Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 15 -
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.
