by Paul Enock
Both women stood meekly in front of their ‘seats’ and looked forlornly at Ian at the far end of the table. Like all their actions whilst they were wearing the collars around their necks and ‘motivators’ clamped to their pussies, they were unwilling to deviate from the precise instructions given to them by other persons or by the program housed in their collars. “Sit on the pipes,” said Ian and they carefully sat on the lubricated, rubber enshrouded tubes sticking up erect from the utility boxes, wiggling to guide the pipes into their arses. No sooner had she sat than Rosa attempted to rise but it was already too late; the rubber rings around the top of each pipe had inflated and locked the girls to their seats.
After a nourishing breakfast of anaemic high energy drink, the girls were coupled to their trolleys and set off through the doorway intent on the tasks given to them by their collars and inaudible to the rest of the diners. Behind them their arms were strapped to the shafts of the trolleys and thick, flexible hoses snaked from the top surfaces of the utility boxes on the trolleys into their arses.
As she exited the door, Rosa looked back at Claire. Her beautiful eyes and flawless face was eloquent in her distress as she mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’ to Claire before her slim, rubber clad body turned the corner and she hobbled away down the corridor. The last thing Claire saw was Rosa’s arse projecting naked through the hole in the back of her rubber dress and wiggling out of sight with its thick hose bobbing gently behind her with every step.
Claire was silent and her face expressionless as she stared at the empty doorway, different emotions crowding her head. “And what would you have me do?” asked Ian. “Those two came very close to wrecking this company; it’s only right that they should help perfect the designs before I release them. Another week or two should do it and they’ll be fine; possibly with a little less dignity but otherwise unscathed.”
“I suppose,” said Claire. “They are both such beautiful women but both with such flawed characters.”
“Rosa is not a nice girl,” reiterated Laura. “All those things she was making you two do to each other, and then she got you to strip me and, well - you know!”
“They’ll be fine,” said Mike. “We only want to fine tune some of the gadgets we’ve dreamt up. By the time you get back from London we’ll probably be finished with them and they can go home.”
Claire, Nita and Laura returned to London later that morning. Claire looked about her as she loaded her bag into the trunk and as the three girls glided down the long drive in the back of the huge car, but there was no sign of Sarah or Rosa. Back in London, the three exchanged phone numbers and emails and parted outside St Pancras. Nita had folded her arms around Claire’s neck and kissed her softly on the cheek; “Call me,” she had said and looked back wistfully as she entered the station.
Claire had gone on to her flat and stumbled into two weeks worth of disordered chaos. Becky and Sue were, of course, astonished by some of the stories Claire told of her ‘adventures’ – highly censored stories – and were keen to know about Mike. They couldn’t believe Claire had been offered a full time job; Claire’s natural modesty made her reluctant to disclose exactly what the job was, but she did assure them it wasn’t a full time tester of adult sex toys.
The next task was Dave and this proved to be easier than anticipated. Dave just accepted Claire’s statement that she had been reappraising their relationship and had concluded that they were ill matched; he didn’t seem particularly upset and admitted that he had sometimes thought the same. He had kissed her on the cheek, said he’d like to keep in touch, and left. Claire just stood on the doormat and blinked. How could she have ever thought that they had a ‘relationship’?
*
A week later, Claire stepped from the train at Hereford and caught a taxi to the estate. Mike was delighted to see her and occupied her for some time before the two of them went off to find Ian. It had been agreed that Claire should begin her new role as soon as possible and this was going to be the beginning of her induction period.
“And how are Sarah and Rosa?” asked Claire.
“Oh, they’re good,” said Ian. “They’re very fit,” he added. “They’ve been running around the estate for some days now. They’ve played at being ponies and they’ve spent a couple of days as sheep; today they are doing the final testing for the enema suits before we get a visit from an important customer. In fact, we’ve had enquiries from quite a few gentlemen, mostly Arabian sheiks interested, presumably, in keeping order in their harems. Some have already bought dozens of the ‘active chastity belts’ to keep their concubines entertained until they can get round to them personally. I can only imagine what’s going to happen if fifty women are locked into belts which fuck and shake them each time they approach each other.”
Claire smiled at the vision in her head and the memory of the four of them rolling about on the floor unable to quell the violent snaking of the phalli in their pussies.
Ian continued: "Our Arabian Prince is due to visit tomorrow and we've decided to retain Rosa and Sarah as demonstrators. Sarah was very far from happy at the prospect but has very little option and I've promised her that they'll be released immediately afterwards."
Ian scowled. "I think you're letting them off much too lightly. All that work and they could have ruined it all." Mike was still indignant that the two girls had deceived him so easily. "I shan't be happy until the patents have all been filed."
"Well, that may well be true; I have to say that I still have a soft spot for Sarah." Ian physically shook himself to rid his mind of memories. "In any case, after tomorrow you won't see them again; they'll be gone."
*
It was much later that evening that Claire and Mike lay naked on the rug in front of the log fire in the sitting room. Mike was propped up on one elbow and kissed Claire gently on her open mouth as the fingers of his free hand traced little circles about her nipples. Claire had her arms about his neck and her fingers entangled in his hair.
“Happy?” asked Mike.
“Of course,” said Claire. “I could stay here all night.” She kissed his lips gently and stroked his cheek. “Do you know a maid called Emmy?” she asked innocently.
“She’s a pretty little thing. Works hard and hangs out with one of the gardeners.”
“Yes, they were talking to me as I waited for the race the other morning. I suspect that Emmy might be harbouring secret dreams of becoming a ponygirl. If we could find her a pony partner from one of the other maids, she could be useful for testing the new equipment.”
“I’ll look into it,” said Mike. “Did she actually say she wanted to try it?”
“No, not in so many words. She did seem to like the costume though.” Claire smiled as a vision of Emmy popped into her head; she was standing motionless with a plumed head dress and blinkers about her eyes. In her mouth was a silver bit and her arms were folded and trapped behind her back as Jack, her gardener friend, looked on with interest. She was locked between the traces of a pony cart by a heavy leather corset around her waist and there was a dildo lodged between her legs. Claire was tugging on a nipple at the tip of a small, pert breast to make its bell ring as Emmy squirmed around trying to move away and say something, but she was held fast by the traces and the dildo, and she could only make unintelligible sounds. Jack pushed the dildo down until it was stopped by its retaining chain, and as he let go the dildo slid back up into Emmy on its own; Emmy squealed and shuddered, twisting her hips on the hilt of the dildo, and tried ineffectually to back away from her tormentors until a disembodied voice said Walk on! and a whip cracked on a smooth, white arse cheek. It was an attractive vision and Claire filed it away at the back of her mind for future reference.
Then the vision dissolved as Claire’s fingers tightened in Mike’s hair and she shuddered. “Oh God! I think I’m climaxing again,” she said and started to tremble.
Below her on the rug Sarah worked assiduously at her clitoris with her mouth. She was still wearing the rubber
dress, the mono-glove, and, of course, the motivator and its collar. Mike had removed her bells and the nipple links so that they didn’t dig into Claire’s thighs. Sarah was now rolling on her stomach between Claire’s legs like a stranded fish as she sort to keep her mouthy in contact with Claire's squirming body.
Rosa was in a parallel situation on Mike’s legs with his prick deep in her mouth and her large, soft breasts squashed flat onto his thighs. Both shiny rubber girls were very quiet and worked hard without stopping to rest lest their collars should detect a lessening in their efforts.
It was hard to tell at first, but the motivators were now partially activated; they sucked hard at each clit, pulling the little buds so that they popped out from between the folds of their labia and smacked against the inner surface of the motivator’s electrical discharge cavities. The electrical circuits wouldn’t fire unless chastisement was called for and, instead, a puff of air pushed the buds away before they were sucked back into the cavities once more, pulsing in and out, alternately sucked and expelled and flicking against the hard metal casing with each pulse.
Rosa and Sarah were experiencing an almost continuous climax as they worked at their respective tasks, unable to utter a sound or slacken in their efforts to pleasure their partners; their collars would know and they didn’t want that.
Chapter 19
At two o'clock the next afternoon, Ian, Mike and Claire watched as two Mercedes limousines slowly rolled along the drive and stopped outside the entrance doors. The front seat passenger of the lead car got out, looked about him, then opened the rear door for a tall, Arabian gentleman in a dark western suit and an Arabian headdress. His assured manner and considerable bulk identified him as the Prince.
"Good afternoon, Prince," said Ian, "I trust you had a pleasant flight?"
"Good afternoon, my friend. I had a good flight. We went to a little local airport quite close to here - Cardiff I think."
Ian smiled. "Let me introduce you to my partner, Mr Michael West. Mr West has been responsible for all of the designs that you'll see today."
"I am very pleased to meet you Mr West." The Prince's accent was impeccable, probably the result of an English Public School education. "Ah, and this must be Miss Sarah Chalmers."
"I regret, no, Sir. Miss Chalmers is no longer employed by the company, but is assisting us with the demonstration this afternoon. This is Miss Claire Norton, our New Business Director."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Miss Norton."
"As-salaam'alaykum" said Claire.
"Wa 'alaykum salaam" replied the Prince. "Hada shay'un Jameel"
"Shokran"
The Prince gave Claire a wide smile and bowed. "I am sure Miss Norton and I will be able to negotiate a satisfactory agreement. And now, may I present my first wife, Anmar."
Whilst the Prince had been talking, the remaining passengers, five women and a huge Arab man, had emerged from the cars and stood in a line. Anmar, the lady at the head of the line was older than the others girls and dressed formally in long robes. She wore a headscarf but her face was uncovered. Beside her were four young girls. Ian thought they were probably in their early twenties but it was difficult to tell from just their eyes. Each wore a hijib and long, black coats.
"The girls are from my harem and have accompanied us to sample your equipment. I trust that would be in order."
Ian was somewhat taken aback: "But Prince, to do that, we'd need them naked and some of the procedures are quite intimate. Surely, that couldn't be allowed."
"I said are from my harem, I did not say they were concubines," said the Prince. "They have displeased me, I have reduced their rank to that of 'Harem Slave'. They are no longer subject to the rules and traditions of the harem. They are at your disposal."
*
It was later that afternoon that Sarah and Rosa approached the Prince's party from different directions wearing the rubber enema suits and dragging their trolleys behind them. As they walked, their bellies swayed; they were obviously very full and hung out in front of them, jiggling and rippling with each step. They came to a stop and stood side by side facing the assembled staff and guests, sweat glistening on their foreheads and their hair plastered to the sides of their faces.
"May I introduce Miss Sarah Chalmers and her friend Rosa," said Ian and the Prince bowed low to Sarah apparently unperturbed that she resembled a shiny black fish more than a person.
"This is essentially a punishment configuration," said Mike. "The girls have motivators locked into them that are controlled by their collars which monitor their reactions and automatically reprove them if they are wilfully disobedient or untruthful. The collars are programmed to coerce the girls to complete certain tasks and, at the same time, the girls are unable to avoid dragging the water trolleys and control units around behind them. The units will load the girls with water, emptying and refilling them as their day progresses and applying extra inducements and stimuli as required."
The Prince slowly walked round the two girls noticing how their breasts, bums and bellies were extruded through the tight rubber suits. He walked behind Sarah and gave the flexible hose from her anus a sharp tug. She was jerked back a pace but the hose stayed put.
"It's locked into place by an internal inflation collar," explained Mike and the Prince nodded.
Ian addressed the girls directly. “Hello ladies. Are you comfortable? Are you in pain?” he asked.
“We are not comfortable but we have not been in pain,” answered Sarah, staring straight ahead, the voice in her head now silent and its associated motivator, potent but quiescent, locked over her pubis.
“Do you like it?” asked Claire.
Sarah looked at Claire, obviously disconcerted by the question and it was Rosa who answered. “Sometimes,” she said and the merest hint of a smile touched her mouth.
"This equipment has had a recent upgrade," explained Mike to his audience. "We've increased the maximum load to ten pints. It’s because they’re walking all the time – it seems to help the water to distribute evenly and they don’t cramp as they would if they were still. But that’s not the main modification.” Mike touched the surface of the tablet he was holding and their bellies started to vibrate with slow, strong waves pulsing from side to side. As he moved his finger across the surface of the screen, so the vibrations increased in strength until their whole abdomens were bouncing up and down, making their bodies bob. Sarah and Rosa looked at each other’s faces and then silently dropped their eyes to helplessly watch their bellies moving as the pumps in their water carriers pulsed the water all the way up the hoses and into their bodies. Mike touched the tablet again and this time their arses started to shake from side to side. “We’ve added an adaptation inspired by the chastity belts to the hoses locked into their arses; the hoses are now fitted into the base of the arse pipes on a motorised eccentric bearing – the motor has the effect of shaking the pipes from side to side and that makes their arse’s wobble. Hypnotic, isn’t it?” and he slid his finger across the screen to speed up the motor until Rosa’s and Sarah’s arse cheeks were moving so fast they were audibly slapping together. By this stage their eyes were open wide and their glossy lips parted to form almost perfect ‘O’s.
Mike looked at Claire with a boyish, mischievous grin; Claire rolled her eyes.
“I’ve also adapted the suits by adding segmented rings around the cut-outs for their breasts. These rings are activated by a high pressure pneumatic pump in the control box which inflates them through a single small bore pipe and wireless micro-valves housed under their armpits." Mike and the Prince knelt to inspect the small flexible pipe that was clipped under the large hose and the quick release connector to the pipe-work now integral with the rubber of the dress. "These segments can be inflated to further squeeze the breasts and I can control the valves from this tablet.” He tapped the screen and instantly small rings moulded into the suits around the breast apertures inflated and gripped the base of each breast tight; their breasts were
extruded outwards through the now smaller holes, popping the teats out to make long points with the bells suddenly tinkling from their ends. “That’s not all. Because the rings are segmented, I can inflate different parts of them,” and he tapped the tablet to starts a program. Sarah and Rosa stood helplessly by with their arms pinned tightly behind them as their breasts suddenly started to dance of their own volition. One side of each breast ring was inflated and then the other; the effect was that the breasts bobbed from side to side as if looking about them. Then they moved in opposite directions, being pushed first to the outside and then slapping together. Then the breasts started to bob up and down, all four breasts moving in unison and their bells being thrown up in time to catch the teats moving down. “This is a good one,” said Mike and one breasts was pushed up as its neighbour was pushed down, the breasts nodding alternately, and then the outside pair moving together and out of phase with the inside pair. It was as if they had developed a life of their own and there was nothing the girls could do to prevent the movements.