“I hope you come to appreciate and enjoy your new life.  I have removed all of your troubles from your shoulders.  All you have to do from now on is serve me and enjoy your rewards or accept your punishment.”

Mistress Esoterica was chatting easily to the rubber bound body at her feet.

“You do look quite healthy for someone who was pronounced dead at the scene of a bad automobile crash just a week ago.”

Tom Grant was completely disoriented.  A week ago he was working happily at Yokosuka Navel Station in Japan.  Then those three guys showed up at his house and his entire life turned upside down.  Since that day he had been bound, tortured, and finally wrapped up in a rubber suit and stuffed into a rubber bag.  The vibrating ring on his cock had aroused and stimulated him the entire time he had been in the rubber stuff and to his initial dismay he had succumbed to several cataclysmic orgasms.  A woman had never satisfied him the way these rubber sessions had. 

“Just thank your friend Dan Whitney for your current situation.  Prepare Slave 38 for his new life.”

Slaves 32 and 36 were working reception.  For 36, it was punishment for the trouble he had put Esoterica through.  For 32, it was to get his mind off of 35’s departure and to get him back into the regular routine.  Esoterica saw 36 shiver violently as he heard his name mentioned to the new arrival.

“That’s right, 36.  No rescue for you.  It’s too bad you and your wife were in a very bad wreck on the Autobahn last week.  Your bodies were burned beyond recognition.  I hope you enjoy my hospitality for years to come.”  Mistress Esoterica left the room.

Slave 38 was cumming again.  The arousal inside the tight rubber had been constant for hours, days…he had no concept of time.  He knew that he had been on a rollercoaster of emotions.  Fear, exhilaration, lust, desire, loathing, disgust had all been a part of his lot.  By now he only wanted to do whatever needed to forget his old life and to remain here.

He hung from a padded board that could be swung from a vertical to horizontal position.  The board was heavily padded and the padding conformed to his shape.  His body was tightly strapped to the board with wide rubber ties and buckles.  His cock was sheathed but the crotch zip open so the shaft could stand in all its glory when aroused.

He’d had enemas administered, catheter tubes attached, ass plugs shoved in, and the seemingly unending attention of the first ever rubber vixens he ever encountered.  If he had cramps, he would expel the waste through the hollow tube in his butt.  He had no idea where it went after that, only that he received a nice warm cleansing every time he shit.  Even crapping at this place was an erotic event to savor.

Then there were the girls.  God they were gorgeous when they climbed on his prone body in their skin tight rubber suits, removed the piss tube, pushed a small plug into the short piece of tube on the tip of his sheath and used him for their pleasure.  When they arched their backs and squeezed him between their legs, drove the shaft deeper in their cunts and  groaned in their gags as their own orgasm washed over them he exploded in ecstasy.  And when they’d strap a hollow cock over his own member and ride the thing until they dropped on his chest in exhaustion, he was in absolute bliss.  The first such session he knew he exploded three times in his sheath as his cock slick from cum slid easily inside the hot rubber shaft that moved up and down from the attention of the rubberized babe on top of him.  He never kept count of how many times the girl came.  He was ready to swear unswerving allegiance to Mistress Esoterica just as long as this intoxicating existence never ended.

“Slave 36, I think you’ve had enough of reception.  You need a reward for you’ve done quite well this week.  Besides our new slave seems to be working out much better than I ever imagined.  I think I’ve learned how to convert even an uncooperative skeptic into complete obeisance and servitude.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity to have a subject for the test.  As reward I think you need some time in the pits.”

Slave 36 looked in disbelief at the idea of the pits and reward.

“Oh, you misunderstand me, Slave 36.  Haven’t you heard the expression, ‘If the horse throws you, you must get right back on’?”

Slave 36 nodded.

“This is much the same.  You have experienced only the punishment the pit affords.  I want to give you a taste of its pleasures.  Believe it or not, it has pleasures.  Besides Slave 37 also needs some serious treatment in order to complete her recovery so I’m going to put both of you in the pit together.”

At first, Slave 37 thought they were going to be in a punishment/bondage session as Esoterica had slaves shackle her and Slave 36 together.  His stiff rod was implanted inside her pussy as latex straps bound the two together, face-to-face.  His arms wrapped around her body in embrace and cuffed.  The same was done with her arms about him.  The bindings allowed some movement but made certain the two would not become disengaged from the embrace.

An Israeli gas mask was modified and attached to a full hood that fit tightly over her head.  It had a very long breathing hose attached.  She saw Slave 36’s eyes through the ports of his gas mask.  The shackle and hoist system was attached to the binding straps about chest and the two entwined bodies lifted and swung over a rubber-lined slot in the floor.  As Slave 37 peered at the approaching gash, she wondered why they were being put into that pit of horror again.  She grunted into her gag and tried to squirm in the binding, all futile gestures.  She was terrorized at the though of the emptiness of the pit again.  The inviting lips mocked her as the two slaves’ feet approached the opening.

As the two suspended figures were lowered to the slot, the resistance from the pressing goop fought their entry.  But the sack was lined with lubricant that literally drew them inside it was so slippery.  Soon Slave 37 felt the tight latex pressing her legs to Slave 36’s and his legs to her.  The bag formed a close seal and the pressure so great that it was impossible to move more than a fraction of an inch.  The enveloping heat from the bag was like a return to the womb.  Slave 37’s breathing quickened as the warm latex sucked them deeper and deeper into its maw, despite her fear or because of her fear, she didn’t know.  The two entwined figures were relentlessly swallowed; thighs, hips, waist, and shoulders disappeared into the rubbery slit.  Finally the heads went under and 37’s visions snuffed out.  The lips of the sack closed above the two figures and only two breathing tubes and the lift cable gave any evidence of the fragile human cargo inside the latex trap. 

Slave 37 immediately realized that this was different then before.  She had a partner clinging tightly to her.  She rutted with the rubbery mate pressed against her.  She writhed inside the tight pressing heat and felt the reaction of the pressing goop massaging her body.  She knew the tingling latex massage only heightened her desire for complete surrender to her carnal feelings.  She panted inside the tight mask and worked her hands to the tight rubber globes of Slave 36’s buns.  She pulled him to her pelvis and thrust his throbbing shaft deeper into her own womb.  Return to the womb and feeling the throbbing life inside her womb was so poignant.  Her emotions welled from deep inside as she let the thrusting wand work its magic on her sensitive inside and the pressing latex on her entire outside.  The medicine worked.  Entombed in the latex, she never felt so alive.  She knew that her life had been missing so much until her journey to Esoterica.  She wanted the enclosing press and lust of this moment to last forever.

She willed time to stand still as she held back her final rush of joy in hope of the impossible.  The thrusting shaft jerked and thrust against her most inner sweet spot.  The shaft raked against her swollen clit.  The assault from the thrusting shaft and the clinging rubber was just too much and she rode the wave of passion to explosive release. 

“Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned into the mask.  She was her only witness to the rapture that welled from deep inside her being as she slipped over the edge and plunged into baseless animal lust.  She held her lover and hoped to hold the moment for eternity.  She writhed as another pulse of lust passed through her and she knew the moment was lost, except in memory.  She understood why Esoterica had sent her to the pit.  In returning to this place linked to her mate she was whole again and bound forever in latex.

In her own powerful revelation she completely missed the moment that Slave 36 exploded in his own lust and pumped his cum into his sheathed cock.  She now held a limp piece of sausage in her clutches and she felt it sliding inside the slick cum filled sheath.  She smiled at the power that rubber held over the two of them and its overwhelming influence on their passion.

Slave 36 was masked and bound to his mate and the two bodies were lowered into the pit.  He had endured the loneliness of the pit and knew the near insanity of the pressing darkness and the sameness of the surroundings.  This time he was locked to his lifelong lover and his rod of pleasure deeply implanted in her hot flower.  He felt her passion and his expectation rose as the tight latex began to envelope the pair.  He found that the loose bindings did nothing against the pressing pressure of the bag.  The two were as surely entwined as any tied and bound pair of slaves. 

They were soon completely immersed in the sack and Slave 37/Julietta grabbed his buns in her hands.  She was pulling him into her mound and thrusting against him with animal enthusiasm that he joyfully reciprocated.  He was so hot and aroused by the situation, being with his wife and surrounded by the pit bag that he was pumping his cum in release moments after she had grabbed him to her.  She writhed in her own ecstasy as he spurt his living seed into his sheath.  She held him close and still as he came down from the peak and all too soon the moment was past.  For an instant the claustrophobic panic that always replaced animal lust when he was encased in rubber filled him as they clung to each other in the womb.  He learned to ignore the post-climax panic and discovered that renewed arousal replaced the it once the flush of after-climax passed. 

He waited the long minutes clinging to his wife and feeling the pressing rubber before he was soon responding and stirring.  He pulled her to him with renewed strength and prepared to ride her with gentle thrusts matching the paced passion that replaced the initial urgency of the first fervent thrusts.

Slave 37 felt her mate begin to thrust again, slowly this time.  She let herself flow with his timing and rode him to the joyful waves of pleasure and understood the memories would remain regardless of what the future for them was.

The two remained in the isolation pit together for twelve hours.  They explored the limits of their passions and were exhausted at the end of that time.  Almost too soon they were pulled from the pit.  Slaves silently separated them and cleaned their suits.  Slaves took 36 out one way and she was led through another door.  Surprisingly her gag was removed.

“Slave 37, I hope you have returned to us.” Esoterica sat behind her deck.

“Yes, Mistress.  I am well.  Thank you.”

“Good.  I want you to be my personal servant now.  Slave 35 left us so suddenly and I had grown fond of  her company.  I realize that you are not she, but as sisters, you shared many of the same experiences in life so I hope you will serve well in he stead.”

“You can go now.  I’ll see you tonight in my chambers.”  Esoterica waved in dismissal.

As he left the room, another slave put her gag back in.

Chapter 19 - Fruition

Mistress Satinica ran to the cellar.  She had been waiting two weeks for her old man to take this trip.  Now he was gone for a week and she had her new house ready.  She had a dungeon that was almost identical to the old man’s.  His silly beliefs that slaves should be respected and cared for properly were so old.  She knew from her short experiences that you did things to thrill and arouse yourself.  The slave’s existence was only to serve its owner’s needs.

Rubber Toy was just that to her, a Toy with no needs or expectations beyond basic requirements to serve her.  Sure, Toy had to be fed and watered.  Toy could not be mutilated in any way that would cause death, at least for now.  But other than that, anything goes to put Toy in its proper place.

She was already tired of fornicating her bound slave.  The rack arrangement was perfect for keeping her slave but Toy had to have some changes made that would so exquisitely expand the options available.  Satinica shivered at the delight of hanging heavy weights from the nipple rings that would soon adorn Toy.  She quivered with anticipation as weights would hang from the labia rings of Toy’s sensitive pussy or the clit.  She relished the vision of Toy moaning into her gag and tears streaming out of her eyes as her tortured parts stretched under the weights. 

She thought of how nice it would be to have a pee bag hanging from the chains hooked to the nipple rings.  She’d force fluids into Toy and watch as she peed the bag heavier and the pain slowly grew until she writhed in anguish in the bonds.  Then to take Toy’s ass with the double dildo and ride her to oblivion.

Satinica saw many years of fun and play as she used Toy to test every conceivable sadistic idea she ever dreamed.

Now that she had her house ready, she could move Toy to her own dungeon and be done with the niceties that Poppa always insisted on.  The first step was to prepare Toy for transport.  She really hated the idea of taking her out of the rack she had been in since arriving but there was no choice.  Besides it would only be for an hour and then she would be bound to the saddle in her dungeon.

She did want something special, though, as a statement of her power and a show for all to see.  She waited impatiently for Dr. Sturmbauer to arrive.  Dr. Sturmbaer was a premier plastic surgeon.  He also dabbled in the dark side of piercing and body modification.  He came highly recommended for his excellent work and his client/doctor discretion.  He respected the privacy of his clients and his work in this darker side was never documented.

Today Toy was going to receive her nose ring.  The heavy ring required two small metal plates that would be riveted onto either side of the nasal septum.  Satinica then planned to parade Toy in town, showing off her slave, before taking her to the new house.

There Toy would be racked to the saddle system in the same manner as here with one exception…the head harness that held her head back would be replaced with a rope leading from the nose ring to the ceiling.  In addition a very strict posture collar was ready to add to Toy’s neck to keep her head straight.

Satinica thrilled at the thought of watching this first modification.  She couldn’t wait to see the terror in Toy’s eyes as the doctor slowly approached her and began to push the metal plates into her nose.  She could almost hear the grunts and moans as the rivets pushed through the septum and fixed the plates permanently in place.  Then the ring would be looped through the two eyelets in the riveted plates and welded closed. 

God she’d be hot by the time they got to her new dungeon and she had Toy secured to the saddle.  There were definitely some heavy fucking clouds in the forecast tonight.  She giggled at the idea of thinking the word “God”.  He certainly had nothing to do with her plans today.

The doorbell rang.  Satinica jumped to answer it.  A slight man in a rumpled suit and carrying a medical bag stood in the opening.

“Herr Doctor, do come in.”

“Thank you.”  Doctor Sturmbaer came in and Satinica closed the door behind him.

“Would you like a cold drink while we discuss what I have in mind?”

“Certainly.  It is quite warm today.”

Satinica led the doctor into the sitting room and went to the kitchen to prepare tea.  The doctor looked around the house.  He had never been here before though he knew Herr Fugleman.  He never thought the Master was into this sort of thing, but then people are known to change.

“Here’s your tea, Doctor.”

The doctor studied the leather clad woman, really still a girl, who sat across from him.  She wore a red leather business suit and knee boots.  He saw how cool she seemed to be, so much power and control.  This was one woman he didn’t want to cross.

“I understand that you plan much work for me.  Will this be done in my office or a private clinic or someplace else?” Asked the doctor.

“It will all be done here or at my own place.”

“I see.  The procedure for today is simple.  Depending on the complexity of future services, I might recommend the work be done in a clinic.”

“No, Doctor.  All of the work can be done at my home.”

“Well, there is some pain involved in the procedure today.  I have a local anesthetic that should work fine while performing the work but this evening the patient might be very uncomfortable.  Even this procedure should have medical supervision after the work is done for at least 24 hours.”

Satinica steeled her voice, “Thank you, Doctor.  I said we will do it here.  And you don’t need to use any pain killers.”

“But the patient,” objected the doctor.  “The pain will cause the patient to move and jump under my hands.  It might bode badly to have such movements.”

“No worry, Doctor.  The patient will be well secured.  It won’t be moving anything.”

“I see.  I sort of expected that might be the case.  It usually is in these matters but I just wanted to make sure you understood there are risks.”

“Yes, Herr Doctor.  I understand and I assure you that everything will be just fine.  You’ll do a magnificent job today and you can look forward to many more visits to fix the, ah, deficiencies of this particular patient.  You’ll receive a handsome reward for your work.”

“I have no doubt, Ma’am.”

Satinica led the doctor to the dungeon.  She watched as he surveyed the victim.  He pulled the nose tubes from Toy’s nostrils and looked up them with his flashlight.  He took Toy’s head in his hands.  He pulled and pushed it from side to side.  He noted a small amount of movement.

“These bonds need to be tighter.  I must have no movement.”

“I have this collar that I plan to add when I got Toy to the other place.”  Satinica held up a severe posture collar that would cradle the stretched neck in a severe pulled back position.  “ I didn’t want Toy wearing it in town since it wouldn’t be able to see where it was walking.  Then on second thought, that might be fun.”  Satinica strapped the collar under Toy’s neck and laced it tight.  The heavy rubber collar locked the head in the severe angle as the chin fit into the upper curve and the shoulders took the press of the base of the thing.

“I still have some minor movement.  Since you want this done without painkillers, I need absolutely no movement.”

Satinica pulled at the ropes holding the head harness.  Toy grimaced and bit the gag as  additional torment rushed through her lower neck.  Satinica then worked some more on the collar.  She pushed extra padding between the bottom and Toy’s shoulders.

“Ah, that’s it.  She can’t move now.  Make sure her body can’t move any either.”

Satinica ratcheted the binding a notch and Toy was pulled even more tightly across the saddle.  She wanted to scream and could only grunt painfully in her gag.  Animal fear showed in her eyes and Satinica grew hot.

“Perfect,”  the Doctor said.  He busied himself with laying out the implements of his torture.  He often wondered how people could stand this sort of thing or enjoy having it done to someone else.  He only knew this underground activity paid quite well.  “Whatever turns them on,” he thought.  He had performed this type of work many times before and often on gagged patients.  It never crossed his mind that in this case the patient was actually unwilling since usually he worked on someone who had a consensual relationship with his or her partner. 

The thin silver plates glistened in the sterile dish.  The four rivets were there too.  The silver ring sat on a bed of cotton.  Toy saw these things and realized that they were about to become permanent fixtures in her face.  The fear rose even more and she was sick. 

“Oh, damn.  Toy puked.”  This was a problem.  Satinica had to move fast.  Poppa never liked to remove a gag and in this case it would be very bad.  Satinica put the suction to the feeding tube and drew the stuff off as quickly as possible so Toy wouldn’t choke.  There wasn’t that much puke but Toy did dry heave some and finally subsided.  Tears just streamed down her face and despair filled her eyes.

“Is your slave really ready for this modification?”  Asked the Doctor.

“Yes.  I’ve discussed it with Toy on several occasions.  Stop asking questions and get on with it.”

“All right.”

The doctor took the plates and slid them into the nose.  They were slightly flared at the base then tapered slightly as they went further into the nasal cavity.  He had to carefully position the things so they were lined up.  The delicate rivets were the key.  He had to use a rivet crimping tool to push the thin silver pins through the septum and squeeze the tip flat.  The small holes in the plates had to align perfectly.  Actually he only had to have two lined up since once two rivets were placed the other two rivets would be almost automatic.

He held the plates in a small pair of needle nose pliers as he double checked the alignment of the front rivet holes.  He looked in one nostril then the other, back and forth.  He glanced into the eyes of the grunting patient and saw pure raw terror.  He shuddered and pulled back.

“Are you really…” He started to ask.

“Get on with it!” Satinica said menacingly.

The doctor saw pure fury in those eyes.  He went back to his work and tried to avoid the eyes.  He began to check alignments again and eased the crimping tool into the nose.  He slowly began to squeeze the handles and the first rivet began to press against the septum…

BAM.  SLAM. 

The doctor jumped pulling the crimping tool out before the rivet could be set. 

“What the hell?” yelled Satinica. 

“I need absolute silence to work!” the irritated doctor said loudly.

The door to the dungeon burst open and several uniformed police and two men in civilian clothes rushed in.  “Nobody move!” Shouted the uniforms in German.

…

It all began as a routine closure to the untimely death of Dan Whitney and his wife.  Special Agent Mathews of the Naval Investigative Service had to check his office computer and his personal files to make sure Dan had not been involved in anything untoward.  Since Dan worked on classified information, there was always the possibility the deaths had been staged.

Mathews checked the computer and all of the disks that were stored on the desk top trays.  He rummaged through drawers looking for nothing or something, he didn’t really know.  The disks hidden in a box in the back of his bottom drawer caught his attention.  He started to check the disks and found several had JPG files on them.  He looked at a few and got the general gist of the pictures. 

“This guy had been one sick puppy,” thought the NIS agent as he looked at pictures of people in torturous looking body enclosing rubber suits and bondage.  “How did he get a clearance?”

Then he found a file that had some Word documents, some PDF files and other data files.  He hesitated to look at this one figuring it would be more of the same type of smut.  But he had better give it a go so he opened the files.

The PDF files seemed to be scanned letters from his sister-in-law who was in Germany.  The letters were pretty harmless and talked about a blossoming love affair between sis-in-law and some German baron.  One Word file was a diary of odd events and disappearances that seemed connected to a Mistress Esoterica.  The sis-in-law’s name popped up here too, along with her husband, who she was separated from and a couple of local Japanese girls.  Still what was the point.

Then he opened the file describing how the eyes of some woman in a picture from Germany matched the sis-in-law’s eyes and one of the pictures was found on some fetish photo site sponsored by a Fritz fellow.  Also it seemed the male model in the pictures had the same build as sis-in-law’s deceased husband.  Now this did get interesting, maybe.

He found the website through Google and with some effort to get rights to view a restricted pornographic site, was able to pull up the photos of people in rubber suits appearing to be walking in the park and another set of shots with two rubberized people who were leashed like dogs being “walked” by another woman in rubber.

Then he opened the Word document that detailed how the sis-in-law had gone to Germany for a week and then the letters began to come a few weeks later.  This seemed to be an account of the suspicions that developed and the plans to find out if there was something else going on.  The final entry was, “Got the TSP Loan and have seats on the C-17 to Europe tomorrow.  We think Bill is alive as well as Kochi and Hiryo.  Shirley might be in trouble too.  I’ll give a copy of this to Tom Grant for safekeeping.

“Damn,” Agent Mathews said to himself.  It didn’t take rocket science to see a link between this disk and the apparent death of Tom Grant, yet another employee whose death was being checked out.

He gathered up all of the stuff, including the picture files and took them to his boss…

Two weeks later, Special Agent stood in the middle of the second dungeon raid in a day.  As the guest, he deferred to the German authorities as they supervised the release of the bizarre rubberized woman straddling the saddle thing in front of him.  The stretched and contorted figure brought tears to his eyes as he wondered at what type of person would do such a thing to another and how painful it must be for the poor woman in the suit.
Herr Doctor Sturmbaer was actually quite cooperative and helped with releasing the victim.  He seemed to have a more than passing knowledge of the inner workings of this type of activity.  Soon Shirley was sitting in a chair while the doctor massaged her painful limbs.

“she should be fine, but I suspect she will be wobbly on her feet for a while,” he said.

“Herr Doctor, you have been most helpful but we must take you in custody as well,” said the police inspector in charge.

“I know.  But I thought that this woman was a willing participant in the plan.  I had no idea she was being forced into it.”

“Right.  You didn’t read the fear in her eyes as you were about to push that rivet home?”

The doctor just dropped his eyes.

Shirley mumbled, “What about the others?  How is MY husband and how are my sister and her husband?”

“They’re fine.  We raided Esoterica’s place first.  She told us about Herr Fugleman.

“And Kochi and Hiryo?”

“We still have to go to Ursula’s place.  It won’t be long before we have the entire group in custody.”

“Thank God.”

“He must have had a hand in finding you.  Much longer and you’ve been nose-ringed like a bull.”

“Yes.”

Agent Mathews took Shirley to a corner.  “One question and don’t answer if it’s too personal, Ma’am.”

“All right.”

“Do you, I mean do you really get it off in this kinky stuff?”

“Well, I’m not into the super heavy bondage, at least I didn’t think I was; but the rubber?  It turns me into the horniest bitch in heat on the planet!”  Shirley planted a kiss on Agent Mathew’s lips.  “You should try it sometime.”  She winked at him then as the relief welled up inside her, she gave him a long hug.

His cock stirred inside his pants.

Chapter - Epilog

“I’m looking for the Palace in the Clouds.”

The Filipino looked at the American sitting in the 4x4 Toyota.

“You follow this road until it ends.  Take the dirt track to the left and follow that until it ends.  Then hike up the trail until you are in the clouds.  You’ll find what you’re looking for.”  The local started to walk on down the road.

“Salamat po, thank you,” Mathews said as he started the truck.

The Filipino thought, “Another fool seeking his answers in that rubber stuff.  I wonder what they see in it?”

Mathews headed off wondering if he’d find what he was looking for.  The website advertised a sensual journey into the alluring world of latex guided by Mistress Angelhina and her staff.  He clicked on the bios of the people and saw that Mistress Angelhina had trained under the Mistress Esoterica in Germany.  Her staff members had  also been in the employ of Mistresses Esoterica and Ursula where they learned the fine art of rubber pleasure, passion and exploration.

“Through the intimate touch of latex you discover your most inner feelings.  Luxuriate in the natural beauty of Northern Luzon in this private getaway.  Revel in the mists from March through November or enjoy the beauty of the crisp morning air and spectacular vistas from December through February.  It’s always Springtime at 6,000 feet and never too hot…” or so the introductory page said.

It sure seemed no coincidence that this place appeared to be run by the very people he had rescued a year before.  Of course the Whitney couple had to retire from government service after the incident.  That Grant fellow resigned as well.  The other two, Bill and Shirley seemed to get his original annuities restored after a bit of a fight.  Shirley had to return any money she had received from the government since Bill had not been dead.  Typical government, she had to give back about $20,000 while the back pay for Bill had been $55,000 but the money came out of a different pot.

So here he was, taking his 30 days leave and wondering if the stir he felt that day she hugged him was the real thing.
 
 
 
 
 
 

05.08.03