** NOTE **

Oddball has given me permission to place my story inside

Mrs Cartrights 'SOMETHING SPECIAL BOUTIQUE'. A creation

he introduced in his story 'Suzie's New Job'. I thank

him for allowing me this opportunity, and if you have not

read his story already, please do so soon.

** **** **

Rubber Revenge

By GreyRose

with permission of Oddball

The door opened and a figure stood just outside. It turned and gestured

to two more figures a short distance away. They paused for a moment,

then the first figure stamped its foot and pointed into the building.

The two figures scuttled inside, shrinking as they passed the other.

The first figure followed the other two more leisurely, and closed the

door behind it. "You two Ninny's! I told you if you act like your

doing something wrong, somebody's bound to come looking!"

"But Margo, we are doing something wrong!" One of the still crouching

figures hissed back. The other nodding her agreement in the darkness.

Margo planted her fists on her shapely hips and glared at her

companions, "We are not! I have the key to the door! And anyway we're

just borrowing some stuff so that I can teach that Bitch a lesson!"

The two figures begin to relax and look about them as they continue

the discussion, "All right Margo, we've followed you this far so

will you finally explain, where are we and what are we going to do to

Becky?"

They had begun to slowly move across the room following the single beam

of light that Margo's flashlight cast in front of them. The two girls

following closely upon the taller girl's heels.

"Crissy, I told you before that Becky needs to be taught a lesson. I

will not stand for her stealing MY boyfriend!" Margo huffed.

With a puzzled expression, the Crissy asked, "But Margo, didn't you

break up with Mark a couple of weeks..." When with a squeal the third

girl grabs at both Margo and Crissy, causing them both to jump.

"Over there! There... There's... people watching us!" She points

to a corner over to one side. In the dimness cast by the light

splashing against the floor, they could see 3 figures standing deathly

still. Slowly Margo raised the beam of light till they could see the

bizarre figures before them.

Each figure gleamed in the dim light, standing ram rod straight,

totally immobile. Thick, wide black rubber straps held each figure to

a thick pole keeping each form totally immobile. But the straps were

dull and did not cause the gleams. Each figure was covered in glossy

latex.

The first one was a rubber nurse, dressed in a pale blue gown tightly

stretched across her body, with a white apron as well as white gloves

and stockings all following the skin tight nature of the dress. Upon

the figures feet resided pale blue ankle boots with 6" heels. Also

white was the perky cap sitting atop the pale blue hood that covered

the entire head of the nurse, with holes for the nose and lenses

covering the eyes. The second figure was dressed in much the same way

as the first except that it was a latex maid, with a tightly stretched

black uniform with white extras. The third figure was the most bizarre

of all, it was all in skin tight black latex with bright red gloves,

boots and helmet. The boots started with a pointed toe and a 9" heel,

and ran all the way up the leg to the hip, each curve of the leg could

be easily seen through the thick latex. The gloves were without any

fingers, just a blunted end covering the hands. The hood presumably

had some openings but they were covered by wide black latex bands

buckled over the eyes and mouth. From the nose ran 2 tubes, down and

around to the back of the helmet. Behind the figures were some packing

box's with the logo 'Something Special Boutique' plainly displayed.

At first sight each girl stood frozen with the fear of discovery, but

after a moment Margo let go an almost explosive sigh of relief. This

caused the other two to jump and turn to her.

"These are why we are here, my girls. We're going to do something

special to that bitch Becky!" Margo purred.

"Margo what are you talking about?" Crissy whispered. "Who are they

and what are they doing there?" Again the third girl nodded her

support, unseen in the darkness.

"Crissy, Mandy I want you to see them up close," Margo says as she

walks towards the latex bound trio. As the other two tentatively

follow they begin to understand that none of these figures are alive.

Margo stops between the latex maid and the bizarre figure on the end,

turning she places a hand on each shoulder. "These are both the reason

we are here and why I have the key to this store. These, my dears, are

rubberoids, life sized dolly's! But as you can guess they are not any

old toy for children, at least little ones." giggle "No these are the

toys of adults wanting to play all kinds of kinky games. And this is

what we are going to do to Becky!"

Mandy says, "What, we are going to dress her up in kinky clothes? What

kind of revenge is that?"

"Right Margo, I don't understand what it is that you mean to do," adds

Crissy.

Chuckling Margo strokes the red and black latex next to her, "If either

of you looked closely enough you would notice that there are no ways

to remove these garments from these rubberoids. They are sealed into

them with no way out!"

"You see the old biddy that runs this shop designed this weird machine

to make latex clothing to order and form them around the bodies of

these rubberoids. That way any of her customers can have the play toy

of their fantasies courtesy of special order. My Daddy owns the

company that helped build the machine for the old biddy, and they also

help her maintain it. So for emergencies they have a key and I was

able to get the key from their files."

"What we are going to do is grab Becky and put her into a Latex Love

Doll Suit of my own special design and take her to a Fraternity party

that I know is happening tonight. After they've had their way for a

few days, then we can let her out. And warn her if she ever comes near

another boy on campus, she'll get the same thing only worse!"

Crissy and Mandy both start giggling along as they follow the devious

plan of their leader. Both look forward to treating the lovely and

popular Becky so roughly.

Suddenly Crissy stops and asks, "Alright that sounds wonderful but how

do we do all this without getting ourselves recognized?"

Margo stops stroking the erotic latex figures and turns smiling to her

friends, "That is another reason why we are here! Now follow me." With

that she turns and walks into the next room, taking the light with her.

The curiosity of the two brought them along behind, and they saw this

large machine with a conveyer leading into it. To one side they could

see a number of undressed rubberoids. Margo made straight for what

looked like the control panel of the machine.

"Alright Margo what now?" Crissy asked, watching with unease the

machine lurking to one side.

Without lifting her head Margo replied, "Now the two of you strip and

lay down on the conveyer."

Both Crissy and Mandy both yelp with surprise, and protest this decree

of Margo's.

"Stop it both of you!" Margo silences them both. "I first thought that

we could use some of the regular stuff from the store but there were

two reasons why that is a bad idea. First they are from the accounted

for stock and if anything happens to them they're disappearance would

be noticed. Secondly, and more importantly, I need a few trial runs to

make sure that I can do exactly what I want to do to Becky."

"Any further arguments?" Margo asks, her gaze daring either of them to

open their mouths. Reluctantly the two girls slowly disrobe and lay

down on the cold conveyer belt. Several moments pass and finally

Crissy raises her head to ask a question when Margo presses the final

button making the belt move.

Just as a set of arms reaches down and pulls Crissy into the machine,

she sees a figure on the stairs behind Margo. Since no one has

stepped forward to demand they explain themselves, she passes it off as

another rubberoid.

There are several minutes of hissing and chshunking. Despite Mandy's

very obvious desire to be anywhere else her devotion/fear of Margo

keeps her pinned to the conveyer belt waiting her turn. Finally the

belt moves forward and Mandy is grabbed by the machine.

Again there are several minutes of hissing and chshunking and then the

machine grows quiet. Margo begins to get worried about why her friends

have not returned to where she waits, and starts looking very closely

at the machine. From her close study she notices that there is a chute

leading into the outer room.

Returning to the other room Margo calls out to Crissy and Mandy,

flashing her light over the room. It is only after several passes that

she realizes that where there were 3 figures earlier, there are now 5.

Rushing over to the corner she sees her two friends tightly banded to

poles holding them in place. She can now hear each of them 'mmphing'

to her. This was all the noise that they could make past the gags that

Margo had included into their outfits. The sounds were so soft that

she had to be within a few feet to be able to hear them at all.

"Well here you two are! Do you know how worried I was when you didn't

tell me where you were?" Margo teased them. "All right, I know I did

not tell you about what I had chosen as your outfits for tonight, but I

felt them appropriate. Crissy I'm tired of your always questioning

everything I propose we do, so I decided to take advantage of this

opportunity. Mandy, well you rarely question my choices, but since you

are so quiet normally, I didn't think that you would really notice.

Besides I needed to practice that option for when we do this to Becky."

Pausing to let the two bound girls grow tired of their grunting at her,

Margo takes in their newly shaped forms. Each girl was dressed totally

in black latex. A single piece cat suit from the built in boots with

6" heels, to the sealed over helmet with openings at the nose for

breathing, and the mouth, with a built in gag strap. The gag was one

that was built into the suit but it could be unlocked, and left to

dangle but could not be removed from the suit. Over the eyes were

lenses to prevent anyone from seeing what color they were. Each and

every bit of their outfits was black, even the locks on the gags and

the straps holding the gags as well as other intruders lower down.

Two items changed their silhouette's that neither bound girl had been

told of. The first was that Margo had added greatly to their

bustlines. Each was now a generous 'D' cup, the latex falsies standing

firm and proud on their stringently presented chests. This addition

was made all the more startling by the built in corsets that reduced

their waists by several inches.

As she stood there looking them over, making no move to free them, each

girl began 'mmphing' again. Margo had to admit that the two of them

looked very erotic in their latex suits and straps. Finally she shook

her head and said, "All right I know you want free, so be quiet." Each

girl quieted and struggled to regain their breath.

"Oh and one or two more things, first off each of the 'intruders' that

I've chosen for you are held in by locked straps. And only if you keep

me happy and don't do anything stupid will I 'remember' where the keys

are!" Each girl began grunting wildly at her, struggling to free

themselves of her imposed choices.

"Well if your going to be that way about it, I'm going to get dressed

myself and then we'll be off. Just you two wait, I'll be right back."

They grunted at her and once again struggled uselessly against their

unyielding latex bonds. "Oh don't worry I'll make sure that the

automatic banding is disabled before I start my program." And with

that closed the door behind her.

Returning to the machines control panel, Margo takes her time modifying

the design of what the other two are wearing. She decides to by-pass

the internal prods leaving the locked access straps in. Of course she

removes the gag, as someone needs to be able to give orders! Another

change is the height of the heels, 6" heels combined with her 5'9"

height would make her stand out too much. So she opts for more normal

3" heels. Aside from these the only other adjustment she makes is to

disable the auto-pack subroutine. This part she triple checks to make

sure that she will not be bound to a post like the others were.

Finally satisfied she removes her clothes and sets the program for a

30 second delay. After which she quickly lays down on the belt and

waits for the machine to start.

Just as she is about to get up to check the controls, the belt jerks

into motion, causing Margo to grab it. She forces herself to let go of

the belt just before the arms reach down and drag her inside. At this

point the system pauses for a moment, the control screen's list of

selected options changing subtly. After only a few seconds the process

continues normally.

After a few minutes the machine quiets and a panel over near the chute

leading to the other room opens. Inside Margo's latex covered form is

stretched along a wooden pole, unbound. After a few moments she

stand's up, though all her movements are very stiff from the thick and

heavy latex bonded to her body. Several minutes pass as the latex

softens from her body heat and she gets used to moving in both her new

latex skin and the towering 6" heels.

It was when she first began to move about that Margo realized that the

prods that she had thought to have deleted from her selections had

indeed been installed. When she reached down to release the straps

that kept them in place for the other two, she found nothing to open to

remove the intruders. Bothered by the unexpected intruders shifting

within her, Margo is half way to the control panel before she realizes

that the heels she is wearing are 6" high. It is a very annoyed Margo

that returns to the control panel. After careful examination she finds

several annoying mistakes. First that she had deleted the locking

openable straps not the intruders. The other being that the machine

did not have an option for heels less than 6" high. Finding herself

undecided weather or not there was enough time to run herself through

the machine a second time and remove the unwanted prods, the machine

entered a cleaning/restock subroutine that would take over an hour

to complete.

Margo cursed the machines designer and shrugging her shoulders, moved

off to the other room to collect her co-conspirators.

Margo had not taken the time to look at herself in a mirror so she did

not understand the vision that she presented to Crissy and Mandy. What

they saw was a towering figure of glossy black latex with dramatically

large, firm breasts and a tiny waist approaching them. They struggled

in fear and whimpered into their gags.

Being focused on finding something to cut the latex straps that bound

them to the pole, Margo was not paying attention to their reactions.

It was only after she found some cutters and began to cut them free

that she noticed their condition.

"Oh you Ninnies! It's just me, Margo. I'm getting you free so that we

can go get Becky. Now just shut up and let me work."

It was a shock hearing her voice coming from this exotic sexual

creature, but they were both relieved to know it was her and that they

would soon be freed.

Not being able to tell them apart, due to their identical costumes,

Margo just picked one and released her first. It happened to be Mandy

that took the first steps of freedom and almost collapsed from the

effort of moving in the heavy latex and towering heels. Margo caught

her and helped her move about. When she was sure her friend could

manage on her own, Margo turned to the remaining bound form. Though

Crissy was more athletic, she also needed help moving at first.

Watching the two of them moving about, Margo realized that she had done

too good a job. The unbroken smoothness of their latex skins combined

with their now staggering curves, made for a sight that would stop

traffic for miles.

"You two keep on getting comfortable moving around, we need a few more

things." With that comment, Margo left them and entered the front part

of the store.

By the time that Crissy and Mandy were used to moving around in their

new skins, they had found the probes getting interesting. As they

walked about, the latex skin pulled the rubber intruders this way and

that, causing them very interesting sensations.

Before either one of them could be overcome with interest in these new

feelings, Margo returned with an armful of black latex. She handed

each of them a latex trenchcoat saying, "I think that we need these to

help make the image perfect."

As Margo, Crissy and Mandy, buttoned and belted their coats, they

discovered new levels in restriction. Each found the latex of the

coats heavy and tight, giving them new feelings of .... Something that

each liked but would not yet admit to.

Leaving everything tightly secured, Margo gathered up her companions

along with some remaining latex items and left to acquire Becky.

* * * * *

Upstairs eyes watched the car carrying the 3 vengeful girls drive away.

Turning, Mrs Cartright patted the new monitor in her office. She had

originally wanted one up here to work in quiet and to be able to see

what the system was doing without the long walk. Only its first day

and it has been useful in ways that she had never thought of.

Sitting at her desk, she quickly checked a number and dialed the phone.

"Hello Mr Bond? How are you this evening? And how is your newest

rubberoid doing?"

". . . ."

"That's wonderful to hear. I know it is late and that you probably

have plans, but I just came up with 3.. No 4 more rubberoids in the

same series as your latest one. Would you be interested in any of

them?"

". . . ."

"Wonderful, could you come over now? I know its an imposition, but I

think that I will need your help with this batch."

". . . ."

"Splendid I'll see you then."

* * * * *

A car pulls into the alley behind the shop, stopping close to the

door. Three treanchcoated figures climb out, two going to the trunk,

the other going to the door. From the trunk is pulled a weakly

struggling form, the door is held open as it is carried inside.

Once inside the door is relocked and the entire party heads for the

machine room. There the lights are turned on by the tallest of the

three women. One of the carriers grunts at her.

"Oh Crissy, don't worry. I noticed last time that there are no windows

in this room. Now put her down over there," Margo points at a spot

near the conveyer belt.

Margo, Crissy, and Mandy stand looking down at their victim. Becky has

been bound with rubber straps, each tightly knotted, over what looks

like a wet towel. Other straps keep wads of rubber stuffed into her

mouth and cover her eyes. Feeling herself on a hard cold floor, Becky

rolls onto her side and tries to curl up, sobbing from fear.

"That's right Bitch, cry! You'll pay for stealing my boyfriend!" Margo

growls. Then she moves over to the control panel of the machine.

"Perfect it has finished its cleaning routine. Remove the towel, but

leave the straps on. Hurry! I want her on the belt NOW!" Margo

commands.

It takes Crissy and Mandy a few minutes to get the towel free without

letting Becky lose as well. As they prepare her for the machine, Margo

works on inputting her costume design for Becky.

"Tight and thick, yes... make the corset tighter... make this part

red... this one too.... change this... put bumps and stuff on the

inside of this... and finally lots and lots of boning! Once this is

on her there's no way that she will be able to move any part of her

body more than a few inches in any direction!" Looking up from her

work, "Do you two ninnies have her ready yet?!"

Margo sees that Becky is just now being placed on the belt, with a

figure on either side holding her struggling form in place. She notes

that her 'slaves' have removed their coats, probably to handle Becky

more easily.

"Good, now here we go!" Starting the program, Margo walks over in time

to see the machine place Becky's form on a rubber sheet deep inside

itself before the doors close.

As Margo follows Becky's progress through the machine, both the other

latex clad women are busy with thoughts of their own. Crissy watches

Margo and the control panel, probably thinking of ways to get revenge

on bossy Margo. Mandy has taken a few steps back and is quietly but

furiously working on an orgasm, rubbing her crotch and working her

breasts as best she can.

Finally the machine finishes and Margo can hear Becky's form being

deposited with the other bound rubberoids. Margo and Crissy quickly

cross over into the next room, neither noticing that Mandy is not with

them.

As they approach the newest rubberoid, Margo raises the beam of her

flashlight to see her creation. What they see is very much like one

of those blow up latex love dolls advertised in the papers, but there

are some amazing differences.

First off instead of an imitation flesh tone skin, this one has glossy

black latex over most of its body, its breasts, lips, pussy lips and

the ring of its ass are all an intense red. Also inside this gleaming

latex skin is a living woman, the only part of her that shows she is

not just a doll are her eyes. Their frantic movement can be seen quite

clearly.

Margo smiles and walks closer, "Let me see if my 'special enhancements'

are properly installed." Walking right up to Becky's helplessly bound

form, Margo looks her victim straight in the eyes as she licks two of

her fingers and slides them up between Becky's pussy lips. With a soft

groan from the bound rubberiod, her fingers slide in effortlessly. As

Margo's fingers rudely explore into her helplessness, Becky's eyes

flair wide and beg her tormentor for mercy.

"Perfect! Just the way that I wanted it to be." Margo chuckles. Crissy

also comes forward and caresses Becky's helpless form. As she

squeezes and strokes the new rubberoids body, Crissy notices that the

red latex over the breasts is very thin. Feeling impish she reaches

out and strokes Becky's nipples, and watches as they grow stiff from

her touch. Becky wails as Crissy cruelly pinches her sensitized flesh.

Margo picks up the cutter that she used to free Crissy and Mandy

earlier, Crissy seeing this humms a question. "Oh don't worry my girl,

I want to see if everything else came off as well. She won't be able

to get away, trust me."

The look Crissy gives Margo, shows how much she now regrets trusting

the taller girl earlier. But she stands back and watches what happens

next.

Becky sees the cutter and hops that she will be freed of the awful pole

that holds her so completely immobile. Margo cuts the band that holds

the rubberiods hands pined, and the arms immediately snap forward.

Becky groans from the returning circulation and tries to flex her arms,

but they refuse to move.

As Margo moves upward to release the strap on Becky's upper torso, the

arms pop forward yet again. Now the rubberoids arms look as if they

are holding an imaginary lover, with one hand at about shoulder level

the other at about the waist. Becky once again tries to move her arms,

and this time she is almost able to straighten them before they snap

back into position.

Quickly Margo cuts the remaining straps and lays Becky's rubber

entrapped body on the floor. Crissy steps closer and gives an

impressed "Hmm". For Becky is now flat on her back with her arms still

curved in front of her, her fingers fused into a smooth curve and held

there with the same stay's that lock her arms into their position.

Becky's legs are also laden with stays, they are spread wide and bent

at the knee. This leaves the toes just touching the ground and gives

total access to both of her lower openings.

Margo reaches down and rolls the rubberoid over so that she is now

supported by her knees and her forearms. This shoves her ass high in

the air and makes it beckon for someone to come play. Becky's efforts

prove worthless, and she begins to understand exactly how trapped she

now is. She moans with despair.

Margo laughs at this, "Don't worry Becky... or should I say Dolly?

We'll take you to some boys that will know just what to do with you!

Then we'll come back in the morning and see if they will let us have

you back." Turning away, "Come along slave, we have more to do."

Crissy glares at Margo's retreating back before following along, her

rage impotent until she can get the drop on the bitchy Margo.

Once back in the other room, Margo strides to the control panel and

starts to program the new outfit she has in mind for her 'Mistress'

persona, the one that she will use to deliver the Becky rubberoid doll

to the fraternity house. It is only after she is almost finished with

her adjustments that she notices Crissy watching her movements. With

a shiver, she understands what her rebellious companion has in mind for

her.

"Oh no! No Crissy, you will not get away with taking control away from

me! This is MY night and I'll have the last say." With this she grabs

Crissy, who struggles hard, but with her additional height and being

able to breath more easily, Margo subdues her in no time.

Thinking quickly, and grabbing a nearby harness, Margo is able to strap

Crissy's hands behind her back. Taking the larger double loop of the

harness and putting it about Crissy's shoulders, Margo is able to pull

her friends hands high up her back. Noting how the red rubber of the

harness is set off by the black rubber that is acting as skin for

Crissy now.

Dragging Crissy to her feet, Margo pulls her over to the post at the

bottom of the stairs. Hanging from there are several collars and

leashes. Margo chooses a red one with a 4" collar and forces it about

Crissy's throat. The height forcing her head to look upwards and

keeping it from moving in any direction.

Margo decides to deliver a few hard swats to the exposed bottom cheeks

of her prisoner, before returning to complete the programming for her

'Mistress' attire. In her excitement having forgotten about her other

companion, Mandy.

Once back at the control panel, Margo rechecks her work so far. The

cat suit she is currently wearing will be replaced by a pair of crotch

high boots (black), a pair of latex panties with studs (green to match

her eyes), a bustier that leaves her midriff bare (also green), latex

gloves that reach up to her shoulders (black), a tight hobble skirt

(the trench coat had given her some interesting ideas)that zip's up the

front (black), and a helmet that covers everything of her head except

for her mouth and chin (green).

Before she places herself on the conveyer belt, Margo makes sure that

the auto-pack function of the machine is once again turned off. That

confirmed she steps over to the belt and lays down. Having only given

the machine a 15 second delay it begins to move before she can become

nervous.

As happened last time she entered the machine, just after the doors

close upon her, the programmed routine pauses. This time instead of

small changes, her 'Mistress' program is replaced by the latex love

doll program used on Becky. And then there is an additional pause as

several of the options are modified.

At the bottom of the stairs, Crissy hears Margo start the program and

struggles furiously to free herself. But as she had discovered just

moments before, the latex binding her is far stronger than she is.

Panting heavily from her rage and her exertions, Crissy pauses to get

her breath back. This leaves her eyes loosely focused on the darkness

at the top of the stairs. Her eyes go wider than they have ever been

before as she sees forms descending towards her.

* * * *

Margo squirms furiously as she impotently fights the heavy latex bands

that hold her immovably to the pole. On the floor beside her Becky's

struggling has flipped her onto her side, from where she can see Margo

completely. Somehow knowing that her new companion in bondage is her

enemy Margo, Becky begins to laugh. In her struggles she has seen

that she now possesses red breasts, and seeing the bound figure next to

her she understands that her tormenter is now to share the same fate as

her victim.

Hearing the sharp report of high heels coming her way, Margo pauses to

regain her breath. Thinking that she knows who it is that approaches

with the flashlight, she prepares herself to apologize and act

contrite. As yet she hasn't realized what she is wearing.

The figure stops a few feet away, the beam of the light flashing first

over the Becky rubberoid, then the Margo rubberoid. Then the beam

rises to illuminate the figures face.

"Surprised?" The face is a total stranger, a lovely older woman still

in the prime of her beauty. Raising her voice, "Mr Bond, if you would

be so kind?"

The lights of the room came on, causing the darkness adapted eyes of

Margo and Becky to wince. By the time they could see comfortably, the

woman had been joined by an older man with two helpless captives in

his wake. She could tell which one was Crissy because she could still

see the red harness and by the red collar and leash. Crissy was now

sporting a blindfold and a set of very short hobbles. The other one

could only be Mandy, at first it appeared that she no longer possessed

arms. It was only after she stumbled and flailed with her bound arms

that Margo could see that they were welded into a single tube of

rubber. Mandy was also wearing a blindfold and short hobbles.

"My dear next time you decide to steal a key, use it the same day. I

have been almost living here waiting to see if anyone would use it,"

The woman told her. Now she had a name, this was Mrs Cartright the

owner.

Margo groaned. "Yes, it was reported to me two days ago when I placed

a work order for my machine. Now young lady, what are we to do with

you hooligans? While you may not have broken in, you have entered

without permission, stolen hundreds of pounds worth of rubber, placed

undue wear and tear on my equipment, as well as causing me excessive

worry."

As she speaks, Mrs Cartright walks about each of the 4 girls, as if she

were sizing them up. "Now I believe that you owe me a great deal of

money. I do not choose to honor the credit of thieves, so I will only

take cash. I also know that you do not have the amount that I demand

you pay, since I've already confiscated your clothing and purses."

"Hmmm, now what do you suppose that leaves?" She glances from bound

form to bound form. The man is standing quietly to one side watching

with great interest and amusement, as if he already knows the answer

but is enjoying the journey to it.

With a smile the woman continues, "It leaves the four of you working it

off! As of this moment you are all stock in my store!"

This pronouncement triggers frantic struggling in each of the girls.

Margo is totally helpless and her efforts yeild the least. Becky

thrashes wildly and is able to roll back and forth, but the effort

quickly exhausts her. The struggles of Crissy and Mandy cause them to

fall over, each though is caught and lowered to the floor safely. From

here each of them has their leash pulled back and run through a ring on

their bound hands and tied off on the hobble chain.

The man turns to Mrs Cartright, "I noticed that you made some changes

in the second run of the love dolly. Would you care to share what they

were?"

"Certainly Mr Bond, the girl here had some good ideas, but forgot to

think about what to do if you choose to leave your dolly dressed this

way for any length of time." As she says this the two step over to

Margo, who fails to understand what they mean.

As Mrs Cartrights hands reach up, Margo's eyes follow her every move,

causing her eyes to cross as Mrs Cartright manipulates something in

the bound girls mouth. With a twist, the red tube that filled Margo's

mouth is removed.

Suddenly realization hits, "GHOOOO! OOOOOOOO!" She now understands

that she is now a latex love dolly, with all her openings propped open

for anyone to use.

Quickly Mrs Cartright shoves the tube back into Margo's mouth. "Well

that was unexpected. But you noticed how easy it was to return it?"

"Yes indeed Mrs Cartright, I would have thought it much harder judging

by her reaction."

Chuckling Mrs Cartright replies, "Yes that was rather intense. But you

see the secret is the rubber wedges installed between her teeth. They

serve as a two part safe guard. One is to insure that there is no

problem in returning the latex sleeve, the other one is to prevent her

from doing any damage to anything that might be placed inside that

sleeve. Such as something you, my dear, might just have."

Both chuckle at her comment, then Mr Bond offers Mrs Cartright his arm

and the two walk back towards her office, leaving the new rubberiods

to themselves.

"Mrs Cartright, I've got a wonderful idea. I'm not sure that I can

truly appreciate having all these rubberiods for myself. What if we

were to throw a party and raffle one of them as the door prize? There

might just happen to be a few buyers there to take the others off our

hands, and mayhap a few opportunities for more rubberoids in this

series as well."

"Why Mr Bond, are you suggesting a partnership?" asks Mrs Cartright.

"My dear lady, I do believe that I am." And with this, they turn off

the light and close the door.

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The end of this chapter. Perhaps another is to follow?

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