Human Storage Round 02

Preamble - This is part 2 of the story, and assumes you've read part 1. Some elements may not make sense without the backstory.

It was several months since Amber had gone into storage for the first time. In fact, it was almost a year. She hadn't stop saving for her next adventure with the Human Storage company, and at this point had enough saved up in both holiday time and money for a full 2 weeks, but her life had taken an interesting turn. She had met a guy.

Vincent wasn't the type of man she thought she would fall for, but they were crazy compatible. So much so that it hadn't taken her more that a couple of months to open up to him about some of her many fetishes. Turned out he was happy to participate and also seemed to get some erotic pleasure from them. He particularly liked it when she wore her latex catsuit, so much so, that he bought her another suit that had built in sheaths that could be pushed into her pussy and ass. That way he could fuck her hard without undoing, or unzipping anything.

He also helped her with some of her more extreme encasement and sensory deprivation fantasies. He had purchased a leather sleep sack and they had experimented by securing her in it with a remote vibrator deep inside her pussy. He must have toyed with her for 3 hours that night. It was glorious.

The one thing she hadn't shared with him was her weird obsession with combining her fetishes together. She hadn't opened up to him about her preoccupation with latex vacuumed beds which combined latex, encasement, and sensory deprivation all wrapped into a neat package. Nor had she mentioned her week spend in the Human Storage warehouse, vacuum packed into a latex bed, locked in a tiny storage bay, and teased to orgasm after orgasm.

This morning when she looked at the calendar she noted it was 2 weeks until the one-year anniversary of her first storage experience. She had promised herself after the experience she would get back into storage as soon as she could, but after a review of her finances and her work vacation allotment, she had set a more realistic goal of 1 year to the day to get back into storage. In anticipation she had booked vacation a year ahead of time for that very reason. The day was almost upon her and she realized she would have to tell Vincent if she was going to do it again.

That night she sat him down and explained everything about her final fetish and her experience with Human Storage. Vincent was more intrigued than anything, and as was his way, very supportive of the idea. He asked lots of questions about how long she wanted to go for, and what would happen during the experience. He seemed especially interested in how a person going into storage would setup the scenario ahead of time specifying how often they would cum or how often they would be teased without orgasm. He almost immediately asked if he could help getting things booked with the company, and volunteer to drive her to and from the warehouse. Amber was thrilled and agreed.

The next day Vincent said he had called Human Storage and had a reservation for the day of her 1-year anniversary. It was a little awkward scheduling wise, as it didn't fall on a weekend this year, but the day seemed more significant that a little hiccup like that.

The following two weeks seems to crawl by as Amber was so focused on her upcoming storage. Work was dull, and putting everything in order for 2 weeks off, was annoying. She even found she was sort of bored talking with Vincent in the evenings. She tried fucking him a few times to see if that would make time go faster, but it didn't help.

The morning of the day finally arrived. Her rest the night before was fretful at best as she was so full of anticipation that sleep was elusive. She found her pussy dripping as she anticipated the adventure to come later that day. She put on some comfy clothes and was super happy Vincent arrived right on time to drive her to the warehouse.

The car couldn't go fast enough, and it seemed to take forever. With every minute her sex drive seemed to rachet up a bit. She almost asked Vincent to pull over so she could fuck him and get some of this sexual energy out of her system, but it would have just slowed things down further.

The warehouse looked the same as she remembered with a large generic front and the big sign with the letters HS on it. As Vincent was driving this time, they parked in the front and walked in the front door. Vincent talked with the receptionist and shortly the day shift manager Amber vaguely remembered from her first experience came out to greet her. She futzed around a bit with impatience as the day shift manager did a quick tour much like her first time here. Vincent commented to her about the bright clean layout and said he was impressed. He did some quick math and mentioned that with the two hallways probably had storage for 200 people or so. The manager nodded in agreement, and explained that they were actually near full capacity right now, and that business had really picked up this last year. Apparently, they were thinking about expanding to a second warehouse. They actually had 4 repeat clients right now that were scheduled to be in storage for a full 10 months each. He then went on about how their service had helped save a marriage. The story was a wife had agreed to be put into storage rather than be divorce. Amber thought she recalled a story like that from her first time around. Apparently, it worked. The husband wanted to try differing things, but after about 8 months realized he didn't want what he thought he did, so he didn't divorce her. Now their marriage was inseparable.

They continued the tour with examining the cleaning station, explaining about the various tubes, and attachments, blah, blah, blah, Amber was getting bored with all the talk and just wanted to get into storage quickly as she could. She couldn't take her mind off the memories of her first experience, how the heavy latex encased her body, and how she had floated in a sexual haze as she was teased and brought to orgasm after orgasm. She remembered how her sexually fogged mind learned to cope and handle the sensory deprivation. How powerful her orgasms were as her mind drifted. She could feel her breasts swelling and her pussy getting hot and wet just thinking about it.

Finally, they arrived at the setup bay. Amber's thoughts jolted back to reality as she saw the horizontal vacuum bed just like she remembered from her first time. The manager wished her a wonderful experience, and left her with the technicians. Just like before she was asked to undress by the two women working there. She didn't hesitate even with Vincent looking on, it's not like he hadn't seen every part of her already. The technicians ran through some of the basics again, about the sensors, food, etc. Vincent listened intently, but Amber was rushing. She couldn't wait to slid between the slick latex sheets again.

Amber recalled some of the bits of the previous experience as the technicians worked on the black coverings for her eyes and ears. She was guided to slide into the bed. Her aroused body went into overdrive as the latex flexed around her. As she shifted in, she had to stifle a moan from escaping as a micro-orgasm overtook her from the pure mental stimuli teasing her sexually stirred up brain. She helped the technician slide and position her legs spread open in the bed while reveling in the feel of the latex moving over her body. She felt the holes with heavy ridges positioned correctly above her breasts, pussy, and mouth, and below her ass.

The technicians sealed up the edge of the unit and the air finally started to be sucked out of the bed. This was it. She was going to be encased for 2 weeks, not moving and unable to do anything except be edged and brought to numerous orgasms. Ambers body was on fire with desire. Her mind was already starting to drift a bit into its previous learned experience. As the latex moulded and shaped to her body with the evacuating air, she felt little twinges of pleasure as the technicians manipulate her breasts and nipples, setting up the suction devices she remembered from her first time. This was followed in quick succession with the catheter type hook up. Next her pussy happily accepted the large phallic device that was pushed into her. She moaned as the walls of her pussy gripped and clenched at it, hungry for more pleasure. She felt the almost familiar warm covering paced over her genital region, pushing right up against her straining clit and swelled labia lips. Another moaned escaped, and she was almost brought to a small orgasm but was denied at the last minute at the technicians pushed an intruder into her mouth.

The mouth piece was just like she remembered. Shaped somewhat like a short wide cock with a couple of holes, one for food and water, and one for air. The feel of it against her tongue tweaked her memory a bit reminding Amber of the last time she sucked Vincint's hard cock. The thought helped her sink deeper into her arousal. Her stomach shifted as the technicians turned her from prone to vertical in her vacuum bed frame, ready for the final piece of her installation, then transportation, and storage. She felt the waste tube push into her ass and seal to her vacuum bed. She knew this was more than just a waste tube from her last experience. It also had a vibration function that she learned to love from the last time.

She felt a sense of motion, and perhaps some subtle vibration through her entire bed as she was presumable rolled to the storage bay where she would be kept for the two weeks she was here. As expected, a familiar clunk was felt through her bed as the frame was locked into place in the bay.

Finally, she was officially back in storage. She felt elated, but also sexually frustrated, incredibly aroused and impatient for the AI calibration that she remembered so keenly to kick off. She remembered very well form that first time that she was run through 3 quick orgasms so that the system could be correctly calibrated and learn where her body's limits were and where she kicked over from heightened arousal to full on orgasm.

While she waited for things to start, she took stock of her situation. It was practically identical to last time. No sounds, nothing to smell, nothing to taste in the water, perfectly pitch black with nothing to see. All she could feel was the slick latex perfectly hugging her body everywhere, and the unmoving hard cocks in her pussy, ass, and mouth. She flexed her muscles hoping that maybe she could illicit some minor pleasure from her pussy if she shifted, but everything was locked solidly in place. Her mind started to drift as she waited, surprising herself with how quickly she was able to shift into a familiar sexual haze that dominated how she felt much of the time during her first experience. It was comforting in an,

oh my god I'm living out my fantasies and everything about this is a sexual turn on,

sort of way.

Further inner thoughts were put on pause when the various devices around her body sprang to life. It started with a subtle vibration in her pussy as the hard phallus the technicians had pushed into her seemed to be vibrating right at the tip which was the deepest part inside of her. It felt like heaven adding to her already aroused state. Amber willed her pussy to grip as hard as she could, enhancing the feeling. Her hard nipples were then treated to some pleasure of their own as the sucking feeling started on them, gently tugging and pulling in an erotic way spreading pleasure to her entire chest. Next the plug in her ass sprang to life and started pulsing and vibrating in time to the vibrations still happening deep in her pussy. It was finally too much. She was so on edge already from all the stimuli of being encased in latex, put into storage, and being deprived of any sensory input. Her orgasm crashed through her like and avalanche smashing against her entire body. She screamed and thrashed as much as possible in her tight restricting confines of latex. Amber felt that if she hadn't been so confined she would have thrown herself off a bed with how much she felt like she was thrashing.

Post orgasm there was a brief respite. She caught her breath as her mind started to sink deep into post orgasm bliss. This was the feeling she remembered, the total complete body post orgasm experience. Her mind slipped into a state of euphoria as she drifted in a sexual haze for a few moments.

When the second calibration cycle kicked off, she accepted it willingly. Her body responding to the feeling deep in her pussy as the vibrations started. She surrendered to the ache of desire as her nipples were sucked, and the pulsing vibrations in her ass started. She rode the wave of nearly painful arousal as this time the vibrator on her clit joined in the fun.

It started in the distance as a tiny spark of light growing brighter and brighter as the stimulations to her body continued to increase her pleasure. She sank neck deep in sexual desire as the light of her impending orgasm continued to brighten and grow within her. She didn't resist or reach for it, just let herself slowly be consumed by the power of it until it was so bright, so intense that she felt she would explode. Then she did. It felt like her whole mind was afire with pleasure as her orgasm blazed through her. She was dimly aware of her pussy spasming hard against the phallic shape within her. Her body shook, or rather would have if it wasn't so secure in her latex encasement. She came and came, her fingers and toes trying to clench on anything, but unable to move in the latex cocoon. Her breathing was jagged and her lungs jerked in air as she spasmed in pleasure. This orgasm was drastically different then the first. It was deeper and harder. It felt like it went on an on as pleasure coursed through her.

When the spasms finally slowed, and her heightened arousal started to abate, Amber breathed deeply through her breathing tube. She felt utterly spent after cumming so deeply, and yet she knew that the third and final calibration orgasm was soon to be on the way. Then, perhaps she could rest and recover for a bit.

In her immobilized encased state, she had started to mentally drift again just as the third and final calibration cycle started a vibration right on top of her clit. Apparently, this cycle wasn't going to mess around, and went right to the heart of her sex with intense teasing on her most sensitive parts. It felt like mere seconds before the sucking on her nipples and the vibrations deep inside of her ass and pussy started as well. Her body and mind quickly started to respond, as her arousal jumped up from its brief recovery period. Sexual pleasure coursed through her, as the vibrations seemed to sync up. It hardly felt like anytime at all before Amber felt her pussy and whole body spasming and clenching at the phalluses inside of her. Her orgasm, not nearly as earth shattering as her last, subsided quickly and she breathed for a minute's afterword before taking a drink. Finally, it was done. The three calibration orgasms were complete and she could start to relax into a daze and rest in her cocoon of latex. She would be able to take stock of her body and situation again and recover.

It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes as Amber just finished another drink she was shocked as vibrations started in her pussy again. What was this? So soon after calibration she was going to be teased. She already felt well used, and well satiated. How was she going to cope with another orgasm at this point. There was nothing she could do so she started to ride her arousal up yet again.

This ride up orgasm hill proved interesting as there was lots of variations in how her body was teased. Things kept shifting between vibrations in her pussy and vibrations on her clit. It felt like someone was playing her body like a fine instrument, bringing her close and closer to the glorious orgasmic release. It was frustrating though as when she felt she was close to climax there always seemed to be some little change or variation that slowed down her progress, almost resetting her desire a bit, not allowing her to reach the goal. The program must have triggered an edging cycle.

This continued and continued and continued. Amber started to feel a bit drained as her pussy must be working overtime keeping her juices flowing with all of the teasing. It kept going, and her desires always felt like it was getting closer and closer to orgasm with never reaching it.

Thirsty, Amber started to suck on the cock shaped water tube as her teasing continued. She was rewarded with a bit of a surprise. Some nutrient goo had replaced water, which had to happen at some point and she was expected it. What shocked her was the flavor. It tasted like cum. It swished around her mouth as she sucked and swallowed. It was almost like Vincient had cum in her mouth as she was giving him a blow job. It was such a sexual shock her desire ratcheted up and she though she might finally cum when the vibrations slowed significantly to prevent exactly that. After that surprise the teasing continued relentlessly.

At some point Amber started to get very worried. In her sex fogged brain she finally realized something was very wrong. She was being constantly teased, but never allowed to orgasm. Her sexual frustration levels were spiking up like crazy. Even at her most desperate from her experience last year, it hadn't been this bad. On top of that the nutrient goo tasting like cum wasn't what was supposed to happen. She had to do something. Anything. She needed to get out of this situation. The teasing was merciless. She couldn't escape and her body felt like it was burning on a molecular level with the need for sexual release. Then she made a horrifying realization. She didn't have the safety check cylinder. The little device that she was told to hold in her hand last year wasn't given to her this time. She was in such a hurry to get into storage she hadn't noticed it's absence until now. She had no way to indicate to the world that something was wrong. Amber felt really and truly trapped in a state of overwhelming frustration, exploding lust, and arousal with nothing that could be done. How long would it last, how long could she survive with such a heighted constant arousal. She started to scream in frustration.

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Vincient looked on at his monitor. In his browser he had a spectacular view of his girlfriend Amber, immobilized and encased in thick transparent latex. Perhaps he couldn't see her entire body, as her nipples were covered by dark devices, and her pubic area was similarly covered. On a positive note, he new exactly what was happening under each of those covers at any given time. On his screen he could see details about what devices were actively teasing her. Further he had a meter of sorts that management at Human Storage (HS) called an aggregate level of arousal with a bar indicating how close she was to orgasm. Vincient had watched with fascination as that bar had bounced over orgasm 3 times during what the HS rep called the calibration cycles. Ever since, Amber's arousal level had been kept as close to possible to full blown orgasm without being pushed over.

Vincient reached over to turn on the volume on his speakers. He had to turn them off before as Amber had been screaming out for some time in frustration about not being able to cum, but now he wanted to hear her moans and screams. He sat back listening to her heavy breathing and moaning while he took out his hard cock and started to play with himself. Amber might be prevented from cumming, but he certainly wasn't, and he was getting incredibly horny from watching her barely moving form so revealingly encased and obviously experiencing intense pleasure. As he got closer to climax himself, he imagined how frustrated and horny she must be. Constantly teased for what was now hours on end. Being forced to suck down cum flavored goo for food. Never being allowed release. Never being able to move, hear, or see anything. Forced to focus on her sexual torment. Vincent grunted as the thought tipped him over his own edge. He could hardly wait for the one-week libido maximizing program to be done and he could have Ambers body to himself again. He chuckled lightly to himself at the thought. He had wondered how long it would take Amber to realize something was amiss when he had worked it out with HS to switch her two weeks of easy storage with a week-long program of libido maximization.