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Adventures in Rubber 5
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From alt.sex.bondage Mon Apr 6 14:01:05 1992
Subject: Adventures In Rubber (story, long)
Summary: Chapter 5
Lines: 270
This is the next installment in the continuing serial, Adventures In Rubber.
Notice: this series contains descriptions of fetishes, bondage, and kinky
sex. If such offends you, hit 'n' now.
Note that there is very little pulse-pounding sex, psychological thrills, or
hard-core SM here. My purpose in writing this story is to hopefully provide
the fetishist readers of ASB with something aimed directly at their libidos.
Enjoy,
Bill.
Adventures in Rubber
by
Dr. Hevea
(part 5)
Mandy walked over. "Here, you'll need this." She handed Flora a hospital
-size tube of KY jelly. Flora lubricated the dildo, the butt-plug and
herself and moved as if to put it on.
"No," interrupted Mandy, "do all of the inside and coat yourself, too...
thoroughly."
Flora obeyed, spreading the slimey goo liberally over the inside of the
corselet, and then all over herself. When her torso was completely coated
in the glistening goo, she stepped into the garment and started pulling it
on. With both her hands and the rubber covered with lubricant, it took
several tries to get the dildo in, while Mandy unhelpfully stood by, watching
with a most unhelpful and predatory smile on her face. The rubber dong
seemed to be pushing into her stomach when she got it fully seated. It took
even longer for the butt plug, to allow her rear to relax, and she was
panting with arousal before it was over. She gasped as it slid home, and her
sphincter closed over the constriction.
Mandy still stood silently watching, neither helping nor criticizing.
Next Flora slipped her hands through the arm-holes, and her breasts
slithered into place. Her nipples hardened further at the first caresses of
the ribbed rubber cups. She had to struggle to get the front busk closed,
even though the back laces were loostened completely. She sent imploring
looks at Mandy, which were ignored. Finally, she got the last fastener hooked
and she relaxed slightly, her torso slipping around a little inside her steel
and rubber prison.
The next thing Mandy handed her was a pair of thigh length boots, made from
very shiny patent leather. They had six inch spike heels, and they laced
from toe to hip. She sat down on the bed and put them on. Even un-laced,
the corselet was so unyielding she had a hard time bending over to lace the
boots. The only thing that made it possible at all was that the boning
ended just over the hips, allowing her to bend at the hips slightly, although
she had to keep her back very straight, or the compression against her belly
would make it impossible to breathe.
Eventually, however, the boots were laced to Mandy's satisfaction, which
meant very tightly, and without wrinkles.
Flora stood up and walked about a bit, unsteadily, but successfully. She
had gotten a lot of practice at walking in very high heels, over the last
several years. The fact that she was tall, with somewhat long feet for a
woman helped a great deal. The dildos macking up and inside her did not help
her concentration, however. Nor did the little rubber fingers stimulating her
nipples every time she twisted or turned, help. And it was getting
increasingly hard to ignore the bits that fingered her clit and labia and
their rings.
"All right, I'll take it from here," said Mandy. She took Flora by both
hands and walked her over to an old-style corset 'lacing bar'. This was a
simple bar hung from the ceiling that one grasped over your head in order to
lift the breasts while a corset was laced. This one had leather cuffs added
which Mandy buckled onto Flora's wrists. When she hauled on the rope, it
pulled Flora's arms over her head, eventually forcing her to stand very
straight to prevent an uncomfortable tension on her wrists and shoulders.
Mandy began lacing the corset closed. K-Y jelly slurped and oozed out as
the corset's intimate grip tightened. After completing one pass, she stopped
and left the room, while Flora squirmed uncomfortably. In moments Mandy
returned, with a motor massager strapped onto her hand. She applied this to
Flora's crotch a few times, passed it over her breasts. Flora hummed softly
with delight. When she started to wiggle in ernest, Mandy stopped and sat
down. After a while, she started lacing again, pulling harder now this time,
until again, she took a break to allow Flora's waist and innards time to adapt
to their new shape. Once again, she applied the massager, stopping as soon
as Flora showed signs of an approaching orgasm. This time, she broke her
silence.
"Please, Mandy! This is too much! Let me come, just once, please!"
Mandy just smiled. Again she tightened the laces, the eyelet rows slowly
closing, even planting her knee in Floras back for leverage. Flora gasped.
This was the worst corset she had ever worn! She could feel her waist
compressing, her lubricated skin sliding under the slippery rubber to conform
to its new shape. The rigid, straight back of the corset began to pull her
into a more erect posture. This caused her breasts to re-adjust their
positions within the lubricated cups, which she had to admit, felt wonderful.
Mandy paused for breath, sat down and addressed her slave and lover.
"What do you think of your new clothes, Flora dear?"
Flora tried to sound enthusiastic, but in truth the dildoes and the fiendish
rubber fingers, combined with the delicious compression of her torso were
distracting her beyond her ability to fight. "It's uhh, very nice, mistress.
I unngh, like it very much." She shuddered with excitement, unable to obtain
release.
"Good! You'll like your new waistline, too, I'm sure." Mandy again bent to
her task. She pulled and heaved, until at last the eyelets met. She tied
off the laces, rolled them up, and then zipped closed a flap which covered
the lacing smoothly. She produced a tape measure and announced, "Nineteen
inches- Beautiful! That's probably about eighteen under the rubber.
Now don't go anywhere without me," she said, and left the room. She returned
moments later with several pieces of chromed metal tubing and an assortment of
complicated looking hardware.
Oh shit, thought Flora. Alex has built another one of his infernal
contraptions. I wonder what this one is going to do to me?
Mandy slid the longest tube, which was about five feet long, into the
reinforced rubber tube cemented to the back of the body shaper. She forced
Flora to stand ramrod straight, in order to get the pipe in. This was rather
uncomfortable, for the human back has a natural curve in it, and Flora's
relaxed posture was not the best.
The next piece, about 2 feet long, was slid over the first, at the bottom,
with a slip joint. At each end of this cross-piece was a ball joint fixed to
a leather cuff. These she buckled around Floras ankles. Next she threaded
a long thin rod into the threaded stud at Flora's crotch. This rod reached
the ankle crosspiece, where it was clamped rigidly to the center.
Now, any movement up or down by either foot would thrust the dildo in or out.
Further, any movement forward or back would twist the dildo back and forth.
The next piece of tubing, shaped like a `T', fitted into the top of the
vertical tube where it emerged from the rubber. It was equipped with leather
straps attached behind each shoulder, with a swivel-joint at each end.
Mandy fastened the straps around each shoulder, through the arm-pit.
She paused again to put the massager on Flora's breasts for a few seconds,
just to maintain her interest. Flora moaned, squirming as much as she could,
(which wasn't much) within the confining garment. Next, Mandy attached the
last two pieces of tubing. Each one connected the swivel joint at an ankle
with its corresponding swivel joint at the shoulder. The middle of the tubes
dropped into the swivel joints on the back of the body shaper at the hip, and
were held in by pins.
"My, my, Alex certainly is a craftsman," Mandy said. "This is possibly his
most ingenious invention." Flora's only reply was another soft moan. The
movement and shifting while getting the hardware attached to her had caused
the tight rubber corselet to slide back and forth over her slippery body,
rubbing and stimulating her until she nearly came.
"And now for the crowning glory," Mandy crooned, lifting up a rubber hood.
It had several attachments and fittings and she wiggled it as she walked
toward Flora with it. The thick rubber made a sort of liquid rustling sound
as she shook it. Flora looked mournfully back. Fine beads of persperation
had appeared on her forehead.
"Oh, knock off with the sad eyes Flora, I know you too well. You're probably
having the time of your life right now. Well, you may think this feels
wonderful now, but remember, it's possible to have too much of a good thing."
"Too much sex?" Flora taunted, panting, "is that possible?"
"That, my dear, is what we are... that is YOU... are going to find out.
I'll wager, that you'll be begging for relief before this is over."
"Yeah," panted Flora, "Sounds like...ah! a safe bet." She was grinning openly
now.
Mandy held up the hood, turning it 'round, so that Flora could get a good
look at it. "You like discipline hoods, don't you, slut?" The game was afoot
again.
"Oh YES, mistress," replied Flora, picking up on her cue.
"Well, you're not going to love THIS one for long," she said softly. Flora
looked at it with a little apprehension. It was a heavy rubber helmet molded
from more of the heavy latex. It too, looked to be about 1/8-inch thick.
The face had been molded to look exactly like a human female, if human women
had very shiny ebony-black skin. There were naturally shaped holes for the
eyes, and stubby little tubes that fit up into the nostrils. It had a long
collar built in.
There were buckling straps along the sides and back, a breathe-through
inflatable gag fitted at the mouth, and two dozen 'd' rings down the back for
lacing. It was a formidable helmet, and Flora was duly intimidated.
Without further ado, Mandy pushed it on over Flora's defiant, grinning face,
pulling it back, and checking to see that the nostril tubes were properly
seated. She made sure that the inflatable gag was forced well into her
slave's mouth.
She lifted one rear edge and asked Flora if she could breathe easily. Flora
grunted once to indicate that she could. Fun was fun, but you didn't play
games with your breathing. Next Mandy seated an earpiece in each ear, pulled
the flaps back, and began lacing it up.
From the start, it was obvious to Flora that this hood would be quite severe.
Before Mandy tightened the laces, there were almost 2 inches of space at the
rear. When she was done, there was none. The lacing went all the down the
neck, the posture collar sealing nicely to the collar of the body suit,
forcing Flora's head erect and her gaze, straight ahead. Flora moaned a
little more loudly during the lacing process, perhaps testing the gag, perhaps
losing control but unable to do anything about it.
The last thing Mandy put on her slave was a wide rubber belt that had a pair
of opera-length, molded rubber gloves glued to it at the palms. Flora's arms
were released from the lacing bar, powdered, and the gloves pulled on all the
way up to her shoulders.
Her hands were forced to conform to the gloves where the fingers and palms
were cemented to the belt. Eyelets at the top of the gloves and at the
shoulders of her corselet were laced together, trapping her arms in the
tight-fitting gloves.
When the belt was put around her waist and laced at the back, its purpose
became obvious. She now appeared to be standing with her hands on her hips,
and they would stay that way until she was let out.
Mandy's last step was to attach a bulb inflator to the fitting at the
mask-helmet's mouth, and give it four slow squeezes. She removed the bulb
from the miniature one-way valve and inserted a small red plug into the valve.
The valve now looked like a red mole or beauty mark next to her mouth.
The breathing hole was practically invisible between the molded red lips of
the mask.
When all was said and done, Mandy stepped back to admire her handiwork.
Before her stood a strange but proud looking mannequin, over six feet tall,
wearing red leather thigh boots laced tight and smooth, right to the bottom of
her black rubber corselet. Her hips and breasts were exaggerated enormously
by her tiny 19 inch waist. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, her diaphragm
being temporarily unavailable for duty. Her back was literally straight as
an arrow, and her head was held proudly, if forcibly high. She stood with
hands planted on hips, as if daring all comers to a sexual duel.
Her face had the appearance of polished ebony, with prominent, if artificial,
cheekbones and a bald, gleaming black head. Various chromed steel tubes peeked
from behind her.
Mandy carefully turned her around to look in the full length dressing mirror.
A muffled "Mmmmm, mph!" announced Flora's appreciation for her new look. She
twisted this way and that to examine the hardware attached behind her, grunting
with pleasure as each twist of her body resulted in something being stimulated.
She experimentally lifted a foot, and groaned.
Mandy had to catch her to keep her from falling.
Mandy attached a small wire lead to a socket in one ear of the helmet. The
other end was plugged into a small box which she clipped onto Flora's belt.
When Mandy flipped a switch, a light glowed on the box. "If you can hear me,
Flora, nod your oops, no...grunt once."
"Grmmp" said Flora.
"Excellent! Now we're going to breakfast. I'm sure Jason is practically
starving, and I know he'll be glad to see you. Now walk ahead of me, and
don't worry about going too slow, heh-heh."
They headed for the lift cage, just over twenty feet away.
( to be continued... )
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