Chapter 5
Winter had settled over the city, blanketing the streets in frost while inside, Club Abyss thrived in its own peculiar warmth. For Nadia, the cold outside was nothing compared to the ever-present heat within her rubber confinement. Months had passed, and she had adapted to her reality, each day filled with sweat, discipline, and an unwavering struggle against the urges her chastity belt denied her.
But Elise was never one to let things remain stagnant.
It was Evelyn who first approached Nadia with an offer. "Elise has proposed another challenge," she said smoothly. "If you win, you will have a full month free from your belt."
Nadia stiffened. A month without the belt? It was almost unfathomable. She would be able to fully satisfy her built up and long denied desires, for a full month. But she knew Elise too well to trust such an offer blindly.
"And if I lose?" Nadia asked, already wary.
Evelyn's smile was knowing. "The Rings of Eternal Longing. Elise insists it's 'just in case.'"
Nadia's stomach twisted. She had heard of the rings, their cursed nature ensuring that any attempt at relief would only deepen the torment of denial. She shook her head. "No. Absolutely not."
Evelyn didn't seem surprised. "Then perhaps a different incentive?"
Nadia folded her arms, glaring. "I'm not playing a game where I only stand to suffer."
That was when Evelyn delivered the second offer. "Elise is willing to alter the terms. If you win, you will be free from the chastity belt for one month and you will be released from your rubber suit immediately, tally completed. No more sweating, no more restrictions."
Nadia hesitated. The weight of the rubber, the suffocating heat, the daily struggle to endure it - it was all-consuming. Even if her chastity remained locked away, the idea of simply feeling the cool air on her skin was overwhelming.
"And if I lose?" she asked, more cautious this time.
"Then the Rings remain your forfeit," Evelyn replied.
The challenge would be another statue game, one hour again, the same trial that had humiliated Nadia before.
"I am very sure that you can’t orgasm from your nipples. I understand your hesitation to risk the Rings with their nipple caps. You might excite yourself with your nipples now, fan the fires you can’t extinguish. Since you can’t orgasm just by your nipples, it is not that big of a loss for you. Elise just wants to make sure that it stays this way in the future, and that you won’t learn it eventually, if your desperation grows further by your indefinite chastity. She wants to make sure you won’t find any way to orgasm while you are serving your time in the belt. She doesn’t want you to find any way of masturbating, if you can call breast play that. She called it ‘insurance’ against you eventually finding any sexual satisfaction. It is to ‘just be sure’… Your Rings will not be permanent either, they will be worn only as long as the belt."
Nadia exhaled slowly, weighing the risks. A month free of the belt had been tempting but too risky. This, however - this she could justify. The immediate release from the terrible rubber suit was worth fighting for. Finally, she nodded. "Okay. I accept under the condition I don’t be in full latex for the challenge. A bathing suit instead, I don’t want to risk again that sweat runs into the balancing heels making them slippery."
"Agreed. But it will be crotch-open, just as the rubber suit. You remember the harness that will catch you, if you fall. Shall we proceed then, my dear?"
Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she made it official.
Elise, meanwhile, had already begun planning her victory. She had every intention of ensuring that the result would be no different this time.
And, just before the meeting ended, she entertained a quiet, delicious thought - perhaps just one drop of oil, carefully placed, would be all it took to seal Nadia’s fate once more.
The night of the challenge arrived with a tension that gripped Club Abyss in its invisible hold. The air pulsed with anticipation, the usual thrumming bass of the music subdued in favor of the whispered conversations that swept through the gathered audience. On the grand stage, Evelyn stood between the two opponents, her presence commanding and cool.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Evelyn announced, her voice carrying effortlessly, "tonight we witness a test of endurance, poise, and control. Nadia, should she win, will be released from her rubber confinement for the foreseeable future. But should she fail, she will be fitted with the Rings of Eternal Longing, ensuring her chastity is never anything less than absolute."
A murmur rippled through the audience.
The attendants stepped forward, presenting the specialized footwear for the challenge. As before, these shoes were quickly securely to the stage - once stepped into, there would be no adjusting, no shifting. The heel of the shoe was replaced by a single, dull spike, forcing the wearer onto the balls of their feet in a precarious balancing act.
Nadia, freshly released from her rubber suit for the first time that evening, exhaled, savoring the cool air against her bare skin. It was a temporary relief, one that she refused to take for granted. Across from her, Elise was already poised, her stance effortless as she apparently examined the setup.
Elise, always careful, always planning ahead, had prepared for this moment. While adjusting her own stance, she subtly let a few precise drops of silicone oil spill onto the central point of the bolted down heels, Nadia’s designated spot. It was a calculated move, invisible to all but her, and enough to shift the odds decisively in her favor. Nobody seemed to notice. Nadia was guided into the heels, barefoot, dressed in only a black latex bathing suit, the open crotch hidden behind the harness’ needle lined crotch piece. Black leather straps held her ankles, knees, thighs together, as well as several straps securing her arms to her sides.
Evelyn raised her hand. "The challenge begins now. If she falls, the harness will catch her."
For the first few moments, Nadia remained steady, her focus absolute. The burning in her calves was tolerable, her breaths controlled. Down on the dance floor, Elise stood motionless, her expression unreadable.
The heat of the stage lights bore down on her bare skin, fresh beads of sweat forming along her spine. Every muscle in her body screamed for relief. The murmurs in the audience quieted as they watched her struggle, minute shifts barely noticeable but devastating in their consequence.
But then it began.
The first telltale shift was subtle - a slow, almost imperceptible slide beneath the balls of her feet. Nadia's breath hitched. Her once-firm grounding had become treacherous. Her thighs trembled as she fought to adjust, but the oil had done its work. Nadia was concerned, she sweated, but she didn’t sweat nearly as heavily as in the rubber suit. Still the heels felt a bit slippery already.
Then, the breaking point.
Nadia’s foot slid just slightly - enough to shift her weight backward, enough to send the dull spike under her heel pressing sharply into her tender sole. A sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could swallow it down, and in that instant, her scream cut through the air.
As if in slow motion, she couldn’t stabilize and leaned too much forward, her heels high enough over the spikes but her toes slipping out of the heels. Ever so slowly she tilted forward, screaming "No!!!" and as her feet left the heels, the harness caught her descent towards the stage floor. The needles dug deep and painfully into her crotch, violating her nether region, the needles invading her intimate area. Her "No!" turned into an "Ooooo" without interruption as the harness carried her full weight.
The crowd erupted. Some cheered, others murmured in sympathy, but all eyes were on Nadia as she trembled, desperately trying to regain her footing even though the match had already ended. Elise finally moved, stretching her arms gracefully as she let a satisfied sigh escape her lips.
She dangled in the harness, flopping helplessly in its bounds, screaming at the top of her lungs. Evelyn drank in the sight of her twitching bare soles and her pretty behind as she spasmed slowly in her suspension bondage, absorbing and relishing her pain.
"Nadia is out!" she announced .
The words fell like a hammer, final and unrelenting.
"A good effort," she mused, stepping toward Nadia, her smirk widening. The attendants let her down back onto the stage, releasing her from the lewd harness.
"But some things never change." Evelyn approached, her expression unreadable. "Elise, you have won." One silent attendant stepped forward, carrying a velvet cushion. Upon it gleamed the needle-lined Rings of Eternal Longing, complete with their caps, polished and waiting to seal her nipples away. The audience hushed as Evelyn gestured toward them.
"Your prize awaits, Nadia," she murmured, her smile dark with amusement.
Elise reclined on her plush, velvet sofa, a steaming cup of tea delicately balanced between her fingers. The city skyline stretched out before her through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, the lights glittering like stars in the urban abyss. She adored this view. It was hers - just like everything else in her life.
She was a woman who got what she wanted. Always. Her beauty had ensured that. Long legs, a sculpted frame, striking features that made men weak at the knees and women either envious or infatuated. But it wasn’t just her looks. No, Elise had mastered the art of manipulation. She understood desire, knew how to bend it, twist it, turn it into a weapon sharper than any blade. It was her power, and she wielded it without hesitation.
And yet, tonight, she wasn’t focused on seduction or conquest. Tonight, her thoughts were singularly occupied by Nadia.
A slow smirk curled her lips as she swirled the liquid in her glass. Nadia, the self-righteous fool who had once dared to challenge her for Alexandru. It had been more than three and a half years, but Elise could still recall every detail of that ridiculous duel. Nadia, full of reckless pride, had thought she could win. Thought she could take from Elise what was rightfully hers.
And look where she ended up.
Elise let out a soft, mirthless chuckle. The stakes of that duel had been set by Nadia herself, in all her naivety. The loser would be locked into a chastity belt for as long as the winner remained with Alexandru. Nadia had walked into her own undoing, believing she had a real chance. And now, years later, she still suffered for her arrogance. Indefinite chastity. A sentence of her own making.
But Elise wasn’t satisfied with that alone. No, there was something deeply thrilling about dragging out Nadia’s suffering, about watching her squirm as her options narrowed, as every ounce of defiance was chipped away. Elise wanted more. She wanted to see Nadia beg. To break. With breaking Nadia, maybe her own cracks would start to heal.
That’s why she had challenged her into the upgraded rubber suit. She had been there, watching as Nadia fought against the stifling material, as the frustration crept into her every movement, as she realized that she had been tricked yet again. The way the latex clung to her, shaping her suffering, encasing her in silent torment - it was delicious.
And now? Now Elise wanted to take it further. She sipped her tea, eyes narrowing as she considered the next step. She had to be careful. Pushing too hard, too soon, might make Nadia desperate enough to truly rebel, to say firmly no to future challenges. And that wouldn’t do. No, this needed to be slow and seductive. Yesterday she had accepted the Rings. Nadia had to think she still had some control. Had to believe she was choosing her own fate, all while Elise guided her deeper and deeper into submission.
The rubber bedding was a perfect next step. Subtle, but insidious. If Evelyn agreed to that challenge, then it wouldn’t just be waking hours that tormented Nadia - her very sleep would be claimed by latex. There would be no reprieve, no true comfort, no moment where she wasn’t aware of her own confinement. And that was how true surrender began. Under her control.
Yet, beneath Elise’s carefully crafted confidence, there was something else - something she refused to acknowledge. A fear. A need.
Nadia had once stood against her, and part of Elise still couldn’t bear that. She had to prove her superiority over and over again, and risk her very own soles in that duel. She had been at risk for that very same belt. Normally, things came her way on their own. She was challenged to fight. She had to ensure that Nadia never rose above her again. What if, somehow, Nadia found an escape? What if, by some stroke of fate, she managed to win? That could never happen.
That’s why Elise was willing to cheat. Just as she had with the silicone oil. Just as she would again, if it came to it. Because there was one thing she could never allow - Nadia experiencing even a single moment of relief.
Especially now.
Nadia had not just lost yet another challenge, one that Elise had carefully orchestrated, no, this was significant. The infamous Rings of Eternal Longing with their nipple shields had been placed on her, heightening her suffering in ways she had never before endured. The rings increased her desire, amplified every craving, every denied release, making the chastity infinitely more unbearable. They worked with cruel precision, ensuring that her torment was now both mental and physical, making every waking moment a battle against her own yearning. And it was glorious.
The idea of tormenting Nadia with fleeting offers of reprieve had crossed Elise’s mind before. She could dangle it in front of her, promise her an orgasm, finally - only to cruelly ensure that it would never happen. A game of constant denial, a cycle of false hope. Perhaps Evelyn would play along. But deep down, Elise knew she would never truly let Nadia taste freedom. Not once.
She was venomous about not giving Nadia the tiniest break. She would tip the scales, manipulate the odds, do whatever it took to ensure that Nadia never found even a second of satisfaction. The thought of Nadia, desperately yearning for something she would never have, was intoxicating.
And, if she were honest, she enjoyed it. Nadia’s sexual frustration was intoxicating to her. Controlling that aspect of her life. The knowledge that every moment, every breath, every thought was shadowed by an insatiable, unreachable desire. Elise loved the idea of keeping her there, keeping her desperate, keeping her aching, dripping. Now controlling the material in which she had to sleep.
She ran a finger along the rim of her cup, considering other possibilities. The rubber coffin. The heavy suit. Resets to her tally count, ensuring she would never escape. There were so many ways to stretch this out, to make sure Nadia never truly saw an end to her torment. And that was the goal, wasn’t it? To see her accept it. To see her realize she couldn’t fight anymore. To break her not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, utterly.
She envisioned how far this could go. Would Nadia give up entirely? Would she reach the point where she no longer questioned, no longer resisted? Elise wanted to find out. She wanted to see her sink into it, to see her own identity erode under the weight of her predicament. Would there be the point where Nadia offered herself to her, as a personal latex toy? A pet girl, maybe? She had one, once, for a brief time. Samira, the student she tutored. When she experimented with finding her dominance, learning how to manipulate people.
She shifted slightly, stretching her legs, letting the silk of her robe slide over her smooth skin. The thought of it, the sheer power of it, sent a thrill down her spine.
Nadia had once thought she could stand on equal footing with her. Thought she could take Alexandru, thought she could win. But she had been wrong. And now, she was paying the price.
Elise sighed, draining the last of her tea.
Soon, she would have her completely, a feline smile creeping over her face. The little grey retail mouse would finally understand that she had never been anything but prey.
And Elise?
She would savor every second of it.
She retreated into her bedroom, to thoroughly enjoy her body to satisfaction in ways that Nadia could not. She stripped out of her robe and slid under the covers, letting her hands roam.
In darker nights, she would look under the bed instead. There, tucked away beneath her bed was a box lined with velvet. Inside lay the remains of another life: her sister’s favorite necklace, the melted corner of a calendar, and a photograph, her diary, scorched at the edges. Her therapist had called it survivor’s guilt. Elise called it failure. Her parents hadn’t blamed her. No, they had buried her in gifts and dresses and praise. Princess Elise, flawless and adored. But the pedestal was a prison. Perfection became her armor. Love, a performance. Even now, she never let Alexandru see the cracks. Especially not him. She fed his idea of her because she needed him to believe it. If he ever doubted her strength, she might collapse under her own myth. He saw her as untouchable. Powerful. In Control. She fed that illusion like it was oxygen. She needed it. She was in control, always. Without it, she would suffocate. Without it, she would implode like a dying star under its own gravity, going supernova.
Winter had settled deeply into the city. Wrapped in her heavier latex suit, she had long since accepted its suffocating embrace as a part of her existence. At first, she had struggled - the added thickness, the constant awareness of the gloves encasing her fingers, the turtleneck that framed her face so tightly. But over time, she had grown used to the
second skin, and now, she moved through her daily life with a kind of resigned confidence. Where once she had dreaded the stares of strangers, she now barely registered them. If anything, the whispers and curious glances from passersby only reinforced the inevitability of her situation. She belonged to rubber now.
The Rings of Eternal Longing were harsher than she had expected. While she did not play with her nipples too much before, now they were completely inaccessible. Worse, however, was that the Rings seemed to hold her nipples hostage. There was always a little pressure. When she was relaxed and not thinking about her chastity belt for once, she could have sworn that they tightened, almost in a sucking motion. Impossible. But they seemed to have a life of their own. Combined with the rubber suit, it slowly drove her crazy. She needed to get the rubber off of her.
On many nights the Rings seemed to have not only a life-force, but they seemed to actively suck on her nipples. Like the lips of a ghost, demanding her attention. Erecting nipples were greeted by the needles lining the inside of the caps. Her fingers could not reach them, neither to intensify the feeling nor to save her nipples from the ghostly touch. An exquisite feeling. Not painful. Demanding. Unraveling.
It did not mean she had lost all desire for relief. The opposite. The Rings kept her hot, bothered, and utterly frustrated. And Elise knew exactly how to exploit that.
One evening, only two months after her failed statue challenge, Evelyn delivered the invitation. "Elise has proposed a new challenge for you. She’s seen you are getting restless and she wants to increase your suffering even more," she said smoothly, setting the letter on the polished bar counter. "But as a counter offer, she offers you something you’ve longed for and which might be worth a try. She would duel you personally in a dance. No balance act, just a test of who is the stronger woman. A duel of the soles."
Nadia picked up the envelope, her latex-gloved fingers sliding over the embossed seal. She opened it cautiously, her heart pounding as she read the terms inside. If she won, Elise was offering her something nearly unthinkable: twelve releases from chastity, once per month for a full year. The idea sent a shiver through her - such a prize was much needed now that the rings drove her to insanity.
But there was always a price.
If she lost, Elise had crafted yet another layer to deepen her submission to rubber. "Rubber bedding?" Nadia muttered aloud, eyes narrowing. "She wants to dictate how I sleep now?"
Evelyn chuckled, sipping her wine. "Indeed. Full latex sheets, pillowcases, blankets - your entire bed transformed into something befitting your existence. You would be wrapped in it every night, just as you are during the day. A fitting evolution, wouldn’t you say?"
Nadia clenched her jaw, her mind torn between the stakes. The offer of periodic release was intoxicating, but the penalty - it was so lewd. Unlike the suit, which she had at least mentally compartmentalized, her bed had been her last untouched sanctuary. The thought of surrendering even that space to rubber made her stomach twist.
"And if I don’t accept?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
Evelyn smiled knowingly. "You can just complete your tally, your road to freedom is that simple. But if you can’t wait, then Elise will simply wait. And we both know she always finds a way to bring you back to the stage. You will accept eventually, or how well are you coping with the belt and rings?" Evelyn focused her gaze sharply on her.
Nadia exhaled sharply. As if on cue, the rings seemed to suck on her nipples, to pulsate. She felt herself lubricating immediately. The ever present needle pad inside her chastity belt greeted her nub as it grew erect. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth.
There was no escaping Elise’s games, not truly. And despite herself, she felt a familiar pull - one that whispered that maybe, just maybe, she could win this time. Twelve releases from the chastity that was slowly but surely eroding her. A chance to regain something.
"If I win, I also demand three months out of the suit, with the months counting against my tally."
Evelyn was surprisingly quick to respond, "Anticipated. But for one month, as before. Don’t be greedy." She set the letter down with finality.
"Tell her I accept."
Evelyn's smile widened. "Of course, my dear. I’ll make all the necessary arrangements. The stage will be set, and the night will be one to remember."
And so, the duel was arranged for the next weekend. Elise would have her chance to tighten her rival’s bonds, and Nadia would have her chance - perhaps her last - to at relative freedom for a while. The air in Abyss crackled with anticipation, and both women prepared for the dance that would define their future.
On velvet cushions, the infamous Stilettos of the Languished Arches were brought out. Two pairs, their spikes dormant in the shoes’ insoles. Nadia was led behind the curtain, her restrictive suit being replaced with a simple black latex dress allowing for fluid movement, long sleeves, reaching from her neck to the pencil style parts just at her knees. Elise would dance as she was, in a simple but elegant latex costume. As the final items, the Heels went onto their bare feet and locked in place with a click.
The music erupted, pulsing with hypnotic intensity as the duel began. The crowd leaned forward in anticipation, eager to witness yet another contest of endurance and dominance unfold on Abyss’s grand stage. Nadia and Elise moved in unison at first, their bodies attuned to the rhythm, their heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. But beneath the surface, unseen by the audience, Elise had prepared for this moment in ways Nadia never could have expected.
From the moment Elise stepped onto the stage, she felt almost nothing - not the sharp kiss of the spikes in her heels beneath her soles, not the punishments that should have come with every misstep. She felt the spikes, but it was very endurable. Her secret weapon? A carefully applied local anesthetic creme, rendering her feet less perceptive to pain for the duration of the dance. The ibuprofen had helped her before, but it was only a small reprieve. This cream, however, was potent. She would dance without fear. It was a trick, ensuring she would not be undone by the very tools meant to test them both. She could move freely, unburdened by the stakes that would weigh on Nadia with every step.
Nadia, on the other hand, felt everything.
The sharp stabs beneath her feet forced her into precision, into rigid, controlled movements. Every miscalculation sent a dull, pressing pain into her arches and heels, punishing the slightest hesitation. But she gritted her teeth and danced through it, refusing to falter. She had come too far, suffered too much, to lose to Elise’s smug confidence. And yet, something felt off. Elise moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, her footwork too fluid, too unbothered by the treacherous footwear they both wore.
As the tempo of the song increased, so did the challenge. The beats demanded faster steps, quicker shifts in weight, and more dangerous footwork. Nadia had trained for this, endured for this - but Elise, unburdened by sensation, had the advantage. With each passing moment, Nadia felt her muscles scream, her balance waver, and her willpower stretched to its limit.
Elise noticed. And she capitalized on it.
Smirking, she spun a fraction too close to Nadia, her presence an unspoken taunt. "You’re holding up well, considering," she murmured just loud enough for Nadia to hear over the music. "But I can see it - you’re starting to break."
Nadia didn’t respond. She couldn’t waste the energy on trash talk. Every ounce of focus was spent keeping herself upright, keeping her rhythm precise, ignoring the relentless sting underfoot.
Then, the final challenge of the duel arrived. A rapid, complex sequence of steps, designed to test precision and endurance alike. Elise executed it flawlessly, her movements effortless, untouched by hesitation or pain. And then it was Nadia’s turn.
She pushed herself forward, forcing her body to obey, to match Elise step for step. But the pain - the unbearable pressure of every needle beneath her weight - distracted her at the worst possible moment. A single misstep. A shift too slow. Imbalance, erratic movements out of sync with the music.
The spikes pushed upwards mercilessly, into her unprotected, soft soles. She stumbled, and went down on her knees while crying out. The spikes extended fully as the weight was taken off of the heels, pressing themselves painfully deep into the skin under her feet.
It was not the biggest of errors, but it was enough. Enough for Evelyn, watching like a hawk, to raise her hand and declare, "Nadia has lost!"
The crowd roared. Some in triumph, others in sympathy, but the result was undeniable. Nadia had indeed lost.
Elise, victorious once more, let out a satisfied breath and turned toward her fallen opponent. "You almost had it," she mused, feigning sincerity. "But ‘almost’ is never enough, is it?"
Nadia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her frustration mounting as Evelyn approached. She wanted to scream, to demand a rematch, to call out her desire to escape the rubber that would be now waiting for her. And worst of all - she had accepted the stakes willingly.
Two attendants stepped forward, carrying a velvet cushion. Upon it lay a neatly folded set of deep black latex sheets, pillowcases, and a comforter - all gleaming under the stage lights, the material identical to her ever-present suit.
Evelyn gestured toward them, her smile razor-sharp. "Your prize awaits, Nadia. From this night forward, your sleep will be as fitting as your waking hours. In rubber."
Nadia swallowed hard, dizzy, feeling her last shred of control slip through her fingers. Even in rest, this time would be no escape from her descent into rubber.
Elise, standing tall in victory, simply smiled.
The lights dimmed to a near hush, leaving only the shimmer of crimson reflections rippling across the lacquered stage floor of Abyss. The air felt thick with latex heat and lingering drama. Nadia, now seated in the front row, barely registered her own posture. Her legs were pressed together tightly, her breathing shallow beneath the veil of her hooded rubber ensemble. She still had to comprehend her loss, the announcement echoing in her mind: nightly rubber bedding, from this evening forward, every single night.
And now Evelyn stood once more at the edge of the stage, her poise unfazed, her voice sharp as glass.
"Guests of Abyss," she purred, letting her gaze wash over the crowd. "Before we close this evening of exquisite challenge and consequence, one last ceremony remains."
A murmur passed through the chamber.
Evelyn turned toward the wings. "Alina. Come to the stage."
The name alone sent a ripple through the audience. Nadia sat up straighter. Her breath caught. The Ice Princess.
The woman who had fallen to Valeria's dance duel. The one who had served five full years. A moment later, Alina emerged.
Her pace was measured, every movement deliberate. She wore no elaborate costume, no shining dress. Just a long black latex gown, smooth and shiny, clinging to her thin frame like the skin of a shadow. Her arms were bare. Her neck was unadorned. She walked in heels, silent.
The change in her was undeniable. Her cheeks were more hollow. Her eyes, once cold and calculating, now held something else: the stillness of someone who had lived with silence too long. Five years of denial hadn’t broken her. But they had changed her. Her beauty had taken on something stark, unearthly. Her dignity was not gone, but calcified, as if wrapped in a glass shell.
Evelyn extended a gloved hand. Alina stepped into the light.
"Tonight," Evelyn said, "we mark the end of a sentence that few believed would be completed. Five years of enforced chastity, under the laws of Abyss. Without exception. Without relief."
A low murmur rolled through the guests. Even in this place, five years was nearly mythic.
Evelyn turned to Alina. "Tell them."
Alina swallowed. Her voice was quiet, but clear. "It was endless."
She looked out over the crowd, her eyes settling briefly, and almost without intent, on Nadia.
"I thought I knew denial," Alina continued. "I thought I could outlast it. Control it. But after the first year, it changed. I changed. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about being untouched. About knowing that part of me was not mine anymore. That even my need had a leash. That any desire would go unanswered, unseen, unspoken."
Nadia clenched her thighs involuntarily. Her lips parted, but she made no sound. She had worn her belt for not even four years yet. But now, watching Alina, she realized how shallow that time still was.
Alina went on, softly. "There were nights I thought I didn’t feel anything anymore. No heat. No ache. Only denial. I tried to forget what it was like. But the belt… it never let me forget."
Evelyn stepped closer, her tone more intimate now. "And yet you made it."
Alina nodded, but without triumph. Only finality. From the first row, Valeria rose. Her presence was as sharp as ever, heels striking against the stage as she ascended beside Evelyn, her fitted crimson coat gleaming. The woman who had sentenced Alina stood once again beside her.
"She made it," Valeria said, her voice carrying across the hush. "But only because she declined the chance to challenge herself."
Alina turned slightly. Their eyes met.
"You endured, Ice Princess. I won’t deny that. But there was a moment you could have risked it all, could have doubled down and taken your fate into your own hands. You could have freed yourself earlier. You didn’t."
There was no venom in Valeria’s voice. Only a quiet disappointment. She looked out at the audience. Evelyn spoke, "Let that be a lesson. Sometimes survival is just choosing to obey."
She gave Evelyn a nod and stepped back from the stage.
Evelyn turned, gesturing to a low pedestal beside them. On it lay a single object: a key, gleaming under the spotlight.
"The lock to her belt was sealed in this club five years ago. It has not been opened apart from supervised hygiene visits since, our silent attendants always ensuring nothing touched her where she needed to be touched. Tonight, we return to her what was taken."
The audience hushed further, breathless.
Evelyn lifted the key and walked behind Alina. With slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of the latex gown, letting it peel open. The crowd leaned forward. There it was.
The belt.
Steel, gleaming, high-waisted. Elegant and cruel. Its contours, still pristine. Its lock intact. A symbol of time, of control, of isolation incarnate. Evelyn knelt.
Click.
The key turned in the front plate. A simple act, but impossible to achieve by Alina alone. And then it just dropped, the tension within the belt gave way. Alina exhaled. It was barely audible. Not a sob. Not a moan. Just the release of breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding for half a decade.
Evelyn stood and stepped back. "You are free."
No fanfare. No applause. Just silence. Nadia couldn’t move. Her entire body had gone cold. Her hands trembled in her lap, her eyes fixed on Alina. She should have looked relieved, overjoyed. But she didn’t. She looked emptied.
Five years. And Nadia herself faced a sentence without end.
As if on cue, as if she could read Nadia’s thoughts, Elise leaned over from her seat behind Nadia, her lips brushing the edge of her latex hood. Her whisper was like ice. "Four years for me, my beloved rubber pet. Four years. And still not a single release. Yours won’t end either. Not ever."
Nadia flinched. The whisper slid straight into her spine. Goosebumps formed under her latex suit, joined by small rivulets of sweat running down her back. Her lips parted slightly in shock, her eyes flicking to Elise, but the other woman only smiled and looked ahead as if nothing had passed between them.
Evelyn met Nadia’s eyes then. A single glance. She didn’t smile. Just looked. As if to say: This is your future, too. Nadia looked away. In the shadow of another woman's release, Nadia once more saw the true depth of her captivity.
The nights were the worst.
Nadia had accepted the reality of her suit long ago. She had no choice - sixteen hours a day in rubber was non negotiable, a condition she could not escape. The only way to avoid complete 16 hour, full-time enclosure was to make those last eight hours count. Night had been the only time she had left to herself, the only time she wasn’t required to tally her hours, sleeping free of her suit. Or, if she wanted to enjoy her latex-free hours during the day, she had to sleep in the suit. Skipping hours would not be feasible as the alternative was worse - if she failed to keep up her required time, she knew the tally would be reset, and she’d be right back at the beginning of her year-long ordeal, after a stifling and mind-breaking month in the rubber coffin. The thought was unbearable.
The evening she had come home after her challenge, silent Abyss attendants accompanied her. They vanished into her bedroom and gestured for her to wait. They were three and with supernatural swiftness emerged back just a few minutes later. They gave her a silent nod and left. She went in… her bed, her former retreat was remade into a sea of gleaming black rubber. She checked her cabinet, her cotton and linen bedsheets were gone. A note, placed upon her latex pillow, read:
"In rubber you shall sleep. There are hidden sensors embedded. You can clean the bed as needed, remove the bedding and wash it. You will sleep in it every night. You may sleep in the nude or in your rubber suit to make tally. You may not sleep on your couch, at friends or hotels. Trying to cheat will be noticed and we will reset your tally, after you serve your penance in the rubber coffin."
Adding the rubber bedding had transformed her nights from a brief respite into another layer of torment. The moment she lay down, the latex sheets clung to her, trapping the warmth of her own nude body against her skin. No matter how cool she kept her apartment, the bed absorbed every degree of warmth, turning her nights into an unrelenting cycle of sweat and discomfort. She would wake up drenched, the material beneath her slick with moisture, forcing her to toss and turn, only to find no escape from its suffocating embrace.
But the worst part of all was the slipperiness. The rubber made every restless movement exaggerated, amplifying the sensations she had been trying so hard to suppress. She couldn’t help but notice the way her body slid under the sheets, how even the smallest shift made her hyper-aware of her own chastity. The way the latex slid over her capped nipples when she slept in the nude. The frustration built, night after night, until sleep became just another battle she couldn’t win. Her fingernails raked over the metal of her panties in more than one hour, in more than one night. Her inner thighs were slick not from sweat. It was driving her to the edge … of sanity.
She had tried, in the beginning, to sleep without the suit, hoping that stripping off the extra layer would offer some relief. But the sensation of bare skin against the latex sheets was somehow worse. The rubber clung to her, shifting unnaturally with every movement, constantly reminding her of its presence. It made her feel vulnerable, exposed in a way that set her teeth on edge. She had lasted only two nights before she gave up and returned to wearing the suit to bed. If she had to suffer, at least she could do so in the way she had grown accustomed to. This way she had at least 8 hours in the day to be out of her latex.
The scent of roasted beans hung thick in the air, curling around the hum of low music and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. Their café was cloaked in the dim warmth of twilight through the wide front windows. Elise sat across from Alexandru in their usual corner booth, a smooth espresso in front of her, his drink untouched.
"Tonight, she will not sleep well," Elise said, stirring a swirl of cream into the black liquid. Her eyes gleamed, tired but satisfied. "Full rubber bed sheets, sensors, the whole setup."
Alexandru chuckled softly. "So, the saleswoman finally surrendered to her place."
"Oh, you call her saleswoman now? I thought you still had a thing for her," Elise said, her voice darkened.
Alexandru blushed. A bit too much, but she noticed. "No, not anymore. You know that. I like the situation she is in. The latex submission, the chastity, her bondage. But my heart is with you."
Elise didn’t answer, her pupil contracting. "She’s deeper in than she even realizes," Elise murmured. She took a sip, then leaned back, gaze drifting to the low-lit ceiling. "You remember the old days? When we all signed those ridiculous contracts? Just so that you know it: I will destroy Nadia completely. And no-one is going to stop me."
Elise's face hardened, setting her drink down. "She knows, though. Knows she can’t back out. Remember Lysa on the Sybian?"
They both fell silent, the gravity of that statement lingering between them.
"She signed, long ago, just like we all did, when we decided to become full members and wanted to return for more than a third time," Alexandru finally said. "Evelyn filmed the consent, performed the initiation, and let the club document it all, like for all of us. There’s no undoing it. Not without cost."
Elise traced her finger around the rim of her glass. "The Contract is unrelenting. No running away without ruin." She recalled her own moment.
The room had been dimly lit, lined with velvet and gloss. The air had smelled faintly of latex and ink. She had stood in front of Evelyn in full attire - high-polish rubber, heels tall enough to threaten balance, her face painted with stoic calm. She had to dress in rubber herself for the occasion, and the first few visits afterwards, as she was not in any position of power or dominance yet. Evelyn insisted, as she was asked to submit to the Abyss, and one doesn’t say no to Evelyn.
Somewhere in their membership discussion with Evelyn, she had been handed her contract - thick, elegant, and in a folder bound in ancient leather.
"Elisabetha," Evelyn had said, addressing her by her full name. "You know and understand that Abyss is merely the demiurge in our proceedings."
"Demiurge, what do you mean?"
"Seems the highly educated Elisabetha is not familiar with ancient Greek philosophy? The Greek philosophers discussed the demiurge as a minor creator, which brings ideas into being. A minor god. Abyss is exactly that. The canvas onto which the members can write their stories. The demiurge is the canvas and the pen; you are the authors. We, as overseers, provide rules and guidelines so that you write the stories which are of interest to us. Stories about suffering, longing, desire, fear, love, overcoming obstacles. But you, as a member, we bind you to the rules when you sign. You have seen what we do here, which events are hosted in Abyss. We enforce the rules, you write your story, Abyss is the canvas, the empty pages you will fill. The story and legacy you will be remembered by. Your signature, your consent, signifies that you enter knowingly and willingly."
"I think I understand what you mean."
"Then, let us continue: do you, Elisabetha, consent to all future forfeits assigned voluntarily or by randomized draw, with full understanding that refusal will trigger publication of your footage and the transfer of your assets to Abyss, including your primary residence?"
She had hesitated only long enough to feel her pulse race.
"Yes," she had said, her voice unwavering.
The pen had glided across the many pages of the contract. She remembered the weight of it in her hand, the quiet whirr of the camera lens capturing her oath. In that moment, Elise had tied herself not just to the club, but to the silence of her own choices. Any betrayal to Abyss, bolting from a forfeit, and everything - her penthouse, her savings, her identity - would be swallowed.
"Ridiculous contracts, until they weren’t." Alexandru folded his hands on the table. "Those agreements are the only reason Abyss works. Total consent, total consequence. No room for cowards or backpedaling."
"Exactly," Elise nodded. "Each member, filmed in their fetishwear, in their roles, and in all their games and forfeits. Every little performance, captured. And those signed clauses - "
" - that hand over half our fortunes if we try to break the rules," Alexandru finished. "Some of us more than half."
Elise smirked. "I had to sign eighty percent of mine, remember? Normally 80% is reserved for breaches when it comes to chastity. But was already a high earner, even back then, compared to the other patrons, so Evelyn demanded 80%, no matter what. Penthouse, investments, future earnings. All locked up with Abyss. If I ever tried to run from a forfeit, they'd gut me. Financially and socially. Everybody would know, I couldn’t be trusted on my word. A death sentence in the finance world. I’d be cleaning toilets for a very modest living."
Alexandru raised an eyebrow. "And yet, you smile."
"And because it propelled my career early on. It opened the doors I could not open alone. I wouldn’t be anywhere near where I am now without Abyss. You remember the quiz and Claudia? I broke that waitress! That event alone propelled my career further, my income just kept growing. But maybe even more so because I love the thrill. It makes me feel alive. Because it gives me control. It is something I can control. And I need to have the control in my hands. Because I chose it, I owned my destiny. And because I won’t lose. At least nothing of significance. I chose my gambles wisely. I’m in control. A spike-pricked sole here and there, and I can endure pain far greater than you had ever known, but I’d never risk enclosure or chastity on my own."
She paused, her eyes darkened. "Only once, I risked indefinite chastity for you, my dear, when pressured. Because you were still undecided. And later, still Evelyn insisted I counterbalance Nadia’s rubber forfeit by agreeing to risk the latex coffin myself for a month. How could I not agree, if I wanted her so utterly under my very own rubberization rules? Even you supported that idea! But it was a very calculated risk. A risk I could control. I only risk it when I’m 100% sure I won’t lose."
Her eyes sparkled with unrestricted pride, brighter than the candle flickering between them. "I will eventually destroy her. When she challenged me over you, I had to choose to lose you or to accept her duel and risk my own indefinite chastity. They’d not gut me if I had refused to duel, but I would have lost you to her, and tarnished my reputation. I had risked the same chastity belt as she did. And for that I will never forgive her. She had the audacity to ask for the rubber coffin in that dance. She still thinks we are equals and she was just unlucky in the dance duel. I will teach her that we are nowhere near equal. I am the superior woman, in every way. I will destroy her as nobody was bound and tortured in Abyss before. Nobody will ever take control from me, never."
While Alexandru looked uneasy, experiencing this darker than usual side of his fiancee, Elise thought back to the intersection, the sirens, she could never accept a loss because she was not in control. It would consume her sanity, her very soul screaming in the fire with her sister.
"You know," Elise said, her voice now laced with confidence, "what Evelyn does for Abyss, I do for Nadia. She runs the games, the theater, the punishments - I do the same, in my own corner. Evelyn directs the stage; I direct the farce that Nadia calls her resistance."
Alexandru raised an eyebrow, the faintest smile curling at the edges of his lips. "You mean you think you're at Evelyn's level?"
Elise didn't blink. "Not quite. Not yet. But not far off, either. We both understand control. I will seize control, at least of Nadia. She tried to wrestle control away from me. I cannot allow that. I can’t. Ever. She is like a fire that needs to be contained. Controlled." Fire. Uncontained destruction.
She paused, Alexandru gave her a puzzled look before she continued. "Evelyn and I, we both mold others to our vision. It's not the size of the stage that matters, it's the clarity of the performance."
Alexandru leaned forward slightly, thoughtful. "It's strange," he said slowly, almost as if measuring each word. "But I've noticed… sometimes, after the more intense games, Evelyn looks… younger. Like the years roll back just a little. Ever so slightly."
Elise laughed, a crisp sound that danced on the edge of mockery. "Don’t be ridiculous. She has a good team. Cosmeticians. Lighting tricks. And she’s probably had work done. It’s not sorcery, Alexandru, it’s maintenance. Do you think I look like this by accident? Money, time, and knowing exactly who to trust with… procedures."
But her tone carried something else - a strain that didn’t match the rest. A touch too defensive. A bit too sharp. Alexandru caught it, and his gaze lingered on her a moment longer. A thought, subtle and unspoken, tickled at the back of his mind: she was starting to sound unhinged. Not outwardly. Not dramatically. But in the way her focus on Nadia had turned obsessive.
Elise continued, eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "Nadia thought she could win. Thought she could take you from me and have me bound in chastity for her, taking control over my own body away from me."
Alexandru tilted his head. "You know, I love you for having risked your sexuality for me, gambling for your ability to have orgasms. I’m so happy that you have your orgasms with me and that she now has to wear her metal panties."
"And the risk I took makes my orgasms feel so much more alive, more intense. And now, she's locked into a full rubber year. That makes it even sweeter and more satisfying. That suit isn't just a toy anymore. It's her skin now. Her bed's now an altar of latex torment. An altar where she prays to me, prays that I don’t make her suffer more. And if she fails, she resets the tally. Starts from day one again. And Abyss will shove her into the black rubber coffin for a month of total
enclosure. I would love to see it, the only sound she hears will be her breath whistling through the tubes." Elise's voice was almost reverent. "No one comes out unchanged from that. It’s mind breaking at that duration and beyond."
"And if she runs?"
"I don’t know what she loses financially. She is a sales girl in fashion retail, working the cash register, stacking the shelves. Not much to take from her in absolute numbers, but still she’d be basically jobless and out on the streets. Moving back in with her parents, if they won’t kick her out when her Abyss photos and videos are going public. No one runs, she knows she has to take the forfeit. Full rubberization for a year. Under my rules. She can’t get the latex off of her skin. If she fails to do tally, she takes the month in the rubber coffin as well. Running is no option for her. Even if she eventually faces her full rubberization, she can’t run, she has to pay the forfeit, regardless of how hard it is for her. And that’s where I want to take her next."
She shook her head, smiling bitterly and continued. "So yes, I will keep her in latex. I will keep her sealed in chastity, sexually frustrated, begging with her eyes and soon breathing through latex tubes. She thought she could elevate herself to my level. Instead, I will press her down, into more rubber, layer by layer, until she remembers exactly where she stands."
Elise tapped her phone, unlocking a private vault folder. "But I have started to build my own private collection, too. I have everything: photos, videos, forfeits she's taken. Recorded her. Orgasm games she had begged me for."
Alexandru whistled low. "Future leverage?"
"Future games. It’s allowed in the membership contracts to be used in private wagers." Elise said with a slow smile. "She gambled, and Abyss allows members to keep their own private data stashes, if the games were between the parties. If I want to play hard, increase her suffering, I can raise the stakes."
"And you will?"
"Of course," Elise said, sipping her coffee again. "That's the beauty of consent in Abyss. Once you're in, you're in. You know, she could still be convinced to be rubber hooded in her apartment at all times, not only in Abyss."
Alexandru said nothing, though his gaze grew more wary. He had seen Elise passionate, even vindictive. But this - this sharp-edged resolve, this glee in designing torment - was something else entirely. Something dark.
She set the coffee cup down and turned toward the window, her silhouette framed by the city lights. "She made her choice. Now I get to make mine. And I choose to be merciless."
For a long moment, Alexandru remained still, watching her. Wondering if, in her desire to break Nadia, Elise had begun to slip beyond the roles they all played inside Abyss - and into something far more dangerous.
Outside, the sky dipped into deeper blue. Inside, the game never stopped.