The Girlflesh Institute (Nexus) (27 page)

Only when all the preparations were complete did they let the girls out of the lorry. Still cuffed and gagged, they were allowed to roam freely about the enclosed orchard to stretch their legs and explore the setting in which they were to serve their purpose.

Vanessa saw such a look of wonder and excitement on Kashika’s face as she inspected the parasol under which she would soon be staked out that it brought a lump to her throat. She was in love with an unashamedly submissive girl slave. She might claim a
special
place in her affections, but she could never possess her totally, as she yearned to do, while she belonged to Shiller. Could she learn to share Kashika, not just with her chain sisters but also with those strangers who would use her perfect body for their pleasure time after time? She had the power to prevent it … but in choosing that path would she simultaneously destroy Kashika’s love for her?

The girls’ chastity belts were finally removed, much to their evident relief, and they were made to squat and pee in a corner of the orchard. Kashika beamed in utter unselfconscious delight at Vanessa as the stream gushed from her. Nina then used a portable douche machine to freshen them and give their rears a final greasing.

Des checked his watch. ‘Right, let’s get them staked out …’

Eight of the girls were spread out on their backs and chained to the stakes with broad padded cuffs, while the remaining four were bound face down for variety. Kashika was one of them. The girls were then blindfolded with slim bands of black silk holding neat round pads over their eyes and fitted with ring bits.

These soft black rubber bars were held in place with elastic cords running round the back of their heads and hooking into the ends of the bars that protruded from the corners of their mouths. Inside, the rubber bar was wedged between their back teeth, giving them something to bite on during punishment while keeping their teeth parted. The section of bar between their teeth opened up into a ring which filled the insides of their mouths, going under their tongues. They prevented the girls from fully closing their jaws or biting even by reflex. Their mouths were thus kept invitingly part-open, permitting easy access for any user who wished to probe the depths of their
gullets
, while still allowing them to suck and lick if required.

Finally, a cat-o-nine-tails and a light chastising paddle were placed beside each girl. Both devices used soft light materials and were designed to make a satisfying swish and slap and deliver a stimulating sting while doing little real harm.

Des, Nina, Graham and Vanessa stood back to admire the girls, as they lay spread-eagled under the trees. Their nipple-crowned uptilted breasts and rounded buttocks gleamed golden in the fading evening light, the tongues of their hungry love-mouths pouting and glistening, tight puckered anuses shiny with grease. Their helpless bodies were sweet offerings, ripe and ready for the taking. Vanessa, who had been dutifully snapping pictures, found herself entranced, aching at the sight of them.

‘May I wish them good luck?’ she begged, as Nina began lighting the lanterns.

‘All right,’ said Nina, ‘but be quick about it. The hosts’ll be along in a minute to check the display.’

With a jingle of her hobble chain, Vanessa shuffled as quickly as she could from one girl to another, kneeling over them to kiss their parted lips, gently squeezing breasts and stroking bottoms almost unconsciously as she wished them good luck. To Kashika alone did she add a whispered ‘I love you’, and felt her heart leap at the delighted smile she forced past her ring bit.

Then Graham took her back to the lorry and secured her to the chair once more while he activated the monitor screens. One by one they came to life and he focused the pictures and checked the sound. Vanessa found Kashika’s image and gazed at it longingly. How she wished she could be with her now, staked out beside her, sharing her pleasure and pain.

She saw the party hosts, a perfectly respectable-looking middle-aged couple briefly crossing in front of the hidden cameras as they inspected the girls. What sort of party was it where such people could tell their guests: ‘Do try the lemon misticanza, it’s really rather good, and there are a dozen naked slave-girls staked out in the orchard for you to screw later …’

Briefly she wondered what was going on in the house itself if this was merely a sideshow, but then her attention returned to Cherry Chain and Kashika. That was all she cared about.

A few minutes later Des and Nina climbed back into the lorry and shut the doors.

‘The guests are arriving,’ Nina said. ‘Looks like they’re going to have a nice night for it.’

‘While we spend the next six hours stuck in here watching rich idiots screw our girls and themselves silly,’ Des said gloomily. ‘I never thought that could be boring but –’

‘Turn it off Des, we’ve heard that one before!’ Graham interrupted with good-humoured scorn.

‘Well it’s true.’

‘Then read a book or something.’

‘Or we could always have a bit of fun ourselves,’ Nina said, stroking Vanessa’s hair suggestively.

The two men turned to look at Vanessa, grins spreading across their faces.

‘Nobody actually said we couldn’t play with her,’ Graham said slowly.

‘Might help pass the time once they’ve settled down in there,’ Des agreed.

‘Where shall we put her for now?’ Nina asked. ‘She’s in my chair.’

Vanessa didn’t care what they did with her as long as she could see Kashika. ‘Please, Mistress and
Masters
,’ she said quickly, ‘do what you like as long as I can still watch Cherry Chain … for my article.’

‘Better break out the spares box,’ Des said.

They unlocked her slave chains, recuffed her hands and clipped them wide apart to rings set in the roof. A spreader bar cuffed to her ankles secured her feet. Nina popped her ball-gag back in, leaving her standing mutely splayed just behind the row of chairs, looking over their shoulders while they observed Cherry Chain’s début.

It seemed an interminable wait until the first men and women in smart clothes, drinks in their hands, began to flit across the screens. They could hear them chatting and laughing as they inspected the girls. A man had bent down and was squeezing Amber’s big breasts, lifting them by the nipples and letting them fall back with a bounce. A woman had thrust stiff fingers between Olive’s glossy curls and was rolling her thumb curiously over her erect clit.

A couple had taken a liking to Kashika. The woman pulled up her dress, exposing a shaven pussy, and sat down in front of Kashika, her thighs straddling her head. Lifting Kashika’s head by her hair, she shuffled forwards on her bottom until Kashika’s face was pressed into her groin. Vanessa saw Kashika’s head bob up and down as she eagerly began to lick the woman’s pubes. Her partner meanwhile had picked up a lash and began swiping it across Kashika’s bottom, making her buttocks clench. Kashika redoubled her oral efforts while the woman laughed.

After a minute the man threw aside the lash, unzipped his flies, dropped to the ground between Kashika’s splayed thighs and rammed his cock into her sooty dark anus. He was up inside her beautiful hot bottom, Vanessa thought in horror. How she hated and envied him!

By now she was dripping on the floor. She wanted to be with Kashika, to show her love, to feel what she was feeling. But she was as helpless as any of the Cherry girls on the screens before her having their breasts lashed and bottoms paddled, cocks pumping into their gaping vaginas, women riding their faces and forcing their captive tongues to pleasure them. What she wanted did not matter. She was just a slave. Which meant …

Vanessa began to moan and jerk in her bonds, until Nina turned to her. ‘What’s the matter, girl? God, you’re wet! Need the bucket?’

Vanessa desperately shook her head until Nina pulled her gag out.

‘Please, Mistress, I think I should be punished!’ she gasped.

‘Why? You’ve behaved yourself like a good girl.’

‘For … for using this lorry to sneak into Shillers that time. Didn’t I get you into trouble?’

Graham turned from the screens looking puzzled. ‘Nope. Actually we thought that was pretty damn smart of you.’

‘And bloody brave,’ Des added.

‘Please, Master,’ Vanessa begged. ‘I deserve to be punished!’

Nina suddenly smiled. ‘Oh, I see. Maybe it was bad of you to sneak in under our van like that.’

Des looked from Vanessa to the screens and back again. Understanding dawned. ‘You want a taste of the action.’

‘I think we can arrange that …’ Graham added.

They forced a wooden rod in her mouth with a rubber sleeve grip for her teeth to bite on and elastic cords with spring clamps dangling from each end. These clipped to her nipples so that the tension
stretched
them into painfully taut cones, lifting her breasts to expose the tender pale curves of their undersides. She was holding her own breasts up so that they were more vulnerable to punishment, she thought with a shudder of utter bliss.

Taking turns from watching the monitors they caned her bottom and paddled her front. Her suspended breasts jumped and bounced as they were whacked upwards and she shrieked in wild abandon behind her gag rod as drool dribbled down her chin. She kept blinking back the tears so she could see every moment of Kashika’s happy torment, sharing the pain and the ecstasy as each man abused and screwed her.

When she was thoroughly tenderised, Des and Graham fucked her front and rear at the same time, lifting her body off the floor with the strength of their thrusts, doubly impaling her on their shafts as she writhed between them. She orgasmed so intensely that she nearly passed out. Nina splashed her face with water to revive her.

‘My turn now,’ she said.

They unhooked Vanessa’s wrist cuffs from the roof, pulled them behind her back and clipped them together. Attaching a length of chain to her cuffs they pulled them upwards, forcing her to bend forwards as her shoulder joints could not swivel any further. Taking the suspension rod from her mouth but leaving it clipped to her nipples, they tied a cord between it and the middle of her ankle spreader bar.

With another agonising jerk on her wrists they clipped the end of the chain to a roof hook, leaving Vanessa trembling in exquisite torment, torn between the upward strain on her arms and shoulders, and the terrible downward stretching of her breasts and nipples. Stripping off her jeans and panties, Nina
swivelled
her chair round and tilted it back, hooking her knees over the arms. Grasping Vanessa by the hair, she ground her face into her slippery cleft.

As Vanessa licked and sucked her sweet pussy flesh, Des and Graham took turns paddling her outthrust scarlet bottom and then ramming their cocks into rectum and vagina again and again …

An unknown interval later, Vanessa became aware that it was very dark and quiet outside the lorry. She was once more gagged and cuffed to one of the swivel chairs. Her arse burned, her breasts throbbed and her ravaged vagina and rectum pulsed and dribbled sperm.

What had she done?

Dimly she realised that Des, Nina and Graham were leading tottering and exhausted Cherry girls back into the lorry and strapping them into their niches. Through puffy, tear-sore eyes she saw them load the equipment trunks and close the doors. The engine started and the lorry set off for home, but Vanessa fell asleep before it reached the main road.

Vanessa dragged herself to her flat on Sunday morning, sore and aching and not knowing who or what she was or even if she could trust her own mind any more. She slept through the rest of the day and then spent half the night watching television until the monitor ordered her back to bed and made her masturbate herself into an exhausted sleep, which, Vanessa conceded wearily, was better than taking pills.

The next morning she went to work in a daze, only to find the Cherry Chain girls looking perfectly fresh and exuberantly happy. As soon as she entered the training yard she was smothered by an onslaught of bare scented bodies as they hugged and kissed her.

‘Miss Kyle said we passed with honours!’ Kashika said, her eyes sparkling with joy. ‘They’re holding our graduation ceremony tomorrow afternoon!’

That was the day Vanessa’s agreement with Shiller ended.

Fifteen

IT WAS SHILLER’S
own voice that woke Vanessa on the morning of Cherry Chain’s graduation and her release from bondage.

‘Wake up, Vanessa …’ A gentle jolt from her anal plug lock brought her to dim awareness. She still felt deathly tired.

Only half awake, she mechanically obeyed the instructions of the disembodied voice as she had done for the last month, pulling out her now deflated anal plug and wiping it clean, then going to the corner to unlock her handcuffs. It was only when she had done so that she realised she had not been told to put on her house collar first. It was still hanging by the bed. Her spywear was on the dressing table plugged into the charger. She was not controlled in any way. She was free!

A brief frisson of guilt assailed her, coupled with the feeling that she was not naked but in an odd way improperly dressed, as though missing something that had become an integral part of her life. With an effort she gathered her thoughts and the sensation passed.

‘So, that’s it,’ she said, omitting the word ‘Monitor’ only with an effort.

‘Yes, our agreement is ended, Vanessa,’ Shiller confirmed. ‘I thought you might as well enjoy a full
day
of freedom. Zara is not expecting you in the office today. Whether you come in tomorrow, or ever again, is up to you.’

‘What do I do now?’ she asked, realising the foolishness of her question even as she spoke. She was no longer a slave, she could think for herself.

‘That’s your choice. If you want my advice, I would suggest you contact your editor and arrange a meeting so you can report on your progress as an undercover spy. We have removed our taps on your computer and phone, so you may speak perfectly freely.’

‘Don’t you want to know what I’ve decided?’

‘I think if you were sure you would tell me now,’ Shiller said. ‘Goodbye, Vanessa …’ And the speaker went dead.