The Girlflesh Castle

by Adriana Arden

  A warning jolt coursed through her nipples making her yelp.

  ‘How … Sir Harvey?’ she corrected herself humbly.

  His face creased into a smile. ‘That’s better. Now you know what I can do to you and your friend you’re going to be a good girl and do everything I say, aren’t you?’

  ‘Yes, Sir Harvey,’ she said miserably.

  He appeared to relax a little, enjoying her surrender. ‘So Shiller gave you a white collar. I know that means you’re a privileged slave and can go pretty much where you please. And you’ve even found yourself a slut girlfriend from Shiller’s stock. That was a mistake. When I saw the two of you together I knew I had a handle on you, because having a lover meant you had something to lose. Do I have to get them back in and whip her arse raw, or will you obey me to the letter?’

  And now I know you never let anybody get as close as we are, Vanessa thought contemptuously, while aloud she said wretchedly: ‘I’ll obey, Sir Harvey.’

  ‘You will, if you don’t want her hurt. Now this is what’s going to happen. When it’s dark my men will take your precious girlfriend away to a safe place …’ he smiled coldly ‘… just in case you were thinking of trying to organise some sort of rescue. When you go in to Shiller’s tomorrow you tell them she’s sick and resting back here. That’ll give you maybe three days to finish the job I gave you: get incriminating evidence on Shiller’s slave business! Enough to destroy her! You’re a white-collar, which means Shiller trusts you. I’ve seen you’re still playing at being a reporter and carry a camera. You can get pictures of Shiller with slave girls or any guests with their slaves – famous faces, preferably. I know they call in to dine there.’

  Vanessa protested: ‘But Sir Harvey, I can’t be seen taking any pictures of clients. I only photograph slave girls in training.’

  ‘You won’t be using that clunking camera, girl, you’ll use this …’ His image was briefly replaced by a still photo of a metal and plastic device about the size and shape of a torch battery with studded sides and a curved arm extending from its underside like an inverted periscope with a tiny lens on its tip.

  His grinning image returned. ‘I call it a pussycam. Squeeze and click. Put that cunt of yours to good use at last. But be sure to trim back your bush. I don’t want anything obscured by your short-and-curlies.’ He sounded almost jolly now, confident and in control. ‘My men will leave it with you with full operating instructions. I assume you’ll have no problems inserting it yourself. If you need motivating, think of your girlfriend. While you’re at work my men will be keeping her amused. Maybe I’ll plug her in like you are now and see how prettily she screams. That’s what’ll happen unless you bring me back what I want. Every night you’ll come back here and download what you’ve got to an address I’ll give you. If it’s good I’ll have her freed. If you don’t deliver you’ll never see her again. I’ve got places a pretty tart like her can be put to work. Any questions … or do I have her brought back in here for a proper lashing?’

  At that moment from the other side of the door came a muffled thud, and the sound of a man’s cry cut off in the middle, followed by the rush of booted feet.

  Vanessa raised her voice to cover the commotion. ‘There’s one thing you haven’t thought of, Sir Harvey.’

  He scowled. ‘What?’

  ‘How perverted Shiller girls like us are. Do you know I even have a mirror on my bedroom wall with a micro-camera in it, so that Miss Kyle, our trainer back at HQ, can look in when Kashika is staying over to make sure we’re being good slave girls in bed –’

  The door burst open to reveal a Shiller security guard holding a batten.

  Rochester’s face clouded into a mask of rage as realisation dawned.

  ‘You bitch!’

  He stabbed at an unseen button in front of him. Vanessa’s body arched as the full force of the current the transformer box could deliver pounded her nipples and vagina. As her scream dammed up behind her gag bit there was a pop and crackle as the laptop fused.

  Then the pain died and she flopped back limp and trembling on the bed again. The security man was standing over her looking concerned. In his hand was the end of the power cable he’d ripped from the wall socket.

  ‘OK, girl, you’re safe now …’

  Vanessa tried to smile and then, accompanied by the only sense of true shame she’d felt all day, she fainted for the second time.

  Four

  HALF AN HOUR later, Rochester’s agents and their devices had been removed from the flat. They would face neither courts nor police since, officially, none of this had happened. Respectable city companies did not trade in slave girls so there could be none for other business rivals to attempt to kidnap and coerce for the purposes of industrial espionage. The men themselves did not even know who had hired them.

  Rochester had been very careful that way. None of the men had heard his undisguised voice or seen his face on the screen. The laptop had been fused by an internal self-destruct charge and its memory destroyed, leaving no traceable connection to him. None of the special devices they had used bore any useful identifying serial numbers.

  But the men would not escape unpunished. As they were escorted away the head of the Shiller security team mentioned dumping them naked in the middle of Epping forest as a gentle warning not to interfere with their girls again.

  A company doctor, quite used to attending naked women wearing only slave collars, had accompanied the rescue squad. He checked Vanessa and Kashika over and declared they had suffered no lasting ill effects from their ordeal. Physically it was not much worse than what a strict client might have inflicted. Their mental scars might take longer to heal. The best treatment for those was their own love and the knowledge that they were safe in the company’s care once more.

  Now Vanessa and Kashika sat on the end of the bed, arms about each other. Vanessa still felt sore and dizzy from Rochester’s device and secretly embarrassed about that second faint, even if it had only been for a few seconds.

  They were facing the mirror camera so Director Shiller could look at them. Her voice came from the concealed speakers Miss Kyle sometimes used to encourage them in bed. It was a steady, assured voice with a faint trace of accent, and currently full of concern. Just listening to it made Vanessa feel better.

  ‘Two of my security staff will stay the night,’ Shiller said, ‘though I don’t think it’s likely Rochester will try anything again. You can come in tomorrow when you feel stronger. There’ll be an escort, just in case. We’ll talk further then.’

  ‘Thank you, Director,’ Vanessa said.

  ‘This is the second time you’ve become caught up in the war between Rochester and myself, Vanessa. I’m sorry for what you’ve suffered.’

  ‘Rejecting him months ago was my choice, Director. Seeing him again like this for real, when he wasn’t even trying to put on his rough-diamond self-made man act, made me glad I did. He’s a real …’ she hesitated, knowing the Director disapproved of crude language in any circumstances. ‘He’s a twenty-four carat bastard.’

  ‘Yes, I think that fairly sums him up,’ Shiller agreed. ‘But that does not diminish my own concern. When Miss Kyle alerted me to what was happening I felt I had let you both down.’

  ‘It wasn’t your fault, Director,’ Vanessa protested.

  ‘When you gave yourself to the service of my company your safety and well-being became my responsibility. We value our girlflesh as a most prized commodity, unlike Rochester who sees you only as merchandise to be exploited and manipulated. It was a callous thing to do, but sadly entirely in character. Two birds with one stone, as he would say. Not just taking revenge upon you but trying to undermine my reputation with damning evidence of my secret business. Unfortunately I have no suitable evidence with which to fight back.’

  ‘I can testify against him for what he did to me, Director,’ Vanessa said. ‘That should ruin him.’

  ‘It would be your word against his, Vanessa. You would be making an u
nbelievable accusation without any hard evidence to back it up. Note how careful he was not even to let Kashika see him. In any case neither of us can admit the circumstances in which this event took place. No, this war will continue until one or the other of us gains decisive evidence against the other and forces capitulation.’

  ‘He mustn’t be allowed to win, Director!’ Kashika said fearfully. ‘I could never be a slave to anybody else … or trust them like I do you. Vanessa has told me about Rochester. He’s … he’s evil!’

  ‘I hope it will not come to that,’ Shiller assured her. ‘I would dissolve my girlflesh business rather than let you fall under his control. But he’s a ruthless and capable rival. As you’ve seen today he’s very careful never to leave any traces behind. He even operates his own girlflesh trade at arm’s length.’

  ‘He said he had a place he could have taken Kashika if I hadn’t cooperated,’ Vanessa said. ‘Is that what he meant, Director?’

  ‘Yes. He has several slave facilities. Real slaves, I’m afraid: conditioned to serve. Even if girls go in willingly they find they cannot leave. The locations change regularly. I have on occasions launched private raids on them and freed the girls there, but I cannot close the whole network and there is never hard evidence linking him to them. One day perhaps he’ll make a mistake and then … But enough of this. You must rest. I shall see you both tomorrow in my office at ten. Goodnight … and well done, Vanessa.’

  ‘I just kept him talking as long as I could, Director.’

  ‘Sometimes the right words at the right time can be very important.’

  Vanessa and Kashika had a long hot soapy shower together, helping to wash away the lingering traces of their ordeal, both physical and mental. Vanessa used her douche gun to flush Kashika’s passages both front and rear free of sperm, then applied some ointment the doctor had left to her sore bottom. In turn Kashika worked the cream deep into Vanessa’s still smarting vagina. They began to giggle in sheer relief as they went about this intimate task. It was reassuring to touch each other.

  Moving about the flat they were naturally conscious of the presence of the two Shiller security men. After repairing the chain on the front door that Rochester’s men had cut when they broke into the flat after tasering Kashika, they had settled down in front of the television. In theory the guards were at liberty to make use of Vanessa and Kashika, being collared company slaves, as they wished. But clearly feeling sympathy for what they had been through they gave them no more than admiring glances.

  For their part Vanessa realised they had not thought of dressing after their ordeal. It was natural, and exciting, to be naked in front of company employees in private. She compared the feeling to the fear Rochester’s men had inspired in her. It was right that these men, wearing the company logo, should be able to look at their bodies. Was it as though they were ‘family’? In this context the word had somewhat incestuous implications, but it did convey the essence of what Vanessa felt. It complemented the sense of ‘sisterhood’ she knew existed within and between the slave chains. Fundamentally it just felt good to belong to something so strange and wonderful. She’d never let Rochester destroy it.

  She and Kashika tidied up, changed the bedding, put the sheets in the wash and then cuddled up in Vanessa’s bed together. They didn’t attempt any love play at first but just held onto each other and talked, with Kashika assuming the slavish and adoring demeanour that she adopted when they were alone which made Vanessa feel both foolishly proud and rich beyond measure.

  ‘This was not how I planned this evening, Mistress,’ Kashika said. ‘I had such a lovely meal started. I suppose I might be able to rescue some of it.’

  ‘This wasn’t exactly how I imagined it going either,’ Vanessa said ruefully. ‘I was going to tell you about the clinic and a great girl there that you’ve got to meet. But what matters is we’re all right now.’ She paused then added: ‘I want to say, if it had come to it, I’d have got Rochester his pictures. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.’

  ‘Oh! You must never put me before the company, Mistress,’ Kashika said fervently. ‘Think of all the other girls it would have hurt.’

  ‘I can’t help it. I feel guilty enough as it is.’

  ‘Why, Mistress?’ Kashika said in surprise.

  ‘Because by being my lover you became a target for Rochester to try to use against me. Hurting you was part of his revenge. I’m so sorry I got you mixed up in all this.’

  Kashika kissed her. ‘Never feel sorry for that, Mistress. He’s the enemy of both of us and the company.’

  ‘But he would never have singled you out like this if it hadn’t been for me.’

  ‘If it hadn’t been you and me it would have been somebody else, Mistress. But you stopped him here and now so maybe you saved two other people from harm. We have to make a stand for what is right, even if it means we get hurt. I knew you were trying to buy us time. If it had been necessary for me to take that beating with the studded straps to buy us more I would have.’

  Now it was Vanessa’s turn to kiss her. ‘I knew you were strong. Now I think you’re also braver than I am. But I’m still sorry your lovely bottom got marked.’

  ‘It’s still there for you to spank, Mistress,’ Kashika giggled. ‘I’d happily bear any marks you put on it. But that’s my private pleasure. I think we also have a bigger duty to some ideals whatever the cost. I don’t mean going out and destroying something just because we don’t like it, but defending a way of life we have chosen voluntarily that does nobody else any harm. The company gives women like us a safe home and allows us to be ourselves as …’ she chuckled lightly ‘… happy slaves. And our service pleases other people and perhaps stops them turning to true helpless slaves for pleasure. I think that’s worth fighting for, don’t you, Mistress?’

  Vanessa kissed her again. ‘It is. And I’m going to write up what you just said in GN. We’re going to fight Rochester and all his kind who want to make us into something mean and dirty!’ Now it was her turn to chuckle. ‘We’re going to fight for the right to bear the collars and chains of our choice!’

  By the next morning the Shiller guards evidently thought they had recovered from their ordeal and normal master/slave relations were resumed. Waking Vanessa and Kashika they demanded to be fed. They also found slave chains from Vanessa’s store and put hobbles on them.

  After cooking the men breakfast, Vanessa and Kashika were ordered to eat their own meal off bowls and without utensils on the floor in one corner of the small kitchen. They neatly nibbled and lapped up the food with their bottoms raised and heads down, presenting their masters with a pretty view of their pubic clefts pouting from between their thighs, which was the proper way for slaves to dine in the presence of free people.

  When they had finished the men opened their flies and required the girls to service their erections, which they did on hands and knees, enjoying a dessert of hot sperm. It seemed perfectly normal and natural to Vanessa and it put yesterday evening into context. Their submission was appreciated. It had value. The men knew what they could and could not demand. It meant she and Kashika were happy slaves once again.

  After breakfast Vanessa and Kashika went through the normal slavish ritual of meticulously cleaning and greasing their nether orifices ready for any new use that might be required of them. Then they dressed in street clothes and left the flat. The Shiller guards followed at a discreet distance and shadowed Vanessa’s car on the drive into the centre of London. There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary, but Vanessa knew it was only a temporary reprieve. The knives were out now. Somewhere Rochester was nursing his frustration and anger and plotting some new scheme to bring the house of Shiller down.

  Shiller’s London headquarters occupied a custom-built modern tower block overlooking the Thames. Outwardly it was the prestigious home of a respectable and prosperous company, yet within it concealed secrets that would have astonished its neighbours.

  Shadowed by their guards
’ car, Vanessa entered the tower’s private underground car park, passed through a double set of security gates and wound her way down to the second basement level where she finally drew up beside an odd assortment of cars, vans and light lorries. Here Vanessa and Kashika waved goodbye to their guards. Vanessa used a key card and pad code to open the doors to a spacious goods lift. On the lift control panel the lowest button was marked ‘B2’, the level they were on. Vanessa pressed it three times. The doors closed and the lift descended.

  Vanessa felt the familiar thrill of entering a secret, privileged world. She saw the same look on Kashika’s face. Was it like coming home? A little. Perhaps it resembled more closely being taken to Santa’s Grotto as a child, for there really was a wonderland awaiting them.

  The doors opened and they stepped out into fresh warmth and soft light. The arching vaulted concrete roof overhead was painted in sky blue and skilfully lit by uplighters, making it seem higher than it was. On each side of the lifts a row of three timber chalets were tucked in under the false sky. The lift well was at the crossroads of long broad corridors, lined by tubs and planters of shrubs, each bathed in light from racks of mini-spotlights. The corridors ran between rectangular structures with concrete block walls painted in different colours and lower than the vaulted roof. Around the lift the floor was of woodblocks but the corridors were carpeted with thick, dark-blue rubber matting. A murmur of purposeful activity filled the place. It was an entire secret subterranean level in the middle of London hidden from public knowledge. It was where Shiller slaves were trained and housed.

  With the slap and shuffle of bare feet and jingle of chains a dozen naked women came down the corridor towards them, escorted by a man and woman in nondescript grey overalls. The women were secured in a three-by-four grid by chains crossing between their collars, which were all green. Their wrists were chained behind their backs, their mouths all bulged with green ball-gags, their naked breasts jiggled in time with their shuffling steps and their eyes were bright with anticipation and very alive. Vanessa and Kashika stepped aside as the chain of girls were herded past them into the lift. They smelt the perfume wafting from their naked bodies combined with the musk of female arousal. The doors closed and the lift ascended to level B2, where Vanessa knew the girls would be loaded into one of those assorted vans or lorries that would carry them off to serve in one of Shiller’s subsidiary slave facilities.