You need to get out of this!

Kasumi's arms were plastered to her sides under thick black latex. But she continued to struggle regardless. It quickly became obvious that it wasn't getting her anywhere though, and her mind panicked for a minute.

'I need to get out of here somehow and get help.' She thought, and fought through orgasmic simulation and exhaustion to somehow get to get feet.

She made it to her apartment door as quickly as she could before looking down at the round door job, realizing there was no way she was opening it, or was there?

It was a struggle, with her back against a nearby wall to support her as she lifted a foot up to the knob. She lost grip on it a couple times before it finally started turning. It barely reached the point to release and opened a tiny crack before another orgasm hit her and she fell to the ground once more and she fell to her knees, but she had done it!

She struggled against her spasming muscles, squirting her juices out of every lower orifice as she readied herself to get back up.

But she couldn't get her legs out from under her. In fact, it was like she couldn't move them at all. She glanced down to see her legs were still completely bent at the knee, calves to her thighs, feet at her ass. But now they were wrapped in one continuous case of latex.

Kasumi finally did the only thing she could do left and began screaming for help. The door was already opened a crack and her only chance was hoping someone could hear her. It only took a moment before she felt her voice come to a **** halt, as the rubber stiffened her throat. She lay there, trying to cry out as her rubber wrapped mouth and throat were now forcefully held agape.

Tears finally welled up and began falling from her eyes. She began noticing that get arms and legs became weaker in their struggles, as she squirmed. She couldn't really even feel them, now that she thought of it. The only other feeling besides the overpowering pulse of pleasure was the slow creeping of latex up and around her head. She was overcome with one last orgasm before everything went dark, and shortly after she passed out.

...

The young man let out a sigh as he pushed open the apartment door, to see Kasumi laying there, encased completely in rubber.

"I know the failure rate on this stuff is extremely low, but it's always a little unnerving recovering people when issues happen."

Another, older voice spoke up.

"You get used to it." The older voice said, a little rasp in his voice. "You should've been here during the initial rollout. That was scary. We had even more incidents because the crew didn't know how to handle the victims yet."

She was in a haze, but she heard the voices.

The wrapped woman squirmed on the ground as her body helplessly orgasmed once more.

"I still find it crazy the company gets away with testing nanotechnology like this." Came the younger voice.

"Shut it, Jack! You know she can still hear us."

"I know, but it's been three days already since we lost contact. I doubt she even remembers her own name at this point."

The older man let out a sigh. "Yeah... Could've gotten her sooner if not for all the damned lockdowns."

There was a moment of quiet where she thought on the younger man's words. Jack the other said his name was. She was... who? Her mind had been racked with tormenting pleasure for several days on end. They said only 3, but with the sensory deprivation she was going through it definitely felt longer.

"Anyway," came the older voice again, "let's get her in the container. Hopefully they can do something back at the

They moved her body and she once again fell back into blissful orgasm from every overly sensitive inch of her body. Within moments she had forgotten what had even happened, like some fever dream. No one would have found her. That was just the last throws of hope in her breaking mind. She sunk back into pleasure silently moaning through her molded open mouth.