At an indeterminate time later Coral regained her senses. What had happened to her? She remembered the showroom and trying on the mackintosh and having a drink - that was it - it must have been drugged. She was amazed to find that she was in some dungeon-like room. She was chained at wrist and ankle so that her movements were severely limited. She pulled on the chains in an effort to lose them - but it was no good - they were too securely fixed to the wall.

Coral found that she was still dressed in her new shiny black rubber mackintosh and boots; but was astonished to find that she was naked underneath her mack. All her clothes had been removed. Her mind was still confused and full of fears and unanswered questions as to why she was here in this dungeon so helplessly chained. All her struggles were useless, the chains just would not give and after a while she gave up struggling and stood there with her lovely rubber covered breasts heaving up and down in a delightful but entirely agitated manner. Her arms which were chained wide apart above her head began to ache the longer she was left in this chained out position. The heels of the lovely black rubber boots that she was wearing were quite high - higher than the heels of the normal shoes that she wore and she found that she was unused to them for they made her feet ache. The longer she remained in this helpless position the more uncomfortable she become.

A sort of numbness had come over her lovely figure by the time Madame Satura and Madame Learobe entered the dungeon. Both women were wearing eye masks and full length cloaks of gleaming black rubber which gave them a fantastic and mysterious appearance. They walked slowly up to the beautifully chained Coral. They stood there silent before her for a few seconds whilst the lovely girl renewed her struggles and screams, demanding to know why she was so helplessly chained and why she had been brought to this dungeon.

"Silence, girl!" hissed Madame Satura harshly. "How dare you scream and protest! You must learn how to control your wayward impulses. Allow me to acquaint you with your new position in life. No longer are you Coral Mintern - a 22 year old fashion and photographic model - you are to become our lovely slave model. You shall wear wonderfully designed clothes of rubber and leather - you will have your shapely figure maintained at the highest peaks of sensitivity. In return for that exciting pleasure we shall use your body as a subject on which to experiment. Madame Learobe and I are intensely interested to see what your reactions will be to these experiments. They will test your strength - your endurance - and in some cases your desire. We cannot pretend that they will not be painful - and because your lovely body will have been made so sensitive you will be made aware of this pain all the more. At the beginning you will scream and struggle with fear, but if you are sensible you will subjugate your natural feelings to enjoy the thrilling luxury of being exotically clad in rubber or leather. If you remain too obstinate it will all the worse for you because we will break down your spirit and your will until you obey automatically our commands. You will not hesitate because your mind would be entirely in our control."

Coral's eyes grew wider with fear as she heard what the cruel woman said. She started to scream and struggle again, making her lovely glossy black rubber mackintosh sparkle and gleam continuously.

"Cease your struggles and cries, you stupid girl," hissed Madame Learobe, "or else I shall flog you."

Coral was so full of fear that she disregarded what Madame Learobe had said. The woman then produced a whip quickly - undid Coral's mack and flicked the lash painfully across her thighs. A piercing scream left the girl's lips before she lapsed into silence.

"We shall now prepare your lovely figure in such a way so that it will appreciate the lovely clothes in which it will be clad. The sensitivity of your gorgeous figure will be raised terrifically. We shall turn you into a complete and utter fetishist of rubber and leather."

Then Coral was released from her chains and taken from the dungeon along to a special Preparation Room, which was silver and white in decoration and furnishings. Here her crinkling mackintosh and high heeled boots were removed. Naked, she was plunged into a warm scented bath where she was left to soak for about 20 minutes. Then she was taken out and dried and placed on a marble massage slab and massaged until her skin became really alive. An electrically driven stimulator was smoothed over every inch of her skin, toning it up to a very high degree. Body toning oils were then rubbed into her skin so that it shone like satin.

Coral now responded to the merest touch. Madame Learobe ran a finger down the beautiful girl's body from her neck to her navel, making her sigh and moan with ecstasy.

"Do you see how alive and vital we have made your shapely body?" whispered Madame Satura confidentially. "Don't you long to wear clothes made of leather and rubber now?"

Then Coral was heavily and expertly made up and when this had been done she was taken next door to the Dressing Chamber. All round the walls were cupboards full of the most exciting rubber and leather clothes. Then her figure was very carefully measured after which she was dusted down with talcum powder.

"This will be the first time that you have been completely dressed in rubber, my dear Coral," said Madame Learobe. "What a thrill it is going to be for you. It will be as well for you to enjoy it before we start our experiments."

Then Madame Satura brought from one of the cupboards a simply fantastic looking, shining, crinkling heavyweight black rubber latex one piece suit. Coral looked at it incredulously.

"Just wait until this gorgeous suit is fitting over your curves," commented one of the women. Then the suit was fitted carefully on Coral. The legs part was rolled over and up her lower limbs and then strained over her thighs. At once Coral was aware of the clamping restricting feeling of the rubber. Then the suit was strained over her hips. She was ordered to fit her arms into the cool sleeves and with more straining and adjustment these were fitted into place over her upper limbs. Then she was continually told to breathe in while the zip down the back of the suit was slowly closed from the back of her slender waist to the top of the high collar which fitted about her neck.

The suit fitted so closely that even when she breathed in deeply the rubber still followed the curves and contours of her body just as if it had been glued to her skin. She was amazed at how tightly it fitted. It was as if she had been cocooned in rubber. Although she was still terribly frightened, she could not deny that she felt thrilled by the silky warmth of the suit. She looked down at her shapely body and drew a tentative finger across the smooth rubber that covered her hips.

"What a revelation the suit must be for you, Coral," said Madame Satura. "But we haven't finished dressing you yet, not by any means. When we have finished with you, you will truly be A Girl of Rubber."

Coral was then led to a sloping backed chair and ordered to sit in it. Then a simply fantastic pair of thigh length heavyweight smooth black rubber latex boots were brought before her and very carefully fitted over her feet and legs until they were fitting well up her slender thighs. Then additionally a pair of smooth shoulder length black rubber latex gloves were fitted over her hands and arms. In these ways her shapely limbs were doubly covered in rubber. Coral looked at herself again in the full length mirrors which covered the whole of one side of the room. She was so taken aback and thrilled at the sight and feel of her rubber clad figure. Just the normal movement of her body caused by breathing made the rubber of her suit gleam and crinkle deliciously.

She got up out of the chair, with some difficulty, to teeter about rather uncertainly on the towering heels of her boots. She had never been perched up on heels like this before, and it took her quite a while to become used to them. Then the two women took her along to the Photographic Room.

"It is only right and proper that we record the lovely sight of your body dressed in rubber for the first time, isn't it?" commented Madame Learobe. "I don't suppose that you imagined that you would ever pose as a model clad in the exotic outfit which you now wear."

Surrounded by arc lights Coral was ordered to pose whilst several photographs were taken of her in different poses. She felt herself becoming quite warm inside her skin tight fitting rubber suit. Eventually the women took her out of the Photo Room and back to the Preparation and Dressing Room where her beautiful tresses of long blonde hair were coiled on top of her head. She wondered why this had been done and didn't have very long to wait before she found out.

Madame Learobe measured Coral's head very carefully and methodically before bringing a black coloured box from one of the cupboards and setting it down in front of the mystified Coral.

"I must say that you look very exciting in your black rubber clothes," said Madame Satura. "I advise you to revel and luxuriate in the feeling that they give you. With your shapely figure prepared in such a sensitive way you are in a position to be thrilled and stimulated by your rubber clothes as never before. Now we come to the completion of your dressing, for inside this box is a beautiful helmet of rubber. It is a discipline helmet - and it does exactly as its name implies - it disciplines the head of its wearer. It can deprive you of all of your senses except that of smell. It will provide an absolutely perfect complement to your gloriously skin tight fitting suit."

As the helmet was withdrawn from the box, the lovely Coral began to scream and struggle. "Oh no - no please let me go - do not put that helmet on my head - oh please - please no - no!" she screamed.

Madames Satura and Learobe summoned two of their muscular girl assistants to quell the lovely Coral's writhings - and this they soon achieved.

"You are such a stupid creature if you think that we shall listen to your pleadings," hissed Madame Satura. "Do not forget that you are about to lead an entirely new type of life where you have no say as to what happens to your lovely body- all you have to do is to offer it for our use without any complaint so that we may use it for any experiment that we wish. Thus you will have to achieve a discipline of your shapely figure clad in superb exotic clothes of rubber or leather."

"This helmet is not the most severe that we could fit over your head and face," continued Madame Learobe. "That we will leave to later. Suffice to say that the one which now will be fitted over the whole of your head and face will render you speechless and deaf. On this occasion we shall permit you the luxury of sight but not so on another occasion. Then we shall take you to a dungeon and leave you to meditate upon your position." Then the helmet was unzipped down the back and partially turned inside out by Madame Satura. She then held the front part of the neck against Coral's and then carefully brought the helmet up over the lovely girl's head and face until it was fitting loosely in position.

Then the zip was refastened a little at a time by Madame Learobe as Madame Satura smoothed the rubber backwards over her captor's pretty heavily made up face. The more the zip was closed the tighter the helmet fitted until the zip had been closed right down to the bottom of the neck. Here the zip clasp was locked to the clasp of the suit closely about her neck. Coral, all of a sudden, had been plunged into a world of soundlessness, for special rubber plugs fitted to the inside of her helmet had been forced into her ears. There was no mouth-piece and so the rubber fitted closely over her mouth. Now she was totally and comprehensively enclosed in skin tight beautifully fitting shiny black rubber latex.

The tightness with which her helmet fitted was almost unbelievable. Every single contour of her head and face was easily imaginable under the sleek rubber skin. Her body was beautifully imprisoned in rubber. She could see through two narrow Perspex covered eye slits.

She was taken away to a dungeon which was ankle deep in icy cold water. She was forced against one of the walls where her rubber-covered arms were lifted up and chained about her wrists to the wall above her head. Her booted legs were then fettered about her ankles to the base of the wall. In this way she was allowed the barest minimum of movement. The chains had been fitted in such a way as to hold her arms quite tightly above her head and as time passed it seemed to the lovely Coral that the pressure was getting greater. This was because she was finding it so more difficult to stand in her stilt heeled boots. They made her feet and legs ache because she was not used to wearing them and also because she could not move in them. Therefore she tended to let the weight of her entirely rubber clad body be placed on her arms. She hung there - she stood there for an indeterminate length of time - the agonies of cramp increasing incessantly. She was always aware of the closeness of her rubber clothes that she was wearing. She breathed in the smell of rubber of her helmet - a strange compelling smell because her figure had been made so sensitive.