Succumbing to Menudia Ch. 07

"A vinyl fetish, hmm? Interesting ... quite interesting. Funny, you would never be able to tell just by looking at him. No matter -- I think we're certainly going to get our mileage out of this one, aren't we, Danielle?"

"I hope so, Menudia."

"You know, after all these years, I still don't fully understand the human brain. I just sit on my throne and glow, what do I know? Tell me, you're his therapist, how does something like this even come about?"

"Well, I believe there were certain PVC items worn by a friend of his sister, and by a rather impactful high school crush --"

"On second thought, save it. I'm sure you're more concerned with the psychology of it all than I am. Just as long as we have something triggering enough to go on. Because if my instincts are correct -- and they usually are in these matters -- he'll make an excellent subject for my ongoing research project. Ah yes, that little Achilles heel of his is going to come in handy.

"And so will you, my dear! I suspect we've barely tapped into those analytical, clinical gifts of yours -- not to mention a few of your less 'clinical' gifts, as you so effectively demonstrated with Mason only a short while ago -- but there's time, there's certainly time. So forgive me, this vinyl fixation of his, is it like some sort of a ... bondage thing?"

"Well, I think for him, to this point at least, it's been more like the excitement of girls combining it with everyday clothing -- partly a fashion thing, partly a fetish thing --"

"Like his sister's friend, his high school crush, etc. etc. I think I'm getting the picture. I wonder if any of these young females understand the legacy of their spur-of-the-moment wardrobe choices, but ... here we are. At any rate, I'm sure we can expand his horizons along the way.

"Of course, I suppose I would have identified his kryptonite eventually, through a rigorous process of trial and error, but having his former therapist on board certainly speeds the project along! When a gift falls in your lap, use it, I say. In other words, Danielle, I'm thinking you'll be the ideal figure to lead the study. Any objections?"

"I look forward to it very much, Menudia."

"Excellent! But before we get started in earnest, I'd like to give him his first little exposure, without any instructions, just to see how he reacts, where his instincts take him, observe his organic response to the unexpected stimuli, etc. When I'm ready for you to step in, I'll let you know."

*****

Mason woke from his nap, and found himself resting face-up on a soft mattress in a strange but cozy (if small) anteroom somewhere inside Menudia's castle, hearing some rustling noises coming through a doorway to his right.

"I think he's up." The voice sounded like it belonged to Rachel. "Can you see if he's up?"

"Mason, you awake yet?" That was unmistakably Jen. "Just come on in when you're up." Their voices appeared to be originating from the room to his right.

"We're all in here." Julie was apparently with them too.

"We've got kind of a ... I guess you'd call it a surprise," Vanessa added. "Come on in, we're curious to see what you think."

He popped up on his feet, languidly stretched his arms and legs within his robe, then stepped through the doorway into a much larger, warmly lit room containing antique wood paneling, a brown velvet sofa, three black suede loveseats, what appeared to be a small bed on a brass frame in the far corner, and a soft red rug stretching across the floor.

Standing with their backs to the wall were Julie, Jen, Emily, Vanessa, and Rachel.

Julie was once again wearing the same white short-sleeve crew neck top that she had worn to the picnic, except instead of wearing her floral-print midi cami dress over it, she was now wearing a dress almost identical in style and shape to that one, but which was made of thick black vinyl.

The PVC dress sported prominent stitching on the four seams that ran down each side of the garment, as well as on the straps that hugged her shoulders and along the bottom edge that flared out around mid-thigh. She'd tied her long, light brown hair into two symmetrical pigtails, but otherwise, her silver-rimmed glasses still rested on her nose, and her light blue mary janes still covered her feet.

Jen was back in the same tight white long-sleeve cotton shirt that she had worn to the picnic, except now she was wearing her bra over the shirt instead of under it -- and her bra now happened to be made of dark purple PVC. She had paired her vinyl bra with matching dark purple vinyl jean-style shorts, black mesh leggings, and the white sneakers she'd had on back in the meadow, her hair again in a ponytail, although it was no longer sticking out through a baseball cap.

Emily had changed into a form-hugging white vinyl nurse's outfit -- the kind with a red collar, thin red rings around the short sleeves and the hemline, and a red vinyl cross resting over her left breast which, like her right breast, was straining against the partially-unzipped portion of the uniform below her neck. For footwear, she'd swapped out her black loafers for some white patent leather boots. Despite the dramatic change, she'd retained the little gold hairclip in her short blonde locks that she'd been wearing when she'd helped take Mason.

Vanessa again had on the same dark green sweater she'd worn to the picnic, except she'd switched out the short black cotton skirt that had gone along with it for a short red PVC skirt of a similar fit and style, along with black high heels, her hair dancing freely around her neck (the plastic hairclip she'd been wearing earlier having been discarded).

Finally, Rachel was back in her tight blue jeans (the ones that she'd so eagerly removed upon taking Ellis) and her white tennis shoes, but was now rocking a pink, cropped, short-sleeve button-up vinyl blouse for a top, the bottom edge of which danced against her tanned, hourglass torso, her straight auburn hair flowing over her shoulders.

It was as if someone had given an AI program the prompt, "Dress the five girls in outfits similar to the ones they've been wearing in the last day or two, but this time, add vinyl clothing."

The girls had been hoping to see a certain look on Mason's face, and all five of them couldn't help but smile back at him.

Because they were getting that look.

"We heard you had a bit of a vinyl fetish, hmm?" Julie invitingly raised her right eyebrow in time with her "hmm?"

"Interesting fetish, don't you think?" Rachel added mischievously.

"Uh-oh, looks like Danielle broke her professional little 'oath of confidentiality,'" Emily chipped in with mock concern, twiddling her fingers behind her back.

"I'd always thought I'd look cute in a vinyl skirt," Vanessa confessed, kittenishly tugging the ends of the fabric outward. "Can't believe it took me this long to try it."

"I wouldn't have guessed this one in a million years," Rachel said, turning to the other girls. "Good thing we had Danielle on hand. Where do you think he got it from?"

"Oh, I'm going to guess a certain Katie might have had a little something to do with it," Jen surmised as her hands fidgeted with the alignment of her vinyl bra.

The other four girls gave her a quick "Who the fuck is Katie?" look.

"Uh, Mason and I go all the way back to high school?"

"Wait, really? You went to the same high school?" Emily sounded quite surprised.

"I did not know that," Julie added in a similar spirit. "Huh. The revelations are just flying fast and furious today."

"'Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, and where we are our learning likewise is,'" Jen replied thoughtfully, via Ferdinand in Love's Labour Lost, and she poked the back pockets of her vinyl buttocks with her fingers.

"So Mason ..." Emily coyly continued to knead her hands behind her back, her posture pressing her breasts against the white PVC that cradled them. "Tell us what you think."

Mason noticed a bottle of lotion conveniently resting near his feet. He opened his robe, smothered the lotion onto his right hand, and proceeded to answer Emily's question by jerking off as fast as he could.

The girls all seemed pleased -- and they knew Menudia would be pleased.

"I'm taking this to mean ... he likes what he sees," Rachel figured.

Only twenty seconds later, a stream of cum landed onto Emily's nurse's outfit, just above her waist. A second stream landed on Vanessa's red vinyl skirt. A third stream hit Jen at the top of the right pocket of her purple vinyl shorts.

Through either coincidence or an oddly mysterious element of magic, every chunk of Mason's pleasure seemed to find the girls' vinyl garments and nothing else -- although a couple of his last squirts didn't quite travel far enough and simply landed onto the wooden floor. One stream had managed to hit the right side of Vanessa's skirt and ricochet onto Rachel's pink blouse, like a "magic bullet" of cum.

When it was all said and done, Emily seemed to have received the brunt of it, and Julie had barely even been grazed, although the bemused grin on her face suggested that she didn't appear to have minded.

Mason collapsed into one of the loveseats behind him, covered up his genitals with the sides of the robe, and fell back asleep.

Julie turned to Jen and rabidly licked up the remnants of Mason's excitement that had coated Jen's purple PVC shorts, while Rachel did the same with the glob that had found Vanessa's red PVC skirt.

Once those were cleaned off, Julie and Jen quickly tag-teamed and slurped up the clumps of pleasure that had gathered onto Emily's white vinyl uniform, while Vanessa returned the favor Rachel had performed for her and gobbled up the cum that had made its way onto Rachel's cute pink vinyl blouse, making a final stop at Rachel's lips, where they both shared a quick taste of their spoils. Likewise, Jen couldn't resist briefly dragging her tongue against Emily's delicate little mouth.

Then the girls all resumed the positions they'd been holding upon Mason's entrance, as if nothing of note had taken place whatsoever, their shiny garments devoid of the merest trace of residue, patiently and happily waiting for Mason to recharge. With one exception: noticing the drops of cum that had landed on the floor, Jen speedily grabbed a nearby towel, wiped it up, tossed the towel into the corner, and got back in line.

After about ten minutes, he came to, quickly remembering the girls still standing there in front of him, and the array of shiny outfits that they were presenting to him in such a calculated, provoking fashion.

"Well, I can't lie, I certainly was curious what his first reaction was going to be," Jen said, "but I feel like we're only just getting started."

"It's a lot to take in, I suppose." Julie added, turning to the others. "I think we're blowing his repressed little mind."

"Mybe we could ... uh ... blow a few other things while we're at it," Emily pointed out, slyly pleased with her innuendo. "No pressure though. Whatever you'd like to do, it's all cool with us."

"You know, in Spanish," Vanessa proceeded to explain, "'Menu dia' means "Menu of the day.' So maybe you can think of us as sort of like your 'menu of the day.' What's calling to you? De que estas de humor?"

"Although I should clarify," Jen added with a hint of know-it-all egotism, "That the name 'Menudia' only coincidentally appears to have Latin roots. In truth, the etymology stems more from Aramaic and Sanskrit, as I've come to understand it. However, Vanessa's overall point still stands."

"Thank you, Jen," Rachel replied with slight sarcasm, her hand merrily fiddling with the bottom of her pink PVC shirt. "Too bad none of us can be your 'first time' -- I think Danielle's still recuperating from that one -- but I guess one of us could be your first 'vinyl' time."

They could tell it was almost impossible for him to decide what move to make next. Even if they'd been wearing the exact same outfits they'd worn to the picnic, he still would have wanted to screw them all. But now ... it was like "pick your poison." And they all had that look on their faces.

For reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on, he began eyeing Julie, standing there in her glasses, white short-sleeve top, and black vinyl dress, as she playfully kicked her left foot against the back of her semi-exposed thigh. Her facial expression seemed to have a little something else in it.

The touchy activist girl with hints of Scottish, Jewish, Spanish, and Portuguese ancestry had always been pretty, but he really had to hand it to Menudia. Julie used to never stop blabbing on and on about "female empowerment," right? Nothing said "female empowerment" like the way she was wearing that black PVC dress.

She seemed to be quietly getting off on the sensation of the heavy fabric pressing down against her chest, stomach, and hips, like it was little protective shield, with those coquettish pigtails adding just the right dash of baby doll innocence ...

He thought back to the moment he'd failed to rescue her in the meadow, and the words she had said as she slid against him on her way upward -- so inviting, so eagerly, newly Menudian, so willing to go at it with him right there in the grass.

"Oh, we'll take you eventually ... and when we do, I'll be there ... waiting for you ..."

If someone had told him a week earlier that he would have been standing in a room with these five exact girls, all wearing these five exact outfits, he would have never thought he'd have gone for Julie, but ...

Something on her face just said, "You know I'll be better than the others," or "You know I want it more badly than the others do." Maybe it was simply her placement on the far left, meaning that she was literally the first one he'd laid eyes on.

Just then, without warning, as he was only seconds away from heading toward Julie, Mason felt a nasty resurgence of all his deepest pre-Menudian fears: that the girls were tricking him, using his turn-ons to take advantage of him, luring him into making poor decisions that he would only come to regret, that his fetish was something to be tamed, sidelined, ignored ...

He stood frozen, paralyzed by the thoughts that, despite all that had taken place, still lingered.

Geez Louise. Rarely had Menudia seen this level of resistance coming from an already-taken Menudian. This one was a special breed for sure, but with the tiniest mental push, she knew she would get her way.

Irked and irritated by his hesitancy, she barked into his head, "Ahem ... it appears you have forgotten: you have succumbed ... to Menudia!"

From this point forward, at least as far as Mason was concerned, Menudia sure wouldn't have to worry about anything like that again.

He dashed over to Julie, lifted up the bottom of her black PVC dress (underwear apparently not being much of a concern for the girls in this setting), pushed her against the wall, groped her smooth plastic rear with his left hand, slipped his tongue between her teeth, and, after fingering her a bit with his other hand to make sure she was wet enough, began to fuck her just as urgently and chaotically as he'd fucked Danielle earlier.

The four other girls, while slightly disappointed, nevertheless found the scene compelling, as the THUMP THUMP THUMP of Julie's body slamming against the wood paneling filled the comfy room. His astonished partner's mouth barely made a sound, the crinkling of her dress seemingly doing the talking for her as her hands stroked his curly black hair, the high-minded ideologue enjoying being reduced to her innate biological purpose.

It was time for Mason to add some Greek, Croatian, and Romanian to that beguiling mixture of Scottish, Spanish, Portuguese, and Jewish he'd alternately resented and fantasized about throughout his college days.

After roughly 40 seconds, his eyes transformed into vacant ovals as he released his seed inside the feisty feminist with the light brown hair all decked out in her shiny black dress.

Without being conscious of it, Jen found herself turning toward the two of them and consecrating Mason's ejaculation inside her classmate with a terse, almost threatening "Succumb! ..."

Having gladly taken in Mason's fresh, healthy sperm and fulfilling her Menudian duty (in a rather unexpected fashion, but these decisions were not hers to make), Julie sank down against the wall and nodded off.

Mason likewise stumbled over to the loveseat and, before he could finish mulling over in his mind which of the girls he wanted to fuck next, proceeded to drift off as well.

*****

After what seemed like only a few minutes, the Menudian-controlled vinyl fanatic snapped out of it and stood up, feeling more or less recharged, glancing at the shiny black wreckage he'd left in his wake: Julie asleep on the floor, her pigtails askew, saliva dripping out of her lips, the bottom of her dress crumpled awkwardly around her waist.

"Looks like you and Julie ... uh ... had a nice time," Jen said admiringly. "Just think Mason, what would we have done without the entry of Menudia into our lives? As Tennessee Williams put it ..." -- she took a moment to slip into her best Southern belle accent -- "... 'I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers.'"

"But I don't think any of us are exactly strangers here," Vanessa pointed out. "Come to think of it, I've got history with lots of boys, but you know Mason, there's always been a bit of a blank spot where you and I are concerned that's always kind of bothered me ..."

There was something about the tone in Vanessa's voice that was causing Mason to lean toward her next. Even in their pre-Menudian days, she'd always seemed to be up for a quick, meaningless fuck. Standing there in her tight, dark green sweater and that red vinyl skirt ... oh yeah. His mind was made up.

Spreading the sides of his robe once again, he didn't need to move much material out of his way as he entered Vanessa gracefully, her PVC skirt easily sliding up toward her waist. Just as he'd done with Julie, he pushed her against the aged wood paneling and proceeded to go to town with the perennially bangable Latina nymph.

"Come on ... come on ... yeah ... mmm-yeah ...tan bueno ... tan bueno ..."

That red vinyl skirt couldn't help but remind him of one of the skirts that Katie had worn to school his senior year, although instead of a dark green sweater, Kaite had paired it with a lacey, billowy white blouse. Shame that Vanessa wasn't Katie. Now that he thought about it, Katie's short blonde hair reminded him a lot of Emily's.

Emily. Man, Emily was looking good in that white nurse's get-up.

Vanessa's inviting vagina should have been enough to occupy his full attention, but at this point, a funny thing started happening: his mind unexpectedly began wandering over to the angelic blonde in the white nurse's uniform to his left.

He was having second thoughts.

Maybe he should have picked Emily instead?

What about all times he'd jerked off to Emily? Like when she'd worn that pink turtleneck sweater paired with her denim miniskirt and knee-high leather boots? Or when she'd dressed up as a Playboy bunny for Halloween, in that little black body stocking with fur on her tits?

Maybe Emily's fashion sense had been the one place in her life where she hadn't been afraid to stand out a bit, to buck some trends. And for a perfect example: that white PVC nurse's costume. It was almost exactly like the black PVC nurse's costume he'd seen that random girl wearing at that same Halloween party a year earlier ... except Emily wasn't just some random girl ...

Seriously, how many times had he jerked off to Vanessa?

Now he couldn't get his mind off it. That image of Emily's features reluctantly surrendering to her first Menudian orgasm as she floated there back in the meadow, Austin's tongue on her clit, her pink blouse fluttering in the wind, Mason watching helplessly in the bushes, and now she was standing right next to him ...