Prostitution is a way of life that has been with man since practically the beginning of time. It's a fact of life and it will always be with us. Why women will sell their bodies is not the psychological study presented here. Too many manuscripts have been written depicting in livid detail the why's and wherefores and has already been overkilled with its sexual impact.
The study here is is about the people behind the prostitutes, how they think, feel, act. You will find as you go through the pages of the kind of men and women who procures the sick-women and set them up for their 'tricks' and the money they get from their tricks. You will see, therein, the psychological "pleasure-in-displeasure" theory for the prostitute as well as their procurers. It is hoped that once the psychological measures of the procurer is recognized, a wariness will be felt by the reader as to the identifiable types that will do most anything to get a young girl or older woman to give in to her baser part of her nature and work as a prostitute for the procurer.
If the reader, indeed, is able to recognize the evil, vile personality that is always present, always searching to debase and vilify the young, the unfortunate and to send them down the path of no return, a great service will have been provided to the readers of Continental Classics.
But, beware. These men-and women-are not the obvious types one would imagine them to be. As the saying goes, "Jackdaws street in peacock feathers!"
A.L. Saunders, M.A. New York City February, 1970
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
The chair felt plush and very, very good as Robert Barrister stretched back and felt the smooth leather take the weight of his muscular frame. He drew deep on the cigar and exhaled luxuriously as owned. Assets to Robby were totalled in females ... Brunete girls, Blond Girls, Redhead girls ... and they came in all shapes and sizes . ... but one thing was certain, they were all attractive all had lush titties and cunts and they were all exceptionally good at their kind of buisness.
He was a bachelor of course, and saw no reason to get married when he could have the best there was just for the asking. He owned a very full and large 'stable' of women, each one of them specialized in the highest call girl racket ever known ... and he, Robby Barrister owned them, lock stock and Barrel. If he saw a bird and fancied her, he had his own ways and means of getting her under his thumb . ... and once there, the girl remained until he chose to release her from his hook. He had 'houses' from the East Coast to West . ... and then back again!!! If any of his clients, all of them wealthy, required a particualr girl, then Robby could get one withine minutes . ... and he always impressed his girls that the customer was always, but always right!
He again picked up a large glossy leather book that had been on his desk. This book was his "ledger of assets" and in this dossier type cover he had the names and addresses, and in numerous cases, photographs of his particular beauties. At the moment he was about to add one more name, a very beautiful girl he had met out at Vegas. She may have been a hustler, but she was a first class looker, not twenty one yet, and she had shown him the body of almost virginial quality. Her hair had been blond, and he had been delighted when she had slipped her panties down her thighs to reveal her blond pussy to show that the blond hair on her head had come from no bottle. She had a quality that pleased him, she had shown an inner Pride, as though she was too good for any man. And when he had paid her off for the marvelous fucking she had given him, he had suggested that there might be room for her in New York. He remembered how she had smiled, showing perfect white teeth, close set and attractive. The smile had had a sneer to it, even when he told her that he had whore stables all over the States.
"Why didn't you go to one here?" Her voice had still held the huskiness of a tremendous cum about it.
"This is the one place I don't have them," he told her honestly.
"I don't intend visiting New York," she had almost sneered at him.
Sneer or no, her face had looked beautiful even then, and despite the thorough fucking he had just had, he felt his prick responding as he watched her shapely rounded asscheeks jiggling as she walked to the bathroom.
"I'll say goodbye now," she smiled.
"Suit yourself, but I'll leave my card."
"I shouldn't bother," her eyes had flashed a warning light for him not to press her and then she went into the bathroom.
Robby left his calling card and that had been the end of it, some three months ago. He admitted to himself that she had gone from his mind within minutes of his leaving the place. The dame was a looker alright, so what the hell, he had enough girls back home without getting a snooty-nosed bitch on the pay-roll!
And now, three months later, she was coming to him. He wondered how her attitude would be now!!!! He had felt affronted when he had tried to get her involved before and she had turned him down. He sat back and again visualized the white round ass as it had jiggled away from him. Perhaps he could make them jiggle again!!!!!!!!!! The thought of the blonde beauty crept through his mind. He recalled that she did not like to suck his prick, that she did not relish being the recipant of a prick in her mouth. That would definetely have to change, he smiled to himself, but very definetely.
When his intercom buzzer hummed, he reached out almost nonchalantly and pressed the receiver switch.
"Miss Stella Downing out here, Mr. Barrister" his efficient receptionist said in her phony English accent.
"Send her in Jane, and then you can get off!"
"Will do, and thanks."
He watched the door, his eyes half closed and then he saw the handle turn to let the door open. She came in and he felt himself clutch tight in the belly, she seemed to have improved if anything. Her voluptuous body seemed to half glide across the floor space between them he noticed-as he stood up and they shook hands.
"I.... I'm grateful to you for seeing me," her voice, that marvelous husky quality, Robby was not sure whether it was fake or not, but at the moment he was not worried, she was a dream bird!
"I must admit that I'm surprised to see you" he told her.
His eyes watched the thrilling trace of her thighs through the skirt of her two piece suit. They looked attractive enough despite the clothing over them.
"I. ... I changed my mind"
"Any specific reason?"
"I . ... I guess I got a little bored," she said hesitantly, her face coloring slightly when she saw the undisguised lewdful look he was giving her.
"That's part of the job."
"IT wasn't that type of boring," she told him as she crimsoned a bit more.
"Care to tell me the exact circumstances of your sudden departure?"
"I told you . ... boredom"
Robby did not believe her. There was something screwball somewhere along the-line, she had been in too much of a hurry to get to New York. The 'phone rang at that moment and he picked it up.
"Barrister," he mumbled.
"Robby....this is King ... Pete King
. ... don't say my name if you've got somebody with you, but I got news for you. Some bird, a blond bird, high jacked it out of Vegas. She left a card in her room with your name on it." 'Tell me more."
Robby tried to sound casual as he stretched back in the chair and studied the ceiling.
"Is the party getting to you?" King asked.
"Certainly, certainly," Robby replied without giving the girl the slightest hint it was about her that they were talking.
"Well Robby, the Carefelli mob want that girl, they want her real bad. She screwed one of their clients out of a cashable bond of some two hundred thousand dollars if you please. When the client went to stop the bond, the bitch had cashed it and high tailed it. They tried to catch her at the airports but the bird had flown. The Syndicate here has settled the client to stop him from blowing his stack to the lawboys, now they really are anxious to get the sticky-fingered lady!"
"Sue, I'm with you, I know the party concerned. I'll be happy to co-operate for the Charity," Robby said in hidden code.
"O.K. Boss, what do you want me to do?"
"Just keep quiet for a while Johnny. I'll call you in the morning."
"Sure thing Boss. See yah."
Robby replaced the 'phone. "Sorry about that. My secretary has gone home, all calls are coming through."
His own handsome face again relaxed as his weighty muscular bulk eased back in the chair. "I understand that you want to work out of my stable," he smiled.
"I know the set up. You told me so much about how well your girls were treated, I thought it was worth a try."
He watched her clear blue eyes. They didn't waver as she told him the story.
"I also told you that my girls study the customer."
"I appreciate that," she told him," that sounds the most reasonable thing."
"There are one or two things that you are shy of," he smiled.
Her face went into that attractive deep scarlet. "I . ... I know I told you that there were one or two things I din't like doing, but when you work for different bosses, I suppose one must change one's attitude."
He smiled inwardly, the bitch was now making the run of the play the way he wanted. She was playing to Robby's rule book, all well and good. There were more rules yet and he knew that if he played his cards right, then he would have her begging for it . ... and anything else he wanted!
"Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Then let's have a meal and go over to my place for the afternoon."
"You mean I have to . ... to give an audition?" her face blushed.
"Why not? Auditions can bring out a lot of hidden talents, when a body needs the job bad enough."
Stella nodded 'O.K.', and they were off.
As soon as they were in Perri's Restaurant, he excused himself to go to the John, but went into the Manager's Office.
"Buzz off, Tony, I must make a call," Robby thumbed to the door.
"Sure thing, Boss."
Tony, his manager slipped like a quiet shadow from the room. Robby dialed a number. "Put me through to Carfelli," he snapped.
"Who's calling?"
"Tell him Father Christmas."
"Father Chri.... "
"Tell him," he snapped at the startled female voice. Within seconds, Carfelli was on the line. Robby recognized the smooth patter.
"Verney," he said, "I've got the sticky fingered bird with me. Now listen, I'll give you the money you lost on her. Leave it to me to get it out of her, will you?"
"I'm only interested in the money, Robby. I'll call the hounds off one condition. That is that you give her one hell of a good beating before she starts in one of your stables."
"It's a promise"
"And when do I get the cash?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"It's a deal."
"See yah."
"See to that dame, one hell of a good pasting."
"For two thousand grand??? She'll never steal from any of my client's, I promise!"
He was soon at her table and they wined and dined extremely well. He liked the way she slipped from the seat and the carriage of her body when she moved. She preceded him up the plush carpeted center of the Restaurant and Robby liked those hips, the thrusting pertness of her rounded asscheeks. He had just made a promise hadn't he? He was determined to keep it!
CHAPTER TWO
Stella was overwhelmed with the richness of his Penthouse suite. They rode up and exclusive elevator and when they stepped from the small cage, he had to operate several buttons before a well concealed entrance to the apartment was revealed. Once through this, she found herself in the most luxurious place she had ever seen. It was a big spread and they seemed to be up amongst the clouds. She walked to the panoramic windows and looked out. It seemed that the streets were a thousand miles down and then she turned back again as her head spun slightly at the great height.
"Now Stella, go and bath and shower, then I'll see you out here. There is a wardrobe of bikinis in there, help yourself. I'll see you later," he told her.
Half an hour later he did see her too as she stepped out into the living room. She was dressed in a red bikini and the upper part barely did it's job as perfect, huge tits spilled over the top. The lower half just covered the bushy hair of her pussy and then the frontage swept up sharply. Around the back, more of her ass was revealed than concealed, and in high heeled shoes, Stella was dressed fully!!
"You do things to that suit," he smiled as he studied the expanse of her soft creamy-skinned belly. The dimpled navel was deep and then the plains of skin stretched again until they came to the elasticated waist-band of the bikini briefs. Stella felt pleased that the place was centrally heated and that a pleasant atmosphere of warmth was here.
His eyes were dancing dangerously as he pulled her lush body to him and then his mouth was mashing down hard on hers. Stella was slightly rigid and then his tongue was thrusting between her soft, rich and pouting lips. She felt her tongue seem to catch fire as he stroked it with his own tongue. The fire in her mouth slipped easily all over her as she felt herself crushing her large knockers against his hard muscled chest. A thrill went through her as the nipples speared into the brassiere top, her tits seemed to grow larger as the intimate passion-kiss continued. Her tits throbbed in aching response as his chest crushed them harder and harder and she felt herself pushing her upper torso hard onto him. Her breathing was getting difficult as her bare thighs started to rub along his trousers.
He kept that kiss going for some minutes and when he had finished, Stella was on fire from her cunt, through her belly up to her firm titties. His hand had stroked up and down the smooth contours of her back. He really liked the way her twat thrust against the tight cloth of the bikini. He could hardly recall the soft mound of hair the last time he had seen it and he wanted the mound now. He wanted that cunt around his erect prick and he wanted her crying out for more. There seemed to be a greater pleasure now that he was fucking her for free, much better than a 'trick' that she had had to turn in back in vegas.
"Tell me again, why did you leave Vegas?"
"I told you" she furrowed her forehead in thought at the sudden change in tactics. Her head had been slightly dizzy with thrilling pleasure, her mouth burned under the eatresses of his mouth and her body was humming and hot, very hot. She wanted only one thing at this moment and that was prick, a lot of prick!
Robby flipped up a cigarette box, lit a cigarette and then spoke coolly as he blew the smoke from his mouth. "There is something cock-eyed somewhere, Stella, I know there is."
"What do you want references?" she was sneering again.
"Not references," he said, ignoring the sneer, "I want the truth."
"I told you," she was getting angry now.
"And I told you, I don't believe it."
She studied him for a while. "If you like, I can always leave," she told him with the air of a woman who knew she had him by the tail. But, he surprised her.
"You can go if you like."
This was a thunderbolt to her. She had hoped that he would beg her to stay. In Vegas, she had not visualized that he was this wealthy. She had imagined him as a small time Pimp and he had turned out to be the Boss of a large Syndicate.
"Alright, I'm sorry, I'd like to stay." She knew her own record would soon catch up with her, she knew too that the Syndicate whom she had just left would certainly trace her if she did not have a house to stay in. To go to a hotel anywhere in the States, would pin-point her. They would catch up with her and then it would be a very unpleasant interlude. They did not like girls who fouled up the system and Stella shuddered again as she imagined her fate if they ever did catch up.
"You can go if you want," he encouraged.
"I want to stay, please, let me stay."
"That's better," he smiled, "I don't want any more of this snobby attitude of you being the boss woman, understand?"
"Yes," she nodded her pretty head.
"You want to work for me?"
"Yes."
"Please," he told her. "Yes, please," she went scarlet. "Under my terms?"
"Yes, please."
"That's better. Now, get them off."
He liked the broken attitude she presented. Her tits thrust forward as she reached behind her back, they were perfect in their nakedness.
"Hold them"
She reached up and 'weighed' them in her hands.
"Thumb the nipples."
He stood and watched her as she responded by thumbing her nipples into an excited state still cupping them in the palm of her hands.
"On your knees, Stella."
She went slowly down on all fours, the naked titties perfectly thrusting as she knelt with them nipples pointing down. He went behind her and studied the roundness of her shapely ass as it thrust out of the legs of the briefs. She gasped when she felt the briefs ripped from her body to leave her asscheeks exposed. "Kneel up."
She came into the upright position.
"Now, continue with your tits."
She clasped her tits in her hands as she blushed again at his smiling face and letcherous eyes going over her kneeling body. He liked that fuck-hole, the blond hair of her cunt was bushy and yet neatly triangle. He watched her as she thumbed the superb breasts into a hardness that she was enjoying. Her mouth was just slightly open as she breathed deep gasps of air into her lungs. Thrills were streaking through her erotic points as she handled her breasts. She watched as he slowly unzipped his fly, then he was holding his massive swollen prick in his hand.
Her eyes watched hypnotized as he approached her, the lance of his prick seemed to point at her face. Her hands were still squeezing and playing with her tits automatically and she let the tip of her tongue run across her lips.
"Just kiss it."
Her mouth pursed for a kiss but she felt the eyehole press against her mouth. Her lips spread open and she felt her mouth getting wider and wider. Her breath whistled down her nostrils as her mouth suck-kissed his prick. Her jaw was forced wider and wider and then he was rubbing his prick over her tongue. Her fingers closed tightly over her tits as she tasted him. A strange thrill went through her body, then she felt him moving his hips back and forth in motion to the fucking motion. She was not so much as sucking him as he was virtually fucking. His prick was fucking her mouth and she was getting hot and bothered about it. Her hands left her tits as she moaned, then her hands grasped his thighs. She jammed her head down hard as the erection slipped over her tongue and filled out the warm cavity of her mouth. Faster and faster she rocked, her mouth moaning, her head spinning, then he withdrew quickly. She realized her face was flushed hot, her eyes were sparkling, her tits were heaving as she breathed the gasping gulps of air into her body. Then she leaned her face forward and felt the stallion mass of his cock against her cheek.
She reached around and held it in her hand, slowly she rubbed it over her face. She felt his trousers easing down his legs and then realized that while he had been screwing her mouth, he had been stripping his upper body. When he was naked, he lay down on the rich carpeted floor. She leaned over him and guided her massive tits so that they lapped over the erect prick. Then he was experiencing a real thrill as her tits massaged his fuck-pole in her cleavage. The nipples still rubbed up and down his thigh tops and then she was moaning as, on all fours she reached forward with her mouth.
"Please, please, let me taste it again."
And this is the way he wanted the shapely girl, on all fours and begging. He thrust up with his hips as her hot, avid mouth sought out the heat of his throbbing dong.
Considering this was not her particular thing, she did a very good job. Her tongue licked him like an expert, she licked and loved, and each time he thrust his cock at her she sucked him. It was all too soon that he was shooting his sperm deep into her mouth. He gripped her blonde locks and she trembled in perverse delight as streams of hot cream streamed into her throat.
It was the first time she had ever tasted the actual sperm, always before the men had withdrawn, but now that she had tasted him, she discovered that she liked it. It was good, and her eyes sparkled at the mastery in him. He had managed to get her the way he wanted. She had had no say whatsover, and it was because of the helplessness that she found herself experiencing, that it enhanced the wonderful sensation that she had enjoyed. Stella washed her mouth out and her mind was still filled with the thrilling responses to his oral fucking of her mouth. She supposed that she was helpless against him, really, there was nothing she could do. She could not turn away, he was important to her welfare, and she felt thrills racing through her as she realized that he could do anything he dammed well pleased and she would be helpless to refuse him.
She would have to go along with anything he suggested or certainly until the heat had worn off from her previous employers.
With the knowledge in her mind of her own helplessness, she felt again that mysterious thrill that transported her erotic subconscience to dizzy heights. She went back, and Robby even detected a change in her attitude. She was cowed, she was receptive, and her eyes were soft and humble. He liked what he saw in her and when she was standing close, he reached out and held her tits in his strong hands. He squeezed hard, her shoulders went back as thrills raced through her. Her flesh, white and creamy showed through his fingers as he gripped her tits and pulled her bodily to him.
A small cry came from her mouth as pleasant thrills went through her body when her tits had been pulled to get her nearer to him. Then she felt him twisting them, at first slowly, then the heat seemed to increase a thousand fold. She gasped as the hard nipples seemed to spear with heated pleasure and a small groan escaped her lips. He knew that she liked it, so he twisted the other way. Thrilling sensations swept over her body and she tottered in slightly dizzy pleasure and then his hands went down to her pussy. He rubbed the palm of his hand up and down over the hair and his big middle finger rubbed between the lips of her cunt where the sensative clitty was located. The twat immediately responded to his touch and when his fingers delved hard along her passage, he felt the clitoris responding hard and horny.
Robby knew then she was liking the rougher part of the love play. His finger tip touched the hot, dewy entrance of her cunt and then she went up on tip-toe as a long wailing moan came from her lips. His finger, joined by another, stabbed hard into her belly and her hands gripped his shoulders as she placed her feet apart. Up on tip toe, she felt the excitement build up in her belly as he kept one hand on her tit, the other thrusting in an out of her cunt. She hissed in appreciating lust, her whole body was being consumed with an all engulfing fire as he thrust faster and faster in and out of her cunt. She started to lean back, farther and farther, until she was like a young sapling tree. He released her tits and with his free hand reached between her thrusting cunt area and tickled the throbbing muscle of her clitoris. She nearly screamed with pleasure as renewed energy tore into her body. It was like a flame. He seemed detached as he pawed her sensative cunt lips as she screamed again and again as sheer agonizing sweet thrilling heat enveloped her. Then she felt herself leaning right back, she reached her hands down and they were on the floor behind her head. She was bent right back now, the smooth belly skin was stretched tight, her thighs were wide open and in the center of her thighs, fully exposed was that rich double -lined lips of her cunt. He reached down and with two fingers of his left hand, he eased the lips of her cunt wide open. The fleshy lips unfolded and in the center, he saw the throbbing clitoris.
....PLEASE ., ... FUCK ME...." The words flew from her mouth and Robby smiled happily. His own prick and balls had been aroused by the sight she presented and he held his gigantic erection and placed the throbbing end to the dilated passage of her cunt. He thrust forward, hard. She screamed out wildly, then her wet, tight, slippery channel was engulfing him.
He thrust and pulled . ... in and out . ... in and out....and she was screaming her thanks as her cunt thrilled erotica enshrouded her sanity and she shot her orgasm out as she stretched backwards to let him fuck her as he pleased.
CHAPTER THREE
Another shower soon had her freshened up and she dressed again. Her body felt quite a bit of relief despite her secret of the stolen two hundred thousand dollars.
"Now, Stella, I think I know why you came to New York."
She remained silent.
"You are in some sort of trouble," he went on.
"Why do you think so?"
"Because girls of your class do not have to hustle in New York once you get a good thing going in Vegas."
"Would . ... would it make any difference?" she wanted to know.
"Perhaps not, but I don't want your previous people getting at you once I get you settled in."
She studied him for a moment and then told him the whole story, simply and straight, and them he told her that he already knew. He told her of the arrangement he had made, including the clause that he beat her. Her face showed red when he related Carfelli's words.
"Where's the money?"
"I've stashed it away in the bank."
"Silly thing to do"
"Even if they took the risk of reporting to the Police, I would never tell them what I had done with the money. I was going to sort out a way of getting it out of the country and then retire gracefully."
"You'd never make it."
"So I'm naive, it was worth a try."
"I have promised to refund that money, so now you do what I say or else I'll call the Carfelli mob over. What do you say?"
The fear showed in her eyes. "I seem to be on a loser either way."
"Not exactly, my way you lose your pride and dignity, with Carfelli you lose a whole lot more," he told her.
"Let it be your way," she said quietly.
"O.K. From here on in, you work for me, you do as I say. You will meet some wealthy clients. Alright, I agree that they get a bit kinky some times, but they are no more kinked here than they are in Vegas. I'll pay you one hundred dollars a Call. You get free clothing, lodging, and a good hotel Room. I pay at the end of each month. I send the clients, I pay the service, and you are never to upset my clients. Not ever! I have a high priced call girl project, you spoil it for me, and I'll make whatever Carfelli can do appear like a Vicar's Tea Party!"
Stella stared at the chipped steel blue of his eyes and she knew he meant it. "And what about Carfelli's request to you?" she asked in a soft voice.
"I've never beaten a woman in my life, but don't look too pleased. Do you accept my terms or not?"
"Yes," she answered simply.
"In everything?"
"In everything."
"Even the kinky ones?"
"Yes, even the kinky ones," she shrugged. What was it to her anyway? She was there to give the clients their kicks. She was a high priced whore and she knew it; it was just one of those facts of her life.
Robby walked to the telephone and dialed a number. "Hello, Nina? Look, I'm sending Stella Downing over to you. I want you to take her in hand, give her the best room in the place, and see her to bed for me"
Stella stood listening to his chatter and she heard him chuckle.
"If you like," he laughed.
Stella felt that there was something cooking.
"Oh, and Nina, before she gets tucked up tongiht, I want you to give her ass a good spanking."
Stella's face went redder than a beet she caught her bottom lip in her teeth as an tide of embarrassment swept over her.
Robby hung up. "O.K. So now you know the score. Go to this address and ask for Nina. Stay there with her. She is a not soft on woman, especially blond women, and she will look after you"
"You're telling me she is a lesbian?"
"Well, she's AC/DC. She certainly dabbles in the sisterhood game but I want you to be co-operative with Nina. Anyway she says, understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Barrister," she sighed and nodded.
"Want to quit?"
No, she shook her head and he smiled his satisfaction. How could she quit?
As the car drove her over to the luxurious apartment to meet the mysterious Nina, Stella wondered what sort of girl she was. She had known a number of Sapphic darlings way back in Vegas and she had a thought that she might have to take in one or two Lesbian 'tricks' for Robby. She was strictly one for the men and so far women had not featured in her life.
When she got out from the car, she found herself at a very snobbish suite of apartments, everything was richness as though to keep the clients in a state of sheer luxury. It was little wonder that Robby Barrister owned a syndicated rackets company and kept it going to the full. She pressed the buzzer and a soft chime bell sounded the other side of the door. It was opened by the most chic maid she had ever seen. The girl was not so tall, but she was most certainly hand picked for her sheer petite beauty. She smiled at Stella showing a full set of white even teeth and as Stella studied the girl, she saw the very mini black flared skirt revealing perfect columns for legs and as the girl preceded her, Stella saw the white tight panties as the skirt lifted with each step of the extraordinary high shoes. The girl tapped politely on a door at the end of the passage and then poked her head around the opened portal.
"Miss Nina, the young lady you were expecting."
The girl's voice was soft and respectful, it had a European accent to it and then Stella stepped into the lushly carpeted room. She stared at Nina and her mouth went dry and clamped tight. Nina was a fabulous shape alright, but she was dark skinned with a chiselled face of high cheek bones. Her eyes were the type that flashed and as she stood to her full height, Stella saw the prompt jutting and shapely tits at their best. Nina was dressed in a Gold Lame arrangement and then she was smiling as her eyes drank in the blond beauty of her visitor.
Stella had remained rooted to the spot and when she heard the door close behind her she knew that the maid had left them.
"Robby told me you were coming." The colored girl's voice was rich. "I am his Manageress, I handled all his business as far as the girls are concerned in New York. The girls and I usually get along alright. If you put a foot out of line too often, I shall help you to put it back again."
She smiled meaningfully as she spoke and a slight shudder rippled through Stella's lovely body. "Now just go in there and remove your clothes.
Stella stood stock still. She was dammed if she was going to accept orders from a colored madam!
"Are you deaf, Stella? the woman smiled evily.
"No.... I'm not ... but ... but...."
Stella stammered as the tall graceful body approached her, then her face was stinging as a hand like lightning slapped her cheek. She gasped at the sudden injection of spitefulness into the interview and there had been no indication on the black face that she was going to slap the blonde girl. Stella rubbed her cheek as she stepped back ... tears, of both resentment and anger came to her eyes.
"In there," Nina pointed to a door.
Slowly, the stunned girl moved towards the room, she opened the door and found herself in a very large bathroom, it was immense!
"Strip honey!"
For fear of the face smacking procedure again, Stella slowly removed her clothes leaving her bra and panties until last. Her fingers fidgeted with her bar and then her glorious knockers were in sight. An appreciative hiss escaped Nina's lips as her eyes studied the pink hardening nipples, the upsweep of the soft fleshy mounds mounds made her anxious to get this beauty in bed.
Stella looked at the woman helplessly and then slipped her thumbs into her panty elastic and pushed her panties down her shapely legs.
"Now stand straight."
Holding her hands across her pussy, Stella stood there, her face red and blushing. She watched the black woman disappear behind her. She wanted to turn to watch was going on; then her ass seemed to split into a thousand pieces. She shrieked loud and her hands flew around to her backside and her legs danced as she shrieked out in pain.
The shapely Nina laughed at the reaction to her spanking brush handle. It had left a line across the very center of the shapely asscheeks.
"That's right, you dance honey, there is plenty more dancing you are goin' to do tonight."
When Nina returned to the front, Stella saw the long handled smooth backed brush in her hand. "Stand still' she snapped. Stella stood still, only her hips were slightly weaving. It was too awful for words, it would have been bad enough to have a man do it, but a woman-and a black one at that!!
Nina sat in a chair as the girls slowly stopped her wirggling, Stella's hands stayed on her ass though and she didn't give a damm that her tits had bounced about to give the perverted black woman more pleasure.
"Turn around."
Without relish, Stella turned.
"Hands away."
Slowly, reluctantly, Stella removed her hands. "Hands on your head." She obeyed. "Keep them there."
Stella felt the woman come behind her, she trembled slightly at what was going to happen, then she felt incredibly smooth hands stroke down her side. Small fires of thrilling pleasure kindled inside her and she bit her lip as from behind, Nina slipped her hands around craftily and held her shapely tits. Stella looked down and saw the deep contrast of the colored girl's skin against her own soft pinky creamy breasts.
"You've got good tits there, girl."
Stella crimsoned as she felt her nipples coming out harder then fingers gripped her nipples and squeezed and twisted, harder and harder. She began to think that Nina was not only a Lesbian, she was a sadistic lesbian at that!
She felt her nipples aching as the fingers pulled them from her body, then she was pushing her asscheeks backwards into Nina's belly as the colored girl's hands went down over the smooth skin of her belly. Stella choked back a sob of frustrated anger as she felt her pussy hair being hand-combed.
"Open your legs, sweetie." Nina's voice was husky, low and dangerous.
Stella had little choice, she knew she was caught up in a web of her own making. The hands left her front and came around to her back, from behind the clever fingers slipped into the gash and Stella choked. Her cunt was being fingered forcibly.
"You hard?"
Nina's voice was sarcastically sweet but Stella said nothing.
"Bend it" Stella was frozen, she didn't know what to do.
"Bend your ass." Two hands slapped across her asscheeks to encourage her to get over. She bent in acknowledgement. "Right down."
She had never felt so humiliated and crushed in all her life. She was stretching her torso down, like a naughty child in school. She watched as she saw able fingers tying cords around her wrists and ankles and she knew she was snared.
"Every time you move you get a few more licks, understand? You try ducking and I'll have the skin offn your ass."
It was too awful for words. Stella felt the screaming pain as the brush caught her shapely asscheeks. The pain screamed into her turning her ass into a roaring furnace of heated pain. Eons later when she was tired of shrieking her agony, Stella felt her writs being released. They were sore from pulling on the ropes and now her tear stained face was inches from Nina.
"You won't try stealing from us, will you?"
"No ... No," she sobbed.
"Now open your legs properly." She opened them immediately, she was broken and she knew it. She would no more antagonize this women than she would cut her own throat. Her spirit was gone now.
Nina saw the broken spirit and smiled cruelly. She reached her hands down to the open stretched cunt. "Wider, lot's wider."
Stella closed her eyes as she felt the soft lips of her cunt being stroked and played with and her body started to get hot suddenly. She felt her mouth being crushed by Nina's and was shocked at the caress at first. She shuddered in revulsion; then as the small pink tongue started to worm about her mouth, the strong fingers caressed her back in strong caresses, Stella found herself responding.
She found her own body and mouth responding, her lips were parted wide as she accomadated the tongue and her cunt was getting wetter and wetter.
"Mmmmm ... ,. please . ... please," she gasped without knowing why she pleaded.
"That's right honey, you beg for it," Nina said spitefully. Nina wanted to have a ball with this one. She liked blonde's, especially of the haughty calibre!!
She stroked her long fingers along the cunt lips and soon Stella was in a whirl of impassioned sex. Her mind was going crazy as the fingers caressed and found her sensitive clitty.
"Say please, again!"
"Please....pleeeease," she responded.
"You like it now?"
"Yes.... .please," she gasped.
"You are white trash!"
"Yes, white trash," Stella was gasping.
"Get on your knees, white whore."
Trembling like a leaf, Stella sank to her knees. She watched entranced as Nina stripped the one piece tight fitting dress from her body. Her eyes studied the black flanks, the pure poetic lines of the black girl were superb to see. She was tall and her breasts were strong and pink tipped. As she looked up, she saw the full thigh structure with the black moss of curly hair on her twat. Nina sat down on the chair again, her ass resting on the very edge, then she parted her thighs and the pink slit was free and open.
"Crawl," she hissed.
With a moan, Stella crawled to where the tall, strange woman sat. "Kiss Miss Puss!"
Stella hesitated only a minute to get over the feeling of nausea crawling through her belly. Her face stung again as the hand slapped both sides of her face this time.
"Kiss it," she snapped.
Stella pressed her mouth to Nina's open twat and felt the strong hands grip her head and pull her hard to the soft folds of her cunt. She had to open her mouth to breathe, then the hands pulled her head hard onto the waiting cunt. Stella's tongue licked and caressed and despite the feeling of wanting to be sick, she was forced to press her tongue into the tight slit and then thrust it in and out while Nina crooned in a low pitched humming voice. Beautiful, blonde Stella was cunt-sucking for the first time in her life.
Soon she was being coaxed to greater fuck efforts, then her mouth filled with the full liquid juices as she felt the thighs tighten around her head. She had to swallow, swallow or drown!!!! And she felt full repugnance as she took the hot, salty cum of another woman into her throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
She stayed with Nina for a week. It was always lesson time for her, and she thought she would never get used to it except for the delightful maid. One day, as the maid was stroking beautifying cream into Stella's shapely curves, the blond felt the butterfly kissed traveling up and down her spine. The maid was leaning over her and gently pressing her lips up and down her spine. Stella held her breath as she felt the mouth traveling over each asscheek. It was fantastic. The electricity of the action sparked strange fires into her body, then she was being turned over and her thighs eased open. As though she were in a coma, she opened her legs and then the most exquisite thrills were going into her belly. She was soon moaning as the maid sucked her cunt, the tongue thrusting hard onto the pink softness. Soon Stella was thrusting her belly, up harder and harder to receive the stroking tongue as it found her horny clitoris. Then, she was like a mad thing as her cunt opened wide and her orgasm was shooting from her as she lay and trembled. It was the first time she had ever been cunt-sucked by another woman and she had enjoyed every minute of it! It had been fantastically marvelous, the end product had been something superb that she had not expected. The following day it happened again, she was cunt-sucked and then she was to report to Robby Barrister.
She walked to his office and the receptionist showed her in. She was aware of his close scrutiny when she walked into his room.
"Close the door,', he told her.
She did so, her face was burning because she knew that he was aware of what had happened to her since her last visit here. She knew that he knew she had received a tanning on her ass and it made her squirm in her skin.
"Ready for work?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Good, let's start now." She looked at him in puzzlement.
"Look Stella, the others will pay you. I get my cunt free. Clear?"
She knew she had no choice, she was dependent on him for everything now. She would have to go along for the ride anyway. She slowly peeled her clothes from her body and felt as she always felt when showing off her nakedness-proud! He was looking at her very lustfully.
"Lay on the couch."
She recognized that he was treating her like some old piece of meat now, he could have her anyway he wanted her. Feeling a deep sadness inside her belly, she walked to the couch and lay down. Then he was directing her to place one foot on the floor. She had to open her thighs to do this, of course, and as she saw him inspecting her soft -lined cunt, she knew that she had surrendered her last ounce of dignity.
He smiled as he approached the spot where she lay so openly. He sat down on an unoccupied bit of the sofa and placed his hands on her tits. She gasped as his fingers gripped her hard, but she liked it, liked it very much. Sweet thrilling fires zipped up and down her belly as he clasped and unclasped his hands, one hand strayed down to her thrusting twat and she thrilled as fingers stroked inside her cunt lips. Softly he stroked the slippery cunt-channel and she felt the passion building up in her mind and body.
"Nice?" he teased.
"Yes, marvelous," she gasped.
"Want me to fuck you?"
"Oh yes please, please," she said.
The language of the gutter pleased her state of mind. When he used it, she felt her slit getting wetter in lewd pleasure.
He was soon shedding his clothes. Her eyes sparkled brightly when she saw the enormous prick bouncing when he stepped across the room to where she lay. She opened her legs really wide now and then his tool was slipping hard into her. It was brutal, but she felt it was something she wanted; she would not have appreciated any gentle approach right now. prick rammed into her cunt so
(Archive Note: The ending to the above paragraph is exactly as found in the pocketbook)
His prick rammed into her cunt so hard that she thought that she would really split in two. She felt the slippery channel of her fuck-hole tighten hard around his pecker and she eased her gash even farther apart as he pounded the massive prick into her pussy. Then she was groaning and gasping as strange thrilling delights rippled into her womb. She felt every inch of his prick as it thrust in and out of her shapely body. His fingers reached beneath her and held her smooth asscheeks. Then, as she felt his hands slipping closer together, she also felt his finger tips stroking across her asshole.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, hard. She gasped out really loud, "OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW"
"Now....now," he gritted at her.
She felt his finger slip high into her asshole. This was the first time anything had been pushed into that hole. She felt her rectal passage tighten hard about his finger as still he thrust it into her, and the thrills of his prick in her cunt mingled with the strange thrills of his finger-fucking her ass.
She was not sure what she screamed at him, it was something filthy and it referred to herself, and then she was again letting her love juices flow. Her whole body was like a massive, giggling nerve end now as he began pumping harder into her and she almost fainted in the sheer delightful splendor of her completed orgasm as it flooded from her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stella was given an apartment to share at first. The arrangements were made for her always to have her 'tricks' in the apartment. Her friend whom she rarely saw had the type of trick who would take her home. Stella was not too well initiated or trusted to be allowed to fuck outside the special apartment.
Most of her clients were straight fucks for the first month and she managed to look after them as she had done in the past in Vegas. She found that she was getting more and more calls, some of the regulars were particularly asking for her and this pleased Robby Barrister. One morning he 'phoned and told her she was to meet a Mr. Simon at the Stork. She was to 'please' him.
"What's his particular bent?" she asked.
"I don't know. He's a bit weird, but please him, and you get a bonus. I usually send Dianne on this one, but she is tied up."
Stella reported to the Stork dressed in a black dress. It fit her like a second skin and when she saw Mr. Simon, she knew he was pleased with what he saw. His weak eyes almost wept with pleasure as he drooled over her. This one would be a push over, she thought. She guessed he wanted 'mothering'. He knew how to wine and dine her though! He ordered the very best and when she was well fed, conversation came easily and she felt a tremor of sorrow for the humble man.
He had a superb house, a large affair, and as she walked before him up the stairs, she wondered what line of business he was in?
His bedroom was a fantastic arrangement, it was like a large corner of Central Park! He smiled when he turned to her and she shuddreed when his moist lips touched hers. The upper cleavage of her brassiered titties was thrusting up and he pressed his wet loose mouth onto the contours of her boobs. She shuddered as she had to stand there while this repulsive little man slobbered her. She hated it all the more when she felt his fingers undoing the zipper, but she managed to paste a masked smile on her face.
"You are very beautiful, my dear," he sighed.
"Thank-you...." she smiled back.
She stepped from the puddle of cloth on the floor, her smooth skin showed perfectly against the sheer blackness of her underwear. She had no garter belt because her stockings were the thigh elastic type and her briefs were like delicate pieces of silk and the swell of her asscheeks peeped from the bottom at the panty legs. The smooth belly was attractive and Simon watched like a drooling schoolboy. The brassiere was a half cupped effort and most of her tits thrust free of the nuisance garment. Her cleavage was very deep and Simon's eyes stared at them.
"On the bed, on the bed," he gasped.
Smiling to herself, she walked to the bed, her high heels helping to make her shapely ass thrust out. She lay on the bed and he told her to turn over. She frowned lightly but did as he asked. She was laying belly down and he stood at the bottom of the bed; she felt his hands grip her ankles and yank her feet apart. He was stronger than he looked, his hands were gripping her ankles tightly, then she realized that it was not his hands. It was steel, steel bands! He was at the head now, her hands were stretched to the corners and these too he manacled. Stella was spread-eagled, and unprotected.
She felt a strange lump in her throat as she realized she had had him all wrong. He had ham-strung her and she was helpless. Then she felt his mouth on the expanse of flesh between stocking tops and thighs; her legs were really spread-eagled wide apart and the bed was the widest she had ever known. It really was wide! She thrilled as his slobbering mouth kissed the inside of her thighs, first one then the other. Then she felt his mouth press against the material of her panties where it covered her cunny and now his tongue was licking the cloth. Her cunt responded immediately as she felt the cloth become saturated with his probing tongue.
All over her back his mouth kissed the superb skinned flesh. She was shuddering and then felt his teeth bite through the bra strap. Her cupped garment slacked when he had chewed through the elastic; then he reached beneath her torso and she felt his clammy fingers grip her thrill-humming titties. He was laying his length on top of her back except his ankles he kept together. She felt the hardness of his prick through his trousers as it rested in the crevice of her asscheeks. His fingers were gently squeezing life and hardness into her tits. He may have looked weak, but he knew how to get her excited. She felt her whole body begin to respond to his hands as he was rubbing his still trousered-prick up and down her ass with a slight rocking motion. Then, he was rising from her body; he pulled the brassiere away and she felt his fingers in the waist band of her panties. These he pulled down and her face burned as the panties stretched across her knes tautly, the whole of her cunt was naked and very widely opened to his eyes.
"Very pretty," he said softly.
She moaned out loud as she felt two fingers thrust into her cunt, he pushed them in really hard and a fiery pain zipped into her, then he was easing his inserted fingers apart. Despite his demeaner, he was powerfully built in the fingers. She felt her cunt passage opening wide and then it was really stretched open. He inserted two more figners of his other hand and she bit hard on her Up when she felt her whole lower area opening up under the direction of his fingers.
"Oooooooooooouch," she yelped when he pulled really hard. Her cunt was moire exposed now than ever it had been and she felt like an expectant mother at a pre-natal clinic. This was what it must feel like to have a baby, she winced!
She was pleased when he withdrew his fingers but she was sorry again immediately. Her asscheeks were being pulled apart and her button asshole was fully revealed by the pressure of his remarkably strong fingers. He opened them even wider until she felt the pressure of the pulling on her asshole. With two fingers, he kept that part of her ass apart, then she felt again, a man's finger stabbing into her slippery ass channel. But this man pushed yet another finger into her ass, and when he wriggled his fingers, she nearly went crazy!
While two fingers stabbed in and out of her wriggling ass, he thrust two more into her wet cunt. She could feel his fingers through the membrane and muscle touching each other and she had the weirdest experience as her body responded to the thrusting hands. Then, he was really going strong. She was thrusting up as hard as her bound feet would let her, her breath was gasping in and out of her body. She thrilled to this new experience and then he took his hands away from her suddenly. She felt the terrible disappointment and void caused by his extraction as he went to a bowl and gently sponged his hands.
Then, as he towelled, Stella watched him over her shoulder while he stripped off his clothes. His body might be insignificant, but her eyes stared in misbelief at his enormous fuck-pole. It didn't match the rest of him! It seemed an enormous muscle of it's own. It was thick and it was long. It was the largest prick she had ever seen. He walked to her and undid the manacles, then she was being turned over.
"My panties, Mr. Simon," she said softly.
He ripped them from her. "Open your legs!"
She just gawped at him as she lay on her back and opened them.
"Wider!"
She pressed down on her knees so that her thighs were really wide apart and he placed his hands on her raised thighs and pressed. Her pelvis came up at the middle as a pain of stabing intensity went through her, she virtually lifted her ass from the bed!
"Take my prick!"
She reached out and held the fantastic cock in her hand. He smiled at her surprise. "Jerk it!"
She played with it softly as his stroked her cunt hair; he tickled the hairy pussy and she thrilled until her cunt became like fire.
"Speak to me, Stella," he said.
"What about?" she smiled hornily.
"About yourself, tell me you are a whore." He pulled himself free of her and and laid between her widely thrusting thighs!"
She was surprised at his words, but when the prick end throbbed against her cunt, she again felt the strange feeling of his body on hers. He gripped his staff and rubbed the end along her cunt lips so that he was stroking her with it like a finger. She moaned.
"Speak to me!"
She looked up into his eyes and saw the belligerence in them.
"Oooooooh . ... yes....please . ... I'll do anything," she told him. Her body was catching fire under the stimulant of his strange treatment.
Stella felt her clitoris getting horny and then her body arched up as he lunged the massive hard prick into her. Her cunt seemed to open wider than it had ever done before, she had never experienced such an opening. He jabbed her well and thoroughly and her head spun happily as he kept the slowly thrusting prick going in and out of her twat.
"Mr. Simon," she gasped, "you are marvelous. I have never had cockie like this before.
Please . ... fuck me....do anything you like with me . ... I am a whore ... ,. you are right. I am your special whore....anything . ... make me do anything . ... I must do everything you tell me. I want to, I have never had anything so marvelous before. I love having you're prick in my cunt ... ooooh yes ... yes . ... harder ... harder ... please....Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Her hands gripped the pillow as her tits thrashed about, her head rolled from one side to the other.
"I am going to treat you like a bag!"
"Yes....yes....anything"
"You are a whore, you know."
"Yes . ... a dirty whore," she gasped. She was surprised that he could remain so apparently detached from it all. He seemed so cool as his dong thrust in and out of her cunt.
"Please . ... please . ... do other things to me . ... make me feel you . ... I beg you!"
One hand reached beneath her straining asscheeks and her ass was being invaded again. She thrust up at him as fingers speared into her rectum, then his other hand came to the front. She gasped as pain mingled with the pleasure; he had gripped several hairs of cunt and was pulling them, hard. It was like a double fire in her body, she had never reached a climax this way before, and yet she wanted every thing that he was doing to her to happen. He was thrusting his fingers harder and harder into her ass as her cunt hair was being pulled tightly and she pleaded for more.
"Beg...." he snapped.
She wept tears of frustrating passion as she begged and pleaded with him. He was a most exacting fucker and she follwed his instructions to the letter, and then some. When she did have an orgasm, .it was the most superb cum she had ever experienced in her life.
He let her shower and then gave her a drink. They smoked and drank in silence and as he sat next to her his hands stroked the soft flesh of her titties.
"We shall have some more fucking."
His voice was just like that, matter-of-fact. She turned her face towards him and felt her mouth kissed by his soft insipid lips, then his hand was again on her tits. He gripped with that brutal superb strength and by manipulating her nipples he was able to move her to her knees on the floor before him. As she knelt, he pinched her nipples hard, she gasped, again he nipped the hard knobs of fleshy nipples. By twisting them in his finger and thumb he was able to make her hotter and hotter. She was enjoying the spice of intimate passion that thrilled through her body, it was a semi-sweet pain that thrilled through her. She was moving her shoulders about as he stroked the smooth flesh of her shapely breasts, then he was gripping them tightly. He twisted them until she realized a shock of pure heated pain.
She was groaning, liking and not liking, confused thoughts mingled in her mind as heat and pain followed each other. Then she saw his rampart prick before her face.
"Lick it!"
And Stella licked, her tongue ran the length of the throbbing erection and her mouth opened wider and wider to allow the entry of his huge prick into her wet warm mouth.
She swallowed his cum and like everything else about him, it was wildly shot into her throat. She seemed to take loads of sperm from his prick and he made sure that her tongue completed the mopping up operation too.
CHAPTER SIX
She did well with Simon. He gave her a good bonus, and she went home in his magnificent car because she had been especially good to him, and because she had to anyway. Stella had a week off. She lazed about in the apartment and chatted during the day with Dianne, her room mate.
"I'm going to the Convention," Dianne said.
"What's that all about?"
"A whole week . ... away . ... and with real Senators and boy, they pay well."
"How many go?"
"Us girls? About Seven"
"Sounds interesting."
"Interesting! The money we make from those parties!"
"I reckon I will have to stay here."
"I doubt if he'll let you go so soon," Dianne said doubtfully.
"No worry. I want to keep on home ground for a while anyway."
Sure enough, in three weeks time, Stella had the apartment to herself. She was returning from shopping and had skin tight pants on that colored her marvelous legs and yet still managed to show them off to advantage. Her sweater, too, caused her tits to be emphasized. She let herself into the apartment and as she turned from the door, she saw the three men sitting there. Her blood froze, one of them she recognized. It was one of the Carfelli brothers!
"Hello Stella, long time no see," he smiled evilly.
"How did you get in here?" she asked. "Easy. We found a key."
"What do you want?"
"We want to show how it does not pay to steal from Tony Carfelli"
"I've paid it back."
"No. Robby Barrister paid it back."
"So, we are square," she said as she looked from one to the other of them.
"Wrong again. We decided that you ought to be taught a lesson, a good lesson, he smiled.
She felt the horror sweep through her body. She had a giddy turn as she went weak in the legs, her eyes misted up as the other two hoods stood up and approached her.
"A real stuck up bitch, this one," Carfelli smiled.
"Is that a fact?" one of the goons smiled.
"Sure is. Too good for us, isn't that so?" She dumbly shook her head. She was going to scream or faint, something had to happen. She knew what this mob did to women, and she was all woman!
She struggled weakly as she felt her arms grabbed. "No . ... no....please ... please," she gasped out as her elbows were pulled hard behind her back. Carfelli smiled evilly, cruelly as she felt his hand spread over the tight material of her slacks. He pressed the palm against the curve of her belly.
"Please, please," her voice was a shuddering whisper of fear . ... her eyes looked up at him. "Anything, I'll do anything," she offered and they knew what she meant and so did she!!!!!
"Tell me some of the things you will do," he teased her, his face mocking.
"Name it," she pleaded.
"Anything?" he mocked.
"Yes," her voice was weak.
"Would you keep your hands like that if the boys let you go?"
"Yes, yes," she promised.
Carfelli nodded towards the goon and she felt her elbows released still feeling the frightening shudders go through her. Stella stood there with her hands free of the front of her body. She stood stock still as hands went up the front of her body under the sweater and then clasped the tight fitting brassiere. She bit her Up in perplexity as she felt his fingers close over the cups of her tits. She felt tingling sensations go through her as the cups were gripped in his hands. He pulled downwards and the straps bit into her shoulders. Something snapped under the pressure of his pulling hands and her tits were bared. His palms closed over them as his eyes took on a crafty, cruel look.
"Lift her sweater."
She stayed there trembling as one of the hoods lifted her sweater to reveal her shredded brassiere and softly pink tits. Her tits rolled perfectly as the bra was pulled from her body to leave the upper half of her superb body naked. Carfelli's eager hands played hell with her tits until they were swollen with hard sexual reaction. He smiled almost unconcerned into her face, then he stepped back. She saw his hand coming. The spank resounded through the room as her tits were smacked with the palm of his hand, first one then the other. She reacted by pulling her hands to her front.
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW PLEEEEEEEEASE . ... PLEASE," she shrieked.
She felt herself again grabbed from behind, her tits thrust forward as her shoulders were forced back. Then, he was spanking them again, slowly, deliberately. Her tits changed to a bright red and she gasped, choked and moaned as the heat of his spanking ripped through her.
"Now the pants."
She stood stupefied as her pants were ripped from her shapely torso. Ashamed, naked and revealing, pleading and humiliated, she stood there in the arms of the gripping hood from behind. He had his knee up into the small of her back and this was causing her to thrust her pelvis forward as was his grip on her arms causing her to thrust her tits out. When Carfelli's hands went down to her bushy pussy she cried out in frustrated anger.
"No.... no.... please....please
....oh no.... you are hurting me.... oooooooouch."
His gripping hands had taken the lips of her soft cunt and pulled them hard. She shrieked again and again as he really tried to do damage. Then, he rammed his fingers into her cunt. She knew that if the character behind her had not been holding her, she would surely have fainted away. Then, Carfelli was slipping his trousers down his legs. He held his massive prick before him and then she was shivering as she responded to his cock raping into her twat.
They dragged her into the bedroom and stretched her lovely body backwards across the bed. As she screamed, they raped her time and time again. They left her sobbing like that for some minutes, only for minutes though! When they returned, they were naked.
"No, leave me alone, please," she moaned.
Carfelli lay on the bed and her relaxed body was hoisted on top of him. She shrieked when her fire-filled cunt was impaled onto his stallion prick.
"OOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAGERR!!"
He flicked her up and down on the hard core of his prick. She was crying out loud, then she was aware of a new experience. One of them was kneeling behind her up thrusting asscheeks. She felt the hard stab into her asshole. Again, Stella shrieked. Her ass seemed to split in two as the brutal bastard pushed his prick deep into the cavity of her body. A strange heated glow started to ripple through her; at first, she did not accept it, then it became like an unscratched itch. It got more and more insistent as her body started to shudder. A fiery ignition seemed to fill her whole body like a tidal wave of thrilling pleasure, the erotic feeling enveloped her. As the heat wave stretched between her legs, she started to co-operate with the pumping motion.
As she bucked up from the prick, so she was stabbed deeper with the hard prick in her ass. It was a wild motion of continous sex, there was no slight break as there would be when a prick was pumping in and out of her cunt. As she withdrew from the front so she was stabbed in the rear. Her body was truly excited now; one of the men seemed to change strokes and both massive pricks were thrusting into her together. The one at the back could feel the prick at the front and she went really crazy. She saw the third man before her and when he minipulated her head so that her lips were inches from his prick, she went into a state of wild deserted reason. Her mouth went down as she felt the prick slipping over her tongue and all semblance of sanity left her. It was the most thrilling and sexually stimulating experience she could possibly ever have. When all three of them shot their sperm into her body, she was like a taughtly held wire.
It was little wonder that she fainted. The whole traumatic experience had been much to much for her. But, before they left that afternoon, they beat her. All three used their belts on her white body. She was tied down on her bed and then her body jerked and quivered as her soft fleshy asscheeks jounced about in response to the terrible punishment they inflicted on her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Robby Barrister was livid when he visited her. He brought the tall negress with him. "I'll kill that bastard, so help me. I'll castrate that prick."
"I can fix this one up," Nina said.
"Good, she'll need months off after this."
"I doubt it," Nina smiled.
"That Carfelli....I'll....I'.... .."
Robby blew his top...."He has a daughter, you know." Nina's voice was crafty.
"So?"
"So, why not have her picked up and brought to my place?" He saw the look in her eyes.
"Careflli's kid? He'd do his dirty work, nothing would be safe around here if anything happened to her!"
"What are you Robby? A man or mouse?"
"I shouldn't let him get away with this," he said in a seething voice.
"Don't then. I've seen the Careflli girl, she's dammed hot stuff and as snooty as hell. Give her to me and I'll have him sorry he ever went back on his work."
Robby was so sore that he did give in. He never was one for a blood battle with women and he left everything to Nina. She was a witch, that bird. She had an unhealthy liking for hurting people and so it was planned. Maria Carfelli was on a shopping spree when she was kidnapped on the crowded street. She found herself bundled mto a car and driven off before she realized what had happened.
"What's going on here?" she snapped.
She saw the tall woman sitting in front and blazed away at her. Nina said nothing. When they were well outside the State limits, Maria had to quiet down, her doe-like eyes still blazing. It was a very deserted road that they drove along and up to the doors of a uninhabited house. "Out" Nina snapped.
"I shall not," Maria snapped back.
Nina loved arguments, she felt a lot of satisfaction in her ultimate victory!
"I said....OUT!"
"And I don't take orders from stinking blacks?"
Beneath her deep-tanned skin, Nina went red. She knew that a reference was going to be made about her color, this girl was the type!!!!
"Honey child, you are going to be sorry, very sorry," she whispered in an angry hiss. Nina came from the front of the car and opened the door of the back. Maria struggled and fought like a tigeress, her shapely legs kicked out and even caught the unprepared Nina in the shin.
"Bitch," she yelled.
Neither of the attendent men made any offer to join in. The scrap was going along marvelously, then, Nina's hand found a soft tit cradled in the girl's brassiere and she squeezed hard.
"Shriieeeeeeeeeek ... OOOOOOOOOOOOWERCH."
"That's better, now the other one."
As the girl reached up for the grasping hand, her other breast was grabbed.
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW.... .NOOOOOO," she yelped.
Nina dragged her from the car and then delievered a neat uppercut to the point of her delectable chin. Maria went glassy-eyed but did not pass out. Her dizzy mind registered that she was being led into the house; she stumbled and fell up the wide stair case and then a door was being opened. She was thrust inside the room and pushed to a single bed. She slumped loosely onto the blankets and they left her there. She shook her head and held her hands to her throbbing breasts. That nigger bitch, she thought, she'd teach her a thing or two.
Maria Carfelli was a very attractive brunette, her thickly rich and dark curls showed her Latin origin. Her exquisite body was like marble and as she sat shuddering on the bed she looked around to see how best she could get out of this awful place. Then the door opened.
"So . ... you've woken up"
Nina locked the door behind her and approached the bed. Maria's eyes blazed hate, then she narrowed her eyes as she saw the thin stick the black woman was carrying.
"You aim to argue?" Nina's voice was like ice as she smiled crookedly.
"Let....let me get out," Maria said softly.
At the sight of the powerful negress, Maria seemed to lose all taste for fight. She was in the opposition's ground now and she knew that it would be difficult to find her. She recalled hearing the car drive away and she knew that she was alone with the negress. She was determined to put some sort of a show though. Her eyes studied the tall frame of Nina. Somewhere in that body there had to be a weak spot. She lunged forward suddenly, her fist balled into a hard knot and it went straight towards the solar plexus region, but it never landed. Nina laughed easily as she parried the onrushing girl's fist. She gripped the hand, twisted and then Maria felt a stab of pain go through her shoulder.
"OW . ... OW . ... PLEASE . ... OW ... MY SHOULDER....PLEASE . ... YOU ARE BREAKING MY ARM."
"I'll break you're neck you white-livered bag," Nina sneered in contempt.
Maria had to remain doubled over, there was nothing she could do while her wrist was jammed up her back and the black bitch was thrusting it up all the time.
"Please," she gasped.
"Take your time honey," Nina hissed viciously.
Nina settled herself on the edge of the bed, still holding the girl's wrist. Maria gasped angrily as she felt herself being pulled over the negress's lap.
"No.... no" she shrieked when she felt the taut muscles pushing into her belly.
Like a puppet, Nina controlled her. It was easy with such a grip on the girl's wrist to ease her right over her knees. Slowly, she got the girl into position.
"Take your panties down."
"Never," the girl spat.
A pain shrieked through her shoulders as Nina jerked the wrists again.
"OW.... ow.... ow.... please!"
"You have a free hand, take them down" Nina was enjoying this. She felt the girl's body beneath her tense.
"I....I can't!"
"We'll see."
The girl shrieked in pure agony as the terrible negress very deliberately pushed the arm to the end of it's endurance. Maria was screaming in pain, it was too awful. Anything was better than having her sinews stretched like this, anything.
"Alright, alright!"
"Take them down, then"
Nina smiled and eased off slightly. She watched in sheer cruel delight as the girl reached around behind her. The miniskirt rode up the lovely legs and then Nina watched as the girl struggled with her briefs. Soon, pink cheeks of Maria's ass were displayed as she pushed the panties down her thighs. She felt the terrible and acute embarrassment go through her. Her face burned as she felt the cool air of the room fanning over her skin tight ass.
"That's better," Nina smiled.
She placed her hand on the silky skin, her grip strengthened on the wrist. She pushed the panties right down, all the way and there was no complaint from Maria. Not even when her skirt was lifted well off her ass. She felt her front pressing agains the material of a lame dress. She waited; the pain in her arm was now down to a throbbing ache. When Nina's hand stroked over the delightfully smooth flesh, she smiled widely when she saw the asscheeks pull tight together.
Maria jumped and shrieked as each slap landed on her ass, first one cheek then the other. Alternatively she responded as each asscheek was spanked hard. Then Nina had finished. The thighs had kicked about as the spanking had taken place and now the girl was sobbing dry-eyed as she felt hands being familiar with the crevice of her ass, straight down the soft asshole, then on again to the soft membranes of the shapely folded cunt lips. Maria was shuddering now. Her whole body was alive and she didn't want it to be. She was responding as tickling fires rippled over her cunt. Again, the fingers went inside her slit and again she felt the heat responding to the letcherous caresses.
Nina was a most patient woman when it came to handling another person. She slowly stroked the widely displayed cunt. There was a silence of expectation in the room now. Her fingers were rubbing up and down the shapely cunt and the girl across her lap was making no noise at all. Nina was not sure whether the girl was angrily silent or expectantly silent! Nina started to increase the pressure. She smiled when she saw the thighs, so perfectly shaped, open a little. She found the throbbing muscle of the girl's clitoris and rubbed the delicate head gently. Maria gasped openly then, a small moaning noise came from her mouth.
"Your liking it, aren't you?"
"Stop it, please stop it."
The voice came out in a sobbing pleading voice. Nina could wait! She placed another finger into the wet groove of the shamed girl's cunt and rubbed for some time. The legs were well parted by now. Maria could not help herself, her legs opened wider by the minute, her head was filled with crazy thoughts. Never had her cunt been so thoroughly stroked and caressed.
"Now how do you feel?"
Maria was already half way to the crest of the erotic cum. She was no longer in command. She felt a mouth cover over her cunt, she thrust up at the urgent tongue. Her ass thrust high into the air and then she felt shivers of delight going through her body as Nina thrust her tongue deep into the hot wet channel.
Maria had never experienced anything like this. She had sunk to her knees, her ass was high in the air, her head down to the floor. Nina had placed herself behind her so that she could thrust her well-practiced tongue in and out of the fleshy juices of Maria's cunt.
As the tongue fucked in and out of her body, Maria felt that it was the longest thing she had ever experienced. It went in and then wriggled about furiously. She was gasping and groaning, then Nina stood up and looked down at the thrusting red ass.
She reached forward with her fingers and stroked the well-exposed cunt lips. Maria whooshed the air into her body.
"Ooooooh....yes.... yes" she had to admit at last that she was enjoying this tongue fucking of her twat.
"More?"
"Yes....yes . ... pleeeease!"
"Even from a dirty nigger girl?"
"Yes. I'm sorry for what I said."
"Later, later you will be."
"Yes....yes . ... I deserve it....I shall do whatever you say to make it up to you."
Nina was smiling happily. She lifted the girl easily and was pleased with the sparkling eyes. The girl was really enjoying all this.
"Strip little girl." she smiled.
Trembling, dizzy with thrilling lust, Maria removed her dress. She stripped down to the skin and her shapely tits tilted upwards just right so that the nipples pointed towards the ceiling. They were out and they were hard. Then Nina told her to lay on the bunk and it was easy after that. Nina slowly covered the trembling thighs with her kissing mouth. Every where on the girl's body was covered with her burning kisses. The girl pleaded for more and more, she squirmed, she pleaded and she had a fantastic orgasm. She pledge herself to Nina, it was easy to get in touch with her father to tell him that she was alright and then naked, she returned to the bedroom and faced the seated Nina.
"I'm all your's. Anything you want!"
"Just kneel there." Maria slipped to her knees before the proudly seated Nina.
"Now, offer me that stick!"
On her knees, Maria did just that. She held the springy wood towards the dominant Nina.
"And.... ..?" Nina asked.
Maria told her, Maria pleaded for it, and Maria got it!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It took some weeks for Stella to completely get over the shock of what had happened to her body, but get over it she did. She realized that it had been a fantastic experience and she knew that she was a first class call girl now. She earned her money and she retired early from the 'Call' game.
In her bungalow on Long Island one night, as she was sitting reminiscing and wondering who to visit, she heard the door bell chime.
"Got time for an old friend"
"Mr. Simon," she gasped. She felt the strange thrills go through her as the weak-chinned man came in. She felt the tingling go through her as she remembered his enormous prick.
"I have missed you, and you are prettier than ever," he smiled sadly.
"Everybody has to retire sometime," she smiled.
"But not so young."
"I got out while the going was good." But she was strangely delighted to meet him for the evening. They chatted and then he was looking at her with his sad eyes.
"Would you like to stay?" she asked archly.
"I would prefer you to come to my place."
"Not tonight," she argued, "but you can stay here with me," she said. It was odd that she had not liked him at first, not until he had slipped that immense prick into her cunt. And, having once had that enormous cock, she would always want it. They stood in the center of the bedroom, each one undressing the other.
Naked, proud and pleased, she went to her knees, her eyes showing her thrilled pleasure at the size of his fuck pole.
"A marvelous prick," she whispered.
As her hands stroked up and down titilating him, he looked down sadly. "I shall never be able to call you my special whore again," he said sadly.
"Oh, yes you will, because that is all I am, a whore. And I'm your very own special whore! And always will be.
She could say no more, her mouth closed over the full throbbing mass of his prick and they once more experienced everything they had done that first night they had met.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
It was a terrible or a glorious day depending on how you looked at it. From the weather point of view it was terrible, because it had been raining and still was raining; but glorious because I was on my way to collect my superb black, shiny heavyweight, rubber mackintosh that I had ordered a week before. I arrived at the Rubleat Showrooms and was shown into the waiting Room. I was told that I would be kept waiting only a few moments while my order was located and brought to the fitting room.
A few moments later the assistant entered and asked me.
"We have a valued lady customer in one of the fitting rooms who wished an unbiased opinion on her new rubber mackintosh that she had ordered from us. I wonder whether you would be kind enough to provide that opinion?"
"Certainly," I replied, "I would be only too pleased to help."
The assistant led me through to the fitting rooms where she tapped on one of the doors.
"Come in," called out a voice.
We entered the room, I stopped dead still in my tracks at the sight that I saw. My heart started to pound in a way that it never had before.
"This gentleman has offered to give an opinion that you want, Miss Marvane," said the assistant to the beautiful apparition that was standing before me.
"Why, that's very kind of you Mr.-?" replied the girl.
"Don Sanderson," I replied, hesitantly, still amazed at the sight before me.
"My name is Jennifer Marvane," she said smilingly. "What do you think of this outfit? Does it suit me?"
I paused for a few moments to take her in. She was terrific. She was about 5ft 8" in height and had a sexy, voulptous figure. She was dressed in a flame-red rubber latex mackintosh, and a pair of high-heeled, knee-high, flame-red leather boots. The broad belt of the mackintosh had been fastened tightly about her slender waist which made this part of her figure appear all the more slender. The mackintosh was fixed high and closely about her throat and neck and she wore the high collar right up so that it framed her face. She was the most exciting thing that I had ever seen.
"Did you have any doubts about how you look in that mackintosh?" I said. "With titties like yours you would look terrific in anything, and that's not idle flatter either, Miss Marvane."
"Jennifer, please," she replied. 'Thank you for the compliment, and for taking the trouble to come, Don."
"No trouble at all Jennifer," I replied. "I would have been disappointed not to have seen you. That's a splendid mackintosh and you look very attractive."
"I didn't really have any serious doubts about it," she said. "I am lucky enough to have a very comprehensive wardrobe of rubber and leather clothes, and am not really happy unless I am wearing clothes made of them."
"You're lucky," I responded. "I have just been measured for my first heavyweight mackintosh in smooth black rubber latex. Perhaps you would be kind enough to give me your experienced opinion on how it suits me?"
"Why, I would love to," she returned warmly. "I'll just slip these boots and the mackintosh off and get them packed up and then I'll put my street clothes on and come and join you."
I returned to the waiting room and a few moments later another assistant spoke to me.
"If you would like to step this way, Mr. Sanderson, your mackintosh is waiting for you."
I went along to another of the fitting rooms where up on a hanger on one other walls was the glossiest black shiny-rubber mackintosh that I had ever seen. The assistant took it down and helped me to put it on. I buckled the belt tightly about my waist and" fastened the studs. I turned the high collar up and looked at myself in a full length mirror. I looked quite good. Just then there was a quiet tap on the door and Jennifer came in. She was dressed in a mauve leather coat, patent high-heeled shoes and dark nylon stockings. Again the belt of her coat had been tightly drawn about her waist so that her titties jutted out bursting against the smooth leather that fitted over them.
"How do I look?" I questioned.
"Not too bad," she replied. "But you have a bit to learn about buckling a belt. You must have it really tight and the folds must be kept at the sides so that the back and the front present a smooth unbroken line of rubber."
She slackened my belt for me and adjusted the folds of my mackintosh before tightening it again.
"There, that's what I mean!" she said. "You wear the mack with much more flair now. Put on a pair of knee boots in glossy black rubber and you will make a companion that I would just love to be with in the rain."
I said to the assistant:
"Have you a pair of boots in my size?"
"I think so, Mr. Sanderson," she replied "I'll just go and see."
A couple of minutes later she returned carrying not a pair of knee boots but a pair of gleaming thigh length ones.
"We haven't a pair of knee length boots in your size at the moment sir," she said, "but I have the first pair of a newly designed thigh boot especially for the rubber conscious male. Perhaps you would care to try them on?"
I took off my mackintosh and shoes and slipped the thigh boots on, pulling them well up my legs before fastening them. Then I put my mackintosh back on again and looked at myself in the mirror. I could have withstood the heaviest downpour in this outfit.
"Why, Don, you look perfect in your rubber clothes," said Jennifer enthusiastically. 'The boots and the mack together are wonderful."
"They do look pretty good, I must admit" I said. "How much are the boots," I said to the assistant.
"Fifteen dollars, Mr. Sanderson," she replied.
"Alright-will you please pack them with the mackintosh?"
I put my shoes back on again and got ready to leave.
"I must thank you for your help Jenny," I said, to my new friend. "Have you time to spare for a cup of coffee?"
"Why surely, Don," she replied smiling at me. "We can talk about rubber and leather and also find out more about each other."
We left the Rubleat Salon and made our way to a small coffee bar. Here we chatted for about twenty minutes or so, talking as Jenny had suggested about rubber and leather and ourselves.
"We must meet again," I said as we rose from the table.
"Mmm-yes we must," replied Jenny. "I'll tell you what-having talked to you I know that you are a true lover of rubber and leather-why not come and spend an evening with me at my flat? Then I could show you lots of my rubber and leather clothes."
"I would love to do that," I responded. "When would it be convenient to come?"
"What about next Friday evening?" asked Jenny.
"That would be alright with me," I said. "Seven O'Clock then," she continued. "No. 11 Malvern Court, Needham Road, Hampstead. It's the top flat so we shall not be disturbed."
As I helped her into a cab she smiled once more and said:
"Until next Friday then."
I looked after the cab as it moved off down the street. Indeed, Friday evening just couldn't get here quickly enough, I thought. But, when the day did come, it came with rain. It showed no signs of stopping so I put my new black rubber mackintosh and thigh-length, rubber boots, for my visit to the lovely Jennifer Marvane.
I found Needham Road quite easily and a few minutes after 7.00 p. m. I was pressing the bell of No. 11 Malvern Court. The door was opened to me by an attractive maid. She wore a close-fitting, short-skirted dress of smooth black leather, black high heeled patent leather shoes and thigh length black open work hose.
"My name is Sanderson," I said. "I believe that Miss Marvane is expecting me."
"Oh yes, Mr. Sanderson," replied the maid. "Please come in won't you? My mistress is expecting you."
I entered the hall and the maid helped me off with my mackintosh and boots.
"Isn't is a dreadful night, Mr. Sanderson," she said as she tugged at my boots in order to get them off. "But I don't think that it would worry you wearing these," and she indicated my mack and boots.
I agreed with her and she showed me into the living room.
"Please make yourself comfortable," she continued. "My mistress will join you in a few moments. She is just finishing dressing."
I sat down on a leather padded and covered couch and looked briefly about the room. It was very well furnished and decorated-very ultramodern and fashionable. The lighting was such as to give the room a sumptuous and very intimate atmosphere. And then Jennifer Marvan came into the room.
I shot to my feet in surprise for I never expected that a girl could look quite so ravishing. She was dressed in a pair of the highest-heeled, knee-length, black patent leather boots, and black glace kid leather ladies riding breeches that really showed off her asscheeks completely with crack. On the upper half of her torso she wore an 'off-the-shoulder' style blouse in glittering gleaming silver lame that really hugged her huge tits.
"Why, hello Don," she said "I'm so glad that you could come. Can I get you a drink?"
"A whiskey and ginger please," I replied, not taking my eyes off her sumptuous body as she slowly teetered over to the cocktail cabinet. I studied her gorgeously attired frame while she mixed the drinks. She was fully aware of this and altered her stance from time to time so that I could appreciate the different facets of her glamourously clad body.
When she had poured the drinks she walked slowly towards me-it would have impossible for her to walk quickly in those high heels. She had adjusted the top of her blouse so that the upper slopes of her knockers were exposed to view. In this way, her nipples were only just covered by the scintallating silver lame. She motioned me back towards the couch where we sat down next to one another.
"Here's to an enjoyable evening," she said smiling dazzingly.
"I have no doubt about that," I replied.
We sipped at our drinks while I continued to look at my beautiful companion.
"You really play havoc with a fellow's blood pressure wearing an outfit like that," I said to her as I slipped an arm around her slender lame and leather-covered waist.
She pushed some tresses of her long blonde hair away from her face and nestled up to me. Her perfume sent my senses reeling.
"Do I?" she answered huskily. "I certainly feel exciting wearing this outfit of leather and lame. They are ideal clothes for lounging in. However, for pure bliss there is nothing to beat smooth pure rubber."
I would like to see you in another outfit of rubber," I replied.
"But then, if I wear, rubber, so must you," she countered. "It wouldn't be fair if only one of us was wearing it."
I have only got my mackintosh and boots," I said. "Will that be enough?"
"Oh, heavens no," she exclaimed. "When I wear rubber in the seclusion of my flat, I generally wear it all over. Anyway, I always have a range of rubber of clothes for my friends as well myself. But before we put these rubber clothes on, we must have our bodies specially prepared. Come along to the bathroom and I will explain."
I helped Jenny get up from the couch, and with my arm about her waist to steady her she teetered along to the bathroom.
"First of all, you have to fill the bath with the warmest water. Get into it and scrub yourself with a friction brush. Then dry yourself and slip on this pair of rubber trunks. Then come next door and I will give you a session with the electric stimulator. This will massage your skin until it is tingling with sensitivity and your body yearning to be dressed in skin tight rubber."
I followed her instructions and had a hot bath, dried myself and pulled on the closely fitting rubber trunks. Then with a silk dressing gown and slippers I was taken by Jenny to her "Preparation Room." Here, all the way around it were cupboards full of the most marvelous leather, rubber, lame and satin clothes.
"I think a nice heavyweight one piece suit in smooth shiny black rubber latex will be just the job for you, Don darling," said Jenny.
My exciting girlfriend took a few quick measurements and then went to one of the cupboards from which she took a really heavyweight looking one piece suit with a high neck and tight fitting sleeves. She also took a pair of elbow length gloves, a pair of thigh length boots and finally a full length cloak with hood attached.
"Here feel them," she said. "Don't they look so thrilling and exciting?"
Indeed, I had to agree with her that these rubber clothes were most compelling even more so when she had massaged me with the electric stimulator.
Then Jenny dusted me all over with talcum powder and also the inside of my suit that I was to wear. Then, bit by bit, the skin tight fitting suit was fitted over me. My feet and legs first of all-then my hips and waist-my arms and my torso unti it was fitting about my neck very highly. The zip was then closed up at the back and I heard a slight 'click' and Jenny then said.
"I have locked you suit at the back, and that means of course that you cannot take it off unless I give you the key. When I dress I will ask you to lock me in my suit and then we are completely dependent on one another if we wish to remove our rubber clothes. That's rather excitiing don't you think?"
Then the gloves were pulled on over my hands and arms, and my boots were fitted on over my feet and drawn up my legs as far as they would go. The rubber fitted very tightly against my skin and it's constant pressure was most stimulating, espcecially over my prick and balls.
"Isn't it so thrilling to be dressed in skintight fitting rubber?" asked Jenny. "One feels so stimulated, don't you think?"
"It's terrific Jenny," I said. "I never knew that I would be made to feel like this. How glad I am to have met you."
Jenny smoothed her hands over my rubber-covered chest and murmured, "Mmmm, Don darling, dressed as you are I could go for you in a big way. But I, too, must dress in rubber. I cannot stand here and look at you clothed in the most exciting of all materials-I, too, must put on rubber."
I returned to the living room, while Jenny got ready in flashing, body-pulsating rubber. I lazed on the leather couch for almost an hour looking through albums of photographs of Jenny dressed in all sorts of rubber and leather clothes. She looked most provocative and thrilling in them.
An hour later she reappeared, and again I was amazed at the transformation. She was clad perfectly in the smoothest outfit of black rubber latex. She wore a one piece suit of rubber together with thigh-length high heeled boots, shoulder length gloves and a full length rubber cloak over her arm.
"Well Don," she said in her huskiest voice, "What do you think of me now?"
She stood for few seconds posing for me with her hands on her hips, before she started to walk towards me slowly and very provocatively. She looked as though she were covered in a black rubber skin, so closely did her suit fit. She slipped easily into my rubber covered arms as I kissed her. I smoothed my hands all over her super-smooth, rubber-suited figure. She looked terrific and I said so.
"I wonder," she said when she eventually broke away from my grasp," whether you have the weekend free? Because if you have I wonder whether you would like to come and spend it at a rather exclusive rubber club to which I belong. I can always take a boy or girlfriend along as a guest or as a prospective member."
"I should love to come," I answered. "Anywhere I can be close to you in rubber!"
"Well then, shall we put our cloaks on?" she replied.
This we did and I was surprised at how heavy they were; but they were tremendously thrilling over our already rubber suited figures. The swish of the lower half of the cloak against my legs was most stimulating. Jennifer looked absolutely splendid. She twirled and pirouetted in front of me just to see how much she could make her rubber cloak gleam.
She led me stealthily out of her flat and down to her garage where she kept a smart-looking red-painted sportcar. We got in and settled ourselves. Out into the wet blustery night we went with cascades of rain beating down on our lovely flashing rubber cloaks.
Jenny drove for about an hour or so until we had left London far behind and were now motoring along some narrow lanes in North Lucks. We eventually came to a large house after having motored slowly up a winding drive.
A hooded figure came forward to greet us. Jennifer said who she was and that she had brought a guest with her and that she woud like to see Madame Saruba.
We were led into the house which furnished and decorated in rubber and leather. We were escorted along several corridors to the private room of Madame. We entered to see a woman of about forty years of age, heavily made up and dressed severely in black leather.
"Madame Saruba," said Jenny, "may I introduce Mr. Don Sanderson. I would like to have him stay the weekend and propose him for membership to the club."
"Delighted to meet you, Mr. Sanderson," replied Madame Saruba. "Please sit down and take off your cloaks. I trust that you had a thrilling ride here-it certainly looks as if you did. That's better-now let me tell you something about the Club, Mr. Sanderson."
"It is an extremely exclusive one for those who enjoy wearing clothes made of rubber and leather and any other shiny material. Occasionally we have what we call our 'Show' where members can call upon fellow members to provide their bodies for any little experiment, so long as it is not fatal, that they like. It is indeed a regulation of membership that members must comply with a request of the use of their body when asked. It is no use denying that these experiments can be very painful, but we have a well equipped nursing home which takes care of the more seriously affected. Basically, these experiments stem from the olden day tortures and we have an extensive range of instruments and machines. These are not necessarily reserved for our 'Shows'. Members can make their own arrangements to use them during their stay here. We also have exclusive living rooms and bedrooms of unusual and unique design. Of course clothes of leather and rubber must be worn at all times and we have ample facilities to maintain members bodies at the very highest peak of sensitivity. Jennfier is one of our loveliest members and I am sure that she will show you the full range of our facilities."
"Thank you Madame Saruba," I replied. "I look forward tremendously to my weekend here."
Jenny and I then left Madame's private study to be met by the assistants.
"We must be prepared for supper and then afterwards will come the 'show'," said Jenny. "Karla will look after you and show you to a changing room where you can be properly prepared. I'll come and call for you and then we can go along to the Cocktail Lounge for a little while."
I followed Karla to a changing room where she and another assistant helped me to strip. She supervised my bathing, drying and massage, at the end of which I was tingling all over.
I was then dressed in a mauve slipper satin shirt with a high neck and tighly buttoned sleeves, black leather riding boots and breeches. I was left waiting for Jenny to call.
When she knocked and entered, I was again amazed at the way she was clad. She looked marvelous. She had been dressed in a sheath-styled evening gown of jet black leather. The gown was high necked and sleeveless. Down the right hand side there was a thigh-length slit which when she moved revealed her shapely legs and feet encased in a beautifully smooth pair of black leather, thigh-length boots with stilt heels. On her hands and arms she wore a close fitting pair of shoulder length gloves also of black leather. She walked slowly towards me.
"Hello, Don darling," she said. "Do you like the change?"
"What do you think?" I replied, as I drew her leather clad figure to mine.
"The gown and the boots are rather fascinating together," she continued, smoothing her leather gloved hands over the top of her boots.
"Let's go to the Cocktail Lounge and then I can introduce you to some of the Club members."
Jennifer wasn't able to walk very quickly as the heels of her boots were high, so with one leather gloved arm holding onto me for support, we made our way along several corridors until we reached the Cocktail lounge.
Inside the Lounge there must have been about a dozen or so members busily chatting and drinking. Jenny led me over to the bar where I got ourselves a drink. This was served to us by a shapely girl barmaid clad in revealing golden slipper satin. What gorgeous tits and ass she had!
We went over to a group of people where Jenny introduced me.
"Hello, everbody," she said, flashing her friends one of those dazzling smiles, "I would like you to meet Don Sanderson."
I was introduced to David Geary, Myrna Swayling, Barbara Tordon, and Cynthia Bondson.
"All this rubber and leather must be terribly new to you," said Barbara to me.
"Yes indeed," I agreed, "but it is all so very exciting."
Barbara herself, looked pretty exciting. She wore a full length evening gown of glittering silver lame, with tight sleeves, high neck, and a thigh length slit, which revealed her legs clad in knee-length, high-heeled boots of black, patent leather.
I looked at the other two girls, Myrna and Cynthia. Both were extremely shapely and dressed to raise one's blood pressure. Myrna was clad in a cocktail dress of clinging flame red slipper satin. I had never seen a dress fit anyone quite so tightly. It was an 'off-the-shoulder' style dress and certainly exposed the upper slopes of her knockers. She also wore long, shoulder length flame red slipper satin gloves over her hands and arms, and high heeled, flame-red patent leather shoes on her feet. She was a tall girl-almost 6 feet I would have said.
Cynthia was a gorgeous red head and she wore emerald green which showed off the color of her hair perfectly. She was clad in emerald green kid leather, 'Avenger' style tunic, tight fitting slacks, which showed off her ass to perfection, and high heeled boots of knee length.
"You are lucky to have been brought here." said Myrna. "It is a splendid Club and the only place where I can really look good in either rubber or leather."
"I feel so helpless in some of my outfits," butted in Barbara. "You may not think so but it's quite wonderful to be left helpless in one of the dungeons. The slave of our clothes."
"You would look even more attractive then than you do now," I responded gallantly.
"Why, thank you," returned Barbara. "Perhaps I shall be able to give to you the opportunity of seeing me like that before the week end is over."
"I look forward to that very much," I said meaningly.
David Geary was talking to Jenny.
"Have you brought any interesting clothes lately?"
"Nothing original," she replied. "I have got rather a close fitting flame red smooth rubber mackintosh with leather boots to match. That is how I came to meet Don here."
"That I can well imagaine," returned David.
We chatted for a few more minutes before the barmaid rang a bell and said:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time in half an hour for dinner. Will those members who are not correctly attired care to go to their dressing rooms and change? Thank you."
Jenny and I were apparently correctly dressed and it was only David, Myrna, in her flame red slipper satin cocktail dress, and Cynthia, in her green leather outfit who had to slip away and change.
When dinner was served we all made our way to the Dining Room. I was very conscious of my lovely companions, Jenny on my left arm, and the silver-lamed Barbara on my right.
We sat down at a table for six, and I was introduced to the other two members who sat with us. There were John Talben, Julia Ramsay and Geraldine Maynard. John like myself wore the male attire of satin shirt, leather riding breeches and boots. The girls, however, had limitless possibilities in which to vary their dress. Julia was wearing a full length evening gown of golden kid leather. It was a unique creation slashed to her waist down her front which left the inner sides of her shapely titties with little if any covering. The gown was 'hobble' styled and so she had been able to take only the smallest steps in her golden, patent leather, high heeled shoes. She was an 'all golden girl' because she had been made up with golden colored lipstick, powder, and fingernail polish. Her hair was golden blonde and hung delightfully about her shoulders. Geraldine Maynard was exotically clad in a royal-blue, slipper-satin evening gown. It was high necked and sleeveless, and over her hands and arms she had had drawn a close fitting pair of shoulder length royal blue slipper satin gloves. On her feet she wore a high heeled pair of knee-length, blue patent leather boots which could be seen through the thigh length slit down the right and side of her gown when she moved her slender legs.
The meal was expertly served by shapely waitresses, clad in brief leather costumes. These waitresses seem to have been chosen for the quantity of shapely tits they could reveal when they bent forward to serve. Our three new aquaintences were quite congenial and good chatter was kept up through out the meal.
At then end of the meal Madame Saruba stood up and said, "I need not say how delighted I am to see so many members here tonight as well as two prospective members. As you well know, it is our tradition to hold our 'Show' after dinner and this will commence in one hour from now. I trust that will give you all time to get your most novel and exciting rubberwear on. I look forward to seeing you all in one hour from now, in the 'Show' Chamber."
Everyone got up from their tables and left for their dressing rooms. Once inside my own, two assistants stripped off my satin shirt, leather breeches and boots. I was dusted in talcum powder and then dressed in a one piece suit of the smoothest brown rubber, thigh length boots and shoulder length gloves.
Over all this was draped a full length cloak of smooth heavyweight brown rubber. The cloak had a hood which was drawn up over my head. I felt terribly stimulated by the close fitting rubber. I smoothed my rubber gloved hands all over my suited figure noticing that the slightest movement made the rubber of my cloak crinkle and gleam.
I was still admiring myself in a full length mirror when there was a tap at the door and Jenny entered. She looked absolutely splendid. She was clad in form-fitting, black rubber. She, too, wore a one piece suit, thigh length boots and shoulder-length gloves as well as a full length cloak which covered all of her other delectable clothes.
"Hello, Don darling," she said. "Isn't it wonderful to be dressed in rubber once again? Come on, let's go down to the Show chamber." We walked slowly along the corridors and down the steps that led to the chamber. As we entered, we were asked to remove our cloaks and this we did. Jenny led me to a seat in the front row.
"We must sit in the front here so that I can propose you for membership," she said.
One by one, all the other Club members filled into the chamber and took their seats. Everyone was clad in rubber, some of the girls outstandingly so.
Madame Saruba mounted the small raised dais before a heavy drape which cut off a section of the chamber. She was magnificently dressed in flame-red rubber, and was heavily made up.
"Now we come to the weekend's highlight," she said. "But before we start out 'Show' we have two new members to introduce. Will their proposers name them please."
Jennifer got up and said, "I wish to nominate Mr. Don Sanderson for membership of the Rubber and Leather Club."
I was asked to stand up so that all of the members could see me.
Then another male member rose and said, "It is my delight to propose for membership of our Club Miss Hazel Sonning."
Hazel stood up and smiled at everbody. She was splendidly clad in a brown smooth shiny rubber one piece suit, thigh length high heeled boots and shoulder length gloves. She looked gorgeous.
"Thank you members. We deem that Don Sanderson and Hazel Sonning are now members of the R & L Club," said Madame. 'The Show will be one of three parts and we have three members who are going to show us their experiments on three fellow members."
Susan Daleman rose from her seat and joined Madame Saruba on the dais. The drape behind them was drawn aside to the reveal the hidden portion of the chamber. It was set out as an authentic looking Torture Chamber.
Susan clapped her hands and two assistants escorted John Talben into the Chamber and on the dais. He was dressed in black rubber with arms strapped behind his back.
"John's usually such a masterful man," said Susan, "but at the moment he doesn't feel quite so masterful, and it is going to be my aim to make him completely helpless and entirely dependent on my will. I think that the Pillory Post is the place for him."
The horizontal bar of the Pillory Post was unlocked and split in half. John's neck and wrists were fitted into the open holes. The upper half of the bar was relocked making him a prisoner. Susan and the assistants then lashed his legs together, and then the girl fitted a black leather ball gag into his mouth so that he could not cry out. Then the height of the horizontal bar was adjusted until his toes were barely touching the floor.
"Are you comfortable John darling?" hissed Susan, as she slapped him hard across his face. "You can't do anything to help yourself can you?" she continued. "You are completely in my power and you must accustom your mind to that. That's right struggle-you won't be able to get free and you will only cause pain to your body."
Susan altered the height of the horizontal bar several times causing more and more discomfort to John Talben. After about twenty minutes of being pilloried, John was released and taken out of the Chamber.
"Thank you, Susan," said Madame Saruba. "That is one way of keeping your 'Man' in subjection. Now, I believe that you have something to show us Cynthia Bondoson."
Cynthia rose to her feet. She looked absolutely terrific. She was clad in green rubber and her considerable titties, ass and cunt-curves were high-lighted in a very revealing fashion. She walked slowly on to the dais and clapped her hands and said, "Bring the subject in!"
Two assistants then brought another girl into the Chamber. This was Julia Farndon. Her arms were bound behind her back as she was dragged up on to the dais. Cynthia approached her and said to the audience of members, "Julia has complained to me that she didn't think that she had big enough titties. Personally, I think that it's most adequate at 40 inches. But never let it be said that I don't try and help a fellow member of the Club. So we will see whether we can improve on her tit measurements."
Julia was strapped and fastened to a curved post so that her fascinating figure was arched outwards. She was dressed in really tight fitting black rubber suit, boots, gloves and discipline helmet. Cynthia, with a pair of sharp scissors, deftly cut holes in Julia's suit so that her lovely knockers appeared through them. Cynthia then fixed a contrivance of chains and circular rings about Julia's breasts, so that the skin of them was strained out tight once they had been correctly adjusted.
Then Cynthia brought out of another box of more chains, clips and weights. About two feet in front of the strapped Julia there was a wooden board supported by a wooden post. This board was fixed at breast level. Fixed to this board were two pully wheels. Link chains with weight holders fastened to one end were then passed over the pulley wheels. Then serated spring clips were fastened over Julia's nipples once Cynthia had stimulated and hardened them by teasing and tweaking them. A shudder of anguish passed through Julia's lovely body as she felt the sharp jaws of the clips bite into the soft and yielding skin and flesh. Then the link chains were fixed to the spring clips. Weights were then slotted onto the weight holders. This, of course, had a ghastly effect on poor Julia's titties, stretching them out further and further the more weight that were put on. Since she wore a discipline helmet she was unable to cry out. So the experiment went on. I wondered whether her nipples would be torn away, but Cynthia was far too cunning to let that happen. She just played with poor Julia to see how much she could endure. A special delight was to take the weights in her hands and lift them up and then suddenly let them go again so that the full force of the weights was thrust agonizingly onto Julia's clipped nipples.
We watched this experiment for about half an hour before Cynthia had Julia released and dragged away out of the Chamber.
"Thank you Cynthia," said Madame Saruba.
"I'm sure that Julia Farndon will be satisfied with whatever tit measurement that she had now don't you? Now I shall ask Jimmie Raven to explain to us his experiment."
Jimmie Raven stepped up on to the dais. First of all he showed us his apparatus which was made of wood and metal. Two metal posts three feet apart had in between them a metal shell in the shape of a very curvaceous girl. This shell was split in half to reveal a rubber padded interior with leather straps by which to secure a victim to the rear half so that the front could be brought over and locked securely in position. The shell was fastened in between the posts by a rod so that it revolved when worked by an electric motor.
"This instrument is not only for dizzy blondes," said Jimmie, "because I guarantee that it will make anybody dizzy after only a few seconds of being inside it. To prove my point, I am going to have the lovely Angela Loring enclosed in the shall and spun around for a while."
This gorgeous girl was then brought into the Chamber. She was thrillingly attired in virgin white rubber. She wore a high necked 'Avenger' type tunic, very tight fitting slacks, gloves and knee length high-heeled boots. The assistants quickly but methodically fitted a white rubber discipline helmet over her startled but very pretty features. She was forced back into the shell and the leather straps were tightened over her rubber covered body pinioning her securely in it. Then the front half of the shell was locked in position making her a complete prisoner inside. The small electric motor was then started and the lever operated so that the shell began to turn. Thus the helmeted Angela was being revolved inside the shell. The speed of the shell was slowly increased until it was whirling around very quickly. It was easy to imagine what agony she must have been suffering, but quite another thing to guess how much of this sort of treatment she would be able to stand. The speed and the direction of the shell were often varied thus causing more pain and suffering to the lovely rubber-covered creature imprisoned inside the shell. Around and around it went for at least half an hour by which time she must have lost all sense of balance. Indeed when the shell was finally stopped she was completely unconscious.
"Thank you, Jimmie Raven, for that intriguing experiment," said Madame Saruba. "That concludes our Show for tonight, but as I said earlier any of the machines and instruments, dungeons and cells are at your disposal for the duration of the weekend. I wish you all a very good night in whatever way you may choose to spend it."
She then left the Chamber, folowed by a majority of the club members.
Jenny clung onto my arm and said, "Oh thank goodness I wasn't Angela. I don't think that I could have stood being whirled around in that shell."
"No," I replied, "I think it would have been very painful."
We arrived outside one of the dungeons and Jenny said mysteriously, "Wait outside for five minutes and then follow me in."
She disappeared and I waited for the time to pass, wondering what she was planning.
Eventually time passed, and I hand't taken more than a step or two inside the door when I found myself falling down a chute into a pool ow water at the bottom. I was surprised and taken back at first, but after a few seconds I was able to collect my senses. I was in water that was more than my height. In the middle of the dungeon, which was entirely filled with water there was a double width rubber mat on which Jenny lay full length. She was spotlighted from the roof so that I could see the rubber which encased her superb figure, crinkling and gleaming splendidly. I swam slowly over to her, and had just hauled myself onto the mat when a rubber-booted foot pushed me back into the water. I noticed that the upper half of her face and the whole of her head was masked in skin tight rubber. I swam around quietly for a few seconds and then dived silently under the mat and came up on the other side. Quickly I grasped one of her rubber covered ankles and gave a twist and a tug with the result that she fell into the water. She rose to the surface gasping for breath.
' "You beast you," she said, and tried to flail at me with her arms. I dodged her blows, bent one of her arms up behind her back and then kissed her before we both disappeared beneath the surface of the water. When we surfaced we both swam towards the mat, and hoisted ourselves out. Jenny was difficult to get hold of because the rubber of her suit was so slippery. We sought feverishly for the crotch zippers of one another's suits. We got them undone and I rammed my prick into her hot, juicy cunt and fucked her eight ways to Sunday. We both squirted our juices twice and finally lay together exhausted, our cums achieved in thrilling smooth rubber.
We lay on the mat for an hour or two not at all cold but constantly aware of each other's highly sensitive rubber clad body close by. Eventually we swam over to one of the walls of the dungeon and climbed up a set of metal rungs fixed into the wall. We squeezed through the small trap door which led into one of the corridors and left one another and made our way back to our own dressing rooms. Here I was stripped of my wet rubber suit, gloves and boots. I was bathed and given black silk pajama's to slip on and was then shown to a bed of slipper satin sheets. These were lovely and smooth and wonderful to lay on. Soon I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
I don't know for how long I slept but I was awakened by one of the assistants and asked whether I would like to take breakfast with some of the other Club members. I replied that I would and soon I had been garbed in black leather riding boots, breeches and a flame-red, satin shirt. I made my way along the passages to the Dining Room where there were several members eating their early morning meal. I looked around to see if I could see Jenny anywhere, for I had rather been surprised that she had not called for me. I couldn't see her at all, but at that moment Barbara Tordon waved to me from a table where she was sitting by herself. She was fascinatingly dressed in a flame-red, satin, high necked, tight sleeved blouse, black kid leather tightly fitting slacks, and high-heeled, knee-length boots.
"Hello Don," she said gaily, "two minds think alike this morning eh?"
"Yes indeed," I replied.
"Come and have breakfast with me," she invited.
I sat down and a waitress in a short skirted, low cut dress served us. She wore high heeled satin shoes and teetered around most carefully.
We ate well and chatted happily. At the end of the meal Barbara said, "What are you going to do this morning Don?"
"Well I don't really know," I replied. "I had assumed that Jenny would be here and would have organized something, but it doesn't look as if she is going to turn up, so I'm at a loose end."
"Why not spend it with me," Barbara said provocatively. "Do you remember me saying last night how I would like you to see me made really helpless? Better still, why don't you come and make me helpless while I enjoy the thrills of being dressed in rubber."
"Alright then," I replied, "What is your room number?"
"71," she said, as she teetered off.
I went back to my room and changed into a smooth, one-piece suit of balck shining rubber, as well as a pair of thigh boots and long gloves. I draped a full length cloat over my rubber suited figure and glanced at myself in a full length mirror. I turned the high collar of my cloak up about my neck so that it framed my face. Yes, I'm quite masterful looking in rubber. Now to visit Barbara!
I made my way along to Room No 71. I knocked and was admitted by one of the assistants, who was helping Barbara to dress. I almost took a step backwards when I saw how Barbara had been dressed. She was wearing a superb outfit of smooth, flame-red rubber. She wore a tight sleeved very high necked 'Avenger' styled tunic, a pair of skin tight breeches, and a pair of knee length extremely high-heeled, flame-red leather boots. Over her hands and arms she had drawn a pair of elbow length rubber gloves.
She saw me and smiled dazzingly.
"Do you approve?" I answered, with my heart beating faster every moment. "Very good indeed. Mind if I take your measurements just to see how shapely you really are?"
"Why, of course not," she replied, and stood motionless while I fixed a tape measure about her magnificent titties.
"42 inches," I said at last. The tape had a habit of slipping and sliding off of the centers of her terrifically shapely boobies. I put the tape about her incredibly slender waist.
"20 inches," I said.
Finally I measured about her hips:
"37 inches."
"These are splendid measurements, Barbara," I commented, as she slid into my arms and I kissed her.
"I am glad that you approve of them," she replied. "I've always been pleased with my titties to waist ratio. A well developed bust and a slender waist always show clothes off to the very best advantage-and when I wear leather or rubber-well!! I know that I look good. Because I am tall I can carry these measurements off to perfection. I've great proportions. But I am always seeking to improve them gradually and perhaps one day I shall achieve a natural 45 inch bust and an 18 inch waist. I will really look fabulous then if I dress in skin tight rubber."
"I find you fascinating enough already," I said.
"Perhaps you will think me all the more fascinating when I have been made completely helpless by straps, ropes or chains," she said. "It is an amazing feeling when you know that you can't take off these scintallating clothes until someone else chooses to release you from your bondage."
"Well then," I repleid, 'I'll have to try out one or two bondage positions on you, won't I? Barbara. I have no previous experience but I've given the matter some thought since you made your offer and Madame Saruba has placed some bondage books at my disposal. I think that you'll be pleading with me to release you from some of the positions in which I aim to place you."
"It all sounds terribly thrilling, Don darling," she said. But don't be too severe on me will you?"
"I can't promise," I countered, picking up a pliant bamboo cane. "First of all let's see how quickly you can move in those wonderful boots of yours. Come along, step lively and fast!"
I gave the cane a vigorous swish across her rubber covered ass, and she yelped with the pain.
"The heels of these boots are at least 6 inches high," she said, "and that makes it impossible for me to move quickly."
"That's no excuse," I said. "If you aren't quick enough, the cane will fall again."
She tried to run but this WAS impossible-she tried to walk quickly-and this too WAS impossible. The heels of her boots were so slender that all she could do was to teeter along looking as though she would lose her balance at any moment.
I picked up the bondage book that I had been reading and said, "It appears that a model for bondage is not properly made ready until she is wearing a severely styled discipline helmet."
"Oh no-no," she shrieked. "You wouldn't put one of those ghastly things on me would you, Don? Please I don't think that I could stand it."
"You should have thought about that before you asked me to bind you. This is the first time that I have had a lovely body to bind as exactly as I wish-to placed in utter subjection in any position that I choose and so I want to set myself a high standard to start with. This experience for you, my dear Barbara, will be far beyond just having your arms and legs tied together. This little book is crammed with really ingenious ideas, and some of them I am going to try out on you!"
One of the assistants then brought a cardboard box from which I took a beautifully styled, smooth-leather discipline helmet. Barbara began to edge away, but the other assistant bent one of her arms up behind her back so that the the slightest move was agony to her. I unlaced and unzipped the helmet and turned it partially inside out.
"Just look at the smooth latex rubber lining," I said. "So smooth it will be against your pretty face. It seems to me that one of the joys of wearing this helmet will be that you will you will be deprived of your senses one by one-you will not be able to hear-to see-or to speak. It also has an effect on me-for if I tighten a strap and fix a chain a little too tightly for you I might listen to your pleas and have pity on you. But if you are silenced with a helmet I can't see your face and I am far more inclined to concentrate on making the lovely shapely figure in my power absolutely helpless."
Barbara screamed as the assistant fitted the helmet over her face and drew it upwards over her head. When it was fitted loosely in position the assistant began to tighten it by drawing on the laces and gradually closing the slit from the crown of Barbara's head down to the bottom of the back of her neck. This effectively tightened the whole helmet over her entire head and face. Now all her cries and protests were completely cut off. One of the assistants continued to tighten the laces still further as the other smoothed the leather over Barbar's head and face towards the back. They worked slowly and methodically and this was obviously not the first time that they had fastened a discipline helmet over the head and face of a hard-on inducing girl. Eventually they finished tightening the laces and fixed the neckband of the helmet with a minute lock which made it impossible for the wearer of the helmet to take it off unless in possession of the key or through someone else's good graces.
I stood back to look at Barbara wearing the discipline helmet for the first time. She looked weird and mysterious both at once. It was difficult for her to turn her head for the laces had been drawn so tightly together down the back.
Barbara could see through two narrow slits, and could breathe easily through a series of small metal vents which had been let into the helmet over her nostrils. There was a circular rubber plug which fitted over her mouth which I removed so that she could talk, and there were vents let into the helmet over her ears so that she could hear.
"That is a great improvement, my dear Barbara," I said to her. "All vestige of your delightful personality has been removed by making you a faceless one. You are now just a superb shapely body dressed in gorgeous red rubber and leather, completely in my power. Now perhaps you would like to hear what your fate is going to be?"
"Please, Don don't be too severe with me," she gasped, as she couldn't speak properly with the helmet on. "This really is the first time that I have been set up for severe bondage."
"It is no use pleading, Barbara," I said, "I am going to have you bound in such a way that it will be impossible for you to move. You will be held immobile and not be able to do anything about it."
First of all I got the assistants to place the leather eye pads over Barbara's eye slits. These pads effectively cut off her sight and made her completely blind. The eye pads were fixed to a leather strap which was tightened at the back of her helmet. Thus, there was a constant pressure being maintained against her eyeballs making it impossible for her to even blink. This was the first phase of her head bondage completed.
"While you are so deliriously bound Barbara," I whispered through one of her ear vents, "I suggest that you give yourself over to meditating upon the utter subjection of your lovely figure rather than getting yourself worked up with ideas of escape. Train your mind to appreciate the position of your body-that all times it must be regarded as 'Queen'-and that it must be dressed in clothes that will thrill and excite it-leather and rubber-and that when it is bound you should feel pleased to offer it up to bondage so that you may dwell on the joys of being made totally helpless."
Then the assistants fastened ear pads over the ears vents of the helmet so that Barbara was shut into a completely soundless world.
"Shall we fix the gag, Mr. Sanderson?" inquired one of the assistants.
"Yes, the biggest one that will fit into her mouth," I replied.
Then they pushed a pear shaped leather gag into her mouth with the aid of pair of tweezers. In this way the gag was depressed as it was forced past her teeth, but once it was right inside her mouth it sprung back to it's original size, thereby filling her mouth and holding her tongue firmly down on the bottom. Then another strap was passed across her mouth after the plug had been replaced. This strap was buckled tightly at the back of her head an; had the action of pressing the gag even further back into her mouth. A final strap was fastened over the crown of her helmet and under her chin forcing her jaws towards one another. This was obviously impossible because of the hard leather gag which now filled her mouth.
Now she was wearing a leather discipline helmet as it was really meant to be worn. It was exerting a tremendous pressure all over her face and head. She couldn't see, hear or speak. She couldn't move a facial muscle or even blink her eyes. She could still breathe but it was an effort to dilate her nostrils. Through a small hole in each of the ear pads there was fixed a tiny microphone so that if I wanted to speak to Barbara all I had to do was to connect the wires to a small transistor set which I could carry about with me. Barbara, of course, knew nothing of this, and I looked forward to having fun and teasing her with it.
"Now her wrists," I said to the assistants. 'Then her fingers and finally her elbows."
The assistants took hold of Barbara's rubber covered arms and she struggled. They forced her over the back of a chair and I flashed my cane across the tautened rubber covering of her shapely asscheeks some half a dozen times. This quelled her disobedience. Her arms were drawn behind her back and the palms of her hands were placed face to face. Her wrists were then securely bound toghether with thin black leather straps; as were each of her fingers to one another, thus preventing hardly any movement of her figners. Then her elbows were strapped. The straps were wound around above and below and tightened until her elbows were touching, and her shoulders forced right back with the pressure that was being placed on them. The pressure must have been most uncomfortable for her. The shapeliness of her superb 42 inch tits was further magnified by the bondage position in which she had been placed. Of course I had no idea how she was reacting to her bondage and so continued to immobilize her figure. I had a broad red leather waist cincher laced about her waist. This nipped her already slender waist in to even more slender proportions. Then a length of link chain was fastened at one end to her already bound wrists. The link chain was then dragged downwards to her cunt-and up to a metal ring sewn into the front of the waist cincher. This was just one more aid in forcing her to stand in a rigid position. Her lovely booted legs were then diagonally bound with leather straps round her hips, across her thighs, around her knees, across the calves of her legs, and finally about her ankles. Then the whole of her gorgeous figure was carefully and slowly fitted into an elasticated rubber sheath, which shaped her bound form. The rubber of the sheath had been extended by steel grips so that her voluptuous figure could be inserted easily. Her feet and legs first, then her hips and waist, and finally over her torso and neck. When the grips were removed, the heavy smooth black rubber snapped back into it's original position over Barbara's fascinating curves, like a to show off her beautiful tits and asscheeks wonderfully well I looked at her carefully as she finished her drink-her slender waist from which there flowed shapely curvy thighs-and beautifully proportioned legs perfectly booted in golden kid leather.
When we had finished our drinks I said to her, "Would you like to come and see another club member who is undergoing a session of severe bondage? She is so tightly bound at the moment that she can't move at all, not even her eyes."
"Why yes, Don darling," replied Geraldine. "It sounds most intriguing, but what about those instructions concerning me?"
"Oh, we can keep you in suspense a little while longer can't we?" I replied, slipping a rubber covered arm around her 21 inch waist.
We went back to Room No 71 where Barbara was undergoing her bondage. We looked down at the bound figure, and I could see that Geraldine was amazed.
"How on earth is she managing to survive?" asked the girl.
"It is perfectly simple really," I replied. "Although she can't speak, or see she is able to breathe quite easily. I have explained to her that her enforced bondage can be of benefit to her if she reorganized her thinking, and meditates on the inner joys of wearing clothes that thrill and show off the figure of the wearer. I think we will release her from the bar."
Geraldine and I between us unstrapped the leather bound Barbara and took off the all enveloping sack. We untied her fingers, arms and legs and placed her in a chair until her circulation had returned to normal. I plugged in the wires to her earpieces and spoke.
"Your period of servere bondage is at on end, but the time that you have just spent should have conditioned your mind to compliance with any orders that are given to you. If your mind rebels the discipline helmet might not be taken off for a very long time. Nod your head if you understand."
Her sleek helmeted head nodded up and down.
"Good," I replied. "Now let us see how well you obey your orders. You will do everything that I, your Master, or your mistress, who is standing next to me, tells you. Let us have you prostrating yourself before our feet. Bow down and kiss our boots-mine of rubber-and your mistresses of leather."
Barbara groveled blindly around on the floor until she found our boots side by side. I could feel the stimulating pressure of Geraldine took the transistor and hissed into it.
"Who gave permission to move, slave. Down on your knees until you are given permission to rise."
With this curt order, she picked up my pliant riding crop and placed a few well chosen lashes across her red rubber covered asscheeks. Barbara stayed down until we gave her permission to rise. Then we ordered her to run around the room. This was a virtual impossibility because of the high heels on her boots. The sight of a discipline helmeted girl who couldn't see teetering around the room as fast as she dared was fascinating.
After we had teased her for a few more minutes, we rang the bell for the assistants and told them that they could return Miss Tordon to circulation when they had taken off her discipline helmet and rubber and leather clothes, and had treated her body in order to restore it to peak sensitivity.
"How novel to have a beautifully dressed girl slave to obey your every command," said Geraldine.
"It is fascinating," I replied, as we walked along the corridor towards Geraldine's dressing room.
Just outside we paused and I took the evelope out of my pouch. I opened it and took out the instructions. I read them through carefully.
"What does it say?" inquired Geraldine eagerly. "Quickly, tell me."
"It seems that the price that you have to pay for having your wrists unchained is a session in one of the dungeons, the Chained Weights Dungeon."
"Oh-no-no," she gasped putting her hands to her face.
"Do you know what happens then?" I asked.
"No, but I fear the worst," she returned.
"Well then, it's going to be a big surprise for you, isn't it," I continued. "We shall be able to see how resilient your lovely body is my fair Geraldine."
At this moment two assistants appeared.
"Miss Maynard is due for a session in the Chained Weights dungeon," I said to them. "Will you please be kind enough to have her prepared and brought along to my room, No. 58. I'm going to change."
Geraldine was dragged into her room screaming and struggling while I turned on my heel and made my way back to my room.
Here, I was stripped of my rubber outfit and placed in a floor level bath. It was bliss to soak in the warm scented water. After half an hour I was dried and spledidly massaged with the electric stimulator. Then I was dressed in a mauve satin shirt, and black ki, close fitting riding breeches with gleaming black knee-length, leather riding boots. Over this attire I slipped on a heavyweight smooth and shining black rubber latex mackintosh. It was a thrilling arment wonderfully made. I looked and felt good. The assistants gave me a short-lashed, raw-hide whip which I swished two or three times against the folds of my mackintosh. I sat down on a rubber covered couch to await the arrival of the lovely Geraldine. I read through the procedure for a victim of the Chained Weights. It seemed that a member of either sex could be put to the test, but that the sight of a voluptuous female figure, endeavouring to cope with the stresses and strains, was a far more satisfying one.
Fifteen minutes later, the assistants brought Geraldine. She looked as splendid as ever, dressed in a flashing balck heavyweight, latex-rubber mackintosh like myself. She wore on her feet and legs a perfectly gorgeous looking pair of thigh-length black kid leather, high-heeled boots. These boots made her seem absolutely helpless as she was only able to take the smallest steps. The calves of her legs were beautifully sheathed in leather. Her neat slim ankles and dainty feet looked superb in these boots.
"How do you feel, Geraldine?" I asked. "You look wonderful."
"I feel wonderful too," she replied. "But I can't help fearing as to what you are going to do to me in the Chained Weights dungeon."
"My dear Geraldine," I said, "It is clear to me that you have not yet learned to subjugate the fear of suffering and physical pain. To be clad in rubber and leather and to have your lovely figure made super-sensitive so that the merest touch will send shivers of ecstasy down your spine, ought to be enough to make you pleased to offer your lovely body for the experiment of Club Members."
"But I am wearing so little," she moaned. "And, I'm virtually helpless in these boots, the heels are so slender. I have nothing on underneath this mackintosh apart from a specially made balck patent leather waist corset which has nipped my waist in to just below 20 inches. I have never had a 20 inch waist before."
"Well that ought to give you a terrific amount of pleasure. Surely you should be pleased to have better measurements than normal."
"I'm so confused," continued Geraldine. "I don't know how to feel."
I rose from the couch and walked across towards the mackintoshed girl. She slipped in my own rubber covered arms easily and I kissed her.
She nestled against me and said, "You don't take me to the Chained Weights dungeon, will you Don darling? We could stay here and fuck and then you could tell Eric Welling that you had taken me to the dungeon and carried out his orders."
"Are you trying to bribe me?" I asked.
"Darling," she continued, sliding her rubber gloved arms about my neck, you'll find my pussy so inviting!"
I had happened to have read the club regulations regarding any attempt to evade an experiment, immediate expulsion after a flogging. And anyway, it would be interesting to see Geraldine subjected to the Chained Weights.
I pulled down her arms and said harshly, "Unbutton and unbuckle that mackintosh of yours!"
She looked at me not quite knowing how I was reacting to her proposal. Then I saw that she imagined that I had asked her to remove her mackintosh because I wanted to screw her. Quickly, she unbuckled and unbuttoned the lovely shining garment to reveal her splendid nude figure beneath.
"Just stand there," I said, "and let me look at you."
"I'll take my mackintosh right off, darling, if you like," she said.
"That won't be necessary," I replied. "Just place your hands behind your back so that I may gaze at you."
This she did and then I slipped a set of handcuffs over her wrists. I then tweaked and pulled her nipples till they were angry-red and huge and quickly fixed a pair of serrated-jawed spring clips over them.
She screamed out loudly as she felt the sharp jaws bite into her huge nips, but I gagged her with a hard rubber ball gag and then buckled and rebuttoned her flashing mackintosh, so that the clips were held inside. She couldn't take the clips off because her arms were chained behind her back.
"Now, let's go to the Chained Weights dugeon shall we?" I said.
Two assistants helped me half-carry, half-walk the lovely girl down to the dungeon.
Once inside, I took off her mackintosh myself and then removed the clips. I could see quite clearly where they had pressed into her sensitive skin. I removed her gag and she moaned:
"Oh how could you-you beast. And I though that you wanted to fuck me."
"There's always time," I countered, "later on, when you have enjoyed the charms of the weights. It might be quite fun to fuck your cunt while you are helpless."
"You couldn't, you wouldn't dare," she said.
"I shouldn't be too sure," I replied, "After all you are soon going to be in a position where you won't be able to stop me."
Then looking at the instructions that I had in my hand I ordered the assistants to lace and tighten a smooth leather discipline helmet over Geraldine's heavily made up face and over the rest of her head.
She screamed and struggled but to no avail. The assistant made a really good job of fixing the helmet and when they had finished it fitted her like a skin. Now she could make no sound whatsoever. The helmet had no mouth slit but had the narrowest of eye slits and ear vents so that she could see and hear. She was taken over to a framework of solidly positioned wooden posts.
There were three of them. Two were vertical and 7 feet high and the third one was also 7 feet and connected the other two across the top. She was placed in between the upright posts and her legs were spread apart and chained to the floor, and her arms were pulled out horizontally and about her wrists chains were fixed. These fetters were fastened to link chains which had been passed over pulley wheels fixed to the posts at shoulder level. To the other ends of the link chains weight holders were fixed. I placed a 10 lb weight on each holder and watched the weights pull Geraldine's arms out in a horizontal position. Her booted legs had been spread so far apart that it wasn't possible for her to stand up on the high heels of them and keep her balance.
"Now you are ready for the Chained Weights my darling Geraldine," I whispered softly. "Can you imagine what is going to happen to you? I think that I had better pad your eyes so that you cannot see, then you will be able to use your imagination more. It will be exciting for you to experience the thrills of the weights in total darkness."
Then the assistants began the slow painstaking process of subjecting the lovely Geraldine to the Chained Weights. Gradually the weights were built up on each holder 5 lbs at a time until they had reached 50 lbs on each arm. Now her arms were stretched out in an absolutely taut manner. The strain on them was terrific. To ease it she sometimes pulled the weights up so that she could bend her arms slightly, but this was only for a few moments for she would be forced to let go and the chains would run back over the pulley wheels until they pulled Geraldin's rubber covered arms out straight with an agonizing jerk.
In this torturous position she could hardly move. She could only move her leather-helmeted head, and I noticed in the instructions that this, too, could be immobilized. Through a metal eyelet sewn into the crown of the helmet, one of the assistants fixed one end of a length of link chain. The chain was passed over another pulley wheel fixed to the post above her head. To the other end of the link chain a weight holder was added. Weights were then placed on it until there was a 20 lbs pressure being exerted on her lovely leather covered neck, remorselessly tugging upwards.
Now she was in a postition where any movement that she made only served to heighten her suffering. It was of intense interest to watch how she was coping with the terrific strain that the weights were placing on her lovely body. Her muscles rippled underneath her smooth satiny skin. The cheeks of her perfectly-shaped, bare asscheeks contracted and expanded as she fought to endure the intolerable pressure.
Then the assistants began to play with the shapely, near-nude body that was before them.
They would remove some of the weights until she had perhaps 30 lbs only on each arm. Then they would leave her for a few moments so that she could get used to the lesser pressure. Then they would support the weights and weightholders entirely so that the whole weight was taken off of her badly stretched arms and the whole of her body. Then they would replace the weights that they had previously removed so that the total strain was made up to SO lbs on each arm once more. Then they would let the weights go so that the chains ran over the pulley wheels very quickly coming to a stop with a jerk which was agonizingly shot through Geraldine's chained body.
"How much of this sort of treatment can a victim stand?" I asked the chief assistant.
"It all depends on the individual," replied Karla. "It is not always the strongest looking people that last the longest. Nor is it necessarily true that men last longer than ladies. Of course, men can on the whole take a greater weight but you have to be careful. The object of the experiment is not to dislocate any limbs, but to see how long a member can last out without dislocation taking place. Through experience we can tell when a member is close to dislocation and we either remove the weights altogether or lessen their weight. It is difficult to tell if they have fainted because their bodies are so tautly held. Miss Maynar is well above the average for a lady member, 50 lbs on each arm is good going for such a period as 30 minutes. Just feel how taut her muscles are stretched beneath her skin."
I did this and it was perfectly true. The skin on her arms and over her torso was stretched drum-skin tight. She did not flinch under my probing fingers simply because she was unable to. She remained utterly still, apart from the flexing of her muscles as she strove to bear the strain of the weights.
"I think it will be well if we took her down now," commented Karla.
"Yes, of course," I replied. "Take her down and back to the rehabilitation chamber and take any action necessar to ease her aching limbs."
Geraldine was released from the pain and suffering of the Chained Weights. She was unable to stand up on the high heels of her boots. Her black rubber mackintosh was replaced over her shapely body and she was dragged away out of the dungeon.
I went back to my room and lay down on the couch. What now I wondered? I looked at my watch-it was nearly time for lunch. I had a quick shower and was just leaving my room when Hazel Sonning came past.
"Hello Don," she said smiling.
"Hello," I replied. "How is the other new Club member?"
"Enjoying life here tremendously," she answered. "The clothes that I can wear are just simply wonderful."
She was at that moment clad in a provocative outfit of black leather and golden slipper satin. She wore a 'hobble' styled skirt of the closest fitting black kid leather, and a pair of knee length stilt-heeled boots. On the upper half of her curvy body, she wore a closely-fitting, golden-slipper satin half jacket. This jacket was designed to fit highly about her neck and over her arms, and ended immediately below her overly-large tits, so that there was a wide band of her white satin smooth skin between her half jacket and the top of her closely fitting leather skirt.
We went along to the Dining Room and sat down at a table and had lunch.
"I take it that nobody has asked for the use of your beautiful body in one of the dungeons?" I asked.
"Why no, not yet," she replied. "I have had such a thrilling time this morning trying on all sorts of rubber and leather clothes. They are so exciting and stimulating, don't you agree?"
"I do, indeed," I answered as I pondered the lovely Hazel on the other side of the table. She looked like a fascinating girl of whose company I couldn't get enough of.
"Well, nothing much," she replied. 'Trevor Sainsbury who introduced me to the Club has disappeared since this morning. I suppose that I shall go back to the Salon and try on some more of those gorgeous clothes."
"Well how about spending it with me?" I asked. "I think that you look pretty thrilling in the clothes that you're wearing and I thought that you looked marvelous last night at the Show. Even if you don't want to Hazel, I claim the use of your body for an experiment."
"I'd love to spend the afternoon with you, Don darling," she replied. "But how would you use me for an experiment?"
"I don't really know at the moment," I answered. "I shall have to look at the experiment book and make up my mind. Meanwhile, to show that your body is booked, put your arms behind your back so that I can handcuff your wrists."
She did as she was told and in a matter of a few seconds I had secured her wrists in handcuffs.
Then I helped her to her feet and she teetered along the corridors to her room. Here I told the assistants to strip her and prepare her and then I would let them know as soon as possible which experiment I had chosen for Hazel Sonning.
I returned to my own room and looked through the Experiment Book. What should it be?
I rang the bell a few minutes later and said to the assistant, "Will you please have Miss Sonning in Room 49 prepared for a session on the Water Treadmill."
"Certainly, Mr. Sanderson," she replied.
During this time I had a change of clothing. I was fitted into an all rubber rig. A one piece suit-golves-boots and mackintosh-all in the smoothest brown rubber. All these clothes fitted me well and I was constantly aware of the stimulating feeling that they gave me. I studied myself in a full length mirror. Yes, I looked masterful enough for the lovely Hazel Sonning.
I went along to her room and was thrilled by the way in which the assistants had dressed her. She was clad in an absolutely skin tight one piece suit of the smoothest and most exciting looking golden latex rubber. On her legs and feet there had been drawn a pair of thigh-length, high heeled golden rubber boots, and over her hands and arms a pair of shoulder length rubber gloves.
"Don't I look wonderful?" asked Hazel excitedly. "I feel so good-so alive-in golden rubber that fits me like a skin."
She slid easily into my arms and I kissed her.
"You look good enough to eat," I said jokingly. "Golden rubber certainly suits you. But come, I must see this lovely figure of yours in action, chained to the Treadmill."
"Oh no-no!" she said. "Surely, you're not going to treat me like a prisoner?"
"Why not?" I countered. "I have never seen such a delightful looking prisoner in all my life. Anyway, you're imprisoned in your lovely rubber clothes-so let's make the analogy complete. Let's see how well you can make the the wheel of the Treadmill turn."
Hazel screamed as two of the assistants closed in on her with a hard, rubber-ball gag. This cut off her cries, while a flashing black rubber cloak was draped over her rubber-covered body. With her hands manacled behind her back she was led off the the Treadmill Dungeon.
As she walked slowly on the high heels of her boots, her splendid black rubber cloak crinkled and gleamed in a fascinating way. The hood had been pulled up over her long blonde hair, and from the rear, she was one unbroken line of flashing, shiny-smooth rubber.
We entered the Treadmill Dungeon. In the center was the Treadmill itself. It was a wheel of about 6 to 7 ft. in diameter supported on it's axle by adustable supports. The wooden wheel was about 2 ft. in width and the treadmill paddles were spaced around the rim at 12 inch intervals.
Hazel had her lovely rubber cloak taken off and her gag removed. Then a close-fitting, golden rubber discipline helmet was laced and zipped right over her head and face. She struggled as the assistants fitted it on. It was obvious that this was the first time that she had worn one of these clamping and restricting helmets. Once the assistants had finished fixing the helmet. Hazel's rubber covered hands felt all over the helmet in useless attempts to take it off.
The wheel was locked in position as Hazel was taken up to it. She was made to climb up several of the paddles until one of the assistants could chain her wrists to a horizontal bar in front of her. The wheel was then adjusted so that the lower quarter of it was immersed in icy-cold water.
To start, her booted feet were well clear of the water. Slowly she pushed the wheel around treading and forcing around each paddle. The effort required to do this was considerable and it was fascinating to see her golden, rubber-covered limbs moving up and down in rotation. I could imagine that she was becoming increasingly hot inside the suit, and after five minutes of such strenuous activity the smooth rubber latex of her suit must have been slipping and sliding all over her splendidly shaped body. The horizontal to which her arms were chained was adjustable too and it was lowered as the wheel was lowered, until her legs up to her knees were immersed in the water. This made rotating the wheel much more difficult.
"Come along Hazel," I said. "You must work harder than that. Let me see you force the wheel around faster or else I shall be forced to use this on you."
I then flashed a short pliant short lashed whip across her perfectly shaped ass.
She couldn't cry out as she was so completely helmeted, but she arched her lovely sinuous figure away from the whip as she felt it's stinging strokes.
She forced her shapely limbs to greater efforts but the drag of the water made things very awkward for her. She continuously put her booted feet into the water, push downwards, and then drage them out again. This was exhausting and very tiring work. I kept her at it for about fifteen minutes, and from time to time urged her along with a slash from the whip generally across her asscheeks, but occasionally across her thighs and titties.
Often she slipped when trying to find a paddle under water. The sole part of her boots was quite small because of the highness of the heels. Quite often she just dangled against the treadmill for a few seconds until she found a paddle upon which she could push down on.
Altogether, she remained on the Treadmill for about 30 minutes before I asked the assistants to remove her from it. When they had done so, they carried her away back to the rehabilitation chamber. She was utterly exhausted but I had had the satifaction of seeing her shapely rubber covered body being forced to move continuously. Her lovely figure had been forced to toil in it's exciting rubber clothes. Indeed, the Treadmill was a most satisfying experiment.
I went back to my room and stripped from my rubber suit and other clothes. I had a bath and a prolonged session with the electric stimulator massager, until my skin was super sensitive.
I was then clad in a lime-green, satin shirt, leather riding breeches and boots. I lay down on the leather covered couch and read for a short while.
"Oh I am sorry," she said. "I thought that this was my room. I wasn't looking at the Room number."
"Oh don't rush away," I responded. "Stay a little if you like. My name is Don Sanderson."
"Mine is Dawn Allingford," she replied, as she sat down beside me.
She was wearing a splendidly fitting, three-quarter-length black rubber cloak over a violent green satin high-necked, tight sleeved blouse, black kid leather ladies riding breeches, which were a close fit, and high heeled knee length boots.
"Have you been enjoying yourself here?" I asked.
"Mmmm-yes," she replied. "I have been having a splendid time here. All those wonderful leather and rubber clothes that I can put on if I wish. It gets better and better every time that I come here. I brought a girl friend with me yesterday but I haven't seen her since first thing this morning, so I suppose that she had had her body asked for an experiment by another member. I wonder what has happened to her?"
"It would seem that you don't really have to worry," I said. "If she had had a bit of a rough time she has the special nursing home into which she can go for a while to recover."
"Yes that's true," replied Dawn. "I've heard that it is very good-rubber sheeted beds-nightdresses etc., and leather and rubber clothes to put on when you are no longer confined to bed."
"What about coming to the Bar for a drink?" I asked.
"I'd love to," she answered. "But can I go and change first? I've had this outfit on since lunch time."
"Surely," I responded. "Perhaps you would like to give a knock when you are ready."
She slipped out of the room with her gorgeous, black, rubber-cloak crinkling splendidly.
I lay back on the couch and pondered on my meeting with Dawn Allingford. She was tall, some 5 ft 10 inches in height-perhaps 5 ft 11." She had lovely, shoulder-length blond hair, which she frequently pushed away from her face, and she had a figure that was mouth watering and prick hardener. I guessed at 42 inch knockers and a 21 inch waist.
She wasn't more than 20 minutes changing, when she returned. This time she wore a skin-tight, sheath-styled cocktail dress of the smoothest lime-green satin, knee length lime-green leather high boots, and shoulder length gloves of lime green slipper satin. Her cocktail dress looked as though it had been glued on her so closely did it follow her sumptuous curves. It was a strapless dress which hardly covered her nipples. She had made up heavily and wore a most compelling perfume. Over her cocktail outfit, she wore her three-quarter, black rubber cloak that she had worn before.
"I feel much better now that I have changed." she said to me. "Do you like my dress?" she continued as she parted her cloak for me to see.
"You look terrific in it," I replied. "It fits you perfectly and so closely that I don't suppose you'll be able to sit down in it."
"Well, the hem is so narrow that I can only take the smallest steps," she said," and just look at the heels on these boots, aren't they so delightfully slender?"
I opened the door for her and we went slowly along the hall that led to the Cocktail Lounge. In this room there were some half a dozen couples all chatting happily.
Dawn and I joined one particular group comprising of David Geary, and a girl that he introduced to us as Sandra Mannering, Jimmie Raven and Angela Loring.
"How have you been enjoying yourself, Don?" asked David.
"It has all been so very exciting and a complete revelation to me, just like Dawn here." I replied gallantly.
"Apart from the marvelous clothes that we can wear, everyone is so friendly," said Sandra.
"That's very true," added Dawn. "Even if you come by yourself, you can enjoy yourself tremendously in the company of other Club members."
We chatted for quite some time until it was nearly time for dinner. I escorted Dawn back to her room, and outside her door I said, "Will you have dinner with me Dawn?"
"Of course, Don darling," she answered, kissing me lightly. "I would love to. I'll have the assistants dress me in something really exotic."
I retraced my steps to my own room and changed into a white satin shirt, black leather breeches and boots.
Just as I had finished tightening the laces of my boots, there was a knock on the door and Jimmie Raven popped his head around it.
"Can I have a few words with you, Don?" asked.
"Of course," I replied. "Come on in."
"Well," he said, "Saturday evenings are usually rather dull after the 'Show' on Friday evenings, so David and I wondered whether you would care to join us in providing ourselve with some entertainment in the dugneons. The idea is that we should use our current lady friends to provide the fun by subjecting them to a pretty rigourous session on various intruments and machines. With them providing their lovely bodies, we can have a terrific time. They will have no idea what is going to happen to them until just before we finish dinner. Then all we have to do is to whisper to them that we require the use of their bodies for an experiment. They will not, they dare not, refuse. Then we can have them prepared and begin to enjoy ourselves once we have taken them down to the dungeons. What do you think of the idea?"
"It sounds great," I answered. "Count me in. I would like to get to know Dawn better than I do at the moment."
With a full-length, black rubber cloak draped over my shoulders, I went around and called for Dawn some fifteen minutes later.
She was just having the finishing touches put to her outfit when I entered her room. She really did look exotic as she had promised. She wore a sheath-styled, full length evening gown of mauve leather. It was very high necked and had long, tight fitting sleeves. It had a thigh length slit down the left hand side which revealed, when she moved, her slender legs encased in a pair of skin tight fitting under trousers also of mauve cap leather. On her feet there had been placed a pair of mauve patent-leather, high-heeled bootees.
"I am the mauve leather girl," she said smiling. "Do you lie me?"
"Gorgeous as ever," I answered.
She took my arm and we walked to the Dining Room. She was absolutely intoxicating. The smooth leather of her gown rippled splendidly over her magnificent tits and ass. She smiled at me and gave a shake of head to move her long golden tresses which had fallen across her face. Her superbly shaped legs, splendidly covered in smooth leather, appeared through the slit in her gown from time to time.
We entered the Dining Room where we made our way over to a table where Jimmie, Sandra, Angela and David were already sitting.
Sandra was really eye catching, for she was wearing a full length, sheath-styled gown of glittering black lame. It was strapless and shoulderless and only just imprisoned her straining, eager-thrusting knockers. She was gloved in black slipper satin, and booted in black-patent leather.
Angela was looking equally attractive. She was clad in a full length gown of golden slipper satin. She was wearing under-trousers of skin tight proportions, but hers were of jet black slipper satin. Her gown was with a V shaped neck which dived very low between her outstanding breasts.
It was a friendly meal and we chatted all the time in between eating, of course. The three girls were really glamourous companions and we enjoyed their company, as we were soon to enjoy the sight of their lovely bodies when they had been attached to some ingenious machine of torment.
First to leave the table were Jimmie Raven with Angela, she getting up with a puzzled look on her face.
Then I whispered to Dawn that I wanted the use of her body for an experiment, and a look of apprehension crossed her face. We rose from the table and left the room. Out in the corridor she said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet," I answered. "Anyway, let's deposit you in your room to be changed and prepared."
While she was being changed, I went back to my room collect and put on a heavyweight, black rubber mackintosh and a small but pliant whip.
As I was leaving my room Jimmie Raven signalled to me from the doorway of his room across the corridor.
"We can use Chamber No I.", he said. "That is the biggest and has the greatest variety of instruments and machines. See you there with your victim. Don't forget to bring her into the chamber blindfolded-it's a bigger shock when the blindfold is removed and she sees where she is."
"Right you are," I replied, and went off to Dawn's room.
She had been stripped of her glamorous mauve-leather gown and was now wearing virgin-white, leather knee-high heeled boots, a virgin white latex rubber two piece bikini and shoulder length heavyweight, white rubber mackintosh. The assistants then carefully locked a silver metal discipline helmet over her head and face so that she could not see or speak. Then I had her arms strapped behind her about her wrists, and then guided her out of the door and along the passages and down the steps that led towards the dungeons of torment.
CHAPTER THREE
Dawn walked slowly on the high heels but she looked most desirable in her white rubber and leather clothes. The fascinating rustle of her mackintosh as she walked was clearly audible. She looked the perfect subject for the experiments with her slender white leather booted legs appearing from beneath the smooth flashing folds of her white rubber mackintosh. Inside the chamber, Jimmie and David had already brought Angela and Sandra, who were also garbed in white leather and rubber, and helmeted with silver metal discipline helmets.
I took Dawn over to one of the walls of the chamber where the other two white rubber covered creatures had been chained. I unstrapped her wrists and fitted them into chains attached to the wall. I adjusted the chains until her arms were drawn out tightly above her head. Here, in this position, she wriggled and squirmed making her lovely mackintosh flash tremendously. The positions of the three girls must have been most disconcerting to them for they were imprisoned in the darkiness of their metal helmets.
Then each of we three men unlocked and removed the helmets that had been fastened over our girl's heads. The lovely creatures gasped as they saw where they were!
"Oh no, no, not this Chamber Jimmie," shrieked Angela. "Take me out, please, please!"
"But, Angela my sweet, you are forgetting one of the most important obligations of a Rubber Club member. If I wish to use your lovely body for my experiments then you should be only too pleased to co-operate."
"What are you going to do to me, Don?" asked Dawn.
"Well, first of all," I replied, "I am going to let you get really acquainted with that cold stone wall against which you are chained."
I then adjusted the chains about her wrists until her booted feet were well off of the floor. She shriked as the full weight of her sexy body was thrust on to her arms. I then chained her slender booted legs wide apart so that she could feel the strain on her thigh muscles.
Jimmie and David did exactly the same thing to Angela and Sandra and it was very interesting to watch the girls making futile attempts to escape.
We watched our three beauties for about ten minutes or so before David Geary suggested a bit of target practice. So we released our girls from their chains and took them over to three posts to which we had great delight in binding and strapping them. We fastened the leather straps and ropes very tightly about their lovely curves once we had removed their flashing white rubber mackintoshes. The straps really bit into their soft white skin and flesh. We then helmeted them with ingenious rubber balloon helmets. These were helmets which were closely zipped right over their heads and faces. A small piece of rubber tubing about an inch in diameter and attached to the front of the helmet was forced in between her teeth. It was through this that she could breathe because there were no vents over her nostrils. Then the helmets were inflated with air, the air being being pumped into the helmets between the double skins of rubber. The air was pumped in until the helmets assumed balloon like proportions. Thus the girls presented wonderful and intriguing pictures. We had pumped the helmets to quite a pressure so that the girls were constantly aware of the air pressure against their pretty, heavily made up faces. I could see Dawn straining against her bonds in futile attempts to escape. But this was impossible.
Then we three men went to the other end of the chamber and picked up our bows with their specially designed arrows. These arrows had flat suctions pads of rubber on the ends so that if we shot correctly, the pads would adhere to the target. We had great fun at shooting practice. It took us a little while to get the measure and the aim of the bows but once we had acheived this we found ourselves quite good shots.
First of all we each shot at our 'own girl'. It was great fun because the poor victims hadn't the slightest idea when the arrows would hit them, and when they arrived they did so with considerable force. I aimed first of at Dawn's navel, and with my third shot hit directly on her pussy. The girls remained perfectly still, the straps and ropes allowing them no movement at all. Shooting arrows at Dawn's proud, outstanding tits was another fine thrill. The beautifully shaped globes of soft flesh would shiver attractively each time an arrow struck them.
Occasionally, all three of us would concentrate on one particular girl, so that arrow after arrow would hit each tity and her beat-red cunt.
We kept up this sport for fully 15 minutes until we tired of it. Then, we had the girls unstrapped from the posts and their balloon helmets taken off.
"Oh, David, what are you doing to us?" queried Sandar. "Those rubber arrows, they were awful, I just didn't know when they were going to hit me!"
"That was just the idea, my dar Sandra," replied David. "Your trials as an experimental model have only just begun."
"I'm going to have Angela changed into an all-over, rubber rig," said Jimmie who had just finished looking at the experiment book.
The assistants then dragged Angela way out of the chamber, to change her clothing.
Meanwhile, David had gagged Sandra with a rubber ball gag and had had her suspended upside down hanging by a rope fastened to straps about her ankles. She was left with her head about 2 feet clear of the floor and David swung her to and fro which made her very dizzy.
With Dawn, I made her sit down on a slightly raised stone slab, and I fixed a leg stretched between her ankles. I turned the screw on the stretcher slowly so that it gradually forced her legs further and further apart.
As she felt the strain on her leg muscles grow, she cried out, "Don, please not any more, my legs they're hurting."
"Come, Dawn darling," I whispered, "this is only just the beginning."
I then drew her rubber gloved arms behind her and strapped them together at her wrists so that palm was against palm. Then I fastened straps over he elbows and took the strain carefully until I had forced them together. She cried out again for this had forced her shoulders right back and placed a considerable pressure on them. In this position her, magnificent, large tits were made to appear even more shapely than usual.
"Oh no, Don-no-no-no," she screamed. "Untie my arms please, please."
"Dawn my sweet," I hissed into one of her ears. "Having your elbows forced together is one of the primary bondage positions. You must learn to get used to it if you wish to be a successful bondage model. Anyway I can't have you crying out anymore so I shall have you helmeted."
Her renewed cries were cut off when two of the assistants carefully fitted a virgin white leather discipline helmet right over her head and face. This helmet was a particularly severely designed one. The assistants were skilled at fastening the helmet. The laces down the back were tightened as much as possible-the leather of the helmet over Dawn's face being smoothed towards the back of the helmet so that the laces could be tightened still further. The helmet fitted right down to the base of her neck so that it completely covered her throat muscles. About her neck, there was sewn into the helmet a spring chain which had been passed right around her neck until the two ends could be fixed together. A small lock was then fastened through the two ends so that the helmet could not be taken off, without the lock being first unfastened. The helmet had been so tightly fastened about her head and that she was totally unable to turn her head from side to side. The pressure of the spring chain was considerable but not to strangulation pressure, which of course would have induced unconsciousness.
One of the main pleasures of using Dawn's lovely body for these interesting torments, was the knowledge that the very sensitive state of her body would magnify the slightest effect of any of the experiments many times.
This splendidly designed virgin-white, leather discipline helmet had several refinements by which to 'discipline' the wearer. First of all, it was completely sightless. The wearer was made totally blind, and because there were no eye slits there was an unbroken line of white leather over the upper half of her head.
The helmet also made Dawn totally deaf. She could not hear the slightest sound. Rubber ear plugs had been insteed in her ears before the helmet had been laced on. At the ends of these plugs, there were circular pieces of rubber which when the helmet had been laced into position were brought into close contact with similar pieces of round rubber fastened to the inside of the helmet. In this way her ears were held flat fagainst the side of her head and any outside sounds were completely sealed off. Thus, she had been made blind and deaf. To remove yet one more of her senses was quite easy. That of speech. An inflatable rubber gag had been inserted into her mouth between her teeth. A little air soon forced her jaws wide apart making the gag fill the whole of her mouth. Now she was even unable to move her tongue. She could breath, of course, through metal vents led into the helmet over her nostrils.
Thus, the helmet had been fastened and locked on Dawn's head. The only sense left to her now was smell, because with her arms strapped behind her back, it was impossible for her to touch anything.
Just above the stone slab upon which she was sitting, was a pulley wheel fixed in position from the roof of the chamber. Over this wheel the assistants passed a length of link chain. One end of this chain was fixed to the straps about her wrists and the other end to a wire basket.
A broad 6 inch wide leather strap was then passed across her thighs pinioning them to the slab. Fixed to the upper surface of the leather strap were two circular adjustable metal cups, the insides of which were covered with needle-sharp spikes.
Then the fun started when one of the assistants places a 5 lb weight in the wire basket. The basket dropped down-the chain ran smoothly over the pulley wheel-and Dawn's strapped and bound arms were jerked upwards twisting her shoulders forwards, in order to compensate the weight in the basket.
Another weight of 5 lbs was put into the basket, and the chain moved over the pulley wheel a little more. Her arms were pulled upwards a little more and she was forced still forward. Now the ingeniousness of this suffering became clear to me. The more weights that were placed in the basket, the further forward she would have to incline her body in order to give relief of some measure to the pressure that was being placed on her shoulders. But the more she bent forward, the closer her perfectly shaped titties came to the waiting metal spiked cups that had been attached to the strap. The cups were waiting to embrace with their needle sharp points the soft yeilding and sensitive 42 inch rubber covered globes of Dawn's breasts.
Another 5 lbs weight was placed in the basket-upwards went her arms a little bit more towards the roof-twisting her shoulders even more and forcing her further forward towards the spikes. Her splendidly shaped tits were now less than an inch away from these needle sharp spikes, the next weight would do the trick. A fourth 5 lb weight was put into the basket, and I could see the tremor of the extra weight pass along the length of the chain to her arms. She was forced forward and I saw the tips of the spikes pressing against the white rubber covering of the upper half of her bikini. As soon as she felt the sharp points of the spikes she recoiled as much as possible. But this was very difficult to acheive as the weights in the basket had forced her arms right up. So, if she wanted to keep her boobs away from the spikes, she had to try and forced her arms down against the weights.
I watched her fighting in this awkward position for several minutes. I felt her arm muscles-they were quite taut with the pressure that was being placed on them, by the weights in the basket. She looked groteque in the position in which she was being forced to hold herself.
Karla the chief woman assistant said to me, "Do you wish to give her the maximum weights on this experiment, Mr. Sanderson?"
"What do you advise, Karla?" I replied.
"It is entirely up to you, sir," she answered. "A further 10 lbs weight in the basket would be sufficient to force her lovely hanging titties into the cups and keep them there, and at the same time not dislocate her shoulders. To add any further weights after that would be inadvisable, because her arms could not be forced upwards any more without the serious probability of dislocation taking place. She will probably lose consciousness when the spiked cups envelope her tits and it will be up to you then as to how long you want to leave her in that position."
I then signalled that the 10 lbs weight should be put in the basket. This was done and her arms went up even more towards the roof and her lovely breasts went down into the spiked cups. Because the spikes were graduated in size they all pricked the rubber covering and the skin and flesh beneath at the same time, before sinking into her flesh to a depth of about I/2 an inch. She was bent right forward now with her helmeted head bent between her knees.
I allowed her to remain like this for about 30 seconds before I gave the orders for Dawn to be released. This was done very quickly by the assistants and her arms were untied and the weights taken our of the basket. Her helmet was removed and as Karla had said she, Dawn, was unconscious. I could see her blood welling up in the small wounds that the spikes had caused.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sanderson," said Karla, "about the spikes. We will take her to the rehabilitation chamber and give her the fullest attention, and then we shall be able to return her to you in about 45 minutes."
Dawn was then carried out of the chamber and I turned to help David Geary let down Sandra Mannering who had been swinging upside down for the last half an hour or so.
We let her down and she was really in a dizzy state, but a few minutes rest soon revived her. All the blood that had rushed to her head was now more evenly distributed about her body, like "I was rather intrigued with that balloon helmet that the girls were wearing while we used their delectable bodies for target practice," said David. "I see here that we can do a similar sort of thing, except that instead of air being pumped in to inflate the helmet, ice cold water is used instead. And also if we used a helmet that has been specially strengthened, it would appear that we could apply a considerable pressure against her face."
"Mm, sounds very interesting," I commented. "Oh no, not on me, please," shrieked Sandra. "Don't do anything else to hurt me, please!"
"Oh dear," replied David. "What a disappointing girl you are, Sandra. I'm quite sure that Madame Saruba would be horrified to hear one of her girl Club members talking like that. Now then, you are going down on your knees to beg me to have the water pressure helmet fixed on your head. You are going to grovel at my feet and plead with me to fix it over your head and face. If not, well you see that Flogging Post over there .?????"
"Oh no, no, you wouldn't dare!" she screamed.
"Don't try my patience too far, my dear Sandra," retorted David. "Down on your knees, come on!"
With those words, he flashed his small whip across her entrancing white, rubber-covered asscheeks.
She screamed and fell to the floor.
"Now then," continued David, "say after me. O, master, I beg you to fix the water pressure helmet over my head so that I may enjoy what it can do to my lovely figure."
Sandra blurted out these words with the assistance of an occasional flick of the whip across her ass.
"That's good," said David. "Now, perhaps you will learn that it pays to be obedient."
She stood up looking thoroughly frightened as to what was going to happen to her.
The assistants then brought the water Pressure helmet before her. It was made of heavy black rubber on the outside, which had been burnished until it shone magnificently. The zipper from the crown down to the base of the neck had been opened revealing the inch wide piece of rubber tubing which the wearer would have to fit in between her teeth in order to breathe. The inner rubber skin was much thinner than the outer so that it could be made to mould closely to her features. It had been strengthened at the seams so that it could withstand a considerable pressure when inflated.
"Just feel how heavy it is, Sandra," said David laughingly. "You will have enough on your mind even before the water is added."
Sandra struggled vigorously as the assistants made to fit the helmet over her face, but with David and I twisiting an arm up behind her back, her writhings were brbught to a complete halt. We forced her heavily painted lips apart and thrust the tubing into her mouth. The helmet was slowly peeled up over her face and head until it was fitting loosely in position. The zipper was then closed until the clip was able to be locked at the base of her neck. It now fitted quite tightly but not so tightly that a lot of improvement could not be made. By wearing this helmet she had been made blind and deaf. The assistants made sure that the helmet was fitting correctly before they started to pump water in between the two layers of rubber. The water was ice cold, just below freezing point, and while this was being done, Sandra had her arms chained about her wrists to the tops of two posts each about 7 feet high in between which she was standing. Gradually, we could see the water filling the helmet and the outer surface expanding. Eventually, the assistant who was pumping, stopped at a signal from Karla.
"That is as much as we dare pump, Mr. Geary," said Karla. "The pressure over her face is quite considerable and is extremely uncomfortable for her. The helmet is not built to withstand a greater pressure. It will be interesting to see how long she can remain conscious, for inevitably the extra pressure on her head over a period of time tends to induce loss of consciousness."
So we watched the lovely Sandra for a few minutes, watching her weird black rubber helmeted head which she could hardly move, for the weight of the water, as well as the weight of the helmet it self, was very heavy.
As time passed it was obvious to see why she had been chained between the two posts. Her torment increased by virtue of the increasing time that she had worn the helmet-until it became impossible for her to keep her head upright. Thus, it fell forward and made it impossible for her to keep her balance on the slender heels of her white leather boots. Her legs sagged and buckled and the whole weight of her body was thrust on her now tautly stretched arms.
"How long is it safe to leave the helmet on her?" asked David to Karla.
"No longer than three hours," replied the, woman, "though none of the models has ever lasted that long. The longest time has been two hours."
We left poor Sandra undergoing this exquisite torture while we turned our attention to Angela who had just been brought into the chamber again. She had been clad, as Jimmie had ordered, completely in rubber. She looked quite fascinating standing there in a heavy weight, shining-black, rubber mackintosh which covered an equally exciting skin tight fitting, one piece suit, shoulder length gloves, and thigh length boots also of black rubber.
She looked at Jimmie.
"What are you going to do to me? And who is that over there?"
"That is Sandra, my pet," replied Jimmie, "undergoing the water pressure helmet. I must say that it seems to be getting her down a bit."
Jimmie Raven had a last look at the Experiment Book, put it down and then said, "I think I know how we'll deal with you, Angela my darling. You are wearing beautiful black rubber and rubber is supposed to be waterproof. I think that we will put this to the test."
He turned to Karla.
"Will you remove her mackintosh and fasten the breathing helmet on her head."
"Certainly, Mr. Raven," replied the chief assistant.
Quickly and methodically, Angela's flashing rubber mackintosh was removed and the breathing helmet fitted over her head and face. The bottom of it fitted closely over the top of her suit so that she was completely sealed in rubber. The helmet was of fairly heavy black rubber. It was sightless and soundless but had a breathing apparatus attached to the front of it so that it was easy for her to breathe in and out through her nose and mouth. The two lengths of rubber tubing attached to the helmet had already been attached to the first of a row of oxygen cylinders. Now, Angela was looking even more fascinating in gleaming, crinkling black rubber. She was breathing quite normally through the tubes connected to the oxygen. Her arms were then doubled up and crisscrossed in the small of her back and strapped together in this position. Her ankles, too, were strapped together as were her legs above and below her knees. Then a firm metal rod was placed in between her arms and her body so that it ran from her neck right down the middle of her back in between her asscheeks to her ankles. Attached to this rod were three circular metal bands which were fastened about her neck, waist and ankles.
Then the assistants dragged into the chamber a 7 foot glass cylinder. They tipped it on it's side and inserted Angela's rubber bound form into it. Then they fixed the lid fastening the metal catches securely and the cylinder was restored to it's original vertical position. There had been holes allowed in the lid of the cylinder to permit the two rubber breathing tubes, and also a third tube about 2 inches in diameter which was positioned directly over her head. Through this tube came ice cold water pouring on to her head and cascading down over her delectable rubber-covered curves. Her suit assumed a shininess and glossiness that it had never had before. Slowly, we watched the level of the water rising inside the cylinder, which was only about 2 feet 6 inches in diameter. Held bot upright by the metal rod down her back, Angela was helpless to prevent the experiment to which she was going to be subjected. The level of the water rose up her splendidly shaped legs to her thighs. Her head was surrounded by a continuous shower of water as it poured out of the tube above her. The continual beating of the water on her head must have been most uncomfortable. The level of the water reached her hips and then her waist. It was intensely interesting to watch the water level creep up to the undersides of her superb and outstanding, rubber-covered titties. Slowly the water crept up to her nipples and then over them-and a few minutes later her tits had been placed completely underwater. Soon the water was about her neck and then the level of it started to climb up her masked and sightless face. The splashing of the water ceased as as the level of it eventually submerged this last part of her. Now the water was turned off and she looked like an incredibly weird creature clad in rubber and held almost motionless underwater.
Her torment then began. It was a subtle battle of endurance against the increasing coldness of the water which completely surrounded her.
We watched her for several minutes standing there in the cylinder before we turned to see how Sandra was faring. She had almost lost consciousness wearing the water pressure helmet.
"Prepare the rubber bed at once, please."
We changed into the tightest fitting rubber suits, boots gloves and cloaks that Jenny had in her extensive wardrobe. I felt terrific in my suit, and I waited in the living room for Jenny to finish dressing.
Eventually her maid came and said, "My mistress asks that you join her in the bedroom, Mr. Sanderson.
I went along to this room which was in complete darkness save for a brilliant spotlight which was trained on a 6 foot by 6 foot black rubber covered divan. Laying on the divan was the beautiful, Jennifer Marvane. This gorgeous creature was clad in the shiniest, tightest-fitting outfit of smooth, flame-red rubber latex which contrasted so startlingly with the black rubber couch.
She smiled invitingly and seductively and said, "Don, darling, why don't you fuck me and make me cum?
I walked slowly towards her stripping off my cloak, hastening to screw the shit out of her, sure of the fuck bliss in rubber that was to come.
