Of course, I still had no idea what she was rambling on about, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I found out. What was obvious was that we were going to be used as part of an exercise to promote a new product line, and the news that Carmen owned, or part-owned, a company that manufactured fetish gear explained why she was willing to go to so much trouble to stage events like the one tonight and why she was so 'in' at the club we had visited. She was a one-woman marketing campaign, except that tonight she had extended her marketing department by three, or so it seemed.
My mask was quickly removed, but I knew better than to try to speak without being told to, so I stood quietly while Carmen began stripping me of everything else I had arrived in. As ever, given the amount of lacing and buckling that was used in getting me into this sort of outfit, it was not a quick process, but she seemed unhurried and her hooded companion - was he a slave or a master, I wondered? - remained almost as immobile as a statue, only the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest indicating he was a living, breathing creature.
Eventually Carmen's patience and diligence were rewarded and I stood before her naked, pressing my thighs together in an effort to prevent the rubber dildo from sliding out of me, and not wanting to remove it myself without her say so. I saw her smirk, and understood that her leaving the invading shaft inside me until last was a deliberate move to add to my humiliation and to emphasise my situation as her slave. Having made the point, she then relented.
'You can take the cock out now, Teenie,' she told me. 'We've got something much better than that for you, anyway. My, but you still seem to be very wet!'
As ever, I thought, but I reached down and collected the slippery rubber phallus as it slid out of me. I held it uncertainly, not sure of what I should do with it. Carmen solved this dilemma, but I can't say I found her solution quite to my liking.
'Suck it,' she instructed. 'Go on, put it in your pretty mouth and taste yourself, you randy little dolly bitch.'
I hesitated, but only for the space of two heartbeats, for I had seen the rack against the wall whilst being stripped and noted the selection of straps, canes, tawses and crops that hung from it. Not that I thought Carmen would use any of the implements too harshly, for this wasn't the Hacklebury house and she was no Megan Crowthorne, but at the moment I was naked, and without a protective layer of rubber, I could imagine how much my bottom would sting from even a light application of any one of those weapons of punishment. I swallowed hard and raised the tip of the dildo to my lips, gently inserting it at first and then taking half its length. I could taste myself, but it wasn't as bad as I expected, and if I could use my tongue and lips on another female's most intimate parts, what was the difference if I sucked my own juices off a length of inanimate rubber?
Satisfied she had established the proper control over me, Carmen was now anxious to get on and she quickly took the dildo from me, tossing it onto a shelf running above the whip and cane rack. I waited as she stooped to open a box that stood on a stool in the corner, and I smelled the unmistakable odour of new rubber as she drew out a pale bundle I knew could only be latex. I saw also that there was some sort of hair, a wig, within the bundle, and caught a glimpse of a staring blue eye as she began shaking out the garment.
'Now then, Teenie dolly slave,' she said when she was holding up what turned out to be a pink cat suit, 'this is your dolly outfit, but you'll see the idea better once we have it on you, so I won't bother explaining just yet.'
I thought there was something ominous in both her words and her tone and I was soon to discover just how right I was.
The first thing I noticed as my right leg was powdered and guided into the suit was that the foot section was formed in perfect anatomical detail, with a little tubular section to accept every toe individually, and that on the outside, these rubber toes were finished with red painted toenails. Once the rubber was in place and smoothed out evenly, there was hardly any difference between this foot and my own, now sheathed inside it, save the thickness of the latex, and I noticed it felt slightly denser than that used in the black suit I had recently been wearing.
Whilst still engrossed in admiring the craftsmanship that had gone into the manufacturing process, my other leg was similarly treated, and having drawn the suit up above my knees, Carmen set about pulling it up even further. For the first time I saw and felt the one feature she had been cunningly contriving to prevent me from noticing, and my eyes opened wide in astonishment when I saw the thickness of the dildo I was expected to accommodate.
'You won't get that inside me,' I wailed, but Carmen wasn't about to accept either my word or ultimate defeat.
'Nonsense!' she exclaimed, and a hand delved down between my thighs. 'See,' she said, 'you're still nice and wet and just a little extra persuasion...' She stopped speaking as her fingers found my clitoris, still swollen from earlier and yet still able to respond even more to this intimate contact. I groaned, but she was clearly not intending to bring me to an orgasm.
'Steady, girlie doll,' she whispered. 'Let's take our time over this, shall we? We just need these muscles nicely relaxed and this pretty little cunt as lubricated as we can manage. Ah yes, that's starting to feel better already.'
I began swaying and had to reach out to grasp her shoulder in order not to topple over. At this, the previously immobile Hector sprang forward and grasped me by the upper arms, steadying me in a powerful grip, but I hardly felt his fingers. I was more concerned with the monstrous phallus that was now pushing its way inside me, or rather, that was being pushed inside me by Carmen. I gasped and moaned and was sure it wasn't going to fit, but to my amazement my muscles began to stretch incredibly, and after just a few seconds the whole thing was inside, leaving me with a feeling of being completely stuffed, yet at the same time by an invader that felt surprisingly soft and yielding. Carmen tugged the suit up tightly about my waist and drew the rear zip up the first few inches to keep the shaft in place, and then she stooped down in front of me and reached between my rubber-clad thighs.
I felt a curious sensation of movement within me, but movement that was in some way distanced, and then she straightened up again and I saw she was holding a more life-sized pink penis in her right hand.
'Just need that to provide a little stiffening,' she explained.
I looked at her blankly.
'To fit your new pussy cunt,' she said, smiling. 'What you've now got inside you is an artificial rubber vagina, a soft rubber lining about half an inch or so thick, but with a membrane in it that also acts as a barrier to a lot of sensation. There's also a shaped piece that covers your clitty.'
'But why?' I asked naively, peering down at the rather overly developed looking sex lips that now protruded from between the tops of my thighs. Apart from their unnatural size, they looked horribly realistic and there was even a little triangle of dark blonde hair immediately above them.
'Why?' Carmen echoed my question. 'Well, because we're making you into a proper sex dolly, Teenie, and sex dollies don't get any fun out of being sex dollies, do they? They're just dollies, aren't they?'
'That's gross!' I gasped, understanding now what she meant, but she simply giggled and grasped my arm, which she proceeded to dust with talcum powder. A few minutes later, when both had been guided into arm-gloves and she was drawing the rubber up over my shoulders, I saw she had taken the 'no fun' bit to even greater extremes, for my breasts now snuggled within foam padded cones of a rubber that was quite rigid, and although these outer breasts were tipped with huge nipples, my own smaller ones would feel very little when touched.
'Face time, dolly,' Carmen announced.
For a second or two I contemplated trying to stop this, but I guessed any complaint from me would probably only be regarded as an extension of the game, and that even if I did manage to convince my temporary mistress I had changed my mind, she wasn't likely to release me now. No, she had made up her mind and she was going to play out her little drama whatever I thought about it.
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sp; The head of the suit was drawn up and over my own, and I had a brief glimpse of a moulded interior into which my features were to fit. I also saw the gag there, but it was so close to my eyes I could not focus on it properly, and so the surprise, when it came, was complete.
'Open wide, dolly,' Carmen instructed.
I took a deep breath and obliged. After all, I reasoned, she would get the gag in my mouth one way or the other, and the other might prove to be somewhat painful. A moment later she was pushing the thing between my teeth and I almost gagged at its diameter. It also felt hard and unyielding, and what was more, I could still draw air in through my mouth even though my jaw was distended far beyond my ability to talk.
I felt the back of the mask being zipped closed and the hair brushed back into place, hiding the closure efficiently, and then Carmen decided it was time to show me exactly what she had done to me. She stepped across the room, to what I had assumed was a curtain, though why it had been hung halfway along the side wall was anyone's guess. My guess was that it probably covered the doorway to an adjoining cell. I couldn't have been more wrong, because as she drew it aside I had just enough time to register that it had been covering a large mirror before I saw my reflection. Had I been able to, I would have screamed. As it was, I let out a throaty howl of horror.
Facing me was a parody of one of those blow-up sex dolls that can nowadays been seen or found in a myriad sex shops throughout the country, or ordered from any one of fifty mail order companies. If you've ever seen one, then you will know they are mostly made to be crudely functional rather than overly authentic.
In the case of the rubber doll I had been used to 'inflate', the detail was a lot more realistic, but the crude functionality was all the more obvious because of that. The tall doll creature was proportioned well and the eyes that looked back at me looked quite real, save for their inability to blink, but the gaping sex between its thighs was all too obvious, and the mouth - my mouth inside - was forced into a permanently rounded 'O' shape, and because there was some sort of rigid reinforcement in the tube that kept my jaw wide open, I was powerless to do anything about it.
Carmen had produced her first doll of the night, and as I stood there, rigid with shock, I knew only too well that she had not done so merely for artistic effect. That rubber vagina and that inviting mouth were going to be used for the purpose for which they had been so artfully designed. I wondered whether Anne-Marie and Andrea were going to be subjected to the same treatment - whether indeed they already had been - and wondered also just how my former mistress would react to being not only a submissive, but one who just like me had been reduced to the status and appearance of a basic sex toy.
5.
'Mistress? Mistress! Are you all right?'
I opened my eyes and nodded, seeing first Indira's worried face close to my own and then the black-garbed form of Mandy, still standing where I last remembered. I groaned inwardly and laid a reassuring hand on Indira's shoulder. The sudden switches in time were hard enough to contend with, but now I also had to cope with a just as sudden switch in roles. From pink rubber sex doll to stern teacher and mistress in the blink of an eye, more or less. 'Yes, I'm fine,' I muttered.
Indira did not look convinced. She grasped my arm and turned me away from our 'pupil', drawing me towards the furthest corner of the room. 'Did you go back again?' she hissed, her mouth close to my ear.
I nodded. 'Yes,' I whispered. 'Yes, I went back, or rather forward.'
'For how long this time?' she asked.
I frowned. 'Not long,' I answered, trying to calculate how long it had taken Carmen to complete my transformation. 'An hour, maybe just a bit more, but not much.'
'You looked... empty... your eyes, but only for a few moments.'
'I know,' I said. 'The time I spend in either place doesn't seem to have any relationship to the time I'm away, if you know what I mean. Last time I was away from here for nearly a month, but that was only hours in my own time. This time, I've apparently come straight back to where I was, and that was about an hour or so in nineteen seventy-five. Don't ask me to explain it, though.'
'No.' She patted my arm. 'No, and besides, we have work to do here, if you are feeling well enough?'
'I feel fine,' I assured her. 'The feeling of displacement only lasts a few seconds.' I looked down at myself and at the emerald-green dress. 'Perhaps I should change into something more suitable,' I said, smiling.
Indira grinned, flashing her brilliant teeth at me. 'I think perhaps I should be the one,' she said in a tone that made me realise she had already decided. 'Perhaps I should be Molly's mistress and you should watch and instruct if I do not do it correctly.'
'You want to pay her back for what she said to you,' I replied. 'That may not be such a good idea. We don't want to really hurt her, after all.'
'Oh, I shan't hurt her.' She chuckled darkly. 'At least not her pale pink skin. No, if I am right in understanding the things you have explained to me, it is her spirit that needs to be disciplined.'
'And you reckon you're the girl to do that?'
She nodded, perhaps a shade too enthusiastically. 'Indeed,' she assured me. 'Besides, you will oversee and you will tell me if I become perhaps a little too energetic. And now, should I find something more suitable to wear whilst I deliver my first lesson?'
Twenty minutes later, having left Molly sitting on a stool to which she had to be helped due to the fact that her new boots prevented her bending her knees even far enough to reach the high seat, we returned from the adjoining room, me still in my original gown, but Indira now looking like something straight out of a twentieth century fetish fashion magazine.
Our bookmaker-come-leatherwear worker had done us proud in the intervening weeks, and I suspected when all this was over, if he had any business sense and remembered all the design ideas I had suggested to him, he might go on to become the founding father of quite an empire of alternative fashion. I remembered the trunks in Amelia's loft and wondered what would become of everything we were collecting here in the old mill house. Was there perhaps somewhere in the twentieth century a hidden horde of boxed bondage and discipline equipment that had lain undiscovered for a century or more?
I shook my head and concentrated on the present - or the past, if you prefer - and Indira, who had adapted to walking in the ridiculously high-heeled platform boots I had selected for her, and whose waist compressed easily into the matching white corset. With long white leather gloves on her arms and a white studded leather choker about her neck, the contrast between her outfit and her skin was stunning. Even Molly seemed impressed, though her initial expression soon gave way to one of concern when she realised she was now to be at Indira's mercy.
'Quiet,' I snapped when she began to protest. 'Slaves who speak out of turn will be gagged. Besides, you already know she won't really hurt you.'
'Just a little encouragement,' Indira smirked. In her hand she carried a short leather switch, which she flicked through the air now, smiling as Molly started visibly. 'Now,' she said, stepping behind her intended victim, 'let's have you back on your feet.' She grasped Molly beneath her armpits and lifted her upright with astonishing ease. Molly staggered a little for balance, but quickly recovered, only for Indira to prod her towards the end of the bed and the high footboard, the top of which was roughly level with the bound girl's waist.
'This should do to begin with,' Indira said, tapping the heavy woodwork with the end of her whip. 'Let's have you bending over this, I think.'
Molly shot me one last, pleading glance, but when she saw that I remained immovable, she surrendered to the inevitable and slowly bent forward.
'Further than that, white slave meat!' Indira barked.
I opened my mouth to admonish her for breaking my rule about colour references, but stopped myself. Just this once, I decided, it might do Molly some good to know what it felt like to have the hue of her skin used as a further insult.
The tight corset made bending at the waist dif
ficult, but not impossible, even though there would have been no way Molly could have gone over as far as I knew she could do when unhampered by such a restrictive garment. She finally managed an approximate forty-five degree angle, which had her upper body leaning over the footboard parallel with the mattress. I stepped forward, picked up several pillows from next to the headboard, and arranged them beneath her shoulders and breasts. She tried to turn her head upwards to look at me, but the neck corset made that impossible. Until Indira permitted her to stand upright again, her field of vision was restricted to a flower-patterned counterpane just a few inches from her nose.
'Legs apart, slut,' Indira commanded, inserting her crop between Molly's thighs to emphasise the order. Awkwardly, the girl shuffled her feet to comply, but Indira was not satisfied at her first attempt. 'Further,' she hissed, tapping one taut buttock with the stiff leather.
Molly jumped, but the flicked contact had the desired effect and she increased the gap between her ankles by a good seven or eight inches.
'Now, what do we have here?' Indira asked, her tone teasing. She stepped closer and inserted her free hand between Molly's thighs, and from the bound girl's reaction, I realised she had gone straight in for the kill. Without withdrawing her hand, Indira used the other to flick down with the whip, bringing a squeak of pain from her hapless victim. 'I asked you a question, whore!' she snarled, though when she looked across at me I saw she was actually smiling.
I winked encouragement and nodded, but said nothing.
The whip rose and fell again with a sharp crack. This time Molly's squeal was a good deal louder and I saw a red mark appear across her buttock.
'Tell me what it is I have my hand in, slut.'
Molly groaned and I saw her eyes close. 'M-my f-fanny,' she gasped.
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