Sud Monkey

“So this is it, huh?” I asked.

“This is it? No… just wait,” Forest said. “Gets way worse than this.”

“Awesome,” I said, faking chipper sarcastically.

“Looks like they fucked you up pretty good.” Forest said.

She had dark hair, brown or black, I couldn’t be sure through her helmet. She wasn’t the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, either. Kind of had that ‘Was a Five in High School’ face. Not ugly, not wildly beautiful. Honestly she seemed like she should be someone’s mother or wife or something. I liked her face. She made me feel better about my dire situation.

“Yeah… I got a mouth on me.”

“Officer Huxtable?” Forest asked.

I nodded, “Fucked me right up.”

“Yeah, she does that to all you pretty, naive girls.”

I didn’t know how to take that so I just said, “Oh…”

“It’s her thing, I mean,” Forest said, gesturing with a hand. “She’s one of those people that had a tough life. Takes it out on other people, I think. She’s definitely got a type though, so… just a heads up. You’re it.”

“Huh?” I asked, terror hitting me at that thought.

“Yeah. Slim little redheads. She always gives you girls hell.”

“… Goodie.” I said flatly, “So glad to know she likes beatin’ girls like me up.”

“Yeah? A lot of us in D-Block showed up like that. There’s always some bitch working admin that either likes your face or wants to punch it. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t give the Candice too much hell. Promise she won’t punch you,” She said as we approached a guard sitting at what used to be a service counter.

The lobby was redesigned smaller. A check-in station at best, where the guard sat.

No chairs at all. No concessions. Just a barred hallway leading into D-Block.

The guard came round and unlocked it to let us in, then she returned to flipping through a magazine. She was dressed in military garb as were the rest. No suit though.

She was clearly exempt.

“Candice?” I asked.

“Her.” Forest gestured at the guard.

“Hi, Honey.” The black woman said, flipping another page from her window seat beyond the bars.

“Oh. Hey,” I waved.

“She’s our link to the wall. She’s supposed to be keeping us in line or whatever but we’re pretty chill here. One of the few blocks that keep our cells open. We help each other.”

“Oh… cool. How many girls are here?”

“Me, you. Two others. Lucy and Swan Yi.”

I nodded, following Forest as she turned and continued leading me into the cell common room.

It had four doors two upstairs, two downstairs, like suite apartments with barred doors. Each of them was decorated differently, if vaguely.

Not a lot was allowed in a prison, naturally but clearly some rules had been broken. A lot of what everyone had was salvaged stuff.

Made sense. People ran screaming. Nobody had time to pack a thing really outside of evacuation. Grab what you could carry or load in your car.

They’d stolen things like curtains, lamps, shelves. Our prison common room actually looked kind of like a home.

Sort of.

A home in a prison.

Considering I spent my entire life on the run, I was actually happy to see it. Part of me kind of felt like things would be okay.

Forest guided me over to the downstairs cell on the right and nudged her head.

“That’s you… Swan Yi’s across from you,” she pointed. “Me and Luce are upstairs. I guess you’ll wanna get used to your space. Dinner’s in an hour. The other two should be getting back shortly.”

“Dinner?” My stomach groaned as my eyes lit up.

“Yeah… kind of a joke around here,” she said. “I guess you’re kinda hungry huh?”

“Y… yeah, they made me-…”

“I know. That’s because the suit is self-contained. We get a new one every year but it never comes off.”

“Never? How!?” I asked, horrified at that thought. Panic rose in my throat. My head swam at it.

“Yeah. Never.” Forest nodded, bored, as if she expected my freak out.

“No, no, wait— how do… what about showers or… takin’ a shit!?"

Forest laughed a little. “You did that already. Last time you’re ever going to. Hope you enjoyed it.”

“What!? No. No, no, no, no, no,” I said quickly, rapidly, my mind spiraling, backing away from Forest as if she were the devil. “You don’t understand. This thing’s like… I- I can’t breathe, I…”

“Calm down.” Forest urged, reaching out to me with a consoling hand.

“No- no fuck you, calm down. What does that even mean?! I can’t…” I started hyperventilating. I started clawing at my body. Looking around desperately, tugging at any place I could and only finding slick, unforgiving material. Not able to touch myself. Too feel myself.

My body was muted.

My body was muted!

“Stop that. You’re gonna—“ Forest tried to settle me, but fuck that.

“Oh my god… Oh my — Ohhgg…” My batteries ran down to zero.

I felt the ground.

That was all.

Just the ground.

It hurt.

Everything was black though.

The totality of my situation collapsing my ability to function. To think.

My brain just hard reset. My consciousness noped out.

The entire time I’d been here, from the moment they started torturing me. Beating me up. Sealing me in this forever-tomb, I thought my jail cell was going to be walls and bars.

Only to find out my real prison was my own skin. My second skin. The thing that would hug me every morning and every night. The thing that would stop me from feeling myself. From touching myself.

Even pleasuring myself.

I wasn’t just a latex Pin-Up cutie doing a bid.

I was exactly what my confused mind had made me half my life. An asexual walking fetish. And if I was lucky I’d be thirty before I ever had sex. I always thought that would be on my terms.

Now I was permanently a virgin. Forever chaste. My body would be untouched.

There was a weird comfort in that.

Guess I couldn’t get prison raped or something? That’s one fear gone…

Right?

What a pathetic blessing.

The longer I live the more I’m convinced God hates me.

My head reminded me. The entire time I was in the darkness, all I could dream about was my life as a miserable failure.

All my life they called me Lucille Ball. All the older people.

“Wow, look at you. Big blue eyes. Just like Lucille Ball.” Some old timer that survived would say.

I dreamed about myself being on I Love Lucy.

The alien grip on my body reminded me even in unconsciousness that I was no longer free.

Even in my dream, sashaying through the living room, pulling funny faces at the camera as my Cuban dreamboat came home. I was in latex. Bound.

He wasn’t the sweet guy he was on TV though. His ravenous, wolfish eyes looking at my body in smooth plastic. Shoving me up against the wall like Huxtable. Feeling, squeezing and molesting me. Turning me around, delighting at my body. Attacking the only thing he could have. My mouth.

Hungry, savage kisses. Taking my autonomy. The only thing I could love with.

And then he was Officer Huxtable.

Forcing her long, alien tongue down my throat.

Choking me with it while she fucked my mouth.

It was horrifying.

I felt the squeeze.

The latex was thousands of her arms wringing my body. Acting out her savage, predatory will on me while I gagged on her tongue.