Archive-name: Bondage/airubb10.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 10





Having left Flora and Jason temporarily to their fate, Mandy bustled

about the house, daydreaming about new torments and preparing dinner.

Her spike heels clicked loudly on the kitchen tiles. Despite what she

had told Jason, she had neither the need nor the inclination to go

shopping. She was a firm believer in safety, and she checked up on her

two subjects periodically through the peep-hole.



As she was eating a snack lunch, she heard a yelp from one of the dogs,

and looked out the kitchen window to check on them. One of them, Zeus,

was apparently sleeping peacefully right below the window. She

shrugged and had started to set out dishes on the dining room table

when the doorbell rang. She jumped. That sound hadn't been heard

since her father had installed the automatic gate seven years ago. She

was suprised it still worked.



"Now who in the hell can that be?" she wondered aloud.



"The dogs'll tear them to shreds if they're not careful."



She hurried to the door and opened it. On her doorstep stood a tall,

attractive man wearing a mustache and a bowler, and carrying a sample

case. He looked a bit old to be a door to door salesman, and she

thought, a bit familiar, too. None of the dogs were in sight.



"Hello!" he said, before she could ask who he was, or how he had

avoided becoming Rottweiller food. "I'm giving away free samples of

Forest brand air freshener!"



He held up an aerosol can. "Just smell this springtime-fresh scent!"

Before an irritated Mandy could tell him, "We're not interested!", the

man let go a shot from the can, enveloping her head in a cloud of

mist.



It doesn't smell like air freshener at all, she thought, as the

daylight began to dim around her, it smells....



The 'salesman' stepped forward quickly as her knees buckled, caught her

as she toppled, and lowered her gently to the floor. Moving fast, he

pulled her inside, grabbed his sample case, looking once around

outside, and closed the door. The whole exchange had taken less than

fifteen seconds.



Inside, he knelt by her head, felt her pulse, examined her pupils.

"Perfect," he muttered to himself, "Now where's that slave, Flower, or

whatever she calls her..." He peeled off the false mustache as he

headed for the stairs. After searching the house, he finally

discovered Jason and Flora by following faint noises coming from the

basement door. He stood staring in appreciation at the two for several

minutes, and then chuckling, returned upstairs. Flora and Jason missed

him completely, since Flora had her back to the door, and Jason

couldn't have made out a face that far away, due to his distorted view

through the silicone rubber helmet. Even if they had seen him, they

would have been quite beyond caring in any case.



The new visitor checked Mandy's unconscious form most carefully then,

examining fingernail color, and palpating with the skill of a doctor.



Indeed, he used his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff as if from long

experience. From his sample case he removed a small syringe and gave

her a carefully measured injection. She must have been close to coming

around, as she moaned shortly and fell silent again.



At this, the doctor, or salesman, or whatever he was, demonstrated

considerable strength as he picked up and hoisted her body into a

fireman's carry. He carried her to the lift, seeming to know precisely

where it was, took her upstairs, and deposited her on the floor, next

to her bed. After a trip outside, he returned hauling a heavy steamer

trunk and two large suitcases. From these, he produced several shaker

bottles, plastic bags full of bandages, and various articles made of

rubber. On the bed, he spread a large plastic sheet and sprinkled it

liberally with talc. Again he lifted Mandy's inert body and dumped her

on the bed. He pulled off her hair, which proved to be a wig, and

lathered her short-cropped hair with shaving cream. Soon, her now bald

head gleamed in the bright ceiling lamps.



Next he laboriously unlaced her boots, then removed the rubber

miniskirt, bullet bra, and gloves.



"No underwear today?" he asked her inanimate form, "you must have been

expecting somewhat more intimate play later, hmm?"



He paused in his work to take off his tie and roll up his sleeves.

Manhandling a limp human body was hard work, even for someone in

excellent physical condition.



He powdered her nude body thoroughly with talcum and then searched

through her closet until he found a very thin black latex catsuit, with

attached feet and gloves. It was one of her best ones, custom made to

her exact measurements, with molded breast cups, and attached hood,

feet, and gloves.



He spent the better part of an hour getting it on her limp and

uncooperative body, then covered the back zipper with a thin strip of

rubber, cemented in place. Except for the open face of the hood, she

was now sealed in a water- tight covering.



After the cement had dried, sealing her securely into the thin, shiny

black suit, he paused for a moment, admiring his handiwork.



She looks like she's been painted black, he thought, as he gazed at her

immobilized form. Definitely the best rubber work I've ever seen. If

she doesn't go bankrupt first, she'll have the best collection in the

country!



To be sure, the suit was well-made, and it fit her body like a second

skin, forming a smooth, shiny coating from her head to her toes.



His next move was to the bar, pausing for a sample of scotch on the way

to his car. After retrieving several more cases from the trunk, he

began a tour of the house, assembling a strange array of utensils and

supplies from his car trunk and the kitchen.



After twenty minutes, he was ready. He began wrapping her body, from

the toes up, in white gauze bandages. When she was practically

mummified, he made another trip outside, returning with a six foot long

board, three feet wide, and covered with a plastic cushion. He tilted

it against a dresser and unceremoniously nailed it to the floor, after

which he lifted the mummy from the bed and set her on the slanted

board. It had a small ledge at the bottom which her feet rested upon.



After making another trip to the kitchen, he returned with a huge,

heavy pot, and setting this aside, he again checked her vital signs.

Apparently satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet

plaster bandage. He carefully applied it to her unconscious body,

forming a plaster cast. Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her

feet toward her head, covering her in a smooth, warm, and thick layer,

surrounding even the individual fingers, which he splayed wide upon the

board. When she was encased up to her neck in a rapidly hardening

total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and carried it down the hall,

to a guest room. When he returned, he pulled from one of his cases a

heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed leather gag, and

put it on her head.



When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily,

he locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs.



When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened

to her. I remember that salesman, she thought, and then... nothing.

His face had seemed strangely familiar...



About this time, she realized that she couldn't move. In fact, she was

held so rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn't imagine how

it had been done. Oh, NO! she thought. It's Dodds, it must be! I

should have known I was overdue for one of his visits, why didn't I

recognize him? And just when I was really starting to have fun with

Jason.



...what in the world has he got me in, a block of cement?



Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else,

Mandy was not one hundred percent dominant. When she had lived with

Mr. Dodds, she had spent many happy, sweaty hours in bondage. With

women, she tended to be dominant. With a very few men, she felt

submissive.



Maybe that's why I've been going easy on Jason, she thought.

Damnation! What HAS he got me in- a body cast? She tried to wriggle a

bit, just to test the limits of her bondage, but found it quite

impossible. Every inch of her body was enveloped in something hard and

inflexible, except her head. She realized from the strong smell of

leather that her head was laced into one of his hand-tooled bondage

helmets.



It fit her head as if it had been made from her measurements, (it had)

and the high, curved collar allowed very little movement. She tasted

the leather gag filling her mouth, and felt her nipples grow stiff.

She grinned to herself within the helmet. Damn! she thought, betrayed

by my own body.



After what seemed a very long time, Mandy jerked awake, not realizing

she had fallen asleep again. Someone was making noise in the room. A

soft voice she now recognized as Mr. Dodds' said, "Well, my dear, how

do you like my handy-work? Yes, yes, I know, I'll remove the gag in a

moment. Let me just get my things ready."



A minute later, she felt him undo the lacing at the back, and shortly

she was blinking at the bright overhead light. It took her a few

moments to work the stiffness out of her mouth and jaw.



"I see you let me stay in my own room, at least," she offered.



"Yes, well, don't worry," Dodds replied, "you folks won't be staying up

here long. I have great plans for you all."



"I'm sure you do."



"Why, Mandy! You sound petulant, almost as if you aren't glad to see

me. And after we had such fun together on my last visit. Don't you

remember?"



Mandy certainly did remember, and remembering, her nipples grew hard

again, and she felt a slight warmth grow in her crotch.



"You bastard," she exclaimed softly, "you've no right to come barging

in here, knocking people out and covering us up in... in... what the

hell have you got me in, anyway?"



She looked down. For the first time she saw the plaster cast, molded

closely to her body, mummifying her. She was impressed, but tried not

to show it. "Well, anyway, I was just getting reacquainted with an old

boyfriend, and now you show up! I..."



"Now, now," interrupted Dodds, "don't get yourself in a snit. We're

all going to have a wonderful time, and you can have him all to

yourself when I leave. By the way, how long was he planning on

staying?"



"Won't say," she answered, pouting as a child might. There might have

been a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.



"Now don't be petulant, my dear," countered Dodds, smiling an almost

fatherly smile back at her, "you know how unpleasant I can get when

people try to defy me." He stared fixedly into her eyes.



For a few moments, she stared defiantly back, then she broke into a

grin and shook her head.



"Very well," said Dodds, "if you won't talk, you don't need your head

free." He rummaged through her closet. "Hmmph. Cleaned house again,

eh? Well, I ought to find something suitable downstairs."



He walked out the door, and returned minutes later with a heavy wad of

black rubber in his hand.



"My my," breathed Dodds, "This is new, Flora must have been a very bad

girl." He held up the hood for Mandy to see. She gulped: it was only

too familiar to her, since it had been custom made to her own design.



It was made of very thick rubber, the front molded into a feminine

face. It was equipped with an inflatable penis-gag with a tube through

it for breathing. A short, thick hose leading to a small rubber bag

was attached to a fitting at the mouth. Heavy laces closed the rear,

and a panel with a locking zipper secured them from prying fingers.



She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to ask for mercy.



Mr. Dodds opened the hood wide, and forced the dildo gag between her

lips. He smiled. "Oh come now Mandy, you're not resisting much.

You'll never get sympathy that way- you're enjoying yourself to much"



After opening the breathing valve wide, he pulled the heavy hood over

her head, and laced it up tight. Mandy moaned something. Dodds

listened to her breathing for a moment, then fitted a puffer bulb to

the valve between the molded-in lips of the mask.



A few pumps visibly swelled the mask at the cheeks, and brought a few

satisfactory moans from inside the immobile, shiny black head.



When the pump was removed, he stood grinning down at her for a moment

before returning to his work. He had brought in several plastic tarps

and an evil-looking motorized surgical saw.



After laying things out, he searched through her closet for various

rubber and leather articles for several minutes, occasionally chuckling

or muttering to himself as he discovered items of interest.

Reappearing from under mounds of leather and latex, he hauled out his

booty and piled them on the foot stool at the foot of the bed.



Again Dodds stopped to listen to her breathing. It was long and

breathless sounding now. He knew that the rubber bag at her mouth was

forcing her to re-breathe some of her exhalation, concentrating the

CO2, and making her feel breathless. He chuckled to himself. "Still

want to keep secrets from your master, dear?" he taunted. He spoke

normally, knowing that she would have to control her breathing and

strain to hear his words. "Well, we'll give you another HOUR OR TWO to

think it over." A long moan came from within the mask. Apparently she

could hear him well enough. He picked up the stainless steel

motor-saw.



"I'm going to cut you out of your cast now, Mandy. I want you to

remain completely still until I tell you otherwise, alright?"



"UM-HMM!" Mandy grunted. 



"You may feel warm spots, or vibration, but don't worry, you can't be

cut." He plugged in the motorized saw. It was a medical cast cutter,

with an oscillating head that would cut the hard and brittle plaster,

but nothing soft or flexible, such as flesh. He flicked the switch and

a high pitched whine filled the air. He bent to his task.



It took him just under half an hour, to finish the job. He had cut

carefully around her entire body at the sides, leaving the body cast in

two pieces. Gently, he lifted the top half from her body. He set it

aside for the moment, and helped Mandy to her feet. Being held

absolutely immobile for many hours had not helped her muscles any, and

she collapsed on the bed, the bag on her hood swelling and collapsing

in a fast rhythm as she gasped for air. Quickly, Dodds attached cuffs

to each of her limbs, and before she could recover her breath,

stretched her arms and legs toward the bed posts with long leather

straps.



"That should keep you for a bit," he said. 



After washing the plaster dust off of her suit, he picked up one of the

bundles from the bed and grinned.



"Now this suit here... this is a very nice piece of work. It must have

cost you several hundred pounds, at least!"



It was a complicated-looking full body suit. 



"However..." he said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed,

"however... I would wager... that you never expected to have this used

on yourself!"



He held the thing up to look at it, turning it this way and that in the

lights. "You know, it appears to be sized for your slave. I'm sure

you wouldn't dream of wearing something so obviously designed for

sexual torment, so it must have been intended for Flora. It might be a

tight fit, but that's nothing that a little lubrication won't cure."

The sightless Mandy moaned again, wondering which her many diabolical

designs he held. She knew how sensual the suits felt when worn by her

slave, and how difficult they could be to endure after a very short

time. But if it were sized for Flora... she doubted it would fit her

larger frame very well. She also realized that latex stretched a lot,

and that an overly tight fit wouldn't bother her tormentor at all.



Dodds picked up one of the many bottles lying about and slathered a

thick greasey liquid over her latex-covered body. She hummed softly

with delight and squirmed sensually on the bed, arching her hips

upwards as his hand passed over her crotch.



"My," exclaimed Dodds as he unzipped the new suit, "you certainly seem

eager, but you know I can't let you off that easily."



He untied one of her legs and began pulling the thick rubber onto it.

The entire suit was made of very thick red latex and was fitted with

numerous straps and d-rings molded and cemented to the rubber along the

limbs and torso. The torso itself was in effect, a Victorian corset,

having steel boning and canvas sewn and glued between the double layers

of the suit. The feet ended in reinforced straps, holding d-rings.

The arms were terminated in heavy and snug mittens, again with d-rings

attached at the ends.



As he slithered the heavy rubber up over her glistening feet, he

smiled, listening to her excited breathing hissing in the rubber bag.

The legs of the suit were sized too small for Mandy's more voluptuous

figure, and Dodds had to strain a little to pull it over her legs.



Soon he had the body of the suit wrestled over her torso and was

sliding her arms into the mitten-ended arms of the suit. These too,

were a bit of a struggle at first, but soon slid on with a liquid

sigh. Straps were buckled tightly over the wrists, then the long back

zip was laboriously pulled up, and the undersized suit slithered

tighter.



He threaded the rebreathing bag from her mask through the open mouth

hole of the suit's hood before pulling it on. After coating the hood

she was already wearing with more of the thick lubricant, he forced the

heavy red helmet of the punishment suit over it, zipped it up the back,

and laced it tight. Fortunately for Mandy, the only part of the suit

that wasn't made to be a tight fit was the neck, or she might have had

difficulty breathing.



Her head was now encased in two layers of latex, making almost a

quarter- inch of rubber, holding her head and neck practically rigid.



Finally, laces were threaded into the dozens of small d-rings on either

side of the zipper, and he began pulling. The built-in corset had been

tailored to Flora's smaller figure, and he stopped for long breaks

several times, using the opportunity to check on his other two

prisoners. Slowly, Mandy's waist adjusted to it's new shape. As each

lacing session brought the suit tighter and tighter around Mandy's

torso, it forced her body into an improbable, yet very exotic-looking

hourglass shape.



He laughed to hear her grunts and wheezes, interspersed with moans of

pleasure as the compression of her body excited her. When the lacing

was complete, he wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.



"Incredible!" he proclaimed softly, "barely twenty-two inches, over the

outside, that would be about twenty one under the suit."



Despite the radical cut of the corset her hips and bust were at their

normal size, of course, roughly 38 inches. For anyone else, this might

have been impossible. Only Mandy's routine corseting allowed him to

accomplish the drastic reduction. She writhed on the bed now, her

breath coming in shallower gasps. Mr. Dodds allowed her to suffer for

a moment, then removed the rebreathing bag from her helmet, knowing

that she would be inhaling far less air with her ribcage compressed.

He looked around the room.



"You know, I really can't fault your taste in furniture," he

commented. He was tying pulleys to the heavy top rails of her French

provincial bed.



He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him very well inside

the two thick rubber helmets.



"These frames make one wonder," he continued, "whether the whole French

nation was kinky. They're ideal for people like us." He was clipping

the puley ropes to the rings at the sides of her suit. When they were

all secure, he released the straps at her ankles and wrists and started

hauling on the ropes, one by one. Mandy moaned in fright after a few

tugs, probably because she hadn't figured out yet what was being done

to her. As each rope began to take part of her weight, he would tie it

off, moving to the next, repeating the process until she was suspended

upside down over the mattress. Then he reattached the straps to the

rings on the feet, mittens, and helmet of the suit, and stretched each

one tightly to the corners of the canopy frame. Next, he fastened

additional straps to the many d-rings on the sides of the limbs and

torso of the suit. Each of the outside straps he stretched tight to

the canopy frame, while each of the inner-facing ones he pulled taught

to it's mate on the opposing limb. The last touch was to remove the

pulley-ropes, so that the heavy suit and straps alone supported her

weight. When he was done, Mandy was suspended between a web-work of

straps, the rubber suit stretched out a little at each attachment

point.



When finished, Mr. Dodds stepped back to admire her. She was still

wearing the the thin latex catsuit underneath of course, but with the

addition of the shiny red bondage suit laced tightly over it. The

straps pulled this out from her body at dozens of places, and this,

combined with the tightly stretched mittens and feet spreading her in

mid air, made her body appear stretched as well into a strange, yet

erotic caricature of the female form, the stretched points giving the

red rubber the appearance of thorns.



She was taking deep breaths now, her breasts heaving, in order to get

enough air in the confines of the suit, and Dodds watched her for

several minutes.



After a short while he nodded to himself, hefted half of the cast under

each arm, and whistled his way downstairs.



 ... to be continued



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