The Stink Suit

Sarah was looking out of her bedroom window on the second floor of her large house. She lived by herself in a nice Victorian house in north Oxford. She was a stunning looking 26 year old from Abu Dhabi and had moved to England 10 years ago. Her long purple hair was well look after and flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her brown eyes had layer after layer of mascara on them and a tonne of eye-liner. Her nose had a bull piercing through it and her face was clear and fresh. Her body was thin and well toned and her ass was rock solid. She had playful breasts and a shaved pussy.

She was looking out the window at the new fetish shop that would open in a couple of days time. She was planning to go on a large shopping spree tomorrow morning and all the stuff would be kinky. She just could not go to sleep and was looking longingly at the blacked out window of the shop. She could almost smell the latex from her house and just wanted the sun to rise up. She had already spent the day wanking herself into oblivion and acting like a kinky slut. She was still wearing the rubber gloves from the last time.

Apart from the yellow marigold's, she was naked. Her pussy was wet and the juices had coated the fingers of her rubber gloves. She was in a world of her own as she stared at the fetish shop. It was 2am and no one was around as she sniffed her fingers. The lovely smells of rubber and her cunt, entered her nose. She covered her mouth with the other hand as she rubbed her cunt and sniffed it again. She continued for about 5 minutes as she heard a car coming. She was snapped out her day dream and quickly closed the curtains.

She finally got to sleep a couple of hours later and had some hardcore fetish dreams as she snapped awoke. With her heart racing and her hands shaking, she rushed out of bed. She jumped into the shower and found she still had her rubber gloves on. She smiled to herself and ripped them off her hands. The rubber made a fantastic noise as it parted ways with her hands and hit the bathroom floor. She cleaned herself up and got out 15 minutes later. Her wet body was dripping water from all her curves as she dried herself.

She did her hair and make up, even with her hands shaking with anticipation. She wanted to dress as sexy as she could and slipped into a pair of black panties and bra. She then pushed her legs into a shiny pair of transparent latex stockings and suspenders. The  clear latex was as tight as it could be. She wrapped her body in a tight leather corset as she dressed herself like a fetish slut. The corset covered her breasts and stomach in thick leather as she put her hands in the rubber gloves from the day before. She hide as much of it as she could under a long coat.

She put some high heels on and walked out the house. She thought it would be around mid day and the shop would be waiting for her. But it was still dark outside and the shop was still closed. She had only been asleep for an hour and didn't even checked a clock before leaving her house. She was feeling very horny and wanted her sex toys and kinky equipment now.

She wanted to have a look around the outside of the shop and see if anyone was around to let her in early. The shop looked empty as she walked around the outside of the building. All the doors and windows looked shut and all the lights appeared to be off. She was about to head back home with her body calling out for extreme bondage. She then spotted an ajoining building with a open window. The fetish shop was linked to this other building by a short corridor. It had to be a work shop or stock room.

She walked up to the window and forced herself inside the building. She was in a small office and was hoping the door was unlocked. She was breaking the law by entering the building and was wishing to god no one found her. She opened the office door was waited for alarms to go off and the police to arrive. But nothing happened and she was free to walk around the factory like building. She could see boxes of bondage equipment and hangers of latex and rubber clothes. She then saw a testing and prototype area and had a look.

She had an idea. Why would she take something from the shop. On the shop floor it was all recorded and would be missed. She could help herself to a prototype and they may not spot it. She first found a metal dog cage and discovered in was built for self bondage. She then picked out a full rubber catsuit in a silver colour. A plastic bondage hood was next and that was followed by a muzzle gag. An interlocking leather and metal collar was also taken with her. She grabbed a handful of metal cuffs with padlocks joined to them. She also got herself some metal chains as well. She found the keys for the cuffs and a self bondage release machinism.

She put all the equipment in the metal cage and struggled back to her house. Getting the cage through the window was a bit of a nightmare, but she was soon home. Her heart was going a million miles an hours as she locked her front door. Her muscles had started to burn as she took the cage to her living-room. Putting the heavy metal cage in the centre of the room as she turned on all the lights. She double checked, she had locked all the doors and closed all the windows.

She was alone and isolated in the house as she removed her coat. She was already wearing a jaw dropping amount of kinky fetish stuff. She was still in a bit shock, she had gone out wearing it. What the hell, she thought as she opened the cage door and put the heap of bondage items on the floor. She would put the new rubber stuff over the latex and leather she was already wearing. She rolled her hands over her leather corset as well as the latex stocking and suspenders. Her black underwear was already getting wet as she picked up the rubber suit. She had no idea if it would be too small or too large.

She had left a large bottle of lube in her bedroom and quickly got her hands on it. She poured it into the suit and covered her body in the smooth liquid. She pushed her already covered latex toes into the legs of the suit. Her living-room was filled with the smell of rubber as she worked the suit up her legs. The lube helped her get the suit over her ass and pussy. It was now squeaking against the shiny latex on her legs. She forced the rubber over her corset and drilled her arms into the suit. The suit was a perfect fit as she zipped it shut. It covered every itch of her body from her toes and fingers, to her neck. It was super shiny as the light hit the silver surface of the suit.

She saw the rubber suit had some writing covering it. The bold black letters stood out against the silver. Words like humiliation, degrading and dehumanized had been laid across the front of the suit. A gas mask logo was on her wrists and ankles. Down her arms and legs was some more writing. She read down the list: Urine, Cum, Pussy juice, Fish, Manure, and Skunk spray. She thought it was some type of joke or fetish thing. It was now time for the muzzle and hood.

The leather muzzle was a full head harness with a massive mouth filling gag. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and forced the rubber plug inside. She could feel her jaw bring ripped apart and her tongue being screwed down. The gag was tickling the back of her throat as she placed the huge leather panel over her mouth. The bottom half of her face was submerged in thick leather. She wrapped the three straps as tight as she could. One strap went over her head and each side of her nose. Another strap was in line with her mouth and meet up with the top strap. The last strap was under her chin and around her neck. With the muzzle now as tight as she could pull it, she opened the zip of the hood. The clear plastic hood as easy to see through, but only had two holes in it. She quickly landed her face right into the hood. She somehow got her nose lined up with the air holes.

She worked the hood into just the right place and zipped it closed. The plastic was now skin tight against her face. She was breathing as slowly as she could as she tried to calm herself down. Each breath was steaming up the inside of her plastic hood. Her hands were shaking as she opened the dog cage. She grabbed the cuffs with the attached padlocks and started securing them to the cage. She wanted to be very well bound inside the cage and set-up cuffs for ankles and knees. She locked two sets of cuffs to the roof of the cage as well as a ring of cuffs for her neck. She added short chains to the neck cuffs. She added more cuffs down the centre of the cage.

She then started to make a metal bondage harness that would keep her tied to the sides of the cage. She worked the chains across her rubber covered body as her harness took shape. She curled the heavy chains around her stomach and between her legs. The chain was digging painfully into her pussy and ass. She used the metal handcuffs to tied the chains together. She worked the chains around her breasts and over her shoulders. She made sure the chains had been pulled tight. She then linked the breast and pussy chains together with a cross along her front and back.

The harness was now in place and she was ready to restrained. She picked up the self bondage systems and picked up the huge set of keys. The release system was a metal box with a time release trap door. The door would open after a number of hours had passed. The box had d-rings to join it to the cage and the trap door would fit through the gaps in the cage. She connected the box to the cage and made sure the keys would fall into her hands. She was happy it all lined up and picked up the final part of her bondage. The double lined collar would keep her neck in one position and strongly joined to the cage. She opened the back of the leather and metal collar and folded it around her neck. The leather was zipped shut as it enclosed her whole neck. She then closed the metal collar around her neck and locked it closed. It was almost strangling her as it bite down on her neck.

She dropped to her knees and backed up into the cage. Her ass was perfect was she moved right to the back of the cage. Just before she start closing the cuffs and isolating herself. She opened up her laptop and turned it on. The laptop had been left in the living-room from her wanking the day before. And was just by the side of the cage. She was a bit lucky, she had seen it before she was tied up. She had an idea, she would watch porn and record herself. She put the computer in front of her and quickly found a heavy rubber bondage film to watch. She opened her web cam and started live streaming herself. She was recording herself at the same time. She would be seen on a number of fetish website. She put herself back in the cage as the video started playing. She quickly closed the cuffs around her legs and along her body. She then tied her neck to the cage on all four sides. With her heart racing she shut and padlocked the door to the dog cage and closed the cuffs around her hands and elbows.

She was now helpless inside the cage as she watched the lovely porno in front of her. She was very horny and wet as she started to sweat within her rubber skin. She had nothing to simulate her, other then the metal chain between her legs. She struggled to move her body and tried to play with herself. She could only just rub the top of her rubber ass. She continued to watch the film as her pussy juice started running down her legs. She was enjoying the video as sweat built up in her hood. She could see something odd in her computer screen. The silver rubber suit was slowly becoming greener. She could also smell the once strong rubber odor was fading. It was replaced by the smell of piss and was getting stronger.

She pulled and pushed against the metal cuffs and was now fighting to get out of the cage. She was now breathing in a real stink with each intake of air. As the suit become even greener the smell of cum reached her nose. She was wide eyed as the video continued playing a part about a trapped girl in a cage. She was still very wet and she thought she could smell her pussy. The suit was now a light green colour with a sweet smell coming from below her. That smell was soon a fishy one. She had turned red under plastic hood as the humiliation become degrading. Each intake of air through the small holes of her hood was a nightmare. She was shaking with each breath and another smell was coming her way.

It was the horrible smell of manure and it filled the whole room in seconds. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she tried holding breath from the smell. Which worked for the first 2 minutes, until she needed to breath again. She was almost sick as she took an intake of air. With her suit now a dark green colour and her gagging with each intake of air. She was then forced to meet the worst of the lot. She was loudly crying as the skunk spray entered her nose. The suit was now a very dark green and she was in hell. The smells all mixed into one pit of horror as Sarah waited for the keys. Hoping for them to drop at just that second.

She was breathing heavily as she screamed inside the metal cage. She found she could pleasure herself by rocking up and down on the chains. She just could not break free of the evil cuffs that chained her up. The catsuit was shining away in it's new green colour as she suffered through the smell. She was finding it hard to breath as the collar and hood asphyxiated her. She tried moving the cage and was wishing for the box to just open. The smell was relentless and every time she moved seemed to make it worst. Drool was dripping out her mouth and into her hood. The plastic was becoming more difficult to see through as condensation built up. The leather of her muzzle was damp with a mix of drool and sweat.

The porn video had long finished and Sarah was feeling numb and sore. She had somehow used the chains to orgasm and was completely broken. Her nose was almost accepting of the smells which filled the room. She had spent many hours in the cage and had to gone to the toilet a couple of times. It was dehumanizing and dirty as the dark green rubber squeaked loudly in the night. The red light from the web cam was still on and pointing right into her sweat and mascara covered face. The plastic hood allowed you to see into her eyes and watch you struggle with the muzzle gag. She was moaning loudly as the wait for the keys went on all night.

Part Two

Sarah was in real trouble as she struggled for her life inside the steel cage. Her body was killing her as the cuffs bite into her skin. The smell coming from the suit was never ending and made her feel sick. The thick rubber was making her sweat and a small lake was now rolling around her suit. Her skin was itching as the tight rubber trapped the sweat. She could no longer feel her arms and legs as they had gone numb. Her clear plastic hood was filled with condensation, sweat and drool as she cried through her leather muzzle. Her wet hair had fallen over her face as each breath streamed up the hood.

Her collar was leaving her very short of air as it suffocated her and controlled her breathing. Her jaw was dead and she had lost all feeling in her mouth. Drool was still escaping from under the perfect leather. Her corset was crushing her rib cage and making breathing even harder. Her dark green rubber gimp suit was still shiny and skin tight. She had filled the inside of her rubber suit with her own piss and could feel it moving around her stomach and down her legs. She was completely dehumanized and just wanted the keys to drop.

The prototype suit had been a huge mistake as it's smells filled her nose. Each breath made her gag and moan as the odors attacked her helpless nose again and again. She was so tried as tears rolled down her cheeks and wanted to go to sleep. But couldn't, as she needed to be awake to grab the keys if they ever become available. She had been trapped in the cage for over 14 hours and now hated it. She was hot, tired, sweaty, smelly, sore, numb and broken. The camera was still recoding her hellish self bondage as she looked longingly into the lens.

Her laptop had been filming her from the very start and streaming the images to a number fetish websites. She was being watched by a small amount people around the world and they had been loving the show. She was a member of four kinky websites and was getting a lot of feedback from all of them. Other users had been watching her for hours as she cried and struggled inside her prison. They talked about her bondage, hood, gag and rubber suit. But no one was talking about helping her or if she was enjoying it. She was hoping someone would free her from this torture. But instead the images of her bondage was being sent around the world of fetish.

Meanwhile in the fetish stop across the road from Sarah, James the manager of the shop was having his break. He was checking a heavy bondage tumblr and spotted the image of Sarah. At first he thought is was a normal rubber suit and self bondage session. He then saw a time lapses video from the start and could see the gimp suit change colour. He watched the video a couple of times and then started researching it. He wanted to know where it come from and when it was uploaded. After 15 minutes of rubber bondage websites and tumblrs, James found it. It was one of the websites, Sarah was a member of. He looked through the pictures on her profile and read her comments section. A comment a couple of days ago, made him sit up. It was about the fetish shop opening soon and how she wanted some new kinky stuff. He looked at the rubber suit and thought it looked like a prototype they had built.

He quickly checked the research area and found stuff was missing. He told the other staff about the missing equipment and the images. They had no idea it was missing and looked back at the CCTV. They saw someone break into the back warehouse at some point last night. Filled with anger and frustration at the crime, James walked outside to get same fresh air. A lot of hard work had gone into making that prototype and it was almost ready to go. He walked around outside for a bit and then had an idea. He would ask door to door if anyone had seen anything. James did not want the police to be called. The media would love a story like this and would not help the opening of the shop.

He also didn't want the police looking round the warehouse as he was working on more devilish devices. James started knocking on doors and asking questions as he worked his way down the street. One by one he was told the same thing by the home owners. They had seen nothing odd and could not help. He was starting to give up as he walked up the stairs of a house opposite the fetish shop. He ring the door bell and waited for someone to answer. It looked like no one was home and he was about to walk away. When he got down on his knees and shouted through the letterbox. He just finished shouting hello, when it hit him. A very strong smell coming from within the house.

He had spend a long time working on the stink suit and knew what the smell was like first hand. The conclusion hit him like a train. The stink suit was inside the house right in front of him. And so was the person who stole it. He ran back to the shop and told everyone to take a break. He told them it had been a busy day and they needed a rest before the night crowd turned up. He also told them to put the crime out of their mind. The time was 6pm and James told them to be back for 10pm.

James waited for them all to leave the shop and then put his plan in action. He knew the smell of the rubber suit would be horrible and the house looked locked. So he picked a pair of rubber gloves, a lock picking set, bottle of chloroform, pair of pliers and a rubber gas mask. He pulled his hands into the rubber gloves and put the pliers and lock picking set into his pocket. He then forced the rubber gas mask over his head. It was a very short trip from the fetish shop to Sarah's front door. Luckily no one was around to see him as he crossed the road. Breathing through the filter of the gas mask was hard work as he once again called through the letterbox. The lights where on and James started to pick the lock. The reason he had the lock picking set was to release stuck bondage equipment. He had used it a number of times and quickly got the door the open. He slowly moved inside the house and closed the door behind him. His jaw dropped as he entered the living room and saw Sarah in real life for the first.

She was passed out or asleep as he walked up to her cage. The green suit was skin tight against her perfect body. He could see the cuffs and chains which kept her captive. Her laptop was still filming her and needed to be turned off. Moving slowly and with one eye on her motionless body, he reached over the top of the laptop. His index finger finding the off button and the computer was dead. Her eye stayed closed as he moved the computer out the way. He had a good look at the helpless broken girl as air sucked through his gas mask. He then looked an the self bondage release mechanism.

She had set it up completely wrong and was lucky to be found. She could have been trapped in that cage for the rest of her life. He was walking around the cage and took a couple of photos as he did so. He freed the set of keys from the release mechanism and started undoing the cuffs and padlocks. She was dead to the world as he opened the door and removed the remaining cuffs. Her body was now folded over in the cage and he could see the sweat and piss roll around the inside of the suit. He took the bottle of chloroform out his pocket and placed it next to her nose. She was already out cold and he hoped the bottle would kept her that way. He dragged her out the cage as the chains clicked and the rubber squeaked.

James picked her and was holding her in his arms. He was thinking about if he would be seen as he ran across the road and into the fetish shop. He slowly opened the door and looked both way down the street. It was empty and he quickly ran to the safety of the shop. With her arms and legs hanging lifelessly as they reached the door to the warehouse. He quickly rushed through the door and laid her down on the floor. He went back to her house and grabbed the cage and other bondage equipment. He once again crossed the road and put it next to Sarah.

The next day.

Sarah slowly opened her beautiful eyes and quickly realized she was not wearing the transparent hood any more. She was delighted to find her gag had been taken away from her as well. What the hell had happened to her. She may have gone to sleep or passed out. She tried moving her arms and legs and find them to be free from the cuffs that kept her bound. She was still wearing her horrible smelling suit and she found it hard to breath of a couple of minutes. She struggled to get on her feet and as her hands hit the solid steel walls of her small cell.

Her thick green rubber suit was squeaking as she put her weight on her feet. It was then she saw the leather collar with a heavy metal chain linking her to the ceiling. She moved her hands straight to her throat and tried to remove the collar. The odor coming from her hands was making her gag. She pulled and pushed on the collar and she could not get it to move. She then saw a food and water bowl by her feet. She had not eaten in over 24 hours. She dropped to her knees and started feeding herself. The rice was the best thing she had ever had and the water was amazing.

She soon emptied the bowls and placed her back against the cold steel walls. She opened her legs and rolled her fingers along her pussy lips. The rubber was making a fantastic sound as she did this. Rubbing her clit with one hand and slapping her pussy lips with the other. She moved her hands as fast as she could and was soon moaning loudly in her small cell. She was trying to forget about her suit and almost fatal self bondage session. She just wanted to orgasm again and again. Her cunt was wet and her hand moved to her tits as she hit the edge. Squeezing her nipples and playing with her perfect breasts as she folded over and orgasmed. She then placed her stinking hand over her mouth and nose as she struggled to cum again. She stroked her cunt with lighting speed as she blocked her airways. Gripping her nose and mouth as tightly as she could. Breath control was a real fetish for her and she soon cum again. She kept her mouth covered and enjoyed the kinky smells coming from the suit.

It was then she spotted the camera in the ceiling of her cell. Right next to it was a small black speaker. The second she looked at it, it become alive.

"I see you are now awake. It's about time, you have been out for 9 hours. You must have had a great time doing your self bondage session. Did you enjoy taking the stuff from my warehouse. Did you get a shock as the suit started charging and filling your house with horrible smells. I am going to turn you into a test subject. I have other prototypes I want you to wear. But first I want you to love the stink suit and see how long it takes and how many times you wank. You will stay in this cell for the next week and be given food and drink once a day. Oh and all your time is being filmed and put online."

Sarah could feel her hands move unconsciously towards her cunt. The idea for being a test subject for a sex shop was a real turn on.

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