Colter came back in while they were still locked together and grinned. ‘That’s better. Can’t have too many clothed girls around here. Right, time to put on a little show…’
He pulled Mel’s arms round behind her and clipped her cuffs together. Then he freed Maddy’s ankles, unhooked her from the ceiling chain and led her back into the interrogation room with Mel at her side. Maddy gasped.
Bolt and Cam were suspended from adjacent fold-out gibbets while Mattock and two other men in rolled-shirtsleeves and peel-back trousers were having fun with them.
Suspension bars were fastened by swivel links the ends of the gibbet arms. Bolt and Cam hung face down under them. Their arms were bent round behind them and stretched out straight with their cuffs chained to rings on the bar ends, pulling their shoulders back. Another chain was clipped to rings set in the fastening straps of rubber bit gags that stretched their mouths and kept their heads up. A vertical chain was hooked to a broad strap that went round their waists, supporting their torsos. Their legs were splayed and knees bent. Chains from the bar ends were clipped to their ankles and another pair of straps that went around the tops of their thighs. This left their groins wide open, bare ringed pussies exposed and bottoms invitingly upturned. Short chains ran from the rings in the backs of their gag straps to large rubber hooks, the curling tips of which had been slid up their rectums, making their anuses bulge.
Their heads were aligned towards each other so they could look into each other’s faces. They were held in this position by long chains that linked their nipple rings. Mattock was hooking small lead weights over the middles of the chains, making their arcs more acute. The tension had stretched their nipples and drawn out their breasts into rounded cones.
As Mel and Maddy entered the two new men were standing between the girls’ splayed thighs thrusting into their vaginas. With one hand they held the chains linking the girls’ gags and bottom hooks like reins to brace them against their thrusts, while in the other they had long-handled spanking paddles. These they were swinging up under the girls’ bodies to smack into the taut under-swells of their chain-stretched breasts. Each thrust and smack made Bolt and Cam sway and twist in their harness, jerking on their nipple chains or making them sway painfully. Their cheeks were wet with tears, their bodies writhed in their harnesses and they yelped and moaned and dribbled about their gags, yet their eyes were unfocussed and half closed in slavish ecstasy.
Maddy whimpered in horror and turned her head aside.
‘Don’t worry,’ Mel said softly, ‘it’s how they want to be treated.’
With grunts of satisfaction the men came inside Cam and Bolt even as they bucked and squirmed in their chains, helplessly surrendering to their own orgasmic rushes. Only when their struggles had subsided and they hung limply and servile once more, did the men pull their shafts out of their ravaged vaginas. The floor under their spread legs was dark with splashes of female juices and spent sperm.
‘Now, anybody want to see hot stepsisters screw each other?’ Colter asked. ‘Don’t worry, they’re gagging for it.’
The others grinned and looked Mel and Maddy up and down with calculated interest. Though they dangled sweaty and beaten in their chains, Cam and Bolt were staring at them in growing wonder. Then Cam smiled at Mel around her gag.
Maddy rolled her eyes up and bit her lip in shame. Mel whispered: ‘You know that’s true. We don’t have to pretend any more. Just let it happen. Even pain can feel good here…’
Colter laid Maddy on her back across the “X” table and dragged her legs wide. Maddy resisted feebly but could not prevent her ankles being strapped to its lower ends. Colter separated Maddy’s wrists and pulled her arms apart, fastening them in the same way. As she looked at her sister spread-eagled, helpless and achingly vulnerable Mel trembled, thinking that it was the most desirable thing she had ever seen.
From the rack of canes and humiliation devices Mattock brought over a large double-ended dildo. ‘She’s got to have something to stick up her,’ he said with a grin.
They slid one end of the dildo into Mel and secured its fastening to her pussy rings. Maddy’s eyes went round with horror as she saw the huge thing sticking out of her stepsister’s slot.
Colter positioned Mel at the apex of the wedge cut out of the table where Maddy’s pouting sex overhung the edge. Maddy looked up at her trembling in fear and Mel smiled gently back. It’s all right, she mouthed.
The men gathered round the table with Colter at its head as though supervising. The two shirtsleeved officers positioned themselves on either side of Maddy while Mattock stood behind Mel. They all held spanking paddles.
Colter said: ‘The harder you screw her, the less we’ll spank her tits, understand?’
Mel nodded. She understood.
She slid the tip of the dildo between Maddy’s lovelips, seeing them part and stretch to accommodate it, seeing her eyes grow wide in fear and wonder. She wanted to slide it up her gently, knowing how tight her passage would be unlike her own trained sheath, but Mattock was impatient. He swiped his paddle across Mel’s buttocks with stinging force, making her jerk her hips forward, ramming the dildo full length into Maddy.
Her lovely face contorted and she gave a whimper of pain.
This was a signal to the others to begin. The paddles fell across Maddy’s breasts, making them flatten and spring back with fluid resilience. She writhed in he bonds and sobbed in pain
Mattock was spanking Mel’s bottom, forcing her to thrust harder and harder, making Maddy’s juices flow, seeing her lower stomach bulge as the big dildo filled her passage to capacity. It was almost as if she was moving inside her like a man. What a power to have! It was terrible seeing Maddy in true pain yet she knew it had to be done. The sooner she reached her crisis point and understood the happier she would be.
Maddy’s abused breasts were going from pink to scarlet. The paddle blows were now batting them from side to side and they were rebounding and shivering resiliently like fleshy bells. Yet her nipples were standing up in hard peaks as proud as Mel’s.
Then Colter twisted Maddy’s head to one side and rammed his cock into her mouth. Despite her pain her lips clamped about his shaft as her cheeks bulged. The shirt-sleeved constables dropped their paddles and began rubbing their revived cocks across Maddy’s burning breasts and throbbing scarlet nipples. Mattock took Mel by the hips and forced his shaft into her anus. Now he was connected through her body to her stepsister.
For a few seconds there was no sound but the men grunting as they strained to achieve their relief. Jets of sperm splattered across Maddy’s simmering breasts, into her mouth and deep up inside Mel’s rectum. Maddy convulsed and Mel saw wonder and pure pleasure wipe the pain from her face and knew with joy that she had tasted her first slavish orgasm.
Then Mel’s hips bucked, she clenched the dildo and Mattock’s cock and fireworks of raw delight exploded in her brain. Her reward had finally come.
Utterly spent Mel collapsed across Maddy’s hot, sweaty, abused, lovely body. Her breasts flattened across her heaving chest and burning globes and their juices mingled and dripped together onto the floor.
Distantly Mel heard the men saying: ‘That was good…’ ‘Naturals, both of them...’ ‘Think what they’d sell for as a pair...’ ‘Well, nobody would want to split them up, would they?’
Then she understood everything.
Irontown was only place in the country where she and Maddy would be applauded for what they had just done. Here they were valued for being lovers, not condemned. It was the only place they could ever be free to be what they were.
Epilogue
The train waited by the platform of Gryndstone Halt while the masters loaded two coffles of new girls on board.
Their rings felt heavy and new in their flesh and they were still nervous and frisky at being chained and naked. With gag-muffled squeaks and whimpers they squatted down and impaled themselves on the phalluses of the cattle truck. They were too fearful a
nd excited to notice the two blonde girls who powered the engine of their train, or that a photograph of them hung outside their school assembly hall.
Within the engine frame Mel and Maddy lay prone, resting patiently in their cuffs and straps. Sweat sheened their bodies and their full, pale, tethered breasts hung cooling pleasantly below them. Their nipple rings were pierced and joined by a long rod bolted at each end to the engine frame. Through it they could feel transmitted the clatter of the wheels, the whirr of the gears and rattle of the couplings. They were as one with the engine and each other.
The guard blew his whistle. Their driver released the brakes and pushed the power lever forward. The ribbed speed control rods slid further up their rectums accompanied by the warning pricks on the fleshy curves of their buttocks from the spiked pads mounted behind them. Obediently Mel and Maddy began to pedal, their buttocks, thighs and calves bulging with effort as they overcame the inertia of the carriages and their living cargo.
Slowly at first but with steadily increasing speed the train pulled out of Gryndstone Halt powered solely by their straining bodies.
As they got up speed and the feedback governors spun faster the spikes pulled back. In their place the pronged balls in their clefts began to vibrate, bringing smiles to their lips as they were rewarded for their efforts. Drips fell happily from between their thighs onto the track rushing by below them. Once more Rowland’s theories were proven as girls and machine merged into one.
Tomorrow Mel and Maddy had a day off and they would meet up with Cam and Bolt and make a happy foursome. But for now they were simply perfectly matched living engines serving their chosen purpose as they sped through the tunnels under Irontown.
THE END
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
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