Cyndi’s Rubber 55 .40 mm latex catsuitCyndi gets her first Death Rubber: Just before I left on Vacation I got a call from my contact in the Vegas Organization. They needed a cleanup at one of the Luxury estates on offer through their real estate agency. The fully furnished place has been on the market for some time, but since there are signs that even here the market is becoming better for up-market sales they sent in a cleaning crew to give it a good cleaning before staging the home for showing.
What the crew found was two bodies at the bottom of the indoor swimming pool and the supervisor called his boss and a few minutes later I’m called to clean up the mess. This is the first time I’ve been called to cleanup bodies in months. I thought everyone was behaving themselves and the turf wars were in at least a truce and perhaps they are because when Cyndi and I got there the deaths appeared to be accidental. This was Cyndi’s first time alone with me (she had been with Taryn and me once before) on a cleanup assignment. She wanted to take Taryn’s place helping me because she is interested in collecting and wearing ‘death rubber’ like I do.
Death Rubber: Returning readers will remember that my definition of ‘death rubber’ is rubber fetishwear or diving equipment being worn by a person who died while having sex. Our interest of course is in dead females because on cleanup jobs like this we get to keep any of the personal possessions of the deceased that we find so we strip the bodies of women our size and check all the body cavities for inserted devices of one sort or another. For me over the years that means I’ve collected a lot of interesting rubber encasement suits in my size, vintage SCUBA equipment and a few sex toys. I find it’s a huge turn-on having sex in or with the equipment another woman died in while being fucked.
We took the truck and the usual supplies and went out to the house. I have a master key so the cleaning crew had gone, not wanting to become involved. The Organizations real estate agency thinks it has a good chance of a sale for this property and they weren’t anxious to have it tied up for months as a crime scene, which is why they called me. What we found was a man and women in latex catsuits, hoods, gloves and booties on the bottom of the dive-well of a conventional 20 ft deep swimming pool. Before suiting up to retrieve the bodies we checked the rest of the house and we found a problem in the four bay garage which contained only an air compressor a half dozen 80 cu ft aluminum air tanks and a kerosene heater that was out of fuel. When I approached the door from the house to the garage my CO detector started registering and when I opened the door it shot up to a reading in the mid 3000 ppm range, well into the fatal range [concentrations of carbon monoxide at 3,200 ppm (0.32%) produce symptoms of headache, dizziness and nausea in five to ten minutes and death within 30 minutes], so I hit the automatic door opener and opened all four bay doors. What seems to have happened is the woman went into business for herself in the house and used the garage to fill her air tanks. Over time the kerosene heater being used to warm the large empty garage filled the enclosed space with carbon monoxide poisoning the air being used to fill her SCUBA tanks. So she accidentally poisoned herself and her client.
Removing the bodies: Even though we had a good idea what killed them we still tested the water and it seemed to be safe. Even so, we put on our drysuits and positive pressure FFMs and made sure all our seals were tight before entering the water to retrieve the bodies. They were both wearing wrist and ankle weights as well as weight belts. They were out of their SCUBA sets which were along side them strapped into weighted buoyancy control vests and they were wearing single hose reg FFMs. The woman seemed to have been on her hands and knees and was penetrated from the rear, doggie style, but had collapsed forward so her butt was up and the lens of her mask was pressed into the bottom with her arms folded under her. The air valves were still open on both tanks and their consoles showed the tanks were both nearly full. I shut off the air loosened the spiders of their FFMs and pulled their masks off so we could get the bodies to the surface w/o having to contend with their SCUBA gear. Both had vomited in their masks. Separating them wasn’t easy. They had been dead long enough to be in rigor mortis so I guess they hadn’t been dead more than a day and hadn’t started decomposing. Well, not badly. The man’s arms were around his partner’s shoulders and we had to both pull on his arms to release his grip before we could pull him, still erect, out of her. We attached lift bags to the weight belts on both bodies and to each SCUBA set and sent them to the surface where we pulled them to the shallow end and got the SCUBA gear out of the pool and set to one side.
We pulled the bodies out of the water and bagged the man. He was in a worn black Polymorph suit with scuffed elbows and knees that fit him like rental rubber, which it probably was. Then we got down to stripping the woman. She was wearing a perfectly fitting high quality .40 mm (medium weight) brown latex catsuit from the British fetishwear maker Rubber 55 – similar to the one shown in the photo at the top of this entry, except that the eye openings in her hood were smaller so her FFM would seal correctly against the hood - and it was just Cyndi’s size! I inserted my fingers in her vagina then pushed hard on her belly with my other hand and found she was wearing four one inch diameter Pyrex Ben Wa balls! I clamed the ‘death balls’ as mine, since I’d never found a woman who had died having sex with Ben Was inserted before! I was so pleased!
Wearing the Ben Wa balls as an enhancement they should have been fucking each other’s brains out with unbelievably intense orgasms with the balls caressing his frenulum on one side and pressing on and caressing her G-spot on the other. But sucking poisoned pressurized gas through their DVs I don’t think they ever reached orgasm, or at least he didn’t, because he was still erect and rock hard and his penis, all 7 inches of it – I measured it – was black from where the blood had pooled when he collapsed on top of her and his body cooled. I would have offered her body to Adolph – returning readers will remember he is into necrophilia – except that Cyndi wanted her catsuit and Adolph likes his dead divers in the suits in which they died. The dead dive-chick had a lovely body; C-cup breasts, long naturally blond hair (her pubes were waxed) a beautiful face - after I wiped the vomit off it so I could see her features, a hard flat belly and long slim legs. I don’t think she had been in the trade long as her skin, even though she had been submerged for a day or so still looked unblemished.
I searched through her things. She had a Colorado driver’s license, a PADI open water SCUBA certificate dated 6 months ago and credit card receipts from Denver 4 weeks previously and some from local restaurants and bars – where I supposed she was trolling for clients – here in town starting from two weeks back. In her bedroom she had a lot of lovely new Le Perla lingerie that Cyndi took… she looks gorgeous in the thongs and push-up demi-cup bras and Cyndi can wear her three pairs of Jimmy Choo heels as well. So the chick had money or someone sprung for big bucks to outfit her with a first class wardrobe.
She hadn’t been wearing a gas guard nor did she have one in her slit-kit so that (and the recent PADI certificate) told me she was probably new to dive-sex and the major mistake of having a polluting heater poisoning the source of her breathing gas indicated that she wasn’t familiar with at least some of the safety precautions involved in SCUBA diving. She had a partial pack of contraceptive pills, the minipill Cerazette. Cerazette contains no estrogen only the progestin desogestrel a long half-life hormone that is proving very effective even if the user is as much as 12 hour late taking her pill. However, Cerazette is not available in the U.S. and the pharmacy name on the pack is in Lyon, France. I gave Jacques her name and the pharmacy information and asked him to make discreet enquiries.
Prescription mood enhancers: I also found half a bottle of Adderall which is used to increase alertness, increase libido, increase concentration and overall cognitive performance, and, in general, improve mood, while decreasing user fatigue. Until I found this powerful psychostimulant I wondered why the couple didn’t recognize their performance was being impaired and break off the dive and head for the surface. If they were high on Adderall it could have masked their symptoms until they collapsed unconscious and death followed minutes later.
The Marseille Mafia: Her client’s wallet and passport indicated he was a French businessman from Marseille so I forwarded his information to Tanaquil in Germany to have her make enquiries and she found that he was associated with the French Porn industry. Given that the dead couple seemed to be connected to the sex industry in France I asked for instructions and was told that having a French Escort squatting in an Organization property w/o asking permission was a sign of disrespect that couldn’t go unpunished even though the couple was dead. But rather than run the bodies through the chipper I was to deliver them to a cold storage facility to be preserved while the bosses discussed what to do and made enquiries as to if the couple were the thin end of the wedge sent to start a turf war to extend the reach of the French Mafia into Vegas. Meanwhile, Cyndi and I sent her new death rubber catsuit and my death balls along with tissue from the bodies to Labia Labs to be tested for all known STIs and sterilized while we were on vacation.
I’m pleased to say the tests are back and both of the bodies and the gear they were wearing were free of all known STIs and other deadly viruses and bacteria and are safe for us to wear. Cyndi as a Towel Girl not yet Red Door qualified is none the less causing a sensation at Splash in her Rubber 55 catsuit and knowing it was worn by a French professional escort who died while having sex in it makes her aroused just thinking about being able to feel the latex compress her well toned young body as it once did its previous owner. And, I’m enjoying manipulation my new Pyrex death balls to keep my vaginal muscles toned. It is such fun to be able to move them up and down my vagina and give myself a gentle G-spot orgasm with them while in budget meetings where my accountants are droning on and on.
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