The Shuns - Part One
By: Rbrbill

Chapter 1, Travels to a Changed Land

It was my first trip to Seattle since the breakup of the Unites States in 2005.  The economic disaster and the disunion had sufficed to make travel to States in the newly formed countries impossible for years and then difficult.  But wounds slowly heal and commerce can always help build bridges across the old chasms.  I found myself arriving at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport on this sunny spring day in the year 2022 to finalize the treaty that would bring Washington and Oregon into the family of States that were the Liberated States of America.  The negotiation was the culmination of many months effort and would give the LSA a western coastline for the first time since the disunion.  It would also mean the country would now extend from the Mississippi River to the Pacific Ocean and from Canada to Mexico, except for the California Republic.

Changing feelings of the citizens in Washington and Oregon, the northern territories of the California Republic, had helped speed this day.  The negotiations in Sacramento were tough but the CR government finally accepted the fact that the people in the northern territories had tired of the southern republic. 

The plane pulled up to Gate S-5, the international arrival gate.  We deplaned and went to the next level down to process through immigration and customs.  I thought how my trip might just put an end to this inconvenience that had been implemented over fifteen years ago after the disunion.  I showed my passport at the immigration desk.  The officer surveyed me and studied the picture before stamping it with the entry visa.  At least we didn't have to get a visa prior to entry these days. 

"LSA, eh?  Won't be coming through the international terminal much longer if things work out.  It'll be good to get over to Idaho for hunting season without all these immigration hassles."

"Yeah, I bet.  I'll be glad to have a sea coast to visit again," I replied.

I went to the baggage area and got my bag then proceeded to the customs counter.  The dogs sniffed the bag and the customs agent waved me through.  I decided that the bag was small enough to carry so I stepped right out into the train loading area and waited for the subway that linked the satellite terminal to the main terminal.

The train arrived and the doors opened.  I entered the car with the few other passengers that arrived along with me.

"Please stand away from the doors," chirped the computer voice.  "Hold on to a hand rail.  The next stop is "B" Concourse."  The voice then repeated the message in a variety of foreign languages that seemed from a more prosperous time.

The subway rolled quickly along the tunnel to the next stop.  The voice announced the concourse information and reminded us to stay aboard for baggage claim and the main terminal.  The doors closed and we were off again. 

"Main Terminal.  Transfers to the North Satellite and Sound Transit, baggage claim, and ground transportation," the computer voice announced.

I left the car as the door opened and walked through the security checkpoint.  To the left was a ticketing machine for Sound Transit.  I purchased a ticket for the ride to downtown Seattle and headed for the turnstile that led to the transit station.  Sound Transit was one of the dreams implemented shortly after the disunion.  The plan called for a train linking the major metro Seattle area together from Everett south to Tacoma.  The train never was built north of North Gate, well south of Everett nor did the light transit lines run south of the airport.  It made for a convenient link to downtown Seattle as a traveler and I was glad to ride the train toward the city.

As the train wound toward King Street Station, we passed Boeing Field.  I remember the before times and the field full of planes being given final paint jobs and identification for airlines from all over the world.  Today the field was empty of the big commercial planes.  The port facilities visible beyond Boeing Field were operating at about half capacity. 

The skyline spread itself before me as the train rounded the long curve just north of Boeing Field.  The tall glass buildings showed minor scars of disrepair.  Even in the distance, I could see gaps in the facades from missing panes.  Safeco Field was dark and the roof closed.  Passing under the east end of the structure, I saw streaks of rust on the steel girders and the brickwork was in dire need of cleaning.  The unfinished football stadium just north of "The Safe" stood as a stark symbol of what once was and seemed now such a distant memory.  The train slowed as it pulled into King Street Station.

I stepped to the platform and surveyed the emptiness.  The transit system was barely used.  I could see the freeway with a solid stream of cars moving stop and go.  It was only 2:00 PM yet the road was a near parking lot.

"It's like that fourteen hours a day.  You should see it at three when the real rush hour begins." 

I turned to the talkative native.  "Why haven't they built more roads?  It was bad twenty years ago."

"Ha, you just rode the marvel that would save us from the gridlock.  Ha!  I wish those fat cat politicians that hung that train on us had to fight the traffic."

"They don't?"

"Nope.  Anyone with money after the disunion computer-mutes or has one of those new Japanese hover-cars."

"Can't say, I've seen one of those."

The native looked at me quizzically.  "You not from around here?"

"Nope.  From Colorado."

"LSA?  How are things there?"

"We don't have hover-cars.  We have some snappy new models from Detroit, though. They just started running the lines again three years ago.  We have a good trade treaty with the Great Lakes Union."

"Gas burners, eh?  We can't even have a gas burner anymore."

"Really?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  We use fuel cell cars or battery powered.  Still the warming isn't slowing.  Some of the scientists are finally deciding that the earth is in the end of a warming cycle.  It seems the trees are finally effecting the carbon dioxide and the levels are going down."

"Our forests are stronger than ever since we got rid of the tree huggers.  Seems thinning out the trees every once in a while is good for them and the timber industry."

"You guys still cut trees?"

"Yep," I said.

"Oh, to smell a wood fire."

I had enough of this talk of things.  I wanted to get on to the hotel and call the consulate.

"Where do I find a cab?"  I asked.

"Right outside.  Watch out for the Shun out there.   It's been there all day.  I can't understand why they don't stay in there own areas during the daytime."

"The Shun?"  I asked.

"Yeah, convicted criminals and the like.  They don't have prisons anymore.  Punishment is to shun."

"You just ignore them?  And what keeps them from more mischief?"

"I think you'll figure that out when you see it.  Be one with the whole."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sorry, Mister.  It's our salutation here.  'Be one with the whole.'"

"I see.  Good bye."

I headed for the doors and the daylight beyond.  The conversation with the fellow had actually told me more about some of the changes that had happened since the disunion.  I opened the door and my eyes immediately spotted the most bizarre sight I have ever seen.  Seated against a wall was a woman.  I think it was a woman at least.  The person was completely encased in a shiny rubber suit. She had the skintight rubber hugging her every curve.  Her head was enclosed in a gas mask and I could see that under the mask was some sort of rubber hood that covered her face.  Only her eyes were visible behind the mask.  Her nose was hidden by the nose cup of the gas mask as was her mouth, but my guess was that the rubber mask beneath the gas mask covered the nose and mouth except for breathing and eating openings.

A tight corset gripped her in its vice, shaping her into a perfect female form.  The corset must have crushed her cruelly as it shaped.  A corrugated rubber tube connected her intake valve to her nether region.  I couldn't figure out how she was breathing.  Perhaps a minimal amount of air filtered through some unseen opening. 

Her feet were shod in the longest stiletto heeled booties I had ever seen.  The shoes were locked to her ankles.  The sleeves of the suit ended in tight rubber gloves completely sealing her into the rubber.  She was just sitting there, hands pressed to the floor at her side.  Her knees bent and legs spread, giving me a completely unobstructed view of the tube that sprung from her pussy.

The sight before me mesmerized me.  This woman was completely covered in the tight rubber skin and I had a vision of complete sexual power yet vulnerability and isolation.  She was quietly sitting, her eyes fixed on the opposite wall.  Then she began to roll her eyes and she rocked her hips.  She was thrusting her rubber-covered pussy right at me.  I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and she shuddered in ecstasy right before my eyes.  I couldn't help it but me cock became hard as I watched. 

I took a step toward her, then in an almost hypnotic trance I found myself standing at her feet and looking at her gas mask covered face.  I reached out and touched her head.  She suddenly shook it violently in the universal "No."  I pulled my hand back and looked searchingly into the eyes.  They were full of doubt and fear where just moments before they had rolled in ecstasy.  I reached out and touched the smooth rubber skin again.  She shook the head again but not as violently.

She reached to my bulge and put her gloved hand on my pants.  She rubbed me through the cloth then suddenly she was pulling the zipper down and reaching inside to give me the rubberized hand job.  I was stunned by her sudden move and stood frozen as I was quickly brought to explosive release.  My knees buckled as I came and she reached with her free hand to steady me.  Then she pulled me to her breast and I was smothered in the sweet odor of latex and felt her warmth beneath the rubber.  Her hand continued to cup my relieved tool in its latex warmth. 

"Shun violation, King Street Station entrance!" 

She released me and I jumped from her arms, struggling to pull the fly up.  Fortunately her rubberized palm had caught almost all of the tell tale fluid from the quickie she had just given me.  I watched her quickly open a slit at her crotch and let the stuff drip inside her suit.  She closed the zip seal.  I turned as two uniformed officers ran toward me.

"Did it initiate the contact?"  The fellow on the left asked.

I looked puzzled.

"Tell us.  Did it initiate contact?"  He pointed to the rubber-clad figure that had not moved.

"I'm from the LSA.  Here is my passport."

"Sir, diplomatic immunity does not cover Shun violations.  I ask again, did it initiate contact?"

"And if she, er, it did?"

"That's not your concern."

"No, I approached her.  She was, well, having a personal experience and I observed the entire incident," I replied finally.

"We have to take you downtown.  It," he pointed to the figure sitting, "will be punished for letting your indiscretion escalate."

The officer spoke into his voice phone, "Shun Number," he looked at the back of the rubberized figure, "31254 will have its sentence extended by six months for a Class 1-A Shun Violation on this date at 1345 hours.  Note its sentence log and record.  In addition, there will be pleasure denial for seventy-two hours from this time."

Then he turned to me, "Let's go, sir."

 Chapter 2, The Preparation

I was in a brightly lit room.  The walls were stark white.  A single chair sat in the center of the room.  There were no windows and the door was so well crafted that it was completely invisible when closed.  I sat in the chair waiting for execution of the sentence.

I was completely baffled at the sequence of events that brought me to this white room.  The incarceration had been swift and efficient.  I was introduced to a state appointed attorney and given the right to make a phone call.  I called the LSA Consulate, hoping for some assistance in the situation but the Consul officer was not very helpful.

"A Shun violation.  We cannot help you with that.  The California Republic is very touchy about their penal system," he said. 

"But I'm an LSA government official.  I'm here to finalize the treaty with this place for entry into the LSA."

"Yes, well, I'll notify the State Department.  A replacement will be coming out.  You are no longer credentialed as an LSA diplomat.  Sorry."  The phone went dead.

The trial lasted all of thirty minutes.  A judge heard the tape of the violation alert.  Then the two officers related the conversation with me.  My attorney recommended that I plea, "No contest", which I did.  He then asked for leniency and mercy based on the fact that I was from the LSA and not aware of the California laws.

The judge gave a long discussion on the importance of upholding the sanctity of the law.  He explained that I, a diplomatic officer representing another nation, should have been fully familiar with the California punishment system and the importance of the Shun sentencing practice.  As I stood listening to this lecture, I knew that I was in trouble. 

Finally he finished the lecture and pronounced sentence, "The accused, James William Letton, having been found guilty of the crime of  "Shun Violation in the Second Degree", is hereby remanded to the County penal processing for execution of the sentence as required by the statutes of the California Republic.  You will reflect on your crimes until you are readmitted into the 'One with the Whole."  He gaveled the hearing closed and I was silently taken from the chambers.

Now I was sitting in the white room.  The door opened and figure dressed in a heavy protective suit entered.  He/she (the suit made the sex uncertain) carried a bundle of shiny black rubber.  The figure went to the far wall and opened a small trap door that revealed a hose bib.  He pulled a long water hose from a recessed cubicle. 

A metallic voice spoke, "Remove your clothes, 46253." 

I sat stunned by the order.

"Spray," the voice said.

The fellow with the hose turned a harsh stream of water on me and I was soon completely soaked to the skin.  I hastened to remove my clothes as the water streamed over me.  The force of the water brought a tingling to the skin but there seemed to be more streaming out of the hose than water as the fluid to have some sort of additive in it.  I smelled a strong antiseptic and as I watched the stuff flowing from my body, I noticed that my hair falling from me and was washing down the drain.

I shivered in my nakedness.  "What are you doing to me?"

"Silence from the convicted.  Further outbursts will be punished.  Proceed with preparations, Trustee 2149."

Hot air blew me dry.  The silent fellow presented a latex wrestling suit to me.  I noticed that it had a tight sheath and ball binder and a hollow appendage for my rear opening.  The inside of the garment was white with powder, except for the appendage and the sheath that were slick with a lubricant.  The Trustee held the suit for me to step into.  He then pulled it up my legs.  When the suit was at my hips, he signaled for me to bend over and spread my cheeks.  I felt the intrusive appendage.  Its narrow diameter didn't really hurt but it did cause a dull nuisance ache inside me.  The fellow pushed my cock and balls through the narrow opening into the pouch and sheath of the suit.  I noticed a length of tube that extended from the tip of the sheath as he finished pulling the thick rubber suit up my body.  My legs and arms were cold but new warmth begins to envelop my torso.  The tightness of the latex was most noticeable.  The suit was about two sizes too small for me and the thick latex gripped me firmly, slimming my middle into flat masculinity that I had not seen in years.  My sheathed and bound cock stirred despite my anxiety.

I looked at my dresser and realized that he was inside a rubber suit beneath the outer protective gear.  His face was hidden behind a latex mask much like the girl that so aroused my curiosity and consequently brought me to this situation.  I wondered how long this fellow had been a "Shun" and what his crime had been. 

A tee-bar pole rose from the floor.  It had two binding points that the Trustee put my wrists into and locked.  He stooped at my feet and pulled each leg apart.  I felt steel shackles locking my feet into this position.  The tee-bar sank back toward the floor pulling me over and forcing my ass into the air.  A wide band of cold metal encircled my waist and I was locked tightly into the bent position.  In this humiliating position I felt different pressures and prods at the access tube into my rear.  He then came to my front and pulled a tight rubber hood over my head.  The hood had no eye openings and the two short tubes fit into my nose.  A stout piece of hard rubber kept my mouth open.  Soft pads molded into my ears and I heard only distant echoes.  Blinded and locked I could only wait for what came next.  Meanwhile, my cock was standing in glory and to my embarrassment.  I had no control over that little piece of anatomy, much to my dismay and in my predicament I saw no opportunity for relief. 

The Trustee fiddled with the mouth area of the hood and a gush of nasty tasting stuff filled my mouth.  It forced itself to the back and I had to swallow.  I searched the recesses of my mind to identify the stuff that I had just been forced to swallow.  Caster oil.  That was what it was.  Some sort of pill had been in the mixture as well.  Cramps soon began and my raging hard-on wilted in my discomfort. 

An eternity later the cramps finally subsided.  I had been subjected to the purging of my insides while being held firmly by my binding.  I was weak and knew that if not for the bindings I would fall to the floor.  I was tired as well.   I guessed that my rear was plumbed through the hollow tube and the waste had been taking away to the sewer.  Still the humiliation of purging uncontrollably filled me with indignation. 

Suddenly my insides were filling with warm liquid.  I could do nothing to stop the treatment.  I was filled and purged five times before someone disconnected the hose at my rear.  I felt another pressure at the rear as a new device was shoved into place.  This seemed to reach far into my insides.  I felt it tickling the prostate gland and again I felt a surge in my groin as the erotic nature of the treatment took effect.

The tee bar raised me up to a standing position.  I waited in the dark for the next phase of this strange incarceration.  I didn't have long to wait.  Each ankle was released and my feet were pushed into cold, slick material.  I knew it was rubber.  The material gripped my feet tightly.  Soon the material began to be pulled up the legs and I felt the shiver of the touch from the clingy stuff flow through me.  The feel of the latex clinging to my legs added to the new experience that was slowly building in intensity. 

As the latex reached my crotch, a very solid ring was fitted over my rigid member.  I couldn't tell how the ring was secured in place but it clamped the lower inch of my sheathed cock in a vise-like grip.  My cock was pinned into the suit.  I was pretty certain that the sheath formed a fluid tight seal because of the stopper plugged into the tip of attached tube I had seen earlier.  The suiting continued and I found the additional layer of latex soon to my chest. 

My ankles were locked back into place and the arms released.  In short order, my arms were covered in the thick rubber.  My hands firmly seated into attached gloves.  I flexed my fingers and felt the tight latex resistance.  The erotic nature of the experience grew as I moved inside the suit and felt the rubber pulling at my body. 

My head was guided through a tight latex ring and I felt an additional press of latex about my head.  I heard my breathing coming in rapid bursts through the tubing and I supplemented my need for air through the mouth.  My wrists were locked to the bar again.

The Trustee pulled at the hood near my eyes and my sight was restored.  The facing wall moved and I saw the reflection of a shining black rubberized male statue facing me.  Of course the statue was I, but the shock of seeing me as a living ebony statue.  My feet were confined into platform boots that fit like gloves and were molded right into the suit.  My crotch was hidden behind a rubber panel but I clearly saw the bulge of the confining sheaths.  The panel had a zipper that would allow me to release the sheathed cock.

The Trustee came up behind me.  I watched his reflection as he pulled a gas mask with attached hood over my head.  My head was enveloped in a second rubber layer.  My breath passed loudly through the inlet and outlet ports, valves popping quietly.  The aroma of sweet rubber from the mask interior filled my nose and sent a new awareness to the head.  He tucked the long skirts of the hood/mask under the collar of the suit and zipped the back of the suit closed.  Now I was truly squeezed into the black latex skin.  My entire body tingled from the caressing latex.  Every inch of my body responded to the new and wonderful feel that I was experiencing, yet the cock rings and sheaths completely stifled any sexual fulfillment.  I was one hot and horny soul with no chance of relief in the near future.  My frustration was complete and at intensity I never experienced before.  The trustee added a strip of wide latex tape over the zipper seam.  Finally he wrapped tape around my neck sealing me completely in the latex suits. 

I noticed that small fittings were located near the shoulder and at heels of my feet.  They were almost invisible but were obviously some sort of valve for access inside the suit.  The trustee cemented rigid threaded flange with a flat latex ring to the hollow tube that entered my rear and then screwed a black matching stopper into the opening.  The arrangement formed a flush seal that blended with the suit. 

Suddenly a crackling sound inside my ears jarred my musings.

"It is prepared for execution of sentence.  It is no longer one with the whole but it will learn contrition as it reflects on being isolated from the whole.  Follow instructions carefully and sentence will be completed in due course.  Violations of sentence will result in extensions to the primary sentence.  It will report to feeding points twice daily when it hears the meal chime.  When it needs relief, it will report to the relief facility and follow printed instructions explicitly.  Every third day a cleaning cycle will be ordered.  It will report to a cleaning station and follow the instructions.  It will not approach any person.  It will not talk.  It will not seek shelter other than in an approved Shun Shelter.  It will be a Shun for the next six months.

"Does it understand these rules?"

I nodded at the question.

"It has behaved acceptably during preparation phase.  It will receive a "merit" for behavior."

A tingling sensation began in my groin and spread quickly through my entire lower body.  The tight ring around my cock was massaging me while a low electrical charge stimulated my crotch.  I was soon ached with desire and lust.  With machine-like precision and just as impersonally the suit attachments carried my arousal to the point of no return.  I went weak in the knees and my vision blurred as I exploded inside the sheath pumping my life essence into the living rubber.

"Very good Number 46253.  An outstanding show of pleasure." 

The cuffs on my wrists and ankles unlocked and I rubbed at my wrist.

"Leave this place and live as a Shun," the electronic voice went silent.

Chapter 3, My First 24

I stood in the doorframe and surveyed the surrounding street.  Self-consciously, I felt people looking at my bizarre attire.  I waited in the door bewildered and unsure where to go next.  People walked by me as if I was not there.  I soon realized I was a non-person, something not even there in their eyes.  At first it annoyed me to be so unseen then a certain security in my situation came over me.  The hot suit that hugged every inch of my body added to the security and my isolation from the world that now ignored me.  I stepped to the notice board placed at the door for any exiting Shun to see. 

I found a map display with various colored coded locations.  Yellow indicated rest points, green showed feeding facilities, blue was hydrating stations, and red showed sanitation/hygiene points.  Bold letters above the map admonished, "Shun Take Note!  Only entry into authorized Shun facilities is allowed during execution of sentence.  Violations will be punished.  Contact with any Shun or person will be punished.  Meditate on the gravity of your crime."  Some wag had penned in at the bottom, "Have a nice life!"

I wondered at the meaning of that little line.  I memorized the locations of the nearest facilities and feeling especially hungry I headed for the nearest "green" place.  I reached the building to find it locked.  An electronic sign display indicated closed.  I tried the door again and the earpieces crackled to life, "Feeding of Shuns is between 0600-0700 and 1600-1700.  Continued attempts to enter will result in punishment."

I noted the digital clock by the door read, "1130." I had over four hours to kill and I was tired.  The suit was hot and moving was an effort.  I felt sweat building between my skin and the suit.  It slid over me as I walked and was providing a kinky high.  The feel of the sweat reminded me of the need for water.  I set out for a hydration station. 

The nearest hydration station was on 4th and Jackson at the edge of the old International District.  I began to notice how people not only ignored me but they actually gave way to let me pass.  I was a small island surrounded by a ten-foot diameter circle moving through the crowded street.  The streetlights took the form of Japanese pagodas as I entered the District.  I saw another Shun on the other side moving toward the hydration station too.  The new Asian Market center stood above the older buildings a few blocks away.  The city hid the views of the mountains.  I reached the watering point and approached the other Shun.

"Shun proximity warning.  Proximity allowed in designated areas.  No physical contact allowed." 

I crossed a blue line on the sidewalk and the voice chirped, "Entering designated area. No physical contact allowed."

The watering point was popular.  Many rubber-clad Shuns stood waiting for a chance to attach drinking tubes to the nipples on the wall of the building.  I was reminded of cattle waiting for feed and realized immediately that was the intent of the authorities that had devised the system.  No one touched as the line shuffled forward and I found myself standing at the wall.  Because of my height, I had to stoop to get my drinking tube to reach the nipple.  I pushed the locking valve into the nipple and turned the little lever on the face piece next to the tube.  The little rigid tube inside the mask dropped to my mouth.  I pushed the start button and fluid flowed into my mouth.  The stuff tasted like bad Gatorade.  I gagged as it went down, but sucked greedily at the needed fluid. 

The flow stopped and I pushed the button again.  The voice in my head crackled, "Only one drink unit allowed.  Move along."

I detached the tube and went back into line.  I really needed more.  After a few minutes I was in front of the nipple and pushed my drinking tube to the teat. 

"Shun violation!  One drink per hour allowed.  Sentence extended by two weeks.  Move along."

"Damn," I mumbled around the gag.  "The thing knows who I am."

"Shun Violation.  Shun talking.  Sentence extended three weeks."

I almost spoke again but shut up fast.  I thought, "Now I am in this suit for seven months and I haven't even finished my first day."

The rest of the afternoon I wandered the streets.  I found myself at Pioneer Square watching the pigeons while sitting on the sidewalk.  My back to a hard wall, my legs drawn tightly to my chest and my arms linked around the shins, I contemplated my sudden turn of life and cried.

The ring at my crotch started vibrating and the electric current surged into my lower body.  My cock stirred inside the sheath and I suddenly had a new desire pushing my depression into a corner of my mind.  I sat in wonder as the sexual demand built.  I thrust my hips toward the ring and my cock slid inside the tight binding.  I was soon completely focused on the few square inches of rubber that tightly held my manhood.  I put my hands to my chest and pinched the hard nipples that were beneath the rubber layers.  I thrust harder toward the ring.  One gloved hand went to the ring to hold it firmly as I thrust with my hips and pinched and rubbed the nipples with the other hand. 

I completely lost any comprehension of where I was.  I was in my own private world, completely isolated by the thick latex and the erotic pulsing of the cock ring.  People walked by me and I didn't see them.  They seemed to not see me, though, I must have been one heck of a site as I rutted with the latex that encased me.

I heaved and bucked as the ring seemed to tighten and the vibration intensified.  I pawed at the crotch and felt the power of my cock sealed in the latex beneath my hand.  I rubbed with a frenzy to bring relief and just as my ass arched and the cheek muscles tightened, the vibrations ceased.  I froze, rigid and tense and wanting completion.  I rubbed at my crotch.

"Shun will refrain from self-gratification," the infuriating voice in my ears chirped.

I pulled the hand away and waited.  I wanted to scream out at the frustration.  My throbbing cock ached inside the sheath.  Ahhhhhh, I needed the relief from my arousal.  Minutes and the cock continued to throb.  I tried thrusting but the rigid sheath acted as the perfect cock ring and chastity device when the vibrations weren't pulsing through it.

Just as I broke down in sobbing distress, the ring sprang to life and I thrust at the pulsing circle.  I rode the mechanical device to ecstasy.  I pinched the nipples under the rubber and felt the pain leap through them as the ring pushed my throbbing ache into oblivion.  I plunged into the dark chasm of the rubber-suit-induced orgasm and pumped wave on wave spurting my seed into the sheath.  I panted for air, as the gas mask did not allow enough air for such exertion.  Each muscle ached with the tension from the spasm pounding through my whole body.  I went limp right there from the massive drain on my strength and a quiet whisper from deep inside the corners of the mind said, "Only through rubber will you know such pleasure."

Reality returned and I knew I was hungry.  I needed nourishment badly now.  I also knew I wanted to be rubber fucked by my suit again and soon.  I got to wobbly feet and headed for the nearest feeding point.  The door was open and I went inside.  Again the chirping voice warned me about touching other Shuns.  The warning was well deserved, as there were hundreds of us queuing up to the feeding nipples.  I shuffled along with the other shiny black rubber figures that silently waited for a turn at the feeding point.  I noticed how arousing the shapely females were in the suits.   I imagined how the arousal and the orgasm they felt must be.  I could only guess at whether the designers had given their systems the ability to achieve multiple orgasms.  I saw the one with the tube attached to the crotch.  She was the only Shun so dressed and I wondered why only her.  I remembered the fateful meeting how many days ago?  I had been a Shun less than 24 hours but my previous life was quickly fading into the recesses of my mind.

My turn at the nipple and like the drinking sequence, feeding amounted to a poor tasting but thick fluid being pumped through the drinking tube of the gas mask into the rigid hood tube that passed into the mouth and acted as a combination gag and oral opening.  I suckled the stuff until it stopped.  I didn't want any more anyway.  I then took a turn at a hydration nipple and went off to find a place to sit.

I found myself searching out the Shun with the gas mask tube.  I saw her feeding.  She had to hold her head sideways since the feeding tube was too short to reach the nipple with the breathing tube in the way.  I saw by the design that the corrugated tube could easily stay attached since the feeding tube looped around the edge of the faceplate.

I watched her leave and followed from a distance.  I wanted to get near this Shun, somehow, and let her see whom I was.  She seemed to head out for King Street Station so I followed.  Before long she reached the station and she sat in the spot that I first saw her.  I leaned against a wall and watched as she settled into her reverie.  I admired her rubberized body.  I rubbed myself and realized that I was just as rubberized and perhaps as desirable to her as she was to me.  I also realized that the rules forbad our coming in physical contact.  I wondered what that punishment would be.

I remembered my arrest.  She was given additional time and was denied sexual stimulation for 72 hours.  I didn't know what day it was but it seemed to be the evening of the second day since my arrival.  I approached the Shun and she looked at me. 

The light reflected on her eyes and I saw terror in them.  I stopped as the chirping warning intoned me to not approach another Shun.  I found a piece of rock and went to the wall across from her.  I scratched out a message on the wall.

"I am the fellow you met the other day here."

She nodded understanding and her eyes softened.

I wrote, "Can we meet somehow?"

She nodded a "yes."

She stood and picked up a rock the scrawled on the opposite wall, "Be here tomorrow morning at 0900."

I nodded and let her be.  I found a relief station and learned how easy it was to complete the task.  I simply opened the zip and released the cock sheath.  Removing the stopper I fit the tube into the wall receptacle and let it go.  I had no other need at the moment since my day had been filled with fluids.  Exhausted I looked for one of the rest points.

I saw the yellow sign and approached the entrance.  I opened the door and stepped into a small anteroom.  The place was tiny and walls lined with latex.  I looked for the way into the rest area but instead found myself being enclosed in a tight rubber cocoon.  The pod was lifted and I felt myself moving in space.  The thing stopped but remained suspended.  As I struggled inside the rubber pod, I felt bindings wrap around the bag at my elbows, my waist, my thighs and my ankles.  I was soon immobilized in the tight rubber.  I felt something push against my gas mask faceplate and realized that some sort of breathing tube was now attached to the mask and the air was entering from outside.  It was pitch black inside the cocoon and I swung slowly in my suspension.

For a third time the cock ring came alive and the throbbing pulses pushed me to arousal.  The thing acted quickly this time and I was soon thrusting against the bondage as I surged to my third rubber-induced orgasm of the day.  The breathing tube clamped off and I struggled for the life-giving air as I shot a thunderous load of cum into my sheath. 

My breathing eased as the tubing opened back up and I fell into tortured but exhausted sleep.  My first day as a Shun was finished and I was fast becoming a completely obsessed rubber lover.

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