Archive-name: Bondage/airubb16.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 16





 Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet 

touched something soft, slimy, and at first, cold.  It quickly warmed 

to their body temperature though, as it slipped up their legs to their 

thighs.  Whatever it was, it pressed firmly against their oiled bodies,

squeezing them together.  Jason assumed that this was the well that he

had glimpsed in the center of the room.  As it enveloped them further, 

passing their thighs and hips, Jason imagined the two of them being 

sucked into an enormous vagina.



 Soon, the squishy warmth had swallowed them up to their necks and for a

moment, Jason fought panic, unwilling to have his head consumed as well. 

But reason prevailed, and he told himself that the air hissing into the 

tight-fitting helmet must be coming from a compressor of some kind.  

  His air supply was safe.



  With a slight lurch, the two of them slid all the way into the tight, 

slippery well, the warm rubber walls pressing them closely together.  

Then a new sensation presented itself.  The walls began to move, with 

slow, strong undulations.  Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water 

jets of the jaccuzi, and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair 

inside. 



  Jason smiled inside his helmet, reveling in the sensations of Flora's 

slippery breasts and belly pressed against his, the rubber walls 

squeezing their tired bodies in a soft yet insistent massage.  It wasn't 

long before he was frowning however, as he came to understand his 

predicament.  With his hands bound behind him, there was very little he 

could do to enjoy their situation, and he soon discovered that Flora was 

in a similar fix when he felt her rigid mittens groping about his body.  

It felt nice to have her caress him, but the mittens were scratchy and 

hard, and did not feel particularly sensual.  Flora could not grasp him,

nor could he hold her, and he was soon near to screaming with 

frustration, his erect cock slithering helplessly against her belly.  



  Dodds wins another round, he thought.



  But after a few minutes of frustrated groping, he felt Flora's leather 

mittens curl around his neck and shoulders, while her long legs drew up 

along his hips, and slithered around his waist.  It looked like Flora was

more experienced at this sort of thing than he.  It also looked like he 

might get some satisfaction after all.



                                    -=*=-



 Flora too, was having difficulties, even though she had been in the Well

before, with her hands bound to frustrate any attempt to relieve herself. 

The years of restrictive rubber clothes and fetishistic bondage had 

accustomed her to this kind of confinement, but she wasn't yet jaded- she 

still couldn't help becoming aroused.  She fumbled at her breasts and 

Jason's crotch with her mittened hands, until an advantage of their 

situation struck her.



 She maneuvered herself so that she was once again pressed belly-to-belly 

against Jason, his firm erection pressing deliciously into her belly-

button.  Then she clumsily grasped him around the neck, and drew her legs

up, so that she was more or less in a sitting position at his waist.  This

was less easy than it sounds, for while they were both slippery as eels 

from the silicone, they were still crushed together by the pressure of the 

water behind the rubber surrounding them.

 As she locked her legs around him, he finally got the idea, and they 

squirmed together a bit, until at last, he slid inside her.



                                   -=*=-



  Jason's first orgasm had been explosive, and judging from the little

after-spasms that gripped his cock, Flora had enjoyed it too.  After an

indeterminate period of rest, during which they squirmed against and

around each other to stay comfortable, they made love again.  This time 

they were more relaxed, with less of the sense of urgency they had felt

the first time.  They slithered against each other in a slow, languorous

rhythm, savoring the slippery sensations of each others' body, and of the

rubber that pressed in around them.  



  It's like making love in a mother's womb, thought Jason.



  His second ejaculation seemed to take minutes, as his muscles

relentlessly wrung every remaining drop of semen from his loins.  They 

relaxed again, their bodies softening into each other until they might 

have been one flesh.  



                                    -=*=-



  Jason started suddenly.  He realized he had been dozing!  He found

it hard to believe that he could have fallen asleep in their present

situation, but then, he was sooo tired.  He felt now what had awakened 

him.  Flora was sliding past him.  At first he thought that he might be 

slipping further down into the well, but his feet were already wedged

firmly against the bottom of the rubber bag.  It occurred to him that 

Flora was being pulled out.  After a long wait Jason too, felt the tug 

of his body harness, and he slithered his way out of the warm grasp of 

the latex womb.  



  God, thought Jason as his head and shoulders came free, it's like being

born again!



  After a moment, he felt ground beneath him, his feet coming to rest on

a towel.  After a little fumbling, the helmet came off his head, and to

his surprise, he found that it was Flora removing it.



  "Flora!  How," he started to ask, but Flora had already silenced

him with a ferocious kiss.  "Yum," he finished, grinning.



  "That felt wonderful!"  Flora exclaimed, "I feel like I could sleep for

a hundred years!  Here, let me get those cuffs off you."  She struggled

with the cuffs a moment, both of them still slippery with oil.



  "Yeah, it was kind of fun, wasn't it?" answered Jason, "but um, WHERE 

is Mr. Dodds?"



  "That's the weird part!  When I got out, he sat me in that chair, freed

my hands, and by the time I thought to take off my helmet, he was gone!

He likes doing that, though- he likes to make dramatic entrances and exits.

What bothers me though, is how he got past Charlemagne and Attila."



  "Who?  Oh, Mandy's dogs.  Hmm.  He wouldn't have, um... he wouldn't..."  

he didn't finish, because Flora's eyes grew wide, and she dashed from the 

room, barely managing to keep her footing on the slick tile.  "Hey wait!

shouted Jason, "he could still be around..."

  He struggled with the cuffs for a while, which Flora hadn't managed to 

remove, then sat down in resignation when he realized he couldn't get 

them off.  He wasn't about to go running through the house naked, no matter

how well he knew the owners.  Besides, his feet were still more or less

oily, and he didn't fancy negotiating all that tile without the use of his 

arms for balance.



  Flora returned in a few minutes, puffing, with a puzzled expression on

her face.  "S'odd," she said, "'Tilla and Charley are outside, chasing 

the birds as if nothing's happened.  Healthy as horses."  She began 

fumbling with Jason's cuffs again.  Finally, she wiped her hands on 

another towel, and gripping the leather through the towel, managed to 

unbuckle the stiff straps.



  "So how did he get in?" Jason asked, wiping silicone from his body with

an already saturated towel.  "And how the hell am I going to get clean?"

he added to himself.



  Flora looked thoughtful as she dug another towel out of the cupboard.

"I don't know...maybe he drugged them.  I know for certain he used drugs

on me... I still feel a little funny around the edges.  Not bad funny,

just sort of fuzzy... you know?"



  "Yah.  Hey, what about Mandy?"  Both their eyes grew wide, and they 

managed to jammed themselves in the doorway like two Keystone Kops, in 

their haste to get into the adjoining room.  What they found was not 

exactly comforting.  The tilt-table sat unmoving, the respirator 

equipment, silent.  A strange-looking hollow mold of Mandy's body lay 

upside down on the floor next to the table, the table itself being bare, 

with an outline where the mold had been cut free.  Jason walked over and

examined it.  The suit Mandy had been made to wear was still inside,

molded into the rubber.  The tape sealing the back zipper had been cut,

and the suit simply zipped open, since her back hadn't been covered with

the rubber. 

There was no sign of Mandy in the room.



  Jason looked worried.  "Oh..."



  "...shit," finished Flora.  She looked even more worried than Jason.  

The two of them went up the stairs, two at a time, and started searching 

the first floor.  It rapidly became apparent she was not there.



  "Mandy?" called Flora, "MANDY!"  she was beginning to sound frantic.



  "Hey, hey, easy," soothed Jason, maybe she's asleep upstairs."  He 

sounded more calm than he felt, or at least hoped he did.  "Let's finish

looking around before we go panicking, okay?"



  Ignoring the elevator in favor of the sweeping staircase for speed, 

they took to the second floor.  In the hallway, they found a note, pinned 

to Mandy's door by a deer-footed dagger.  



  "Jesus!" said Jason, wide-eyed.  Flora yanked the note free as they

swept in to Mandy's room.  



  Mandy was in her bed, apparently asleep.  They stood transfixed for a

moment, until they saw that she was breathing.  Jason looked at Flora

with relief.  She was staring at the note.  An amused look of wonderment

was stealing across her face.  At Jason's puzzled expression, she held

her finger to her lips, and beckoned him to follow her.  When they were 

standing in the hall, she closed the door softly, shaking her head

slowly.  She held up the note for Jason to read.



    "Let Her Sleep.

     That's An Order.



              -Dodds."



  Jason looked back at Flora, amazement on his face.  While he rocked the

tip of the dagger out of the door, he stage-whispered to Flora, "I can't 

believe the balls on this guy!  That cheeky, arrogant, supercilious son 

of a-" Jason shushed as Flora held a finger to his lips.  



  "Seriously though," he continued, more calmly, "do you think she's 

alright?"



  "I think she's alright.  Dodds has been here before you know.  For 

goodness sake, I _belonged_ to him, before I met Mandy.  He may be weird,

but he'd never hurt one of us, and in his own way... he's wonderful."



 She sighed, then snickered quietly.  As they walked quietly away from 

Mandy's door, she added, "Although Mandy may kill him when she sees that 

scratch in her precious mahogany door."



  For some reason, this struck them as insanely funny, and they smothered

their giggles as they stumbled into Jason's room.  Jason was giddy with 

fatigue poisons, and fell laughing, onto the bed.  



  "Ohh, god!" he said softly, "a nice, soft bed, that doesn't move..."



  "I'm hungry," announced Flora abruptly, "let's go have breakfast.

I'm always starved after sex."



  Jason stared at her as if she had just invited him to a Moral Majority

rally.  "Are you nuts?" he asked, not moving, "I'm not going anywhere.  

I just wanna sleep... so tired." He ended with mumbling.



  "Alright love," Flora soothed, "you just lie there and rest.  Flora's

going to make everything all right.  There, there, sleepy head."  She

pulled the covers over him as she spoke, tucking him in like a child, 

cooing all the while.  He was asleep before she turned out the lights.



                                   -=*=-



  Jason awoke in bed, once again between soft, warm sheets.  To his 

amazement, they were soft flannel sheets, not rubber.  He lay still a

moment while his head finished waking up, listening to the tiny sounds

made by the house as it settled on it's foundations, by the wind outside,

and by his own breathing.



  He had no idea what time it was, or even what day.  He glanced around 

the room, looking for a clock, but found none.  Only then did he realize 

that his room had no window.  It hadn't occurred to him before now how 

unusual it was to find a bedroom without a window.  But then, he told

himself, some of Mandy's activities are a little strange - perhaps she

had them bricked up for privacy.



  Mandy!  He suddenly remembered the events of the past few days and the

predicament they had been left in, especially Mandy.  When he had last

seen her, she had been imprisoned in a diabolical vibrating rubber 

bodysuit, and embedded beneath more layers of rubber, on a tilting 

table...  Mr. Dodds!  Was he still about?  He felt panicky for a moment.  

He couldn't remember the last several hours.  



  Then it came back to him.  Flora's release, then his, their discovery

of Mandy safely sleeping in her room... 

  Well, I'm awake now, he thought.  Might as well check on Mandy.  He

swung out of bed and padded carefully  to the door, where he stopped

again, in wonderment.  He fingered his pajamas.  He hadn't been wearing

pajamas.  And these were cotton!  What was going on?  If Flora had 

dressed him without waking him, he really had been exhausted!



  He eased the door open and listened.  Nothing.  Then a door thumped, 

very close.   He froze, listening to footsteps in the hall - they 

sounded like women's heels.  He peered out and saw Flora carrying a 

tray, walking away down the hall.  At least, it LOOKED like Flora.  She 

at least, was dressed normally.  Normal that is, for this household.  She 

wore a black and white French maid's uniform that looked suspiciously

like latex, and skyscraper-heeled pumps of very shiny black patent 

leather.  He watched her delicious legs recede down the staircase, then

glanced across the hall, and stepped quickly to the opposite door.  

No sound came from inside.



  "Mandy!" he hissed, not wanting to alert Flora.  Nothing.



  He tapped the door, very softly.  Nothing.  He opened the door as

quietly as he could.  When he had the door almost all the way open, he

saw Mandy, lying asleep on the bed amid still more ordinary cotton 

bedclothes - odd!  A tray with a pitcher of water and a glass on it sat

on the bedside table.



  When a soft voice said, "Shh!  Don't wake her!" behind him, he nearly

jumped out of his skin!  He whirled to see Flora standing, her shoes

held in her hand, behind him.  She reached past him to shut the door 

quietly before she began her tirade.  "Now just what do you think you're

doing out of bed?" she hissed.



  Jason opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted.  "You should be

resting, you've had a very tough night!  Now you get back in there and 

lie down while I get your breakfast ready.  It hasn't been but a few

hours, and already you're panting at her door like a rutting bull!"



  Jason opened his mouth to protest that he'd only wanted to check on

her, to see how she was doing, but Flora stuffed the shiny toe of one

stilleto-heeled shoe in his mouth, stifling him.



  "You're supposed to be recovering from yesterday's session," she 

continued, herding him toward his room, "and here you're up and

roaming around the house!"



  Jason looked sheepish at her school-marmish tone, and removed the shoe

from his mouth.  She took hold of his ear and dragged him, like an errant

schoolboy, to his bedroom.



  "But WHAT the hell is going on around here?" managed Jason after the

door was closed.  "I thought you and Mandy were nuts about rubber, even

more than I am, and here I wake up in pajamas and sheets, no sign of

that imperious ass Dodds around, and the maid running the household!"

He grinned at her, as he waited for her answer.



  She smiled in return for just a moment, destroying the firm matronly

look she had been attempting, then looked worried.  She sat on the edge

of the bed, patting the comforter next to her, indicating where he could

sit.  "You shouldn't be so hard on Dodds, love, he's really very good to 

us.  And don't tell me you didn't enjoy what we did yesterday."



  She blushed as she said this, and looked down as she continued.



"Anyway, Mandy is pretty drained from the whole thing, and she needs a

lot of rest.  I've looked around the grounds, and Dodds really has left, 

I think.  He left a note in the kitchen with some suggestions for her

care.  He really loves her, you know, in his own way.  I think he even

took a liking to you, and I didn't know he went for boys."



  It was Jason's turn to blush.  She continued on.



  "That's why you woke up in regular bedclothes.  Mr. D reminded us that

it's possible to overdo it - get "burned out" is how he put it, he said

we should all give it a rest."



  Jason stared pointedly at the generous cleavage showing over neckline

of her tight rubber bodice.  "So how," he asked, "do you explain YOUR

outfit?"



  She looked down, smiling guiltily.  "Would you believe... I couldn't 

help myself?  Besides, I thought it would help Mandy recover."  Her eyes 

took on a serious look again.  "You know, she's so worn out by what... 

well, what was done to her, that she's quite uninterested in me.  I mean,

I used to at least get a pat on the rump even when she wasn't interested,

but... but, now..."  She seemed close to tears.



  Jason pulled her to him, hugged her and murmured in her ear.  "It's 

alright dear, she'll get better.  She's just worn out, like you said,

that's all."   But privately, he wondered, would she recover?  Oh sure,

her body was probably just fine, aside from a little fatigue, but what

about her mind?  Was she still sane?  He thought back to her "torture"

at Dodds' hands.



  The faintly floral smell of Flora's hair brought him back to the 

present.  Flora sighed softly into his shoulder as he rubbed her

neck and shoulder muscles.  She melted against him, and he slipped one

hand down, and around.  Cautiously, he caressed her chest where one

erect nipple pressed out through the latex.  She "mm-hmmed" her approval,

pulled her head up and kissed him fiercely, then pulled away slightly.



  "Love," she said, looking slightly feral in the angled light of the

bedside lamps, "do you know what I want to do?"



  His eyes grew wide, and he shook his head innocently.



  She grabbed his crotch and squeezed.  "I. Want. To. Fuck!"  Jason was

slightly shocked.  He had never heard her swear before.  She pushed him 

over onto his back.  Jason laughed and rolled over onto her, pinning her 

wrists.  "What are you, insatiable?  Am I supposed to believe that you 

didn't get enough out of yesterday's fun and games?"



  "Weelll," she stalled, looking mischievous.



  "Alright," he continued, "do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

She batted her eyelashes up at him innocently.  "I'm... uh..." he looked

stricken suddenly.  "Of all the times... I guess I'm going to go to the 

bathroom."  He shrugged helplessly.



  Flora gave him a look of mock fury.  "OOhh!  How could you!" she said

as he climbed off her and headed for the bathroom, "You wind me up and

then desert me?!  I'll show you!" she called after his retreating back.



  When Jason returned, Flora had disappeared.  He stood in the doorway

of the bathroom, staring at the empty bed.  "Why, that fickle little

wench," he muttered to himself.  He headed toward the nightstand for his

slippers...

...and got a big surprise.



  For the second time in 36 hours, something soft and dark was suddenly

pulled down over Jason's head, and when he dropped his slippers, one 

wrist and then the other were clicked into a pair of handcuffs.  He was 

mad enough to kick out, but his kick was ineffective, and left him 

precariously off balance.  He heard, muffled through the bag or hood,

Flora giggle behind him, as she pulled him backwards, keeping him off-

balance.  He felt himself falling helplessly, disoriented, his body 

tensing for the impact.  Flora caught him by the shoulders, providing a 

reference point for his reeling senses.  She lowered him gently to the

floor.  In a panic, he struggled to get to his feet, legs flailing 

wildly, for all the good it did him.  Flora ignored his faint bellows 

of rage, and shortly had his ankles trussed as well.  



  After he realized that there was no way he could stand without help,

and that nothing else was happening to him yet, he calmed down 

somewhat, then fell completely silent when he thought of Mandy sleeping 

in the room across the hall.  He didn't want to find out what she might 

do to him in his present situation.  Especially when wakened from a sound

sleep, he added to himself.  And with her state of mind quite unknown, he 

added again. 



  He listened to Flora bustling about the room, heard the door being 

locked, heard the unmistakable rustle of rubber clothing.  It makes 

enough noise, he thought.  Is it something large and loose-fitting, or

something tight that she has trouble putting on?



  Shortly thereafter, his ankles were untied, but almost at the same 

moment, a warm hand gripped his balls gently, and Flora's voice said,

"Now be good lover, and do what I say- you'll like this, I promise."



  He hadn't much choice as she led him carefully to the bed, laying him

back upon cool sheets.  COLD sheets!  They warmed quickly to his skin,

and he realized that she had changed the flannel for latex sheets, the 

cool material sticking just slightly to his still-damp skin.



  He relaxed now, knowing that all Flora had in mind was more fun, 

although he was a little disappointed that she hadn't let him have the

upper hand.  She was tying his ankles, then his wrists to the bed posts,

with something soft but strong and unyielding.  When she was done, she

removed his hoodwink.  He gasped.



  "Do you like it?" she inquired, doing slow pirouettes for him around

the bedside.  



  "Like it?" he breathed, "it's... extraordinary!", and any objections he

might have had to being tied up evaporated in a haze of lust.  She had

removed the skimpy maid's outfit and donned an amazing body-shaper,

obviously made from very thick black rubber.  As she turned before him,

he was treated to a full view of it's effect on her.  It was a corselet

essentially, yet it had short legs as well.  The rear was cut out, the 

tight fit causing her buttocks to protrude perkily.  The waist was made

very tight, and acted as a mild corset, emphasizing the size of her hips

and chest.  The chest had cut-outs too, around each breast, but the holes

must have been slightly small, as each tit stood out strangely taught

and firm, literally looking like small melons.



  As he watched, fascinated, she picked up a large bottle and spread

a thick oil over herself and the latex as she walked slowly and sinuously

to the bedside.  "I decided to try out the dominant side of life," she 

said smiling, "you don't mind, do you?"



  "Well, no, but..." stammered Jason, looking bemused at his bindings.



  "Oh, and I used your ties for um, ties.  I hope you don't mind that

either."



  "Er, Flora," said Jason looking wryly up at her, "I don't think you're

supposed to ask a slave if he minds or not- it doesn't make you a very

convincing dominatrix."



  "That's okay," she replied brightly, "I don't really want to be a 

convincing dominatrix."  She had started pouring the oil on his belly,

spreading it around, and down onto his legs.  It was very warm, almost

hot.



  "You look terrif!" commented Jason, "That's a hell of a... a... 

whatever it is, it looks great!"



  "It's new.  You're the first person to see me in it.  Not even Mandy

knows about it yet- I bought it myself."  The oil trickled down his

sides, ran under his back, began spreading around his ass.  She climbed

onto the bed.



  "I just love hot oil massages, don't you?" she asked.



  "If I could get my arms free, I'd show you how much I love it," he 

growled back.  She smiled, slid one leg over so that she straddled him, 

smoothing the warm oil over his entire body, and massaging the muscles of

his arms, his chest.  Her oil-slicked rubber-covered torso gleamed like 

polished ebony, every movement she made rippling the clinging material.

He panted like a lion when she rubbed oiled hands over his cock and balls.



  "You make me so hot," she purred, moving down his legs.



  Jason snorted.  "I'm making YOU hot!  Love, if you're not careful, I'm

going to come just from looking at you!  I'M the one getting hot!"



  "Ah, but I'm not even started yet," she replied, mischief in her eye.

She slithered off the bed.  The latex sheets and Jason's body were now

completely covered in oil.  Flora walked out of his sight for a moment, 

then returned carrying an odd collection of straps and two large dildos.

As she climbed onto the bed, he got a better look at it.  It was a head

harness- he had enough experience now to recognize that much.  The two 

singularly realistic organs protruded from the front of the mouth-piece.



  This wench is kinkier than I am, thought Jason.  His mouth was suddenly 

very dry.



  Flora smiled at him as he licked his lips.  "Perhaps I should give you

a taste before I put this on you," she said.



  She clambered around on top of him, facing his feet, and planted her 

fragrant crotch on his face, her latex-covered calves gripping his head.

Jason licked and sucked eagerly as he felt her warm, greasy hands

fondling and stroking his now very hard erection.  After only a few

moments though, she pulled away and turned around.  



  Despite the oil and Jason's hairless head, she managed to get the head-

harness on him in short order.  It didn't hurt that he gave her 

essentially no resistance.  This was not shaping up to be an unpleasant 

experience, and he was eager to see it to it's conclusion.  When she was 

done, he found a soft bladder in his mouth, which filled his cheeks with 

rubber when she pumped it up with a hand bulb.  His vision was filled by 

two prodigious prongs sprouting from his mouth and chin.



  "There," remarked Flora, "every girls dream- a man with two cocks who

doesn't talk."  



 She giggled again, climbing around the slippery bed until she had 

positioned herself over his face, again facing his feet.  She treated him 

to an excellent view of her oily fingers probing her ass and vagina.  

Jason was so turned on by this display that he thought he would orgasm 

from sheer tension!



  She looked over her shoulder.  "Ready?" she asked, and without waiting

for a response, which would have been impossible anyway, carefully 

lowered herself onto the dildos.  As she guided each one into place, she

moaned and shivered a little, shaking drops of oil onto Jason's face.  

With a panty's-eye-view, Jason watched in fascination as her front and

rear passages stretched wide to accommodate the thick rods.  His view

became dim as she settled all the way down, and he had to struggle to get

any air into his nose, as it buried itself between her cheeks.



  For a moment, she just sat there, rocking a little, then she leaned

slowly forward and planted her lips on his throbbing penis.  Jason 

shouted into his gag and Flora groaned as the vibrations shook the dildos

slightly.  As she stroked him, she rocked back and forth, the artificial 

phalluses thrusting in and out inches before Jason's wildly staring eyes.

In moments, Flora began to grunt and hum loudly around Jason's cock, and

as she accelerated her thrusts against his face, they came, within 

seconds of each other, in one long, shattering climax.





                                  ...to be continued

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