Linda's Revenge

Chapter 1: Preparations

Linda's call was a surprise. I knew she had been under a strain for a week, something about Bob pressing her for a date. Bob saw himself as the office "Casanova", a real ladies man. He had been hitting on Linda for about two weeks. Earlier, I told Linda she should just report Bob to the boss.

Sexual harassment is a very sensitive issue in the work place these days after all. Linda was apprehensive about reporting Bob. She was fairly new to the office and was concerned that Stan, the boss, might side with Bob. I told her, "No way," but she still hadn t been sure.

That first discussion with Linda was two days ago. Now her voice on the phone indicated a confidence in a decision. I was dismayed when she told me she had decided to invite Bob to her apartment for drinks. I asked her how she could give in to him. She told me that she hadn t, that she had a plan and needed my help. Now I was really intrigued and pressed Linda for details. She told me to come over to her place after work on Friday. I agreed.

We didn t see or talk to each other for the rest of the week. Linda works in a different department and I had been pretty busy with new construction proposals. I found myself outside her apartment building early Friday evening. I rang the security bell and the speaker came to life, "Who is it?" The electronic device failed to disguise Linda's melodic voice.

"It's Tammy," I said.

The door buzzed and I entered the building. Linda's apartment was on the third floor. I took the elevator up. Stepping off, I turned down the hall to her place. I had never been to her apartment. We only knew each other casually. We spent a couple of evening after work bar hopping and checking out the unattached men. One time, courtesy of a few too many drinks, I confessed to her that I sometimes fantasized about making it with another woman. I often wondered if the gentle touch of a girl's tongue on my most sensitive parts wouldn t be an exotic diversion from the hard, thrusting of a man, although I did know a few men that were gentle and understanding of my needs. She confessed to me that she also had similar thoughts, but that they only happened under special circumstances that were hard to explain to others. She told me that she sometimes wanted to be a sex goddess with a stable of slaves, male and female to serve her. I laughed at that and our conversation shifted to
other, more mundane, topics.

Linda opened the door for me. Immediately, I sensed something different about her. First of all, her body seemed, somehow, more shapely. She already had a respectable and athletic figure but now her waist seemed a bit smaller and her breasts a little perkier. Her face seemed to glow from a natural beauty born from inner confidence. Her eyes shone like two black coals. She was wearing a one-piece jumpsuit. The tight fitting black velvet suit set off her body perfectly. Long flowing sleeves
covered her arms and black satin gloves covered her hands. Her raven hair released from the usual tight bun she wore it in at work, cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.

"What on earth are you thinking?" I asked. "Bob will go completely wild seeing you like this."

"Yes he will but this is only the surface. With you're help I'll have him right where I, should I say we, want him."

"You're a stunner tonight. Is he taking you out someplace?"

"Actually, he thinks he is. Come with me and I'll show you the rest of my surprise."

I followed her into a back room. She turned to me and put her hand to the zipper of the jumpsuit, "I hope you approve of these clothes; I have a set for you to wear as well."

She pulled the zipper down to reveal a shiny black latex garment. As she drew her outer suit from her shoulder, I realized this catsuit completely enclosed her from the neck down. Most of the suit was made of thin rubber, however, the waist seemed to be a thicker rubber that pulled her shape into the perfect hourglass I noticed when I first saw her. She let the jumpsuit drop to her ankles and I noticed the all-in-one nature of the garment included attached stiletto heel shoes. The shoe tops were the same shiny rubber.

She pulled her jumpsuit back in place. "The satin gloves will hide the rubber beneath until I am ready to reveal myself to Bob," she said.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Well I want you to put on these clothes I have for you and wait in here until I get you." As she said this, she opened a closet, revealing another catsuit made of red latex. This suit was much the same as the one Linda was wearing, except it seemed to have a facemask attached. She continued, "The hood will keep your identity a secret. I have one to put on later, too. But I m sure you understand why I couldn t greet Bob with it on."

I was stunned! I didn t know Linda all that well but I never dreamed that she hid such a kinky side! "What exactly do you have planned for Bob?" I asked.

Quite frankly she said, "I'll give him a drugged drink. When he is out, the two of us will dress him out in a really nice ensemble I've picked for him. Then we take him over to the Driftwood Inn and give him a night to remember. We video tape the whole thing and when you and I are finished having fun we leave. Are you game? If not, I'll have to call him really soon to cancel."

I looked at the rubber suit she had picked out for me. "Show me what he wears," I said.

She pulled out a large bundle of red and black rubber and began to show me pieces as she spoke. "First we put this bodystocking on him. It has a sheath and pouch for his jewels and a plug for his butt. It will cover him from neck to knees. Next we add the corset. The waist will cinch down nicely while the inflatable hips and breasts will give him a nice shape. The molded vagina lips add a touch of realism. We add this catsuit with attached gloves and feet over the first layer. After all I
wouldn t want him to get cold. This really nice hood will give him an amazing face. Red gloves cover his hands and arms in a second layer of rubber. The red stockings attach to a garter belt built into the catsuit. Finally, the red dress goes over everything."

She held the red rubber dress in her arms. I was sure it would cover him from the neck to the ankles in shiny skin hugging rubber. Long sleeves insured another layer of rubber on the arms. The hobble dress was extremely thick and heavy latex.

"How do you expect him to submit to keeping the stuff on once the drug wears off?" I asked.

"I forgot to mention, this hood goes on first." She held up a black molded hood with nose and eyeholes and a detachable pump at the mouth. "The pumped up gag acts in conjunction with the rest of the hood to effectively quiet any protest and the cuffs will keep his hands out of any mischief." She held up a pair of padded handcuffs.

My initial shock and apprehension faded during her presentation. In fact I felt a flutter of anticipation as she finished showing me the stuff for Bob. I warmed to the thought of dressing the self-proclaimed stud out as a latex lady. "I'll help you. Show me how to get into this stuff."

"After you get undressed you put this little item on," Linda said handing me a brief with an attached dildo. "You can use the K-Y Gel to lubricate the member for insertion. Then you powder the inside of the suit and your skin. Pull it on carefully using the palms of your hands."

Linda looked at my fingernails. "You need to cut those off, if you don t mind. I ve got to fix Bob's drink. I'll leave you to it."

She left the room and I got down to the task of dressing out in rubber. The excitement of the occasion already had me aroused and as I pulled the brief to my hips, the tip of the dildo tickled my already damp cunt. I inserted the thick rubber instrument inside my body without the K-Y Gel. I quickly powdered myself and began to pull the rubber suit onto my body. The cold rubber shocked me at first but the latex soon warmed to my skin temperature. The change was incredible as the skin hugging rubber began to work its magic on me. My legs were soon encased in the stuff and as I smoothed out the wrinkles before proceeding, I felt the incredible amplification of my touch through the rubber layer. I pulled the latex over my hips and pushed my hands and arms into the awaiting sleeves. I had to work the air from the suit and again the touch sent shivers through my body. I adjusted the suit around my hips, breasts and shoulders. The breasts fit into the waiting cups comfortably. My excited nipples poked into the material, providing a perky accent to each shapely mound.

Linda returned to the room just as I was about to call her. She wordlessly came to me and pulled the back closed. The heavy rubber about the waist shaped my body into a smooth, flawless, hourglass figure. Linda closed the zipper to the suit and drew the hood over my face. She finished zipping up the suit and with fingers, adjusted the skin hugging material covering me. My skin thrilled to the touch of her fingers and a warm glow spread over my entire body. The cocooning latex warmed my whole body and I felt myself yielding to the new sensation. I turned to face Linda. She put a hand to my cheek and brushed the latex skin with her fingers. The light touch permeated to my very soul and I wrapped my arms about her in a hug. She pulled the velvet suit from her own body and pushed me to the nearby bed.

She started stroking my crotch with her finger, moving the dildo rhythmically inside my hot pussy. I returned the attention and could tell that she too was wearing a dildo brief beneath her own shiny suit. As I approached a cataclysmic orgasm, I redoubled my own hand strokes, matching her actions exactly. The building wave of passion pushed closer to climax. My muscles tensed in anticipation of release and held for seemingly endless minutes. The swell of release slowly climbed to the surface as from a deep black pool of water and washed over me. My limbs thrashed about the bed and I pushed against the stroking palm and squeezed the solid phalanx within my love box. Linda went rigid seconds later then repeated my own thrashing motions. The site of her shiny body writhing before brought on a second surge of lust and I found myself leaping over the abyss of a second, equally strong, explosion of passion.

Linda leaned over my hot still body as the waves subsided and gave me a light kiss. "I always thought you had a little rubber loving inside of you," she said. "Now, I have to meet and greet our victim."

She got up and pulled the velvet suit back into place. She left me lying on the bed while I drifted off into that euphoric place only visited after complete sexual satisfaction. Only one other person had ever lifted me to this level, John. I soon was fantasizing of ways to lure John into rubber. After all he was great for me during more conventional sex. If Linda could bring this response to me in this rubber suit, John could be even more incredible.

Chapter 2: Dressing Bob

The buzzer sounded. I heard Linda answer the sound and release the security system. Soon the door opened and the distinctive nasal drawl of Bob reached my ears. My skin crawled inside the hot rubber cocoon as I heard him exclaim, "You look good enough to eat. I hope you re ready for the best moment of your life to date!"

"I have a little more to do before I m ready," replied Linda demurely. "Have some tea while I finish some things."

"Tea! You have anything stronger?"

"Sure, Bob. I'll pour you some scotch and water?"

"On the rocks only," he said.

I heard the tinkle of ice. "Here you go, Bob. I'll be just a minute. Make yourself comfortable."

Linda came into the room and closed the door. She whispered, "Should only take about two minutes for the drug to knock him out." She began to strip off the velvet suit and satin gloves. She pulled a hood like mine into place. I got up from where I had been relaxing and joined her as we strode back to the front of the house.

Bob was still awake and the shock in his eyes as two rubber amazons appeared before him was priceless. "Wh what the h..h..h.hell are yyyou supppppposed to be?" he slurred.

"You re worst dream you pompous ass," Linda hissed from behind her hood.

Bob moved to stand, stumbled and folded at our feet.

"Get his other arm; help me drag him to the room," Linda said.

We drug the now helpless man to the bedroom. He seemed to be barely conscious and mumbled some expletives. I didn t fully understand his words.

Linda plopped him over the bed and began to remove his clothes. I helped her with the work and he was soon naked. She went to the bathroom and returned with clippers, shaving cream and a razor.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Going to make him clean as a baby," she replied. "It ll bring a new level of closeness to himself as the rubber does its magic. She cuffed Bob's hands and feet together with restraints and began to clip of his long head of hair. Next she clipped the pubic hair from his manhood. She applied the shaving cream to the close-cropped areas and began the final hair removal. She handed me another razor and instructed me to start on his leg and arm hair. She finished with the scalp and crotch and proceeded to shave the chest hair. Within twenty minutes his entire body was clean as a baby's bottom.

Linda released the restraints from Bob's feet, as he was completely unconscious now. She applied powder to his body and legs and worked, with my assistance, the body stocking over the smooth skin. She applied some K-Y to the butt plug and slowly inserted the probe into the now relaxed anus. She worked the sheath over his member and finished pulling the stocking in place. Next we pulled the corset over his frame. Linda climbed onto his back and planting a foot in the small began to tug the corset closed. Soon his thick waist was firmly encased in the shaping garment. Rolling him on his back, she pumped up the breast cups and hip pads. The clothes provided the basic shape but did not look too realistic. Now we began to pull the catsuit over the transformed figure. I made sure his feet were firmly planted into the sole of the attached feet while Linda struggled with getting the arms into place. His limp fingers conspired against her efforts to get them seated into the gloves. The gloves had stays incorporated into the fingers that held them in a comfortable, but rigid curve.

Linda pulled the thick rubber hood over his face and shoved the limp gag into the mouth. She pumped the gag full and was rewarded with the sight of slightly bulging cheeks. She pulled the heavy latex mask over the hood. The female features of the mask effectively hid the man beneath. We pulled the red shoulder length gloves, rolled thick red stockings up his legs and started to struggle with the hobble dress. The thick red rubber rolled up his legs and body, turning him into a red Morticia Addams. The face of the mask even looked remarkably like Morticia. I held his limp body in a sitting position as Linda pulled the dress sleeves into place and adjusted the inflated breasts into position inside the dress. She pulled the zipper shut, sealing the unfortunate Bob into the final rubber layer. Now we smoothed the latex neck of the mask into the collar of the dress and smoothes out wrinkle as best we could. We put six-inch high stiletto shoes on his feet and locked them into place with shiny chrome padlocks. Finally, she snapped the cuff into place and we waited for him to stir from his drugged sleep.

Chapter 3: The Driftwood Inn

Bob woke with a start. His grunts and moans were barely audible from inside his hooded face. He pulled at the cuffs vainly.

"You can t get loose. Just relax and enjoy the ride. Here, let me help you up and you can get a good look at your new self. I think you ll like what you see."

The real irony of the moment is that I knew he knew he was dressed in kinky rubber, but the stiff collar, restrictive eye openings and inability to use his hands denied him the knowledge that he was dressed as a woman! Since the suits were next to his skin, he must have thought he was bound in some way that kept his steps to a mere six inches. We helped him to the mirror. To add to the drama, Linda had covered the mirror with a sheet. The two of us stood on either side of the mirror.
For dramatic effect we let him gaze at us a while. From beneath the hoods, you could see the fear in his eyes change subtly to lust as he realized how erotic we looked in our shapely latex suit. He grunted and struggled some more testing his restraints.

Linda and I dropped the sheet on the mirror and his eyes suddenly changed again. The building lust was replaced by incredible shock. The grunts were more pronounced and he wriggled to and fro while struggling against the handcuffs.

"Meet your ideal dream date, Bob. Bob, Roberta, Roberta, Bob. Roberta is an honest to goodness rubber goddess. Bob you were made for her. In fact you are perfect for her. She thinks like you. She talks like you, when given the chance. She probably even has the same sexual fantasies as you. We hope your experience with her will open your mind to the full wonder of self-examination and sexual discovery.

"Now a few rules, we are going to take you to the Driftwood Inn and play some rubber sex games with you. You will probably enjoy the attention and games whether you want to or not. Rubber sort of has that effect once the initial shock wears off. To enhance your pleasure, I took the liberty to shave all of your hair off. Surprised! It shows in your eyes."

Linda didn t add that the "huh" grunt that burst from the rubber face at that moment confirmed the truth of the statement.

"If you behave like a good rubber girl we may give you a little head, or should I say feel. I m sure your tool will be demanding relief before the night is done. We ll make sure the video camera gets all of the juicy details for the record. Now, I'll drape this coat over you and "Suzy" and I will help you to the car."

Linda draped a heavy rubber Mac over Roberta's (I saw her not him) shoulders. She took a coat for herself and gave me one. Our coats effectively concealed the rubber suits we wore. Bob, however, would be noticed by anyone who happened along.

We led him to the car. The walk was tedious and slow, thanks to the hobble dress. No one saw us, though. We drove to the Motel and parked at Room 137. Linda already had the key and we were soon inside. We removed our coats. I went about setting up the video camera while Linda took some more things from a bag she had brought along.

The first thing to do was to sit Roberta in a chair. Linda dropped her arms over the low back and tied the cuffs to the lowest chair dowel before he/she could resist. She swung a rope around the tight skirt and tied it tightly about the chair legs, pinning him/her in the chair. The camera provided a frontal view of Roberta/Bob and the bed. Linda spread a heavy rubber bag on the bed and came up to me.

As I finished the camera setting, she pulled a blinding hood over my head. She shoved me to the bed and was closing the bag around me before I could resist. "Just relax," she said. "I m going to give you the thrill of rubber bondage, total enclosure and sex in one hot session."

I was now inside a hot, black world. I could wiggle myself inside the rubber womb slightly. I soon found my mind wandering as the bag lulled me into a half sleep. After a period of time Linda released me and was pounding her hips right against me. The dildo inside me jolted with each thrust, sending pleasure waves through my hot body. Accumulated sweat allowed me to move easily inside the rubber suit. I responded to her actions and soon her own passion was building. All the while Roberta/Bob sat moaning through the gag. He/she tried to adjust his position in the chair as our activities were obviously arousing his own passions. He squirmed in the chair to improve his position. I suspect the butt plug was becoming quite uncomfortable as it pressed against his insides.

Soon I was oblivious to everything save the pounding rubber vixen on top of me. As she rubbed against me and worked the embedded dildo in my pussy, I rose to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Soon me breathing was bursting forth from the hood in rapid pants and finally one last inhale and the hold as the final cascade of desire released from behind the dam of passion and swept me away in a torrent of carnal pleasure. Linda exploded simultaneously becoming still and rigid before plunging down her own river of lust. She rolled from me and snuggled next to my hot rubber encased body.

"Let's rest a while before we go back to my place and continue these games."

"What about him?" I asked looking toward Bob.

"Oh, him. I d better check on him."

Linda went to Roberta and pushed her gloved hand into her/his lap.

"Oh, you ve given in to the rubber. You naughty girl. I can feel your rod even beneath all of the layers of clothes! It's a hard fellow isn t it."

Bob nodded urgently.

"Do you think I should do something about it?"

The continuing nod.

"Do you like the rubber on your skin?"

Bob hesitated.

"You don t like rubber?"

Still no response.

"I guess Suzy and I will leave then."

More grunts and nods from the rubber prisoner.

"You like the rubber?" she asked again.

This time he nodded an enthusiastic yes.

"I'll help you out then"

Linda plunged her hand quickly into the lap of the skirt and found the enraged member buried beneath multiple layers of rubber. A few quick pushes were enough to bring the excited Bob to ejaculation.

"Just like all your ex-conquests say, He shoots before he's loaded his gun. What a pathetic example of manhood you are. Maybe you should try being a woman more often."

Linda stooped to untie Bob from the chair. When he was loose, she picked up all of the things we brought into the room and packed to go. She turned to me and asked, "Ready to go?"

"Sure. What about him?"

"Oh, he's fine. I bought those things just for him, a gift to show him my real feelings toward him."

"I mean, what are we going to do with him?"

"Oh, yeah." She turned to Bob. "If you ever try to hit on me or any other girl at the office, I'll mail this tape to our boss with a letter of explanation. He may not believe the girl is a guy but you never know."

I said, "That's nice for work but what about now? Do we take him home or what?"

"Oh, that. I'll tell house keeping to clean the room as we check out. I m sure they ll figure out something to do with that piece of garbage."

She walked from the room. I could only follow.

The protesting moans from Bob's gagged mouth were cut off by the closing door.

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