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Guy eased the big machine to a standstill on the cobbled stones of the little port, feeling his slave stiffen behind him as the bumps and jerks fed through the pillion directly into her sex. The two sailors from the launch came forward and saluted. With difficulty Gerda stretched as her Master undid her safety clamps and allowed her to stand. She felt the perspiration pouring down the inner latex watertight suit. After all her pleasures her legs felt weak, her knees wobbly.

"Not bad," Le Compte remarked, "Just under ninety minutes. I trust you enjoyed the ride ?"

Gerda could only nod, the thick rubber gag wet inside the two masks, her jaw now aching. He signalled her to go aboard, while one of the sailors wheeled the bike into a nearby shed. In two minutes the launch was speeding across the harbour towards the open sea and the Island.

There was no respite for the exhausted Gerda. Her wrists were locked behind her and she was securely strapped to the seat near the bows, the spray soon breaking over her crash helmet and streaming down her rubber outfit. She groaned as she felt the now familiar thrill, knowing she was completely watertight, her sex clamping once more around the large dildo. Her master came forward and sat beside her, his coat and boots glistening wet.

"So, my dear slave Gerda, I am pleased with your reaction to the outside world after all the time on the island. Your accepted your enema in the middle of the Via Veneto with great aplomb, full marks for that. However, you are now returning to more advanced training. Not only your whippings and humiliation, which I know you now secretly enjoy, but a training of the mind as well as the body."

He was silent for a moment as heavy spray whipped over them, Gerda struggling to concentrate on his words in her masochistic, aroused state. "You will be entering into total slavehood, which means an absolute acceptance of anything I demand of you, no limits imposed and no mercy given !"

She nodded slowly, her love for him so great she knew she would willingly die for him, suffer anything he wished just to be with him once in a while.

"Rest assured I have no intention of permanently harming you, after all this training ! But despite your excellent progress, from now on I expect the occasional rebellion against your instructions as there severity becomes clear to you. This is when you will be truly tested, to be able to accept without hesitation your instructions, whatever they may be."

She nodded again, not fully comprehending his words. Surely she had already experienced everything the perverted minds of those who ran the island could think up ? Her daily whippings, more and more severe, her enemas, the suffocation sessions, her submission to the rods until she had learned to accepted even the dreaded number 10, her long hours in meditation - surely there could be nothing more ?

The Island was in sight. She felt a curious glow of warmth as she saw the hug house standing in bright sunlight on the hill. It was no longer a house of torment and punishment, but rather like coming back to school as a child, eager to learn everything it had to offer.

After a good nights sleep in her quarters, Gerda was awakened by her maid Maria with coffee and breakfast. The young girl was wearing a new maid's costume, and after unbuckling her gag, proudly showed it off to her Mistress.

It was a one piece suit in thick yellow latex, with high yellow thigh boots with the mandatory four inch heels. Round her small waist was a tight corset of brown leather, and a two inch wide collar and long gloves to match. Her latex mask was now in yellow as well. Gerda was amused to see that even the base of the rod, chained by the corset into her bottom, matched the brown and yellow colour scheme.

"It's lovely, Mistress !" Maria laughed, "It's thicker the standard maids uniform and so I get hotter, but it's very comfortable. All the serving maids have got them, it's so nice to have a change ! I have also taken the opportunity to wear a larger rod for the first time , a number 6, to celebrate, I hope you don't mind ?"

Gerda shook her head in mild exasperation. Clever Guy, never let anything become a bore, but said nothing except to compliment her maid, and threaten her with hundreds of demerits if the rod made her come while on duty.

"So what's on today" she asked curiously, "Last night Le Compte wouldn't give me any idea. I gather I'm advancing onto some different kind of training."

Maria became serious, expertly pouring the coffee despite the six inch chain connecting her wrists. "Yes mistress, it's wonderful for you ! The Master spent some time last night with Miss Dodds and the Executioner planning your future. Apparently he thinks you are ready for the Final Treatment. You should be honoured, only about one in three slaves ever attain the distinction !"

"Thanks a bunch," said Gerda, "Just what does that mean ?"

"I've no idea, Madam. Nobody talks about it openly."

"So what does the grapevine say ?"

Maria looked puzzled. "What means that ? I no understand ?"

Gerda grinned. Her maid spoke English as well as she did. Get me the cane, I see you need a little reminding !"

Impishly, Maria produced a short whippy cane from a drawer and bent over, her legs stiff and her pert yellow bottom sticking over, the chain between her legs tightening to force the rod deeply into her. Gerda gave her three quick lashes, delighting in the crack of the whip against the tight latex. But she had no wish to really hurt her maid, despite the secret thrill it gave her. Maria stood up, grinning happily beneath her mask. "Thank you Mistress. I think with my new uniform you can whip harder, it's a thicker material ! Now I need to prepare your costume, give you your morning enema, and then dress you ready to report downstairs !"

Only later did Gerda realise that Maria had managed to avoid any discussion of the Final Treatment.

Gerda was intrigued by the outfit Maria laid out. Usually it was a working suit or something Maria could easily find in the cavernous wardrobes of her room. Maria received her dressing instructions with her breakfast tray, and only for ceremonial occasions was it necessary to bring up a special outfit from the huge preparation room on the ground floor.

Laid ou on the bed today was only a very fine, white latex suit, gossamer thin, with feet and gloves attached, and a pair of bikini briefs in thick white leather. Also a pair of very high heeled black patent shoes, and a very large rod.

She regarded the rod with dismay. "That !" she asked, "It's one of the largest !"

"Yes, madam, I'm sorry, it's a number 9. The heavy pants are to keep it in as it has no chain, then the suit over that."

Gerda knew better than to argue, and she had no desire to start off this phase of her training on the wrong foot. Maria would only call for the Instructors if she resisted, and she would end up wearing it anyway but with a huge number of demerits to add to her woes. She bent over and Maria applied wads of cool grease to her anus, and then pushed the rod firmly home. Gerda gave a brief scream as the thick member suddenly slid inside her. Gasping at the feeling, she quickly she stepped into the tight pants and drew them up, holding the monster in place.

Carefully Gerda drew on the white suit, knowing how easily it could split with the wrong pressure. As usual it fitted perfectly, a compliment to the workshops which made all the centres costumes. It clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin. She pulled on the mask and stepped into the stiletto shoes, barely able to walk in them. In the long mirror she thought she looked like a devilish angel, entirely encased in gleaming white except for the sinister black shoes. She bent down two or three times to let the rod work the grease into her, then turned to Maria.

"O.K., Geronimo, I hardly feel dressed in this, but lets go see what Le Compte has arranged in that devious mind of his !"

Despite Gerda's frivolity with her maid, she was slightly apprehensive when she reported to Miss Dodd's office at exactly nine o'clock as ordered. The mature but kindly faced women waved her into a chair in front of her desk. As usual she was dressed as a hospital matron, made out of thick rubber. Although she seldom took part in any of the punishment sessions, as Le Compte's second in command she was responsible for the smooth day to day running of the island.

"Sit down, Gerda dear, I don't see much of you now. But I have had very good reports about you."

Gerda bowed, then carefully sat down, trying not to grimace as the rod plumbed her depths. "I'm not sure that's a good sign, Madam, perhaps everyone expects too much from me !"

"Nonsense, child, you'll get plenty of demerits here, but very few compliments. Sometimes you may not agree, but we do not expect the impossible ! How was your trip to Rome ?"

"I enjoyed myself, Madam, despite the horrors involved ! That enema ! I still can't believe it, in the middle of the city yet no one knew !"

Miss Dodd's smiled. "Yes, one of Le Compte's favourites. He has done similar things in London, Paris and New York before. No disrespect, of course, it's just a challenge which makes it worth while to do it to every slave. Now, any questions ? Complaints ? Off the record, of course."

Gerda considered, amazed at herself that dressed as she was and with an awful rod inserted she was so happy. She answered "Curiously, no ! It has been hard at times, but I came to love it eventually, I must admit. For me, the training was just right, always challenging but not too much in one go to cope with. Of course my love for Guy helped me over the rough bits, but even without that I think I would have grown to love it here. Now I can't imagine anything else !"