Testers

by Paul Enock

  They trotted up and down the drive for ten minutes and then were led round the house to the circular road that went around the lake. They stood at the top the hill that marked the start and finish line and Ian addressed them. “One lap, one and a quarter miles. The losing pair has a forfeit tomorrow – they get to spend the day in the enema suits.” Claire had absolutely no idea what an enema suit could look like but it didn’t sound good. She was not going to lose. “Ready, Go!” said Ian.

  “Run” said both drivers in unison and the whips cracked. Claire pushed as hard as she could and very soon the cart was flying down the hill towards the lake. The other cart was nowhere in sight but Claire could hear the other driver calling faster so it couldn’t be far away. As the road levelled around the lake so the cart slowed and her driver called faster; there was a crack but it was Nita that got the whip. At the half way point, Claire still hadn’t seen the other cart and Nita and she were flying around the back of the lake. Her dildo was still bobbing in and out with a rapid but easy motion, probably all the lubrication I’m supplying thought Claire, and her breasts were beginning to ache as they bounced unimpeded by any support. They reached the bottom of the hill up towards the house and Claire knew that this is where the work starts. She pushed hard against the shafts as the voice said “Faster” and the whip cracked again on Nita. Claire could hear the clopping of feet from the other cart; they could only be just behind. “Faster” crack, and this time they both got the stinger. They made the top of the rise and there was now only a gentle slope back down to the finish line. “Faster” said the voice and Nita got the sting again. Then Claire heard the other cart beside her and pushed as hard as she could manage. “Faster” crack went the whip on Nita, then crack again. To her horror, Claire saw Rosa just ahead but moving fast. “Faster” crack; they both got that one, but still Rosa and Laura were in front. Claire could see the finish line, everyone was lined up and she could hear them cheering. “Faster” Crack, “Faster” Crack. Nita was getting nearly all the stings and still Claire could see Rosa ahead, and they were accelerating. “Faster” said the voice in the same monotone; crack went the whip, but it was no good; Rosa and Laura were crossing the line, their legs pumping and their cart flying past Ian and Sarah who were cheering loudly.

  “Woah” said the driver, “Walk” and they walked on for about fifty yards before he steered them round to go back to the start. “Stand” it said. Claire was mortified; she thought they were going to win. She could hear Nita sobbing beside her but could do nothing to help. “Walk” said the driver and Claire hesitated; she thought this trial had finished, but apparently not so. “Walk” he said again and the whip cracked against Claire.

  Claire and Nita walked all the way back round the lake, they trotted up and down the drive; they turned in and out between trees and stood for ages staring at a brick wall. Sometimes Claire would catch sight of Rosa and Laura on similar inane activities, but the driver was uncompromising; you had to do what he said and go where he directs – there was no room for negotiation.

  By six o’clock, Claire was so tired of walking, trotting and running up and down in front of the house that the dildo was beginning to lose its attraction. Mike unhitched them and led Claire back into the house to her changing room while another technician did the same with Nita. Mike took out the bit gag and offered Claire another bottle of energy drink. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s all I’m allowed to give you” and Claire nearly cried as she drank down the anaemic liquid. No sooner had she finished than Mike worked a ring gag behind her teeth, effectively cutting off further communication on her part. He asked if she needed the bathroom, but she didn’t; obviously her diet that day had been worked out with some precision. So he got her to lean across the table and clipped her collar to the wall and her feet spread to the table legs. He removed her corset and her bells but left the rest in place; her hands and arms were still useless. Then he knelt behind her with the jar of lubricating jelly. Mike was obviously not immune to the attractions of the female sex and slowly rubbed the jelly the length of Claire’s vulva, paying particular attention to the area around her clitoris. Then her spread a great dollop on his fingers and worked them well into her pussy. Claire was almost climaxing and her legs were beginning to tremble, so Mike stopped and Claire cried out in frustration. But then he spread the jelly around her anus and began working as much as he could inside her other entrance. Claire thought briefly that here she was, bound and gagged with her legs chained apart and a man she didn’t know from Adam pushing jelly into her arse and pussy. It was only a brief thought though – there were more pressing thoughts to be had as Mike worked his fingers into her.

  She groaned as he picked up the chastity belt from the night before; the one with the interesting phalli, and worked the back stub into her arse. This was quickly followed by the curiously articulated front phallus that seemed to push its way into all her corners as Mike slid it up inside of her. Her locked the belt tightly about her waist, released her legs and collar and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. He tweaked the shackles that were still through her nipples to make sure they were still firm, clipped a leash to one of them and led her from the room.

  They went to Claire’s bedroom and she was bewildered to find that Nita was already there, lying on Claire’s bed and in the same condition as Claire; ring gagged and belted. Mike got Claire to lie next to Nita and to their mutual astonishment, clipped their nipple shackles together so they were lying teat to teat.

  “Aaa oo orry,” said Nita as they lay with their heads together and Claire just smiled awkwardly and shook her head.

  Mike looked down at the two girls lying so close; well, they had little option, he thought. “Goodnight, Ladies,” he said and flipped on their belts using the remote control in his pocket as he left the room.

  Both girls shrieked as their belts went from still to high in one jump. The motors under the anuses were humming along at about four cycles per second and their arse cheeks looked like they’d turned to jelly. Inside their pussies, the other dildos were writhing about like demented snakes and the vibrators were pressed tightly against their clitorises and set to high. The girls were twisting and wriggling but all that was achieving was to pull at their teats. It didn’t take Nita long to work out that the best way to protect their nipples was to press their breasts together and she rolled on top of Claire, and then she pressed her open mouth against Claire’s open mouth and the two girls became rapidly overcome by a solid wall of climaxes.

  After ten minutes the belts stopped and the girls settled against each other and slowly drifted off to sleep, little realising that the belts would turn on again every two hours.

  Chapter 8

  Claire and Laura were woken at seven o’clock by Sarah and Mike. Sarah unclipped them from each other and led Claire away while Mike saw to Nita. Claire was taken to her dressing room, stripped of all clothes, boots, cuffs and collars, and offered the en suite facilities including a shower. Sarah even removed the pinned links that went through her nipples. She showered and washed her hair and was now feeling so much better; it was strange how much difference having clean hair can make to a girl, thought Claire. It must be something to do with self respect; just feeling good about yourself.

  Claire smiled at Sarah, who smiled back. “Bend over against the table,” said Sarah and Claire stopped smiling. She leant on the table as ordered, presenting her arse to Sarah who lubricated her pussy with some more jelly and inserted the end of a small device into her. It was made of thick, shiny steel and was wishbone shaped, about two inches wide and six inches long and profiled to lay against the inside surface of her pubic bone. The sides of the wishbone fitted inside her pussy either side of the rough pad called the G Spot and, incidentally, her urethra, and the end of the wishbone was deep inside her, projecting above the upper edge of the pubic bone. There was a click and Sarah had clicked the outside half of the device into place; this part was hinged to the inner wishbone like a clamshell and
consisted of a cup which covered Claire’s front labia and clitoris, closely conforming to its shape, and a thick hoop about four inches wide that encircled the outer form of the pubic bone, fitting against its sides and top edge. In effect, this was a small chastity device that clamped over the inside and outside forms of the pubic bone and was locked into place; it could not be removed without first opening it. The company actually produces this item as a chastity device and in that form it included a dildo that covered the G spot and filled the virginal passage; this, however, was not one of those. This was a discipline device. Given the right wireless commands, this device would suck the clitoris into a small cavity and shock it with a high voltage/low energy pulse a bit like an electric fence.

  Claire looked down at her new accessory with some confusion, pulling it gently. “It doesn’t move! It won’t come out!”

  “No,” was all Sarah said and locked a new collar around Claire’s neck. “This is a smart collar; it can listen to and understand what is said and knows whether it is you that is speaking. It also has a small vibrational speaker which rests on the back of your neck and transmits its sound through your spine to your head; no-one else will be able to hear it. It will give you commands and expects you to act immediately; failure to obey will result in disciplinary action by the unit I’ve just installed over your clitoris. You must not speak unless asked a direct question and then only say what’s necessary to answer. You must always answer honestly; it monitors your pulse and will know if you lie. You must obey all commands addressed to you by any person unless they are over-ridden by the collar. I shall now turn it on.”

  Calibrating said a voice inside Claire’s head. Operational.

  “Is that understood?” asked Sarah.

  “Yes,” said Claire, “But…Arrrgh” she screamed as her clitoris was sucked out from the folds of her labia and shocked.

  “Lets try that again,” said Sarah. “Is that understood?”

  “Yes,” said Claire, still trembling.

  “Good. It’s called a ‘motivator’ and it helps you to comply with any given commands. The shocks increase in energy each time, so you don’t want to attract too many of them. Now put these stockings and boots on,” and she handed Claire a new pair of stockings and some thigh high boots with platform soles and heels that made Claire appear to walk on tip toes. “And now this,” and she handed Claire a strange rubber dress. Claire had to wriggle her legs into the tight skirt that fitted like a second skin from just below her knees to the tops of her thighs. Then Claire put her arms into the sleeves and Sarah zipped it up the back. It was really tight and Claire could hardly breathe, although breathing was made slightly easier by the fact that there were two circular holes to allow her breasts to pop through and a circular hole around her abdomen. There was also a hole behind her and her arse cheeks popped out the back. The holes for her breasts weren’t quite big enough and the breasts looked a bit like spheres added to her body as an after thought. Finally, a rubber sleeve was slid over Claire’s arms behind her and straps over her shoulders held it in place.

  Claire looked in the mirror and was horrified by the effect; she looked like a slippery black fish with huge round breasts protruding out the front and a huge arse sticking out the back. She could just about waddle along on her precariously high boots. Sarah told her to bend over again and lubricated her anus well with the jelly, then told her to go to the dining room and stand in front of a box at the end of the table.

  Claire looked at her voicelessly pleading, but the inaction got a response from her control unit and she got shocked again. Claire hurriedly turned and left the room, taking little pixie steps with her breasts bobbing from side to side. As she waddled up the corridor, Nita emerged from a side room looking exactly the same. The two girls looked at each other but didn’t speak or break step; Nita just fell in behind Claire.

  When they entered the dining room, everybody was already seated and eating breakfast. Rosa and Laura were there, Rosa wearing a silk blouse and short flared skirt and Laura in a summer frock. Laura looked shocked but Rosa couldn’t stop laughing. The girls wiggled their way to the head of the table and looked down at the two low boxes placed there. Each box had a black rubber coated and well lubricated rod sticking up from its seat; perhaps one and a quarter inches diameter and three inches long, and the girls just stared down at them.

  “Pease sit. They go in the back,” said Ian and Claire and Nita gingerly seated themselves, wiggling their arses to work the rods into them. Rosa was nearly falling from her seat with the giggles at this stage. No sooner had they sat down than rings around the top edge of the probes unfolded and inflated, locking the girls onto the probes and sealing their inner cavities around them. The probes were actually tubes and the deflated rubber rings had been folded over their top edge to make insertion easier.

  “Comfortable?” asked Ian. When the girls just looked at him he added “You may answer.”

  “Yes,” said Claire.

  “No,” said Nita and looked at Claire who shrugged.

  “In front of you is your breakfast. Drink it now.” And Rosa and Laura looked surprised when the two rubberised girls sucked down another helping of the anaemic energy drink through a straw without a word of protest. “Stand,” said Ian and they stood up to find that a thick hose trailing down into the tops of the boxes was now locked into each of their arses. Mike and another technician walked round behind them pulling small two wheeled carts with six foot shafts that ended with a small tee piece. They clipped a ring on the end of each girl’s arm sleeve to a shackle half way along the shafts and strapped the tee piece to the underside of their arms just below the shoulders. The shafts of the small carts had now become extensions of each girl’s outstretched arms behind her. Then the technicians lifted the boxes the girls had sat on onto the platforms of the carts, the thick flexible hoses still snaking from the boxes into their arses.

  Ian sat looking at the mortified girls. “The units that you’re now going to pull around contain a reservoir of five gallons of salted water, a battery, pump and valves, and an as yet empty waste tank. Do what you are told to do either by the control unit or anyone that you meet on your travels. If you don’t do what you are told or don’t react fast enough, you will be disciplined by your motivators. During your travels you will slowly be filled with water and occasionally emptied. If you complete your tasks rapidly, you will receive less water. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” said the girls in unison.

  “Good, you may go.”

  Exit the building via the main door, said a voice in Claire’s head and she hobbled from the room, Nita close behind her, as tears of laughter rolled down Rosa’s cheeks.

  *

  Claire and Nita approached each other on the far side of the lake walking in opposite directions. Both girls were filling with water and their bellies were beginning to protrude through the cut out in the front of their outfits. Nita waddled along towards Claire looking totally humiliated and shaking her head slowly. As they passed Claire whispered “God, I can’t take… Arrrgh” and she got an extra pint.

  The ignominy seemed endless. Claire hobbled up and down corridors, round the gardens, to the stables and back and even to the end of the drive; and there was no good reason other than to humiliate her and make her realise that she was completely at the mercy of a computer program; something that doesn’t know mercy. Claire dreaded meeting any staff in her travels and, of course, seemed destined to pass all the staff at one time or another. Generally, the maids cowered back into doorways as she passed down the corridors, eyes and mouths wide as they stared at the bobbing breasts, the wobbling belly, and the bare, wiggling arse with its thick black hose snaking from her anus. Then she waddled past a couple of gardeners trimming hedges in the garden and they walked along on either side of her asking stupid questions.

  “What’s going on?” “What are you? A worm in fancy dress?” “What’s in the box?” “Are you full of water?” “Do you like that?
” “God! Look at that belly. She must have a gallon of water in there. Is this a punishment? Have you been bad?”

  Claire wiggled along as fast as she could, but had to answer “It is a punishment; I lost the race.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “Where I’m told.”

  “Why?”

  “I must obey otherwise I get shocked.”

  Claire was nearly at the end of the high hedge and free from the inquisition when one said “Hang on a minute,” and Claire, much to their surprise, stopped dead. They stood open mouthed, just looking at her. “Do you have to obey every command?”

  Claire slowly closed her eyes and with resignation in her voice said “Yes.”