Heated: Julia

Julia considered the large package that sat in her bedroom. No name, no manufacturer, no return address, nothing to indicate who had sent this thing, and why they might have done so. It was heavy, with something large inside of it. She had to push it into her bedroom by sliding it along the floor. How it ended up in her seventh floor apartment was a mystery. Big packages normally went to her apartment building's security office, where she had to go and sign off for it. Shipping companies weren't allowed to drop packages off directly in people's apartments...That had happened a few times, and people got really annoyed when birthday gifts and other surprises were spoiled by online retailers' name being written all over packages. Tenants were supposed to be notified when they got big boxes like this. Julia had gone down to the office to see what was going on, but no one had reported any mail for her in the last few days. No big packages, no one trying to figure out her address, no one. Only a few of her friends knew her exact address, and none of them had a key to her place. Concern didn't describe what she felt...It was closer to worry.

Which didn't explain why Julia felt such a relief when the box was finally shuffled into her bedroom. Shouldn't she bring this down to security so they can check it out before she opens it? Shouldn't she avoid looking for a box cutter, and instead get this thing far away from her? But, for some reason, she was gripped with an inexplicable curiosity. An itch that could only be scratched by doing something she knew she shouldn't be doing. Her mind said no, but her hand said yes as she cut open the top of the box, and cut down the corner.

Pulling back the torn cardboard, her eyes gazed upon a large black mass, held slightly above the ground by some sort of frame. Upon closer examination, Julia noticed that this thing reflected the light of her bedroom. Her mind was filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity...not of dread or fear. Her mind was at war with itself, though her face looked inquisitive, like trying to find a book in a library. She wanted to find out what this...thing was. Reaching her hand to grip the material, she found it to be smooth and malleable, making loud sounds as she kneaded it in her hand.

Julia could count on one hand the number of times she had seen latex, let alone felt it. One particular girl's night out that got a little raunchy, in which the noxious scent and annoying sound filled her mind. It wasn't a moment that particularly stood out in her mind, but it was her only real frame of reference.

This cocoon, pod, sac, for Julia could not describe it any other way, hung from a secure mechanism about a foot off the ground. A solid frame around the sac kept it aloft. Testing with her hands, Julia noticed that the sac could swing in place. A single metal pole connected the top to a square frame underneath. The pole stood out of the way of the sac, allowing it to swing and move in any direction, and it would never collide with the pole that gave it lift from the ground.

Julia continued to feel the sac with her hands, trying to see what this thing was. She could feel no entry, no opening mechanism, no place for something to enter or exit, nothing. A sense of curiosity still gripped her. And, in the corner of her mind, warmth and pleasure.

She could feel herself sweating and growing hot. Her jeans and long sleeve shirt seemed to grip her skin in its clutches, suffocating and stifling. Her socks and sneakers, tight on her feet after a long day of classes, exasperated the stress she felt in her lower extremities. Julia just felt tired...she wasn't really able to concentrate on any one thing anymore. Though it was early in the evening, all she wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep somewhere warm. And get these clothes off her.

In slow, absent-minded motions, Julia peeled off all her clothing, save her bra that barely contained erect nipples and a long soaked pair of panties. She stood before the black invader, feeling some sort of heat coming from it. Her now cold body served to wake her up slightly, starting a shivering that wouldn't seem to go away. However, this thing before her seemed to radiate heat. One could even say it was sucking the heat out of the room like a magnet.

Julia pressed her body to the black cocoon, and was greeted with subtle warmth. It was an improvement over the shivering he had been experiencing, but it wasn't even close to reducing how cold she felt. It seemed like the heat had retreated to the core of this black enclosure, teasing her. All that Julia could focus on was being warm again. Rubbing her body over the pod to try and regain heat, she noticed how much need her body was in. Unclipping her bra and stepping out of her wet panties, Julia kneaded her body and tried to pleasure herself. It helped...a little. But it still didn't feel like it was enough. Like something was stopping her from ever being warm.

Julia's body shivered in the winter evening. The heater hadn't yet kicked in after coming back from campus, so the room was lukewarm at best. Julia moaned in frustration, trying to satisfy her most basic urges. Pressing her firm breasts against the black shell, she noticed an opening with her arm that hadn't been there before. Feeling with her other arm, Julia noticed that it she might be able to slide her body inside.

Her mind had long since stopped trying to fight these urges. It wasn't fair to say that it was along for the ride...Julia's mind just wasn't saying much at all. It was focused on only one thing: warmth. Julia crawled into this open slit, struggling against the slick material and manically searching for the source of heat that had eluded her. Julia didn't notice the sucking sound or sensation that gripped her body, pulling her inside with little effort on her part. With a final slurp, the pod sealed up once her left foot entered the pod.

To an observer, the pod swung around in place wildly, before setting in place as Julia got comfortable. She felt so warm. Every inch of her body was swaddled and caressed by tight latex. Even her toes and fingers were secure within the black, squishy prison. Julia couldn't move a muscle without being met with an impossible resistance. Her pussy and butt felt so full, sealed and plugged up tight. Clasps on her nipples penetrated her breasts. A plug went down her throat, feeding her a warm liquid that put an end to her shivering.

Julia's eyes stared into the darkness. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The weight on her body, her tiredness and stress, had been replaced with anticipation and raw desire. She wasn't ready to go to sleep anymore. She was wide awake, caught in the grip of this cocoon, and so ready for whatever it would do to her.

The cocoon observed Julia, and looked into her empty eyes. It felt her breath, struggling to rise against the latex that gripped her body so snugly. Julia's pussy and ass leaked around the intruders that had penetrated her so silently yet fully. She was ready.

On unseen motors, the frame moved from the bedroom to the bathroom just down the hall. It adjusted itself to fit through the door frames that it traveled through, avoiding any unnecessary noise or motions to its passenger. Once inside the bathroom, the door was closed and locked. This alien mechanism needed no lights to see. Approaching the shower stall, robotic arms pulled back the curtain. The corners of this silent prison began to reach out to the corners of the shower, securing themselves in place with strong adhesive. More support structures sprouted vertically, affixing themselves to the ceiling. Once stability was achieved, the frame lifted itself from the bathroom floor and positioned its cargo to be centered in the shower stall. The cocoon did not touch the shower floor, nor any surface, free to move about with the most vigorous actions without hitting anything.

An extension cord plugged itself into an outlet to provide a reliable source of electricity. It could only do so much on a limited battery supply, and body heat was not a reliable source of energy. Several tubes extended from the cocoon and attached themselves to various places throughout the bathroom. The first split up into much smaller filaments and worked themselves through the shower head, connecting with the plumbing of the apartment and allowing the cocoon to directly access and control the flow of water without making any unnecessary noise. The second accomplished a similar mechanism with the toilet, allowing waste and excretions to be disposed of directly. The last created an airway between Julia's nose and her surroundings. Fresh air, laced with unknown chemicals and pheromones, were inhaled through her body.

Meanwhile, Julia felt nothing but heat and pleasure. She did not feel the movement of her own body through her apartment and into the bathroom. She didn't hear the closing and locking of the door, nor the sounds of her prison as it secured itself and furthered her immobilization. Julia felt so comfortable as warm liquid began to flow through the plug in her dildo, cleaning her and making her feel so full. Orgasmic spasms continued to rock her body, yet her muscles could not move for the latex that held Julia in its embrace. Her brain had long ago stopped trying to process what was happening, and reverted to simple observation of her senses.

Julia could see wonderful colors without name or shape dancing in her vision. Strange words and voices filled her ears, filling her mind with the thoughts and commands of something else. The taste of her breast milk, mixed with her pussy juice, filled her mouth. Physical sensations gripped or penetrated every inch of her skin, from kneading her breasts to keeping her slit full and pumped. The strong scent of her own sex and sweat filled her nostrils. These five sensations broke down her mind and caused her to lose any awareness of time or space. All Julia knew was that she was being taken care of. Whether it was for the next few minutes or years, she didn't care. Julia didn't have to worry about anything. Sometimes she felt her mouth be freed from its penetration and move on its own, as if she were speaking with someone. Similarly, she could sometimes feel her hands moving of their own accord and do something. Julia couldn't really tell what they were doing, and wasn't able to concentrate enough to focus on it. Shortly after these brief liberations of movement, she would be met with an intense rush of heat and pleasure that filled her and washed away any memory of the incident.

Time had little meaning to Julia. Space had little meaning too. She existed for the heat, in the now, in the moment. Julia could not discern one speck of time from the next, as it all seemed to blend together, slowing down so she could enjoy it forever.