Adventures In Rubber (Chapter 16) SeXStoRY

Chapter 16 When he had "Jason" free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr. Dodds led her into the adjoining room. This room was adjacent to the one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest. Its two prominent features were a low, round structure like a well, in the middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall. It was attached at the center to a large metal hub bolted to the wall. There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the ceiling, and a diver's air compressor on a wheeled dolly. All of which equipment, "Jason" was only too familiar with. Mr. Dodds made her stand on a stool while he strapped her body harness to the frame. In minutes, she was attached by a myriad of little leather straps, every few inches, with her waist tightly clamped by a single four inch wide belt. Even her head was fastened down tightly to the padded head rest. She couldn't move an inch. As Mr. Dodds checked the bondage of each limb in turn, she could feel the frame swaying slightly. Finally, Dodds walked out. In the next room, he reached behind "Floras" head and undid the zip of Jason's female-faced helmet, removing it. "Look, mate," Jason announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged, "I've had just about enough of your little games... when are you going to leave us alone?" Mr. Dodds looked startled, as Jason ranted on. "What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy's household, and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?" Mr. Dodds looked amused for a moment. "First of all, Mandy IS my `personal sex slave', and since Flora belongs to Mandy, she is too is mine to do with as I please. She has told Mandy many times that she would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if Mandy watched. Although, I doubt this is exactly what she had in mind. If you don't believe me, you are free to ask Flora yourself, as-if-and -when I decide to let her out of her present predicament. "Secondly, I'd assumed when I found you in YOUR predicament, that you were also a new acquisition of Mandys, since you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself." Jason blushed to his hairline. "Third," Dodds ticked off on his fingers, "I AM a reasonable man. Since I didn't ask you, and you didn't ask me, you certainly should be given the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to lead. But I'll warn you! If you decide to leave now, in the heat of anger, I can predict that not only will you never be bothered by me, you will never see Mandy or Flora again, either. Believe it or not, some of the things we do here are unlawful in this state. It's worse back in England! "Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medicomplete with two bisexual, rubber-loving women, a statiscal impossibility). He also realized that Mr. Dodds had been responsible for many interesting hours spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he had begun to enjoy at the hands of Mandy since he arrived. He knew, sooner or later, that this mysterious stranger (well okay, a friend of Mandys) would depart, and hopefully, things would return to "normal". He thought of his life before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent alone, the abortive attempts at dating and the sick feeling he had had when one lover had called him perverted for wanting her to wear a rubber dress. He realized that despite Mr. Dodd's intrusion and bizarre bondage performances, he was happier here than he had ever been alone. He looked up sheepishly. "All right," he said, "I'll stay." Dodds looked doubtful. "Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be thy lord and mistress?" It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech, but Jason nodded. Dodds persisted. "And you'll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may put to you?" This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the point of madness), his goal. Jason dropped his head in submission. "Yes." he said. Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile. "Fine. Fine, then it's all settled. Now we understand each other." His voice rose to a shout. "AND FOR BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A WOMAN FOR SEVERAL MORE HOURS!" When he finished his tirade, he was still grinning. He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor. "I've a better face for you to wear, my dear," he said, his voice softening suddenly, "this suits my tastes much better." After fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason's head, completing the illusion. Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed "Flora" her new face. It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a woman's face, although this face might have been more at home walking the streets. I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself. His eyes were surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red. Also, his mouth was no longer obstructed. He stuck out his tongue, through the ruby lips, just to see if he could do it. "Oh, don't worry," chuckled Dodds, "we'll give that tongue something to work on soon, never fear." He continued chuckling to himself, apparently thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto "Floras" head a simple trainer harness which had no gag or blindfold. It circled the head three ways, and had many d-rings attached, but he couldn't really see the point. Eventually, Mr. Dodds got around to lowering the dildo rod pinning "Flora" in place, and loosened the fixtures attaching his boots to the floor. He neglected to remove the arm binder, however, which still clamped "Floras" now numb arms behind him. When "Flora" was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other room. Once again, "Flora" marveled at the perfect replica of a man that was securely fastened to the frame in front of him. Although some small part of him had finally admitted that this wasn't real, he still thought of himself as a woman, at least temporarily. -=*=- Some time later, "Jason" watched Mr. Dodds return with "Flora". Dodds stood him in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots. Until now, "Jason" had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and that they were actually something more prosaic, such as silver colored leather. So perfect was their shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to expect someone to go to the trouble and expense of making them from metal, but she soon saw her error. The craftsman who made them had been talented indeed. No wonder Flora had been walking so stiff-legged! When he had them off, Dodds ordered "Flora" to remove his dress. Embarrassed, Jason nonetheless did as he was told. Off came the pretty maid's uniform. Mr. Dodds loosened the corset laces until it could be unhooked, and removed it. "Flora" heaved a sigh of relief. He could breathe again! "Jason" looked on in wonder. There was no doubting the person in front of her was a woman, and a damned attractive one at that! The loss of the dress revealed a very shapely body, dressed in gleaming black latex stockings, held up by the garters of a very pretty shimmering pink girdle. Above it, she had on a long-line pink rubber brassiere showing off a generous bust. She also wore opera length silver latex gloves. Although her makeup was definitely too heavy for "Jason's" tastes, the overall effect was very attractive, in a sleazy sort of way. Flora LIKED sleazy. All of which made her even more confused. She was certain now who she was, and that Mr. Dodds had merely confused her- although she couldn't as yet explain the amazing transformation her body seemed to have undergone. So if she was Flora, who was this woman? Unless Mr. Dodds had admitted another person to Mandy's home, or had lied to them about who was inside the amazing rubber sculpture in the other room, it had to be Jason. But how could one explain the beautiful female body in front of her, or for that matter, her own well-built male frame? Suddenly she remembered the female face mask that had been on the other's face. Dodds had apparently changed it, for the other woman now appeared much younger, with more makeup, although her body remained the same. "Jason" felt a moment of jealousy, then a flush of desire. The other woman was certainly attractive enough. Mr. Dodds allowed them to stare at one another for a moment, then showed "Flora" an elaborate suspension harness. He put it on him and in a minute had it tightly fastened. He reached up to the winch and pulled down a cable, snapping its hook to the harness, just above the buttocks. "Flora" felt more than a little vertigo as the winch hauled him off the ground, head down, but he was even more dismayed at what happened next. Dodds pulled him along the traveling track until he was up against "Jason" belly to belly. A little adjusting brought "Flora's" tightly rubbered pink bottom into contact with the dildo poking out and down from "Jason's" harnessed mouth. "Jason" could only look on in awestruck fascination as she realized what was about to happen. "Flora", too, was a bit horrified and more than a little turned on as he dangled upside down, his face just inches from "Jason's" prominent erection. Seconds later, he felt Mr.Dodds attaching things to his harness, and shortly he was pulled in sharply to "Jason's" body and the two were pressed tightly against each other. There was nothing "Flora" could do except grimace in embarrassment as Dodds inexorably f***ed his bottom down over the dildo attached to "Jasons" face. When it was deeply seated, Dodds attached several straps to d-rings on "Floras" torso harness and pulling them tight around "Jasons" head, fastened them to the frame. He attached still more straps to "Floras" head harness, using them to pull the reluctant slave's head down, finally forcing his mouth over "Jasons" erection. Quickly, he strapped the harness around "Jasons" hips to the frame, holding him in that position. With several more wide leather straps, Dodds fastened "Floras" arms and legs along side "Jasons", so the two were immovably joined. Only then did he remove the winch cable from "Floras" harness. He smiled at the two bodies joined on the frame, then grabbing one of the x-extensions, he gave it a shove. Aha! The hub at the center was on a ball bearing, and the two joined slaves rotated around and around, until they were dizzy, and their shifting weight pushed and pulled things they would have preferred were left alone. Soon, their out of balance condition told, and they settled down, rocking slightly. Dodds frowned and moved to one end of the contraption. After clamping a lead weight to two of the arms, he gave it another lighter, shove, and watched for a moment. When it showed no signs of being out of balance, slowing only a little, he gave it a bigger shove, then another, and another, making it pick up speed. It gave no sign of slowing down any time soon. He smiled again. As far as "Flora" (Jason) was concerned, this was just a strange (if mildly erotic) joy ride, with no real purpose. His shifting weight f***ed him up and down on the dildo, but that was about all he got out of it. He grunted and groaned with each revolution, and was thankful he wasn't prone to motion sickness. After a while, he began to sort of absentmindedly suck and tongue the fat organ gagging his mouth, and groans of pleasure came from behind and underneath him. With a start, he realized what it was he was doing and stopped it, his mind a confusion of sexual thoughts. He was fairly confident now in his identity as Jason, but was still confused as to how he had come to have a woman's body. Conversely, he was fairly certain that the "man" strapped beneath him had to be Flora (assuming Dodds had not lied about who was in the rubber abomination next door), but there too, he couldn't be sure, since his mouth was definitely full of a man. That fact in itself repelled him, but there was damn all he could do about it, and in fact, he was secretly enjoying having a gag in his mouth, even if it was someone's... he couldn't bring himself to think it. Again, after some time, his head dizzy with the confusion of who was what, and from the intermittant pressure on his prostate, he absently began to pull a little on the prick filling his mouth. Again, moans sounded from behind him, and the dildo stuffed in his ass throbbed with the vibrations of... Floras? mouth. The muffled voice could be hers, but... For "Jason" (Flora) on the other hand, it was quite a pleasurable experience. With each revolution, the mercury-filled dildo within her quivered and jerked, a unique throbbing sensation that was rapidly making her crazy. Still fuzzy from the strange brew of d**gs Dodds had given them, Flora didn't really understand the source of her sexual excitement, and was a amazed at how similar sex as a man felt to her own experiences. Moreover, the butt plug in her rear rubbed and bumped inside against the dildo, and worse, "Floras" belly was rubbing against her breasts inside the suit, although she couldn't recognize these things at the time. Then, too, "Flora" had began to pull at her erection, and immediately, she felt an internal vibration exciting her in a familiar way. "Flora" stopped for a while, then started again, and "Jason" realized she was close to coming. She eagerly awaited to see what it would be like. When it arrived, she was vaguely disappointed. To her surprise, it felt a lot like what she called a vaginal orgasm, and she shuddered with little internal spasms. She was still wondering why her skin felt so numb... While the two slaves rotated in sexual union, Mr. Dodds had trotted off to check on his other patient, and then gone up to the kitchen for a cup of tea. When he returned, they had slowed down slightly, so he gave them another push, just to keep their interest up. Meanwhile, he made another trip upstairs, returning with a gallon jug in each hand. He set them down by the "well" in the middle of the room, and began searching the cabinets around the room for something. He soon found it, or them rather, and sat down to watch his artwork spin on the wall. By this time, Flora was groaning and panting with passion, and although Jason was less noisy, he seemed to be enjoying himself finally. Dodds thought back to the first time he had seen what Mandy unimaginatively called "The Well". She'd had it constructed shortly after she met Flora. She had wanted something restrictive that she and Flora could enjoy together, when she wasn't feeling particularly topish. Something a little like bondage, and preferably of rubber. In the end, she had constructed this... a vertical bath, like a wishing well, eight feet deep and lined with a very large and thick rubber bag. The bag was sealed to the rim of the well. The well itself was in fact, a simple jacuzzi, with water jets in the walls, and the rubber lining was anchored at the bottom so that it would not be f***ed out by the water. The water f***ed the bag closed, so that the thing could only be entered with a considerable amount of pressure, and a lot of lubrication. It was necessary too, to wear some kind of air mask so that one could breathe. As fate would have it, Mr. Dodds had chosen to show up just after they had completed it. He had shown them an excellent substitute for the KY jelly they had planned to use in it, too. Flora and Mandy had enjoyed their first session in it under the watchful eyes of Mr. Dodds, and he had chosen to let them stay in it for several hours. Mandy had originally planned for them to wear body harnesses attached to the winch, allowing them to get out. The winch would have been activated by a timer. However, Dodds had talked them out of it saying that it might not be reliable, and that as long as he was here, he may as well help out. Never mind the fact that Mandy's electrical power was backed up by an automatic generator, or that she had already proven to herself that she could climb the chain to get out. She knew he had ulterior motives. Since their own weight f***ed them down into the bag, and the generous helping of silicone oil made their bodies and the rubber ridiculously slippery, they were quite helpless to get out until he reached in with the winch line to haul them out. Meanwhile, they had spent several hot and sweaty hours enjoying each other, their bodies pressed firmly together within the folds of soft yet unrelenting rubber. Mr. Dodds knew too, that Mandy had used the Well as a punishment (of sorts) for Flora, putting her rigid chastity belt on her, and letting her squirm in arousal for hours, unable to satisfy herself. After watching the rotating pair with satisfaction for several minutes, Mr. Dodds got up and poured the entire contents of one of the jugs into the well. The liquid that came out was thick and clear. He wanted to be sure they had plenty of lubrication during their stay. After watching them turn amid grunts, groans, and mews of pleasure for some time, Mr. Dodds finally relented. "Alright k**s, that's enough. Let's cut to the chase." He stopped the rotation of the x-frame, and again snapped the winch cable to "Floras" harness. When he had him unstrapped and free of assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment while he removed the head harness, the female face mask and wig, and finally the suspension harness he had put on him earlier. Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phony melodramatic voice, "Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who is who... and what." He fumbled at Jason's neck, and pulled a long strip of pink tape down off his back. When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered zipper down as well. The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason's real body. Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts and sleek lines of a woman fell away. He realized that deep inside, he was sorry to become a man again. He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he noticed that his head was more or less clear. He felt wonderfully alive, despite the locker room smell he had developed inside the foam rubber suit. Before he had time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however, Dodds covered his head with one of the two helmets that he'd dug out of the cabinets. It felt very odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to stop him as Jason explored the surface of the new helmet with his hands. It was made of thin black latex with a zipper up the back. Moreover, it was fitted inside with a surgical style oxygen mask, the hose running out the front of the mask. When it was zipped up the back, it fit quite tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly around his mouth and nose. For a moment, it became difficult to breathe, and he panicked, thinking that Dodds had forgotten something, but then he heard the soft rattle of the compressor, and cool air flooded into his lungs. Flora looked on in amazement at the removal of Jason's female face and suit, as she was still fuzzy-headed from the d**gs, and wasn't quite sure what was going on. It was becoming apparent, however, that this had not been a dream at all, but a particularly clever dupe on the part of Mr. Dodds. Right then and there, she decided she loved the nutty old coot, and she could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself to him. In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason's head. Flora waited impatiently to be let down. Her arms had begun to ache a little at being held tightly in position so long. She watched as Jason's masked head was tethered by a hose to the compressor, and having spent many hours in the well by herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both in at the same time. Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting against the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to the well. He let Jason stand there while he took Flora down in the same manner, removed her helmet, body harness and suit, and as a result, various long, thick objects from her body, much to her dismay. He put the other breathing helmet on her. All was quiet for a few moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask. Then she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one considerably less complicated than the previous one. And, as she had feared, Mandy must have told Dodds about her punishment, for she felt a pair of "pancake" mitts being strapped onto her hands. These mitts were made of stiff leather, and held the fingers and hands flat, preventing them from grasping or feeling anything. Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm, thick, and very slippery. The hands lingered at her breasts and crotch, and she leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a little something extra, but they passed on. After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being hoisted into the air, bumping gently against Jason's body. She rejoiced, knowing what was to come. Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his woman-suit was removed, but he also got something else. He jerked and tried to refuse the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back. The strong hands fastened something tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls. Something else, that felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his knees. He felt a gentle pull on his scrotum, and when the fumbling stopped, the "something", some kind of little harness apparently, was still there, constricting his cock and stretching his sack out almost unbearably. He felt himself getting very hard, and the sense of constriction and stretching became even tighter. Then he too, received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly as the unseen hands stroked his now rock-hard member. Soon he felt his feet leaving the floor, and his greasy body bumping and sliding against Flora's. Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well. Pressing the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began forcing their way into the tight rubber lining of the well... To Be Continued... . Geri www.bdsmfinder.com