Prelude 
Part Two of the Scrapbook series

Prelude - Part One

Introduction

This series is a continuation to the Scrapbook Series (referred as S and the #). Ken Ladder, an exchange student living in Blankenese, a suburb of Hamburg, Germany, finds himself in the home of Mrs. Brigitte Gutenbach, a divorced mother of two teen-age daughters the oldest of whom spends that same year in the Ladder’s home in Denver, Colorado. Ken discovers for the first time of his life the joys of latex since all three Gutenbachs have been in that world for years (see S 1). Anita, now in the USA, has taken enough garments to induce Ken’s sister in it as well. Brigitte Gutenbach, a private nurse, has made sure to introduce Ken without delay to the family’s rubberized world and some. Krista, her second daughter has a deep fraternal attachment to Ken who is sometimes over his head in female relationships and friendships of all kinds as a result of a well paying part-time job at one of the most successful local latex haute couture and adult shops in Altona where he is very appreciated (see S 3 and on).  Scrapbook 9 finishes in January 1998, five months into Ken’s stay. Intelligent and organized, he is succeeding in school and plans on remaining in Germany for another year to complete his German degree before University. Ken also has discovered his innate sensitivity to women, and his hands’ golden touch that opens many doors to him. The previous series has introduced about thirty people to the reader already, a large circle also for a young man of eighteen years of age, not counting his school buddies and teachers.

Our story starts in June 1998, a few months from where we left Ken but for a few gap- bridging events. The format is slightly different as well. The Scrapbooks may be reedited into novels that could be used as a possible plots for movies. 

Note : All the names are purely coincidental in this fictional writing, and have nothing in common with an real persons.
 
 

Chapter 1 - A Week-end in Secret

In the cool spring breeze of that June Saturday morning, the moped was purring away attesting to the careful tune up its rider had given it the week before. The trees on both sides of the highway made the straight road look like a sluice to infinity meeting at the horizon. On the left, the misty Elbe river broadened its welcoming arms to the shipping traffic silently sailing to and from the huge seaport of Hamburg. Once in a while, a rare vehicle piloted by a sleepy driver whizzed by, avoiding at the last second a potential tragedy. Over the fields, low layers of morning fog in hues of gray, yellow and orange in the early rays of the rising sun lent an eerie feeling of wetness, almost repulsive to the unprotected traveler.

However, for the one familiar with the virtues of rubber gear, that time of the day could not have meant a happier moment. Sheltered in a heavy one piece protective latex suit with a double hood, a helmet over his head, boots and warm gloves under a first pair of rubber ones, Ken’s imagination was sailing through the changing morning lights, happy to feel healthy, all of himself, ready to share his day with two lovely friends. School exams were finished, and the semester was winding down. Normally, he should be on a plane back to Denver within three weeks, but his heart was no longer in the United States. It had taken a long and patient convincing with his parents for him to remain another year in Hamburg to complete his degree there.

His mother in particular was worried about the influence of the Gutenbach’s home on her son after having put up with Anita for a whole year during which they had to take unusual protective measures for that stunning girl who had chanced dressing up in latex publicly one single time, and had been almost assaulted ever since by her high school mates. Fortunately nothing regrettable happened, but misgivings had been expressed just the same. It took a letter from the principal, another one from Ken’s German private teacher, Brunhilde von Seeberg (see S 5), and one more from his science teacher to beg for an extended stay. After a few phone calls, the matter began to settle down, and it was agreed that since Ms. Seeberg had a large house and could rent a room to Ken during the summer time and possibly till the end of the school year, he could continue his studies with as little disturbance as possible. All of it had been officially handled, the visa and everything else, and Ken was literally breathing with relief. He would move out of the Gutenbach’s home one week before the return of Anita. 

Summer vacations were already spoken for, but Ken felt like circling the wagons in his relationships, because too many doors were opening to him. He felt that he needed time to think, yet wherever he turned, within less than a week he was noticed, dragged into new intimacies where he could introduce latex to sexually frustrated women. Rubber would never suffice for any length of time, he noticed, for they wanted far more, they wanted him. Yet, as every young man, Ken had a desire for conquest rather than availability, like with Karina (see S 9), yet a mixture of both suited him just fine. 

But now there was another matter of possible importance that had linked two women both of whom Ken liked, especially one who had turned out to be in great danger. Esther had to be rescued and made to disappear. Old family disputes stemming from Second World War connections and suspicious activities hidden by money interests, had forced that young lady into secrecy. Yet, her life meant nothing to these nazi codgers who wanted the valuable information they felt she knew. 

Ken could remember that phone call to Maria von Luebeck, his early morning visit in January, her surprise when he showed up at the door, and all the explaining he had to do to convince her of the urgency of the matter. Maria had a crush on Ken, and she would have done anything for him. Ken could not tell why he had felt Maria could help Esther, but it was like a voice leading him there. Esther’s legal counsel had given her a new identity: Ursula Schlattinger from the countryside of Wiesbaden. Some new papers had been produced within a few days. That response time impressed Ken, and helped him understand how serious the matter was. (see S. 7) The name made sense because of her slight southern accent. It took some time for Ken to think in terms of Ursula, but he was getting used to it in his mail to her. 

It so happened that Maria’s grandmother still lived in a fine country home, but her age and health required helpers who could not conveniently access that property. It was out of question to put her in an assisted home yet, she would have none of it. She loved the countryside, nature and the quietness of the area. The personnel turn around had made things difficult for everybody. The two neighboring villages knew her well, and nobody was much inclined to work there for average wages. So, it looked like the qualifications of Ursula and her willingness to live there were a god-sent match to Maria’s parents, and within twenty-four hours, she was driven to that estate to care for that elderly lady.

Aside from a two-room suite with private bath, Ursula had the use of the van Luebeck’s Mercedes to do the shopping and drive the lady to her doctor’s appointments and other homes where her friends were still open to receive her. A drivers’ license in her new name had not been an easy matter, but it had finally arrived. She also loved gardening within reason, and would not shrink from a lawn tractor either. In no time flat Ursula had transformed the life of that elderly person through her cheerful disposition. 

Within a week or two, a huge order of rubber accessories and garments was mailed to Ursula’s latex supplier, a seamstress living in North Hamburg, and within a few weeks a budgeted amount of money brought in several pairs of latex directoire underwear, latex bed sheets and night wear, dresses, corsets, bras and stockings, a host of pillow cases and eiderdown bed spread cases, rubber aprons, rain gear, shower curtains, etc. the list went on. The von Luebecks were a little surprised by these extra costs, but they said nothing since the grand mother attested to feel so much better and happier since Ursula took such good care of her. Besides, after a few months, Ursula had all that she needed; she explained that much time, work, and savings could be obtained in the long run with appropriate supplies and equipment. 

Needless to say that the grandmother was literally pampered twenty four hours a day, and Ursula had brought her to discover all kinds of potential about herself in spite of some elimination nuisance normally attributable to ageing, yet all the better manageable through appropriate rubber garments that she would put together herself. 

Aside from all that rubber, Ursula had ordered enema supplies and massagers for various uses. That some of these things were planned for herself and possible visitor friends, there was no doubt. One such visitor obviously was Maria who found in Ursula more than a friend. She would come for extended periods of time to assist her; she also would care for her two mares. In exchange, Ursula had introduced Maria to her femininity and all of her potential there. The friendship was becoming intimate, especially when Maria realized that she had missed a mother for so long. On her side, Ursula realized that Maria, like her grandmother, were two abandoned people, and her heart went out to them with purpose and a mission. She wanted the grandmother to regain as much of her independence as she could, and for Maria to grow up and be prepared for a fine gentleman. 

Ursula had found that in enhancing the patient’s sexual potential and drives, it would improve their lives, their health, and their confidence. She had obtained amazing results and healings that way, although as a nurse she could not say anything about that. However, it was an agreement she had had with some patients in the past. She knew how to control these kinds of “therapies” and how to send off the person on his or her own after some time. Sometimes she could use latex, sometimes not. So she was very creative.

Ursula was missing the arts of the city of Hamburg, but with Maria, she received plenty of CDs and DVDs to fill her evenings with beauty and culture. Often, the two young ladies would dress in their latex most stimulating clothes and ride the mares, pacing along the lowlands irrigation ditches, keeping away from villages and farms. After almost an hour they would reach a little shallow lake, a pond of some sort, where they were planning to wade when the days would be warmer, a very rubber thing to do. The ride would slowly but surely arouse them both. All along they would try anything to stem the rise of their sexual ultimate pleasures. Upon arriving at the shore of the lake they both were bent in half, wondering what they should do : risk a fall on the ground since their legs could not support them any longer, or wait it out. Invariably they would slip off the saddle, unhook a bag in which a double size rubber sleeping bag was stored. Kicking off their boots behind a screen of bushes, they would slip inside that bag, adjust the attached hoods on their heads, zip it shut, and revel in each other’s passions, helping the other reach new orgasmic heights, and devising unprintable dreams to enact when they would return to the house. When it was raining, the plop sound of the rain drops added all the more to the excitement.

Half-hour later or so, they would drag themselves out of that pleasure trap, repack and merrily trot or gallop back home. Upon arrival they both went to the bathroom to shower together, and change into fresh latex house garments that made sense considering the tasks that awaited them: caring for the mares and Maria’s grandmother.

It was not a small event when the elderly lady, thanks to the patient ministrations of Ursula regained some control of her functions and thereby of her dignity. She was overwhelmed with satisfaction. Ursula’s care had called for regular enemas and progressive pelvic muscle exercise and massages. Using a vaginal vibrator along with a steady diet of mild appropriate hormones, she brought that lady even to enjoy some small contractions, and sensitized her clitoris and breasts, in other words helped her discover her sexuality, something her strict upbringing had repressed.

It took a lot of patience to remove all these psychological obstacles, but Maria’s grandmother had one main virtue: she was an inquisitive and adventurous lady, reading a lot, and longing to travel, to live again. The helpers she had had so far were oftentimes rude and rough, getting the job done as quickly as they could to get paid and out of there. Ursula had changed all of that and Maria was amazed.  It had taken some getting used to all that rubber, especially during the night, but once again, Ursula had shared with her all her bag of tricks until the adaptation to such an existence was complete and thorough. In the month of June, not only had Maria’s grandmother become totally rubberized, but she did not feel secure in other types of clothes. It was necessary however to dress her “normally” when her children came to visit her, which was a rare occasion since they felt that Maria was sufficient to that end.

Ken had quit his job at the adult shop at Easter time, seeing that Gudrun Schulz, that young spying brat, the owner’s niece, had not yet gotten back to her Tyrol home. She was connected to that nazi gang, and was looking for Ursula, no doubt. (see S 8). Ken took some distance to reevaluate that job in order to protect Ursula’s whereabouts for some time. It had been six weeks since he had last spoken to her over the phone, and about five months since he last saw her. Things had changed a lot for both of them, yet Ken was not going to leave her alone like that, because Ursula had been very courageous and reasonable, and they loved each other. They had written about once a week, that was all. One of the uncertainties was Brigitte Gutenbach. She had connected Ursula, then Esther to Ken, but nobody knew for sure if and where she was in terms of her involvement with that obscure gang. So, Ken had Ursula send her letters to the post office and destroyed them after reading them. 

Since Esther’s disappearance, Brigitte’s attitudes had been more distant, and she had alluded a few times to her, asking Ken what was going on. Ken let her know that Esther had to leave on emergency and had not told him of her whereabouts. Brigitte did not believe him, of course, and that was the reason why Ken could not visit her any sooner. Would he be followed? This time, however, he had told Brigitte that he was going out to explore the area of Travemuende by the North Sea, the surrounding countryside, and would be gone for the day, perhaps the entire weekend. She did not react in any strange manner. Krista had been invited for the weekend anyway at one of her girl friend’s home, and Brigitte had a couple of jobs to do also besides spending some time by herself. The apartment was in a reasonable state of cleanliness, hence she did not object. She almost asked him where he would be spending the night, but she refrained at the last second. As women feel, she wondered if he would be meeting Esther, but at the last second she saw that it would be too soon if not too nosy to ask. Still, she knew that within a couple of weeks Ken would move out, and that information she really wanted was not going to be told to her. Ken noticed her body language, and decided to remain stone discrete.

Ken did not know what to expect, that morning. He was going to face Esther and Maria, two very different girls, and yet similar in some ways. Still, he had some idea about Maria. But since he had seen that girl last, there had been nothing between them. She had been writing to him a couple of times. Fortunately, Ken had found her letters before Brigitte could see them. Curiosity was giving him cramps, and he could not help from wondering what that day was going to be like. The girls were expecting him for sure, and there was going to be much fun even with the elderly lady. Ken had planned to arrive at six o’clock. He knew that the backdoor key was in a rubber boot outside, he could enter, climb the stairs of the servants’ wing and that Esther’s room was the first one on the right. Since the grandmother would not wake up before eight or nine, they would have some time together.

He saw the sign leading to the village, and after crossing it, he went on through a forest of low trees and along an irrigation canal, to a clump of trees across a brown looking farm; there on the right, a little further down was the gate of the property. It was not locked. The entrance driveway was winding behind hedges and trees all the way to the main house, about a thousand feet long. The pathway to the back door took off on the right before the fountain. Ken stopped the engine at the gate and silently pedaled to the back of the house. 

Not far, he noticed clothes drying on inverted umbrellas clotheslines, with a host of rubber gloves and garments securely held by plastic clothespins. He knew mentally that they would have to be taken in at about ten in the morning, when the sun would have warmed the air.  They were set in the shade of an elm; the wind sensually undulated all that colorful latex.

It all worked according to plan. He took some deep breaths, turned the key… no alarm, no dog … the door opened without a sound. He got himself inside, closed and locked the door again, left the key in the lock, took his boots off, lined them next to a couple of other pairs, and climbed the stairs carrying his knapsack. All one could hear was the creaking of his latex suit. Esther’s ears were familiar to this sound, and she was expecting him at her door, standing there dressed in a translucent latex nightgown. She looked divine. Her large breasts were irresistible, and her long curly hair invited Ken to bed. She put her hand on his mouth, grabbed Ken’s suit, pulled him into the room, zipped him free and undressed him in no time. Then she hugged him, and they kissed for the longest time. Ken’s maleness awoke and grew to a three alarm fire. Noticing it, she firmly grabbed his engorged member till the excitement subsided. She wanted to delay his pleasure for later. Ken was going crazy, but let her do. Not a word had been uttered yet, the two being overwhelmed in their emotions after such a long time away from each other, almost five months. They reveled in love. She could not have enough of him. Still holding his maleness she motioned him to follow her to the bedroom. Ken expected a latex world and was not disappointed. Only when covered above their heads in the depth of the sensual rubber paradise her bed had been set to be, their first words were exchanged. Plain as they were, the sound of it was new :
“Ursula, I love you…”

”Ken, my treasure…” she was crying.

The memories of the last Christmas Holidays came back and with it the depth of love that had been theirs. By contrast the wilderness of the last five months, the lost time for intimacy, the dreams never fulfilled, the frustrated wants. But now, it was here at long last. Yes, Ken wanted to dive into the details of her body and soul, go back to the times when he could bring her to levels of sensitivity where the word “better” just could not be. They both knew that; she was aware that her fulfillment would mean his, because that’s the way Ken was, generous, loving, caring for the other more than for himself; he had understood that secret, and in the latex world he was an ultra rare person. That explained in part the loneliness of rubber fetishists, loneliness that could temporarily be set aside through wild parties, but still empty, where each one is for himself, for herself. Ursula knew that she was important in him, and that she could take the chance of letting him in her; he would respect her. In fact he had proven over and over. Her heart grew tender all at once, and tears came back, tears of simple gratefulness.

An hour later, Ken, wrapped in the delights of Ursula’s latex sensuality, felt another presence just alongside his back. In an instant he knew it was Maria, but he also knew it had been planned that way. It was a first for him: two girls at once! Maria, in her own world and ways, was also overwhelmed. Ursula had initiated her to so many things within five months’ time that her sexuality was really at peak performance. But that was also a first for her to share a man, yet she felt more secure because Ursula was not a selfish person, and she knew that she would help her gain experience and pleasure. Maria had only had one experience with a man, and it had been awful. 

She had been promised an entire class on male anatomy and sexuality. But it was not enough for her, she wanted Ken’s love, and she knew that competition would be stiff unless there was another way, and if there were, she would make the most out it. She hoped he would give her a pubic shave (see S 8), and she had neglected trimming them up as well as she ought to, hence a third party’s hand was needed now, and that hand would have to be Ken’s. He was so gentle. 

Ursula answered the soft ringing of the internal phone. The grandmother was awake and was requesting her. “I shall be down in ten minutes, Frau von Luebeck. Did you have a good night?… That’s wonderful… I am so glad… see you in a few minutes.” She turned to Ken. 

“I have to leave you now to get Maria’s grandmother up and give her breakfast. Maria will hold you company and when you two are ready she will bring your breakfast here. OK?”

Ken watched Ursula slip off her nightgown, and go to a pile of clothes ready since the night before. After powdering, she rolled long transparent rubber stockings up her legs, attached them to a garter belt. She encased her breasts in a rubber bra with large holes for her nipples; she put on talcum powder again before putting on her nurse uniform with elbow length red latex gloves. She slipped her feet in short latex boots with low heels. She wound her hair in a bun and hid most of it in a bonnet of sorts that looked cute. Before leaving, she blew Ken a kiss. She was so sensual, in a natural way.

Ken was not sure how to follow from there. But he did not have to wonder for long. Maria’s hand grabbed his shoulder, turned him on his back to lie on top of him, her head on his chest. She stayed there for quite a while fulfilling a dream. She was also dressed in a translucent latex nightgown, low cut in front, revealing a set of breasts Ken had never noticed. She had become a gorgeous female. His hand slipped to her buttock, then the curve of her small. She moaned with delight. Maria sent a different message than Ursula. She was not in tune with the human body and soul like Ursula. She was an apprentice in fact, and Ken realized that she had no idea of her potential yet. Still there was sincerity and desire, an authentic heart in her, and sometimes these were the stronger girls, the ones who would be faithful all their life. However, Ken felt that it would be unfair to let her believe that she meant anything close to Ursula, because it could end a friendship between the two women. Maria was at the level of sexual discovery, and that was the tack Ken chose for that first time.

“Ken, I love you so much…”. Ken could not answer because he felt betraying Ursula. Maria knew, but the women had been discussing it, and they had agreed to share him. Yet, Maria could feel the tension. So she decided to ask him for the shave as a lead-on to better things.

“I have no equipment with me” answered Ken.

“I do, my dream boy, and I want you to enjoy doing this, to let go all you have there…” she grabbed his erect member. “Mmmmm… I love that part of you., but better in me than here.”

She turned around, grabbed some things from the drawer of the night table, “let me prepare you first!” she declared slipping a condom on his aching member.

“Come on, Ken, here is the razor and all the other things, shave me, please.”

There was no question that Maria’s inhibitions had left her and that she was thinking sex, and had been for quite some time. It likely could be attributed to Ursula’s friendship and to the conversations they both had before. It took a long while till she was in readiness for that extensive service. Still, Ken had taken some time to inspect the closet near the bathroom and found some cream products he knew were particularly stimulating and decided to give Maria a day of torrid sex, a day she would never forget. As she lay on the bed, legs apart, he decided to pleasure her with some vibrating eggs while he was working on other areas.

“Have you had this in your vagina before?”

“No, but I would love to. Just don’t hurt me.”

“Of course not. I’ll use some jell, and it will go in very easy.” 

After that insertion, Ken caressed the entire territory with a very light touch thereby enhancing her sensitivity. The he turned on the vibrations at a low level.

“You have lots of hair again, and since you will enjoy that experience a lot, I want to put a latex gag on you so that you can scream at your heart’s content without alerting your grandmother. Is that ok?”

“Of course it is. How shall I tell you if it hurts?”

“You can make some sounds, something like a fire engine. So I shall know.”

After installing the gag, he bound her arms with two straps tied to the bars of the bed. She was stretched, naked, vulnerable and loving it. Ken could not decide on nipple clips, but got a pair just in case. He also found a clitoris clip, very effective.

“I love giving you beauty, Maria, you are going to become super attractive.” He encouraged her. She smiled with her eyes, since the gag was filling her mouth.

Just like in the store, he shaved her hair from the periphery to the most sensitive areas of her intimacy. She had developed her sensuality because she responded very well. From time to time, the ben-wa balls provoked orgasmic shudders, so Ken belted her tummy to stretch her pleasure over time and make it more difficult to reach orgasms. He turned the vibrators a bit higher after that. He was driving her crazy and knew it; her head was turning left and right. Her legs became restless. Since he had to focus on her intimate area and shave them clean, he had no choice but to tie her ankles and knees with straps to the bars of the bed. It forced her legs up and apart exposing her crotch and anus wide open. Ken shoved a latex covered pillow under her low back. He could not resist introducing a long and thin vibrating dildo up her anus and clip her nipples after massaging into the breast tissues globs of stimulating cream. Her breasts were not going to hurt, but they would become ultra sensitive for the whole day. Even the slightest pressure from a bra would be sufficient to send Maria into an orgasmic crisis. With nipple clips the situation would soon deteriorate into a total chaos.

He went on with the shaving of the clitoris area, and bared it from everything. That little button was stretching all it was worth, almost lifted off its root system, it had pushed the hood off itself. With his smooth and shiny rubber gloves, by massaging it delicately with that cream also, he could watch it hardening further, burning some. To complete the sexual cross fire going on in her body, he clipped it. Maria had a strong reaction to this new stimulation. Although the clip was gentle, the unrelenting stimulation was intensifying an avalanche of sensations, and shortly thereafter, Ken understood that the threshold contained by the belt tightened around her waist had been broken. She was penetrating into an area of stimulation where libido, sexuality and sensuality are one and the same, where restraints are gone, and everything falls into free space.

For good measure, he used sensitizing cream on all the clean-shaven territory and let it penetrate it deeply into the tissues. He then continued shaving the pubic lips all the way down to her anus. All that time the anal dildo and the balls were vibrating and love juice was pouring out in spite of them. Maria was out of herself, moaning, pushing her abdominal muscles against the wide belt and at the same time squeezing all she could against the live presence of the vibrating eggs. Ken proceeded to massage her vaginal orifice and the entire crack with the stimulating cream. He took off the anal vibrator, massaged her anus too, and put it back in. Then he took off the balls and replaced them with a special vibrating vaginal dildo with long soft rubber knobs, not unlike a rubber porcupine. Not once did she make the sound of a siren to stop him. She must have been in nirvana. That dildo was designed to keep the stimulation at peak for hours on end.

Looking around he found a thick latex crotch piece with two Velcro waist straps that would press all that gear tightly inside. He wrapped Maria with this. He undid her legs and tightened the ankles and knees together causing more crotch pressure yet. She was going insane, rocked by wave upon wave of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. There was no end to it, and she was out of control. Ken undid her arms tied the wrists to a strap that he passed under her back, very loosely. Her hands were free but could not meet.

Her breasts were swollen, her nipples raw, her mound and sex were pushing and pulsating through the latex crotch supporting briefs; her back was arched desperately as if wanting to be free from the wide belt holding it tight and from the unceasing vibrations that kept contractions coming non stop. When Ken estimated Maria to be on the verge of exhaustion, he undid her gag, and slipped his long swollen penis still in the condom into her begging mouth. She sucked on it with all the frenzy of unfulfillment and over stimulation. After a while, Ken withdrew. Maria was gagging with wantonness. But it was not to be the end. Ken placed the inflatable rubber gag back in and slipped a mask over her head and a posture collar to restrict her head movements. 

He suddenly undid the waist belt all at once. Maria’s contractions had nothing to work against any longer and she exploded until she fainted. Ken quietly lifted her legs upwards so that her blood would return to her head, and soon she was moaning again, her body now one massive blob of over stimulated sex pulp. After a while, he undid the crotch briefs, pulled out the dildos, but left the clitoris clip on. He took off the nipple clips as well. He slid Maria in the bed, covered her with talcum powder, gently caressing her with his warm hands till satisfied, covered her with the latex bedding. She was in a never-never land of sex and orgasms that could not be stopped or controlled.

“Enjoy, Maria, enjoy! Fly as high as you can.! I want you to be there, it’s good for you, rubber is good for you, you need all the rubber you can get.” 

It was ten thirty, and he was starving. He quickly cleaned up everything, dressed, and silently left the room and a moaning incoherent Maria, in search for the kitchen. On the ground floor, he heard some noise and tip toed to the room where it came from. There, through the slightly open door, he saw Ursula caring for the grandmother. She was so good with her. In fact, she was encouraging her in her pelvic routine exercises, and the older lady was experiencing a lot of pleasure. “You are making me younger every day. I even feel very naughty, and I love it. I want to stay that way all the time.” They would laugh together.

“Well, it’s time for you to rest a while here while I clean up the kitchen. Feel free to play with yourself, it is very healthy at your age. Look at it as a form of mental expansion.  Here are the latex gloves and the controls for the dildo. If you leak a bit, there is no harm done. I love you.” Ursula gave her a kiss and turned toward the door. Ken saw her in the corridor. They walked toward the kitchen. Ursula was all excited.

She whispered, “She almost controlled herself totally last night. You can’t imagine what it represents for her. Where is Maria?” 

“Recovering from a pubic shave.” Ken answered.

“Naughty, naughty!” Ursula teased. Maria had told her about her plan, of course. “Come and have something to eat.”

“I thought food was a part of history in this place.” Ken commented in a low voice.

“The grandmother is ok for the next hour. She will be pleasuring herself and sleeping also. Then comes her walk and lunch time. After that she has a nap with more rubber pleasures. You can’t imagine how much better she is. In February, I had to walk her with the wheel chair most of the time. She was totally incontinent and she had such a poor image of herself. Now she is strong enough to walk by herself with one cane in the house, two outside. I bet that in two months she will only need one cane.”

“How did you do that?”

“Well, I have changed all her diet for one, and I have her on a sexual pleasuring program that I intensify continuously with everything I know of, latex being foundational. She is addicted to it now, and I shall keep at it until she will never remember anything else. I have also plenty of exercises for her and her muscles are building up again. I give her massages. She is continent now except during the night. I gave her colon irrigations every day in the beginning. You can’t believe how bad she was. Now, she gets them three times a week, but I use some herbal formulas that build her up, and her libido also. I am even rebuilding her breasts tissues through massages with stimulating creams and gentle nipple clips, imagine. Also I use a vacuum pump on her breasts to facilitate the blood circulation. I promised her a trip when she will be able to walk on one cane. We will go to Borkum Island for two weeks.”

“When she is visited by her children, how does she dress?”

“She hates these visits because she has to dress in normal clothes. So far so good. She has not spoken about her latex preference, and her children stay here for two hours at the most. They see she is well taken care of and happier than before, and that’s all they want. I am training Maria to care for her also, because in the long run I can see her marrying and living here too, while I will have to move on. By September, I want her to have a party for her entire family.”

Coffee, toasts, eggs and potato hash were tasting delicious.

“Maria will remain a sex basket case for the rest of the day.” Ken commented between two bites.

“That’s good; she needed to expand her horizons in this area. I did not have much time with all I have to do around here. Come and help me with the wash that’s hanging out.”

They filled three heavy baskets with dry latex garments which they dumped into a an old industrial size drying tumbler that could have been heated with gas. The only thing working was the drier. Ursula loaded it full and turned on the motor switch that was mounted on the wall. As the clothes were tossed around, she opened a small trap door on the front, and poured a lot of talcum powder. Soon after one could hear how much smoother the clothes were going about. 

“This machine saves me hours every week for all the clothes are evenly powdered inside and out. I leave them in there for ten minutes. After that, I check them and if they are not ok, I put more powder and another five minutes. You have no idea the amount of wash we have here, even with rubber stuff.”

The weather was changing, a cloud cover promised a storm for the late afternoon.

“You ought to check on Maria, because you might want to improve on what I have done.” Ken suggested. Ursula laughed.

“Wait until I get you fixed; I promised her a lesson of male anatomy this week-end, so don’t disappoint me.” She winked at Ken a very saucy look.

“She got a latex taste of it, and would still be eating me if I had let her do.” Ken replied.

“I can see that you have started educating her well. Let me go!”

Ken cleaned up the kitchen table, got the dishes in the washer, and slipping on rubber household gloves and tying a comprehensive rubber apron, started emptying the tumbler and folding the clothes one by one. He was half way done when Ursula joined him. 

“You have done a professional job, my friend. She was sleeping, but from time to time she had orgasmic convulsions. I found the clitoris clip and left it. I placed a new set of nipple clips. They hold through a vacuum process. The stimulation is slow but sure. She will go wild in a couple of hours. I also put a new set of dildos in her ass and love hole. They vibrate independently from time to time with varied intensity and length of time, usually never long enough to have a good cum. But with the nipple and clitoris clips it will be sufficient. I have deflated the gag some; it will be more comfortable. She will be starving at suppertime, and I will have her eat with us downstairs. After that, you two will go for a ride on the horses. She will be interesting to watch, trust me. With a little wine you two will have a good time.”

Ursula went to dress Maria’s grandmother and moments later both women came to the parlor where she introduced Ken to the elderly lady. She was dressed in a dignified dark green latex dress with white cuffs and collar. She was not aware of it because Ken too was dressed in his latex jeans. It was clear that Ursula had ordered a long rubber corset for her, with all the crotch attachments, and garters, holding black latex stockings. That foundation helped her greatly. She was wearing it under the dress. It supported her breasts of which the dress made the most. She was indeed very beautiful, very dignified. She still had an abundance of white hair tastefully pinned together, and her jewelry was classy. 

She put on a long latex raincoat, grabbed her canes and they walked through the veranda’s glass door to the flower garden. After a few comments on the beauty of the day, she said, “How nice of you to come and visit us. We do not see visitors very often.”

“All the pleasure is mine” replied Ken. “May I take your arm?”

“Of course, you may. Ursula, take that cane for me. I like it better that way, you know. Young men are not absent from my thoughts, you know?” She laughed at her remark and winked at Ken. “Old ladies like me are useless these days.”

“I don’t’ think so for one moment, Madam.”

“Listen to this, Ursula! My compliment to you for your friend!”

“Thank you.”

Lunch was simple with soup, fish and fruit. Her conversation was interesting and her mind amazingly alert. She was a little hard of hearing; aside from this and her cane, that lady could have gone anywhere. She truly behaved like old nobility. The table was set for a king with silverware, cloth napkins. There was a tool for everything to eat and serve. It inspired the very best manners. Fresh flowers made the room so cheerful. They exchanged information about history and music. She was so pleased to see Ken’s interest in German culture. After a while Ken lost track of all the families she was mentioning but be it as it may, everyone had a good time. 

After lunch she wanted Ken to see her green house, which they did. She even watered some plants with the hose, and splashed herself. When she realized that it was latex she looked at Ken and burst into laughter. “This is made for this kind of work.” They slowly went to visit a couple of older state rooms, left intact, but unused. Then Ursula joined them and led her back to her room for a nap. Ken observed the whole thing through the slightly opened door. 

Ursula took the dress off but not the corset. She helped her lay back on the bed, all in latex, of course, made her comfortable. She explained once more how to activate the vibrator, covered her with the bedspread, attached the corners to the footboard so that she could not pull it over her and choke. She looked serene, comfortable, ready to play with herself and relax. She did not need anything else.

Ursula left and found Ken in the kitchen. “I usually give her a mild sleeping pill to relax and rest comfortably. She will play with herself for a while and then drift to sleep. When she wakes up, she will continue to play with herself until she wants to get up, around four o’clock. Then we go for a walk or a wheel chair ride even if the weather is not good. We go rain or shine. With all that rubber, no problem.”

“How do you keep her rubber bed warm? After all with her age, she is more sensitive to cold, is she not?”

“No problem. I have an electric mattress pad that keeps the bed just warm until she goes to bed; the I turn it off or put it on “low” depending on the days’ temperature and humidity.”

They went back to check on Maria. She was in trances now and did not hear us. She was so high that nothing more could be done to improve on it.

“At four o’clock we will give her something to drink and bring her down from the sky”.

“I don’t know if you will be able to, because I have massaged her vitals with that cream.” Ursula looked at me.

“You mean her breasts, her crotch…?”

“Yes, her thighs, wherever I shaved.”

Ursula looked up to the ceiling.

“I need time to think, because she is triggered for quite some time now. Normally it’s a cream for just a little area. It goes into the system and arouses the person. But you have drugged her with it.”

“She must be in heaven.”

“She sure is, but it will last a long time.”

She went back and attempted to give Maria some water with a straw with some success. But Maria was not aware of her condition; she was just flying on and on. Her pelvis was contracting at regular intervals. Ken touched her breasts and her reaction was instant and strong.

“I’ll keep her hydrated. For the moment that’s all we can do.”

“Will you keep the clips and the mask?”

“They do no harm. I’ll take off the clit’s. The dildos can be stopped though. But I shall leave them in as a support for her contractions.”

Ursula picked up some more comfortable and suitable clothes for a walk, and changed from her nurse’s uniform. They went back downstairs. They had a while together by themselves now and they were going to enjoy it immensely. It was like before. They had found each other again. There was a guest room on the same floor as the grand mother’s but at the opposite end. That’s where they went for their “nap”. It was a sweet time of simple and relaxing love with gentle sexual stimulation and fulfillment, just quiet and peaceful.

“Esther!” Ken said. She did not even move.

“You mean Ursula, Ken. Esther has died a while ago. She has a tombstone!”

“OK! In your previous life I was told you were an outstanding nurse. How did you care for all your patients? It was told that the rate of recovery of your patients was outstanding.”

She turned away from him without answering. All of a sudden he understood how she did it.

“You are the only survivor, I hope” she said with anxious eyes.

“Yes, I am, and will be.” Ken answered.

She threw herself into his arms licking his face.

“I could eat you, lick your skin off so much I love you…. Is it true you are going to stay another year in Germany?” she asked.

“Yes. I decided that a while ago.” Ken answered. “…all of that because of a woman…” he paused.

After a long silence, she kicked him, “How long are you going to make me wait?”

“Wait for what?” Ken asked imperturbably.

“Who is she?” Ursula almost roared.

“Oh… it does not matter now, because she died a while ago. But I preferred to stay on anyway.” Ken answered.

“How did she die?” Ursula asked visibly perturbed. 

“Well… she died. What can I say! She is buried with a tombstone for her.” Ken replied.

“That’s different… Now people want to be cremated.”

“That was not possible in her case.” Ken went on.

“Why not? Anyone dead can be incinerated.” Ursula replied.

“Not in her case. It was a very different death.” Ken pursued. Ursula was nonplused.

“So you stayed because of her, and now she is dead. Don’t you feel a sense of loss, of bereavement? What are you going to do with your life now?” Ursula was getting impatient.

Ken did not reply. That frustrated her.

All of a sudden her brains kicked in. She sat on the bed, half laying on top of him. 

“Ken, are you talking about me?” He looked at her without a change of expression. “Is it, Ken, is it? Answer me! Answer me, please!” Tears were welling up in her eyes. She knew.

“Let’s go for a walk, Ursula, shall we?” She was moved to the depth of her soul.

“Let me quickly check on the von Luebecks before they choke in rubber.” She said.

She came back. “All is fine in the trenches.”

The sun was hiding behind rain clouds, and the temperature was ideal for a walk all dressed in rubber. The North Sea winds had picked up, and it turned cool and damp. They slipped their boots on and walked along the drainage trench hand in hand without a word. Their hearts were swelling up with love and gratefulness.

“Were you teasing me when you said you stayed another year for me?” Ursula needed the reinforcement.

“Why should I lie to you?”

“We have not seen each other in so long, Ken, that I don’t know where you are, I am not sure where I am either.”

“It’s a shame, but your safety comes first here.”

“I know that, trust me.” Ursula was momentarily depressed.

They walked a bit further.

“Are they paying you here?”

“Yes, they are.”

“In cash?”

“Yes, of course. In cases like this everyone does.”

The first raindrops plopped on their rubber clothes but neither paid any attention to them. A moment later they both put their hoods on as if it had been the closing of a window. Mud was sticking to their boots, but they did not even notice. Suddenly, she stepped across his path and faced him. She stood there without a move. Ken stopped dead in his tracks. In the same second she hung her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips. A long long kiss, a kiss of pure love, a kiss of despair too, of uncertainty, a kiss of fear, a begging kiss, a save-me kiss. They walked a little further.

“How long until they find out what you are doing with her grandmother? Somebody might strongly object, you know. “

“I don’t care, Ken. She is still the one to decide what she wants and how she will be cared for. What the others have brought here so far was so bad that it is they who should be sued for neglect.”

It was raining, and their rubber garments shined in all that wetness. Par for the course. In ten minutes or so they would be back, on time to take care of Maria and her grandma.

“Do you think I can sleep here tonight?”

“I don’t see why not. I shall ask Mrs. von Luebeck. She will say yes and forget about it the next day. That’s an advantage with older people, they don’t remember. But that will cover me.”

“In your bed?”

“That goes without asking.” She replied with a horny smile. ”You fixed Maria so well that she won’t have an opportunity for jealousy. The bed is large enough for all three of us. She will sleep anyway.”

Ken had not counted with this, but he let it go.

“Does Brigitte expect you back, or a message?”

“Actually she does not, because I just informed her that I might not come back tonight.” Ursula breathed with relief. “What concert or play do you have here we could watch tonight?” Ken went on.

“Maria has brought a few interesting things.  Well, let’s go back.”

They checked on Maria who was still in trances of delight, and went down to the room of Mrs. von Luebeck senior. She was just waking up, all happy and cozy in her rubber sheets.

“If it was not that early, I might love to spend the night here.” She exclaimed.

“Let us take a walk before supper, shall we?” Ursula replied.

Through the open window, she could smell the fresh rain and noticed how it was pelting the trees. “Once more, with your genius kind of clothes, we have nothing stopping us, do we.”

“No, indeed.! Would you mind if the young friend who was with us at lunch would accompany us?”

“Not at all. I would enjoy that very much.”

Dinner was followed by a TV concert of classics, following which Maria’s grand mother went to bed totally satisfied and relaxed. She had been showered, dried, covered with talcum powder before the necessary underwear were fixed on her and the long latex nightgown poured over her. Then she went into her comfortable rubber bed. Ursula prepared her remedies, her minerals and a mild soporific, following which her patient fell asleep within minutes in perfect peace.

“Let’s check on Maria now, shall we?” Ursula suggested. They went upstairs in the bedroom. Maria was still moaning and Ken sat on the bed, zipped off the mask, took off the gag, got closer to her, rubbed her hair that were slightly sweaty.

“Maria, my dear Maria… can I help you get up?”

She moaned lazily, turned slightly and muttered, “all I want is sex… and more sex, …when are you… coming to bed?” She relaxed, opened her legs and tried to say something, but it was not understandable.

“Let me get some coffee” muttered Ursula.

Ken was looking at Maria. She functioned on two levels, the sex level and the energy level. She was beyond exhaustion, but her sexual drives had never been higher and more demanding. That represented a conflict of interests of a new nature, which Ursula could perhaps resolve.

Ursula came back with some coffee and chocolate cookies. She also had a coke. It took quite an effort to sit up Maria. Finally they made her understand that she should drink. The first sip of coffee went in followed by a second and a third. Then the coke. Her body was so sensitive that they could hardly touch her without causing either pain or an orgasmic response. She got energy from the sugar and from the cookies which she finally started to chew on. After half-an-hour they prepared her to walk downstairs and share the evening. They needed to assist her balance that was none too good. She looked like drunk, but was keenly aware of everything. Laid on the sofa. Ken rubbed her feet and calves during the show while Ursula gave her lots of liquids. All Maria had on was her translucent nightgown and a peignoir of the same material. They had taken dildos and clips off, anything that would keep her stimulated. Maria was very tired and drained. 

Chapter 2 - A Conflict of Interest?

It could not be expected that Maria would know the depth of the relationship between Ken and Ursula, nor is it possible that she could have entered into the affinities they had for one another. All three in one bed did not look like the best idea after all. How could emotions, hopes, expectations be managed in that manner? These questions and more were on Ken’s mind as he and Ursula were helping Maria out of her torpor. 
After running out of ideas on how to bring her back to her normal self that evening, Ursula saw that nature would take its own time. So she kept Maria drinking a lot to flush her system. 

“May I see you for a moment?” Ken whispered to Ursula. She left Maria who was trying to concentrate on a little TV show. The pair went behind the door.

“Listen here” said Ken; “Brigitte would go at her with enemas. Have you given her some already?”

For some reason the topic had not come between them yet, and Ursula agreed that it would be a good thing to try. Still, she felt the idea of Maria being far out came at a convenient time.

“You know what, Ken, right tonight, I want to be with you so bad, you can’t imagine, and I’d rather have her go to sleep most of the night. Tomorrow, if she is in that condition, we both will talk her into it. How is that?”

“One last caution. Have you read the side effects of overuse of that product?”

“Yes, I have, and she is reacting just like they say. It will take time and lots of liquids. Right now I don’t need to give her anything else but water.”

“So, you get her in bed, and I wait for you here. How and where are you going to go with her?”

“Oh, I can’t do it alone. You will have to help me, Ken. Please. Besides we shall be done a lot sooner.”

“OK, that’s a plan!” They both went back and sat with Maria for a few more minutes. They saw her doze off and on. 

“It’s time to go to bed, Maria, do you agree?”

“…oh yes, I am exhausted.” They both took her under the arms and dragged her upstairs to the bathroom. Ursula prepared her for the night. First, she powdered her with talcum.

“Wow! Maria, you look very attractive!” Maria smiled proudly. Ursula put on her a kind of chastity belt with a very soft and long vaginal insert; after that she laced a corset, not too tight that had balcony support for her breasts almost up to her nipples. Then, she slipped a nightgown in light blue latex with puffed sleeves and lace, and put on her a matching bonnet that contained all her hair. The bonnet had some kind of chinstrap that kept it on during sleep. Comfortable, she brought her to her warm waterbed covered with a latex fitted sheet. 

“The water temperature is just as you like, Maria. Just close your eyes and let go.” They both kissed her when she was snug under the latex cased bedspread, a cover of red black and white latex, just beautiful.

“… Ken… Ken…!” Maria called.

“What is it?”

“….I … I ….” She was falling asleep. “I … want … to have… s…” she was gone. Ken caressed her bonnet and kissed her again. His hand sought her breasts and discovered her nipples to be real hard.

“What is going on, Ursula?”

“Oh, that’s what happens with the chastity belt. It’s normal.”

“What will you do if she comes in your bed tonight?”

“Maria?”

“Who else?” Ken smiled.

Ursula thought for a moment. “First, I don’t think she will. Second, we are going to receive her like a queen and give her all the enjoyment she has been hoping for.” Ursula turned to the food left on the coffee table, stuffed her mouth and brought the leftovers to the kitchen. 

“Ken, let’s go to bed, I need to touch you all over, and not a little. I can’t wait another second.”

They went to her room, and followed their most basic and animal instincts with such deference to the other that their lovemaking could not be anything else than a total joy. They knew each other and their special preferences so well, that the whole thing went like on a wet pool slide. Ursula’s latex addiction remains without parallel and she never tires. We refer the reader to S 7 among other descriptions of their intimate relationship.

“Ken, I told you I have promised a male anatomy lesson to Maria this week-end. So you will have to oblige for an hour. Will you?”

“Do I have a choice”?

“In fact, you don’t” replied Ursula firmly. “By morning, I shall have no choice but to tie you, put you in total submission, and allow Maria to work and play with you. This means that I have one single load out of you, and it better be the biggest and the best. So, allow me to give you a couple of pills to renew your organs faster.’

She was handing the pills and water to Ken. Ken hesitated. “How do I know it is a safe drug?”

“It is not a drug, it is a compound of natural ingredients for helping men with sex.”

Against his better judgment, Ken took the pills and drank the water. He felt strange, used.. “Ursula, … am I in … sex trouble now?”

“You bet you are, my friend. However, nothing you cannot handle… I hope.” She laughed. “I have never tried them on a man. All I know is that the woman’s kind is just wild, and here they are.” She popped them in her mouth and drank the water.

“Now we are going to make the sexiest couple in the country.” She laughed at Ken’s expression. “All of it is legal, over the counter stuff, or mail order. Don’t be afraid, my treasure, we just will be wilder than we have ever been, that’s all. Tomorrow, I have another pill to replenish our juices and for our headaches. Weird! Right?”

“While you are being incubated with orgasms, don’t you think that a last check on the von Luebecks would be right?”

“Well, they are ok, but I shall do so, just for good measure.”

The grandmother was sleeping solid and Maria was still moaning away with small orgasmic convulsions from time to time. Ursula felt her juices leak along her legs, and decided that her time had come. They sunk in Ursula’s rubber bed, and their hands searched each other as the stimulation formula took effect. Ken felt like a huge penis, Ursula like a monstrous vagina. They both felt that their only reason to live was sex, and loved it, of course. Thinking was so far gone that only breathing and moans could be heard.

Chapter 3 - The Snake Wiggles

The internal phone rang, which meant that Ursula’s duties were beginning. 

“Let me get up with you and I shall go to the bakery and get some fresh bread for us all.”

“It’s not necessary, Ken, but if you want to that would be really nice.” She quickly went to check on Maria who also was waking up. Maria was “sexed out”. More orgasms were not possible, at least for now. She felt better and decided to take it slow. Ken followed Ursula to Maria’s room a couple of minutes later and gave her a couple of tender kisses which brought a happy smile on her face.

All dressed up in his latex jeans and sweater – the morning was still cool – Ken zipped on his rubber rain suit and pedaled his moped to the gate. It was about eight in the morning. Like the day before, the fields’ humidity covered nature with a layer of mist that the sun would burn around ten or eleven. As Ken was nearing the village, he saw a wine red BMW parked just by the corner restaurant on the main square. He stopped abruptly. Something was telling him of danger. It took him a few seconds to recognize Mr. Schulz’s car, the owner of the latex adult shop in Altona. In fact, he was having breakfast with his niece on the terrace, even in that cool temperature. Ken could see him.  He got off his moped, left it in a bush, and noticed a tool shed with a door ajar on a side dirt lane. He went in there to think for a moment. ‘How in the world could Mr. Schulz know I am here, how could he know? Brigitte does not know. The village is not that much of a tourist place.’ Ken’s mind was racing at two hundred miles per hour. He tried to calm himself down as he muttered to himself: “Mr. Schulz left the store last night not before nine PM at least. He must have had a way to find me out in this neighborhood; he rose up early this AM, with his niece, he has arrived in this village, one of many he could be at. The coincidence is too much.’

Ken remembered that the last garment he had received from Mr. Schulz were his jeans. He quickly zipped his protective suit open, took it off, took his jeans off and began to inspect the waste and all the seams. He vaguely remembered of a strange little bump on the waste; he had wondered what it was, it was small, and he felt it must have been just a forgotten bubble in the gluing process. As he checked the garment carefully, he found that hard spot once more. It was hard. With his pocketknife he cut a small slice, and extracted an electronic chip. His heart began to race as he measured in his mind the size of such indiscretion. Still Ken had to decide what to do right now.

He checked the garment for another little bulge and found one in the seam of one of the pockets. Seconds later, another chip came out. A few minutes later Ken was satisfied that the jeans had been debugged and his suit as well. He left the chips in the shed, dressed again, and cautiously walked out to observe Mr. Schulz. He was being served, but he was showing his niece a black box with an antenna. There was no doubt that he could know and see through the GPS where the chips were, and the chips meant Ken.

Ken knew that Brigitte had alerted them and that they were after Esther, alias Ursula. 

Ken began to think on how he could loose these chips. There was the canal nearby. It was too easy and they would linger around knowing he was in the area. It was then that eight bikers parked their motorcycles just twenty yards from him, and they went to eat breakfast outside on the terrace of the restaurant as well. Ken decided that if he could glue the chips on the bikes, he could confuse Mr. Schulz’s scheme. He remembered that he had some electrical tape in his rucksack, and, going back to the tool shed he prepared the  “stick on” he needed. Just at that moment, a bus double-parked the bikes, hiding him from the direct view of the restaurant terrace. He took that moment to discretely dispose of the chips by sticking them under two bike’s rear saddles out of direct view. 

Then he went back to the shed to calm his nerves for a few minutes and decided to walk to the bakery located one hundred yards from the church, far enough from the restaurant and buy what he was here for. He followed the dirt path and cut across to the main street. On the way Ken’s mind was screaming with anger. He had to stop several times, hit a pole, a wall or something to neutralize his energies. He could have killed Mr. Schulz, Brigitte, Gudrun, the whole gang. He was not ready yet to try tracing all the places he had worn these rubber jeans, but he knew that  Brigitte had been in the plot now because her attitude had changed in the last couple of weeks; she could not be trusted. He took a couple of deep breaths before entering the store to buy the bread a cake and some goodies for the ladies. As he walked back to the tool shed, he noticed his legs were trembling. Motorcycle engines brought him to reality. He just had time to see them go. He also saw Mr. Schulz becoming restless a couple of minutes later. He paid the waiter, and with his niece got in the car and went in the direction the bikes had left leaving tire marks on the asphalt.

Ken started his engine and went in the other direction back to the mansion. His face was white with anger. That day had not started well, and he was in a conflict, whether to tell Ursula, or keep the secret.  Ken could see how Mr. Schulz would schmooze these bikers into his store, and how Gudrun would smile them into action. They would buy tons of leather and rubber, give Gudrun a ball on their bikes. Eventually they would find the chips. It still remained that during the night, Mr. Schulz had seen the positioning to be stable, and he would soon find out that the bikers did not sleep in that village. It would mean that on week-ends, Ursula should stay out of sight, and Maria should take over the driving for a while.

Ken had a friend at school, an electronic nerd. He decided that he would visit him and ask him how to find bugs on a car, in a house, etc. He might even bring him to the von Luebeck’s house. Why not?

He parked his moped behind the house, stayed in the backyard for a while, trying to make a wise plan, but he was so nervous, so restless. He pulled out a note book and tried to remember all the places he had worn his jeans. There were not too many, because he had received them a few months ago, and they had stayed pretty much at home, but for a couple of times. He had not used them with Brunhilde von Seeberg, so this house was out of suspicion, although after the Christmas present he had given her it would not be hard for that gang to find her out. Then there was Karina. He had worn them twice, but they met along the Elbe river at a little breakfast restaurant, at less than one kilometer from his landlady’s. That too would not awake suspicion, that is if Karina was honest. Ken found himself suspecting everyone and almost came to the decision of going back to the US after all.

He could not bring himself to leave Ursula like that however. How could Ursula be kept safe without feeling the eye of her enemies behind every tree, every door? Preoccupied, he walked in the kitchen.

“It took you a while, did it not?” remarked Maria.

“I apologize”, said Ken humbly, “I was enjoying the backyard and did not see the time passing by. Here is the bag of baked goods.”

Ooohs and Aaahs greeted the selections that were now served on the breakfast table. It was going to be a little celebration. Ken decided to sit a smile on his face and keep it there for the day.

After breakfast he went to the bathroom to shower and check all his clothes, all he might have with him at the store. He still had to check the bike, but he decided to ask the school to rent another one for him. One can never be too sure. He would coincide that on the day of his move. After coming back downstairs, he asked questions to Maria how was the landscape beyond the village. She offered him to ride the horses with her. Ken did not want to disturb, but Maria said “They have only eaten yesterday, and this is very bad. They must be mounted as often as possible. Let’s go there.” 

“Do you have some riding clothes here?”

“Oh yes, we do” laughed Maria, “you can take Ursula’s, you are the same size, just about.” She laughed herself sick. “She has special underwear too… but you could not wear that, of course…” Maria was in tears, and Ken joined the mirth. He understood that with rubber inserts, riding a horse became quite a fucking session.

“Does your horse mind if I ride her cow-boy style?”

“You will have to ask her!” and she laughed again.

Ken and Maria stumbled upstairs, and Maria prepared for him some riding garments of Ursula. Ken had to keep his jeans on, because the riding pants were too narrow. However the latex blouse and the jacket, the helmet too were just fine.

“Do you want a latex waist cincher, or a small corset ? It helps your back, you know.” Maria was melting with giggles.

“Oh yes” chanced Ken, “you lace it on me.”

“But the corset is for girls, it will give you breasts”; Maria rolled on the bed; she could not imagine it.

But Ken would have rather look like a girl in these circumstances, and he played the game. Maria could not believe her ears, and she played the game too, stuffing the breasts with socks. She laced the corset firmly helped him with putting on the rest of his clothes. But for his hair, he looked like a young woman. However, short hair is fashionable, and with the riding helmet, there was little chance he would be taken for a man.

“Do you have an extra pair of sunglasses, by any chance?” asked Ken.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I do. You will need some girl’s jewelry too.”

Maria put on his finger a couple of rings, a bracelet too.

“Now you look presentable. Let’s go to the stables”

 Ken was happy because he had not been on horses in over a year, and that was going to be fun. 

“What’s that sack for?” he asked.

“Oh, that is a surprise.” answered Maria with a wink.

The horses were waiting, impatient, they needed running, and as soon as they were left in the small coral, they jumped, ran, and stretched their muscles until they were calm again. Maria patted them, talked to them and slowly slid the bit and the reins to both of them.

“Help me with the saddles, will you?”

In no time the two were riding away along the fields. At the village they crossed the street, took a riding path and went further in the area Ken had mentioned. Maria was familiar with all that territory all the way to Travemuende, about 10 km further west. They decided to ride all the way to the beach, north of the city, a small fishing village. Maria had some friends there, and she felt it would be a personal enhancement probably to introduce her friend Ken.

At times the horses galloped, or trotted. After that Maria kept them walking so that they would not exhaust themselves and become all sweaty. During these walks, side by side Ken and Maria had conversations, got to know each other better. Ken learnt that the von Luebeck family was several centuries old, and they used to own considerable territories and manage them. Of these few large domains remained, because they were all split between the children. Also, the Third Reich had expropriated large pieces, the better ones for the leader’s families, and their henchmen’s. They had built their country homes, and now restitutions were no more in the cards since the original owners had died. The family was hoping for some compensation at such time the government got around to it. It was political.

In spite of all that, the families had considerable operations, resort hotels, factories, and specialized financial institutions. Generation after generation had aimed at higher education, and that kept the family in control of their assets. Not all descendents could succeed in the best schools, but there was enough wisdom in them all to bring into the family, through good marriages, talents and assets. Ken was impressed; he had heard of things like that, but then he realized that he was right there on the horses of such a family. Maria had traveled. She vacationed at the Riviera every year where the family owned several houses and met there. They also had properties in Spain, in the island of Madera. Money was no object. The more she talked, the more Ken became amazed at the worth of the relationship he was in and of the good choice he had made to remain another year in Hamburg.

He let her talk for a long time, and before they realized it, the horses were on the beach, a huge beach with nobody in sight. They got off their horses to walk some, and left the animals to themselves, to feed on the dunes’ vegetation. Maria took the sack that had the large rubber bag and spread it on the sand. Then she began to undress. There was a slight breeze from the sea, a cool breeze. Down to her underwear, she slid in the black rubber bag, warm from the sunlight.

“Come in with me” she invited Ken as she threw on her clothes-pile her bra and briefs. The temptation was strong, and Ken’s masculinity knew of a surge of energy in spite of all the efforts of the previous night. He followed her into the bag, and their bodies naturally entwined in passionate desire. She did not wait to have him enter her, and although it was her second experience with a man, Ken could see how experienced she was, certainly due to the schooling of Ursula and her myriads of vaginal vibrators and attachments. Maria had learnt how to ride the edge of the orgasmic wave and to yield only at the very last moment into a frantic, overpowering orgasm. She had been that way for over twenty-four hours anyway, and, were it not for the long horse ride, she probably would have gone on in her bed for some more. So, this moment was only a return to what she had discovered she liked best with Ken here, and she was not going to be shortchanged. The smell of the rubber bag in the sunlight was intoxicating; mixed to their sweat and juices, their libido went frantic. They were free there, alone in the world, and she was not going to hesitate giving it her all. 

“I am on the pill, Ken, don’t worry. I had been hoping for that moment for months. Thank you, Ken, thank you for giving yourself to me… I don’t know how I am going to live now without you, but I don’t care. Now you are here, and I know I am wanted.”

Ken could see the little girl screaming for a protector, for an owner in a sense. She was cute, she had a cute body, all the right curves. In three years, the fully-grown woman would be a fabulous sight. Satiated, they dressed again, rolled the bag, and walked some more hand in hand, without uttering a word. From time to time she would hold him against her, lean her head on his shoulder. Then, they decided to skip the visit and make it for another day. Ken knew he would go with her, for sure. More than that, he also knew she could be a wife for him some day. Maria bore the steadiness of the family with tradition and loyalty. He decided not to go too fast with her; his instinct told him that a slow entry in such circles was better than rushing in. In order to be accepted, he had to get an education and excellence in it; that would be the test.

Getting dressed again gave opportunity for more fun and teasing, especially the transformation of Ken into a woman. Maria was hysterical. Ken was thinking of the memories of these moments should their relationship mature further. On the way back, as they approached their village, Ken asked her to stop. They tied the reins to a branch and went into the woods and there they sat. 

“Maria, I have to tell you something that must remain a secret. If you want to talk about it, call me, but let nobody know. Can you hold a secret?” 

”I am in a family where there are lots of secrets, Ken.” Her face grew serious and Ken could see that confidence was not unknown to her. He told her of what he had experienced that morning. 

When she gave it some thought, they both came to the same conclusion and decided to do nothing about it until more evidence would happen.
“You need to invent a story that will more or less match the chips locations so that your landlady will leave this matter to rest.” Her face enlightened. “I know a farmer nearby who takes care of our horses. I will show you his barn that is borderline to our property, and you can pretend having slept there.”

“Let’s see how that might work”.

As they approached the main road, Ken stopped his horse and called Maria to do the same. One hundred yards away the red BMW was parked, and Mr. Schulz with a pair of binoculars was looking over the countryside, searching for a moped, perhaps.

“Let’s turn around” said Ken. 

When they were out of sight, he checked his jeans once more for electronic chips. He found nothing, he wore no other clothes that could have been bugged, because most of it belonged to Ursula. So, they waited there for a moment.

“Let me go back and find out if he is still there ” offered Maria. Instead of taking her horse, she walked slowly and cautiously toward the highway.

Ken called, “Don’t take any chances!”

She answered with a sign of her hand. Her heart was beating faster, so was Ken’s. Just to keep busy, he gathered the reins of the two horses so as to have them handy in case they had to make a fast retreat. With his fingers, he checked his jeans again, and every latex garment he was wearing. 

He reasoned that it could be that Mr. Schulz would have found the chips glued under the bike’s saddles. In any case, whether he had found them or not, the last sure reading was just in this corner of the territory. Ken could not imagine going to the police with this story because of the type of garments involved. This type of spying on people is strictly forbidden in Germany. That would make front page for sure. No, for Ursula’s sake, he was going to keep a very low profile. He saw Maria coming back.

“He is not far from my grandma’s house, still looking in his binoculars. We have no choice but to wait. I could give a call to Ursula on my cellular, but it would alarm her.”

“It is 5 PM. She has done the afternoon walk with your grandma and now she is cooking dinner, or washing clothes. I don’t think she is expecting us before darkness. Still, I should like to see what Mr. Schulz does and where he goes from there. Is there a way for you to enter the property from the back with both horses?”

“Yes, but one of the horses will be saddled with nobody on it.”

“Right!, it will look stupid… let me check on him first.” 

“Don’t be long, Ken, I don’t want to be scared” begged Maria.

He smiled at her and walked toward the highway. Mr. Schulz was still by his car looking through his binoculars all over the region. Patient, like a cat waiting for his prey, he was not going to forget one little detail. Half an hour later, he looked tired, growing impatient. His niece, Gudrun was coming back with a large bouquet of wild flowers. They talked a few words, and at long last got into the car. Mr. Schulz seemed not to want to leave, just as if he knew he would miss the clue he had been looking for, (he sure would) he started the car and slowly drove on the road, passed in front of the von Luebeck’s property, did not stop, and disappeared in the distance. Ken and Maria needed five minutes on the road with their horses to reach the gate. Ken ran to Maria.

“Let’s go now, he left, but he might come back. We need five minutes to reach the stables.”

They got on their horses, trotted to the road and continued that fast trot alongside. They got into the gate, closed it. Ken turned the large key in the lock that sat high at the gate, intended just for a horseman without dismounting. They trotted fast to the stables. Inside, protected, they hugged. What suspense!

Ken told Maria that he would spy on Brigitte and on Mr. Schulz during the next two weeks, because he wanted to know what was going on. It was decided he would keep Maria informed. So would she. They decided the hours of the day she would keep her cellular open so that Ken could call her if necessary. Ken was still very angry at Brigitte, but he kept it on the side because he still did not have enough evidence.

They cleaned up and were ready just in time for dinner. Ursula was so happy that they had a good time and had been all the way to the beach. She wore a cute rubber French maid ensemble. Maria’s grandma was also dressed in rubber; she wore a white blouse with red accents and a long skirt in black and yellow. She had also a Tyrolian style top to that skirt in dark green with piping accents in red. The design was folkloric, very becoming.  The dinner became a merry time as white wine from the Moselle region accompanied veal cutlets and vegetables. Maria and her grand mother had a little conversation in the parlor later on that was supposed to be secret, but since the elderly lady was a little hard hearing, it was clear that they were talking about Ken, and the overall tone was positive.

In the mean time Ken helped Ursula clear the dishes, and the kitchen. They had a wonderful time together, laughing like they used to. Ken told her of their ride and the beauty of the beach. 

“Did you make love with her?”

“No, she made love with me!”, and they both laughed again, “you trained her well!”

“I am glad that she had this experience, I cannot think of anyone for whom I would feel that way about but you; that does not hurt me, or bother me one bit. I am just glad for her.” That was Ursula’s typical generosity.

“She was more than prepped by you and by me!...”

“True! This week-end she can’t complain that she did not have enough orgasms.” They both laughed. 

“I will have to leave soon, my dear friend.”

“That’s all you do when you are with me.”

“I know!” Ken was silent and sad for a moment. “Look, if Maria has to go, and you are alone, let me know and I shall see if I can come here and assist you, at least keep you company. How would that be?”

“Would Brigitte know about it?”

“Dumm Kopf that I am! I forgot to tell you that I am moving away in two weeks. Anita is coming back from Denver, so I will rent a room in the home of a Ms.von Seeburg.”

“Is she not your German teacher?”

“Right! It is not too far from Brigitte’s. Still, the two women have never met. Brigitte does not know Ms. von Seeberg. If she heard about her, it would have been through the school principal.

“She might hear from her soon because you will still be in the same school as her daughters.”

“True, but not necessarily so. The only other persons knowing about it are you and my science teacher.”

“Still your new address will be in the school records.”

“OK! I will let you know when things are calmer and you can call me. Do you have a cellular phone?”

“Yes, it belongs to Mrs. von Luebecks, but it is for me to use.”

“OK then. Oh! one last thing. Do you think I could use your seamstress for my latex needs? I don’t want to go to Schulz’s again.”

“I’ll drop her a line. Your name will be Friedrich Wagner. This way, there will be no connection.”

“You are smart.”

Dishes and kitchen cleaned up, they joined the other two for a night cap. Then Ursula helped the grand mother to go to bed.

“One thing you must remember, young man,” she said to Ken while looking for her cane, “You are welcome here anytime you want to stay. Our Maria likes you very much, and you can also help Ursula; besides I like your fine company. Don’t wait too long.!”

“Thank you, thank you indeed, I will come back!”

“That’s good, then!”

“Good night, Mrs. von Luebeck.!”

“One more thing,” she looked at him, “Ursula is the best nurse I have ever known. I had no idea that rubber could be so much fun. As for you, use it; if you don’t know what it is, ask her, she will show you. Good bye!”  she stood up and walked out of the room very dignified.

“Good bye, Mrs. von Luebeck !”

Ursula gave Ken a wink. Maria almost exploded with laughter. She walked out of the room holding a handkerchief to her mouth. Ken was nonplused.

An hour later, the sun was setting down behind the horizon, rather late at that time of the year; it was about 9 PM. The traffic back to Hamburg was intense, but with a moped one could pass cars very easily. Ken was on the lookout for a red BMW, because he did not want to find himself face to face with Mr. Schulz.

Back to the apartment, Brigitte was expecting him. It was the family curfew time, and she was glad to see him back.

“I will have some time to help prepare Anita’s bedroom once I have moved my stuff out of there to storage. Would you be willing for me to assist you in any manner?”

Brigitte did not expect that at all. She was caught in her guilt; it was obvious. Ken had decided to show only kindness to her from now on because he knew it would achieve more than anything else.

“I certainly could use the help, Ken, it is very kind of you. Where is the storage place for your stuff, may I ask?” 

“Oh, I secured a place at school, if I don’t find anything else in the mean time.”

Brigitte did not want to pursue further, for she knew she would look intrusive.

“How was your week-end in Travemuende, by the way?”

“I enjoyed the beach so much, and the country side was lovely too.”

“Where did you sleep?’

“I found a farm in the country that had a great barn, and I decided to ask if I could overnight there. It was just the thing for me.”

Brigitte shook her head. “You, young people, are never short of solutions.”

In his room, Ken began to pack his things, checking each one of them, even though he still had two weeks’ time, he felt that in suitcases, under lock, it would be much safer. He would bring them over to Brunhilde von Seeburg tomorrow. Who knows. He would also change the moped two week’s hence, for he felt that it might be bugged too. One thing was sure, the snake would show its head soon again, and precautions were important.

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