Hen Night part 2

Stories and fantasies about rainwear.
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JellyMan
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Hen Night part 2

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Sarah was feeling chilly as she walked through the trees and hugged herself to keep warm but also cover he bare chest. Up ahead she spotted another box turned over and her spirits lifted, but she was not hopeful of getting out of her situation any time soon. She found a small package with a label in it, but it simply said "Aliexpress" with a logo. She unfolded another plastic garment, this time a lightweight see-through blue rain jacket. She quickly pulled it on, squeezing her hands through the elasticated cuffs and sliding her bare arms in the sleeves then slid the black zip up. It had a hood, draw string around the hem and was a mid-blue, not dark but not super light in colour. Sarah was relieved at being covered, even if the jacket was transparent like her plastic knickers, but offered some obscuring of her nude body. She was, however, annoyed that it was too short to cover her below the waist, despite pulling it down. She walked on wondering what was coming next and why her former friends were dressing her in plastic clothes. After a few minutes she came across a small cottage in the trees, there were no vehicles outside and no signs of life. Sarah was about to walk by, but heard voices simewhere ahead; male voices she really didn't want seeing her. She darted back and round the side of the cottage but the voices grew louder and soon three stocky men, probably builders from their looks, came in to view. Sarah retreated back against the brickwork until she came to a side door - she tried the handle slowly, it moved and soon she found herself standing in a small kitchen. She closed the door carefully but peered through the glass as the men went by, oblivious to the nurse inside.

"Hello?", she called out in a nervous voice. After a few calls, each getting louder, she became confident that she was alone. "Now to find something to cover up with?", she thought to herself. Outside the kitchen door was a cupboard under the stairs - carefully she opened the door so as not to make a sound in case someone else was in the house. The smell hit her immediately from the open door, a strong rubber aroma, and then she saw the heavy black raincoat hanging on a hook, and quickly took it out and slipped it on, relieved to cover her nudity. The smell was overpowering and made her slightly light-headed. "This is a start", she thought, "but proper clothes would be much better". Sarah crept to the bottom of the stairs and as she started to climb she froze as the old floorboards creaked, as did her heavy Mac. The upstairs landing was narrow with two doors either side. She tried the one on the left and found a small bathroom and decided she could do with a wee. She gathered the large black latex Mac behind her as she sat down, then pulled her plastic pants down. When she finished she pulled the pans back on as if the most normal thing to do, the smooth material started to feel not so disagreeable against her skin. She washed and dried her hands in the small china sink then, feeling bolder by the minute, investigated the other room. It was a bijoux double bedroom with a large bed filling most of the space, but with built-in wardrobes. She opened the nearest cupboard door in search of 'normal' clothes. She wasn't careful as she opened the wardrobe, but suddenly a figure, dressed entirely in black, with a black hood, jumped out and grabbed her rubber clad arms pushing Sarah backwards.

Sarah pushed back, but although the other person was smaller than her, she was unable to resist, then realised there were more people behind all holding her and moving her towards the bed. Soon the nurse was lying on her back with arms and legs shackled to the four corners of the bed, still dressed in clear plastic pants, vinyl jelly jacket and heavy black rubber, now buttoned up and belted by her assailants. "Let me go!", she shouted, but the four figures left the room, but not before the last one slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

Sarah was excited but not scared, she recognised her four friends dressed as ninjas, this whole this was being staged as part of her hen night. Only Chloe knew of her bondage desires when they both said too much after a night of drinking; in return Sarah knew Chloe had a thing for very bad men and weather girls. Brian and Sarah met in hospital, he a paramedic, her the nurse, she loved him very much, but he was a gentle soul, sweet and caring, but no way he would understand her need to be restrained, forced, treated strongly, made to have sex.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the door open, "who's there? Chloe? Is that you? Let me out of these", shaking her shackles, "the joke is over, come on girls". There was no reply, just heavy footsteps on the cottage wooden floorboards. Strong hands, male hands, held her firmly around her latex clad waist, then one hand slipped downwards and caressed the black rubber on her bare thigh, Sarah gave a small intake of breath. She felt the rubber belt being untied slowly, then cool air as the heavy coat was drawn back, those hands again, caressing her breasts through the blue plastic jacket.

Sarah started to worry, "what if this man forces himself on me? What if Brian found out? Was there anyway to stop him?", in her mind she avoided the word rape, "she didn't want sex of course, she didn't want this stranger to fuck her hard, of course, but if she had no way to stop him, surely not her fault? Just say NO, use your voice girl, he will stop if you say the words, but she remained silent". His face was on her stomach, she could feel his warmth through the plastic, his hands caressed her, one slipped under the jacket and caressed a boob as his head went lower. Suddenly Sarah heard a noise and intense pleasure as a vibrator touched her pussy, the plastic material amplified the feeling and she tried desperately to draw her legs closed, but the leather shackles allowed little movement. Sarah was so lost in the moment she almost failed to notice her pants being drawn back and a large cock on her pussy, then he slipped in, she gasped, "no, please, I, er", he paused, "don't stop", she continued and he didn't but kept the vibrator in place making the sensation almost unbearably wonderful. Sarah arched her back, the plastic pulled tight across her naked breasts, she felt powerless especially with the extra weight of the latex still covering her arms, it was wonderful, but she felt so guilty for enjoying being fucked this way, telling him not to stop, but maybe he wouldn't have anyway, maybe it was the right thing to let him have his wicked way. The man had his hands on her sides, he seemed to be caressing the shiny material, then the nurse realised, the plastic outfit was for him. Her friends dressed her this way for his pleasure, but why? Who was he? Would she be able to have normal boring sex with her new husband, assuming she was released in time to get to the wedding on time? The feeling was getting more intense, Sarah was pulling hard on her restraints, making red marks on her wrists and ankles that she was not aware of. Then it happened. He exploded inside her and she reciprocated, her muscles tightened all over as she came, she turned her head sideways and buried her face in shiny black rubber.

There was panting, heaving of chests, the man dropped his full weight onto her and she could feel his heart pounding through the thin plastic jacket. The door clicked. The four black-clad characters re-entered the room. The man pushed himself up and withdraw, Sarah gave a little gasp as he did, then He left the room. The ninjas waited a minute or so, then slowly unbuckled Sarah, this was feeling a staged and clinical. She sat up, perspiration made the jacket stick to her, she rubbed her wrists to get the circulation going as she removed the blindfold and light flooded in just in time to see the figures leaving the room. "Oi you fuckers, come back, don't leave me like this, what the hell did you just do to me?", she let the heavy rubber Mac slip off and drop onto the bed.
Sarah looked around the room and saw a pile of something on the table which had not been there when she entered. It was her underwear and on top was another of those bloody notes, "have a shower, get dressed, you shall go to the ball Cinderella".
She peeled the plastic jacket off, noting two red rings around each of her wrists, one wide one from the leather restraint and the other thin one caused by the elastic of the jacket cuff. She dropped the pants, checking for signs of cum, then she checked herself: nothing. Maybe? Hopefully? He was wearing protection, it seemed that way and she was a little relieved, but would take the morning after pill later just to be certain. Sarah found a shower and was relieved to freshen herself from the morning's exertions, then slipped into her white bra and pants, feeling happy to finally be wearing at least clothes that covered at least some modesty. She went back to the bedroom and there, on the bed, was her wedding dress. A young girl, maybe 18 or 19, was in the room and busying herself tidying up and had the rubber and plastic garments in her arms.
"Who are you?", asked Sarah.
"I'm Karen", she replied in a matter-of-fact way, then twirled the plastic pants on the end of a finger and smiled.
"What are you doing here?", Sarah said, slightly embarrassed that the girl was holding the clothes that she was recently fucked in, and the realisation that she must have already tidied the leather cuffs away.
"I have been asked to help you get ready for your wedding, your friends will meet you at the church".
"Who was that man?"
"What man?"
"The one who was here a few minutes ago", Sarah pressed.
"Oh, I didn't see any man, I just got here, now we need to get you sorted before the car arrives", Karen replied.
It was clear that Karen was not complicit in her friends plans, so Sarah did not push the point any more, in fact they chatted freely as she was made ready, and nothing was mentioned of bondage or fetish clothing in the bedroom.
Karen was a whizz with a brush and makeup, and soon Sarah's new hair do from the previous day looked almost as it did when she left the salon.
Beep beep!
A car horn sounded outside the cottage, the two women looked out and saw a very large white Rolls Royce, with ribbons on the bonnet. A figure got out and made his way to the cottage door. Karen answered and presented Sarah, looking beautiful and radiant, to her father in full tails.
"Dad?", Sarah queried, "I thought you were in America and couldn't make it back?"
"Wild horses couldn't stop me from giving away my beautiful daughter on her special day, you look stunning", he replied.
Sarah was slightly tearful as her dad helped her into the car. They chatted as the car drove slowly and it was clear that her father had no more idea of what was happening than Sarah, other than being contacted by some woman giving all the details of what he needed to do, even down to the style of suit he needed to rent from Moss Bros.
Sarah had pleaded with Karen to join them, but she refused, saying that she had to finish tidying up and then met her friend.

At the church David escorted his daughter from the car. The photographer took photos before she entered the big oak doors of St.Anne's. The four bridesmaids welcomed Sarah, but there was no opportunity to confront them over the events of earlier that day, but all exchanged looks with Sarah as if to say, "we know what just happened to you". Sarah was worried. She needed answers and didn't want to see Brian until her friends had come clean, but she was holding her father's arm and starting the walk down the aisle...
Suddenly Sarah grabbed the hem of her dress with her left hand, then Chloe's arm with her right as they passed her, then holding tight turned around and almost dragged the bridesmaid back out of the church. The nurse found a secluded spot behind a large gravestone.
"Talk NOW", she scoured at her friend. Chloe looked actually shocked and stammered, "Oh, Sarah, you look lovely, but Brian is waiting, we must go back, you do still want to marry him, don't you?"
"Cut the small talk bitch, what did you lot do to me?", Sarah was angry.
"Um", Chloe's eyes were darting from side to side, as if looking for an escape route, but the bride-to-be blocked her exit.
"Later, I'll explain later, it was er, not my idea, it was, um..."

Sarah made Chloe reveal all. It turned out that she used to go out with Brian, Sarah knew that much, but Chloe knew secret things about him. She knew that Sarah was into bondage and that Brian loved plastic rainwear, but she also knew that neither of them would ever have the guts to own up to one another about their desires. In a moment of madness, during preparation for the hen night, she came up with the plan to force them together and know about each other's desires whether they liked it or not. Brian knew it was Sarah but was told that she chose her outfit, not that she was forced to wear it. Chloe had tried to carefully explain to Brian that Sarah might not be the shy gentle flower that he thought she was, and would probably appreciate his stronger side, but bless him, he didn't get it. Having admitted her secret desires to Chloe, she had known Sarah long enough to know it was only the alcohol allowing her to confide, but would never have the guts to admit it to Brian, however much Prosecco was involved.
"So Brian wanted me to wear these things?", Sarah asked with a slight sound of distaste in her voice.
"Um, yes"
"And the mac?", Sarah queried.
"Oh no, that was all you. You happened to find it, that wasn't planned, we were just expecting the jacket and pants."
"So whose cottage was it? Who owned the heavy mac?"
"Well, er, it belongs to a friend of mine", Chloe replied with some embarassment in her voice, "but admit it, you enjoyed it, and now you both know something about each other, a present from all of us!"
"You don't get off that easily", Sarah said, "I'm sure you could have come up with something a bit less, well, embarrassing and scary, why such an elaborate plot?"
"Well, it all sort of got a bit out of hand, we were a bit tipsy when planning last night, one suggestion led to another and then, well you can see the result".
"I can still bloody feel the result", Sarah said, moving her hips to give a suggestion as to where that feeling was, "and why make me walk naked, then in see-through vinyl, why couldn't the clothes be solid colours, even if they were made of a weird material?"
Chloe tried to change the subject, "look we must go in, they will wonder where we have been."
"Answer me! Why did you all make me do that?"
Chloe broke down. She admitted that the friend who owned the cottage was a girl called Karen. They were lovers now, but Chloe had always liked Sarah, a lot. She was very embarrassed, but had to come clean, she wanted to see Sarah that morning, she watched from afar, with a telescope, happy (if you know what I mean) to watch.
"And did Brian ask you to remove my pubes?", Sarah asked.
"Um, no, that was me again, sorry, I told the others that you secretly wanted to do it but never had the guts. And before you ask, no I didn't do anything to you whilst you were passed out from the effects of the alcohol."
"Except assault me with a bloody razor", Sarah said angrily.
"Sorry, I was drunk, I shouldn't have, maybe if you liked me, er, I mean, had we been the same, er, sorry", Chloe was crying.
"So you wanted to see me humiliated?", Sarah asked.
"Oh no, I was just, well, I wanted to do something naughty, I wanted to see you, um, nude, watch you walking with nothing on, the way I wanted, commanded, because I knew you would never be mine once you married Brian. The others didn't know, they just followed, it was all me."
"So you wanted us to get together, you and me?", Sarah's voice was lowered.
"I loved you. I mean, I love you. Always have, so yes, get together, absolutely, but I knew that could never be the way you talked about Brian. I wanted you to be happy, but first I wanted a bit of that happiness, even if it was wrong."
"Well, er, ok, that makes sense, sort of, in a twisted way, but then who am I to judge?", Sarah turned, "best not let the vicar kept waiting any longer, or Brian of course."
But as she turned she pressed Chloe's hand under her dress, and between her legs, "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, so long as Karen and Brian don't mind?"
"Wow!", said Chloe, sliding her fingers over Sarah's pussy, "you're wearing the pants, the er, clear plastic ones?"
"Sh! Something borrowed...."
hotwilly
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Re: Hen Night part 2

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Enjoyed this story
Got possibilities of more episodes, honeymoon etc
Thanks
Broad minded enough to acknowledge we all enjoy different things:)
Taffmac
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Re: Hen Night part 2

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I love the fact that your stories include see-through plastic. Please keep up the good work.
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