Many thanks to author/editor
HMAuthor
for first editing and improving this story.
Immense gratitude to BeautifulStorm, the hardest working editor on this site, who not only applies incredible editing expertise but also tremendous effort in following through to make sure the story turns out much better than I ever thought it could be.
And deep appreciation to author/editor
MakeItNasty1212
for finding more ways to sharpen and fine-tune the story.
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Dalton woke to something clammy covering his face. When he tried to remove it, he found that his arms were tight against his sides and he couldn't move them.
The thing covering his face had holes where his eyes were. He could see, but he had no peripheral vision. When he saw his legs, he yelled, although he didn't make much noise because his mouth was covered. What made him yell was his legs were in the air in front of his eyes even though his head and upper body were lying on something.
He noticed a large mirror behind his legs. The reflection showed he was almost completely enclosed in latex, including a hood over his face. Straps were wound around his body, and his arms were inside them. He looked up and saw cables were holding his legs in the air, spreading them and pulling them back toward his head.
Dalton's head wasn't held down. He raised it and moved it around to examine his position. He saw that latex covered his body to just above his belly button. From there, he was naked down to the tops of latex stockings that came up over his knees.
He was startled to see that all the body hair was gone from his lower belly, pubic area and legs. His smooth skin was illuminated with strong lights and shone so brightly that he had to blink. It took him a few seconds to realize this was from the reflection of the sweat that covered him, trickling from under the latex clinging to his skin.
Besides the small openings for his eyes, his hood had even smaller holes at his nostrils. He tested his restraints and saw they were too secure for him to move them.
He stopped moving and started thinking about how he got into this situation. As much as he racked his brain, he had no memory of anything that would explain it. He tried to remember the last thing he saw before waking up...
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Polly, Terry and he were sitting at the kitchen table. They weren't having an argument. He was thankful, because for the past two years, he and Polly had been doing nothing but fighting, and lately her friends were joining her and making the fights even nastier.
Everything had started when he was laid off. At first, he looked hard for another job, but it was the middle of the recession. Months went by, and after another unsuccessful interview, he went to a bar and drank himself into oblivion, missing two other appointments. He gave up trying after that.
Polly's sympathy slowly morphed into impatience when he drank all day while she was at work. She told him she didn't mind supporting the two of them until he got a job, but he had to start going to Alcoholics Anonymous or some other support group to get help. He kept promising, but never delivered.
They settled into an unhappy pattern of her threatening to throw him out and nagging him to do something about his nascent alcoholism. He would sit through her diatribes, steaming silently, hating her and hating himself.
One day, he snapped, yelled back and slapped her. She ran to the bathroom and locked herself in for an hour. He heard her crying as he sat outside the door apologizing and begging her to forgive him.
A week later, he did it again. This time he punched her in the stomach and pulled her hair. It got worse from there, and slowly her body became covered with bruises.
When he was sober, he felt terrible and apologized to her and even cried when he saw what he had done. After a while he couldn't face what he had become and stayed drunk most of the time.
She screamed and yelled and tried to fight back when he attacked her, but for some reason, she didn't walk out on him. She started wearing clothes that covered her shame and putting on heavy makeup to conceal her discolored face.
Her friends knew their relationship was stormy, but she hid the truth so well it wasn't until nine months after the abuse started that they found out. When they confronted him, he wept and apologized and said he would start going to AA and wouldn't hurt her again, but he lied about both things.
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That morning, as soon as he had heard Polly greet her friend Terry at the door, he had got up from the kitchen table and gone to the living room to avoid the two of them berating him again. Terry had surprised him by coming to the living room and politely asking him to join them in the kitchen. She promised she wouldn't yell at him.
As the three of them sipped coffee and spoke, he waited for the accusations and ultimatums, but there was no drama. Polly and Terry did most of the talking and they steered clear of his problems. He gradually loosened up and spoke a few words. He remembered feeling relaxed and thinking wistfully that how nice that was for a change.
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He racked his brain, but he couldn't remember anything after that conversation in the kitchen. Suddenly, he heard voices, and his mind jumped back to his present situation.
The voices belonged to two young women who came over to look at him. They were both pretty bleached blondes, and they were squeezed into pink spandex costumes that were so tight that at first he thought they were naked.
Their large breasts and firm, round asses jiggled as they walked in their high heels. Despite his situation, he was aroused when he looked at them.
They were speaking English with slight European accents. That and the latex hood covering his ears made him strain to understand them.
