Testers

by Paul Enock

  He seemed to be in control of himself once more as he considered his next step. “As you appear want relief so badly that you’re willing to compromise all my results, you can watch a film for the afternoon,” and he pushed the stumbling girls out into the corridor and towards the television lounge. No-one had yet been inside this room. No-one was ever allowed to watch television, but here they were, about to be punished by being forced to watch it. What are they going to see? Football? Top Gear? Danielle suddenly giggled round her gag at the thought and the Doctor looked at her sharply but said nothing.

  In the darkened room, Danielle saw a large screen on the far wall and a projector television beside the doorway. Between the two were a row of six chairs, all with hard wooden backs and seats. ‘Not very comfortable’ thought Danielle, and then she saw the seats. From the centre of each stood a pair of phalli, a large ribbed one towards the front and a much thinner but equally tall one at the back. In addition, there were vibrators built into little mounds in front of each large phallus. ‘Here we go again’ thought Danielle as she watched the Doctor lubricate the probes.

  “Please sit down, ladies,” he invited, and they sat in the prepared seats carefully lowering themselves onto the phalli until they over balanced and toppled down onto the shafts with a shriek and a slap as their cheeks hit the hard seats. The doctor moved towards the back wall and operated some controls, and water quickly flowed into the heads of the anal probes until they became spherical and hard, effectively locking each girl to her seat. Then the shafts slowly started to swell. Michelle was close to panic and tried to lift herself from the ever growing shaft, but the solid ball wouldn’t pass through her sphincter and she sagged back to the seat. At 2 inches thick, the shafts stopped expanding and the girls all looked at each other with nervous apprehension. The water pressure inside the shafts had made them solid and in their final form their shape was a 4 inch long, 2 inch thick ribbed shaft topped by a 4 inch diameter sphere. The girls wiggled about a bit but could do little more.

  Then the film started. It was a documentary record of the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth, filmed in 1953 in black and white, and, if the girls but knew it, was 1½ hours long. If Danielle had been asked to guess what it was they were going to watch, this would have been low on her list. 2 minutes in and the phalli in their pussies started rotating and wiggling inside them followed shortly afterwards by the vibrators starting up. Thereafter, the sombre documentary commentary was punctuated by soft mewing sounds that would build to a crescendo followed by a high pitched shriek as a girl was stimulated to orgasm and her clitoris became so over sensitised that she was forced to lift herself from the vibrator. Of course, she couldn’t use her arms for support with her wrists locked so, and could only rise by throwing her weight forward and tugging at her nipples. Even then, she could only rise about 4 inches before she was stopped by the ball and soon overbalanced, sliding back down her anal pole and hitting her clitoris on the vibrator again – hence the shriek. This was an ever repeating cycle with the girls sliding up and down the solid posts as they pulled at their teats trying to resist gravity. Whilst the queen was formally crowned, the girls were all royally fucking themselves.

  After the film had finished, the doctor reappeared, stopped the motors and released the girls. "Thank you," whispered Danielle.

  “This isn’t over,” he said ominously as they left the TV lounge. “You have all caused a great deal of damage to the programme, not least of all Rose who mislaid the key in the first place, and there must be retribution”. And with that, he locked the TV lounge door and left them to relieve their own breasts which were threatening to become engorged and find their own supper, although he knew that the two actions were closely related.

  'He doesn't know about Rose in my bedroom,' thought Danielle.