by Paul Enock
Laura was wearing a red leather corset that extended from just below her bust to the top of her hips. From its lower edge hung six thick elastic straps which supported a pair of black stockings. On her feet were black, patent court shoes with five inch heels and her ankles were kept apart by a two foot stretcher bar.
Claire's dress was different. She wore a leather harness of black straps which were buckled about her body, over her shoulders, and between her breasts. There were two straps which looped from the outside of her hips, between her legs and under her arse cheeks back to her hips again. These straps had the effect of spreading her pussy and squeezing her legs just under her arse so that her cheeks appeared much larger than they actually were and hung over the straps. Claire wore black lace hold-up stockings, thigh length boots with five inch heels, and, of course, a two foot spreader bar.
Nita was next, her arms pulling on the breasts of Claire and Rosa. Nita wore a lace cupless 'balcony' bra with fluffy lace trim and around her waist was a lace garter belt holding up lacy stockings. She wore pretty, high heeled sandals on her feet and a thin lacy skirt about her waist. It wasn't a very long skirt; not long enough, for instance, to cover her pussy or arse cheeks. There was a stretcher bar between her ankles.
Rosa was last in the line and was wearing high rubber stockings and high heeled shoes. On her torso was a short black rubber sleeveless jacket with short rubber tubes on the chest through which Rosa's breasts were extruded. The tubes were about three inches diameter and two inches long, and at the ends of these tubes Rosa's substantial breasts spread out to form fleshy, nippled balls which wobbled like the eyes of some strange snail.
Her legs were held apart by a stretcher bar...
At the end of the line was a notice pinned to the wall. It read Please Touch!.
As Ian entered, a cool breeze must have wafted down the line because all the girls became restless and their bodies moved in a gentle wave as their arms pulled on the girls to either side. Ian smiled at Sarah standing next to the doorway and surveyed the row of near naked women. He touched one of Laura's nipples and she jumped, pulling hard on Claire. Then he knelt and looked closely at her pussy. Laura had plump, full lips which hung down either side of her vulva, and she jumped again when Ian moved them with his finger tip. Then he let his finger slide the length of her pussy and they emerged glistening with Laura's own lubrication. "She's very wet," said Ian.
"The staff have been introducing themselves and all the girls have already had more than one climax this morning."
"Good," said Ian. We must get them in the right frame of mind for these trials as soon as possible." Ian moved on to Claire and looked at her pussy stretched wide by the belts; her clitoris was plainly visible. He took hold of one of her long nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. Without letting go he cupped her pubis with his other hand and curled his two middle fingers into her as she squirmed. She lifted a leg to close her thighs but a couple of seconds later she let it drop and her thighs parted again. Ian let go of the nipple and grabbed a handful of arse cheek overhanging the belt around the top of her thigh and gave it a squeeze and a shake as the fingers of his other hand still curled and wriggled within her. Claire twisted and gave both Laura and Nita a forceful pull. Claire in turn got pulled back as the girls tried to recover their equilibrium.
Nita was a graceful creature with flawless skin that seemed to glow. Her nipples pointed out to Ian invitingly as her breasts nestled in the frothy lace of the balcony bra and her vulva gaped as her thighs pulled her lips open. Ian couldn't resist and knelt in front of her staring at the delicate folds. Gently, he cupped each arse cheek and drew her onto his mouth as he licked and sucked at her clitoris. Within a minute. Nita's legs started to tremble and within two she was in the throes of a full blown climax, and pulled hard on Claire and Rosa. Rosa pulled hard back with such force that Laura ended up pulling hard on her own breast at the end.
Finally, Ian looked at Rosa and was intrigued by the spherical breasts bobbing two inches in front of her chest. He looked at Sarah and she grinned. "They're great, aren't they? The staff have been rocking them up and down all morning."
"They are certainly different," said Ian and he clasped both spheres and squeezed. Then he pushed both breasts down onto her stomach and let them go in turn; they bobbed back up and started nodding alternately. He looked at Rosa's pubis, smooth and plump, and then at her arse. In common with many girls of African extraction, Rosa's cheeks were very round and carried high. Ian patted them, and then he patted her pubis.
"This is good," said Ian. "Let the staff play with them as much as they want. Slide a vibrating dildos on a pole into Laura and leave it there until she climaxes, then move it on to the next one. Then you should alternate that with a good slapping from a leather paddle; bums, pussy and tits. Don't give them any warning. We should get quite a few cycles in before lunch."
"You don't think you're coming on too strong too soon, do you?"
"Do you see them complaining?"
Sarah looked at the line of naked girls, each with her legs spread awaiting their next encounter and had to agree; none of them were complaining.
Ian moved on towards his office and Sarah retrieved a thick dildo mounted on the top of an adjustable rod about three foot long. Taped to the side of the rod just below the dildo was a large vibrator with a tennis ball sized head. Sarah lubricated the dildo and plugged it into a wall socket, and then knelt in front of Laura. She touched Laura's pussy, wiping her fingers along its length, and then fed the end of the dildo into her pussy and pushed it all the way up until Laura's clitoris was pressed hard onto the vibrator. Then she adjusted the length of the rod so that it sat vertically on the carpeted floor and turned the vibrator on. Laura would have screamed if she could, but instead the only sound was a muffled hum as her hips squirmed and gyrated on the dildo.
Sarah left Laura then and moved in front of Nita. In her hand was now a heavy leather paddle. She looked at a dark, shining nipple as it protruded from its smooth, coffee coloured breast nestling in the lacy folds of the balcony bra and lifted the paddle high in front of the unsuspecting Nita. There was a loud slap as the paddle struck the top surface of her breast and the breast and nipple jumped high on the rebound. Nita involuntarily pulled her arms in to her chest and the other girls were momentarily stretched between Nita and the walls; then Nita was stretched as everybody tried to regain their equilibrium and Sarah lifted the paddle to strike the other nipple.
Chapter 5
At one o'clock, the girls were untied from each other, their stretcher bars removed, and they were led blindly off to their respective changing rooms. Mike removed Claire's mittens and led her into the bathroom to use the toilet facilities. Claire could not remove the hood and could neither see nor hear, so had no idea whether see was alone in the bathroom. After she was through, Mike led her back to the changing area and locked her hands behind her before removing her hood and gag completely.
"Thank you," said Claire.
"I have some food and a drink for you here. Are you ready?"
"Uh ha," said Claire and opened her mouth. "Why are you treating us like this? You're not testing anything, just torturing us."
"You're here to test the machines and devices used by our customers on their submissive wives, girlfriends, concubines, and sex slaves. These women live very controlled lives with little or no say in what they do, how they do it, when they do it, or with whom. If they rebel in any way they are corrected, chastised or punished. To give our machines a representative test, we need you in the role of controlled sex slave. This is just us preparing you for the next stage. Now, eat your meal; this afternoon you'll be helping the maids with the housework." He fed Claire, morsel by morsel, as she sat naked before him.
Once the meal was finished, Mike got her to stand and clipped each wrist to opposite walls so that she stood in the centre of the room with her arms outstretched. The first item he fitted was an inflatable gag secured into
Claire's mouth by a wide leather strap which sealed tightly against her lips; a few pumps of the gag filled her mouth to capacity and stilled her tongue. He pulled the rubber bulb and tube from the gag and a Schrader valve retained the pressure within the gag. The next item was a stiff, high collar which supported her head and ensured she couldn't turn or look down. The purpose of this item, Claire reasoned, was just encumbrance - to remind her that she was now just a bondage slave.
Mike removed the harness she wore for the mornings entertainment and, instead, cinched a wide leather belt about her waist.
Finally, Claire was fitted with her encouragement and reward system for the afternoon. The encouragement aspect was provided by a thick anal plug which was pressed into her arse. Once located, Mike squeezed a rubber hand bulb and the rubber skin covering the plug inflated and expanded until Claire thought she'd burst. The skin was made from a conducting rubber compound and comprised one terminal for the TENS unit housed within the plug. Mike tightened copper hoops around the tops of Claire's thighs and then connected thin leads from the hoops to the base of the plug: the hoops were the other terminal. The reward was furnished by a motorised dildo which Mike lubricated and slipped into Claire. It was retained by a wire which went through the base of the dildo and stopped it rotating, and was then locked to the front and back of the belt about her waist. He clipped her ankles together with a five inch hobble chain and then rose up before her.
Mike stood in front of her and pierced her with his blue eyes. "Your task this afternoon is to help the maids with the domestic chores, in your case with the sweeping." One at a time, he released her hands and locked long, stiff leather sleeves over her hands and forearms. Attached to the end of one sleeve was a small brush and to the other, a dustpan, turning Claire's arms and hands into implements who's only use was to sweep up dust. From each of Claire's wrists hung a short chain and Mike clipped these to her collar to prevent her from dropping her hands below her waist. She held each hand up in front of her so she could see the implements.
"Happy?" asked Mike; Claire glowered at him. He gave the arse plug a couple of extra pumps and then removed the hanging bulb. "The maids will show you what they want done. They'll have a remote controller for your 'implants'. If you please them they'll press the front button and the top half of your dildo will spin inside you. It'll also buzz like mad and transmit the vibration to the retaining wire which, fortuitously, is pressed against your clitoris. If you displease them, they'll press the back button which will set up a TENS current between your arse plug and the tops of your thighs, causing you to repeatedly clench your pelvic floor muscles. Allow me to demonstrate."
Mike pressed the front button and the dildo turned and squirmed inside Claire as the retaining wire buzzed like a guitar string. Claire fell forward against the desk, her eyes turning up inside her sockets. "And now the back," said Mike and touched the back button. Claire was immediately hit by a cyclical pulsing which caused a sharp tingle in her arse and spasms in the muscles of her arse cheeks and between her legs. Each half second spasm made her jump up rigid and then relax for half a second. As Mike kept his finger on the button, Claire bobbed up and down as her arse cheeks flexed…
Claire waved the brush and dustpan frantically about in front of her, trying to relay the information that she was not comfortable with the pulses. Mike smiled and removed his finger after five seconds. "I'm afraid we've told the maids that the effects of the two buttons is only slight, but that you're likely to try and mislead them into thinking otherwise." Claire would have groaned if she had been capable of any vocal sound; as it was, she had to be content with rolling her eyes.
"Come along. Let's meet your new mistress for the afternoon." Mike clipped a leash to her collar and they set off along the corridor, Claire taking little pixie steps and waddling like a duck with the expanded plug in her arse. Her new mistress turned out to be the youngest of the house maids; a short, slight girl who could only have been sixteen.
"This is Millie," said Mike to Claire; "Millie, this is your new drone."
Claire just stood dumbly staring straight ahead as Millie inspected her. "Ooo! Isn't she tall… and look at those nipples!" She reached out and squeezed one, then looked down at the wire disappearing between the clefts of Claire's labial lips. Mike gave her the remote and instructed her on its use; her eyes sparkled and she pressed the front button to watch Claire fold forward with the sudden stimulation. Then she pressed the back button and stared in amazement as Claire began bobbing up and down. She stood holding down the button as Mike patiently explained what was happening and why.
"And this is if she refuses to cooperate," and he gave Millie a stiff wooden paddle and passed her the leash.
Claire found that she could either crawl about the floor with her arse stuck up behind her, or squat down low with her legs open. Both options had their drawbacks: if she knelt Millie was inclined to stand behind her just to watch the goings-on under her when she pressed the buttons; if she squatted, she bounced spectacularly with the TENS signal and her open legs allowed the wire to buzz more freely against her clitoris. She spent the afternoon sweeping up minute amounts of dust as the young maid directed her with the paddle, indicated any missed traces of dust by pressing the back button and each time Claire emptied the dustpan, the maid gave her a reward, holding the button down despite any signals Claire could make until Claire was curled up on the floor, racked by orgasm. It took Millie over an hour to discover that she could hold both buttons down at the same time.
At six o'clock, Mike collected a very grateful Claire and removed her restraints and domestic implements, and allowed her to shower and redress in her own cloths for supper.
*
Sarah had an announcement to make over supper. The girls' lives were about to get much more interesting.
“Tomorrow, you will be in two teams and you will race against each other around the lake. It will take co-ordination and a will to win, and to help give you that will, the losing pair will spend the following day in robotic enema suites; you all really do want to be on the winning team!”
Chapter 6
The following morning dawned bright and sunny and Claire had spent a comfortable, if restless, night in the big bed.
She showered and dressed and met then others in the dining room at eight for breakfast, a full English followed by toast and tea. After breakfast, Sarah said to use the toilet facilities if they wish – it may be sometime before they have the opportunity again – and report to their dressing rooms.
Mike fitted a heavy leather corset around Claire’s waist; it fitted under her bust and above her hips, dipping low at the front over her belly. The corset was tightened by three wide belts at the back which were then locked into place, squeezing her already small waist and accentuating her bust and hips. She was given stockings to put on and strange thigh high boots. The boots were designed like they should have high heels, but there were no heels there, and the toes were round and broad. Then it dawned on Claire what they were; they were meant to imitate the hoofs of horses. Claire stood upright on them; it was like standing on tip-toe all the time and quite tiring to wear, but she thought they’d probably be okay to run in. Next Claire was given a plumed helmet. It had blinkers at the sides of her eyes so that she couldn’t see what was happening beside her and a bit that went into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue, preventing any intelligible speech. Finally her arms were folded behind her back and kept in place with a couple of straps binding her wrists to her forearms whilst the leather pouch of a short, sleeveless jacket was slipped around her arms, over her shoulders and buckled up at the front under her chin. Claire was wrapped tightly and looked as if she had no arms, but her breasts were bare between the top of the corset and the bottom edge of the jacket, and protruded prominently from her sleek, leather-clad torso. Her crotch was also bare and Mike rested the palm of his hand against Claire’s pubis, tickling his fingers between the lips of her vulva as Claire balanced precariously on her
‘hoofs’, closed her eyes and moaned quietly.