Vacuum-Packed

Dart slides inside the rubber vac bed and it seals him tight. His skin stretches under the latex like a second skin. Elise’s voice stays calm. She says she can watch every heartbeat, every breath. The electro plug buried in his ass connects through a port in the bed, wires feeding straight into the power box. Only a short tube pokes out where his mouth used to be, the only link left to the open air. She runs her gloved hands across the sucked-tight surface. Rubber creaks. Every curve of his body presses up, trapped and displayed. When she flips the breath-control valve, the tube hisses. The current snaps through his hole at the same moment. The monitor spikes. Dart jerks inside the vacuum, a helpless twitch of muscle and latex. Elise watches the numbers climb, lips parted. Her fingers slip between her thighs and she grinds down on his sealed chest, riding the bound shape of him. The rubber gives under her weight but never lets him move. She rocks harder, breath turning ragged, until the orgasm rips through her and she moans over his trapped body.