From LabRat@i-link.net Wed May 22 18:37:55 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Rubber/Dungeon Story - Latex.13 (13/17)
From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 20:37:55 -0500

I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.


                              Adventures in Rubber
                                      by
                                  Dr. Hevea

                                    Part 13

 "I have something very special in mind for you, dear," muttered Mr. Dodds,
as he unlocked Mandy's door.  For a moment, he stared appreciatively at 
Mandy's rubber-covered form, held immobile by the dozens of straps stretched
out from her legs, arms, head, and torso.  He watched in silent appreciation 
as she shifted slightly, trying to relieve the strain in her limbs and waist
induced by the fiendish bondage suit.  A faint moan issued from the thick 
red rubber helmet. 
 
 Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door opening.
She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured waist had turned 
numb hours ago.  Actually, she had found the whole affair so far to have been 
rather pleasant, for although she might be dominant and tough on her lover 
and slave, Flora, she became positively week-kneed when faced with Mr. 
Dodds' handsome face and perfect etiquette.  Despite his gentlemanly manners,
he was the creator of the most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy 
had ever experienced. 

 She felt disoriented, almost weightless, as indeed she might, with her 
limbs, torso, and head evenly but firmly suspended from the bed rails.  She 
shifted slightly, a gobbet of warm KY jelly squelching between her crotch.  
Despite herself, she let out a soft moan in delight. 

Dodds smiled as he pulled the massager onto his hand.  He moved towards 
Mandy's immobile form...

 Without warning, Mandy suddenly felt a firm pressure on her crotch, followed
immediately by waves of powerful vibrations.  She writhed in new arousal,
pushing her mound into the vibrations.  She felt the warm throbbing build 
within her, letting out a small squeal as she approached her orgasm.  As 
suddenly as they had started, the vibrations ceased, and despite her efforts
to complete it, she couldn't quite climax.  She whined with frustration, all
pretenses of pride destroyed.

 Dodds smiled.  "I see you are still enjoying yourself," he said loudly, so 
that she might hear him within the tight fitting helmets.  

"I don't know about you, love," he continued, "but I am ready for a change."
He began untying the straps suspending her over the bed.  
"I hope you have plenty of energy left," he added, "you're going to need it."

 When he had her down from her elevated position, he freed her arms and legs 
of straps, and stood her upright.  Shortly, he had stretched a strap from the 
top of her helmet to the top rail of the bed, forcing her to stand straight.

 Finally, to Mandy's relief, she felt him unlacing the heavy bondage suit.  
As the corset laces came loose, she let out a sigh, and breathed deeply, her 
aching waist quivering as unused muscles returned to life.  If not for the 
strap holding her up by the head, she might have collapsed, so weak was her 
waist and back.  She felt wobbly, as if her torso itself were made of 
rubber.  Soon she felt the heavy suit being stripped away, and then to her
delight, hands massaging her breasts through the thin latex of her inner suit.  

 Damn, that feels good! she thought.  She couldn't stand it any longer- she 
had to have him.  She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no longer caring 
what he did to her, or how desperate she looked, only wanting to be 
satisfied.  Alas, it was not to be.  He stepped back from her.  She could not
move forward without strangling herself within the tight helmet.
 Then light blinded her as the suit's hood was unlaced and removed.

 Dodds had pulled out a small pair of scissors and was snipping away at the 
rubber tape covering the rear zipper of the second suit.  In a minute he had 
it uncovered, and the remnants of glue and tape peeled away.  He unzipped 
this too, and let it fall to the floor, her collected sweat streaming down 
her body.

 She gazed in silence at this incredible man, who could turn her pride and
temerity to jelly with a glance. 

 He smiled again. "How do you like my visit so far?" he enquired.

 "Not bad... But you know, you're going to make it damn hard for me to play
the domineering bitch, after being mistreated like this!  Every time we meet, 
it ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you dream up new, er, 
torments for me.  I really wish you'd call before dropping in.  And you might
at least have asked my permission to top my slaves first."
 
 "Ah yes, well," Dodds replied, "I am not in the habit of asking permission
of my slaves for anything.  And you know I couldn't have had nearly as much
fun if I'd given you fair warning.  Besides, I called last time, remember?"

"Sure, you called to order me over to England!  By the time I got back, 
Flora was nearly out of her head wondering whether I was coming home.  Say,
what have you done with the others?  You know I'm going to have a hell of 
a time handling Jason after this stunt of yours."

 "Now don't worry, love, I've thought of everything.  First of all, they
have their own problems to think about right now, I wouldn't worry about
them.  And secondly.... secondly, WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME, SLAVE?!" 
He grinned slightly as she cowered at his feet.  "Get into the shower, you 
smell like a locker-room!" 

 She scooted, smiling very slightly to herself.  Truth to tell, she was a 
bit whiff, having sweated out untold hours tightly bound and laced down, 
and rubber body suits were not known for their breathability.  She was 
grateful for the chance to get clean.  She spent almost a half hour under 
the steaming water, luxuriating in the needle spray and wishing she had a
shower massager, that she might relieve the sexual tension she had built up
over the last few hours.  She seriously considered masturbating only for a 
moment though, for she knew Dodds could walk in at any moment, and he would 
be furious if he caught her.  He preferred his slaves to get their 
stimulation from whatever "torture" he dreamed up... to rely upon him for 
release.

She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those 
unexpected vibrations.  She assumed that Dodds would be putting another 
all-enclosing outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his 
particular fetish this year.  So she dried herself even more thoroughly and,
after powdering herself all over with talcum, she exited the bathroom. 
Like a butterfly from it's chrysalis, she thought. 

 Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however.  He did smile
appreciatively, even licked his lips suggestively, but he said nothing,
just waved her towards him where he sat on the bed next to yet another pile 
of garments and gear.  He held something up.  It was a large plastic butt
plug, hollow,  with big holes in it.  It had a largish hose attached.  From
her experience, Mandy thought that the hose was too large, it looked like it
would allow an awfully fast flow.  It was obvious what his intentions were, 
so she bent over obediently.  When she was suitably plugged, he motioned for 
her to sit down on the bed.  She did, with a little groan.
  He remained silent as she sat down next to the pile, and with a grin and a 
little flourish, he produced two small foam ear plugs from his breast 
pocket.  Under his watchful eye, she inserted them carefully into her ears. 
Her eyes grew just a little wide as her world became silent and she tried to 
imagine what new ideas he had in store for her.  She hoped he would finally
allow her to come.

 "Get into that."  He said it loudly, so that she might hear through the ear
plugs.  He pointed at a black pile of rubber on the bed.  She picked it up.  
She recognized it as her own.  It was her thickest suit, custom-fitted to her
measurements, made from two laminated layers of heavy weight latex, making 
it nearly an eighth-inch thick.  She had only worn it on a few occasions;
while motorcycling, or when walking outside in wet weather, and once in the
summer sun when she had felt particularly masochistic.  It was ideal for 
keeping dry, as it had attached feet, heavy gloves, an open-faced hood and 
a watertight zipper like those used in diver's suits.  It was also the devil 
to put on, since it fit skin-tight, and the thick rubber didn't stretch 
easily.  As she handled it however, she felt something different about it. 
Closer examination revealed that apparently, Mr. Dodds had made extensive
modifications to it.

 "How could you?" Mandy scolded.  "This suit cost me over a thousand 
dollars!  Just because you own half a dozen companies, and can afford what
ever exotic gear you like doesn't mean I can!   I expect you...MMPh!"

Mr. Dodds had shoved the toe of a patent leather shoe in her mouth to shut
her up.  "Now you listen to me, you little minx!" he said.  "I have gone to
considerable trouble and expense to bring this little circus to you, and 
I expect you to show the proper gratitude!  As for your precious suit, it
isn't as if it were the only one you have.  Maybe Kris Kringle will bring
you a better one this Christmas, but only if you're a very good girl."
 He knew she hated to be called a girl.
"Now why don't you save your tongue for what it is best at," he added, "and
look over my work- you may find that wearing this suit will be quite 
pleasurable."

 Mandy stared sullenly over the high-heeled shoe filling her mouth at the 
strange suit in her lap.

 There were now many small rubber bumps lining the molded breast cups. 
Stranger yet, the breast cups were now huge rounded cones, hard and heavy to 
the touch, and each had a small jack connector at the tip, like chrome 
nipples. 
 The seat of the suit had also been heavily modified.  There was a thick 
dildo at the front of the crotch, with numerous little rubber fingers above 
it.  To the rear of the dildo was a reinforced hole in the crotch.
 The front of the crotch had another large, hard, and weighty addition molded
on, shaped roughly like an athletic cup.  On the outside, it looked like her 
natural mons, but greatly exaggerated.  It too, had a jack connector in 
the front. 

 Her favorite had been made into a "grope suit", and a severe-looking one at 
that.  She stared at Mr. Dodds with renewed respect, and some trepidation.
 
 "Well? What are you staring at?  Get into it!" he admonished.

 She knew it could not be put on without lubrication, and Dodds must have 
realized this, as he handed her a large jug of viscous fluid.  "Here, this 
is better than wasting a dozen tubes of KY.  It's the same silicone stuff 
I sent you, so it won't hurt the rubber."

 She poured a third of the thick, slimy liquid inside, and smoothed it into 
every cranny of the suit.  Then she liberally greased her body with more of 
it, revelling in the sexual feelings it aroused as she caressed her slippery 
body.  The greasy goo felt warm when spread on the skin, like expensive 
massage oil.  Almost eagerly, she began to put on the suit.
 Dodds indicated that she should thread the hose from her butt plug through
the hole in the crotch of the suit.  There was a plastic ring on the hose
that stopped the hose from coming any further out, and left several inches
of slack inside the suit.

 With her body so well-greased, it took no time at all before she had the 
thick suit pulled up to her neck, then she looked enquiringly at Mr. Dodds 
for help.  He helped pull the arms and gloves on, then zipped the back up to 
her shoulder blades.  Apparently unsatisfied with her lube job, he pulled out 
the neck, and added the rest of the jug of greasy fluid, which she thought at
first was overkill, until she realized that Dodds never did anything without
a good reason.  She shuddered as she felt it slowly slither down her back, 
the tight suit spreading it out across her skin.  He dribbled the last bit 
on her head, rubbing it into her hair, and over her face and neck.

 Finally, he removed the shoe from her mouth.
  
"Open wide," he said, holding up an atomizer.  She did as she was told, 
hoping that whatever he had in mind didn't taste too bad.  The cool spray 
was bitter, and made her mouth and tongue numb.

"Now swallow," he added.  She swallowed.  He repeated the process twice more.
It didn't suprise her when he stuffed something else into her mouth.  It was 
some kind of form-fitting gag made of plastic, that kept her mouth open 
slightly, yet her teeth fit into it, and when it was seated, it was quite 
comfortable.  With her tongue, she could feel a large hole though it.
  
Mr. Dodds was holding the open hood of the suit in front of her face.

 About the time she realized that something was very different about that 
hood, he quickly pulled it over her head, and zipped the suit the rest of the 
way, up the back of the hood. 
 He's changed the hood! she thought.  She knew he was perfectly capable of 
it, for he was a first-rate rubber craftsman; he had even started his own 
company to make rubber goods for other kinky folk. 

 She realized now that he had removed the suit's original open-faced hood, 
and replaced it with a totally enclosed helmet of the same thickness.  This 
one had soft pads over the eyes and ears, and what felt like a surgical-
style oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose.  She was certain, though, 
that any surgeon would have been horified at the use this one was being put 
to.  The zipper had pulled the hood tight, pressing the pads into her eyes 
and ears, and she knew she would be totally deaf until he removed it.

 The face portion, as well, was brought tightly against her lips, revealing 
that a good-sized hole had been left at the mouth of the helmet.
 Knowing Mr. Dodds, she was certain it wouldn't stay unplugged.

 "Now comes the difficult part, I'm afraid," she heard faintly.  He must have
been shouting, so that she could hear him through the thick helmet and ear 
plugs.  She felt something small and soft intruding in her mouth.

 "Swallow this," she heard.

Oh, no, she thought.  God damn it, not this.  Please, I'll throw up!  

 The soft thing pressed against the back of her throat.  Whatever it was, it
wasn't very big.  Shit, she thought, a stomach tube?!  She could only feel
it as a faintly detectable pressure, so numb was her mouth and throat.
Okay, remain calm, she told herself.  He's obviously anesthetized your 
throat, you should be able to do this.  It won't be much worse than  
deep throating George.  She chewed on the end of the soft rubber tube for a
second, salivating a little, hoping to fool her stomach that she was just
swallowing food, like a long piece of spaghetti.

 She really had no choice, she realized, since he could force the hose 
through her gag until she choked on it if he really wanted to.  Eventually, 
to her suprise, she managed to swallow the end of the tube without even 
retching.

 Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat.  It felt obscene,
an intrusion into her body where such things didn't belong.

 Dodds watched the slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into her
mask.  When a taped mark on the tube reached the mask, he slid a metal 
coupling along the tube until it seated in the mouth hole, sealing the 
junction.
 
 The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting. 
All that was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the 
breathing tube, and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the oxygen 
mask swelled and sealed against her face.

  Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him 
guide her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the hall.  
 She was surprised he hadn't put boots or shoes on her, he usually considered
some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his outfits. 
 
 As she moved, she delighted to feel her suit sliding around her.  The excess 
oil was too thick and light weight to slosh, but the suit was somewhat loose 
on her body, sliding over her skin very sensually as she walked toward the 
elevator.  She revelled in her aroused state, deliberately swaying her hips
and lengthening her stride.  She was rewarded with many little caresses 
within her suit.  She felt the big rod macking in the grease, and the little
bumps rubbing across her nipples, grabbing at her labia and searching for 
her clitoris.

 Her heart thumped excitedly as they entered the elevator cage and she 
wondered what further devious ideas Dodds had in store.  The sexual feelings 
she had just experienced were so strong, she knew it would not take much 
more before she got off.  They dropped like a stone to the ground floor, then 
took the stairs to the basement.
 
 The small amount of exercise thus far had already turned her suit into a 
mild sauna, the silicone lubricant warming slowly to her body temperature.
She certainly couldn't feel the slight chill of the basement.  At the foot of
the stairs, they turned right, cueing her that they had headed into the room 
she often used for enemas or other watersports, as it had a sink and a floor 
drain.  She had begun to feel heavy and fuzzy-headed, and she wondered what 
drug Dodds had given her this time. 

Shortly she was forcibly lowered to the floor, and she felt Dodds' hands 
brush her side as he did something around her body.  She shivered, her sense
of touch overly sensitive due to her isolated state.  Before long though,
she was standing again, only to find herself being walked over to, and 
strapped into, the upright rack she had built herself.

 Dodds smiled grimly as he switched on the light.  He paused inside the door,
gazing around the room in anticipation.  The spraying equipment stood ready
in one corner of the room, the respirator in another.  To one side stood 
Mandy's circular bondage board, a motorized, padded wooden slab to which a 
slave could be fastened and rotated.  He had already prepared the table on 
which he would mount his specimen: in the middle of the floor sat a large 
platform, tilted on bearings, like a giant see-saw.  A shaft connected under
one side disappeared into a large machine on the floor.  The panel was 
nothing more than a full sheet of 1" plywood, over which he had laminated a 
thick black rubber sheet with latex cement.  He lay Mandy back upon the 
table, then carefully chalked her outline on it.

 This done, he manhandled her over to her standing bondage rack and strapped
her up to it.  For a moment, he admired her exquisite shape.  
Although she certainly didn't have the body of a Cosmo cover girl, the 
shiny black latex covering her body made her, in Mr. Dodds eyes, the ideal
woman.  Each curve of her body, the long, muscular legs, her ample hips, 
was made silky-smooth by the wonderful material.  If she didn't have the 
more classic beach beauty figure that Flora sported, it was of no matter,
he preferred his women to look like WOMEN, not girls.

 The additions to the suit gave her a sexier, postmodern look.  The huge, 
rounded cones of her breasts jutting straight out, and the mounded cleft 
between her legs, emphasized her female shape to the point of caricature.  
She might be a modern store-window mannequin, Dodds thought, but one that 
few window dressers would dare display. 

 With a sigh, he returned to his work.  He got out a large tin of latex glue 
and carefully painted-in Mandy's outline upon the slab.  While it dried, 
he examined  a set of hoses and fittings attached to the equipment in the 
corner, handling them lovingly. 
 "Ever since I watched your slave Flora suffer this at your hands, I've 
longed to try it out on you," Dodds announced softly.  

Apparently the ear plugs, covered by the helmet's thick pads, prevented her 
from hearing, for she gave no sign.
 
 When the glue had dried, Dodds guided her backward to the edge of the slab,
positioning her feet with care.  He opened his glue can again, and coated 
the entire back of her suit with the latex cement.  When he was satisfied 
with the job, he stood astride her body, and after threading her enema tube 
through a small hole, slowly leaned her back onto the slab.  
 Moving with care, he firmly pressed each portion of her body against the 
layer of glue, permanently bonding her suit to the slab.  A few more touches 
of glue cemented her arms, hands, even each finger down to the rigid
platform. 
 
 For a few moments, he left the room.  The distant sound of a car door 
slamming was heard...
 
...but within her rubber prison, Mandy heard nothing.  She squirmed a bit,
marvelling at the wholly pleasant sensation of being enveloped in a warm and
slippery womb.  The dildo pushed in a bit as she moved, and she tried to 
encourage it.  She found that she could shift a few inches within the thick 
rubber suit.  This also had the pleasant effect of massaging her breasts 
within their cups.  It felt delicious, but it wasn't quite enough.
 While she waited for the next addition to her adventure, she tried to rise
up, knowing it would annoy Dodds, but her suit seemed to be glued to the
table.

 Dodds returned, carrying a large metal box equipped with several buttons 
and knobs, and a lamp cord, which he plugged into the wall.  A coiled lead 
was plugged into the jack at her crotch and another to each breast-cup.  
The other end of each lead he connected to the control box which he set on 
the floor.  The hose from her rear he connected to a bulging enema bag, which
he hung on one of the hooks of the bondage wheel.

 His last task  was to wheel over Mandy's portable respirator unit, a 
device she used with some of her more outlandish bondage ideas.  It was 
intended as a safeguard, supplying life-giving air to a slave in complicated 
or severe bondage.  She had added cylinders of nitrous oxide and oxygen to 
spice up the air being sent to a slave.  She had used it more than once to
knock out Flora, then awaken her later, stuck in some new and bizarre 
bondage situation.

 Dodds connected the respirator hose to the fitting at Mandy's mouth, and 
the stomach tube to another enema bag on a stand.  At last, with a flick of 
the switch, the little unit started with a hum, pumping with an alternating 
hiss. 
 
 Dodds walked back to her supine form and experimentally wiggled each of the
plugs where they were attached to those outlandish looking breasts.  The 
anonymous but shapely figure within moaned with delight ( or frustration ), 
but did not move visibly.  He looked over the connections at her mouth, the 
air hose, the seal of the stomach tube, the tubing from her rear.  Satisfied 
that all was as it should be, he began to spread old newspapers around her 
rigid form and the panel. 
 This done, he wheeled over the other equipment dolly that had stood waiting 
in the corner for this very moment...

                                                  ...to be continued


From LabRat@i-link.net Wed May 22 18:39:19 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Rubber/Dungeon Story - Latex.14 (14/17)
From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 20:39:19 -0500

I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

 
                             Adventures in Rubber
                                      by
                                   Dr. Hevea

                                    Part 14


 Mr. Dodds pulled out of his pocket a small vial, and opening it, 
dropped several large pink and blue capsules onto his palm.  "I hope you 
enjoy this my love," he muttered under his breath, "it was a deal of trouble
getting these." 

He opened each capsule and poured the contents into the funnel at the end 
of Mandy's stomach-tube.  This done, he picked up the plastic pitcher he had
brought downstairs.  He poured the thick liquid into the funnel. 

 "Carnation's best, my love, bon apetite!," he said, though he knew she 
could hear nothing.  As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile 
upon the slab, her stomach moving visibly. 

"She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered.

 Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its
connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer.

 The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side 
appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor 
modifications to the spray-gun.  It was a contractor type, with one hose 
to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket.  In this 
case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read:
         
             ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound 
                 --> ask for it by name <-- 

 After listening to Mandy's breathing and looking over various fittings once 
more, he went to work.  He turned on the compressor and donned a filtered 
respirator to protect himself from the spray.  Soon, a smooth coating of 
latex rubber began to build up on the statuesque female form stuck to the 
slab.  It covered everything: the blindfold, the mouth fitting and the seams 
of her suit, with a glossy black shine.

 When he had a smooth coat applied, he waited several minutes for the 
volatile carrier to evaporate.  He knelt down, running his hands over the 
now-dry coating.  It was a perfect coating of rubber, smooth and flexible, 
and it partially glazed over all the little seams and imperfections, creating 
a seamless glossy covering.  The chest of his sculpture rose and fell as the 
living woman inside breathed slowly and deeply, at the insistence of the 
respirator whirring in the corner.  He stepped back and began the next coat.

 In her rubber confinement, Mandy was slowly cooling off from the exercise 
of coming downstairs.  She was amazed at how rigidly Mr. Dodds had managed 
to fasten her down.  She decided that he must have actually glued her suit
to something.  He definitely gets to buy me a few new suits, she told 
herself. 

 After a while, she felt a pressure building in her stomach.  He must be 
feeding me something, she thought.  This is silly- why couldn't he have fed 
it to me before I suited up.  Unless... unless it's something he thinks I 
wouldn't normally eat, but that's dumb- he's seen me eat raw oysters, what
could be worse than that?  Ugh, I don't want to think about that, I have too
colorful an imagination.

 Then she remembered the over-size enema tube and plug.
  
 Shit! she thought, what if he's planning on leaving me in this thing for...
god, how long COULD he leave me in here?  He didn't catheterize me- I hope
he knows what he's doing... damn, what if I have to piss?

 The tube in her gullet soon became warm, and her stomach protested slightly 
as it became full.  I really hope it's nothing nasty, she thought, god knows
what he's thought of this time.  Whatever it was, it kept coming, and soon 
her stomach was becoming uncomfortably full. 
 By the time the flow into her stomach had stopped, she felt positively
bloated, as if she had overindulged at Thanksgiving dinner.

 Presently, she felt a slight chill through the suit.  Perhaps he was
washing her, she thought.  A little later, she felt it again, but not as 
strongly.  She noticed, after a while, that her confinement seemed slightly 
stiffer.  She couldn't move much, but she could flex her stomach muscles, 
and wriggle a little, so she did, the slimy oil inside her suit squelching 
past her crotch as she did so. 
 She shuddered as the little warts inside the breast cups stimulated her 
nipples.

 She was certain now.  Her suit was definitely much stiffer.  She could feel 
some resistance to her breathing, but the mask and breathe-through gag pumped 
air steadily, filling her lungs and emptying them, so she had no anxiety about
being able to breathe.

 Nonetheless, a little thrill ran through her, as she wondered what Dodds 
could be doing.  She had no idea how long he would leave her in this helpless
condition, but she was certain he wouldn't let her get bored.  All she could
do was wait.  She felt a little wave of internal heat run through her. 
 Damn, but she was horny.

 Mr. Dodds was delighted to find the latex coatings drying faster than he 
had expected.  He was up to the fourth coat now, and Mandy's form was now a 
permanent part of the rubber-covered slab, joining with it smoothly where 
she lay upon it.  The thick layer of rubber made a smooth, continuous armor
coating over her suit.  When the fifth coat was applied, he shut off the 
compresser, pushing the equipment back into the corner.
 
 Once more he checked Mandy's breathing, and briefly grabbed her crotch and
squeezed gently.  A very faint moan issued from within the rubber sculpture. 
He left the room.
 
 For quite a while, the room was quiet, except for the even pumping of the 
respirator, and the sighing of air through the hoses.
 Then Mr. Dodds returned, leading in the bewildered pair of "Flora" and 
"Jason", though neither could say now for certain who was which.

 When the slab with the strange woman-shape came into view, they both 
stopped and stared.  A long, waist-high table of glossy black material 
supported a female statue made from the same ebon substance.  Her form was 
exquisite, if of unlikely proportions.  Huge conical breasts jutted up from 
the supine figure, and an oversized mons bulged between her legs.
 The sculpture's form flowed smoothly into the table, showing no seam or 
sign of fastening.
 
 The table was obviously designed to tilt, being supported by an axle at the
center, and having a single rod-shaped support attached under it, which
disappeared into a large box on the floor.  Small wires ran from the tip of 
each breast, and from her large mound, to another, smaller, box on the 
floor. 
The effect was literally that of an avant-garde sculpture, something from a 
modern art museum perhaps, except that they KNEW someone was inside.

 "Well, my pretty pair, what do you think?  In case you're wondering, there 
really is someone inside that.  It would make a fine piece of art, don't you 
think?  They could put it on permanent display at the Museum of Modern Art 
in New York.  The person inside is quite alright, however, and is probably 
having a hard time keeping calm, as I've taken certain steps to ensure a 
very distracting, yet... pleasurable, stay."

 Flora and Jason looked on in amazement, wondering anew just who was in the
other's costume, and which of them had the misfortune (or was it fortune?) 
to be entombed within the solid rubber statue.  By this time, they'd gotten 
the idea that Mr. Dodds, however kinky, had no desire to cause them harm, 
and besides, they could both see the breathing hoses connected to an 
expensive looking hospital respirator, although only the real Flora knew 
with certainty what it was.  Each of them secretly wished that it was they 
who were trapped in the close confines of the sculpture, and wondered what 
"steps" Dodds had taken to make it "pleasurable" for the sculptee.

 "Enough gawking," announced Dodds, as he clipped "Flora's" armbinder 
to a wall-hook.  "Jason, please get up here."  He was standing next to a 
large hospital-style table with a thin mattress on it, which he patted, as 
he looked pointedly at Flora.
 After Flora did as she was told, Dodds proceeded to fasten "Jasons" 
harness to the rails of the bed, metal clips attaching to the d-rings on 
her harness.  Since there were straps with d-rings every few inches on her 
torso, arms and legs, even her head, it took some time before "Jason" was 
firmly anchored to the bed.
 Mr. Dodds also attached leather straps between "Jasons" legs, and between 
her arms and body.  When these were tightened, she was held rigidly in 
place.

 He released a catch, and the table tilted forward, providing her with a 
splendid view of the rest of the proceedings.  With the gag filling her 
mouth, "Jason" was hardly in a position to complain.  She wondered what 
Mr. Dodds had in mind for the chromed dildo fixed firmly over her mouth. 
She imagined Mandy using something like it on her, and became instantly 
wet with desire.

 While "Jason" squirmed, Mr. Dodds led "Flora" to a small platform with a 
long rod sticking up from it.  Small metal clamps on the platform mated with 
his boots at heel and toe, fastening them rigidly to the floor.  A turn of a 
thumbscrew allowed the telescoping core of the rod to reach up to "Flora's"
ass.  The threaded end was snaked through the hole in the girdle, and mated 
neatly with the socket in the dildo.  With a few turns of Dodd's wrist, the 
rod was secure.  With the rigid steel boots immovable, the rod now impaling 
his bottom, and the stiff corset clamping his waist, "Flora" found it quite
impossible to move, other than with a slight bend at the hips.

 "There!" remarked Mr. Dodds, "I think we are ready for the Grand Exhibit. 
I wanted you to be in a receptive frame of mind for this, to better 
appreciate what you are seeing.  Flora, you ought to find this especially
interesting, in light of your recent ordeal on Mandy's clever little 
treadmill. 
 
 "The person under those layers of rubber is, of course, my occasional slave 
and lover, Mandy.  What you must understand is that Mandy has been my slave 
for quite a few more years than you and she have been together.  She has 
undergone tests of physical endurance that you cannot even imagine.  This 
will be one of the more enjoyable ones.  Perhaps I should explain what I 
have done.
 
 "The sculpture you see before you is composed of a layer of rubber about a
quarter-inch thick.  It completely covers the thick latex suit Mandy has on 
under it.  It also bonds her body quite immovably to the platform beneath 
her.  The suit has been heavily modified.  It is not very tight, and I've
lubricated it inside with about three liters of silicone oil, allowing her 
to move slightly with effort, or if for example,  we were to tilt the 
table.  Heh.

"The suit has little rubber warts lining the breast cups and the crotch area. 
I'm sure you're both aware how sensitive Mandy's nipples are."

 At this, "Jason" squirmed still more within her tight bondage.
 
 "In addition," continued Mr. Dodds, "there's a thick dildo in her lovely 
little quim, and a large enema plug up her rear.  The helmet is equipped 
with an inflated surgical breathing mask, a gag, padded eyes, and padded 
ears.  In addition, her ears are stuffed with foam ear-plugs, so that she 
is completely isolated from sound.  The breathing hose is connected to this 
respirator apparatus so that we may regulate what and how much she breathes.

 "She can see, hear, and smell nothing whatsoever.  She can feel only a 
slight friction if she wriggles within the confines of the suit.  She has 
been in this state for several hours, so by now she will be just a little 
wonky from sensory deprivation.  I'll now supply her with enough 
stimulation to more than make up for it, however."

 So saying, he walked over and flipped the switch on the box below the 
table.  Immediately, it began to hum, and the arm coming out of it began to 
push and pull, tilting the table slowly back and forth, through an arc of 
almost ninety degrees.  

 Mr. Dodds continued his speech.  "I want you both to imagine what sort of 
strong mind it takes to endure the sort of sexual intensity I intend to 
treat her to.  Flora, you can probably best appreciate what she will 
experience, but I assure you, this will be quite a bit more thorough an 
treatment than you received.  Here is another detail of her situation.
 
 "I'm sure you've both noticed the somewhat exaggerated shape of her breasts
and crotch-mound.  These are small but powerful vibrators which have been 
molded into the suit with her, one over each breast and one at the crotch. 
They are plugged into THIS."  He pointed to the control box. "Let's give her 
a small sample, shall we?"
 
 Here he reached down and flicked the switch on the other small box on the
floor.  A small pilot lamp glowed.  They could hear no change over the 
humming from the motor on the floor, nor could they see any movement in the 
strange shape on the slab, other than the rhythmic tilting of the platform, 
but each gave a small shudder as they imagined the feelings that had to be 
coursing through Mandy's helpless body inside.  After a long minute or two, 
Mr. Dodds turned everything off.

                                    -=*=-

 Mandy panicked a little as she felt herself tipping, afraid she was about 
to be dropped on her head, but whatever was moving her, soon swung back the 
other way, and her lubricated body slid down towards her feet.  In a way, 
this was worse, as the fiendish accessories of the rubber suit mindlessly 
made love to her body. 
 As her weight slid down, the rippled dildo gently forced its way into her 
vagina, filling her delightfully.  Since she was swimming in slippery
silicone oil, she was powerless to prevent this, even if she had wanted to. 

 Then too, the little rubber warts lining the breast cups and crotch area
teased her nipples and fondled her clitoris.  She felt the heat rushing to 
her privates and her pulse throbbing in her head.  She moaned with delight.
 Then she was swaying back, slithering tightly into the head and shoulders 
of her rubber prison, the bumps and rods reversing their sensuous motion.

 She realized that for some reason, she was becoming increasingly aroused, 
more sexually aware than she could remember ever having been.  Her attention
had narrowed to include just her skin, her breasts, and her crotch.  He 
must have drugged me again, she thought... something special, although my 
head feels clear.  She tried to think of other things, but all that came to 
mind was a collage of previous sessions, other bizarre treatments she had 
received at Mr. Dodds hands.  

 Her thoughts drifted back to her early days with him, when he had first 
begun her training.  He had made her put on his first gift to her- a custom
made, elegant rubber evening dress, and had taken her out to the latest 
trendy dinner theatre.  Despite the sexual feeling the dress gave her, or 
perhaps because of it, she had been a little embarrassed, an emotion she was
not used to feeling.  Perhaps it was because he had insisted she remain 
naked beneath the dress.  During dinner he had kicked off a shoe and 
masturbated her with his toes beneath the concealing table cloth.  She had 
only barely managed to conceal her climax from the other patrons and the 
ever-attendant waiter.
 Suddenly a new sensation snapped her back to the present.
 
 Powerful vibrations were coursing through her chest and crotch.  Her pelvis
involuntarily tried to arch upwards to meet a non-existent lover, and her 
nipples swelled still further within their cups.  Her breasts felt as if 
they had little motors inside them, the vibrations were so strong. 

 As her slave Flora had often wondered in the past, so now did Mandy: 
"How much more of this am I going to have to take?"  She tried again to let 
her mind wander, but her situation now was entirely too distracting.  She 
let herself go with the motions, and it was with great relief that she felt 
her first orgasm building.  Almost immediately the vibrations, the rocking 
motions ceased. 
 She screamed into the mask, cursing silently, wondering how Dodds could have 
known.  She was blind with lust now, wanting anything, anything at all to 
satisfy her.  She tensed in her rigid rubber prison, trying to rub against her 
suit, to mack up and down a bit on the rods filling her, but to no avail.

 Flora and Jason, even Mr. Dodds, could see nothing of this, and although
Mr. Dodds had a very good idea how excited a state his slave was in, his 
frustrating her imminent climax for the second time that day had been pure
luck.  He smiled, reviewing in his mind what he had in store for his 
slaves.  He walked to the respiration equipment and reached for a valve on 
one of the tanks.
 
 "And now, the piece de resistance..." 
He put on his best "lecturing" smile.  "Maybe I'm getting jaded in my old 
age, but I'm just not satisfied any more with simple mechanical stimulation. 
True, rubber and leather and bondage are wonderful things, but I've been 
experimenting with new ideas. 
 
 "Tonight, Mandy will experience the culmination of two years of 
investigation.  In the past, Mandy's sensuality, her desperate sexual and 
fetish needs have been her strength... she could turn any of my torments to 
her own pleasure.  But never before have I tampered directly with her mind 
as well as with her body.
 "Tonight, rather than discomfort, she will undergo the most intense sexual 
stimulation of her life.  Everything else she has felt this weekend will 
pale by comparison.

 "If she survives with her mind intact, she will have proved herself to be 
the finest slave in my experience, as well as a stern mistress." 

 "I've a few other touches as well.  Half way through my preperations for
this little show, it occurred to me that it would be a waste not to use
her rotating bondage board for something, so I tied her enema bag to it.
 Set to a slow speed, it will alternately empty and fill her bowells,
rather quickly, as the wheel rotates 'round.

 He turned the valve under his hand, then turned the other.  No obvious 
changes occured, and only Dodds could know what reactions might be occuring 
inside the rubber sculpture.

 "Let me explain what I have just done", he continued.  "This tank is full 
of nitrous oxide, or laughing gas.  The other is filled with pure oxygen. 
Automatic timers will switch between the two, alternately clearing her head 
and making her higher than a kite, every ten minutes.
 "The nitrous mixture is set thin enough so that she will merely feel giddy 
and euphoric, rather than too drowsy.  I've done this in the past with 
several other slaves with great success.  It seems to calm them down in 
between climaxes, allowing them to recover just slightly.  But today, I 
intend to outdo myself.  We all know that Mandy is very much multi-orgasmic. 
Now I intend to see just how many climaxes she can survive!
 
 "But wait, there's more, there's more!"  Dodds actually giggled, while 
barely managing to not quite sound like a television commercial.  He was 
really enjoying himself.

"Several months ago, a friend of mine in the medical field heard of a new
anti-depressant drug being tested in Canada.  It's called Chlomipramine.  
It worked, more or less, but patients on whom it was being tested began to 
complain of excessive sex drive, and spontaneous orgasms.  It would seem 
the Canadians have stumbled accross the world's first true aphrodesiac.  
I have tried it myself, and when taken in quantity, it's effects are 
startling. 
"Oh, it's a bit of a stimulant, although it's quite harmless really, but as 
a side effect, it makes one so randy, so impossibly horny, everything else 
takes a back seat until you get satisfaction.  When I first tried it on a 
slave with whom I was out driving, she nearly caused a wreck, she was so 
desperate! 
 "Mandy was given a largish dose about an hour ago.  Its effects will last 
about eight hours.

 "Naturally, we'll try to keep Mandy satisfied, although I rather suspect that
will be difficult.  Hmm.  Well.  Let us begin.  First the table." 

He flicked a switch, and once again, the table began to tilt back and forth.

 "Now, the vibrators," as he set the other toggle, "and the gas."
 He flipped another switch on the respirator equipment.  
"And finally, her enema."

  He twisted a dimmer switch on the wall, and the bondage wheel began to 
rotate slowly, gradually raising the enema bag.

 They all stood transfixed for a moment, no one moving, (though two of them 
would have been hard pressed to move in any case) as they looked on in awe, 
even Mr. Dodds himself, at what he had done.
 
 A bizarre female form, apparently wrought of polished ebony, grew out of a 
solid slab that swung back and forth through almost ninety degrees.  It was 
a female sculpture, although the artist was obviously obsessed with sex, for 
the breasts and mons veneris were exaggerated, huge rounded things, with 
small wire leads trailing from them.  Certainly, the artist could be 
considered avant garde, as the tubing leading to the sculpture's mouth was 
hardly standard on the as-issued female body.  Then too, how did one explain 
the shifting of shape within, as the table tilted, something sliding around 
inside...

 Mandy grunted in surprise as her world began to sway again, and sighed with
relief as she began to slide back and forth, the fiendish fingers and warts,
now old friends, massaging her clitoris and nipples.  The dildo slid firmly
home, filling her, then slid out again as she tilted the other way.
 Suddenly, the vibrations began again, seemingly from inside her breasts
and crotch.  She shouted with joy as incredible thrills spasmed through her
body.  She was sure now, in some small corner of her mind, that she had been 
drugged, that this was more than her normal response, but her body 
screamed, "WHO CARES?" and she gave in completely.

 As if the fat dildo inside her weren't enough, she now felt a cool pressure
building in her belly.  The enema rushed into her, and she was grateful that
she'd had so little to eat in the last twenty-four hours.  She didn't relish
the idea of cramps.  The water filled her belly, and in combination with her 
already full stomach, made her feel completely swollen and bloated.  When
the table swung down again, the crowding inside her made the dildo feel as 
if it were ten times larger.  She felt stuffed, like a living sausage skin.
 After a few more cycles of her dark and unstable world, she felt the enema 
rushing out again.

 She hardly noticed when the smell of her air changed subtlely, but 
gradually she calmed down, although she was still out of her mind with lust.
 She felt happy, unreasonably happy, and at peace, although she certainly 
wasn't satisfied yet.  She cheerfully macked up and down on the rod, not 
knowing or caring where she was, or what was happening to her.  Eventually, 
again unnoticed, the air changed its flavor again, and her head began to 
clear, so that although she knew precisely what sort of situation she was 
in, she also felt more insistant that she get some satisfaction.  The 
effects of the little rubber warts and vibrations became more noticeable, 
and she lost herself again in wave after wave of sexual spending and release.
 
 We may as well leave her now, as the rest is more or less the same, for hours
on end.
 
 Mr. Dodds turned to his other two guests.  "Well folks, that's that for a 
few hours, we shan't see much more than this.  Why don't we leave her to her
pleasures, and see if we can't find something else to amuse us for awhile."

 He began to unfasten the straps holding "Jason" to the hospital gurney. 


                                                ...to be continued


From LabRat@i-link.net Wed May 22 18:42:00 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Rubber/Dungoen Story - Latex.15 (15/17)
From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 20:42:00 -0500

I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

 
                             Adventures in Rubber
                                      by
                                   Dr. Hevea

                                    Part 15 
 
 When he had "Jason" free of the straps holding her to the gurney, 
Mr. Dodds led her into the adjoining room.  This room was adjacent 
to the one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest.  
Its two prominent features were a low, round structure like a well,
in the middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber 
sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall.  It was
attached at the center to a large metal hub bolted to the wall.
 There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the 
ceiling, and a diver's air compressor on a wheeled dolly.  All of 
which equipment, "Jason" was only too familiar with.

 Mr. Dodds made her stand on a stool while he strapped her body 
harness to the frame.  In minutes, she was attached by a myriad of 
little leather straps, every few inches, with her waist tightly clamped
by a single four inch wide belt.  Even her head was fastened down 
tightly to the padded head rest.  She couldn't move an inch.  As 
Mr. Dodds checked the bondage of each limb in turn, she could feel 
the frame swaying slightly.   Finally, Dodds walked out. 

 In the next room, he reached behind "Floras" head and undid the zip 
of Jason's female-faced helmet, removing it.  
 "Look, mate," Jason announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged, 
"I've had just about enough of your little games... when are you going
to leave us alone?"  Mr. Dodds looked startled, as Jason ranted on.
  
"What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy's 
household, and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?"
 
 Mr. Dodds looked amused for a moment.  "First of all, Mandy IS my 
`personal sex slave', and since Flora belongs to Mandy, she is too is
mine to do with as I please.  She has told Mandy many times that she 
would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if 
Mandy watched.  Although, I doubt this is exactly what she had in mind.
If you don't believe me, you are free to ask Flora yourself, as-if-and 
-when I decide to let her out of her present predicament. 

 "Secondly, I'd assumed when I found you in YOUR predicament, that you 
were also a new acquisition of Mandys, since you certainly seemed to be
enjoying yourself."
 
 Jason blushed to his hairline.
 
 "Third," Dodds ticked off on his fingers, "I AM a reasonable man.  Since
I didn't ask you, and you didn't ask me, you certainly should be given 
the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to lead.  
But I'll warn you!  If you decide to leave now, in the heat of anger, I 
can predict that not only will you never be bothered by me, you will 
never see Mandy or Flora again, either.  Believe it or not, some of the 
things we do here are unlawful in this state.  It's worse back in 
England!

 "Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medieval laws in 
this country, we can't risk someone running out and calling the 
newspapers, now can we?  If I were to let you go, Mandy might be very 
unhappy, but she would in all likelihood, move, despite her comfortable 
little mansion here, and as I said, you would never see her again. 

 He paused, looking reflectively at Jason for a moment. 
"I assume," he added, "since you are here, and since Mandy generally 
prefers women, that there is something special between you?" 
 
 Jason looked sullen, but nodded.  Mr. Dodds continued.  "So.  Just to be 
sure things are as everyone would have it, I will give you the option.  
Stay here, subject to Mandy's or my absolute rule, and live in decadent, 
submissive pleasure, free of any cares, for as long as you like.  Or 
leave now, all pissed off, and let the rest of us get on with our lives
in whatever manner we wish!" 

He stopped and looked patiently at Jason, waiting for an answer.
 
 Jason was in a quandary.  While he had resented Mr. Dodds invasion on 
what had been shaping up to be his ultimate dream (complete with two 
bisexual, rubber-loving women, a stastical impossibility).  He also 
realized that Mr. Dodds had been responsible for many interesting hours 
spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he had begun to enjoy at 
the hands of Mandy since he arrived. 
 He knew, sooner or later, that this mysterious stranger (well okay, a 
friend of Mandys) would depart, and hopefully, things would return to 
"normal". 

 He thought of his life before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent alone, 
the abortive attempts at dating and the sick feeling he had had when one 
lover had called him perverted for wanting her to wear a rubber dress.
 He realized that despite Mr. Dodd's intrusion and bizarre bondage 
performances, he was happier here than he had ever been alone.  He looked 
up sheepishly.  "All right," he said, "I'll stay."
 
 Dodds looked doubtful.  "Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be 
thy lord and mistress?"  It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech, but 
Jason nodded.

 Dodds persisted.  "And you'll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may 
put to you?"
 This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had 
never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods 
bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had 
always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the 
point of madness), his goal.  

Jason dropped his head in submission.  
"Yes." he said.
 
 Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile.  "Fine.  Fine, then it's all settled.  
Now we understand each other."  His voice rose to a shout.  "AND FOR 
BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A WOMAN
FOR SEVERAL MORE HOURS!"  When he finished his tirade, he was still 
grinning.

 He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor.
 "I've a better face for you to wear, my dear," he said, his voice 
softening suddenly, "this suits my tastes much better."  After fastening 
it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason's head, completing the 
illusion.

 Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he 
pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed "Flora" her new face.  
It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a 
woman's face, although this face might have been more at home walking the 
streets. 
 
 I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself.  His eyes were 
surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with 
mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red.  Also, his mouth
was no longer obstructed.  He stuck out his tongue, through the ruby lips,
just to see if he could do it.
 
 "Oh, don't worry," chuckled Dodds, "we'll give that tongue something to 
work on soon, never fear."  He continued chuckling to himself, apparently 
thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto "Floras" head a simple 
trainer harness which had no gag or blindfold.  It circled the head three 
ways, and had many d-rings attached, but he couldn't really see the 
point.
 Eventually, Mr. Dodds got around to lowering the dildo rod pinning 
"Flora" in place, and loostened the fixtures attaching his boots to the 
floor.   He neglected to remove the arm binder, however, which still 
clamped "Floras" now numb arms behind him.
 
 When "Flora" was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other 
room.  Once again, "Flora" marvelled at the perfect replica of a man that
was securely fastened to the frame in front of him.  Although some small 
part of him had finally admitted that this wasn't real, he still thought 
of himself as a woman, at least temporarily.

                                    -=*=-

 Some time later, "Jason" watched Mr. Dodds return with "Flora".  Dodds
stood him in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots.  
Until now, "Jason" had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and 
that they were actually something more prosaic, such as silver colored 
leather.  So perfect was their shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to 
expect someone to go to the trouble and expense of making them from 
metal, but she soon saw her error.  The craftsman who made them had been
talented indeed.  No wonder Flora had been walking so stiff-legged!

 When he had them off, Dodds ordered "Flora" to remove his dress. 
Embarrassed, Jason nonetheless did as he was told.  Off came the pretty 
maid's uniform.  Mr. Dodds loostened the corset laces until it could be 
unhooked, and removed it.  "Flora" heaved a sigh of relief.  He could 
breathe again! 
 
 "Jason" looked on in wonder.  There was no doubting the person in front
of her was a woman, and a damned attractive one at that!  The loss of 
the dress revealed a very shapely body, dressed in gleaming black latex 
stockings, held up by the garters of a very pretty shimmering pink 
girdle.  Above it, she had on a long-line pink rubber brassiere showing 
off a generous bust.  She also wore opera length silver latex gloves.  

 Although her makeup was definitely too heavy for "Jason's" tastes, the 
overall effect was very attractive, in a sleazy sort of way.  Flora 
LIKED sleazy.

 All of which made her even more confused.  She was certain now who she 
was, and that Mr. Dodds had merely confused her- although she couldn't 
as yet explain the amazing transformation her body seemed to have 
undergone.  So if she was Flora, who was this woman?  Unless Mr. Dodds 
had admitted another person to Mandy's home, or had lied to them about 
who was inside the amazing rubber sculpture in the other room, it had 
to be Jason.  But how could one explain the beautiful female body in 
front of her, or for that matter, her own well-built male frame?
 
 Suddenly she remembered the female face mask that had been on the 
other's face.  Dodds had apparently changed it, for the other woman 
now appeared much younger, with more makeup, although her body remained 
the same.  "Jason" felt a moment of jealousy, then a flush of desire. 
 The other woman was certainly attractive enough.

 Mr. Dodds allowed them to stare at one another for a moment, then showed
"Flora" an elaborate suspension harness.  He put it on him and in a 
minute had it tightly fastened.  He reached up to the winch and pulled 
down a cable, snapping its hook to the harness, just above the buttocks. 
 "Flora" felt more than a little vertigo as the winch hauled him off the
ground, head down, but he was even more dismayed at what happened next.
 Dodds pulled him along the travelling track until he was up against 
"Jason" belly to belly.  A little adjusting brought "Flora's" tightly 
rubbered pink bottom into contact with the dildo poking out and down 
from "Jason's" harnessed mouth.

 "Jason" could only look on in awestruck fascination as she realized what 
was about to happen.

 "Flora", too, was a bit horrified and more than a little turned on as 
he dangled upside down, his face just inches from "Jason's" prominent 
erection.  Seconds later, he felt Mr.Dodds attaching things to his 
harness, and shortly he was pulled in sharply to "Jason's" body and the 
two were pressed tightly against each other.
 There was nothing "Flora" could do except grimace in embarrassment as 
Dodds inexorably forced his bottom down over the dildo attached to 
"Jasons" face.  When it was deeply seated, Dodds attached several straps
to d-rings on "Floras" torso harness and pulling them tight around 
"Jasons" head, fastened them to the frame.  He attached still more 
straps to "Floras" head harness, using them to pull the reluctant slave's 
head down, finally forcing his mouth over "Jasons" erection.  Quickly, he 
strapped the harness around "Jasons" hips to the frame, holding him in 
that position. 

 With several more wide leather straps, Dodds fastened "Floras" arms and
legs along side "Jasons", so the two were immovably joined.  Only then 
did he remove the winch cable from "Floras" harness. 
 He smiled at the two bodies joined on the frame, then grabbing one of 
the x-extensions, he gave it a shove.  Aha!  The hub at the center was on 
a ball bearing, and the two joined slaves rotated around and around, 
until they were dizzy, and their shifting weight pushed and pulled things 
they would have preferred were left alone.
 Soon, their out of balance condition told, and they settled down, 
rocking slightly.  Dodds frowned and moved to one end of the contraption.
 After clamping a lead weight to two of the arms, he gave it another 
lighter, shove, and watched for a moment.  When it showed no signs of 
being out of balance, slowing only a little, he gave it a bigger shove, 
then another, and another, making it pick up speed.  It gave no sign of
slowing down any time soon.  He smiled again.

 As far as "Flora" (Jason) was concerned, this was just a strange (if 
mildly erotic) joy ride, with no real purpose.  His shifting weight 
forced him up and down on the dildo, but that was about all he got out of
it.  He grunted and groaned with each revolution, and was thankful he 
wasn't prone to motion sickness.  After a while, he began to sort of 
absentmindedly suck and tongue the fat organ gagging his mouth, and 
groans of pleasure came from behind and underneath him.  With a start, he 
realized what it was he was doing and stopped it, his mind a confusion of 
sexual thoughts.  He was fairly confident now in his identity as Jason, 
but was still confused as to how he had come to have a woman's body.
 Conversely, he was fairly certain that the "man" strapped beneath him 
had to be Flora (assuming Dodds had not lied about who was in the rubber 
abomination next door), but there too, he couldn't be sure, since his 
mouth was definitely full of a man.  That fact in itself repelled him, 
but there was damn all he could do about it, and in fact, he was secretly
enjoying having a gag in his mouth, even if it was someone's... he
couldn't bring himself to think it.
 
 Again, after some time, his head dizzy with the confusion of who was 
what, and from the intermittan pressure on his prostate, he absently 
began to pull a little on the prick filling his mouth.  Again, moans 
sounded from behind him, and the dildo stuffed in his ass throbbed with
the vibrations of... Floras?  mouth.  The muffled voice could be hers, 
but...

 For "Jason" (Flora) on the other hand, it was quite a pleasurable 
experience. 
 
 With each revolution, the mercury-filled dildo within her quivered and 
jerked, a unique throbbing sensation that was rapidly making her crazy.
Still fuzzy from the strange brew of drugs Dodds had given them, Flora 
didn't really understand the source of her sexual excitement, and was a 
amazed at how similar sex as a man felt to her own experiences.

 Moreover, the butt plug in her rear rubbed and bumped inside against 
the dildo, and worse, "Floras" belly was rubbing against her breasts 
inside the suit, although she couldn't recognize these things at the
time.  Then, too, "Flora" had began to pull at her erection, and 
immediately, she felt an internal vibration exciting her in a familiar 
way.  "Flora" stopped for a while, then started again, and "Jason" 
realized she was close to coming.
 She eagerly awaited to see what it would be like.  When it arrived, she 
was vaguely disappointed.  To her surprise, it felt a lot like what she 
called a vaginal orgasm, and she shuddered with little internal spasms.  

She was still wondering why her skin felt so numb...
 
 While the two slaves rotated in sexual union, Mr. Dodds had trotted off
to check on his other patient, and then gone up to the kitchen for a cup 
of tea.  
When he returned, they had slowed down slightly, so he gave them another 
push, just to keep their interest up.  Meanwhile, he made another trip 
upstairs, returning with a gallon jug in each hand.  He set them down by 
the "well" in the middle of the room, and began searching the cabinets 
around the room for something.  He soon found it, or them rather, and sat
down to watch his artwork spin on the wall.  By this time, Flora was 
groaning and panting with passion, and although Jason was less noisy, he 
seemed to be enjoying himself finally. 
 
 Dodds thought back to the first time he had seen what Mandy 
unimaginatively called "The Well".  She'd had it constructed shortly 
after she met Flora. 
She had wanted something restrictive that she and Flora could enjoy 
together, when she wasn't feeling particularly topish.  Something a 
little like bondage, and preferably of rubber.  

 In the end, she had constructed this... a vertical bath, like a wishing 
well, eight feet deep and lined with a very large and thick rubber bag.  
The bag was sealed to the rim of the well.  The well itself was in fact, 
a simple jacuzzi, with water jets in the walls, and the rubber lining was 
anchored at the bottom so that it would not be forced out by the water.  
The water forced the bag closed, so that the thing could only be entered 
with a considerable amount of pressure, and a lot of lubrication.  It was 
necessary too, to wear some kind of air mask so that one could breathe.

 As fate would have it, Mr. Dodds had chosen to show up just after they 
had completed it.  He had shown them an excellent substitute for the KY 
jelly they had planned to use in it, too.  Flora and Mandy had enjoyed 
their first session in it under the watchful eyes of Mr. Dodds, and he 
had chosen to let them stay in it for several hours.  Mandy had 
originally planned for them to wear body harnesses attached to the winch, 
allowing them to get out.  The winch would have been activated by a 
timer.  However, Dodds had talked them out of it saying that it might 
not be reliable, and that as long as he was here, he may as well help 
out.  Never mind the fact that Mandy's electrical power was backed up by
an automatic generator, or that she had already proven to herself that 
she could climb the chain to get out.  She knew he had ulterior motives.

 Since their own weight forced them down into the bag, and the generous 
helping of silicone oil made their bodies and the rubber ridiculously 
slippery, they were quite helpless to get out until he reached in with 
the winch line to haul them out.
  Meanwhile, they had spent several hot and sweaty hours enjoying each 
other, their bodies pressed frimly together within the folds of soft yet
unrelenting rubber.
 Mr. Dodds knew too, that Mandy had used the Well as a punishment (of 
sorts) for Flora, putting her rigid chastity belt on her, and letting 
her squirm in arousal for hours, unable to satisfy herself. 

 After watching the rotating pair with satisfaction for several minutes, 
Mr. Dodds got up and poured the entire contents of one of the jugs into 
the well.  The liquid that came out was thick and clear.  He wanted to be 
sure they had plenty of lubrication during their stay.

 After watching them turn amid grunts, groans, and mews of pleasure for 
some time, Mr. Dodds finally relented.  "Alright kids, that's enough.  
Let's cut to the chase."  He stopped the rotation of the x-frame, and 
again snapped the winch cable to "Floras" harness.  When he had him 
unstrapped and free of assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment 
while he removed the head harness, the female face mask and wig, and 
finally the suspension harness he had put on him earlier. 

 Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phony  melodramatic 
voice, "Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who is 
who... and what."

 He fumbled at Jason's neck, and pulled a long strip of pink tape down 
off his back.  When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered zipper down 
as well.  The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason's real body.  
Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts 
and sleek lines of a woman fell away.  He realized that deep inside, he
was sorry to become a man again.
 
 He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he 
noticed that his head was more or less clear.  He felt wonderfully alive, 
despite the locker room smell he had developed inside the foam rubber
suit.  
Before he had time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however, 
Dodds covered his head with one of the two helmets that he'd dug out of 
the cabinets.  It felt very odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to 
stop him as Jason explored the surface of the new helmet with his hands. 
 
 It was made of thin black latex with a zipper up the back.  Moreover, it 
was fitted inside with a surgical style oxygen mask, the hose running out 
the front of the mask.  When it was zipped up the back, it fit quite 
tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly around his mouth 
and nose.  For a moment, it became difficult to breathe, and he panicked, 
thinking that Dodds had forgotten something, but then he heard the soft 
rattle of the compressor, and cool air flooded into his lungs.
 
 Flora looked on in amazement at the removal of Jason's female face and 
suit, as she was still fuzzy-headed from the drugs, and wasn't quite sure 
what was going on.  It was becoming apparent, however, that this had not 
been a dream at all, but a particularly clever dupe on the part of Mr. 
Dodds. 

 Right then and there, she decided she loved the nutty old coot, and she 
could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself 
to him. 

 In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds 
was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason's head.  Flora 
waited impatiently to be let down.  Her arms had begun to ache a little 
at being held tightly in position so long.  She watched as Jason's masked 
head was tethered by a hose to the compressor, and having spent many 
hours in the well by herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both in at 
the same time. 

 Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting 
against the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to the well.  
He let Jason stand there while he took Flora down in the same manner, 
removed her helmet, body harness and suit, and as a result, various long, 
thick objects from her body, much to her dismay. 

 He put the other breathing helmet on her.  All was quiet for a few 
moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask.  
Then she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one 
considerably less complicated than the previous one.  And, as she had 
feared, Mandy must have told Dodds about her punishment, for she felt a 
pair of "pancake" mitts being strapped onto her hands.  These mitts were 
made of stiff leather, and held the fingers and hands flat, preventing 
them from grasping or feeling anything.

 Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm, 
thick, and very slippery.  The hands lingered at her breasts and crotch, 
and she leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a little 
something extra, but they passed on. 

 After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being hoisted into 
the air, bumping gently against Jason's body.  She rejoiced, knowing what 
was to come.

 Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his woman-suit was 
removed, but he also got something else.  He jerked and tried to refuse 
the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed 
Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back.  The strong hands fastened
something tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls.  
 Something else, that felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his 
knees.  He felt a gentle pull on his scrotum, and when the fumbling 
stopped, the "something", some kind of little harness apparently, was
still there, constricting his cock and stretching his sack out almost 
unbearably. 
 He felt himself getting very hard, and the sense of constriction and 
stretching became even tighter.
 
 Then he too, received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly 
as the unseen hands stroked his now rock-hard member.  Soon he felt his 
feet leaving the floor, and his greasy body bumping and sliding against 
Flora's.

 Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he 
traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well.
 Pressing the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began 
forcing their way into the tight rubber lining of the well...
  

                                                  ...to be continued

From LabRat@i-link.net Wed May 22 18:43:44 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Rubber/Dungeon Story - Latex.16 (16/17)
From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 20:43:44 -0500

I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

                             Adventures in Rubber
                                      by
                                   Dr. Hevea

                                    Part 16

 Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet 
touched something soft, slimy, and at first, cold.  It quickly warmed 
to their body temperature though, as it slipped up their legs to their 
thighs.  Whatever it was, it pressed firmly against their oiled bodies,
squeezing them together.  Jason assumed that this was the well that he
had glimpsed in the center of the room.  As it enveloped them further, 
passing their thighs and hips, Jason imagined the two of them being 
sucked into an enormous vagina.

 Soon, the squishy warmth had swallowed them up to their necks and for a
moment, Jason fought panic, unwilling to have his head consumed as well. 
But reason prevailed, and he told himself that the air hissing into the 
tight-fitting helmet must be coming from a compressor of some kind.  
  His air supply was safe.
 
  With a slight lurch, the two of them slid all the way into the tight, 
slippery well, the warm rubber walls pressing them closely together.  
Then a new sensation presented itself.  The walls began to move, with 
slow, strong undulations.  Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water 
jets of the jaccuzi, and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair 
inside. 

  Jason smiled inside his helmet, revelling in the sensations of Flora's 
slippery breasts and belly pressed against his, the rubber walls 
squeezing their tired bodies in a soft yet insistent massage.  It wasn't 
long before he was frowning however, as he came to understand his 
predicament.  With his hands bound behind him, there was very little he 
could do to enjoy their situation, and he soon discovered that Flora was 
in a similar fix when he felt her rigid mittens groping about his body.  
It felt nice to have her caress him, but the mittens were scratchy and 
hard, and did not feel particularly sensual.  Flora could not grasp him,
nor could he hold her, and he was soon near to screaming with 
frustration, his erect cock slithering helplessly against her belly.  

  Dodds wins another round, he thought.
 
  But after a few minutes of frustrated groping, he felt Flora's leather 
mittens curl around his neck and shoulders, while her long legs drew up 
along his hips, and slithered around his waist.  It looked like Flora was
more experienced at this sort of thing than he.  It also looked like he 
might get some satisfaction after all.
 
                                    -=*=-

 Flora too, was having difficulties, even though she had been in the Well
before, with her hands bound to frustrate any attempt to relieve herself. 
The years of restrictive rubber clothes and fetishistic bondage had 
accustomed her to this kind of confinement, but she wasn't yet jaded- she 
still couldn't help becoming aroused.  She fumbled at her breasts and 
Jason's crotch with her mittened hands, until an advantage of their 
situation struck her.
 
 She maneuvered herself so that she was once again pressed belly-to-belly 
against Jason, his firm erection pressing deliciously into her belly-
button.  Then she clumsily grasped him around the neck, and drew her legs
up, so that she was more or less in a sitting position at his waist.  This
was less easy than it sounds, for while they were both slippery as eels 
from the silicone, they were still crushed together by the pressure of the 
water behind the rubber surrounding them.
 As she locked her legs around him, he finally got the idea, and they 
squirmed together a bit, until at last, he slid inside her.

                                   -=*=-

  Jason's first orgasm had been explosive, and judging from the little
after-spasms that gripped his cock, Flora had enjoyed it too.  After an
indeterminate period of rest, during which they squirmed against and
around each other to stay comfortable, they made love again.  This time 
they were more relaxed, with less of the sense of urgency they had felt
the first time.  They slithered against each other in a slow, languorous
rhythm, savoring the slippery sensations of each others' body, and of the
rubber that pressed in around them.  

  It's like making love in a mother's womb, thought Jason.

  His second ejaculation seemed to take minutes, as his muscles
relentlessly wrung every remaining drop of semen from his loins.  They 
relaxed again, their bodies softening into each other until they might 
have been one flesh.  

                                    -=*=-

  Jason started suddenly.  He realized he had been dozing!  He found
it hard to believe that he could have fallen asleep in their present
situation, but then, he was sooo tired.  He felt now what had awakened 
him.  Flora was sliding past him.  At first he thought that he might be 
slipping further down into the well, but his feet were already wedged
firmly against the bottom of the rubber bag.  It occurred to him that 
Flora was being pulled out.  After a long wait Jason too, felt the tug 
of his body harness, and he slithered his way out of the warm grasp of 
the latex womb.  

  God, thought Jason as his head and shoulders came free, it's like being
born again!

  After a moment, he felt ground beneath him, his feet coming to rest on
a towel.  After a little fumbling, the helmet came off his head, and to
his surprise, he found that it was Flora removing it.

  "Flora!  How," he started to ask, but Flora had already silenced
him with a ferocious kiss.  "Yum," he finished, grinning.

  "That felt wonderful!"  Flora exclaimed, "I feel like I could sleep for
a hundred years!  Here, let me get those cuffs off you."  She struggled
with the cuffs a moment, both of them still slippery with oil.

  "Yeah, it was kind of fun, wasn't it?" answered Jason, "but um, WHERE 
is Mr. Dodds?"

  "That's the weird part!  When I got out, he sat me in that chair, freed
my hands, and by the time I thought to take off my helmet, he was gone!
He likes doing that, though- he likes to make dramatic entrances and exits.
What bothers me though, is how he got past Charlemagne and Attila."

  "Who?  Oh, Mandy's dogs.  Hmm.  He wouldn't have, um... he wouldn't..."  
he didn't finish, because Flora's eyes grew wide, and she dashed from the 
room, barely managing to keep her footing on the slick tile.  "Hey wait!
shouted Jason, "he could still be around..."
  He struggled with the cuffs for a while, which Flora hadn't managed to 
remove, then sat down in resignation when he realized he couldn't get 
them off.  He wasn't about to go running through the house naked, no matter
how well he knew the owners.  Besides, his feet were still more or less
oily, and he didn't fancy negotiating all that tile without the use of his 
arms for balance.

  Flora returned in a few minutes, puffing, with a puzzled expression on
her face.  "S'odd," she said, "'Tilla and Charley are outside, chasing 
the birds as if nothing's happened.  Healthy as horses."  She began 
fumbling with Jason's cuffs again.  Finally, she wiped her hands on 
another towel, and gripping the leather through the towel, managed to 
unbuckle the stiff straps.

  "So how did he get in?" Jason asked, wiping silicone from his body with
an already saturated towel.  "And how the hell am I going to get clean?"
he added to himself.

  Flora looked thoughtful as she dug another towel out of the cupboard.
"I don't know...maybe he drugged them.  I know for certain he used drugs
on me... I still feel a little funny around the edges.  Not bad funny,
just sort of fuzzy... you know?"

  "Yah.  Hey, what about Mandy?"  Both their eyes grew wide, and they 
managed to jamb themselves in the doorway like two Keystone Kops, in 
their haste to get into the adjoining room.  What they found was not 
exactly comforting.  The tilt-table sat unmoving, the respirator 
equipment, silent.  A strange-looking hollow mold of Mandy's body lay 
upside down on the floor next to the table, the table itself being bare, 
with an outline where the mold had been cut free.  Jason walked over and
examined it.  The suit Mandy had been made to wear was still inside,
molded into the rubber.  The tape sealing the back zipper had been cut,
and the suit simply zipped open, since her back hadn't been covered with
the rubber. 
There was no sign of Mandy in the room.

  Jason looked worried.  "Oh..."
  
  "...shit," finished Flora.  She looked even more worried than Jason.  
The two of them went up the stairs, two at a time, and started searching 
the first floor.  It rapidly became apparent she was not there.

  "Mandy?" called Flora, "MANDY!"  she was beginning to sound frantic.
   
  "Hey, hey, easy," soothed Jason, maybe she's asleep upstairs."  He 
sounded more calm than he felt, or at least hoped he did.  "Let's finish
looking around before we go panicking, okay?"

  Ignoring the elevator in favor of the sweeping staircase for speed, 
they took to the second floor.  In the hallway, they found a note, pinned 
to Mandy's door by a deer-footed dagger.  

  "Jesus!" said Jason, wide-eyed.  Flora yanked the note free as they
swept in to Mandy's room.  

  Mandy was in her bed, apparently asleep.  They stood transfixed for a
moment, until they saw that she was breathing.  Jason looked at Flora
with relief.  She was staring at the note.  An amused look of wonderment
was stealing across her face.  At Jason's puzzled expression, she held
her finger to her lips, and beckoned him to follow her.  When they were 
standing in the hall, she closed the door softly, shaking her head
slowly.  She held up the note for Jason to read.

    "Let Her Sleep.
     That's An Order.
         
              -Dodds."

  Jason looked back at Flora, amazement on his face.  While he rocked the
tip of the dagger out of the door, he stage-whispered to Flora, "I can't 
believe the balls on this guy!  That cheeky, arrogant, supercilious son 
of a-" Jason shushed as Flora held a finger to his lips.  

  "Seriously though," he continued, more calmly, "do you think she's 
alright?"

  "I think she's alright.  Dodds has been here before you know.  For 
goodness sake, I _belonged_ to him, before I met Mandy.  He may be weird,
but he'd never hurt one of us, and in his own way... he's wonderful."

 She sighed, then snickered quietly.  As they walked quietly away from 
Mandy's door, she added, "Although Mandy may kill him when she sees that 
scratch in her precious mahogany door."

  For some reason, this struck them as insanely funny, and they smothered
their giggles as they stumbled into Jason's room.  Jason was giddy with 
fatigue poisons, and fell laughing, onto the bed.  

  "Ohh, god!" he said softly, "a nice, soft bed, that doesn't move..."

  "I'm hungry," announced Flora abruptly, "let's go have breakfast.
I'm always starved after sex."

  Jason stared at her as if she had just invited him to a Moral Majority
rally.  "Are you nuts?" he asked, not moving, "I'm not going anywhere.  
I just wanna sleep... so tired." He ended with mumbling.

  "Alright love," Flora soothed, "you just lie there and rest.  Flora's
going to make everything all right.  There, there, sleepy head."  She
pulled the covers over him as she spoke, tucking him in like a child, 
cooing all the while.  He was asleep before she turned out the lights.

                                   -=*=-
                                                
  Jason awoke in bed, once again between soft, warm sheets.  To his 
amazement, they were soft flannel sheets, not rubber.  He lay still a
moment while his head finished waking up, listening to the tiny sounds
made by the house as it settled on it's foundations, by the wind outside,
and by his own breathing.
 
  He had no idea what time it was, or even what day.  He glanced around 
the room, looking for a clock, but found none.  Only then did he realize 
that his room had no window.  It hadn't occurred to him before now how 
unusual it was to find a bedroom without a window.  But then, he told
himself, some of Mandy's activities are a little strange - perhaps she
had them bricked up for privacy.

  Mandy!  He suddenly remembered the events of the past few days and the
predicament they had been left in, especially Mandy.  When he had last
seen her, she had been imprisoned in a diabolical vibrating rubber 
bodysuit, and embedded beneath more layers of rubber, on a tilting 
table...  Mr. Dodds!  Was he still about?  He felt panicky for a moment.  
He couldn't remember the last several hours.  

  Then it came back to him.  Flora's release, then his, their discovery
of Mandy safely sleeping in her room... 
  Well, I'm awake now, he thought.  Might as well check on Mandy.  He
swung out of bed and padded carefully  to the door, where he stopped
again, in wonderment.  He fingered his pajamas.  He hadn't been wearing
pajamas.  And these were cotton!  What was going on?  If Flora had 
dressed him without waking him, he really had been exhausted!

  He eased the door open and listened.  Nothing.  Then a door thumped, 
very close.   He froze, listening to footsteps in the hall - they 
sounded like women's heels.  He peered out and saw Flora carrying a 
tray, walking away down the hall.  At least, it LOOKED like Flora.  She 
at least, was dressed normally.  Normal that is, for this household.  She 
wore a black and white French maid's uniform that looked suspiciously
like latex, and skyscraper-heeled pumps of very shiny black patent 
leather.  He watched her delicious legs recede down the staircase, then
glanced across the hall, and stepped quickly to the opposite door.  
No sound came from inside.

  "Mandy!" he hissed, not wanting to alert Flora.  Nothing.

  He tapped the door, very softly.  Nothing.  He opened the door as
quietly as he could.  When he had the door almost all the way open, he
saw Mandy, lying asleep on the bed amid still more ordinary cotton 
bedclothes - odd!  A tray with a pitcher of water and a glass on it sat
on the bedside table.

  When a soft voice said, "Shh!  Don't wake her!" behind him, he nearly
jumped out of his skin!  He whirled to see Flora standing, her shoes
held in her hand, behind him.  She reached past him to shut the door 
quietly before she began her tirade.  "Now just what do you think you're
doing out of bed?" she hissed.

  Jason opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted.  "You should be
resting, you've had a very tough night!  Now you get back in there and 
lie down while I get your breakfast ready.  It hasn't been but a few
hours, and already you're panting at her door like a rutting bull!"

  Jason opened his mouth to protest that he'd only wanted to check on
her, to see how she was doing, but Flora stuffed the shiny toe of one
stilleto-heeled shoe in his mouth, stifling him.

  "You're supposed to be recovering from yesterday's session," she 
continued, herding him toward his room, "and here you're up and
roaming around the house!"

  Jason looked sheepish at her school-marmish tone, and removed the shoe
from his mouth.  She took hold of his ear and dragged him, like an errant
schoolboy, to his bedroom.
  
  "But WHAT the hell is going on around here?" managed Jason after the
door was closed.  "I thought you and Mandy were nuts about rubber, even
more than I am, and here I wake up in pajamas and sheets, no sign of
that imperious ass Dodds around, and the maid running the household!"
He grinned at her, as he waited for her answer.

  She smiled in return for just a moment, destroying the firm matronly
look she had been attempting, then looked worried.  She sat on the edge
of the bed, patting the comforter next to her, indicating where he could
sit.  "You shouldn't be so hard on Dodds, love, he's really very good to 
us.  And don't tell me you didn't enjoy what we did yesterday."

  She blushed as she said this, and looked down as she continued.

"Anyway, Mandy is pretty drained from the whole thing, and she needs a
lot of rest.  I've looked around the grounds, and Dodds really has left, 
I think.  He left a note in the kitchen with some suggestions for her
care.  He really loves her, you know, in his own way.  I think he even
took a liking to you, and I didn't know he went for boys."

  It was Jason's turn to blush.  She continued on.

  "That's why you woke up in regular bedclothes.  Mr. D reminded us that
it's possible to overdo it - get "burned out" is how he put it, he said
we should all give it a rest."

  Jason stared pointedly at the generous cleavage showing over neckline
of her tight rubber bodice.  "So how," he asked, "do you explain YOUR
outfit?"

  She looked down, smiling guiltily.  "Would you believe... I couldn't 
help myself?  Besides, I thought it would help Mandy recover."  Her eyes 
took on a serious look again.  "You know, she's so worn out by what... 
well, what was done to her, that she's quite uninterested in me.  I mean,
I used to at least get a pat on the rump even when she wasn't interested,
but... but, now..."  She seemed close to tears.

  Jason pulled her to him, hugged her and murmured in her ear.  "It's 
alright dear, she'll get better.  She's just worn out, like you said,
that's all."   But privately, he wondered, would she recover?  Oh sure,
her body was probably just fine, aside from a little fatigue, but what
about her mind?  Was she still sane?  He thought back to her "torture"
at Dodds' hands.

  The faintly floral smell of Flora's hair brought him back to the 
present.  Flora sighed softly into his shoulder as he rubbed her
neck and shoulder muscles.  She melted against him, and he slipped one
hand down, and around.  Cautiously, he caressed her chest where one
erect nipple pressed out through the latex.  She "mm-hmmed" her approval,
pulled her head up and kissed him fiercely, then pulled away slightly.

  "Love," she said, looking slightly feral in the angled light of the
bedside lamps, "do you know what I want to do?"

  His eyes grew wide, and he shook his head innocently.

  She grabbed his crotch and squeezed.  "I. Want. To. Fuck!"  Jason was
slightly shocked.  He had never heard her swear before.  She pushed him 
over onto his back.  Jason laughed and rolled over onto her, pinning her 
wrists.  "What are you, insatiable?  Am I supposed to believe that you 
didn't get enough out of yesterday's fun and games?"

  "Weelll," she stalled, looking mischievous.

  "Alright," he continued, "do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
She batted her eyelashes up at him innocently.  "I'm... uh..." he looked
stricken suddenly.  "Of all the times... I guess I'm going to go to the 
bathroom."  He shrugged helplessly.

  Flora gave him a look of mock fury.  "OOhh!  How could you!" she said
as he climbed off her and headed for the bathroom, "You wind me up and
then desert me?!  I'll show you!" she called after his retreating back.

  When Jason returned, Flora had disappeared.  He stood in the doorway
of the bathroom, staring at the empty bed.  "Why, that fickle little
wench," he muttered to himself.  He headed toward the nightstand for his
slippers...
...and got a big surprise.

  For the second time in 36 hours, something soft and dark was suddenly
pulled down over Jason's head, and when he dropped his slippers, one 
wrist and then the other were clicked into a pair of handcuffs.  He was 
mad enough to kick out, but his kick was ineffective, and left him 
precariously off balance.  He heard, muffled through the bag or hood,
Flora giggle behind him, as she pulled him backwards, keeping him off-
balance.  He felt himself falling helplessly, disoriented, his body 
tensing for the impact.  Flora caught him by the shoulders, providing a 
reference point for his reeling senses.  She lowered him gently to the
floor.  In a panic, he struggled to get to his feet, legs flailing 
wildly, for all the good it did him.  Flora ignored his faint bellows 
of rage, and shortly had his ankles trussed as well.  

  After he realized that there was no way he could stand without help,
and that nothing else was happening to him yet, he calmed down 
somewhat, then fell completely silent when he thought of Mandy sleeping 
in the room across the hall.  He didn't want to find out what she might 
do to him in his present situation.  Especially when wakened from a sound
sleep, he added to himself.  And with her state of mind quite unknown, he 
added again. 
 
  He listened to Flora bustling about the room, heard the door being 
locked, heard the unmistakable rustle of rubber clothing.  It makes 
enough noise, he thought.  Is it something large and loose-fitting, or
something tight that she has trouble putting on?

  Shortly thereafter, his ankles were untied, but almost at the same 
moment, a warm hand gripped his balls gently, and Flora's voice said,
"Now be good lover, and do what I say- you'll like this, I promise."

  He hadn't much choice as she led him carefully to the bed, laying him
back upon cool sheets.  COLD sheets!  They warmed quickly to his skin,
and he realized that she had changed the flannel for latex sheets, the 
cool material sticking just slightly to his still-damp skin.

  He relaxed now, knowing that all Flora had in mind was more fun, 
although he was a little disappointed that she hadn't let him have the
upper hand.  She was tying his ankles, then his wrists to the bed posts,
with something soft but strong and unyielding.  When she was done, she
removed his hoodwink.  He gasped.

  "Do you like it?" she inquired, doing slow pirouettes for him around
the bedside.  

  "Like it?" he breathed, "it's... extraordinary!", and any objections he
might have had to being tied up evaporated in a haze of lust.  She had
removed the skimpy maid's outfit and donned an amazing body-shaper,
obviously made from very thick black rubber.  As she turned before him,
he was treated to a full view of it's effect on her.  It was a corselet
essentially, yet it had short legs as well.  The rear was cut out, the 
tight fit causing her buttocks to protrude perkily.  The waist was made
very tight, and acted as a mild corset, emphasizing the size of her hips
and chest.  The chest had cut-outs too, around each breast, but the holes
must have been slightly small, as each tit stood out strangely taught
and firm, literally looking like small melons.

  As he watched, fascinated, she picked up a large bottle and spread
a thick oil over herself and the latex as she walked slowly and sinuously
to the bedside.  "I decided to try out the dominant side of life," she 
said smiling, "you don't mind, do you?"

  "Well, no, but..." stammered Jason, looking bemused at his bindings.

  "Oh, and I used your ties for um, ties.  I hope you don't mind that
either."

  "Er, Flora," said Jason looking wryly up at her, "I don't think you're
supposed to ask a slave if he minds or not- it doesn't make you a very
convincing dominatrix."

  "That's okay," she replied brightly, "I don't really want to be a 
convincing dominatrix."  She had started pouring the oil on his belly,
spreading it around, and down onto his legs.  It was very warm, almost
hot.

  "You look terrif!" commented Jason, "That's a hell of a... a... 
whatever it is, it looks great!"

  "It's new.  You're the first person to see me in it.  Not even Mandy
knows about it yet- I bought it myself."  The oil trickled down his
sides, ran under his back, began spreading around his ass.  She climbed
onto the bed.

  "I just love hot oil massages, don't you?" she asked.

  "If I could get my arms free, I'd show you how much I love it," he 
growled back.  She smiled, slid one leg over so that she straddled him, 
smoothing the warm oil over his entire body, and massaging the muscles of
his arms, his chest.  Her oil-slicked rubber-covered torso gleamed like 
polished ebony, every movement she made rippling the clinging material.
He panted like a lion when she rubbed oiled hands over his cock and balls.

  "You make me so hot," she purred, moving down his legs.

  Jason snorted.  "I'm making YOU hot!  Love, if you're not careful, I'm
going to come just from looking at you!  I'M the one getting hot!"

  "Ah, but I'm not even started yet," she replied, mischief in her eye.
She slithered off the bed.  The latex sheets and Jason's body were now
completely covered in oil.  Flora walked out of his sight for a moment, 
then returned carrying an odd collection of straps and two large dildos.
As she climbed onto the bed, he got a better look at it.  It was a head
harness- he had enough experience now to recognize that much.  The two 
singularly realistic organs protruded from the front of the mouth-piece.

  This wench is kinkier than I am, thought Jason.  His mouth was suddenly 
very dry.

  Flora smiled at him as he licked his lips.  "Perhaps I should give you
a taste before I put this on you," she said.

  She clambered around on top of him, facing his feet, and planted her 
fragrant crotch on his face, her latex-covered calves gripping his head.
Jason licked and sucked eagerly as he felt her warm, greasy hands
fondling and stroking his now very hard erection.  After only a few
moments though, she pulled away and turned around.  

  Despite the oil and Jason's hairless head, she managed to get the head-
harness on him in short order.  It didn't hurt that he gave her 
essentially no resistance.  This was not shaping up to be an unpleasant 
experience, and he was eager to see it to it's conclusion.  Whe she was 
done, he found a soft bladder in his mouth, which filled his cheeks with 
rubber when she pumped it up with a hand bulb.  His vision was filled by 
two prodigious prongs sprouting from his mouth and chin.

  "There," remarked Flora, "every girls dream- a man with two cocks who
doesn't talk."  

 She giggled again, climbing around the slippery bed until she had 
positioned herself over his face, again facing his feet.  She treated him 
to an excellent view of her oily fingers probing her ass and vagina.  
Jason was so turned on by this display that he thought he would orgasm 
from sheer tension!

  She looked over her shoulder.  "Ready?" she asked, and without waiting
for a response, which would have been impossible anyway, carefully 
lowered herself onto the dildos.  As she guided each one into place, she
moaned and shivered a little, shaking drops of oil onto Jason's face.  
With a panty's-eye-view, Jason watched in fascination as her front and
rear passages stretched wide to accommodate the thick rods.  His view
became dim as she settled all the way down, and he had to struggle to get
any air into his nose, as it buried itself between her cheeks.

  For a moment, she just sat there, rocking a little, then she leaned
slowly forward and planted her lips on his throbbing penis.  Jason 
shouted into his gag and Flora groaned as the vibrations shook the dildos
slightly.  As she stroked him, she rocked back and forth, the artificial 
phalluses thrusting in and out inches before Jason's wildly staring eyes.
In moments, Flora began to grunt and hum loudly around Jason's cock, and
as she accelerated her thrusts against his face, they came, within 
seconds of each other, in one long, shattering climax.


                                                       ...to be continued


From LabRat@i-link.net Wed May 22 18:45:22 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Rubber/Dungeon Story - Latex.17 (Last Episode)
From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
Date: Wed, 22 May 1996 20:45:22 -0500

I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality.  If this is
offensive do not read - delete file.  For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy!  Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

 
                             Adventures in Rubber
                                      by
                                   Dr. Hevea

                                   Part 17


  Mandy wasn't quite herself today.

 As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular.  In her present 
condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let 
alone her actual identity.  She was in a state between ecstasy and 
insanity, balanced on the edge.  As the sculpture holding her prisoner 
tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering 
stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into 
the suit.  Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would 
come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond 
belief.
 They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to 
become numb.  Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few
minutes.  Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the 
pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the
dildo as she slid down onto it. 

 At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind 
by counting orgasms.  She knew that she had never before had more than 
four or five in a row.  The tactic had failed, for she had lost count 
somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless
state of wanton lust and shuddering release.  Her satiation was always
short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her
turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping 
her body in a vicious cycle of desire.

 Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb 
to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison.  Then, 
after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would experience
a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would 
envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodesiac, 
allowing her to relax for a few precious moments. 

 Then the cycle would renew...

 This went on for a while- hours? days?  She had no way of knowing, and 
half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of time,
being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions.  After a 
while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left 
her.  She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple,
mindless awareness of stimulation and release. 

 Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a 
subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave 
up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had 
finally stopped.

                                   -=*=-

 Mandy awoke in silent darkness.  Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.

 Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation. 
 Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she became 
more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.

 With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could move
at all.  Red shapes, symbols, swam into view.  She stared at them for 
some time before they made sense.  The red digits of her bedside clock 
changed from 6:27 to 6:28.  She could see!  Suddenly, the days' previous
events came back to her.  She was no longer imprisoned within the rubber 
cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances.  She 
remembered now.  She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust.   It 
hadn't been a dream, had it?  The ache in her crotch and in her abdomen
put the lie to that theory.

 Dodds.  She remembered Dodds coming to the house.  He had done something
to her dogs.  She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly.  He wouldn't 
have done anything to harm them, she knew.  

 "He likes animals," she heard someone say.  The sound of her voice 
startled her.  She had been thinking aloud.  She remembered that he owned
two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds.

 She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she sat
upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted.  
God, I'm worn out, she thought.  I'll just lie here a moment, gather my 
strength...

                                   -=*=-

 When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window.  
She had to be in her own bed - hers was the only bedroom in the house 
with a window.  She was facing her other bedside table now.  There was a 
vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it.  Propped against 
the vase was a card.  She reached for it. 
  
             "Dearest Mandy,
                     You know how I hate good-byes.  I have 
              come to believe that my unexpected appearance has 
              jeopardized the budding relationship between you 
              and Jason, so I am taking my leave early.  I am 
              glad to see that you have finally acknowledged 
              men as humans beings again.  I hope you found my 
              short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our 
              next meeting.  Give my regards to Flora and Jason.

              And from one Master to another,
              `Stay curious, stay hungry.'
                                                 -Dodds."
   
 Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten.  Once again, Dodds
has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought.  
He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way.  He may be a brute
sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still loves 
me.  And I'm still the best slave he's ever had.  Ah, crap.  I must be 
exhausted if I'm getting this maudlin.
 She started as the door opened.  Flora's head appeared around the edge of
the door.

 "Knock-knock?" she asked.

 "Flora.  Hi," Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear. 
"Come on in, love."

 Flora minced into the room on 6" heels, the patent leather pumps showing
off her calves nicely.  She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray, and 
she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role.  Her classic and
saucy French maid's uniform was made entirely from black latex, with 
several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath.  She wore
shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in the 
same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from 
under the skirt.  The dress was trimmed at the neck and puff-shouldered
sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband.  
She even had a pert little maid's cap on her head.

 "Who says you can't get good help these days?" croaked Mandy, sitting 
up with a wry grin.

 "You do, usually.  You must really be out of it, hon," replied Flora.

 "I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Mandy answered, "what's for 
breakfast?"

 "Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to
take it easy this morning.  You've got tea and juice, melon, yogurt, 
and... Ta-dah!  Blueberry muffins.  Butter's under here."

 "You are something, aren't you?" said Mandy, "I knew I kept you around 
for something."  She stretched and winced.  "Jeee-zus!  I'm not going to 
have sex for a month!  I ache all over."

 "Oh!" Flora added, "there're two aspirins under the saucer there.  Um.
I hope you're not serious about... what you just said."  No French maid 
ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.

 Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said,
"Sure.  Why not?  We're both oversexed anyway.  If I have to pay penance,
why shouldn't you?   And don't look at me that way!"

 Flora pouted harder.

 Mandy grinned a little.  "Well, we'll see.  Maybe you'll get some action
out of Jason.  I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with more 
than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit. "

 Flora blushed.  "He... he won't be giving me any trouble," she said.

  "Huh."  Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented.  
"I think, just this once, that I won't ask..."  Flora brightened visibly 
as Mandy continued, "..but I want a promise from you."

  "Anything, love- just ask!" replied Flora.

  Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression.  "After today, the 
two of you only have sex if I'm watching."

  Flora gulped, looking serious again.  "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a 
tiny voice.  She took Mandy's tray when she motioned that she was 
finished with it.

  Mandy stretched and sighed.  "Honey, that was really good.  But I 
think... *yawn*... I think I'm going to sleep some more.  Go have fun."

  Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern for 
her mistress wrinkling her forehead.  She waited until Mandy's breathing 
was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.

                                     FIN

                                   -=<*>=- 
 
  This ends the tale, Adventures In Rubber.  There will be more stories of
corsets and crinolines, rubber and leather, high heels and boots, featuring
Mandy, Flora, and Jason.  Stay tuned.

                                   -=<*>=-

