Dark Days (Written Pictures #2) (15 page)

CHAPTER XXXV – Americana

She had no idea she was being so closely scrutinised and continued, smiling as her straining foot at last nudged the last box sideways. Now able to hook a toe on the edge, Raven slid it forward until she could finally kick it clear of the locker and into range of her fingers.

Stretching as far as she could despite the nagging from her shoulder, Raven grasped the last box and clutched it to her bare chest, gasping at its unexpected chill. A tug on the chain slid it back along the rail and soon all four boxes were lined up side by side, large to small, on the slatted pine bench.

The shiny wrapping dazzled under the harsh strip lights and Raven looked down at the boxes, curiosity making her eager to open them yet at the same time, caution born of experience making her wary.

Narrowing her eyes, Raven first inspected them visually. Well-wrapped boxes, nothing more. Nothing was ticking or buzzing either, that was a bonus. Carefully, she picked up one of the mid-sized ones, sampling its weight, turning it for clues, delaying the inevitable.

A small label, no larger than a postage stamp, was stuck to the top left hand corner of each lid. They gave nothing away apart from the order in which to open each box – a simple 1
st
, 2
nd
, 3
rd
and 4
th
. Biting her lip and wincing again at a stab of renewed soreness from her shoulder, Raven reached for the lid of the box labelled ‘1
st
’.

== ~ ==

Topping up Alexei’s coffee, Natalia noticed the misplaced mug and smiled, nudging it thoughtfully back onto the mat. “You’ll never find another of these if you ruin it, brother,” she chastised gently in their native tongue, bringing her presence crashing into his absorption. Without thinking, he shot out a hand and slammed the lid of his laptop closed - a graphic representation of guilt Natalia couldn’t miss.

“What were you doing, Alexei?” Her eyes narrowed slightly in fear of the answer she anticipated if he told her the truth.

With a grunt Alexei rose, his chair scraping back as he plucked the coffee from the mat. “Checking all is in order for our day, dear sister,” he responded, scooping his laptop protectively under his arm. Thinking quickly, he bent to kiss her forehead in the way he knew always made her feel safe. And to the smile that spread across her mouth, he turned and hurried away. Natalia’s smile though never reached her eyes.

== ~ ==

Raven prized off the lid marked ‘1
st
’ and slipped it from the large square box, placing it carefully aside. The smell hit her before she saw it and it wasn’t entirely a surprise. Inhaling deeply to draw in the suggestive scent, Raven peered inside at the extreme edge of the allowance of the chain locked to her collar. There, folded neatly in the base of the box, was a latex explosion of red, white and blue. Taking it, and shaking the material free, she righted it to hold it by the shoulders with pinched forefingers and thumbs.

It was a catsuit, a deflated fetish explosion of aberrant Americana. Red and white stripes ringed the torso, and stretched to the ends of the arms and legs to where the cuffs were abbreviated, clearly designed to show off the thick steel bands on her wrists that denoted her status. That was not all though and as Raven inspected it, the catsuit’s bizarre nature fully revealed itself.

Not immediately apparent, as she looked closer she saw that an explosion of white five pointed stars appeared to shoot outward from the Old Glory Blue circles that edged holes in the material. Those holes were where she knew her breasts would have to be squeezed through. The latex appeared thicker there. Shit, not good. Looking down the garment, she saw the edging and stars repeated around a large blue oval hole where normally the crotch would be.

Disgust and arousal – Raven wasn’t sure which was stronger. Gripping the latex tighter in her fingers as if for reassurance, she drew the garment to her. It was cold, as latex always was until worn, and the shudder it sent up her body spurred her to inhale deeply once again, drawing deeper on the aroma she so enjoyed.

It wouldn’t be her first time in latex, in fact far from it, but she had always been fully covered. Black and dramatic were her style, though on occasion she would don brilliant red just for impact, just to shock. Suggestion was her preference, not in your face display. That was for sluts, silly submissive sluts. Not her. Suggestion spun the mind and sparked the imagination. Imagination was potent when it could be captured.

There was no choice though, not here. Anyway, if Alexei wanted her to have her tits hanging out then she would thrust them into his face and made sure he got a damn good look at them.

Shit. What has happening to her? Was Alexei becoming the justification for everything? She wasn’t some common slut but she did want him to see just what he could have. Could? Would? Did? Oh God.

Raven knew what she had to do and gathering up one of the legs, she pointed her toes and plunged it down into the tube of cold material. She had done this countless times before, but the brilliant thrill of donning latex never dimmed. She had always found dressing more sensual than undressing. It was a preparation for the infinite promise of what lay ahead, rather than part of the endgame. It was always in the preparation.

She knew she had the body, she had worked hard on it after all. If she ate as much with her mouth as she did with her eyes, she would be in trouble but her body was her chief weapon so she had to keep it primed. Feeling the familiar grip of latex, she also knew there was no better way to exhibit it and so tugged on the leg to help punch her foot through the thick gathering that then snapped back around her ankle.

Repeating the process, Raven was soon hobbled by the thick mess of latex that gathered around her lower legs. Normally, she would simply have bent but chained as she was by the collar, she couldn’t quite reach as far down as she needed. So, gritting her teeth in determination, she pulled up a leg as far as she could against the rubberised resistance. It took longer than usual, disadvantaged as she was by the chain but with a good degree of twisting and stretching, tugging and cursing, the latex garment was eventually past her knees and bunching against her thighs.

She paused for breath. It was always a full workout getting these things on but it was always worth it. Redoubling her efforts, she drew the cloying catsuit to her hips and then beyond and higher with a shimmy, or three, or four.

She could reach the whole garment now, and hooking a finger through a reinforced opening, she was momentarily glad when it easily slipped in place to cradle an ass that needed no such support. It was then that the full extent of her exposure became evident. Front to back, totally exposed with a dark circle of blue framing her crotch and stars exploding from it, just to recall any attention that had somehow otherwise drifted. The planned impact of the artwork was clear and hauling the tight latex higher to cover her tummy, Raven’s next challenge was presented.

Looking at the chest area of the garment, it was obvious that the holes were too small for her ample breasts to fit through. Well, comfortably at least. That though would probably be irrelevant and no doubt her ongoing discomfort would amuse them. Not only would it be a struggle to get on, but it would continue to be a struggle, squeezing as the thick latex would around the base of each breast.

It had to be done though so, sucking in her tummy, Raven thrust her arms deep into those of the suit and pushed until her cuffed wrists popped through, left then right. The chest area of the catsuit immediately pressed against her recently assaulted breasts and she flinched as the thick rubber seemed to instantly mimic Yuri’s grasp without allowing them to fully push through.

Fishing around under her ass, Raven found the tab of the zip and with a slow pivoting of her hips, worked it upwards to seal herself inside. Slowly, the garment gripped tighter with each tooth ascended until, reaching the top, the tab snapped off with the strain.

Fuck! Quick release was not an option now. Dumb cow, she should have squeezed her breasts through first. Struggling to breathe, she fished fingers through the holes, trying to coax her sunburnt breasts through to allow her lungs more scope to expand.

The first was a struggle, skin sticking to latex and refusing to pass through the rim without leaving a legacy as that smarted like a burn. The second was the real problem though as, already having been crushed and reddened by the large hand of Yuri, each movement stabbed at her, shortening her breathing further. ‘Damn thing,’ she cursed inwardly, ‘always was slightly larger.’

She had to do it though. It was a stark choice but the only one to make so screwing her eyes tightly shut, Raven took her own nipple between forefinger and thumb, squeezed and pulled hard.

== ~ ==

In the relative safety of his bathroom and with the door locked, Alexei lowered the lid and sat on his toilet, flipping the laptop open, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be disturbed. The sight that greeted him was all he could wish and more besides and he watched in awe as the woman willingly damaged herself just to dress. And she was dressing for him.

A soft moan of approval passed his lips and as he closed the lid of his laptop once again he rested a hand on it as if to assure possession of its contents. Today would be the most enjoyable one yet, though perhaps only for him.

== ~ ==

If she wasn’t so horrified that it was her exposed to the humiliation of the look, she would have nodded in appreciation. But standing there clothed yet naked, Raven could only blush in shame when looking down to see her bare breasts, tightly ringed, reddened and bulbous, protruding through the garish catsuit.

There were three more boxes to go though, so this was only the start. Bending as best she could until the chain to her neck snapped tight again, Raven took hold of the lid of the second and slid it aside.

It was a longer but narrower box and if she had considered it, Raven would have fielded a pretty accurate guess at the contents. There, laying cocooned in scarlet tissue paper, was a pair of boots. These were not her usual style however. Normally, Raven would choose a pair with a dangerous heel and elegant toe leading to buttery soft black leather that was fitted to slide closely against her skin, elongating already endless legs.

This pair though was quite different. A two inch sole hung heavily in her hand and the complimentary six inch heel was two higher than she usually wore, a whore’s heel designed for only standing and sex. It was the colour that next struck her. The patent leather shone brightly in the almost surgical light and the gaudy fire engine red was even brighter than the Old Glory Red stripes that shot down her latex clad arms.

Forcing down the cheap plastic zip, Raven splayed the faux leather apart and bending as far as she could, hooked her foot inside. ‘At least the heels will allow me more movement,’ she thought to herself, rising a full six inches as her foot nestled in the first boot. She repeated the process with the other. ‘That’s if I don’t break my fucking neck first.’

Raven tugged at the zip and after more effort than she expected, finally persuaded it to rise over the metal ankle cuff. Closing the second boot around her calf and standing aloft at her newly augmented height, cuffed ankles already wobbled to adjust.

Two more boxes, halfway there. Looking down from her stilted position, Raven could only wonder just what else they expected her to wear. It was further to bend down to the boxes now and the third box proved more of a challenge as she had placed it further away. But bend she did and sliding the lid of the large square aside, what was revealed inside was the oddest contents yet.

Inside was a bevelled circle, decorated with a large white five pointed star in the centre on a background of the same blue as was on her catsuit. Surrounding that, two red circles completed the design. A familiarly pungent aroma struck her and, curling her fingers around what she expected to be a sharp edge, she lifted the object and turned it over for inspection.

It was lighter that she thought it would be and, seeing the bands on the rear, she knew precisely what it was. It was a shield of course but, constructed of rubber it was for show rather than substance - it would offer scant protection against whatever came her way.

With a sigh, she slipped her left arm through the first strap, gripping the second in her hand to hold the ineffectual shield ready. There, as she caught a reflection of herself in the full length mirror that dressed the far wall from ceiling to floor, a bizarre image looked back.