Archive-name: Bondage/airubb11.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 11





Moving between Jason and Flora, the stranger turned off the treadmill

and vibrating massager.  As they looked up in surprise, he smiled.



"Hello," he said, and then frowned as Flora shook her head wearily.

Though her worst fears had come true; a stranger was in their house

while she was helplessly trapped in Mandy's devilish equipment, she was

too exhausted from her ordeal to do anything but relax within her

bondage, taking advantage of the relief from the insidious treadmill.



Of course, her relaxing was visible only as a bend at the knees, since

her harness held her up, the rigid corset stiffened her back, and her

hands were still held fast to her hips by the thick rubber gloves that

were glued there.



The stranger frowned at her lack of response, then noticed the box at

her belt, from which lead connected to her helmet.  He flipped the

switch on the box, and watched her face.  When nothing happened, he

began again.



"My dear people, I am Mr. Dodds.  You have nothing to fear.  I am an

old friend of Ms. Rafool's, and I'm perfectly aware of her unusual

hobbies.  I'll be releasing you shortly, but I'm afraid I'm not here to

rescue you.



You see, I am your new master, at least for a while."  He let those

words sink in for a moment.



Flora was stunned by this strangers appearance from nowhere, and even

more surprised by his cool assumption of authority over them.  She

thought furiously, wondering how he had gotten onto the property, or

for that matter, how he had gotten past Mandy's two protection-trained

Rottweillers.  She had no intention of surrendering to this intruder

without Mandy's reassurance.  For all she knew, this guy could be an

axe-murderer.  She also realized that their visitor was a large and

powerfully built man, so for the moment, she offered no resistance as

he proceeded to undress her.



She squirmed a bit in embarrassment as he removed the dildos from her

in plain view of Jason.  Did he have to do this here, right in front of

Jason, she thought.  As she stood shivering, wet with lubricant and

sweat, she wondered if perhaps this strange man could be legitimate.

She remembered now that Mandy had mentioned one or two men in her life

once, but it had been a long time ago, and she couldn't remember the

details.  She was certain that Mandy hadn't had any men here since

Flora had moved in, although she knew that Mandy was bisexual.



She remembered that that Mandy had taken several business trips last

year, despite her being "retired".  The lawyers and bean-counters had

not been managing her father's estate to her liking, and she had

intervened personally to set things right.  She could easily have

entertained this guy or any others without Flora's knowledge on any of

those occasions.  For a moment, she felt a faint twinge of jealousy,

but it faded, dissolving in a warm glow, as she assured herself how

much Mandy loved her.



She hoped for this "Mr. Dodds" sake that he either had Mandy's

permission, or that he left before she got home.  Although she didn't

usually think of her as a cruel person, Mandy was not someone you

wanted to have genuinely mad at you.



Mr. Dodds covered Flora with a plain silk bath robe, and led her away

up the stairs.  He stopped at the bar and fixed her a brandy,

commanding her to drink it.



"It will help you calm down, perhaps you can get some rest," he said. 



Flora had no intention of resting until she got to the bottom of this

little mystery, but she swallowed obediently, in order to seem

unthreatening.  She coughed a little after, unaccustomed to the burning

nectar, and then docilely allowed him to lead her to her room.  He

tucked her in, between soft satin sheets, and left her room.  Flora had

intended to get up and about as soon as Dodds left her alone, but

suddenly, she felt very tired, her arms and legs leaden, and she

realized that she had been drugged.  Already, the soporific that Dodds

had dosed her brandy with was making her drowsy, and Flora was soon

fast asleep, unaware of the clicks of the key turning in the lock.

				    -=*=-



When she awoke, she lay still a moment, trying to remember where she

was.  There was a sour taste in her mouth, and the smell of leather

filled her nostrils.  Her head felt tight, and her mouth cottony and

full, as if she'd been drinking.  When she remembered the events of

that morning, she made to get up, to look for Jason and Mandy, but- she

couldn't!  She couldn't move a muscle, literally.  Her entire body felt

clamped in a hard, immovable shell.



She realized then that her eyes were actually open but she couldn't see

a thing.  What's happened to me? she thought.  She forced herself to

calm down.



When she tried to move her head again, she realized that she had been

put into bondage again, but what bondage!



Mentally, she took stock of her senses.  She could feel a stiff, form-

fitting leather helmet laced tightly around her head.  The fullness in

her mouth was a soft gag which tasted of leather.  Although she had

been wearing discipline helmets on occasion for years, this struck her

as odd, as she was certain that all of Mandy's were made of rubber.



Nonetheless, helmets she could handle, they were part and parcel of her

bondage games with Mandy, and she enjoyed them.  Nor was it the first

time she had woken up to find that she had been restrained while

asleep, but this incredible sense of rigidity...



She began to panic again.  Never in her entire life, including two

years under the tender ministrations of Mandy, had she felt as trapped

as this.  Even when tied tightly with yards of rope, or laced into a

leather body binder, or hugged in the firm embrace of Mandy's

inflatable 'meditation bag', it had always been possible to move

slightly.  Now she couldn't wiggle even a finger!  But... she flexed

her muscles again, breathing slowly to calm her self.  Okay, she could

feel her muscles flex, she wasn't paralyzed.



She took the freedom of movement in her head as a good sign as well,

and slowly realized she was in no immediate danger.  She heard some

scratches and a click and then heard the door open.  Well, she thought,

I'm not in any of Mandy's helmets- she usually either uses the ones

with ear pads or puts plugs in my ears- I would never have heard that

noise.  Something brushed her head.  She remembered that Mandy had

removed her wig.  The stranger had seen her bald!  Even after almost a

year without hair, she still felt a twinge of embarassment at the

thought of a stranger seeing her without hair.



"I think you're awake, aren't you?"  A familiar male voice asked.  She

"um-hmmed" through the gag.



"This is Mr. Dodds again, Flora.  You mustn't be afraid, there is

nothing to worry about.  I'll take good care of you, and in due course,

I'll let you out.  Now, if I remove your helmet, will you be a good

girl and have something to eat?"



She thought that feeding one's prisoners didn't conform to the usual

model for axe-murderer, so she grunted "Um-hm" again.  Shortly, he had

removed her mask.  She blinked in the warm glow from the bedside lamp.

Expecting to see some bizarre costume in leather or rubber, she was

surprised to find him bending over her in a simple tweed house jacket.



He smiled kindly said, "I have some good minestroni soup here for you.

I'll spoon and you swallow, alright?"



Suddenly, she was famished.  She had no idea how long it had been since

she and Jason had `eaten' breakfast.



"Okay," she replied, and her own voice startled her.  She realized she

hadn't spoken plainly since, since...



"What time is it?" she inquired, as he began spoon-feeding her.  The

salty, beef-flavored soup tasted delicious.



"It's four in the afternoon, but you've been asleep since yesterday,"

he lied.  She noticed then that the walls seemed tilted at crazy

angles, until she realized that SHE was on a tilted platform, and not

in bed.  Looking down, it was immediately obvious why she was unable to

move.  She was completely encased in a rock-hard body cast, covering

her body from her ankles up to the neck.  Mr. Dodds was talking again

as he fed her more soup.



"You and Jason have had quite a session, though I dare say you got the

more intense treatment.  I've put you into a body cast to isolate you

completely from physical sensations.  Because of this, you should be

recovered from your ordeal completely.  Now we can all have fun again!"



Whether Flora believed this lame-sounding excuse or not, she was too

bewildered by the events of the day to offer any argument or wonder

what Mr. Dodds meant by 'fun'.  Nervously, she continued sipping the

offered soup.



When she was finished, and Dodds had cleared away the breakfast tray,

he spread a plastic tarpaulin around her feet and under the slanting

board.  Flora's eyes grew wide with apprehension.



Dodds smiled and said, "Now I'm going to remove your cast.  The noise

may sound awful, but I promise it shan't hurt a bit."



When the messy procedure was over, Mr. Dodds helped the weak and

wondering Flora to the bed, tucked her in, and said, "Good night!"

before trundling off with the pieces of her cast under his arms.



The drug he had put in her soup soon took hold, and she drifted off

again, unaware of the strange activities commencing in the guest room

down the hall...



Late that night, the light in Mr. Dodd's commandeered guest room still

burned.  He had his three body casts arrayed across the

tarpaulin-covered floor, while he mixed odd-smelling liquids in big

plastic buckets.  The halves of each cast had been joined anew, the

seams made smooth by plaster-and-gauze repairs.  When he was satisfied

with the gooey substance that foamed in his buckets, he began pouring

it into his molds....



                                    -=*=-



Sunlight streaming in the window warmed her body as Flora awoke.  She

felt strange, as if still dreaming, with a dull, numb feeling

enveloping her.  As she woke up a bit more, she realized that someone

had put a thin latex helmet on her head.  She felt for a zipper to undo

it, but it was apparently sealed under a glued seam.  The helmet had

eye, nose and mouth openings, so she took it in stride, having worn

such helmets for years.  She started to get up, happy to be able to

move again, only to be startled when she realized that Mr. Dodds was

sitting in a chair next to the door.  He looked a little weary, but he

must have been happy.  He was smiling broadly.



"Here," he said. "I brought you some juice.  No, don't lie down, we've

a lot to do today.  Besides, I want to examine you."



At Flora's intake of breath and indignant look, he quickly added, "Now,

my good man, there's no point stalling."



Flora thought, `good man' ?   He's either gone completely bonkers, or

he REALLY needs glasses!



"After all," Dodds was saying, "I AM a doctor, and besides, I've

already seen you without clothes downstairs, or had you forgotten?"



Flora blushed beneath her concealing mask, and he said, "Please.  Turn

around for me a bit.  Good.  Very good.  You look fine.  Now I want you

to get dressed in those clothes on the dresser, they should fit you

well enough."



As she sipped her juice, Sarah began feeling even more odd than when

she had awoke.  There was a strange sensation in her skin, as if she

still had on one of her latex catsuits.  She looked down at her

body...



...and got the shock of her life.  She had the body of a man!  Feeling

faint, she rushed to the full-length dressing mirror, holding on to one

of the bedposts for support.  The image that confronted her in the

mirror was impossible, yet there was no denying it.  Below the

concealing black hood, her sexy young female figure was gone, replaced

by the virile form of a young, shaved man, complete with plumbing.



In a daze, she caressed the strange chest and arms, thinking, I'm

dreaming- that's got to be it, I'm still asleep, and this is all a

dream.



Mr. Dodds interrupted her revery.  "Ah-ah!  None of that, Jason- no

touching yourself.  Just get dressed.  And hurry up, we've a lot do

today."



Jason!  Flora thought, I'm not Jason!  Okay, that's it then, this

really is a dream.  I guess I can be whoever I want...  hmm, this could

actually be fun.  I've always wondered what it was like to be a man.

As she turned her head, the makeup lights sourrounding the vanity left

blurry trails behind- she knew she was dreaming, now.



Dodds was very pleased with himself.  It had taken him a year of

tinkering and several visits from a Hollywood special effects costumer

that he knew to perfect the technique.  The foam latex suit that he'd

molded from Jason's cast fit her perfectly.  Once she was dressed,

she'd never be able to see the back seam, which was glued shut anyhow,

and the only remaining openings were at the neck and anus.



The inside was molded precisely to her own shape, and the supple foam

latex would follow her every movement.  A thick dildo, made of

silicone-coated steel, filled her vagina and was loosely attached to

the artificial phallus in front, while a small manual pump concealed in

the scrotum would allow her to get a convincing erection.  The dildo

inside her was hollow near the top and half full of mercury, so it

wiggled and jerked inside her with every movement.



In Flora's anesthetised state however, she knew only that she felt

horny.  She chalked it up to her new male body.  How distracting, she

thought, to be randy all the time.  No wonder men have such a bad

reputation.



By all external appearances, she was now a man.  But Dodds had drugged

her juice as well, to support the illusion.  On an empty stomach, he

thought, it ought to be coursing through her veins even now.



The juice contained a witch's brew of drugs, although in relatively low

dosages.  The mixture had been painstakingly developed by the doctor

over about five months, using himself and his current slave as test

subjects.  A synthetic cocaine derivative would cause a feeling of

elation, a relative of Xylocain would numb her skin somewhat, and a

hypnotic similar to Nembutal would maintain her dreamlike state.  None

of the drugs depressed the central nervous system.  Flora would still

receive plenty of sexual stimuli.



As the potent cocktail of drugs began to take hold, Flora found herself

becoming excited by her new identity, and the interesting items that

Dodds had set out for her.  She fumbled through the pile, wondering

what new devilment the mysterious Mr. D had come up with.  She

uncovered a large butt plug made of gleaming chrome-plated metal.  It

was very heavy, and warm to the touch.  Dodds must have heated it up.

Thoughtful, but...  She stared at it.  She looked at Mr. Dodds

pleadingly.  She looked back at the butt plug.



"Come, come now!" exclaimed Dodds, "I'm losing my patience."  He leaped

to his feet and shoved Flora/Jason onto the bed, shouting, "Stay there

and don't move!"  He searched through the bedside tables until he found

a jar of lubricant, some of Mandy's favorite silicone grease.  He

liberally smeared Flora's rear passage, through the hole in the suit,

and pushed in the plug.



All at once and nothing first, Flora (or was she Jason?) felt the dildo

slip into place.  Had she not been used to such toys, the big toy would

surely have caused some pain.  As it was, the size of it made her gasp,

then writhe in delight.  I wonder if this is how it feels to Jason, she

thought.  Am I really a man?  It feels different, strange.



"Now that you're suitably plugged," shouted Dodds, "get your sluggish

ass off the bed and into those things as I told you!"



Jason/Flora moved quickly to the dresser and picked up the first item.

Not so much clothing as tack, thought Flora.  The leather harness she

held in her hands was both large and complex, with dozens of straps.

She laid it out and loosened the buckles, then put it on.  When she was

finished, she stood before the mirror.  The harness was a total-body

harness, with straps extending down two sides of each leg plus the

front, rear, and sides of the torso, and both sides of each arm.

Further, it continued in a stiff posture collar into a complex head

harness which she hadn't figured out yet.



Mr. Dodds stood and assisted.  "Here lad, you've got to loosen the

gag-strap first," he said.  He pulled the harness over her head,

pushing the deflated bladder gag into her mouth.  Over this was mounted

a thick curved plate, covering the mouth, on the front of which was

attached a formidable, realistically shaped dildo, also made of

gleaming chrome-plated metal.



As the straps were tightened, Flora felt strangely elated, knowing that

this treatment was the sort of thing Jason would have to learn to

love.  But wait, she thought, I'm Jason now!  And if I'm Jason, then

what is Flora going through?  Her head spun.



Mr. Dodds worked his way down Floras (Jason's?) body, tightening each

strap until her "flesh" swelled between them.  Her new penis and balls

were then delivered through the crotch ring, and the crotch strap

pulled tight in the buckle on the waist strap, forcing the butt-plug

deep into her rectum.



"Almost ready!" exclaimed Dodds, as he plucked another item from the

dresser: a puffer bulb, which he attached to a valve at the edge of the

mouth-plate.  He watched Flora's face as he pumped the bulb.  Her eyes

widened, her breathing quickening as her mouth was inexorably filled

with soft rubber.  When her cheeks were slightly distended, Dodds

detached the bulb.



He drew out a long burgundy rubber cape from the closet and draped it

around his slave's shoulders.  "There!" he pronounced, "a perfect image

of male submission, ready to serve his mistress in any way.  Now, who

do you suppose that mistress is going to be, Jason?"



Mr. Dodds began to stroke her crotch with both hands.  She strained to

see, but the severe leather harness prevented her from bending more

than an inch or two.  Dodds turned her to the mirror and stepped back.



"Jason" looked at herself in the mirror.  She was indeed an excellent

specimen of manhood, with broad shoulders, powerful legs and chest,

all  held in check by the tight body harness.  Further, her engorged

member proved beyond a doubt that no matter how strange it felt, this

must be a dream- she really was a man, for as long as the dream

lasted!



Feeling slightly dazed, Flora allowed "himself" to be led by leash and

collar downstairs...



When they arrived at the dining room, she got quite a shock, until she

remembered who she was.  Someone, (Flora?) was standing on the other

side of the table, acting as servant in a very sexy, if bizarre, maid's

outfit.  The third member of the household was nowhere to be seen.

Earlier in her dream, "Jason" had hoped to talk to the others, to find

out how they felt, what they were going through, but now she saw this

was not to be.  She, of course, would never be able to talk with her

mouth filled by the pump gag, and in addition, she recognized her own

false-face mask on the maid's head, the same one she had worn to the

party that Mandy had followed Jason to.  The thick rubber helmet was an

exact duplicate of a female face, but she knew it was equipped with a

thick, sponge filled rubber gag inside.  The question was, who was

inside: Mandy or Jason?



They were about the same height, so it would be impossible to tell that

way.  Then she remembered- it would have to be either Mandy or Flora,

not Jason.  She was really "Jason".



Dodds loosened some straps, then sat "Jason" down at the table,

strapping her to the chair with the harness until she could barely

move.  He then ordered the maid to serve brunch, "Exactly as I told

you.", then walked away.



For eating, "Jason's" gag was removed, and she was spoon fed, like a

baby.  The breakfast/lunch was actually rather good, and she wondered

who had cooked it, with all of them tied up most of the time.



Flora realized that she might figure out who the maid was by how she

walked, but she seemed to be having trouble walking, and a glance down

showed why.



She wore very shiny chrome-colored thigh-high boots, that had no

apparent laces or fastenings, just barely-visible seams along the

sides.  In addition to being very stiff-looking, they had very high

heels and ballet toes.  As she walked about, the maid never bent her

knees, rather she seemed to shift her hips until the heel cleared the

floor, then swung her leg slightly, taking tiny, mincing steps.



The boots were so smooth and polished to such a sheen that they might

have been made from metal.  Suddenly "Jason" realized... they actually

were metal.



She was amazed that anyone could even stand in them, let alone walk

around.  But the maid continued to defy gravity, remaining upright,

although she had to constantly shift her feet for balance, like a

ballerina on point.



All too soon, the mysterious Mr. Dodds returned, saying, "Now, my

children, I'd like to show you what I've been working on."  He released

"Jason", re-tightening her harness.  Snapping a lead to each of their

collars, he led them to the basement stairs....



                                                         ...to be continued



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