The girls were strapped in postures like racing bikers, with their wrists chained to a single long bar in front of them and their feet cuffed to pedals that linked to gear chains. Tubes from plastic water bottles were slipped into the sides of their rubber ring-gagged mouths. Instead of saddles their stomachs rested on contoured pads strapped about their waists. This left their vulvas and bottom clefts exposed.
The salesman patted their rumps. ‘They’re also at a convenient height for giving relief if you temporarily remove their fittings,’ he pointed out.
Insulated wires were plugged into their anuses and looped over to run into slots in the mounting frames.
‘What are they?’ the customer asked.
‘Thermometers to monitor their temperature,’ the salesman explained, tweaking the wires. ‘The displays are on the dashboard. We wouldn’t want them overheating.’
Rods with rubber pronged balls on their tips jutted up into their vulvas, which were held wide by coil springs hooked to their labial rings.
‘Feedback rods from the gearbox,’ the salesman said, fingering their sticky clefts. ‘A steady rate of revs is most rewarding for them because it resonates in the rods. As you can see they’re eager to be off. Virtually self-oiling. Sometimes you can get an orgasm every couple of miles.’
Under their groins were hung cupped funnels connected to a single large plastic waste bottle part filled with yellow fluid.
‘Integral urine collection,’ said the salesman. ‘That way you can happily leave them in the car all day without them embarrassing you.’
Their dangling breasts were held steady by tensioning rods hooked to their nipple rings. Sliding up these rods were tubes controlled by spinning governors. On the tube ends resting just under their breasts were flat rubber rings studded with stubby metal pins.
‘The accelerator unit,’ the salesman explained. ‘Pushing on the pedal raises the pads. They feel the pins in their breasts and pedal faster. This makes the governors speed up in turn and lowers them again.’
The customer took this all in with great interest. ‘Can I take it for a test drive?’
‘Of course, Sir,’ said the salesman, sliding the living engine back into its compartment and closing the hatch again.
With only a soft purr of gears, the Eco Special 3GP rolled out of the showroom and onto the street. Inside the engine compartment, scented with a mixture of oil and female juices, Mel, Bolt and Cam pedalled harder to force the accelerator pins back out of their tender breast flesh.
They had been reduced to living engine components, Mel thought. Unlike a girl train they could not even see where they were going. It was inhuman slave labour! She had to get away from this perverted town! Then they reached a steady speed, the pronged balls begin to buzz in their clefts and Mel felt another orgasm coming on.
It was that evening, with her muscles still stiff from her exertions in the showroom, that Mel discovered Maddy had not replied to her last mail. So far she had responded to everyone within an hour at the most. Concerned, Mel asked Bradawl if there were any delays on the system.
‘It’s working perfectly,’ he assured her. ‘The relay only takes seconds and we never deliberately hold back any messages either in or out.’
Of course there might be a perfectly normal explanation. Just in case she sent a mail to her parents. They had little to say over recent weeks but they should respond to this simple request. ‘Can you please get Maddy to call me?’
Mel waited in the classroom until Bradawl relayed the reply. It was from her father and was short and terse: ‘Maddy has gone away.’
Gone away where, Mel thought in despair? But even then she would call her. What was Maddy doing? Had she run out of patience with her parents or was she giving up on her? Now Mel became acutely aware of her isolation and confinement. Shut away in the school what could she do? This place was taking over her mind and sapping her will. She would have to get out of here. Whether she would have the nerve to try to escape or even just use a public phone she did not know, but it was a start.
That meant first she would have to confess.
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning it took all Mel’s courage to step up to Mr Emery, who was washroom monitor, and say: ‘Please Master, would you tell the Headmaster I wish to confess?’
He just nodded his head. ‘I’ll tell him, girl.’
Other girls who had heard hugged and kissed her. Cam looked happy while Bolt gave a thumb’s up.
In assembly Mel felt sick and dizzy when her name was called out by Bradawl. Being chained to the confession machine seemed unreal and she hardly noticed the spikes of the breast cages digging into her soft flesh. All she was aware of was the sea of expectant faces staring at her.
But her secret was safe, she told herself over and over. She had defied the truth rack and Judge Gouge to keep it. Nobody in Shackleswell knew. She would just say she had a stupid family argument and ran away. She meant to go to London but ended up here…
‘What do you have to confess, Spring 157?’ Bradawl asked.
‘I… I’ve been a bad girl. I had a stupid argument with my family and ran away and…’
She faltered. The truth wanted to come out. It was getting in the way of her life. There was only so long she could keep this bottled up inside her. If Shackleswell had taught her anything it was that all shame had its limits.
‘No, it wasn’t a stupid argument. I have a stepsister called Maddy…. that’s short for Madelyn. We’ve lived together since we were young. We were the same age more or less and we even look quite alike. Strangers thought we were real twins. As we got older we used to compare how we were growing… standing together naked in front of a mirror. And then one day we just… kissed… and touched and… Yes, we had sex! I screwed her and it was fantastic! And we did it again… and then our parents caught us. They’re quite religious and they couldn’t accept it. It was terrible. And that’s why I ran away and ended up here!’
The girls were all gaping at her open-mouthed but it was said and done.
‘I’m not sorry for loving Maddy that way, only for the hurt it caused. Please beat me!’
The pain of the cane lashes felt so sweet, blotting out her guilt, but they stopped far too soon. She had been hiding behind the pain and degradation she had suffered, but now she was naked in every sense of the word. The truth was out and she had bared her soul. What else could she say next? What was she sure of?
‘I was lost but now I’m Spring 157,’ Mel gasped. ‘A spring is something elastic that can return to its normal shape after being bent, compressed or stretched. It can be used to reduce vibration, concussion, as a power source or actuator. It’s a useful thing so I’m useful. I’m strong…’
Mel began to squat down on the pump impaled within in her. The chains tugged on her nipples and twisted the spiked cages into her breasts but she did not care. She had admitted the worst thing she had ever done. She was dribbling round the pump handle as it rammed into her then dragged on her pussy rings but nothing else could hurt her so deeply again. She could hear the girls urging her on as they pumped their own phalluses and that felt wonderful. They didn’t hate her for what she had done! Here nothing was hidden…
The bells rang and she orgasmed and everybody cheered wildly.
While she hung limp and sweaty between the posts the girls filed up and kissed her.
‘Now I understand,’ Cam said.
‘You had to go one better than me!’ Bolt said gruffly but not unkindly.
She saw only understanding and compassion in the other girls’ eyes. They accepted her. As Wire had said they were all damaged in some way. In this perverted city perhaps it was not such a sin.
Mel was freed from the confession machine. Her legs felt like rubber and Master Stapler had to hold her upright.
Bradawl said: ‘As both Spring’s chain-sisters have already made their confessions and all have achieved satisfactory grades in their classes, as well as having passed all t
heir practical tests, I declare that this trigyn is fit to graduate from Gryndstone. They will leave this morning.’
A new murmur of surprise went up and Mel felt dizzy. They were graduating right now?
Bolt and Cam were called up to the front of the hall. Their ties were removed, their graduation medals were clipped in their places and Bradawl congratulated them. There was no sign of condemnation for what she had just admitted. They kissed the cocks of all the masters and thanked them for what they had done.
‘You will have your chance to say goodbye to our graduates in first break,’ Bradawl told the other pupils. ‘Now off to your lessons.’ The rest of the school filed out. He smiled at Mel, Bolt and Cam. ‘You are free until then. You might want to visit the washroom first.’
It was strange to be wandering about out of class while the rest of the school was at work and even stranger to be without their ties. Mel felt undressed. In the deserted washroom Mel cooled her sore breasts. The stud marks seemed to be fading already and the cane stripes were hardly worth mentioning. They were nothing to a Gryndstone pupil, except that technically she was a Gryndstone pupil no longer. Bolt and Cam were clearly desperate to hear more about her private shame but were also hesitant to ask.
‘It just happened between Maddy and me,’ Mel volunteered. ‘We knew it was wrong even if it was exactly illegal, but we couldn’t help it. It just felt so good. Then our parents caught us. They couldn’t take it. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I felt I’d started it all so I ran.’
‘That must have been terrible,’ Cam said gently.
‘But do you think it was wrong?’ Mel asked, looking at each of them doubtfully. Suddenly their understanding was very important.
‘After all my screw-ups who am I to judge?’ Bolt said, then smiled. ‘So maybe I wouldn’t have said that before I came here, but now I know screwing another girl can be, well, pretty good, I can’t say it’s wrong. As long as nobody made you do it then the moral stuff’s up to you and her.’
‘But you can’t ignore how it affects your family either,’ Cam said. ‘You know you’re going to have to work that out eventually.’
‘I know,’ Mel said. ‘It frightens me.’
‘Some day I’m going to have to make my peace with my family as well,’ Cam admitted. ‘I think confessing is a start. Do you feel better now?’
‘I think I do,’ Mel admitted.
‘I said this place was too honest,’ said Bolt. ‘Now let’s really get out of here.’
‘It’s a shame we haven’t time for proper goodbyes,’ said Cam. ‘I was looking forward to our ring on ring night.’
‘They probably want to get us away before I mess up again,’ said Bolt. ‘Can’t say I blame them. Anyway, it means we get out a day early.’
At break time Bradawl led them down the playground through a fleshy wall of ringed nipples and bare pubes as the other girls crowded round them. The wonderful warmth and smell of their perfumed bodies was almost overwhelming.
‘Keep in touch,’ Bobbin, Pin and Axle begged.
‘We will,’ Mel promised, feeling dangerously emotional and blinking back tears. Even Bolt looked a little dewy-eyed while Cam did not try to disguise her feelings. Hard nipples pressed into soft breasts as they hugged girls they had lived intimately closely with, strained and suffered beside and made love to on so many occasions. Even those fresh girls they hardly knew would be riding the same phalluses they had used in the weeks to come, which was a strange sort of continuity. Somehow it felt as though she had been at Gryndstone for years and not months. Perhaps it was the quantity and intensity of new experiences that mattered and not simply time that had passed. Mel knew Gryndstone had moulded and shaped her mind and body and her life would never be the same again.
They made their goodbyes and then passed through the green door at the bottom of the playground into Miss Trunnion’s office.
‘Here are our latest graduates, Miss Trunnion,’ said Bradawl.
‘Yes, Headmaster,’ said Miss Trunnion, misty-eyed.
‘Don’t be sad, they must move on.’
‘I know, Headmaster.’
Bradawl looked at Mel, Bolt and Cam. ‘Whatever you do next I’m sure you’re going to make Gryndstone proud of you. Only in Shackleswell will you enjoy the freedom to be what you are without shame, to serve with pride and suffer with joy. Here you will always be valued as parts of a greater whole, never forget that.’
‘No, Headmaster,’ they said together, then they all bent and kissed his cock one last time and said thank you, even Bolt.
Mel recalled how the three of them had first seen Bradawl in this office what seemed like a lifetime ago and how shocked she had been. Now she felt an absurd pang of loss at the thought of leaving his school.
Bradawl departed. Miss Trunnion sniffed and dabbed her eyes with a tissue and then said briskly: ‘I have your street clothes here…’
She brought out hangers holding three sets of grey knee-length belted coats, ankle boots, scarves and headbands. Mel had no idea they were handed out to them so soon after graduating.
‘Give me your shoes and try them on…’
They handed over their school shoes and took the coats and boots. It felt rather cloying and slightly scratchy to be wrapped in fabric, Mel thought, although her coat was softly lined. Oddly all the time she had been kept naked Mel realised she had not felt cold. No wonder Chain and Spindle had taken their coats off as soon as they got into the park.
She looked at Cam and Bolt who were hesitantly pulling on their coats. She’d never seen them dressed before, except in dog suits which hardly counted. Now the jiggle of their breasts, the hardness of their nipples and the excitement of their lovemouths was concealed. What a loss of self-expression that was. She would have to judge their mood by their faces alone.
‘We do get a few strangers in town so keep your headbands and scarves on in public,’ Miss Trunnion advised.
They covered their foreheads and collars. Now they were nameless as well.
Miss Trunnion handed them each a small purse. ‘Here are five gyntokens each pocket money, plus the ones you were given in the park.’
She also had some pamphlets for them. ‘This is the address of your gynhouse and guidebook and maps to the city to help you find your way. There’s no hurry. You don’t have to report until six. Now here’s a guide to the gyncom message board service to keep you in touch with your friends. And this is a list of further education classes and courses you might be interested in after you’ve settled down.’
‘Further education?’ Mel asked.
‘You can’t be a serving gyn all your life,’ Miss Trunnion said, sounding wistful. ‘You have to prepare for the future, but don’t let that worry you now. Right, that’s you set up.’
Suddenly she came forward and hugged each of them. ‘Sorry, but I feel like this every time girls graduate. Please visit us. We like to know how our old girls are getting on.’
Mel felt something hard under the older woman’s blouse as she hugged her. Nipple rings? Of course, “Trunnion” was a mechanical term…
Miss Trunnion recovered herself and pressed the switch under her desk and the inner door to the mews unlocked.
‘We walk out just like that?’ Bolt asked in disbelief, looking from her to the door.
‘Aren’t we escorted?’ Mel said.
‘No, you just go by yourselves,’ said Miss Trunnion. ‘It’s a nice day. Or you could go down to the station…’
‘We’ll walk,’ Bolt said quickly.
‘Goodbye and good luck…’
Hesitantly they walked out of the mews and up the lane beside the school wall until they reached the main road. Cars and people were passing by. Bolt was looking about her as though expecting trouble but nobody stopped them. It felt strange. This was not a closed park but the real world they had not set foot in for months. They could go left or right along the road. It was up to them what way they took. They could pretend the cuffs an
d collars under their coats were not there. This was freedom. It was a little frightening.
They walked along to stand in front of the school. It looked so innocent from the outside.
Bolt suddenly laughed. ‘They just let us out! After all those chains and straps and bars it was as easy as that! They really believe we’ll do as we’re told! They’re fu… ing crazy!’ She scowled at the school then set off down the road. ‘Come on, let’s get away from here. I don’t want to look at that place ever again.’
‘Some of it wasn’t so bad,’ Cam said as they strode along.
‘Oh, and what particular screw, caning or tit-pulling were you thinking of?’ Bolt asked sarcastically
‘I meant having friends around who accepted me… and making love to you in our cage.’
Bolt had to grin. ‘So I’m great in bed. But apart from that?’
‘Apart from that we did have some fantastic orgasms.’
Bolt did not respond. At the junction at the end of the road she studied her map.
‘What are you doing?’ Cam asked.
‘Finding the shortest way out of this town. When I’m clear I’ll find somebody who’ll give me a lift and then I’m gone.’
‘Back home?’ Cam asked.
‘Yeah, Northhampton. My home town, not this place.’
‘I didn’t know you lived in Northampton,’ Mel said. ‘After everything we’ve done together I don’t really know anything about your pasts, either of you.’
‘We’ve all heard our confessions,’ Cam said. ‘I think that’s what really matters.’
Bolt pointed to the left. ‘That’s the way I’m going.’ She looked at them and took a deep breath. ‘You could come with me if you want. It might be… fun.’
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