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(THE STORY SO FAR: Gerda, a top Parisien
model, has been brought by her lover, Le
Compte Guy de Rhislain, to his island in the
Mediterranean. She finds she is a virtual
prisoner, to be trained in rubber and bondage to
become a perfect slave. The huge Training
Centre, formerly a hotel, is run on strict lines,
like a well-organised school. There are eighteen
other slaves in residence, being prepared for their
rich Masters from all over the world.)

The weeks passed slowly, although
there were no calendars, radio or
television, on the island. By now,
Gerda had ceased to fight against her
training, preserving her energy instead
to suffer her daily ration of strict
instruction and punishment. Demerits
were awarded by the green leather-clad
Instructors for the slightest infraction
of the many rules; when these mounted
to one hundred the slave was ordered
to report to The Executioner, an
attractive but sadistic lesbian who
superintended all the punishments.

  Gerda had become very fond of
Maria, her own personal serving-maid,
who awoke her each morning with the
instructions for the day, and who was
responsible for dressing her correctly
and washing, cleaning and shining the
amazing array of costumes and boots.
Maria was a happy soul, dedicated to
her rubber existence, a child-like waif
who Le Compte had taken off the
streets of Rome when she was in her
teens. Every month, the same as all
personnel on the island, a sum of
money was deposited in a Swiss bank
account. Despite Gerda's anger and
revulsion at her own captivity, she had
to admire the superb organisation
which her lover, Le Compte, had built
up.
  One morning Gerda, was completing
her dressing, wearing the standard
'working suit'. She was encased in a
skin-tight black latex suit, with gloves
and feet attached; five-inch heeled

black leather thigh boots, which Maria
expertly laced up; her own mask, tight
and comfortable, with 'Gerda'
stencilled across the forehead and her
number, 21, on the back of the head; a
number 4 Rod. medium size, greased
and chained into her bottom through
the small hole in the rear of her suit;
and a wide white leather belt.
  "I hate that damn belt," Gerda
grumbled as she pulled it in an extra
notch, bringing her slim waist down to
twenty inches, "I know it's the sign of
a novice slave, but when can I wear a
black one?"
  "Very soon, Mistress, I think you
first exam comes up this week. If you
pass it you won't have to wear the
white belt any longer." Maria walked
slowly round her mistress, making sure
the suit and boots were perfectly
polished and shined.
  "I don't like the idea of an 'exam'!
What do they do? "
  "Nearly every exam is different.
Basically it's a test of endurance, and
acceptance of slavery to your Master.
It can be a severe whipping, or a long
sustained period of suffocation, or a
heat treatment. Come on Mistress, it's
almost nine, you have to report in the
Lecture Room. "
  Maria replaced her own gag, tightly
strapping it into her mouth through her
mask. Only in her own room, or
Gerda's small suite, was she allowed to
remove it. Gerda gave one last look at
herself in the long wardrobe mirror,
making sure there was no trace of
powder on her sleek costume (ten
demerits immediately), then strode out
into the long corridor to join the other

slaves in the lecture room four floor
below.
THE LECTURE
There were fourteen slaves assembled,
all dressed similarly to Cerda, their
names stencilled on the front of their
masks, all experiencing the subtl
sexual feeling as the Rods in their
grease were pushed further up their
bottoms when they sat on the hart
wooden benches of the lecture room
She noticed that three of the slaves
were heavily gagged, and one had her
arms pulled tightly behind her back
secured inside a laced leather elbow
glove. These were punishments for
minor infractions, which were not
allowed to interfere with the slave's
schedule. If the gags or the elbow-glove
were to be worn for six hours, it would
mean the slave would miss her lunch.
  Gerda sat next to Yvette, who had
become her close friend. Yvette had
been on the island for three years and
was a Top-Level Slave. Tall,
intelligent, and highly masochistic, she
was now the personal slave to a rich
German industrialist who visited the
island once a month for a long
weekend. For four days Yvette would
disappear to one of the luxurious
chalets which were reserved for visiting
Masters, who also had access to the
many torture and training rooms, and
the vast wardrobes of rubber, leather,
and bondage equipment.
  "How're you getting along?" Yvette
enquired, "It's about time you got rid
of your white belt. Are you finally
accepting your slavehood? You were a
real tiger for the first few days!"
  Gerda shrugged. "I still am,

underneath ! I still love Guy, swine that
he is, but I still resent my loss of
freedom, and being made to undergo
all this humiliating training.."
  "Come on now, admit it, you're
getting to like it ! "
  "That's what's so damned
annoying! I must be crazy, but I love
the feel of a Rod up my arse, feeling it
jack' in and out as I walk. I've even
grown used to my daily whipping. Me,
who couldn't stand pain ! My
instructor, he's number 7, ordered me
take two Pleasures yesterday and said
he would carry on whipping until I
did. "
  "How did you do?"
  "I'm ashamed to say I came twice
before he had reached a hundred
strokes, less than my normal ration !
He's quite a poppet, not really as cruel
as some of them, but he was so angry
he gave me an extra fifty and I took
another Pleasure!"
  "Good for you! You'll be a perfect
slave yet ! Oh-oh, here comes Miss
Dodds ! "
  The woman who came through a
door onto the lecture platform was in
her fifties, with grey hair and a
cheerful face. As usual, she was
dressed in the standard uniform of a
nursing matron, except that her dress
and stockings were of heavy white
latex. She wore long black shiny
gloves, giving a mildly sinister
appearance to her outfit. Miss Dodds,
as Gerda had learnt, was second-in-
command only to her lover, Le
Compte Guy, and ran the
establishment like a military academy.
She was a curious paradox of ruthless

efficiency mixed with a warm
understanding of human nature. On
her first day on the island, Gerda had
been given an enema, much against her
will, by Miss Dodds. The Matron, with
two assistants, had strapped Gerda
over a punishment gym-horse and
forcibly carried out her task; but
afterwards, she had soothed Gerda
with reassuring words, a Mother-
Bunny to the slaves in training.

TIGHT AND TIDY
  The class stood up to attention. Miss
Dodds signalled everyone to be seated,
smiling humorously as the slaves
slowly sank back onto their rods. she
seated herself behind the podium desk.
  "Every month I give this same
lecture. Some of you will be tired of
hearing it, some of you will be listening
to it for the first time. But whether you
be a Top-Level Slave or a Novice, it is
still important that you listen and
understand what I say. "
  Yvette whispered in Gerda's ear.
"Here we go again ! I can recite it from
memory. "
  Miss Dodds looked up. "Dear
Yvette," she said in a mild voice, "I
really don 't know what Top-Level
Slaves are coming to! Speaking in
class ! Come to the front. . "
  Obediently Yvette rose and walked
gracefully on her six-inch heeled boots
up to the platform. Miss Dodds opened
a drawer in her desk and took out a
pressure-gag. She inserted it through
the mouth-slit of Yvette's mask, then
started pumping it up. she addressed
the rest of the slaves.
  "Yvette, as you know, is a long-time

resident, usually one of our model
slaves. This unpardonable infraction
of the no-talking rules while in
Training just goes to demonstrate how
careful and alert you always must be.
'Tight and Tidy' is our motto, and
never forget it for even one moment ! "
  She was still pumping up the gag.
Yevette's cheeks were now blown out
by the tremendous pressure of the
compressed air inside the thick rubber
balloon gag. Miss Dodds unscrewed
the pump from the nozzle of the gag.
"Go back to your seat. Unless you
have any other training course this
morning you will keep it in until
lunchtime . "
  Chastened, Yvette returned and sat
next to Gerda, her mouth held rigidly
open, her cheeks bulging against the
latex mask. she turned towards Gerda
and through the eyeholes winked at
her.

PRIDE OF A SLAVE

  "So, I want to impress upon you
again why you are here," began Miss
Dodds, "For one reason or another,
you have been selected to be trained as
Servers, or slaves, to your Master.
Some of you have met your future
Master, others have yet to have that
pleasure. "
  She leaned forward intently. "Your
physical training is highly important,
but perhaps even more important is
your mental attitude to slavehood.
Women's Lib. is fine in its concept, but
from what are you being liberated, and
why? Two per cent ñ only two per
centñof the female population will be-
come doctors or lawyers. Not because

the female mind is less intelligent, but
because women, as a race, do not want
to become professionals! I will make a
very strong statement, hackneyed
maybe, but nevertheless true: Woman
was put upon the earth to Serve her
Master ! "
  She leaned back, as if awaiting
rebellious contradiction.
  "Butñand this is a very important
but ñ it does not mean she has to
become a drudge and a puppet. No,
indeed not! The Far-Eastern countries
are thousands of years ahead of us in
that respect. The Geisha girl of Japan,
from the moment she is born, is trained
and educated and instructed in all the
arts which will make her indispensable
to her chosen Master. So never, never
think that becoming a slave is
demeaning or lowly. It is a long hard
road and requires enormous
concentration, intelligence, and a
certain pride."
  Miss Dodds stood up and paced the
platform .
  "Pride! Yes, a slave must have pride
in her achievements, pride in her
appearance, pride in the arts which she
will learn. The art of pleasing her man.
Here you will be taught every sexual
trick which has ever been imagined in
the wildest fantasies! But that is not
all! You will be instructed in the more
mundane arts of cooking, of serving,
of sewing, of reading and absorbing a
book so that you can converse
intelligently about it. you will learn to
give, to have the supreme satisfaction
of giving your soul and your body to
your Master, however cruelly he may
treat it. you will, above all, learn to

love, for your Master, in your own
eyes, can never do wrong!"
  She paused, eyeing the attentive
slaves .
  "Think well about what I have said.
Your Master will be rich, otherwise he
would not be able to afford the huge
fees which LeCompte must charge to
run this establishment. So you will
never have financial problems. Some
of you will go back into the outside
world to live with, or marry, your
Master, secure in the knowledge you
have departed from this island as a
Top-Level Slave, the highest form of
servitude. Others will remain here, to
be visited by their Master at his
convenience. At such a time you will be
proud to serve him and accept his
blessings, the pain and suffering which
he will inflict, and you will give him the
complete love of your mind and body."
  There was a silence while the new
slaves absorbed the gist of Miss Dodd's
lecture .

STORY OF EVA

  "One more thing. Some of you will
know the history of Slave Eva, who is
sitting amongst you, but for the benefit
of the new slaves I will tell you her
story. Le Compte brought her here
some years ago. she was a wilful, spoilt
girl, a victim of her own generation.
Her parents had been killed in a plane
crash, and at twenty-one she was on
dope and a near-alcoholic. She was
very attractive and was a convenient
bed-partner for the smart Mayfair and
Chelsea crowd in London. Here, for
the first time in her life, she was taught
discipline and made to realise she could
be a useful member of human society.

Eventually, she passed her exams to
become a Top-Level Slave, and Le
Compte introduced her to her Master-
to-be, a charming Frenchman who was
the president of a large electronics
firm. There was genuine love on both
sides, and Le Compte allowed Eva to
return to the world in order to marry
her Master. They lived happily for two
years, then he was killed one night by a
hit-and-run automobile in Paris."
  Miss Dodds regarded the girl with
compassionate eyes.
  "Eva inherited her husband
Master's fortune. She was a rich girl,
the world at her feet. But after six
months she contacted Le Compte and
asked to return here. Only on this
island could she feel safe and secure in
her bondage and training. I'm happy
to inform you that Le Compte has
approved Eva's request that she be
trained as a Mistress, and she she will
remain here on the permanent staff. "
  There were low murmurings from
the other girls. Miss Dodds raised her
hand.
  "For the next few months Eva will
remain a Top-Level Slave, but
gradually she will take over the role of
Training Mistress. For you new slaves,
she will be an invaluable friend,
because she will have suffered
everything you will suffer, and
although she will be taught that a
Mistress must be ruthless, she will, I
trust, still retain the element of
compassion. That is all."
The next morning, Maria excitedly
unpadlocked the restrictive chain
around Gerda's nack. Sleepily Gerda
sat up, her thin latex sleeping-suit
clinging warmly to her body.


THE EXAMINATION

  "It's today, Mistress! Your first
exam! If you pass it I won't have to
lock you to your bed every night. Isn't
that great?" She poured out Gerda's
early morning coffee and handed her
the cup. Gerda sipped it throught the
mouth-slit of her mask, feeling
curiously relaxed at the news.
  "I wish I knew what was in store!
Will it be very severe?"
  "As I told you, we never know in
advance. My orders are to dress you in
your very heavy latex suit, and to seal
on your gloves and mask. No boots, no
belt. Nothing."
  In fifteen minutes Gerda had been
given her daily enema, had showered,
dried and powered herself, and had
donned the thick latex overall suit
which clung to her like a second skin, a
black shining sheath, smooth and
without a wrinkle.
  "All these costumes," she
exclaimed, indicating the long
wardrobe which held over seventy
different outfits, "They all fit so
perfectly! How do they do it?"
  Maria held out a shoulder-high latex
glove which her Mistress slipped on,
repeating the manoevre with the other
arm.
  "Everything is made to your exact
measurements. One day you should
ask to see the workshops behind the
Training Centre. It's like a modern
factory. Six of the serving-maids work
there when they're not on training
duty, they're superminded by a lovely
old designer who's queer, but an
absolute genius. He and Le Compte

fight with each other to design the most
outlandish costumes. Then there's the
blacksmith who makes all the steel and
bondage equipment. He's seven feet
tall and looks like Frankenstein's
monster, but he's a lamb."
  She took a roll of shiny black
waterproof tape and expertly sealed the
top of Gerda's gloves to her thick suit.
She tucked the neck of Gerda's mask
inside the high collar of the suit, then
passed the tape round her throat,
sealing the mask to the suit. "O.K.,
we're ready, you've got five minutes to
report at the Preparation Room on the
ground floor. Good luck, dear
Mistress ! "
  Gerda entered the Preparation
Room at exactly nine o'clock, hating
the place with its rows of wardrobes
and cupboards containing hundreds of
costumes and strange equipment to
further bedevil a slave. On one wall,
supported on steel hooks, were heavy
punishment suits, made of thick vinyl
or leather, some of gleaming metal,
their hoods and helmets with attached
rubber tubes hanging in grotesque
positions .
  Awaiting her was an instructor and
two attendant maids. She saw by the
number Four on his helmet he was the
one she feared, a surly and sadistic
bastard who awarded demerits at the
most tiny infractions of the rules. He
came towards her, insolent in his skin-
tight leather costume.
  "Good morning, slave Gerda !
presume you hope to pass your Test
today? Feeling ready?"
  She knelt briefly and made the
required sign of obedience on entering a

room, by kissing his leathered bottom.
"I hope so, instructor Sir. What are
your orders?" Inwardly she raged at
her humiliation, but now she knew it
was stupid to incur demerits by being
rude to him.

HEAT TREATMENT

  "Your exam is a prolonged Heat
Treatment, my dear slave. The girls
will dress you, then Le Compte will
take over after I have checked your
final costumes."
  She felt her heart beat faster. She
had rarely seen her lover over the past
few weeks, although he had assured
her he would watch her training from
afar and study her progress charts
every night. Now she felt immensely
strong; whatever the suffering or
torture which had been planned for
her, she would prove worthy of Guy,
just as he had told her on that fateful
first night on the island.
  The serving maids came forward,
and Gerda obediently climbed into the
various suits which they held. There
were three heavy latex cat-suits, each
one slightly larger than the other, each
one zipped and laced onto her body
until she felt like the advertisement for
Michelin tyres. All the suits had
attached gloves, and now she was
unable to bend her fingers. Then the
serving maids had completed their
dressing, the instructor came over with
a wide steel collar and padlocked it
over the high necks of the suits, but
loosely .
  "We'll tighten it later," he said
roughly, "First I must put this tube
through your mouth-hole, down to

your neck." He took a short length of
rubber hose and carefully pulled away
the mouth of her mask, pushing the
tube downwards. One of the serving
girls brought across a large metal can,
full of liquid, and a plastic funnel
which she inserted in the top of the
rubber tube. "You'll like this," said
the instructor sardonically, "Little
girls have even been known to take
Pleasure with it ! "
  He took the can and slowly poured
the liquid into the funnel. It was thick
and oily, and Gerda felt it circle her
neck, then start penetrating down into
her undersuit, slowly trickling over her
breasts and down her back.
  Instinctively she rubbed her covered
hands against her body, feeling the
liquid spread against her stomach, and
continue down into her crotch and
legs.
  The can contained nearly a gallon of
the greasy fluid, which took the
instructor almost a minute to empty. It
had a pleasant scented smell, and
despite her forthcoming trial, Gerda
felt overwhelmingly randy as it covered
her entire body inside the heavy rubber
layers. The instructor withdrew the
tube, wiped his hands on a towel, and
after pulling the steel collar tight,
padlocked it into position.
  Meanwhile the two maids had
brought over a weird-looking suit
made of heavy leather, to which were
attached long bars of steel, securely
sewn to the legs and arms. With
difficulty they pulled the suit onto her,
the leather being so thick it scarcely
could bend. The instructor laced it up
the back until Gerda was tightly

encased in it. Because of the steel
splints, she found it impossible to bend
her arms, and she could only walk
stiff-legged. One of the maids brought
over a pair of heavy rubber thigh
boots, several sizes too large in order to
accommodate the four rubber suits
and the leather costume she was now
wearing. These were pulled on, stiff
and tight and coming up to Gerda's
hips.
  "Finally, your Heat Helmet!" said
the instructor with obvious plelasure.
He brought over a heavy rubber hood
with goggled eyes, no mouth-hole, and
a nozzled tube for the nose. He pulled
it over her own mask and strapped the
wide collar securely round her neck.
  By now Gerda was almost
panicking. The weight of the various
suits was enormous, and already she
could feel the heat building up. The
heavy punishment hood pressed tightly
against her masked face, the rubber
already wet with her perspiration. She
could breathe through the nose tube,
but she knew that the outside nozzle
could be tightened to restrict her air
supply.
  The Instructor stood back and
surveyed her. she took two awkward
steps, unable to bend her legs, and felt
the grease slither sexily over her body
and in her parts. Then suddenly Le
Compte Guy de Rhislain was standing
in front of her, and the Instructor and
maids had silently departed. Instead of
his usual white leather suit, he was
wearing a shining black latex costume,
outlining his superb slim figure. Two-
inch-heeled black patent thigh boots
gave him a swashbuckling appearance.

He was gloved and belted, but his head
was bat-e. He bent and raised one of
her stiff arms and kissed her rubbered
hand.
  "So, ma there, you have come to the
end of your first period of Training. I
sincerely hope you will pass your exam
into slavery." She felt a warm feeling
of deep love sweep over her; she would
die for him, there had never been any
other man in her life about whom she
had felt so intensely.
  "Master, dear Master! Do whatever
you wish! Only please let me see you
more often. Then I can be strong and I
can make you proud of me!" The
words echoed inside her masks, and
she hoped he could understand her
words, muted against the tight rubber
hood .

THE TEST BEGINS

  He took a black-gloved hand and
gently caressed her head. His other
hand crept between her booted legs and
she cried out with rapturous pleasure
as he caused the grease inside her suit
to enter every part of her body. In a
hot whirl of emotion she realised she
was close to a shattering climax. As if
sensing this, he stepped back, his face
hardening. He turned and picked up a
wide iron belt from a table and with
some difficulty padlocked it round her
waist. The extra weight made Gerda
stagger .
  "It weighs twelve kilos," Guy
informed her, "So you are now
carrying about twenty kilos of
costumes and equipment. It is now
nearly ten a.m., and you will carry out
your Test until midnight." Gerda felt

her heart miss a beat. Fourteen hours!
She was already perspiring in the
monstrous costumes, and her legs felt
encased in cement, the heavy rubber
thigh boots holding her four suits rigid.
the iron belt made her want to lie flat,
anything to get rid of the weight
dragging her down.
  Le Compte picked up a small dial
with a strap attached. He bent and
fixed it round the bottom of her left
boot. "You are free to wander where
you will, inside or outside the Centre.
You may rest when you are exhausted,
butñ" he paused and looked into her
goggled eyes, "Your Test is to wear
this costume for fourteen hours, and in
doing so to walk three kilometres. On
your left boot I have strapped a
pedometer set at zero. When you
report at midnight to me it must have
registered 3000 metres ! Furthermore,
your breathing must remain
controlled. "
  He stepped up to her and slowly
tightened the nozzle of her nose-tube.
Within seconds she was breathing
faster, desperate for the small amount
of oxygen which was allowed into the
helmet. She looked at him mutely, her
eyes pleading. Suddenly he smiled and
gently kissed the top of her helmet,
then pulled her wrists behind her and
handcuffed them together.
  '-'Remember that I love you, slave
Gerda. Keep that thought in your mind
all the time you suffer. But remember,
of course, that you can apply to any
instructor to be released and undressed
at any time. But you will have failed
your Test."

               To Be Continued