Rubber In The Night, Episode 2
By MrBondskin
Gina's eyes started to blink open. She was finally regaining consciousness. She
looked out blankly for a few seconds, then she remembered seeing the briefcase
full of branding irons and letter templates. Oh my God, she instantly thought
again.
At that moment, she heard Bondskin giving directions to his two favorite slave
girls. Gina instantly recognized them from Studio 54. Gina started to move in
their general direction, but realized abruptly that she was unable to move.
Bondskin had begun another party upstairs in his private suit at the MGM. Gina
was facing the glass of the window, not more than two inches from it. There
were no concrete walls on this end of the suite, only glass walls. Her arms
were spread wide above her head, shackled to the chains from the ceiling. (
Bondskin had a few minor alterations made to the suite since his arrival). Her
ankles were spread and bound by chains that descended to the floor. Gina's
rubber body suit had been removed and she was completely naked now save for the
new rubber collar placed around her neck. It was three inches tall and served
to keep her neck in an uncomfortably upright position.
Gina looked out the window briefly and saw that the suite must have been 40
stories high. She saw the flashing neon lights of the Tropicana Hotel and the
cars on the streets below, but everything faded when her mind's eye shot back to
the contents of that briefcase. A gag was quickly applied to her mouth, and she
tried to fight the rubbery penis that pressed hard against her tongue. She
could hear something sizzle behind her. Gina could just turn her head
enough---she recognized the two brands she saw in his briefcase. Within a few
seconds, Bondskin was directly behind her, and without warning he applied the
first white hot brand to her left asscheck.
Gina screamed into her gag. It was as if her whole body was on fire. The pain
of her recent nipple and clit piercings paled in comparison. Not giving her
much time to recover, Bondskin approached her right asscheek and applied the
companion brand. Tears streamed down her face. Her body shook as wildly as the
chain restraints would allow. Gina's breathing was labored with her mouth
effectively plugged. Gina was about to pass out when the brunette slave waved
some ammonia under the new captive's nose. Gina regained her consciousness, but
she remained weak and quite ghostly.
Bondskin stepped back and admired his work. The wounds were fresh, but he knew
from past experience that these brands were laid long enough and deep enough to
make readable impressions. When the healing process was complete, her asschecks
from left to right would read "J" and "B".
The brunette slave, named Juliette, attached a chain leash to the silver ring
which freshly pierced Gina's clit. The blonde slave, named Julia, began the
process of removing Gina from her spreadeagled shackles. Gina was simply too
weak to fight, and she was easily moved to the thick carpet on the floor.
Juliette instructed the new slave to get on all fours and crawl. Gina was dazed
and in tremendous pain; she felt powerless and too afraid to resist any commands
coming from anyone.
Juliette and Julia escorted Gina to one of the immaculate bathrooms designated
for the slaves. When Gina slowed, Juliette would tug on the clit leash and Gina
would put a little more energy into her crawl. The job of the two slaves was to
clean and primp the new addition. She looked fairly ragged from her recent
ordeals. Bondskin in the meantime, met with some of his close friends and
associates who he had invited from the party downstairs.
Gina was led to a massage table where she laid flat on her stomach. Her new
nipple rings hit against the towel on the board and her chest drew back at the
sensation. Julia shoved Gina's back and forced her hard against the table.
These girls may have been ultra-submissive around their boss, Gina thought, but
they have no problem being mean with me.
A special ointment was withdrawn from its bottle, and each of the two slave
girls rubbed the solution generously on Gina's injured backside. Gina
instinctly began to complain from the stinging in her ass. Juliette rasied
Gina's neck with the O-ring and slowly, purposefully pumped on the penis gag.
The gag was inflated to near capacity; Gina thought her jaw would crack apart
before the rubber exploded. Her eyes were pleading with Juliette.
"Will you behave now? Will you be silent?" Juliette asked in a native English
accent. Gina nodded her head quickly, tears rolling down her cheeks with every
furious nod.
Just then, Bondskin entered the bathroom. He began to caress Gina's long brown
hair. He caught a few of the tears from her face. Juliette and Julia continued
their assignment.
"I want her ready by 5 p.m. tomorrow. I have some special guests flying in from
Tokyo. I want my latest acquisition to look appropriate." Bondskin turned to
his blonde slave, Julia. "You will recall Mr. Hahira from our brief stay in
Japan."
"Yes, sir." Julia made the shortest, but most appropriate statement she could.
Her head was bowed down (as was the custom in front of her master) and she
looked out over her septum ring and stared down at her stretched pussy lips,
each inner lip with 3 thick rings. While she remained silent to the room, the
nightmare of Japan was raining like flashcards in her mind.
Gina was thoroughly cleaned, inside and out. She had both cold and hot water
enemas, and she struggled to keep her screams quiet behind the inflatable gag.
A tight latex cap was stretched over her hair and she was dipped into a solvent
that loosened all the hair from her body. After being dipped and soaked, Gina
was laid out and she felt the other slaves literally wiping away all of her body
hair from the neck down. For the first time in years, she felt cool air against
her pussy lips with no pubic hair to act as a buffer.
Gina was removed to a separate bedroom where her stiff, tall collar was replaced
with a less painful one. The O-ring was chained to the left and to the right of
the bed. Each chain led to an eyebolt located on either side of the floor. The
effect was to center Gina on the bed. Her wrists were fastened together behind
her back, and her ankles were fettered with several loops of form-fitting chain
and then padlocked. Her inflatable penis remained, although Julia did reduce
the pressure slightly before turning out the lights on Gina. Left alone in the
dark, Gina's tears renewed. The events of the night and now the early morning
came flooding back into her confused and helpless mind. Her body was virtually
immobile now, but her mind raced, wondering what terrors awaited her tomorrow.
Her body was exhausted and she wanted to just fall asleep and awaken from this
nightmare, but the noises in the adjacent room were distracting and frightening.
The muffled screams of Julia and Juliette filtered into her bedroom. Gina could
make out the laughter of several men and the sharp sounds of whips cracking in
the air and on the flesh. The sounds of violent fucking later, followed by more
muffled pleas. Despite the audio terror and her own tears, Gina's body finally
yielded to sleep.
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Gina felt a tremendous tug at her clit ring. Her bonds had been removed and
Juliette was beginning to drag Gina across the bed. Gina quickly took the hint
and scurried to the floor. Crawling behind the slave girl, Gina saw the fresh
whips marks which colored Juliette's entire backside. There must have been a
thousand little bruises on the girl's ass, as the whips danced on and around
Juliette's brands. Gina was escorted to the bathtub where she was washed
thoroughly again by Bondskin's two servants. On this day, their outfits were
elaborate, if not unfathomably extreme.
Juliette had two large silver rings through her nipples, and a chain connected
the two rings, drawing her breasts nearer to one another. Her three sets of
pussy rings were padlocked together, effectively closing her sex. She wore
shiny black opera gloves, latex leggings and very narrow, impossibly high 7-inch
heels. Juliette wore her standard rubber latex collar, and her brown hair in a
tight ponytail.
Julia had all of the same rings, and the same padlocks, but her arms and legs
were not molded by latex coverings. Rather, someone had painted black lettering
down the length of her legs and arms. The symbols and words were Japanese, so
Gina was clueless as to any of the meanings, but she figured that the
significance had something to do with Mr. Hahira's visit. There were small yet
distinct markings on Julia's facial cheeks. Gina was momentarily forgetting her
own worries. Her worries would have been doubled had she understood that the
meanings were the English language equivalent of "slut", "slave," "painlover",
and other like-minded terms.
Julia also had a different pair of high-heel shoes. They were exactly like the
ballet heels Gina had noticed being worn by one of the waitstaff last night.
Julia demonstrated the same grace and aptitude while walking slowly in this
8-inch high, toe-smashing pair of heels.
Juliette and Julia spent the afternoon making over the latest captive. Hair,
eyes, nails, the works. Despite wearing a restrictive collar around her neck
and a fully-inflated pump gag in her mouth, this afternoon cruised like a smooth
day spa voyage. But when it came time to dress Gina, the voyage became rocky
again.
Gina's arms were bent at the elbow and pinned behind her. Her wrists were bound
with several wraps of black electrical tape. Julia applied lubricant to a
silver-colored, 7-inch long metal dildo and then rather quickly inserted it
fully inside Gina's pussy. Almost as soon as the dildo was inside, it naturally
began to ease its way down earthward.
Julia walked in front of the wide-eyed Gina and gestured to a hand-held remote.
It looked just like the keyless entry remote Gina was given with her new company
car. Julia keyed the red button and tiny nodules expanded from the surface of
the dildo and pressed against Gina's inner walls. The dildo was then
effectively locked. Instinctively, Gina's muscles tried to expel the device,
but to no avail.
The blonde-haired slave pointed to the green button. "This one releases the
pressure, but I don't think the master will be using that button very much. And
this last orange button, you don't want that one pressed. Let's just say, it's
there to make sure you don't run off or misbehave in public."
A customized three-quarter length corset was next brought to fit onto Gina. The
latex corset had lacing on the back and front sides. There were holes in the
front for Gina's breasts to just barely squeeze through and a hole on the lower
backside for her branded ass to squeeze through. A strap ran from the bottom of
the sturdy material, while two sets of straps wrapped parallel, above and below
Gina's breasts. The lower strap on her chest gave her breasts some added
support. And the strap at the hemline of the corset ran between Gina's
asschecks to a buckle at the waistline. The corset's whole purpose was a
time-honored one, just as in the Victorian era; it pulled her waistline in, and
emphasized the girl's bust and ass.
Bondskin's girls pulled and tightened, then adjusted, then repeated the process.
Gina's arms were smashed into her back, and the whole effect made her arms seem
to disappear from her body. Below her knees, Gina had some movement, but
because her thighs were cinched together, it was impossible to put one foot in
front of the other. Gina would have to take baby steps like this. To make
matters worse for walking, the slaves laid Gina down and prepared her feet for
the shoes she was to wear that evening.
Julia returned with black electrical tape and with Gina's left foot in her lap,
she began wrapping the foot furiously. She tapped the foot all the way to the
ankle and then made more continuous loops where any skin was still showing.
Gina's grimaced as Julia made tight circles with the tape. Julia repeated the
taping on the right foot, even making the electrical tape tighter.
From a suitcase that carried 10 identical pairs of these ankle-high ballet heels
(sizes 5 through 10), Juliette withdrew a pair of size 7 and a half. As both
girls worked the left heel on, Gina was saying to herself that they had gotten
the wrong size. That was of course the whole idea. After much pulling and
pushing, the right shoe was up to her ankle, and smashing Gina's taped up toes.
No sooner had they gotten it on completely they jerked the shoe right back off.
Gina could relax her feet, but only momentarily. Juliette returned with a half
size smaller. The task was more difficult now, but the two servant girls made
the heels fit. They let Gina's feet become accustomed to the new tightness.
Gina's feet were arching like a ballerina and her toes were crunched into an
inconceivably narrow passage.
The pain lying down was nothing compared to the pain in her feet upon standing
up. The two slaves hoisted Gina up from the leather couch and planted her on
her new ballet shoes. Suddenly, all the blood came rushing into her feet and
the pain of trying to keep her balance was evident on Gina's gagged face. Gina
was only able to take the tinyest of steps because of the corset material on her
thighs. And it seemed that the slowness of her steps only made the pressure on
her toes that much greater. She could not balance herself. Julia and Juliette
literally held her body up on either side and prevented the corseted captive
from falling.
Gina was repositioned in front of the glass windows, this time with her backside
facing the outside world. They needed the help of a step ladder to attach two
chains from the ceiling to the O-ring collared on Gina's neck. The chains were
adjusted for Gina's new height and then once secured, the girls let Gina balance
herself. Gina fell backward slightly but the two chains descending from her
right and left caught her O-ring and prevented her from falling. The strain on
her collar and neck was instant, so Gina was forced to regain some kind of
footing despite her ballet heels.
Juliette and Julia let Gina work out this little dance on her own while they
applied the finishing touches to each other. Gina's wimpered and squirmed
inside her corset prison, but her arms were of course useless for balance. Her
toes were throbbing in pain, and her neck was feeling the strain of the collar
lifting toward the ceiling. Gina struggled just to stay still. After 15
minutes---an eternity to Gina---the two slave girls were crawling back into the
great room being led on leashes by their master.
Bondskin took them to the eyebolts on the floor and positioned Juliette to
Gina's right and Julia to Gina's left. Juliette's platform shoes had been
replaced with ballet heels that strapped up the length of her latex leggings.
Their nipples had been painted a light red, which made their nipple rings shine
a brighter color silver, and their brands had been touched up with black body
paint. Both girls had been oiled down to accentuate the lines of their bodies,
and each had their long hair slicked back and tied into a tight ponytail. Heavy
metal collars replaced the thinner rubber collars, along with metal manacles
padlocked to their wrists.
Each girl sat back on their knees with their legs slightly spread, revealing
their smooth, padlocked, and well-oiled pussy lips. Arms were behind their
backs, eyes looking down to the floor. Bondskin attached the leashes to the
eyebolts on the floor. There was little slack in the chains that led to their
necks, so neither girl could rise if she wanted to.
Bondskin saw the ongoing war that Gina was having just to maintain a balanced
position. He smiled slightly, then went to change into more formal wear himself.
A half an hour later, Bondskin appeared again, but nothing had changed in the
slavegirl's expressions. Gina was exhausted now from fighting with her
incorrigible position, and the Juliette and Julia knew they were to wait just
like this until Hahira arrived; possibly for some time after that arrival as
well. Bondskin reached for Gina's gag and gave it a quick squeeze, eliciting a
loud wimper from the girl. He retreated to the well-stocked bar and made
himself a drink. He occupied himself with some papers and checked his accounts
with his laptop. Bondskin was acting as if the girls weren't trussed up at all,
as if the girls hardly deserved his attention, Gina thought to herself.
Almost a full hour into her balancing act, the phone rang. The guests had
arrived downstairs. Bondskin was only on the phone for a few seconds, then he
stood himself up and straightened his tux and tie. He walked into the doorway
and tried to imagine the glimpse that Hahira would first get as he entered the
great room.
Ten minutes later, Hahira was escorted into the main room by Bondskin. He
grinned widely as his eyes adjusted to the perverse presentation in front of
him. Hahira was about 40 pounds overweight, but his expensive tailored suits
masked most of the girth. His dark hair was short and his beard was cut very
close. He gently stroked across that beard as he got his first eyefull of Gina.
Hahira walked over to Julia, who stared down at the floor, and he stroked her
head like she were a familiar pet. He jerked her nipple chain, and Julia's body
jumped at the shock.
"Can I make you a drink, old friend," Bondskin offered, as he walked to the bar.
"Yes, thank you. It was a long flight, J.B., first I need to take a piss."
From across the room Bondskin gestured to the enslaved girls. "Take your pick."
Hahira unzipped his pants and withdrew his cock. He instructed Julia to raise
her head and open her mouth. A few seconds later, Hahira was pissing a steady
yellow stream into Julia's mouth, almost faster than she could swallow. Gina
began to look down, but then closed her eyes to hide from the disgusting sight.
Bondskin came over with a pair of glasses in his hands and waited for Hahira to
zip up. They seated themselves on the couch and began to sip at their vodka.
The two worked out there plans for the evening in a matter of minutes.
"So, what do you want to do first?"
"Gamble, J.B., gamble. I just closed a huge deal last weekend and I am ready to
risk it on some tables tonight."
"And after gambling?"
"We can join up with my executives. We have the 37th floor all to ourselves for
the weekend. They deserve a unique vacation, J.B., and I knew you were just the
kind of person to supply it," Hahira concluded his comments by pointing over to
the scantily clad beauties next to the window.
"And I did have one other item I wanted to discuss with you, J.B." Suddenly,
Hahira's voice and body language took on a decidedly more serious posture. "I
wanted to see if I could finally convince you to---"
"No, no," Bondskin waved him off. "No old buddy, I know what you are going to
say, and Julia's not for sale. She's too valuable to me, and to the new ones I
bring in."
"I knew you might still be stubborn about this. Well, I brought something along
that I hope might change your mind, J.B." Hahira pulled out his slender cell
phone and barked some orders in Japanese. He just as quickly snapped the cell
back in place.
Bondskin sipped from his vodka martini and leaned back laughing. "What's going
on, Kunato. What have you got up your sleeve? You know you asked me six months
ago about Julia and my decision is final."
"My assistant is bringing over the one thing that might alter your decision."
Although she did not look up or say a word, Julia was listening with great
attention. She still had nightmares from her experiences with Hahira, and while
Bondskin was a demanding master, she knew Hahira to be what she considered a
merciless master.
As soon as the knock at the door was heard, Hahira jumped up to let his
assistant in. Bondskin walked over to Julia and raised her brown eyes to meet
his. "Don't worry, Julia, I'm not going to sell you to anyone, alright?"
"Yes, sir," she barely got out before Hahira returned to the main room.
Hahira's assistant, a muscular man in his early 30s wearing sharp business
attire, entered the room with a laptop computer and immediately brought the
computer to life. He sat at a nearby desk and after a few minutes of loading
and searching, he nodded to Hahira and left the room.
"Actually," Hahira's voice began, "I should have been more precise. It is not
something that will change your mind: it is someone." Hahira turned the
laptop's screen toward his host.
Bondskin casually turned his head around to the computer screen. He almost
instantly dropped his glass to the floor. When Julia saw the glass fall from
her master's hand, she broke from her standard downcast stare and looked up to
the screen. Her gasp too was audible.
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end of Part 2
