Captives of Cheyner Close

by Adriana Arden

  Still Fred seemed to ignore her efforts. Daniela turned about, resting her taped palms on the floor, splaying her legs and thrusting out her mound of Venus so that it made its own damp furry hillock between the taut rises of her buttocks; offering herself totally. Peering over the dummy’s shoulder, Raj’s eyes bulged in delight at the sight before him.

  Weaving her hips, Daniela shuffled and swayed backwards, her nipple-bells hanging free. The tip of the dildo pressed against her cleft. With a moan Daniela pushed with her hips, impaling herself on the dildo. Her eyes went wide as she began to ride the rubber shaft, setting her bells jingling as she worked her hips steadily faster. Raj jerked Fred back and forth to meet her thrusts, plunging the dildo deeper into her. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Suddenly Daniela gasped aloud, her legs straining, and then she sank to the floor. The dildo came out of her with a soft pop and sprung back upright, its shaft gleaming with her juices.

  Everybody broke into applause, which she greeted with a blushing smile as she slowly recovered her senses.

  Spooner awarded her 25 out of a possible 30.

  Having had a chance to think it over, Tara quickly put her hand up. ‘May I go next, Mistress?’

  Going now meant she would only have to lick Daniela’s juices off the dildo. Also she reasoned that her dance would seem fresher if Spooner had seen fewer girls before her, and that meant more points. Apart from the risk of punishment, Tara Ashwell never came last in anything.

  Tara knew she was no great dancer, but she could at least show plenty of uninhibited enthusiasm. After all, it wasn’t as though she was coupling with a real man. If she pretended it was her own vibrator she was going to shaft herself with for her own pleasure, she could give Fred the dummy a good time. She was actually going to be marked on how well she performed, which was gross but also exciting.

  So as the music played she bumped and ground her heart out, proudly showing off her body. She rubbed her taped hands through her crotch, glorying in her brazenness, until they came away wet. She cupped and jiggled her breasts to set her bells bouncing wildly, heedless of the stinging pricks they delivered in return. Steeling herself she moved right up close to Fred, ignoring Raj Khan’s hungry eyes, and bent to lick the dildo, splaying her legs so the audience all got a good view up her backside. As she did so she caught the lingering scent of Daniela’s juices; musky, raw and exciting. Don’t pull back, use it, she told herself. Lovingly she licked the shaft, marvelling at her own responses, savouring its flavour, slobbering over it until it was lubricated afresh.

  Then she twisted round to face her audience, arching her back to thrust out her breasts while pushing her hips back against the wet rubber penis. Reaching behind her she hooked her taped hands through the dummy’s crooked arms and pulled herself hard back onto the dildo. She grunted as it filled her, rotating her hips, grinding into her synthetic lover. Raj Khan was rocking Fred to and fro by the shoulders, enjoying driving the dildo into her, but she didn’t care. She was shaking her shoulders and tossing her breasts about wildly, drawing rings of tiny smarting pinpoints about her nipples as the spiked bells pricked her. Her loins were full to the brim with liquid sex …

  She orgasmed lustily and sank to the floor, panting for breath, to the sound of applause. Later she might cringe at the thought of what she had done before so many eyes, but at that moment it simply felt like her just reward.

  Spooner gave her 23 points.

  Gail went next, blushing and hesitant, but looking curiously determined. She didn’t try any fancy steps but undulated gracefully in time with the music, the flexing of her supple waist contrasting with the sway of her full hips. The spikes on her jingling nipple-bells were making their mark on her tautly-domed breasts, but she bore it nobly. As though being drawn helplessly forward to her fate, the look on her sweetly suffering face was captivating.

  Going down on her knees before Fred she looked up at the dummy as though he really were her master. She licked its dildo, then cupping her breasts as though offering up her most precious gift, she rubbed the length of it along the deep fleshy valley between them. It was intensely sensuous. As she rose to take the dildo inside her she kissed Fred’s chest. With a little groan she stood on tiptoe, peeling back her labia with her taped hands and sliding the fake penis up into the pink-rimmed hole they framed between them.

  With a wondering glassy look in her eyes, as though she could not quite believe what she was doing, Gail embraced the dummy and deliberately pressed her boobs into its chest, digging the spiked bells into her own flesh. They heard her whimper then sigh. She began to undulate her hips in time with the music while brushing her breasts from side to side across Fred’s torso, using pain and pleasure to work herself into a state of helpless ecstasy.

  Tara was impressed, never having suspected the girl had it in her. Daniela and Hazel’s jaws were hanging open in horrified yet admiring fascination. Cassie looked disgusted while Sian was tight-lipped and intense.

  Gail came with a series of yelps and gasps, then slumped onto her back to a round of applause, streaks of sweat smeared across her reddened and heaving breasts. Narinda wiped them clean with a damp tissue, checked she had in fact suffered no more than pinpricks, and helped her back to her place.

  Gail was awarded 27 points. Tara bit her lip. At the moment she was still last.

  Sian went next, a determined expression on her face. Tara recalled that Sian had been quite serious about ballet until a few years ago, and she used everything she had learned in her routine.

  The muscles stood out on her slender body as she sprang and twirled gracefully on her toes, nipple-bells swinging freely from the jiggling apples of her breasts. She did a splits before Fred the dummy, exposing her cleft bush and giving her labial bell a teasing flick. Sian’s dance ended with her copulating elegantly while standing on one leg with the other crooked round Fred’s waist, her small round buttocks clenching as she jerked her hips.

  Her score of 24 brought a brief but genuine smile to her flushed face, even as it made Tara frown.

  Hazel put her hand up before a hesitant Cassie. She was not a very rhythmic dancer, but she made up for it by a display of sheer wanton abandon, writhing about the floor heedless of the pricks from her bells. She finished by mounting Fred and wrapping both legs round his waist, her pale chubby bottom trembling as she gleefully rode his rubber dildo. Raj Khan had to hold the dummy steady to prevent it falling over.

  She got 26 points.

  Now only Cassie was left. As she rose she looked both nervous and disdainful. She danced half-heartedly, wincing as the bells pricked her, and needed a flick from Narinda’s cane to impale herself on Fred’s now glistening and well lubricated rubber phallus. Even as Tara’s hopes rose she felt Cassie was being stupid. She must have realised by now that it was easier to accept their situation and make the best of it, or else refuse to perform and take the consequences. But she was letting her pride get in the way of common sense. Tara thought she did eventually have a genuine orgasm, after much effort, but her performance was too grudging to be very entertaining.

  Cassie got just 19 points. Tara breathed a sigh of relief.

  ‘You should have tried harder,’ Narinda told Cassie.

  Fanning and Warwick bent Cassie over double and backed her onto the dummy’s dildo. Rachel prised apart Cassie’s unwilling buttocks to expose her anus and they forced the rubber shaft into her tight rear passage, bringing forth a dismayed groan. Then they pulled her arms behind the dummy’s back and tied her wrists together so she could not pull herself free. Spreading her legs they tied her ankles to the outsides of the dummy’s ankles. A final length of rope was looped about her neck and the ends drawn over the dummy’s back and tied to her wrists, pulling her head back so that it rested on Fred’s shoulder and making it look as though she was locked in some strange embrace with her plastic lover. Her taut breasts rose and fell tremulously while the pressure of the sodomising phallus forced her hips blatantly forward. The anger in her eyes was
beginning to turn to alarm.

  Narinda swished her long holly cane through the air in front of Cassie. ‘Now, I’m going to give you six strokes,’ she said. ‘And after each you will say loudly: “I must try harder to please you.” If you don’t it won’t count and I’ll do it again.’

  She drew back her arm and slashed the cane across Cassie’s midriff, making her yelp and leaving a ragged line of red pinpricks in her skin. Narinda looked questioningly at Cassie who gasped wretchedly: ‘I – must try harder to please you …’

  By the sixth stroke Cassie’s breasts, stomach and thighs were crisscrossed by swathes of reddened pinpricked flesh and she was sobbing ‘I must try harder to please you … I must try harder …’ over and over again.

  Their captors left Cassie impaled and bound while they laid out the girls’ food bowls in a semi-circle about her. While they had a proper meal Cassie was fed on bread and water. They all sneaked curious glances up at her as they ate, conscious that she had been left there as both a punishment and a warning.

  That afternoon they were harnessed in pairs to a garden roller and made to pull it up and down Gerald Spooner’s lawn. It was not a contest, merely hard sweaty work. When they were done Warwick turned the garden hose on them and they squealed like children as its cold spray washed over them. By the time they were returned to their stock-beds to rest before the coming night’s exertions, they were so tired that the imprisoning frames and meagre bedding almost seemed comfortable.

  The residents locked the door behind them and for the first time that day the girls were free to talk together. For a minute there was an awkward silence, then Hazel asked Daniela:

  ‘Where did you learn to dance like that? You looked really hot.’

  ‘I did study dance for a few years,’ Daniela admitted. ‘Just for fun we did some belly dancing.’

  ‘Is that where you learned to spin your tassels like old-fashioned strippers?’ Gail wondered.

  Daniela giggled. ‘Me and a few other girls in my class had a go at that secretly. I never guessed I’d ever do it for real. Did I really look sexy?’

  ‘I bet you even had old Spooner creaming his pants,’ Hazel said.

  ‘Well, I thought I just had to forget being embarrassed and do my best. It was – fun, in a weird sort of way. Oh … does that sound sick?’

  Hazel sniggered. ‘Like this whole thing is not sick already?’

  ‘Well, what about you?’ Gail said. ‘You went at it like a sex-starved bunny!’

  ‘I was only doing what Daniela did,’ Hazel said defensively. ‘I thought: shit, why not go all the way? I’ve nothing left to hide. They want a show, I’ll give ’em a show. Anyway, what about what you did to your tits with those nipple-bells? That really was pervy! Didn’t it hurt?’

  ‘I didn’t think about it really,’ Gail replied, sounding curiously uncertain. ‘Narinda said the more excited we got the better, and it was true in an odd way. I thought if I was a real slave trying hard to please her master, I’d show I was ready to suffer for him. Everybody looks at my boobs so I used them. It hurt at first, but once I got that rubber cock inside me it seemed to make the pleasure stronger.’

  ‘Did you both really come?’ Daniela asked hesitantly. ‘I wondered if it was only me.’

  ‘Of course I did,’ Hazel said. ‘That’s what made it fun.’

  ‘I did too,’ Gail admitted. ‘In the end I couldn’t help it. I didn’t have to pretend.’

  Listening to their chatter Tara was both amazed and disconcerted by the adaptability of human nature. What had happened to the three trembling, terrified figures she had seen bent over the Cheyner Close sign and caned not two days ago? Did last night’s one-to-one sessions with the residents have anything to do with it? For that matter, had she been changed by her experience at Warwick’s hands?

  ‘Did you come too, Sian?’ Daniela asked. ‘You danced so beautifully and you looked like you were enjoying yourself.’

  ‘It was all just an act, right?’ Sian said quickly.

  ‘But it was a great dance,’ Gail added.

  ‘All right, so I put on a good show,’ Sian replied, sounding embarrassed.

  ‘You did come,’ Hazel insisted. ‘I saw your face.’

  ‘All right, so I came,’ Sian snapped. ‘That was the idea, wasn’t it? That was how we we’re meant to get through this. Anything wrong with that?’

  ‘Nothing,’ Daniela said gently. ‘We just wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself.’ She added quickly: ‘What I mean is, getting yourself worked up while you were dancing and then hearing that applause when you finished, not everything else.’

  Sian sighed. ‘I suppose, just for a few seconds, that did feel good,’ she admitted grudgingly.

  Tara realised none of them felt they needed to compliment her performance. Coming second to last was nothing special, of course, but it showed how her power over them had melted away.

  ‘Isn’t anybody going to say anything to me?’ Cassie said suddenly. ‘Are you going to ask me if I enjoyed screwing up my dance and getting caned and buggered by a fucking window dummy?’

  There was an awkward silence. After a moment Sian said: ‘Sorry, Cassie. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.’

  ‘Well, just so you all know, it hurt,’ Cassie said miserably. ‘Gail’d probably get off on having her tits beaten with holly while she had a rubber dildo stuck up her backside, but I didn’t.’

  ‘I think,’ Gail said slowly, ‘that if they did that to me, I would try to get as much pleasure out of it as I could. Maybe I’d beg one of them to use my front passage at the same time.’

  ‘You’d beg for that?’ Cassie said, aghast.

  ‘Why not? It might stop them from doing something worse. And maybe, with my bottom plugged, it would feel special.’

  ‘You’re sick, all of you!’ Cassie exclaimed.

  Tara could not stay silent any longer. ‘Cassie, stop feeling so bloody sorry for yourself! We’re all in the same situation. Gail’s right. We get whatever pleasure we can in any way we can. If you’d worked at enjoying your dance more, it would’ve been me on that dummy instead of you.’

  There came a long sigh from Cassie, then she said in a small voice: ‘You’re right. I will try harder.’ Then she added: ‘But I still hate you, Tara.’

  Cassie’s resolve was soon tested. According to Warwick’s rota Hilary Beck and Rachel Villiers had the use of her that night. Tara saw the look in Cassie’s eyes and her teeth clamped tight on her ball-gag as the two women tied the blindfold round her head.

  When the blindfold was next removed, Cassie found herself looking up into the smiling faces of Rachel and Hilary. She was bound spreadeagled to the gleaming brass frame of a double bed by leather cuffs and chains. The deep soft purple sheets and pillow under her carried a lingering trace of perfume, mingled with the more intimate scent of female bodies.

  ‘She doesn’t look happy,’ Hilary observed.

  ‘Maybe because she knows she’s about to get ravished by two filthy dykes,’ Rachel said. ‘That’s what you called us in one of those anonymous letters you sent to half of Styenfold.’

  ‘I think I was a “bull-dyke”,’ Hilary added. ‘No young girl was safe when I was around …’ her face darkened. ‘What do you think that felt like? Why do you hate us so much?’

  Cassie was moaning and chewing on her gag.

  ‘You want to say something?’ Hilary pulled the rubber ball from Cassie’s mouth.

  ‘It was all Tara’s doing,’ Cassie babbled desperately. ‘She said both of you deserved it and we believed her – ahh!’

  Rachel had slashed her holly cane across the underside of Cassie’s firm upstanding breasts. ‘You will speak to us respectfully,’ she warned. ‘You’ve never shown us any in the past but while you’re in our house you’ll bloody-well behave properly, understand?’

  Cassie spluttered: ‘Yes, Mistress … sorry, Mistress.’

  ‘So, Tara said we were wicked lesbians and you didn’t t
hink to disagree with her at all?’ Hilary continued. ‘We complained to the police because of Tara and her boyfriend driving round the Close like nutters in the middle of the night. So did the rest of the residents. Anybody would have done that.’ She tapped her chest. ‘What harm did we do you personally? Or was that just an excuse? Be honest!’

  Cassie licked her lips, then said hesitantly: ‘I don’t like – your type, Mistress.’

  ‘And what other “types” don’t you like besides us lezzy queers? What about the Khans? Or Jews or blacks?’

  Shocked at the insinuation Cassie exclaimed: ‘I’m not racist, Mistress –’

  ‘Just homophobic.’

  ‘I feel – uncomfortable – near people like you, Mistress.’ It was the best way she could express her feeling. Was that why it had been so easy to join in Tara’s revenge in the Close?

  Rachel smiled mischievously. ‘You know what they say. People who are strongly anti-gay are often secretly gay themselves.’ She beamed at Hilary. ‘Shall we give it a test?’

  ‘Let’s.’

  Smiling at Cassie, they each began a mocking striptease, blowing her kisses and licking their lips suggestively as they shed their garments. Soon they stood naked, one on each side of the bed, taunting her with their bare bodies. It was impossible not to look at them.

  Hilary must have been in her early thirties. Her skin was clear and tinted with a light golden tan. A mass of fluffy blonde hair framed a firm-jawed face set with serious brown eyes and, in Cassie’s opinion, a slightly overlarge nose. Her hips were a little fleshy but compensated for by heavy double-‘D’ cup breasts. A fluffy triangle of dyed-blonde pubic hair sprouted from between her thighs. As Cassie’s gaze fell upon her pubes Hilary ran a finger sensuously through her slit, then turned round and wiggled her bottom suggestively at Cassie. Her buttocks were deeply cleft, smooth and full-cheeked.

  Rachel was slimmer, perhaps a year or two younger than her lover, and, Cassie had to concede, very pretty. Curling brunette hair tumbled over her shoulders, matching the thick bush between her thighs. Her face was well proportioned and friendly, her blue eyes set under neat brows. Mature but still shapely breasts capped by distinct brown nipples rose from her slender chest, accentuated by a narrow waist, smoothly curving but not overfull hips and shapely legs. Like Hilary she gave Cassie a twirl. Her bottom was neatly rounded and, like the rest of her, warmly tanned.