Super Latex Saga II: One Small Step

A collaborative effort by CrypticCollaborator and delta7447

Thanks to Akane, anonymous-69, and OmniScribbler for beta reading, and to Bloom and Jackie for additional contributions

 

A couple days later, I met with Helena again at that same coffee shop. She was clad in Super Latex gloves up to her shoulders and boots up to her upper thighs. I was starting to appreciate the Super Latex aesthetic but I kept that thought to myself as best I could.

Helena was undeniably excited to show off her new rewards. “Okay okay! Katie, see that coffee cup over there?”

“The one that guy left behind a moment ago?”

“Watch it carefully.” As I turned to look at the cup, it shot through the air and into her hand.

“Very impressive, Helena,” I said, trying my best to put on a calm appearance. Truth be told, I hadn’t stopped thinking about Super Latex since Helena first introduced it to me. I leaned in closer, just so that the intoxicating smell could wash over me a little bit faster.

Helena grinned. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool! They also make me super strong! Oh, and what do you think--how do they look on me?”

“They look great on you,” I replied. “I think it would be useful if we head over to the facility and give you a proper space to demonstrate these powers.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Helena chirped. “I really like this coffee shop--wouldn’t want to accidentally wipe it off the map!”

We climbed into my black SUV and drove to Site 12, on the outskirts of town. If you’re not familiar, Site 12 used to be a biological weapons research facility. The equipment at the facility would help us learn more about the substance.

The facility’s administrator was a real paranoiac. He bought every single protective measure that was on the market: steel vault doors, airlocks, even armed paramilitary operatives at every single corner within and without the compound. I had become familiar with that sort of environment after my time in the FBI. For Helena it must have seemed like something out of a movie, given how much she was “ooh” and “ahh”-ing. Ordinarily a civilian like Helena wouldn’t have been allowed to be within a mile of the facility, let alone inside, but being with me gave her a certain amount of breathing room.

We walked down to the training ground. It used to be a hangar for planes coming into the facility’s hospital before it was repurposed into a split shooting range and training course. The rusty steel and concrete structure extended nearly 80 feet up in the air. We were alone.

“Okay, Helena. I want to see what you can do. Here’s a punching bag. I want you to hit it as hard as you can.”

Helena looked hesitant. “As hard as I can? What if I break it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I replied. “It’s not like we don’t have other punching bags here.”

“Um... alright.” She approached the punching bag, readied a punch, swung... and sent the bag flying into the wall behind it, putting cracks in the concrete.

I was astonished. “Whoa...”

“Yeah! I’m pretty great, huh?” Helena boasted, leaning confidently on the wall next to the cracks. It suddenly cracked further. Startled, she jumped back.

“I think you need better control over those gloves. We have to remember that we’re dealing with something very dangerous here, not just a toy. I mean, you have lingerie that makes you unkillable, but the rest of us don’t.”

“Right, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“To be clear, I’m not blaming you for this or anything. We just need to be careful. This was our wake-up call. Do you know anything else about the capabilities of these Super Latex gloves?”

“I think they have one other function, but I’m not--”

At that instant, a beam of blinding emerald green light shot from her palms towards the pile of sand and rubble next to her. I instinctively hit the ground and covered my head, as another beam shot too close for comfort.

“Katie, help!” Helena shrieked over the crackling roar of the beams, “I don’t know how to turn them off!”

“Put your hands together!”

“What?”

“You’re super strong and indestructible! If you put your hands together, that should contain it!”

Seconds passed. I couldn’t really tell what was happening. The sound of the beams subsided, but a smell like ozone lingered.

Helena’s voice was much calmer when she spoke again. “K-Katie... I think it worked.” 

I peeked up from the ground and saw Helena pressing her hands together. She was visibly shaking, either from nervousness or the strain of containing the incredible power of the gloves. Despite her best effort, I could still see green light radiating from between her clasped hands. 

“Okay... let’s try and figure out how to stop these beams,” I said calmly. “There’s no controls on those things, and it doesn’t have to do with your gestures, so I suspect it has something to do with your emotional state. I need you to calm down, Helena.”

“Right, I know... I... Katie, I’m scared. I have no idea what these beams are capable of! Wh-what if I kill someone? What if I kill you?”

“Don’t think like that,” I replied. “Believe me, I’m terrified right now. But the only way I can think of to get through this is if you calm down.”

“I don’t know if I can...”

“Of course you can! The Goddess wouldn’t have given you these amazing powers if she didn’t think you could handle them, right?”

“That... that’s a good point.” 

Helena closed her eyes, and took a couple deep breaths. With each breath, the green glow and crackling sounds became less and less intense, until finally all was still. Helena cautiously pried apart her fingers, and saw that the perfectly smooth latex surface wasn’t even singed by the intense energy.

“Are you alright? That looked like a lot of power you were shooting into yourself.”

Helena rubbed her face with her latex-clad fingers and sighed.

“It was... wow. It actually felt really good! I was just panicking too much to enjoy it.”

With a sigh of relief and a weak smile, I joked, “I don’t think I have the stomach to see what the boots do.”

Helena chuckled and said, “I think they just make you run fast.”

“Uh, Helena?”

“Hm?”

“You’re floating...” I glanced down at her feet. “Something like six inches off the floor.”

“Hm? I am?” Her gaze turned towards the floor. “I am! How, though?”

“The boots, perchance?”

“Um... maybe?” She adjusted the angle that her heeled boots pointed, which gently pushed her in the corresponding direction.

“It strikes me as odd,” I commented, “that you aren’t told anything about how these insane latex articles work or what they do.”

Helena chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry. I think The Goddess may prefer her harem members figure out their Super Latex for themselves, instead of just telling us everything.”

I sighed in exasperation. “It would’ve helped if she just left you a user manual. Would’ve saved us from a world of stress.”

“Yeah, but it’s more fun this way!” My unamused expression motivated her to hastily add, “I-in theory, at least.”

Helena was starting to get the hang of levitation. With a breath of nervousness, she pushed off the ground and flipped in midair so that it looked like she was walking on the ceiling. 

“Hey, check this out! This is really fun, actually!” Helena said as she took a couple tentative steps on the ceiling. She started to jog, and then run, and then she suddenly started moving so fast that she became a blur. She flitted from wall to wall, jumping over hanging lighting fixtures. Finally, she jumped down from the ceiling and landed gracefully on her feet, despite the obnoxiously high heels of the boots. 

Helena giggled and asked, “Hey Katie, do you want to try these out?”

All of my common sense told me no, but my rising curiosity and more than a little bit of lust got the better of me.

“Okay, but just this once,” I replied.

Helena leaned down and carefully took off the boots. She bit her lower lip as she did so, as if the sensation of peeling off the Super Latex was overwhelming her. She had to pause before she took off the other boot. She was panting breathlessly once she was done.

She turned to me with a smile and moaned, “FUCK, that makes me so horny!”

“Just taking them off?”

“Oh, Katie, you’d be surprised!” she chirped as she handed me the boots.

“I’m starting to regret this,” I muttered, kicking off my steel-toed leather boots and thick socks.

Just like that, I understood how Helena felt just taking these things off. I don’t even know where to begin describing the incredible experience of just putting the things on.

The instant my fingers touched the Super Latex, that same electrifying sensations ran up and down my very being. I took a couple deep breaths to keep myself from cumming, and then carefully and deliberately started to put the boots on. I had assumed the harsh angle the heel pushed the wearer’s foot up into would make the experience uncomfortable or even painful, but it was quite the opposite. The Super Latex seemed to cling to my skin as if it needed to touch me as much as I needed to touch it. As I pulled the slick surface up my long legs, wave after wave of horny thoughts filled my head. As my foot finally reached the sole of the boots, I came. 

That orgasm. Good god, that orgasm. I swear, it was basically a religious experience. I fell over. My body turned to jelly, my brain to mush. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. For those impossibly long moments, I forgot who I was. All that was left of me was raw supernatural ecstasy.

Dazed, I finally lifted myself up from the puddle I had made on the floor and looked up to Helena, who looked quite amused.

“Yeah, it’s really something, huh? I know you feel like you can’t take any more, but take it from me--in five minutes max, you’ll be begging for another one of those.”

“I can certainly believe that,” I moaned. “God, I feel so amazing... And-- and I’m supposed to fly in this state? Under my own power, of all things?”

“Well, you have to get a feel for it, but otherwise, yeah.”

“That easy, huh? In all seriousness, I could break my spine if I suddenly start hurdling the wrong way or lose propulsion or whatever.”

Helena shrugged and giggled. “Whatever happens, happens! Just focus on levitating for now.”

I did so, putting my disciplined mind to work, to keep myself focused despite the enormous pleasure coursing through me. I tried my best to stand, but I immediately collapsed to the floor again. 

“Here, let me help you,” Helena said, picking me up with one arm. Her Super Latex-enhanced strength made the feat effortless for her. 

I was about to thank Helena for lending a hand, but then, out of the blue, she tossed me several feet into the air! I screamed, but right before I started to descend, I felt myself slowing to a halt. I was levitating four feet in the air. If there was ground beneath me, I would be flat on my face.

“Whoa, I think you’ve figured out how to fly!” 

“Y-yeah! Wow, this is amazing!” I yelled down to her, doing swimming motions in the air to propel myself, as if I was floating underwater. Thinking back to 90s superhero cartoons, I put my arms in front of me. Immediately, I began to soar through the air like I really was a superhero. I laughed as I felt the wind in my hair. I managed a couple somersaults and was about to try a loop-de-loop, but I slipped somehow and began hurtling towards the floor. I was near the 80-feet-high ceiling at that moment. Needless to say, I was in trouble.

I was honestly ready to accept my fate. Death at the hands of weird alien boots that played hell with my nervous system and gravity’s pull on me wasn’t the way I had anticipated going out, but what could I do about it? I barely knew how to operate these boots. I had them on for about ten minutes.

Well, I don’t really know if I would’ve died from a fall of that height, in part because Helena leaped up and caught me with ineffable grace. She held me like a princess, descending slowly and gracefully, like a falling leaf.

She smiled at me and said, “Going down?”

I stared at her in awe for a long moment before a rather inelegant laugh emerged from within my throat. I’m honestly not sure why it was funny, but at the time, it certainly was hilarious.

I forgot how lovely it was to be... close... with Helena. Her sense of adventure, her drive. When I was with her, I used to think that I couldn't keep up with the breakneck pace of her life, but after that moment, I felt differently. 

I wanted to be hers again.

I know that these impromptu, supernatural date nights probably seem irrelevant to what happened to Site 12 and the threat to the entire world. Let me reassure you that it has everything to do with it. I ask that you be patient. My next letter will explain more.

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