Nicks Hobby Ch 02

NICK'S HOBBY CH 2 NEW GIRLS

Nick was ready to find girls that wanted to be stored for a period. He told Bobby he would take anyone who wanted longer than Bobby was comfortable with. It didn't take long for Bobby to send him someone.

It was Betty, the woman Nick had met the first day he saw Bobby get someone out of the packaging. She was at the door when Nick answered.

"I've seen you before, right? At Bobby's house." Nick was very surprised to see her.

She looked down and shuffled her feet. "Yeah, that's right. I'm here because I want to stay longer than Bobby is willing to do. He said you might be willing." He invited her in, and she sat on the couch.

"I'm sure we can work something out for you. What do you have in mind?" He wasn't prepared for what she had in mind.

"I want to go in for a long time."

"Define long time."

"Is until I die long enough?" Nick sat back, stunned. He wondered how fucked up her life had to be for her to give up like that.

"You can't want to die at this young stage of your life."

"You have no idea how shitty it is."

"I was raped by my father when I was a teenager, and no one would believe me. I had to run away to find any safety at all, and it wasn't much. There were always men around who would abuse me to "help" me. I have a lousy job, no money, no real friends, nothing. I tried to kill myself several times, but I always chickened out. I tried to get my friends to do it, or help me, but they wouldn't. I must make myself get up every morning. I enjoyed the time in Bobby's basement. I didn't even mind fucking you two to pay for it. More men that wanted what they wanted. I was hoping I could just fade away in unconsciousness."

She wasn't hysterical, or angry. She was just determined to do this. Nick didn't want to get involved with this crazy girl.

"So, you can't talk to anyone in your family?"

"No, they all think I made up the rape thing because I was mad at my father. They have all abandoned me."

Nick sat quietly for a long time. He didn't have any qualms against helping her kill herself, but he was here to fuck girls, not kill them.

"You may not realize this, but a month would probably leave you senseless. Are you sure you want to live as a vegetable for years. You could just take some pills and go to sleep."

"I know, but I want to make a statement, and I want someone to take care of me when I die. I don't want the state to do it. I don't care where I end up, or a marker, or anything like that." She looked him in the eye. "I know you want these women to fuck when they can't stop you. I am okay with that. You can fuck my braindead body if you can keep it alive."

He sat looking at her. Why hadn't he met her before she went crazy? "Alright Betty. I will put you into it, but I still plan on checking on you. It will take me a week to make special arrangements for this. Come back one week from tonight."

She agreed and left. He would need some more equipment to monitor her vitals.

One week later she was at his door. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a tee shirt. "I am ready."

He led her into the downstairs bathroom. "Ok, strip and get into the shower. I will need your body clean when I put you in the container."

She stripped naked and stood in the shower. He had her scrub down and towel off.

She looked at him and smiled. "How about one for the road?"

"Are you sure?"

"I would like one more orgasm before my mind deserts me." He smiled at her, took her to his bedroom, and had her lie on the bed. She spread her legs and waited. He wanted her to care for something. Not just lay there like a sex doll waiting to be used. That was all she had known in her life, and he didn't want her to go out like that.

He climbed onto her and checked her pussy. It wasn't wet at all. He put some lube into her and fingered her to get her to loosen up a little. Not much, so he went ahead and entered her slowly. He only pushed in a little and fucked her carefully. It was as sexy as you'd think it would be, but he finally came. When he was done, she was ready to get this over with.

He cleaned her up and led her down to the basement. He had her step into the black latex looking bag on the floor. He attached heart and pulse patches on her chest so he could monitor her vitals when she was in the bag. He pushed the catheter into her. She winched when she felt that, but she said nothing He then put a small cricket dildo into her ass. She hadn't asked for that, but he felt that was the least he could do as long as she was conscious. He then pulled the bag up around her to her neck. It had a four-inch square hole in the back of the bag to let her skin breathe. He pushed the feeding and breathing tube down her throat until it was lodged between her teeth. She would now not be able to move the tube.

He asked one more time. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. He pulled the rubber hood over her head, pulled the tubes through the mouth opening and fastened it to the collar of the rest of bag. She was now encased in the special material. He pushed her down until she was on her knees and turned the machine on. It began sucking the air out of the bag. As the air left, her body became more and more pronounced until it was like a second skin on her body. The machine stopped when it had finished. He attached the oxygen pumping machine and turned it on. It began pumping a slow, steady flow of air into her breathing tube. He attached the waste tube to a machine that would suck the waste out of her body when needed. He attached the feeding machine. It was on a timer. He turned the cricket on low. She was done. He laid her on her side and sat looking at her. Every inch of her body was highlighted in the second skin to the point where her nipples were sticking out.

He closed the door to his hidden room in the basement and went to bed.

For the next week and a half, he would go down and check on her every day. The feeding, breathing, and waste removal machines were working properly. He had decided to pull her out after two weeks to see if she still wanted to continue.

That weekend he attached the vacuum machine and forced air into the bag. The second skin released her. He then pulled the tubes out of her mouth and removed the hood. She had her eyes closed and wasn't moving. He shook her and shook her. She slowly started moving on her own. Her eyes opened, but she couldn't focus. He poured a little water down her throat. She choked on it but got most of it down. He left her on her side and sat watching her. He wanted to see if she still had the wherewithal to speak and look at him.

After thirty minutes, she finally looked up at him. "Why did you wake me up?" She croaked.

"I need to know that you still want to stay in there." She looked him in the eye and nodded. "Yes?" he asked. She nodded.

"Okay, I'll put you back and not take you out again, okay?" She nodded and closed her eyes. This bitch really did want to die. He decided to take advantage of this last opportunity. He sat her up, took his dick out, and pushed her mouth open. He thought he saw her eyes light up when she realized what he was doing, but that was probably just his imagination. He pushed his dick into her mouth. She was tight and stiff, but he didn't care. She wanted to die, and dying on a man's dick was somehow a fitting end to her horrible life. He pushed his dick all the way in until his balls were against her chin. He pushed back in and out until he stopped deep in her mouth. It felt so good deep in her throat. She was so weak she didn't struggle too much. He held her until he came. When he pulled out, she was gasping for breath, but still alive. Crap, now he would have to put her back into that thing. He repeated the original procedure until she was laying on the floor again as before.

The following week, Bobby sent him another woman. Her name was Jane, and she was twenty-nine. She was 5'3" and 150 pounds. She had a good figure with firm breasts, as much as he could see.

"What can I do for you, Jane?"

"Bobby tells me you will put me in storage for as long as I want. Is that true?"

"Yes, and no. I won't kill you. How long do you want me to keep you?"

"I thought we would start with a weekend if that was okay with you? How much would that be?"

"Five hundred would do it." She agreed. He told her to come back that Friday.

When Friday came, she was at his door. He let her in.

"Are you ready for the weekend?" She nodded. He took her into the bathroom. "Strip and take a shower. I need you clean for this."

She hesitated for a moment, until she realized she would be naked in his hands anyway. She stripped down and got into the shower. She did have a decent body. When she was done, he helped her dry off and led her downstairs. As they went into the hidden room, she saw Betty lying on the floor.

"Is that someone else?" He nodded. She went over and touched her stretched second skin. "That stuff is COOL."

He repeated the process he had used with Betty. When he was at the mouth stage, he asked her for the final time if she wanted to do this." She nodded and he continued until he had two women stuffed in vacuum-sealed bags on his floor. The monitors on Betty showed her to be relatively heathy.

He went about his business for the next two days. On Sunday night, he went down to get Jane out of the bag. He popped the seal on her and removed her mouthpiece and hood. He shook her and shook her. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. "You okay, Jane?" She gradually came back to her senses.

"That was intense. I was in a womb. It was very spiritual. That little bug you put in my ass made me come a lot. It was great. Can we do this again?"

"Yes, you can if you can afford it." He stripped her out of the bag until she was lying on the floor. She was sweating and trying to regain her strength. When she was finally able to stand up, he helped her upstairs. She dressed in the bathroom, came out, gave him five hundred dollars, and left.

He was getting frustrated. He started going back to the clubs. At least there he got laid every time. A week later Jane was back.

"I need to do this again, only longer."

"Ok. You are going to have to tell me a little more about you. Does your husband know about this, or your family?"

"I don't have either. I am an orphan. My job is okay, but I find no peace in anything I do. Last weekend was the most peaceful I have been in a long time. I need that peace again, please."

"How long this time?"

"I was thinking for a week. That would probably be the max for me, but I want to know."

"Ok, that would be one thousand."

"I can't raise that much."

"We can work out a deal. I can take half in cash and half in a trade, if you know what I mean." She looked at him for a few moments. She didn't really want to sleep with him, but she needed this.

"Ok, that'll work for me." They agreed the following Friday.

When Friday came, she arrived. She was excited. "I am ready to try this."

They repeated the same process as they had before. She was soon lying on her side on the floor. He checked on Betty, and she was fine. It had been a month now, and her vitals were elevated, but livable.

He went to the club to celebrate.

When the week was over, he went downstairs. Everything was as it always is. He began undoing Jane from her self-imposed prison. When she was naked on the floor, he waited. She slowly roused. It took longer this time, but she finally came back to the world of living.

"That was amazing. My mind was floating in a giant cloud. Every time that cricket went off my cloud would light up. It would make my mind shake like an orgasm. I must do this longer to see how it changes over time."

Great, she's nuts. He thought the suicide girl was nuts, but this was crazier. She turned this thing into a spiritual experience. Now he would never be able to get rid of her.

"That's great, I'm glad you are happy with your experience. I'll let you recover a little before you pay your bill."

"Oh no. Let's not wait. Put the thing back in my ass and let's get it on." She bent over and turned her back to him. He shrugged his shoulders and inserted the cricket back into her ass. He turned it up full and she fell to her knees right there. He moved in front of her. Her eyes were closed, and she was shaking. He took advantage of the opportunity to unzip his pants and stick his dick into her mouth. She was so hot she didn't seem to notice and began sucking on it like a lollypop. He pumped her mouth as she shook from the bug in her ass. They both came quickly, almost together. He stayed in her mouth until she pulled back and fell to the floor.

He turned the cricket off and pulled it out of her ass by the cord. She lay there for a few minutes until she was strong enough to walk up the stairs.

When she got upstairs, she went into the bathroom and got dressed. She came out, kissed him, and left. Well, at least he got something out of that week.

He got a call from Jane the next week. She needed to talk to him right away. He told her to come over and she did. When she got there, she was very nervous.

"I have a problem. I lost my job. I couldn't concentrate, and I didn't care about that place any longer. Now I have no job, and I am going to lose my apartment next month. None of this is your problem, but I was thinking about a way we could each solve the other's problems." He didn't want to hear this. He didn't need a clinger.

"What I experienced in your basement was life changing for me. I want to have that experience as often as possible. I know you don't want a girlfriend. That's okay with me. I don't want a boyfriend. I want to have that isolated state as often as I can. I am thinking, if you can fix it so I can be put away, and you can fuck my body whenever you want, we would both have what we want. You could put me away whenever you don't want to use me and take me out when you do. Just keep me fed and cleaned up, and I would be happy. We could re-evaluate our deal in a couple of months if you like."

Nick liked the idea in principle, but making it happen wouldn't be easy. It took a NASA scientist to build the first suit, and he had no idea how to do what she is suggesting. "I think I could go along with this. I will need a couple of weeks to think about the details of how. Is that okay with you?" She nodded, jumped up and hugged him, and left.

He decided he didn't want any more girls in his basement. It was too much trouble. He called Bobby and told him he was retiring. He told him he sent the only two home, and he didn't want any more.

Now, all he had to do was figure out what to do with Betty.