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Part 17

Part 16

When he had “Jason” free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr. Dodds led her into the adjoining room. This room was adjacent to the one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest. Its two prominent features were a low, round structure like a well, in the middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall. It was attached at the centre to a large metal hub bolted to the wall. There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the ceiling, and a diver’s air compressor on a wheeled dolly.

All of which equipment, “Jason” was only too familiar with. Mr. Dodds made her stand on a stool while he strapped her body harness to the frame. In minutes, she was attached by a myriad of little leather straps, one every few inches, with her waist tightly clamped by a single four inch wide belt. Even her head was fastened down tightly to the padded headrest. She couldn’t move an inch.

As Mr. Dodds checked the bondage of each limb in turn, she could feel the frame swaying slightly. Finally, Dodds walked out. In the next room, he reached behind “Flora’s” head and undid the zip of Jason’s female-faced helmet, removing it.

“Look, buster,” Jason announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged, “I’ve had just about enough of your little games… when are you going to leave us alone?”

Mr. Dodds looked completely taken aback as Jason ranted on.

“What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy’s household, and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?”

Mr. Dodds looked amused for a moment.

“First of all, Mandy is my ‘personal sex slave’. Since I’m the one who introduced Flora to this scene, and since she now belongs to Mandy, she too is mine to do with as I please. She has told Mandy many times that she would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if Mandy watched. Although I doubt this is exactly what she had in mind. If you don’t believe me, you’re free to ask Flora yourself; as-if-and-when I decide to let her out of her present predicament.

“Secondly, I’d assumed when I found you in your predicament, that you were also a new acquisition of Mandy’s, since you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Jason blushed right to his hairline.

“Third,” Dodds ticked off on his fingers; “I am a reasonable man. Since I didn’t ask you, and you didn’t ask me, you certainly should be given the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to lead. But I’ll warn you! If you decide to leave now, in the heat of anger, I can predict that not only will you never be bothered by me again, you will never see Mandy or Flora again, either. Believe it or not, some of the things we do here are against the law in this state. It’s even worse back in England!

“Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medieval laws in this country, we can’t risk someone running out and calling the newspapers, now can we? If I were to let you go, Mandy might be very unhappy, but she would in all likelihood, move, despite her comfortable little mansion here, and as I said, you would never see her again.”

He paused, looking reflectively at Jason for a moment.

“I assume,” he added, more gently, “that since you are here, and since Mandy generally prefers women, that there is something special between you?”

Jason looked sullen, but nodded. Mr. Dodds continued.

“So. Just to be sure things are as everyone would have it, I’ll give you the option. Stay here, subject to Mandy’s or my absolute rule, and live in decadent, submissive pleasure, free of any cares, for as long as you like. Or leave now, all pissed off, and let the rest of us get on with our lives in whatever manner we wish!” He stopped and looked patiently at Jason, waiting for an answer.

Jason was in a quandary. While he had resented Dodd’s invasion on what had been shaping up to be his ultimate dream (complete with two bisexual, rubber-loving women, a statistical impossibility). He also realised that Dodds had been responsible for many interesting hours spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he had already been enjoying at the hands of Mandy since he arrived.

He knew that sooner or later this mysterious stranger (well okay, a friend of Mandy) would depart, and hopefully, things would return to “normal”. He thought of his life before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent alone, the abortive attempts at dating and the sick feeling he had had when one lover had called him perverted for wanting her to wear a rubber dress.

He realised that despite Mr. Dodd’s intrusion and bizarre bondage performances, Jason was happier here than he had ever been alone. He looked up sheepishly.

“All right,” he said, “I’ll stay.”

Dodds looked sceptical.

“Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be thy Lord and Mistress?”

It sounded ominous, like a biblical passage, but Jason nodded. Dodds persisted.

“And you’ll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may put to you?”

This scared Jason a little more, but he realised too, that Dodds had never shown any signs of being truly cruel. And although his methods bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the point of madness), his goal. Jason dropped his head in submission.

“Yes.” he said softly.

Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile. “Fine. Fine, then it’s all settled. Now we understand each other.”

His voice rose to a shout.


Despite his tone of voice, he was still grinning at the end of his tirade. He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor.

“I’ve a better face for you to wear, my dear,” he said, his voice softening suddenly, “this suits my tastes much better.”

After fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason’s head, completing the illusion. Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed “Flora” her new face. It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a woman’s face, although this face might have been more at home walking the streets.

I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself. His eyes were surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red. Also, his mouth was no longer obstructed. He stuck out his tongue, through the ruby lips, just to see if he could do it.

“Oh, don’t worry,” chuckled Dodds, “we’ll give that tongue something to work on soon, never fear.”

He continued chuckling to himself, apparently thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto “Flora’s” head a simple trainer harness, which had no gag or blindfold. It circled the head three ways, and had many D-rings attached, but Jason couldn’t really see the point. Eventually, Mr. Dodds got around to lowering the dildo rod pinning “Flora” in place, and loosened the fixtures attaching his boots to the floor. He failed to remove the arm binder, however, which still clamped “Floras” rapidly numbing arms behind him.

When “Flora” was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other room. Once again, “Flora” marvelled at the perfect replica of a man that was securely fastened to the frame in front of him. Although some small part of him had finally decided that none of was real, he still thought of himself as a woman, at least temporarily.

Some time later, “Jason” watched Mr. Dodds return with “Flora”. Dodds stood him in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots. Until now, “Jason” had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and that they were actually something more prosaic, such as silver coloured leather. So perfect was their shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to expect someone to go to the trouble and expense of making them from metal, but she soon saw her error. The craftsman who made them had been talented indeed. No wonder Flora had been walking so stiff-legged!

When he had them off, Dodds ordered “Flora” to remove his dress. Embarrassed, Jason nonetheless did as he was told. Off came the pretty maid’s uniform. Mr. Dodds loosened the corset laces until it could be unhooked, and removed it. “Flora” heaved a sigh of relief. He could breathe again!

“Jason” looked on in wonder. There was no doubting the person in front of her was a woman, and a damned attractive one at that! The loss of the dress revealed a very shapely body, dressed in gleaming black latex stockings, held up by the garters of a very pretty shimmering pink girdle. Above it, she had on a long-line pink rubber brassiere showing off a generous bust. She also wore opera length silver latex gloves. Although her makeup was definitely too heavy for “Jason’s” tastes, the overall effect was very attractive, in a sleazy sort of way.

Flora liked sleazy.

All of which made her even more confused. She was certain now who she was, and that Mr. Dodds had merely confused her- although she couldn’t as yet explain the amazing transformation her body seemed to have undergone. So if she was Flora, who was this woman? Unless Mr. Dodds had admitted another person to Mandy’s home, or had lied to them about who was inside the amazing rubber sculpture in the other room, it had to be Jason. But how could one explain the beautiful female body in front of her, or for that matter, her own well-built male frame?

Suddenly she remembered the female facemask that had been on the other’s face. Dodds had apparently changed it, for the other woman now appeared much younger, with more makeup, although her body remained the same.

“Jason” felt a moment of jealousy, then a flush of desire. The other woman was certainly attractive enough.

Mr. Dodds allowed them to stare at one another for a moment, then showed “Flora” an elaborate suspension harness. He put it on him and in a minute had it tightly fastened. He reached up to the winch and pulled down a cable, snapping its hook to the harness, just above the buttocks. “Flora” felt more than a little vertigo as the winch hauled him off the ground, head down, but he was even more dismayed by what happened next. Dodds pulled him along the travelling track until he was up against “Jason” belly to belly.

A little adjusting brought “Flora’s” tightly rubbered pink bottom into contact with the dildo poking out and down from “Jason’s” harnessed mouth. “Jason” could only look on in awe-struck fascination as she realised what was about to happen.

“Flora”, too, was a bit horrified and more than a little turned on as he dangled upside down, his face just inches from “Jason’s” prominent erection. Seconds later, he felt Mr. Dodds attaching things to his harness, and shortly he was pulled in sharply to “Jason’s” body and the two were pressed tightly against each other. There was nothing “Flora” could do except grimace in embarrassment as Dodds inexorably forced his bottom down over the dildo attached to “Jason’s” face. When it was deeply seated, Dodds attached several straps to the D-rings on “Flora’s” torso harness and pulling them tight around “Jason’s” head, fastened them to the frame.

He attached still more straps to “Flora’s” head harness, using them to pull the reluctant slave’s head down, finally forcing his mouth over “Jason’s” erection. Quickly, he strapped the harness around “Jason’s” hips to the frame, holding him in that position. With several more wide leather straps, Dodds fastened “Flora’s” arms and legs along side “Jason’s”, so the two were immovably joined. Only then did he remove the winch cable from “Flora’s” harness.

He smiled at the two bodies joined on the frame, then grabbing one of the arms of the x-frame; he gave it a shove. Aha! The hub at the centre was on a ball bearing, and the two joined slaves rotated around and around, until they were dizzy, and their shifting weight pushed and pulled things they would have preferred were left alone. Soon, their out of balance condition told, and they settled down, rocking slightly. Dodds frowned and moved to one end of the contraption. After clamping a lead weight to two of the arms, he gave it another lighter, shove, and watched for a moment. When it showed no signs of being out of balance, slowing not at all, he gave it a bigger shove, then another, and another, making it pick up speed. It gave no sign of slowing down any time soon. He smiled again.

As far as “Flora” was concerned, this was just a strange (if mildly erotic) joy ride, with no real purpose. His shifting weight forced him up and down on the dildo, but that was about all he got out of it. He grunted and groaned with each revolution, and was thankful he wasn’t prone to motion sickness. After a while, he began to sort of absentmindedly suck and tongue the fat organ gagging his mouth, and groans of pleasure came from behind and underneath him. With a start, he realised what it was he was doing and stopped it, his mind a confusion of sexual thoughts. He was fairly confident now in his identity as Jason, but was still confused as to how he had come to have a woman’s body. Conversely, he was fairly certain that the “man” strapped beneath him had to be Flora (assuming Dodds had not lied about who was in the rubber abomination next door), but there too, he couldn’t be sure, since his mouth was definitely full of a man.

That fact in itself repelled him, but there was damn all he could do about it, and in fact, he was secretly enjoying having a gag in his mouth, even if it was someone’s… he couldn’t bring himself to think it. Again, after some time, his head dizzy with the confusion of who was what, and from the intermittent pressure on his prostate, he absently began to pull a little on the prick filling his mouth. Again, moans sounded from behind him, and the dildo stuffed in his ass throbbed with the vibrations of… Flora’s? mouth. The muffled voice could be hers, but…

For “Jason” (Flora) on the other hand, it was quite a pleasurable experience. With each revolution, the mercury-filled dildo within her quivered and jerked, a unique throbbing sensation that was rapidly making her crazy. Still fuzzy from the strange brew of drugs Dodds had given them, Flora didn’t really understand the source of her sexual excitement, and was amazed at how similar sex as a man felt to her own experiences. Moreover, the butt plug in her rear rubbed and bumped inside against the dildo, and worse, “Floras” belly was rubbing against her breasts inside the suit, although she couldn’t recognise these things at the time.

Then, too, “Flora” had began to pull at her erection, and immediately, she felt an internal vibration exciting her in a familiar way. “Flora” stopped for a while, then started again, and “Jason” realised she was close to coming. She eagerly waited to see what it would be like. When it arrived, she was vaguely disappointed. To her surprise, it felt a lot like what she called a vaginal orgasm, and she shuddered with little internal spasms. She was still wondering why her skin felt so numb…

While the two slaves rotated in sexual union, Mr. Dodds had trotted off to check on his other patient, and then gone up to the kitchen for a cup of tea. When he returned, they had slowed down slightly, so he gave them another push, just to keep their interest up. Meanwhile, he made another trip upstairs, returning with a gallon jug in each hand. He set them down by the “well” in the middle of the room, and began searching the cabinets around the room for something. He soon found it, or them rather, and sat down to watch his artwork spin on the wall. By this time, Flora was groaning and panting with passion, and although Jason was less noisy, he too seemed to finally be enjoying himself.

Dodds thought back to the first time he had seen what Mandy unimaginatively called “The Well”. She’d had it constructed shortly after she met Flora. She had wanted something restrictive that she and Flora could enjoy together when she wasn’t feeling particularly topish. Something a little like bondage, and preferably of rubber. In the end, she had constructed this: a vertical bath, like a wishing well, eight feet deep and lined with a large and thick rubber bag. The bag was sealed to the rim of the well. The well itself was in fact, a simple Jacuzzi, with water jets in the walls, and the rubber lining was anchored at the bottom so that it would not be forced out by the water. The water forced the bag closed, so that the thing could only be entered with a considerable amount of pressure, and a lot of lubrication.

It was necessary too, to wear some kind of air mask so that one could breathe. As fate would have it, Mr. Dodds had chosen to show up just after they had completed it. He had shown them an excellent substitute for the KY jelly they had planned to use in it, too. Flora and Mandy had enjoyed their first session in it under the watchful eyes of Mr. Dodds, and he had chosen to let them stay in it for several hours. Mandy had originally planned for them to wear body harnesses attached to the winch, allowing them to get out. The winch would have been activated by a timer.

However, Dodds had talked them out of it saying that it might not be reliable, and that as long as he was here, he may as well help out. Never mind the fact that Mandy’s electrical power was backed up by an automatic generator, or that she had already proven to herself that she could climb the chain to get out. She knew he had ulterior motives. Since their own weight forced them down into the bag, and the generous helping of silicone oil made their bodies and the rubber ridiculously slippery, they were quite helpless to get out until he reached in with the winch line to haul them out.

Meanwhile, they had spent several hot and sweaty hours enjoying each other, their bodies pressed firmly together within the folds of soft yet unrelenting rubber. Mr. Dodds knew too, that Mandy had used The Well as a punishment (of sorts) for Flora, putting her rigid chastity belt on her, and letting her squirm in arousal for hours, unable to satisfy herself.

After watching the rotating pair with satisfaction for several minutes, Mr. Dodds got up and poured the entire contents of one of the jugs into the well. The liquid that came out was thick and clear. He wanted to be sure they had plenty of lubrication during their stay. After watching them turn amid grunts, groans, and mews of pleasure for some time, Mr. Dodds finally relented.

“Alright kids, that’s enough. Let’s cut to the chase.”

He stopped the rotation of the x-frame, and again snapped the winch cable to “Flora’s” harness. When he had him unstrapped and free of assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment while he removed the head harness, the female face mask and wig, and finally the suspension harness he had put on him earlier.

Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phoney and melodramatic voice, “Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who is who… and what.”

He fumbled at Jason’s neck, and pulled a long strip of pink tape from his back. When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered zipper down as well. The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason’s real body. Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts and sleek lines of a woman fell away. He realised that deep inside, he was sorry to become a man again. He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he noticed that his head was more or less clear. He felt wonderfully alive, despite the locker room smell he had developed inside the foam rubber suit.

Before he had time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however, Dodds covered his head with one of the two helmets that he’d dug out of the cabinets. It felt very odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to stop him as Jason explored the surface of the new helmet with his hands. It was made of thin black latex with a zipper up the back. Moreover, it was fitted inside with a surgical style oxygen mask, the hose running out the front of the mask. When it was zipped up the back, it fit quite tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly around his mouth and nose.

For a moment, it became difficult to breathe, and he panicked, thinking that Dodds had forgotten something, but then he heard the soft rattle of the compressor, and cool air flooded into his lungs. Flora looked on in amazement at the removal of Jason’s female face and suit, as she was still fuzzyheaded from the drugs, and wasn’t quite sure what was going on. It was becoming apparent, however, that this had not been a dream at all, but a particularly clever dupe on the part of Mr. Dodds.

Right then and there, she decided she really did love the nutty old coot, and she could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself to him.

In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason’s head.

Flora waited impatiently to be let down. Her arms had begun to ache a little at being held tightly in position so long. She watched as Jason’s masked head was tethered by a hose to the compressor, and having spent many hours in the well by herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both in at the same time.

Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting against the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to The Well. He let Jason stand there while he took Flora down in the same manner, removed her helmet, body harness and suit, and as a result, various long, thick objects from her body, much to her dismay. He put the other breathing helmet on her. All was quiet for a few moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask. Then she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one considerably less complicated than the previous one. And, as she had feared, Mandy must have told Dodds about Flora’s punishment, for she felt a pair of “pancake” mitts being strapped onto her hands.

These mitts were made of stiff leather, and held the fingers and hands flat, preventing them from grasping or feeling anything. Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm, thick, and very slippery. The hands lingered at her breasts and crotch, and she leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a little something extra, but they passed on.

After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being hoisted into the air, bumping gently against Jason’s body. She rejoiced, knowing what was to come. Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his woman-suit was removed, but he also got something else. He jerked and tried to refuse the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back. The strong hands fastened something tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls. Something else, that felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his knees. He felt a gentle pull on his scrotum, and when the fumbling stopped, the “something”, some kind of little harness apparently, was still there, constricting his cock and stretching his sack out almost unbearably. He felt himself getting very hard, and the sense of constriction and stretching became even tighter.

Then he too, received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly as the unseen hands stroked his now rock-hard member. Soon he felt his feet leaving the floor, and his greasy body bumping and sliding against Flora’s. Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well. Pressing the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began forcing their way into the tight rubber lining of The Well.

Part 17


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 centre 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, powerful undulations. Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water jets of the Jacuzzi, and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair inside. Jason smiled inside his helmet, revelling 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 didn’t 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 manoeuvred 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, savouring the slippery sensations of each other’s bodies, 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 realised he had been dozing! He found it hard to believe that he could have fallen asleep in their present situation, but then, he was so 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- 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 realised 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 Spanish tile without the use of his arms for balance.

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

“That’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 funny… you know?”

“Yah. Hey, what about Mandy?”

Both their eyes grew wide, and they managed to jamb 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 mould of Mandy’s body lay upside down on the floor next to the table, the table itself being bare, with an outline where the mould had been cut free. Jason walked over and examined it. The suit Mandy had been made to wear was still inside, moulded 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.

Jason looked worried. “Oh…”

“…shit,” finished Flora for him.

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 calmer than he felt, or at least hoped he did.

“Let’s finish looking around before we go panicking, okay?”

Ignoring the elevator in favour 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. Flora 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 all right?”

“I think she’s all right. 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 gouge 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.” His sentence ended in 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 surprise, they were soft flannel sheets, not rubber. He lay still a moment while his head finished waking up, listening to the tiny sounds of the house settling on it’s foundations, of the wind outside, and of 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 realise 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 pyjamas. He hadn’t been wearing pyjamas. 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. After the events of the previous twenty-four hours, he wasn’t prepared to believe anything he saw.

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 linen 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 stiletto-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 normal pyjamas 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 happened 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 in sex, 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 even 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. “Why no, I can’t imagine.”

She grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “I. Want. To. Fuck!”

Jason was ever so 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.

“All right,” he continued, “do you know what I’m going to do to you?” It was her turn to look innocent as she batted her eyelashes up at him. “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 his 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 realised 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’s having 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 realised that she had changed the flannel for latex, the cool material sticking just slightly to his still-damp skin. So much for her big speech about taking a break from the fetish stuff!

He relaxed now, confident 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 tied his ankles and then his wrists to the bedposts 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!”

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 its 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, emphasising 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 neckties 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 was 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 pooling 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 them,” 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 recognise that much. There were two singularly realistic organs protruded from the front of the mouth -piece. This wench is even kinkier than I am, thought Jason. His mouth was suddenly 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 offered no resistance. This was not shaping up to be an unpleasant experience, and he was eager to see it to its 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 now filled by two prodigious prongs sprouting from his mouth and chin.

“There,” remarked Flora, “every bad girl’s 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 in any case, 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 resulting 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. .