Testers (9 page)

Chapter
13

It was past four o’clock, another two hours, before Mike eventually called for her and she glided into his office. He removed the gag and blindfold and kissed her tenderly. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, but I know where the lip stick camera is. It’s under Sarah’s pillows.”

“What? Sarah? How on earth did you find it?”
 

“Never mind that now. We have to tell Ian.”

Claire
was right and Mike called up Ian on the phone and he appeared in person a short while later. “Claire has found the camera; Sarah has it under a pillow.”

“Sarah? Why on earth would she do this? She’s been with me for over four years. What could she hope to gain?”

“I don’t know.” said Mike. “Perhaps she hoped to sell them on, or start up in competition with Lincoln. In any event, Claire is sure it’s the same lip stick. We must get it back now.”

“Hang on,” said Claire. She may just say she picked it up. We stand more chance getting to know what’s going on and who’s involved if we don’t go barging in. If Ian can draw her away from her room, you can recover the camera and see what’s on it. Perhaps erase it and replace it where you found it. That way she’ll think it’s just a technical fault with the camera. Then we can see what she does next.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Mike.

“Just out of interest, Ian, who chose Rosa?” asked Claire.

“That was Sarah. I didn’t like her but Sarah said she’d fit in perfectly with the racial mix and had hidden depths.”

“I bet she has,” said Mike.

“Okay, Claire has a good plan. I’ll call Sarah in to discuss how we proceed once the trials have ended. You get the camera and do what you can with it. Call me on the phone when you’ve done it and I’ll end the meeting. If you come with me now I have a pass key for her room.” Ian rushed from the room closely followed by Mike who called over his shoulder to Claire; “Won’t be long. Don’t go away.”

Very funny
thought Claire as she stood in the framework like a statue, the phallus slowly turning within her.

*

Ten minutes later Mike came rushing back into the office clutching the red lip stick. “It was just where you said and it is a camera.” He rifled around in a drawer and produced a micro-USB lead and plugged the camera into his desk-top computer. “Christ, look at that! Oh sorry,” he said turning to look at Claire and only seeing her back. He tapped some keys on the remote controller and Claire spun round on her platform and bent over close to the monitor. “She’s got the plans for just about everything. She could have ruined us.”

“She hasn’t got the capital to set herself up in competition and I doubt that she could find a competitor willing to buy them. I expect that what she had planned was just to ransom them back to you with the threat of making everything public on the internet.”

“That sounds reasonable,” said Mike. “Let’s see if I can just delete this lot,” and he wiped the cursor over all the displayed folders and pressed delete. “There, that’s that. I’ll just go and return the little bugger.”

“Wait! Mike,” but it was too late and he was gone, and Claire was left bent over with her arse to the doorway.

*

“Well, that’s all done now,” said Mike to Claire as he rotated the platform and stood her erect. “Ooo, sorry!” he said as the dildo slid back into her.

“That’s alright, it’s quite nice really.”

“I’ve just spoken to Ian and they’re going back to Sarah’s room so she can change and then out to dinner. That just leaves us here. The others will be through with their robo-experience soon and will be wanting their supper, so perhaps I’d better release you now.”

“Okay,” said Claire, a little glint in her eye. “But before you do, can I ask a little favour?”

“Of course. What do you want?”

“Put a ball gag in my mouth, bend me over and fuck me. I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

Mike did better than that. He buckled in a ball gag so she could only squeak, bent her over and licked her as he had done Nita until she was in the throes of a long series of orgasms, and them he fucked her, keeping her on a climactic peak until he orgasmed himself deep inside her pussy.

When he released her she flopped against him, clinging round his neck and would not let go.

Chapter
14

The next morning once again dawned warm and bright. Claire opened her eyes and gently moved her hands, feeling Mike’s muscled chest as she lay in the crook of his arm. It had been a long night and a memorable one. They had retired shortly after supper to Mike’s room and made love long into the night.

“Today is your last trial,” said Mike startling Claire because she hadn’t realised that he was awake.

“Will I like it?”

“Difficult to say. It’s some of our most sophisticated machines to date. I think you may well like it.”

As usual, everybody was present for breakfast. All four testers sat in their jeans and tea shirts; Mike and the other technicians sat chatting to them, and Ian and Sarah sat at the end of the table talking amiably and drinking coffee. Sarah had her thigh length boots on again, this time with a white cotton shirt and a leather maxi skirt that buttoned down the front; she’d buttoned it so it was closed to just below her crotch.

“Someone left me with the dildo turned up high,” Laura was saying. “It was nearly an hour before it was noticed and by then I’d had four orgasms.”

“On the whole, I had a wonderful time,” said Nita.

“I got left out by the stables and attacked by a sadist with a warped sense of humour,” said Rosa, “Didn’t stop me cumming though.”

Claire smiled; Mike had told her about Rosa.

Ian tapped the table, as was his usual method of attracting attention. “Today we use the last of the new equipment that’s being trialled. It’s outside so it’s a good thing the sun’s shining. Please go to your changing rooms now and have a nice day!”

*

Claire undressed and Mike fitted round padded mittens to her hands and heavy leather sheaths to her arms; they wrapped around each arm from the wrist to the shoulder and buckled up tight preventing Claire from bending her elbows, and then he locked wide steel cuffs onto her leather bound wrists. He strapped her ankles to her thighs and fitted steel sheaths over her folded legs, tightening the buckles so that it looked like Claire had no legs below the knees. Her knees now rested in small, rubber lined cups and Claire realised that this would be to enable her to crawl on them.
Right
, she thought,
I get to crawl around like a little puppy dog all day!
She didn’t voice this thought to Mike because by this time he had wriggled a ring gag between her teeth.

She sat on the floor of her changing room with her knees folded under her and her arms by her sides looking up at Mike as if to ask
now what?
Mike smiled down at her and fetched four telescopic rods; one he clicked into sockets between her wrist cuffs and one between her knees. The other two clicked into place on either side between her cuffs and the metal casing of her knees. She now sat with her arms sticking out in front of her looking at Mike confused. She could move her arms up and down in a limited way because all the rods were telescopic, but the angles they made with the leg sheaths and cuffs were restricted.

Mike picked her up and stood her on her hands and knees. Now she could move her arms and legs enough to crawl but not enough to rear up, and she couldn’t close her arms or legs enough to roll on to her side. She could just crawl around.

“Erry clerror,” said Claire and Mike smiled down at her.

This way please and poked her bum with a stick.

When they got outside, Claire found her three compatriots all restrained the same and they crawled around on the lawn trying to talk to each other. “Today, you are all sheep,” said Ian, And here comes the shepherd with his sheep dogs.” The girls looked at the doorway as six little radio controlled vehicles spilled from it, each one with a cattle prod projecting from its front on a long semi-flexible rod. They buzzed around the girls and took up positions facing in towards the little group, their cattle prods quivering ominously. The prods had two metal probes projecting from their ends and Claire had seen this sort of thing before. They gave a high voltage/low energy shock just like the motivators. The shock was not serious but made the recipient jump and their body spasm briefly as the nerves recovered. It was not a feeling anyone would like to experience on a frequent basis and Claire couldn’t believe Mike had incorporated this into his games. Then the shepherd appeared. He was a large domed robot, perhaps four foot across with two claws on long flexible stalks which waved ominously around in front of him as he slowly trundled on unseen wheels across the courtyard towards the grass.

“Have fun, Ladies. You are now totally under their control.” Ian watched with Sarah, Mike and the technicians as the small ‘sheep dogs’ lunged at the girls to get them to move off into the field. Laura was the first one to be a bit slow and a prod struck her on the hip. She screamed and surged forward to avoid a second stroke. Then Rosa got distracted watching Laura and didn’t see the sheepdog approach from her blind side and the cattle prod produced a similar reaction. The girls were shepherded towards the centre of the paddock about fifty yards away as the shepherd trundled slowly after them and there they stayed, milling about and trying to keep away from the sheep dogs with their electric prods as they buzzed around and about.

The shepherd slowly closed on the little group, his long claws waving around in front of him like feelers. He was making his way towards Nita and she looked petrified; she wiggled across the grass with the silver domed robot gliding along in her wake. Nita was much faster than the shepherd but then there were the sheepdogs; they blocked her path, their prods waving menacingly. Nita turned to look back at the approaching shepherd with his waving claws and made a dash to the right, but the dogs were quicker and her path was blocked once more. Franticly she moved towards the left but it was too late; a claw closed about the steel sheath of her left leg and she was caught. Seconds later the other claw gripped her right leg and the shepherd approached her from behind as she let out a long wail. The claws retracted as he approached, drawing her nearer and the other girls looked on aghast as a flat metal appendage about six inches wide started to appear from under the front edge of the robot and flow in a long, silver stream between Nita’s legs and under her body. As it passed between her wrists, clasps sprung out and grabbed the metal wrist cuffs. The front edge of this plate now turned upwards and pushed up under her chin, forcing her head high at the same time as the rear section of this appendage unfolded and slid up between her encased legs. Probes started pushing at her looking for her body’s cavities, and a further probe unfolded in front of her open mouth. Nita screamed as the rear probes found their burrows and the scream was cut short as the front probe locked itself to her ring gag. She started trembling as the probes sunk inside her almost lifting her from the ground, but her ordeal was not yet complete; small doors unfolded from underneath her body and two clear plastic cups rose under her breasts. The other three girls watched transfixed as the cups rose towards the unsuspecting Nita, then, all of a sudden, they caught the breasts and sucked them deep into the cups. Claire could actually see Nita’s breast being pulled deep by the suction and then the teats squeezed as rings inflated behind them. Finally, the squeezed rings were pulled from her teats. It was a machine that would have effectively milked her dry if Nita was lactating; as it was it repeatedly drew the teats deep into the cups, squeezed them, and pulled the tight rings from their tips. The girl’s couldn’t tell what was happening inside Nita; they could only see her thrashing around frantically as the probed pulsed.

After ten minutes, the probes withdrew, the cups retracted back into the strange appendage and their doors closed and the limb itself retracted under the robot shepherd. Finally, the claws gripping her thighs released and Nita scampered away to hide with the others panting heavily. The shepherd sunk to the ground and became inert.

Nita didn’t seem any the worst for her ordeal. She was trembling slightly and looking very flushed but Claire suspected that the cause was a crashing organism rather than fear. Claire crawled up beside Nita and looked at her face – no clues there. Then she crawled slowly around the girl; her nipples were a red where they had been engorged and then pulled but there was no physical damage. Then she went around her rear; Nita was very wet, her clitoris was engorged and her own white secretion was dripping down her thigh. Then she crawled up her other side and looked at her face again. Nita very slowly blinked and said “Ohh eye Od!”

An hour later the dome rose up four inches from the ground and slowly rotated, its claws beginning to wave about again. All four girls moved into a huddle as far away as the sheep dogs permitted but the dome started to approach once more. This time it was Laura that was its target and the sequence went very much as before. Fifteen minutes later Laura was left trembling as the dome went back to sleep. An hour later still and the dome was searching for Claire.

Claire knew that flight was futile and also that Mike would not let her be harmed, so her attempts at escape were rather perfunctory. She was caught and the strange limb slithered under her. She still gasped as the probe waved about in front of her face and screamed as the two probes found their targets behind her; then the probe at her head filled her mouth and she could make no more sound. In her arse, the probe expanded and then partially withdrew, pulling her anus tight against the probes base mounting, and the one in her pussy dived in and out, its ribbed surface making her body vibrate with the motion. Under her clitoris there was no vibrator. Instead, a smooth little lever arced back and forth across her surface, flicking the little bud first one way then the other. Her breasts were suddenly caught in the vacuums grip as her teats were pulled deep into the perspex cups and the nipples squeezed with a motion that felt like they were being pulled from her body. And back in her mouth, Claire jumped as something squirted onto the back of her throat, and then a thick probe slithered into her mouth and almost down to her larynx. Instantly, it was withdrawn only to plunge back again. Claire reasoned that she had had anaesthetic sprayed into her throat to calm the gag reflect, and now this probe was fucking her face. In fact Claire was at risk of being totally overwhelmed by the different stimuli hitting her from all directions. She seemed to lose all control; she couldn’t feel her body or her limbs; she didn’t know if she was touching the ground or flying. All she felt were the stimuli that were close to causing a sensory overload; and then the climaxes started.