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I'm posting stories that I like to read. Plenty of rubber, medical, nc,
longterm encasement, display, etc....

If you have please post it or e-mail me. Thanks

The Red Sandhog

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The Rubber Gallery

Fetish Fantasy story by K. Valery


          The life of an art student can be difficult. Anna came to
Berlin from a remote part of Germany to study at the a reputed academy
of arts. She had exhausted her financial reserves and the cost of living
in a city was much higher than she expected.
          Every Saturday she flicked through the small ads section of
the papers in the hope of finding a job and thereby improving her
financial situation. Mostly, these were very badly paid restaurant jobs,
but now and then she would manage to find some more lucrative modelling
work. Anna had a perfect figure; long legs, small waist, well
proportioned hips, firm round breasts, a slim neck and good facial bone
structure. She liked putting herself on display and didn't mind posing
naked, which was appreciated by photographers.
          Finding nude models is never easy! This particular day she
noticed an unusual advert: "Nude models needed for avantegarde Materials
and Performance Art Exhibition, Potential for additional employment at
other installations. Only those who possess a good figure and staying
power need apply. Extraordinary remuneration". A telephone number was
given. Anna's creative brain was immediately full of questions. What
kind of performance could this be? Why do they need so many nude models?
However, the job was art related and was sure to be better than working
in a smoky discotheque. And besides, it promised good money. She reached
for the telephone.
          The "Galerie Noir" was situated in a quiet part of the town:
not many people on the streets, lots of parking space. This in itself,
she felt, was a bit suspect. The building was a rather grandiose period
property. "Be punctual,competition is high as we've had a lot of
applicants", the lady on the phone had said. The door stood open and, as
their was no door-bell, Anna entered. After making her way down a long,
brightly lit corridor, she eventually reached a black gloss-painted
door. This door was also ajar and Anna tentatively entered, finding
herself in a big, square hall, lit by a chandelier. There were already
about a dozen girls there, sitting on the benches which were placed
alongside the walls. The high-ceiling room was filled with murmur. Anna
sat down and, while she waited, another six girls arrived.
          After about fifteen minutes one of the other three doors
opened and a woman of about thirty years with an elegant short haircut
emerged. She wore atight waisted grey flannel suit and matching
high-heels and had on a pair of delicate gold-plated glasses. She looks
like a lecturer thought Anna. The murmur in the room immediately hushed.
The lady closed the door and stood in front of it.
          "Hello ladies, My name is Lydia von Hagen. I'm happy that so
many of you have come and that, judging by my first impressions, you
seem to be so suitable. We shall see if this is so shortly. First I'd
like to tell you something about our project. Few of you will have heard
of Pierre Cesar. He is a performance artist from Paris and comes highly
recommended. His first
creations were shown only to a very select group of art lovers and this
will be his first big exhibition. Pierre's speciality is latex. This
material has a special meaning for him. In his opinion its suppleness,
its shine and other characteristics make it appear almost alive. After
years of experimentation he has devised some unique techniques of
application and usage with which he has achieved fascinating results.
The central theme of his work is the beauty of the female body. Contrary
to a conventional sculptor, he creates live sculptures, by pouring latex
over the female model. We'll tell you more about it later. Now! Have any
of you got a problem with showing yourself naked, or is anyone opposed
to erotic art? If you have, then it would be best if you left now, we
don't want to have to explain ourselves later. We shall engage those
interested for one week, ifwe find you suitable. We expect full
cooperation from you for which you will earn 1,000 Marks per day. Think
about it and please tell me now if you are not interested!"
          Nobody uttered a sound. The thought of earning 7000 Marks in a
week made any other doubts about this job disappear. "Good! Regrettably
though, I have to tell you that we only need twelve girls so I'm afraid
we are forced to select. I will give each of you a number which you will
have to memorise. From now on you will be addressed only by this number.
It will save us the inconvenience of having to remember your names,
especially as three of you are called Sabine. You will be called for
assessment in three groups." The lady passed around the room, giving
each girl a slip of paper, after which she left. Anna looked at the
paper in her hand, she had received the number eight. A little later the
first group was called in, numbers 1 to 6.
          Anna had to wait about half an hour for the turn of her group
after when they were called through into a small room. Behind a long
table stood a young woman in a maid's uniform. On the table were six
small laundry baskets. "Please undress and put all your clothes into the
basket with your number on. Yes please, completely nude! I will provide
you with a pair of shoes. Now, what size do you wear?"... Each girl was
given a pair of black vinyl court shoes with pencil thin 12 cm. heels.
"Phew! Are these high!" said Number six, "I'm not at all used to this."
"Then you had better get used to them quickly!", said the maid dryly,
"otherwise you'll have no chance! Now then, each of you put on one of
these chokers!" Each girl received a choker made of black vinyl with
dainty silver clasps at the backand inset at the front with a chromium
plated button from which hung a small disk bearing her number. "This way
now!" ordered the maid.
          One by one, the girls hobbled through another door into a huge
office painted a brilliant white. Even the floor was covered in white
tiles and shrill neon light illuminated even the most remote corner of
the room. The two high windows, however, were covered with thick black
velvet curtains and the only piece of furniture was a heavy,
three-metre-long desk made of glossed black wood. Behind the desk sat
the lady they had previously met, a forty year old man, greying slightly
at the temples who was wearing a black polo neck, and another woman, in
her mid-thirties, whose white overall gave her the appearance of a
doctor. "Everyone line up there in numerical order please!", Frau von
Hagen ordered, indicating a red line marked with sticky tape that lay on
the floor approximately three metres away from the table. "Number Six to
the left, and so on, and please hurry up!" Anna observed the man whose
dark eyes scanned over the naked bodies of the girls. >BR> "I would like
to give you some further information about our project now. Pierre is to
make living sculptures from your bodies by pouring liquid latex over
you. Don't be scared, this process is not dangerous or harmful to your
health as has been confirmed by several tests that have been made. You
will be given a full guarantee of that. You will then be exhibited in a
gallery for a whole week in various positions, or as a part of an
installation. Now I will have to acquaint you with some necessary and
important procedures which might frightened you a little. But don't
worry, everything happens
under the strict supervision of Dr.Scharf here, who will take every
care. At first we will have to remove all your body hair otherwise it
would stick to the latex which would hurt you when the layers are
removed. However do not fear, your hair will grow again and, with the
money that you receive, you will be able to afford a wig, won't you?!!".
The girls remained silent.
          "Of course there is a problem with the natural body functions.
The layer of latex must stay intact for the full duration of the
exhibition. Repeating the process would be too expensive. We have
thought of something which will help you to fulfil these functions
without problem. Dr. Scharf will enlighten you further." Frau von Hagen
stood very still for a moment as if waiting to see what effect her words
had on the girls. The girls were a little confused trying to work out
what she meant. . "Please understand that we are forced to speak to you
in a very abrupt manner in order to save time and we expect you to
follow our orders immediately. The whole thing must be well organised
and precise. Doctor, please carry on."
          The lady in the white coat stood up accompanied by a rustling
sound. Anna recognised the sound made by her garb only too well , it was
RUBBER!. She had often come into contact with this bizarre material. The
photographers she had modelled for all seemed to have a liking for it,
and often she was made to wear this sweat inducing, figure hugging
fabric. Dr.Scharf's whole outfit was obviously made of it, even her
highly polished transparent stockings and gloves, and her white high
heeled boots.
          " O.K. girls, I will now inspect you. Firstly, I am interested
in determining the firmness of your bodies, breasts and thighs. Please
spread your legs slightly, pull your tummies in and thrust out your
chests!" She went from one to another and kneaded their bodies without
any inhibition. Her rubberised fingers gripped the breasts and the
thighs of the girls, and went on to inspect the crotch as well as the
mouth. At the same time hercontinuous remarks were noted down by Frau
von Hagen and the man in the dark suit. Anna felt as if she was at a
cattle auction. "Number Seven; firmthighs a touch too full, but the bum
cheeks are nicely rounded. The waist is too full also, but that can be
made smaller by tight lacing. Breasts full and firm. Good facial bone
structure." And so it went on...until everybody was dealt with. " Now
turn around and bend over!" The girls followed the order but the Doctor
was not satisfied. "Right over, I said! Bend your spines a little more,
you lazy cows and stick your pretty bottoms out! I will have to inspect
them more closely, but do not be alarmed it will soon be over." Anna
felt the fingers of the Doctor between her thighs pushing into her
orifices and to her mortification, felt herself becoming wet. This
procedure turned her on, whether she liked it or not!
          "Number Eight; anus very tight, in fact, I suspect virginal,
but this should not be a problem. Vagina surprisingly moist. Are you
sexually aroused, Number Eight?" Anna didn't know what to say and just
blushed. These peoplewere extremely rude! "I've asked you a question, so
answer me, Number Eight! Why are you randy?". "I...er...it turns me on
standing here nude in front of everybody..." , stuttered Anna quietly.
"Good. You don't have to be ashamed. This is quite healthy for a pretty
young thing like yourself. And particularly for our purpose! Note down
number Eight, Lydia!"
          The examination didn't take long, and the girls were then
allowed to put their clothes back on. When they were ready, Frau von
Hagen called out the selected numbers and sent all the rest of the girls
home. "Sign this contract and be here precisely at twelve o'clock
tomorrow. You will then be depilated and prepared for the rubberising
process." Anna spent a very restless night. She couldn't get rid of the
numerous imagined scenarios floating around her head. What would it be
like standing in a gallery looking like a rubber sculpture, having the
whole world stare at her? And what would it feel like on her skin?!! She
was tossing and turning, eventually coming to the realisation that the
thought of the following day had made her wet again. This artist, this
dark man with his inquisitive eyes would not be banished from her
thoughts. He would turn them all into his creations. What a man! He
plays with women like others play with clay. Could she ever get near to
him? And then there was that cold woman Dr.Scharf, with her smooth cool
rubber fingers probing into her most intimate parts. In her mind, Anna
heard again the rustling sound that the rubber of the snow white
Doctor's coat had made, and she could still smell that intense sweet
aroma, a mixture of perfume, female body odour and rubber.
          Precisely at twelve o'clock they were all assembled again, a
dozen girls, all equally beautiful, whether blonde, redheaded or
brunette. One could hardly tell them apart, thought Anna. At this point
she didn't realise how right she would turn out to be. Frau von Hagen
greeted the girls and directed them into various rooms, where they again
had to undress and put on the chokers. They were then asked to sit on
metal swivel chairs and were denuded of all body hair. Without argument
their hair was cut off first with large scissors and then with shorter
ones, and finally the remaining stubble was lathered and shaven. Soon
their heads shone bald and white in the bright neon light. Following
this depilation cream was applied to completely cover their bodies. In
particular care was taken in the pubic region, on their shaven heads and
their faces. This procedure then was to include their eyebrows and
eyelashes. The cream which hardened fast was heated by a hair dryer and
then pulled off with ease. Out they emerged, soft, completely hairless,
skin pink and shiny.
          "This cream is a new invention from America, and doesn't only
remove hair thoroughly but also arrests any regrowth for several weeks.
You look great!" Lydia von Hagen was looking at the dozen bald shiny
headed girls with satisfaction. They really did look identical, thought
Anna, and if they weren't wearing numbers, one could not tell them
apart. In particular the absence of eyebrows and eyelashes gave the
unmade faces a strangely expressionless, androgenous look. "Before we
begin with the process you will be prepared for a little more by
Dr.Scharf. Please take your places in the waiting room, you will be
called later."
           When Anna's turn came, she had to follow the Doctor into
another room which was completely covered in white tiles. In the middle
stood a gynaecological chair covered in black rubber surrounded by shiny
chromium trolleys on which were laid various insruments. "It's your
turn, Number Eight! Firstly we'll fit you with a catheter with a
connection for an external reservoir, as well as a colonic tube with
balloon, and a hosepipe attachment. This will help to
evacuate you when you are in your rubber encasement. You don't have to
worry  about anything, it won't hurt, it will only feel a little bit
unusual..." With these words she reached between Anna's thighs, her fast
probing rubber fingers disinfecting and lubricating all her orifices.
Then she inserted the long thin hose of the catheter. No sooner had Anna
felt the short sharp pain than the tube was in. "See, no problem! You're
already leakproof! Incidentally, the catheter will be held in its place
by the aid of a little inflatable balloon which is situated at the top
of the hose inside your bladder. Can you feel it?" Dr. Scharf squeezed
the small hand pump hanging between Anna's legs. She immediately felt a
spreading pressure in her bladder. It felt just as though she had to
pass water. Anna protested; "Is this necessary? I mean, it feels like a
......" "Yes, of course, Number Eight, but that can't be avoided, you'll
just have to deal with it. Next we will seal your vagina so that no
latex can enter. Besides, this will also stop your secretions damaging
the rubber, we've already seen how quickly you get wet, you randy
thing!"
          Anna couldn't see what Dr.Scharf was doing, but she felt,
distinctly, a long soft object being inserted into her vagina. "This is
an inflatable dildo, which I will now inflate to make a nice tight fit.
And then we will seal everything with latex glue. There!" Anna felt a
cold sticky substance being rubbed onto the outer lips of her vagina.
Dr.Scharf smoothed it all out until there was nothing more to be seen
except a smooth rubber skin. "The stuff binds with the skin so well that
you are now absolutely sealed in. Fear not, we do have a solvent with
which we can remove it! And now for your bottom..."
          Again Anna felt something cold being inserted deep into her
rectum. "This colon balloon will also have to be inflated so that you
are leakproof and nothing is able to escape. This will also feel
slightly uncomfortable, but one gets used to it after a while." Dr.
Scharf spoke with an impartial tone as if she was giving a lecture to
uninterested students. Anna shivered when she heard the hissing noise of
the air pump. Soon the balloon in her colon began to inflate and the
urge to go to the toilet became overpowering. Again the Doctor pressed
on the pump in order to close off her back passage. She then proceeded
to seal it off with the rubber glue. She held a mirror to Anna, who saw
in amazement that her nether regions were now totally sealed in a smooth
skin. Instead of her anus and vagina there were two circular skin
coloured screw top made of rubber. The unpleasant pressure in her
abdomen reminded her constantly of the presence of three inflated
intruders made of rubber.
          Dr.Scharf stuck imitation rubber nipples over Anna's own,
saying "Monsieur Cesar wants to be sure that the nipples are always
visible!". The artificial nipples were oversized and reminded Anna of
the tops from toothpaste tubes. "And now, we'll do your pretty head , we
don't want the liquid rubber to get in so we'll have to seal it off."
Soft earplugs were inserted into Anna's ears, her eyes were covered with
see,through perspex ovals and into her nostrils small tubes were
inserted. Her mouth was filled with a inflated gag and then everything
was sealed with the latex glue as before. Anna couldn't open her mouth
anymore , in fact she didn't seem to have one at all!. Her face looked
totally smooth beneath her nose. As if reading her thoughts, Dr.Scharf
placed something over her sealed mouth and pressed it briefly on. Again
she held the mirror to Anna who looked into the rosy shining face of a
mannequin with insect, like plastic eyes and a nose flattened slightly
by the tubes. Underneath were a pair of full, sensuously pouting rubber
lips!. Between these exaggerated lips was concealed another screw top.
The Doctor's voice reached Anna's ears only faintly; "Finished. Now you
are ready to be completely immersed in rubber, Number Eight!"
          Each girl in turn was prepared in this way, which took the
rest of the day. In the evening they were all gathered in a dining room
and, around a long table, were given porridge which they had to suck up
through tubes which were attached for the purpose onto the screw tops in
their mouths. The girls had never imagined the job would be like this,
but it was too late to make any complaints, and impossible, in any case,
to articulate them. She spent the night in a little bedroom with four
rubber coated platform beds ," So that you get used to the rubber!..."
In no time all their hoses were all attached to the reservoirs hanging
at the side of the beds. Going to the toilet was now superfluous.
          The next day brought forth the event for which they had been
engaged. In the morning a clamour emanating from the great hall was
heard by the girls, though muffled by their ear plugs, indicated that
many guests had arrived. Breakfast was administered in the fashion now
familiar to the girls and around mid-day their attachments were removed
and they were finally summoned.
          As the girls were led in, Pierre Cesar was just finishing his
opening address. The sound of approval spread through the crowd of
around one hundred elegantly dressed art-lovers as the girls' smooth and
gleaming bodies hobbled in, stilettos clattering over the stone floor.
The harsh spotlight reflected against their bald heads and their perspex
eyes. With their huge firm nipples and their smooth sexless genitalia,
the effect given was that of twelve identical plastic clones.
          The performance started immediately. Cesar had engaged a whole
team of assistants dressed in black, who knew exactly what they had to
do. The girls were taken to designated spots, and there in front of the
eyes of an amazed audience, were put through various procedures which
all had a common result: the full rubberising of the girls' bodies from
head to toe! At the entrance stood Number Thirteen on a slowly turning
pedestal. Around her, like snakes, three hose pipes with egg-shaped
nozzles danced, whilst liquid latex poured from them, covering her.
After only a few minutes she was completely enveloped in a thick coating
of wet rubber.
          Immediately next to her was Number Three, who held in her
hands a hula-hoop ring which surrounded a thin membrane of latex. Cesar
instructed the girl to climb through the ring where the rubber membrane
stretched to envelope her body and clung like a film without tearing.
"This is a completely new solution which has a heightened surface
tension! Under dry conditions the stuff is extremely strong and tear
proof", explained the artist. In a very short time the girl was
transformed into a black rubber statue and, as a final touch, Cesar
added an orange-coloured ponytail.
          Opposite stood Number Sixteen with her back to the wall, being
shot at with liquid latex from a small cannon exuding. The guests also
assisted in this. The splashing substance landed onto the breasts,
thighs, and into the face of the motionless girl. Soon Number Sixteen
also became a black rubber doll.
          In the middle of the hall was a swimming pool over which was
installed a rubber shower. Anna kneeling in it was already covered in
thick black rubber milk up to her thighs, whilst the molasses like
substance sprayed out of the shower head in thick droplets, and
temporarily blinded her. She felt it spreading evenly over her skin and
running down her body which soon disappeared under the deluge. After a
few minutes she emerged from the pool and stood in the warm air of a
dryer where she felt the rubber on her skin tightening. Her rubber skin
became highly glossy and as tight as a balloon. "Ladies and Gentleman,
the rubber doll Number Eight is ready!" Cesar led her proudly around the
room, and the guests were allowed to touch her rubber skin with their
curious hands.
          One after another, all twelve girls had undergone their
transformation by one of the four procedures. Now they were all black
shiny statues. This concluded the first part of the performance. The
girls were placed around the walls, on little pedestals while the guests
enjoyed a small buffet and champagne. Anna heard a muffled conversation
between two men directly in front of her. One held a small prospectus in
his hand. "Listen to this, it sounds very interesting; R.A.B.O., Rent A
Bondage Object! Rent a live rubber doll as a kinetic art object for your
elegant office, as an erotic pastime for sophisticated bondage games, or
simply as an exciting addition to your furniture! Our rubber dolls are
extremely flexible, co-operative and easy to clean!" "Hey, I never knew
Cesar's rubber dolls are for hire!"
          Anna was astounded. Had she heard correctly? Before she had
time to think, two assistants lifted her down from the pedestal, across
the hall, and into a room. Lydia von Hagen appeared beside her. "Young
girl listen to me! You have the chance to multiply your wages, yes, you
will get 10,000 DM per day if you agree to be used for special purposes.
You could be hired out to some very interested clients for a few days,
nothing alarming, so don't worry! This is entirely up to you, otherwise
you will stay here for the whole week as an exhibit."
          Anna couldn't think clearly. Blind, dumb and almost deaf,
totally encased in rubber, all sorts of pictures flashed through her
mind including scenes from "Indecent Proposal". Why not?, she thought.
Ten thousand a day was a considerable sum! All her financial problems
would be over.... "Well? Are you interested? Nod your head if you are."
Anna paused for a while... then nodded.

Epilogue

          The room was quiet except for the soft whistle of the girls
breathing through their tubes. In front of her, Anna saw a number of
rubber cocoons suspended vertically stretched between the floor and the
ceiling by thick rubber cords. They were waiting for the transport
coming tomorrow. Hardly any had refused the lucrative offer, but none of
them had an idea about what to expect. However they had a written
contract which stated that no harm would come to them and that at a
given time they would be returned and freed. Seventy thousand marks for
a week of discomfort was a hell of a lot of money....
          Anna found herself on all fours glued to an upholstered
rounded plinth. She had no idea as to what purpose she served, or who
had hired her...was she a decorative item...or a piece of furniture....?

(to be continued?)


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