‘I call them Ferrous and Ferric,’ Hammer said. ‘I wanted you to know what it was like to couple with real iron men.’
Jane whimpered as he led her to the frame and stood her in it and stretched her arms and legs out and cuffed them to its corners so that she was spread-eagled between the iron figures and standing astride the slots that connected them. A pair of chains hanging from the crossbar of the frame he clipped to the side rings of her collar, helping to hold her head up. Hanging between these chains was a rubber bar gag bit strung on an elastic cord that he pushed into her mouth. When she was secured he moved round to the control panel.
‘Now you’re going to have a proper Irontown screw,’ he promised her. ‘You’re going to know what real power and strength feels like. After this you won’t want to have anything to do with ordinary outsider men ever again...’
Motors hummed and gears turned within the base unit and Ferrous and Ferric began to roll along the slotted tracks towards her. At the same time their mechanical phalluses began to pump in an out and oscillate. Jane whimpered as the metal men approached her and their metal cock tips brushed her buttocks and the cleft of her naked vulva.
Hammer adjusted the controls and the figures shifted position on their supporting brackets so that the oscillating phallus heads lined up with her vagina and the pucker of her anus. Then they drove forward again and pumped and ground their way up into her, stretching her labia and anal sphincter with their girth. She gasped and twisted in her chains but she was helplessly impaled from front and rear.
Jane was looking straight into the masklike face of Ferrous as his sculpted metal body ground against hers, flattening her breasts against his cold muscular torso and making her nipple rings clink against him, while his brother did the same behind her. Their hard unyielding phalluses churned within her, stirring up her fleshy passageways.
Hammer worked another control and the metal shells began to pulsate independently from their phalluses, massaging her body from front and rear even as they ground her between them. For a moment the breath was driven from her body and Jane feared she was going to be flattened between them. Then the pressure lessened slightly so that she could breathe. Then they pressed forward again, squashing her between them. Juices dribbled from her pussy as if squeezed out of her…
Buzz, pump, grind, suck squelch; the metal men skewered Jane fore and aft, their hard cocks filling her vagina and rectum and feeling was as if there were going to meet inside her at any moment. And she fluttered between them, a feeble form of soft flesh trapped between unyielding men of metal… men of Irontown. Terrified that they would crush her at any moment she squeezed on their cocks as if to please them, as if they could feel her responses.
And it almost seemed as if it was working. Their shafts’ pumping and oscillations speeded up and grew more intense. She sobbed as they pumped within her insides. And then she realized how aroused she had become. She was dripping with her juices which coated the shafts screwing in and out of her. Dizzily she thought: don’t fight it… let it happen… you knew it was inevitable… you can’t resist such power and force…
Oh God, that sounded as if she’d given in to this insane machine. Well hadn’t she? Her hard nipples were grinding against his metal chest which was now slippery with her sweat. It was true; she could not fight it…
She felt her loins burst spraying her juices out over Ferrous’s metal cock and briefly she felt the primal thrill of an orgasm coursing through her. And then she shrieked with surprise and fear as she felt hot slippery jets of fluid squirting out of his metal cock tip, joined by a similar jet issuing from Ferric’s shaft stuffed in her rear up. Her tightly stretched orifices overflowed with the quantity of their discharge and the slippery staff mingling with her own juices ran down the insides of her thighs and dripped onto the metal plate floor beneath her.
‘Heated olive oil, just to make it more realistic,’ Hammer said. ‘Flesh sockets have got to be properly lubricated to work at maximum efficiency…’
The metal men rolled back along their slots, pulling their metal cocks out of Jane’s bruised but desperately clinging orifices which dribbled with oil. Hammer stepped forward to examine her limp, hot sweaty body.
‘Now you’re getting a proper taste for iron, Brush 01,’ he told her. ‘Let it inside you… let it take over… you know it’s going to win in the end…’
He went back to the control panel and set the two iron men in action again, relentlessly grinding and skewering her between them until she came again and again…
***
At some point through that endless day of screwing front and rear it seemed to Jane that the metal man before her really had come alive because she saw living eyes glittering at her from within the eye slots of Ferrous’s mask-like face.
Then she realized that they belonged to Hammer. He was now standing inside Ferrous’s hollow shell looking at her hungrily through his eyes slots with his hard cock jutting out in place of the mechanical phallus. The mechanism drove him against her and his shaft slid up into her by now well stretched and slippery vagina. Then the mechanism began to grind them together, so that the iron rod of Ferric stabbed into her from behind while Hammer’s flesh shaft penetrated her from the front. And she clenched tight about it and did what she had to do to please any man of Irontown…
***
The next device chosen to convert her to slavish subservience comprised an iron girder formed into a yoke which was slung on sliding mounts between two floor-to-ceiling polished steel poles. She stood between them so that it lay across Jane’s shoulders. Heavy chains bolted to the yoke passed over her shoulders and crossed between her breasts and went down to her waist where they were hooked to a chain belt and then up over her back once more. Her arms were outstretched and her wrist cuffs were clipped to snaphooks on the yoke’s ends.
She stood on an iron plate set between the poles with her feet apart and her ankle cuffs clipped to its sides to part her legs enough to allow a vertical hinged sprung rod which was mounted on the middle of the plate to drive a rubber dildo up into her rear. The rod had a forward facing saw-toothed hard rubber tongue which curved up between her legs and dug deep into her pussy slot.
A set of pulleys hung from the ceiling above and in front Jane. A pair of wire ropes passed through them down to clip onto her nipple rings. The other end of the ropes ran down to a swivel ring set in the rim of a vertical wheel that faced her and which was turned by compact but powerful electric motor mounted on the plate in front of her. A second set of wire ropes ran from the same swivel ring down through more pulleys mounted on the plate in front of the wheel and up to Jane’s nipple rings from below. This arrangement meant that as the wheel turned it alternately dragged Jane’s nipples up and then down as the tension on the two sets of ropes changed as the swivel mount was carried up and down and about the rim of the wheel, tugging first on her left breast and then on her right as it rotated to add to her discomfort. And of course where her nipples went her breasts had to follow, alternately stretching upward in pink trembling cones and then down again.
And so sweating and trembling, Jane squatted as her nipples were dragged downwards and then stood up as they were pulled upwards, raising and lowering the heavy yoke as she did so and repeatedly impaling herself on the dildo, making her bottom bulge, and groaning and dribbling about her gag as its tongue sawed through her sex lips.
The IRES member known to her only as “Rasp”, who was naked except for a pair of heavy work boots and a hood, walked around her sweating, straining body, jabbing and flicking her with a cane. With each flick his stiff penis bobbed in front of him. ‘That’s right, Brush, learn what it’s like to be a proper Irontown slave. I bet you never worked so hard in your life, have you? But you like it don’t you…’ He rubbed the cane tip through the cleft of her sex as the dildo tongue sawed through it and it came away wet with her juices. ‘You see women can be taught to love hard labour as long as they are rewarded at the same time.’ H
e scraped the cane tip on metal plate between her legs where more of her juices had dripped. ‘It’s in your nature to serve like this…’
Could that be true? Jane was not sure of anything anymore, except that she wanted this torment to end.
He stroked the iron yoke as she strained to lift it up again. ‘But of course the iron does not appreciate your efforts as much as a man does. Would you like to serve me instead of it?’
Jane nodded and whimpered frantically.
He waited until she was stretched upwards by her nipple wires until she was almost standing on tiptoe and then he pointed a remote control unit at the motor and turned it off. Then he moved round behind her and locked the sliding mounts of the yoke bar to the vertical poles so that she no longer had to support its weight. She felt a pathetic surge of gratitude towards him for literally taking the burden off her shoulders. Next he unhooked her chain harness from the yoke, leaving it still padlocked about her and her only connection to the yoke her cuffed wrists. Then he pulled the dildo and pussy rasp from her groin and folded the hinged rod flat. He pulled a stool forward out of the corner of the plastic-lined chamber and set it down behind her and almost between her legs and seated himself on it so is his erect penis jutted up into her groin.
He pressed the controller and the motor started again. As the wheel turned dragging Jane’s nipples down, she squatted in time with it, stretching her arms up as she did so, and impaled her vagina upon him.
He reached around her and cupped and squeezed her breasts as they pumped up and down. Then he lowered his hands and took hold of her pussy rings and jerked them up and down in time with her squatting. As she stood again he pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy thrust it up into her aching rectum. Once more she impaled herself. But at least she did not have the terrible weight of the yoke bar to carry. All she had to do was squat down on her master’s penis. What did it matter if it was inside her front or rear passage? This was easy… almost nice… enjoyable… amazing… uhhhh!
And so she came over him.
***
‘You are not meant to be comfortable, Brush 01,’ the masked IRES member called “Saw” told her, ‘you are meant to suffer and to learn your place until you beg to serve us totally and without question…’
Standing between her trembling legs he thrust his cock hard up into her once again.
Jane whimpered and tears escaped eyes which ran upward into her brows. She was certainly not comfortable. She was confined within a boxlike tubular iron frame that stood a little over waist high. It had a bar crossing it from side to side over which her back was bent as if she was performing a crab, with her back arched and belly up and hands and feet on the floor. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the side posts of the box frame, confining her to do this uncomfortable posture. Her hair brushed the floor and her breasts hung out from her chest inverted but not free. Chains stretched across her body from the side posts to which her wrists were cuffed. They had loops formed in them which were bound tightly about the roots of her breasts, making them bulge unnaturally outwards.
But this was not all she suffered. Attached half way up the side posts of the frame were motor driven wheels angled inwards towards her body. They had rubber flails on their rims which swished and spun and lashed her chests, making her bound and bulging breasts jiggle and bounce and shiver even as they turned beetroot red under the relentless hail of blows. Her nipple rings were battered from side to side and up and down, jerking on her teats and adding to her pain.
Her splayed legs, arching down on the other side of the crossbar, were parted conveniently for her tormentor who could stand between them and enjoy her suffering while thrusting his cock up inside her vagina or rectum at his pleasure. Drips of his sperm and her juices on the floor beneath the frame told how long he had been doing this.
‘I can keep you here for a day or a week or until my job is done,’ Saw told her. ‘You are a threat to our society and so you must be neutralised and made an example of. You must be purged of any thoughts of disobedience. You will become a perfect Irontown slave loyal to us and our principles alone and horrified at the idea of ever leaving Shackleswell. You will learn to give pleasure through your obedience and productive suffering. You will surrender your body and mind to us…’ He gave her another hard thrust: ‘All you have to do is say so…’
By now Jane could hardly think straight. Her breasts were on fire and her loins were drained from orgasm after orgasm that he had forced out of her. Was it as simple as that? Why did she keep fighting her nature? They had proved that they and their machines were stronger than she was. Flesh must always yield to iron.
With a sob she let the words tumble out of her between her yelps of pain: ‘Yes… yes, Master I’ll be good I promise… ahhh… I’ll be a perfect slave…ohhhh… I’ll do anything you say… awwww… let me show you how good I’ll be…’
It was such a relief to give up and not to struggle anymore, just to accept the inevitable…
‘And will you tell anybody outside Shackleswell about us?’ Saw asked.
‘No… eeeek… no… I’ll never tell….uhhh… I just want to stay here and serve you…’
He pressed a control button on the crossbar and the terrible the lash wheels slowed and stopped, leaving Jane simmering with pain and trembling with hope and fear. He came round to the front of the frame and knelt before her, looking at her inverted flushed and pleading face. Then he took hold of her cheeks and thrust his hard shiny cock between her lips. And she sucked on him gratefully, lapping up his sperm and her juices, feeling pathetic gratitude of being able to pleasure him with another orifice.
As he watched his shaft make her throat bulge he said with satisfaction: ‘I shall report to the Ironmaster that you are now ready to be presented to a meeting of the Society…’
Chapter Eleven
It was another shadowy anonymous plastic-lined room, but one much larger than any Jane had so far been confined in. There was a low podium at one end with a large portrait of Rowland hung over it and above that a banner with the motto Flesh must yield to Iron. Facing this little stage were fifteen or twenty masked and black clad men with Saw, Rasp, Hammer and Anvil in the front row. All had wide, deep open fly-flaps in the fronts of their trousers which exposed their genitals. Their penises were all erect as if they were saluting the image of Rowland, or showing their readiness to perform like men…
The Ironmaster; hooded and with his genitals also exposed and penis erect, led Jane up on to the podium. She crawled after him on all fours with a heavy chain leash clipped to her collar clinking. He had spent the previous day teaching her to walk to heal and thrashing her bottom when she failed to keep in step. Now nothing on earth seemed more important to her to follow him like his dog. When he stopped she huddled down at his heel trembling and surreptitiously rubbing her cheek against the side of his shiny black boot. She so wanted to please him… she would do anything to please him…
‘This is the outsider woman formerly named Jane Frobisher and now part marked as Brush 01,’ the Ironmaster announced to the assembly. ‘She was permitted to stay as an outsider free woman in this town beyond the control and monitoring of the approved hotels for several weeks, thereby putting our way of life at risk. After we took action to call attention to her presence here and the risks she posed, she was made party to a ludicrous and dangerous bargain by Mayor Goldsmith and his minions, which once again put our society and noble traditions at risk. Therefore we have taken the necessary steps to educate her in true Irontown values. She now wishes to prove to all of you that she knows her proper place as a subordinate female…’
He nudged Jane with his toe and she Jane crawled forward to the front of the podium and said tremulously, her eyes flitting between the masked faces before her and the row of jutting cocks: ‘Please, Sirs, I no longer wish to live as a free woman in the outsider way. I want to live by Irontown rules. So I offer myself to you. I wish to submit to the tests to show I am a true daughter of the
Iron…’
There was a round of applause from the men even as their cocks twitched in anticipation.
‘Bring on the lashing barrel…’ the Ironmaster commanded.
Two more black clad men appeared rolling something low but bulky forward out of the shadows and positioned it just in front of the podium. It was a cylindrical object the size of a water barrel lying on its side but made out of rings and rods of slender iron bars welded together to form an open mesh. Only one gap in the mesh was filled on the upper curve of the barrel by a metal plate with a rubber-lined socket in its middle. On the inside of this socket the head of a small metal T-bar protruded into the drum while on the outside the tail of the bar formed a small upward curving hook.
There was a large crank handle extending from the middle of one flat face of the barrel which connected to an axle that ran through its middle from end to end. From this hung a dozen broad leather straps currently hanging limp within it. Their flat square-cut ends had been slotted lengthwise so that they divided into even finer strips the size of fingers. All this was mounted on a low wheeled wooden base with hooks and chains at each corner attached to small brass windlasses.
The Ironmaster led Jane off the platform over to the drum where he snapped his fingers: ‘Mount the barrel, Brush…’
Trembling with terror and desperate desire to please him, Jane got to her feet and laid herself across the curve of the barrel so that her head and shoulders hung down over one side of the barrel while her toes still touched its base on the other. Her pussy rested against the socket plate so that the hook protruding from it curled up into the apex of her cleft and the hood of her clitoris.
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