by Paul Enock
The Prince turned to Claire and smiled, then looked back at the row of trim arses wiggling in front of him, tails streaming from their butt plugs. He let them walk straight ahead for a hundred paces and then eased the joystick to the left; the girls turned in a wide arc and he centred the sick when he was facing the other spectators. Suddenly he pushed the stick as far forward as it would go and the voice said 'Rakada! 'Rakada!' loudly. The girls lurched forward and all eight whips flashed down. They ran, the balanced spars bouncing the phalli violently in and out of their respective housings and striking each clitoris with every stroke. Their breasts wobbled with each foot fall causing the bells to ring out a sonorant warning jingle that would probably prove useful to clear a path through the local bazaar. They charged past their enraptured audience with their tails and headdresses streaming behind them, on down towards the lake and then slowed to a trot as they disappeared from view amongst the trees on the other side.
The Prince was wild with excitement as the girls breathed heavily in the shafts. "They pull like a pack of dogs. They will need much training to get them to act as one. Do you think that my new ponies will grow to enjoy their new role?" asked the Prince.
Claire looked at the bobbing, naked girls and wasn’t sure how to answer the question. "I'm not sure, Sir. The position has its attractions, but surely the question is irrelevant."
"Of course," said the Prince. "I was only musing. I was thinking that the role would not suit every girl," and his gaze momentarily flashed down to take in Claire's legs covered by a modest, full-length skirt. Claire suppressed a smile and turned her eyes to the front.
Chapter 22
"I am delighted that Miss Chalmers has accepted my invitation to accompany me back home. She has chosen wisely."
Ian inclined his head in acknowledgement. There was no need to ask the Prince to repeat his promises; he had already given his assurances that she would not want for food and have some time each day to herself free of encumbrances. After five years, he will consider her debt paid and she will be returned unharmed.
In accordance to the precise instructions from the Prince, she'll be housed within the harem and induced to lactate, then forcibly stripped of her milk to feed the Prince's offspring. Mike had already schemed out a milking mechanism that would suck in her breasts and teats and then squeeze them, rings around the base of her breasts and smaller rings around the areolae acting sequentially to expel the milk. Sensors would monitor the weight of each breast and the quantity of milk delivered and control the mechanism automatically, turning it on and off as required to keep milk production at a maximum. It was unfeasible to make this apparatus portable enough to be worn so Sarah would need to be strapped to it for long periods.
The initial scheme has Sarah standing and strapped against the milking machine with her breasts through apertures and into domes which could be cyclically sucked and pressurized. The milk would be collected through tubes leading to a stainless steel churn. Her hands and feet will be strapped onto levers and her motivator would instruct her to exercise in various ways throughout the day; sometimes she will be required to walk or run, other times to trudge through snow, lift weights or swing her arms about, the levers providing the necessary resistance as determined by the motivator. The load on her limbs could be varied to mimic different activities without her actually having to go anywhere.
The second part of her service was achieved by having her head locked through a hole in the centre of a mattress on a raised dais above her. Any concubines could then avail themselves of her services by draping themselves about her disembodied head without the need to consider what other activities she may be involved in at the time. Mike had plans to adapt a control collar and motivator so that it would understand Arabic but give commands to Sarah in English so that she would know what each girl required of her. If she was asked a question, a translator would interpret her response and a speech synthesiser answer in Arabic. As she pleasured the slave girls, she'd be milked and exercised as the control unit required. The motivator's collar will monitor Sarah's heart rate and the electrical conductance of her skin - a measure of how much she is sweating and, therefore, how stressed she is. If she deliberately disobeyed a direct command or didn't give one hundred percent effort to the task in hand, her own body will give her away and the motivator will initiate the electrical discharge through her clitoris. On the other hand, if she pleased some concubine, her collar would pick up the audible indications from the girl and turn on the motivator's pleasure mode to give Sarah her own reward.
Mike continued to dwell on the design considerations as Ian and the Prince finalised their business. And then it suddenly hit him; he'd been thinking about a wearable motivator, the type Sarah and the others have had locked over their pubis as they moved around. Sarah would not be allowed to move about, her 'motivator' could be much different. A vision of a fixed narrow 'U' shaped saddle mounted beside the milking machine flashed into his head with the clitoral suction and electrical discharge cup built into the front part of the saddle. The upright prongs to the front and back of the saddle would be a tight fix to her profile and fixed to a belt around her waist so that Sarah couldn't extract herself and an anal plug at the back would keep her precisely positioned. This means that the virginal probe could be much more sophisticated: it could move up and down, even completely leave Sarah to push its way back inside with a reciprocating motion or, perhaps, some time later. It could rotate or just wriggle about, and it could have a vibrating pad that beat against her 'G' spot area.
Mike smiled at the thought that Sarah could be driven to ecstatic pleasure and consequential forced orgasm in so many different ways, and at the same time she may have been commanded by her collar to run a mile and have her arms and legs pumping, be having her breasts and teats rhythmically squeezed of their milk and have a beautiful concubine lying against her mouth with her thighs locked around Sarah's head. And the concubine would be insisting on one hundred percent commitment; a tall order with so much going on. And the irony is that Sarah would be anxious to comply even though she knew that to do so would entail yet another new 'reward'.
Mike looked at the row of black clad girls waited patiently next to the cars. He looked across at Sarah on the end of the line, her eyes wide and locked on him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Oh my duplicitous little bitch! You're going to love this." With upwards of fifty concubines in the harem, Sarah will be kept very busy.
Of course, she was substantially ignorant of the details of Mike's scheme, although it would now make no difference if she's told; the decision was now not reversible.
*
The Prince's order was substantial. It appeared he wanted motorised belts for dozens of his harem girls and at least four quadriga chariots so that he could hold races in addition to using one for his personal transport.
"And some of those rubber suits with the trolleys," he added as an afterthought. "After a wayward girl has trudged round the palace for a day or two, I suspect she'll become a lot more circumspect with her behaviour."
Ian inclined his head again and noted the additional order in a note book.
The Prince's wife, Anmar, climbed into the back of the leading limousine and Claire watched as the girls entered the second car. Five girls all dressed alike with hijibs covering their faces and long black coats their bodies. Only Sarah's eyes gave her away as they flashed over the little group of watchers before she slid into the car, her eyes flicking first to Ian and then settling on Claire. Sarah didn't dare hesitate or speak, her motivator would hear. The big Arab slid in beside her and placed a plate-like hand on her thigh.
"Goodbye," said Ian and bowed. The Prince did the same, and then reached out his hand to clasp Ian's and shook it vigorously.
"Ma'a Salama," said Claire.
The Prince smiled. "Ma'a Salama," he replied, then added "Hal anty motazaweg? Ta'alay ma'ee!"
Claire smiled back and shock her head. "Shukran jazeelan. La."
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bsp; The Prince shrugged and climbed into the Mercedes with his wife and bodyguard, and the little convoy swept away down the drive.
"What was that all about?" asked Mike.
"Oh, just small talk… He asked me if I was married and then invited me to join his harem. I declined his kind offer." She hung onto Mike's arm and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked back into the building. "It's been a whole month of 'firsts' for me," she said grinning up at Mike.
"Well, I expect they're going to continue. We have to make a milking and exercise machine for Sarah; someone's got to test it and it won't be me, I not equipped for the job."
Claire stared at Mike open mouthed. "I'm the Business Director, not a Tester! Ian said I wouldn't be asked to do that sort of thing anymore."
"Well, we don't have to do it in public… and I won't tell if you don't," and he enfolded her in his arms. "And anyway, women are expected to support their husbands with their projects."
Claire didn't react, just grinned. The curious proposal of marriage didn't escape her notice but she wasn’t going to answer just yet. "I need to see what your next project is first."
"Oh, my sweet Love. You won't be disappointed."
- The End -
Extract from the book 'A Clinical Resolution'
The story so far: A doctor suspects that post-baby blues and a decrease in libido results in part from the hormonal changes that accompany childbirth and breast feeding.
Ergo, if a woman is induced to lactate whilst subjected to long periods of sexual stimulation but climactic denial interspersed with brief but orgasmic interludes of high intensity sexual relief, particularly whilst being milked and the hormone release is at its maximum, then this is likely to rekindle her libido. Furthermore, if during this process she is kept helpless and compliant, for instance by being naked and gagged, restricted by chains, and locked into a motorised chastity belt, she will be reliant on others for all of her basic needs and is likely to become more submissive and concerned principally with how long it will be before someone milks her and when will she be allowed to climax again, not necessarily in that order.
At this stage in the story our heroine, Danielle, has just been subjected to an unauthorised nocturnal visit by the clinic's nurse, during which the nurse removed Danielle's chastity belt for a period in order to access some of her more interesting areas. The belts are a source of much frustration for the girls, Danielle and her two companions, being equipped with motorised phalli which do no more than constantly remind their wearers of what they're missing. So when next morning Danielle finds a key to the belts, new ways to short circuit the doctor's carefully planned treatment regime present themselves to her.
* * *
Next morning Danielle woke early and prepared for her day. She applied her make-up and was waiting patiently for Rose to open her door and take her for milking when she noticed something glint in the light. It was a strange flat key with teeth on its end face. It was the belt key Danielle suddenly realised and, just to check, she pressed it into the side of her belt and it sprung open. Rose must have dropped it last night. At that moment she heard the faint tapping of the doors keypad and fumbled with the belts lock, trying to re-latch it. In panic, Danielle turned and fled into the bathroom as Rose entered and in a shaky voice she called out “Just coming, nearly ready,” as Rose stood in the doorway peering about the room. With a faint click the belt re-latched and Danielle stood holding the key wondering what to do with it.
“Have you found anything this morning?” asked Rose distractedly as she walked towards the bathroom.
Danielle pulled the lid from the talc and dropped the key inside, giving the tin a little shake to bury it as she replaced it on the shelf. “Like what, Mistress?” asked Danielle innocently.
“Oh, it’s nothing” said Rose. “I have spares anyway. Come along quick now, we’re late” and she ushered Danielle from the room.
*
That evening, Danielle was let into her room and went through into the bathroom. It was plain that the room had been searched during the day – nothing was actually out of place, just not exactly how it was left. Even the talc was pushed back against the wall instead of where it was left in the centre of the shelf. Danielle resisted the temptation to look inside the tin being mindful of the video cameras and suspecting that somewhere Rose was watching intently. Danielle cleaned her teeth and retired to bed just as normal and waited for the light to be extinguished. The evening's film involved two ladies being fitted into tight rubber suits with globes for heads and hands, and then suspended from springs that hung from the ceiling. As they bounced around with their legs stretched wide open by chains fixed to the walls, rubberised men tormented them by opening little doors in their suits to reveal interesting body parts and placing various items under them so that they bounced onto them.
‘What if it’s an infra red camera?’ she thought. She’d bought Dave one once for watching the foxes in the garden and it would work just as well in the dark as in light. It was about midnight when Danielle decided it was safe to check the talc tin. She felt her way to the bathroom, removed the lid and pushed a finger into the tin. It took a little while but eventually she felt the key – it was still there. Using two fingers, she slowly pulled it from the tin and rinsed it under the tap. She wiped the shelf with a towel and carefully replaced the tin. Then she took the key to bed.
Under the covers, Danielle unlocked and removed her belt, slowly sliding the phalli from her body, and she felt really naughty, like a little girl again. She lay still feeling herself with her fingers, her pussy becoming instantly wet. She pushed two fingers within and then slid them up and across the surface of her clitoris, and she closed her eyes and her whole body shivered.
It was well into the early hours before Danielle thought she ought to replace her belt and then had the problem with what to do with the key. She could, of course, just put it back in the tin to use again tomorrow night, or she could smuggle it out of the room so Michelle and Sue could use it too. She thought of the two girls locked in their belts whilst she had a key and decided on the latter – she would smuggle it out of the bedroom. The next problem was how. She could put it in a shoe; after all it was quite thin, but then the shoes are locked on for the day and she wouldn’t be able to get at it. Keep it in her mouth – she’d probably swallow it. Conceal it in her hair – that’s just stupid, it would just fall out. What about dropping it behind something on the way to the milking parlour? That wouldn’t be safe; Rose is just as likely to follow the little group as lead. In the end, Danielle decided the best place would be to slide it inside a wrist cuff and hope it wouldn’t slip whilst she was locked to the milking machine.
As luck would have it, the plan worked like a dream. The damp leather stuck the key in place until Danielle pushed it out at breakfast with the handle of a spoon. She didn’t tell the others straight away, she was worried that they would want to take their belts off immediately, and instead pushed it under the corner of a carpet to use later. And, in any case, it wouldn’t be much fun with their hands locked to their collar rods.
But after lunch, after Rose had released their hands and instead locked the steel thimbles over their nipples, Danielle told them both her secret. They were astonished. They actually had the means to remove their belts every afternoon and Rose need never know. This was magic. This was wonderful news. Michelle wanted to take hers off straight away and the thought made her squirm as she tugged at the metal. But Sue was more cautious and it was decided to meet up somewhere quiet mid afternoon. The tryst was set for 3 o’clock at the back of the gym out of sight of the cameras and the girls hurried to complete their chores.
At three, each girl sneaked quietly to the meet. No-one knew where Rose was but she never appeared in the afternoon. Danielle produced the key and to the relief of all it fitted all three belts. As one, they all slowly pushed the phalli from their bodies and looked about, at the other’s faces, at the glistening phalli so recently within t
hem, and at each other’s pussies, their fingers straying towards their own. The frustration of the previous days coupled with the hormones they were sure were added to the food had brought each to the edge. Suddenly Sue and Michelle fell upon each other, pressing their open mouths together whilst their hands sought between the other’s legs. Then Michelle turned and kissed Danielle whilst Sue dropped to bury her head in Michelle’s groin. Then Michelle dropped down onto Danielle and Danielle, in turn sucked hard and deep at Sue’s clitoris. Each girl had their arms wrapped about the thighs of their respective partners, making an entwined circle of writhing, moaning women. One by one they climaxed, and still they didn’t yield their prizes, but clung on relentlessly until they came again and again.
Then there was a crash; the door burst open and the Doctor stood in the doorway shaking.
“What the hell is happening? How is this happening? Don’t you realise you’re corrupting weeks of research. How did you remove your belts? Where the hell is Rose?” The Doctor was beside himself muttering about spoilt research programmes and CCTV monitoring, but, to give him credit, he struck no-one. He recovered the key still in the lock of the last belt; he recovered the belts; he recovered the girls, forcible untwining them from each other; and then he locked their wrists to the shackles on the nipple caps they wore and, having got the whole story from them, silenced each girl with a ball gag. To their confusion though, he did not replace their belts. "This could have gone on for days if I hadn't noticed you'd all disappeared," he said and Danielle groaned.