Bondage/airubb15
                                     Dr. Hevea
                              Adventures in Rubber - 15
               When he had "Jason" free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr.
               Dodds led her into the adjoining room.  This room was adjacent to the
                one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest.  Its two
                 prominent features were a low, round structure like a well, in the
              middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber sheets, and
              an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall.  It was attached at the
                          center to a large metal hub bolted to the wall.
                 There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the
              ceiling, and a diver's air compressor on a wheeled dolly.  All of which
                           equipment, "Jason" was only too familiar with.
               Mr. Dodds made her stand on a stool while he strapped her body harness
                 to the frame.  In minutes, she was attached by a myriad of little
               leather straps, every few inches, with her waist tightly clamped by a
              single four inch wide belt.  Even her head was fastened down tightly to
              the padded head rest.  She couldn't move an inch.  As Mr. Dodds checked
                 the bondage of each limb in turn, she could feel the frame swaying
                               slightly.   Finally, Dodds walked out.
               In the next room, he reached behind "Floras" head and undid the zip of
                             Jason's female-faced helmet, removing it.
                 "Look, mate," Jason announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged,
               "I've had just about enough of your little games... when are you going
                to leave us alone?"  Mr. Dodds looked startled, as Jason ranted on.
                "What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy's
                    household, and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?"
                 Mr. Dodds looked amused for a moment.  "First of all, Mandy IS my
               `personal sex slave', and since Flora belongs to Mandy, she is too is
                mine to do with as I please.  She has told Mandy many times that she
                would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if
                 Mandy watched.  Although, I doubt this is exactly what she had in
                mind.  If you don't believe me, you are free to ask Flora yourself,
                as-if-and -when I decide to let her out of her present predicament.
               "Secondly, I'd assumed when I found you in YOUR predicament, that you
              were also a new acquisition of Mandys, since you certainly seemed to be
                                        enjoying yourself."
                                   Jason blushed to his hairline.
                 "Third," Dodds ticked off on his fingers, "I AM a reasonable man.
               Since I didn't ask you, and you didn't ask me, you certainly should be
              given the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to
               lead.  But I'll warn you!  If you decide to leave now, in the heat of
                anger, I can predict that not only will you never be bothered by me,
                you will never see Mandy or Flora again, either.  Believe it or not,
               some of the things we do here are unlawful in this state.  It's worse
                                          back in England!
                "Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medieval laws in
                  this country, we can't risk someone running out and calling the
               newspapers, now can we?  If I were to let you go, Mandy might be very
              unhappy, but she would in all likelihood, move, despite her comfortable
                 little mansion here, and as I said, you would never see her again.
               He paused, looking reflectively at Jason for a moment.  "I assume," he
                added, "since you are here, and since Mandy generally prefers women,
                           that there is something special between you?"
               Jason looked sullen, but nodded.  Mr. Dodds continued.  "So.  Just to
                 be sure things are as everyone would have it, I will give you the
              option.  Stay here, subject to Mandy's or my absolute rule, and live in
                decadent, submissive pleasure, free of any cares, for as long as you
              like.  Or leave now, all pissed off, and let the rest of us get on with
                               our lives in whatever manner we wish!"
                  He stopped and looked patiently at Jason, waiting for an answer.
               Jason was in a quandary.  While he had resented Mr. Dodds invasion on
                what had been shaping up to be his ultimate dream (complete with two
                bisexual, rubber-loving women, a statiscal impossibility).  He also
              realized that Mr. Dodds had been responsible for many interesting hours
              spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he had begun to enjoy at
                                the hands of Mandy since he arrived.
               He knew, sooner or later, that this mysterious stranger (well okay, a
               friend of Mandys) would depart, and hopefully, things would return to
                                             "normal".
                 He thought of his life before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent
               alone, the abortive attempts at dating and the sick feeling he had had
                 when one lover had called him perverted for wanting her to wear a
                                           rubber dress.
                 He realized that despite Mr. Dodd's intrusion and bizarre bondage
                 performances, he was happier here than he had ever been alone.  He
                     looked up sheepishly.  "All right," he said, "I'll stay."
                Dodds looked doubtful.  "Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be
                thy lord and mistress?"  It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech,
                                         but Jason nodded.
               Dodds persisted.  "And you'll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may
                                            put to you?"
               This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had
                never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods
                bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had
               always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the
                                    point of madness), his goal.
                              Jason dropped his head in submission.  
                                          "Yes." he said.
               Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile.  "Fine.  Fine, then it's all settled.
                Now we understand each other."  His voice rose to a shout.  "AND FOR
                 BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A
                WOMAN FOR SEVERAL MORE HOURS!"  When he finished his tirade, he was
                                          still grinning.
                    He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor.
                 "I've a better face for you to wear, my dear," he said, his voice
                   softening suddenly, "this suits my tastes much better."  After
                   fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason's head,
                                      completing the illusion.
               Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he
               pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed "Flora" her new face.
                 It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a
               woman's face, although this face might have been more at home walking
                                            the streets.
                   I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself.  His eyes were
               surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with
                mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red.  Also, his
               mouth was no longer obstructed.  He stuck out his tongue, through the
                             ruby lips, just to see if he could do it.
              "Oh, don't worry," chuckled Dodds, "we'll give that tongue something to
                   work on soon, never fear."  He continued chuckling to himself,
                apparently thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto "Floras"
                  head a simple trainer harness which had no gag or blindfold.  It
                 circled the head three ways, and had many d-rings attached, but he
                                   couldn't really see the point.
                 Eventually, Mr. Dodds got around to lowering the dildo rod pinning
               "Flora" in place, and loosened the fixtures attaching his boots to the
                floor.   He neglected to remove the arm binder, however, which still
                             clamped "Floras" now numb arms behind him.
                When "Flora" was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other
                room.  Once again, "Flora" marveled at the perfect replica of a man
              that was securely fastened to the frame in front of him.  Although some
               small part of him had finally admitted that this wasn't real, he still
                        thought of himself as a woman, at least temporarily.
                                                                 -=*=-
               Some time later, "Jason" watched Mr. Dodds return with "Flora".  Dodds
                stood him in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots.
               Until now, "Jason" had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and
               that they were actually something more prosaic, such as silver colored
              leather.  So perfect was their shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to
                expect someone to go to the trouble and expense of making them from
                metal, but she soon saw her error.  The craftsman who made them had
                     been talented indeed.  No wonder Flora had been walking so
                                           stiff-legged!
                  When he had them off, Dodds ordered "Flora" to remove his dress.
              Embarrassed, Jason nonetheless did as he was told.  Off came the pretty
               maid's uniform.  Mr. Dodds loosened the corset laces until it could be
               unhooked, and removed it.  "Flora" heaved a sigh of relief.  He could
                                           breathe again!
              "Jason" looked on in wonder.  There was no doubting the person in front
               of her was a woman, and a damned attractive one at that!  The loss of
              the dress revealed a very shapely body, dressed in gleaming black latex
                 stockings, held up by the garters of a very pretty shimmering pink
              girdle.  Above it, she had on a long-line pink rubber brassiere showing
               off a generous bust.  She also wore opera length silver latex gloves.
               Although her makeup was definitely too heavy for "Jason's" tastes, the
                overall effect was very attractive, in a sleazy sort of way.  Flora
                                           LIKED sleazy.
               All of which made her even more confused.  She was certain now who she
               was, and that Mr. Dodds had merely confused her- although she couldn't
                 as yet explain the amazing transformation her body seemed to have
               undergone.  So if she was Flora, who was this woman?  Unless Mr. Dodds
               had admitted another person to Mandy's home, or had lied to them about
               who was inside the amazing rubber sculpture in the other room, it had
                to be Jason.  But how could one explain the beautiful female body in
                  front of her, or for that matter, her own well-built male frame?
                 Suddenly she remembered the female face mask that had been on the
              other's face.  Dodds had apparently changed it, for the other woman now
              appeared much younger, with more makeup, although her body remained the
                 same.  "Jason" felt a moment of jealousy, then a flush of desire.
                          The other woman was certainly attractive enough.
                 Mr. Dodds allowed them to stare at one another for a moment, then
               showed "Flora" an elaborate suspension harness.  He put it on him and
                in a minute had it tightly fastened.  He reached up to the winch and
               pulled down a cable, snapping its hook to the harness, just above the
                                             buttocks.
              "Flora" felt more than a little vertigo as the winch hauled him off the
                 ground, head down, but he was even more dismayed at what happened
                                               next.
                 Dodds pulled him along the traveling track until he was up against
               "Jason" belly to belly.  A little adjusting brought "Flora's" tightly
                rubbered pink bottom into contact with the dildo poking out and down
                                  from "Jason's" harnessed mouth.
                "Jason" could only look on in awestruck fascination as she realized
                                     what was about to happen.
               "Flora", too, was a bit horrified and more than a little turned on as
               he dangled upside down, his face just inches from "Jason's" prominent
                 erection.  Seconds later, he felt Mr.Dodds attaching things to his
              harness, and shortly he was pulled in sharply to "Jason's" body and the
                            two were pressed tightly against each other.
               There was nothing "Flora" could do except grimace in embarrassment as
                 Dodds inexorably forced his bottom down over the dildo attached to
                 "Jasons" face.  When it was deeply seated, Dodds attached several
                 straps to d-rings on "Floras" torso harness and pulling them tight
                around "Jasons" head, fastened them to the frame.  He attached still
               more straps to "Floras" head harness, using them to pull the reluctant
                slave's head down, finally forcing his mouth over "Jasons" erection.
                Quickly, he strapped the harness around "Jasons" hips to the frame,
                                   holding him in that position.
              With several more wide leather straps, Dodds fastened "Floras" arms and
               legs along side "Jasons", so the two were immovably joined.  Only then
                        did he remove the winch cable from "Floras" harness.
               He smiled at the two bodies joined on the frame, then grabbing one of
               the x-extensions, he gave it a shove.  Aha!  The hub at the center was
              on a ball bearing, and the two joined slaves rotated around and around,
                 until they were dizzy, and their shifting weight pushed and pulled
                         things they would have preferred were left alone.
                 Soon, their out of balance condition told, and they settled down,
                    rocking slightly.

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  Dodds frowned and moved to one end of the
                                            contraption.
                After clamping a lead weight to two of the arms, he gave it another
               lighter, shove, and watched for a moment.  When it showed no signs of
              being out of balance, slowing only a little, he gave it a bigger shove,
              then another, and another, making it pick up speed.  It gave no sign of
                           slowing down any time soon.  He smiled again.
                As far as "Flora" (Jason) was concerned, this was just a strange (if
                mildly erotic) joy ride, with no real purpose.  His shifting weight
               forced him up and down on the dildo, but that was about all he got out
               of it.  He grunted and groaned with each revolution, and was thankful
              he wasn't prone to motion sickness.  After a while, he began to sort of
                absentmindedly suck and tongue the fat organ gagging his mouth, and
               groans of pleasure came from behind and underneath him.  With a start,
                  he realized what it was he was doing and stopped it, his mind a
                 confusion of sexual thoughts.  He was fairly confident now in his
              identity as Jason, but was still confused as to how he had come to have
                                          a woman's body.
               Conversely, he was fairly certain that the "man" strapped beneath him
                 had to be Flora (assuming Dodds had not lied about who was in the
                 rubber abomination next door), but there too, he couldn't be sure,
                 since his mouth was definitely full of a man.  That fact in itself
              repelled him, but there was damn all he could do about it, and in fact,
                 he was secretly enjoying having a gag in his mouth, even if it was
                        someone's... he couldn't bring himself to think it.
                Again, after some time, his head dizzy with the confusion of who was
               what, and from the intermittant pressure on his prostate, he absently
                began to pull a little on the prick filling his mouth.  Again, moans
              sounded from behind him, and the dildo stuffed in his ass throbbed with
               the vibrations of... Floras?  mouth.  The muffled voice could be hers,
                                               but...
                 For "Jason" (Flora) on the other hand, it was quite a pleasurable
                                            experience.
               With each revolution, the mercury-filled dildo within her quivered and
                  jerked, a unique throbbing sensation that was rapidly making her
                 crazy.  Still fuzzy from the strange brew of drugs Dodds had given
                   them, Flora didn't really understand the source of her sexual
                excitement, and was a amazed at how similar sex as a man felt to her
                                          own experiences.
                Moreover, the butt plug in her rear rubbed and bumped inside against
                the dildo, and worse, "Floras" belly was rubbing against her breasts
                inside the suit, although she couldn't recognize these things at the
                  time.  Then, too, "Flora" had began to pull at her erection, and
               immediately, she felt an internal vibration exciting her in a familiar
                 way.  "Flora" stopped for a while, then started again, and "Jason"
                                 realized she was close to coming.
              She eagerly awaited to see what it would be like.  When it arrived, she
              was vaguely disappointed.  To her surprise, it felt a lot like what she
                  called a vaginal orgasm, and she shuddered with little internal
                                              spasms.
                        She was still wondering why her skin felt so numb...
              While the two slaves rotated in sexual union, Mr. Dodds had trotted off
                to check on his other patient, and then gone up to the kitchen for a
                                            cup of tea.
                  When he returned, they had slowed down slightly, so he gave them
                 another push, just to keep their interest up.  Meanwhile, he made
                another trip upstairs, returning with a gallon jug in each hand.  He
                  set them down by the "well" in the middle of the room, and began
                searching the cabinets around the room for something.  He soon found
                 it, or them rather, and sat down to watch his artwork spin on the
               wall.  By this time, Flora was groaning and panting with passion, and
                  although Jason was less noisy, he seemed to be enjoying himself
                                              finally.
                    Dodds thought back to the first time he had seen what Mandy
                unimaginatively called "The Well".  She'd had it constructed shortly
                                        after she met Flora.
                She had wanted something restrictive that she and Flora could enjoy
                together, when she wasn't feeling particularly topish.  Something a
                           little like bondage, and preferably of rubber.
              In the end, she had constructed this... a vertical bath, like a wishing
                 well, eight feet deep and lined with a very large and thick rubber
               bag.  The bag was sealed to the rim of the well.  The well itself was
              in fact, a simple jacuzzi, with water jets in the walls, and the rubber
              lining was anchored at the bottom so that it would not be forced out by
                the water.  The water forced the bag closed, so that the thing could
                only be entered with a considerable amount of pressure, and a lot of
                lubrication.  It was necessary too, to wear some kind of air mask so
                                      that one could breathe.
               As fate would have it, Mr. Dodds had chosen to show up just after they
              had completed it.  He had shown them an excellent substitute for the KY
               jelly they had planned to use in it, too.  Flora and Mandy had enjoyed
               their first session in it under the watchful eyes of Mr. Dodds, and he
                  had chosen to let them stay in it for several hours.  Mandy had
                 originally planned for them to wear body harnesses attached to the
               winch, allowing them to get out.  The winch would have been activated
                by a timer.  However, Dodds had talked them out of it saying that it
               might not be reliable, and that as long as he was here, he may as well
              help out.  Never mind the fact that Mandy's electrical power was backed
              up by an automatic generator, or that she had already proven to herself
                that she could climb the chain to get out.  She knew he had ulterior
                                              motives.
               Since their own weight forced them down into the bag, and the generous
               helping of silicone oil made their bodies and the rubber ridiculously
               slippery, they were quite helpless to get out until he reached in with
                                  the winch line to haul them out.
                Meanwhile, they had spent several hot and sweaty hours enjoying each
                other, their bodies pressed firmly together within the folds of soft
                                      yet unrelenting rubber.
                Mr. Dodds knew too, that Mandy had used the Well as a punishment (of
               sorts) for Flora, putting her rigid chastity belt on her, and letting
                    her squirm in arousal for hours, unable to satisfy herself.
              After watching the rotating pair with satisfaction for several minutes,
              Mr. Dodds got up and poured the entire contents of one of the jugs into
               the well.  The liquid that came out was thick and clear.  He wanted to
                     be sure they had plenty of lubrication during their stay.
               After watching them turn amid grunts, groans, and mews of pleasure for
               some time, Mr. Dodds finally relented.  "Alright kids, that's enough.
               Let's cut to the chase."  He stopped the rotation of the x-frame, and
                again snapped the winch cable to "Floras" harness.  When he had him
              unstrapped and free of assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment
                while he removed the head harness, the female face mask and wig, and
                     finally the suspension harness he had put on him earlier.
                Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phony  melodramatic
                voice, "Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who is
                                         who... and what."
               He fumbled at Jason's neck, and pulled a long strip of pink tape down
               off his back.  When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered zipper down
                 as well.  The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason's real body.
               Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts
              and sleek lines of a woman fell away.  He realized that deep inside, he
                                  was sorry to become a man again.
                He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he
                 noticed that his head was more or less clear.  He felt wonderfully
               alive, despite the locker room smell he had developed inside the foam
                                            rubber suit.
                Before he had time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however,
              Dodds covered his head with one of the two helmets that he'd dug out of
               the cabinets.  It felt very odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to
                 stop him as Jason explored the surface of the new helmet with his
                                               hands.
               It was made of thin black latex with a zipper up the back.  Moreover,
                  it was fitted inside with a surgical style oxygen mask, the hose
               running out the front of the mask.  When it was zipped up the back, it
                 fit quite tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly
                  around his mouth and nose.  For a moment, it became difficult to
               breathe, and he panicked, thinking that Dodds had forgotten something,
                 but then he heard the soft rattle of the compressor, and cool air
                                      flooded into his lungs.
               Flora looked on in amazement at the removal of Jason's female face and
                suit, as she was still fuzzy-headed from the drugs, and wasn't quite
               sure what was going on.  It was becoming apparent, however, that this
              had not been a dream at all, but a particularly clever dupe on the part
                                           of Mr.  Dodds.
              Right then and there, she decided she loved the nutty old coot, and she
               could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself
                                              to him.
              In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds
               was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason's head.  Flora
              waited impatiently to be let down.  Her arms had begun to ache a little
                 at being held tightly in position so long.  She watched as Jason's
               masked head was tethered by a hose to the compressor, and having spent
               many hours in the well by herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both
                                        in at the same time.
               Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting
                against the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to the well.
               He let Jason stand there while he took Flora down in the same manner,
                removed her helmet, body harness and suit, and as a result, various
                       long, thick objects from her body, much to her dismay.
                 He put the other breathing helmet on her.  All was quiet for a few
               moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask.  Then
                    she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one
               considerably less complicated than the previous one.  And, as she had
              feared, Mandy must have told Dodds about her punishment, for she felt a
                pair of "pancake" mitts being strapped onto her hands.  These mitts
                  were made of stiff leather, and held the fingers and hands flat,
                         preventing them from grasping or feeling anything.
               Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm,
                  thick, and very slippery.  The hands lingered at her breasts and
               crotch, and she leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a
                            little something extra, but they passed on.
                After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being hoisted
                 into the air, bumping gently against Jason's body.  She rejoiced,
                                     knowing what was to come.
                Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his woman-suit was
              removed, but he also got something else.  He jerked and tried to refuse
               the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed
               Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back.  The strong hands fastened
                something tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls.
                 Something else, that felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his
                knees.  He felt a gentle pull on his scrotum, and when the fumbling
               stopped, the "something", some kind of little harness apparently, was
               still there, constricting his cock and stretching his sack out almost
                                            unbearably.
                He felt himself getting very hard, and the sense of constriction and
                                  stretching became even tighter.
              Then he too, received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly as
                the unseen hands stroked his now rock-hard member.  Soon he felt his
              feet leaving the floor, and his greasy body bumping and sliding against
                                              Flora's.
               Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he
               traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well.
                Pressing the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began
                   forcing their way into the tight rubber lining of the well...
                                                                  ...to be continued
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