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Collected by Djian
updated mai 2 - 2008

Rbrbill@aol.com formerly known as billgadb@gte.net

Author's note: Part two of this tale is a first person record obtained by electronic mail. The rest of this tale has been pieced together from various sources and accounts of those involved in tale.

Carla's Journey, Part One, The Slave Colony

Carla was looking for some extra cash. As an actress, she had not quite made the hit she was led to expect by the sleazy agent who had "discovered" her. The guy seemed to be more interested in getting into her panties than getting her work. She soon dumped him and began searching for another agency, a reputable one, to get her work. It didn't take long for her to realize that reputable agencies were hard to find. She was becoming desperate. In fact, she was looking for any decent work that would get her enough money to buy the bus ticket back to her home in Kansas.

As she browsed the want ads in the local business weekly, her eye caught a simple one-line ad.
"Models needed for local fashion artist show. 538-4562."

"Well, this might get me a bus ticket if they take me," she said to herself as she walked to the corner pay phone and dropped a quarter into the slot.

"Artist Fashion Zone," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I saw your ad in the Weekly and I was wondering if there still are any slots available for your showing?" asked Carla.

"We could certainly take a look at you. Can you bring your portfolio along to drop with us to review?"

"I'm sorry. I don't have a portfolio. I thought perhaps a personal interview would suffice."

"That is a bit irregular. But since we are a new design house, perhaps a fresh look for a model might be okay. Can you come over at two this afternoon?"

"I'll be there. Thanks." Carla hung the phone up.

She looked at herself and realized that she needed to change into something more presentable for an interview. She rushed home to the small room she rented by the week and got ready for the meeting.

She decided to wear the sexiest clothes she had, a skin-tight pink lycra body suit over which she put on her black leather mini-skirt. She put her five-inch heels on and checked herself in the mirror. A few touches to her face and she was ready to go.

She found the place in the warehouse district. It seemed to be a typical front for a struggling artsy enterprise that was waiting discovery. She rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door. It took a few minutes, as if the people were deep in the back of the place.

"May I help you?" asked the woman who opened the door.

"Hi. My name is Carla and I have an appointment."

"Oh, yes. Please come in." The woman appraised Carla's dress and slightly arched her eyebrows.

Carla saw the body language and immediately thought, "I overdid the sexy stuff. Oh my. I'm already in trouble."

The woman led her down a long hall, deep into the bowels of the old building. Carla noted that the woman wore a severely cut gray business suit. Even in the suit, Carla could tell that this woman was probably a model once. She opened a door for Carla and stood aside, letting her into the room.

"Mr. Heath will be in shortly," she said. "Help yourself to some coffee and snacks."

Carla found a pleasant room with a collection of fashion magazines on a table. A small stand in the corner held a coffeepot and some cookies. She sat down and waited. As the wait dragged, she picked up one of the magazines and began to scan it. Finally, she went to the coffee stand and poured a cup of coffee.

She sipped the coffee and continued to browse the magazines. She was about halfway through the cup when she pulled one of the magazines near the bottom of the pile and was confronted with a bizarre picture of a woman dressed in tight rubber. The rubber suit encased the woman in a second skin of shiny black. Her face was hidden behind the snout of a gas mask with mirrored lenses. Carla gasped at the sight and dropped the magazine to the table.

"How could someone put something like that out where people might find it," she thought. She started to stand and suddenly felt dizzy. She fell back into the chair and as her eyes went out of focus, a figure entered the room. The figure looked remarkably like the picture on the magazine cover. Her world went dark.

The smelling salts took effect and Carla was jolted back to consciousness. She couldn't move any part of her body. She was held upright on a bondage cross. Her arms stretched out above her head and her legs spread. Her clothing tightly squeezed her whole body. She looked down and saw the swell of a shiny black mound that was her breast. She realized that she was in a rubber suit. The stretchy fabric hugged her skin in its tight embrace. She tried to pull her arms free from the cross and the movement caused her to gasp as something moved inside her pussy. She thrust her hips as far as they would move
and the resulting sensation inside of her confirmed the presence of a dildo. She also felt the pressure of a plug in her anal opening. As she struggled with her bindings, the woman she saw earlier came into the room.

"What are you doing to me?" she demanded.

"Silence!" came the retort.

"Get me out of this contraption, now!" Carla demanded.

The woman walked up to Carla and strapped a gag to her face. Next she walked to a curtain in the wall opposite Carla and pulled a lanyard, opening the curtain. A mirror let Carla see herself for the first time.

She was dressed from head to toe in a rubber suit. The hood about her head had a small oval opening for her mouth, nose and eyes. Otherwise she was entirely encased in the shiny black material. Tubes ran from her crotch and backside. They were attached to something like a catheter. Two more tubes were attached to the nipples of her breast cups. These led to a silver machine with a bright LED readout. Additional wire connected the machine to a spot next to the tube coming from her crotch. The area at her crotch seemed to have reinforcing to hold the dildo snugly inside her tender pussy. As she surveyed her situation, she tried to scream. The gag effectively cut her scream off into a muffled grunt.

"Come now, Carla. Struggling won't get you anywhere. In fact this room is completely sound proof. I will remove the gag in a minute but you won't be able to talk very long because I have a special surprise for you. The woman held up a complicated looking gas mask. The mask was molded into a complete hood. As the woman turned the hood inside out, Carla could see a limp ball of rubber.

"When I pump this up, it will completely fill your mouth. Now you might think that you can clinch you teeth closed. If you do, then you cannot breathe. This tube that passes through the gag is the only way you will be able to breathe once the mask is in place. I highly recommend that you let it into your mouth in accordance with its design."

She approached Carla with the hood. Carla noted that the headpiece was very heavy rubber. The inside of the hood had thick rubber bulges where her ear openings would be.

"Now, I will remove the gag. Enjoy your last view of daylight, Carla."

The woman pulled the gag from her mouth and clamped the face of the mask against her in one motion. The tube that was surrounded by the limp rubber gag was inside of her mouth. True to the woman's words her nose was completely useless. Her eyesight was gone as well. The eye lenses of the mask were completely darkened. She felt the hands pull the back of the hood/mask, completely engulfing her head in the tight grip of the rubber. The rubber pads slipped against her ears and sounds became distant dreams. The woman pulled the zipper on the back of the mask closed and Carla was completely encased the stretchy black rubber.

The woman put her mouth next to Carla's ear and said, "Enjoy your rubber world, Carla. I'll see you in a few days."

She went to the machine in the corner and turned a switch. The dildo inside of Carla came to life. In addition, the plug in her sensitive ass started to stimulate her and a suction action began to draw her tender nipples to full arousal. This three-pronged sexual assault on her body was taking Carla, against her will, to the first rubber orgasm she had ever experienced.

Carla lost track of the times the machine took her tortured body through its cycles of pleasure. Orgasms wracked her body with a numbing regularity. The vibrations began anew for the thousandth time and another orgasm washed through her limbs, she was again lost in the flood of pleasure-pain. The vibrations did stop for a few hours allowing her to drift into a light sleep. The minimal sleep she was getting could not hope to satisfy the need for rest that her body craved.

Periodically, fluid would pass through the breathing tube. Each time the gag would deflate prior to the onrush of the liquid refreshment. The first time it happened, Carla thought the ordeal was over when the gag went limp. Instead, a warm flavorful broth, almost as thick as syrup, was pumped through the tube. She gagged on the stuff that first time but was able to manage to swallow it between breaths. Soon the flow stopped and the gag again filled her mouth. Carla began to crave these brief interludes of fluid restoration, as they were welcome relief from the incessant stimulation provided by the infernal "fucking" machine. After all that is what the device was. It fucked her without pause, bringing her tortured and wracked body to orgasm upon orgasm.

As for other bodily functions, she knew that she pissed more than a few times, the pee passing from the suit by way of the attached tubes. Sweat collected in the lower extremity of the suit adding to the discomfort yet strangely erotic nature of the situation. Oddly, she did not have any desire to evacuate her bowels. The lack of solid sustenance combined with her heightened state of arousal to eliminate this basic function.

The psychological implications of her situation showed themselves within the first three hours. Carla went from utter terror to denial, acceptance and finally submission in very short order. The terror lasted but a few minutes. Her terror only increased the sexual arousal. As the first orgasm washed over her, the terror literally fled. In the trick of the mind, something that good couldn't hurt her.

Denial was a different matter. The logic of the situation was beyond anything Carla had experienced before. In fact it was so far beyond her that she knew that this was all a dream, some horribly wonderful dream. Maybe she ate something bad earlier? Maybe she had been under too much stress since arriving in town and all of those sexual advances she had played off were pulling some fiendish trick on her mind as she slept. It seemed so real and she couldn't wake up from it! It was the sleeping pills she had taken. Yes that had to be it. She reached a small comfort in the logic that she would wake in a few hours in the hotel bed and this bizarre dream would be a memory to remember the rest of her life. It had to be. That infernal machine took her over the edge into another massive orgasm. Maybe this wasn't really a dream.

Acceptance lasted for fifty-two hours in real time. For Carla there was no time. Terror lasted but minutes - seven to be exact, until the first carnal wave shook her body to its core. Denial lasted until the second orgasm passed at the twenty-minute mark. Acceptance seemed to be a state of knowing what was happening was real but thinking that the ordeal had a finite conclusion, the end of which would result in her release. She spent the periods between orgasm or exhausted sleep or feeding figuring how much money she would demand for this kidnapping and torture. Granted there wasn't much time for these thoughts but they were the only link to reality that she had. She designed several ways of escaping from the place. She imagined people rushing in and rescuing her from her plight.

The subtle shift in her thoughts was unnoticeable at first. Police breaking in and stripping the hood from her face were replaced with uniformed people, but these uniforms were shiny to the sight. By the time she realized her rescuers were wearing rubber, they were dressed in body suits similar to the one she knew she was wearing. Now the rescuers were not saving her from her plight but taking her to another part of the building for some food and rest. Her mind conjured a bed with the softest bedding where she could rest before her next sexual experience? Did she actually want to discover the next erotic fantasy these captors would force on her? Was her newly unleashed carnal knowledge bending her to some dark and deviant way? The cluttered thoughts were broken by the wild waves of orgasmic pleasure and completely confusing her basic sense of logic and values.

Carla totally surrendered to the ecstasy of the machine. True to those words whispered by the Mistress from another lifetime before the machine worked it's magic, Carla was completely ready to do anything for her new masters by the time the machine quit and the gag in the mouth wilted for the final time. When the hood was pulled from her face she blinked in disbelief. She had literally forgotten what it meant to see and it was a few moments before she could fully focus on the rubber mistress in front of her.

"Well, my dear rubber slave. Are you ready to continue with your training as a rubber servant to the Mistress Estella?" queried the shiny black figure.

"Anything to live for rubber love," replied Carla in a flat voice.

***********

The next morning, or wake cycle, Carla was aroused from a deep slumber by the vibration in her crotch. She rocked inside the confines of the sleep sack until she exploded in fierce contractions. The sensor in the dildo sensed her orgasm and released the sack zipper. The sleep sacks had ingenious electrical sensors attached to strong magnetic locking mechanisms. The sacks were on a timer that sealed them for eight hours or any other setting once activated. When the timer released, the first orgasm would open the switch, allowing the occupant to open the sack with the inside zipper.

Carla carefully removed the tubes and electrical relays from her body before she climbed out of the enclosing rubber sack. She stretched her limbs in a magnificent stretch. The rubber suit pulled taught about her, reminding her of her current position. Around her other members of the slave gallery were in various stages of waking. Some of the others nodded to Carla, recognizing a new member of the group. Not that they could tell who she was, the hood made certain of that, but knowing that a previously vacant place now held a new sleep sack. She went to the relief station and plugged her tubing into the appropriate slots, as shown to her before she slept. The mild vacuum literally drew any waste fluids from her body. This experience was mildly erotic as the negative pressure drew her muscles tightly about the intruding plug and dildo within her. She then went to the shower room and closed the door. Attaching her release electrodes into the slots allowed her to remove the hood and unzip the suit. She carefully removed the plug and dildo and rinsed them out with water and cleaning solution. She then gave herself a hot shower and rinsed out the suit.

Carla hung the suit over the warm blower system to allow it to dry. In the meantime, she toweled herself off with one of the thick soft towels provided. She dusted powder over her body and lubricated the plug and dildo with KY gel. She drew the brief back into position, insuring that the plug and dildo were snuggly in place. Next she took the dry suit and slowly worked it over her body. She pulled the tubing of the plug and dildo through the appropriate openings in the suit and sealed the edges with adhesive. She pulled the zipper closed. She disconnected the wires from the suit locking system and tugged at the zipper. As she expected, and had previously been briefed, the suit zipper would not open. She was told that only the wires in the electrical pulse from the shower station wires would allow the lock on the suit to release. She took a few minutes to survey her body in a mirror near the door. The black suit she wore fit her like a second skin. Its shiny surface reflected the light brilliantly. As she moved shadows would highlight the perfection of her swelling breast and shapely ass. These features were exaggerated by the heavy built-in corset of thick rubber that covered her from the bottom of the perky breasts to the swell of her hips. The corset drew her waist down to a trim 22 inches. Except for the two short tubes that protruded from her personal areas, she was a flawless creature in the suit. The built-in shoes, with six inch heals were hard to get used to but she was beginning to manage. The balancing required in the shoes emphasized her curvaceous frame.

The internal brief, with its butt plug and dildo, filled those two orifices completely. The little wire that passed through her suit next to the front relief tube could be attached to any number of electrical devices. The resulting burst of life in the penetrating objects would take Carla on a corresponding ride to carnal heaven/hell (she still wasn't sure of the answer to that one).

The hood sealed tightly to the suit with a zipper that was locked together with the main suit zipper. It had permanent tubes that passed into the nose and the semi-rigid gag that held the feeding tube. The gag could be inflated into a ball of rubber that filled her entire mouth. All in all, the suit was quite comfortable. The smooth rubber, erotic to the touch, gave her a pleasure of visual and tactile stimulation that she had not known before.

One of the older slaves approached her.

"I need to seal your zippers, Number 26," said the rubber-clad servant.

"'Number 26', not Carla," thought Carla. "I truly am a slave to this place."

The other slave carefully applied a wide rubber strip to each of her zippers and the point where the neck and suit collar joined. After completing the initial covering, she then used a foam rubber paddle to spread a black liquid goop over the seams. She expertly feathered the goop until the point where its coverage ended and the suit latex began was almost invisible. She next began to blow dry the goop to dry and cure it.

"The liquid latex will blend right in with your suit creating a seamless appearance when the curing is done," the senior slave said. "You have been chosen for a very special experiment, one that the Mistress hopes will prove invaluable in our future service to her."

Carla would have loved to inquire as to the nature of this experiment, but the gag in her mouth effectively reduced her sounds to incoherent mumbles. Now completely sealed in watertight latex with only her breathing, mouth, and lower tubing open to the outside world, she could only allow the other to lead her to whatever fate awaited her. She also
knew that any of those openings could be closed off and there was very little she could do about it.

Carla was led down a long white corridor. Double doors at the end reminded her of the entry to a hospital operating room. As the slave passed her into the room, two rubber-clothed males met her. These were the first male slaves she had seen since arriving at the warehouse. She started to think that a rubbery man working on her would be most exciting. She even wriggled her bum a bit as she entered the room.

"Save that for another time, Number 26," the Mistress said flatly.

"Prepare her well, Letter Emm," she said to the nearest male.

"Female slaves are numbered. The males have letters," she explained to Carla. "It makes it easier to keep track of you that way."

Emm led Carla to an x-frame and began to strap her to it. He strapped a thick latex band around each ankle and wrist. Soon he added straps to each leg. Slowly he worked up her body. She struggled against the treatment knowing the act to be futile. Each leg had seven straps pinioning it against the frame before he started working on her arms.

He wrapped six straps around her arms, completely immobilizing them. He then went about locking her body to the frame. Each little struggle she made resulted in a new strap being added. Carla quickly became aroused. The juices were flowing freely about the dildo as she tried to squirm enough to obtain the glorious satisfaction of orgasm.

"If she cums while in these bonds, I'll have you begging for mercy," the Mistress warned Emm.

With those words, he redoubled his effort until she was completely immobile, just another piece of the furniture. He then went about carefully securing her head. It too could not be moved when he was finished.

"Very good, Emm. Now, Number 26, we must damage that beautiful hood you are wearing. A pity but necessary as I'm sure you will agree once we are done. While the gag is out, not a peep from you, understand?"

Carla blinked twice, the colony's code for "yes" when there was no other way to respond.

True to her words, Mistress slit the hood down the front and peeled it from Carla's face. She removed all of the tubing and the gag. She applied some liquid cement to Carla's face. Carla gasped and was about to speak. Mistress looked sharply at her and she thought better of it.

"This is ordinary rubber cement like the type used for Hollywood make up. It won't hurt you," explained Mistress.

She then carefully fit a very soft latex cup over Carla's nose and mouth. The cup had two holes that matched her nostrils perfectly and a larger hole at the mouth. Mistress added some more cement to the edge where face met rubber for a better seal. Now she spread cement along the rest of the cup and on the inside of the slit hood. She carefully stretched the hood over the cup, making sure that no breaks in the seal or wrinkles happened.

She next sprayed something from an atomizer up each nostril, waited a few moments and began feeding a long and flexible piece of surgical tubing into each opening. The tubes passed to the back of her throat, tickling it and making her gag. Mistress shot her throat with stuff as she opened her mouth and the gag sensation stopped.

"That local anesthetic works wonders, doesn't it," commented Mistress.

Using a light and looking down the throat, Mistress made certain that the tubes were in the airways. Once the tubes were well down the airway, Mistress drew two disks with little round flanges up to the nose and glued them to the outside of the hood. She finally fed a larger feeding tube down the throat. This time she made certain that the tube was in the esophagus. She pushed the tube far into Carla.

She next fed a double walled piece of rubber, much like a doughnut along the feeding tube and into Carla's mouth. She fed all of the tubing through a much heavier hood and pulled it into position. This had no eyes and the heavy rubber was unyielding as it pressed against the cheeks. Carla grunted but before she could really vocalize anything, despite the warning, Mistress pumped air into the rubber bladder in her mouth and filled any vacant spaces with rubber. It pressed against the walls of her mouth that was now sandwiched between the gag and the outer hoods. As the gag filled any light finding its way into the hood interior was snuffed out. Carla was in complete darkness.

The Mistress now applied the cement to the edges of the hood that joined the gag. She also added cement to the seam made at the point where the feeding tube passed through the gag. She then fed the electrical wires into a fluted piece of tubing and glued the flanged edges to the suit at the point of entry. With this final task completed, Number 26 was completely sealed in a watertight rubber suit, save for any tubes. Of course, those would be connected to appropriate equipment when the time came.

Now it was time to add the second suit. This suit was a full catsuit but it had no hood. It did have a special choker collar that doubled as a piece of jewelry and a seal. The latex of this suit varied in thickness as well. It was thick, almost rigid through the limbs hips and waist. The chest area was the secret to the suit. It was double-walled to provide an unobtrusive buffer that would allow its intended victim to breathe while not appearing bulky. The two male slaves released Carla from the cross and held her as the Mistress spread the glycerin solution over 26's body and began to slide the suit onto her. The slick solution allowed her to complete the task quickly. When she finished, her creation was squeezed and shaped into female perfection; not that hard a task considering the raw material she started with. The heavy rubber squeezed Carla's waist down to a tiny twenty inches. Once the Mistress added the solution into the chest bladder, it not only would provide breathing space, but would emphasize the slave's already abundant bust. She closed the zipper along the back and went about sealing the suit with the latex tape and liquid cement. She finished the job by pulling the lower plumbing and electrical wiring through the excess holes at the crotch, and gluing the sealing flanges in place. She closed the one-inch wide collar about the neck. It formed a near perfect seal at the neck. A shining diamond accented the center of the silver band.

The Mistress now filled the cavity with the glycerin solution. Once full a thin void filled with glycerin existed from above the waist to the shoulders. The results looked natural and very exotic. Number 26 was now a shiny smooth black rubber statue, exuding powerful eroticism just by her presence.

Once Number 26 was squeezed into the second suit and the fluid added, the Mistress was ready for phase two of the experiment. But since Number 26 had been such a good and obedient slave, barely letting out a noise during the arduous preparation, she had the slaves reattached her to the cross while she connected the electrical wires to a circuit and set the timer for thirty minutes. That would be just enough time to eat a light lunch before continuing with the experiment.

Suddenly the dildo buried deep inside her sopping wet mons erupted to life. She gasped as best she could as her muscles greedily drew the phalanx further into her sensitive cavity. Right up against the "G" spot the instrument rubbed, sending shocking pulses through the entire body. Unable to move, the building passion was magnified. She could
not do anything to hasten or stop the thrusting and probing of the object. It was at that moment that the plug in her anal region sprang to life. Now her body was being deliciously ravaged in both of her most sensitive places. She tensed as the rushing explosion of ecstasy approached like a wave. It washed over her as she clinched the throbbing intruder, squeezing it for all her worth. The wave of passion subsided as she panted into the breathing tubes. But the continuing vibrations would not be denied and she was betrayed as another and another wave of explosive fury washed over her. She thought she would drown in the ecstasy of heated desire. If you could die from pleasure, then surely her time had come. She exploded again and squeezed the pulsing member. The vibrations finally stopped and she hung, exhausted, panting audibly into the tubes. She knew that if she were not tied to the frame, she would have collapsed right onto the floor. She lost consciousness.

Carla (or should I say 26) felt the stirring of consciousness returning. She was still completely enclosed in rubber. The darkness of her surrounding was complete. Still she knew that something about her situation was different. She was still upright but now her arms were hanging slightly away from her side in a naturally comfortable position. Her legs were slightly apart but not severely, as if she were comfortably standing at a concert or other public gathering. She experimentally tried to move her limbs and discovered they pushed against something that gave very slightly but would not allow any, but the slightest movement. The material, in fact, pushed back with an almost equal force to her efforts. Her breathing was difficult as well, not from lack of air but from the same push of pressure against the rise of her chest. It wasn't impossible to breathe, just slightly labored.

Mistress Estella admired her creation. A living art form that she knew would provide the greatest entertainment at the party she was planning for the evening to celebrate the opening of her new fetish club. She watched as Emm and Cee finished polishing the smooth surface of the amber colored block. Frozen within the block was a black creature from another world. The shiny lens of the gas mask betrayed the truth that a blinded and hooded being was entombed in the clear latex block. The latex was only about one inch thick across the slight swell of breasts. She knew that breathing might be difficult but not impossible under these conditions.

The preparation of her creation had been fantastic. As planned, Number 26 had passed out from the overload of pleasure while she had been bound. The males undid the straps and set 26 onto a very thin sheet of clear latex. The Mistress placed the mirror lens gas mask over the head of 26. She pulled the breathing and feeding tubes through the outlet valve location. She fit a disk over the opening and sealed the penetration points with liquid latex. Under Mistress's supervision, all of the vital tubing and wires were passed through the bottom of the sheet. Holes had been pre-made for this task. Next all of the tubing was connected to appropriate equipment: breathing tubes to an oxygen rich source; body function tubes to relief systems, feeding tube to a nutrient system; and electrodes to corresponding connections. She did add one tiny electrode directly to the chest and one to the back surfaces of the suit. These she disguised with a thin strip of rubber tape. They also passed through the sheet.

The sheet was suspended in a rectangular box with Number 26 centered on it. The wall sides were Plexiglas and just an inch higher than her rhythmically heaving breast. The bodily function monitors, heart rate and respiration, displayed on the nearby control panel.

Now the males placed a lid over the box. Mistress opened a bleed valve at one end of the lid. Next she started a pump that fed clear liquid into an opening in the bottom of the tank. She watched the viscous stuff fill the tank. It reached up the walls, greedily consuming its victim. Looking like some trapped insect from another time, Carla was completely enclosed in the fluid, a form of liquid latex. Latex began to squirt from the relief valves and Emm shut off the flow.

Mistress watched the results of her handiwork closely, mesmerized by the changing color of the latex as it cured. She wondered how such a bondage would feel and decided that, if it worked, she would try it herself. She knew that selecting slaves to assist such an operation would have to be done very carefully.

Now it was critical to monitor the life signs closely. As the stuff hardened, it could distress the breathing if her double layer suit didn't work. The Mistress had calculated that the one inch rubber front would allow just enough free play to make breathing somewhat difficult but not necessarily exhausting. Enriched oxygen helped in that as well.

After three hours, the curing was done and all life functions were within norms. Mistress had the box removed from the block of yellowing latex and raised the creation to its feet, or at least stood it up since the feet were a full foot above the bottom of the rubber block. The two males carefully moved the entrapped slave into the main room bringing all of the support equipment along. They connected additional wires from the monitor station to two large screen television sets on either side of the cavernous room. A spotlight shone on smooth rubber block holding its precious prisoner snuggly. The men went about polishing the surface to a mirror finish. It shone and sparkled like a jewel. By the time they were finished a fine piece of amber with an exquisitely erotic vixen in its embrace resulted.

Mistress turned on the timer to run the vibrator programs and watched one of the television screens for results. Within the tomb, Number 26 was suddenly jolted to full awareness as the probing rods began to slowly work their magic on her. She was completely in darkness and felt a constant pressure all about her. She had no idea where she was. There was no sound, only absolute darkness, constant pressures everywhere, and the vibrations that were now growing in intensity. She was the perfect submissive. She had to be since she could do absolutely nothing on her own. She could only allow the infernal devices drive her already exhausted self to unparalleled ecstasy. The pleasure was undeniable. Se had been in a constant state of arousal for as long as she could remember.

Soon the throbbing stepped up in intensity and she was quickly on the edge of a massive orgasm when the vibration stopped. Horrible denial gripped her being. Her muscles twitched and tried to bring on the final explosion and relief from her frustration. After an eternity of time, all of thirty seconds, the vibrations erupted with new intensity and she flung herself over the edge. She clinched the vibrating rod with all of her might and wanted the tool to never stop. The vibrations ceased and she slowly fell from the peak of erotic pleasure that was passing into memory.

"Perfect!" exclaimed the Mistress. "Did you see the way that heart rate and the respiration jumped? Even the way the strobe patterns changed from green to blue to yellow and red as the intensity built. This will be the hit of my party; a living, breathing rubber sex machine! The guests will go wild when they see this!"

Carla's Journey: Part Two, The Awakening

Carla is a living art object at one of the top fetish clubs on the East Side of New York. Carla can't eat solid food any more. The liquid fare that was introduced to her in the machine is all she needs. Entombed in her rubber piece of amber she is accustomed to the dark. Already a little mad, she would certainly go mad completely save for the doses
of input she receives from the vibrators. However, she feels no sense of being any more. She is a completely sexual animal vaguely aware that her entire life revolves around rubber sex.

She is the hit of the club. Enthusiasts of the scene travel from all corners of the world and pay handsomely for the privilege of watching the show each night. Dressed completely in rubber or leather themselves, they watch with fascination as the immobile figure is brought to complete gratification. Their only proof of the event is the dazzling display on the television monitor.

One night I paid for a chance to view the ultimate rubber fetish scene. After the performance, I approached the Mistress with an offer. Though she hesitated a moment, she quickly decided that she could always train and encapsulate a new slave. I bought Number 26 and took her, along with all of the equipment to my estate in Maine. An avid rubberist for years, I knew that she would be the perfect addition to my collection of rubber erotica or perhaps more?

I arrived home with my precious package shortly after sunrise. I began unloading the cargo from the back of a truck that I had rented, quite hastily, for the job. I already knew that the support equipment could remain disconnected from the entombed rubber maiden for short periods of time. Actually, she would survive quite a long time, food and water being the most critical items that had to be supplied. The enriched oxygen was actually unnecessary, except that it heightened arousal and the Mistress had counted on that to sell her erotic show. I wondered who her new victim of this entombment would be? Using an oversize hand dolly I got with the truck, I gently rolled my cargo out of the back and set her on the ground. The arriving sun sparkled off the smooth rubber obelisk. I marveled at the beauty of the light shining through clear amber colored latex. I placed my hand on the point nearest the exquisitely shaped breast and pressed the spongy material. I could almost feel the press of the rise of her chest as she breathed.

I knew at that moment that I had to open the package before me and discover the full joy of mutual rubber partnership. I was certain that after this intense experience that any rescuer would be forever her master and she would want to be rubber loved for life.

I was also aware of the serious psychological factors that we would have to overcome. I had studied the theories of isolation and its effects on people. They usually went quite mad from extended isolation. In this case all sensory input, save sexual arousal had been cut off. I decided that a gradual reintroduction to the senses was in order. A sudden return to all of the lights, sounds and smell we take for granted might prove too much. In addition, were I to release her all at once from the rubber tomb, the sudden change in her tactile input could be damaging.

I decided that a gradual return to the living was in order. Once I had her placed in the den and hooked up all of the equipment I studied the subject. I read up on sensory deprivation and solitary confinement. There were a lot of sources on the net on the subjects. Not surprising many of them dealt with torture, imprisonment and extreme bondage. Except for the prisoner topics, most sensory deprivation was of limited duration, a few days at most. I knew my prize had been in this condition for over a month.

As I studied one of the sites the monitor indicated a fuck cycle was progressing. I took a break from my research and began to massage my tool through the three rubber layers I was wearing. As part of my research I tried to imagine her predicament on an almost daily basis. It was impossible, I know but wearing three heavy full suits, hoods with pinpoint eye openings, and a tight gag in the mouth was a close approximation. On weekends I spent up to thirty-six hours in the attire, sleeping in a tight body bag. As the hours of one of these sessions progressed, I would read through volumes of material, taking a break only to drink or swallow some of the stuff feeding my enchanted princess or bring myself to a gratifying climax while watching her being taken through the cycle.

Finally the day came to remove enough of the block of rubber to expose her nose and mouth areas and remove the tubing that went to her airway. I decided to restore the sense of smell first. I sliced away the amber material carefully to reveal the flanges and seals holding the tubes. I cut the tubes loose from the mask and slowly extracted them from her nostrils. The exposed face area twitched from the obvious irritation. She also made some small audible squeaks from her gagged mouth. Once the tubes were out, I shaved the covering about her chest to a mere 1/8th inch. Her chest visibly rose with her eased breathing. A grunt came from her mouth.

"Soon, my Sweet," I whispered. "I'll have you out of this bondage."

I touched her rubber cheek lightly and she responded with a short, quick breath. I was pleased that she could still show signs of reaction to stimulus other than the vibrations of the rods in her private parts. I spent the rest of the afternoon letting soft scents from various smelling oils waft her nose opening. She grunted most excitedly over the lemon scent. Not surprisingly raw rubber had a positive effect. I rather counted on that one. She went through two fuck cycles while I was letting her smell. I was only able to explode with her during the first one.

Since it was Saturday, I chose to remain in my rubber enclosure and climbed into my sleep sack for the night. I dreamed of revealing the face behind the hoods and mask. I already knew of her flawless body that was so perfectly shaped by her shiny black rubber suit. I was certain that face was just as lovely to gaze upon, with or without hood and mask. I was not sure yet whether I would see her face more that a hood but it really didn't matter just as long as she was happy and would carry me to new levels of rubbery delight. I had the most realistic dream of my life that night. My rubber maiden broke lose from the weakened rubber object and stumbled onto my sleeping body. I felt someone touching my semi-hard rod through the rubber layers. Soon the dream fantasy was stroking me and bringing my stiffening rod to readiness. Suddenly the bag was torn open and a black shiny love goddess pounced on me and rode me to joyous ejaculation. I spurt my juices into my suits and it mingled with the sweat already there. I awoke just as I came. A wet dream just like one from high school days washed over me. The realism was too much and I was fully awake.

Unzipping my sack, I ran to the den to make sure that my love pet was all right. I shouldn't have feared. She was breathing tranquilly in her rubber prison. Since I was fully awake I decided to proceed with the next step. I began to remove the doughnut gag from her mouth. As it deflated and her cheeks collapsed, she began to mumble incoherently. To late, I realized that I should have restored hearing first. I sliced two large chunks from the block to get to where her ears would be against her hoods. I peeled the residual rubber from the openings and whispered to her.

"Don't be afraid. I am taking you out of this rubbery prison. I want you to listen carefully and tell me if you understand. I bought you from the Mistress. You are now at my home. Once you are completely free of this bondage you may leave or stay. It's your choice. You are not my slave but I would very much like you to be my life partner. One thing that has worried me is that you may be too far-gone to understand me. You may even want to stay in the bondage since you have been there so long. If you understand me please grunt."

Carla was shocked to hear sound. She was so startled that her head would have jerked if she could move it. As it was, something had already happened. She could smell again and her breathing was much easier. Even the gag in her mouth was down enough that she could mumble monosyllables. The soothing voice was explaining something to her. It was something important. As she listened she caught the words bought, free, partner, remain, bondage. Freedom was something that she had long since forgotten. The words began again, this time she recognized a warm male voice that was offering her life back.

I repeated my speech in hopes that the girl would understand this second time.

She grunted as I finished.

I continued, "Do you wish for me to continue removing you from your prison?

She actually grunted with an affirmative intonation. I was ecstatic.

I finished pulling the gag from her mouth. The feeding tube was tricky.

"This might hurt a little. I have to pull the stomach tube out."

"I ready," she slurred around the tube. Such mundane words but they were so electrifying. Her voice was an angel's. I began to remove the tube as quickly as I could so that voice would be unencumbered by the obstacle. It still took several minutes to get the surgical tubing clear of her throat. Finally the last of it passed from her lips.

"Thank you," she cried fervently. My name is Number 26."

"Don't you have another name, a real one?" I asked.

"I am Number 26," she said then a tremble came to her voice. "I want to remember who I am but I can't. I am a rubber sex slave now but there has to be more."

"Take it easy, Honey. Do you want to see?" I asked.

"You called me 'Honey'," she ignored my question. "Why didn't you address me as 'Number 26'?"

"You're not my slave. I call you 'Honey' or some other endearments until we know your real name."

"I like that and yes I think I am ready to see again. I remember that seeing was nice."

"Right now I am dressed in rubber like you are. Do you want me to change before I remove the stuff from the rest of your head?" I asked.

"Just take off your hoods, if you are wearing any. I want to see your face when my eyes are opened," she said solemnly.

I did as she wished then and went about cutting away the rest of the rubber from her head. Once the head and neck were exposed, I carefully slit the seals at the neck and pulled the first hood from her head. I saw eyes behind another hood squeezed shut from the light. I ran to the windows and shut the blinds. I came back to her and said, "I closed the curtains. It is dark enough for you to open your eyes."

She blinked a couple of times and gazed into my face. A smile slowly appeared beneath the hood.

"Let me feel you," she said.

I thought for a moment knowing that she couldn't use her hands yet. I leaned close to her face and she stretched her hooded face to me and kissed me. I let her lips press harder against mine. I opened my mouth and suddenly her tongue was greedily sucking at mine, drawing it as far into her mouth as I could endure. The passion of the kiss as overwhelming and my already aroused member hardened. I let her kiss me as I rubbed against the still undisturbed part of the block. My aching member wanted more. I had to finish getting her out of the rubber block.

"I love you," she whispered over and over.

I was enthralled with her announcement.

"It's love at first sight. You are my rubber hero," she said. "Do you think you could climb up here and let me swallow your love juices?

I was surprised at the invitation but it took no second request for me to strip the top suit off to reveal the convenience zip of the inner suit. I stood where she could see as I released my growing tool. I saw a sparkle in her eyes as they laid sight on my black sheathed rod.

"Climb up here right now and let me help that magnificent black cock find its reward. By the way, switch on the fuck cycle for me while you're at it. I wouldn't want you to have all of the fun."
I turned the dial on the machine and she immediately responded with soft moans and moving her head back and forth. I mounted the rubber block and wrapped my legs over the back and around her head, hooking my legs firmly behind her. My tool was touching her mouth and I easily guided it between her parted lips. She drew me further into her waiting throat and began to bob her head back and forth. She swirled her tongue around the hard ridges of my tool, savoring the rubber taste of the sheath mixed with sweat that had found its way to the sheath. She was working hard and the fucking machine was working on her. Her breaths became faster as the machine brought her rapidly to an advanced state of arousal.

Her licking and sucking took on a frantic pace and I was on that hazy edge that defined the point of no return. Stars and lights exploded before my eyes as she took me over the cliff and I plunged into the depths of carnal ecstasy. I pumped my love juices into the protective sheath. Her mouth greedily licked at the sheath, savoring the feel of the slick fluid filling the protecting rubber.

Her own release came right behind mine as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Yes, YES. I'm cumming. I can feel it. It's soooo goood. Let me swallow your cum."

With that she bit the tip of my sheath and began to greedily draw the juices into her mouth.
"Oh that tastes so good. It's got the flavor of love mixed with rubber!"

She continued to work on my tool and I as soon hard again and ready to pop again. She skillfully drew out that final moment until I was aching with anticipation, then I was shooting again. This time the semen shot through the open end of the sheath and flooded her mouth with white juices. She had some cum dripping from her lips as she kissed my now shrinking member. I was so taken by her second attack on me I missed her second orgasm that must have happened simultaneously to mine. She was panting from exhaustion as she looked up from my crotch and smiled at me.

She giggled, "I'm sorry about your sheath. I think I ruined it."

"I'll live with it," I said. "I have more where it came from." But next time you want to swallow my juice let me know so I can wear this sheath under my clothes, okay?"

"It's a deal."

"Do you think your ready to come out of this tomb?" I asked.

"More than ready. I don't think I'll be very good on my feet though."

"No problem. I'll take care of everything," I said.

I cut the remaining rubber from her and true to her words she collapsed to the floor. I carried my rubber maiden to the bathroom and began to cut the suit off of her. I stripped her of everything. When I saw the plumbing for her private functions, I was appalled. I didn't realize that somebody could be so cruel as to lock another human being permanently into such bondage, even if it was in the most erotic material of rubber.

I sponged the sweat and old powder from her shoulders. I eased her into the tub and ran a hot stream of water. I climbed on in with her and began to massage her limbs and rub her back. I worked on her tight muscles. She moaned as she lay, enjoying the complete attention I gave her. She was exhausted and was hovering between wakefulness and sleep. In that hazy twilight she moaned each time I applied my attention to a part of her pale body. The heat of the water and my attention soon was rewarded with returning color to her skin. A soft pink flush began to spread over her. I reached for a sponge and began to soap her. I worked the soap into a thick lather and began to sponge her arms, her delicate neck, her soft breasts, and her trim abdomen.

She opened her eyes and looked at me as I straddled her hips.

"What a wonderful dream, a rubber hero attending to my every need. Whoever you are, you are the most handsome rubber man I have ever seen."

"My name is Bill," I said.

"Thank you, Bill, for saving me from that existence. I think my name is Carla."

"Carla, you can stay with me as long as you want."

"I like the invitation. But can you afford to buy me enough rubber to satisfy me?"

"Not a problem, Dear. We can start picking out clothes for you tomorrow."

It did not take long to order a full latex wardrobe for Carla. I ordered all of the costumes from my favorite Internet sites. Together we selected four catsuits. One was a front zip full suit with attached gloves, feet and open hood. Another was a back zip design with a full hood along with gloves and feet. A third one was made of extremely thin latex and was entered through the only opening, a four-inch diameter hole at the neck. To get into this suit we had to order plenty of slick-glide, a personal lubricant. Carla already fantasized the moment she would literally slide into this suit. The fourth suit was the only one not black. It was a bright red suit with feet but no gloves or hood. Carla saw this suit as the one she could wear beneath her street clothes and not stir too much attention. It also had a v-neck collar that would allow her to wear long-sleeve shirts or blouses to cover it.

Next we ordered a variety of skirts. Mini-skirts to hobble skirts we ordered hem all. Most were black; some had red highlights. Two were crimson red; one was a deep royal blue. They all would fit nicely over one of the catsuits to make superior party attire. Dresses were more complicated. Carla wanted all of the styles. There was the sleek formal gown with the hobble skirts and side zip, black of course. Another full-length dress was deep red and was sleeveless. Three mini-dresses that could be worn alone or over a catsuit. Two of these were pullover. One black with red piping had a shiny nickel two-way zip that closed like a parka. All dresses were custom sized, as were the catsuits, to fit Carla's perfect shape flawlessly.

Then there was the variety of underwear. Briefs with and without dildos and butt plugs. Vibrating briefs, briefs with little nubs to stimulate the clitoris and two sheath briefs, one with nubs, that could accommodate a standard vibrator or a more pleasurable object, my rock-hard member. There were stockings and gloves galore: thigh high stockings and panty hose; short gloves to opera length. Most of these items were of different thickness to provide tactile variation depending on the mood.

Then there were the thick clunky waders, thigh length and chest. They were black industrial ones with heavy boot feet. Also in the wader category were the two wader suits. These curious suits were one piece and thick rubber. They zipped across the shoulder with a waterproof closure. One of them had a heavy attached hood/gas mask combination. The other one had a high turtleneck collar like her other catsuits. I explained the erotic feel of wading in deep water or mud while fully protected behind layers of rubber.

I special ordered some custom hoods that would fit Carla's head perfectly. These hoods ranged from full facial features with eye, nose and mouth openings to blinding hoods with inflatable gag and one breathing opening with an attached tube. I decided that my gas mask collection would suffice for both of us.

I had all of the items sent by express delivery. It cost an additional small fortune to get the gear, some of which came from Europe. The off the shelf items began arriving in three days but the boxes of custom-made items took two weeks to come.

While we waited for the items to arrive, Carla told me about her experience at the slave parlor. I was an attentive listener and we often stayed up late at night. Most of the time these talks ended with both of us in an aroused state that culminated with frantic lovemaking. Usually these sessions were done with only a few items of rubber or none at all. Carla enjoyed the change but asked me why I didn't want to dress up. I told her that I could not dress for pleasure unless my "Love Bunny" could join me. It would not be fair now that I was not alone. She accepted that explanation and waited with anticipation for her rubber wear to arrive.

During one night, as Carla told me about the procedure that culminated with her enclosure in the solid latex block, I grew quite agitated as she told me of the emptiness she experienced when all of her senses were taken from her. She explained how the consistent pressure of the rubber block effectively dulled her sense of touch to the point the she felt that she was suspended in a weightless pool. Since her food went straight through to the stomach, no taste or swallowing was involved. She didn't even know when they fed her. Because her sphincter was permanently spread to its maximum, she didn't even know when her bowels released. The only sensation that changed for her was the fucking cycle of the machine and she grew to desperately want it to start only to want it to end but always before it ever would. To be completely at the mercy of such a person and to be connected to such a device was beyond my imagination.

"Actually it was very erotic and exciting at first. To be completely submissive to the rubber and the event carried me for hours, perhaps days, before the shocking reality set in," she said. "You have all of the equipment to sustain the person here don't you?"

"Yes," I looked at her.

"It really is quite a ride for those first few hours," she said. "If I knew the pleasure would culminate in a joyous and shared loving experience, I would like to experience that bondage on occasion. It does strip away all of your worldly worries when you are being screwed by a mechanical device and you have no place to go."

I even was intrigued at the thought of the amber block. I had a basic understanding of how to create it and even that first time seeing Carla at the club I was drawn to the idea of surrendering to that bondage. The fact that she now suggested that it was erotic and exciting for a short time spurred me to make a decision. Actually my plan was simpler to carry out. I didn't need to provide feeding, although a water tube might be nice for extended sessions. I also decided against the tubes down the airway. We would allow for a gag that could deflate when water was needed. I also developed a safe signal device, a simple plunger to hold in the closed palm of the hand. The thumb could move enough to activate the pressure switch of the device. In addition, I decided to add auditory capability to the design through small headset speakers inside the hood. That way soothing music or questions could be relayed to the imprisoned person. I could deny all of the senses in the same way the Mistress system did or I could provide some sensory response to avoid the true madness that could result. Sanitary needs could be accounted for with tubing for urine. I didn't anticipate the need for solid waste since we would prepare for any session by eating only liquid for a day, purging the system with a laxative and taking an enema to clear anything from the colon before inserting any butt plug.

Carla warmed to the idea of being enclosed again for a few hours. She really got excited when I told her I wanted to be the first and she could be the Mistress. We had been having some heavy sex but it had been pretty much on my lead. Since all of her clothing still had not arrived yet, we were limited in the area of rubber but for the most part she would allow me to eat her cunt and she would suck my sheathed cock. She never really tried to take the lead, something that I hoped the machine might change.

Finally all of her clothes and toys arrived. Everything came within a day of each other. I had been busily working on a box for the liquid latex. I decided to have clear sides so that the Master could observe the flow of the liquid goo and see it close over the intended victim. I realized that a lid with some sort of relief valve was needed to make certain that all of the air was evacuated from the box. It took me a while to figure out how she had been suspended in the rubber. I looked at some of the remains of the original slab and finally saw the thin trace of the sheeting that had been sandwiched between the liquid. It didn't take much to work out the details of the system for suspending a person properly in the box. I finished the box the day the last of Carla's clothes arrived.

In anticipation of the session, I had not eaten for twenty-four hours. The broth that I drank was delicious but I certainly had a hard time living with the hunger pangs that the strict diet effected. Carla came into the room where I was finishing up the final adjustments to the box and equipment. She gleefully held up a rubber suit before me and waltzed around the room. She caressed it and held it to her cheek. That special sparkle of a rubberist in her private glory came to her eye.

"Is the tank ready?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied.

"I'll give you a real surprise before you surrender to the tank. Take off to the bathroom and get yourself a good shower, inside and out and put on your tank suit. I'll be ready for you when you're done."

Unlike the suit that I first saw her in, our "tank" suits didn't have to be flawless in appearance. Since our plans were less artistic (?) and more practical we decided to opt for skin-tight forty gauge latex suits with attached hood, gloves and feet and watertight closure across the back. The front side would still be flawless in appearance save for the necessary penetrations to accommodate electrical wires and other needed tubing. I already had a suit like that. The second outer suit I ordered at the time I released Carla. It had arrived two days before. I ordered suits for Carla the day we decided to recreate the bondage. Hers were due in about two weeks but she didn't want to wait to share the experience with me.

I busied myself with the preparations at hand. I decided to shave off my pubic hair as well to provide added closeness to the enclosing rubber. I worked the sheathed brief with attached plug up my legs. This sheath was made of thicker than normal latex had a vibrating ring at the base and a relief tube on the end. The ring would vibrate my member and massage my balls once the machine was turned on. I worked the thick black rubber of the suit over my body. The heavy material flowed over the limbs as I worked it up my legs. I felt as though some alien beast was devouring me whole, like some sort of body possession. I fed the tube containing the electrical connections to the vibrator through the hole in the crotch and pulled the suit over my hips. My already growing member formed a smooth ridge along the front as I pulled the suit over it. I fed the relief tube through the hole just at the navel of the suit and worked the tight latex over my torso. The rubber magic began to grip me as the squeezing suit covered me. I slipped each arm into the respective openings, watching my hands plunge into the darkness. I thought of each limb opening of the suit as an adventure into the depths of rubber surrender never knowing what the coming session would bring. Sometimes I would explode before I could even finish dressing, especially when I was doing something new. The night I dressed for the club where I found Carla had been that way. I had gone to the club with a full load of cum lubricating my sheath. Of course the erotic nature of the show took me to another strong climax. Most times I imagined each limb opening as a bottomless rubber pit that would take me from this world for a few brief moments and transport me to heavenly ecstasy. I knew the pre-cum was juicing my sheath and I felt the tingle of desire as I ducked my head into the hood. As I adjusted the suit about my body and pulled the lanyard closing the zip across my shoulders the thoughts of the coming games and my own building lust resulted in me shooting into the sheath. Like the night at the club, I was certain that would not be my last orgasm.

I went to the room where the equipment was set up and saw Carla looking like a rubber angel. She was wearing one of the full body suits that had an attached full hood. Over the suit, she wore one of her dresses that hobbled her to the knees. Thigh high boots with long spike heels hugged her shapely legs. The black surface of the outfit was shined to a mirror finish and there were no wrinkle or flaws to be seen. She held a whip in her right hand. Cuffs adorned a wide red rubber belt that encircled her waste. She even had a couple of dildos hanging from the belt. All in all, Carla presented the appearance of a formidable dominant. My member stirred again at the sight of this exotic rubber creature. Her piercing eyes looked directly into mine and I felt as though the dark side of my soul was bared to her for the first time. I had never seen Carla quite this way before. It was almost frightening.

The strict, stern façade fell away with her first words; "Did I overdo the "Dom" stuff?"

"Carla, Honey, you need to learn to be strict with your slave if you want to dress the part," I replied.

"You mean like this. Silence, Slave! How dare you speak unbidden!"

She giggled at her words.

"Better," I chuckled. "I'm your slave today, regardless of how you act. Do to me as you wish."

She led me to a bondage cross and secured me to the frame. She then worked at preparing my hooded face for the nose cup. Unlike her session, we decided to glue the cup to the suit hood. She fed two short tubes into my nose. They had little rings that allowed them to fit snuggly into the nostril. She then slipped one of the dildos on her belt into my mouth. It was a gag with a hollow opening through the center.

She took me from the cross and I stood obediently while she greased my suit with the glycerin. She had me sit while she pulled the outer suit over my feet. She then stood me and worked the heavy material over the waist and fed my arms into the sleeves. I could feel the additional layer of rubber squeezing all of my body in its amorous embrace. She finished pulling the tubing through the lower opening in the suit and sealed off the opening. I could tell when she sealed the collar and added the thin layer of fluid to the bladder of the outer suit. The feel of the slick stuff between my suits sent a signal of building passion through my whole body. I shivered and butterflies were in my stomach. She led me to the clear rubber sheet suspended in the box.

"Center yourself on the sheet and hold your arms out from your body," she commanded.

I climbed onto the sheet and spread my arms.

"Hold your legs apart."

I opened my legs.

She handed me the pickle that would be my communication system. She then reached over my body and began to pull the blinding hood mask into place. As the heavy rubber mask plunged me into darkness I caught the final glimpse of those two glorious shiny black bosoms hanging tantalizingly close to my face. She slipped the sealing ring onto the round opening of the hood and remaining hint of light winked out. I could feel her working on the hood, sealing the tubing with glue. I began to imagine the time to finish the procedure and follow in my mind each of the steps she had to follow. She attached longer tubes to all of the short lengths and sealed them with liquid cement. She next fed the ends of the tubing and the wire leads through the rubber sheet and passed them through the bottom of the box. My breathing became a little labored since the tubes were so long. She hooked everything up to the appropriate devices on the machinery and soon I felt the pump gently pushing air into the nostrils. For my system, I had flapper valves on each tube. One tube was for intake; the other served as exhaust. I had wondered about that when I first saw Carla at the club and discovered this clever system upon removing the tubes from her nose. I felt her placing the breathing and heart monitor electrodes to my chest and back and knew that she would soon be filling the tank.

"All right, my sweet," came an angelic voice over the communications link.

I pickled the button.

I heard the distant thump of the lid and soon I felt the low vibration of the pumping equipment pushing the warm liquid latex into the tank. I felt the progress of the stuff as first my back grew warm and slowly the warmth spread up my sides until I was completely engulfed in the warm fluid. I took care not to move my arms or legs as the liquid began to cool and soon I couldn't move them even if I wanted to. I was locked in a block of rubber. The sensation of the pressing material on all of my body was enthralling. Then the vibrations began and my tool, already hard again, was being massaged. I was taken completely by the absolute helplessness of the situation. There was nothing I could do to prevent what happened next. And what happened next was a wildly erotic journey into carnal bliss. I pumped into the sheath and tried to move against the entombing rubber. The exhaustion of the effort left me breathing hard into the nose cup. The vibrations stopped and I waited to see what was next. After a while the wait became almost unendurable. I began to push on the pickle.

"So you want something from me?" came a hard voice over the link.

I pushed the pickle. "Yes."

"I think I like you in there, Slave. In fact the colors on the monitor when you came were just so good that I couldn't help but cum myself. I think I will drill a hole at your mouth and ass and plumb you up for feeding and long term enclosure. I could really come to enjoy this Mistress stuff. In fact, I think I'll cut off the communications link now, turn the fucking cycle back on and watch you get fucked into eternity." The link switched off; I pickled the plunger in vain. The vibrations began again and despite my fear, I was driven again to an ecstatic climax. I was breathing hard and the vibrations didn't stop. I was tensing my muscles as another explosive release washed over my wracked body. I wondered if the term being fucked to death had real meaning. I must have exploded at least four times, perhaps more. By now my exhausted body could only produce the smallest of orgasmic release. I wanted rest. I wanted out of this block of rubber. I wanted my life back.

"Okay, Bill. Time to get you out of there," came the perky voice that I knew so well. "By the way, Bill, you owe me at least one more orgasm. I came six times while watching you; you only came five. I'll let you perform that one later. I hope you weren't too shocked when I told you that you were never getting out of there. After all that was part of the game to make the experience more realistic."

When I was in the depths of despair in that block of rubber, the seed of a plan began to sprout.

As soon as I was free of the rubber block, Carla took me into her arms, pulled the blinding hood from my head, pulled off the nose cup, removed the gag and gave me the deepest kiss she ever bestowed on me.

"Carla," I said, "I think we have to go to the fetish club."

She looked at me, startled. "Why? It's too soon! I might not ever be able to go there."

"No we have to go. We'll be dressed and fully hooded. Nobody will know who we are."

"That's not it, Bill. Remember what they did to me?"

"Yes, and you just gave me a taste of it. You know, I bought you and had to watch that thing for weeks before I knew enough of the psychology to let you out safely."

"Then you know I can't go there," she said flatly. "It will bring back too many memories."

"Does it make a difference that there is another girl sealed in a block of latex, taking your place?" I asked.

"What! How could they? I mean my bondage was an experiment. The Mistress said so before she snuffed out my eye sight and sealed me in that thing."

Well, I guess she liked the fantasy so much that she did it again. It seems to draw quite a crowd to the club."

"But the police? Surely the bondage is illegal?"

"The Mistress has a signed contract that she claims allows her to do whatever she wants to her employees as long as they don't come to any physical harm. The judges have not been happy about the situation but the Mistress' lawyers are good and the police can't act unless they get a complaint. No witnesses will come forward either. It seems her patrons love the entertainment as much as she."

"Let's complain then."

"It's not that easy, Dear. A complaint has to be against something she did to us."

"But she put me in that rubber," Carla complained.

"Yes and you signed a contract. No harm no foul as the saying goes. But I do have a plan. We'll round up about ten of my friends that share our interest. We'll mount our own raid on the club and put the Mistress Estella out of business for good."

"That could be dangerous," she mused.

"Yes, it could. If we fail we could all wind up slaves to the Mistress," I replied. "It will take careful planning and reconnaissance to determine exactly what we are up against. I doubt very seriously if we can just walk into the back parts of the club."

"You're right. You may not be able to do it," she said.

"If you're uneasy about this, you can stay here, Carla. I mean you've been there but I know your knowledge of the layout and other particulars are limited. It would be safer for you, too."

"No. If you go then I go."

"That's the spirit. By the way, whatever gave you the idea to scare me that way?"

"Just the novelty of having the role reversed for a change. I knew that the Mistress hinted that the experiment could last a long time so I decided to give you the full treatment, so to speak."

"God, I'm glad you love me," I said earnestly.

"Just watch out, Mister, and keep on my good side."

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I've decided to create this diary on the chance that our coming raid fails. If this makes it to you as an attachment to an e-mail then you know that Carla and I are being held against our will at the "Perpetual Fantasy Gothic Club" on the East Side of Manhattan.

Carla's Journey, Part Three, The Raid

Carla took her time preparing for the night. She had a sense of foreboding that she could not shake. Bill had been scheming with his friends all day and was now putting the final touches on his dress. Bill chose a simple wader suit with mask. He put a belted, below the knee, Macintosh over the suit and cinched it tightly about the waist. The hood he let fall on his chest. There would be time to put it in place when they arrived at the club.

Carla started with a dildo brief. She saw no need in not getting some arousal during the coming action. Next she pulled on one of the full catsuits with attached hood. She had Bill pull the zipper closed. She then worked her way into the tight black mini-dress with the shiny parka zipper. She closed the zip. To match the red trim of the dress, she added a pair of shiny red opera gloves over her already rubber-covered arms. The two layer of rubber against the arms and body felt so sensuous to the touch. She decided to add a garter belt and black thigh stockings, not because she had to, but because she wanted two layers covering the legs as well. Topping the outfit with a coat that hid most of the clothing from prying eyes, she met Bill at the door.

"Ready to rock and roll," he said lightly.

She chuckled through her mask.

They drove to the club neighborhood uneventfully and proceeded to park the car. Pelting rain kept pedestrian traffic to a minimum. Bill pulled the mask into place, finished closing off the suit zipper and pulled the coat hood forward to conceal his masked face. Carla did the same.

"How do you hear me?" Bill asked. He had installed two-way radio sets in the hood and mask.

"Just fine," said Carla.

Hand in rubber gloved hand the two walked to the entrance of the club oblivious to the rain. At the door, Bill knocked and waited for someone to let them in.

."Welcome to the "Gothic Club" as we call it. Since you are dressed to code", the rubber clad hostess said, "the cover is $1000 to enter the Perpetual Love Room. Another show is about to begin and I'm sure you will be delighted."

Bill handed over the cash and led Carla through the door. Not much had changed in three months since that first fateful visit. The floor was mobbed with patrons in all forms of rubber and leather. A common theme was complete coverage of everything. No one showed any skin. Most men just wore catsuits. Some had put rubber shirts and leather or rubber jeans on over obvious rubber suits. All wore full-face hoods and some sported gas masks over the hoods. The sound was raucous as the music thumped out a frenzied beat. The dark room had minimal indirect lighting around the wall. Bill and Carla found a table and waited for his allies to show. The dimness was suddenly pierced by a single spot that shown into and through a golden slab of nearly transparent latex. Like a fly caught in ancient amber, a beautiful full-figured rubber doll stood trapped in the massive rubber object. Television monitors came on in all four corners of the room and two spiky lines began to crawl across the screens. The background was a deep purple. Slowly the pace of the lines quickened as an unseen energy worked its magic on the entombed vixen. The screens began to pulsate with greens, reds, and yellows as the two lifelines increased in both frequencies and intensity. This action continued for a full ten minutes while patrons stood or sat with their eyes glued to either a monitor or the shining jewel of rubber. Many began to masturbate right there. A few couples actually climbed on stage next to the statue and began to copulate. The rising crescendo of sound was deafening. Mixtures of groans and screams and squeaking rubber blended into a cacophony that was impossible.

"I'm sure glad we have these transmitters," commented Bill.

Carla didn't say a word. Bill could see her eyes filling with tears as her heart went out to the trapped girl. She suddenly moved from the room, looking for a restroom. Bill let her go. In ten minutes the plan would be launched, just in time for the next show.

In the powder room, Carla removed her hood and took deep breaths to calm her nerves. On a hidden monitor, the Mistress saw the woman take off her hood and recognized Carla.

"Get her," she said. "Find whoever she is with."

"Yes, Mistress."

Bill was hit hard on the back of the neck and was out cold.

"An ingenious little communications set you have. I'll make good use of them but you won't be needing it much longer," the Mistress said mockingly.

"To satisfy your overwhelming curiosity, I'll explain where you and Carla are since you can't see anything. I took very good care of your suits. In fact after plumbing you with all of the necessary equipment for an extended stay, I made sure we sealed every crack and hole, making you completely waterproof. I'm sure you are aware of your arms wrapped about a warm soft object and I know you feel something wrapped about your own waist. Well, you and Carla are in an eternal embrace.

"She is plumbed just as you. Your mouth is full of gag and tubing so we couldn't put the two of you in a kiss; however, your heads are turned so slightly toward what will be your adoring fans. Her delightful love nest is permanently impaled on your sheathed rod. The vibrator is attached to your sheath enclosure. The machine will vibrate your member like some living dildo while the two plugs in your butts will add that much more pleasure to your rapture.

"Since the two of you are embracing, I couldn't trust to pour the liquid latex directly over your bodies. The restriction could cause suffocation. Consequently, you do have a modicum of privacy that my other fucking statues don't have. There will be a sack that will allow you just enough room for your chests to heave. The sack is very tight. It has a collar seal that will allow me to fill it with enough thick grease to insure your breathing comfort. Your heads are outside the bag and once the liquid latex presses about the two of you, your basic shape will be exposed.

"It should be quite exciting, the bag will hide just enough of your shapes to be delightfully alluring. My guests will have fun imagining exactly what you two look like. That's enough chitchat.

"Oh, one more thing, I think I'll send some of my people to your home in a week or two just to clear up your personal effects. It's too bad your relatives have to be informed of the sudden breakdown you experienced."

The Mistress killed the communications circuit.

"Fill the box. I want them ready for tonight's show."

This box already held the two captives in an upright position. Bill was in a sort of sitting position. Carla was planted on his lap; his tool buried deep in her mound, with her legs wrapped about his waist. This box was cylindrical in shape. The breathing and feeding tubing ran from the top center of the mold, while the rest of the necessary tubing and wires ran through the bottom center.

The slave closed the lid over the top and began to fill the cylinder. The warm liquid slurry crept up the clear walls of the prison. The slave watched the life monitors for any problems. Slowly the rubber squeezed against the sack. To get enough pressure to push the bag deep into the crevices formed by the tangle of arms and legs, this cylinder had over ten feet of space overhead. The plan was to shave off all but three feet once the latex had hardened.

Inside the enclosure, Bill and Carla felt the erotic press of the filling goop as it began to close over the sack. Bill could only move a little in the sack and soon his movements were a distant memory. As the warmth closed over his head the faint sounds he heard were snuffed out. The pressure continued to build as the latex surface rose to the top of the tank. Finally the goop spurt from the relief valve. The slave turned off the flow and set the cylinder in the warm room for curing. He made sure plenty of water was passed into the two trapped forms while they cured.

Curing took four hours. After the walls were removed from the rubber cylinder, one of the slaves carefully cut the top seven feet of latex from the cylinder. This excess was recycled to the storage bin for later moldings. Two slaves moved the trapped lovers to the club dance stage. They connected all of the wiring and tubing to the appropriate places in the console.

The Mistress watched silently as they finished positioning the male and female statues on either side of the two lovers. One of the slaves wondered vaguely who the male was that got tapped for this special duty. Certainly one part of him was curious to experience such extreme rubber bondage, but the idea of being in it forever seemed too much. Done, they stepped off the stage.

The Mistress turned on the system and watched the screen of the nearest monitor as four pairs of lifelines began the erotic dance of compelled love. She was entranced as the vibrating members inside of them quickly drove the two women to multiple climaxes. Of the males, Bill exploded first, probably because he was a little freer and knew that his pleasure was shared by the woman he loved.

The Mistress turned on the vibrator inside her own pussy and rocked contently in her hot rubber costume while she watched both men cum again. She smiled to herself as she thought of the unfairness of nature. During her pleasuring, the men had only achieved orgasm twice while the two encased girls and she had cum at least five times. She really loved her life.

*******
It was three weeks before someone was sent to the estate in Maine. Bill, Carla and their two companions performed four shows nightly at the club. They were the biggest hit of the international fetish circuit. The details of the show were passed on only by word of mouth since Mistress Estella was concerned about what she was doing. Each patron had to sign an oath promising never to reveal the content of the show outside their exclusive circle of severe rubberists.

The performers were numbed by the existence. Bill tried to retain some corner of his sanity, hoping that his message would get out and content in the knowledge that the fucking machine was carrying both himself and his lover to eternal ecstasy every day. He soon was numbed as well by the complete lack of stimulus other than his vibrating member.

The slave that went to Bill's house checked through all of his papers and collected mail. He went to the study and saw a computer in the corner. He launched the Windows 95 and checked Bill's e-mail. As he opened the in box the machine hummed and spun for a few moments. The number in the sent mailbox jumped from "6" to "11". The slave didn't notice the change and proceeded to read the in box. There were a lot of messages to deal with. Some mail required answers that the Mistress had fortunately foreseen. He typed out the replies, stumbling occasionally through his rubber gloves. He wondered why the Mistress insisted on his wearing two full rubber suit beneath the street clothes for this task. She was concerned that he would have to relieve himself in a public place and face all sorts of embarrassment. Anyway he finished up the e-mail after about four hours. He decided to look about the house and soon discovered a treasure-trove of rubberwear. He decided that the guy in that cylinder was probably in seventh heaven.

He stepped out on the porch and was lit with spotlights.

"You have to come with us to the police station," a voice said. "We have some questions to ask you."


The raid was swift and complete. Most of the slaves were in their sleep sacks. For that matter so was the Mistress. She had finished a late and exhausting night with one of her male slaves. They had done it three times at the foot of her most perfect fucking sculpture. She was rudely ripped from her sleep sack that itself had been unceremoniously cut open with a knife.

"What the hell?" she blurted.

"You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used..."

"How?" she asked.

"None of your business. And I suggest you find some real clothes to wear for the trip downtown."

She started laughing. "I haven't owned material clothing for over seven years. I'll just go as I am," she said. "After all, I am the Mistress Estella."

Epilog:

Police officers moved in to remove the numerous rubber-clad slaves and servants of the Mistress. They decided to take all of them to the isolation ward at Bellevue Memorial Hospital. Happily, several weeks of therapy restored all of them to a normal state of mind. The rubberwear business got quite a boost when most of them were released since they were all still avid rubberists.

The four enclosed victims in the three rubber tombs were removed carefully to Bellevue and slowly removed from their prisons. They were surprisingly animated about their ordeal and Doctors learned an immeasurable amount on the effects of sensory deprivation, isolation and extreme sexual stimulation. Carla and Bill returned to Maine and married. They live happily in rubber with their two newfound servants who also happen to have married after sharing the common bond of a rubber entombment. They still will occasionally use the equipment Bill designed after he met Carla. He added the sack to his design so that shared rubber encasement could be realized. The two couples will take turns with the bondage when the occasional mood strikes and business allows. Most of their time is spent running their booming bed & breakfast on a remote island near the Canadian border. Singles and couples have booked their services years in advance hoping to achieve the ultimate rubber experience with Master Rubberson, Mistress Latexia and their two assistants.

Postscript:

I composed the majority of this story while completely sealed in rubber brief, shirt, socks, two or three catsuits, an open face hood and two tight full hoods. Although this inspiration helped in developing my theme, I'm sure that my enclosure never approached the complete helplessness of the enclosure fantasized in the tale. After completing the final part I put on an Israeli gas mask and climbed into a front zip sleep sack. I was in a heavenly rubber embrace and was soon shooting my load into the hot briefs. Perhaps one day I might meet a Carla or some other woman that is totally wrapped in a rubber package, preferably in multiple layers to share my passion. Until then, I can always imagine.

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