© Copyright 2010 - William A. Lemieux - Used by permission
Storycodes: F/mf; M/ffm; D/s; latex; leather; bond; catsuit; vacbed; drug; plaster; mum; cast; tease; torment; toys; cons/reluct; X
Chapter Four Part 10
Jason did not have to wait long before Flora's shiny black face appeared at the door, followed shortly by the rest of her exquisite form. Once free of the hand truck, she strutted awkwardly over to the treadmill at Mandy's prodding. Jason squirmed in embarrassment as Flora's amazed eyes took in his situation. He was acutely conscious of his bald head plainly visible under the layer of clear rubber. Mandy gave a short speech about her excuses for "punishing" them, then began fiddling with equipment.
After securing Flora on the treadmill, she produced a large curved box with a small motor mounted on it. It looks like a turtle being humped by a kitchen mixer, he thought. This was secured directly over his crotch with suction cups and then by straps to the edge of the frame. The suction cups were soft, and cradled his genitals in a gentle but insistent grip. He had a good idea what the device was for.
Mandy plugged a lead into the box, and walked around behind him. A puff of cool air revealed that the plugged hole in the bottom sheet of rubber had been removed. Soon, he grunted in surprise as Mandy's greased finger probed his rectum. The sensation was new to him, but pleasant enough, and he felt himself grow excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame. He had never had anything like this done to him, and was absurdly ashamed that it felt good. Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object was felt. It was soft and pliable, and went right in, plugging his anus firmly. He promptly embarrassed himself by getting an erection.
Mandy claimed that the plug in his rear would sense contractions, and shut off the machine on his crotch. This was not the good news. He was already mortally afraid of what Flora might think of him; having seen him degraded like this. Of course, he already knew what Mandy thought of him. He couldn't understand it, at times she seemed to genuinely love him, yet she forced these perverse and bizarre ordeals upon him. For a moment, he admitted to himself what he had been trying to deny- that everything she had done so far he had found enjoyable. It didn't occur to him that Flora had been going through similar trials for years, and despite today's unusual developments, loved the relationship she had with Mandy.
When Mandy was finished with them, she announced she was leaving. She said she was going out shopping! Jason was horrified. How could she leave them like this? Anything could happen... He began struggling to free himself, but the elastic grip of the silicone was relentless. He couldn't budge. The machine was on now, and to his dismay, he found it was no simple vibrator. With slow, undulating movements, the underside of it pulled and prodded at his crotch with the suction cups, while vibrating like a purring lion. It felt wonderful. This may not be so bad, he thought.
The sight of Flora struggling valiantly in her strange, erotic outfit made him all the more randy, and he found himself thrusting involuntarily at the vibrator that hugged his crotch. Soon, he was close to coming, but before he came, it stopped. Just like that. To say he was disappointed would have been an understatement. He remembered Mandy's lecture about the pressure switch now lodged in his rear. He tried to relax. After a few minutes, perhaps determined by a timer, the little box began again. This time, he determined to hold out until the end, and have done with it. His motionless body betrayed him however, and at the moment of truth, his sphincter contracted, the little box shut down, and Jason growled in frustration.
As he waited for the inevitable, he glanced around. There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of all sorts hanging on hooks around the room. The motion of Flora caught his eye again, and he heard the muted moans of her exertion through his rubber head-mask. She must be going through hell, he thought.
Actually, had he asked her, she would have been hard-pressed to say whether she was in Paradise or Perdition.
Jason jerked in surprised response to the mechanical fiend at his crotch, as it came to life yet again. This is getting annoying, he thought. The sight of Flora's shapely, rubber- covered body had excited him intolerably, and the alien sensation of his own predicament was heightened by the insistent prodding, vibrating massage on his cock and balls.
Soon again he felt on the verge of a climax, when the machine stopped. He called down rubber-muffled curses upon the fiend who had built the infernal device for Mandy. He was panting now with overheated frustration and desire. He wanted Flora, or Mandy, or any handy woman for that matter, in the worst way, and his immobility was driving him nuts. He knew that Mandy would have to be gone a long time, even if she went to the nearest store, which was miles away. The thought of spending the next several hours helpless while enduring alternating states of arousal and frustration infuriated him.
The obscene motions of the massager started up again. He closed his eyes, ignoring Flora's pleading eyes, and tried to think of his job, the street where he lived, anything but kinky sex. For a few minutes he succeeded, but the sensations of his strange imprisonment could not be ignored, his libido soon won out, and he daydreamed instead. He saw Mandy in the latex and leather outfit she had worn at the party, strutting toward him on impossibly high heels, her hips swaying within the skin tight hobble skirt like two piglets wrestling under a blanket.
He shivered with desire for her, and his stiff prick strained at the silicone material that covered him. Once again, the silent switch in his ass detected the squirming, and shut off the vibrating "turtle", denying him the release he desperately needed. He yelled into the tight rubber helmet, his eyes squeezed shut, then opened them and stared wildly around the room, searching for something to hate. All he saw was Flora, still walking, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. As he watched, she straightened even more, arched her legs and back against the metal restraints, and shook all over.
He heard her scream of passion even through her gagged mask and his own layer of thick rubber. She had stopped dead on the treadmill, and hung limply in her harness, right up against the shock prods, jerking and squirming in her rubber sheath. For a moment, he was afraid that some horrible fate had befallen his erstwhile lover. But after a few moments, she grunted, jerked away from the rear of the treadmill, and began walking again. He could not be angry with her, for she was in a worse situation than he was!
This cycle went on for some time, blurring into a haze of maddened, over-heated passion in which neither of them knew nor cared about the time. They each had submerged completely in the overpowering feelings wracking their bodies, and for a time, the light of madness burned in each pair of rubber-bordered eyes.
The next thing Jason felt was a sudden numbness. He realised slowly that the cycle of vibrating massage had ceased. He heard noises faintly through his clear rubber helmet, and opened his eyes.
There was a stranger in the room!
He panicked, wondering what this grinning man in his tweed suit must think of their bizarre entrapment. All the man said was, "Hello," while he casually looked about the room. Flora must have seen him speak, because she shook her head vigorously, and the man looked puzzled for a moment. He walked over to her, examined her clothing and equipment and flipped the switch on her belt. He gave each of them in turn a soft smile, and began speaking softly.
Jason couldn't quite make out what he was saying, because of the silicone helmet covering his head. He caught the words, "Miss Rafool's", "Rescue", and "Master", but the rest was a faint jumble. He shouted into the helmet, trying to get the man to release him, or at least repeat his words more loudly, but the man only smiled at him, and began freeing Flora from her harness and the treadmill. He didn't stop there.
He removed the metal tubing, the cuffs, the gloves, and even the tight rubber corselet, until finally she stood nude, shivering slightly, covered in a shiny film of K-Y jelly and sweat. For the first time since he had arrived at Mandy's home, he saw Flora's body completely nude. Jason had to admire her youthful, athletic body. He stared at her high, firm breasts like a pubescent teenager and watched a rivulet of the slippery fluid trickle down between them, across her belly and into her crotch. Her narrow waist and ample hips showed a few angry red creases, revealing just how severely tight the rubber corset had been. The thought of this lush body, imprisoned in the bizarre rubber outfit excited him even more.
He realised he'd closed his eyes. Seeing her in the flesh was somehow less exciting than she had seemed only minutes ago. Voluptuous as she was, her nude skin seemed strange, almost imperfect, after seeing her only when covered in rubber for the past twenty-four hours. For a few moments, he imagined himself in her place, waste tightly compressed, held rigidly upright by the tightly laced boning of the corset, breasts and clitoris being fondled by tiny fingers of rubber.
He remembered that Mandy had mentioned there were two dildoes in the crotch of the suit, and he longed to know how that felt. What am I thinking? Jason asked himself. Am I turning into a transvestite? To Jason's relatively conservative mind, that thought was still a little repellent. But he suppressed it only with difficulty.
The newcomer smiled at Jason, turned toward the door, and led Flora away. Just like that!
Jason was infuriated, then worried. The guy obviously wasn't here as their rescuer, he'd left Jason still clamped in the firm embrace of his transparent sandwich. Jason shuddered, wondering what the man might intend to do with Flora, what sort of new ordeals he would have to endure because of Mandy's foolhardiness. He wondered if she was still out shopping, oblivious to their fate, or had she fallen prey to the mysterious stranger as well?
For the moment, there was nothing to do but wait, hoping that nothing untoward had happened to his old and new lovers. He read the papers, he knew what sort of criminals existed in the world and, had he been religious, he would have prayed that they were not about to become statistics.
After an interminable wait, with no further sign of the man, he succumbed to extreme fatigue and fell asleep, despite his upright, taut position. When he awoke, it was to the sight of the mysterious stranger, still in his tweed jacket, but without his moustache and beard! Eventuously, Jason noticed that the man was incongruously wearing rubber surgeon's gloves. Going around to Jason's rear, the man gently removed the butt-plug sensor from the suddenly embarrassed young man, and removed the thick silicone helmet from his head.
"Hello again," the man said, when Jason could hear better. "I am Mr. Dodds. As I explained to Flora, I am afraid I'm not here as your rescuer, but rather as your new master. Tut! Tut!" he said as Jason made to speak out in denial, "I am afraid Mandy will not be in charge for awhile, since I am taking over. I have known Miss Rafool for years, and every so often I drop in and... stay for awhile. I gather she wasn't expecting me this time, but, c'est la vie! Actually, you will find me a rather benevolent and fun-loving master, but your master I shall be, whether you like it or not! Now, you can have it easy, or you can have it hard, er so to speak. Either way, I will get your co-operation, regardless of what means I have to use. How shall it be?"
Jason had never been involved in bondage or SM organisations. He had never heard of safe-words, or the importance of consensuality. But he did realise that there was nothing he could do in his helpless position. He decided to go along for now, then escape this mad-house at the earliest opportunity.
Since Dodds seemed to have a penchant for formal speech, he smiled at him and said, "Well, I suppose I have no choice, I'll do whatever you say."
"An excellent attitude, we'll get along just fine! Now, in case you were entertaining any ideas about escape, you should know that although I was forced to tranquillise Mandy's pets earlier, they are now quite awake and rather upset. I can't recommend going outside the house. Now, let's get you out of there."
Perversely, he whistled as he worked, and soon had Jason free and standing nude upon the tiles.
"Now, don't be embarrassed," he commented, as Jason looked for something to cover himself in. "I used to be a doctor, and you're in fine shape- you've nothing to be embarrassed about. By the way, I don't believe I have your name? We may as well get acquainted."
"Jason," Jason replied tautly, "Jason McCroft."
Mr. Dodds beamed at him. "Jason. An adventurers' name." He pointed to the doorway and said, "Well, let's go upstairs Jason, you look like you could use a drink and some rest." He chuckled. "You know, I think Mandy gets more ingenious with every year- that silicone rubber thingummy is really quite clever, I'd love to see her in it. Of course, she stole the idea for The Well from me. Has she put you in there yet?"
"Uh, no. I'm don't even know what you're talking about."
They reached the top of the stairs and turned into the sitting room. Dodds continued his monologue as he approached the bar.
"Ahh. Hm. I used it on her once. What's your poison?"
Jason was surprised. "Single malt scotch, if she has it. You mean, you were Mandy's uh, `master', once? And what is The Well?" It had sounded rather ominous when Mr. Dodds had said it. You could hear the capitals.
Mr. Dodds laughed, "Oh, I'm her master still! I turned her loose on the world when she got bored with me, but I see she's still interested in the more bizarre elements of our relationship. I drop in once a year or so, just to remind her who's boss. She's very dominant with most people, but she submits to me after a few hours. As for The Well, I shall keep that my little secret for a while."
He poured Jason his drink, adding, "We're going to have a grand old time, you'll see. I have some special things planned, and you'll fit right in. By the way, is Flora still as randy as she used to be?" He laughed as Jason blushed and said nothing.
"I thought so. She was a lover of mine for a short while, and I suggested she look up Mandy when I found out she preferred women- the only thing that attracted her to me in the first place was my reputation as a bondage nut and fetishist. It was hard to let her go, but she's probably much happier now. She and Mandy are two out of four of the only women I've ever met who were really dedicated fetishists."
That comment surprised Jason and he looked up with interest. "Really? Who are the other two?"
"One is my current flame, and the other is someone I'd just as soon forget."
Jason was beginning to feel tired suddenly; the day's activities and the scotch were apparently taking their toll.
Mr. Dodds said, "Listen, old boy, you look exhausted. Why don't you go upstairs and lie down before you fall down?"
Jason agreed and Mr. Dodds escorted him up. He also locked the door when he was sure that Jason was asleep. Jason awoke to the sound of clinking dishes, but couldn't see anything.
I don't remember it being this dark in here, he thought.
When he tried to get out of bed his senses reeled. His entire body was frozen solid, as if made of stone! He soon realised that he was embedded in some sort of hard, inflexible material, and that the only thing left mobile was his head. His head, on the other hand, was tightly encased in a leather helmet, and his mouth was stuffed with a soft leather gag. Instinctually, he tried to yell for help.
The voice of Mr. Dodds said, "Ahh! Awake, I see. Are you ready for breakfast?"
Jason was confused. So far as he knew, it was about six o'clock in the evening. At least, that's what he'd left his clock set for. He grunted a question.
"Mmmph?" Mr. Dodds chuckled. "Alright, let's get you started."
Jason heard a zipper being undone over his eyes and saw Mr. Dodds' face lit by the bedside lamp. He was in his room, but things looked tilted, wrong. Then the fact occurred to him that he was tilted. He lay on something which held him at an angle, something leaning against the dresser, judging from the view. He looked down. He was solidly encased in a rock-hard plaster body cast. No wonder he couldn't move a muscle! Now that he knew the cause, he found the sensation interesting, perhaps a little erotic. If he didn't try to move, his body seemed to no longer exist, floating on clouds. But as soon as he so much as twitched a leg or arm, his skin made him instantly aware of how rigidly immobile his body really was. Mr Dodds was moving a breakfast tray toward him.
"I trust you are comfortable? I've had to take extreme measures after your's and Flora's over -stimulation yesterday. The cast will subdue physical sensations, and you should be back to normal in no time."
Jason looked doubtful. "Why don't you just tell us to lie in bed for a couple hours without moving?"
Mr. Dodds smiled. "Why, because I have ulterior motives, of course. Now, open your mouth and have some cereal." Part 11
Having left Flora and Jason temporarily to their fate, Mandy bustled about the house, daydreaming about new torments and preparing dinner. Her spike heels clicked on the kitchen tiles with an air of authority. Despite what she had told Jason, she had neither the need nor the inclination to go shopping. She was a firm believer in safety, and though she was certain there was no harm her two slaves could come to, she checked up on her two subjects periodically through the peephole.
As she was eating a snack lunch, she heard a yelp from one of the dogs, and looked out the kitchen window to check on them. One of them, Zeus, was apparently sleeping peacefully right below the window. She shrugged and had started to set out dishes on the dining room table when the doorbell rang. She jumped. That sound hadn't been heard since her late father had installed the automatic gate seven years ago. She was surprised the bell still worked.
"Now who in the hell can that be?" she wondered aloud. "The dogs will tear them to shreds if they aren't careful."
She hurried to the door and opened it. On her doorstep stood a tall, attractive man wearing a moustache and a bowler, and carrying a sample case. He looked a bit old to be a door to door salesman and she thought, somehow familiar, too. None of the dogs were in sight.
"Hello!" he said, before she could ask who he was, or how he had avoided becoming Rottweiller food. "I'm giving away free samples of Forest brand air freshener!" He held up an aerosol can. "Just smell this springtime-fresh scent!"
Before an irritated Mandy could tell him, "We're not interested!” the man let go a shot from the can, enveloping her head in a cloud of mist. It doesn't smell like air freshener at all, she thought, as the daylight began to dim around her, it smells....
The 'salesman' stepped forward quickly as her knees buckled, caught her as she toppled, and lowered her gently to the floor. Moving fast, he pulled her inside, grabbed his sample case, looking once around outside, and closed the door. The whole exchange had taken less than fifteen seconds. Inside, he knelt by her head, felt her pulse, examined her pupils.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself, "Now where is that dear girl Flora hiding?"
He peeled off the false moustache as he headed for the stairs. After searching the house, he finally discovered Jason and Flora by following faint noises coming from the basement door. He stood staring in appreciation at the two for several minutes, and then chuckling, he returned upstairs.
Flora and Jason missed him completely, since Flora had her back to the door, and Jason couldn't have made out a face that far away due to his distorted view through the silicone rubber helmet. Even if they had seen him, they would have been quite beyond caring in any case. The new visitor checked Mandy's unconscious form most carefully then, examining fingernail colour, and palpating with the skill of a doctor. Indeed, he used his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff as if from long experience.
From his sample case he removed a small syringe and gave her a carefully measured injection. She must have been close to coming around, as she moaned shortly and fell silent again. At this the salesman, or doctor, or whatever he was, demonstrated considerable strength as he picked up and hoisted her body into a fireman's carry. He carried her to the lift, seeming to know precisely where it was, took her upstairs, and deposited her on the floor, next to her bed.
After a trip outside, he returned hauling a heavy steamer trunk and two large suitcases. From these, he produced several shaker bottles, plastic bags full of bandages, and various articles made of rubber. On the bed, he spread a large plastic sheet and sprinkled it liberally with talc. Again he lifted Mandy's inert body and dumped her on the bed. He pulled at her long black locks, and they proved to be a wig- he tossed it in the corner. Her short-cropped brown hair called out to him to be shaved, but he restrained himself with a grin. Not only would it have been the end of their friendship, but there was already one bald woman in the "family", he'd have to be satisfied with that.
Next he laboriously unlaced her boots, then removed the rubber miniskirt, bullet bra, and gloves.
"No underwear today?" he asked her inanimate form, "you must have been expecting somewhat more intimate play later, hmm?"
He paused in his work to take off his tie and roll up his sleeves. Manhandling a limp human body was hard work, even for someone in excellent physical condition. He powdered her nude body thoroughly with talcum and then searched through her closet until he found a very thin black latex catsuit, with attached hood, feet and gloves. It was one of her best ones, custom made to her exact measurements, with moulded breast cups. He spent the better part of an hour getting it on her limp and uncooperative body, then covered the back zipper with a thin strip of rubber, cemented in place. Except for the open face of the hood, she was now sealed in a water- tight covering.
After the cement had dried, sealing her securely into the thin, shiny black suit, he paused for a moment, admiring his handiwork. She looks like she's been painted black, he thought, as he gazed at her immobilised form. Definitely the best rubber work I've ever seen. If she doesn't go bankrupt first, she'll have the best collection in the country!
To be sure, the suit was very well made it fit her body like a second skin, forming a smooth, shiny coating from her head to her toes. His next move was to the bar, pausing for a sample of scotch on the way to his car. After retrieving several more cases from the trunk, he began a tour of the house, assembling a strange array of utensils and supplies from his car trunk and the kitchen. After twenty minutes, he was ready.
He began to wrap her body, from the toes up, in white gauze bandages. When she was practically mummified, he made another trip outside, returning with a six-foot long board, three feet wide, covered with a plastic cushion. He tilted it against a dresser and unceremoniously nailed it to the floor, after which he lifted the mummy from the bed and set her on the slanted board. It had a small ledge at the bottom, which her feet rested upon. After making another trip to the kitchen, he returned with a huge, heavy pot, and setting this aside, he again checked her vital signs. Apparently satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet plaster bandage. He carefully applied it to her unconscious body, forming a plaster cast.
Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her feet toward her head, covering her in a smooth, warm, and thick layer, surrounding even the individual fingers, which he splayed wide upon the board. When she was encased up to her neck in a rapidly hardening total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and carried it down the hall to a guestroom. When he returned, he pulled from one of his cases a heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed leather gag, and put it on her head.
When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily, he locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs. When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened to her. I remember that salesman, she thought, and then... nothing. His face had seemed strangely familiar.
About that time, she realised that she couldn't move. In fact, she was held so rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn't imagine how it had been done. Oh, no! she thought. It's Dodds, it must be! I should have known I was overdue for one of his visits, why didn't I recognise him? And just when I was really starting to have fun with Jason. What in the world has he got me in, a block of cement?
Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else, Mandy was not one hundred percent dominant. When she had lived with Mr. Dodds, she had spent many happy, sweaty hours in bondage. With women, she tended to be dominant. With a very few men, she felt submissive. Maybe that's why I've been going easy on Jason, she thought. Damnation! What has he got me in- a body cast?
She tried to wriggle a bit, just to test the limits of her bondage, but found it quite impossible. Every inch of her body was enveloped in something hard and inflexible, except her head. She realised from the strong smell of leather that her head was laced into one of his hand-tooled bondage helmets. It fit her head as if it had been made from her measurements, (it had) and the high, curved collar allowed very little movement. She tasted the leather gag filling her mouth, and felt her nipples grow stiff. She grinned to herself within the helmet. Damn! She thought, betrayed by my own body.
After what seemed a very long time, Mandy jerked awake, not realising she had fallen asleep again. Someone was making noise in the room. A soft voice she now recognized as Mr. Dodds' spoke.
"Well, my dear, how do you like my handy-work? Yes, yes, I know, I'll remove the gag in a moment. Let me just get my things ready."
A minute later, she felt him undo the lacing at the back, and shortly she was blinking at the bright overhead light. It took her a few moments to work the stiffness out of her mouth and jaw.
"I see you let me stay in my own room, at least," she offered.
"Yes, well, don't worry," Dodds replied, "you folks won't be staying up here long. I have great plans for you all."
"I'm sure you do."
"Why, Mandy! You sound petulant, almost as if you aren't glad to see me. And after we had such fun together on my last visit. Don't you remember?"
Mandy certainly did remember, and remembering, her nipples grew hard again, and she felt a slight warmth grow in her crotch.
"You bastard," she exclaimed softly, "you've no right to come barging in here, knocking people out and covering us up in... in... what the hell have you got me in, anyway?"
She looked down. For the first time she saw the plaster cast, moulded closely to her body, mummifying her. She was impressed, but tried not to show it.
"Well, anyway, I was just getting reacquainted with an old boyfriend, and now you show up! I..."
"Now, now," interrupted Dodds, "don't get yourself in a snit. We're all going to have a wonderful time, and you can have him all to yourself when I leave. By the way, how long was he planning on staying?"
"Won't say," she answered, pouting as a child might. There might have been a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Now don't be petulant, my dear," countered Dodds, smiling an almost fatherly smile back at her, "you know how unpleasant I can get when people try to defy me." He stared fixedly into her eyes. For a few moments, she stared defiantly back, then she broke into a grin and shook her head.
"Very well," said Dodds, "if you won't talk, you don't need your head free." He rummaged through her closet.
"Hmmph. Cleaned house again, eh? Well, I ought to find something suitable downstairs." He walked out the door, and returned minutes later with a heavy wad of black rubber in his hand. "My my," breathed Dodds, "This is new, Flora must have been a very bad girl."
He held up the hood for Mandy to see. She gulped: it was only too familiar to her, since it had been custom-made to her own design. It was made of very thick rubber, the front moulded into a feminine face. It was equipped with an inflatable penis-gag with a tube through it for breathing. A short, thick hose leading to a small rubber bag was attached to a fitting at the mouth. Heavy laces closed the rear, and a panel with a locking zipper secured them from prying fingers. She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to ask for mercy. Mr. Dodds opened the hood wide, and forced the dildo gag between her lips. He smiled.
"Oh come now Mandy, you're not resisting much. You'll never get sympathy that way- you're enjoying yourself to much"
After opening the breathing valve wide, he pulled the heavy hood over her head, and laced it up tight. Mandy moaned something. Dodds listened to her breathing for a moment, then fitted a puffer bulb to the valve between the moulded-in lips of the mask. A few pumps visibly swelled the mask at the cheeks, and brought a few satisfactory moans from inside the immobile, shiny black head.
When the pump was removed, he stood grinning down at her for a moment before returning to his work. He had brought in several plastic tarps and an evil looking motorised surgical saw. After laying things out, he searched through her closet for various rubber and leather articles for several minutes, occasionally chuckling or muttering to himself as he discovered items of interest. Reappearing from under mounds of leather and latex, he hauled out his booty and piled them on the footstool at the foot of the bed.
Again Dodds stopped to listen to her breathing. It was long and breathless sounding now. He knew that the rubber bag at her mouth was forcing her to re-breathe some of her exhalation, concentrating the CO2, and making her feel breathless. He chuckled to himself.
"Still want to keep secrets from your master, dear?" he taunted. He spoke normally, knowing that she would have to control her breathing and strain to hear his words. "Well, we'll give you another hour or two to think it over."
A long moan came from within the mask. Apparently she could hear him well enough. He picked up the stainless steel motor-saw.
"I'm going to cut you out of your cast now, Mandy. I want you to remain completely still until I tell you otherwise, alright?"
"UM-HMM!" Mandy grunted.
"You may feel warm spots, or vibration, but don't worry, you can't be cut."
He plugged in the motorised saw. It was a medical cast cutter, with an oscillating head that would cut the hard and brittle plaster, but nothing soft or flexible, such as flesh. He flicked the switch and a high pitched whine filled the air. He bent to his task. It took him just under half an hour, to finish the job. He had cut carefully around her entire body at the sides, leaving the body cast in two pieces. Gently, he lifted the top half from her body. He set it aside for the moment, and helped Mandy to her feet.
Being held absolutely immobile for many hours had not helped her muscle tone any and she collapsed on the bed, the bag on her hood swelling and collapsing in a fast rhythm as she gasped for air. Quickly, Dodds attached cuffs to each of her limbs, and before she could recover her breath, stretched her arms and legs toward the bedposts with long leather straps.
"That should keep you for a bit," he said. After washing the plaster dust off of her suit, he picked up one of the bundles from the bed and grinned. "Now this suit here... this is a very nice piece of work. It must have cost you several hundred pounds, at least!"
It was a complicated-looking full body suit.
"However..." he said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, "however... I would wager... that you never expected to have this used on yourself!"
He held the thing up to look at it, turning it this way and that in the lights. "You know, it appears to be sized for your slave. I'm sure you wouldn't dream of wearing something so obviously designed for sexual torment, so it must have been intended for Flora. It might be a tight fit, but that's nothing that a little lubrication won't cure."
The sightless Mandy moaned again, wondering which of her many diabolical designs he held. She knew how sensual the suits felt when worn by her slave, and how difficult they could be to endure after a very short time. But if it were sized for Flora... she doubted it would fit her larger frame very well. She also realised that latex stretched a lot, and that an overly tight fit wouldn't bother her tormentor at all.
Dodds picked up one of the many bottles lying about and slathered a thick greasy liquid over her latex-covered body. She hummed softly with delight and squirmed sensually on the bed, arching her hips upwards as his hand passed over her crotch.
"My," exclaimed Dodds as he unzipped the new suit, "you certainly seem eager, but you know I can't let you off that easily."
He untied one of her legs and began pulling the thick rubber onto it. The entire suit was made of very thick red latex and was fitted with numerous straps and D-rings moulded and cemented to the rubber along the limbs and torso. The torso itself was in essence a Victorian corset, having steel boning and canvas sewn and glued between the double layers of the suit. The feet ended in reinforced straps, holding D-rings. The arms were terminated in heavy and snug mittens, again with D-rings attached at the ends.
As he slithered the heavy rubber up over her glistening feet, he smiled, listening to her excited breathing hissing in the rubber bag. The legs of the suit were sized too small for Mandy's more voluptuous figure and Dodds had to strain a little to pull it over her legs. Soon he had the body of the suit wrestled over her torso and was sliding her arms into the mitten-ended arms. These too, were a bit of a struggle at first, but soon slid on with a liquid sigh. Straps were buckled tightly over the wrists, then the long back zip was laboriously pulled up, and the undersized suit slithered tighter.
He threaded the rebreathing bag from her mask through the open mouth hole of the suit's hood before pulling it on. After coating the hood she was already wearing with more of the thick lubricant, he forced the heavy red helmet of the punishment suit over it, zipped it up the back, and laced it tight. Fortunately for Mandy, the only part of the suit that wasn't made to be a tight fit was the neck, or she might have had difficulty breathing. Her whole body was now encased in two layers of latex, making almost a quarter- inch of rubber, holding her head and neck practically rigid.
Finally, laces were threaded into the dozens of small D-rings on either side of the zipper, and he began pulling. The built-in corset had been tailored to Flora's smaller figure, and he stopped for long breaks several times, using the opportunity to check on his other two prisoners. Slowly, Mandy's waist adjusted to its new shape. As each lacing session brought the suit tighter and tighter around Mandy's torso, it forced her body into an improbable, yet very exotic-looking hourglass shape.
He laughed to hear her grunts and wheezes, interspersed with moans of pleasure as the compression of her body excited her. When the lacing was complete, he wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.
"Incredible!" he proclaimed softly, "barely twenty-two inches over the outside, that would be about twenty one under the suit."
Despite the radical cut of the corset her hips and bust were at their normal size, of course, roughly 38 inches. For anyone else, this might have been impossible. Only Mandy's routine corseting allowed him to accomplish the drastic reduction. She writhed on the bed now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Mr. Dodds allowed her to suffer for a moment, then removed the rebreathing bag from her helmet, knowing that with her diaphragm compressed as it was, she would be inhaling far less air.
He looked around the room. "You know, I really can't fault your taste in furniture," he commented. He was tying pulleys to the heavy top rails of her French provincial bed. He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him very well inside the two thick rubber helmets.
"These frames make one wonder," he continued, "whether the whole French nation was kinky. They're ideal for people like us."
He was clipping the pulley ropes to the rings at the sides of her suit. When they were all secure, he released the straps at her ankles and wrists and started hauling on the ropes, one by one. Mandy moaned in fright after a few tugs, probably because she hadn't figured out yet what was being done to her. As each rope began to take part of her weight, he would tie it off, moving to the next, repeating the process until she was suspended upside down over the mattress. Then he reattached the straps to the rings on the feet, mittens, and helmet of the suit, and stretched each one tightly to the corners of the canopy frame. Next, he fastened additional straps to the many D-rings on the sides of the limbs and torso of the suit. Each of the outside straps he stretched tight to the canopy frame, while each of the inner-facing ones he pulled taught to it's mate on the opposing limb.
The last touch was to remove the pulley-ropes, so that the heavy suit and straps alone supported her weight. When he was done, Mandy was suspended between a web-work of straps, the rubber suit stretched out a little at each attachment point. When finished, Mr. Dodds stepped back to admire her. She was still wearing the thin latex catsuit underneath of course, but with the addition of the shiny red bondage suit laced tightly over it.
The straps pulled this out from her body at dozens of places, and this, combined with the tightly stretched mittens and feet spreading her in mid air. Made her body appear stretched as well into a strange, yet erotic caricature of the female form, the stretched points giving the red rubber the appearance of thorns. She was taking deep breaths now, her breasts heaving, in order to get enough air in the confines of the suit, and Dodds watched her for several minutes. After a short while he nodded to himself, hefted half of the cast under each arm, and whistled his way downstairs.