Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 13 -
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.
