Stern Manor

Stern Manor

by Rbbral

rbbral@yahoo.ca

Number 1

The Range Rover pulled up outside the large country house that was well hidden in expansive parkland. Privacy was paramount – there were electric gates, warning signs, CCTV cameras and high walls. To the outsider no one would know that a house was there, or what went on there. The beautiful woman who exited the car was met by three equally stunning women at the front door. This in itself was not strange, but what made it bizarre were their clothes.

The driver of the car was maybe 35, with short black hair with grey streaks. She was tall, over 6 feet, partly due to the precipitous heels, for she was wearing boots with 5 inches. Underneath the knee-length cape of shiny black rubber, held together with a gold clasp at the neck, she wore a skin-tight catsuit of gunmetal grey rubber. It fitted her superbly, like a painted skin, and only her hands and head were uncovered. A small zip ran from her belly button, through her crotch and up her back to her neck. The only other apparel was a stiffly boned black and red corset, extending from her hips to under her prominent breasts. It was front laced with bright brass buckles and it pulled her waist to an impressive hourglass shape.

She smiled and hugged each of the three women – almost girls – in turn. Amazingly, they were either in their late-teens or early twenties. In their own way, each was stunning.

Miko was Japanese, only about 5 feet 6 inches tall; slim, with jet-black page boy hair. Her limbs were slim and waist tiny and unlike many of her race, her breasts were quite large and firm. Although she looked harmless and innocent, nothing was further from this viewpoint. She wore a scarlet red dress, short but with long sleeves and white frills at the neck hem and wrists. The shirt was flared and finished at mid-thigh, barely hiding the tops of her shocking pink stockings, held up by suspenders under her tight pink bikini panties. Her hands were encased in pink latex gloves and her feet in patent leather flat shoes. There was a child-like innocence to her costume, something that belied her character.

“Miko, my dear, have you been behaving yourself? I hope you have not been too hard on our guests.” The older woman said, holding her hands together.

“Oh no, mistress, I have been very fair with them, but…you know…sometimes I get a little carried away if they are slow in responding and I have to discipline them.” The other two girls looked at the ground, smiling but saying nothing. Mistress Stern was no fool, and said.

“Mmm, well I think I’ll leave that for the moment.” She smiled knowingly and moved on.

“Michelle, ma cherie, and how is my naughty French maid?” She asked and the young girl smiled demurely, but with a twinkle in her eye. She was the image of French beauty, tall, about 5 feet 10 inches with a slim, long limbed physique. She had long mousy hair pulled back loosely and tied at her neck.

“Bonjour maitresse,” she said and pecked her mistress on both cheeks. Michelle was dressed in the classic French maid’s uniform, all in latex. There was a short dress and flared skirt, with four layers of white rubber petticoats underneath. She wore black stockings with suspenders and white frilly panties. There were more frills at her neck and at her elbows covering elbow length black gloves. Finally she wore a pretty white apron. She had large breasts that pushed out the uniform provocatively. Her legs were spectacular, long and slim but well muscled, all the more attractive due to the 5 inch heels she was wearing. Her English was faltering.

“It is so wonderful to have you back. Our guests have been hard but we have managed well, c’est vrai?” She looked at Miko and they smiled conspiratorially.

“Yes, I can imagine.” Mistress Stern nodded knowingly. “And how is my English rose?” She hugged the third girl, seemingly barely 20 in years. She was indeed an English rose. Tall and slim with peaches and cream complexion, her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her body, although slim, was muscular, her breasts large and firm.

“We did miss you so, Mistress.” They hugged.

“Thank you Emma, my dear.”

“I think we have coped well.” She replied in her privately educated, upper-class accent. “Medically all our guests are well, even number 8, her withdrawal is coming along well.” Despite her years, only maybe 25 on reflection, Emma was the medical expert and was dressed as such, in a rubber parody of a nurse’s uniform. All in white, with 4 inch white high heels, stockings and suspender belt, tight tunic to just above the knees and a with high neck and buttoned up the front. She had a high mandarin collar and ruffled sleeves to the elbow covering white latex gloves. On her chest, over her breasts was a red cross and another adjacent to her crotch. Only her head was not covered by latex. Her English innocence belied her firm matronly manner!

They went into the house together, Michelle taking Mistress Stern’s bags upstairs. After a short discussion about her 7 days holiday, Mistress Stern addressed the three younger women.

“Well I can’t wait to get started. Isn’t it wonderful when you love what you do? I want to see all our guests and you can give me a progress report on each of them, numbers 1 to 8. If there is any procedure to be done, disciplinary or medical, well, we have all day. I hope you are well prepared, I am raring to go.” They all smiled in anticipation, Miko spoke.

“We have a number of indoctrination procedures planned today. We are so happy you came back early. We could spend most of the day with them. They will need all of us there.”

“Excellent, then why are we waiting?” She took off her cape and the four of them giggling like schoolgirls went down in an elevator and with a key and secret lock took them to the basement. The doors opened to a long corridor with four doors on each side and a single door at the end. As they walked down the corridor they passed the doors, each marked with a number 1 to 8 and each with an observation and serving hatch. A file holder was attached to each door, which were activated by a combination code. The only sound was the clattering of their heels on the dark stone and the hum of the air conditioning. The only light was from the pot lights in the ceiling. The walls and ceiling were painted a shiny black. The whole of the basement was built like a bomb shelter – or a prison - air tight, sound resistant, perfect for Mistress Stern and her associates.

In anticipation the four were becoming excited as they entered the door at the end of the corridor. Before the lights were turned on, an overwhelming pungent aroma of rubber assailed them. The room was everything one would expect a dungeon to be, and more. The walls were either latex drapes or mirrors and the floor thick rubber tiles, red and black chequered. The room was 30 feet by 40 feet and was packed with contraptions and instruments to boggle the eye and mind. All of Mistress Stern’s past guests on entering the room for the first time had been shocked and horrified by what they saw and of what had befallen them. The girls always enjoyed their reaction. Some would fight, some would be cowed, but all would be overcome, be transformed into the client’s specific requirements and finally packaged and sent on their way.

Mistress Stern had grown very rich by providing her rich clients with precisely the required product. Many packages had been acquired, altered, indoctrinated, adapted and then moved on. In the large room there was a shower and toilet and make-up area. There was a gyn/ob chair with straps at strategic points, an operating table with straps and overhead lights, and an adjacent large cupboard with sterilizing equipment and operating instruments. In cupboards along one wall were a large assortment of latex clothes of all designs and sizes – stockings, gloves, masks, dresses, shoes; as well as vibrators, dildos, and catheters, enemas and forced feeding equipment. There were inflatable hoods and suits, a vacuum bed and a suspended single leg body bag. Chains dangled from a grid of tubular steel suspended below the ceiling. A whipping post was front and centre. The shower was six by six feet with cuffs on chains from the ceiling and a red rubber enema bag ready.

To the rubber fetishist dominant or submissive – this was heaven or hell - but a vision sought after! To the normal observer, it would be a terrifying sight, as it was to most of those who entered for the first time. To the four women however, this was their playroom, their home where they could earn their huge fees by taking unsuspecting innocents from their previous lives, and permanently change them into their client’s wishes. That might be a living rubber doll encased in latex, removed of independent thought and opinion, merely a plaything; or a geisha, a pony girl or a more compliant mistress.

They carried out body modification, certain areas enhanced and others reduced; they were experts at piercing and ringing, and tattooing. Their practice included perfect obedience training, hair removal, plastic surgery and if necessary teeth removal. Mistress Stern had surgical training and with Emma’s assistance had undertaken some medical procedures. In fact there was very little that Miss Stern would not do for a client! The women had little sympathy or compassion for their guests, occasionally they would feel a twinge as they sent a package off, to be used and abused somewhere in the world for the rest of its life. They thought of it in the end, as an “it” for that is what they became after their training, a commodity to be dealt with, and a handsome reward at the end. Some would fight the inevitability of it, but all would be broken in the end. Their previous life – friends, family, home and job had ended. They were resigned to their future life, whatever that held.

Number 1 - Part 2

The four women didn’t just do this for the money; they were so good at it because they loved their work! They took pride in the transformation, the gradual indoctrination, education and breaking down of an independent, strong young woman, which is what the majority of the guests were, although there was a gradually increasing number of male client’s now. There was an air of supreme confidence about these women, despite their young ages. They were the best at what they did and they liked the client, and the guest, to know it! They walked to the cupboards and Miss Stern said.

“Now then, our number 1, Miko, how is our African Queen today? What have we planned for her?”

“Still a lot of fight in her,” Miko laughed, “but as you know, so far all we have done is the steel collar and large ear rings. The collar is now five inches high, and we added a ring four days ago. The rubber cushioning at her shoulders and chin is helping her settle, but she is not too happy.” Miko smiled at the thought of her discomfort. Here was a brilliant young lawyer, a beautiful black woman of 30, her life full of opportunity and optimism. Following a chance encounter with an African prince, she will now become his African princess! It was not her choice, she did not think too much of the man, but he thought enough of her to leave Miss Stern with specific instructions for her transformation and transportation.

She of course fought like a tiger when abducted, but three women experienced in the abduction process were too much for her. First an inflatable rubber helmet with inhalation bag and breathing tube almost shut down then, when quietened, stripped and crammed into a body bag, zipped up, folded and dumped into a laundry basket – no more lawyer! Gone, disappeared, never to surface again. Miko said.

“I want to finish off her jewellery today. We have received the cuffs and anklets. They are beautiful, they have scroll on the outside, but they mark her clearly as a slave, as well as a princess.” Miko showed Mistress Stern the cuffs; two inches wide with thin foam rubber on the inside, the small lock and connecting ends almost invisible.

“Mmm, excellent, and we have only the one key for the client?”

“Yes, if he loses that they’ll never come off. I also want to ring her today, we’ll do everything so that she really gets the message and then we can concentrate on stretching her neck, but so we don’t get any nerve damage that will take some time.” Mistress Stern gently touched Miko’s cheek.

“Ah Miko, I don’t know if your cruel streak is even wider than mine. So we have, let me see; septum, nipples and labia. That should be fun, not for number 1 of course. Well, let’s get masked and armed!”

Each of the women scrambled for the top drawer and made their selection. Emma, the nurse chose a white mask with a red cross on the forehead. She pulled it tight over her head, and Michelle helped her pull her blonde ponytail through a hole in the crown. Michelle chose black, to match her saucy costume, with perspex eyes, and mouth and nose holes. Miko chose red with black edging around her eyes and mouth and Mistress Stern a gunmetal grey to match her catsuit. All of them were ready and admired each other in the mirror – a vision that would surely intimidate number 1. They strode out of the room; four rubber clad dominas ready for business. They clattered down the corridor, grim smiles of anticipation under their masks. Michelle punched the code on the door marked “1” and Mistress Stern led in the team. The room was about 15 feet by 25 feet with a small bathroom to the side. The floor was black and white rubber tiles and all the walls were studded black rubber, insulated for sound. To the side there was a small kitchen. CCTV and microphones were set in the ceiling, with air conditioning outlets and pot lights. There were no windows. One wall housed cupboards and drawers all of rubber clothing and restraint equipment. A TV and DVD were in one wall, the DVD’s being mostly bondage and fetish productions. A double bed was in the corner, with steel tubing at the head and foot boards. The sheets and pillows were of latex. A couple of easy chairs and a table comprised the living room portion and on bed lay number 1!

She stood up as the women entered. She was quite stunning in her white latex panties and bra. Despite her position and the intimidating presence of the three women, she seemed cool and quite belligerent.

“Look this is insane, you have to give this up, release me and the others and nothing more will be said, otherwise you are in big trouble.”

“Oh dear number 1, for a brilliant solicitor, you really have not cottoned on yet, have you? We have been doing this for a while, very successfully too, you are the one that is in big trouble, number 1, and unless you co-operate, which you surely will, your stay with us will be long and unpleasant.” Mistress Stern smiled confidently behind her mask as the others stood at her side, looking at number 1 with dispassion.

“You’re crazy; get me out of this damn neck brace now. I can hardly move my head. I don’t give a damn about your stupid African prince, and your slave trade operation. Look at you, all dressed like that, why don’t you just go off to some fetish party and get your rocks off.” Mistress Stern observed her coolly, and then turned to her cohorts, who nodded in amusement.

“The neck brace stays on, number 1, after all it is an honour to wear it and I understand the height of fashion. We propose in the next few weeks to add several more until you are a true Nubian tribeswoman, proud and erect.”

“I am not a number, I am not a tribeswoman. I am an English lawyer, born and bred here and you can’t turn me into some plaything, some bartered bride for a crazy African prince.”

“Oh, my dear, but that is precisely what we can and will do. Say goodbye to your previous life – gone forever. Now look forward to your new life. Now I am here to tell you that the neck hoops are only one of your adornments, and we are going to provide you with more today, so you must come with us to our playroom. Number 1, it is no use you fighting, it is utterly pointless….”

But the proud young lawyer did choose to fight and got off a couple of shots, which glanced off the rubber clothes of the four assailants. Quickly though, she was subdued, with a tight leather belt and attached wrist cuffs.

“Number 1, I don’t want a lot of screaming and whatever; now are you going to behave?”

“No way, you crazy bitches, I’ll not give in to you easily, you just w….arrrghh…unnk…mmmfff.” Efficiently Michelle had produced a large red ball gag and coming from behind had crammed it hard into number 1’s gaping mouth, pulling hard on the straps until they dug into her cheeks. Number 1 glared at her captors, venom in her eyes.

“I admire a fighter, number 1, it makes our job all the more fun, but we will break you, sooner or later.” They dragged her out of the room, down the corridor and into their playroom. She cringed at the sight of all the contraptions. Despite her struggling they soon had her placed face up on the operating table under the harsh lights with her arms and legs strapped to the steel piping at the sides. Firstly they had removed her bra and panties, admiring her fine brown breasts, black nipples and thick bush. She could still wriggle slightly but it did not stop Michelle removing her ankle cuffs one at a time, and snapping on the ornamental anklets. Quietly Mistress Stern explained the locks and the single key to be in the possession of her master. The 2 inch wide steel cuff with rubber padding fitted perfectly, snug above her ankle bone. Number 1 grunted in displeasure but soon Michelle and Miko had placed the two wrist cuffs on her, also a good snug fit.

“That was easy, number 1, and painless, but the next procedures will be longer and a lot more painful.” Number 1 grunted and dribble rolled down the sides of her cheeks.

“We are going to ring you, like your ears, but in more intimate and sensitive areas.” Number 1 gave a startled look as Miko drew a tight strap from one side of the table across her forehead and fixed it to the other side. Her startled eyes blinked and teared up as she tried to scream into the gag. Emma, all in white rubber with the red crosses over her brow, chest and groin, with a small rubber covered finger smeared an antiseptic coagulant. Then Miko approached with a metal piercing gun in her hand and prising apart her nostrils squeezed the ends of the gun up her nose, aligned the heads to her septum and squeezed. As number 1 jerked in pain and clamped down on her gag, Mistress Stern nodded to Michelle and Emma and they drew two further straps across her body, now virtually gluing her to the gurney.

Number 1 was now breathing heavily, spittle on either side of her face, her eyes crunched. Miko then slid a sterilised one inch metal ring up one nostril and through the septum hole, then with an attachment to the gun like a pair of tiny pliers she squeezed the self locking ring closed, sealing it in her nose permanently. Like a bull at a country fair number 1 was now ringed. The ring was in fine steel and could only be removed with sharp cutters. It rested over her upper lip and would be a constant reminder to her of her servitude.

“Here, admire your new adornment.” Mistress Stern said, and raised a mirror in front of her captive. Number 1 wailed into her gag at the sight of the bright steel ring, now a permanent addition to her anklets, wrist cuffs and ear rings.

“It’s not over yet, number 1, not by a long way. The next will be more painful yet, but you must be made beautiful for your master, yes?”

Michelle now daubed the salve over number 1’s black nipples, gently squeezing them in her rubber-covered fingers and making them erect. Oh, my God, she thought, they are going to do the same with my nipples! Michelle pulled up number 1’s breast by the nipple and Miko expertly pierced the base of the nipple. Number 1 shuddered and gargled into her gag, but could do nothing as a one inch steel self-locking ring was slid through and locked on. The process was repeated on the other nipple in complete silence, number 1 now in a state of shock, and the four women in business-like mode.

“Good, not many to go now!” Mistress Stern said, and placed a gentle hand on number1’s forehead. More, thought number 1, and felt warm water at her pussy as Emma was soaping her groin! Then she felt the smooth swipe of a razor and realised that Emma was shaving her, slowly and meticulously, parting her lips and gliding the razor over her coolly. Shortly her pussy was bare naked, cool and exposed and she could do nothing.

“Excellent Emma, now it is your honour down there, I believe.” The other girls giggled and Emma smiled as she gently salved number1’s shaved pussy, gently parting her lips and salving her both inside and out. Despite her fear and pain number 1 groaned into her gag and tried to clench her lips using her abdominal muscles.

“My, I do believe that number 1 is getting some pleasure here – and that is good, for the pain will come soon enough.” There were four rings to be embedded, not horizontally but lengthwise, parallel to number1’s vertical smile, and opposite each other; two each side. Emma went about her work in studious silence, her white mask leaning over number 1’s crotch and her blonde hair falling to one side. The others watched in appreciative silence, only the rasping of number1’s breath breaking the quiet. Within ten minute the labia were pierced eight times and the four rings passed through and self-locked. It must have hurt, tremendously. Despite the salve, beads of sweat had risen over her body and she was shaking in pain. Michelle gently dabbed the sweat and smiled down at her, trying to calm her, but tears poured from her eyes and dribble down her cheeks.

Number 1’s head strap was released and she was able to move her head slightly despite the constricting collar of steel rings. Michelle tenderly placed her hands under number 1’s head and raised it, saying.

“Alors, ma cherie, look at your pretty ringed bosoms, and look in the mirror there at your beautiful ringed womanhood.” She looked down, snuffling through her gag at her demise. For it was a demise now; there was much less fight in her. The pain was now easing but she was still in shock from this gross violation. She saw four steel rings glinting at her black lips and just as she was wondering why they were vertical, Miko produced two small, ornate silver padlocks and locked the two lower rings together and then the two upper rings.

“Your master of course has the key. You will be able to urinate, douche and menstruate; the hole is large enough for that. However, you will not be able to pleasure yourself; or with of course another man. Your clitoris hood is well sealed, so that only your master will satisfy you, when he chooses!”

They released her and in a daze she sat up, still gagged.

“You won’t scream now, will you, my dear? There seems little point in that now.” Number 1 nodded weakly, her steel encased wrists and ankles flopping at her sides off the end of the gurney. Mistress Stern nodded at Michelle, who appeared to adopt the sympathetic role.

“Ma cherie, let’s get this horrible gag out of your pretty mouth mmm? My, you look so beautiful, adorned with your master’s rings of slavery.” Emma handed her a pair of panties and a bra and she carefully drew them on. Both were in bright white latex and the panties were crotchless so that her padlocks slipped through the hole and dangled between her legs. The bra also had holes, so her ringed nipples peeped through. She whimpered but said nothing. She looked meekly at the other women, all the fight out of her now. Mistress Stern approached her and gently lifted her septum ring. Number 1 winced.

“You are now a fine Nubian princess, you have the rings of slavery of your master, but you should wear them with pride. Let’s feel your neck here, mmm, quite a bit of room already. Well, why don’t we add another ring now?”

“Oh no, please not another ring, please.” She sobbed.

“Now there, number 1, I had hoped you were now resigned not to fight this, mmm?” This silenced poor number 1 and Emma approached with another steel ring. Michelle tenderly raised number 1’s chin, whispering something sympathetic in her ear, stretching her neck at back and front, Mistress Stern gently pushed down the coils onto the rubber padding at her shoulders and a quarter inch gap was created. Number 1 winced and moaned but did move further as Emma manoeuvred the flexible coil around her neck and under chin and squeezed the steel together. An ominous self-locking click sealed it in place, a horrible metaphor for number1’s fate being sealed as well. She could not move at all now.

“Please,” she gasped, “it’s too tight, I can’t….”

“Don’t fret, my dear, your body will adjust, it will be uncomfortable for a day or two, but soon you will be ready for more rings. Eventually you will have four more rings, so you will be tall, erect and proud.”

“Can I go to my room now?” Number 1 whispered, all fight out of her now.

“Why of course, my dear, off you go.” Mistress Stern was ecstatic at the transformation. There was no more belligerence; simply a wish for some privacy to dwell on her future. Unsteadily number 1 walked to the door, down the corridor, into her room marked 1, and quietly closed the door.

“Well, that was a bit of a shocker,” said Emma “I know it was really painful but I thought we would get more of a fight, she was so compliant.”

“Well let’s not count our chickens! She is in shock and pain, and she may have some fight yet, but all in all, it went very well.” They hugged each other in mutual congratulation.

“Okay, let’s not waste time here, what have we in store for number 2? I really can’t wait; number 1 has just whetted my appetite.”