The Shuns - Part Two
By: Rbrbill

Chapter 4, Meeting

I awoke to the pod in motion again.  The bondage pod peeled open and I fell to the pavement outside the entrance of the rest station. I got up and dusted myself off.  The shine was still strong but I felt a need to get clean.  I went to a relief station and hooked to the frontal tube.  Then I went to the cleaning room.  Here I saw several Shuns with tubes snaking to the shoulders, ankles, the tube of the sheath and the rear.  I found a vacant spot and pushed the connectors into the flat valves on the suit.  The small hoses hooked into the hard points easily and suddenly warm fluid was flushing through the suit.  Everything seemed to be purging from the suit.  I felt warm fluid push inside me from the rear as another enema was administered.  Then suction drew everything out of the suit. 

The voice spoke, "Internal cleansing complete.  Proceed to the skin conditioning station." 

I looked around and saw another shower stall like position with Shuns standing under a mist.  I stepped into a vacant one and the mist started to cover the suit.  Then mechanical arms with cloth pads began to buff the surface of the suit.  I felt the arousal of the hand polishing the black shiny skin to perfection.  I marveled at the massaging feel of the hands against the tight rubber.  I even began to wonder about the actual punishment aspect of being a Shun.  So far I had been quite surprised by the sexual nature of the situation.  Except for no interaction with other people, the whole thing had not been too bad for me.  Of course I was only into my second day.  I wondered if my feelings would change in a week or month or two?

"UV protection complete.  Exit the cleansing station."

I stepped outside and headed for the food point.  It was 0645 so I had to hurry or miss nourishment until late again.  I arrived at the feeding point with minutes to spare.  I proceeded through the feeding ritual. 

Fed and watered like the Shun I was, I headed for King Street Station and my rendezvous with the mysterious female Shun.  It was a beautiful day to be in rubber.  Blustery winds blew from Elliot Bay.  Rain beat on the pavement and drummed on my enclosure.  I actually pitied the poor people as they scurried in the wet, umbrellas futile encumbrances on a day like today.  I put an occasional wipe of my glove to the eye ports to keep them from getting too much water drops on them. 

I noticed people looking at me as I walked with impunity to the elements.  Surprisingly, they actually seemed envious of my situation.  I heard some comments as I walked, "Good Shun weather today." or "How do I get one of those nice rain suits?"  I actually smiled at the temporary reversal of roles and the apparent envy the people were hinting at.

I had to admit that the cold rain pelting me felt extremely good on the rubber suit.  I even reveled in the massaging touch of the drops hitting the outer skin.  My skin tingled from the recent bath.  I was heading toward a mysterious rendezvous and all seemed right, at least as right as can be for a fellow sentenced to be sealed inside a rubber suit in a strange land for several months, with my little piece of the world.  The walk down Second Avenue to Jackson from the feeding point on Seneca took a few minutes.  I turned right on Jackson and then the quick left into the Station entrance. 

I saw her sitting in her spot as I turned the corner.  My heart beat loudly inside my chest as I let fly my imagination, wondering why she wanted to meet and what we could do considering our mutually sealed condition?  As I approached the chirping proximity alert started in the ear.  She looked at me as I suspect her alarm had also chirped.

She stood and motioned me to follow her.  She went off around the right corner and out to King Street where she headed toward the water.  She turned right on First Avenue.  We were walking toward the city now.  We were among the older building from the early twentieth century and the skyline of the latter part of the century was in the distance.  The older buildings were deserted, victims of the earthquake of 2010.  They had never been repaired and the ground floor doors and windows were boarded up.  "No Trespassing" signs hung from fences that enclosed the area.  The fences had gaps in them and homeless people obviously lived in some of the less damaged places.  I guessed the authorities ignored the violators rather than spending resources enforcing a nearly impossible situation.  I smiled at the idea of many thousands more Shuns strolling the streets if they were to move in and arrest all the trespassers.  Nonetheless the street was vacant so I figured that anyone actually seen would be prosecuted. 

Shun-Vixen walked across Pioneer Square.  The bums that hung out there in the before times were gone.  The Square was clean and park like.  On a less stormy day, office workers might have taken a noonday break here.  I saw three other Shuns sitting on the ground, enjoying the hard rain and the empty park.  Two of them were obviously in a pleasure cycle.  I watched them briefly as their body's went rigid and they thrust their hips in ecstasy as the suits brought on their release. 

Lost in the vision and feeling almost voyeuristic, I broke my concentration on the scene playing out.  Turning to return to the trail of my "shunmate", as I started to think of the female, I just caught sight of her back passing into a building on the other side of the square.  Now I was very curious indeed since Shuns were not supposed to enter any building other than the authorized facilities.

I trotted across the empty street and ducked into the building.  The proximity alarm began chirping.  In addition the voice started to repeat, "Unauthorized building entry, exit building immediately.  Unauthorized building entry..."

In the shadow, I saw her motion me further inside.  She then ran down some stairs to the basement.  I followed.  She darted down the corridor and pulled open a door.  Behind the door was a brick wall.  She fiddled with the doorframe and the wall swung open.  She ran inside the opening.  I followed her inside and the wall closed behind us.  The chirping voice that was so annoying to me in such a short few days ceased.

We stood inside an old passageway from the early city.  I knew the story of the destruction of much of the original site on Elliot Bay and how they filled it in, leaving the old buildings, and began again.  The Seattle Underground had been quite a tourist attraction, giving people a glimpse of the city in the late nineteenth century.  We were in a small part of that old section of town.  I saw her reach for something in the shadow and an electric camp lantern lighted the room.  The space still was full of dark shadows but I saw the shiny female body standing before me.  She just looked at me and I saw the desire in her eyes as she drank in the sight of my rubber encased body.

For my part, a small corner of my mind tried to strip the rubber from the black vixen before me.  It wanted to touch her smooth skin and feel her warmth against me.  It was that piece of my mind from three days ago.  The most pressing desire I had, though was to grasp her as she was and hold her to me and feel her hot rubber skin against mine.  I wanted to know what it was like to be loved by another being while encased in rubber.  I stepped toward her and she ran to me.  She wrapped her arms tightly around me.  She clung to me, raking her gloved fingers along my back.  She nuzzled her gas mask faceplate to mine.  She reached for the tube at her face and pulled it from the mask.  She pushed her nose cup right to mine as though the mere touch of the gas masks was drawing us closer.  She rubbed against me with the squeaking protest of rubber on rubber.  She pawed at my crotch flap and pulled the sheathed cock from its hiding place.

She pushed me to the ground and pulled the corrugated tube from her crotch.  She opened the flower to reveal a hard shaft inside.  She pulled the shaft from the vaginal sheath that lined her insides.  Her hand stroked my cock and I soon responded with a raging hard-on.  My thick manhood stood gloriously at attention as she bent the relief tube against the shaft and slowly dropped herself over the shaft. 

Her eyes rolled in complete carnal bliss as she slowly rocked herself on my pulsing bone.  She came almost at the touch of the hot shaft and arched her back.  Her arms were locked as she held my shoulders.  She panted through the gas mask and I heard the popping valve disks as she breathed. 

She pulled my hand to her crotch just at the point where I entered her sheathed flower and she rubbed it to her clit.  Under the latex, I couldn't feel the hard button of the pea but I could tell from her rocking motion that she was well on her way to another cum.  This time as she went rigid and sucked me further into her hot body, I exploded in my own passion.  I screamed in my mind but the gag silenced the scream and I grunted forcefully into my mask.  I arched my back to push myself deeper inside the heavenly latex body sitting astride my hips.  I pumped my seed into my sheath as I pulled this lusting vixen down to my chest.  I held her to me as together we shared the afterglow of passionate love. 

She stirred in my arms and reached behind her head.  I watched as she peeled away the tape at her neck and pulled the gas mask hood from her head.  She got up from me and as I made to rise she pushed me back to the floor.  She came back in less than a minute with scissors.  She cut the tape at my neck and pulled my gas mask hood off.  Then she pulled off her inner hood with the attached combination feeding tube/gag.

She pulled back the attached open face hood of my suit and reached inside to pull the inner hood off.  Suddenly my head was free of rubber as I looked at my new friend/lover.

"I'm Miranda.  And you are?" She asked.

"Jim.  Jim Letton."  I unconsciously stuck out my hand.  "Glad to meet you."

Miranda smiled at the gesture and took the proffered hand.  "Mighty formal for someone who knows me biblically."

"Yes, I suppose so.  But I feel like we only just met."

"We did, lover.  And I hope this is the beginning of a long relationship."

"You took off the hoods.  I suppose you have a way to put them back on?"

"Of course.  I have plenty of tape and it's easy to hide the temporary nature of the seal as long as the gas mask stays in place."

"Why the extra tube on your gas mask?" I asked.

"Punishment.  They caught my loose tape once and added it for breath restriction.  Some punishment.  I actually love the thing now!  But I am more careful when I seal back up.  The next punishment might not be as erotic if they catch me with loose tape."

"Really?"

"Yes, I have seen Shuns placed in rubber-lined caskets for weeks for second violations.  They are in complete isolation and are allowed no pleasure.  The fellows are completely off the bend when they are let out of the punishment coffins.  I mean we all get pretty whacked by this system but those guys are really broken."

"Does a Shun ever complete punishment and return to society?"

"I've never seen it.  We always get sentence extensions for some violation or another.  And I wouldn't want to be outside of my rubber suit anymore.  I totally love the stuff and would wear it every chance I got should I ever be freed."

"I see.  What's going to happen to the Shuns when Washington is admitted into the LSA?"

"LSA?  This place is going to the LSA?" She asked.

I realized how out of touch with news a Shun must be.  "Indeed, the LSA will be admitting Washington and Oregon in a few months."

"Wow, they might shut down the Shun Penal System.  What will happen to us?"

"A good question.  I know from just two days as a Shun that this lifestyle can be very addictive."

"It is that, Honey.  Without the rubber suit I am incomplete anymore.  You will be the same way in very short order too."

"So, what is this place?"  I swept my arm to indicate the room we were in.

"This is my lair.  The monitors cannot reach behind the walls here.  This place was a bank vault in the 1800's.  Anyway, I slip in here and am off the grid.  They have searched the building a few times but they have never discovered my secret entrance.  I don't guess they mind a Shun disappearing from time to time, just as long as I show up for a cleaning cycle or feeding or sleep every few days.  The system doesn't actually track us.  It's the magnetic pulses that trigger off the proximity alarms and such."

She continued, "This can be our lair if you like.  I sleep here two or three times a week.  It'd be much more fun to share it."

"Yes, I'll think about that."

"No, you must decide right now, dear.  That's the game."

"All right.  I'll stay."

We cuddled a few more hours, enjoying human touch even through the latex layers before she stirred.

"Time to get fed," she said.

She pulled my hood back on and fit all the parts in place.  She pulled up the open suit hood and made sure the inner hood was smoothly under the suit collar.  She pulled on my gas mask hood and taped me.  Next she efficiently did the same to herself as I watched.  She told me to watch closely so that I could do the sealing in the future.  When she finished with herself, she had me check over her work.  I looked in the mirror at myself and felt comfortably complete.

She pushed her vaginal plug into her mound and pulled the outer suit over the wide flange.  She sealed the edge.  She screwed the breathing tube to her faceplate and pushed it into the quick release at the crotch.  She gave me a thumb's up sign and we went to the wall.  She looked through a hidden view port before opening the wall.

The door swung open and we ran into the hall.  The chirping immediately began and I ran for the stairs as she closed the door and followed.  In quick order I was outside and went left.  She turned right and was soon gone.  We made arrangements to meet at Third and Yesler in 24 hours.  I tingled at the thought of being with Miranda again and headed for a feeding station.

Chapter 5, Punishment

I finished with the feeding cycle and was about to return to the street for the next few hours when the internal voice chirped, "Shun 46253, hood seal check.  Report to Monitoring Station 12."

Monitoring Stations were located on the perimeter of the allowed Shun area.  Actually most of the city was allowed but they were to keep Shuns from getting into the surrounding country.  I checked the map and realized that Monitoring Station 12 was north of the old Seattle Center.  I caught the monorail to the center as public transport was authorized but from there I had to walk out Mercer Street to Aurora then north to the Point. 

I approached the gate and a guard came to me.  He looked at my neck and motioned me in as he said, "Shun 46253 is here."

I walked inside and two Shun Trustees took my arms.  They literally carried me to a chair and sat me down.  My arms and ankles were strapped down and I was in a ring of very bright light.  A Trustee pushed my head forward and played with something at my neck.

"Is the tape loose?" asked a mechanical voice.

The Trustee nodded.

"Shun 46253, did you pull your tape loose?"

"I nodded negative."

"Motivate him, Trustee."

The Trustee shoved a tube into the mouth and pumped water into me.  I gagged and choked on the force of the water but was just able to take it in.  I filled quickly and water continued to pour over me.

The chair was on gimbals and they rotated me into a reclining position.  They opened my suit and pulled the sheath tube out.  The connected the drinking line to the tube.

"Now, Shun, you are going to do some recycling until you tell us how your hood got loose.  Give him a communications keypad."

They rolled the chair upright again.

"The tube actually passes to a bag and you will fill that bag first before the fluid is forced to the mouth.  I'd say you have about thirty minutes before you will begin to drink your own urine.  You can stop the session at any time by telling us how the hood got loose."

The two trustees stood arms crossed in front of me.  They seemed to enjoy the spectacle of my bondage and impending humiliation.  I saw their sheaths begin to vibrate and realized that they were being given a pleasure cycle as I sat bound in front of them. 

I squirmed in discomfort from the full bladder and pissed a gush.  The clear bag started to fill with the yellow stuff.  It hung just in line with my eyes and the force of my own flow easily began filling it.  A backflow valve in the plumbing of the device kept the urine in the tube from passing back into my sheath.  The trustees were gleefully watching my predicament and as another gush of clearer stuff passed into the bag they nodded approval at my plight.

The bag hung obscenely bloated from the urine right in front of me.  Another whiz of hot piss and the bag swelled to the point that the fluid level was less than an inch from the outlet tube.  A trustee came to the hanging bag and plumped it with his glove.  The stuff inside sloshed and almost reached the outlet.

"No teasing Trustee 2435 or you will be hooked into the system."

He hesitated.  I could tell he was weighing the possibility of punishment that he may not be that adverse to, but he withdrew the glove and waited.

"One more piss and you will learn the meaning of shun recycling.  Now be a good shun and tell us what we need to know."

I was squirming hard in the chair to hold back another full gush. 

"We filled you with water, Shun.  You will have to pee again and then you can enjoy the humiliation of drinking piss.  Maybe we should hook another to the system and it can enjoy the taste another shun's waste."

I knew I couldn't hold much longer.  The distraction of the full bladder and the pregnant yellow bag in front of me made thinking impossible.  The trustees showed no outward signs but the eyes of 2435 displayed impatience at my delay in fulfilling his desire to see me drink my piss.  Suddenly the ring started to vibrate and I couldn't help myself as I grew hard from the mechanical pleasuring.

"We thought a little cum in the mix would add some flavor.  It will also help you to piss again once you are finished with your ejaculation.  Now I was squirming in the bonds.  My cock grew harder.  Trustee 2435 came to the chair and pinched my nipples with clamps.  My eyes watered from the pain of the clamp, even through the latex and my cock grew measurably larger and harder.  I was aching for sexual relief and my bladder was aching from its own demands.  My body was in complete conflict as I struggled with the sweet dilemma of pleasure, pain, sexual demand and bodily demand.

Suddenly the stimulation and the situation took me beyond the reality and I fell into a fantasy world of erotic rubber images, foremost being Miranda and her shiny curved body hovering over me.  She was holding the piss bag and teasingly tilting it to let the stuff out.  She was squeezing my tool in her other as she played with the bag.  I saw her twinkling eyes from the enjoyment of my predicament.  With one last mighty stroke, I shot my load. 

Milky white stuff mixed with the watery urine in the tube.  Now a mighty urge to piss welled up behind the cum and I let lose another gushing flood.  The white stuff pushed into the bag forming milky clouds in the amber fluid.  The first hint of stuff started down the drinking tube and just as I knew I would have to take it my mouth, a clamp stopped the flow.

"This is one last chance, Shun.  You have ten seconds to tell us how the tape got loose."

I typed onto the keypad a story of catching my neck on a loose section of chain link fence and pulling the bond loose. 

'I don't think so, Shun.  But we will deal with that later." 

The trustees unhooked me from the punishment apparatus and escorted me to another room.  Sitting there was Miranda in a chair like mine.

"Shun 31254 has confessed to everything.  It told us that it broke your seal.  It will be severely punished as it has been a shun long enough to understand the gravity of the crime.  Your sentence is extended two additional months.  You will receive the breathing tube restriction for the next two months.  You will work at a feeding facility for one month.  Pleasure cycles are denied seven days."

Trustees opened the crotch point and cemented a new ring over the sheath and to the opening.  They screwed the corrugated tubing to my inlet port, pushed the tube over my sheathed cock and snapped the corrugated tube into place.  My first breath drew the tube tightly to my cock and cut off my air.  I now had to learn to breathe slowly through the tube or face having air cut off.  There was certain eroticism to the situation as I caught the whiff of the warm air from my crotch and the sweet odor of hot latex.

The trustee re-cemented the tape at the neck and added a wide collar over the suit.  The collar locked with a numbered seal band that would reveal any tampering.  They hauled me to the door and out on the street.  I headed to town and the assignment at the feed station.

Work in a feed station amounted to monotonous moving of feed drums from loading dock to distribution room; opening of drums of feed gruel, lifting them to the feeding troughs and pouring the stuff in.  We did this all day long in order to have the stuff ready to flow when feeding periods came.  The leftover gruel had to be wasted and that entailed draining the vats at the end of a feeding hour.  The stuff went to a sump that had to take far more of the stuff than the original design. 

I wondered why we had to always use so much stuff and waste so much but I was not in a position to ask so I just performed the duties.  At least three times a week someone had to "sump dive" to clean out the clogged drain at the bottom.  My first "dive" happened the fourth day I was at the feeding station.

The sump pit was about six feet deep and was a six by four foot rectangle.  Its primary job was to hold the dregs from the feeding troughs and allow them to filter and slowly drain into the sewer.  The filter system was supposed to be self-cleaning but the overuse clogged it every few days.  Rather than expend resources on a new system, the retainers saved money by having a shun clean it out.  The drain acted as the manhole cover.  I stepped to the edge of the pit and looked at the tan swill that filled it.  Another shun detached my breathing tube from the crotch and hooked it to the air hose of the pit dive respirator.  He handed me the garden claw to scrape the gunk lose from the drain and I readied myself for the plunge.

Because of the pit dimensions and my size I had to go in headfirst.  A thin pole guided me to the center of the drain at the bottom.  I checked my breathing and found it free and easy.  I steeled myself and tumbled into the mire.

The dark enveloped me immediately.  I found the pole by touch and pulled myself into the pit.  The goop pressed against me and I felt increasing pressure on my body as I pulled to the bottom.  I tucked my knees and knew the feet were below the surface of the stuff.  The suit protected me completely from the stuff.  I knew the airline was my lifeline.  Anyone above could cut it off and I would suffocate in the goop.  Again the new situation brought the tingling at my crotch.  I had not been sexually satisfied since the time with Miranda.  I thought of the hot session with her and put my free hand to the crotch and rubbed.

I was hard and ready and the hand just succeeded in moving the ring enough to bring on further response.  I knew I was hidden from view under the goop.  I realized I could bring myself off without anyone knowing.  I stroked myself.  I felt the building passion and I pictured Miranda with me.  It was easy to place her at my side, under me, or on top of me.  I felt her tie my arms and legs to the ground and mount me as I felt the heat spread from my aroused shaft.  I stroked the ridge pressing the suit and fingered at its edges.  I pulled my legs to me as I rolled in the pit from my aroused ardor.  The pressing goop heightened my arousal.  I forgot the world as a shun and concentrated on the immediate need for satisfaction manifested in my arousal and carnal lust.  Breathing increased.  My heart pounded in the chest.  I panted into the gas mask.  The mask valves popped in my ears.  I heard the beating heart in my head.  Only the popping of valves, the swooshing of my breath and the thrumming heartbeat reached my isolated world inside the pit.  I stroked harder at the rigid hot tool.  I was completely focused on the few square inches of rubbery sex that meant complete personal gratification and reassurance of my self.

My muscles jerked and my hand pawed at the crotch, slick from the goop as I exploded with forbidden pleasure.  I quickly took the garden tool and went to mucking the drain.  I pulled built up sludge from it and worked pieces of paper from it until I felt the stuff flowing again.  I felt the pressure of the stuff lessen as it slowly drained through the opening.  I had to remain inside the pit long enough to verify that the drain would not clog again before I pulled my legs under and got to my knees.  I then struggled to stand and my head popped out of the stuff as I reached over the edge of the manhole opening.  The hoist attached to the shoulders lifted me from the hole and two shuns with hoses immediately sprayed me with cold water, rinsing the residue gunk from me.

The mechanical voice chirped, "Shun violation.  Self-pleasuring observed.  Four week extension on breathing restrictions, three month extension of sentence, work detail period extended one month, pleasure denial extended ten days."

I sighed as another shun pulled the air hose off the tube and I pushed the end back into the crotch connection.  That few minutes were well worth the extensions of punishment and sentence.  I had come to realize that the sentencing extensions would probably mean I would never again live outside the rubber suit and I now expected that the breathing restriction punishment was more permanent than temporary.  I was also surprisingly excited at the prospect and planned to be the shun that cleaned out the pit often.

Chapter 6, Reconciliation

Shun 31254, Miranda, felt constant pressure on her entire body.  She saw nothing.  She heard nothing.  She smelled nothing or tasted anything.  The only sensation was the pressure.  The pressure was so unchanging that it soon faded from her thoughts, leaving her with no reality to grasp.  She was lost in this blank sterile place with no sensory input for her mind to process.  She was hanging on a gray wall and looking for even the tiniest crack in the blank surface to grasp.  She searched vainly for a respite from her blank and empty world.  She knew isolation.  Years as a Shun slowly changed a person into a reclusive animal needing little social interaction but this complete absence of sensory input was way beyond even the most insane form of solitary isolation.  Time stood still for her.  She had been here one day or twenty; she had no clue.  She knew it was less than fourteen since that was supposed to be the limit of her punishment.  At least she thought she knew that to be true. 

She read of the holes and the isolation cells of the old prison system before she was shunned.  The mental balance of the prisoners subjected to that harsh treatment was always a discussion of her psychology classes.  She once participated in an experiment in which her vision and hearing were removed for a number of days.  The room was kept at a constant temperature that matched skin temperature and she wore only a lightweight cotton body stocking.  Even this did not reach complete sensory deprivation.  She still could touch things.  Even so, her mind began to shut down from the lack of and the dulling of the input to her mind.  She was kept in the experiment only one day before she was literally crawling the walls.

Of course as a Shun, she had to live with the constant deprivation of human contact in the normal sense but now she was being tested beyond her own dreams.  She hallucinated in the beginning of the punishment.  She had wild flights of fantasy.  She was free of being a Shun.  But somehow she was still in the rubber suit.  She found other people who loved rubber clothing and together they explored the sensual world of latex and love denied to the Shuns.

The preparations for her punishment began immediately after the pronouncement.  Her communications interlink announced "Shun 31254 will be placed in isolation for fourteen days."

The Trustees released her from the infernal interrogation chair.  She had not drunk any of her piss, though she had been ready for it.  She was taken to a relief station and allowed to relieve herself.  They forced fluid into her mouth tube and she swallowed.  She felt a numbing of her throat as the Trustee pulled the gas mask from her face.  He took a flexible tube that was about one foot long and pushed it into her mouth opening.  A second Trustee pulled her head back and the esophagus seemed stretched.  The tube went down and the numbing kept her gag reflex under control.  Soon the tubing was sealed to her facemask. 

Thin flexible tubes were pushed into her nostrils and little balloons inflated to seal them inside.  She was then forced into a latex bondage sack.  Internal sleeves immobilized the arms.  A hood covered her face and head. Holes allowed the Trustees to pull the tubing for the mouth, nose, catheter and anal cavity out of the sack.  The bag zipped closed and the additional pressure from the latex skin pressed her body.

At this point she knew she had been lifted then lowered vertically.  She had no idea why.  Again she felt some tugging at the tubing, most likely as it was being adjusted and connected to whatever device would monitor her.

The isolation chamber was a steel cylinder.  It was lined inside with a double layer of latex.  The suspended body did not touch the ground.  Once all of the connections were completed, an explosive burst of air would push water into the cell.  The cell would conform to the victim's body and squeeze it from above, below, and the sides with equal pressure.  The water temperature was carefully maintained at exactly the temperature of human skin.  Air passed through a filtering system to remove any hint of odor and the tubing, not like the usual latex tubing for most Shuns, was plastic and did not add any odor to the purified air that was also heated to body temperature.

Nourishment passed directly to the stomach after being warmed to the internal temperature of the trapped individual's body.  It was carefully fed to avoid any sensation of fullness or emptiness in the intestinal system.  The victim literally felt nothing.  Minute suction drew away the waste products through a system designed t avoid any feeling beyond the pressing fullness of the tubing already fixed inside the body.

After the initial burst and explosive press from the filling sack, the victim ultimately found herself in an unchanging world.  The press acted almost like weightlessness, as it remained excruciatingly constant.  The idea was total sensory isolation.  The results were oft time complete mental breakdown on the part of the helpless victim inside.

Miranda waited in the dark for what came next.  To her shock, she was suddenly subjected to constant pressure from every side of her body.  Her feet, her head, her arms and legs, her torso were all pushed by the exact same force.  It felt so stimulating.  She was completely aroused by the sensation.  She wanted to cum inside the bondage but the system would not allow it.  She was forced to float inside the cocoon and wait for what came next.  She waited and waited and waited.  Nothing came next.  The perversity of the situation was exactly that.  She wanted something to happen...ANYTHING!  Nothing changed.  The dull press became boring and still nothing changed.

She drew on her memories for some input.  She tried to bite her tongue or chew something to prove she was alive but the gag filling her mouth prevented it.  She waited to be hungry but she never was.  She even wanted the cramps that came from defecation...they never came.  She felt no urge to piss or shit.  She felt no desire to eat.  She felt nothing but that dull press and it soon faded like background music in a store.

The mind creates its own reality to fill the void left when no outside senses were available.  And it was no different with Miranda.  She drew on her past and remembered her school experiment.  That was too remote though similar to keep her mind active long.  She was soon thinking about her encounter with Jim at the railroad station.  She never intended for him to be convicted as a Shun.  She actually felt a bit sorry for getting Jim into the situation, although the brief moments just a few days earlier were heavenly.

He was so warm in her fingers and so compliant to her touch.  As a Shun she had forgotten how it was to be exciting to someone.  The mere fact that he was so aroused by her situation excited her as never before.  People in the CR ignored Shuns.  Shuns were just a part of overlooked flotsam in her country.  But Jim responded and reminded her that she was a living and breathing person.  She was so happy to see him in the streets, a Shun like her, and knew that she had to bring him into her life at any cost.  She replayed the day they were together in the vault through her mind.  She worked herself into an impassioned frenzy with no hope of relief as she remembered the night in her mind.  There was Jim, so ready to know her love.  He took her and loved her.  He showed her there was life for a Shun beyond her encapsulated existence.  Shun sex was artificial in comparison to the feeling of the warmth from another being.  Even encased as they were in latex, the heat still mingled and proved their desire.  Their passion could not be shielded by the rubber.  For Jim and the hope of being together again she had to retain her sanity.  She had to fight the emptiness of the deprivation punishment.

Memories are strong but the assault of sensory denial takes its toll on the mind.  Toward the end of the two weeks, Miranda vaguely remembered the other Shun.  He was a male Shun and she thought she liked him.  She seemed to have a common bond with him but she just couldn't quite grab the thought.  She remembered she was Miranda, Shun Number 31254.  She lived in the California Republic.  Seattle was home and she was a Shun.  She couldn't remember anything of her before life and that scared her...that and her knowledge that there was another Shun that must be very close to her and she couldn't pull the memory from the mush of her brain.  Was it someone she knew from before?  Had she met him after becoming a Shun?  That last thought was very unlikely.  She tried desperately to recall what she was doing just a few days before this sensory loss.  Funny her mind was like the drawers of a locked filing cabinet and she lost the key. 

The pressure subsided.  She was hoisted from the cylinder and hands worked on her body.  She felt the hands working on the bag that covered her and there was low red light.  She collapsed to the ground as the hoisting cable was slacked.  The Trustees dragged her to a table and placed her on it.  Now fellows in white smocks huddled over her.  They looked into her eyes.  They pulled the tubing from her nose.  They lifted her head and pulled the tubing from her throat.  She gagged as it raked her esophagus. 

Her transmitter crackled, "Shun 31254."  She jerked at the sound.  She looked about as a frightened animal.  One of the fellows to the side mumbled to his partner, "I wish we could take them when they come out of the isolation.  They are so frightened.  They look so vulnerable.  They seem so lonely."

She did feel that and more.  She was suddenly in a place with sounds, sights and odors.  Her familiar gas mask was being sealed to her head.  The tubing was reconnected to the crotch.  Memories began to stir as they restored the familiar trappings of her life as a shun. 

"Shun 31254 can rest for one hour.  Then it must be removed to the Shun Zone."

She rested.  Slowly the lights came up over the course of the hour.  Her eyes adjusted.  She looked about and saw the trustees in the corner.  Slowly she regained an understanding of where she was.  The stimulation wand inside her pussy exploded to life.

"A reward for being a good Shun during your restoration examination."

She shuddered with the intensity of the vibrator.  It was so powerful and fulfilling.  She rubbed her breasts to rouse them.  She stroked her sides; she writhed like an animal on the gurney.  The trustees became aroused and they were looking about in fervent desire to be a part of the show.  She came with a muffled scream into her mask.  She humped on the table.  She put her hand to the base of the rod and pulled at it to add a pumping motion to the vibrations.  She came again and the vibrations stopped.  She forgot about the restricted breathing of her mask.  She was faint from lack of air. She was panting hard to restore the oxygen that had rushed to her muscles as her orgasm peaked.

She was weak from the two weeks in the cylinder and this culminating lust.  She rolled from the gurney and literally crawled to the door.  A trustee held the door for her as she, exhausted from the whole session, crawled outside.  She saw the city and again those drawers of her mind cracked open but not enough.

Chapter 7, Renewing a Friendship

I had no idea how much longer my sentence in the restricted mask was.  It had been increased many times to date and I felt as though I took five steps back for every step forward.  The sump diving became a regular activity for me.  It was strange that they let me continue with it since they always extended my punishment each time I masturbated in the pit.  I realized that it was all part of the game by the third week.  Part of the web to extend my sentence and punishments for eternity.  Well, I was having plenty of fun when I did the thing and my days pretty much kept him happy, at least sexually.  I realized that I was totally useless in a real sense.  I knew that when I ever completed the Shun sentence, my adjustment to the world was next to impossible.  I wondered what they did with the Shuns that made it through a sentence.  Did they have a special store for us to keep in supply with rubber suits?  Did they turn us loose on some isolated island to live out their days?

There were six hours each day that I did not have to be at the feeding station.  I actually was approaching the end of the punishment at the station.  They did not increase that portion of my punishment the last few times, only the pleasure denial and the breath restrictions.  Anyway for six hours each day I would wander over to King Street Station and search for Miranda.  Then failing to find her, I strolled to the Magnolia Bluffs and Discovery Park.  The first few times I went there, I got frowns from the people but soon I was just another fixture to ignore.  I watched the sunsets and enjoyed the waves on the beach below.  I saw the sea birds and the occasional Orca on the sound.  I watched the clouds as they scudded across the horizon.  I thought of Miranda and wondered what they did to her.

Miranda wandered the city aimlessly in search of something to jog her mind.  She relearned the maps to feeding stations, relief and rest centers.  She knew there was a special place she often went but it remained hidden in her dusty brain.  She wandered out to Magnolia in the fourth week after her release from isolation.  Her proximity alert began to chirp.  That was odd, she thought.  Shuns didn't usually come to Magnolia.  She was in the park and saw a rubberized figure sitting at the edge of the bluff.  It had its legs to its chest and arms crossed over its knees.  She saw something else too and this caused her heart to stir.  Its breathing system matched hers.  This was the first Shun she had seen with the same restrictive breathing system.  She walked closer, defying the growing and persistent chirp in her head. 

The Shun turned its head and stood quickly.  It quickly was apparent it was a "he."  He came toward Miranda and stopped several feet from her.  He surveyed her.  He suddenly ran to her and wrapped his arms around her. 

"Shun violation!  Shun Contact!  Shun Violation!  Two months added to Shun sentence.  Cease Shun contact!  Breathing restriction increase by two weeks.  Shun violation!  Cease Shun contact!"

She knew him.  She knew she wanted him somehow.  She clung to him and wouldn't let go.   He didn't mind it either.  The two were racking up added sentences and punishments and didn't give a care.  They were together and he knew he wanted to be, she decided she did too once her mind sorted it all out.

He went to a sand pit and scrawled in the sand, "Miranda, what happened to you?"

The fellow knew her name.  That did mean something.  She answered, "Isolation for two weeks.  Complete and utter sensory denial.  Terrifying."

He wiped out the answer and wrote; "Do you remember your vault?"

"Vault!" she thought.  "The vault surely must not be safe now.  But he had brought that remembrance to into her mind."

She wrote, "I remember the vault."

He wrote, "I am assigned to feeding station 23.  The duty seems endless and I have been put on pleasure denial since we were caught."

"Bad", she wrote.

"Why did you tape my gas mask back on wrong?"

"I wanted you to have the same breathing punishment I did.  I wanted the company and your companionship in the erotic hardship it provided.  I thought it made us more together.  Kind of like an engagement ring."

He wrote, "Fair enough" and drew a smiley face.

He wrote, "Meet you at your spot in six hours."

"Spot?"

"King Street Station, North entrance, where I saw you that first time."

Another jolt to her memory.  It now was coming back.  She used to sit at the station for hours on empty hours watching the people coming and going with purpose in their lives.  Being stripped of purpose was the main punishment in being a Shun.  That and having nothing to look forward to except the State initiated pleasure cycles.  Then this fellow came to her that day and she felt she was more than an object, at least to him.  And now where could they go that was safe.

He wrote into the sand, "Let's meet at the Station at midnight.  I have an idea."

He left and she watched the sun set behind the Olympics.  The spectacular beauty of the rose and pink and orange sky reflected on the bay and inspired her with the natural beauty.  She wondered for the millionth time whether she would ever stop being a Shun and if so what would she do and be?

I found her at the Station.  This time I took the lead and headed straight for the feeding station.  As an employee of the station, I had a special card to gain entry.  The entry was not restricted since a work detail Shun often had to come in at odd hours, but the entries were monitored. 

At King Street Station I marked a message for Miranda to follow once reaching the feeding station.  I told her I would prop the door and she would have to drop in right behind me and kick the stop out.  The alarm system would allow the door to remain open about five seconds without going off once I swiped his card at the access.  Inside she was to wait in shadow while I determined who was on the night shift and where they were.  With luck they were all in the preparation room.  Usually the shift was in the middle of a pleasure cycle at this time, something I would always watch and become horny watching.  It was a good way to get psyched up for the pit dive that I would be tasked to do later.  Tonight I had other plans though, but checking in on the shift was important.

Sure enough, the four Shuns on duty were in pleasure cycle.  Three were females and I watched for a few minutes before trotting back to where Miranda was.  I motioned her to follow me and we went to the pit room.

As expected, the pit was full of food waste.  I expected this.  I took the respirator from the hook and brought it to Miranda.  I looked for the spare a few minutes before finding it.  The spare was an emergency backpack with an air tank.  It had a 30-minute supply of air.  I pulled the tubing from Miranda's mask and crotch and pulled the harness of the system over her arms and strapped her into it.  I connected the air hose to her mask.  Then I pulled off is breathing tubing, strapped the tank to my back, and pulled the emergency supply connector to my mask.

I pulled Miranda to the edge of the pit and sat down with my feet in it.  I motioned her to sit at the opposite side then I pointed into the hole.  I dropped into the stuff and Miranda followed.  The stuff covered us and pressed them.  Then I found her rubberized body in the dark and held her to me.

Our legs entwined and we rubbed against each other.  I felt my building heat and felt the urgency of her touch.  I clawed at her crotch to open the covering flap and pull the dildo from her rubbery sheath.  I opened his own crotch piece and released my rubberized cock.  I slid it into her pearl and began to pump myself to complete ecstasy.  She responded by grasping me tightly and letting me rake at her back and buns.  She pulled my tight butt to her and reveled in the warmth of the sludge.  We grunted with passion but no sounds passed beyond our encased worlds.  We thrust to each other in passionate fury.  Only touch guided our love, as we were blinded and deaf in the pit.  The pressing sludge added to the touch as the suits pressed to us and massaged us with each movement.   All was bliss and we were together again. 

I felt my building desire for lust and I hastened my thrusts as best I could.  It is nearly impossible to hurry lovemaking when encased in latex and completely covered in mud-like sludge.  Miranda almost floated on my rod and I felt her ride me in and out of her sheathed pussy.  I knew her own building passion was making her a dripping animal of rubber desire and her sheath slipped along the lining of her Venus vessel with arousing fury.  My pre-cum lubricated my sheath and I felt the rubber sliding along shaft, heightening the whole experience as well.  I held her to me.  I wanted to kiss but it was impossible in the pit and with the breathing gear.  I pulled her cheek to mine and brushed her to me.  She understood and responded.  I put my tongue to my respirator and imagined the rubber to be her mouth.  I didn't expect that she would do the same but I didn't care at this point.  We were together, making love in this seamy pit and completely enclosed in protective rubber that shielded us from the sludge, kept us apart as in protective cocoons and heightened our tactile lust and passion at the same time.  Never had I felt so close to a woman yet layers of thin rubber separated us.  The irony of the moment wasn't lost on me...that rubber suits could bring people closer seemed so esoteric.  Only Miranda and I and the other Shuns understood.

The analysis of the moment swept aside as passion took control.  My slow pumping was rewarded by Miranda clutching me tightly as she came with furious abound.  I felt her clamping and drawing me to her as I suddenly found myself shooting my seed into my sheath.  I held her as I rode the waves of love and lust to the promised shore.  I wanted to let the waves wash me to a beach of purist sand where Miranda and I could rest together.  The idea of ending this moment seemed terrible to imagine.  I gripped my lover and wanted her to never leave my side. 

Miranda was ripped from my arms.  I struggled to find her but only caught her leg and foot as she was pulled from the pit.  I knew in an instant what happened.  I swam to the surface and arms grabbed for me as I broke the sludge...

We were reconnected to our own breathing tubes and standing side by side awaiting punishment sentence.  The crime was again unspeakable.  We had repeated the violation of the Shun rules against physical contact.  Further we had participated in unauthorized sexual conduct. 

"One month isolation for both.  Sentence to be carried out immediately."

Miranda tried to scream in her gag and the muffle only brought a rebuke for silence from the administrator.  She knew the terror she was about to be placed in.  She had barely survived two weeks of it and that still left scars.  Now they were putting her and Jim into one of those infernal isolation chambers for a month!  She knew what it was; Jim didn't.  She had no way to warn him either.  Would their shared experiences be strong enough to hold them together for a month?  She really didn't want to find out but she knew she had no choice.