While "Jason" squirmed, Mr.While "Jason" squirmed, Mr. Dodds led "Flora" to a small platform with a long rod sticking up from it. Small metal clamps on the platform mated with his boots at heel and toe, fastening them rigidly to the floor. A turn of a thumbscrew allowed the telescoping core of the rod to reach up to "Flora's" ass. The threaded end was snaked through the hole in the girdle, and mated neatly with the socket in the dildo. With a few turns of Dodd's wrist, the rod was secure. With the rigid steel boots immovable, the rod now impaling his bottom, and the stiff corset clamping his waist, "Flora" found it quite impossible to move, other than with a slight bend at the hips. "There!" remarked Mr. Dodds, "I think we are ready for the Grand Exhibit. I wanted you to be in a receptive frame of mind for this, to better appreciate what you are seeing. Flora, you ought to find this especially interesting, in light of your recent ordeal on Mandy's clever little treadmill. "The person under those layers of rubber is, of course, my occasional slave and lover, Mandy. What you must understand is that Mandy has been my slave for quite a few more years than you and she have been together. She has undergone tests of physical endurance that you cannot even imagine. This will be one of the more enjoyable ones. Perhaps I should explain what I have done. "The sculpture you see before you is composed of a layer of rubber about a quarter-inch thick. It completely covers the thick latex suit Mandy has on under it. It also bonds her body quite immovably to the platform beneath her. The suit has been heavily modified. It is not very tight, and I've lubricated it inside with about three liters of silicone oil, allowing her to move slightly with effort, or if for example, we were to tilt the table. |