Notification 

The letter read, "Congratulations! You have won the Grand Prize in our 'Living Art Tour Extravaganza' giveaway. You and a friend will be our guests and the fabulous Rancho Tiara Amber. Enjoy seven days and six nights at our exclusive five-star resort hotel. Dine poolside or in our dining room overlooking beautiful Lake Destiny selecting from our gourmet menu prepared by our superb chefs. Relax in our refreshing natural spring mineral baths. Enjoy a round of golf on one of our two championship golf courses. Our personal trainers can assist you and develop your own personal fitness program to start while with us and continue for life. Or you can just relax and enjoy the sun and our great nightly shows! Our staff is ready to make your stay pleasant, enjoyable and unforgettable! 

"This all expenses paid vacation includes airfare from your home to our home. Your every need has been thoughtfully provided. And of course, you will be one of the first to view the world-renowned Living Art Tour. See art as it has never been presented before. Develop an understanding of art as you see these exciting pieces destined to be collector items! 

"To reserve your place at our home, call 1-800-782-2379 today." 

"Honey, did you enter some sort of contest?" I asked Sarah. 

"No, Dear. Why?" 

"Well, we got this notice in the mail. It says we won the Grand Prize and gives a phone number to call and claim it. I'm looking for any fine print or required time share pitch, but I don't see a thing." 

"How about the phone number. Is it toll-free? 

"Yes but you know how they can redirect calls these days. For all I know, we might end up being billed a couple hundred dollars for the call." 

"Did the letter come with any other brochures or something? Was it mailed bulk?" 

"No. In fact I had to sign for it. It came by some sort of courier service, not even the post office." 

"I guess it's on the up and up if they brought it out that way. Call them up." 

"Yeah, I suppose. The guy who delivered it was awfully quiet, though. In fact he didn't say a word just handed me the tablet and pointed to the signature block. Then he gave me the letter. He was wearing a long leather trench coat and had a really expressionless face too. In fact he looked more like a Gestapo guy in a bad WWII movie than a delivery guy." 

"Honey, stop talking about it. Maybe they hire mutes for the work. I suppose it's not that bad an idea as long as they can get the message across. Either you call or you don't. You find out what it's all about or forget it. Just quit guessing over what it all means." 

"You're right, Hun. I'll make the call." 

"Let's see...1-800-782-2379...It's ringing." 

"Hello? Is this Rancho Tiara Amber?"
"Ah, RTA, Limited. I received your Grand Prize announcement today. Yes, the fellow in the trench coat. Yes...uh, huh...William Gilbertson. Just a minute, I'll get the letter. Yes the number is 52839-3625673-737626368. Really. Tomorrow? Sure I can notify my work and Sarah and I can be ready by 8:00 in the morning. Sarah is my wife. The letter does say 'You and a companion'." 

"Uh, huh...yes. Right. Okay, we'll be ready. Good night." 

"Wow, we really did win! A car will be here tomorrow to take us to the airport. The tickets are already reserved in our name. First Class flight from here to Vancouver. I'll notify work in the morning. I have a week vacation coming anyway." 

The First Day

"Car's here, honey. I've got the bags," I said. Car was an understatement as I looked at the stretch limousine. I opened the door and saw a fellow in a severe chauffeur's uniform. It was black, double breasted with a high collar. He wore a matching hat and archaic driving gauntlets from a by-gone era. His face was expressionless and he reached for my bags and stood aside, motioning me to the waiting car. 

"Don't I know you?" I asked. 

He just waved his hand to the car again. He stood and waited, looking into the house until Sarah came along. He pulled the door shut and waited for Sarah to secure the lock. He trotted to the car and put the bags into the trunk. Then he opened the back door for us. 

The fellow looked uncannily familiar but I couldn't place him. His silence made me think of the courier the day before. He did look like him! He had that same indifferent stare and, of course, the silence. 

"Hmmmmm," I started to say. 

"Did you say something, Dear?" asked Sarah. 

"Nothing. Just thinking to myself." 

The drive was silent and swift as we threaded our way toward Bluegrass Field. The driver knew the way as he caught Tates Creek Road to New Circle Road. We looped around the south side of town past the suburbs that were encroaching into horse country. We passed the Nicholasville Road and Harrodsburg Road exits before swinging west onto Versailles Road. Calumet Farms with the white board fence and white buildings in red trim passed on the right and soon I saw the airport to the left with Keeneland on the right. We turned into the airport and were soon at the terminal. The driver didn't stop at the terminal though. He drove through an open service gate and stopped near a parked 767. The plane was white with red piping along the fuselage. The tail had the letters "RTA" in red. 

He got out and opened the door. He waved us to the waiting stairs. He then got our bags out. He made quite a sight in the sun. His heavy black uniform and gauntlets carrying two suitcases and a set of golf clubs. He dropped the things at the foot of the baggage ramp and stood quietly while we climbed the step. He gave us a little salute by touching his gloved hand to the bill of his hat as I looked back from the top of the steps. 

A flight attendant seated Sarah and me and went about the pre-flight business. She offered us drinks and pillows. Like the driver, her uniform was severe. She wore a short enough skirt but her long sleeve billowy blouse had tight cuffs and a high collar. White cotton gloves covered her hands. The sleeves were tucked into the cuffs of the gloves. She had that same blank expression on her face as the chauffeur and she hadn't said a word yet. I was getting a bit unnerved by the silence from our attendants since this trip began. 

I noticed that the white stocking on her legs were smooth and sleek. They looked like some sort of lycra or maybe rubber? She wore nylons over the white material so I couldn't be sure what the white was, but the double layer sheathing her shapely legs was certainly different. 

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Welcome aboard Regal Trek Airways charter service, non-stop to Vancouver, B. C., Canada," said the Public Address system. 

I looked around and saw five other couples seated in the cabin. The PA continued, "Our scheduled flight time is five hours ten minutes. We will be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet. The flight should be calm and we anticipate an on-time arrival so sit back relax and enjoy the renowned service of RTA." 

Well, gosh. I'd never heard of RTA and the service is renowned? But then the attendants were more beautiful than any flight attendants I'd seen in a while and the clothes fit quite nicely, even those double layered stockings. 

The flight progressed and the service was efficient, though silent. Were all these people mutes? The meal service was outstanding. It was the best prime rib I had ever tasted. The salad was crisped just right and the desert tray outstanding. Wine and liquors were offered with the meal. I chose a nice merlot with the meal and wasn't disappointed by the flavor. I saw it was a Washington State wine and was impressed. I was feeling quite mellow and began to chat with our neighbors. We were all prize winners. I figured as much. Two couples were First Prize winners, a three day holiday at the resort and the other three were Second Prize winners, a weekend at the resort. We all had the same mysterious delivery and pick up. I found out the others were from points further east, New York, Pennsylvania, Virginia, and Maryland. 

The flight ended on time and we were all escorted off the plane. Two vans waited for us and we were soon passing out of the lowlands around the Vancouver airport and heading toward the mountains that shouldered dramatically to the east. The suburbs quickly gave way to farms and finally rolling timberland. The van turned left off the main highway and continued down a long single lane track to a gate. The gate swung open as we approached and I saw a large log lodge nestled in a clearing. I could just see a golf course between the trees. There were tennis courts on one side and an inviting swimming pool that seemed to wrap around the corner of the main building. The lawn was impeccably maintained and the trees provided cool shade from the summer sun. 

The van pulled under the front awning and we got out. A liveried doorman with white gloves and high collar coat let us in. Bellhops jumped for the luggage in the back of the vans. I went for a tip to the doorman and he gravely nodded no and held his hand out palm down. 

The front desk was oak and the walls were rustic wood paneling. Massive open beams held the lofted roof. The place was spectacular. Bronze guilt letters behind the desk proclaimed, "Rancho Tiara Amber, an RTA Property." 

"Welcome to Rancho Tiara," the desk clerk said. 

Finally, someone who talks! "Hi. We are the Gilbertson's. I'm Bill and this is my wife Sarah." 

"Oh, our Grand Prize winners! A very warm welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay and we will do everything to make your fondest dreams come true. Just ring anytime for one of the staff if you need anything. Your suite is on the back of the lodge overlooking the eighteenth fairway." 

"Well, one of my dreams won't happen," I said. 

"Oh?" 

"Yes to shoot a sub-par round of golf. I'll be lucky to break 90 anymore." 

"Oh, we shall see about that, sir. Our golf pro has been known to work wonders on our guests." 

I chuckled, "It would be a divine intervention in my case, I think." 

"Anyway, your things are already in your room. Here's your keys and have a great stay." 

We headed for the elevators and were quickly in our room. The rooms were huge. We were being treated like royalty. A fruit basket and chilled bottle of champagne sat prominently in the room. 

"Shall we?" I queried Sarah nodding toward the wine. 

"Thank you kind sir," she replied. 

I popped the cork and poured the wine. "Here's to us and our good fortune to win this contest." I tipped the glass to me lips and drank deeply. 

Where Is Reality?

I planned to hit the links for the sixth straight day. Sarah decided to skip her usual trip into town and went for the mineral baths. I was refreshed and full of life. Our vacation had been absolutely perfect to this point. My golf game was improving and I had shot an 81 the previous day. The pro said he had a couple more tips for me and that I stood a good chance of breaking 80 today. I was ecstatic over that prospect, though the elusive sub par round still seemed beyond my reach. 

And the nights! Spectacular shows and food and Sarah so hot when we went to bed that she literally devoured me. Sarah was so sensual. There was the second night when she showed me the naughty rubber panties she got. I was amused at the prospect of her wearing the things until she produced a matching pair of latex briefs for me. Her panties had a rubber-lined slit that covered the outer part of her flower with the stuff. My brief has an attached sheath to hold my cock and a pouch for my jewels. I humored her and we were soon engrossed in rubberized sex with the aid of the KY included with the rubber pieces. As Sarah pumped up and down on me she began to rake her hands over my back and I felt her fingers massaging my skin with a friction that exceeded normal touch. I pulled a hand to my face to see what the material on the fingers was. 

"Gloves? Where did you get these?" I asked as I studied the shiny red latex that tightly sheathed her lower arm and hands. 

"Just another little item I got today," she replied. "Do you like how they feel on your back?" 

"Well, sure." 

"Good. Here's a pair for you." She handed me a pair of shiny black latex gloves. "Put them on right now, Honey." 

I pulled the tight latex over my arms and felt it gripping my skin. 

"Well, rub my back, Dear. Don't just look at the things." 

So the evening progressed as we explored our first tentative step in kinky sex, though I didn't see the small bits of latex as any more kinky than silky lingerie... 

I went to breakfast and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. The club pro told me to plan on some special guests in our foursome today. I was wondering who might be playing with us and worried that if they were too famous, my anxiety would affect my game...

 The third night she wore a thin latex gown to bed over her panties. I was now really wondering about this new side of her. I reached for her shapely body and she said, "Gloves and brief." 

I pulled the things out from the nightstand drawer and pulled them on. This time as I pushed myself into her lined pussy, I found the latex friction to line the entire insides. 

The gloves I had on seemed a bit longer too. And as Sarah reversed herself on me, she laid on top of my legs. The latex of her gown covered them but again I began to feel something tightening its grip on my feet, ankles and legs. I broke rhythm and strained to see what was going on. Sarah slapped my side and renewed her pumping against my shaft. I soon was washed away in the moment and the tight warmth on my legs only added to the building pleasure I felt as she rode me to hot orgasm. 

She pushed a foot toward my mouth and I saw it was in a latex stocking. She pushed the red rubberized toe against my teeth and I was soon compelled to suck the latex-clad toes. My arousal returned and she shuddered several times is orgasm as I surged toward my second cum of the night. As we fell apart, exhausted, I saw my legs sheathed to the top of the thighs in shiny black latex... 

As my mind wandered back over the carnal pleasures of the nights, I felt an uncomfortable tightness behind my golf trousers. All I needed to add to my anxiety was a spontaneous hard-on, I thought... 

The fourth night Sarah added a halter bra under her nighty and she handed me a wrestling suit with an open crotch. Again she demanded the brief in place, the gloves and the stockings with the suit on last. The suit legs overlapped the tops of the stockings, holding them in place and sheathing me completely in latex from the toes to the straps of the wrestler suit. Only my head, shoulder and the very top of my arms remained exposed as the rest of me was sheathed in tight shiny black rubber. 

As I pulled Sarah to me, the panties she wore seemed longer too. They seemed to reach well up her waist and overlapped the lower seam of the halter-top she wore. The legs were long enough for her to tuck the tops of her stocking in as well. She presented a completely rubberized body from the top of shapely breasts down and like me only her shoulders, head and armpits remained exposed. Our lovemaking was hot, squeaky and intense as we grappled inside our slippery latex togs and tried all different ways to feel, suck, and taste our rubberized bodies. At the end of a long session of rubber sex, I fell from Sarah and slept inside the tight material. I loved the continued presence and sensual touch it provided... 

Off to the tee to discover the surprise members of the foursome and to test the course one more time. Jim, the pro, ran up as I approached. "Bill, I want you to meet Dr. L. and this is ...," 

"Hale Irwin," I finished. "Wow, I'm going to play with a real pro. Sorry Jim." 

Jim just grinned, "Happens more times than I care to admit, Bill. Dr. L. owns RTA, Limited. He likes to go by his initial. He pops in for a little golf game between business demands. I usually rustle up a touring pro and pick one of the guests to round out the foursome. Dr. L. likes to hear first hand from guests of what you think of our little resort." 

I shook hands all around and introductions completed. Dr. L. asked about our room and how we were enjoying the vacation. I told him things were great, perfect in fact. Hale stood by quietly. Dr. L. asked if I had any surprises worth relating. I said no. My palms were damp. 

"Let's get started," Jim said. 

I won the honors and reluctantly teed up. I stroked the ball out about 230 yards on the left center of the fairway. 

"Great drive, Bill," exclaimed Dr. L.... 

The fifth night I couldn't wait for what Sarah would surprise me with. I actually pulled all the rubber stuff on while she was in the shower and waited on the bed. She came out of the bathroom. Her nightgown was gone but now she wore a totally enclosing rubber suit in its place! There was no skin anywhere, including her head that was encased in a tight rubber helmet. I saw her eyes gleaming from behind the mask. She handed me a helmet as well. While she was completely shiny red, my helmet was black to match my clothes. I pulled the thing to my face and she pulled the zipper down its back to clamp it tight to the skin. This helmet also lacked eyeholes so I was effectively blinded when it was on. She rolled me on my stomach. 

Sarah began to rub herself against me and move around me with an animal grace I could feel but not see. As she rubbed against my body, I felt her rubber skin massaging my own rubber-clad body. The rubber rustled and squeaked as we stroked and cuddled each other. 

Sarah was at my feet now, licking the shod toes and working on them with her fingers. My cock sprung to attention pressing the bed sheets, as I grew hot from her efforts. Now I felt a new tightness at the feet and she was massaging and caressing my calves then thighs. She pulled my arms bringing me up on my knees. I felt her rubbing and working on my hips and crotch area and the member, now free from the bed stood out gloriously. It strained within the sheath and she took it to her mouth. She tongued and suckled me until I was at the point of release, then as suddenly I felt a rude pain shock my rear as a hard intruder penetrated my ass. 

"What the hell?" I mumbled in the mask. 

She ignored me and my cock was suddenly pinned behind another restrictive covering. Now she didn't hide what was going as she fed arms into sleeves and pulled the new layer of rubber against my chest. I felt the zipper close to up the back and the tight press of another latex layers. The throbbing cock behind the rubber shield ached for relief as the probing intruder in my backside tickled my deepest desire. 

But she wasn't finished as a new face covering pressed against me and she pushed flaccid latex into my mouth. Where was she getting all these rubber toys? How did she know what to do with them? The limp rubber came to life as she pumped it full, filling my mouth in rubber and pressing the tongue to the floor of the mouth. I could only mmmppphhh into the gag as she cuffed my wrists and legs together. I heard the snap of a lock above me ears. 

"All locked and packaged in rubber and ready for fun," she said with a wicked laugh. 

She rolled me on my back, unzipped the crotch of the new suit and I sprang forth in full glory. She slowly dropped her hot rubber encased pussy onto me and I felt the warmth envelope me in heaven. She began to slowly ride my rock-hard cock. Her vaginal muscles pulsed rhythmically as she used me for her pleasure. 

Inside me, I was in turmoil. The butt plug was erotically massaging as she rocked back and forth. It sent pulsing spasms throughout my entire lower body distracting me just enough to delay my fulfilling release. This, of course, was bliss for Sarah who now was shaking in her third orgasm and panting heavily inside her hood. She dismounted me exhausted and wrapped her hand around the throbbing shaft. The vice grip of the rubber sheathed hand on me and the slow stroke of the encircling fingers sent waves of pleasure to my brain. The shaft in my butt pushed slowly against me as my rectal muscles squeezed its unyielding shape and I climbed toward the summit of explosive release. The hand held me in its grip. Her other hand found my ass crack and began pulling on the attached wand. Now waves shot through me as she stroked and pulled simultaneously taking me beyond the inevitable. My whole body was wracked with the intense pulses as muscles contracted and I exploded gloriously into the latex sheath. She was suddenly sucking on the sheath. She bit the tip and sucked the nectar from it. I couldn't help but being immediately aroused by this sudden move and I quickly came again as she sucked me dry. I felt her roll something over the broken sheath and close the zipper of the suit. 

"There we are, my rubbery pet. I just cemented a nice new sheath over the broken one so your little buddy can't get into any unplanned mischief. You're all sealed up and ready for another time, later..." 

I was shooting the best round of golf of my life. Despite the exhausting night and the carnal desires that were sated three different times before daybreak I was on my game and in the zone! I shot a 37 on the front nine and started off the back with back-to-back birdies. The rolling fairways and tight greens seemed no match for my shots. 

"You're really in the groove today, Bill," Jim said. 

"You sure you aren't a pro in disguise?" asked Irwin as we walked off the twelfth tee. "I'd think you were hustling me if we were playing for money." 

"Have you discovered anything new and interesting since you've been here, Bill?" asked Dr. L. 

"Uh, well yes I have found a new esoteric passion that is beyond explanation," I replied. 

"Try me." 

"I best not say anything here, Dr. L. By the way, what type of doctor are you?" 

"You deflect the question like a politician!" Dr. L laughed. "I will answer you but then you must answer my question. I'm a research psychologist. I specialize in human sexual behavior. I'm the 'Love Doctor' or you can call me Dr. L." He laughed again at his own joke. 

I chuckled politely. "Well, I think I should have a talk with you after the golf. My wife has found some rather interesting stores on her daily excursions into town and this vacation seems to have aroused her most eccentric behaviors and I've found I love it," I confided as we were away from the other two. 

"Is it illegal?" 

"I don't think so." 

"Then if you love it, do it and enjoy it," I always tell my patients. 

"OK. I'll fill you in later." 

"No need, Bill. If you're sure the activity isn't illegal, you should accept it and enjoy." 

I bogeyed the next hole, thirteen, and then strung together four pars, sinking a long saving putt on seventeen. We approached eighteen and I was even par for the round. The short par five hole seemed made for my shot and I busted a monster drive when my turn came. 

I was about 200 yards out and the ball was sitting up nicely as I pulled a five wood from the bag. 

"Watch the front bunkers and that tree on the right might catch your ball if you aren't careful," advised Jim. 

I struck the ball and watched it sail into the sky. There was a slight fade that I counted on as it curled around the left side of the tree protecting the green and plopped on the green, three feet from the pin. 

"Great shot!" exclaimed Dr. L. 

I fingered my putter as we approached the green. 

I was three feet from an eagle. That would bring me to two under par and I would have my first ever sub-par round of golf. I shook as I stood over the putt. Make it easy and true, Bill. You've got birdie for sure. Don't blow it. It's only three feet, almost a gimmie.

 I stroked the putt and it dropped in the center of the cup. I let out a whoop! The three players all pounded my shoulders and shook my hand. 

"Great round, Bill. I'd say you're buying the first round, except it's all on my tab regardless," Dr. L. said thumping my back. 

"Good game," Irwin said. "It was a real pleasure playing with you today." 

"Join us for a round at the nineteenth hole, Hale," I said. 

"No, I can't. I have a flight to catch but I'll sign your card as witness." 

"That's great." I handed the card to Irwin and he dashed off his signature in the witness block. 

We shook hands and Dr. L. led me into the bar. Jim went off to the pro shop since he was on company time and couldn't enjoy a quick one. 

As we sat at the table sucking down the cold beer, I brought up the subject of the latex clothing my wife had introduced in our nightly activities. Dr. L. nodded amiably and looked very earnestly into my eyes. I explained how it started out so gradually but the last night was so inflaming I was shocked at the intensity and the completeness of our awakening lust for the stretchy stuff. 

He said that our reaction to latex wasn't unusual. In fact he had seen many people who liked latex quite passionately and these people were almost always quite ordinary in every other way. 

"Oh, I was wondering. What is this Living Art Tour that we are supposed to see as part of our prize?" 

The Reckoning 

"I think they've played out the fantasy long enough. Let's bring them to reality," said Dr. Leytecks as he watched the display. 

Sarah was luxuriating in the spa while Bill was in the bar with well, Dr. Leytecks. 

The program ceased. 

Suddenly everything went black for Bill. He felt a pressing against his body, an even and continuous presence not unlike the latex suit that his wife introduced him to the previous night. But what happened to the clubhouse, the bar, Dr. L.? Why were his arms and legs pinned and the probe pushed deep into his butt, announcing its seductive presence. 

The spa was gone and she was in a tight stretchy place like the suit she found in town, only more restricting. She couldn't move her arms or legs and she felt fullness inside her pussy and her ass. 

"Hello, my friends." 

Bill heard a voice in his head. 

"It's time to pay for your little trip to our resort. I am Dr. Leytecks and I own RTA Limited, the Rubber Tree Annex and affiliated ventures. I'll explain what has been done to you now and what is expected of you." 

Bill tried to say something but found his voice muffled by the gag and restricted by the tube that extended down his throat. For Sarah, the sudden change was shocking but her bondage, obviously in rubber, had a certain appeal that she now appreciated. 

"The first night you were with us you drank the champagne. The drugged drink put you into a deep sleep that allowed us to prepare you for your stay with us. We first stripped you of your clothes and put you through a laser hair removal process. All of your body hair is gone and will not grow back for quite a long time. No worry though since your bodies will remain in latex for quite some time as well. 

"Next we prepared you for long-term latex enclosure. Nasal tubes were inserted into your nostrils. Little inflatable bulbs seal the tubes inside the nose. Then we purged your insides of all excrement and waste. The tricky part is inserting the two internal tubes and bags to fill your intestinal track. We pushed the stomach tube and attached bag inside and pumped it full. I'm sure you notice no feeling of hunger. There will never be any as long as the bag is full. We filled the bag with a solution that is liquid as it flows and solidifies into the shape of the cavity. We pushed very flexible tubing into your rectal region and sealed pumped in the fluid. The end of the lower tubing is laser sealed to the stomach sack. Your entire digestive track is lined in rubber and full of this inert material. You will never have to excrete again. We feed you intravenously and you get plenty of nourishment and water to live while producing no waste except urine. 

"We plumbed you to handle your urinary needs, a simple sheath with tubing for Bill and a catheter for Sarah. "Then the virtual reality suits were put on. These are wonderful creations made of double thick latex. Sensors are imbedded in every inch of the skin and provide the necessary tactile input for your fantasy to play out. They are necessarily very tight to assure positive contact with every part of your body. Bill's suit has a stimulating system to for the cock and balls and Sarah's has a nice pussy probe for hers needs. 

"The helmet has a very sophisticated display system that plays out the whole scene for your eyes. The earphones are imbedded in soundproof latex sheaths that push into the ear opening. As for smell, we add the proper scents to the breathing system and for taste; well a little tube secretes just enough essence for your tongue to savor. 

"Now you might wonder why we went to all this trouble? You are going to be a permanent art display at my Institute and I wanted you to enjoy a few last fantasies and become accustomed to your new life style before putting you on display. The round of golf was real for you Bill. The course you were on really is the course here at the resort. Sarah's explorations of our little fetish store were very real and necessary to introduce you then lead you safely into a life of latex imprisonment.

"It won't be that bad. All your needs cared for. No worries or troubles. Only living to enjoy your next explosive orgasm and clutch the pulsating instruments of your desire. I'm afraid we have to remove you from the VR system. But no fear, new suits better suited for your role await you." 

The communications link went dead but the two were soon lifted from the VR bags and the suit stripped from their bodies. Attendants dressed in latex suits and muted with gags held them in place. Their own hoods remained in place after the VR hood was removed so they couldn't speak, though they could see the preparations. The feeding tubing was taped for safety and to protect it during the suiting process. 

A very tight suit incorporating a corset was pulled onto Sarah. She writhed under restraining arms as the suit squeezed her body to its severe shape. The pussy sheath slid into her wet pussy and her muscles greedily sucked it inside hoping for something more substantive to grip. Her breathing tubes and waste tube projected from the suit. The attendants applied latex tape to the rear to cover the zipper with a smooth finish and the tubes were cemented to the suit. Her waste line passed along the back of one leg to the heel of her suit and to the outside through a small hole. The tube was cemented to the suit to assure a leak tight seal. 

Her breasts swelled provocatively over the built in corset bust. The severe curves presented an exquisite vision of sexual desire. Her fingers were flawlessly sheathed in shiny black latex, dainty and desirable. The gloves had little slashes in the ends of the fingers for the fingernails to pass through. These were coated with a layer of red liquid latex, nail polish that seals. She saw her reflection in the mirror and wanted someone to fill her hot pussy full. 

Sarah was locked into a St. Andrews Cross for safekeeping. 

Then Bill's turn came as Sarah watched. His suit was much the same as hers. His suit had a large dildo built into the front of it. Sarah's eyes grew wide with desire as she thought that thing would be inside her. The thing had two layers of latex with vibrating rings between. The inner lining of the shaft was tight over Bill's cock and when active it would pleasure wearer and receiver alike. The urinary tubing actually passed back along an inner conduit between the rings and the outer latex. It actually fit into the artificial vein along the shaped phallus. The tube then passed out of the base of the cock and between the balls and down the leg of the suit to the heel, as was the case with Sarah. The tube was cemented to the suit. The wiring for the stimulation device was fed along the crotch crack and down the outside of the leg. Latex tape was applied over it to conceal it as best as possible. 

The suit was quickly pulled over arms and chest and zipped shut once the basic requirements were completed. Tape was applied to the zipper run and to the seam between the neck and the hood collar. 

The gas mask was fitted to his head, long tubes dangling from the inlet and outlet ports. 

He was locked down to restraints that held feet about two feet apart and the arms away from the body. Heat lamps shined on the form. Leytecks approached his restrained body and showed him the scorecard with Irwin's signature. "I wanted you to see this before eternal darkness befalls you." 

Attendants advanced on the rubberized form and began to spray him with a light gray coating of liquid. As the stuff hit his body, the lamps quickly dried it to a dull black. The spraying continued until he was thoroughly coated with a medium layer of the liquid latex. Once it was cured, his body was shined to a brilliant ebony glow. Of course he couldn't see now since the stuff covered his lenses with a shiny black essence though he did see a low gray light inside is prison. Two perfectly shaped pieces of aluminized latex were glued to the lenses and his vision went black. 

"Well, my dear Sarah, you've enjoyed watching us convert Bill to a flawless latex form, now it's your turn," announced Dr. Leytecks. 

Sarah was locked down to another floor restraint and the liquid latex applied to her body. The room reeked of curing rubber and Dr. Leytecks breathed in the aroma appreciatively. He went about final preparations as the assistants polished his second new prize. The latex vacuum bed was made from two sheets of relatively thick transparent neoprene suspended between two frames. Once his subjects were between the sheets, the vacuum would suck the sheets to their forms, locking them inside. In most cases the bed never formed a perfect seal so the vacuum had to be applied pretty much constantly to maintain the vacuum, but Leytecks decided that using the neoprene and sealing the edges once the vacuum was applied could make a permanent vacuum. The neoprene also provided a benefit of being tougher than latex and less likely to tear, not to mention it being less stretchy. 

Before moving the restrained figures to the final resting place, chloroform was introduced to the breathing tubes to knock them out. When ready he had Sarah brought to the bed first. The attendants worked her into the bed. Her deadweight made it hard to position her correctly but it couldn't be helped. They placed her in a slightly fetal position with her legs positioned to expose the pussy sheath from the rear. Her arms were comfortably positioned to in front of her. All the tubing was pulled through the corresponding openings in the bed. Bill was then pushed into the bed. His arms were wrapped around Sarah's body and nestled to her breasts. The oversize cock was pushed into her pussy sheath. His front leg was positioned over hers while his back leg nestled against the back of her leg. The tubing was fed out of the right openings, gasmask tubing to the front and waste and electrical wires to the rear. The bed was closed and sealed with tape and latex. 

The attendants sealed all of the tube openings with cement. A slit was cut at the point of the bulge in the suits that signaled the spot where the feeding tubes were implanted. The slit was stretched, the tape removed and the tubes pulled out from the suit. The latex was sealed tightly around the feeding tubes and the damaged portion of the bed sealed back. 

The tubes would be at the back of the display once in place and no one would see them. They would be connected to the nourishing drip when no one was around to see them. 

From the front, the breathing tubes of the gasmasks would be attached to a snaking system of tubing and baffles to present an erotic display of rubber tubes extending beyond the erotic forms entombed inside the bed. The wires from the toy were fed to a computer that was part of the display. 

The vacuum was applied and the sheeting sucked to the encased forms. The drawing vacuum pulled the male's hands tightly to the breasts of the female. The hips locked together and the connecting cock sank deep into the tight pussy. The bodies molded to one as the vacuum formed. 

"That's enough to hold them tight. We need them to breathe," said Leytecks. 

The bed was hoisted vertically and the waste lines fed to sumps near the base of the display. 

"Wake them," ordered Leytecks. 

Ammonia was broken under the breathing tubes and the bed shuddered as the two tried in vain to move from the acrid odor. 

"Enough. Start the program," he ordered. 

Bill and Sarah were in complete darkness. The strong scent of ammonia woke each of them with a start. Both tried to move from the odor to find movement impossible. Bill felt the heat of another body against his front and he felt the warmth surrounding his cock. Sarah felt heat of another body at her back and the fullness of her pussy was unmistakable. She passionately clinched the object as she felt the tight pressing of her enclosure. The shaft impaling her body awoke with pulsing vibrations and her carnal desires took control, as her aroused body was flooded with yearning. She didn't have to move. She couldn't move but the pulsing thing alive inside her carried her away to passionate release. 

For Bill the thing vibrated and massaged his magic shaft until he was swept away in spurting release. he came quickly and with abandon and the thing continued to throb around his tool. He was soon on his way to another explosive cum. 

The bed sheets quivered as the bodies in its grip tensed in sexual ecstasy, the black bodies shiny and insect like in their amber prison. 

"Let the male cum four times, then shut down for a while. Tomorrow they go on display, my greatest example of Living Art. Don't forget to feed them before you go to bed." 

Leytecks left the room as the art shuddered in another passionate release. 

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01/03/02