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Adventures In Rubber (Chapter 12)

Chapter 12

Moving between Jason and Flora, the stranger turned off the treadmill
and vibrating massager. As they looked up in surprise, he smiled.

"Hello," he said, and then frowned as Flora shook her head wearily.
Though her worst fears had come true; a stranger was in their house
while she was helplessly trapped in Mandy's devilish equipment, she was
too exhausted from her ordeal to do anything but relax within her
bondage, taking advantage of the relief from the insidious treadmill.

Of course, her relaxing was visible only as a bend at the knees, since
her harness held her up, the rigid corset stiffened her back, and her
hands were still held fast to her hips by the thick rubber gloves that
were glued there.

The stranger frowned at her lack of response, then noticed the box at
her belt, from which lead connected to her helmet. He flipped the
switch on the box, and watched her face. When nothing happened, he
began again.

"My dear people, I am Mr. Dodds. You have nothing to fear. I am an
old friend of Ms. Rafool's, and I'm perfectly aware of her unusual
hobbies. I'll be releasing you shortly, but I'm afraid I'm not here to
rescue you.

You see, I am your new master, at least for a while." He let those
words sink in for a moment.

Flora was stunned by this strangers appearance from nowhere, and even
more surprised by his cool assumption of authority over them. She
thought furiously, wondering how he had gotten onto the property, or
for that matter, how he had gotten past Mandy's two protection-trained
Rottweillers. She had no intention of surrendering to this intruder
without Mandy's reassurance. For all she knew, this guy could be an
axe-murderer. She also realized that their visitor was a large and
powerfully built man, so for the moment, she offered no resistance as
he proceeded to undress her.

She squirmed a bit in embarrassment as he removed the dildos from her
in plain view of Jason. Did he have to do this here, right in front of
Jason, she thought. As she stood shivering, wet with lubricant and
sweat, she wondered if perhaps this strange man could be legitimate.
She remembered now that Mandy had mentioned one or two men in her life
once, but it had been a long time ago, and she couldn't remember the
details. She was certain that Mandy hadn't had any men here since
Flora had moved in, although she knew that Mandy was bisexual.

She remembered that that Mandy had taken several business trips last
year, despite her being "retired". The lawyers and bean-counters had
not been managing her father's estate to her liking, and she had
intervened personally to set things right. She could easily have
entertained this guy or any others without Flora's knowledge on any of
those occasions. For a moment, she felt a faint twinge of jealousy,
but it faded, dissolving in a warm glow, as she assured herself how
much Mandy loved her.

She hoped for this "Mr. Dodds" sake that he either had Mandy's
permission, or that he left before she got home. Although she didn't
usually think of her as a cruel person, Mandy was not someone you
wanted to have genuinely mad at you.

Mr. Dodds covered Flora with a plain silk bath robe, and led her away
up the stairs. He stopped at the bar and fixed her a brandy,
commanding her to drink it.

"It will help you calm down, perhaps you can get some rest," he said.

Flora had no intention of resting until she got to the bottom of this
little mystery, but she swallowed obediently, in order to seem
unthreatening. She coughed a little after, unaccustomed to the burning
nectar, and then docilely allowed him to lead her to her room. He
tucked her in, between soft satin sheets, and left her room. Flora had
intended to get up and about as soon as Dodds left her alone, but
suddenly, she felt very tired, her arms and legs leaden, and she
realized that she had been d**gged. Already, the soporific that Dodds
had dosed her brandy with was making her drowsy, and Flora was soon
fast asl**p, unaware of the clicks of the key turning in the lock.

When she awoke, she lay still a moment, trying to remember where she
was. There was a sour taste in her mouth, and the smell of leather
filled her nostrils. Her head felt tight, and her mouth cottony and
full, as if she'd been drinking. When she remembered the events of
that morning, she made to get up, to look for Jason and Mandy, but- she
couldn't! She couldn't move a muscle, literally. Her entire body felt
clamped in a hard, immovable shell.

She realized then that her eyes were actually open but she couldn't see
a thing. What's happened to me? she thought. She f***ed herself to
calm down.

When she tried to move her head again, she realized that she had been
put into bondage again, but what bondage!

Mentally, she took stock of her senses. She could feel a stiff, form-
fitting leather helmet laced tightly around her head. The fullness in
her mouth was a soft gag which tasted of leather. Although she had
been wearing discipline helmets on occasion for years, this struck her
as odd, as she was certain that all of Mandy's were made of rubber.

Nonetheless, helmets she could handle, they were part and parcel of her
bondage games with Mandy, and she enjoyed them. Nor was it the first
time she had woken up to find that she had been restrained while
asl**p, but this incredible sense of rigidity...

She began to panic again. Never in her entire life, including two
years under the tender ministrations of Mandy, had she felt as trapped
as this. Even when tied tightly with yards of rope, or laced into a
leather body binder, or hugged in the firm embrace of Mandy's
inflatable 'meditation bag', it had always been possible to move
slightly. Now she couldn't wiggle even a finger! But... she flexed
her muscles again, breathing slowly to calm her self. Okay, she could
feel her muscles flex, she wasn't paralyzed.

She took the freedom of movement in her head as a good sign as well,
and slowly realized she was in no immediate danger. She heard some
scratches and a click and then heard the door open. Well, she thought,
I'm not in any of Mandy's helmets- she usually either uses the ones
with ear pads or puts plugs in my ears- I would never have heard that
noise. Something brushed her head. She remembered that Mandy had
removed her wig. The stranger had seen her bald! Even after almost a
year without hair, she still felt a twinge of embarassment at the
thought of a stranger seeing her without hair.

"I think you're awake, aren't you?" A familiar male voice asked. She
"um-hmmed" through the gag.

"This is Mr. Dodds again, Flora. You mustn't be afraid, there is
nothing to worry about. I'll take good care of you, and in due course,
I'll let you out. Now, if I remove your helmet, will you be a good
girl and have something to eat?"

She thought that feeding one's prisoners didn't conform to the usual
model for axe-murderer, so she grunted "Um-hm" again. Shortly, he had
removed her mask. She blinked in the warm glow from the bedside lamp.
Expecting to see some bizarre costume in leather or rubber, she was
surprised to find him bending over her in a simple tweed house jacket.

He smiled kindly said, "I have some good minestroni soup here for you.
I'll spoon and you swallow, alright?"

Suddenly, she was famished. She had no idea how long it had been since
she and Jason had `eaten' breakfast.

"Okay," she replied, and her own voice startled her. She realized she
hadn't spoken plainly since, since...

"What time is it?" she inquired, as he began spoon-feeding her. The
salty, beef-flavored soup tasted delicious.

"It's four in the afternoon, but you've been asl**p since yesterday,"
he lied. She noticed then that the walls seemed tilted at crazy
angles, until she realized that SHE was on a tilted platform, and not
in bed. Looking down, it was immediately obvious why she was unable to
move. She was completely encased in a rock-hard body cast, covering
her body from her ankles up to the neck. Mr. Dodds was talking again
as he fed her more soup.

"You and Jason have had quite a session, though I dare say you got the
more intense treatment. I've put you into a body cast to isolate you
completely from physical sensations. Because of this, you should be
recovered from your ordeal completely. Now we can all have fun again!"

Whether Flora believed this lame-sounding excuse or not, she was too
bewildered by the events of the day to offer any argument or wonder
what Mr. Dodds meant by 'fun'. Nervously, she continued sipping the
offered soup.

When she was finished, and Dodds had cleared away the breakfast tray,
he spread a plastic tarpaulin around her feet and under the slanting
board. Flora's eyes grew wide with apprehension.

Dodds smiled and said, "Now I'm going to remove your cast. The noise
may sound awful, but I promise it shan't hurt a bit."

When the messy procedure was over, Mr. Dodds helped the weak and
wondering Flora to the bed, tucked her in, and said, "Good night!"
before trundling off with the pieces of her cast under his arms.

The d**g he had put in her soup soon took hold, and she drifted off
again, unaware of the strange activities commencing in the guest room
down the hall...

Late that night, the light in Mr. Dodd's commandeered guest room still
burned. He had his three body casts arrayed across the
tarpaulin-covered floor, while he mixed odd-smelling liquids in big
plastic buckets. The halves of each cast had been joined anew, the
seams made smooth by plaster-and-gauze repairs. When he was satisfied
with the gooey substance that foamed in his buckets, he began pouring
it into his molds....


Sunlight streaming in the window warmed her body as Flora awoke. She
felt strange, as if still dreaming, with a dull, numb feeling
enveloping her. As she woke up a bit more, she realized that someone
had put a thin latex helmet on her head. She felt for a zipper to undo
it, but it was apparently sealed under a glued seam. The helmet had
eye, nose and mouth openings, so she took it in stride, having worn
such helmets for years. She started to get up, happy to be able to
move again, only to be startled when she realized that Mr. Dodds was
sitting in a chair next to the door. He looked a little weary, but he
must have been happy. He was smiling broadly.

"Here," he said. "I brought you some juice. No, don't lie down, we've
a lot to do today. Besides, I want to examine you."

At Flora's intake of breath and indignant look, he quickly added, "Now,
my good man, there's no point stalling."

Flora thought, `good man' ? He's either gone completely bonkers, or
he REALLY needs glasses!

"After all," Dodds was saying, "I AM a doctor, and besides, I've
already seen you without clothes downstairs, or had you forgotten?"

Flora blushed beneath her concealing mask, and he said, "Please. Turn
around for me a bit. Good. Very good. You look fine. Now I want you
to get dressed in those clothes on the dresser, they should fit you
well enough."

As she sipped her juice, Sarah began feeling even more odd than when
she had awoke. There was a strange sensation in her skin, as if she
still had on one of her latex catsuits. She looked down at her

...and got the shock of her life. She had the body of a man! Feeling
faint, she rushed to the full-length dressing mirror, holding on to one
of the bedposts for support. The image that confronted her in the
mirror was impossible, yet there was no denying it. Below the
concealing black hood, her sexy young female figure was gone, replaced
by the virile form of a young, shaved man, complete with plumbing.

In a daze, she caressed the strange chest and arms, thinking, I'm
dreaming- that's got to be it, I'm still asl**p, and this is all a

Mr. Dodds interrupted her revery. "Ah-ah! None of that, Jason- no
touching yourself. Just get dressed. And hurry up, we've a lot do

Jason! Flora thought, I'm not Jason! Okay, that's it then, this
really is a dream. I guess I can be whoever I want... hmm, this could
actually be fun. I've always wondered what it was like to be a man.
As she turned her head, the makeup lights sourrounding the vanity left
blurry trails behind- she knew she was dreaming, now.

Dodds was very pleased with himself. It had taken him a year of
tinkering and several visits from a Hollywood special effects costumer
that he knew to perfect the technique. The foam latex suit that he'd
molded from Jason's cast fit her perfectly. Once she was dressed,
she'd never be able to see the back seam, which was glued shut anyhow,
and the only remaining openings were at the neck and anus.

The inside was molded precisely to her own shape, and the supple foam
latex would follow her every movement. A thick dildo, made of
silicone-coated steel, filled her vagina and was loosely attached to
the artificial phallus in front, while a small manual pump concealed in
the scrotum would allow her to get a convincing erection. The dildo
inside her was hollow near the top and half full of mercury, so it
wiggled and jerked inside her with every movement.

In Flora's anesthetised state however, she knew only that she felt
horny. She chalked it up to her new male body. How distracting, she
thought, to be randy all the time. No wonder men have such a bad

By all external appearances, she was now a man. But Dodds had d**gged
her juice as well, to support the illusion. On an empty stomach, he
thought, it ought to be coursing through her veins even now.

The juice contained a witch's brew of d**gs, although in relatively low
dosages. The mixture had been painstakingly developed by the doctor
over about five months, using himself and his current slave as test
subjects. A synthetic cocaine derivative would cause a feeling of
elation, a relative of Xylocain would numb her skin somewhat, and a
hypnotic similar to Nembutal would maintain her dreamlike state. None
of the d**gs depressed the central nervous system. Flora would still
receive plenty of sexual stimuli.

As the potent cocktail of d**gs began to take hold, Flora found herself
becoming excited by her new identity, and the interesting items that
Dodds had set out for her. She fumbled through the pile, wondering
what new devilment the mysterious Mr. D had come up with. She
uncovered a large butt plug made of gleaming chrome-plated metal. It
was very heavy, and warm to the touch. Dodds must have heated it up.
Thoughtful, but... She stared at it. She looked at Mr. Dodds
pleadingly. She looked back at the butt plug.

"Come, come now!" exclaimed Dodds, "I'm losing my patience." He leaped
to his feet and shoved Flora/Jason onto the bed, shouting, "Stay there
and don't move!" He searched through the bedside tables until he found
a jar of lubricant, some of Mandy's favorite silicone grease. He
liberally smeared Flora's rear passage, through the hole in the suit,
and pushed in the plug.

All at once and nothing first, Flora (or was she Jason?) felt the dildo
slip into place. Had she not been used to such toys, the big toy would
surely have caused some pain. As it was, the size of it made her gasp,

then writhe in delight. I wonder if this is how it feels to Jason, she
thought. Am I really a man? It feels different, strange.

"Now that you're suitably plugged," shouted Dodds, "get your sluggish
ass off the bed and into those things as I told you!"

Jason/Flora moved quickly to the dresser and picked up the first item.
Not so much clothing as tack, thought Flora. The leather harness she
held in her hands was both large and complex, with dozens of straps.
She laid it out and loosened the buckles, then put it on. When she was
finished, she stood before the mirror. The harness was a total-body
harness, with straps extending down two sides of each leg plus the
front, rear, and sides of the torso, and both sides of each arm.
Further, it continued in a stiff posture collar into a complex head
harness which she hadn't figured out yet.

Mr. Dodds stood and assisted. "Here lad, you've got to loosen the
gag-strap first," he said. He pulled the harness over her head,
pushing the deflated bladder gag into her mouth. Over this was mounted
a thick curved plate, covering the mouth, on the front of which was
attached a formidable, realistically shaped dildo, also made of
gleaming chrome-plated metal.

As the straps were tightened, Flora felt strangely elated, knowing that
this treatment was the sort of thing Jason would have to learn to
love. But wait, she thought, I'm Jason now! And if I'm Jason, then
what is Flora going through? Her head spun.

Mr. Dodds worked his way down Floras (Jason's?) body, tightening each
strap until her "flesh" swelled between them. Her new penis and balls
were then delivered through the crotch ring, and the crotch strap
pulled tight in the buckle on the waist strap, forcing the butt-plug
deep into her rectum.

"Almost ready!" exclaimed Dodds, as he plucked another item from the
dresser: a puffer bulb, which he attached to a valve at the edge of the
mouth-plate. He watched Flora's face as he pumped the bulb. Her eyes
widened, her breathing quickening as her mouth was inexorably filled
with soft rubber. When her cheeks were slightly distended, Dodds
detached the bulb.

He drew out a long burgundy rubber cape from the closet and d****d it
around his slave's shoulders. "There!" he pronounced, "a perfect image
of male submission, ready to serve his mistress in any way. Now, who
do you suppose that mistress is going to be, Jason?"

Mr. Dodds began to stroke her crotch with both hands. She strained to
see, but the severe leather harness prevented her from bending more
than an inch or two. Dodds turned her to the mirror and stepped back.

"Jason" looked at herself in the mirror. She was indeed an excellent
specimen of manhood, with broad shoulders, powerful legs and chest,
all held in check by the tight body harness. Further, her engorged
member proved beyond a doubt that no matter how strange it felt, this
must be a dream- she really was a man, for as long as the dream

Feeling slightly dazed, Flora allowed "himself" to be led by leash and
collar downstairs...

When they arrived at the dining room, she got quite a shock, until she
remembered who she was. Someone, (Flora?) was standing on the other
side of the table, acting as servant in a very sexy, if bizarre, maid's
outfit. The third member of the household was nowhere to be seen.
Earlier in her dream, "Jason" had hoped to talk to the others, to find
out how they felt, what they were going through, but now she saw this
was not to be. She, of course, would never be able to talk with her
mouth filled by the pump gag, and in addition, she recognized her own
false-face mask on the maid's head, the same one she had worn to the
party that Mandy had followed Jason to. The thick rubber helmet was an
exact duplicate of a female face, but she knew it was equipped with a
thick, sponge filled rubber gag inside. The question was, who was
inside: Mandy or Jason?

They were about the same height, so it would be impossible to tell that
way. Then she remembered- it would have to be either Mandy or Flora,
not Jason. She was really "Jason".

Dodds loosened some straps, then sat "Jason" down at the table,
strapping her to the chair with the harness until she could barely
move. He then ordered the maid to serve brunch, "Exactly as I told
you.", then walked away.

For eating, "Jason's" gag was removed, and she was spoon fed, like a
baby. The breakfast/lunch was actually rather good, and she wondered
who had cooked it, with all of them tied up most of the time.

Flora realized that she might figure out who the maid was by how she
walked, but she seemed to be having trouble walking, and a glance down
showed why.

She wore very shiny chrome-colored thigh-high boots, that had no
apparent laces or fastenings, just barely-visible seams along the
sides. In addition to being very stiff-looking, they had very high
heels and ballet toes. As she walked about, the maid never bent her
knees, rather she seemed to shift her hips until the heel cleared the
floor, then swung her leg slightly, taking tiny, mincing steps.

The boots were so smooth and polished to such a sheen that they might
have been made from metal. Suddenly "Jason" realized... they actually
were metal.

She was amazed that anyone could even stand in them, let alone walk
around. But the maid continued to defy gravity, remaining upright,
although she had to constantly shift her feet for balance, like a
ballerina on point.

All too soon, the mysterious Mr. Dodds returned, saying, "Now, my
c***dren, I'd like to show you what I've been working on." He released
"Jason", re-tightening her harness. Snapping a lead to each of their
collars, he led them to the basement stairs....

To Be Continued...

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