure of Marielle waved goodbye, and disappeared as the display shut itself off. =========================================== "Gnjal"-------->>>Privacy is Essential to Liberty<<<-------- =========================================== http://people.delphi.com/gnjal QGNJL# gnjal@pacbell.net -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Visit for Stories and Illustrations of Rubber, et.al. 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