‘Look, Bolt, I know you hate all this and just want to get out of here, but at least play along. It’s hard enough as it is without us getting punished because you can’t be bothered to put on an act.’
Bolt was only half-listening. Her eyes were darting round the playground as though looking for a way out, but the walls were high and unbroken and all that could be seen above them were trees and rooftops.
‘They’re not making me believe any of that sh… ahhh… rubbish. And my name’s not “Bolt”!’
‘Well, since you won’t say what it really is we have to call you something. You can’t exactly pretend it’s not there with it written across your head and pussy.’
‘We might as well accept them,’ Cam said dismally. ‘We’re all going to be here for the rest of our lives. I might as well be dead to my parents anyway. What’s it matter what I’m called? A cam is a specially shaped section of a revolving shaft…’
‘Shut the fu… fug up!’ Bolt said.
‘I’m just saying it’s not worth getting angry about. They’ll do what they want with us and we can’t stop them.’
Bolt looked at her with contempt. ‘You gutless piece of p… pee! They’ve ground you down already.’
Mel stood between the two girls, shaking her head in despair. Bolt boiled with anger and resentment that got in the way of common sense while Cam was sinking into despair. If they had not all been chained together she would have walked away from them.
‘Stop it, both of you!’ she snapped. ‘This place is enough to send anybody crazy but we can’t start arguing amongst ourselves as well or they really will have won.’ She looked at Bolt. ‘Will you please try to keep your pride under control! We’ve got the message that you’re hard, right, so you don’t have to prove anything to us.’
‘I’m not promising anything.’
Mel sighed and turned to Cam. ‘Will you at least try not to give up on everything just yet? At least let’s get through one whole day first.’
Cam looked at Bolt and then took in a deep breath. ‘Sorry. You’re right. I’ll do my best.’
Mel had never considered the problems of fetching and carrying about the house when you did not have the use of your hands. They had in Shackleswell and had of course also developed many useful gadgets to allow cuffed girlcogs to perform basic tasks about the house. In Domestic Skills, under the tutelage of Mr Emery, they learned how to use some of them in a classroom fitted out with assorted items of furniture, kitchen and bathroom appliances.
The “Household Gynegripper” was a pair of spring-loaded rubber-lined clamps set on an S-shaped arm with a pair of rubber plugs on the other end that socketed into their vagina and anus and hooked into their labial rings. Squeezing on their vaginal plug operated the jaws, while clenching with their anus rotate them from horizontal to vertical. Light chains hooked to their nipple rings braced the gripper, so that it jutted out of them like a snake with gaping jaws, looking both obscene and comical.
‘Concentrate on keeping a firm grip,’ Mr Emery advised them as they tried to pick up plastic mugs from a table. ‘You will speed up later. Then we will move on to picking up heavier objects such as books. This is useful practice for MI, where you will learn to integrate with far larger mechanisms. Use the sensitivity of your sexes to judge the balance and weight of the object…’
There was a muffled curse as Bolt dropped her mug. She got a swipe of the cane for clumsiness and two for attempted bad language. Mel and Cam got a flick each just for being her coffle-sisters.
They did better at polishing and dusting.
They held the plug ends of rag-dusters in their mouths and soft plastic tubes of liquid polish inserted in their vaginas. Hooks on the tube caps were fastened to their labia rings with the nozzles sticking out between them like tiny penises. They dipped their heads to bring the dusters down in front of their pussies and squeezed, spraying polish onto the cloth. Then they lifted their heads and set to polishing a set of shelves. It was hard on the neck muscles but otherwise simple enough and even Bolt was only warned once for being slapdash. Soon the scent of lavender polish mingled with their juices as they oozed down their warm thighs from around the slippery bottles plugged inside them.
Master Stapler took them for Sexual Techniques in a classroom fitted out with racks of hooks from which hung a greater variety of sex toys than Mel had ever seen before, ceiling chains, wall bars, chairs of peculiar design and padded trestles. A ring of six rubber mats had been laid out end to end on the floor. After kissing his cock when they entered the room as they had been taught they knelt in a row before him together with Bobbin, Pin and Axel once more.
‘As gynatons your primary purpose is of course to please men sexually,’ Stapler told them earnestly. ‘You will learn how to satisfy the needs of male organs soon enough, but first you must become thoroughly familiar with every aspect of your own bodies and those of your sisters, with whom you are totally interchangeable. Girlcogs are permitted to have no inhibitions with contact and intimacy of any nature with their own kind whatsoever. If you have never coupled with another female this is where you will learn how, lesbian sex is only one of the permutations you will have to learn. Think of yourselves as multi-purpose flesh tools that can be assembled and cross-linked in a huge variety of different ways. Your bodies have different nubs and orifices that can be used both for coupling with machines, men and each other. You must have no hesitation about using them for any of these purposes. Before giving pleasure every nipple, mouth, vulva and bottom hole of your sister cogs must be as familiar to you as your own.’
He pointed to Mel. ‘Lie on you back on the mat with your legs spread,’ he commanded.
Heart thudding, Mel obeyed. The other girls were lined up behind her head. The first one was Cam.
‘You will crawl over every girl in the line ahead of you, kissing her lips, nipples and pubes, taking their rings into your mouths as you do so. The girl underneath will do the same to you. When you reach the end, lay down at the foot of the last girl in the line. When the last girl passes over you get up and work your way along the line again. Begin…’
Biting her lip, Cam knelt down with her head upside down over Mel’s. Giving a despairing smile she bent and kissed her. Then she shuffled forward and gingerly kissed and sucked Mel’s left nipple, taking the ring into her mouth. As she did so Mel caught the ring dangling from the brown nipple of Cam’s right breast that hung under her like a ripe fruit and sucked and tongued it. She shivered, feeling her loins tingle.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, Cam had to slither across Mel’s body to work her way along. Her flesh was warm and soft. Mel felt her tongue toy with her labial rings and then slide tentatively into her slot even as she reciprocated, burying her nose in Cam’s warm, sex-scented wetness. It was bad, shameful and exciting at the same time.
‘Taste each other properly,’ Stapler said. ‘Become familiar with her natural oil so that you will recognise it on any mechanical device you may both take inside you. That way you will work together more efficiently, knowing you are both parts of a greater whole.’
A flick of the cane made Cam move on, leaving Mel with her nose and mouth wet from her juices. Bolt took her place.
She scowled down at Mel as though daring to respond, bent down and gave her a brief peck on the lips, shuffled forward and licked her tongue quickly over her nipples.
Stapler’s cane cracked across Bolt’s bottom. ‘Try harder!’ he warned her. The cane swiped Mel’s inner thigh. ‘Encourage her.’
Mel sucked desperately on Bolt’s big terracotta-tinted nipples, rolling the rings about with her tongue and feeling them swelling into her mouth. The girl was not unresponsive, she was just plain stubborn. Couldn’t she see they had no choice?
In return Bolt nipped Mel’s nipples angrily which made Mel wince but she did not stop sucking at Bolt’s heavy teats. Bolt spat out Mel’s nipples and slithered downwards. She had a lovely body and Mel found it impossible not to respon
d to it. Bolt’s deep, smooth, pierced cleft appeared over her face and she pulled it down onto her by its rings even as Bolt nuzzled roughly into her cleft, going through the motions of kissing and sucking. It still felt good and her cleft began to fill with warm wetness.
‘Move on,’ Stapler said.
Bobbin, Pin and Axle followed, rubbing, kissing and sucking their way across her body with varying degrees of enthusiasm and skill. Each one was distinctly different in body scent and taste, but they were all parcels of warm, fresh female flesh and a thrill to touch.
Mel felt her natural inhibitions crumbling away in the face of her apparently equally natural desire. She had no choice, of course, but maybe she did not want one. Perhaps she had always had lesbian tendencies… who was she fooling, of course she must have! It was tough on girls like Bolt who had problems with that, but again she had no choice. It was not her responsibility. She could lose herself in such distractions and briefly forget her own troubles. Was she being bad or pragmatic?
When Axle passed over her Mel got up and looked entranced but impatiently into her dusky bottom cleft as she worked her way down Cam’s body.
‘Move on,’ said Stapler and Mel crawled across Cam’s prone body to take her place. By now her nipples and pussy were already wet from the attentions of all the girls that had gone before and her eyes were large with helpless wonder as they gazed up at Mel. Was she also being bad or pragmatic?
In a few minutes they had become a rolling, flipping, self-consuming caterpillar loop of three ever-changing girl pairs going around and around the ring of mats. Sweaty flesh slid more easily over sweaty flesh. After a few more warning flicks of the cane even Bolt appeared to be joining in, spreading their intimate traces between them over and over. They were dribbling freely on the matting in between and the scent of female arousal filled the air. Soon Mel was kissing lips that had already kissed every other girl’s lips, nipples and pubes, including her own. They were becoming a single sex machine. She forgot about Stapler and who she was. Only the hot yielding flesh above or below her mattered.
Then the caterpillar was bucking and shuddering as orgasms spread like a contagion in rapid succession and the girls spent in each other’s faces. With groans they collapsed onto each other and lay still.
‘Well done,’ said Stapler.
After a minute or two their euphoria faded and slowly shame and guilt returned as they realised what they had been made to do.
‘Positions,’ Stapler said.
They untangled themselves and formed up into a kneeling line. Their faces were wet with a cocktail of juices and they exchanged shy, embarrassed glances, except for Bolt whose lips pinched tight once more as a scowl returned to her brow.
Stapler noticed Bolt’s expression and flicked his cane sharply across her breasts, making her flinch. ‘I see one of you resents the pleasure you have been permitted to share. As Gryndstone girls you must learn to show joy and gratitude for whatever service you have performed, not disapproval.’ Bolt still looked sullen. ‘Very well, you’ve brought this upon yourself…’
Dragging Bolt forward by the hair Stapler positioned her kneeling on a mat with her face down and bottom up. Then he cuffed her wrists to the sides of her ankle cuffs. He swiped his cane across her thighs. ‘Spread them wider, cog, I should not have to tell you that.’ Miserably Bolt shuffled her knees wider, exposing the smooth cleft pout of her coffee-tinted vulva and the dark pit of her anus.
‘Now this is the basic posture of sexual display and submission, offering up your orifices to whatever usage a master might plan for them. Today that is a lesson in pain and pleasure…’
He unhooked a pair of black rubber dildos from the wall and plugged them into Mel and Cam. The shafts jutted out at right angles to the double plug ends that fitted into their vaginas and anuses, made easier by the natural oil that still coated the first orifice and the grease that filled the second. A disk of rubber surrounded the base of the dildo shafts, pressing against their shaven pubic mounds. On the inside soft rubber fingers teased their clitorises, while its outer face glittered with stubby pointed metal studs. Their labial rings passed through horizontal slots in the disk and were held in place amongst the studs on the outside by small rubber pegs, securing the dildo in place.
Stapler pointed at Mel. ‘Enter her!’
Mel shuffled forward on her knees and slid the head of the dildo into Bolt’s cleft, watching her ringed lips spread wide in helpless fascination. She was actually penetrating another girl like a man. The resistance of her passage pushed the rubber prongs deeper into her own slot and she felt her clitoris stiffen. She stopped when the tips of the studs brushed the soft swell of Bolt’s bottom cheeks and Bolt shuddered. Cam and the other girls were watching wide-eyed.
‘As her cage sisters you must encourage her to give herself freely and wholeheartedly to her training without making sour faces. You both need that lesson driven home. I’m going to cane you until you come. The harder you ram into her the sooner that will be. I want to see those studs digging into her behind. Any marks you leave are her fault. Begin!’
Mel bit her lip. Despite her annoying attitude she did not want to hurt Bolt but she had no choice. Yet she had only orgasmed herself five minutes ago. This could take a painfully long time for both of them. Taking a deep breath she pulled back her hips and thrust the full length of the dildo into Bolt.
Bolt whimpered as her vagina was filled and the studs jabbed into her bottom, indenting her flesh. Mel gasped as the rubber fingers toyed with her clitoris. Stapler’s cane swished across Mel’s buttocks, making her yelp and ram the dildo harder against Bolt’s rear, who then yelped in turn.
‘Harder!’ Stapler said.
Sobbing, Mel began to pump vigorously into Bolt’s pussy, setting her breasts bobbing. She could not be gentle so she must get this over with as quickly as possible for both their sakes. But how long would it take her to work her way back to an orgasm?
Not long, it seemed. She could already feel the space between her vulva and the dildo disk getting hot and slippery with her juices. Her clit was swollen and hard, pressing against the kneading, stroking fingers. Stapler’s cane slashed across the tops of her heaving breasts, leaving a red stripe behind. Mel gasped, but oddly the pain was not a distraction but a spur, heightening her senses. She could see Bolt’s bottom getting redder. At least there was no blood but it must hurt. And she was causing that hurt and her own breasts and bottom were tingling. It was all so sick and perverted. How could she be doing this?
The pressure was mounting in her loins. Surely she could not come again so soon! The Headmaster had said Rowland had investigated making slave girls have multiple orgasms even when they were unwilling. Was this one of those times?
The answer came in a rush that tore through her body and burst in her brain. Oh… yes!
Stapler pulled Mel aside, her shiny dildo sliding out of Bolt’s clinging vagina and she lay sprawled on the floor as Cam was put in her place before Bolt’s blushing mottled bottom and gaping dripping pubes. Swipes of the cane across Cam’s acorn-brown buttocks made her shuffle forward and ram her dildo into its unwilling socket.
Then the cane cracked across Cam’s big nipples, making her breasts bounce. Sobbing, she began to pump away…
Bolt said nothing during lunch and Mel did not want to risk starting an argument in the feeding hall. Her bottom was flushed and mottled with stud marks. In the short break afterwards before afternoon lessons began Mel led them into a corner of the playground.
Bolt glared at them in contempt. ‘You enjoyed screwing me!’
‘No we didn’t…’ Cam began.
‘Let’s admit we did some of it,’ Mel interjected. ‘At least I came. And I’m sorry that doing it hurt you, but you asked for it. If we’d refused Stapler he could have got another girl to screw you or simply given you a thrashing. I think it was better this way. At least you got a little pleasure out of it.’
Bolt reddened. ‘I did not!’
‘No fu… flaming way!’
‘I’m sorry but you were,’ Cam said, adding with a blush: ‘I could smell you.’
Bolt bit her lip but did not try to deny it any further. ‘That sort of thing gets you off, does it?’ she countered instead.
‘I think here it does,’ Mel admitted. ‘It’s all simply too close and intimate to pretend. Face it, we’re being manipulated by professionals. We all came on the mats, even you.’ She added quickly: ‘Of course that doesn’t mean you were being weak or you’re a closet lesbian, just that you couldn’t help it. None of us can. But we can make it easier in some ways, like not paying for your bad attitude. You’re still getting us into trouble. I know you’re looking for a way to escape and that’s fine, but meanwhile doesn’t it make sense to pretend you’re being ground down just a little? Maybe it’ll put them of their guard and make escaping easier when you get the chance.’
‘Besides, if you don’t behave better and get good marks we’ll never graduate,’ Cam pointed out. ‘Remember the Headmaster said it was all of us or none.’
‘So what?’ Bolt said. ‘I don’t care if I never graduate. It can’t be worse out there than it is in here. If I show them what a rubbish slave I’d make for long enough maybe they’ll give up on me.’
Mel sighed. She had to admire Bolt’s courage, or at least stubbornness, but she thought of Shackleswell’s hundred and fifty years of practice at breaking in girls like them. ‘I don’t think these people give up that easily.’
The Mechanical Interface classroom was filled with half a dozen strange devices of steel, glass, copper, rubber and brass. Some of them looked antique but all were gleaming and immaculately maintained. Mel, Cam and Bolt gaped at the array of beams, rods, pins and chains uncertainly, while Bobbin, Pin and Axle, who must have seen them before, looked stoically resigned, though they did cast quick glances of anticipation at certain machines. Their MI Master, Mr Vice, explained.
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