The Girlflesh Castle

by Adriana Arden

  ‘I’m not frightened of anything,’ Jennifer said angrily. ‘I’m talking about fundamental human rights!’

  ‘All right, we’ll talk about them. Do you believe women should have the right to freedom of choice in all things?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘Even the freedom to choose when not to be free?’

  ‘What? That’s nonsense.’

  ‘Why not? It’s a valid option. Unless you only believe in those freedoms that conform to your rigid idea of the way the world should work and people should behave. That’s how dictatorships and religious fundamentalism gets started. What does it matter if some women honestly and freely choose to be slaves as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody else? I take it you’ve heard of natural submissives and masochists. You accept they exist.’

  ‘A few maybe. They’re sad women who need help.’

  ‘Oh, like lesbians and gay men used to be thought to “need help” to conform?’

  ‘That’s quite different,’ Jennifer said dismissively.

  ‘But how?’ Vanessa asked. ‘And why shouldn’t submissives be allowed the same freedom to be who they are?’

  ‘What a few do in private perhaps,’ Jennifer conceded grudgingly. ‘But that’s not what’s going on here. We saw the girls pulling carts and that slave ship. Then there was a woman being led around on a leash like a dog. There must be dozens of them here.’

  ‘Over a hundred,’ Vanessa said.

  They both blinked. Jennifer said: ‘And you say they are all here voluntarily? I don’t believe it!’

  ‘So you might believe in one submissive but not a hundred? Use your imagination. They’ve simply come here from all over the country to live as they choose.’

  ‘To be chained up and whipped, to be treated like animals, like men’s playthings!’

  ‘So they’re letting the side of free, strong, non-slave women down by inconveniently enjoying being dominated by men? And a few women as well, just for the record. Nobody’s forcing you to do the same, it doesn’t reduce your personal freedom by one iota, so why should you worry?’

  ‘It’s the principle!’

  ‘What principle exactly? And what’s the alternative? Have them live an unhappy lie for your peace of mind? Re-educate them? Lock them up for being abnormal? Except they’re into bondage and might like that.’ She saw Jennifer was getting confused and pressed on. ‘Not long ago I thought the same as you. Then I was forced to confront the same things you’ve seen today. I didn’t think women could want to like this. But they do. And gradually I found I did too.’

  Mike had been watching this verbal interchange with an expression of bemused fascination. It suited Vanessa that he kept out of it for the moment. She’d handle him later. Jennifer seemed to be the stronger more outspoken one, and for now she focused on her.

  Jennifer said: ‘But how can you want to be a … a slave?’

  ‘Because I am uniquely me and I get pleasure out of doing so,’ Vanessa said proudly. ‘It’s the way I am. Some people like music I hate or get obsessed with sports I think are dumb. That’s the way we are. Can’t you accept that?’

  Jennifer shook her head. ‘No. It’s simply not right. It’s exploitation!’ Her brow furrowed for a moment. ‘This place is big. It must cost money to run. Where does that come from? Do people make money out of these women?’

  Vanessa was expecting this. ‘Yes.’

  Jennifer looked triumphant. ‘Then it is exploitation!’

  ‘Only of the willing. And we get well cared for and earn our living.’

  ‘You’re paid slaves?’

  ‘We get a proportion of the money we earn the company. Why not?’

  ‘That sounds like prostitution.’

  ‘No, it’s a lifestyle choice. The girls here have certain natural talents that can be employed to the mutual advantage both of our clients and us. They get pleasure dominating and we get pleasure being dominated. Isn’t it far better for a submissive to be managed on a sound commercial basis by people who care about her than get trapped by people who don’t? Yes, we are commodities in a way, but then so is anybody with a special ability, a look or a skill that others value and want to make use of. The idea of enforced slavery or prostitution disgusts me as much as you. That really is evil! But this is exactly the opposite and it works.’

  ‘You’re saying this is … ethical slavery?’

  ‘Exactly. I know it’s a startling concept. I couldn’t believe it when I first heard it. But it’s true, and just because it doesn’t fit with your preconceptions of right and wrong doesn’t make it less so. What’s more important: your principles or the happiness and well-being of the girls here? The chosen lives of real people versus a set of theoretical ideals? But you won’t believe any of this unless you take the time to ask them for yourselves. Will you open your minds and give us the chance to prove it?’

  As Jennifer hesitated Mike suddenly spoke up: ‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, Jen.’

  She turned to him in surprise. ‘What?’

  ‘To find out the truth. I mean if these girls really are here voluntarily that’s a big difference to what we first thought.’

  Vanessa suddenly found herself taking a liking to Mike.

  ‘They can’t be,’ Jennifer protested.

  ‘Then we’re got nothing to lose, have we?’ Mike pointed out. ‘You’re the one always going on about equality and choice. What if they have chosen to be slaves?’

  Vanessa jumped in. ‘Just give us a week to prove it. You’ll be our guests and you can talk to as many of the girls as you like. Hear their stories. See for yourself how happy they are. If you accept it’s all consensual then everything you’ve seen remains confidential.’

  ‘That sounds fair enough,’ Mike said. ‘We’ve got more than a week of our holiday left.’

  Jennifer was still looking suspicious. ‘You think a bit of hospitality will buy us off?’ she asked Vanessa.

  ‘No, I’m doing you the courtesy of believing you meant it when you talked about rights and principles. If I thought you were the kind of people who could be bought off then I’d tell the owners to close down the Glen right now rather than pay bribes. You don’t have the monopoly in principles, you know.’ She felt the emotion building inside her again and thought of Shiller’s speech in B3 before all the girls and added huskily: ‘To us honesty is everything.’

  Jennifer was peering at her curiously for the first time. ‘All right, I’ll do it, but not for a week. It won’t take me that long to know for sure. Three days.’

  Vanessa took a deep breath. ‘Three days – starting from tomorrow.’

  ‘Agreed.’

  ‘And you promise not to try to leave during that time.’

  ‘Fair enough,’ Mike said.

  ‘Also, you can talk to as many girls as you like but you don’t trouble the guests,’ Vanessa said. ‘They didn’t come here to debate the morality of slavery. They know they’re not doing anything wrong enjoying our girls.’

  ‘I wouldn’t trust what they said anyway,’ Jennifer said with contempt.

  ‘And … you’ve both got to be strip-searched.’

  Jennifer looked startled. ‘What? No way!’

  ‘Listen to me,’ Vanessa said patiently. ‘We have to be careful of spies. There are far nastier people around than you can imagine who’d love to destroy us. You might be working for them trying to smuggle a camera in here. Your baggage has been checked and now it’s your clothes and you.’

  ‘Nobody’s laying a finger on me!’ Jennifer insisted.

  Vanessa allowed a trace of scorn to enter her voice. ‘So you say you care about the dignity of the girls here but you’re not prepared to sacrifice a little of your own on their behalf?’

  ‘Come on, Jen,’ Mike said. ‘It’s no worse than if you get unlucky at an airport. We’re in this thing now, so let’s just get it over with, eh?’ He flashed a sudden easy smile. ‘Anyway, I’m hungry. Any chance of getting something to eat around here?’

/>   ‘They’ve got a fantastic chef in the castle,’ Vanessa promised.

  Jennifer took a deep breath. ‘All right. But none of those security guards are touching me.’

  ‘I’ll see to you, okay?’ Vanessa said.

  ‘Then let’s get this over with …’

  Mike was taken out so Jennifer could strip. Vanessa handed her boots, clothes and pocket items out the door for the guards to check.

  Jennifer had a nice body. Pale, neatly shaped high breasts with well-proportioned nipples, a trim waist, strong thighs and nicely rounded buttocks. Her pubes were a thick dark delta of fluffy curls.

  Once she was naked Vanessa ran a bug scanner one of the security men had shown her how to use over her body. Jennifer’s lips tightened to a pinched line but she said nothing. When Vanessa put on a rubber glove and applied KY jelly, she scowled but turned round and bent over the table.

  As she probed Jennifer’s vagina and anus, which were very nicely formed and invited thoughts that Vanessa had to suppress, Vanessa was alert for some subtle response to this intimacy. But all she felt was the other woman’s tension, resentment and desire for the search to end. Jennifer’s clothes and possessions were handed back into the room by a guard who shook his head. Jennifer dressed and they left the room for Mike to be searched.

  As they waited outside they saw Mike’s clothes and possessions being handed out and minutely dismantled and examined. His boots, watch, inhaler and wallet were scanned for electronic devices and then put through a portable x-ray machine.

  ‘Just how paranoid are you?’ Jennifer demanded as she watched the guards at work.

  ‘Very, I’m afraid,’ Vanessa said. ‘You might understand one day.’

  Ten minutes later Mike had been checked and cleared and was dressed once again. He grinned broadly, looking Vanessa up and down with approval. ‘Well, that wasn’t so bad. Now, what about some food? We’re your guests now, you’ve got to keep us well fed or else we’ll tell on you.’

  ‘Mike, this is serious!’ Jennifer snapped.

  ‘Sorry.’

  While Mike and Jennifer were found a room in the castle and provided with a meal, the Slavemaster took Vanessa back to the Laird’s Office to report her progress. She felt utterly drained after her verbal confrontation and wished she could have done better.

  ‘I made the best deal I could, Director,’ Vanessa explained to Shiller’s image on the screen. ‘They’re very suspicious of us, Jennifer especially. I think Mike’s beginning to realise what a good time he could have here, which might be helpful, but she has her principles. I was hoping she might show some sign that slavery had a secret appeal to her, like I did even though I tried to deny it. But I don’t think she’s a potential submissive.’

  ‘That would be too much to expect to happen twice,’ Shiller said.

  ‘And we have three days to convince them to keep our secret,’ said the Laird grimly.

  ‘Three days is better than none,’ said Shiller. ‘For the moment, Vanessa, as you have established a degree of understanding, I think you should continue to represent us. Your presence will serve as a constant reminder that our girls are all volunteers. From now until this problem is resolved you are excused all other duties and are free to act at your own discretion. Is there anything you need?’

  Vanessa had been giving this some thought. ‘First, can I have Cherry Chain to act as escorts and sample slave girls, please, Laird? I know how they’ll respond to questioning. And the use of whatever facilities I need when I show them round? Also, can the security presence please be as unobtrusive as possible?’

  ‘You can have all that, girl, if it gets the result,’ the Laird said. ‘Meanwhile I’ll tell the hunter that downed you that you’re ill and offer him another prize girl.’

  ‘No, Laird, if you please I would like to go back on display and serve normally. The guests should not suspect anything is wrong. Mike and Jennifer will keep to their room tonight. It’ll give them time to calm down a little and perhaps take in what I said. Tomorrow we can all start fresh.’

  The Laird looked at her with renewed respect and observed dryly: ‘I like this girl, Director.’

  ‘I knew you would,’ said Shiller.

  As she was put back on display Vanessa tried to put all thoughts of the task ahead of her out of her mind and surrendered to the simple rewards of slavish life. With the ball-gag in her mouth and fake antlers once more glued to her head she knew who she was and what was expected of her. The knowledge that the guests looking up at her got enjoyment from seeing her mounted amongst her sister slaves pleased and excited her. If they cared for more her lower body projecting out into its tiny alcove on the gallery side could provide it.

  Over the next few hours, two men made use of her. The feel of good hard cocks filling her vagina was a great comfort. That she never saw their owners’ faces did not matter in the least. Afterwards the chain girl with the douche gun cleaned her up and gave her a little pat and tickle when she was done. It was so nice to belong. This must not be allowed to end!

  That evening she was taken to the room of the man who had bagged her in the hunt. Afterwards she did not recall much of his face, but again that did not matter.

  He put a big rubber bit in her mouth and chained her standing with feet spread wide to the foot of his bed, facing towards its head. He ran down a large rubber hook from amongst the devices hidden away in the bed canopy and slid it up into her vagina. Winding it tight lifted her onto her toes and pulled her hips forward and up, tensioning her body so there was no slack in her posture. Then, very slowly and carefully, pausing between each stroke to feel the warmth of her flesh, he gave her a thorough paddling until her bottom was an even scarlet.

  Only when the saliva trickling from between her clenched teeth was dripping onto her breasts and the juices from her hooked vagina were making a stain on the floor and she was moaning desperately for relief, did he ram his shaft up her backside and sodomise her again and again.

  * * *

  In the small hours Vanessa woke up with a start as though from a bad dream.

  She was chained on her back spreadeagled under the softly snoring body of her master. Fortunately she had not disturbed him.

  Her contentment had melted away with the cooling of her backside and now the enormity of her task had hit her. It had taken a month to convince her that Shiller’s slave business was ethical and she’d been a convert-in-waiting all the time. Now she had committed herself to accomplishing the same task with two people, one of whom was implacably opposed to everything related to the girlflesh business, in just three days. And the pair of them might yet turn out to be Rochester’s spies.

  She felt like the defender of the castle under siege with the battlements about to be stormed by the enemy. And it was not only Glen Lothy that was under attack but the whole company and what it stood for: the castle of girlflesh. And if she failed it would all come tumbling down.

  Nine

  HAVING SERVED ALL night the Cherry Chain girls were allowed a lie-in. However Vanessa had to cut their rest period short to brief them. While the other chains left to serve about the Glen, they sat in a tight huddle in the cell round Vanessa while she explained her plans.

  Amber, Charlotte, Fiona, Hollie, Kashika, Lisa, Madelyn, Olivia, Rachel, Tina, Victoria and Yvonne. She’d seen them accepted into the Shiller slave-training programme and she’d seen them graduate. Now, as she looked into their anxious faces, Vanessa desperately hoped she would not see them depart from the life they loved, because it would mean she had failed.

  ‘For the next three days your only duty is to be ready when I need you,’ Vanessa said. ‘That might mean talking to Mike and Jennifer about what you feel about being slaves, giving demonstrations or serving them or me in some way. I don’t know for sure because mostly I’ll have to play it by ear. Basically be honest and be yourselves.

  ‘Now I think Mike’s going to be easier to win over. Like any bloke his age this place is a dream come true. S
o anything you can do to keep him happy is fine, but don’t be too obvious so it offends his girlfriend.

  ‘Jennifer is the real challenge. She simply can’t believe we like being dominated, especially when that means being mastered mostly by men. I’m going to suggest she interviews any of you she wishes individually and in private. She’s going to be trying to prove her suspicions that you’re all really being pressured or brainwashed into this. This is where all your individual stories will help. I want her to get to know you as individuals who’ve come together here out of choice, not coercion. But no mention of Shiller by name or how big the company’s operation actually is. I threw a little of that at them yesterday to get their attention, but I don’t want this to get sidetracked. For now we’ll just work at getting her to accept Glen Lothy as the home of happy, consensual slaves. Any questions?’

  Kashika said solemnly: ‘You know we’re ready to do whatever’s necessary. Just ask us.’ The others nodded. Vanessa felt the warmth of their companionship and loyalty wash over her and had to swallow hard. If Jennifer could just feel as she did now all her doubts would be blown away.

  ‘Should we make it all seem like more of a game?’ Charlotte wondered. ‘If she’s worried about us suffering then we could say the whips and stuff are softer than they look and we’re just playing along when we cry and howl.’

  ‘No, no pretence of any sort,’ Vanessa said firmly. ‘That’ll make this seem more like elaborate prostitution. I said this was a lifestyle choice and I think she might respect that if she’s absolutely convinced it’s true. If she thinks we’re putting on any sort of act then it’s finished!’

  Before she began her day with Mike and Jennifer, Vanessa had an early conference with the Laird and Shiller.

  ‘We’ve had some results from our enquiries into the backgrounds of our uninvited guests,’ Shiller said. ‘Miss Morton is a freelance writer and illustrator with a modest but growing reputation in her field. Some of her work had been published by Dominion Press, which Rochester owns, and she attended at least one literary gathering where he was present – along with a few hundred other people.