Chapter 6: New HAZMAT Environmental Suits
The suit was white as snow. It was seamless with attached gloves and socks. The latex was smooth but thickened appreciably from the upper thigh to the foot. The feet were covered with ¼ inch thick latex because of the increased thickness. This made the feet seem to be in some sort of footwear rather than the usual latex stocking of most latex suits. The latex from the mid-chest down to the legs was medium thickness and though stretchy it was still very tight. At the shoulders and the neck opening the latex thinned to allow entry. The matching helmet with attached shirt was designed to put on before the suit and would seal to the upper suit in a tight and fluid resistant seal. The white helmet had a drinking tube wrapped around its exhaust snout while the air intake was a nickel plated snap ring designed to accept either a dedicated air supply or a self-contained breathing tank.
“This is the new hazard resistance Class A plus environmental suit,” explained Mr. James, the lead of the Protective Technologies Division. “The suit is extremely flexible and allows full motion. For cold weather or water immersion applications the level B thermal dry suit can be worn over this suit and full comfort and range is maintained.”
He pointed to the heavy neoprene suit hanging next to the white suit. This suit was made of a thick silvery/gray neoprene. It included attached boots and gloves. The gloves were surprisingly thin.
“The gloves are made of a temperature insulating silicon blend. Your hands maintain body temperature in ranges from -20 degrees to 120 degrees, if needed.”
“What is the reason for this suit?” asked Kaylin. Kaylin was already dripping wet from just being in the same room as this wonderful suit. Had she not been uncased in her personal cat suit beneath her clothes she was sure that an embarrassing wet spot would be showing at her crotch.
“We have to perform gather samples and perform tests on chemical trends of the pollution at Gilman. It seems some of the folks down river of Gilman are having unexplained health issues. The locals think the Gilman mines and tailing ponds are the source,” said James.
“I’m familiar with that area,” said Kaylin.
“Yes. For that reason I am putting you in charge of the sample gathering teams.”
Kaylin tried to keep her breath under control. Here were two wonderful rubber suits for her taking and her company was paying for them. She knew she would test them at her Red Cliff get-away as soon as she could. She looked forward to wading into the cold Eagle River and seeing just how warm the suit would keep her. Previous wades were always a bit cold as even with layers of rubber the cold water eventually penetrated to her skin. This was fine on hot days when she needed to cool down after hot rubber recreation but on cooler days the cold reaching to her skin posed problems.
Of course the heavy dry suit would be a layer between the white latex hazard suit and her outer hazmat suit. The idea of neoprene visible was just not what she wanted. She saw it as marring the rubber vision that she wished to portray.
“I’ll do my best to live up to your trust as I lead the project,” Kaylin said.
“I know you’re the best pick for the job,” James responded to assure any doubts. He was aware of Kaylin’s little quirk as well and he knew she would be in heaven leading the group. Even though he didn’t necessarily agree with her hobby, he was happy to have an employee who actually enjoyed using the cumbersome equipment required of the job.
The suit had special features that were hidden to the casual observation. The front panel had a urine capture system that took urine from either a “she-pee” system (in the case of females) or a sheath (for males) through tubing to the rear of the suit. At this point, James was a little fuzzy on where the waste went. The manufacturer said the urine was stored in an interior bag at the leg and tubes did fit into a bag that was inside the suit at the top of the thigh. But there didn’t seem to be any space for the bag to fill properly. What was invisible to the casual eye was the tubing split and a line fed into the bottom of the enema tube that was attached in the suit. This was a small insert at the rear that would be quite snug inside the rear of a wearer once the suit was completely in place. Tubing could be inserted and fed through a small, almost invisible, opening in the rear. The opening was overlapping flaps of latex that matched the seam of the suit. James had wondered at such extreme workmanship for the suit but the price for it was quite reasonable for a suit with the level of certifications for all hazards.
The company that won the contract was new to him. He had never heard of Reactive Things Abatement (RTA) Specialties. It did seem an odd name for a company that produced such a highly engineered protective suit. The company carried a full line of equipment and suits, all of them based on rubber, latex or some other material that assured high levels of protection for the wearer of the suit. Most of them were designed for long-term wear that allowed a worker to stay in the hazard environment for hours at a time.
The instructions on donning the suit were straightforward. The one oddity in them was the explicit item regarding the first person to this particular suit. It had specified Kaylin Franklin by name. In fact the suit seemed to be custom made for Kaylin. Its sizing was obviously made for someone of her petite stature and physique.
In addition to the suit for Kaylin, the company had provided seven additional sets of gear. These were not name specific but they were obviously driven by sex. Four of them had male sheaths for the urinary discharge system. The other three had the female “she-pee” attachment.
“You will pick a team of four men and three women for the job,” said James.
“Yes, sir. But why the specific choice? I didn’t know we were into affirmative action when it came to sexes these days.”
“The suits we have are designed for that team composition. We have four male and four female suits. Since I want a team of eight we have no choice unless we wait for more suits.”
“I agree. If Gilman is as bad as they say, we need to get trained up in these and get out there as soon as we can.”
“Exactly, Kaylin,” James said.
“How do we pick the team?” asked Kaylin.
“We screen our best hazmat specialists then ask for volunteers from the list. I’ve taken the liberty to put together a list of seventeen likely candidates. We will interview them and build the team from the volunteers first then by selection if needed.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll make arrangement to get them together and set up the interviews.”
James held up his hand. “No need. Everything is already set up. We will have a team picked by noon today. The candidates are waiting in the outer conference area.”
“Wow! This must really be serious.”
“You don’t know the half of it, Kaylin.”
“Okay. I will clear my calendar for the rest of the day.”
The team selection process was completed pretty quickly. It seemed that there were many people who wanted to work on a team with Kaylin, her reputation as one of the best in the field made for almost certain success and promotion or bonuses when working with her group.
After a light lunch that was more of a liquid diet, Kaylin and team headed for the clean rooms. The men and women went into separate rooms since the tight suits would require the members to remove pretty much all clothing.
As far as Kaylin was concerned she dropped off everything but her underwear pretty quickly. She was glad she had an extra pair of cottons to replace her usual latex undies in her purse.
As she came from the dressing stall out to the suiting up room, she was a bit surprised when the dressing assistant pointed to her undies, “Those come off too. This is a nothing under the suit system.”
Kaylin obliged the dresser and waited for what came next.
As she stood naked she heard a couple of squeals of protest from adjacent dressing booths as the others discovered the need to remove everything.
First the dressing assistant helped pull on the hooded shirt. The white latex shirt went on easily as it was well lubed. Her arm slipped into the sleeves of shirt and the slippery latex slid easily down to her waist. The attached gloves were an odd addition to the shirt but she assumed this was extra protection from the possible failure of the outer gloves.
Two wide white straps were pulled through her crotch and attached to the front of the shirt. They held the shirt snuggly into place while her sexual and urinary systems remained exposed. The latex straps bit into her fleshy thighs and her exposed pussy seemed to swell between them.
The next step was the most difficult and time consuming. The thin upper latex of the suit was stretchy enough to work each leg onto the opening. But the dressing took serious effort to work each leg into the heavier lower body of the suit.
Dressing assistants slowly worked the thick rubber up her legs. They smoothed the latex as they went and Kaylin let her thoughts wander to a dreamy world of rubber enclosure. She was losing herself in rubbery ecstasy and thoughts wandered in dreamy rubber bliss. Her conclusion was these suits were actually dangerous and focus on any hazardous work would be difficult, at best. Still the donning process was a time for her to wander and let go of any feelings other than the tight and supple rubber caressing her body.
The dressing assistants finally got the legs of the suit up to her crotch and this was when her next surprise happened. She anticipated the rear enema tube and had relaxed to accept it as the suit was worked to the top of the legs. The she-pee system had a moderately sized dildo included. The thing slid between her lips as the crotch settled in place.
“Why the front probe?” Kaylin decided calling it a dildo seemed out of place since this was supposed to be a serious dressing process of a suit that was called a HAZMAT environmental suit and part of the job.
“It secures the urinary system in place. You don’t want it moving about as you work. That might be a problem should your pee leak into the suit and not flow through the tubing. Remember, you’re sealed in the suit with no access to adjust the she-pee if it shifts.”
The dressers slipped her hands and arms into the neck opening and the thing stretched easily to accept her torso. They lined her arms up with the shoulder sleeves and started to work the suit up each arm. It was a long process. Air had to be squeezed out between the skin and the suit every few seconds. Finally her hands were pushed past tight wrist bands and were sucked into the finger of the gloves. The suit now covered her and as the dresser smoothed the rubber skin and worked all of the air and wrinkles out she shivered from the glorious massage of the latex. She wished Jason was still employed by the company. He would be perfect in one of the male suits.
Kaylin was lost in her erotic thoughts as the suit slipped and slid over her body and settled into position and molded itself to her body. She was quite happy in the suit and her mind wandered to thoughts of lust.
The dresser returned with another white device. This was a strict looking corset that had not been part of the initial demonstration.
“What’s the deal with the corset?” Kaylin asked.
“They say it has to do with pressure. The tailing ponds are deep and this helps to keep the pressure from crushing your chest. It’s like the shell of a hard suit dive system but more mobile.”
Kaylin nodded dubiously at the explanation.
“I think this suit was invented by a very kinky person,” she said.
The dresser chuckled, “It might be designed for a very kinky person to wear too.”
Kaylin took in that thought in silence.
The assistant slowly wrapped the heavy rubber and steel corset around her waist. She pulled the rear parts together and slowly began threading the wire string through the eyelets in back. The garment fit against the upper thighs allowing fairly easy leg movement but completely pressing the abdomen behind its front panel. The busk of the corset was high on the chest and completely protected the breasts much as advertised by the dressing assistant’s reason for the thing.
The threading of the garment took time. The assistant wore gloves to protect her fingers from cuts as she struggled to lever the wire threads tight. Slowly the rear pieces of the thing closed. When the gap was a little over an inch Kaylin grunted and gasped, “Geeze, who needs water pressure, this thing will crush my chest without the pressure if it gets any tighter.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I almost have it finished,” the dresser said lightly as she pulled at the threads. “Please exhale your breath and hold for just a sec.”
Kaylin did as told and was rewarded with a sudden increase in pressure on her chest!
“Shit,” she managed to gasp as she struggled to breathe.
“It would be just that if the equipment weren’t properly worn,” said a new voice from behind Kaylin.
“Please sit on the stool,” said the new voice.
Kaylin sat and hands quickly pulled wide straps over her legs and secured them tightly so she couldn’t move from the stool.
“Now the dresser attached a cable to the front of the corset and winched it snug. This time when the wires at the rear were pulled, Kaylin could not move and the wires slowly pulled the two edges together to form a solid back brace. The wires were tied and locked with a wire ring. The excess wire was clipped off.
“Please lift your head a little, my dear,” said the soft anonymous voice.
Kaylin was so lost in this rubber encasement, her juices were flowing so freely, and her animal lust was so intense by now she had completely lost any sense of reason. She obeyed the voice as though hypnotized.
She found her neck encased in a heavy rubber corset that matched the one on her body. The dresser pulled this new item snugly around her neck and her head was cradled in a way that she could not move to look side to side unless she turned at the waist.
“I know this thing has nothing to do with the hazard suit,” Kaylin was able to gasp out as she struggled for air under the corset.
“Very good, my dear. You are quite perceptive.” Said that voice again.
“Who are you?” Asked Kaylin.
“In good time, Honey.”
The anonymous person took each arm and pulled one then the other behind Kaylin’s back. The corset caused some strain in the arms but the person was able to cuff the wrists easily.
“You can put in the gag now, Assistant.”
The dressing assistant brought out a thick black device with a bayonet snap ring clip surrounding an oval hole.
“Please struggle if you like, Honey. I’ll just hold your head steady as Assistant puts the appliance in.”
Kaylin tried to move her head and body but the tight straps and cable made movement pretty much fruitless. The black thing went in her mouth, passing through the hood and soon her teeth sank into slots. The pain of her stretched jaw was only eased as she bit down on the slots. This action sealed the thing in her mouth and she grunted in vain to get the thing loose.
“You talk too much as it is, Honey. Good slaves should be seen and not heard.”
“We will finish the rest of the dressing later. For now I will put on your traveling hood.”
With these words, Kaylin’s anonymous voice came to her front and revealed herself. It was Angelina Ocampo. Ocampo pulled the heavy white eyeless hood over Kaylin’s head and everything went dark.
The final straps and stays were tightly secured and Kaylin was ready for transport to the Ranch.
As the packages were loaded into the waiting van, a team of maintenance workers were replacing the sign on the main campus entrance; Biotech Discoveries was now “Radical-haz Technical Assessments (an RTA Company)”
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