Janice was having fun at her charity shop job.

She’d volunteered for it as she was fed up being stuck at home all day in an empty house, now her husband had passed away two years previously.

She had quickly made friends; she was also prepared to volunteer for practically anything, as she wasn’t picky, like some of the women who were really there just to socialise and ‘look good’.

As such, she’d volunteered for bag sorting.

The bag that she had started on was kind of strange, though…

It was one complete set of women’s clothing, from coat and a woolly hat right down to knickers, bra and tights. It was like someone had undressed, shoved the lot in a bag and donated it.

Then she found the note in the coat pocket:

To anyone that finds this; please, call the police.

I have been taken against my will and am being held prisoner.

I hopefully will still have my Medicaid tracker with me; I have told them it is essential as I have life-threatening allergies, and I definitely think they want me alive.

The code is 5Z421YX; my name is Katherine Dyson.

Please, help!

Checking, as she phoned the police, she found there was a take-away delivery label still stuck to the bag…

These kidnappers, whomever they were, had been astoundingly clueless. Or so she thought…

Following both the tracker and the take-away label info, police raided a house less than an hour later.

However, as far as Katherine’s freedom was concerned, they were way too late…

To start with, the flat looked deserted. Then, in a locked back room, they found ‘something’…

The black, latex-covered shape lying curled up and shivering on the floor straightened as they broke in the door.

It looked like a woman; however, it was completely covered from head to foot in shiny black latex; its mouth, eyes and ears were covered over, and there were vents in its nostrils allowing it to breathe. There was also a quiet hissing coming from a tiny hole roughly where the centre of its mouth would be.

As they got closer, the hissing got louder, and the shivering turned into a full-on shake. The figure could obviously see a small amount; it was aware of people coming nearer but had no idea who they were.

“Miss?”, one of the officers called. “Katherine? Can you hear me?”

No reaction. All the figure did was back away from them. It was terrified.

One officer tried to reach out; the figure went into a frenzy, frantically batting the officers hand away.

The officers had no idea how to deal with it…

Eventually, one of the female officers managed to get close; she managed it by standing sideways first, so the figure could see she was a woman. The kidnapper or kidnappers must have been male…

The officer gently stroked the figure’s head, calming it down. She was able to ascertain that it was, indeed, a woman, and probably Katherine Dyson. As far as communicating with her, though, that was completely impossible. Katherine was now a partially blind deaf mute because of the suit she was sealed into. By her reactions, the suit was now part of her skin; any attempt to pull at the suit was like pulling at her. She was also behaving very strangely…

The woman who was making progress with her suddenly gasped. Katherine’s latex covered hand was doing things it definitely shouldn’t do between her legs. Katherine then kissed her with her latex covered lips…

She was really turning the policewoman on who, by chance, was gay. Her colleagues soon noticed that she was breathing heavily; she almost moaned…

Pulling herself together, she helped Katherine upright, and the group headed back outside, where Katherine was lifted into the waiting ambulance.

As soon as the paramedics tried to strap her down, however, she panicked and reached for the policewoman, stretching her hands out pleadingly…

Emma ended up going to hospital with her. God, what the poor woman must be going through!

She had to stay with her; every time she tried to leave, Katherine flew into a panic. At one stage, she had to leave the room for a minute to use the toilet; as soon as she came back, Katherine was so frightened that she sprang off the bed and wrapped herself around her, as if she was pleading with her not to leave her alone again…

It was almost as if she couldn’t see anyone else around her. Emma was giving her a ‘thumbs up’ to say when it was ok for a person to be touching her, like a doctor or a nurse.

Katherine gradually got used to what was going on; exhausted, she fell into a troubled sleep, twitching.

“It’s horrible”, one of the nurses said to Emma. “To be sealed away from everything like that…”

“Yes”, said Emma. “She does seem to have really latched on to me, though.”

“I don’t know what she’d be like without you”, said the nurse.

Emma stayed with Katherine throughout. Nurses brought her food; they also managed to give Katherine liquid food and drink through her tiny hole.

Emma eventually fell asleep in the chair…

During the night, she woke up and went to check on Katherine. She didn’t have to look far. Katherine was wrapped around her, snoring quietly through the vents in her nostrils, fast asleep. She stroked Katherine’s latex covered head, gently, amazed at how sensual it felt.

Katherine nuzzled her, then headbutted her gently under the chin. She then kissed her, still apparently asleep.

A nurse carefully put her head round the door, smiled, then went away again, chuckling. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there still seemed to be some humour in it…

This all changed the next morning.

Katherine’s mother Gail turned up. She had flown in from up north.

“Oh, my poor baby!”, she shrieked, as soon as she saw her. She went to hug her.

Katherine panicked and batted her away.

She tried again.

Katherine hit her, hard, knocking her to the floor. She then flew into Emma’s arms…

“What the hell?”, Katherine’s mother shrieked, from the floor. “What have you done to my baby?”

“She was like this when we found her”, explained Emma. “She latched onto me somehow when we rescued her. She’s like this with everyone else…”

“But I’m her mother!”, Gail wailed. “Also, why is she wearing that ridiculous outfit?”

“It’s what the kidnappers sealed her in”, Emma explained.

“Kidnappers? Nobody told me she was kidnapped!? I was just told she was in hospital.”

Emma explained everything to Gail; all the time, she was stroking Katherine, who was snuggling up to her.

“Would you mind not doing that to my daughter?”, Gail asked.

“It’s the only thing that calms her down”, Emma said. “And yes, I do care for your daughter.”

“She’d probably behave totally differently once she was out of that suit”, said Gail, semi-accusingly. However, Emma was growing on her as well…

The doctor came back onto the ward.

“We managed to get a tiny sample of that suit for analysis”, he said, not standing too close to Katherine so as not to frighten her.

“It’s partly organic; I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s actually replaced her skin; I’m afraid it’s never coming off…”

Both Emma and Gail cried hearing this. To their amazement, Katherine kissed both of them, then hugged them both, somehow realising they cared about her.

The doctor offered to attempt to open Katherine’s mouth; he also felt he could uncover her eyes and ears, as there were areas that were just stretched over her skin and not touching it. Gail gave her permission for the operation to go ahead.

Emma had to suit up and go into theatre with her; she wouldn’t go through the door without her.

Emma cried as Katherine shrieked as she went under the knife…

After, Katherine was able to see and hear, she just about managed to speak too, but with a weird lisp.

The doctor explained that the operation would have to be repeated occasionally; as the suit was organic, it would keep trying to grow back to cover the ‘holes’. The mouth was especially a problem; Katherine would have to sleep with a ring in her mouth to stop it sealing shut during the night.

“Damn…”

Soon, it came time for Katherine to leave the hospital and go home, and her mother had got everything ready.

“Not going with you”, Katherine lisped. “Need Emma.”

“What do you mean? Why?”

“You know why. You did this to me…”

Katherine had been kidnapped because her mother was obscenely rich. She owned most of the county they lived in. However, she refused to pay the ransom, claiming “she’s only my adopted daughter, she’s not worth that much.”

As punishment, they had sealed Katherine in the suit…

Gail tried to drag her out of the door. Katherine belted her again…

“I’m over age, mum! I can choose where I go, and what I do. So, fuck off!”

At the same time, Emma walked through the door, to see how Katherine was doing. She heard everything…

“My superiors would very much like a chat with you, Gail”, she said. “Withholding information critical to an investigation is an offense.”

“My spare room is yours for as long as you need it, Katherine”, Emma said.

“Aww… I was hoping you had a single bedroom flat”, Katherine said, sheepishly…

Katherine stayed at Emma’s place for quite some time. Despite the doctors predictions, the suit actually didn’t grow back, so Katherine didn’t have to go through the operations again.

They never managed to remove the suit, however; Katherine just treated it as her top layer of skin; Emma loved winding her up by saying she was going around starkers when she was just wearing the suit.

They never found the kidnappers, or who had made the suit. Katherine didn’t care; she could live a fairly normal life, now; the only really obvious difference was it looked like she was wearing a black balaclava every time she went out. However, she didn’t care. She’d got what she always wanted. Emma…