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Next moment he had left, and she was left alone with her thoughts. Stiffly she walked over to a chair and collapsed into it, her legs straight out in front of her. She felt a wave of pure sexuality sweep over her as the thick grease caused havoc inside her inner rubber suit. 3 kilometres ! It was sheer cruelty, she thought, her breathing laboured even sitting still and the heat building up to such an extent that her goggled eyes were misting up. Even a hundred metres would be an impossible ordeal. Then she remembered Miss Dodd's advice, and Yvette's untroubled attitude to her slavery. Roll with it, accept it, turn it round into pleasure.

Suddenly, she sat up, amazed at her own thoughts.

Is this really me, the professional model with the world at her feet ? And where am I now ? In love with a sadistic bastard who has stripped me mentally, and physically made me into a slave, to pander to his every whim. To hell with this training, I will pass this test, then demand that he release me and return me to the mainland.

I must calm down and relax. That's probably part of this sadistic torture, to get me so mad that I'll sweat more and eventually have to be released through sheer exhaustion. Never that ! I'm going to last these 14 hours and walk the 3 kilometres even if it kills me.

It was extremely awkward to walk in the heavy hip boots and steel stiffened leather suit, but she quickly learnt how to propel herself along as if she had two wooden legs. Without shame now, and mentally fighting the need to lie down and relax, she entered the rest room, oblivious to the other slaves' curious stares. She found Yvette at the bar, but with her restricted breathing she needed a while to get enough breath to talk.

"Yvette.... if you're my friend....help me. I have...14 hours to go...and I have to walk....3 kilometres.....Can you come with me ?"

"Sure, for a short while. My Master is arriving at six, but I'm free until then.

"Then lets...walk outside. ...Down to the pier....and back again....that must be....200 metres... each way ? God I'm hot !"

The sweat was now streaming down her face, trickling down the sealed collar and into her undersuit. The grease was slippery and making her so randy she felt weak and could hardly concentrate. On the way to the pier she gasped out her admission to Yvette.

"It's terrible... I'll never be able... to last all that time...I've 4 heavy rubber suits on....then this thick leather suit....with the steel splints....making my arm and legs rigid.....Then the damned...thigh boots on top ! ....And the iron belt.....It's impossible !

Yvette smiled understandingly. Over her working suit she had donned a long black rubber mackintosh against the sea breeze. "Why fight it, Gerda ? You know that deep down you are enjoying the challenge. Your Master is testing you, and you must succeed !"

Slowly they reached the pier and started back to the house, out of sight of anyone as they walked through a small wood. Gerda's breaths were coming in increasingly agonized gasps through the restricted breathing nozzle, and she frequently stumbled as she tried to keep her balance with her hands cuffed behind her.

She stopped, exhausted. "If only...I could...breath easily....Can't you...open the...nozzle...a fraction ?"

Yvette's masked face looked at her in shock. "Dear me, No ! On of the worst sins is to touch or help another slave in punishment. Besides, you'll soon get used to it and find the strength to carry on."

Then suddenly her gloved hand reached out at rubbed Gerda's crotch, gently massaging it. "But there's no rule to say I can't give you moral support or physical satisfaction. Take a pleasure now, you will feel better for it !"

With a groan Gerda pressed herself against the other girl, through the nozzle smelling the faint aroma of rubber and perfume from Yvette's mackintosh. Within seconds the grease had done it's work, and the world was spinning as she strained and panted as an incredible pleasure flooded through her body.

12 hours later Gerda stumbled into the rest room, her body soaked in perspiration and her legs aching. Four times she had rested for an hour, lying on her bed before pulling herself together and walking back and forth to the pier. On the last trip the inevitable happened and she stumbled and fell. It was almost impossible to get back up with her stiff limbs and handcuffed arms. It was oh so tempting just to lie there, knowing the effort required to get up. Grimly she rolled over to a tree and using it for support gradually pushed herself back up. Maria had cleaned up her suit, her buffing and rubbing causing an immense amount of sweaty writhing pleasure in the grease, but not before a smiling instructor had given her 50 demerits for dirtying her costume. She had sobbed as he added a 18 inch hobble to her costume, making it even more difficult to walk and to reach the 3 kilometres. Now she was light headed, her breath rasping and heaving, body divorced from mind. Most of the slaves had retired for the night, but Marcia and Tania were having a last night cap at the bar. They rushed over in their high heeled thigh boots and helped Gerda onto he sofa. She lay there gratefully, heaving in restricted air, her head spinning, an incredible thirst and blind through sweat running into her eyes.

"Time...what's the time...? she asked weakly. "Can't go on...too...hot. Walking... hot, no air....Walking....all night..."

There was little the other girls could do to help. Gerda's mask had no mouth holes, so there was no way to give her a dink, which in any case was against the rules. Sympathetically they watched her struggle to remain conscious.

"The grease...it's diabolical....makes me so randy....must keep walking.... with this weight... must rest.... wake me up...in a few minutes... must keep walking.

But both slaves had to go to bed, so Gerda slept on the sofa, occasionally snorting and stirring at the lack of proper air in her helmet. She awoke suddenly, able to see the clock now the mist had cleared from her goggles, and saw she had 10 minutes to go.

Despite all her heavy suits, she was cold and miserable. Her hands cuffed behind her were numb inside her layers of rubber. With difficulty, she swung her stiff legs out and stood up. Panicky now, unable to see what the pedometer said strapped to her ankle, she started walking stiffly up and down the long corridor outside the rest room as fast as she could. Her circulation swiftly returned, and soon the goggles were misted over again, the heat swiftly building up again. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, and recognised the voice of an instructor.

"Relax, slave Gerda, it's midnight. I'm to take you to your Master. Follow me."

In a daze she found herself back in the preparation room where she had started 14 hours previously. Guy and two maids were waiting for her. Gently the horrible helmet was pulled over her head and the steel collar removed, Gerda gratefully heaving in unrestricted air.

He bent and unstrapped the pedometer, a smile on his face.

"Excellent, my dear slave, excellent ! I knew you had the courage !" He showed her the dial, registering nearly 4000 metres. One of the maids removed the heavy iron belt from around her waist, and she sagged against Guy as the exhaustion suddenly swept over her, her masked and dripping wet head turned up to him.

"Please, dear Master, give me a pleasure before you take off these suits. Let me feel your hands on me, please, just this once !"

He dismissed the two maids, then laid her gently on a couch, kneeling in front of her in his tight black suit. He kissed he gently, despite he wet mask.

"Congratulations, my dear slave Gerda, it was a very tough test because as my own personal slave you must suffer more than anyone ! I'll give you a pleasure, but in return you keep your suits on until morning !"

"Yes, oh yes !" she agreed, as his skilled hands caressed her and despite her weariness she was transported into ecstasy of love and tenderness. As the incredible tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her in her greases suit she screamed in rhapsody...

"I love you, Master, I love you. There is nothing I will not suffer for you, nothing...nothing...!"