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Dimly Gerda became aware of light against her closed eyes. Her latex whipping suit was clinging wetly to her and she could feel a puddle of perspiration in the feet of it. She opened her eyes and found she was lying on the narrow bed in her quarters, with Maria gently sponging her head. The gag had been removed, and so had the hated helmet. Maria had taken out her own gag, and spoke through the mouth slit in her mask.

"Take it easy, you're fine now. Was it very bad ?"

Groggily Gerda sat up, feeling the thick suit 'mack' as the rivulets of sweat ran down inside. Her bottom felt hot and tingling, and memory of her first flagellation flooded back.

"I passed out ! I've never fainted in my life before !"

"The first time is a bit of a shock. Did they make you take pleasure ?"

Gerda remembered the girl assistant holding the sinister machine between her tightly strapped legs, and the way the last three strokes had heightened her orgasm to explosive force before she had sunk into unconsciousness. She shuddered at the shameful memory.

"God, yes ! It's wicked - cruel, and those last three strokes were bloody hard !"

"You'll have a nice weal or two, but the thickness of the rubber prevents it cutting the skin. They're quite experts, they know exactly where to land each stroke. Come on, I'll get you out of that suit and into a bath, but I must put your mask back on, you -"

She broke off with a gasp as the door opened and a masked instructor stood there with a sheaf of papers in his hands. He laid them on the table. "Your instructions for the remainder of the day. You'll be glad to know -"

He stopped and stared at Maria, standing petrified with Gerda's helmet in her hands. "Serving maid Maria ! I saw in the instructions that Slave Gerda was not to remove her mask for forty-eight hours ! Why is that mask off ?" Gerda could feel the tension between them.

"Sir, she was brought up unconscious from her whipping, I only took it off to wash her face and bring her round. I-"

"That will be 100 demerits for disobedience. You will report to the Executioner for immediate punishment afetr you have dressed slave Gerda." He strode out of the room, the tight green leather costume creaking faintly. The door slammed shut.

"What does he mean ?" Gerda exclaimed furiously. "You only did what any normal person would do. I was wringing wet inside that damned mask !"

Maria shrugged. "You don't understand. The rules here are absolutely rigid. I had no right to remove your helmet."

"What will they do to you ?"

"Something unpleasant, immediate punishment by the Executioner is always bad. Usually your demerits are totalled up and you get punished at the end of the week. But 100 ! That's stiff!" She held up the mask. "Here, I'd better fix it on you before someone else comes in."

Chastened, Gerda allowed the still wet mask to be pulled on and securely laced up the back of her head. Thankfully, she stepped onto a rubber sheet which Maria spread out and allowed herself to be peeled out of the streaming wet whipping suit."

Half an hour later she had bathed and dressed in the costume laid out by Maria. She had on high white vinyl thigh boots and a shimmering thin white rubber dress with a high mandarin collar. The wrists of the dress were tightly strapped over heavy silk mackintosh elbow gloves. Under the dress she wore a thin gold chain round her waist onto which was padlocked a training rod. The dress was fairly loose, held in by a broad gold leather belt. The rubber tickled her erect nipples as she moved. She would have been curiously comfortable apart from the black latex hood, although it no longer felt claustrophobic.

Maria had been unusually silent while she dressed Gerda, and now the slave felt pity about her maid. It had been an act of kindness for which Maria would suffer.

"I feel awful about this, can't I tell them I was suffocating and choking and you removed the hood to help me breathe ?"

Maria's lips moved in a brief smile inside her mask. "No ! One never argues with masters or instructors, they'd probably double my demerits and give you some as well. I'll be all right."

"Wow many punishments do they have ?"

"Hundreds. Some of them are really fiendish. They have the MMA Handbook which they use, all the grisly punishments illustrated. One of the instructors left it in a training room I was cleaning up."

"They really love their work, don't they?" said Gerda tartly. "How the hell did le Compte set this up ? And doesn't anyone on the mainland suspect what is going on ?"

maria fixed the high steel collar around Gerda's neck and padlocked it at the back, effectively sealing on the mask. "Nobody is allowed near the landing dock without permission. The island is owned by Le Compte, so we are not bothered by trippers. Also it is eight miles off the coast, so we don't get any little pleasure boats nosing around in summer. On the mainland, they're led to believe that it's a sanitorium for infectious diseases so no one's too interested in exploring, even if they could."

"But this house, it seems enormous, and there's a lot of out buildings as well."

"It was built as a hotel, to cater for the very rich who wanted to get away from it all. It went bankrupt, and Le Compte bought the whole lot."

"But surely when someone leaves they might talk ?"

Despite the immediately gloomy future for her, Maria laughed.

"You still don't seem to realise that no one wants to leave ! The masters pay enormous sums to have their slaves trained here, and every slave is carefully screened and chosen by Le Compte. The instructors are dedicated to rubber and their work, and receive very high salaries. Maids like myself are accumulating money in a Swiss account, far more than I could earn outside. Single slaves, who are brought in by their master, know they will end up with a millionaire, and by then will be so well trained she will probably need him as much as he needs her. I don't know all the details, but several slaves have married their masters and left the island, prepared to continue their slavehood outside."

"Incredible !" Gerda wondered again what Le Compte had in mind for her. He had said she would become his personal slave. Fat chance ! But she was in love with him, despite his treacherous deceit in bringing her here.

"Just after I was brought here, three years ago," went on Maria, "there was a slave called Eva who was allowed to leave to marry her master. A year later he was killed in a car crash, and three months later she contacted Le Compte and asked to return to the island ! And by then she was a very rich girl. Now she is training as a Mistress, to have her own slaves. Here, fix my gag in, as tight as you can, I don't want any more demerits ! I've to take you to the slaves rest room."

With difficulty, she pushed the large wedge of rubber into her mouth, while Gerda strapped it up at the back of her helmet, pulling it tight until Maria grunted.

She followed Maria along the corridor, and this time took the plush elevator down the four floors to the ground. The maid left her outside the handsome oak doors where she had met the other slaves the day before. Maria made her customary bow, and kissed the hem of her rubber dress.

"Good luck !" whispered Gerda, watching Maria's tightly clad figure as the petite maid minced away to meet her fate on her high heels. Timidly, she entered the big rest room.

There were only two slaves in the room this time, both sitting on stools at the bar. By the names stencilled on their masks, she saw one was Yvette, who she had met the previous day. The other was called Tina, but her tight latex mask had no mouth or eye holes. From the shaped nose protruded two small breathing tubes. Yvette greeted her warmly.

"Thank god somebody's come. This dummy is working off 50 demerits, she's gagged under the mask and has to wear it for four hours, so I'm carrying on a bloody monologue. How are you feeling ?"

Gerda walked across to them, feeling the soft swish of her dress and acutely aware of the greased rod up her bottom easing in and out on its chain. Her nipples were rock hard and poking clearly into the soft rubber of her dress.

"Slightly better. I had my first whipping this morning." She found it incredible to be talking so calmly, as if discussing her first fitting for a new dress.

Yvette pulled up another stool. She was dressed lightly in a thin latex 'working suit' which looked like a black skin. She was gloved, belted and booted. Again Gerda admired her superb slim figure. "Here, take a pew and have a drink."

Gerda hesitated, eyeing the tall leather topped stool. Yvette sensed her thoughts. "Rodded-up are you ? Come on, you'll get used to it ! It'll only be a tiny training rod !"

"It doesn't feel tiny" retorted Gerda darkly, but she carefully hoisted herself onto the stool, giving a little moan as the rod was pushed fully in until its wide base was flat against her bottom, which was still smarting. In the bathroom she had seen the three narrow welts, close together, across each cheek of her rear. She wished the thin white rubber against her breasts would stop exciting her nipples. "Can we get a drink ? I need one."

Unexpectedly the other slave, Tina, stretched out a latexed arm and fumbled for a push bell at the other end of the bar. Yvette laughed heartily. "No good Tina, you have another hour to go, but you can listen to us enjoying our martini's."

From a door behind the bar a serving maid entered, heavily masked and gagged. She wore a classical French maids costume of very tight short red rubber, black latex stockings and shoes with six inch heels. She was tightly corseted so that her breasts and bottom strained through the thin dress. She wore long red latex gloves, over which were strapped on a pair of heavy black rubber mitts. She gave a short bow.

"Martini's or scotch ?" Yvette inquired. "Sandra makes good martini's."