The Girlflesh Castle

by Adriana Arden

  ‘Come and look at this, please, Mister Stewart,’ she called out.

  She showed him what she’d found and explained her reasoning and his scepticism vanished.

  ‘I’ll inform the Laird,’ he said grimly.

  ‘And find Jennifer Morton,’ Vanessa said. ‘I have to ask her a question.’

  An hour later Mike Kendal knocked on the door of the Laird’s study and entered when he was bidden. ‘You wanted to see me, Laird … oh.’

  Besides the Laird the study contained MacDonald, Stewart, Jennifer, who was looking confused, and Vanessa.

  ‘If you’re busy, I can come back …’

  ‘No, Mister Kendal,’ the Laird said gravely. ‘This won’t take long. I just want you to hand over your camera.’

  Mike blinked and looked confused. ‘But I haven’t got my camera. Your security people kept it and our phones. They said we could have them back when we left.’

  ‘I don’t mean that camera, I mean the one concealed in your so-called asthma inhaler,’ said the Laird, pointing to where, as usual, the mouthpiece of the inhaler protruded from the breast pocket of Mike’s shirt.

  Jennifer cut in. ‘Look, I don’t understand this. Your security people examined Mike’s inhaler. They took it to pieces. I saw them. It was perfectly ordinary.’

  ‘It was,’ Vanessa said, ‘but that’s not the one he’s carrying now. That one has a micro-camera concealed inside it that he was going to use to take photographs of our guests together with slave girls, so they could be used for blackmail!’

  Mike scowled. ‘This is getting ridiculous! I cooperated before, I put up with a very humiliating body search and they found nothing. If this is what working here means then I don’t want the job …’

  He made to leave but MacDonald and Stewart blocked his way. Mike turned back to the Laird, his fists clenched. ‘You can’t keep me here like this!’

  ‘We’ll keep you here until Vanessa has finished her explanation,’ the Laird said coldly. ‘Or you surrender that inhaler.’

  ‘It’s just an inhaler and I’m not handing it over to anybody. I need it. It’s the only one I’ve got!’

  ‘Then you’d better listen, Mister Kendal. Continue, Vanessa.’

  ‘Yes, you were very cooperative,’ Vanessa said to Mike. ‘Unusually so. But I was working so hard trying to win Jennifer round I didn’t think about it. She was the obvious threat to the Glen and such a good diversion. Strong-willed, outspoken, socially aware … is that why you picked her?’ Jennifer drew in her breath sharply. Vanessa continued: ‘You knew what her reaction would be when you got caught. Oh yes, you planned to get caught all along. You had to get up close to the guests to use your hidden camera and what better way than to have it accepted as an obvious but innocent object? You agreed so quickly to that search. And you were so happy when you got it over with.’

  ‘That’s only natural,’ Mike snapped. ‘And remember all my gear was searched as well. This is the only inhaler I’ve got and its been checked!’

  ‘I asked Jennifer a question a little while ago,’ Vanessa said. ‘On the night you climbed over the tree into the top wood and pitched camp, did you afterwards leave the tent for any time? She said you were gone for some time, despite the weather.’

  Mike gave a mocking laugh. ‘Well, what do you think I was doing? I was having a crap, of course!’

  ‘I think you were arranging a good safe hiding place for that inhaler. One you could find again easily when you needed to swap it over for the genuine one after that had been passed by the security team! All the time you were practically pushing that inhaler in our faces until we’d all got used to seeing it hanging out of your pocket, which is a great place to carry a camera. Then you swapped them over the second night you were here when we were up by the hill gate and you went off after Jennifer.’

  Mike looked disbelieving. ‘You mean I carry round a micro camera on the off-chance of being able to get inside secret estates full of millionaires playing with slave girls so I can practise a little blackmail! That’s mad!’

  ‘No, because none of this was chance! This was all planned months ago. You were just waiting for the right weather. That tree didn’t blow down by itself. It was pulled down just before you got there by people in an off-road vehicle with a winch, who work for the same man you do. I found their disguised tracks up on the hillside. They must have used a pole to reach over the fence and get a sling round the tree. But they scraped the trunk when they pulled it down. After you’d gone over, dragging Jennifer with you to play her part as a decoy, they rubbed some earth into the mark to conceal it because the tree had to stay there it make it all look natural. It took a lot of work and planning but then we are dealing with a ruthless man playing for big stakes. This was ready to go if another scheme went pear-shaped …’ she grimaced, ‘which I happen to know it did. By the way, how much is Harvey Rochester paying you?’

  Mike snarled and lunged at her, but MacDonald and Stewart caught his arms and twisted them up behind his back. Vanessa snatched the inhaler out of his pocket, put it down on the Laird’s desk, picked up a carved granite paperweight and smashed it down on the device.

  Shards of plastic and lens glass and a tiny spool of photographic film spilled out across the desk.

  The Laird poked at the debris. ‘A plastic microfilm camera that wouldn’t register on a normal detector. You were taking no chances, Mister Kendal, but you’ve still lost. And don’t think of attempting some petty act of sabotage. Rochester wants the Glen intact, not ruined by scandal. It’s all or nothing, and you have nothing. Now throw him back to his master!’

  But before MacDonald and Stewart could hustle Mike to the door, Jennifer, now pale-faced, said in numbed voice: ‘You’re working for Sir Harvey Rochester?’ She looked at Vanessa. ‘He’s your rival?’

  Vanessa nodded.

  ‘I went to him after I’d lost my job,’ Mike grated. ‘I’d couriered some stuff over to him once before and I bluffed my way in. I told him I’d do anything for him, anything! And he said he did have a special job in mind –’

  ‘For somebody bright, enthusiastic and go-getting, I suppose,’ Vanessa interjected contemptuously.

  ‘No!’ Mike said scathingly. ‘For somebody who had the courage to do what was necessary and see a job through!’

  Jennifer was shaking her head in disbelief. ‘How could you use me like this!’

  ‘But I did it for us!’ Mike said with passion. ‘We can still make it work, Jen. They can’t hold us against our will. People know we’re here. Even without the photos we can both be witnesses to what we’ve seen. That might be enough to give Rochester a lever! He’ll pay a packet to get his hands on this operation!’

  Jennifer took a deep breath. ‘You think I’d do that? At least these people are honest about what they do! They don’t cheat and blackmail for money or to extort a business takeover! I don’t know if you love me now or ever really loved me. I don’t care any more! If you make any accusations anywhere about this place I’ll deny them!’ She suddenly seemed to slump in her chair and closed her eyes. ‘Now please just take him away …’

  MacDonald and Stewart dragged Mike out and the door closed behind them.

  Vanessa knelt by Jennifer’s chair and took her hand. ‘I’m so sorry, Mistress.’

  ‘So am I, Ms Morton,’ said the Laird. ‘But in this life we must look forward, not back. This afternoon we have a gathering planned. Would you do me the honour of allowing me to escort you to the Glen Lothy Highland Games?’

  Jennifer took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. ‘I would be delighted,’ she said.

  ‘Do you have a girlpet to take with you? It is traditional.’

  ‘No.’

  The Laird smiled down at Vanessa. ‘Then one will be provided …’

  Shiller arrived before just before lunch and had a conference with the Laird, who brought her up to date with the latest developments regarding their uninvited guests. In her turn Vanessa was brought into the of
fice and knelt before her.

  ‘Well done, Vanessa,’ Shiller said. ‘You have done both Glen Lothy and the company a great service.’

  Vanessa swelled with pride. ‘Thank you, Director, but it was just luck. It turned out I hadn’t solved our problem in two days after all. It was too good to be true. I should have known better.’

  ‘Well, you solved half the problem, and you were quick enough to see the truth when luck came along and that’s what mattered,’ Shiller said with a smile. ‘And you didn’t even have to reveal that we had video recordings of Ms Morton and Mr Kendal dominating the Cherry Chain girls and yourself in the dungeon, which could have been used to encourage them to remain silent if necessary.’

  ‘No, Director. I know it was my back-up plan, but I’m not proud of it and I’d rather Mistress Jennifer didn’t find out. I told her I would do anything to protect the Glen, but she’s been hurt by one person’s blackmail scheme and I don’t want her to think badly of me.’

  ‘There should be no need for that. You won her over by fairer means.’

  ‘Do you think Rochester will try again, Director?’

  ‘I’m afraid so. But that’s a problem for another day. Let us enjoy the Games.’

  Guests ringed the event field by the time the Laird appeared, attired once more in full Highland regalia and with his striking pair of red-haired slave-bitches straining eagerly at their leashes ahead of him. On one side of him walked Shiller with, Vanessa had been delighted to discover, Sandra as her pet.

  They had exchanged brief welcoming nuzzles and kisses earlier. Sandra had said: ‘You save us from Rochester again! I knew you were something special the first day I met you!’

  Vanessa had been too moved to reply.

  On the other side of the Laird was Jennifer, smiling nervously and holding Vanessa on a leash: her pet for the afternoon and, if she wished, the night.

  Vanessa shuffled along on all fours like the other girls, with black rubber socks, mittens and kneepads. She glanced up adoringly at Jennifer, who looked very attractive in a borrowed kilt and tartan sash. The lines of her Mistress’s kilt were even more appealing because Vanessa knew there was nothing underneath it. Like a good inquisitive dog she had checked earlier, which had earned her an affectionate smack on the rear.

  They assembled in front of their seats set on a low podium and the Laird stepped forward, taking up a microphone. ‘I welcome one and all to the second Glen Lothy all-girl Highland Games,’ he said. ‘I know we shall have a fine afternoon of sport to entertain you. Four chains are competing today: Jade, Cherry, Violet and Azure. I hope you will give them all your support. There will be both team and individual events, all points won to count towards the final team score. Now let us welcome the competitors!’

  Vanessa crouched by Jennifer’s chair and laid her head against her knee where she could be stroked and petted. For now she should forget being a reporter or an amateur detective and enjoy herself like any other slave girl. That was the most important thing. That was what being a Shiller girl was all about.

  The four competing chains were marched onto the field and paraded round the track to the applause and cheers of the onlookers.

  They were cuffed and chained in their customary three-by-four grid. Their chain numbers had been painted in their collar colours on their backs, chests and thighs, with matching coloured ribbons in their hair. As they jogged round the track beaming with excitement their breasts jiggled prettily. Vanessa caught sight of Kashika and felt a thrill of pride and happiness.

  The first event was the slave girl version of ‘Putting the Stone’. The stone in question was a sphere of granite the size of a lawn bowling ball. It hung on the end of a short length of chain with a perfectly smooth polished wooden dildo on the other end. In fact it was not so much putting as carrying, and since their arms were cuffed behind them their options were limited.

  The Azure team were lined up by the edge of the track first, with their number one girl standing on the starting line with her legs spread. MacDonald slid the dildo up into her vagina as far as it would go, leaving the stone dangling between her legs at about ankle height. She gripped the wooden rod tightly with her internal muscles and set off along the track, with the rest of her team following her on the inside.

  Of course there was no way she could support the weight of the stone by gripping such a smooth object inside her for very long, and the dildo immediately began to slide out of her. Despite clenched thighs and a last desperate duck-waddle it popped out before she had gone ten metres, dropping the stone to the grass. She was taken off the track and the next girl stood over the fallen stone. The dildo was inserted into her and she set off in turn.

  Some girls moved slowly so as not to set the stone swinging and trying to maintain their grip, while others made frantic waddling dashes to make as much ground as possible even as the rod-like dildo was sliding out of them. Their faces screwed up with effort and their bottoms wobbled as they made their ungainly way round the track. Of course their natural reaction to vaginal stimulation did not help them keep a grip on the dildos and their thighs were soon wet with their juices.

  When all twelve girls had taken their turn, a coloured peg was put in beside the track to mark how far they had gone. Then the next chain was brought on to have their go. In the end Violet team won with Cherry coming third, and the crowd enthusiastically applauded their efforts. The first points went up on the scoreboard.

  The next event was the Tug of War, once again adapted to suit the nature of the competitors.

  Two chains straddled the long heavy rope as it lay on the ground and faced away from each other. On either side of the plain middle section of the rope were affixed a dozen strings of transparent plastic balls, about the size of golf balls, with a wire core running though them. Each string was set about half a metre apart and there were six close-spaced balls on each string.

  As the girls stood with legs apart the rope was lifted up and the strings of balls pushed up into their greased rectums until all had been swallowed. Now both teams carried the rope between their thighs, suspended from the plastic-coated wire ropes hanging out of their bulging anuses.

  On command they leaned forward and took the strain, legs clenched about the rope to try to hold the balls inside them. At the command to heave they dug their toes into the ground and leaned further forward, trying to pull their opponents backwards over the line. Grunting and sweating and red-faced they strained, thighs bulging and buttocks clenched. Of course their anal rings could not resist much pressure. One by one balls began popping out of bottom holes as they lost their grip. Girls jerked forward a little further along their strings of rectal beads as they emerged from their hot tight confinement.

  When a girl reached the end of her string and the last bead popped out of her rear she usually stumbled against the girl ahead of her, who then lost her grip as well. This precipitated a sudden collapse and you could hear the soft ripping pop of beads being torn from a dozen sweaty bottom holes as the rope was wrenched from their grasp and snaked away between their legs, leaving a few rope burns on their thighs.

  Each team hauled against the others and then the two with the most wins had a deciding contest. This time Cherry Chain came second, losing out to Azure in the final pull.

  The Caber Tossing was an individual event, which gave them time to rest after the exertion of the Tug of War. The object of tossing the caber was of course to see who could flip something about half the size of a telegraph pole end over end, and was normally played by large strong men and not slender naked slave girls. Naturally a uniquely Glen Lothy solution had been found.

  The ‘cabers’ had been scaled down and made from wooden rods with a thick sheathing of painted foam rubber. For this event their wrists were cuffed before them so they could cup the ends of the cabers and balance them against their shoulders. But so as not to make it too easy their wrist cuffs were hooked to short bungee cords that ran between their legs and hooked onto anal plugs. As ea
ch girl ran forward and tried to toss the caber she had to stretch the cord to its limits, cutting painfully deep into her cleft.

  Vanessa was proud to see Kashika manage a perfect toss of the caber, even if she did double up immediately afterwards with a yelp of pain clutching at her rope-burnt vulva. Cherry Chain came second once again.

  The Log Haul was a timed team event. The log, freshly trimmed from that fateful tree Mike and Jennifer had used as a bridge to scale the fence, had to be pulled the length of the field by each team in turn. A dozen ropes spread out from a heavy ring screwed into one end of the log. The end of each rope divided into two short leather straps that linked in turn to broad buckled cuffs with studded inner faces. The straps went over the girls’ shoulders and the cuffs went round their breasts, drawn tight until they ballooned out from their collars. The studs bit into their tender flesh, preventing the cuffs slipping off and in the process making them wince and bringing tears to their eyes. But they were Shiller girls and they accepted the discomfort as part of the challenge.

  One by one the chains dragged the log across the field. They gasped and sobbed with effort, tears in their eyes, purple breasts bulging, stretched upwards by the tension of the cuffs and straps cutting into their shoulders. It was a test of their determination and endurance, all over in less than a minute. As she watched, Vanessa could feel their suffering but also knew the pain was something they bore happily and proudly.

  To her delight Cherry Chain won by two seconds. By her side Jennifer ruffled her hair and cheered loudly.

  The Hammer Throw by contrast was almost a comic event, as intended. The girls stood before a fan-shaped wedge marked out on the grass, crossed by arcs spaced a metre apart, and had to throw a long-handled foam-rubber hammer with a weighted head as far as they could. The sum totals of the distances thrown would determine the winning team. Naturally they were not allowed the use of their hands.