Mistress Erinne met Kevin on KinkDatez. Kevin was excited at the sight of her body in thick rubber. Erinne warned him “The last guy I played with ended up wanting to sleep under me and lets just say pressed against my chest he slept so long he never woke up.” Kevin wasn’t scared by this the least. He told her his safeword was snail and then went offline. Having her address appear in the app was enough for him to know he was welcome. He wore his black and pink leather jacket and a black pair of pants, he drove his motorcycle weaving through traffic shaving minutes off his commute as he rushed to the one thing that had excited him his entire life, a giant woman in latex.

He arrived to her address, it seemed totally out of the ordinary. Kevin hesitated as he got out of the car slowly in an alley behind an abandoned factory. He walked up to the door and a camera swiveled toward him “Who are you and what do you want” He stammered “This is the address I was given by Mistress Erinne”

The door snapped open slamming against the wall, Mistress Erinne grabbed the collar of his jacket yanked him inside and slammed the door shut and said “Nice to see you, nobody followed you nobody knows you’re here?” she saw his phone in his pocket and quickly slid it out before stomping it beneath her heel “Truly nobody knows you’re here now.” Kevin gulped and said “You realize that was an expens…”

Mistress Erinne cut him off and said “You won’t be worrying about expensive phones or anything after I’m done with you, that is if I ever finish with you. You told on your profile that you’re the unbreakable suffocation toy of KinkDatez. I’m here to see how truly unbreakable you are. I want to see how long you can handle without air, perhaps breathing only sweat. Most of all I want to see if you can handle me sleeping on top of you, your face smashed into my chest, just like Davie who didn’t wake up the next morning. I didn’t feel any struggles or hear anything so he must have passed out peacefully and then died.

Kevin turned toward the door, it had a complex locking mechanism on it he couldn’t figure out to open even if his life depended on it. There were no windows, just the buzz of fluorescent light overhead and a warehouse full of rubber clothing with a 600 pound behemoth of a woman standing inches from his body. The heat of her body coming through and off of the rubber overalls and jacket she wore. In a matter of seconds BANG Kevin’s head slammed into the concrete as Mistress Erinne slammed his whole body down beneath hers. Kevin’s eyes blurred, the bang echoed in his ears. He wondered if he had just been brain injured by this giant woman. Meanwhile she slowly lowered her crotch and ass down over his face, sealing off his mouth and nose in a sticky extremely hot grip of rubber. She grinned and said “Watertight and airtight zipper doesn’t mean heat tight, I bet your face is being cooked between my thighs” She slammed her thighs together smashing his forehead and eyes. She laughed and said “Can you even open your eyes under my weight, not that you can see anything. You’d have my rubber overalls smashed into your eye” she rocked her weight forward into his head and grinned as she heard his skull creaking and said “Hmm, might not be as breakable as my last toy, are you still getting air?”

She didn’t lift herself up as his body began running out of oxygen, he lifted his arm and began slapping her leg. Her response was rubbing her chest and belly, enjoying the rubber and saying “It’s okay, I won’t let you die, but I won’t be letting you stay conscious either. You best be ready to black out a lot as my plaything.” she then ground her body deeply into his, flattening him beneath her weight. She laughed as she heard his gurgling cries as her latex outfit forced its way into his mouth and nose, her pressure near deadly as she crushed the consciousness out of him. Once his body went limp she stood up, grabbed a large wide black leather belt with four buckles that was two feet wide, she used the belt to strap his unconscious body against her chest, pulling the dirty old leather belt up over his head before wrenching it as tight as possible right as his eyes flicked open, his scream was instantly muffled as his face was plunged deep into her thick chest and belly. She laid forward and said “Good luck surviving the night” as her weight settled over his body and face flattening hm.

For Kevin this was scary, he was used to people sitting on him, sometimes pushing him to thrashing in panic, but he had blacked out now and was strapped down whimpering in agonizing terror, begging for her to release him and yet she didn’t care. She just laid there, slowly dozing off and then snoring over his body as he panicked and squirmed trapped beneath her rubber flattened against the concrete floor. the cold concrete and hot rubber balancing his body so he wouldn’t literally be cooked alive by her heat.

Kevin felt his body going limp, he wiggled his tongue and then passed out. He reawoke in the same place, his body was hurting all over from being pressed against the cement floor by the giant woman. He kept awakening and blacking out, she didn’t respond in any way, she just laid asleep only occasionally wiggling over his poor body. The next morning sunlight flooded the dim dirty windows. Erinne stood up and said “I’m surprised you lived through that” Kevin said “I think I died a few times, that or at least lost a lot of brain cells from suffocating all night under you.”

Erinne said to Kevin “Well can you get up?” Kevin struggled, his body weakly sliding across the floor.

Erinne grabbed him and picked him up, his face landing on her shoulder buried in the soft black rubber. She walked out of the factory building and to a minivan where she put Kevin into the hatchback inside of a thick blue duffel bag before driving off. Mistress Erinne dragged the duffel bag up the stairs into her house then up into the attic. She pulled her sweat soaked massive red and black rubber overalls and jacket off before smashing them into the bag, making sure to pack the wettest stickiest rubber right over Kevins face. She said “If you survive this I’ll let you sleep with me again.” She zipped the bag closed her sweat soaked rubber clothing pressed inward against Kevins body harder as the bag was forced shut. Kevin whimpered from the intense pressure and almost airless surroundings he was locked within. He could barely wiggle his head, his legs were uncomfortably folded as were his arms wrapped around her dirty suit, every struggle involuntarily pulling the rubber tighter to his face.

Mistress Erinne walked out of the attic down the stairs and slammed the door closed. A whole day passed, Kevins bladder was about to burst. He was begging for air and consciousness was more of a suggestion than an obligation for his brain. He spent a lot of time blacked out suffocated in sweat. The next morning he awoke squirming in the bag coughing as he inhaled the hot thick smell of rubber and sweat his and hers mixed together. It was acrid and sour, a salty rubbery smell that made him aroused. He was embarrssed that he was aroused by the grotesque atmosphere he was trapped within. Then he felt the womans weight pressing the rubber into his body. Mistress Erinne said “Is’t this cool, the internet is out which means I only have the old TV up here with the VCR to watch, I’ll just sit on you!” and settled her weight in as she turned up the TV to drown out any of Kevin’s screaming or muffled gagging whimpers.

The day ground past slowly for her and him, slower for him trapped in the dirty confines, sealed in a dark prison of sweat and sticky rubber, suffocating with no end in sight. A horrifying existence of being at the edge of death every second of life, barely clinging to consciousness. The many blackouts were doing their toll on him, he began sleeping for several hours at a time sealed in that sack. It had now been two days since he last ate anything other than her sweat and yet he didn’t feel hungry. Her sweat was a thick gelatinous substance that dripped from the latex, it forced him to eat it as he inhaled or threatened to drown him.

That night she fell asleep on the bag on top of him, he prayed he wouldn’t struggle, instead the entire night he spent blacking out and trying his hardest, convulsing against her flesh and the rubber trying to move before blacking out again. This was it, he knew he had to escape or he would actually suffocate. He tried to twist his body, the rubber held him down, pulling at it and clawing at it did nothing, it held his hands in place and its thickness made his nails useless. Trying to bite it sent shivers down his spine and made him gag. It was a perfect weapon.

His body slowed down, he rolled his face into the rubber and then went limp.

THE END

KEVIN DIED – TO REVIVE HIM READ ANOTHER STORY OR FIND AN ART WITH HIS NAME. OR LEAVE HIM DEAD SEE WHAT I CARE HE’S AN AI CREATED FICTIONAL CHARACTER 😛