Lost Property (13 page)

Chapter Nine

It was early evening before the bus finally pulled into some sort of farmyard out in the country and the door hissed open to signify their journey was at an end. The moving LED sign above the windscreen invited them to leave the vehicle. Stiff, nervous and excited the ten girls disembarked and looked around them.

With the earlier exoneration about talking still in their minds, the group remained uneasily silent. Then the bus’s door sighed shut and it drove away, back down the unmade road it had lurched along on the final mile or so of its journey. As it disappeared, almost in unison the girls produced their mobiles and began to try and make calls.

“They won’t work,” a voice told them, just as Kath registered the total lack of signal on her handset. She looked up to see that a tall, slender girl had come out of the house and was standing in the centre of the yard. She had straight black hair and was wearing a knee length white coat, in her hand she held a clipboard.

“The whole estate has been suppressed, except for some devices, to which you do not have access,” she said as she approached them, smiling in what Kath felt was an unpleasantly smug way, as if she knew something they didn’t and it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“The estate was specially selected as it is extremely isolated. The nearest road is two miles away. The nearest village is three miles. The local police have been fully briefed about Proteus and will return any girl who tries to leave before the course is complete. All your partners and families have been informed that you are on a residential course that will last for at least a month.”

There was a stir among the girls at the mention of the fact that they could be here for a month.

“At least a month!” the girl repeated, more loudly. “Now let’s get started. Follow me please.”

The girl turned on her heel and headed for a door at the back of the large red brick, house.

“Hang on!” one of the girls said, as they all began to trail along in her wake. “Can’t you tell us a bit more!”

“All will be made very clear, very shortly,” the girl said, without turning and entered the house.

They followed her along a stone flagged, echoing corridor painted in institutional green. At the end they entered a room that was simply a changing room. There were pegs set on a board above a long bench against one wall. Opposite, there were ten lockers.

“Strip, please and put all your possessions including phones and jewellery in the lockers provided.”

Giving them no time for any queries or protests she vanished through another door at the far end of the room. Kath and the others exchanged looks and grimaces. For her part Kath couldn’t help feeling a certain amount of relief that someone was giving her orders again. And at least there was no doubt that at long last Proteus was underway, so Mistress would be pleased when she received the letter. And suddenly Kath realised that now that the course was taking place, it was down to her to do well at it – how she would report to Mistress was going to be a problem but she would deal with it in due course. For now, she had to fit in with whatever these people wanted, and she was good at obeying orders.

It was almost as if ten similar debates had been raging and had reached the same conclusion. Ten pairs of hands reached for buttons and zips and in only a few minutes the room echoed to the sound of lockers being slammed shut and keys turning. Kath had to admit that whatever the criteria were that had been applied to recruitment for Proteus, they had resulted in a pretty good looking bunch of girls being selected. Kath knew that she wasn’t bad looking herself, she had brown eyes which were attractively large and a round face with a full-lipped mouth and a dimpled smile. Her body was trim and she stood about five feet three tall, her breasts were thirty-two E and she knew from repeatedly wonderful experience that her buttocks were spankably rounded and tight. However, she was up against stiff competition in the complement of Proteus, the girl who sat down next to her and self-consciously held one arm across her breasts was a green eyed blonde who was about five foot four and who had breasts that – had they been hers – Kath would not have hidden. Far from it, she would have proudly displayed them at all opportunities, from the glimpse she had had they looked like Gs. There was a black girl whose legs and buttocks were simply a dream.

The girls exchanged nervous smiles as they all sat naked and waited. Kath wondered how important submissiveness had been in the selection as still no one dared break the silence. She also noticed that one or two sets of nipples were standing to attention and to her horror, as she noticed it, she realised her own were reacting. The sense of going into the unknown was arousing her, and just to reinforce that feeling of submitting to an unknown future, the black haired girl re-entered and imposed her authority once more.

“Place all locker keys in the bag being passed around. Remember your number.”

A simple cloth bag began to make the rounds. “Rebecca Stone!” The girl read out a name from her clipboard and a dark haired girl with pale, freckled skin put her hand up.

“Follow me.”

A few minutes later the black haired girl came back and called another girl. And one by one they were summoned to the next stage. Kath was nearly last and when she eventually followed the girl through into the next room, she urgently needed a toilet. Nervously she asked for the use of one and was gestured over to a toilet mounted against the clinic-type room’s far wall. There were no curtains or any sort of privacy.

“Use it or don’t, it’s up to you. You will have no privacy while on this course so I suggest you get used to it,” the black haired girl told her coldly when she protested. The girl’s relaxed authority and remoteness seemed to go straight to the submissive core of Kath’s nature and she meekly sat and passed water while the girl watched her. Once that was over she was stood on a weighing machine, her height was recorded and virtually every dimension was measured and recorded on the clipboard. Her biceps, her thighs, her calves, her stomach, her bust, her hips – it all went down and while the girl worked, Kath noticed that there was no hem of a skirt beneath the white coat and there was something about the way she moved – not entirely fluently - that reminded Kath of times when Mistress had made her do housework with a dildo or a plug inside her…but surely not! Surely this almost arrogantly assertive girl couldn’t have been subjected to such humiliation by a dominant…could she? But then as she well knew, the one sure way to get a submissive to be assertive and confident was to make sure they knew they were doing their Master’s or Mistress’s will. She filed the thought away as she began to mentally compile her first bulletin from Proteus.

Her mind was jerked back to the here and now by the sound of a surgical glove being snapped on.

“Over here and lie on your back! Legs spread.”

Kath turned and saw the girl had lowered a spreader bar over one end of the couch she had seen opposite the toilet.

“But!...” Kath began as she took stock of the implements on a trolley beneath the bar and realised what was coming.

“But nothing. Lie down on here and do as you’re told or go and get dressed, you’re no good to us.”

There was really no choice. She lay down and felt her ankles being cuffed and then the bar was raised and she was more exposed than she had been on that awful afternoon in the hotel.

The girl held up a vaginal dilator, smiled a slow cruel smile and ran the cold steel implement up and down the insides of Kath’s thighs once or twice.

“With sluts like you it saves on lube, doing this. It gets you good and wet all on your own. I just need to make sure you’re not carrying anything in there. Can’t be too careful.”

Kath stared at the ceiling and sighed in resignation. It was no more than the truth. Mistress had opened her up with those things before to show her off and Kath had loved it. Still she jerked in shock as the cold metal entered her and she couldn’t help a strained grunt as she felt herself opened wider and wider, and then wider still and only when she was seriously frightened did the stretching stop. She craned her head up to look down the length of her body to see the black haired girl peering into her, then she inserted her gloved fingers and felt about inside her in such a dispassionate and careless way that Kath felt a rush of sluttish arousal and almost groaned as she realised that the girl was perfectly placed to detect it.

“Good! That’s the response we want,” the girl said and withdrew her fingers, then wound in the dilator. Kath lay back and tried to analyse this. Hadn’t Mostyn said something about her having passed the practical exam? Was submissiveness really an essential quality in Proteus recruits? And thank goodness she and Mistress had abandoned plans to smuggle in anything vaginally!

There was a cold clammy feeling suddenly at her anus and Kath realised the girl was going to check her other cavity. This time she couldn’t help a gasp of pain as the dilator was opened up. She had never been very big there and almost immediately she was at the point of pain.

“Hmm! Some work needed there,” the girl said before fingering her and looking up her again before finally withdrawing the machine.

“Okay, go next door and wait.”

Rather shakily, Kath sat up, swung her legs off the table and stood up. What had she meant about her arse needing work? What was Proteus about if it needed its recruits to have a rectum that could take bigger things than the butt plugs Mistress used?

With her mind in turmoil she went into the next room and rejoined the others. They were sitting on wooden chairs, still naked. The chairs were in one row facing a wall on which there was a large notice saying simply; ‘Silence.’

Kath took a seat next to a brunette with rather small breasts but who was ravishingly pretty, with big green eyes that anyone could drown in. She gave Kath a sympathetic smile and let her eyes travel down from Kath’s face to her chest. Kath glanced down and immediately blushed and gave the girl an embarrassed grin. Her nipples were blatantly hard and erect. But so were the other girl’s. They each shrugged in resignation and looked along the row, the same sympathetic smiles were in evidence all along it and Kath began to cheer up. At least she seemed to be in the company of other submissives.

Two more girls joined them, both exhibiting similar symptoms of arousal and then their number was complete. They began to look around them to see what would happen next.

A door beside the notice opened and a man entered. He was tall and broad shouldered with a boyishly handsome face. Kath felt her jaw drop open and along the row of girls there were gasps and some hastily muffled yelps of surprise. Had it been possible, Kath’s jaw would have dropped further open. Not only did she know this man, at least some of the others did too. And that meant that Proteus was more far-reaching and ambitious than they had realised when they had put her undercover.

Kath’s thoughts raced as she assessed all the implications that had opened up with such shocking suddenness.

“Good evening, ladies!” the man said, folding his arms and standing four square in front of them. “Any of you not know who I am?”

Kath glanced along the row and not one hand went up.

“Good! That saves a lot of time and means that the groundwork for Proteus has been done well. You know that I’m assistant trainer to Carlo Suarez at the CSL stable,” the man went on.

Kath’s heart was hammering now and her stomach felt achy with tension. She and Mistress had often downloaded sequences from the CSL website and watched as this man put the slaves through intensive training for the games. But what was really occupying her thoughts – and she guessed those of the other girls – were the scenes of the punishments those slaves underwent so regularly and which they had watched so eagerly as a prelude to their own play sessions.

But now that she was stark naked in front of him, the word ‘play’ didn’t come into it.

“Be under no illusions, please.” Kath forced her attention back to the man in front of her; Brian Holden. “Proteus has the full blessing of the government, and its full backing. You are here until we say otherwise, so do accustom yourself to that fact!”

“You mean we’re prisoners!” To her horror the words had sprung from her own lips.

Brian Holden turned a cold gaze on her. “Yes,” he said simply. “However, your personality profiles suggest that you are the sort of girls who won’t find that too much of a problem.” He shrugged. “Even if you do, it won’t matter eventually. I have every faith in our training procedures.”

“But I’ve got friends who’ll come looking for me!” a girl at the far end shouted.

“All of you had dominant partners, it was part of our checks. And all of them were approached and their permissions obtained before you were collected.”

These final words fell on Kath’s ears like the footfalls of doom. Mistress knew? She agreed? Then what was all that scene at the hotel about? So it couldn’t be true! But then if she had been approached of course she would have agreed. That was why Kath had been planted in Mostyn’s department in the first place. But why didn’t she say? She would have said something. No, it couldn’t be true!

Her own turmoil was being replayed all along the line as the girls came to terms with the fact that they had been ‘volunteered’ by their dominants. Some of them were in tears, others were shouting.

Brain Holden was watching them carefully, she noted, and when the worst of it was over, he applied the killer blow.

“Some of them sold you to us permanently,” he said.

Kath’s heart skipped a beat as the image of the blonde girl from the hotel filled her mind. Tears filled her eyes and she stood up, forgetting her nudity entirely as she tried to escape, to run from the whole ghastly situation. Nothing else mattered but to get away. She made it as far as the door Brian Holden had entered by and then suddenly a man’s strong arms were around her and she was carried back effortlessly, kicking and lashing out as desperately as she could but to no avail.

It was hunger that woke her. It gnawed at her as she struggled up from the depths of the only refuge she had been able to find at the end of that awful day. The mattress she was lying on was hard but at least she had a quilt to keep her warm, she looked around and vaguely remembered the tiny cell she had been brought to. The roof curved over her bed and she remembered that it was only tall enough to stand in the very centre. It was in effect a semi circle, like a barrel turned on its side and cut in half. A door of shiny new steel bars separated it from the passage outside. Careful not to bang her head she swung her legs out and stumbled upright in the middle of the floor. She went to the barred door and just for the look of the thing gripped them.