One Week in the Private House (29 page)

Dawkin picked up the buzzer from the desk and passed it to Julia. 'Hold it carefully,' the Instructor reminded her. 'Remember not to touch the red part. The class will note that this model has an especially long lead for demonstration purposes.'

Julia took the buzzer between finger and thumb. 'Look at the handle, Julia,' Dawkin said. 'You'll see that it's divided into two; it can be pulled apart. When the handle is pushed together, as it normally is, it delivers its maximum charge. Anyone touched by the red part
would
receive a serious shock: enough to disorient an assailant for several seconds. Now, Julia, pull the two parts of the handle apart, as far as they will go.'

Julia pulled. A gap appeared in the black handle, its two parts remaining connected by a metal spindle. 'The
buzzer
is now set for minimum shock,' Dawkin said. 'Julia,
touch
Vicki with the red tip.'

Vicki's eyes widened as Julia extended her hand
and
then, with a tentative prod, touched the buzzer
against

Vicki's arm, on the bare skin between tunic shoulder and lace glove. The girl jumped, squealed, and burst into a fit of giggling, it tickles!' she spluttered.

Tush the handle together a little,' Dawkin suggested, 'and try again.' Julia adjusted the handle; Vicki, looking from side to side as if it might be possible to conceal her movements, unzipped her tunic to reveal her left breast. 'Right on the button, please, Julia,' she said, to whoops of approval from the class.

Nonchalantly, Julia touched the buzzer to the proffered nipple. Vicki shivered violently, and her hand flew to her breast. 'How was that, Vicki?' Dawkin asked.

Vicki thought for a moment before replying. 'A bit nasty,' she said. 'But, on the other hand, rather nice too. Maybe I'd better try it again?'

Dawkin ignored her. 'As I'm sure you've all heard,' she was saying, 'the buzzer can be a source of innocent pleasure, and one of the less messy instruments of interrogation, as well as an effective close combat weapon. We'll now have another demonstration of the buzzer's versatility: Vicki, would you put your tits away and do something useful? Remove Manfred's G-string.'

Vicki made rather a meal of revealing Manfred's manhood, Julia thought; almost literally, in fact, as the girl knelt in front of him and licked his upright shaft as she peeled the black gauze down his muscular thighs.

'That's enough, Vicki,' Dawkin said. 'Water conducts electricity, you know. Now, Julia: I'd like you to use your buzzer on Manfred's cock.'

Julia looked at the young man, and saw both fear and lust in his face. Reassuringly, she used her left hand to caress his silk-smooth hardness to its maximum vertical stiffness; then, without warning, she placed the red tip of the buzzer mid-way up the veined stem.

Manfred gasped, jumped backward, stumbled, shook his head while his member twitched spasmodically.

'How did that feel?' Dawkin asked.

'Like an orgasm with a kick,' he said. 'Wow! Do that again, Julia, hey?'

Julia looked at the Instructor. Dawkin nodded, and leant towards her. Touch his balls this time,' Dawkin whispered, as Vicki administered mouth-to-manhood resuscitation. Julia waited until Vicki's mouth had roamed all over Manfred's sexual equipment, and this time, without preamble, she extended the buzzer and brought it up sharply between his two wet, dangling testicles.

For a moment he was wide-eyed and speechless with shock. Then he howled, and hopped from foot to foot, his penis monstrously erect and swinging like a thick purple metronome. 'Julia!' he hissed between clenched teeth. 'Julia, I love you! Do it again!'

'No, Manfred,' Dawkin said. 'Enough is enough. I think the class have been able to see that the buzzer can be adjusted to give different levels of electric shock.'

Manfred shuffled towards Julia, his eyes pleading with her to use the buzzer again. She shook her head and instead grasped his thick hardness; using it to pull him to the edge of the dais. She transferred his member to Vicki's eager fingers, and pushed the two of them into an embrace. As they kissed, Julia turned them so that Vicki's back was to the class, and she folded up the stiff short skirt of the girl's tunic so that the class could see the whole of her dimpled bottom. Julia inserted her hand between Vicki's thighs, and the girl, with one arm round Manfred's body and the other hand slowly pumping his prick, unthinkingly parted her legs and pushed her bottom out to meet Julia's caress. Julia stroked Vicki's pouting sex for a few
moments
and then, with a wink at the spellbound trainees, thrust the buzzer upwards between the girl's thighs. Vicki's muffled shriek was drowned by the laughter of the class as her arse-cheeks contracted and relaxed in spasms like the doors of a demented lift.

'Julia!' Dawkin said, trying to sound angry. This is no time for horseplay. We haven't finished demonstrating the uses of the buzzer. Imogen has been waiting very patiently for her turn. Take off your tunic, Imogen, my dear.'

The statuesque blonde looked forbidding, and
untouch
able even when naked except for her collar, boots and gloves. But when Dawkin told Julia to turn the buzzer down to the minimum setting, an expression of disappointment appeared on her pale pink lips. The Instructor ignored it. 'You will find, Julia,' she said, 'that as well as moving apart, the handle can be twisted. The top half of the handle can be turned round; you can feel a series of clicks as you turn it. Can all the class see that? Good. This controls the number and frequency of buzzes. The normal setting is for just one buzz: usually that's all you need to disable an opponent, and there's no point in wasting the charge in your power pack. Multiple buzzes tend to be for, shall we say, recreational use? Imogen, would you climb on to the table? On your hands and knees, please.'

The blonde's impassive eyes remained fixed on Julia's face as the Instructor helped her on to the desk and positioned her so that she was sideways to the class. There were whistles as the trainees appreciated the firm heaviness of her hanging breasts, the slim curve of her arched body, and the round perfection of her white bottom. Julia reached out to touch the crinkled pink tips of Imogen's dangling boobs, and a smile appeared at last on the blonde's uplifted face.

The Instructor was standing at Imogen's rear end. 'Bring the buzzer here, Julia,' she said. 'You've used a vibrator, of course?' Julia nodded briefly; after just one visit to the Private House she was well acquainted with a wide variety of such implements. 'On this setting, the buzzer is very similar. I'd like you to fuck Imogen with it, please.'

The class fell silent. Imogen lowered her head so that her face was hidden behind a curtain of pale hair and her arse was lifted higher into the air. Julia touched the tip of the buzzer to the top of the blonde's right thigh, and felt a series of regular tiny vibrations in the handle as the device administered little shocks to the pale flesh. The vibrations ceased as soon as she lifted the buzzer from Imogen's skin. The blonde remained completely still.

Julia smiled at her classmates, at the same time planning her next moves. She had put on a number of performances like this during her previous visit to the House, and she saw no reason not to provide a good show for both Imogen and her audience. She ran the buzzer quickly down the cleft between Imogen's buttocks; the blonde shivered almost imperceptibly, and Julia started to concentrate her attentions to the plump curving slit, using her left hand to smooth aside the blonde curls and ease apart the quivering lips.

Imogen's interior gleamed wetly pink. Julia moved the buzzer back and forth, sometimes using it to trace the edges of the outer or inner labia, sometimes touching it briefly against the hood of the clitoris. The blonde's body was trembling now, but it was only when Julia pushed the buzzer between the moist inner lips that Imogen moaned and started to move her hips, pushing her bottom back to meet Julia's insistent thrusts.

'Would you say that the buzzer is well lubricated now, Julia?' Dawkin asked. Julia nodded, grinning. 'Be careful not to let the moisture reach the handle,' the Instructor went on. 'Now remove it and stand back a moment.' Julia did so, running her hand across the soft curves of Imogen's buttocks, which were covered with a film of cool perspiration.

'And now the other orifice, please, Julia,' Dawkin said; and Julia applied the buzzer again, spiralling the red tip into the puckered well between the blonde's arse-cheeks, and finally pushing it gently and slowly into the round hole. She stood back again, leaving the buzzer embedded in Imogen's bottom, its tail of flex flicking up rhythmically as the blonde's body gave a little jerk with each shock.

The class broke into applause, and Julia bowed. 'Let's finish the job, shall we?' Dawkin said. 'Take out your own buzzer, Julia. Check the power. Very good. Now turn it to minimum charge and maximum frequency, that's right -and put it into Imogen.' The Instructor's calm voice was at last becoming breathy with excitement. Julia felt Dawkin's hand against her bottom, pushing her forward urgently, and as Julia lifted her buzzer between Imogen's widely parted thighs, the Instructor's fingers slid between Julia's cheeks and pushed into her humid slit.

When Julia's buzzer touched Imogen's wet labia the blonde's twitching increased, and Julia had only to hold the handle steady, lifting the red probe very gradually, for every part of Imogen's gaping sex to touch against it, each touch provoking a further spasm. 'Stick it right in!' Dawkin said, all pretence of scientific detachment now absent from her quavering voice.

'What about getting moisture on the handle?' Julia said absently, her eyes fixed on the shivering blonde's body.

'Damn it, who cares?' Dawkin said, almost savagely, and then, recovering her poise a little, she added, 'Just be careful, and remember to pull it out by the flex.'

With one finger, Julia pushed her buzzer upwards until the entire cylinder disappeared into Imogen's quivering pouch. As her finger touched the blonde's dripping lips she felt a sudden tingle, and pulled away quickly, cursing inwardly because she feared the brisk movement might have ruined the finale of the demonstration. But all eyes were on Imogen, whose entire frame was now shaking rhythmically. She lifted her head at last: her lips were parted, her blue eyes wide, her face flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps that grew louder and harsher with each spasm of her body, matching the twitching of her two tails of black flex.

Julia and Instructor Dawkin stepped forward to acknowledge the applause of the class, while on the desk behind them Imogen's gasps ran together into a long keening cry of pleasure as she experienced a succession of orgasms.

With the cheers of her classmates ringing in her ears, Julia's thoughts once again strayed to her new-found auburn-haired friend and lover, and she reflected that, all things considered, she was happier than she had ever been.

Breakfast.

I'm late for breakfast.

Time to get up ...

With a start, Lucy remembered: dark figures in the bedroom, a shot in the thigh, blackness closing in.

She opened her eyes. As she expected, she was no longer in her room in the Health Club. She was on a low bed in a featureless, windowless room with grey walls. She immediately recognised it as a prison cell. She was naked except for leather bands around her wrists; each band was connected by a chain to an iron ring set into the wall at the head of the bed. Instinctively, she yanked at the chains, and was not surprised to find that the gesture was futile.

As if in response to Lucy's attempts to break free, the door opened. A man and a woman entered the room, closed the door behind them, and stood looking at Lucy. Both were tall and expressionless, and they wore similar short uniforms of black leather, with wide belts bearing holsters and strangely-shaped pockets. Each carried, from a loop around the right wrist, a short whip of plaited leather. The woman's triangle of pubic curls was exposed by the cut of the front of her tunic, while the man's sexual equipment was visible through a covering of thin black gauze. Lucy had never seen anyone dressed in such outlandish costumes, but she immediately recognised them as enforcers of a system of rules. It takes one to know one was the thought that flitted through her befuddled mind.

'Where am I?' she shouted, wincing at the harsh sound of her own voice and aware that she would inevitably produce a stream of cliches that her jailers had heard a hundred times before. 'You can't do this to me, I'm a - a respectable woman,' she ended lamely. What am I doing? she said to herself. I almost admitted I'm a police officer. That would have blown the whole operation. What operation, anyway? Yes, of course, that's it, I wanted to get inside the real Private House. And now I've succeeded, or at least I've started to succeed. 'Where the hell am I?' she repeated, maintaining an attitude of outrage in the absence of any other stratagem.

'This is your new home, Lucy,' the man said in a soothing voice, 'and we're going to look after you. I'm Patrick, and this is Melanie. And now it's time to take those cuffs off and get you prepared. A nice refreshing bath, that's the first thing.'

They strolled to the bed and unfastened the leather cuffs from her wrists. The chains fell away. 'I don't need a bath,' Lucy said, pulling herself into the corner of the room. Melanie lifted her whip and gave Lucy a casual blow on the thigh.

'We don't want to hurt you,' Patrick said.

'But if we have to,' Melanie continued, 'we'll beat you until you do as we say. And if that doesn't work, we'll chain you up again and try again tomorrow. Even the most difficult of our new guests become more malleable after a few days with no food and without access to a toilet.'