Gary sipped his coffee as he settled into his chair. A century ago, having a job like his wasn’t even a shimmer of an idea. But things had changed fast. What to the average person back then would look like an extreme science fiction dystopian nightmare, was nothing more than a mundane day at work for Gary, who was too distracted by the myriad tasks he would have to accomplish at his desk console to stop and think much about how truly bizarre his place of work was. He opened up his computer, and read the first of many messages that dictated what he would have to do for the day. It read:

Prisoner 803857 is scheduled for a medical check up. Send them to medical wing 8.

Gary set down his coffee. Typing in the prisoner’s number, he entered a few commands, and by pressing the enter key, a complex set of actions was set into motion. Gary put up his feet, taking another long sip of his coffee, waiting for the order to be fulfilled before he started on the next.

On his screen, he could see the vast set of “cells” that made up the prison. As opposed to a traditional prison, it took on the appearance of a large bookshelf. Thin outlines showed each cell, all pressed tightly together, thick metal frames that stacked side by side, leaving no space between them to form a tight seal. At the prompting of Gary’s button pressing, a large claw moved up the rows of frames and stopped in front of the one labeled 803857. It clamped the top and bottom of the frame and slowly slid it out from its place in the wall. Once clear of the others, the claw turned, facing the freshly removed “cell” into full view of Gary’s camera.

Within the thick rectangular frame was a tight sheet of rubber, filling in the space on the inside. The material was shiny, always kept clean and polished, with highlights on the many curves formed by the protruding figure that was set in the rubber, looking much like a human shaped mold. The figure had its legs spread slightly apart, knees straight and toes pointed downwards. The arms extended to either side, held with the elbow bent at 45 degrees, palms facing forward with the hands slightly above the head. The face was smooth, except for a small round opening where the mouth would be, and two smaller ones over the nose. And finally, only the fact that the material was so tight, contouring around the large breasts of the prisoner revealed that they were indeed a woman. All other features were hidden beneath the inky black material, the prisoner’s identity known only to those who had access to the prison’s computer database.

Examining the prisoner’s file, Gary saw that her name was Sarah Sally, ankara escort her mugshot on file showing that she was a pretty blonde, aged 19. She had been busted with drugs at a college party, and sentenced to three months in the prison.. During those months, she would never spend a waking moment anywhere else but right where she was, encased between the two layers of latex.

With such a short sentence, she was one of the lucky ones.

Reading her vitals, Gary saw that her sodium levels were slightly too high. So, he adjusted some settings. This would change slightly the recipe in the nutrient paste that she was fed, sliding down a tube that when the cell was in place lined up with the opening over her mouth. As Sarah hung there, the claw still paused to show Gary the view, Gary could see her squirming against the material. The latex flexed under the pressure of her movements only slightly, keeping her well secured. He could imagine she would be trying to scream too, to little effect due to the large padded mouthguard that was fitted into each prisoner’s mouth. He also tried to imagine her face, likely red and slick with sweat. Under the rubber, a gel interior of the area over the face pressed down gently but firmly on her eyes, holding them shut. The gel contoured perfectly over the face, ensuring that the face was protected under a padding, as well as creating a deeper sense of restriction and deprivation. From the outside, this made the face liik like a smooth, rounded oval, devoid of any features. Gary entered another set of commands, and the claw began to move, carrying Sarah away to her medical check up.

Gary looked back at his queue of tasks, ready to address the next one. Second on his list was for prisoner

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847593. This one was Karen Spencer, a 45 year old redhead. She was convicted of murder and serving a life sentence, now in her tenth year. Unlike Sarah, she didn’t struggle, having long ago resigned herself to her fate. Karen was due to have her cell changed. Every year for longtime prisoners, or after a short-term prisoner was released, the rubber and tubing of the cells underwent a thorough cleaning process. For the few moments it would take to move Karen from her current cell to the identical fresh one, she would be sedated. Once someone was sentenced to the prison, they experienced absolutely zero waking time out of the tight confines of the rubber vacuumed sheets.

As he watched the claw carry her away, he thought about her life sentence. It reminded him of a story he had been told about a mix up that had happened in the early days of the prison, when the methods of book keeping ankara escort bayan were still being developed. Essentially, a worker much like himself had been entered in the intake data of several prisoners back to back. Accidentally mixing up some papers, he assigned the wrong numbers to two prisoners, essentially switching them in the system. Since prisoners were all treated the same regardless of their crime or the duration of their stay, this might have been relatively harmless.

However, one of the prisoners was due to serve a month long sentence, and the other a life sentence. So, the violent criminal was released after a mere 30 days, while the young woman simply caught drinking on her 18th birthday was left to squirm in tight rubber confinement for years. It was only after 6 years that the prisoner who she had replaced was re-arrested, and the mistake was discovered and rectified. The worker responsible was sentenced to a 6 year stay in the same cell the poor young woman had been stuck in, as payback for his mistake. But Gary often thought of the mistake, and imagined that young woman spending the rest of her life in the rubber encased vacbed.

This wasn’t the only example of a mishap in the prison. Another came in the early days before the system with the robotic claw was developed. Then, the cells had to be manually pulled out of the wall and set on wheels, to be pushed down the halls. The story went that one time, a worker at the prison had accidentally loosened something in the cell while getting it out, allowing the prisoner to escape and overpower them. The prisoner had realized that it would be obvious if they simply ran and left the cell empty, and that the cell provided anonymity. So, they simply put the guard in the cell in their place, making their escape without alerting anyone. It was only a year later when the cell was changed and another worker recognized the guard that the switch was discovered, and the real criminal was never tracked down.

More recently, there had been a scandal where a worker and his girlfriend had wanted to use the prison as part of a kinky game, with the worker sealing her in to experience a night of intense rubber bondage. But, in his erotic excitement, he had forgotten to write down the cell number, and later was unable to find it again. Only a week later did he admit his mistake to a supervisor, and so each and every cell was opened until they found his girlfriend. Upon release the woman had said that as soon as she had been sealed in, she wanted out. She hated the feeling of the latex squeezing every inch of her body, but had been unable to escort ankara signal this. Unfortunately, both she and her boyfriend were sentenced to a three month stay for trespassing and abuse of government property.

These cases made Gary wonder just how many prisoners in the narrow cells were there through some mistake or sabotage. It was a fascinating thought, and one that consumed his thoughts often as he did his simple work of directing the robotic claws to take prisoners around to various activities. Looking at the profiles of the prisoners, he could also see the results of many anti-crime policies that had swept across the country.

Many areas had instilled intense penalties for small crimes, in the efforts to alleviate issues in society. To protect the environment, littering often earned a person months in rubber vacuum bondage. To reduce pedestrian deaths, jaywalking might earn a person a year. College students falling victim to alcohol related injuries prompted areas to make underage drinking a serious offense. Laws about appeals and other ways to escape a lengthy sentence had also been removed. The effect of this overall was that the prison population was exploding.

Soon enough, it was time to return the first prisoner to their cell after their checkup. Typing in the commands, Gary watched as the claw brought the prisoner back, carefully sliding her cell back into place. Another interesting factor of the prison was that because all the inmates were restrained, it didn’t matter to separate them by sex. At random, based only on the order the prisoners were filed into place, men and women were scattered throughout the cells, sometimes in groups with the same sex, other times pressed against the opposite. Most of the time, the frames were thick enough that the rubber encased prisoners did not touch each other, but if one of both of them were a little larger, they might touch their neighbor in front or behind. This was often the case with women with large rear ends, making for a titillating contact if their rear neighbor was a man, her shapely butt pressing against his rubber clad member. In these cases, the men could often be observed squirming in order to rub against their unlucky neighbor.

Gary enjoyed his job. It was an easy gig, that allowed him to listen to music all day, and the pace was steady but never rushed. At times he almost forgot that the orders he was fulfilling affected people, as for him it was all just pressing buttons. And that was largely by design. Criminals sent to the strange library like rubber prison were meant to be forgotten about, at least for the duration of their stay. Their punishment was tight restraint, sweaty confinement, and total deprivation of identity. And with a lack of needed guards and a higher capacity for inmates, it was a cost effective way to run things. Gary sipped his coffee and put his feet up again. Life was good, on this side of the cells.