A thick fog escaped Johnathan's lips as he exhaled. A combination of condensation and cigarette smoke. He'd fallen asleep since Kevin had ventured into the mines. He wasn't sure how long had passed but he was sure the sun was down when his buddy left.
He wasn't worried. It was probably just a bunch of kids dicking about.
He threw the spent butt to the ground, the cigarette hissing out as it landed in a puddle, extinguishing itself.
Johnathan looked out toward the city. The sun was rising behind it. It was really quite beautiful... and the morning air...
Maybe he could have one more cigarette before he went in to the dank, dusty mine.
Yeah. Just one more.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a smallish ziplock bag. Inside it was another smaller ziplock bag filled with tobacco and a bunch of rolling papers and filters.
See, Johnathan had a system. He was pretty damned proud of it too. He popped open the bag and pulled out a filter, sticking it between his lips. He pulled out a sheet of paper and stuck that between his left pinky and ring finger. With his right hand, he reached into the bag of tobacco and pinched out just enough. Years of practice ensured he got just the right amount.
A slight smirk forming on the side of his mouth away from the filter, Johnathan gently laid the tobacco out on the paper, expertly pinching the ziplock bag closed as he did so. He rolled the cigarette between his fingers a few times before sticking the filter in. With a swift motion, he formed the whole assembly into a perfect cylinder, licked the gum and rolled it together... but backwards. Reaching into another pocket, Johnathan pulled out a small switch blade, sharpened to a point, and sliced off the excess paper.
Barely stopping to appreciate his work, Johnathan stuck the cigarette to his lips with his left hand, while exchanging the knife for a Zippo with the other. He kicked out and leaned back against the jeep's headlamp as he lit up.
A huge preliminary puff of smoke shot out from between his lips as the tobacco began to smolder.
Johnathan smiled.
An mental alarm rang out as he became aware of the quiet hum of a vibrating phone. He reached for it instinctively. Kevin was probably trying to reach him. Good thing he didn't waste his efforts venturing into the mines.
Johnathan's self-satisfaction quickly turned to a look of bewilderment as he realized his phone wasn't vibrating. Alarm bells rang out in his head - he was not alone.
He quickly switched his phone for a pistol and butted out his cigarette. The humming noise was getting louder and coming from behind him. He crouched low behind the Jeep. He could've sworn he heard some sort of heavy breathing. He lowered himself to a low kneel and looked under the jeep's chassis.
Across the vehicle, approaching from the direction of the mine were a pair of feet - clad in some sort of black stocking.
The feet strode toward him in a clumsy manner, stumbling every few steps. Johnathan let his guard down. It was probably some drunk chick. Either way, whatever it was definitely knew he was there, so hiding was out of the question.
He rose to a high kneel and spun around, standing as he did so. He pointed his gun out ahead of him at the contact and paused.
'What the hell?'
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Emma stumbled out of the mines. She stood still for a moment in the frigid air.
She let out a involuntary whimper as the suit's pleasuring continued, invisible from the outside.
"Ahmmmmphh" Emma whined - the very material of the suit seemed to stimulate her body - no further physical stimulation seemed to be necessary, simply being in contact with the 'latex' was a pleasurable experience. Emma exhaled sharply. She could feel the latex pressing tightly against her labia. Her mind wandered momentarily and she felt a frustrating emptiness between her legs. She could feel the suit almost respond in kind, pressing tightly against her body.
No. Emma willed herself to focus. To her surprise, she found that the suit seemed to obey her... barely. It still wrapped her tightly and teased her but she seemed to have been able to stop it from penetrating her. The suit continued to vibrate against her clit, but any victory, no matter how small, was a victory. Emma looked ahead. Just behind a mound of dirt was the back of a jeep, she could see wisps of smoke snaking through the air from behind the mound.
She took a moment to consider her situation. The vibration between her legs was frustrating, but it was also loud and audible. There was no way she was going to sneak up to this guy, and her sword wasn't much good any farther than she could reach. Emma's eyes glazed over as a strong vibration coursed through her body. She looked down at herself. Her breathing was heavy and labored, each breath pushed against the tight latex. She watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the sunlight glistening across her slim body as it moved.
Then Emma had an idea.
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Johnathan almost lowered his gun. Almost.
Before him was a lithe, young blonde. Probably barely twenty something. The kind that should get carded when they tried to buy liquor, but didn't because... damn, this girl was cute. But Johnathan wasn't focused on the girl's face, because the girl was wearing absolutely nothing - save for what seemed like a tight, black, rubber suit that covered her from neck to toe.
"M-Mister, p.. please, could you h-elp..." Her voice was shaky and the girl's body seemed to twitch with every stutter.
Johnathan felt something stir in his pants - was that humming coming from... between her legs?
"P-please, sir, my... ohhh... my b-boyfriend..." The girl tried, as she stepped toward him.
Johnathan forced himself to focus. "Ma'am, Stop. Don't come any closer or I will shoot you, ma'am." If Kevin were here, Johnathan knew he would have just shot her. But Johnathan was a professional, and by god, he was going to stick to the fucking protocol.
"mmmhhh... s-sir, p-please..." The girl ignored him, stepping forward again.
"Ma'am, I will shoot! Stay where you are."
Johnathan found himself briefly distracted by the light reflecting off the girl's flat belly. He could see the outline of her crotch when the sun hit it just right...
...Focus. The girl was getting uncomfortably close to him. Johnathan fired a warning shot at the ground between them.
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Emma's heart was racing. Was it the suit's pleasure or was it her situation?
Things were not going to plan. She was supposed to charm the man, not confuse him. She opened her mouth to plead with him again, only to have a moan escape her lips as the suit tickled her just right yet again.
"mmmhh... s-sir, p-please..."
"Ma'am, I will shoot! Stay where you are."
Emma noticed the man's eyes glaze over as he broke eye contact and looked down at her body. Emma attempted to 'accidentally' sway her hips slightly, but the suit's vibrations caused her to do so involuntarily - she lost her balance and stumbled forward towards the man.
A loud crack filled the air and a familiar smell poisoned the atmosphere. Emma let out a startled moan as the suit clenched tightly in that instant, compressing her muscles and firming up for just the briefest second. She fell over as the suit almost instantly returned to its default setting.
"Ma'am stay on the ground. Spread your arms out where I can see them."
Emma attempted to obey, twitching as she did so. What just happened?
The man approached her. Emma realized - now's her chance. She willed herself up to her feet, but the man was quicker. His weapon's aim had never left her knee. He pulled the trigger twice in quick succession.
Emma gasped loudly as the suit shrank violently yet again. It crushed her muscles firmly and her body became rock solid - the two bullets struck her knee and bounced right off. Emma could barely feel it next to the crushing tightness of the suit. The suit relaxed - it was still the tightest thing she'd ever worn but it was nothing next to what it was before. Emma felt the vibrations stir between her legs intensify - her mind clouded. Please let me cum.
She grasped a fist in both hands and two swords shot out of the hilts that materialized within her grasp. She looked up at the man in front of her, eyes wide in shock at what had just happened. With a swift swing, Emma ran both swords across his torso - the blades sharp enough to make a clean cut all the way across.
The man fell apart before her. Emma's conscience failed to kick in this time as the blades retracted - this man had tried to kill her. She could feel the suit throb as it sensed fresh blood. It writhed excitedly against her body, its vibrations becoming more rhythmic and more intense. Emma needed release. She knelt down in front of the man. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Emma reached down to the blood pooling under his body.
As soon as she made contact with the blood, the suit began to drain it. She could see a dark red coloration streaking across the latex, as if the suit had veins to channel the blood all the way across itself. Emma moaned as the suit shrank where the blood flowed.
As the suit shrank from the gloves, waves of pleasure coursed through her body, originating from wherever the blood-enriched latex touched her body. Emma moaned as the suit drank up the blood on the ground. She suddenly realized she was cold from the frigid air because the suit warmed her body as it shrank around her.
Oh mmm... Emma moaned as the suit tightened around her torso. She felt the latex cup her breasts, the thin vessels of blood flowing around her nipples, playing with them as they did so. Emma arched her back as the tightening of the suit continued down her rib cage and around her belly. She felt the suit wrap tighter around her hips...
Aaaaahhhh... the touch of the suit brought emma pleasure and when the latex pushed tightly against her clit, Emma's mind went with it. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as the suit slid between her cheeks, riding up higher and tighter against her. The tightening continued down her legs but Emma was no longer paying attention. She could feel the suit push against her lips but fail to penetrate her.
No... just let me cum! Some part of Emma's consciousness knew that if she let the suit into her, there'd be no turning back. The vibrations between her legs grew more intense.
Emma was on her knees, her hands on the ground before her, the man's blood being drawn into her suit. She arched her body forward as the suit continued to shrink around her body. She moaned as the suit continued to assault her clit but refuse to let her climax. She pulled her shoulders high and threw her body backwards, grinding the tight latex against her pussy.
UUuuUUnnNNnnNNhHhhHHHhhh... The fabric of the suit between her legs appeared to flicker as it caught the sun's light, quivering because of the vibration within. Emma rocked her hips, grinding her body against the suit. Her voice wavered in time with the suit's pulses. OoooOOHh yes... She continued to moan... almost... i'm going... I'm going to...
Emma's arms went limp as the suit soaked up the last drop of blood, leaving the man's body a dried carcass. Emma paid no heed. Her hands shot to the pussy as the suit continued its end of the bargain. She continued to rock her hips as the suit responded in kind, grinding against her in the opposite direction, sending phantom tongues across her body's erogenous zones.
Uuunnnhh... OooOOhhh fuck yes...
AaaaaAAAAAHHH!!
Emma cried out as the suit throbbed against her body. Her muscles began to spasm in a huge orgasm, twitching pleasurably in time with the suit's vibrations. Emma moaned through clenched teeth as her body quivered - the orgasm seemed to last forever as she rolled about on the ground. While before she came with just her clit and hips, Emma moaned loudly as the orgasmic spasms rocked her entire body. The suit continued to feed off of her juices. She barely registered as the suit shrank even tighter against her body, its material sucking tightly into the pores on her skin.
Emma writhed in orgasmic bliss as the suit tightened to a point where it seemed like it was sticking to her skin. The latex covering her feet stiffened, arching her foot in a way that resembled a gravity heel. Emma wiggled her toes slightly as the latex crept between them, hidden within the rubber "shoe" that coated her feet.
N-no... Emma willed as the suit pushed against her lips yet again. D-don't... Her concentration was weakened by the sheer magnitude of her orgasm but the suit seemed to accede to her will. Emma's writhing slowed as she felt her orgasm begin to subside.
She breathed deeply and purposefully, appreciating the reprieve from the suit's constant tormenting. She stood weakly, muscles weak from the experience. Her mind clear now, Emma stood tall. The suit clung to her skin tightly, but for now, it let her be.
Emma suddenly became aware of something... else. She could feel it in... she could feel it in her mind - something... someone was... thinking in her mind. Emma could feel another presence sharing her consciousness. She attempted to... reach out to it? But it didn't respond. Emma somehow knew that this was coming from the suit. She could feel it resting - she could feel the suit resting.
Emma looked down at herself. The suit had shrunk a lot more. As she moved, the suit no longer slid across her body. In fact, it felt like the latex was... sticky. It seemed to adhere to her skin slightly. She grabbed at the collar and tugged - It was like pulling sticky tape off of her skin. The suit was shrinking around her; thousands of tiny darts of latex pushed into her pores ever so slightly - it was just enough to mimic adhesiveness.
Emma swallowed nervously... was it just her or did the neckline creep higher still?
She felt the suit's consciousness begin to stir... Emma's heart sank. She had to get the damned thing off. She had to find someone to help her, before it was too late.
And then she woke up. Emma didn't know how but she seemed to know the suit was a she. Emma knew that any second now the suit's torment would resume. She needed a plan, while she could still think. She reached down and found the dead man's keys and pistol. She looked out to the city ahead of her. Argenteria. There would be doctors there. Whatever. Someone who could help... and go forbid, should she go on another murderous rampage... well, there would be people who could... subdue her.
Emma climbed into the jeep and started its engine. Then the suit awoke. No... aaaahh.... The suit was now closer to her body than ever before, and its teasing was far more intense than it was before. Emma leaned forward against the steering wheel, pushing her hips against the seat, pulling away from the stirring vibrations against her clit. Her back arched, Emma grit her teeth as her head turned upward, a moan escaping her lips. She writhed as the suit began to secrete some sort of liquid between itself and her skin.
It wasn't wet like water - it was some sort of gel... Emma could feel a thin layer form between the latex and her skin - whatever it was... it felt good. It was like liquid pleasure. Emma moaned as the liquid pooled between her lips. She could feel some of it seep between her lips - it didn't fill her physically, but she moaned as the stimulation continued against the walls of her achingly empty pussy. She was writhing in the driver's seat of the jeep. Not a single drop of the liquid escaped the suit. And yet, instead of inflating the suit, the liquid seemed to somehow allow the suit to pull even closer to her skin. It was like the liquid drew the suit tighter against her.
Emma could feel the suit... she could hear her consciousness. She couldn't make out any words, but she could feel its intent. It wanted her. Emma squealed as the suit gave her a knowing squeeze on her tit. Emma looked out over the steering wheel to the city... Surely there'd be blood there.