Liz's Encasement

Liz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors.

Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all she could remember for now.

It must have been for a crime so big, that it could not be ignored by them. Elena was the most powerful gang leader in the city, and when police would come to arrest her, it would often end up worse for them than it did for her.

She looked down to examine her naked body. They had given her a sedative after they had strapped her into the back of the police van, and they must have taken her clothes when she was unconscious. She was disappointed. She would have liked to experience the thrill of being strapped tight in the back with her straightjacket.

Her skin was paler than the last time she remembered seeing it, before she became a slave. Seeing herself naked, seeing herself unbound, it felt wrong. She belonged to Elena, and she belonged in a tight straightjacket, all bound up for her mistress to tease and torture.

Just then, a doorway opened in one of the walls, and three women, one wearing a business suit, and the other two clad in tight-fitting latex suits and carrying large packages wrapped in plastic, walked in. Liz always hated the material. She loved the feeling of powerlessness that came from bondage, but she couldn’t stand the feel of latex. The woman in the business suit sat across from her, and the other two stood at her sides. One of them had blond hair, and the other was a brunette.

“Elizabeth Jong,” the businesswoman spoke with a cold voice. “You have been found guilty of the first-degree murder of a federal judge.”

Her words caused Liz to remember. The police had come to arrest one of Elena’s bikers for the murder of a judge. That had caused too much noise for even corrupt officers to ignore, especially with people outside the city more powerful than them wanting an arrest. It was enough that they had raided the gang's headquarters with a SWAT them.

Elena had offered Liz up as the culprit, and the police had arrested her. She had felt the sunlight on her skin for the first time in years, and she had hated it. However, there was no way Liz could have done it. She had been tied up as Elena’s slave for several years now.

“You have been sentenced a lifetime of bondage and isolation,” the businesswoman stated. “You will serve out your sentence at the JF Institute, our current location, starting now.”

Liz couldn’t believe it. She was at the JF Institute. She knew that Elena would sometimes send nosey reporters there to disappear. And she was being sentenced to permanent bondage, to imprisonment for the rest of her life. The words almost made her drool. This was more than she could have ever hoped for. She imagined what it would be like, how good it would feel, to be trapped, locked away deep within one of the facilities dark rooms, struggling against her bonds with no chance of escape. The JF Institute was also an insane asylum, so no doubt they used her favourite item of bondage, the straightjacket.

This was too perfect. She couldn’t wait for her punishment.

“Really?” she asked, squirming in her seat. “Right now?”

“Yes,” the businesswoman stated. “These two nurses will begin preparations for you to live out your sentence.”

The businesswoman stood up and left, leaving her alone with the two latex nurses. One of them, the blonde, walked over to her, and put her hands on Liz’s shoulders from behind. Liz shuddered at the latex’s touch.

“I just want you to know that there’s no getting out of this. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the nurse told her, as she slid a hand down Liz’s side and stroked the side of her breast.

“W-What does that mean?” Liz replied, getting way too excited for her permanent imprisonment.

“It means that either you cooperate with us, and we’ll let you be in control of your body while we put all this stuff on, or you don’t, and we’ll take that away from you, shove you inside this stuff, and tighten the straps so much that you’ll beg us for mercy.”

Liz considered taking the second option then and there. This was a dream come true for her.

The nurse lifted one of the packages up off the desk, and showed it to Liz. Liz could see a card on the front with her name, her mugshot from that one time she was arrested, and a list of several of her measurements.

“All of these items had been made exactly to your measurements, Ms. Jong,” the nurse explained. “All these restraints will fit you exactly.”

As Liz stared at the package, she began drooling. It was all made-to-measure. It would all fit her perfectly, being tight and snug in all the right places, and no doubt showing off her generous bust. It was heaven.

The nurse put the package back down, ripped off the plastic seal, and opened the package. She took out the first item of Liz’s bondage and held it in the air for her to see.

In an instant, Liz’s dream turned into a nightmare, her heaven into hell.

It was a red latex catsuit.

The red catsuit covered her hands and her feet, and it looked like it would run up all the way to her neck.

Liz backed away from the latex catsuit, knocking over both her chair and the nurse behind her in the process, and ran away from the nurse holding her doom. She quickly reached the wall and pressed her back against it.

“No! No!” she screamed. “Stay away! Get away!”

The fallen nurse picked herself off the ground and gave her a glare that made Liz trembled and whimper.

“I guess it’s the hard way, then,” she said.

The two nurses approached her from different directions, in case she tried to run away. Liz couldn’t take her eyes off the slowly approaching latex catsuit. She wanted to trapped the hard way, but she didn’t want to be trapped inside that.

The other nurse lunged at her and managed to restrain her arms. The nurse carrying the catsuit laid it down carefully on the fallen chair, and rushed over to her colleague. Liz tried to resist, struggling with all her might, but the grip of two strong women was too much for the weak bondage slave to handle.

She felt something prick her neck, and suddenly, she lost all feeling of her body below her neck. She could still move her eyes, still talk, and still breathe thankfully, but her arms and legs were no longer under her control. Nor could she move her head.

“The drug you were just injected with cuts off communications between your brain and any motor muscles below your neck. Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. The muscles that keep you alive are not effected. But it will make you be a nice cooperative girl while we tie you up.”

The nurse then added, “You will be nice for the time being, but that does not mean we will be.”

The nurse took the needle out and lowered her to floor. Liz tried her hardest to move, to somehow shake off the effects of the drug, but her efforts were fruitless.

The nurse she had knocked over grabbed the latex catsuit from where it lay, and approached Liz with an evil glint in her eye.

“No! You can’t do this to me!” Liz yelled.

Ignoring her pleas, the nurse pulled the zipper at the front of the catsuit all the way down to let Liz get a good look at the inside. At the place she would be spending the rest of her life in.

Slowly, the nurses slipped the catsuit onto her. She first felt the cool, sickening touch of the latex on her feet. Then, it rose to her legs, then thighs, then her crotch and stomach, then her bust, and finally her shoulders from the back. After that, they slipped her hands inside the catsuit’s mittens. They surprising weren’t bondage mittens. Had she been able to control her hands, she could have moved all five of her fingers separately within them.

She would have liked that control now.

Tears began streaming down her face as she felt them zip the catsuit up, sealing her inside this eternally tormenting prison.

“Aww, don’t cry,” the nurse cooed. “We have only just gotten started.”

When they had finally finished zipping up the catsuit, Liz had a realization that stopped her tears. The catsuit had no holes to take care of her using the bathroom. That meant that, even though she had been sentenced to permanent bondage, they would have to take her out sometime. She was thankful for that.

The nurse gave her an evil smile. “This catsuit here is made of a special type of nanomachine-laced latex. The nanomachines will take care of all your bodily needs, dealing with urine and feces disposal and keeping your body clean.”

In a single sentence, the nurse destroyed any hope Liz had of respite from this hell. The nurse demonstrated how screwed she was by moving the zipper up to the very top, pulling it off the catsuit and leaving no way to open it back up.

“N-No,” Liz stuttered, as the tears began once more.

“I think it’s about time we shut her up,” the other nurse opined. “I’ll get the gag.”

As the other nurse went to get the gag, the nurse Liz had knocked to the ground earlier ran a finger down the center of Liz’s latex-clad body, taking in the shine. She traced from her neck down through her cleavage to Liz’s crotch, then brushed the inside of her thighs. If Liz wasn’t wearing latex, she might have been turned on.

“It’s a shame someone like you has to be put away,” the nurse told her. “Believe me, when we are done, nobody will know you are even human.”

Liz was about to answer, when the other nurse came back and slipped a ball gag into her open mouth. The gag was the perfect size, stretching her mouth open wide, but not enough that it was painful.The nurse quickly tied the straps around Liz’s head and tightened them, locking the gag in place.

Liz noticed something odd about the gag for the few seconds she had seen it. It was not like any of the ball gags she had seen before. There was something that looked like an opening in the middle of the gag. She tested it with her tongue. The opening seemed to have some sort of solid and tough mesh over it, as tough as the rubber the gag was made out of. Liz wondered what it could be used for.

The nurses lifted her up by her arms and moved her closer to where the rest of the bondage she would have to suffer was located.

“Mmpph. Mmmm,” Liz groaned as they set her back down.

The nurse with the grudge pulled out the next item. It came in two parts: a black straightjacket and a matching pair of pants from the package. Liz could immediately tell what it was from the straps that dangled from the closed arms. As for the material, it looked like…

“This neoprene straightjacket here will keep you nice and secure,” the nurse explained. “Once you’re inside, there will be no chance of you fighting back. It doesn’t matter if the drug wears off. You’re still screwed.”

Liz didn’t mind neoprene. It was better than latex, even if she would have preferred leather.

They started by putting on the pants, which covered her feet the same way her catsuit had. The black neoprene gradually hiding the red latex as her legs were carefully slipped into the pants gave her a little comfort, even if the latex still bothered her. The nurse zipped up the small zipper at the front of her pants, teasing Liz a little bit in the process.

Then, came the straightjacket itself. Liz was powerless to stop her freedom and chances of escape being taken from her. First, the other nurse held up her left arm, as the two of them worked together to slip it inside the straightjacket’s sleeve. The sleeve ended with a mitten, so tight that Liz could feel it even now. Even in this state, she knew that she had lost control of her fingers. Then, they tied a built-in strap around her wrist, locking her hand inside the bondage mitten, so there would be next to no chance of her freeing it. Liz let out a moan as they pulled it tight. They had tightened the strap as tight as possible without cutting off her circulation. They repeated the process with her right arm.

Liz felt the nurse pull the zipper on the back of the straightjacket all way to the top, sealing her inside. She only hoped that the zipper wasn’t the same type as on her catsuit, but she knew there wasn’t much reason to hold out hope. She at least didn’t hear the zipper pop off.

The nurses guided her arms through the loop at the front of the straightjacket. The loop had a couple straps the nurses kept loose for now, but no doubt would make sure to tighten. One of the nurses worked on securing her arms behind her back as the other stepped away.

Suddenly, Liz felt herself pushed forward, and a knee pressed into her back, as her arms were pulled back tight.

“NNNPPPHHH!!!” she screamed into her gag.

After her arms had been tightened behind her, the nurses leaned her back, and went to work on the loop at the front. They made them tight and secure, even if Liz couldn’t see the point, since with both sleeves tied together behind her, there wasn’t much chance of her escaping. The loop had two straps. The first went around her arms, pressing them tight together. The second kept her arms pressed tight against her chest.

There were two more straps, located at the bottom of the straightjacket. The crotch straps. One nurse held her up while the other reached in between Liz’s legs, pulled them back, and secured them on the other side of the jacket.

Even though there was no way for her to escape the jacket, there were still more straps. One for each arm that wrapped around that forearm, immobilizing it. After taking care of that, they moved her back to the nearest wall and leaned her against it. She guessed it was so she could see what was happening to her. Then, the nurse reached into the package and pulled out a couple belts. They threaded the large belts through loops on her pants. First was the one on her upper thighs. As they tightened the belts, Liz could only watched as her legs were pulled closer and closer together, until they were pressed tight enough for her to feel it, and the nurses secured the belt. She didn’t see the need for the second or third ones, which went below her knees and around her ankles.

After they finished, the two nurses stepped back and admired their work. As their gaze was focused upon her, Liz looked over what she had become. Her body was now completely covered in black neoprene, with belts crisscrossing over her like a spider’s web. The straightjacket managed to do a pretty great job of showing off her assets. If only Elena could see her like this…

She was so preoccupied by checking herself out that she didn’t notice one of the nurses grab a black neoprene open-face hood and slip it over her head until it was too late. They followed it up by clicking a black posture collar around her neck, locking the hood in place.

“MMPH!”Liz cried out in surprise.

As Liz sat there, she felt some control of her body come back. She tested out her bonds, but found herself barely able to move either her arms or her legs. They were just strapped up too tight. The nurses watched Liz’s struggle in amusement, the blonde in particular seeming to enjoy them.

“I thought the drug would have lasted a little while longer, but it doesn’t matter. Told you you’d be screwed,” she taunted.

“Get the other package for me,” the blonde told the other nurse.

“Mmmmph Mmmph Nnnfff,” Liz grumbled.

The blonde continued admiring her while the brunette brought over the other package. Liz wondered what they could have in store for her. She was already trapped in a catsuit and straightjacket. How much worse could her situation get?

Her question was answered when the two nurses took out several roles of latex tape from the second package. The tape was black; to match the straightjacket. She tried struggling, not wanting to be bound in even more latex, but her efforts were futile.

She tried pleading with them, tried telling them that she was already bound enough, but the gag made her pleas fall on deaf ears. They quickly went to work, winding the tape around her, mummifying her like an Egyptian Pharaoh.

They started at her feet, then made their way up. She watched as her two legs disappeared into a single appendage. They then pulled her forward, moving her away from the wall. The weight of her bondage and the after-effects of the drug made her immediately fall back on the ground.

Her arms were next to disappear beneath the tape, as it covered up the straightjacket so completely that if someone had seen her at this stage in her bondage, they would have barely been able to guess she had been wearing one. They reached her neck, covering up the posture collar, but they didn’t stop there.

“MMMFFFPPHH” she cried out as the brunette held her head while the blonde wrapped.

They completely wrapped the lower half of her face, only leaving a small opening in front of her gag. She felt the latex tape press against her skin, and wanted to throw up. When they continued with the top half, they wrapped the tape over her nose. She panicked for a second as her air was cut off, before she resumed breathing through her mouth. The blonde nurse quickly poked some holes in the tape so Liz could breathe before they restarted.

As the nurses reached the level of her eyes, Liz closed them, expecting to feel the cold tape press against them. However, that never happened. When she opened them back up, she could still see. The nurses had skipped over her eyes, leaving her an opening to see, and had resumed at her eyebrows. They then wrapped her forehead and the top of her head, completing the mummy.

Liz attempted to struggle in her new prison, but could only jostle herself back and forth like a worm. Even then, her movements were so faint that someone might have thought she was completely immobilized.

“Now, here is the last piece,” the nurse explained, holding up something large and black. The tape around her ears made hearing her a little harder, but Liz could still make out what she was saying. Liz squinted to get a better look. “A nice leather sleepsack for you to get all comfy in.”

Tears started welling up in her eyes. She asked herself why. What had she done to deserve this? This was the final insult. The salt in the wound. It was hell.

She would be bound in her favourite substance, leather, but would never be able to feel it from all the neoprene and latex she had on. A whining sound escaped through her gag as her struggles intensified.

It made no difference, though.

They took the sleepsack from her view and placed in on the ground. She heard a zipper open. Then she was lifted up. One nurse lifted her by her head and the other took her feet. They laid her down in the open sleepsack. As the sleepsack was closed around her, she felt her bonds pressing tighter against her as she heard the zipper once more. It had an open-face hood attached, so they wrapped it around her face.

Then, they brought out the belts. Five of them; leather, and thicker than the ones that had been used on her straightjacket. She tried yelling, begging them to stop, even though she knew it was useless. The constant teasing of the leather she could never feel, could never touch, was too much for her. They tightened one belt around her lower legs. She felt it bite into her, but she could only experience the torturous touch of latex. The second was around her knees; the same experience. The third was around her thighs, the fourth her waist, the fifth below her breasts, and the sixth above them.

“We’re almost done,” the blonde explained, moving into her sight. “It’s almost time to take you to your cell. I’m sure you will love it. It’s dark and soundproof, and you’ll be completely immobile inside. Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

It did, and Liz would have loved it under normal circumstances, but not when she was bound in latex. She just wanted out.

She heard something being wheeled in, a gurney, and then felt herself lifted once more and placed on top of it. She felt more and more belts press into her body as the nurses tightened her against the gurney.

They flipped the gurney upright and started by wheeling her out of the room, As they brought her to her cell, her new home and permanent prison. They rolled her down a non-descript hall with what looked liked cell doors to her left and right to an elevator at the end. They rolled her into the elevator. The blonde nurse made sure to let Liz see the button being pressed.

“Your cell is in the 17th basement of the JF Institute,” she stated. “Don’t worry. Nobody’s going to find you down there.”

The elevator ride was long as they slowly descended into the depths of the JF Institute. Liz only hoped that Elena would come down there and free her from this latex torment. If anyone could get her out of here and out of this bondage, it was her mistress.

She thought back on the happy memories she had of her mistress. The thought of never seeing her again, of never feeling her touch made Liz resume her crying. When the elevator reached it’s destination, the nurses wheeled her out towards a door waiting open. They entered her cell, and started undoing the straps holding Liz to the gurney.

In front of Liz was a metal chair connected to the floor by only a single thick metal rod. It had leather straps hanging from it. Also hanging from it was a weird metal shell that looked like it would completely cover her in the chair. The outside of the shell was smooth metal, but Liz saw rubber padding on the inside. The nurses lifted her up and sat her upright in the chair. The leather, latex, and neoprene squealed as they stretched due to her being placed into a sitting down position.

“Mmmmph” Liz cried as they started strapping her in to her final resting place.

The nurses ignored her, quickly finishing with the straps. Liz struggled in her seat, but it was just as useless as her struggles before. They then pulled the the metal shell shut. It was like a metal coffin going up to her neck. The peaces joined together in the middle with a loud clack.

“Hahaha” the blonde nurse laughed. “There is no way you can get out of this. The only person who can open your coffin is the JF Institute Director, and I don’t think she will let you out.”

Liz wondered if this was really it. The metal coffin covered her body below her neck and all her bondage completely.

“We’re still not done yet. Hahaha… you’re so screwed.”

The blonde nurse turned to the one with brown hair. “How much should we tighten it? Enough so that she can still struggle a bit.”

“Sure,” the brunette agreed.

The blonde nurse pressed a button, and Liz felt the rubber padding inside her coffin inflate, cutting off her movement even further. She could barely struggle now. It was tight enough that she could feel it pressing against her, but not so tight that she was completely immobile and couldn’t feel the rest of her bondage.

“And now for the last piece,” the blonde nurse said, as she took out a thick metal mask. It was split in two and had a front half and a back half, and where the mouth would be on the front half, there was a hole. The nurse placed it on Liz’s face, resting it on the top of her coffin. The two halfs of the mask clicked together around her head, and they inflated the inside like they did with the lower half of her prison. She quickly heard another clicking noise, as the mask was permanently attached to the coffin. It took away most of her ability to move her head from side to side.

Strangely, she could still see. The eyes were covered with some sort of glass.

She watched as the nurse took a hose and pushed it through the mask’s mouth hole. It easily attached to her gag.

“Now you’ll be well fed for the rest of your sentence” the nurse explained. “You won’t go hungry here.”

She tried to reply, but no sound came out of the mask.

“It’s time for your bedtime now,” the nurse taunted. “I hope you enjoy the darkness, because it’s all you’ll be seeing for the rest of your life. No one needs to take care of you, and no one wants to visit you. The door can’t be opened from the inside, and the only way to open it is with a code that changes every day. Face it; this is your life now.”

They left the room, and closed the door behind them. There were no lights inside her cell, so the inside became pitch black. The glass in front of her eyes may have well been metal, for all she could see. No sound was made. All Liz could hear was the sound of her breathing and her heart, and the squeaks of rubber, leather, and latex as she tried to move.

Liz could barely move. Immobilization and bondage like this was what she always wanted, ever since she became Elena’s slave, but she didn’t want it like this. She wished that she didn’t have to wear this horrible latex suit, and that she was bound in only leather, with Elena being her god and making beg and plead.

But now she was locked in a latex suit, trapped in a neoprene straightjacket, latex tape, and a leather sleepsack, and almost immobilized by being strapped into a metal chair and contained in a rubber padded metal coffin.

They had taken all of her senses. The only sounds she could hear now was the sound of her breathing, her futile struggles, and her heartbeat. Her vision was completely dark. The only thing she could feel was her super tight bondage pressing hard against her. There weren’t even any toys for her entertainment.

The only smell her nose picked up on was latex wrapped around her face. That left only her sense of taste…

She started crying and begging Elena to save her once again as a thick, horrible tasting food paste forced it’s way through the hole in her gag into her mouth. Deep in the dark recesses of her mind, she wondered what it would be like spending the rest of her life here. Maybe she would break, and learn to love latex the way she loved leather? Maybe Elena would find a new slave, and her former mistress would occasionally come down to watch her from outside her cell, laughing at her imprisonment? Maybe they would increase the air pressure in her coffin, taking away the last of her movement and making her completely immobile? Maybe she would die trapped in this suit?

It was a possibility.

Liz thought that perhaps this was all Elena’s plan. Her mistress had given her up so easily. Had Elena gotten bored with her? Liz had been certain that Elena would have just let her suffocate during their play if she had gotten bored with her as a slave, but now she was not so sure.

Perhaps Elena found it more amusing to have her trapped for the rest of her natural life in her least favorite substance, knowing that Liz was squirming and suffering for her enjoyment somewhere while she played with a new slave? Perhaps this was the future Elena had planned for her?

The future Liz deserved for displeasing her mistress.

Liz had to keep hope. Elena would come for her. Her mistress would eventually come and rescue her, and release her from the torment she was suffering in the 17th basement of the JF Institute.

Eventually, Elena would come.

Liz hoped.