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Adventures in Rubber 10
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Adventures in Rubber
by
Dr. Hevea
Part 10
Having left Flora and Jason temporarily to their fate, Mandy bustled about
the house, daydreaming about new torments and preparing dinner. Her spike
heels clicked loudly on the kitchen tiles. Despite what she had told Jason,
she had neither the need nor the inclination to go shopping. She was a firm
believer in safety, and she checked up on her two subjects periodically
through the peep-hole.
As she was eating a snack lunch, she heard a yelp from one of the dogs,
and looked out the kitchen window to check on them. One of them, Zeus, was
apparently sleeping peacefully right below the window. She shrugged and
had started to set out dishes on the dining room table when the doorbell
rang. She jumped. That sound hadn't been heard since her father had
installed the automatic gate seven years ago. She was suprised it still
worked.
"Now who in the hell can that be?" she wondered aloud.
"The dogs'll tear them to shreds if they're not careful."
She hurried to the door and opened it. On her doorstep stood a tall,
attractive man wearing a mustache and a bowler, and carrying a sample case.
He looked a bit old to be a door to door salesman, and she thought, a bit
familiar, too. None of the dogs were in sight.
"Hello!" he said, before she could ask who he was, or how he had avoided
becoming Rottweiller food. "I'm giving away free samples of Forest brand
air freshener!"
He held up an aerosol can. "Just smell this springtime-fresh scent!"
Before an irritated Mandy could tell him, "We're not interested!",
the man let go a shot from the can, enveloping her head in a cloud of mist.
It doesn't smell like air freshener at all, she thought, as the daylight
began to dim around her, it smells....
The 'salesman' stepped forward quickly as her knees buckled, caught her as
she toppled, and lowered her gently to the floor. Moving fast, he pulled
her inside, grabbed his sample case, looking once around outside, and closed
the door. The whole exchange had taken less than fifteen seconds.
Inside, he knelt by her head, felt her pulse, examined her pupils.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself, "Now where's that slave, Flower, or
whatever she calls her..." He peeled off the false mustache as he headed for
the stairs. After searching the house, he finally discovered Jason and Flora
by following faint noises coming from the basement door. He stood staring in
appreciation at the two for several minutes, and then chuckling, returned
upstairs. Flora and Jason missed him completely, since Flora had her back to
the door, and Jason couldn't have made out a face that far away, due to his
distorted view through the silicone rubber helmet. Even if they had seen
him, they would have been quite beyond caring in any case.
The new visitor checked Mandy's unconscious form most carefully then,
examining fingernail color, and palpating with the skill of a doctor.
Indeed, he used his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff as if from long
experience. From his sample case he removed a small syringe and gave her a
carefully measured injection. She must have been close to coming around, as
she moaned shortly and fell silent again.
At this, the doctor, or salesman, or whatever he was, demonstrated
considerable strength as he picked up and hoisted her body into a fireman's
carry. He carried her to the lift, seeming to know precisely where it was,
took her upstairs, and deposited her on the floor, next to her bed. After a
trip outside, he returned hauling a heavy steamer trunk and two large
suitcases. From these, he produced several shaker bottles, plastic bags full
of bandages, and various articles made of rubber. On the bed, he spread a
large plastic sheet and sprinkled it liberally with talc. Again he lifted
Mandy's inert body and dumped her on the bed. He pulled off her hair, which
proved to be a wig, and lathered her short-cropped hair with shaving cream.
Soon, her now bald head gleamed in the bright ceiling lamps.
Next he laboriously unlaced her boots, then removed the rubber miniskirt,
bullet bra, and gloves.
"No underwear today?" he asked her inanimate form, "you must have been
expecting somewhat more intimate play later, hmm?"
He paused in his work to take off his tie and roll up his sleeves. Man-
handling a limp human body was hard work, even for someone in excellent
physical condition.
He powdered her nude body thoroughly with talcum and then searched through
her closet until he found a very thin black latex catsuit, with attached feet
and gloves. It was one of her best ones, custom made to her exact
measurements, with molded breast cups, and attached hood, feet, and gloves.
He spent the better part of an hour getting it on her limp and uncooperative
body, then covered the back zipper with a thin strip of rubber, cemented in
place. Except for the open face of the hood, she was now sealed in a water-
tight covering.
After the cement had dried, sealing her securely into the thin, shiny
black suit, he paused for a moment, admiring his handiwork.
She looks like she's been painted black, he thought, as he gazed at her
immobilized form. Definitely the best rubber work I've ever seen. If she
doesn't go bankrupt first, she'll have the best collection in the country!
To be sure, the suit was well-made, and it fit her body like a second skin,
forming a smooth, shiny coating from her head to her toes.
His next move was to the bar, pausing for a sample of scotch on the way to
his car. After retrieving several more cases from the trunk, he began a tour
of the house, assembling a strange array of utensils and supplies from his
car trunk and the kitchen.
After twenty minutes, he was ready. He began wrapping her body, from the
toes up, in white gauze bandages. When she was practically mummified, he
made another trip outside, returning with a six foot long board, three
feet wide, and covered with a plastic cushion. He tilted it against a
dresser and unceremoniously nailed it to the floor, after which he lifted
the mummy from the bed and set her on the slanted board. It had a small
ledge at the bottom which her feet rested upon.
After making another trip to the kitchen, he returned with a huge, heavy
pot, and setting this aside, he again checked her vital signs. Apparently
satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet plaster bandage.
He carefully applied it to her unconscious body, forming a plaster cast.
Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her feet toward her head, covering
her in a smooth, warm, and thick layer, surrounding even the individual
fingers, which he splayed wide upon the board. When she was encased up to
her neck in a rapidly hardening total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and
carried it down the hall, to a guest room. When he returned, he pulled from
one of his cases a heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed
leather gag, and put it on her head.
When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily,
he locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs.
When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened to
her. I remember that salesman, she thought, and then... nothing. His face
had seemed strangely familiar...
About this time, she realized that she couldn't move. In fact, she was
held so rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn't imagine how it
had been done. Oh, NO! she thought. It's Dodds, it must be! I should have
known I was overdue for one of his visits, why didn't I recognize him?
And just when I was really starting to have fun with Jason.
...what in the world has he got me in, a block of cement?
Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else, Mandy
was not one hundred percent dominant. When she had lived with Mr. Dodds, she
had spent many happy, sweaty hours in bondage. With women, she tended to
be dominant. With a very few men, she felt submissive.
Maybe that's why I've been going easy on Jason, she thought. Damnation!
What HAS he got me in- a body cast? She tried to wriggle a bit, just to test
the limits of her bondage, but found it quite impossible. Every inch of her
body was enveloped in something hard and inflexible, except her head.
She realized from the strong smell of leather that her head was laced into
one of his hand-tooled bondage helmets.
It fit her head as if it had been made from her measurements, (it had) and
the high, curved collar allowed very little movement. She tasted the leather
gag filling her mouth, and felt her nipples grow stiff. She grinned to
herself within the helmet. Damn! she thought, betrayed by my own body.
After what seemed a very long time, Mandy jerked awake, not realizing she
had fallen asleep again. Someone was making noise in the room. A soft voice
she now recognized as Mr. Dodds' said, "Well, my dear, how do you like my
handy-work? Yes, yes, I know, I'll remove the gag in a moment. Let me just
get my things ready."
A minute later, she felt him undo the lacing at the back, and shortly
she was blinking at the bright overhead light. It took her a few moments to
work the stiffness out of her mouth and jaw.
"I see you let me stay in my own room, at least," she offered.
"Yes, well, don't worry," Dodds replied, "you folks won't be staying up here
long. I have great plans for you all."
"I'm sure you do."
"Why, Mandy! You sound petulant, almost as if you aren't glad to see me.
And after we had such fun together on my last visit. Don't you remember?"
Mandy certainly did remember, and remembering, her nipples grew hard again,
and she felt a slight warmth grow in her crotch.
"You bastard," she exclaimed softly, "you've no right to come barging in
here, knocking people out and covering us up in... in... what the hell have
you got me in, anyway?"
She looked down. For the first time she saw the plaster cast, molded closely
to her body, mummifying her. She was impressed, but tried not to show it.
"Well, anyway, I was just getting reacquainted with an old boyfriend,
and now you show up! I..."
"Now, now," interrupted Dodds, "don't get yourself in a snit. We're all
going to have a wonderful time, and you can have him all to yourself when I
leave. By the way, how long was he planning on staying?"
"Won't say," she answered, pouting as a child might. There might have been
a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Now don't be petulant, my dear," countered Dodds, smiling an almost fatherly
smile back at her, "you know how unpleasant I can get when people try to
defy me." He stared fixedly into her eyes.
For a few moments, she stared defiantly back, then she broke into a grin
and shook her head.
"Very well," said Dodds, "if you won't talk, you don't need your head free."
He rummaged through her closet. "Hmmph. Cleaned house again, eh? Well,
I ought to find something suitable downstairs."
He walked out the door, and returned minutes later with a heavy wad of
black rubber in his hand.
"My my," breathed Dodds, "This is new, Flora must have been a very bad girl."
He held up the hood for Mandy to see. She gulped: it was only too familiar
to her, since it had been custom made to her own design.
It was made of very thick rubber, the front molded into a feminine face.
It was equipped with an inflatable penis-gag with a tube through it for
breathing. A short, thick hose leading to a small rubber bag was attached to
a fitting at the mouth. Heavy laces closed the rear, and a panel with a
locking zipper secured them from prying fingers.
She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to ask for mercy.
Mr. Dodds opened the hood wide, and forced the dildo gag between her lips.
He smiled. "Oh come now Mandy, you're not resisting much. You'll never
get sympathy that way- you're enjoying yourself to much"
After opening the breathing valve wide, he pulled the heavy hood over her
head, and laced it up tight. Mandy moaned something. Dodds listened to her
breathing for a moment, then fitted a puffer bulb to the valve between the
molded-in lips of the mask.
A few pumps visibly swelled the mask at the cheeks, and brought a few
satisfactory moans from inside the immobile, shiny black head.
When the pump was removed, he stood grinning down at her for a moment before
returning to his work. He had brought in several plastic tarps and an
evil-looking motorized surgical saw.
After laying things out, he searched through her closet for various rubber
and leather articles for several minutes, occasionally chuckling or muttering
to himself as he discovered items of interest. Reappearing from under mounds
of leather and latex, he hauled out his booty and piled them on the
foot stool at the foot of the bed.
Again Dodds stopped to listen to her breathing. It was long and breathless
sounding now. He knew that the rubber bag at her mouth was forcing her
to re-breathe some of her exhalation, concentrating the CO2, and making her
feel breathless. He chuckled to himself. "Still want to keep secrets from
your master, dear?" he taunted. He spoke normally, knowing that she would
have to control her breathing and strain to hear his words. "Well, we'll
give you another HOUR OR TWO to think it over." A long moan came from within
the mask. Apparently she could hear him well enough. He picked up the
stainless steel motor-saw.
"I'm going to cut you out of your cast now, Mandy. I want you to remain
completely still until I tell you otherwise, alright?"
"UM-HMM!" Mandy grunted.
"You may feel warm spots, or vibration, but don't worry, you can't be
cut." He plugged in the motorized saw. It was a medical cast cutter, with
an oscillating head that would cut the hard and brittle plaster, but nothing
soft or flexible, such as flesh. He flicked the switch and a high pitched
whine filled the air. He bent to his task.
It took him just under half an hour, to finish the job. He had cut
carefully around her entire body at the sides, leaving the body cast in two
pieces. Gently, he lifted the top half from her body. He set it aside for
the moment, and helped Mandy to her feet. Being held absolutely immobile
for many hours had not helped her muscles any, and she collapsed on the bed,
the bag on her hood swelling and collapsing in a fast rhythm as she gasped
for air. Quickly, Dodds attached cuffs to each of her limbs, and before she
could recover her breath, stretched her arms and legs toward the bed posts
with long leather straps.
"That should keep you for a bit," he said.
After washing the plaster dust off of her suit, he picked up one of the
bundles from the bed and grinned.
"Now this suit here... this is a very nice piece of work.
It must have cost you several hundred pounds, at least!"
It was a complicated-looking full body suit.
"However..." he said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed,
"however... I would wager... that you never expected to have this used on
yourself!"
He held the thing up to look at it, turning it this way and that in the
lights. "You know, it appears to be sized for your slave. I'm sure you
wouldn't dream of wearing something so obviously designed for sexual torment,
so it must have been intended for Flora. It might be a tight fit, but that's
nothing that a little lubrication won't cure." The sightless Mandy moaned
again, wondering which her many diabolical designs he held. She knew how
sensual the suits felt when worn by her slave, and how difficult they could
be to endure after a very short time. But if it were sized for Flora...
she doubted it would fit her larger frame very well. She also realized that
latex stretched a lot, and that an overly tight fit wouldn't bother her
tormentor at all.
Dodds picked up one of the many bottles lying about and slathered a thick
greasey liquid over her latex-covered body. She hummed softly with delight
and squirmed sensually on the bed, arching her hips upwards as his hand
passed over her crotch.
"My," exclaimed Dodds as he unzipped the new suit, "you certainly seem
eager, but you know I can't let you off that easily."
He untied one of her legs and began pulling the thick rubber onto it.
The entire suit was made of very thick red latex and was fitted with
numerous straps and d-rings molded and cemented to the rubber along the
limbs and torso. The torso itself was in effect, a Victorian corset,
having steel boning and canvas sewn and glued between the double layers
of the suit. The feet ended in reinforced straps, holding d-rings.
The arms were terminated in heavy and snug mittens, again with d-rings
attached at the ends.
As he slithered the heavy rubber up over her glistening feet, he smiled,
listening to her excited breathing hissing in the rubber bag. The legs of
the suit were sized too small for Mandy's more voluptuous figure, and
Dodds had to strain a little to pull it over her legs.
Soon he had the body of the suit wrestled over her torso and was sliding
her arms into the mitten-ended arms of the suit. These too, were a bit of
a struggle at first, but soon slid on with a liquid sigh. Straps were
buckled tightly over the wrists, then the long back zip was laboriously
pulled up, and the undersized suit slithered tighter.
He threaded the rebreathing bag from her mask through the open mouth hole
of the suit's hood before pulling it on. After coating the hood she was
already wearing with more of the thick lubricant, he forced the heavy red
helmet of the punishment suit over it, zipped it up the back, and laced it
tight. Fortunately for Mandy, the only part of the suit that wasn't made
to be a tight fit was the neck, or she might have had difficulty breathing.
Her head was now encased in two layers of latex, making almost a quarter-
inch of rubber, holding her head and neck practically rigid.
Finally, laces were threaded into the dozens of small d-rings on either
side of the zipper, and he began pulling. The built-in corset had been
tailored to Flora's smaller figure, and he stopped for long breaks several
times, using the opportunity to check on his other two prisoners. Slowly,
Mandy's waist adjusted to it's new shape. As each lacing session brought
the suit tighter and tighter around Mandy's torso, it forced her body into an
improbable, yet very exotic-looking hourglass shape.
He laughed to hear her grunts and wheezes, interspersed with moans of
pleasure as the compression of her body excited her. When the lacing was
complete, he wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.
"Incredible!" he proclaimed softly, "barely twenty-two inches, over the
outside, that would be about twenty one under the suit."
Despite the radical cut of the corset her hips and bust were at their normal
size, of course, roughly 38 inches. For anyone else, this might have been
impossible. Only Mandy's routine corseting allowed him to accomplish the
drastic reduction. She writhed on the bed now, her breath coming in
shallower gasps. Mr. Dodds allowed her to suffer for a moment, then removed
the rebreathing bag from her helmet, knowing that she would be inhaling far
less air with her ribcage compressed. He looked around the room.
"You know, I really can't fault your taste in furniture," he commented.
He was tying pulleys to the heavy top rails of her French provincial bed.
He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him very well inside the
two thick rubber helmets.
"These frames make one wonder," he continued, "whether the whole French
nation was kinky. They're ideal for people like us." He was clipping
the puley ropes to the rings at the sides of her suit. When they were
all secure, he released the straps at her ankles and wrists and started
hauling on the ropes, one by one. Mandy moaned in fright after a few tugs,
probably because she hadn't figured out yet what was being done to her.
As each rope began to take part of her weight, he would tie it off, moving to
the next, repeating the process until she was suspended upside down over the
mattress. Then he reattached the straps to the rings on the feet, mittens,
and helmet of the suit, and stretched each one tightly to the corners of the
canopy frame. Next, he fastened additional straps to the many d-rings on the
sides of the limbs and torso of the suit. Each of the outside straps he
stretched tight to the canopy frame, while each of the inner-facing ones he
pulled taught to it's mate on the opposing limb. The last touch was to remove
the pulley-ropes, so that the heavy suit and straps alone supported her
weight. When he was done, Mandy was suspended between a web-work of straps,
the rubber suit stretched out a little at each attachment point.
When finished, Mr. Dodds stepped back to admire her. She was still wearing
the the thin latex catsuit underneath of course, but with the addition of the
shiny red bondage suit laced tightly over it. The straps pulled this out
from her body at dozens of places, and this, combined with the tightly
stretched mittens and feet spreading her in mid air, made her body appear
stretched as well into a strange, yet erotic caricature of the female
form, the stretched points giving the red rubber the appearance of thorns.
She was taking deep breaths now, her breasts heaving, in order to get enough
air in the confines of the suit, and Dodds watched her for several minutes.
After a short while he nodded to himself, hefted half of the cast under each
arm, and whistled his way downstairs.
... to be continued
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