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THE STORY SO FAR: Gerda, a
top Parisien model, has been
lured to an island owned by her
lover, We Compte Guy de Rhislain,
only to find he runs a training
centre for rich gentlemen's slaves.
The eentre, formerly an hotel,
includes male instructors, serving
maids, two chefs and assistants, a
blonde attractive lesbian known
as 'The Executioner' and eighteen
slaves in training or being kept for
theirMasters'arrival every month.
Gerda has now realised the Count
is having her trained as his perso-
nal slave. She has already suffered
her first training whipping and
has now begun her Examination
and Test.

 Next moment he had left the
Preparation Room and she was alone
with her uneasy thoughts. Stiffly she
walked over to a chair and managed to
sit, her legs thrust straight out. she felt
a wave of pure sexuality sweep over her
as the thick grease macked inside her
inner suit . Three kilometres ! it was

sheer cruelty, she thought, her
breathing laboured and the heat of
the suits causing sweat to cloud up her
goggled mask. Even a hundred metres
would be an ordeal. Then she
remembered Miss Dodd's advice, and
Yvette's untroubled attitude towards
her slavery. Roll with it, accept it, turn
it round into pleasure.
  Suddenly she sat up, amazed at her
own thoughts.
  Is this really meñthe liberated girl
who was the toast of Paris couturieres;
who dined and wined with the
aristocracy; the model who could
commandfive hundred dollars an hour
in Paris, with double that being
dangled from a New York agency?
  So where am I now? In love with a
sadistic bastard who has stripped me
mentally, and physically made me into
a slave, to pander to his needs. To hell
with his training, I will pass this
test, then demand that he release me
and let me return to the mainland.
  I must calm down and relax. That's
probably part of this sadistic torture,
to get me mad so that I'll perspire more
and eventually have to beg to be
released through sheer exhaustion.
Never that! I'm going to last out those
fourteen hours and walk his bloody
three thousand metres even if it kills
me.
  It was awkward to walk in the heavy
hip boots and the steel-stiffened leather
suit, but Gerda quickly found a way to
propel herself along as if she had two
wooden legs. Without shame now,
mentally fighting her need to lie down
and relax, she entered the Slaves' Rest
Room, oblivious to the other slaves

curious stares. She found Yvette at the
bar. With her restricted breathing it
was difficult to talk.
  "Yvette . . . if you're my friend . . .
help me. I have fourteen hours to go
and I've got to walk three kilometres.
Can you come with me?"
  "Sure. For a short time. My Master
is arriving at six, though, but till then
I'm free."
  "Then let's walk outside. Down to
the pier and back again, that must be
two hundred metres each way? God,
I'm hot!"
The sweat was now streaming down
her face, trickling through the sealed
collar and into her undersuit. The
grease was slippery and making her so
randy she felt weak. On the way to the
pier, walking peg-legged, she gasped
out her admission to Yvette.
  "It's diabolical, I'll never be able to
last all that time ! I 've four heavy
rubber suits on, then this double-
leather suit on top with the steel splints
keeping my legs and arms rigid. Then
the damned thigh boots on topl And
the iron belt. It's impossible!"
  Yvette smiled understandingly. Over
her 'relaxing suit' she had donned a
long black rubber mackintosh against
the sea wind. "Why fight it, Gerda
You know that deep down you're
enjoying the challenge. Your Master is
testing you, and you must succeed."
  They had reached the pier and were
half way back to the house, out of sight
of everyone as they walked through a
small wood. Gerda's breath was
coming in gasps through the restricted
breathing nozzle, and she frequently
stumbled as she tried to keep her

balance with her hands padlocked.
  She stopped, exhausted. "If only I
  could breath easily. Can 't you open
  that nozzle a fraction?"
  Yvette's masked face stared coldly at
her. "Dear me, no! One of the worst
sins is to touch or help another slave.
Besides, you'll get used to it and you'll
find the strength to carry on ! "
  Then suddenly her gloved hand
reached out and grasped Gerda's
crotch, gently massaging it. "But
there's no rule that says I can't give
you moral or physical satisfaction.
Take a Pleasure now, you'll feel
better. "
  With a groan Gerda pressed herself
against the other girl, through the air
nozzle smelling the faint aroma of
rubber and perfume from Yvette's suit.
Within seconds the insidious grease
had done its work, and she was
straining and panting as warm Pleasure
flooded throughout.

RHAPSODY
Twelve hours later Gerda stumbled
into the Rest Room, her body soaked
in perspiration and her legs aching.
Four times she had laid down and
rested for an hour, then dragged
herself together and walked back and
forth to the pier. Now she was light-
headed, her breath rasping and
heaving, her body divorced from her
mind. Most of the slaves had retired
for the night, but Marcia and Tania
were having a last night-cap at the bar.
They rushed over in their high-heeled
thigh boots and helped Gerda on to a
sofa. she lay there, heaving in
restricted air, her head spinning, the

sweat blinding her eyes.
  "Time, what's . . . the time?" she
asked weakly, "Can't . . . go on. Too .
. .hot. Walking. . .hot, no air. Walking
all night. . . "
  There was little the other girls could
do to help. Gerda's mask had no
mouth-hole, so there was no way to
give her water or a brandy.
Sympathetically they watched her
struggle to remain conscious.
  "The grease . . . it's diabolical,
makes me so randy . . . but gotta keep
walking . . . three kilometres . . . with
this weight . . . must sleep . . . wake me
up in a few minutes, keep walking."

TEST PASSED
  But Marcia and Tania were both
under orders to report for their bed-
punishment at eleven, and Gerda slept
peacefully on the long sofa,
occasionally snorting and stirring at
the lack of proper air in her helmet.
She awoke suddenly and saw by the
electric clock over the bar it was ten
minutes to midnight.
  Despite all her heavy suits, she was
cold and utterly miserable. Her hands,
handcuffed behind her, were numb
inside their layers of rubber. With
difficulty, she swung her steel-stiffened
legs on to the floor and stood up.
Panicky now, because she could not
see the pedometer strapped to her left
foot, she commenced walking stiffly
up and down the long corridor outside
the Rest Room. Her circulation
returned, and soon the heat was
building up again and her goggled eyes
were misted over. Suddenly she felt a
hand on her shoulder, and recognised
the voice of instructor number 7, one

of her favourites.
   "Relax, slave Gerda, it's midnight.
I'm to take you to your Master. Follow
me."
   In a daze she found herself in the
Preparation Room again, le Compte
and two serving maids waiting for her.
Gently her lover removed the steel
collar and then the heavy helmet. She
breathed in deeply the pure air.
   He unstrapped the pedometer and
studied it, a smile on his face.
   "Excellent, my dear slave, excellent!
I knew you had the courage!" He
showed her dial, registering nearly
4000 metres. One of the maids
removed the heavy iron belt and she
sagged against Guy, her masked face
turned up to his.
    Please, please, dear and
wonderful Master, give me a Pleasure
before you take off these suits. Let me
feel your hands on me. Please just this
one time!"
   He dismissed the two maids, then
gently laid her on a couch, kneeling in
front of her in his tight black suit. Her
own mask was wet with perspiration
but he kissed her gently on the mouth.
   "Congratulations, my dear slave
Gerda, it was a very tough test,
because to be my personal slave you
must suffer more than anyone. Now
take your Pleasure ! "
   His skilled hands caressed her, and
despite her body-weariness she was
transported into ecstasies of love and
tenderness. As she took Pleasure in her
grease suit she screamed in rhapsody.
   "I love you, Master, I love you!
There is nothing I will not do for you,
nothing . . . nothing . . ."

THE DINING ROOM

As the instructor led her along a wide
corridor, Gerda realised there was no
one on the island who wore ordinary
clothes. Even the two handymen who
loaded the provisions from the launch
three times a week, were dressed in
heavy rubber overalls and boots. The
instructors wore green leather one
piece suits and tight leather masks.
She, herself, being off-duty until five
o'clock, was dressed in a thin white
rubber dress with a high collar, the
sleeves of which closed over silk
mackintosh gloves. Her high-heeled
white vinyl thigh boots now felt
strangely comfortable.
Her obligatory black latex mask, with
her name stencilled across the fore-
head, felt almost natural now.
The Instructor stopped her in front of
double swing doors.
"This is the dining-room. The slaves
sit at the long refectory table, and you
will find a nameplate with your
number, 21. On the edge of the table
is a metal clasp. When you sit down
you will attach the clasp to the ring
on the front of your belt. Talking is
normally allowed, unless there are
special orders in operation. He
consulted a note-book hanging from
his own belt. "You are free until 4.30,
when your serving maid will come to
dress you for meditation at five o'clock."
The room was large, panelled in dark
oak, reminding Gerda of her convent
school days. A long antique table ran
down the centre of the room. On a
raised dais at the top end, where wide
windows looked out over the Mediter-
ranean, was another table forming a T

reserved for the instructors.
Gerda found her number and sat
down, obediently clipping the metal
clasp to her belt so that she was
obliged to sit close to the heavy table.
She found Yvette sitting opposite her,
and Tania, the slave who had been in
punishment in a rigid steel suit of
armour, sitting next to her. There
were eight other slaves at the table, all
fully dressed in tight latex suits,
booted, gloved and masked. All had
their names painted across the top of
their hoods.
"Hi there!" greeted Yvette, "What
happened to Maria? " Maria was
Gerda's personal serving-maid who
had committed 'a sin' and had been
ordered for punishment.
"It was awful," Gerda replied unhap-
pily, "They put her into a watertight
rubber suit and a kind of glass diving
helmet and chained her down inside a
tank of water. She was getting air
through a tube, and that bitch, 'The
Executioner', kept suffocating her
until she was almost unconscious!"
Tania laughed, strong white teeth
showing through the mouth-slit of her
mask. "Maria probably loved it, she's
a real sexy masochist. I've had that
punishment, and once you get over the
fright of being chained underwater,
it's not so had. Remember to start
panicking before you're desperate for
air, then with luck she'll turn on the
pump again."
Gerda was astonished. "You mean
you can actually like that sort of
torture? It's barbaric!"
"You've got a lot to learn, Gerda.
Just realise that you're here, that you

have to suffer. there's no way to
escape, and after a time you get to
like it! In fact, if you're smart and let
yourself mentally adjust, you'll look
forward to it. Take me, for instance. I
used to be quite claustrophobic, I
hated even getting in an elevator. Now
I've managed to reverse the feeling,
and my greatest joy is to be tightly
encased in rubber and the heaviest
bondage. That steel armour I had to
wear for twelve hours was no punish-
ment. I could barely walk in it, let
alone sit down, and I was heavily clad
in two layers of latex and wigan
rubber underneath, plus thick gloves
which were sealed to my suits, and a
mask with no eyeholes, and a gag.
The steel helmet was padlocked over
that. I loved it, I took so many
'pleasures' I was quite weak when
they released me!"
"I swear you're too much!" Yvette
chortled, "I think you incur your
demerits deliberately. Me, I love the
training, but I'm always scared of the
punishments. I love to be whipped,
but the bastards know this and usually
devise some other way of working
them off."
Gerda listened, fascinated. It was true
she had experienced a massive orgasm
at the end of her first whipping, but it
had been brought on by the fright, the
humiliation, and finally because her
instructor had ordered the serving-
maid to put the Machine, a harsh
vibrator, on the rubber suit against
her private parts. She moved restlessly,
the thin rubber dress exciting her
nipples, feeling the metal clamp tug at
her belt.

"What's the idea of securing us to the
table? I can hardly move!"
"A subtle psychological ploy," Yvette
replied, "Just to constantly remind us
of our slavehood. You have to get
permission to release yourself. If you
haven't eaten properly you may have
to stay there all afternoon, like a
naughty little girl. "

The doors to the kitchen swung open,
and several serving-maids hurried in
with trays of plates. They were dressed
in high latex stockings of dark red
colour which matched their four-inch
heeled shoes, and short tight dresses
which came only to their hips, reveal-
ing dark red latex pants through
which a Rod was chained tightly to
their belted waists. Small black rubber
aprons, gloves, and black latex masks,
with gags attached, completed the
outfit. Gerda was surprised and
delighted to have a plate of thin
smoked salmon, with brown bread
and a sliver of lemon, put in front of
her.
She found it was not difficult to eat
through the mouth-slit in her mask.
Then she noticed that the other slaves
were pulling on short rubber gloves
over their own gloves from a basket at
the end of the table. Tania motioned
her to do the same.
"These are dining gloves, so you
don't get any grease or spots on your
own. After a meal you have to raise
your hands before being released, and
if you've anything on your own gloves
you're in trouble. "
Gerda pulled on a pair over her own
silk gloves, the mackintosh lining of
which was now wet with persiration.
"Later on, I'm being dressed for
'Meditation'," she confided across
the table to Yvette, "What am
supposed to do?"
"Absolutely nothing!" giggled Tania,
"You won't be able to. The basic
principle is attributed to some Chinese
culture, whereby the body is made
helpless so that the mind is free to

dwell upon its sins. Actually, when
you've had it a few times, it's a good
way to relax and go to sleep! "
The maids served barbecued chicken
with fresh peaches and a single glass
of cold Verdicchio, followed by creme
brulee and coffee. Gerda's thoughts
were mixed and chaotic; she was a
prisoner and would-be slave, yet eating
food which would not disgrace the
Ritz in Paris. To her irritation and
astonishment, she was already accepting
the feel and smell of her rubber
costumes.
It was all very confusing.

PUNISHMENT PLEASURE

After lunch, she had fallen asleep on
the rubber sheets of her bed, and was
awakened by Maria gently stroking
her masked head.
"It 's four thirty, Mistress, I must
dress you for Meditation ! Do you
want a quick shower first?"
Maria was once again trim in her
serving suit, a skin-tight black latex

suit, leather thigh boots, corselet,
gloves and mask. A thin gold chain
held her Rod, passing through a small
hole in her suit, tightly chained to her
belt. In Gerda's quarters, she was
allowed to remove her gag in order to
give dressing instructions.
Gerda still felt guilty over Maria's
Punishment. When she had been
carried unconscious from the Whipping
Room Maria had removed her helmet
in order to sponge her dripping face,
and had received 100 demerits from
an Instructor. She had been given the
underwater suffocation as a result.
"Maria, are you all right? Was it
very bad? They made me watch for a
few minutes. It was awful!"
Maria smiled through her mask, gently
stroking Gerda's masked head, "Not
to worry, my dear Mistress ! To tell
the truth, I almost enjoyed it! When
you can learn to roll with the punish-
ment you can turn it into a great scene.
I know that 'The Executioner' is not
going to kill me, so I make myself

believe she is cutting off my air so
that I will be able to build up a sexual
Pleasure. Of course I cheat a little,
but she knows I cheat, so it becomes a
contest between us as to how long I
can last without blacking out. But if I
do become unconscious, she gets
furious, because she feels she's
misjudged the Punishment. And
despite her sadistic nature, she's
extremely fair and correct. I'm quite
fond of her. I just wish I could always
work off demerits by her whipping me.
She has a fantastic touch and knows
exactly how far she can go to bring
me to a 'Pleasure'. Unfortunately she
knows me too well and usually orders
some other grotty Punishment!"
Gerda undressed and took a quick
shower in her black-tiled bathroom,
delighting in the temporary freedom
from rubber and soaping herself all
over with the Chanel Number Five
which the training centre so thought-
fully provided. She dried and powdered
herself and came back into her sitting-
room, where Maria had laid out her
new costume. She picked up a pair of
thick rubber pants, with three-inch soft
rubber wedges back and front.
"I 've greased them well, " Maria
said, "Be sure to pull them up tightly."
Gerda no longer demurred, she knew
that at any time there were attendants
or Instructors who would come and
force her to dress. She inserted the
wedges into her front and back parts,
securing them tightly in place when
she pulled up the heavy pants. Next,
she slid into a heavy black latex suit,
gloves and feet attached, which fitted
her like a second skin. Maria zipped it

up the back and tucked the collar of
the mask inside. Then she brought a
heavy vinyl leotard top into which
Gerda stepped and pushed her
rubbered arms into the thick sleeves.
Maria laced it tightly up the back
until Gerda felt she was encased in a
straight-jacket .
"It's almost five o'clock", Maria said,
"Time to report. The rest of your
costume will be put on down in the
Meditation Room."
"Hell, I can barely move as it is, what
else have I to wear?"
"They'll put you into the Meditation
Suit, which is a sheath of double-lined
heavy leather, and a thick leather
mask over your own one. The idea is
to cut you off from the world, so that
you meditate ! "


CHAMBER

Maria pushed in her own large gag
and strapped it up tightly behind her
head, then led Gerda downstairs.
They walked along the passage to the
training rooms, Gerda feeling weak
with the sensation of the rubber
wedges tightly filling hurt every
step causing a smooth sexual vibration.
Maria stopped in front of the door
marked 'Meditation Chamber'. She
knelt briefly and pressed her gagged
mouth in a kiss against her Mistress's
rubbered knee, then walked pertly
down the corridor on her high heels,
her rodded bottom swaying saucily
against its chains.
By the big electric clock in the corridor
it said exactly five o'clock. Gerda,
now knowing that any minutes late

for reporting caused instant demerits,
pushed open the door of the Meditation
Room. Inside, the very brightly
illuminated room contained a high
narrow table, with two serving-maids
awaiting her. Briefly she saw the walls
lined with a myriad of straps and
chains, then one of the latex-clad
rraids. who was not gagged like the
other, came forward carrying a heavy
black leather costume.
"Please sit on that chair and we will
slide you into the leather sheath.
Inside there are built-in sleeves into
which you will fit your arms. "
Gerda obeyed the orders in a dream.
Twenty-four hours ago she would
have protested, but now she realised
there was no way of rebelling. She
allowed the heavy leather to be pulled
over her feet and drawn up over her
shoulders. Her arms slipped into the
tight sleeves inside the sheath, making
her completely helpless. The other
maid started lacing up the back of the
sheath, tightly encasing her in the stiff
leather.
The maid-in-charge brought across a
helmet made of the same thick leather.
"I shall put this on you now. There is
an attached gag which I will insert
into your mouth. The only breathing
holes are two small tubes which I will
insert up your nostrils. You will also
find that the leather helmet has sponge
rubber plugs against your eyes and
your ears. so that when I lace up the
helmet you will be entirely cut off
from the world, apart from your
breathing tubes. Now stand up while I
tighten up your suit. "
Gerda obediently stood up, trying to

balance inside the single enclosed leg
of the leather sheath. The other maid
held her shoulders as the suit was
tightly laced up the back to the high
neck. At that moment an instructor
entered the room, wearing the now
familiar tight one-piece leather suit in
green, with high polished black boots.
His masked head proclaimed he was
Number 4.
The maid-in-charge whispered in
Gerda's ear as she was knotting the
final laces of the suit. "He's a bondage
expert. When he secures you, try to
flex your limbs, he does a really tight
bondage ! "
The Instructor came over and examined
the lacing on the Meditation Suit.
With her arms encased inside. Gerda
had difficulty in standing upright, but
the other maid was holding her shoul-
ders firmly. Number 4 picked up the
leather helmet and slipped it over
Gerda's masked face.
"I think my assistants have prepared
you well. Now take the gag into your
mouth, and nod when it is comfort-
able . "
Gerda felt a vicarious thrill through
her body. Despite her nervousness,
there was something horribly sexual
about this deliberate assault on her
freedom. How dare they limit her
movements, how dare they reduce her
to a mummified slave, unable to see
or talk or hear? The helmet descended
over her head, and she reluctantly
allowed the leather gag to enter her
mouth. She felt the sponge rubber
close over her eyes and ears.
The instructor was gently excited.
"Good. I think you will be a very

good slave eventually. Now I'm going
to lace up your helmet, very tightly,
so that you will be cut off from the
world and will be able to meditate
serenely ! "
Gerda felt the mask closing on her,
tighter and yet tighter as he laced up
the back to its maximum. The gag
was forced into her mouth, and her
eyes were enclosed in the foam rubber.
Dimly she heard him speak again.
"Now I will put two short rubber
tubes up your nostrils, so that you
will have no difficulty breathing."
She felt them being inserted through
the thick leather mask, and in her
blackness she breathed with nervous
relief .
Then she was lifted on to a table, and
she felt the straps tightening around
her; toes, ankles, calves, thighs, waist,
above and below her breasts, round
the shoulders, even the neck. Finally
she felt a strap being passed over her
forehead and secured. She breathed
deeply through her nose tubes, trying
to fight a claustrophobic panic.
"You're in Meditation now," said the
instructor loudly, so that she could
hear through the air-foam rubber, "I
understand from your reports that
you are a very unwilling slave. I like
that, because it will give me many
opportunities to deal with you, very
severely. So relax now, think about
your sins and demerits, and prepare
yourself for your Training!"
Then there was silence, deep, black
silence while Gerda tried to come to
terms with herself in her vicious
bondage .

           to be continued