* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER THIRTEEN The rubber slaves crawled toward each other and fumbled at their bound hands. After what seemed forever, they got one set undone and quickly proceeded to unbuckle the myriad of red rubber straps confining their bodies and limbs. Finally they were able to move, removing the thick rubber gags they let out deep breaths. “That was amazing! We’ve never seen someone endure the cane that long or that hard. We came just watching you writhe in the rubber. The sound and the look of that beating! Our Mistress nearly lost control she was so turned on. Our next scenes will be incredible, all those things she wants to do but we don’t have the stamina. Let’s get you down and have a look at the damage, the bath will ease the aches.” ...

* THE RUBBER HOUSE CHAPTER FIFTEEN Stumbling up the ramp to the outdoors, we three bound rubber slaves exited into the garden and were brought to a halt by our Mistress’ red rubber riding crop. We stood there gazing at our rubber clad Mistress through the thick lenses in our rubber hoods as a heavy rain fell. “A fine day for some outdoor chores, under all that rubber you must be as wet as if you were exposed to the rain. Well by the time your tasks are finished you’ll be wishing you could feel that cooling rain. Now to your chores.” ...

CHAPTER ONE It was 7 o’clock on a wet Friday evening, the beginning of a long weekend. I rang the bell beside the pair of heavy wooden doors set in the high brick wall surrounding the large property set at the end of the cul de sac. I had answered an advertisement in a Rubber magazine for a Rubber slave. After being contacted by a woman who asked a great many questions as to how far I was prepared to go and how committed I was, the arrangements for this weekend had been made. ...

The Rubber Sorority by No One 2001 Part 1: The Delivery Ted was running deliveries for Hot Pizza Pie on Halloween. He couldn’t believe his dumb luck being scheduled to work on one of the biggest party nights of the year. He lived in a big college town and he attended some classes at the University. Ted was what you might call a working class student. He worked a ton of little jobs to put himself through college. All his efforts, however, had yielded few results. He didn’t have much of a social life, his grades stunk and he was always broke. To add insult to injury he was just dumped by his girlfriend. He fumed over his situation as he waited for the next order to be prepared. ...

Prelude: She had been Queen of her world, and she ruled her kingdom with a jealousy and strict discipline born of her own desire. She had created and maintained her labyrinthine realm through the sheer force of her own will. It had been there – in a subterranean world consisting of naught but latex and steel, and those who worshipped her – that the Rubber Queen had ruled. Acres of underground dungeon sprawled beneath a countryside mansion, where one hundred rubber-clad subjects, walked rubber halls, slept in rubber beds, beneath rubber sheets, and willingly endured the rubber torments of their Latexed Empress. ...

Jennifer toweled off after her morning swim. She loved to go in the pool first thing in the morning after seeing her husband off to work. David was a wonderful man who provided her a very satisfactory lifestyle but unfortunately due to his many long nights at work, it left her very bored at times. At first, she tried hobbies, surfing the net and various other activities but none seemed to satisfy her, especially her raging desire and passion. So she started to take on a few lovers from around the city. She was always discreet with them and made sure that at first they never met at her home or at places she might be recognized. However, she recently had dropped quite a bit of secrecy and once was on the phone with one while her husband’s car was just leaving for the day. Oh but the sex was well worth it she mused to herself. She absently played with her breasts as she envisioned how her lovers would run their hands all over her supple body bringing her to the height of ecstasy again and again. Last week, she even arranged a 3-way with a man and another woman. The bed creaked and moaned well into the night as they wriggled and screamed with lust and passion. She thought it would be a night she would have to try again, soon. She was brought of her daydreaming by the chimes of the doorbell. She glanced at her watch and realized it must be the salesman David told her was coming by to discuss house improvements and other matters. She scurried to the front door still wearing her damp two piece silver bikini and opened up the door. A man in his mid 30’s was standing there, black hair with greying at the temples, carrying a silver attache case in one hand and a walking cane in the other. Jennifer noticed that the cane head was a silver snake head which looked very detailed. “Jennifer, I presume,” he said. “My name is Tim. Tim Smith..” He looked at her with a look of anticipation and something else, something Jennifer couldn’t quite place. She invited him inside and asked him if he’d like something to drink. He shook his head “No, not now… we have much to discuss..” he said firmly. A little disconcerted, she nevertheless invited him to sit out by the pool for their discussion. Once seated, Tim turned to her and asked a series of relatively boring questions concerning how long they lived there, had they made any improvements to the house since then, and so on. He then started to ask questions of a more personal nature, like did they plan to have children in the future. When he started to inquire about her sex life, Jennifer raised her hands. “Sorry, that’s too much info for what you need.” Tim smiled. “Oh, but David has helped us on his end and you’d like us to be thorough, wouldn’t you?” he said as he raised up his cane in his hands. The head of the snake was facing her and the tiny eyes seemed to be fixed on her own. Jennifer’s objections seemed to melt away in her mind. Honesty, yes, that never hurts - to a point she mused to herself as her mind seemed to be getting a little hazy. Tim’s probing questions seemed to be coming awful fast. Sex with David? Oh yes, but not often enough she seemed to blurt out. She was going to apologize but it didn’t seem to matter and it was getting very warm. Lovers ? Oh yes, she said, very slowly and listed off quite a few of them by name, forgetting her earlier confidences. It was strange how warm she was and how her body felt so tight now and pleasurable. _Fucktoy* ?_What was that word coming into her mind for?* She noticed her legs were spreading apart. Oh, but she felt so good. She felt her sexual desire becoming all-consuming. That and her need to please and be used seemed to overwhelm her foggy mind. Suddenly, she felt herself slide slowly off the chair, hitting the concrete patio. Strangely, she seemed to bounce with almost a squeaky noise. She did not move. During all this, Mr. Smith just sat there with the cane head pointed at her. When she hit the floor, he got up, went over, and picked her up. He carried her inside the house and she could tell that she was light as a feather. He then stood her against the bed and methodically began to take off her silver bikini. He then took a full length mirror out and stood it in front of Jennifer. Jennifer was shocked at the image that looked back at her. She had been transformed into a lifelike love doll. Her breasts were enlarged and rode high on her chest. Her cheeks had an artificial look, with a bright red color to them. Her mouth was stuck in an O-shape as was her anus. She tried to scream or move but could do neither. Tim then walked over in front of her and looking directly in her doll eyes said “My dear, this whole procedure is only temporary. You see, your husband found out about your indiscretions some time ago. Once he calmed down a little, he contacted my firm to arrange revenge; a different type of revenge, you see. You’ll stay in this form for 6 months, to be used and stored as a plastic doll, as David sees fit. After the 6 months, you’ll revert back to human form but with one minor difference. If you ever think of telling anybody about this or return to screwing around behind your husband’s back, you’ll revert to this form instantly and on a PERMANENT basis.” Tim reached over and cupped Jennifer’s inflated right breast with his hand. A bolt of almost indescribable ecstasy hit her and she would have moaned out loud if she was able to. “The positive thing - from your perspective ...

Looking at what happened yesterday, I realized that my life would never be the same. Curt had phoned me at the office and wanted to see me at lunch. He asked me to meet him at the Wilshire Room, a pretty exclusive spot about ten minutes walk from the office. I wasn’t really sure what was up as I picked up my bag and headed for the door. Walking out into the bright sunlight, I headed for the restaurant. Each step produced a swishing sound as the latex legs of the bike shorts I was wearing under my dress brushed against one another. I looked furtively about wondering if passer-by’s heard the sound and guessed my secret. I shouldn’t have been concerned. I did begin to worry a little that sweat may find its way out from the bottom of the shorts and spot my dress. I remember the giggles from kids one day when I had made the mistake of jogging with just the shorts under my fleece suit and the sweat spread about my legs. I never made that mistake again; I wear full latex coverage when I jog now. ...

Chapter 1: Good Intentions Rimkoff Professor Rimkoff made the motions of examining her file while she squirmed in the cheap plastic chair. His attention wasn’t on the file, it was on her. He didn’t give a damn what was written there. But whether or not she passed the year was up to him and there was nobody else to appeal to. He put down his tablet and peered over the top of his glasses. His x-ray gaze travelled back and forth between her breasts and her crotch in a leisurely way. It was plain where he was looking, he didn’t try to hide it. ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica) Chapter 2: Rica’s Secrets Andrew With the latest downturn there were no construction jobs. He’d been all over town to confirm that the previous week. He’d never done fast-food before, but it how hard could it be? He arrived a little early to the interview. Trust his twisted luck, some hot chick was already waiting there. She was dressed down, like one of those girls from an eighties teen movie where the female lead looks a dork and then she goes all soft-focus, takes off her big glasses, shakes out her hair in slow-motion, and suddenly it’s obvious she’s a foxy sex-bomb. ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica) Chapter 3: Essential Research The next morning, like the hungry caterpillar, Erica felt much better. She took the new pills Belling had prescribed on schedule and went down for breakfast. What a waste of time, they were probably placebos anyway. Her cupboard was empty so she helped herself to Bea’s milk and cereals. Bea seemed to be in a hurry to push food onto her, so why not? As for Bea herself, mercifully there was no trace of her. ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica 3: Essential Research) Chapter 4: Bea Investigates Bea’s new camera cost as much as a week’s rent but the quality was worth it. She’d spent the last few days watching the video-feed from Rica’s room. She was filled with tingling, almost electric energy. Ever since she put the camera through the wall and seen Rica stripping, she’d been charged with euphoria, wet all the time, and barely able to stop touching herself. It was possible that things were getting out of hand. ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica 4: Bea Investigates) Chapter 5: Bea In Chains Erica knelt straddling her victim. Bea was naked, chained to the bed by her wrists. “I should leave you like this, it would serve you right,” Erica said. “If you stay, I don’t mind at all.” Relief. The passionate feeling was gone. She’d almost done something incredibly stupid. Bea wasn’t her friend. Bea didn’t even like her, couldn’t possibly be attracted to her. She’d probably even had something to do with the boys moving out. She couldn’t let this crazy bitch manipulate her any further. ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica 5: Bea In Chains) Chapter 6: Trade Negotiations Erica had Bea cornered in the kitchen. “What did you do that for? I can’t share a house with him,” Erica said. Bea looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye-contact. “We need somebody for the rent right? Why not him? And he said he has a friend. We need the rent money.” “Cut the Shades of Grey eye-rolling Bea. Fine. Yes. We need people, but it didn’t have to be my boss. Now I’m going to have to keep up this fake image at home too. It’s impossible.” ...

(story continues from The Secret Life of Rica 6: Trade Negotiations) Chapter 7: An Unexpected Visitor Erica stared across the kitchen table at Bea, then down at the collar. It sat there silently, open, speaking volumes. “You told me you couldn’t take it off.” Bea, sitting opposite, gave a huge crazy grin. “I may have lied about that, a tiny bit.” Erica was dressed in one of Bea’s old shirts and Erica was dressed in one of Bea’s designer dresses. Bea had even straightened her hair to match how Erica used to have hers. Erica sighed. Despite the clothes, Bea was obviously the attractive one and she was the lump. ...

Chapter 1: Cathy the Cat Burglar Cathy scaled the perimeter wall and momentarily sat atop the high brick structure. Her eyes swiftly scanned the landscape in front of her; no trace of guard dogs roaming the overgrown lawns, no sign of security personnel or movement sensitive lighting. In fact, aside from the wall and the securely locked wrought iron gates, there was very little sign of there being any preventative measures having been put in place to deter trespassers from getting into the grounds. Her gaze drifted further afield, towards the mansion house about one hundred yards in front of her. The rambling old building, with its Tudor architecture, had seen better days, but was still quite impressive, even when viewed in twilight. How many rooms were there? There must be at least a hundred, Cathy guessed, taking into account the towers that rose at each corner above the main body of the building. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 9) Chapter 10: The Hunt Bethany’s return to consciousness coincided with a ripping sound that seemed to have its origins very close at hand. Opening her eyes seemed to make no difference to the overall blackness that pervaded her vision and, not yet fully awake, forgetting the circumstances under which she’d fallen asleep, she panicked momentarily before the memory of where she was suddenly kicked in. The warm body of Cathy pressed hard against her torso, abdomen and legs, and any small movement that she inadvertently made, told her that the stringent crotch rope was still in situ and, judging by the ever so slight but also very real first awakenings of arousal that this engendered, ready to work its magic once more. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 10) Chapter 11: Strung Up, Bogged Down and Hung Out to Dry Bethany reluctantly hobbled away from Cathy as swiftly as her leg-irons would allow, taking the narrow but well defined pathway deeper into the woods. Still shell-shocked from the events of the past twelve hours or so, and with the recent revelation that she was now being held against her will at Shackleton Grange only just beginning to sink in, she had been loath to leave her only ally, but knew that it made sense for them to split up and go their separate ways. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 11: Strung Up, Bogged Down and Hung Out to Dry) Chapter 12: The Training Room Cathy shut her eyes, curled up into as tight a ball as she could manage, took one last deep breath and prepared herself for the searing pain which she knew couldn’t be more than a microsecond or two away. And sure enough, she felt something strike her left arm and resigned herself to the fact that the spandex cat-suit, which offered next to no protection, was about to be ripped into by either Fang’s dagger-like teeth or his equally effective claws. She could hear and smell the dog’s breath only inches from her head. But something didn’t seem quite right here. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 12: The Training Room) Chapter 13: And So to Sleep Cathy looked across to the doorway and her heart sank. Time seemed to freeze. If fear had been a marketable commodity, she could have made a fortune in the interminable seconds that followed. For blocking the only exit was the last person in the world that Cathy would have been hoping to see at that moment. Dolores was standing in a slightly more stooped posture than her usual upright stance, and her left hand was held against her stomach. As she moved further into the room, Cathy noticed her wince with pain, and realised that this had to be a consequence of Bethany’s delaying tactics. Her hair, previously immaculately styled, was now tangled and dishevelled, and her face was red; although whether the latter was due to rage or pain it was hard to gauge. Probably a mixture of both, Cathy decided. ...

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 13: And So to Sleep) Chapter 14: The Wheel and the Well Bethany’s journey out of enforced sedation was a harrowing process. Initially resting in a dreamless, artificially induced state of deep sleep, her anaesthetised brain gradually entered a period where vivid images flashed across her mind’s eye. And the scenes that passed before her during this REM phase of her slumbers, forced her to relive a semi-factual account of the incidents that had befallen her since arriving at Shackleton Grange– with a few weird variations and impossible episodes thrown in for good measure. ...