The sight walking down the streets was more then just strange, as what appears to be a cart slowly rolls down the cart. The cart is made from a frame made of metal that is covered in a gleaming, polished and unbroken layer of latex, and pulled by a pair of female forms, the Towers, while controlled by a third, the Controller. Like the cart itself, each of the unmistakably female forms are covered in gleaming, polished and unbroken layer of what appeared to be thick white latex. From certain angle, the reflected light seemed to have a light blueish tint, making it only appear whiter. But the figures themselves was a mockery of the colour of purity, as there was little that was pure about these females.
The pair of Towers pulling the cart, were, at first glance the strangest of the three.
Their steps as they walked were mincing, as their feet were encased by a pair of ballet heels that were a seamless part of the women’s white latex covering, forcing their to endure standing on the very tips of their toes. Their ankles appeared stiffened and their heels supported by a graceful wedge that merged with the sole of the boots toes of a size not much larger then two or three coins. In addition, a short length of chain, each link encased in white latex, runs between their boots, attached to rings set into the wedge heel, further shortening their stride.
They were bend over forwards at their hips, so that their upper bodies are almost perfectly parallel to the ground, forced into the position by the thick bars pushed deep into their pussies and asses, inseparably connecting them to the cart. There seems to be a little give in the bars, as they can be seen to slide back and forth and a little up and down, even as they are seamlessly merged with the rubber of their suits.
Around their waist, they wears seamless white latex corsets, with heavy metal boning inlaid into it, brutally reducing their waists. The corsets do not have any visible means of opening or closing, appearing to be made of a single piece, merged with the suit. A heavy neck corset of a similar design is wrapped tightly around their neck, with a ring dangling on the front, holding a small metal plaque, reading ‘6980’ and ‘6981’. The neck corsets are build specially to not allow the woman any movement of their heads, while it forced their head up and ‘looking forwards. As a glance moved from corset to neck corset, it undoubtedly will notice that the women’s arms were missing. They appear to have been removed from their body, leaving only smooth expanses of white rubber where their shoulders should be.
The heads of the women themselves are coated in an even thicker layer of white rubber, making them appear like the head of a mannequin. Their faces have no features at all, only a button nose without any nostril openings, while they eyes are smoothed over. Not even their ears are visible as bumps. Only a thick white and ribbed rubber hose sticks out from where their mouths should be and there isn’t even any visible transition between their hood and the hoses.
On their backs, both the corset and the neck corset are connected by a heavy metal rail, also coated in white rubber, that perfectly contours their spines and are connected to each other at hip and shoulder height. The rails are directly connected to the bars lodged into their pussies and asses, clearly meant to prevent their upper bodies from moving at all.
On their chests, each Tower has a pair of obscenely massive breasts, hanging down under their own weight. These massive orbs of flesh, encased in thick rubber have a natural shape, but it is clear that they are anything but. But, even with their short stride, each step sends these large breasts swinging, moving in rhythm with the movement of their bodies and steps. Their clearly visible nipples are pierced and connected by a white rubber encased bar, with chains running back towards the cart, clearly allowing the Controller to direct them in their trek through the streets.
Hanging between the two women, suspended by a four chains that connect to the upper and lower end of their corsets, hands a large bag of translucent white rubber hangs, easily able to hold ten liters when completely filled, suspended by a pair of chains connected to the piercings of that breasts nipple. It is possible to see what the bag contains and it seems to be a mixture of a golden liquid with spits of a milky white. As there is a pair of thin tube of white rubber leading from the bottom of the bag to the women’s crotches, it is clear that the liquid is a mixture of their urine and their cum.
At the same time, the bag is connected to the hoses coming from the women’s mouth, seamlessly moulded into the bag. As the bag expands and deflates with each of the woman’s breaths, it is clear that the bag acts as a rebreather bag, one that has a security valve to prevent over pressure, occasionally adding the scent of urine, cum and stale air to the already powerful smell of rubber that surrounds her. Another valve seems to be connected to a bubbler that is integrated into the bag, allowing them to take a breath of air that has run through the urine and cum.
The Controller was very similarly attired, but at the same time different.
The Controller did not have legs, instead her wide hips were smoothed over where the legs should be attached. Instead, she was all but impaled by a pair of white rubber rods pushing into her pussy and ass, connecting her, like the Towers, permanently to the cart, but there was still a little bit of travel, allowing the rods to push up and down inside of her as the cart rolled over the street.
Like the Towers, she wears a seamless white latex corset around her waist, with heavy metal boning inlaid into it, brutally reducing her waist. The corset does not have any visible means of opening or closing, appearing to be made of a single piece, merged with the suit. A heavy neck corset of a similar design is wrapped tightly around her neck, with a ring dangling on the front, holding a small metal plaque, reading ‘6982’. The neck corset is build specially to not allow the woman any movement of her head. As a glance moved from corset to neck corset, it undoubtedly will notice that other then the towers, this woman still has her arms, each seamlessly encased by the white rubber, her hands hidden by finger less mittens that connect to the control chains that hang from the Towers breasts, allowing her to steer them effortlessly.
The head of the woman itself is coated in an even thicker layer of white rubber, making it appear like the head of a mannequin. The face has no features at all, only a button nose without any nostril openings, while her eyes are smoothed over. Not even her ears are visible as bumps. Only a thick white and ribbed rubber hose sticks out from where her mouth should be and there isn’t even any visible transition between her hood and the hose.
On her back, both the corset and the neck corset are connected by a heavy metal rail, also coated in white rubber, that perfectly contours her spine. It begins at her ass, where it connects to the rod embedded in her ass and runs up and above her head, ending fifty centimeters over her head, splitting into two and jutting out to the back and front. The rail is clearly meant to prevent her upper body from moving at all.
From the forward end of the rail, a pair of latex encased chains hang down, each chain ending in the piercings of her nipples. The piercings and the chains help support a pair of obscenely massive breasts, which would hang down under their own weight of not supported. These massive orbs of flesh, encased in thick rubber have a natural shape, but it is clear that they are anything but. But, even with her short stride, each step sends these large breasts swinging, moving in rhythm with the movement of her body and steps.
Between her breasts, a large bag of translucent white rubber hangs, easily able to hold five liters when completely filled, suspended by a pair of chains connected to the piercings of her nipples. It is possible to see what the bag contains and it seems to be a mixture of a golden liquid with spits of a milky white. As there is a thin tube of white rubber leading from the bottom of the bag to the woman’s crotch, it is clear that the liquid is a mixture of her urine and her cum.
At the same time, the bag is connected to the hose coming from the woman’s mouth, seamlessly moulded into the bag. As the bag expands and deflates with each of the woman’s breaths, it is clear that the bag acts as a rebreather bag, one that has a security valve to prevent over pressure, occasionally adding the scent of urine, cum and stale air to the already powerful smell of rubber that surrounds her. Another valve seems to be connected to a bubbler that is integrated into the bag, allowing her to take a breath of air that has run through the urine and cum.
Finally, from the back end of the rail that runs up her back, a set of white rubber banners hang suspended by those rubber coated chains, each with a different black rubber text on it. ‘Enter Rubber Nirvana’, one of them reads, ‘Worship Rubber’ a second and a third finally reads ‘Extreme Fetish Lover’.
Despite this scandalous look, the white rubber and the obscenely large breasts, these women seem to be at peace, even if she appears to experience a strong orgasm now and again. They seem to be completely entranced and focused on their work of moving and transporting something to the streets. What it is, is impossible to say as it is hidden inside a white rubber covered box on the back of the cart.