Investigate other victims (lz)

I stepped off the bed and immediately stumbled back on to it. My feet... didn't work as I'd expected. Something was stuck...

I gingerly laid my foot on the ground. More accurately, the ball of my foot. The suit's sock seemed... rigid. My feet were locked in position, the suit supporting it in some sort of heel.

...then I remembered my choice of footwear.

And as if that wasn't enough, off to the side, placed next to my neatly folded clothes, were my boots, in all their heeled, mocking glory.

I stood; it wasn't difficult to balance once you knew it was there. It was like walking... no... it was like slinking around on tiptoes... and something about that felt sexy... but maybe that was just the suit talking.

I made my way to the door and stepped out.

There seemed to be only two rooms - the other was immediately across the hall from mine, and its door was closed. To the left, a window with its curtain's drawn blocked out the rising sun. The right end of the hall spilled out into a large open workshop. The walls were lined with mattresses, curtains crudely drawn across to give each bed some modicum of privacy.

I stepped out into the room, wondering what I'd done to deserve my own bedroom... or perhaps it was only a temporary thing?

Mel was hunched over an electron microscope, dripping various liquids from a syringe into the petri-dish she was observing. While her presence dominated the center of the room, her equipment and mess was strewn all across it - papers with angry scribbles lay crumpled between desks... one cluttered with flasks, another cluttered with various cutting implements... yet another cluttered with syringes and needles. Despite the mess, they all had one thing in common - latex. Each desk had a few articles of latex clothing, presumably the same type I'd managed to stumble into.

The mess was one thing - something incredibly minor next to the most pressing thing about this room: The moans.

I couldn't shut it out - it was all I could hear. It was like somebody simultaneously played fifty different pornos on a computer hooked up into the most comprehensive surround sound system you couldn't even imagine. Pants, groans, even yelps and squeaks...

The more it went on, the more I felt my attention returning to the throbbing between my legs... The more I realized... these women had done this to themselves... just like I had.... trapped in ecstasy... forever... all their own doing...

No!

I shook my head, forcing my hand away from my crotch.

But I couldn't get my mind off it... I grabbed at the latex around my neck, tugging at it my collar. It was my singular respite from the crushing tightness of the latex - the only thing that allowed my body access to the outside world. It was my only way out.

...what if it was gone?

Would I still be human? Would I still exist? There would be no escape from the tight rubber - no sense of normalcy.

Nothing but pleasure...

...

...snap out of it.

Well... I could just peek, right?

I glanced at Mel and doubted she'd be interested in directing me on my little quest.

I guess I'll just explore on my own.

I chose a curtain completely at random and opened it a tiny crack. I was greeted by **** panting - a blonde in black from the neck down. Her eyes were white, rolled back in their sockets; her breasts bounced as her body recoiled rhythmically. Her legs were apart, and I stared transfixed at the girl's latex-ined pussy. I watched as the latex stretched open, almost instantly hollowing her out from the inside. Less than a second later, it collapsed, her pussy clamping tightly around the latex sheath inside her. This repeated uncomfortably quickly... I could only imagine...

I stepped away. I made to cross the room, to the other side, but the sound of a strong vibration caught my attention.

I pulled apart the curtains that hid the noise and found a girl completely silent. She was covered from neck to toe in black latex, writhing around noiselessly on the ground, her hands grabbing uselessly at the tight latex between her legs. There was something strange about it - my eyes seemed to refuse to come into focus on the girl's crotch - it just seemed ... fuzzy.

Then I realized - I could see the suit's vibrations. It made a high-pitched whine, as it oscillated between the girl's legs. I'd never seen anything so intense. I couldn't even imagine...

"What are you doing?"

I jumped. Mel was behind me.