Testers

by Paul Enock

  “And who’s ‘they’ and what do they want?”

  “I don’t know. They just approached me in a bar in London. I don’t know who they are. They wanted pictures of the designs.”

  Mike had made his way around the far side of the office whilst Ian had been talking to approach Sarah from the other side and now spoke for the first time. “The thing is, Sarah, we don’t believe you.”

  “What are you going to do? I haven’t done anything. Nothing is missing. Please, I’ll just go and you’ll never see me again. Please!”

  “Well, first we’d like the truth and the only way we can be sure of that is by using a motivator.”

  “No. You can’t. I won’t allow it,” and Sarah tried to push passed Ian to the door, but Mike was too quick and grabbed hold of her arms. Before Sarah could react Ian had snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists behind her back and her options were rapidly shrinking.

  Mike pulled a ‘smart’ collar from his pocket and locked it about Sarah’s neck. “Are you going to co-operate or shall we restrain you?” By way of an answer, Sarah aimed a kick at Mike but her long pencil skirt rather inhibited her movement and, instead, she nearly fell over. “Let’s take her to my office,” and the two men frog marched Sarah along the corridor and into Mike’s room. There he clipped a chain to her collar and hooked it onto the wall shackle the far side of his work bench stretching Sarah across the surface of the bench. Both Mike and Ian grabbed an ankle each and locked about them cuffs complete with trailing chains. Then they looked at each other. They were kneeling on the floor each side of Sarah’s legs. Her legs were encased in thigh length black leather boots with four inch heels and the top of the boots disappeared under the hem of her grey, knee length pencil skirt. From their vantage point on the floor they could just see Sarah’s backside folded over the edge of the desk. There was no way to spread her legs open with the skirt in place so they pushed it up her thighs with their free hands, revealing in turn the top of the boots, the top of her black stockings held in place by lacy suspenders, the milky white of her thighs and finally the smooth, white arse cheeks with the back of a black lace thong trapped between them, its little pouch concealing her vulva and anus. Sarah shrieked as her legs were pulled apart and chained to the legs of the desk to either side.

  “Very pretty dear,” said Ian as he laid a hand on her arse bobbing about in the air behind her.

  “Go fuck yourself,” was her response.

  Mike produced a pair of scissors and snipped through the back and waist band of the thong and pulled the tattered remnants away with a flourish to reveal the dark puckered rim of her anus and, below it, the flushed, pink lips of her pussy glistening with anticipatory lubrication. “It looks like she’s expecting us,” said Mike, and he slowly trickled his fingers along the length of her cleft until they vibrated over her clitoris and his thumb slipped deep inside her.

  “Nooo. Please don’t,” said Claire as mike removed his hand and picked up a motivator. He flipped it open and fed the shaft into her open pussy. It slipped in easily and, when it was buried to the hilt, Mike snapped it closed and it clicked ominously.

  “Calibrating…” said a voice inside Sarah’s head. “Operational.” Sarah lay limply across the top of the desk whilst Mike and Ian unlocked the chains from her ankles and collar, and removed the handcuffs; there was now no need of such restraints. She slowly rose and looked down at the motivator locked over her pubis. She tentatively took hold of it and tried to wiggle it free, but it wouldn’t budge, so she pulled down the hem of her skirt and smoothed it against her thighs. Then she looked up at Mike and Ian, tears just beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

  “Who’s involved in this plot?” asked Ian.

  “Just Rosa and I,” said Sarah.

  “What were your intentions? What were you going to do with the pictures?”

  “I was just going to sell them back to you. I didn’t mean to… Arggggh!” Sarah collapsed in a little heap on the floor with her hands clasped between her legs.

  “Stand up,” said Ian and she quickly unfurled and stood erect. “What were you going to do if I didn’t pay?”

  “Publish them on the internet.”

  “So that I couldn’t patent them?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you have any other company property in your possession?”

  “No.”

  “Okay. Stand there while we think,” and Ian and Mike moved to the window to discuss their options.

  “I’d rather not involve the police; they don’t have a lot of sympathy for our research and can make life difficult here. On the other hand, we can’t just let them go. They could have destroyed this company.”

  “I promise I….Argggggh!”

  Mike and Ian looked round at Sarah trembling against the edge of the table, then turned back and continued their deliberations.

  “We could sell them to the Arabs. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement where we can use them to test future products.” Both Mike and Ian turned to look at Sarah and she was staring at them, eyes and mouth open wide, slowly shaking her head.

  They turned away and grinned at each other. Ian said “If we finish the trials using Sarah and Rosa, then we could allow them to just leave. I’m sure they’d not cause any further problems.” They turned again to look at Sarah and she was nodding her head vigorously.

  “Well…” said Mike, feigning indecision. “If they do cause further trouble, I suppose we could always resort to the Arab white slave solution.”

  “Okay. It’s agreed then. We use Sarah and Rosa to finish our trials and, assuming all goes as planned, we allow them to slip off at the end of the tests, say 3 weeks or so from now.” Sarah had her eyes closed and was still nodding.

  “Best get you ready to join the others with the shepherd then,” said Mike to Sarah. “Strip!”

  Sarah’s eyes flew open but she immediately started to unbuckle her waist cincher. Next came the white silk blouse to show a white lace bra with half cups supporting her soft white breasts. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shrugging her shoulders from the straps and her tits swung free, their nipples springing to attention. Wordlessly she looked at Mike and Ian and unzipped her skirt at the waist, wiggling it over her hips and sliding it down her long, stocking clad thighs before carefully stepping from it. Once again the motivator was revealed nestled between her legs and clasped tightly over her pubis.

  Mike handed her a ring gag and Sarah wiggled it between her teeth and buckled it behind her neck. “Tighter!” said Mike and she pulled the buckle up a hole.

  “Boots,” said Ian. “Leave the stockings on; they look quite decorative.” Sarah sat on the edge of the bench and unlaced her boots, pulling them from her feet and then stood once more before the men. Mike wrapped the mittens and sheaths about her arms and locked the broad cuffs to her wrists. Then he got her to kneel and folded her legs into the back pair of steel sheaths before buckling them tightly about the top of her thighs. It took only a minute or two to clip the rods between her wrists and her knees and Sarah was reduced to the status of a sheep, only able to move around on hands and knees and unable to speak. Mike unlocked and removed the collar from around her neck and then pushed a key into the underside of the motivator. It opened with a click and he withdrew the glistening shaft from her as she shuddered. He knelt behind her and lubricated her pussy and anus well as she looked at him over her shoulder, and then he rose.

  Sarah looked up at Mike with her mouth held open wide and a resigned expression in her eyes. “There you go,” he said. “You are now fully available for whatever should come your way. Now run along and play with your friends out on the field.”

  She seemed reluctant to move and, instead, slowly turned around and experimentally moved an arm to see how far it would go. Not very far was the answer – just enough to allow her to crawl about on her hands and knees. Just then the door eased open and two radio controlled vehicles spilled in, their cattle prods wavin
g in front of them. Sarah squeaked as they moved behind her and started to drive her through the door. Sarah stood her ground, watching the vehicle to her right as it stood motionless with its prod quivering. The other one darted in on her left and its prod touched the top of her thigh. Sarah shrieked and scampered through the open door with her breasts swinging beneath her and the ‘sheep dogs’ hard on her tail.

  Ian looked at Mike and smiled. “Well. It looks like now it only remains for us to go and enjoy the fun.”

  Chapter 16

  After an unknown time interval, Claire was aware that she was no longer held. She was alone in a field on her hands and knees and nothing was touching her. She looked up surprised to see the others all watching her, some with concern; one just with fascination.

  Rosa knew she was going to be next and watched as the dome slept and the other sheep huddled together. Then something started happening back at the house. Another sheep was being herded across the courtyard by two sheep dogs and another shepherd was slowly emerging from the doorway. Claire looked on at Sarah; she had been stripped of her fine clothes and fitted with the same restraints as the other girls, and she looked terrified. Behind her the two sheep dogs were biting at her heels and the shepherd was gliding slowly but inexorably towards her. It took ten minutes before Sarah was driven to join the others and another five before the second shepherd joined them. Rosa was becoming more and more agitated and trying to escape the group, but she had no chance. The sheep dogs let her get about fifty yards away before they drove her back and she looked with pleading eyes at Sarah who just slowly shook her head.

  Then the first shepherd awoke and both Rosa and Sarah became prey. Sarah tried to brave the electric prods but she was unable to move fast enough and after she’d been shocked a few times she seemed to cave in. Inevitably, both Sarah and Rosa got caught by the claws and their bodies became overwhelmed by the probes and suckers. As they trembled in the grip of the shepherds, Ian and Mike wandered out onto the field and removed Claire’s gag and bindings, allowing her to stand. They then did the same to a somewhat confused Laura and Nita.

  “My God! Look at them,” said Nita and Claire stared as Rosa and Sarah knelt almost head to head, both quivering with the sensory overload. But that is not what had shocked Nita: both Rosa and Sarah had swollen abdomens; more than that, their bellies were drooping and throbbing. They were actually bouncing up and down and sending vibrations which run up their sides to theirs waists. “What’s happening to them?”

  “The shepherds have a water fill and drain system similar to the enema suits, but they go a bit further in that they can make the water pulsate within the ‘victim’. If the water hits its resonant frequency, that’s what happens; their whole body starts to pulsate and their bellies bounce up and down.”

  “Will they be alright?” asked Claire.

  “Oh, I should think so. They may become a bit disorientated after an hour or so but they’ll be fine tomorrow when they’ll have lots of free time to ponder their situation as they drag their water trolleys around behind them.”

  Chapter 17

  Back in the dining room, Claire, Nita and Laura were all dressed and sipping coffees as Ian and Mike tried to explain what had been going on. Sarah had found her camera to be empty of all images, tested it and found it to be still working, so she thought she’d take the opportunity to retake the pictures whilst Ian was watching the games out on the field. What she hadn’t realised was that Mike was watching the office and as soon as she entered, he called Ian up and they caught her red handed taking photographs of the files. With a little persuasion from a ‘motivator’, she was obliged to tell the truth and said that she’d hired Rosa to do the actual spying whilst she just provided the inside information – where and when - and the distraction, but she had to take a more proactive approach when she found the images gone; she just assumed it was a fault with the camera. She was going to ransom the pictures back to Lincoln Ltd just like Claire had supposed.

  “I just knew she wasn’t a very nice person,” said Laura. “Very pretty but not very nice. What are you going to do with her now?”

  Ian answered, “Oh, I think we’ll just keep them for a week or two and then let them go – never to darken our doorstep again! It’s not really worth our while getting involved with the law; we like to keep a low profile. I doubt that they’ll be keen to complain about their treatment either, considering that industrial espionage is frowned upon by the courts. We may as well just use them to complete our tests. As far as you three are concerned, I realise that you haven’t completed your contract term but we have lots of data already and we still have two testers willing to repeat all the tests until we're satisfied, so you won’t be needed for any more trials. I shall, of course, pay you the full contract price. You can leave whenever you like and they’ll be a car waiting to take you back to London.”

  After dinner, Ian asked Mike and Claire to stay behind for a chat and they settled down in front of the great fireplace as Laura and Nita wandered off happily chatting about the day; in particular, of course, the shepherds.

  “Sarah was my Personal Assistant. With hindsight I can see that she was virtually running the company. I don’t want that to happen again so I’m taking steps to ensure that I’m not so pushed in the future that I can’t see what’s going on. Mike; you have been the designer responsible for creating virtually all these projects; all I’ve done is to supply the capital. I’d like to make you an equal partner in the business: equal shares, equal responsibilities.”

  Mike was speechless – at least for about fifteen seconds. “Wow. Thank you, Ian. Of course, I accept. I know that with what we’ve learnt during these trials and a few little ideas that are still in my head, this company’s going to fly.” And he was so happy that after shaking Ian’s hand he gave Claire an exuberant kiss that nearly knocked her off the settee.

  “And now you, Claire. It was your intelligence and integrity that saved us all and I now find myself short of a PA. Well, I’d like to offer the job to you, but I’m not – you’re much too clever for that. How about being the Business Director; the pay’s quite good!”

  “But you’ve seen me naked, you’ve watched me have all those orgasms, you’ve even fucked me while I’ve been strapped up tight and helpless. How can we possibly have a serious business relationship?”

  “This is a company making robotic machines for the adult entertainment business. What you say is true and tells me that you know exactly where we’re at! You know what we’re selling, and you know exactly how it works. And I know you’re too intelligent to think that anything that went on during these trials will have any bearing on our future relationship. I promise you that I shall not ask to fuck you again and this will be the last time I ever mention it.”

  “Well, err. Okay then. That’s good, because I have designs on your new partner. And under those conditions, I shall be more than happy to accept your offer.”

  *

  “Well, Miss Business Director, will you be accompanying me to my bed this evening?”

  “Of course, Mr Equal Partner. And will we be employing any bondage equipment tonight?”

  “Well, for personal use – no. But we do have two other ladies to keep under control. I understand that my two colleagues have already restrained said ladies and all that is required is to tuck them up. Would you like to help me?”

  “You bet, where are they?”

  “On Sarah’s bed I believe. Let’s go check.”

  Sarah and Rosa were in deed on Sarah’s bed. They had metal cuffs on their wrists and these were clipped together behind their backs. Chains led from the cuffs to the sides of the bed. They were kept in place in the centre of the bed by the clips joining their nipple links together. They both wore gags and they both wore the interesting chastity belts. “Comfy Ladies?” enquired Mike, and both women started to make noises behind the ball gags, but all the sounds were unintelligible. “In that case I shall wish you a good night and hope you get lot
s of sleep; you’ll need all your stamina tomorrow to drag around those heavy water trolleys. I’m looking forward to seeing how well you manage in the rubber suits with over a gallon of water in your bellies now that we’ve fitted pulsation units to the pumps. The effect should be quite spectacular. We’ve got extra heavy bells for your nipples too. I wouldn’t want to miss you passing. So, good night,” and he passed Claire the remote control.

  The cacophony of sounds coming from the women turned to shrieks as Claire switched on their belts and their arse cheeks suddenly started vibrating so much they were almost a blur.

  Chapter 18

  Claire sat in the dining room the next morning with Nita and Laura, chatting with Ian and Mike over bacon and eggs and strong coffee when the door was opened by one of the maids to admit Rosa and Sarah. They had been prepared by the two technicians and waddled across the room in their rubber dresses just as Claire and Nita had done a few days before. Rosa, leading the way, for some reason did not find the spectacle so funny as before and stared straight ahead as she took tiny steps in her high platform shoes, her legs pinned tightly together from below her knees to her crotch by the heavy rubber dress. Behind her, Sarah followed in her footsteps almost in step and equally inscrutable. Like all the women Ian chose, Sarah and Rosa were of similar heights and weights. Rosa, of course, was dark skinned being of African extraction and Sarah was a few years her senior, but, because they were almost entirely sheathed in their rubber dresses, the most reliable indication of their identities was their hair styles: Sarah was the one with the tightly permed ringlets which fell either side of her 'decorous' face, stopping just above the globes that were her breasts forced through the holes in the front of the rubber dress. Rosa’s hair was rich brown, lush and wavy as it hung loosely over her shoulders and her breasts nodded in front of her, larger and rounder than Sarah's with their nipples extruded into long points. From their tips hung the bells. Their long legs were hidden above the knee but their outlines were clearly defined by the black rubber as it swelled past their thighs and over their hips. Behind them, their arse cheeks protruded through holes in the rubber and wiggled from side to side. Other apertures, oval holes uncovering the areas from just above their mons to their trim waists, displayed their stomachs, as yet firm and flat. Their arms were pinned behind them, laced into the rubber mono-sleeves