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Gerda stirred in her bondage. laura gently rubbed her gloved hands over Gerda's masked face.

"Softly now, dear lovely Gerda, there's nothing to worry about. It's me, Laura, you're safe now !"

Gerda groaned, her arms pulling uselessly against the straps.

"Laura ? You're not... my friend. My .... executioner.

Laura bent down, feeling the skin tight leather creak protestingly against the latex undersuit. "Yes, my lovely Gerda, I am your friend, I want to hear about your troubles, I want to listen to you. Tell me your thoughts !"

Gerda stirred uneasily, her mind clouded by the drug, her sub-conscious fighting it's own battle.

"....Difficult, Laura....'cos I'm married now to Guy....lovely Guy....no...real problems, but I need to be....in rubber....feel secure...y'understand ?"

This is crapsville, thought Laura, and rang for the serving maid. "Put the machine on her, but very gently, and turn on the tape recorder. I think I may get something interesting."

She leant down beside Gerda's masked head, as the maid applied the machine to her crotch. "You're right, Gerda, we have to be in rubber and latex and feel that gorgeous sensation of being totally enclosed in it. I'm completely covered in it, tight and smooth, wouldn't you like to feel me ?"

"....yes....yes, but you're Laura, my mistress...it's not permitted...."

Laura let her hands run over the rubbered breasts of her victim. "I can permit it, slave, but only if you truly love me. You really do love your Mistress Laura, don't you ? As much as guy is your Master ?

The Machine was starting to have its' inevitable effects on Gerda's composure. In her bemused state, her hips began writhing against the bonds as the vibrations flowed sensuously through her.

"No...yes !...I fear and need your punishments, Mistress Laura.... but it would not be proper to touch you..."

"But supposing I allowed it ? Supposing I ordered it ? Let us suppose you were giver the choice of going down on me and giving me pleasure, or suffering four hundred strokes of the whip ?"

She leant closer to hear Gerda's reply.

"Lovely, dear Mistress Laura, four hundred beautiful strokes while I am going down on you in your sinister black rubber storm-trooper breeches..."

Laura choked back an angry reply. "No, dear Gerda, I would only whip you if you refused to go down. But you wouldn't refuse, wouldn't you? You know that's what you really want to do, isn't it ?"

Gerda was floating in a dream world, writhing getly on her Rod, hardly aware of the sweat streaming down under her hot wet suit or the restraining straps. The sinister combination of the drug and the machine was breaking down all resistance, but a small part of her mind tried to hold out against her tormentor."....don't...mustn't...go down...to you.. only Guy, dear, lovely Master... please..."

Laura's white teeth gleamed wickedly through her mask. She took hold of the Machine and signalled the serving maid to leave the room.. When they were alone she turned up the power setting slightly and re-applied it to Gerda's nipples until the were rigidly erect, and then to the base of her Rod.

Gerda shuddered as the vibrations seemed to connect directly to her spine, all coherent thought gone, only aware of the intense sexual pleasure and masochistic cloud enveloping her whole being. Vaguely she opened her eyes and saw the tightly leathered figure of her Mistress looming over her. She cried out weakly, then her eyes closed and she knew only a wonderful and desperate longing to be punished by this beautiful woman, to serve her and to accept pain and torture at her hands.

"Tell me" urged Laura in a gentle voice, "Tell me what you feel, Gerda, I'm your Mistress and also your lover. Tell me !"

Gerda's will had vanished, she was floating again on the verge of a vast pleasure, her mind grovelling and her body screaming for pain and humiliation. She spoke in a low sing song voice, the tape recorder devouring every word.

"Laura...my adored Mistress...the Executioner, my sadistic and merciless Mistress...yes, I want to serve you, I want to be hurt and tortured by you...be made to serve you humbly and to be horribly punished by your black gloved hands....I long for your whip lashing across my arse...and feel the agony as you attach nipple clamps and screw them tighter and tighter..."

The Executioner's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She returned the Machine to Gerda's rubber covered crotch and the slave gave a long keening moan of ecstasy. "And you'll serve me, slave Gerda, you'll do anything your Mistress orders ? Anything at all ?"

"Yes ! Yes, sweet Mistress !" it was almost a shout. "I want to be locked in the adoration breeches and give you pleasure in your cruel rubber and leather. I want to mercilessly dressed in the most heavy and humiliating costumes and be padlocked into them and made to grovel at your feet and serve you...anything... anything .."

At last ! Laura thought happily. At last I've broken you down and we know the truth. What a good little slave you will become. And how you are going to suffer ! Aloud she ordered "Now take a pleasure !"

Dimly Gerda heard the command, and within seconds a huge explosion tidal wave wracked her body as she strained and screamed through a massive orgasm until she sank softly into blessed oblivion.

Gerda stirred luxuriously and opened her eyes to find Maria bending over her. She realised she was lying on her own bed. She sat up, fully awake now, her thin suit clinging wetly and pleasantly to her body.

"Are you feeling all right, Mistress ? Two instructors brought you in a few minutes ago. You were dead to the world !"

"I'm fine, I think ! At least that damn drug has no after effects. I don't remember what happened after that cow injected me, but somewhere along the line I took a helluva pleasure. My suit's soaking wet !"

Maria asked anxiously, "You sure you're all right ? Your orders for the final exams have arrived . You'll get one session each day, all other training is suspended. You are to report for the first this evening. And you must start learning the Slave Oath by heart, I've got a copy here. When you pass the exams you will need it to swear your allegiance."

Gerda saw by the clock on the wall that it was still early afternoon. Suddenly she felt wonderful. However severe the tests would be, she was determined to pass them with flying colours and be a credit to her Master - now her husband as well !

"Run me a bath, Maria, then maybe I will give you a little whipping to pass the afternoon. After all my training, I can't believe these tests will be all that terrible !"

Maria curtseyed and left to prepare a bath, the troubled look on her face hidden by her maids mask.

She knew all too well the awesome severity of the final exams, and the great number of slaves who failed them by pleading for mercy.