Slave in rubber | Gerda's story 43 | free bondage stories

Gerda felt amazingly happy as she strode along the corridor, the long latex cape swishing sexily, her arms pinioned horribly tightly behind her and further encased in the white rubber jacket. With every step she could feel her rod and dildo move inside her, the grease heightening the sexual arousal, fucking her every inch of the way. If this is a severe punishment, she thought, hell must be overcrowded.

She reported to the main punishment room, barely conscious of her surroundings, distracted by the feelings of her tortured, aroused body. She registered the presence of the Executioner, two Instructors, two serving maids and the Doctor. Her heart lurched as she saw Laura dressed in full rubber operating whites. Her face was concealed by a white latex hood, with a hole on the back to allow long blonde hair to cascade down in a ponytail.

The Doctor came across. "I examined you a few days ago Gerda, and you're in fine shape. But how have you been since ? Any sign of a cold or a temperature ? Is you're outfit reasonably comfortable ? Can you breathe easily ?"

Gerda almost laughed at the Doctor's concern, but carefully mouthed through the heavy helmet "I'm fine, doc, apart from my face being dislocated, but no problems !" He nodded unhappily, then signalled to the Executioner. She came forward slowly, insolently, delighting in her power and the tortures she was about to inflict on her favourite slave. With difficulty she pulled up Gerda's short rubber jacket until the steel belt was revealed, then took a key similar to the one Maria had used, and slowly tightened the iron belt another inch until Gerda was gasping.

"I knew that wretched maid of yours wouldn't have tightened it enough ! Fifty demerits, Maria !" She undid the key and pulled down the jacket. "Now I am going to insert a thin, very soft, tube into your mouth through that small hole, and you're going to swallow it. Don't jerk away ! It's done every day in hospitals. You'll choke a little on the first inch or two, but it's greased with oil and you'll find it easy to take down. You'll swallow all of it until the gag attached to the other end comes into your mouth. Understand ?"

Miserable now, Gerda whispered her acceptance. next moment she felt the tube in her mouth and Laura's rubber gloved hands pushing it firmly down her throat.

She managed to swallow several inches before she suddenly choked and wanted to vomit. Laura paused until Gerda recovered, then nodded with sadistic satisfaction, as Gerda slowly swallowed the remainder of the tube, all eighteen inches of it. The end of the tube was a rubber bung which fitted tightly into the small hole of the helmet, leaving an inch of tubing outside.

"Good, slave Gerda," murmured the Executioner, "Now we can give you anything and there is no way you can resist. How would you like a half a bottle of strong laxative ?"

Gerda flinched, realising now how helpless she was. But the tube down her throat now no longer bothered her, and her pinioned arms had gone pleasantly numb. Suddenly she realised two long pipes were being attached to her nostril tubes. Frantically she breathed in deeply, realising her mouth was now stoppered. Through her limited vision, she saw a maid holding the ends of the two metre tubes upright, but it still required long deep breathes to obtain air.

Next moment her sight was blotted out as a thick leather blindfold was strapped over her eyes, and she felt herself being guided across the large room. The movement excited her grease pants again, giving a renewed thrill of sexual confidence.

Laura nodded to one of the Instructors to proceed. Her heart was racing with anticipation and she strained against the viciously laced leather and steel corset she was wearing over the heavy black latex undersuit, hidden under her rubber operating 'whites'.

After fitting the blindfold, the Instructor took a wide iron collar and secured it around Gerda's neck, padlocking it into position. because of the collars underneath, it fitted extremely tightly. He pulled down a double strand of chains from the overhead gantry and hooked the attached S-rings through two small iron hoops on each side of the collar. Then he crossed to a small winch and started to raise the chains.

Laura watched as they tightened, gradually drawing slave Gerda;s neck higher until she was struggling on the tips of her booted toes. She signalled to the Instructor to stop. Slowly she walked over to the slave, savouring every agonised movement of the girl as she tried to keep high on her toes.

Meanwhile the other Instructor brought across a wheeled trolley on which were three large cylinders. He took the two breathing tubes from the maid and plugged them into one of the cylinders. He turned it on and there was a hiss of gas.

Laura nodded her satisfaction, then dismissed everyone. "No. 5 and Mirenska, you wait outside in case I need you. You other two can go off duty. Doctor, I thank you, but I think my slave is in good health. I'll be sure to follow you're advice. Well, perhaps !"

A minute later the room was empty except for Gerda and the Executioner. Laura stood behind her slave and gently caressed the firm breasts so tightly and thickly rubbered. "Now I have you, slave Gerda, all to myself, and officially too ! You may be interested to know that my task tonight is to do anything, absolutely anything, to find a weakness in you which might cause tomorrows' ceremony to be postponed."

Gerda was fighting a loosing battle. Despite the fact that she was hanging on a steel band locked tightly around her neck, the thick collars of the other suits prevented it from cutting into her, and she was able to take most of her weight on her toes. She had overcome her horror at being helplessly unarmed, and had even managed to activate her grease by swinging slightly on her feet.

But with the connection of her breathing tubes to the cylinder of pure oxygen her resolutions were crumbling. Like a shot of adrenaline, her mind was now crystal clear and she felt on top of the world. In her black darkness she could barely remember where she was, and her masochism was crying out to be satisfied. The touch of Laura's hands across her rubbered breasts was like a delicious electric shock.

"Oh yes, my divine Mistress," she choked through the helmet, the thick bung and thin tube muffling her words, "Do anything, anything you want, because there is no way I can resist. Please whip me ! Please whip me hard !"

It took Laura by surprise. She pressed her body against the helpless slave, excited by the long breathing tubes leading to the cylinder on the stand. She pushed her hand against Gerda's rod and dildo, forcing them in, and hearing the slave moan in ecstasy. She stood back, close to a pleasure herself, not certain whether to be furious or glad at Gerda's reactions, then crossed to a table and picked up a large glass bottle warming in a pan.

"I think a large dose of Castor Oil is what you need, slave Gerda, it's nice and hot, which makes it act faster !" She picked up a right angled rubber filler and came back to her slave, uncorked the end of the breathing tube and fitted on the filler. Then she slowly poured in half of the bottle into it, knowing it was pouring slowly into her slave's stomach. "There !" she said viciously, "I wonder how you will feel in an hour !"

She had forgotten Gerda had been breathing pure oxygen, making her mind clear and fresh and screaming for punishment. Gerda lowered her heels, bringing most of her weight onto her collar, slowly strangling herself and adding to her excitement. Apart from a slight sensation of the tube thickening, she had no idea what Laura had done to her.

"Whip me, Mistress Laura, whip me !" she begged through the tight helmet, "I want to suffer at hour hands, to feel your cruelty. Please....!"

Now conversely excited by her slave's performance, Laura hurried over to the wall and took down a short thick riding crop. She aimed at Gerda's tightly clad bottom pushing out underneath the jacket, and just above the faint outline of the base of the rod. She brought the whip across the buttocks with the full force of her arm. There was a satisfying THWACK and the slave arched forward and nearly lost her balance.

Then Gerda was back on her toes and deliberately arching her bottom outwards to receive the next stroke. "Wonderful, Madam Laura," she mouthed, "But harder. Remember that I have on three thicknesses."

"Very well, slave. I am now buttoning on my whipping coat. I am going to whip you very severely."

Fifty lashes later Gerda was moaning in ecstasy and babbling, her muted voice through the heavy rubber helmet demanding harder strokes. In disgust she threw down the whip, her arms aching. In a sadistic rage she crossed over to the cylinders, then switched the tubes over to ordinary compressed air, and then slowly screwed down the valve.

In a few seconds Gerda realised her air supply was limited. Within a minute she was swinging helplessly on her chains, desperately trying to breathe enough air to live. Her tightly bound arms were useless lumps of flesh, the iron collar adding to the restriction of her breathing. But as she struggled she was still aware of the grease macking sexily inside her waterproof pants, and hopefully waited for the delicious pain of the whip again.

Then she was breathing easily, and she heard the Executioner in front of her.

"I am going to go now to change, wretched slave. I will dress in a very tight and restrictive costume which will make me feel enormously sadistic, because you are here tonight to suffer anything which pleases me. I'm going to winch you up a little higher, so that you are really up on your toes. meanwhile I think you should have a nice large Brandy. You won't savour it, of course, as it'll run straight down into your stomach, but it may make you tipsy and help along the Castor Oil !"

Gerda was hardly aware of Laura's words. She was feeling unpleasant pains in her stomach, but she attributed them to the horrendously tight belt compressing her waist. She was aware of a liquid being poured down the tubes, and she vaguely smelled the brandy. What a waste of good brandy, she thought.

Then she heard the winch clinking and her steel collar cut tightly into her suits, making her strain up on her toes to ease the pressure. She heard Laura leave the room and order a serving maid to watch over her.