Sealed in
One of them was leading the slave in the direction of the showers, while the other one grabbed me, “Hey, we’ve got something for you!” Uh-oh. What did they have in store for me? The slave had been in the 1.2mm thick MD-Latex suit for the whole day – the one that looked like a hazmat suit, with socks and gloves attached. And because that suit had water tight zippers and an attached gas mask, everything – sweat, and who knows what else – had stayed in the suit.
They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower.
“OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position to complain – so I gingerly put my first foot into the suit. The inside was well lubricated already by the other guy’s sweat, and as my foot slid into the socks, I hit a pool of liquid that had accumulated. I put the other leg in, and they slid the whole suit up my body. My arms went into the sleeves with attached gloves, and they put the attached gas mask on my head.
When they were satisfied with the fit, they slowly drew the water tight zips closed. Once these were closed, nothing from the inside would get out, and I would just be trapped in with the other guy’s juices, and whatever I added to them. They added padlocks to the zipper to make sure that no one could open them.
I drew some of the air out of the suit through the gas mask to make it fit more tightly, and the stench of it all hit me immediately. This was what I was going to be trapped in?
“OK, have fun!” They gave me a pat on the back and sent me off, trapped in my rubber prison with someone else’s sweat and piss. “We might let you out sometime tomorrow. If you’re lucky.”
They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower.
“OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position to complain – so I gingerly put my first foot into the suit. The inside was well lubricated already by the other guy’s sweat, and as my foot slid into the socks, I hit a pool of liquid that had accumulated. I put the other leg in, and they slid the whole suit up my body. My arms went into the sleeves with attached gloves, and they put the attached gas mask on my head.
When they were satisfied with the fit, they slowly drew the water tight zips closed. Once these were closed, nothing from the inside would get out, and I would just be trapped in with the other guy’s juices, and whatever I added to them. They added padlocks to the zipper to make sure that no one could open them.
I drew some of the air out of the suit through the gas mask to make it fit more tightly, and the stench of it all hit me immediately. This was what I was going to be trapped in?
“OK, have fun!” They gave me a pat on the back and sent me off, trapped in my rubber prison with someone else’s sweat and piss. “We might let you out sometime tomorrow. If you’re lucky.”
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