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Number 2 While the four dominas prepared for their next victim’s indoctrination number 1 quietly closed her door, and reflected. She was bright enough to realise she was in shock. She walked across the rubber tiles to a full-length mirror and surveyed herself. She gasped at the transformation. Protruding from her dark brown skin were shiny adornments. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped in finely scrolled steel cuffs; the locks barely visible and their rubber padding gently squeezed her limbs – a permanent reminder. She raised her hand and gently turned the nose ring through its grommet. Close up she could not see the seal in the ring. It rested on her upper lip – again a permanent reminder. Her neck seemed to be slowly adjusting, her breathing was easier and she could move her head a little better as the two rubber cushions at her chin and shoulder were a bit looser. She did indeed look like a proud Nubian princess – or slave; definitely not a sophisticated and smart lawyer! Her neck was definitely raised up; she thought of four more rings there, how would she look then? Her hands went down her chest to her firm breasts. She didn’t mind the rubber bra but her poor black nipples pointing through were still sore from the piercing and the large rings. Then she felt her crotch that was still so sore, eight punctures and four rings! She couldn’t look down – her collar would not allow her to do that ever again, but in the mirror she saw, and felt, the two padlocks glinting in the light. She gently eased her finger into her pussy and tried to prise her lips apart. No, she couldn’t get at her clit but a small gap between the locks would allow her to pee and to clean herself. It was a devilish design, she admitted ruefully. She looked around at her surroundings, her goose was really cooked now and an air of resignation passed over her. The idea of escape dissipated as she pondered the cool efficiency of the four women. Who were they? Where did you find women like that? It didn’t matter now; she was a slave to her master. She tried to forget about her past life; the women were right, it was gone forever. She sat on the end of the bed, feeling the padlocks rest on her labia and the nose ring on her lip. A tear rose to her eyes, all of this because of a chance encounter, what a cruel irony. She lay down on her back, resting her collared neck and head on the firm pillow, drew the rubber sheet over herself and tried to rest. The four dominas of course had not given her any further thought, for number 2 was now to be given their full attention. Mistress Stern, lounging in the gyn/ob chair, asked Michelle for an update. “Eh bien madame, she is now adapting very well I believe. It must have been a very big shock for her. Her husband, on her wedding night no less, explains his er…fetish to her. One can understand how she rebelled, yes? She thought she knew this man, loved him and now, to play the role of rubber doll, enveloped in latex. For us, yes, it is wonderful and exciting but for her it is a shock. So for the last three months we have been adapting her through various processes, as you know, associating orgasm and sexual pleasure with latex and submissive bondage. I believe we are now, how you say, seeing the light? We continue, through fondling and clitoral stimulation, and the association of rubber bringing her many orgasms. We force rubber on her anally and orally and she sucks on it now with no resistance, and she is coming sooner with less outside stimulus. She also knows this herself; that she is becoming a live rubber doll. She is aware that once indoctrinated she will return to the man she loves and I believe that she will wish to stay with him and please him in the way he requires. I do not believe that she is faking this.” “I agree, Mistress,” said Emma, “she seems to have accepted it, sexually she is quite mature and I think although she is young, she loves her husband, warts and all.” “Good, well let us see the patient, shall we? What have you planned for her?” “More cock worship and clitoral stimulation,” Michelle said, “does Madame wish to participate?” “No my dear, I will just watch today, you seem to have it all well in hand.” “Then let us arm ourselves!” Said Michelle, “Emma, ma cherie, in your tight nurse’s skirt there is no room for a dildo, so perhaps you would take care of her pussy with your expert tongue, oui?” Emma, with an innocent English-rose smile said, “I’d be happy to.” The two others held their skirts up – Michelle in her saucy maid’s outfit and Miko in her bright red dress, and strapped on dildos, flashing frilly panties and stocking tops. The dildos poked out obscenely when the skirts were dropped. All four, with confident swagger, went to see number 2. As her door opened, number 2 was lying on her bed, but at once stood up as the four approached her. Number 2 stood expectantly, her chest rising and falling slowly. Mistress Stern admired the girls work on her, moving around her. “Good morning number 2, I understand we are making progress with you at last, you may speak.” Number 2 was dressed in an ultra-tight pink latex suit with attached feet and fingerless mittens, a single zip ran up her back to her neck. She had a voluptuous young body, firm and curvaceous, with breasts cradled in firm latex cups. Her mittens were loose enough around her hands for her to do some basic functions. There were two large reinforced holes in the suit, reinforced rubber with stud fasteners. One was located adjacent to her shaved pussy, which because of the tightness and reinforcement almost squeezed through the two-inch diameter hole in an obscene red pout. The other hole was at her arse, and in-built into the buttocks of the suit were reinforced rubber strips, which spread her cheeks so that the two-inch diameter hole nestled against her sphincter. No amount of squeezing could close her cheeks and her puckered muscle was, she knew, available for plundering! The strangest apparel however was her helmet. This was made of thick pink rubber and inflated severely over her head giving the impression of a large well-inflated football. Painted on the pink rubber was a facsimile of an old-fashioned black swim cap, two wide staring eyes with dark brows and blue irises, a small upturned baby nose and blushed cheeks. The only exposed part of the head was a two inch hole opposite her mouth, ringed in bright red rubbery lips. A small skirt of rubber lay round her neck, covering the inflator valve and locked metal collar. Her only contact with the outside world was therefore her exposed pussy (red and inflamed, and almost bursting out of its enclosure), her arse (exposed and vulnerable to attack) and her mouth, with succulent red lips and perfect teeth underneath. She licked her lips before speaking. “I’m not sure what to say..…I’ve lost track of time and I want to return to my husband. I miss him…very much.” She stammered. “So much has happened, if he wants me as his rubber doll…to play with….then, well…I suppose that is…okay by me. I’m getting used to the clothes. When I am not wearing the helmets and I can see myself then I like the way I look, they are quite flattering. I don’t know how many orgasms I have had over the weeks…or months…I don’t know who is here now but all of you are very….efficient.” She managed a nervous laugh.
“Well spoken, my dear.” Mistress Stern placed a hand on number 2’s shoulder, and spoke to her loudly to be heard through the two skins of rubber covering number 2’s head. “Your education was hard for you at first, we know, but you have been a fine pupil and have picked up many skills that will please your husband, I am sure. I am afraid you will not return immediately,” number 2 bit her lip in anguish, “but very soon. We must fine-tune your skills, so that your husband will never wish to leave you. You see, my dear, you may be the rubber doll, encased and bound but, please believe this, for nothing is truer, with your skills and voluntary subjugation, it is you that is the mistress, as he will become a prisoner to your wiles…yes really! Now how is the helmet?” “Well you know at first it was very disorienting and claustrophobic, and tight and so dark. I wasn’t used to my nose being blocked off, but slowly I’m getting used to it. I’ve had it on now for quite a while, and the pitch-blackness I am used to. I can find my way around the room quite well and Michelle feeds me, looks after me. I don’t like the bottle very much but I must eat for strength.” Michelle was always the softer one and put her arms around her protégé. “You are going to be fine ma petite fille, you are doing very well and the helmet will come off today, maybe tomorrow. But first, we must heighten your senses further, with some more training. In your helmet, without sight and poor hearing, your senses of touch and taste will heighten further. Your whole body will be more sensitive and aware. We must still expand your pretty bottom…..yes my dear, there is no argument, remember. Here I will sit on your bed behind you, so, and you will just bend over a little bit, yes?” Michelle sat on the bed and as number 2 obediently bent over, Michelle daubed lube over her exposed hole. Number 2 ooohed quietly but did not move. Silently she wiped her fingers and nodded to the others. Gently they each took an arm and lowered number 2 back onto Michelle’s exposed dildo. “Easy now, ma cherie, it is me, your friend Michelle, I would not hurt you, we do this slowly, remember, you sink into me, let me take your weight, relax now….enjoy.” Biting her lips, number 2 sank slowly onto Michelle’s black cock. At first there was a little resistance, but then, supported by Miko and Emma, the rubber dolly sank, its face inscrutable, only the red rubber lips exposed, mouth open. Shortly number 2’s buttocks rested on Michelle’s thighs and she was in, up to the hilt. “Bon, tres bon, ma cherie, it was easier this time, and it will be easier as your beautiful derriere is stretched wider and wider and gets more used to this. I can now see that you like it, yes?” Number 2’s rubber head nodded imperceptibly as Michelle widened her thighs. Number 2 balanced on them, her feet off the ground and swinging in the air either side of Michelle’s. Michelle supported number 2’s hips with both hands as Emma sat down between number 2’s legs stretched legs and expertly separated her labia and nipped her clitoris. Number 2 took in some air and opened her mouth in a gasp. Miko said, standing over Emma. “Good girl, now you will like this, dolly.” She took her balloon head between her hands and gently pulled it to her groin, her dildo jutting out. “Open wide dolly, open wide now.” Dutifully dolly leaned forward and opened her mouth wider and enveloped the rubber cock. As her nose was covered she had to breathe as well, but this was not the first time she had done this. The dominas were impressed at her ability to take it all. She took the black rubber in her mouth and breathed with ease, and took a thick rubber cock in her arse all while Emma played with her pussy. Miko held her football-sized head, and drew her cock into and out of her mouth. Michelle gently raised and lowered her onto her cock and Emma kneaded her breasts while licking and blowing her clitoris. Mistress Stern was very impressed. After three months this freethinking young bride had indeed become a rubber dolly to be taken willingly. She gurgled and mmmfed as the three women thrust, tweaked and fondled her. Soon number 2 came with a shudder, almost gagging in spasms, but they held her firmly, and then resumed. This extraordinary act went on for an hour. After countless orgasms Mistress Stern nodded and Miko withdrew, her cock slick with saliva. Number 2’s mouth was puffy, with spittle dripping out of it and down her chin. Next Emma stepped back from number 2’s enflamed labia and moist channel. They lifted her slowly off Michelle’s rubber cock, leaving it glistening with her secretions. She stood, swaying in their arms, her head hanging; they leant against her, offering comfort. “You have very well, my dear, your husband will never wish to leave such a talented and enthusiastic bride.” “Thank you, Mistress.” She said between gasping for air. Michelle tenderly wiped firstly her mouth set in the bizarre baby face; then her pussy and she gasped, almost coming again, and finally her engorged red sphincter. “Will I go home soon, please?” “Yes my dear, very soon. I will call your husband today and tell him how talented you are now and how keen you are to return to him. Perhaps at the weekend we will deliver you to him. Now you must eat before you rest, Michelle has your bottle.” “But I don’t…” “Now then, number 2.” “Oh, very well.” She sat on the bed, feeling out for it behind her, as Michelle sat next to her, and holding the balloon head pushed the large feeding bottle into her mouth. The cold mush tasted awful, but number 2 sucked hard on it, not wanting to incur the wrath of these women. “We’ll leave you here now and see you later; finish your bottle and then have a nap.” They left her like that, as she lay back on the bed, sucking the bottle held in her mittened hands. She was a strange sight to say the least – pink catsuit with cut-outs at pussy and bum, mittens, and large, inflated balloon head, with staring eyes and bathing cap painted on, while sucking on a bottle. All that she could think of was leaving here and returning to her husband. They had awakened sexual desires in her she thought she never had. At first she was stunned and horrified, but now she couldn’t understand why she should have been. She may look a bit silly, but what skills she had learned! She bore no grudges against them, she was a new woman, a rubbery doll to be fondled and abused, yet it was a skill that she would play to her advantage! Chapter Four - Number 3 As number 2 accepted her future, the four dominas returned to their playroom. Michelle and Miko helped each other remove their dildos, smiling at the saliva and anal secretions on them. As Miko washed them, Emma updated Mistress Stern on the progress of their next guest, number 3! Emma relaxed in the gyn/ob chair, slipping her heels into the stirrups and stretching her tight nurse’s tunic and exposing her panties. She licked her lips under her rubber mask, still tasting number 2’s juices, she smiled to herself, she had no intention of brushing her teeth for the moment, this was better than any mouthwash! “Yes, well number 3, our longest staying guest; it must be five months now. There seem to be no complications since the last operation, the cosmetic work to her restructured pussy and canal has healed well and looks perfect. Physically at least she is now whole, and I think we all agree, a very attractive young woman. The advanced hormone treatment and the electrolysis and all the skin lotions have softened her features immensely.” “Good, and her mental state?” “Well, that is coming along, but it will take longer and we, and our client, knew this. Obviously she was initially traumatised. Look at it – married to a beautiful, powerful woman, and rich to boot, he’s basically a kept man, and then he decides to have a little, or a lot, on the side. Life is great until she finds out and decides on a truly brilliant revenge. She could divorce him but that would be messy, she enjoys her privacy and perhaps, bizarrely, she even still loves him. Hetero sex is not hugely important to her, but a bonding with another is. Since her time at her private girl’s school she has not been averse to a bit of Sapphic love. Then there is the power thing, the power to change, control forever her lover. So the forced sex change of her husband was, for her anyway, the perfect answer. The Lothario emasculated and no more wandering off.” “She has taken care of all the legalities, it’s all above board, or it seems to be. He has legally changed sex and he, Robert is now she, Roberta. She has chosen to move to a new area, she never had many friends and their parents are dead, that’s why she has the money, so they start a new life, no one is the wiser. Roberta will be offered the choice, to stay with her in relative comfort as her lover or maid or sisterly confidant, or make his own way in the world, which he has never done before. He’s a nice enough fellow but has tended to rely on his pretty, androgynous looks to get him around. I am sure he will return to her, it is a comfortable life, if a strange one; and I think she will have a few plans for him.” “Structurally he is now a woman, but there is still some trauma there. He was abducted by three rubber clad women – maybe a little exciting at first – but then being strapped to a gurney surrounded by latex nurses, robed, gloved and masked, hospital lights and all those sharp instruments; that was a bit tough. Then the recovery and slow realisation that this is not a game, and he has been permanently, irrevocably changed – the breasts, the hair removal, the cosmetic surgery to his face, and of course most important the removal of his sexual organs and restructuring him with those of a woman. Gradually all these have been assimilated; we no longer have to keep him in bondage, for he, or I should say she, is much calmer and less angry or violent. She is resigned. She is beginning to take an interest in her new body, we are getting her to do her own make-up, nails and so forth and it is working – she is not too bad at it. The deportment exercises are coming along well, as you know we had to initially whip her and prod her into submission but now she sits quite femininely and her walk and her mannerisms are more lady like. But she is still thinking about it and we have to get her to do it naturally - to forget she was ever a man and believe she is a woman. The surgery on her voice box has been a huge help, she now has a light, gentle voice which at first freaked her out but now when she speaks it is a constant reminder of who she has become, and will be for the rest of her life.” Emma took a breath, it had been a long speech but the others had nodded in approval. “So, all is going well now on the transformation front. There is of course the parallel training, the rubber indoctrination, and I think this is going well too. Obviously the sexual changes are a shock so the rubber immersion is almost going unnoticed. Relative to what has happened to her this is almost a minor inconvenience! So we are getting her used to all the joys of latex feminisation – panties, bra’s, stockings, corsets – her diet by the way has helped enormously with her figure training, her waist when corseted is now down to 26 inches, really excellent. The hoods and masks will come later as we must get her familiar with her new face, make up, hair and so forth. Well, that’s the report, all going well, slow but sure, in another month we will have truly transformed Roberta, a rubber Roberta!” They all laughed at poor Robert’s story and left the room and went to cell 3. They entered and found Roberta sitting in a low chair, thumbing through a fetish magazine. The dominas, still masked and dressed in their rubber spread throughout the room, confident in their power. “Good morning, number 3, or Roberta as I should say.” “Morning.” She placed the magazine on the table; her voice was light and she seemed quite calm, resigned even, though her eyes betrayed her inner thoughts – a life ended and a new one created. “First of all, a medical report, please, how are you? Do you have any soreness, pain?” Roberta thought for a moment, looking down at her breasts. “No, no pain any more. My breasts and nipples are sensitive but not sore. Everything, from your viewpoint, is I suppose going well.” “Now then Roberta, don’t pout, look at you, you are very attractive indeed in your pretty yellow dress – nice long sleeves, frills at your neck and wrists here and matching stockings too. You have a fine fashion sense already. Now stand up and come here. I need to do an examination.” Roberta stood reluctantly and approached Mistress Stern nervously and flinched when touched gently by her. “No more operations Roberta, you are a real woman now – in and out, but I need to see if everything has healed well and is in place, so you know where to go, off to the gyn/ob chair with you.” She knew better than to run for it. They’d told her to wear high heels all day to get used to them and where was she going anyway? Carefully she walked out the room; small steps, head high, a slight turn of the hips. She was tall and slim and under the dress her corset nipped her waist nicely. The others followed, nodding approvingly to each other. Mistress Stern spoke for them all. “Excellent, my dear. You have come along in leaps.” Roberta could feel the dampness in her panties and between her breasts; the rubber did not allow her skin to breathe; yet strangely she found herself almost blushing under their scrutiny. “Before you sit, you must loosen the dress. I need to examine your breasts as well.” Roberta almost shyly reached up and unzipped her dress down to her bottom, then covered her child-like breasts with her hands. The dominas smiled at her shyness. Roberta sat back in the gyn/ob chair and placed her feet in the stirrups. She looked nervous and exposed. “Don’t be nervous Roberta, or shy; we are all girls here, and remember we have seen these before.” Mistress Stern took each breast in a hand and examined them; Roberta averting her gaze. “These are coming on very well, small but firm and well proportioned. The hormones are doing wonders; your nipples are bigger and rosier. Still a little sensitive?” Roberta nodded. “Soon, maybe today or tomorrow we will have you wearing a bra permanently. We did not want to limit your growth until you were well formed. Now pull your dress up I am going to examine you down here.” Obediently Roberta raised herself and Mistress Stern helped her as she wriggled out of her white panties, exposing her newly constructed vagina. Mistress Stern leant over as Roberta held her skirt to her chest and gently opened Roberta’s labia. “Excellent, fully healed, a very pretty pussy I think, how are you passing urine?” “Fine, fine, no problem, thank you,” she replied a little embarrassed, “but how will I get, er….will I get any pleasure?” Mistress Stern stood up and helped her pull up her panties, tightly so her slit showed through the rubber. “Well my dear I’m afraid you will not get a great amount of pleasure. You do not have a bud, a clitoris to be played with. Now of course you have nerve endings inside and on your lips so with sufficient stimulation you should be able to derive some pleasure. If the cock is big enough, and the owner expert enough, then you will get some enjoyment, but you shall know more no doubt in the future. Roberta, you will be able however to give it – you are a hole, well, three holes, which will all provide enjoyment to others. But look on the bright side, no PMS and no menstruation, now that is a big bonus.” Roberta leant forward and Miko helped her zip up. Roberta held her hand to her crotch and looked at them all, a pained expression on her face. “So I am just a screwing machine, a vessel, a plaything?” “Don’t complain Roberta, you were that before, although you gained it as well as gave it. Your wife has her lesbian tendencies, she could have dumped you, put you back where you belonged, and frankly if you want to you can leave her at any time. But she has offered you the opportunity of staying – on her terms of course. So you will be her lover, sex slave, sister, her maid even. It’s up to you both what you make of it. There will be rubber and submission, yes, but you wouldn’t have to fend for yourself in the big world out there. You will be on hormones and the occasional hair removal treatment, and that is about all. You will be a well-to-do young woman, an attractive one I may add. Raise your skirt, now look in the mirror there, tall slim legs, firm well-formed buttocks and a pair of breasts that are improving by the day. They must be 33 or 34 inches already. You have the ability to look ravishing, you even have small hands and feet, and your waist is now down to 26 inches with the corset. Your blonde hair needs some shaping, maybe Michelle can do that for you later, all you need is some skin cleanser, lotion, eye liner, lipstick and new lashes and of course some nail varnish – I’m glad to see your nails are looked after, otherwise you would be in mittens for the duration - and some ear rings and voila, you’d pass muster at any fashion show!” Oh God, he thought, this will be the rest of my life now, as he stared into the mirror and didn’t recognise himself, or at least his former self. I must stop thinking of myself as a man! That is over now. He touched his breasts, oh, they were real, and between his legs, no one would ever detect he was a man before. Maybe he could get some pleasure out of his, her, new life. He is a she now, remember it! Roberta would return to his former wife and all her plans – whatever they were! “Can I go to my room now? Perhaps Michelle could help me with my hair and make up and….whatever?” They smiled at her and all thought, and knew, the same, that she had been broken – transformed, resigned and now accepting. Now was the time to encourage her and give her some pride. So the next three weeks or so would be rubber immersion and acceptance. Mistress Stern nodded and Roberta, wobbling a little still on her heels but doing fairly well, returned to her room, aware of their stares. But she would have to get used to the stares, as all women must do! She sat in the chair opposite the mirror, aware of the damp clamminess of her panties. Michelle came behind her and rested her hands on her shoulders, looking through her mask at her in the mirror. “A nice simple cut, yes? We will take it across the brow and straight down to the neck and covering your ears but leaving enough to show off your ear rings - a cute page boy.” Roberta nodded and Michelle went to work quickly. Within 20 minutes she was done, as promised – a very cute blonde page boy. She vacuumed away the hair and then leaned over and whispered. “And now to make you really beautiful, oui? Now lean back for we have eyes and skin and pouting mouth to work on. A week from now you will be doing all this on your own.” Michelle worked on her, describing what she was doing and explaining what was best for her complexion. She was very flattering of Roberta, who was now under her spell and fully relaxed. There was a time when she would have flirted with this sexy French maid, masked as she was, but maybe the hormones or chromosomes or whatever were turning her, for she simply concentrated on the advice now. As each hour of her new life went by, she changed bit by bit, to accept and eventually embrace her fate – her future. “You may look now, pretty one.” Staring in the mirror, Roberta could hardly believe her eyes. Pretty, even coquettish, blonde hair in a fine page boy, dark scarlet lips and a clear complexion, light blue eye shadow and darker lashes, she could not even recognise her former self; her transformation was complete. She was actually sexy, alluring. “Thank you Michelle.” She pecked her cheek; all her feminine ways were coming more naturally now. “We have nothing more to do today Roberta, just relax and enjoy your new self, tomorrow we have more deportment. But my dear you look so wonderful now!” Michelle left and Roberta examined herself in the full length mirror. She was cute – no doubt about it. She felt her breasts, and between her legs and it did not feel strange any more really. She even quite liked the rubber clothes that clung to her and flattered her new body. She wanted to return to her wife (?). Maybe there would be some kind of sexual chemistry there, maybe not. But at least she had a new lease on life, a very different life, but it could be worse, and the desperation of the past gave way to hope for the future.
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