gerda 7 aasup 9 

(THE STORY SO FAR: Gerda, a top
Paris model, has been lured to the island
owned by her over, Le Compte de
Rhislain, only to find he runs a Training
Centre for rich gentlemen's slaves. Her
long hair is cut off to make a better fit for
her latex slave-mask, which she has been
ordered to wear for the first forty-eight
hours. At her first training whipping, she
has passed out with pain after being
brought to a massive climax with The
Machine.)

  Dimly Gerda became aware of light
against her closed eyes. Her latex Whip-
ping 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 Iying on the narrow bed in
her quarters, with Maria, her personal
maid, gently sponging her head. The gag
had been removed, and so had the hated
helmet. Maria had removed 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 jack' as 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 a Pleasure? "
  Gerda remembered the girl assistant
holding the sinister Machine between her
tightly strapped legs, and the way the last
three cruel strokes had heightened her
orgasm to explosive force before she had
sunk into unconsciousness. She shud-
dered at the shameful memory.
  "Cod, yes! It's wicked --- cruel, and
those last three strokes were bloody
hard!"
"Yes, 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 paper in his hands
He laid them on a table. "Your instruc
tions for the remainder of the day
You'll be glad to know ----"
  He stopped and stared at Maria, Stan
ding petrified with Gerda's helmet in hel
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,
after 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 ex-
claimed furiously, "You only did what
any normal person would do, I was
wringing wet inside that damned mask ! "
  Maria shrugged. "You don't under-
stand. 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 we.
mask to be pulled on and securely laced

up the back. Thankfully, she stepped on
to a rubber sheet which Maria spread
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,
leaving only the hands visible, although
under the sleeves she could feel the thick
incongruous gloves all the way up her
arm. Under the dress she wore a thin
gold chain round her waist, on to which
vWas 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
felt curiously comfortable apart from the
black latex hood with her name stencilled

across the forehead.
  Maria had been unusually silent while
she dressed Gerda, and now the slave felt
guilty about her maid. It had been an act

of kindness for which Maria would suf-
fer.
  "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 in-
side 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".
  "How many punishments do they
have? "
  "Hundreds. Some of them really
fiendish. They have A Handbook which
they use, all the grisly punishments
illustrated. One of the Instructors left it
in a Training Room I was clearing 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's
going on?"

ISLAND EXPLAINED

  Maria fixed the high steel collar round
Gerda's neck and padlocked it at the
back, effectively sealing on the mask.
"Nobody is allowed near the landing
dock except two heavyweights who live
in a small cottage there. They run the
two launches and bring in all the food.
The island is owned by Le Compte, and
there's no other place to land, just sheer
rock, so we don't get bothered by trip-
pers. Also it's twelve miles out to sea, so
we don't get any little pleasure boats
nosing around in the summer. On the
mainland, they're led to believe 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 an hotel, to cater for
the very rich who wanted to get away
from it all. It went bankrupt, and I
believe Le Compte bought it about six
years ago for a song. "
  "But surely when someone leaves they
might talk?"
  Despite the immediate gloomy future
for her, Maria laughed.
  "You still don't seem to realise that
eventually no one wants to leave! The
Masters pay an enormous sum to have
their slaves trained here, and every slave
is carefully chosen and screened 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 Bank,
fa; more than we could ever earn out-
side. Single slaves, who are not brought
in by their Master, know they will end up
with a millionaire, and by then she 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 Master and left
the island, prepared to continue their
slavehood. "
  "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 in
Paris and asked to come back! And by
then she was a very rich girl, but she
found Society life unbearable and
boring. Now she's being trained as a
Mistress, to have her own slave. 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 at the back of her
helmet, pulling it in until Maria grunted.
She knew now that no Service Maid
could appear outside a dressing room
without a gag.


REST ROOM

  She followed Maria down the long
corridor, and this time they took a plush
elevator down the four doors to the
ground. The Maid left her outside the
handsome oak doors where she had met
other slaves the day before. Maria made
her customary bow and kissed the hem
of the long white rubber dress.
  "Good luck!" whispered Gerda, wat-
ching Maria's tighly clad figure as the
petite Maid minced away on her high
heels. Timidly, she entered the big Rest
Room.
  There were only two slaves this time,
both sitting on stools at the bar. By the
names stencilled on their masks, she saw
one was Yvette, whom she had met the
previous day. The other was called Tina,
but her tight latex mask had no mouth or
eyeholes. From the shaped nose
protruded two small breathing tubes.
Yvette greeted her warmly.

  "Thank God somebody's come. This
dummy's working off twenty Demerits,
she's gagged under her 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 Usher bottom
easing in and out on its chains.
  "Slightly better. I had my first Whip-
ping this morning. " She found it in-
credible 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
on to the stool, giving a little moan as the
rod was pushed fully in until its wide
rubber base was flat against her bottom,
which was still smarting. In the
bathroom she had seen the three thin
welts, close together, across each cheek
of her rear. she wished the thin white
rubber against her breasts would stop ex-
citing them. "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 end of the bar.

Yvette laughed heartily. "No good,
Tina, you've got another hour to go, but
you can listen to us enjoy our martinis. "
  From a door behind the bar a Serving
maid entered, heavily masked and
gagged. She wore a classical French
maid's costume of very tight short red
rubber, black latex stockings and shoes
with six inch heels. She was tighly corset-
ted 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 small bow.
  "Martinis, or Scotch?" Yvette
enquired, "Sandra makes good mar-
tinis. "
  "Great. Large and very dry. But how
can she made them with those heavy
gloves on? "
  "She dropped a glass yesterday while
there was an Instructor here. Now she
has to work all today with those extra
gloves. If she makes a mistake she'll get
Demerits. It teaches her to be more
careful. "

   Slowly and very carefully, the Maid
mixed the martinis, even to cutting up
small pieces of lemon. When she bent
down under the counter for glasses, Ger-
da saw she had a Rod chained in. she
shook her head in wonderment. The
Maid poured out the drinks into iced
glasses. Gerda and Yvette toasted each
other.
   "Cheers, Gerda; I see you lost that
lovely hair".
   Gerda had tried not to think of her
long hair Iying on the floor of the
Preparation Room. She felt her eyes
stinging. "Yes, the bitch, I think she
took a delight in cutting it off. It feels so
strange. "
   "You'll get used to it quickly. These
hoods can get awfully hot when you're
under pressure, and long hair is hell if
you have a difficult costume with zips.
I'm quite used to it now. What's your
programme for the rest of the day?"
   "Apparently I'm free till late after-
noon. Do they give you any food or is
that forbidden too?"

  "Not a bit. There are two excellent
chefs, and the food is terrific. Lunch will
be served in about half an hour. "
  Gerda realised she was starving. "But
we can't take off our masks? "
  "Dear me, no! You can never appear
outside of your own quarters without a
mask and gloves, and boots or shoes. It's
not difficult to eat through the mouth of
your hood. Look, you're drinking that
martini like a Top-Level Slave. Of cour-
se, the tighter the mask, the easier it is,
there's no chance of dropping a piece of
spaghetti inside. Personally, I love my
various hoods, I feel protected and
anonymous. If I ever went back to the
outside world I'm sure I could never go
out in the streets without one, I'd feel
naked!"
  "Where are the others? Guy told me
there were eighteen slaves here. "
  "That's about right. You'll meet some

more in a few minutes at lunch. But
some of the top-level slaves eat in their
own special quarters, some are in
Training, and some have their Master
visiting, so will eat at his chalet. And of
course, some are in punishment and
won't be able to eat!" She slapped Tina
playfully on a rubbered thigh, "That's
right, isn't it, my girl? Are you hungry?"
A groan came from the tightly helmeted
figure.


ROD TRAINING

  Gerda could hardly believe she was sit-
ting in a comfortable room at a bar, a
rod up her bottom, completely clad in
rubber, drinking a martini. Already that
day, from 7 a.m. she had been forcibly
given an enema and had her hair cut off
and sustained fifty lashes of the whip.
She, one of the best models in Paris, who
lunched at Alexandre and dined at
Fouquet. She tried not to dwell on her
plight.
  "You seem very lightly dressed," she
commented, "Are you not being
trained?"
  Yvette laughed. "Goodness, yes,
training is very day except Saturday. But
I'm off-duty until six tonight, then I start
my final rod training. I have to take in a
number 10 and keep it for an hour. After
a week of that, taking it longer each day,
I will have to sleep with it for eight
hours. I'm both excited, and dreading
it."
  "What on earth is a number 10 rod?"
Gerda asked, with misgivings.
"You start off with number 1, which
you'll have in at the moment. Gradually
you work upwards, each Rod being

slightly thicker and longer. The number
10 Rod, the final one, is eight inches long
and two inches in diameter. It's a killer
to get in. By the time your Rod Training
is finished, which takes about six mon-
ths, your Master can then slide his penis
in at any time without the slightest dif-
ficulty. "
  Gerda felt faint. She asked the Service
Maid for another Martini. "But - I
won't have to go through that?"
  Yvette laughed, strong white teeth
parting the black latex of her mask. "Of
course you will! And I'll tell you
something else, it's absolutely delicious
until you get to the final one. I com-
pleted the whole Training last year, but
every three months they give you an in-
tensive course of rods 8, 9 and 10 over
again, just to keep everything well stret-
ched. "
  Gerda gulped at her new drink. "But
two inches wide! I could never take it!
The one I've got in now is no thicker
than a fountain pen, and even that felt
awful when they pushed it in. "
  The door opened and an Instructor
stood there. The Serving Maid stood stif-
fly to attention and Yvette slid off her
stool, motioning Gerda to do likewise.
She felt the Rod ease out in its chains.
  "Slave Gerda, The Executioner wishes
you to see your Maid, to understand the
folly of disobedience. Follow me."
  Hastily Gerda left the Rest Room and
hurried after the green-clad figure. He
turned abruptly at right-angles and
strode down a narrow corridor, past
doors ominously marked 'Training
Room'. At the end was a door marked
'Punishment Room 6'. He knocked and
entered.

  In the centre of the room stood a large
glass tank full of clear water. It was ten
feet long, about four feet wide, and
seven feet high. But Gerda only had eyes
for the figure Iying on the bottom of the
tank.
  On a raised dais at the side, The
Executioner stood, manipulating an elec-
tric pump from which a long rubber tube
snaked down into the water and into the
glass diving helmet worn by the figure.
Even as Gerda watched, horrified, she
saw through the face-glass the black
latex mask underneath with the name
'Maria' stencilled across. A row of air
bubbles rushed to the surface as she
breathed rapidly in and out.
  She was dressed in a green 'tote'
diving suit, her wrists handcuffed behind
her, her ankles manacled together. A
chain round her waist was attached to a
hook in the floor of the tank, holding her
securely down.
  The Executioner was masked to below
the nose, revealing the wide cruel mouth.
"Ah, there you are, slave Gerda. I wan-
ted you to see one of the ways we punish
disobedient maids or slaves. Watch now,
while I reduce her air!" She turned a
small wheel on the pump, which slowed
down its beat.
  In a few seconds the air bubbles were
reduced to a trickle, and Maria started to
squirm and thrash around as she
desperately tried to breathe in oxygen.
Her bound feet lashed out and she
strained horribly to break away from the
chain holding her to the bottom of the
tank.
  "Please!" screamed Gerda, "Please
give her air, she'll die!"
  "Nonsense, Qlave, she's been there

for twenty minutes now, and I've turned
it off five times. Look, I'll turn it oft
completely!" She screwed up the wheel
and the bubbles ceased. Maria's con-
vulsions increased, and the Instructor
caught Gerda as she started forward and
snapped handcuffs on her wrists,
securing them to her belt.
  The Executioner opened the valve
wheel and air gushed back into the diving
helmet. Gerda could see Maria taking in
great gulps of air, and gradually her
struggles subsided. The woman above
looked at a large clock on the white wall.
"Six minutes to go. I'll give her one
more suffocation. That's all slave Gerda,
you may leave now. "
  Shattered, Gerda allowed herself to be
led out of the Punishment Room. The
Instructor unlocked the handcuffs and
took out a notebook and a pen. "Slave
Gerda, you left that room without
kneeling to me. As you are new I will
only give you 10 Demerits." He made a
note in his book and consulted his watch.
  "You may go to lunch now, I will
show you the main dining-room. After
lunch you are free until five o'clock.
Then you will report for two hours'
Meditation before dinner. Your Serving
Maid will prepare you at 4.30 and show
you where to go. "
  Meekly Gerda followed him. she was
only now beginning to realise this was no
game of slavehood but deadly serious.

              to be continued