Archive-name: Bondage/airubb14.txt
Archive-author: Dr. Hevea
Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 14


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 appetite!," 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 preparations
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 bowels,
rather quickly, as the wheel rotates 'round.

He turned the valve under his hand, then turned the other.  No obvious
changes occurred, and only Dodds could know what reactions might be
occurring 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 across 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.

                                                ...to be continued
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