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Part 2 It has been almost 36 hours since Juliet had seen Jim Duggan at her plush home. She was concerned that he had not reported back. His phone rang unanswered and so she decided to visit his offices once again. She did not relish driving to that particular neighbourhood, much less running the risk of meeting Jim's odious landlord. But she was desperate for any information. "Melissa, I am going out. Have Thomas pull the Corvette around to the front of the house," she asked, as she pulled on a short army style jacket. The journey to Jim's office took almost an hour. Such was Juliet's distraction that she did well escaping an accident, the horns from irate motorists hardly registering with her. She parked directly outside the crumbling tenement where Jim had his offices and quietly entered. She tiptoed past the door she took for the entrance to the landlord's apartment. She made it to the fourth step before Lenny appeared. "Jim's not in, honey," he said, "not seen him since yesterday... probably drunk on any retainer you gave him." "Is that so? Well I can see he is lucky having you to mind his business and promote his professionalism so effectively in his absence. I have received a message from Mr Duggan, he has left a document for me in his office, he says it is all right if I enter and collect it," she lied. "Well, I um, don't know," Lenny whined, taken aback by Juliet's icy attitude. "Come now, you know I am a client, indeed his only recent client. The key," Juliet insisted, outstretching a gloved hand. With obvious reluctance Lenny plucked an old brass key from his grubby shirt top pocket. He handed it to Juliet. "Thank you so much," she said acidly. Her eyebrows raised as Lenny began up the stairs to accompany her to the office, "thank you but I would rather retrieve the document alone." Lenny shrugged and slunk back into his apartment. Juliet went into Jim's offices, the stale air causing her to cough several times. She locked the outer door behind her and set about a painstaking search of Jim's desk looking for anything of relevance. Moving a coffee stained newspaper she saw an upside down magazine. As she worked out the title, her hand recoiled from it in shock. It was a copy of Fantastique, a recent copy. Her hand spun the magazine on the desk, the cover showing a woman pulling on silk stockings. She bit her lip, her ivory teeth depressing expertly painted lip and turned the pages. One page opened and she saw the hateful name "Angelique". Jim had circled a partial address in pencil. Deftly Juliet tore the page from the magazine and slipped it into her purse. She left quickly, pushing the key under Lenny's door. Juliet ran various courses of action through her head. She knew that the most prudent would be to seek police assistance. But that would mean exposing Philip's unusual sexual proclivities to media scrutiny. That was still a last resort. She would see what was happening at the address given in the magazine article, see what had happened to Jim Duggan and gather some information about the whereabouts of Philip. The day passed with torpid dullness. Juliet ate little and smoked a lot. The anxious look from Thomas and her other servants went unnoticed as she plotted the forthcoming evening. She reassured herself that this was a mere reconnoitre and as a result she would use darkness. Juliet's naivet? was given eloquent testament by her choice of clothing. Black sweater, dark jeans and a leather jacket. It was a Saturday morning matinee definition of espionage. Juliet's heart beat rapidly, nonetheless, as she slipped out of the house and slowly drove away that evening. Finding the approximate area of Madame Angelique's establishment proved a real pain and it was almost 9:00 p.m. before she entered the correct street. She stopped directly outside the building, more by accident than design, as she stalled the car in shock as a woman dressed in a full leather catsuit and thigh boots walked up to the doors of Angelique's place. Leather laces ran up the side of the woman's torso, they were pulled tight and chrome eyelets were brought into close union. A short waist clincher, picked out in silver over black gave the buxom woman a stupendous hourglass figure and the heavy neck collar forced a haughty, almost regal, posture on the leather clad beauty. Thankfully the woman did not look in Julie's direction and entered the establishment after a brief exchange with an unseen person at the door. The sight of such a woman, wantonly displaying her disregard for convention, scared Juliet. Whatever lay within the building, which seemed to grow more menacing as she stared at it, was too much for her to handle. Yet what had she exactly established. That strangely dressed people were entering a building in the warehouse district. She would be laughed out of every station house from San Francisco to LA. "Damn it! I will have to get inside that stinking place," she said through gritted teeth, "but how, the place has a doorman?" Ten minutes passed as she drained the car's radiator, picking up a blister for her efforts. She started the car up and did a circuit of the block until white billows started seeping from beneath the hood. She parked, again outside the building and lifted the hood to allow the steam to clear. Perfect, she thought, as she surveyed a reasonable representation of a burst radiator. She grabbed her jacket and walked towards the entrance. Juliet's heart was in her mouth and her stomach turned summersaults as she began up the small flight of stone steps that led to the main door. Her palms felt wet with tension. She would have sworn that time was running in slow motion. The split second her finger moved towards the bell seemed to take an aeon. There she had pressed it. No going back now. No, she had time, she could hide. Shut up! She battled several contrary demons in her own head waiting for the doorman. Boy was she surprised when a narrow slot in the door opened and piercing green, but exquisitely feminine eyes, looked back at her. Juliet waited until the silence forced her to speak first. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you but, um, I think my car's radiator has punctured. Could I use your telephone to call for assistance?" The eyes remained emotionless, looking her up and down, almost predatorily. Juliet jumped visibly when without warning the slot was shut. Juliet wondered what to do next. Had she been more forceful she would have beaten on the door. She waited more in hope than expectation that her ruse would pay off. The protracted mechanical sounds caused her to step back. The door opened slowly. Juliet expected it to creak ominously, it didn't. The fact that no one stepped out to great her did spook her though. Should she take the initiative and go in? She decided to do just that. The hallway was dimly lit. She looked this way and that looking for the doorwoman to no avail. Juliet moved a little further into the building searching for a door or some way of receiving the help she claimed she needed. She scarcely heard the door click shut behind her or the elaborate and very bulky mechanism that descended behind the door in near silence. A side door opened and a woman emerged. Juliet gulped, audibly. The woman wore another derivation of the apparent house theme, tight, shiny and extremely erotic. The power bestowed on the Amazonian woman by the six-inch boots was undeniable, as was the armour like latex that moulded her thighs and rear into a delightfully streamlined statement of womanhood. Her torso shimmered as if it was liquid and Juliet realised that the woman was wearing a heavy latex corset overlaying an ebony latex blouse. The creaking sound told of every breath being a battle of flesh against steel reinforced latex. The woman was stunning Juliet could not deny the fact, and perhaps she was also a little terrifying. "Can I help you?" came the question, delivered in a resonant and deep English accent. "Y..yes I, well I, um mean my car has broken down outside your, erm, establishment and I was wondering if I could use your telephone to call for assistance?" replied Juliet, the lump in her throat threatening to make her seem a little simple minded. "But of course my dear, the warehouse district is no place for a woman after dark," said the latex encased woman, reaching out a gloved hand she placed it softly on Juliet's shoulder, "come this way." "Oh sorry, my name is Ju.. I mean Jamie, Jamie Stevens," stammered Juliet, angry that she had nearly blown the entire caper. "You don't seem very sure Jamie. Perhaps it is the shock of your car breaking down and finding yourself amongst perverts such as myself. I am Mistress Elizabeth," smiled the woman, her latex clad hand squeezed Juliet's shoulder slightly. "Yes. Oh but I don't think that you are perverts. I must admit though that your clothing is strange and looks very uncomfortable," replied Juliet. "You'd be surprised how easy it is to become accustomed to this form of clothing my dear. The feel of skin-tight latex charges every cell of the body, it feels almost electrical. You feel protected from the world. Whilst the way the latex, the corsetry and boots mould and transform one's body has a hypnotic effect on those that behold you. It is a wonderful feeling to know that feminine sexuality can become a devastatingly effective weapon against male arrogance and violence," lectured Elizabeth. "You make it sound like men are the enemy, something to be destroyed," argued Juliet. "No, my sweet, not destroyed, just dominated and controlled. For example, you yourself could have experienced male violence firsthand. Why? Merely because your car broke down in a desolate part of the city. Does that make you fair game for every beast out there?" Elizabeth asked angrily. "Yes, I can see that you have a fair point. I mean that the streets should be safe for everyone to walk on. But enslaving men, just for the actions of a few monsters..?" "I, and many of my sisters, would argue that there are many more than a few monsters lurking amongst their ranks. Not content with unleashing a world war, the posturing of the two male dominated power blocks decided to bring destruction to Korea less than a decade ago. They have had their chances Jamie," said Elizabeth. The two women rounded a corner into a small room that looked like an office. Beautiful and erotic pictures decorated the walls. Everywhere, beautiful women, elaborately made up were shown being encased in latex, leather and occasionally vinyl clothing. Nervous fingers began to dial her home telephone number. She prayed that Thomas would answer. He did. "Hello, Thomas I have broken down. Yes I am in the Corvette. Wait it's..." Juliet looked to Elizabeth who quickly scribbled the address on a scrap of paper, "413 East Street. The warehouse district. I know, it's a long story. Please hurry," Juliet put the receiver down, "thank you. Thomas, one of my employees, will pick me up. May I wait here?" "Of course. You are intrigued by our lifestyle, aren't you Jamie? Would you like an introduction to the joys of fetishistic clothing?" asked Elizabeth. "No, I don't want to inconvenience you any further. I am not really interested," replied Juliet, aware that the heady aroma of rubber and the bizarre imagery all a round her was becoming intoxicating. But she had to remember why she was here. To get information. Besides what harm could it do? "I insist, my dear. Come along I will soon have you rubberised," Elizabeth said and grabbed a far from disappointed Juliet. They left the office, Elizabeth locking the door behind them. She opened a heavy double door and ushered Juliet through. They entered a large main corridor with numerous rooms along its length and a huge and ornate door at the opposite end. Elizabeth went into a room and called for Juliet to follow. Inside the room was a mass of erotic clothing hung from the walls and crammed into cupboards and chests. The air was heavy, laden with the sweet smell of latex and the delicate perfume of leather. Full length catsuits in many colours but predominately black hung invitingly. Dresses, skirts, blouses were all displayed before her, all shimmering and highly polished. "This is one of our store rooms. I think it offers us a reasonable choice for your first rubber experience," said Elizabeth, "you can start by removing your current garments." Robot-like Juliet complied with the instructions. She took of her jacket and placed it on a spare hanger. Her sweater was next, followed by her shoes and finally her jeans. She stood nervously in front of Elizabeth, her arms across her chest. "All of your clothing Jamie," ordered Elizabeth. Juliet meekly complied. Slowly her hands slid down the side of her panties and prised them from her ivory skin. As the white cotton withdrew, Elizabeth saw the dark mound beneath revealing if any proof were needed that Juliet was not a natural blond. Her full mound looked succulent and inviting. It was a fruit that Elizabeth wanted to gorge on, but that time would come. Once she was part of the sisterhood. It angered that this sacred orifice would be corrupted by a male, that Jamie would be penetrated and used by a man. As the panties slid to the floor, Juliet unclipped her bra and allowed it too to fall to the floor. Her breasts were round and firm, capped with erect nipples. Elizabeth cupped one of the orbs in her latex gloved hand. The feeling of cool latex against her breast caused Juliet to gasp. Her eyes dilated slightly and she gazed at Elizabeth, wantonly. Elizabeth rubbed Juliet's nipple. The hard nodule of pleasure flushed with blood as smooth latex fingers tweaked and squeezed it. "My you have such wonderfully sensitive breasts Jamie," cooed Elizabeth softly. Juliet was confused. Here she was, naked and in the clutches of a dominant latex covered seductress while somewhere within this very building her husband was at the mercy of this strange sect. Elizabeth handed Juliet a latex bra and a pair of black rubber panties. Juliet looked at the slippery garments quizzically. The bra resembled an old-fashioned long line ensemble. It had reinforced cups and thick adjustable straps. The brilliant fastenings contrasted starkly with the raven latex. Elizabeth hurriedly powdered Juliet's naked body and eased the bra over her head. The smooth cool latex slid into place and Juliet felt her breasts fall into the inviting cups. The reinforcing in the bra forced her bosom into a sensuous cleavage and all the time the delicious pressure exerted by the latex massaged her super sensitive flesh. "Well my dear, how does your acquaintance with latex feel?" asked a smiling Elizabeth. "I never thought it would feel like this. The rubber is so tight, it feels like my breasts are being gently caressed. I, well I feel powerful. It's hard to explain." Juliet felt a whirl of emotion and again the real reason for her being there slipped from her immediate consciousness. The latex panties were next. Juliet saw the small nodules inside and realised that they would soon be in close proximity with her most sensitive flesh. She stepped into the panties, revelling in their soft touch. Slowly, with serpentine grace, she allowed Elizabeth to slide them up her legs. Oh God, she cried to her self. She had no idea that simply dressing could be so sensual. Then, with a tug, Elizabeth eased them into place. The tight latex cosseted her bottom, lifting and holding the hemispheres in a passionate embrace. But oh the volcanic heat that built in her cocooned sex. The nodules teased and rubbed her in unimaginable ways, she massaged the thin latex cupping her swollen flesh and needing it with animalistic passion. Violently she came, magma burst from it fragile dam and Juliet's legs buckled. Had not strong gloved hands caught her she would have collapsed in sexual bliss there and then. "I think we can assume that you like the feel of latex, Jamie," whispered Elizabeth seductively into Juliet's ear and nibbling the lobe playfully, "but really this is only an introduction. There is much, much more ... should you join us." Juliet wiped the thin sliver of drool on her face and tried to regain control. Her mind felt stuffed with cotton wool. Think she told herself. By joining them she would have free run of the building. She could find Philip and get him out of their clutches. Elizabeth handed Juliet her clothes and she quickly slipped the pullover and jeans over her new underwear. Quickly she was dressed and being escorted back towards the door. "Well my dear, what about my offer? Will you join us, I am willing to act as your sponsor," Elizabeth said, almost pleading with Juliet. "Y... yes. What do I have to do?" Juliet asked nervously. "Excellent. You have to be baptised by Madame Angelique and accepted by the sisterhood. I will make the arrangements. You will come here in two days, at 8:00 p.m." Elizabeth kissed Juliet gently on her forehead and began to open the door. The locking mechanism raised with the faintest hiss of hydraulics into a dark receptacle carved into the ceiling. She eased the door open and a blast of cold air caused goosebumps to form on Juliet's skin. She turned and waved to Elizabeth. "Remember two days. Until then take care sister," called Elizabeth. The door closed behind her and Juliet sighed. She had done it, she was in their trust and was on the verge of rescuing Philip. Her strange behaviour with Elizabeth was excised from her mind, an aberration of no consequence. Thomas was waiting across the street, the engine of the station wagon still running. If he thought Juliet's behaviour strange he did not say, nor did he question her when she took the canister of water from the trunk and re-filled the Corvette's empty radiator. Juliet started the engine and followed Thomas back to her home. Her flushed face, a testament to the continual arousal emanating from the tight latex panties and devilish inner nodules. Part 3 Awareness came back with aching slowness. The sensation of touch returned first, the ache in his limbs a salient reminder of his continuing bondage. He tasted latex, a thick plug crammed into his mouth made him feel sick and added to the information flooding into his nose. He opened his eyes to blackness, not just darkness but absolute gloom. He was blindfolded. He strained his ears for any stimuli that told him he was not alone, locked in the perpetual dark. "Ah, I see you are awake," came a soft voice from out of the blackness, "we can begin with our fun." Jim was worried, he had no idea where he was or what was about to happen. He knew that he was strapped to something but he was no longer on the mattress. His arms were bound, but now they were at right angles to his torso. They were embedded in thick latex gloves that were then attached via O rings to a tubular framework. His legs were similarly bound in calf length latex that terminated in thick metal O rings. These were attached to the framework. Jim's body was held drum tight. Antoinette prowled the room hungrily. She had snared her victim in latex and steel and was like the proverbial black widow about to devour him. However, Antoinette feasted not on flesh but spirit. She would rip out every shred of his manhood. A novice, Sarah, watched in fascination as her sponsoring mistress began her seduction. The creak of leather and squeak of latex on latex provided an erotic overture to Antoinette's movement. A five fingered leather whip twirled in her hand and she allowed it to fall lightly on Jim's body and raking the rough leather across his bare chest. Jim twitched in his bonds; he knew what was imminent. "You see Sarah my dear, the art of training a man is the fear of the unknown. The expectation of pain is often far more effective than pain itself," recited Antoinette in a school mistresses attention to detail. She struck Jim across his chest. The pain was intense, sharp and covered a wide swathe of his chest. Jim was truly scared of this woman. He tensed for another blow. The shock of a hot breath against his ear took him by surprise. "Was that nice? I will teach you to truly enjoy the kiss of the whip, little man. What fun we shall have with you!" snarled Antoinette. Another blow landed on him, the whip wrapping around Jim's thigh and clipping the tender flesh savagely. Antoinette was oblivious to her surroundings. She was an artist and the reddening canvas before her was alive with possibilities. She would shape Jim, his mind, his body but most of all his soul. With remarkable conservation of effort, she directed the whip with pinpoint accuracy. Each tender spot of Jim's largely naked body received attention. Another whispered, "The priests of Cybele would castrate themselves in her honour. Would you do that for your goddess I wonder." Jim tensed as Antoinette's smooth latex encased hand grasped his steel constricted penis. As soon as the whipping had begun it ended. The tear sodden rubber blindfold was slipped from his eyes. He blinked rapidly in the bright light. Antoinette stood over him, waiting for his eyes to focus on her. She would be the first face he saw. Her face was beautiful. Her brown eyes accentuated by long black lashes and grey shadow. Her prominent, high cheeks were darkly accentuated with deep brown-red coloration. Her mouth, scarlet and inviting held an aristocratic sneer of contempt. Masses of black curls framed this vision of a face. "Your treatment with myself," she glanced at an excited younger woman, "and perhaps Mistress Sarah will continue for some time. I sense much resistance within you, of course this will be crushed. It is merely an annoyance." Jim felt his bonds being unfastened and slowly he was free. Thoughts of escape flickered into his mind but these were dismissed. Like it or not Jim Duggan was changing. He was escorted from the room, his blindfold reattached and marched for a period. He heard the sound of another door being opened, the reverberation hinted that this room was much larger that the previous place. His blindfold was again torn free by Antoinette. The room was foreboding, very bright and tiled in clinical white tiles. Gurneys and examination tables added to Jim's unease. Sarah had accompanied them to this new room and was busily assembling a mass of dark, slithering material on a table. Two masked women stood at the door, eyeing Jim with an indifferent though attentive air. Antoinette stood with her back to Jim. An erotic vision, shimmering in tight latex and leather. A skin- tight catsuit clung to her well developed though feminine frame, its high collar merging with pre-Raphaelite curls that snake like some latter-day Medusa down her back. A narrow, though tightly cinched waist clincher in red leather contrasted with the latex and pulled her midriff into a desirable 18 inches. Jim couldn't help himself lusting after this beautiful woman. However, when she turned clutching a hypodermic, his ardour nose-dived. "This is a hormonal cocktail, dear, it contains lots of wonderful things that will make all the nasty aggressive male in you simply melt away. How exciting!" gushed Antoinette, her play act making Jim feel that much more fearful. She swabbed his arm and plunged the needle into his thigh. "Welcome to the sisterhood. I think you will grow to thank me for this and besides the breasts this will cause to develop will fill out the maids uniform delightfully." The revelation shocked Jim to his core. The masked women were in fact males, males like him: captured, rubberised and forcibly feminised. He looked at the two busty latex covered maids stood near the door. They returned his gaze, dark heavily made up eyes and flickering lashes burned into his. Nowhere did Jim see anything passably male that had long gone purged by chemicals and the whip. He shivered uncontrollably, he wanted to die. He prayed for of release, sobbing silently to himself as harsh, feminine laughter cascaded from white tiled walls. Sarah, an evil grin on her young scarlet lips began his entombment in latex. Long black latex tights were ceremoniously unfurled before Jim's tear streaked face. The long shimmering garment caught the light of the chamber brilliantly. With long deliberate steps Sarah approached her captive victim. His legs were deftly released from shackles and the smooth ebony latex was steered over Jim's feet. It engulfed the foot in a chilly, smooth tide of skin-tight material and slowly the material was rolled up Jim's legs, his calves stood out prominently and looked alien in the embrace of the material. "This is so sensuous Madame Antoinette. Look how rough masculine flesh becomes soft, yielding and feminine when encased in latex," gasped Sarah breathlessly, as Antoinette looked on a cigarette held in a long holder between her scarlet lips. Jim looked wild eyed as this twenty year old woman pulled the tight latex to waist height. The latex around his ensnared penis was extremely tight and thickened markedly. Looking down as far as his bonds allowed Jim saw that his legs were know glossy and black. His cock, his balls were hidden pushed flat against his body by heavy padding that resembled a women's mound. He was a thing, ready to be remade in his new mistresses' image. He knew this and he knew he had no choice in the matter. Another gaze to the two maids, still standing at either side of the door, took him into his own pitiful future. His legs were rebound to the holding frame. Sarah tuned to the trolley and spun round, a devilish grin playing on her lips, with a huge latex and steel corset in her hands. The heavy boning was visible all along the inner surface of the black monstrosity. Laces sprang from brilliant chrome eyelets that ran the entire length of the corset. Delicate red latex side panels were autonomously laced and would virtually eliminate Jim's male waistline. "A taste of the future. But first we must continue with your full rubberisation my sweet," teased Sarah. She gently placed the corset to one side and picked up a severe looking full blouse in the same ubiquitous glossy black latex. "Is that the high necked blouse Sarah?" asked Antoinette pointedly. "Yes Madame. It has built in gloves and will attach to a suitable mask creating a seamless union at the throat and base of the skull," replied Sarah politely. Jim's arms were threaded through the tight fitting sleeves. The inside of the suit felt slippery and he guessed it had been pre-lubricated. Eventually Jim's hands burst through the thick moulded wristbands and into the gloves that were part of the garment. His fingers splayed out into thin latex receptacles and settled into the tight embrace. The blouse was hoisted over his head. Jim tried to pull his head away and was slapped across the face for his efforts by a glowering Sarah. The latex obscured his vision momentarily until his head slipped through the neck opening. The latex was incredibly tight, its constant pressure an ever-present reminder of his new role in life. Jim looked down, he could see that the blouse really did come up to just beneath his chin, his chest still thankfully flat and male heaved in its ebony cocoon. Without release Jim knew that it was only a matter of time before another, entirely feminine sight would greet his downward glance. The twin maids staring at him avidly were testament to that. Sarah attached his latex arms to two overhead pulleys and rapidly turned a lever. Jim quickly felt the result as he was stretched severely, his black rubberised body locked rigid. Sarah held the corset against him. She had lied, she was going to put that monstrous thing on him now. Through the latex covering his body Jim felt the boning of the corset, he knew that the boning ran the entire length of the corset and would crush his waist impossibly. The heavy gauge was quickly wrapped around him. Sarah struggled to close up the busk front, eventually smiling in triumph as the final chrome clasp closed with a slight "snick". She disappeared from sight and Jim looked over at Antoinette. She met his gaze with her own, one of triumphant arrogance as she witnessed his entry into her ranks of rubberised pseudo-women. Suddenly Jim gasped for air, his body writhed as a motor began to whine behind him. In quick succession his body was crushed from buttock to the middle of his back. Sarah had attached the laces of the corset to the lacing machine and set the diabolical device in motion. Quickly laces were pulled tight until chrome eyelet nuzzled chrome eyelet along the entire length of Jim's back. Jim thought he would die. He struggled for breath, fighting to expand his chest against the relentless inward pressure of the steel boning. "You stupid man. Shift your breathing into your upper chest, slow shallow breaths," called Antoinette as she shook her head disdainfully. Jim complied and found that he could make some slight headway against the compressing latex and force a little precious air into his lungs before the corset snapped him back into his erotically feminine hourglass silhouette. They had reduced him to a rubber effigy of femininity. His very existence, a calculated exercise in latex bondage: movement and even breathing a struggle against the eternal compression of steel and latex. They had not finished however, and Jim felt his legs being lifted. One of the maids minced towards a knelt Sarah carrying a pair of boots. They were shimmering from the overhead light. Jim looked at them anxiously. They flopped loosely in the maid's hands and Jim realised that the boots were latex and not leather, front lacing and knee length. As the maid passed the boots to Sarah in readiness for fitting Jim saw the heels they were at least six inches and the boots appeared to be too small for him. Roughly Sarah placed the right boot onto his leg slipping his angled foot into the tight latex. It would not go on, he had been right the boot was too small. Sarah cursed and looked over at the maid acidly. The pitiful creature fell to his knees and through a latex congested mouth gurgled for forgiveness. Jim wanted to wretch, these creatures were no longer truly human he thought. They were merely chattels, permanently enclosed in latex, their bodies remade into parodies of male fantasy objects. "It appears that Beta 11 has made a mistake. She will pay for that later. However, you will pay for the mistake for ever. Maids those boots will be on Gamma 12's feet or I will take you to hell and back. Am I clear?" spat an angry Sarah. Quickly the two maids scrambled to Jim's feet and began to lever his latex encased leg into the boots. They pulled the skin-tight rubber and added more silicon lubricant inside the boot. Slowly Jim felt his foot slide into the embrace of the thick rubber boot until a sudden squelch of lubricated rubber signalled that his foot was now firmly inside the right boot. His foot ached instantly, his toes were compressed together by the merciless compression of the thick latex. The other boot went on with similar effort from the panic-stricken maids and soon booth feet throbbed painfully. The maids began to lace the devilish boots up and inserted two padlocks into a ankle strap permanently securing the stiletto heeled boots to Jim's legs. "Not much left now. Just something to take away that masculine face, oh but I forgot we need to remove all your hair. The latex will feel much better on cleanly shaven skin," Sarah said as she began to hack almost maniacally at Jim's hair. One of the maids approached, latex crackling as glossy thigh moved against thigh. It was hard to believe that these erotic creature were once men, were once in possession of free will. A foaming container was proffered in mute servitude and Sarah began to work the thick creamy lather into what remained of Jim's hair. A razor was produced and Jim felt its metallic coldness scraped away the remaining stubble. The surplus lather was rubbed away and a small feminine vanity mirror was placed in front of Jim's face. He looked into the pink edged glass and saw his denuded head. A tear ran from dimmed eyes only to be plucked away by Sarah's glossy latex glove. "There, there, save your tears precious. You'll need them in abundance later. Now where were we with your rubberisation?" Sarah asked. "Ah yes a mask. What a beautiful one I have for you. Look!" Jim glanced up and saw a mass of black latex writhing as if alive in Sarah's hands. A full-face mask was stretched out menacingly just in front of Jim's reddened face. He looked at Sarah, his eyes flickered and pleaded with her. He spluttered and "mummphed" for mercy, his mouth ratcheted open with a large ball gag could emit very little else in the way of meaningful sound. Sarah smiled wickedly and rubbed the soft latex against his face, his smooth head. The smell was overpowering, frightening. Jim closed his eyes momentarily and suddenly the mask was over his head. The clinging latex engulfed him, acrid odours flooded into his flaring nostrils. He opened his eyes into abject blackness. Slowly the latex was pulled down, he felt it dribble over his nose and against his open mouth. Light returned gradually, lenses settled over his eyes but these were cloudy and thick. The outside world took on a distorted greyish tint. Jim felt something being run around his throat and the base of his skull. Sarah had vulcanised the latex hood to the high collar of the blouse creating a seamless union. Every inch of Jim was enveloped in skin-tight black rubber. Finally two wrist to thigh cuffs were produced and his arms were secured by his side. A small badge - the number 12 - was positioned on Jim's forehead as a final, ritualistic signal of metamorphosis from human being to latex doll. "There, fully encapsulated. I bet you feel nice and secure in there don't you, Gamma 12?" Sarah said, her face pressed up to Jim's staring into the lenses of Jim's hood. "Maids, take your new sister to her cell," barked Antoinette, "secure her for the night." Part 4 Juliet had had trouble sleeping after her encounter with Mistress Elizabeth. She had retained her latex underwear and had masturbated frantically. Her hands revelling in the sensuous touch of latex clothing her most intimate parts. She had drifted into a deep sleep and woke, spent and drenched in sweat. The sun high in the sky and the sounds of her servants echoed through the large house. She threw the covers back and was momentarily surprised to see the tight bra cupping her ivory breasts. The events of the previous night flooded back. Crimson flooded along Juliet's throat and cheeks as her encounter with Elizabeth came into focus. Her tongue slipped between parched lips and wetted the slightly and for an instant a smile played on those moist lips. She shook her head, she had to remember why she was getting involved with the sisterhood: to rescue her enslaved husband. Juliet bounded from her bead and entered the en-suite bathroom. The warm jets of water massaged her taught muscles, symbolically erasing the erotic odour left by the now discarded latex clothes. She had about 36 hours to formulate a plan. Her mind screamed at her to go to the police, only for images of scandal, of banner headlines proclaiming her husbands depraved lifestyle to vanquish her natural caution. No, she resolved this matter had to be kept quiet. Juliet spent the remainder of the day around her house, an endless cycle of cigarettes and coffee fuelled her moody introspection. Anxious glances by Thomas were returned and a weak smile tried to assure him that she was OK. A rough plan came into being, one that demanded a substantial amount of luck. Around midday Juliet's mind began to wander as she began to fantasise about her baptism. Strange, and for Juliet, bizarre images filled her mind. Many were drawn from the erotic photographs and sketches that adorned the walls of the Sisterhood's residence. She fought against the need to obtain relief from the ever- present images, her flushed face had the servants chattering idly about madam looking poorly. A long, tedious afternoon gave way to golden sunset as Juliet sat on her veranda. She sipped a glass of red wine and watched as the bay area came to life. Streetlights flickered to life and San Francisco shimmered in the late summer evening. Thomas had insisted she had eaten and the remains of a chicken salad lay on the table in front of her. She poured another glass of wine, lit her umpteenth cigarette and waited for the stars to come out. She awoke in her bed. Thomas, ever loyal, had ensured she had been put to bed after the wine had taken effect. It was dark, the red luminous glow from her bedside alarm revealed that it was 4:20am. Her mouth was dry and her head swam with the after effects of almost a full bottle of wine. She needed the bathroom and slowly she rose from her bed. One thing occupied her thoughts: the Sisterhood. She shivered noticeably as her eyes squinted in the harsh lighting of the bathroom. Again Juliet wondered about the baptism, about her plan and about the real changes being wrought to her libido. The Sisterhood was like a poison, she knew that her encounter with Elisabeth had infected her with a new, depraved nature. She hoped that once reunited with Philip that this strange, frightening need germinating within her would not consume her life. As she returned to her bed she opened a small bedside cabinet and withdrew the soiled black latex bra and panties. Her own musk mingled with the smell of the latex. She pressed the panties to her face, the cool latex excited a gasp from her mouth. Her tongue licked a path along the crotch piece, she fantasised that Elizabeth and not her own fist filled the smooth rubber. Her tongue slick with saliva practised fellatio on the warming latex. Suddenly she realised what she was doing, she stared at the pearls of drool coating the black rubber. Revulsion set in, the panties were tossed into the corner and Juliet sobbed to her self. "What was happening to me?" she whispered repeatedly as her mind fought for some comprehension of her recent behaviour. Sunlight lancing through slightly open curtains awoke her. She had cried herself back to sleep. It was late, she knew that from the light level and the heat building in her south easterly facing bed room. A glance told her how late. "Damn, 10:40. Why didn't Thomas wake me?" she said as she threw back the sheets. She eyed the crumpled latex nervously as she passed it lying where she had tossed it hours earlier. She grabbed the panties and stuffed them back into the cabinet, guiltily. A quick shower later Juliet emerged on to the landing. She wore a pair of slacks and an expensive angora sweater. Melissa wished her good morning as they passed on the stairs and Juliet headed for the kitchen. The rich aroma of Colombian coffee filled the large wood panelled Kitchen. Juliet poured a cup and grabbed some cookies from a jar on the work top. Despite last night's aberration Juliet felt relaxed. The fateful day had arrived and waiting was over. Just 8 hours to kill before she would make her way back to the Sisterhood. It was Thomas's day off and so didn't get the chance to thank him for seeing her to bed that evening Across the city things were much less pleasant for Jim. He had spent the night strapped to a latex mattress. Still cruelly bound in latex and his waist cinched in the heavy rubber corset. He had managed to catnap his way through an uncomfortable night. His mind hovering in a semiconscious haze. Until the sun had filtered through the room's single high window he still clung to the remote hope that indeed he was dreaming and the nightmare would eventually end. Two maids entered and with practised ease removed all of Jim's binding straps. He was helped to his feet, still held in skin-tight stiletto boots. Pain shot through his legs as his feet bore the weight and toes were mercilessly ground together by the narrow feminine footwear. Jim realised that he had not eaten for over 36 hours and his only drink had been before they had laced him into his current outfit. As if sensing Jim's basic needs one of the maids turned and looked at Jim. Through his cloudy lenses Jim saw the maid's richly made up eyes and extremely long lashes flutter as the maid gestured that "she" was going to feed him. Jim felt the maid's latex enclosed fingers adjusting something at the front of his mask. A small flap was peeled back to reveal a chrome valve about half an inch in diameter. Jim saw the maid raise a thick syringe towards his face and bucked. The other maid held his shoulders and forced Jim back onto the mattress. The syringe was mated with the chrome valve. Then slowly the first maid depressed the plunger. Suddenly Jim sensed something viscous at the back of his throat, he felt as though he was choking. The maid stopped and mimed that Jim was to swallow the substance. He complied and felt that he could manage to force the food down. After several minutes he felt the syringe being removed. Another syringe was shown to Jim. The maid tipping it to and fro to show Jim that it contained a liquid. This too was introduced into the chrome valve and a jet of liquid hit the back of Jim's throat. After the initial shock Jim managed to swallow the liquid with relative ease. Jim was laid back on the mattress. He looked at the first maid nervously. Why, he didn't know he felt some affinity with this person. He did not know at the time but this was just what the Sisterhood wanted. Maids were paired from creation and Beta 6 had been selected for Jim by Antoinette. Beta 6 moved with languid movements towards Jim and began to fumble at Jim's crotch. Terror gripped Jim and he tried to sit up, his arms straining in the wrist to thigh cuffs he still wore. He tried to shout, to kick away this violation. The sense that a zip was being drawn down made Jim redouble his efforts and look up into the face of the second maid. Impassive, emotionless eyes under heavy femininely shadowed lids stared back. His metal encased penis was extracted from the latex tomb it had occupied since Jim's ordeal began. Jim began screaming inside his mask, the re-inflated gag reducing this to inconspicuous guttural mewling. Jim then experienced a sharp pain in his penis as a catheter was fitted. Apologetically the maid gently stroked his throbbing, but impotent appendage. The smooth latex felt silken against the sensitive flesh. Again his eyes met those of the maid and another bond was forged. Suddenly Jim felt the unbearable urge to urinate. The maids watched as the tube snaking from his crotch suddenly filled and Jim's waste slowly emptied into an adjacent container. His debasement was complete, even his most base bodily functions were controlled, publicised for the onlooker. Finally the first maid inserted a hypodermic into Jim's thigh and pumped more hormones into his body. As if to demonstrate what had been done the maid cupped the latex encased milky white breasts suggestively and held them against Jim's still flat chest. Jim was helped to his feet and escorted from his cell. The maids helped him up stone stairs towards the main part of the building. He was lead into the arena, an involuntary shudder ran up his spine as he saw the intimidating room in full lighting. Rows of seats formed a semicircular bank at the front of the hall focussing on a raised dais where several ornate seats were placed. The recessed arena was being prepared for some form of ceremony. Maids attired in two different types of latex costumes busied themselves laying luscious red carpeting. An altar was also being set up, carvings of beings were etched into the marble, but the deities were not Christian nor were they male. Jim was lead to an anteroom and he was bound to a pole set into the roof. The room was windowless and a low wattage bulb set above the door supplied the only light. Jim's last image was Beta 6 as she, Jim was starting to think of the maids as women, turned off the light and closed the door. In the darkness and encased in the restrictive latex Jim's mind searched for a reason for all this, a meaning to all the senseless acts he had endured over the last few days. He had a few pieces of a large jigsaw. The organisation was obviously matriarchal, violently and absolutely anti men, male rule and modern society. They had obviously captured several men, but Jim really did not know how many maids were housed in the building, though he guessed at least a dozen. He had seen two distinct types of maids: the Betas who were dressed in distinctly feminine albeit latex clothing and another group dressed in catsuits, heavy long line corsets and thigh boots that actually ran up and under the confines of the corsets. Jim guessed that because of their restriction that these were a lower grade of maid, perhaps Gamma. He knew enough to realise that Alpha headed the Greek alphabet and he definitely hadn't seen any maids that could reconcile to this grade. Weather through fear, exhaustion or a combination of both Jim fell asleep, still tied to the wooden pole. Activity outside the room occasionally woke him, but he dozed back to sleep after each interruption. Juliet left her home around 6:00pm. She felt foolish sneaking from her own home, but she did not want her staff gossiping about her comings and goings. The continued absence of Phillip was cause enough for them to chatter and for Juliet to feel that she was being discussed by all and sundry. Juliet used the natural slope of the drive to free wheel the car away from the house and only engaged the engine when under cover of high shrubs that lined the driveway. An hour later Juliet was entering the rundown warehouse lined streets that lead to the Sisterhood's building. The fading light made the down at heel district look all the more menacing. She was surprised that she remembered the way almost perfectly, only taking one wrong turn amongst all the virtually identical streets and buildings. She pulled up directly in front of the building and eyed the heavy wooden door nervously. There was no prospect of her turning tail and running, she knew that, but nevertheless she had to light a cigarette to calm her nerves. She glanced at her watch and cursed herself for setting off so early. The wait was getting to her and she was about to drive around the area just for something to do when she saw shimmering figures start to emerge from the dusk. The fact that the women all came from one direction indicated that they were leaving their cars in one particular area. Juliet knew that parking where she was would look strange, but she also knew that she wanted the comfort that her car was just outside those formidable doors when she made her move. As the women got closer the loud retort of their thigh high boots and the rustle of leather, vinyl and latex coats. The vision of around two dozen women arrayed in some of the most erotic outfits Juliet had ever seen was breathtaking. The accentuated way the boots and tight skirts made the women walk spoke of raw sexuality, of power and of women who were definitely in charge. Had they not kidnapped her husband, Juliet would have grudgingly admired these women. However, they were the enemy and she forbade herself any admiration. She allowed the women to enter, noting with a despair the door ritual and the sheer physical presence of the heavy solid door. She also remembered the internal locking mechanism. Tentatively Juliet got out of her car and locked the door. She toyed with the idea of leaving the car unlocked, but a quick glance around the locale convinced her. She walked, with mock purposefulness, to the door and rapped on the heavy wood. Although she expected the viewing slot to open it still made her jump. Again the same piercing eyed women stared at her in absolute silence. "Hi," said Juliet trying to exude confidence, "Madame Elisabeth is expecting me. I am Jamie Stevens." After several seconds the slot closed with a metallic clank and other sounds reverberated from the door. Then the door opened slowly and Juliet walked inside, again she searched for the strange silent women who had given her entry. Her search was cut short by the recognisable voice of Elisabeth. "Jamie, darling I am so glad you had the courage to attend." Elisabeth moved towards Juliet with fluid cat like grace. She raised her shimmering gloved hands to cup Juliet's face and she kissed her fully and passionately. "Come, we must begin to prepare you for entry into the Sisterhood," Elisabeth said and her shiny arm snaked around Juliet's waist forcing her to accompany the towering latex clad mistress into the recesses of the building. The couple entered a white tilled room. In one corner was a shower cubicle and adjacent a cabinet. Silently two maids entered the room. They waited, both staring at Elisabeth awaiting her instructions. Juliet looked at these bizarre creatures. The harsh lighting in the room caused ripples of light to boil on their highly polished rubber skin. They balanced precariously on black patent boots, rapier like heels caused both maids to soar to well over six feet tall. Their breasts, well developed and firm, were held in a taut embrace by the shimmering latex making up their blouses. Juliet began to get turned on, began to fantasise about being similarly clothed, becoming a slave to Mistress Elisabeth. "Child," Elisabeth said as her hand rested on Juliet's shoulder, "these maid will assist in your preparation. Allow them to instruct you in the delights of slowly surrendering to encapsulation in rubber." Elisabeth kissed Juliet's cheek and left the room. As she left the maids slowly approached Juliet. One indicated that Juliet should remove her clothes. Gingerly Juliet complied, she slipped her sweater over her head and handed it to her mute assistants. Her shoes were flicked from her feet and her jeans soon followed. She paused at her underwear. The maids looked impassively at her, they heavy shadowed eyes focussed on her, but also seemed a million miles away. "Oh well, I suppose it all needs to come off, huh?" she said, not really expecting a reply. Slowly her bra clasps were unhooked and she allowed it to drop to the floor. Her breasts were full and shapely, but were no match for those of the maids. Juliet peeled of her white panties and stepped out of them. A little shiver ran up her spine as she stood before these two latex dolls. Unmoved by her appearance they pointed in unison to the shower and Juliet realised they meant her to shower before dressing. She turned on the water and waited until it warmed sufficiently before stepping in. The warm jets quickly soaked her and Juliet began to lather the soap. She closed her eyes as her slick hands washed over her erect nipples and sought out the delicate cleft of her sex. She was becoming aroused and the presence of the two maids just outside the shower stall only turned her on more. Lost in her raw sexual fantasy she did not notice the door open and a black shiny hand reach in. Only when it brushed against her skin did she shudder back to reality and look down at the glossy intruder. It held a pair of goggles. Juliet thought it strange to wear goggles just to shower but put them on anyway. The maid looked and checked she was wearing them and signed to the other. At first the water seemed to get a little cooler then Juliet's skin began to tingle. She ran her fingers through her hair only to scream in horror as handfuls of hair came away in her hand. She rushed from the cubicle tears welling in her eyes. A mirror on the wall revealed the awful truth as she surveyed her bald scalp and her naked sex. One of the maids came over to her a huge towel in her hands. Juliet screamed at the maid, "What have you done to me, my hair, my lovely long hair." The maid wrapped the towel around the distraught woman and began to dry her thoroughly. Juliet sobbed into the towel. As she looked up Juliet saw that the other maid was carrying a container of talcum powder. It was sprayed liberally over her denuded body. A white mist enveloped Juliet and again Juliet was forced to close her eyes. Seconds later Juliet felt something smooth against her skin. She looked down to see a long tube of white latex being eased onto her leg. The silky smoothness felt wonderful on her perfectly smooth skin. The stocking was hitched up her leg and was soon joined by another on her left leg. Both limbs shimmered provocatively and Juliet could not resist touching her latex cocooned legs. A pair of panties, again in shimmering latex, were next. Juliet assisted the maids in drawing the sensuous item towards her expectant and swollen sex. The moment when sensitive flesh met taught latex caused her to swoon. Never had Juliet thought the simple act of dressing could contain so much pleasure. As she opened her eyes and licked her dry lips, she realised that there was much more. A suspender belt was next, six wide straps dangled like tiny snakes from the thin white rubber. With practised ease the maids had the suspenders attached to her latex stockings and the belt nestled around her waist. A small waist clincher was brought over. It was soon around Juliet's waist and the maids tightened the laces, reducing her waist by almost three inches. A pair of gloves were next on the list and again Juliet allowed the maids to encase her limbs in a feathery membrane of white latex. The gloves were shoulder length and both maids worked all the wrinkles from the shiny latex. Juliet stood admiring her self. She loved the look of her latex clad limbs and the way her figure was sculpted by the small corset. The touch of her gloved hands on her breasts felt electric. Her nipples swelled and hardened to become rigid kernels of charged passion. Again Juliet teetered on the brink of orgasm. She tried to bring herself down from the dizzying precipice of passion, she must not, could not loose herself to addiction to latex. The maids presented the final article of her uniform. A full-face hood, again made from brilliant latex. This was perhaps the most erotic item of all. Juliet tensed as the latex hood was stretched over her shiny hairless head. The feel of latex against her scalp was delicious. The uniform touch as slowly the latex slithered over her familiar features imparting a shiny covering, transforming what was once women into something much more, was literally overwhelming. The latex settled and clamped itself to every part of her head and neck. Her eyes were contained in transparent lenses. Tiny holes were aligned with her nostrils and her mouth lined up against a small red rimmed mouth hole. As soon as she was dressed, the maids brought over a pair of ankle boots. The boots were platform soled stilettos and were white patent leather. The boots were quickly placed on Juliet's feet and fastened. The additional height was strange at first and even Juliet, not unaccustomed to high-heeled shoes, struggled to master these. Finally, satisfied that their charge would not fall, the maids lead Juliet from the room. There was sounds of a gathering of people behind ornate doors and as the maids opened the heavy doors Juliet saw the main arena type room. Row after row of erotically garbed women stared down. Elisabeth came over to Juliet. "Jamie, you look absolutely stunning. How do you feel?" she asked, her hands roaming over the smooth surface of Juliet's latex-coated body. "I... I didn't really like the shaving. But I can't believe how the latex feels on my body. The mask, it seems to heighten rather than dull the senses," Juliet replied, "but what happens next?" "Oh the ceremony. First a new male maid will be asked to submit to Tabithi. She is our goddess of transfiguration. Several novices will be ushered into the ranks of mistresses and a new maid is being elevated to Beta status. Then you will be baptised and take up your status as a novice. The ceremony of baptism is relatively straightforward, follow my lead and you will be alright," explained Elisabeth. Elisabeth ushered Juliet to a small section of chairs and they both waited for the full Sisterhood to enter the room. The women entered in silence, only the chattering of countless boots on stone steps and the crackling and squeaking associated with latex and leather polished to a brilliant lustre. Antoinette stood and called the assembled to order, "Sisters, we are gathered tonight in the sight of Cybele to give thanks for the vision and courage of our leader Madame Angelique." In unison the women stood and offered praise. During this cacophony of eulogies Angelique entered the hall. She stood on a dais and acknowledged the adulation. From a side door Juliet saw a bizarre latex encased figure being marched forward and forced to kneel directly in front of Angelique. The creature's waist had almost disappeared beneath of wickedly tightened corset. Its head crushed inside a full rubber hood. "Sisters, here is our latest convert. He is male no longer, already his body is being changed, feminised by massive hormone injections. His mind will soon follow, thanks to the tender ministrations of Antoinette and novice Sarah." Angelique reached down to the masked figure and peeled back a flap of latex. A "snick" and she also withdraws a chromium device and attached bladder. "As is our custom, handed down from Cybele and Hecate no male may enter our order as maid without pledging himself to our goddesses, Well, Mr Duggan...." Juliet heard the name and a gasp issued from her. Mercifully, her shock was deemed excitement by Elisabeth. Juliet's mind was in free fall. Jim Duggan, rubberised and bound by these women, definitely against his will. It was clear that Angelique was quite mad, the rest of these women probably as mad, even Elisabeth. She could not leave him, she was responsible, she knew that and would never be able to live with herself abandoning him to this fate. She had to rescue him as well as Philip. "Mr Duggan, do you pledge yourself to Cybele, to Hecate and to a lifetime of service to the Sisterhood?" asked Angelique impatient at Jim's silence. "You have got to be kidding! Me serve you sick bitches..." spat Jim, before a swipe from Angelique's latex covered hand toppled him over. "Beta 4 and 6, take this thing back to his cell. Obviously he requires more persuasion from Antoinette." She looked up at a crimson Antoinette, bullwhip ever present at her side. "Sisters, I must apologise for this annoying, albeit futile display of male bravado. But now onto a more pleasing duty. Gamma 8, please join me on stage." She beckoned a motionless latex cocooned creature forward. The pitiful victim moved with interminable slowness, tight neck to hip corseting ensured that only tiny, mincing steps could be taken. The figures head was in a mask, red latex with a pseudo ponytail of ivory representing its hair springing from the top. Ballet boots compounded the already sizeable difficulty it had walking and its arms were held behind it. Juliet surmised that these limbs were also held in excruciating latex bondage. "Sisters, Gamma 8 has shown remarkable progress in adapting to the changes we have forced on her. She has risen to the challenge of femininity we graciously bestow on our charges and she has mastered the trials of latex bondage with admirable dedication. It is therefore my pleasurable duty to grant Gamma status on this maid." Thunderous applause echoed around the hall, together with calls of congratulations and praise to many mysterious goddesses. A Beta walked up to the dais carrying a mass of shiny latex. Slowly the Beta began undressing the latex bound figure. Juliet, whether through absolute pessimism or through a sixth sense, had a very bad feeling about this. As the heavy latex was peeled from the figure, slowly, like a photograph developing in a tray of chemicals, recognition crept up on her. The figure did not have to turn for Juliet to know that this, this perfect maid, was her husband Philip. Juliet watched in almost disassociated fascination as he was repackaged in the less severe outfit of a Beta. Firstly jet black panties were eased up his legs. Just before enclosure within tight latex, Juliet saw a glint of metal in her husband's groin. His penis was obviously imprisoned in something cold and hard and metal. She wanted to scream at these people, to charge onto the dais and hit this woman who had reduced her man to this. But she knew she would not stand a chance, she would blow the entire rescue attempt. The encasement of his sex was followed by a matching bra, cupping slight protuberances on Philip's hairless chest. A shiny latex suspender was next to be positioned around his corset-trained waist. Fishnet stockings were rolled up his legs in a slow, sensuous movement. Juliet felt hot, she also felt revulsion that this public humiliation of her husband could turn her on so much. A halter-top was attached around Philips chest and then the maid began to create the intricate tattoo all Betas wore around their navel. Philip did not move as the design was marked on his skin and the outline was filled in crimson ink. The number 15 was inked within the symbol, indicating his new status in life Beta 15. The only sound above the buzzing of the tattoo gun was a rising murmuring, coupled with the unmistakable gasping of sexual excitement reverberating around the hall. The maid finished of Philip's marking and turned "her" attention to Philip's face. The sole focus was on Philip's eyes and Juliet watched whilst with great care thick purple cosmetics were applied to her husbands eyelids. Not content with this act of feminisation, false eyelashes were readied and slowly placed on Philips eyelids. There was no subtlety in these, long jet black lashes brushed his cheek with every opening and closing of his eyes. Finally a thin veneer was lightly brushed over the cosmetic and lashes fixing these with permanence on her husband's face. Angelique handed the maid a red latex skirt, identical to the one worn by the maid. In silence Philip stepped into the skirt and allowed it to be zipped up. The tight latex coated hips turning what was once male into an erotic parody of exaggerated femininity. Julie cast her eyes down. She could not watch as Philip was re-hooded and re-shod ready to take his place as one of Angelique's maids. When Juliet looked up he was being escorted from the dais. Again Angelique stood in the centre of the dais and beckoned to Elisabeth. Juliet was nudged and she was guided towards Angelique. Juliet's stomach was in knots. Ordinarily she would be revolted by this woman, what she had done to Philip, to Jim Duggan. Now she had to act as a willing recruit into this madness. Juliet took her lead from Elisabeth, her sponsor. "Sisters, we have an applicant for entry to our number. Who sponsors this applicant?" Angelique called out a ritualised challenge. "I, Madame Elisabeth, sponsor Jamie Stevens for entry into our Sisterhood." Elisabeth stepped forward, her physical presence, encased in latex and leather rivalled that of Angelique. "Madame Elisabeth has spoken, sisters. What say you, is the Sisterhood prepared to accept a new novice into the embrace of our living cult of Cybele this night?" The room echoed with murmuring, then "yes" began to grow in intensity until the will of the Sisterhood was unmistakable. "I hear and obey sisters. Know O applicant that you have been accepted into our ranks. This night you have no family but the Sisterhood, no mistress but Cybele and no belief but in our holy duty to save mankind from its male guided race to extinction," Angelique said. Elisabeth whispered to Juliet that she should kneel at Angelique's feet and repeat the pledge after Angelique. "O Cybele, great goddess, mother of us all accept this applicant into your divine love. Protect her from harm and empower her with your divine wisdom," began Angelique. "I Jamie Stevens submit to you, great goddess. My body is your vessel, my soul your tool. Do with me as you will." Juliet followed the incantation,