Palace in the Clouds

Chapter 13 - Discoveries

“Mistress Ursula von Andrus is arriving this evening,” Esoterica informed the slave staff. “I want perfection. I demand perfection! There will be no dust on any furniture. There will be no smudges on the wood. Everything must shine. The floors will be spotless. I want you to be able to eat from it if I ask you. The carpets must be shampooed and vacuumed. Finally, all of our suits must gleam like chrome in the sun. I leave Apprentice Angelica to organize the cleaning.

“If I find anything amiss when I return from Frankfurt, you all will pay.”

Esoterica strode from the house. She immediately went into a rage over the shine on the limo. “This is horrible! Did you use a chocolate bar on this finish?”

The chauffeur could see nothing amiss with the gleaming car. The liveried slave cowered in his heavy latex chauffeur’s uniform. Esoterica dismissed him with a wave and he trotted off to his punishment. Another slave nervously appeared in the uniform after a few minutes.

“We’re late so there is nothing you can do about the car now but when we reach the airport I want you buffing the shine up to a mirror while I meet Mistress Ursula,” Esoterica said. “Ah, Slave 32. I didn’t realize you would be driving. I hope you know the way to the airport by now.”

The first task at hand was punishment for the offending slave chauffeur. Once he was out of the uniform Angelica supervised his immersion into the “slime sack”. The sack was a rubber-lined pit that was lubricated on its inside walls with silicon grease, lots of it. The rest of the pit was filled with a sludge the consistency of a thick wallpaper paste. The sack conformed perfectly to the shape of anything inside it, hugging the victim in its intimate, irresistible and unchanging embrace. This device could be pure heaven if two slaves were bound together and allowed to rut between the slimy walls. The slick surface allowed for quite an arousing session. Alone it was torture to have all of your senses removed by the temperature controlled slime. The victim felt only a constant press of the sack which eventually dulled the senses. The air allowed through the respirator was warm and moist and was filtered to remove any odors. Since the victim knew where he/she was, there was frequently an almost immediate spontaneous explosion as the body was slowly sucked into the ooze. The frustration that followed was the torture. Some of the newer slaves might cum again in an hour or so but the veterans usually didn’t have another spontaneous orgasm. That doesn’t mean they weren’t aroused and aching for relief. Far from it, their sliding against the slimy surface typically honed their need to a sharp edge that hovered on the brink of ecstasy. Pleasure in torture was a key element of this device.

Chauffeur Slave had the respirator strapped tightly to his hood. He was held by two strong sets of hands as he stood at the edge of the slot in the floor. His ankles were held in a short bar that didn’t torture but held the legs apart in a comfortable spread. His wrists were locked at his side to a waist belt. The opening to the slime sack was a slot about four feet long by three feet wide covered by a thick rubber membrane. A reinforced slit in the membrane allowed the opening to open like a pussy ready to receive its prize. The thing even looked like the aroused lips of some huge giant idol to Venus. Angelica thought wryly that the lips in the floor could mark the portal to infinite delight, much like the pussy slit they imitated. She thought that her house would have one of these pits but rather than the floor, she’d have it molded into a giant prone rubber covered replica of herself. She thought that might a be a bit megalomaniacal but then being the strict rubber Mistress of any number of slaves was in itself a bit megalomaniac.

A sling was fitted under the offenders arms. The two helping slaves stood on either side of the slit and pulled the offender onto the rubbery surface. The slack in the sling was taken up so that he would not slip uncontrolled into the opening. His feet slipped on the slick lubricant but the strong arm held him steady until he was over the center slit. Then the sling started to let out the slack. His feet slid through the slit and he felt the tight rubber bag begin to swallow him. Much like quicksand sucks in the unwary, the slimy sack expanded and seemed to suck its victim into the warm womb.

Breathing quickened as the body slowly disappeared into the floor. The fellow tried to twist his way free of the guiding hands. He tried to pull his feet out of the pit but the suction held him tight and the slick surface allowed no purchase. Soon the legs were completely engulfed and the torso slid in. As chauffeur slave’s chest reached the floor and slowly slid in he convulsed in a violent orgasm. He panted into the respirator. He shook visibly as he slid further in. He was soon up to his neck in the pit and as his head slid beneath the opening, the membrane closed above him. Only the rigid breathing tube connected to his respirator and the rope attached to the sling provided a hint that there was a living breathing person beneath those lips that marked the gate to a peerless womb of unequaled sensuality.

“We’ll pull him out when we finish the housework,” Angelica announced. “You stay here and monitor his vitals, the rest of us have work to do or we might find ourselves in there too.” She shivered with arousal and fear at that thought as she left the room.

The drive to the airport was uneventful. Slave 32 acquitted himself admirably and after dropping Mistress at the arrival lounge went to find a parking place from where he could watch the door. It was quite a distance from the terminal but he doubted that he would have no trouble spotting the black leather coat his mistress wore. He figured there would be two similarly dressed women since Mistress Ursula was also a latex mistress. He knew that the coat didn’t hide hands, head or feet. Anyone bothering to look closely would note the shiny gloves or the severe stiletto heels on the leg hugging latex boots. He busied himself with polishing the car. A few people that walked close to him stared in disbelief at the shiny liveried chauffeur polishing the stretch Mercedes limo. For this public appearance, he wore an expressionless latex head mask that at least hid his black hood. Still the clothes were bizarre, even for Germany.

He saw two haughty figures in black leather pass through the terminal door. He rushed to get the car to the curb to receive his mistress and her guest. Two additional figures came out of the door dragging pulling a baggage cart. These two were petite, short and dressed head to toe in latex. They must have had on catsuits similar to his under their outer clothes. The outer layer consisted of grey tone business suits made from latex. He could see white peaking out from the jacket sleeves and above the lapels. Shiny black legs showed beneath the skirts of the outer suits. He saw expressionless faces on these two as he pulled to the curb that indicated they were masked much as he was. Their hands were shiny black below the shiny white sleeves of the blouses.

People stared unabashed at the sight of these four rubberized aliens. When the limo pulled to the curb and another rubberized alien jumped out to take care of the group, some eyebrows lifted but folks quickly turned back to their own business. Wealth seemed to excuse many eccentricities.

The drive home was pretty much uneventful. The two mistresses discussed the weather, their stock portfolios, their most recent slave acquisitions, their recent slave training problems and solutions and their amazement that so many people needed their special brand of therapy in these changing times.

“It’s the uncertainty. No one knows who to believe anymore. We can’t believe our political leaders. We’ve lost our national pride. We let everyone into the country! Just look at those neo-Nazi groups. They have such a following. Everyone wants a car, TV, cell phone, jeans, Gucci…my god, we’ve lost our identity. It’s the Americans that did it. They turned the people into a bunch of lost children. Now that’s where we come in, we provide very simple and direct focus to lives filled with chaos.” Ursula was on one of her rants.

Esoterica had heard this before. She just clucked along in agreement and wondered how Ursula could so conveniently forget about the sexual power they held and wielded in their lives.

Slaves had removed the flesh-tone faces once they were in the car. The darkened windows prevented any annoying snooping. Slave 32 drove the powerful limo near top speed as they sped through the countryside. He listened to the conversation and merely smiled to himself. Sure all that noble crap about the purpose and the rise of their peculiar service was fine but the bottom line of it all was there were people like him who plain loved rubber servitude. He noticed more than once that the two slaves with Ursula were not European. Besides the slight, though exquisite bodies, the eyes gave away their Asian origins.

Back at the estate, things were almost shaping up. Angelica used her crop occasionally and had it always ready to spur on any slacking slave. She knew that one more slave at work would have been better and she cursed the chauffeur slave who had caused the shortage. He just might have to stay in the slime pit longer than she originally planned.

She knew she could only cajole with the crop since any other punishment meant taking more of the workers off task. Punishment slowed productivity in the short term. Actually it slowed it in the long term too since many of the slaves craved punishment and actually went out of their ways to bring it on. Angelica was learning this fact and her solution was to announce that no slacking slave would be punished, however, anyone who showed exceptional performance would be rewarded with an appropriate “punishment”. It seemed to work as the last of the chores fell into place and the slaves teamed up to polish each other’s suits. Two slaves worked on Angelica’s suit while she swooned to their massaging touch. “This Mistress stuff could really be good,” she thought.

The car pulled into the estate and Angelica waited to greet her Mistress. The lesser slaves stood with bowed heads behind her. She watched as the car came to a stop and 32 leaped from the driver’s side and hurried to open the door for his Mistress and her guest.

Esoterica stepped from the car with his helping hand. He then helped Mistress Ursula from the car.

“Slaves, I present Mistress Ursula to you. While she is our guest you will serve her as though she is I,” announced Esoterica.

They all nodded. Ursula smiled.

The two slaves with Ursula climbed out of the car. 32 went to help them and Ursula whacked him with her crop. “They can get out by themselves. They will carry our bags in as well. Mistress Esoterica, I commend his service but he should be punished for helping my slaves in putting our things into the car at the airport. Had it not been so public, I’d have punished him then.”

“Yes, Ursula, I’ll make sure he has an appropriate penance for his indiscretion,” replied Esoterica. “My slaves go by number as you know. You met 32 at the airport. The four in back are my oldest slaves, number 23, number 27, number 28, and number 30.” Each slaves stepped up as his or her name was announced and bowed.

“This one in front is special. She is Slave 35, but she is training to be a mistress. She is Angelica.”

“Good evening Mistress,” said Angelica politely. “I hope your stay will be comfortable.”

“Thank you, Apprentice.”

“I don’t use numbers with my slaves. Mistress Esoterica trained these two for me. I think you called them Slaves 21 and 22. I choose to call them by name, Slave Kochi and Slave Hiryo.”

Shirley’s heart skipped a beat as she heard those two names. Names from the past she had almost forgotten. Suddenly that day her sister was talking about the two missing girls and the start of a journey that seemed so long ago rushed into her thoughts.

Chapter 14 - Visits

Even the leather shops had large selections of latex. The latex section had racks not hangers of clothes and shelves not a small part of a self devoted to stacked items. The shoe selection was quite amazing too. There were plenty of pairs of wicked stiletto shoes and ankle boots but the thigh high lace-up boots were incredible and came in both vinyl and latex. Then there were the boots that had heavy latex cuffs at the top that rolled right up the leg in a vice-like grip. The tops of these boots actually bit into the lower edges of her pussy lips when she tried them. The feeling was awesome.

Since there was money to spend, why not splurge on some indulgences? They could always ship the stuff to Japan UPS rather than worry about the AMC baggage checks. Sis busily selected clothes for Dan and herself while he chatted with the clerks at the various stores. She bought a catsuit for each of them, gloves and hoods. She picked up a sheath brief for Dan, panties and bra for herself. She decided a pair of the boots were a must along with a Domina dress to wear with the boots. As a last thought she bought Dan a white latex shirt and black jeans. She thought they might take in a couple of the clubs that catered to people in appropriate dress code. She spent about 1,600 EU on all of the purchases. At least she and Dan could have some extracurricular fun during the evenings.

Later that afternoon, the two got back to the hotel and were chatting as they prepared for some extracurricular activities.

“Esoterica is quite a celebrity around here. She is rich and she seems to be one of the premier Dominas in Europe. She keeps a stable of slaves that are devoted to latex and serving her. She apparently has a very exclusive list of regular patrons that use her services. I’m really surprised that Shirley even got an appointment to visit her for an hour, much less a week,” said Dan.

“The pieces are slowly falling into place, dear. I’m going to guess that the advertisements posted around the world are really designed to lure perspective slaves to her. I doubt that she really would stoop to running such an operation for your average fetishist.”

“I think you’re right. She brings them here for a day or a week and if they fit the right profile, they simply disappear. I guess they conveniently stage some sort of accident or maybe just have a local cop and medical examiner on the payroll to fake deaths. It’s all nice and tidy in most cases. No family complications and no hassle.”

“In Bill’s case, they didn’t know about Shirley, you think? Asked Sis.

“I bet they knew about her, but I’m sure he told them he was separated. What they didn’t count on was the letter from the government once the death certificates were filed and the proper authorities notified. He probably didn’t tell them about the survivor’s benefit that she was entitled to. When they notified the government to stop his annuity, they didn’t know the government would process the survivor benefit. They probably never intended to contact Shirley but the government did and started sending her survivor benefits.”

“That makes sense. But if he’s alive, is Shirley now faced with fraud?”

“Wow, I don’t know. She had nothing to do with the initial deception even though she benefited. That’s one for the attorneys to figure out.”

Sis was dressed at this point as was Dan. She came to her hubby. “Enough of this serious chat, Bubba.”

She pushed him to the bed and climbed onto his rubberized body. “Let’s make some hot kinky rubber lovin’” she said as she pushed her exposed slit to his face opened his crotch zip and took his sheathed cock into her mouth.

An hour later and exhausted from frantic love making the rubberized couple snuggled.

“If you’re up to it, why not slip your new shirt and jeans on over the catsuit, Hun? I’ll put on my dress and those wicked boots and we can check out one of the clubs.”

“God, I’m exhausted. How do you find the energy?”

“Come on, Hun! We’re on vacation. We’re supposed to be expanding our horizons while visiting a new country.”

“OK. Let me sleep about an hour. The club life probably doesn’t get going until after 9 here anyway.” Dan snuggled his rubbery body to her back. His cock stirred beneath the closed crotch opening and Sis wiggled her butt as closely against him as she could. She smiled contentedly as she dozed.

Three hours later Dan woke. His suit was clammy. He wanted a shower. He didn’t really want to go out but as his eyes slowly opened, Sis was there standing over him. She was in her new dress.

“Get those on in a hurry, Bubba! We have a club to get to.”

“Huh, oh. Do we have to?”

“Now, Bubba. Or no more favors while we’re on this trip.” This time she smiled a bit as he rolled from the bed and stumbled to get to the bathroom.

“I gotta go and can’t I shower?”

“Go, but no shower. I didn’t take one and I’m fine. Hurry up now. I’m ready to hit the floor and strut some kinky stuff!”

The leather coats that covered most of their rubber were not out of place in the evening chill. When they got to the club, the check person took the coats and nodded in approval as he saw their rubber underneath. He smiled broadly as they each pulled hoods out and pulled them on. “God, that Domme is hot looking,” he thought as he held the door for them.

The club was dark but the distinctive smell of sweaty rubber and leather mixed with sexual musk dominated the atmosphere. It provided an appropriate stimulus for the proceedings. The music was recorded. A leather DJ spun disks from his perch. Spotlighted dancers performed their sensuous routines with poles on platforms. Shiny rubber bodies or tight rough leather ones wrapped themselves around the poles and swayed sexually to the beat of the music.

The place was much fuller than any they had seen in Japan. These folks were really into the scene. Dan ordered drinks while he watched the people frolicking on the floor. Sis pulled him to his feet and drug him to the middle and began to dirty dance with him. She rubbed her crotch right to his and threw back her arms exuberantly.

“Now this is a club!” She shouted into his ear.

Several patrons watched the two dancing on the floor. The fetish community of Mannheim might be more open than many but it was still a close-knit group and outsiders were easy to spot, especially snoopy Americans asking questions about one of the leaders of the group. The word was out to keep them under eye while Mistress Esoterica decided how to handle their meddling.

The two danced away obliviously to the scrutiny they were receiving. The night seemed to have no end. The music didn’t break. Couples moved on and off the floor as they either got the urge to exhibit their kink or take a break and rest. One or two masters had their slaves leashed and performing ritual sex acts to the general approval of all. No actual sex was allowed but rubberized, leatherized, or PVC clad bodies could sure provide some very realistic and raunchy action that left little to imagine as they performed complicated moves more entangling than any “Twister” game. Each act ended with approving applause and then the floor would surge as a mass of hot shiny rubber, PVC and leather replaced the performing slaves.

Dan felt the warmth of his drink in his belly and he was wondering if the night would end back in the room in another session of rubber or if Sis would collapse on the bed in exhaustion. He was of a mind to think that either outcome would be fine with him. If they danced another set, he might even lean toward collapsing from exhaustion as the preferred hotel event to end the evening.

Chapter 15 - Insurance

Mistress Ursula sipped her glass of Riesling serenely. The light golden glint of the wine highlighted her delicate shiny black fingers nicely. Slave Kochi kneeled obediently at her feet. Slave Hiryo waited at her side in case she needed more wine. A fire burned in the massive place and two stuffed chairs were arranged to provide the best placement to view and feel the warmth. Despite it being early June, the night was chill and the old house had a few drafts in its public areas. Mistress Esoterica sat in the other stuffed chair. Apprentice Angelica sat in a cushioned straight chair slightly in front and facing the two regal figures.

The flames reflected off of the severe shine of the latex clothing the two mistresses and mistress wannabe wore. Four other figures were in the room. Their apparel was no less shiny but it was much more utilitarian. The two mistresses were almost in identical outfits. Ursula wore her catsuit and corset under a cape that hung loosely about her shoulders. The above the knee boots with stiletto heels and the crop she held in her free hand were badges of her position. She wore a half-face catwoman hood that covered her upper head and hid her baldness.

Esoterica wore her catsuit and corset as well. The tight rubber stretched across her shapely body. She had a long Macintosh rain coat loosely draped over her shoulders. Her boots were thigh high stilettos. The boot legs held her legs in a tight grip of thick rubber. Her crop sat on the table next to her for the moment. She crossed and uncrossed her legs occasionally just to feel the dildo shift inside her pussy as the boot tops pressed against her. She also had on a half face hood but she also wore a tawny wig tonight and had pulled the hair through a top hole in the hood and let it fall down her back.

Angelica wore her catsuit. She had on a full hood but no gag. Her corset was pulled tightly about her middle and she could hardly breathe as the thing pulled her into a severe 18 inch waist. She knew that the training was needed in order to effect the proper appearance she wanted to project as a mistress. Her thigh high boots were identical to Mistress Esoterica’s. She wore a short cape over her shoulders. The flames danced in odd patterns as the folds on the capes and coat shifted when the ladies moved. On the tight rubber suits, the same reflections shifted but with much less distortion.

The four slaves in the room were all identical in dress. They had on tight catsuits with attached gloves and feet, corsets, ankle boots, full hoods and gags. Of course these were their standard 24/5 suits and they had been in them varying time periods, depending on the rest cycle they had. Ursula’s slaves had the added features of chastity belts made of thick latex with silver trim and chains and cuffs on ankles and wrists that restricted their movements to tiny steps and short reaches. The four stood or kneeled like statues and the flame reflections danced off their suits with only the distortion from the curves of their bodies. The overall effect was one of dark mystery.

“Angelica is almost ready to become a full fledged mistress. I’m not sure I want to have any more competition in the valley, though. She might just have to remain a slave to me forever.” Esoterica smiled lightly as she spoke.

“Mistress, I have no intention to remain here when I complete my apprenticeship. I plan to return to Asia. There are plenty of stressed people in Japan who could use my therapy. I may even return to the PI and live in the northern mountains. The weather is cool and rainy there most of the year, a perfect place to practice rubberism.”

“It would be so boring. You would have few slaves to attend you and where would you find clients even remotely interested in latex? From what you’ve told me about the Philippines, rubberism doesn’t have much of a following, probably because it’s so hot there. Then you have the strong religious influence that frowns on such pleasures as this.” Esoterica waved her hand to encompass the little group of devout rubberists.

“With the right household and some fixed resources it would be fine to live out the years on top of a nice rainy mountain.”

“I suppose it would at that. It just isn’t what I had in mind.” Esoterica wondered if Angelica really had the strength to be a mistress. One of the challenges was getting new challenges. That’s why a mistress had to have a network of regular clients who demanded attention and discipline and an ever changing collection of slaves to train and sell.

“I think I’ll rename myself again to Angelhina. That’s the Filipino variation of Angelica. And I’ll have a wardrobe of white latex catsuits, hoods, gloves, boots, and capes for me to wear. I’ll always wear white as my foundation garment though I might wear any of my other things over the white.

“As for new slaves, there are plenty of poor Filipinos who would worship me if I brought them under my wing and gave them complete security in return for abject loyalty and servitude.”

Esoterica took this in and realized that the Philippines might well have its own advantages. She nodded appreciatively as Angelhina explained her plan.

“There is one problem with all of this, Angelhina, it seems that your sister and brother-in-law are in town and they are hot to find you. Actually they are hot in rubber as well, but that’s beside the point,” Esoterica said.

Esoterica picked up a tiny bell at her table and gave a quick ring. The doors behind her opened and a writhing bag that obviously held one or more living things was carried in by four household slaves.

“I think you might know these two slaves. We found them at Chachi’s. They just couldn’t hold their drink. The local police frown on people staggering around town in rubber clothes. Fortunately, some of my friends found them first and brought them to me for safe keeping.”

The bag was dropped, not too gently at her feet near the fire. The heat inside the bag would soon have its occupants really sweating out the booze.

“Let’s see, the male’s wallet says he’s Dan Whitney and the wallet in the female’s purse says she’s Julietta Whitney. Oh well, They’re just Slaves 36 and 37 now.”

“Mistress, I’d be careful how you deal with them,” warned Angelhina.

“I’m not so sure you realize your position here. You are still a slave and you are pretty much a non-person in the world right now.”

“Yes, but they aren’t. He works for the US Government. So does she for that matter. I’m sure they are here on annual moral leave. The government knows where they are. They probably even know the leave was going to be in Mannheim.” Angelhina was just guessing at this point but she was pretty sure it was true.

“So? They die in an autobahn accident like so many American who get carried away with the thought of speed. The government sends its condolences and any authorized payments to next of kin and that’s the end of it. I’ve made plenty of people disappear in the past, what’s two more?”

“I think they were here looking for me. That means that something gave you away. That means they might have talked before they left. They might have a file of information stashed away with a solicitor to protect them from kidnapping.”

Esoterica tapped her crop to her chin thoughtfully. “All of this could well be true. Perhaps I need to put together a resignation letter for him to sign. He found a new position that offered security above anything the government could provide, I think.”

“It might work, but he’d be giving up an annuity of over $2,000 a month if he resigned before he completes his next year of service.”

“That’s a pittance. They’d believe it.”

“But if they don’t? Or what if the insurance they have in the form of the file is opened when they don’t return for any reason? Can you take that chance?” Angelhina was almost pleading now. But she had to keep her tone authoritative, as if she knew what she was talking about.

“Your apprentice talks speculative nonsense and offers no solutions. You should gag her and be done with this. She’s a slave and should remain one forever,” Ursula weighed in with her opinion.

“No Mistress. I am not a slave anymore. I also know what I am talking about. We knew that something was going on here even before I came. My sister knew your two slaves.” Angelhina nodded to Kochi and Hiryo. “She knew of rumors surrounding their ‘death’. She linked their disappearance to Slave 32’s ‘death.’ I had some idea of what I might be getting into when I came.”

Esoterica laughed at that. “And look at where all that foreknowledge got you. Some rescuer you turned out to be.”

Ursula added, “See. It proves my point. I say punish her for her rudeness, strip her of her position and let her never be more than a groveling slave for the rest of her life.”

“With respect, Mistress, all it proves is that I took inadequate precautions because we were not positively convinced that something odd was going on. My disappearance alerted my sister enough that she came looking for me. I strongly suspect that they took precautions.”

“Proof, Slave 35. We need proof of this,” Esoterica snorted. Angelhina/Shirley/35 did not miss the implication of hearing herself addressed as “slave”.

“The proof lies within their heads. Or maybe in their personal belongings,” replied Angelhina undaunted by the threat. She hoped there was proof or else the next years of her life were going to be very bad. Well, maybe not that bad but she suspected that Esoterica would sell her off to someone and that someone could be a bit sadistic. She had heard stories of masters who kept slaves locked to various devices or bent and stretched into inhuman positions or folded into tight boxes with only openings for breathing tubes for extended periods of time. She had heard of slaves living in the dark and only used to pleasure the master with no hope of pleasure in return and no hope of escape. She was treading on very thin ice indeed.

“Angelhina has a point. Let’s interrogate them and send for their belongings since they are my guests for now.”

Angelhina showed no relief as Esoterica again called her by her new name, though she felt it. She prayed that there was proof of some sort of protection from kidnapping. She looked at the struggling bag and hoped that her two relatives inside had heard some of the conversation. She shouldn’t have even bothered. The two were well gagged and hooded before being locked in the bag. Neither had heard a thing.

“Mistress Ursula, these are my most extreme punishment devices. I’ve never used all three of them at the same time before. This should be a real treat.” Esoterica motioned toward the three set of oversized pussy lips that were in the floor. One of them had a rope and tube extending from it to the ceiling. “I wonder how much more punishment Slave 19 needs? He forgot to polish the limo before we came to pick you up,” she explained.

“What do these do?” Asked Ursula.

“Well, not much of anything. You let the slave slide between the lubricated lips and the bag engulfs the slave in a world of nothing. The initial press of the bag on their bodies usually brings on one massive orgasm, then nothing. Spent, they just exist in nothingness. They usually get aroused again but without any external assist, that is all they achieve…frustrated arousal. This is a torture so much more subtle and exquisite than racks or posture horses or occlusion boxes. And the slave shows no outward sign of the ordeal. It’s all in the mind.”

“Very elegant,” was all Ursula could say.

“They can also be used for reward. Put two slaves in together and they can fuck each other into oblivion. Only they can’t stop; locked in the embrace of the bag they maintain a certain level of arousal and can do nothing but wait for another surge so they can fuck some more. Now that is more fun than a person should be allowed to have. I love the imagery of two beings fucking each other silly inside a giant vagina. It’s so perfect.”

Surprised at the crude description, Angelhina blushed. She hadn’t really heard Esoterica use that type of language before but then in describing what being in the bag resulted in, the word was perfect. She wondered if so much sexual arousal really was more fun than a person should be allowed to have. It could well be true.

This conversation wasn’t missed by either Slave 36 or 37. They were allowed to hear the description of the slime pits with good reason. They would be subjected to the torture if they refused to talk about any precautions they might have made regarding the trip.

“Now Slave 37, you seem like an intelligent lady, tell me anything that we should know about that could ruin our plans to make you and Slave 36 permanent members of our little family.”

“We have a portfolio of information gathered over the past six months.”

Esoterica looked at Angelhina in appreciation. “She had been right after all,” Esoterica thought. It probably doesn’t save her from her future fate but maybe, just maybe.

“Where is this portfolio?”

“In a public locker in Tokyo.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s in one someplace in Tokyo.”

“Who knows? Him?” Esoterica nodded toward Slave 36.

“I’m not sure he knows either. He gave the portfolio to a friend to dispose of.”

This was getting to be a bit complicated now.

“Slave 36, where is the portfolio?” Esoterica asked.

“I don’t know.”

Now this was getting very difficult. She had learned there was something that might expose some of her less than legal operations, not that there had ever been anyone forced into servitude against their wills until now. But still the word of this type of activity going on in the 21st century would be very embarrassing.

“How can you not know?” Her face was inches from his and her eyes glued to his.

“To protect us from this type of questioning, Mistress.” Dan decided it wouldn’t hurt to play the part.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I told my friend to do whatever he wanted with the portfolio just as long as he got it to a secure place. He might have passed it along to another friend. He might have put it in a safe deposit box. He might have used a baggage locker at the airport or a train station. I just don’t know.”

“Then how does he know to turn the thing in?”

This question was greeted with silence.

“Slave 37, how does the friend know to turn the portfolio into the authorities?”

Silence.

“I’ll ask one more time, then you can see the inside of one of my slime pits.”

She repeated the question. She got no response.

“Prepare them and put them in the pit!” Ordered Esoterica.

Preparation meant only adding the respirator to their hoods since they were already trussed up in the shackles and arm bindings.

As expected both shuddered in an explosive and prolonged orgasm as their waists and chest slid past the lips of the hungry pits.

“That was futile. I hope the pit restores some memory.”

Esoterica turned her attention to Angelhina, “You’d better pray that I get the information I need from them or it could go very bad for you.”

Oddly Angelhina thought that it would be far better for her if Esoterica didn’t get the information. She really felt that if the “insurance” was compromised that all of them were in serious trouble. “Yes, Mistress. I shall use all of my angelic powers to pray for enlightenment.”

Esoterica looked at her to find any irony in her response. Angelhina hid it well.

Chapter 16 - I Love It when a Plan Comes Together

“Slave 36, Don’t be so stubborn. This will end immediately if you just tell me who you gave your information to.”

“I can’t remember.”

“Come now. I know my little slime pit is effective but I also know it can’t take away your memory. Each time I have to put you in there will be longer than the last.”

“Please Mistress, I can’t remember. Give me a chance to rest.”

“Slave 37 remains in her pit. She doesn’t have the information. You are the key. She has been inside that pit a very long time. Her initial orgasm was long ago. She may well be near insanity from her punishment. I’ve heard sensory deprivation can do that. Think how you feel after that initial press and surge subsides and the constancy of pressure fades because of its unending presence? Slave 37 has been like that over six hours. At least you’ve had relief because I’ve had to pull you out a few times to ask you one simple question.”

Slave 36 shivered as he thought of his beloved wife in the pit.

“I’m growing weary of this game, Slave 36. Put him back in there and let him sleep on it. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Slave 36 was dropped back into the pit. He came one more time as his crotch and torso slid past the entrance to the pit. His head slid through the opening and everything went black. The constant pressure slowly numbed him as he drifted into oblivion.

“Your brother-in-law is quite stubborn, but no matter. He’ll be a babbling idiot in morning. I think 12 hours in the pit should crack him.” Esoterica drummed her fingers impatiently on the table. “You know I’ve been thinking about your training and I don’t think you’re ready yet. I believe your apprenticeship needs to continue at least another six months.”

“Why is that Mistress?”

“Well, you still ask too many questions that don’t pertain to your immediate need to learn the trade, such as this last one. I’ve said you need additional training and that should be enough for an apprentice to need to know.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Off to bed. Tomorrow should be a very full day.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

No longer relegated to the sleep sack system for slaves, Angelhina went to her own room. She pulled down the soft latex sheets and prepared herself for bed. She removed all but her 24/whatever catsuit and gave herself an internal cleansing. The vacuum sucked all of the excess water from her suit and she attached the warm air nozzle to the small fitting used to push the cleansing fluids in and filled her suit with the warm dry air. The air pushed through her suit and dried the inside surface and her skin before exiting with a whistle through the drain valve at her heel.

She switched from air to skin conditioner and allowed the light mist spray into the suit. Slave 32 rubbed her suit and worked the conditioner onto her entire body. Then the inlet tube was disconnected and the opening sealed. The light vacuum applied to the drain opening and her suit sucked against her skin. The conditioner provided a supple touch to the latex. She smoothed her suit in place while 32 sealed off the drain opening. As he worked at her heel he snuck a kiss of her foot.

“Yes, you can stay here tonight, my dear.”

Slave 32’s heart leaped with joy at the thought of spending the night under his Mistress’s bed and being locked to her intimate blossom to delight in her bouquet and sample her nectar while bringing her to multiple carnal rewards.

He climbed into the opening beneath the bed and pulled his head into the pillowed head brace located strategically in the hollow mattress. Angelhina locked his wrists and ankles to the cuffs on the frame and pulled the straps of the harness snug. She connected the breathing tubing to his nose tubes. These tubes snaked over the back of his head to a carefully regulated rebreathing system. His mouth was planted squarely against the crotch opening of a pair of panties that were actually molded into the rubber cover of the mattress on the bed. Once she finished her toilet, she got into bed and pushed her legs into the panties. She unzipped her crotch opening and slid herself into position. She was already dripping in anticipation of the evening delights. As her swollen flower pressed against the crotch of the panties she was rewarded with the swirling touch of Slave 32’s hot tongue.

She pulled straps that were attached to the mattress tightly across her belly and through her crotch insuring that she could not shift her position. She locked these straps with timed locking devices that would guarantee she was locked to the source of her pleasures for at least eight hours.

Slave 32 sucked and lapped at his mistress as she writhed above him. She came five times before he grew too tired to continue his attention. After the fourth time she had pushed her hand against the mattress in a futile attempt to push his probing tongue away. He licked her to ecstasy one more time for spite. Not that the pleasure was all hers, he had been overwhelmed by his own orgasm as she came her third time.

He pulled his tongue from her pussy and settled into a light sleep. He knew that he would wake in an hour or so and he’d happily apply his tender tongue to her blossom again and she couldn’t do anything to stop him until morning.

Mistress Esoterica stood in front of Slave 36. He hung before her from the harness. His suit glistened from the slime clinging to it in ugly globs. She knew the cleanup of the suit would be grueling for the slaves involved if her mood didn’t improve. A discontented mistress more often than not translated into a slave being forced to do chores while under the heavy duress of multiple bindings and restraints. Maybe 36 would give her the answers and her mood would improve as a result.

“Where is the portfolio?” She asked.

“I can’t tell you,”

“Think how poor Slave 37 is feeling now. She’s been under the floor twice as long as your little session just ended.”

Dan/Slave 36 thought of the emptiness of his mind he had encountered toward the end of the time in the pit this time. His mind had shut down. He even stopped dreaming or thinking. And Julietta had been in the same circumstance twice as long? And how long was that? He had no idea how long he had been here. He only knew that he and Julietta had been in Germany since Tuesday and they had gone to a fetish club in town on Wednesday, but what day was it now?

“What day is it?”

“I ask the questions here, Slave.”

“Please tell me and I’ll tell you what you want.”

“You tell me what I want and I’ll take you from this room. Slave 37 will be released from the pit too. I might tell you what day it is as well.”

“It’s important to know the day. That’s why I asked and no other reason.”

“It’s my decision to decide what’s important or not. You’re merely a slave now.”

“Then I can’t tell you where the portfolio is.”

“AAAAWWWWWKKKK! Put him in the pit!” Mistress Esoterica stomped from the room.

Elsewhere in the estate, Angelhina was slowly stirring from her exhausted and interrupted sleep. She felt the arousal in her pussy again to greet her morning. She shook in orgasm again. So many times her slave had taken her on a journey to bliss she had lost count. He was making up for all of those years that she had been so unappreciative of the gift he offered. By now she was writhing again as his tongue worked magic on her nether region. She squirmed to get away from his probes and it was no use. Her belts held her tightly in his mercy and he showed no mercy when it came to pleasuring his mistress. He just might need a punishment for this but she knew she couldn’t do that since her design had anticipated this very result and she was loving it.

The locks snapped open just as she rose to a final rolling and exhausted cum. She shook as the waves slowly pulsed from her pussy then she scrambled to release the straps that held her in the devilishly seductive trap.

“Time to greet the new day,” she said groggily and giggled as she released the bonds Slave 32 was in and helped him from his hiding place.

“You amazed even me with your enthusiasm for the game! I lost count you bastard! How many times did you cum? Don’t be shy, I know you must have cum while you were sucking me dry.”

He held up three fingers.

“God, you horny bastard you.” She took his hooded face in her hands and pulled it to her lips.

“Good Morning, Angelhina. Am I interrupting anything?” Mistress Esoterica frowned slightly at the sight she beheld as she opened the door.

Angelhina stepped back from Slave 32. “Good Morning, Mistress. I was just showing my appreciation for a night well spent.”

“I see. I think you have a little more you need to learn about the slave/mistress relationship. One of the most important is to not show too much emotional entanglement to a mere slave.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll remember that when I have my own household.”

Slave 32 had been pretty much performing as Angelhina’s personal servant and lover since her apprenticeship began. It was a good arrangement and Esoterica had allowed it to continue as long as Angelhina was in training. She knew that the rekindled love between the two was one of those things that could hurt the equilibrium of the estate. She’d been considering taking him from Angelhina since she had no intention of letting him go with her when she left. The new complication was having its effect on her plans to put him into his old Slave 32 cycle before Angelhina left. She decided that could wait until Angelhina was gone. There were enough problems brewing without bringing on more by choice. To think Angelhina thought she’d get to keep Slave 32 when she left. She got a chuckle out of that even as the immediate problem festered.

Twelve hours later an exhausted Slave 36 is pulled from the pit. He’s mumbling incoherently as the respirator is pulled from his face.

“Tom, watch out. Don’t let them take you. Tom, be careful.”

“Who’s Tom?” Mistress Esoterica whispered.

“He’s my friend at Yokosuka,” Slave 36 mumbled again.

“I’ll warn Tom, just tell me his last name so we can help him.”

“It’s Tom, Tom works on base.”

“I know but what’s his last name?”

“Tom. Tom Gr…Gr…Gr,” Slave 36’s head shook and as his head cleared. “What the? What day is it?”

“Damn,” Esoterica said under her breath.

…..

“No. I don’t dare put him in the pit again. We pulled his wife out hours ago and she’s a babbling idiot. I think she’ll come out of it but there are limits. I don’t want vegetative slaves to feed for the rest of their lives. I just have a first name and I think the first letters of a last name. There can’t be that many ‘Tom Gr’s’ whatever at Yokosuka.” She hung up the phone and paced some more. “I pay plenty to those ‘detectives’.” She spat the words out venomously. “I should bring them all here for a nice long stay for this ineptitude.”

“Not wise, Mistress,” Master Fugleman said folding his hands. “They will find your mysterious Tom Gr… in good time. Then we can complete the transaction and you can get things back to normal. Personally, I’m appalled that you let this got so out of control. It’s definitely not like you.”

“No it isn’t and I’ll never attach myself to a slave that way again. I mean to think she could develop into an equal.”

“Well, once a slave always a slave is what I say. You can’t go training one of them to be a master. Now when someone comes to you with the explicit desire to be a master/mistress, it’s a different story. Of course part of the training is to learn to be a slave first. But it’s different since you both know from the outset that the subject is in training.”

“You’re right, as always, Master”

“And you used my name in some of those letters?”

“Yes, Master. I should have thought differently but since my plan was to sell her to you in the end I figured it best to establish a relationship.”

“Well, I doubt if there is any harm done.” He raised his glass, “A toast to the imminent success of your people in Japan.”

“Yes.” Esoterica clicked her glass to his.

The phone rang as she finished her sip of wine. She picked it up and swallowed hard.

“Hello?”

She listened to the voice on the other end of the line. A slow smile crept across her face. She hung up the phone and returned to Master Fugleman.

“They found the person?” Fugleman asked breathlessly.

“Yes and they have the disk that had everything on it. He was supposed to send it to the Navy Investigative Service if he didn’t receive a phone call from Whitney by the 24th. God that’s tomorrow. They reformatted Whitney’s home computer so anything there is gone. They searched the house for any other disks and found nothing that links to me. That was way too close.”

She paused for effect before continuing, “I think we can proceed with your gift for your daughter’s 21st birthday. I love it when a plan comes together!” She laughed hysterically.

Chapter 17 - Destinations and Consequences

“Mistress Apprentice Angelhina, I’d like you to meet Master Fugleman,” Esoterica introduced her guest to her trainee. “Master Fugleman is here to select a new slave for his household. I thought we could use your assistance in picking the right person.”

“Yes. I’m looking for someone who will be difficult to tame. I want someone who has tasted the honey of power and then discovers the honey has vinegar. Are there any slaves in your household who know a little about being in command?”

“I’m sure there are one or two.” Angelhina thought about the slaves in the household and she only knew of two or three that might fit the description. One was her sister. She knew she had a bit of a dominant streak from her visit in Japan. Another was her own beloved Bill. He had sometimes shown a penchant to getting things done when placed over the other servants. His skills at persuasion through a variety of rewards and punishments indicated promise that she hoped to nurture once she had her own household. She planned on him being near equal in her affairs. The problem was that both of them were her relatives and she didn’t want any part of sending them off.

“Actually, Mistress Esoterica has informed me that she has only one such slave in her employ at this time.”

“Really. And who is that?” Asked Angelhina.

“First let me explain the position and condition of employment so you can appreciate why this is such a hard placement. Maybe that will help you in finding the right slave. Let me explain.”

He sat back in the chair and sipped at his wine, “My daughter turns 21 next week. She has been interested in my hobby for two years now. When she was 19 she snuck into the cellar. I made the mistake of leaving the secret door to my dungeon ajar. I think she was looking for a bottle of wine but she stumbled onto my dungeon.

“She found one of my servants bizarrely dressed in rubber and painfully shackled to my restraining rack. It’s a nice piece of furniture actually. The victim is pulled across the saddle and bent almost double at the waist. His or her feet are shackled to the floor. The shoulders have a harness looped under the armpits and the jackknifed torso stretched over the saddle and chained to a racking device in the floor. The arms are in an arm binder and the mittens have a “D” ring at the end and a rope pulling the arms behind and up to the ceiling. The head is pulled back with two ropes attached to each side of a head harness. There is no way the slave can move when the binding is complete.

“Usually the victim remains in this position for several hours. Sometimes I open the crotch zips and expose the ass or pussy of the female slaves and take advantage of the situation as I see fit. As for the males, I typically leave them to stew in their suits with a nice ass plug up their butts and a nice restraining device stretching their sheathed cocks. But I digress.

“ My daughter asked me that evening where Frauline Himmel was and I told her she was on vacation. My daughter asked why she seemed to enjoy taking her vacation in our cellar.

At first I was shocked but since she was 19, I decided I had better explain the situation. I told her that I was a master of latex and leather bondage and slavery. I sought out likely candidates to join our household who might find enjoyment in being servants and slaves to my desire.

My daughter seemed intrigued by this new information about me. Over the months she explored my psyche with me and learned how I had become one of the premier dungeon masters in the country, if not Europe. By the time she was 20, she let me know that she wanted to have her own slave to train.”

Fugleman sipped his wine again before continuing his little story.

“I introduced her to the addictive world of latex and leather and slowly trained her in the techniques of mistress and the subtleties of the slave/master relationship. I let her use my slaves as subjects and she learned her skills well. For her 21st birthday, I promised her a slave of her own.

“She told me she wants a challenging slave. She wants one with “bite”. She wants one who knew freedom and understood the sudden reversal of position being a slave to Mistress Satinica would mean. I asked her the name she chose to call herself and she said it seemed to have a nice ring to it. I commented that it sounded a bit like “Satan” but she put me off saying that satin was such a nice shiny material.

“And that’s where you come in, Mistress Apprentice Angelhina. You are someone who has tasted freedom. You are one who will know what it means to lose it all. You are my choice for my daughter!”

Before Slave 35 could react, hands grabbed her. A thick hood was pulled over her head. It sprouted inflation bulbs that would fill the ears, press latex against the eyes, fill the nostrils and fill the mouth. Then the entire hood would be pumped up into a huge rubber ball of latex pressing against her face. The shackles to her arms and wrists held the arms in three places. A chain from the wrist shackles was pulled through her crotch and evilly bit into her pussy as it was locked to a wide belt that had been cinched around her waist. Her legs were strapped together at ankles, calves, knees, and thighs.

She was then lowered into a very heavy rubber bag and the thing zipped shut around her body. The tight rubber squeezed every inch of her body as she tried to squirm in the bag. Slowly any movement ceased as wide rubber straps sewn into the bag were cinched and buckled tightly around the enclosed prisoner. Her struggles were futile as she was unceremoniously carried to Master Fugleman’s car.

The straps were finally loosened and the bag opened. Slave 35 tumbled onto the hard concrete floor. She was carried over to the restraining saddle. Rough hands pushed her over the padded bar and she audibly “Ummmphed” as her waist bent around the well-padded saddle. The saddle was pretty much a standard English riding saddle bolted to the bar that stood about two feet off the ground. The ankle cuffs were in floor slots and could be adjusted to insure that the waist of any prisoner bent over the saddle. The final position of the bound person looked much like that of a person thrown across a saddle sideways.

Slave 35’s hood was pulled from her but before she could scream, a new hood that allowed her to see and had a gag was pulled on and the gag inflated.

“This hood has zippers at the eyes so we can let you see or not as is my pleasure,” Master Fugleman said.

She looked around as best she could from her prone position. She saw the various pulleys and winches that were to the front of the racking device. A full length mirror also stood in front of her so she could witness what was happening.

The shackles around her legs were removed and her feet were pushed into the stirrups in the floor and adjusted so her waist was positioned right over the crown of the saddle. Her legs were bent comfortably at this point.

The cuffs on the hands were next removed and the single sleeve of the binder pulled on. The binder was thick latex with little stretch. As the thing was laced up, her arms pulled together into a single entity. The harness straps were looped over her shoulders and through the armpits and tugged up tight. This pulled the binder slightly higher up her arms and pressed them that little bit closer.

Two ropes were attached to the “D” rings under the arms and hooked to the floor winch in front of the saddle. A slave ratcheted the rope taught. Now as one slave watched her waist position on the saddle, he carefully signaled either the slave at the winch or the slave at the ankle restraints to tug a bit here and there. She stretched out just a bit more on the saddle. Her waist never left its position.

Despite the terror that raged in her soul, her pussy was hot. She was as horny as she’d been in weeks. As they pulled and tugged, her clit ground into the saddle and she exploded right there. The shuddering climax was unmistakable as was the muffled uuuummmphs emanating from her gagged mouth.

“Well! Our new slave likes her new position. And I thought it’d have to be broken.”

Ropes were attached to her rings at the end of the arm binder and they were pulled up behind her. The additional pressure was almost unbearable. Finally the leather harness was attached to her head and it was pulled back against her neck as far as possible. She had no choice but to look at herself. She was an amazing sight, stretched across the saddle, trussed up in a most delicious bondage and all shined up in her rubber. She could really enjoy this if she weren’t so scared.

Master Fugleman opened her crotch zip and she felt cold air against her tender pussy and ass. He lubricated her ass and slid a huge vibrator dildo into its recesses but did not turn it on. He stepped back and pointed to the helpers.

“Enjoy your pleasure. I must change into more appropriate attire but that tender and inviting piece must surely be serviced or it will wither away.”

Fugleman left to change from his street clothes. He had been in quite normal attire for the entire time Slave 35 had seen him thus far. The first slave stepped up to her and opened his zip and pushed his sheathed cock into her exposed pussy. The fire of his penetration shot through her as his cock seemed to split her open. He pushed himself in her to the hilt and pumped with abandon until he exploded in a massive cry. he stepped away and a second slave took his turn. This gang rape went on for several minutes in which time Slave 35 came three times and finally passed out.

Fugleman came out and took his turn. Slave 35 probably didn’t even know he used her since she was unconscious. He figured out she was unconscious only because he heard no sounds coming from her gagged throat.

When he finished with her he attached a drinking tube to the gag tube. He made sure that Slave 35 would see the liquid nourishment in the bowl at the other end of the tube. He put a note by the bowl that read, “Drink.”

He relieved a small amount of tension from the restraints to ease the ache in her stretched body. Before taking his leave he slipped a vibrator into her pussy and closed up the zipper. He switched the two probes inside her intimate recesses on as he went out the door.

Some time later Slave 35 slowly returned to the world. Her first conscious experience was the vibrators rumbling inside her and her rising explosive orgasm. She gasped in her gag and was rewarded with a slug of thick, very sweet liquid. As the waves of her passion subsided she noticed the one word note next to the bowl. She could look at herself in the mirror writhing in her bonds as another orgasm rolled through her strained body. She sucked in more of the stuff and wondered what was in her future.

“Oh Poppa, you’re so wonderful!” Patrice held the latex catsuit to her breast. She looked in the box to see the dominatrix boots, the corset and the other important accoutrements associated with a mistress. She pulled out the huge double dildo and stroked the veined shaft lovingly. “This will make one hell of a ride for me and any slave I might be allowed to use.”

“The catsuit is custom made, Dear. It’ll fit you like a glove and I hope it will bring you years of pleasure. Now if you come with me, I have one more surprise to show you.”

He led her into the cellar and steered her to one of the changing rooms just inside the secret entrance but outside the main dungeon area. “First we must change into our playthings. I recommend you use your new things.”

A few minutes later Master Fugleman emerged and waited for his daughter to come out of her room. Shortly, she made her appearance. She was a vision of rubber domination. The catsuit had no wrinkles as it clung to her shapely body perfectly. This looked so much better that the ones she had been wearing until this day. His deceased wife’s suit just didn’t fit his beloved daughter quite right. Then his daughter was definitely narrower in the waist and she was a bit more buxom. There was no doubt many hearts would be taken be by her beauty and her powers.

He opened the door and let her go first. She saw the bound and racked slave in the middle of a pool of light.

Mistress Satinica hesitated before asking, “Is it mine?”

“Yes, my Dear. She is your very own slave.”

“I’ll leave you to enjoy your present. I’ll be back in an hour or so to see how you’re doing.”

Master Fugleman left his daughter and went to the adjacent room. The two-way mirror provided a very good view of the trussed slave. In fact it was the same mirror that was hung on the wall in front of the bound slave. He adjusted lighting and settled in to watch the show.

Mistress Satinica strode to the front of Slave 35. “Let’s see, do I call ‘Slave’ or ‘Rubber Toy’; how about ‘Rubber Doll’. I like ‘Rubber Toy’.”

She slid the tip of her crop along Slave 35’s rubberized face. Then she whacked Slaves tender ass viciously. “Toy, I’m going to use you now.”

Mistress Satinica first turned the winch crank. The ratchet clanked loudly once, then twice. Slave grunted into her gag as the torturous pull stretched her body completely taught.

“I like that. Now let’s see what your Venus spot looks like.” She pulled the crotch open and saw the cunt filled with the vibrator. “Leave it to Poppa to allow you fun while he’s off doing other things.”

She pulled the vibe from the hot tight hole with a wet pop. She tossed the thing to the corner of the room. Then she slowly lined herself up with the opening and pushed the huge strap-on dildo home.

Rubber Toy grunted as the dry rubber thing pushed home into her wet pussy. She was glad she had remained highly aroused or else the thing would have been extremely painful to accept. She wondered if this little bitch had just forgotten about lubrication to ease penetration or if this was her standard procedure.

Now Mistress Satinica was humping the trussed slave. She plunged the shaft deep into her Toy. The ass vibrator was still buzzing away and Toy was approaching yet another massive orgasm. She had been in a constant state of arousal since arriving at this place and she knew that there must be a price to pay for all of this ecstasy.

Mistress Satinica shuddered as she reached the edge of the cliff and plunged over the abyss of rubberized passion. She continued to ride her slave until she came a second and a third time before she dropped exhausted on top of her slave.

After she calmed down, she slowly pulled herself from the slave and walked around to the mirror. She blew the mirror a kiss and smiled.

Master Fugleman had come twice while watching his daughter ravage the slave. She had quite a future as a mistress if this little session was any indication.

“Poppa was watching the whole thing Toy, but he can’t hear us so now I’ll give you a little preview of the future I have planned for you.” Mistress Satinica sat easily in front of her slave.

“I think that your body is a bit too plain. I intend to make some modifications once Poppa lets me move from his home. I can see a nice ring permanently placed in your nose. Now I’m not talking a small body ring but a heavy ring that is attached to the nose with metal plates riveted to either side of your septum. I’ll enhance your breasts and pierce the nipples with rings as well. This piercing will be right through your suit since you will never be out of the new suit once your breasts are enlarged. Imagine a set of 49 DD’s on your petite form. Your clit will have a ring and of course I’ll make sure there are plenty of piercings on your tongue. As for your labia, I can envision multiple rings on them. The more piercings the better. I want each labium lined with rings that can be laced closed when you’re not being used. And as for your feet, I hope you can learn to stand in ballet boots. I’ll have thick latex thigh boots with the longest heels imaginable permanently placed on your legs. Permanent mittens on your hands with attached rings and finally a nice heavy corset/chastity belt combination, cinching your waist to an ever narrowing size as you get used to it. Eventually I’ll have to break your lower ribs to achieve perfection.”

Rubber Toy shivered as best she could at this description of her future.

“I hope you appreciate all that I plan for you. It will be very expensive and I’m doing it all for you.” Mistress Satinica kissed her slave lightly then whacked her one last time before leaving the dungeon.

“Poppa, When can I move out?”

“Soon Daughter. You can start looking for a home secluded enough to meet your needs tomorrow.”

“Oh, I hope so. Now that I’m 21 and working I want to be on my own.”

“I know, Sweetie.”

She didn’t tell him about the plans for her slave. He would think them so severe that he would disapprove. She knew that as long as she lived at his home, she could never start her plans for Rubber Toy.

Chapter 18 - New Arrival

“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.

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