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Adventures in Rubber 9
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Adventures in Rubber
by
Dr. Hevea
( part 9 )
Jason did not have to wait long before Flora's shiny black face appeared
at the door, followed shortly by the rest of her exquisite form. She
strutted awkwardly over to the treadmill at Mandy's prodding. Jason squirmed
in embarassment as Flora's amazed eyes took in his situation. He was acutely
conscious of his bald head plainly visible under the layer of clear rubber.
Mandy gave a short speech about her excuses for "punishing" them, then
began fiddling with equipment. After securing Flora on the treadmill, she
produced a large curved box with a small motor mounted on it. It looks like
a turtle being humped by a kitchen mixer, he thought.
This was secured directly over his crotch with suction cups, and then by
straps to the edge of the frame.
The underside of the box was equipped with soft suction cups. He had
a good idea what the device was for. Mandy plugged a lead into the box, and
walked around behind him. A puff of cool air revealed that the plugged hole
in the bottom sheet of rubber had been removed. Soon, he grunted in surprise
as Mandy's greased finger probed his rectum.
The sensation was new to him, but pleasant enough, and he felt himself grow
excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame. He had never had
anything like this done to him, and was absurdly ashamed that it felt good.
Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object was felt. It was soft
and pliable, and went right in, plugging his anus firmly. He promptly
embarassed himself by getting an erection. Mandy claimed that the plug in
his rear would sense contractions, and shut off the machine on his crotch.
This was not the good news. He was already mortally afraid of what Flora
might think of him, having seen him degraded like this. Of course, he
already knew what Mandy thought of him. He couldn't understand it, at times
she seemed to genuinely love him, yet she forced these perverse and bizarre
ordeals upon him. For a moment, he admitted to himself what he had been
trying to deny- that everything she had done so far he had found enjoyable.
It didn't occur to him that Flora had been going through similar trials
for years, and despite today's unusual developments, loved the relationship
she had with Mandy.
When Mandy was finished, she announced she was leaving. She said she was
going out shopping!
Jason was horrified. How could she leave them like this? Anything could
happen... He began struggling to free himself, but the elastic grip
of the silicone was relentless. He couldn't budge.
The machine was on now, and to his dismay, he found it was no simple
vibrator. With slow, undulating movements, the underside of it pulled and
prodded at his crotch with the suction cups, while vibrating like a purring
lion. It felt wonderful. This may not be so bad, he thought.
The sight of Flora struggling valiantly in her strange, erotic outfit made
him all the more randy, and he found himself thrusting involuntarily at the
vibrator that hugged his crotch. Soon, he was close to coming, but before he
came, it stopped. Just like that. To say he was disappointed would have
been an understatement.
He remembered Mandy's lecture about the pressure switch now lodged in
his rear. He tried to relax.
After a few minutes, perhaps determined by a timer, the little box began
again. This time, he determined to hold out until the end, and have done
with it. His motionless body betrayed him however, and at the moment of
truth, his sphincter contracted, the little box shut down, and Jason growled
in frustration. As he waited for the inevitable, he glanced around.
There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of all
sorts hanging on hooks around the room. The motion of Flora caught his eye
again, and he heard the muted moans of her exertion through his rubber
head-mask.
She must be going through hell, he thought. Actually, had he asked her,
she would have been hard-pressed to say whether she was in Paradise or
Perdition.
Jason jerked in surprised response to the mechanical fiend at his crotch,
as it came to life yet again.
This is getting annoying, he thought. The sight of Floras shapely, rubber-
covered body had aroused him no end, and the alien sensation of his own
trap was heightened by the insistent prodding, vibrating massage on his cock
and balls. Soon again he felt on the verge of a climax, when the machine
stopped. He called down rubber-muffled curses upon the fiend who had
built the infernal device for Mandy.
He was panting now with overheated frustration and desire. He wanted Flora,
or Mandy, or for that matter, any handy woman, in the worst way, and his
immobility was driving him nuts. He knew that Mandy would have to be gone a
long time, even if she went to the nearest store, which was miles away. The
thought of spending the next several hours helpless while enduring
alternating states of arousal and frustration infuriated him.
The obscene motions of the massager started up again.
He closed his eyes, ignoring Flora's pleading eyes, and tried to think of
his job, the street where he lived, anything but kinky sex. For a few
minutes he succeeded, but the sensations of his strange imprisonment could
not be ignored, his libido soon won out, and he daydreamed instead.
He saw Mandy in the latex and leather outfit she had worn at the party,
strutting toward him on impossibly high heels, her hips swaying within the
skin tight hobble skirt like two piglets wrestling under a blanket.
He shivered with desire for her, and his stiff prick strained at the
silicone material that covered him. Once again, the silent switch in
his ass detected the squirming, and shut off the vibrating "turtle",
preventing him from ejaculating.
He yelled into the tight rubber helmet, his eyes squeezed shut, then opened
them and stared wildly around the room, searching for something to hate.
All he saw was Flora, still walking, her chest heaving, her eyes closed.
As he watched, she straightened even more, arched her legs and back against
the metal restraints, and shook all over.
He heard her scream of passion even through her gagged mask and his own
layer of thick rubber. She had stopped dead on the treadmill, and hung
limply in her harness, right up against the shock prods, jerking and
squirming in her rubber sheath. For a moment, he was afraid that some
horrible fate had befallen his erstwhile lover. But after a few moments, she
grunted, jerked away from the rear of the treadmill, and began walking
again. He could not be angry with her, for she was in a worse situation
than he was!
This cycle went on for some time, blurring into a haze of maddened, over-
heated passion in which neither of them knew nor cared about the time.
They each had submerged completely in the overpowering sensations wracking
their bodies, and for a time, the light of madness burned in each pair of
rubber-bordered eyes.
time passed.....
The next thing Jason felt was a sudden numbness. He realized slowly that
the cycle of vibrating massage had ceased. He heard noises faintly through
his clear rubber helmet, and opened his eyes.
There was a stranger in the room! He panicked, wondering what this grinning
man in his tweed suit must think of their bizarre entrapment.
All the man said was, "Hello," while he casually looked about the room.
Flora must have seen him speak, because she shook her head vigorously, and
the man looked puzzled for a moment. He walked over to her, examined her
clothing and equipment and flipped the switch on her belt. He gave each of
them in turn a soft smile, and began speaking softly.
Jason could not quite make out what he was saying, because of the silicone
helmet covering his head. He caught the words, "Miss Rafool's", "Rescue",
and "Master", but the rest was a faint jumble. He shouted into the helmet,
trying to get the man to release him, or at least repeat his words more
loudly, but the man only smiled at him, and began freeing Flora from her
harness and the treadmill. He didn't stop there.
He began removing the metal tubing, the cuffs, the gloves, and finally, the
tight rubber corselet, until she stood nude, shivering slightly, covered in a
shiny film of K-Y jelly and sweat. Jason had to admire her youthful, athletic
body. For the first time since he had arrived at Mandy's home, he saw
Flora's body completely nude. He stared at her high, firm breasts, like a
pubescent teenager and watched a rivulet of the slippery fluid trickle down
between them, across her belly and into her crotch. Her narrow waist and
ample hips showed a few angry red creases, revealing just how severely tight
the rubber corset had been.
The thought of this lush body, imprisoned in the bizarre rubber outfit
excited him even more. He realized he'd closed his eyes. Seeing her in the
flesh was somehow less exciting than she had seemed only minutes ago.
Voluptuous as she was, her nude skin seemed strange, almost imperfect, after
seeing her only in rubber for the past twenty-four hours.
For a few moments, he imagined himself in her place, waste tightly
compressed, held rigidly upright by the tightly laced boning of the corset,
breasts and clitoris being fondled by tiny fingers of rubber. He remembered
that Mandy had mentioned there were two dildoes in the crotch of the suit, and
he longed to know how that felt.
What am I thinking?! Jason asked himself. Am I turning into a transvestite?
To Jason's relatively conservative mind, that thought was still a little
repellent.
But he suppressed it only with difficulty.
The newcomer smiled at Jason and turned toward the door. He led Flora away.
Just like that! Jason was infuriated, then worried. The guy obviously
wasn't here as their rescuer, he'd left Jason still clamped in the firm
embrace of his transparent sandwich. Jason shuddered, wondering what the man
might intend to do with Flora, what sort of new ordeals he would have to
endure because of Mandy's foolhardiness.
He wondered if she were still out shopping, oblivious to their fate, or had
she fallen prey to the mysterious stranger as well? For the moment, there
was nothing to do but wait, hoping that nothing untoward had happened to his
old and new lovers. He read the papers, knew what sort of criminals existed
in the world and, had he been religious, he would have prayed that they were
not about to become statistics.
After an interminable wait, with no further sign of the man, he succumbed to
extreme fatigue and fell asleep, despite his upright, taut position.
When he awoke, it was to the sight of the mysterious stranger, still in his
tweed jacket, but without his mustache and beard! Eventuously, Jason noticed
that the man was incongruously wearing rubber surgeon's gloves.
Going around to Jason's rear, the man gently removed the butt-plug sensor
from the embarassed young man, and removed the thick silicone helmet from
his head.
"Hello again," the man said, when Jason could hear better. "I am Mr. Dodds.
As I explained to Flora, I am afraid I'm not here as your rescuer, but rather
as your new master. Tut! Tut!," he said as Jason made to speak out in denial,
"I am afraid Mandy will not be in charge for awhile, since I am taking over.
I have known Miss Rafool for years, and every so often I drop in and...
stay for awhile. I gather she wasn't expecting me this time, but,
c'est la vie!
Actually, you will find me a rather benevolent and fun-loving master, but
your master I shall be, whether you like it or not! Now, you can have it
easy, or you can have it hard, er so to speak. Either way, I WILL get your
cooperation, regardless of what means I have to use. How shall it be?"
Jason had never been involved in bondage or SM organizations. He had never
heard of safe-words, or the importance of consensuality. But he did realize
that there was nothing he could do in his helpless position. He decided to
go along for now, then escape this mad-house at the earliest opportunity.
Since Dodds seemed to have a penchant for formal speech, he smiled at him
and said, "Well, I suppose I have no choice, I'll do whatever you say."
"An excellent attitude, we'll get along just fine! Now, in case you were
entertaining any ideas about escape, you should know that although I was
forced to tranquilize Mandy's pets earlier, they are now quite awake and
rather upset. I can't recommend going outside the house. Now, let's get you
out of there." Perversely, he whistled as he worked, and soon had Jason free
and standing nude upon the tiles. "Now, don't be embarassed," he commented,
as Jason looked for something to cover himself in. "I used to be a doctor,
and you're in fine shape- you've nothing to be embarassed about. By the way,
I don't believe I have your name? We may as well get acquainted."
"Jason," replied a rather bemused Jason, "Jason McCroft."
Mr. Dodds beamed at him. "Jason. An adventurers' name." He pointed to
the doorway and said, "Well, lets go upstairs Jason, you look like you could
use a drink and some rest." He chuckled. "You know, I think Mandy gets more
ingenious with every year- that silicone rubber thingummy is really quite
clever, I'd love to see Mandy in it. Of course, she stole the idea for
The Well from me. Has she put you in there yet?"
"Uh, no. I'm not even sure what it is."
They reached the top of the stairs and turned into the sitting room.
Dodds continued his monolog.
"Ahh. Hm. I used it on her once. What's your poison?"
Jason was surprised. "Single malt scotch, if she has it. You mean, you were
Mandy's uh, `master', once? And what is The Well?"
It had sounded rather ominous when Mr. Dodds had said it. You could hear
the capitals.
Mr. Dodds laughed, "Oh, I'm her master still! I turned her loose on the
world when she got bored with me, but I see she's still interested in the
more bizarre elements of our relationship. I drop in once a year or so, just
to remind her who's boss. She is very dominant with most people, but she
submits to me after a few hours. As for The Well, I shall keep that my
little secret for a while."
He poured Jason his drink, adding, "We're going to have a grand old time,
you'll see. I have some special things planned, and you'll fit right in.
By the way, is Flora still as randy as she used to be?"
He laughed as Jason blushed and said nothing.
"I thought so. She was a lover of mine for a short while, and I suggested
she look up Mandy when I found out she preferred women. It was hard to let
her go, but she's probably much happier now. She and Mandy are two out of
four of the only women I've ever met who were really dedicated fetishists."
That comment surprised Jason and he looked up with interest. "Really?
Who are the other two?"
"One is my current flame, and the other is someone I'd just as soon forget."
Jason was beginning to feel tired suddenly, the day's activities and the
scotch were apparently taking their toll. Mr. Dodds said, "Listen, old
boy, why don't you go upstairs and lie down before you fall down?" Jason
agreed and Mr. Dodds escorted him up.
He also locked the door when he was sure that Jason was asleep.
Jason awoke to the sound of clinking dishes, but couldn't see anything.
I don't remember it being this dark in here, he thought. When he tried to
get out of bed his senses reeled. His entire body was frozen solid, as if
made of stone! He soon realized that he was embedded in some sort of hard,
inflexible material, and that the only thing left mobile was his head.
His head, on the other hand, was tightly encased in a leather helmet, and
his mouth was stuffed with a soft leather gag. Instinctually, he tried to
yell for help. "MMmmph!"
The voice of Mr. Dodds said, "Ahh! Awake, I see. Are you ready for
breakfast?"
Jason was confused. So far as he knew, it was about six o'clock in the
evening. At least, that's what he'd left his clock set for.
He grunted a question. "Mmmph?"
Mr. Dodds chuckled. "Alright, let's get you started."
Jason heard a zipper being undone over his eyes and saw Mr. Dodds' face lit
by the bedside lamp.
He was in his room, but things looked tilted, wrong. Then the fact occured
to him that HE was tilted. He lay on something which held him at an angle,
something leaning against the dresser, judging from the view.
He looked down. He was solidly encased in a rock-hard plaster body cast.
No wonder he couldn't move a muscle! Now that he knew the cause, he found
the sensation interesting, perhaps a little erotic. If he didn't try to
move, his body seemed to no longer exist, floating on clouds. But as soon as
he so much as twitched a leg or arm, his skin made him instantly aware of how
rigidly immobile his body really was.
Mr Dodds was moving a breakfast tray toward him. "I trust you are
comfortable? I've had to take extreme measures after your's and Flora's over
-stimulation yesterday. The cast will subdue physical sensations, and you
should be back to normal in no time."
Jason looked doubtful. "Why don't you just tell us to lie in bed for a
couple hours without moving?"
Mr. Dodds smiled. "Why, because I have ulterior motives, of course.
Now, open your mouth and have some cereal."
...to be continued
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