LAMINATED SOLDIERS

By Robert Sanfratello /MR SANMAN

HELP! SOS! ANYONE?

            Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Can anyone help? Please send help or some message back to let me know what’s going on. I have been locked inside this plastic encasement for… god I have no idea, feels like forever, could be a century or a millennium or maybe just a few years, can’t tell, time is so screwed up here. Here. Here where is here? I’m not sure anymore. I thought it was a POW camp but I’m not sure? Something has shifted.

            I am Officer Jason Michelson of the US Army Special Forces team, I can’t tell you the rest because I don’t want to hurt certain people. My Special Forces number is RST99873100; No I am not a traitor. I never gave them any information, at least not consciously, but sometimes when they touch me in strange ways and infiltrate my form with chemicals I don’t know what I can be made to say.

            I am unable to get free, none of us are. We are still laminated inside these plastic sheets and... And oh oh god, here it comes again… The Wave. Oh the Wave. Seems I live for the wave… the wave of Arousal that infiltrates this plastic prison and covers my suspended body with waves of sensation, vibration, messaging and pleasure and oh god! Here comes the orgasm again, I can’t fight it, I tried to fight it the first hundred or so times but now I live fore it…oh god! Oh god! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!”

            I fear they are doing something with my cum! Something inhuman!

Help me, can you help me. Help us! I don’t even know who I am sending this message to but I think it’s some sort of rubber website. All the official government sites that I keep trying to connect with keep denying that the war is real, I can’t get through… this rubber site is the only link that’s interested in my situation and I fear it’s not because you want to help me but because you seem to get off on my twisted predicament. But if you are the only one that will listen to my story then I shall tell you, but hopefully you will believe me after I am done and you will find a way to send help, or at least let me know if Earth has not been invaded yet!

            Time inside this lamination suspension seems to twist the minds perception of things, god, I hope I am not sending this message to the enemy. If I am, I will try and not reveal too much that will aid them in their take over of Planet Earth. But hopefully this information will help the Argen’s find us and maybe win the war.

            I know I must sound like a babbling idiot, but that’s all I can do, babble in my mind. Yes in my mind, this is all in my mind. The chip in my head is malfunctioning, I think, I don’t know. When I get back to head quarters... that is IF I ever get back to head quarters I will have to have them check it out for system misfires.

            I think that because I was selected to be the communications conduit during one of our last special missions that I have been able to connect to the electrical intelligence systems and some how I have made a link back to Earth and that’s how I am getting through. I can mentally type out my message via the digital processor in my mind chip and that’s how this message is getting through to you. I don’t think the other men captured here can do this, but I am not sure because I cannot talk to them. I can only see them and sometimes we brush and bump into one another. I live for that.

            No I am not gay, well, I wasn’t when I joined this Special Forces team, but now the only body contact is when the cables are running and our laminated bodies rub over each other. I know it sounds twisted and queer but when you are denied any contact for so long, you learn to live for the few moments that accidentally come your way. I think the body in front of me is sergeant Roberts.  God I love it when my plastic covered groin rubs against his vacuum sealed bubble butt. It almost makes me cream, but I can’t, I can only cream when the Waves come or when the prison guards decide they want to play with the POWs. That’s always a rare twisted treat. Being felt up by some hot guard who wants to get his rocks off while feeling over your laminated body can be freaky yet pleasurable. And they are men from my own unit sometimes! Which really blows my mind. But then again I have done the same thing to them when it was my turn at guard. But that seems so long ago, the aliens usually have a guard rotation but not anymore, that is why I think something has shifted, something is wrong and it’s been a long time. The war has to be over by now. Have they forgotten us? Will they ever come and save us POWs?

            Hello, please let them know we are still alive out here and waiting for the war to be over so we can come home, surely the homing devices in our mind chips will help the Argen’s locate us! We are still here! And let me tell you, there are hundreds of thousands of us, just waiting here sealed inside clear laminated sheets of plastic, hanging in row after row like pieces of plastic coated garments in a dry cleaning shop.

            Please don’t tell me the government has forgotten about us. I guess I can handle it if we lost the war and there is no one left to come and save us, but if we won the war and they have forgotten about us out here then that would be really sad. I know the government might not want to spend the money to fly halfway across the galaxy to retrieve us but surely someone would care that we are still missing. And all those other Alien races have the technology to do it, I know the Argens do, they are the ones that recruited us to fight in the great wars in the first place. Oh god, I hope they have not been defeated too?

            Wait, it can’t be, if this message is getting picked up by some rubber website on earth then I know that the enemy has not taken over Earth yet! Oh god, maybe they are on their way there! If that is the case, then I wish you all the best of luck, but I fear you will end up like me, sealed in some sort of clear rubber encasement, naked, plugged at all openings and hanging in some sort of cum collecting compound with thousands of other men.

            Oh no, here comes Officer Langley, oh man, I can just see him in my peripheral vision. It’s so hard sometimes to see anything more then the naked backside of the guy in front of you, and yes Sergeant Robert’s back and butt are incredibly hot to spend forever looking and lusting after. But I can also see the rows and rows of other naked men before me and sometimes when the cables move and we roll into a turn or a curve I can see a lot more. They roll us on the cables for several reasons. The main one being that every so many days we get a bath dip. They drop us into a liquid vat that seems to revitalize us somehow. It cleans and purifies us and I think it keeps us aroused and every nerve is awakened and ready to be stimulated. It also keeps us in a suspended state as well as keeping our muscles and body functions locked into their healthy state, so we don’t atrophied. This way we keep reproducing sperm. Like I said they have been collecting our sperm for some reason and I fear it is not a good one.

            Oh god, Officer Langley just ran his hands down my backside. Oh man, that feels so fucking incredible. I know he loves me. I am one of his favorite sex toys, if you can call it that. We had a mission together once and we got along real well, he’s an incredibly handsome soldier and I think he really took a shine to me. Now that I am sealed up like this he can do what ever he wants to me and well, he does, regularly. He has to, he doesn’t have a choice.

            You see the guards are POWS as well, and they are programmed to mass produce sperm too, which is also collected. So they are always horny and they get their rocks off by feeling up the laminated soldiers randomly and well, I guess I am just one of the lucky ones because he always comes over to find me more often then any one else and let me tell you there are thousands of guys in here to play with and everyone is in peak military fitness. There are also about a hundred or so guards running the prison, and like I said they are on our side. Its’ just that the aliens program them to follow certain orders and they have to. They can’t escape because this whole prison in out in space some where floating around and they don’t have the technology to take it over. And the Aliens are not here because they can’t live in our environment, so they have humans run the place. It’s all very complicated.

            Oh man, he’s rubbing his hands over my butt cheeks, god I want to cum! Oh jeeze, he’s so good at this. I wish I could return the touch so bad.

Oh man he’s feeling over my chest and stomach, this feels too good, I love it when he nestles his face over my groin and pretends to suck my cock. He can’t though, it’s laminated up hard against my lower belly, there’s a tube going into it that’s sucks out my juices. But it feels so good when he licks over that area. Oh man, I want to scream stop it but if feels so good. Too good.

            Oh wow, he’s stroking around my flat rectangular plastic prison and gripping my butt cheeks and man oh man. God! His strong fingers keep pushing into my hole and oh oh ahhh! Oh god. I wish he could fuck me, but he can’t... Wait, wait, what, what is he doing? He’s moved behind me again.

            Oh wow. I can feel his tongue sliding up and down my plastic coated butt and ass crack. Wow, this is pure madness. He’s licking all around me. Up and down my legs feeling my calves and oh god that tickles, he is slipping his fingers over the soles of my plastic sealed feet. I can just wiggle slightly and groan in defiance but it does no good. The plastic is too strong. It’s made of something alien I think it almost alive, I think. Every inch of my body is alive inside it. Oh man I think I am going to cum!

            Man am I dizzy! My speeding heart rate has forced me to breathe faster and I am not allowed to. The alien plastic that’s laminated over my mouth gag only allows a controlled amount of air to pass through and if I can’t breathe faster it makes me dizzy and I pass out. Usually it’s an incredible sensation as you are lost in some erotic near asphyxiation as your orgasm sends you off into pure bliss. It consumes me completely and I am forced to relax, let go, and surrender to my sexual captivity.

            This used to happened a lot to all of us the first month or so that we were captured. Getting used to being in complete lamination bondage took some time. Most of us soldiers would struggle and fight it and try and break free. Only to learn that the more we tried to struggle the more energy we needed. Then our heart rates would speed up and then we needed more air, but all that would happen was the lack of fast incoming air caused us all to get dizzy and weak and then we would just pass out. Often time it was like a self educed Auto-erotic asphyxiation. We eventually learned that there was nothing we could do to escape.

            Oh man is he good! Langley really knows how to please my body; he makes every inch of my form feel like I am on fire. Oh man and I think another wave is coming up… Hold on a moment I can’t think, I am getting too dizzy to continue… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

            Wow, that was fucking awesome! It’s moments like that, that make me never want to be rescued at all! Langley is the best! He knows how to time it with the waves. I swear if I ever get my turn at being the guard again I am really going to ravage his laminated body, but like I said, I think something is wrong in the system, usually we rotate and every so many years we all get a turn at being guards.

            So that is why I think something is wrong. I think the war must be over, they have not brought in any new soldiers in a long while, and the Aliens have not initiated a guard patrol change in a long time.

            So who ever gets this message please respond some how, let me know what’s going on out there. Even if this is just some rubber website, talk to me, I can get so board at times, just hanging about inside this plastic vacuumed prison.

            Though I must admit, the sex and the orgasms are beyond anything I experienced back on earth. And the waves keep us all energized, and alive and the weekly bath dips are pretty intense, especially sense the guards have to polish our bodies all over after each dip. That’s pretty erotic, I always get off on that and I know the guards do to. I can see their sealed erections spilling white cum into their penile tubes. It collects there and once a day they have to lock their exit tubes onto one of the main terminals and have all of their collected cum vacuum sucked out. That’s a pretty wild experience but like I said it’s been a long time since there’s been a guard patrol change so I haven’t felt that in a while.

            But man there are so many erotic things that happen to us here in our semi-suspended and completely laminated state that I could write a book on it. Most of it all boils down to some wild orgasm, that’s why I think they are collecting our sperm because they seem to want us to cum a lot, several times a day, in fact. But where is all this sperm going?

            Any way please let the proper authorities know of our situation and if you can’t get through, well then at least it’s nice to know that someone back home on earth knows that we still exist out here. One reason for the government’s lack of response could be that so few people know about our Special Forces team and the fact that the aliens do exist!

            I shall try and connect with you again if I don’t get any response from you or anyone. If they don’t believe you then perhaps I should start from the beginning of my story of how I got here in the first place. Until then, thanks for you understanding and for believing me, and if the aliens do take over Earth then I am truly sorry for you, especially the males because I have a feeling you will all soon end up like me, but then again it’s not so bad an existence. The orgasms are to die for… and man, officer Langley is so fucking good at making you feel incredible all over, and of course endlessly lusting after Sergeant Roberts’s hot laminated bubble butt in front of me is almost worth it!

 Bye for now.

            This is Officer Jason Michelson of the US Army Special Forces team number RST99873100 signing off.

Please send comments to: robert_sanfratello@yahoo.com or rsanfratello (at) cox (dot) net