The Girlflesh Institute (Nexus) (29 page)

“‘We award her the status of full slave, worthy to become a chattel of the Shiller company and fit to be traded as a sample of its merchandise, proudly representing its principles of reliability, quality and service.”’

Shiller rolled up the scroll, retied the ribbon and smiled down at the girls. ‘Never doubt that you are special and that we prize you for being so. Cherish the love of your chain sisters and remember this: from now on you will never be alone, because from this day you are company girls!’

There was cheering and applause from the watching slave-girls. Miss Kyle stepped forward and called out: ‘Amber 1 Cherry.’

Amber got to her feet and climbed on to the podium. Shiller kissed her and then she turned round and bent over, presenting her bottom, pulling her fleshy cheeks apart with her cuffed hands to expose her greased anus. Shiller slid the tightly rolled scroll up into her rectum until half the scroll was left jutting out from between her buttocks, together with the dangling ribbon and seal.

What better way for a submissive to receive an award, Vanessa thought, as the watching girls applauded loudly.

Mr McGarry and Miss Scott escorted Amber over to the first of the row of stands. Mr Winston and Mr Tyler undid her cuffs, lifted her up on to the angled board and strapped her into place. In a few moments
she
was perfectly secured within the golden frame, with her arms bent and pulled flat to the board and hips and knees drawn hard up and then turned outwards so that her knees and elbows almost touched. The strain showed on her inner thighs, exposing the soft mound of her vulva and the deep cleft that clove through it. The upturning of her hips caused the end of her scroll to jut out provocatively at an angle from her bulging anus.

Mr Hirsch, holding a device like a small metallic staple gun in his hand, bent down between Amber’s spread thighs. She gave a small gasp of pain. Hirsch stepped back and a fine gold ring glinted where it pierced Amber’s left inner labia.

The watching girls cheered. Vanessa saw a few of them beginning to rub themselves off. It no longer shocked her. What more natural way to show and share pleasure where shame had no meaning?

‘Charlotte 2 Cherry,’ Miss Kyle called out.

By the time Kashika was called up to receive her diploma, the yard was filled by the scent of slavish arousal. Glorying in her new freedom, Vanessa was rubbing herself along with the rest, winning a knowing smile from Zara. Vanessa’s stomach fluttered at the tiny yelp Kashika gave when she was ringed, but not out of distress, knowing what the prick of pain would feel like to her. She saw tears of joy in Kashika’s eyes as she beamed across at her.

Finally, all the girls had been plugged with diplomas, ringed and mounted in their golden frames like living pictures, their clefts glistening with barely contained excitement. But there was one frame left unfilled and one diploma still on the table.

‘Vanessa Buckingham!’ Miss Kyle called out.

For a few seconds Vanessa could only gape about her stupidly. Zara took the camera from her numbed
hands
and clipped her wrists behind her back. ‘Go on!’ she said, giving her a shove. Vanessa stumbled forwards and knelt on a mat in front of Shiller, who smiled down at her.

‘As a few of you know, Vanessa came to us under unusual circumstances. You might say that she was sent here to judge us, to test the principles of our girlflesh trade to see if they were still fair and ethical according to those standards I first set down many years ago. If she was a provisional slave, then we were provisional slave-keepers. I am pleased to announce today that, even at some personal cost to herself, she has chosen in our favour. Furthermore, she has paid us the ultimate compliment in begging to be allowed to join our company as a full slave – a request I am happy to grant!’

A great cheer went up and Vanessa felt a wave of welcome enfold her.

‘But first,’ Shiller continued, when the cheers had subsided, ‘we must put her in a proper collar …’

Miss Kyle stepped forward with the new collar in her hands. Vanessa felt the breath catch in her throat. It was a white collar!

As Miss Kyle removed her old metallic utility collar and locked the new one about her neck, Shiller said: ‘Though she will still be your Slave Reporter, I have decided to make her a member of my own personal chain. She will now be known as Vanessa 19 White!’

There was another cheer. Vanessa glanced round to see Kashika looking at her in wonder and delight.

‘Vanessa 19 White, prepare to receive your diploma!’ Miss Kyle said.

In a daze, Vanessa stepped up and was kissed by Shiller. Then, heart thumping, she turned round and presented her bottom, pulling her anal sphincter wide
with
her fingers, silently thankful that she was properly cleaned and greased like a good slave should be. The scroll slipped easily into her, its hard, comforting presence filling the void her control phallus had left. How wonderful it was to be plugged once again, to let control of her body slip away into the hands of those who would use it for a greater purpose.

She was taken to the frames, lifted up and strapped into place. She revelled in the tight constraint of the broad bands of rubber as they closed over her wrists, neck, waist and ankles. The final pair of straps went across her knees, pulling them flat against the board, stretching her inner thighs as she was opened for all to see, making her pubic mound stand out, squeezing her rectum tighter about her precious diploma.

Now she was totally restrained, as helpless as a pinned butterfly. Her nipples were hard red pulsing cones, while the blossoming flower of love-mouth ran with dewdrop juices, its depths begging to be probed.

Mr Hirsch bent down between her splayed thighs, pinching her left labia minora between his thumb and finger and stretching it wide. She felt a stab of sharp joyous pain as the gold ring was threaded through her flesh. Now she was a true company slave!

The cheers of the watching slave-girls rang in her ears as they masturbated with even greater vigour, filling the air with their sweet perfume and showing their own labia rings. They were all her sisters now.

The trainers formed themselves into a line in front of the thirteen stands, each with its gold-framed captive. They all held lashes in their hands, the long leather thongs trailing across the ground.

At a sign from Shiller they began to swipe them across the girls’ defenceless breasts, bellies and groins, the crisp crack of leather and flesh echoing back from
the
walls of the yard. This was a proper slave beating, to confirm who served and who must be obeyed. It seared into their flesh once and for all the certain knowledge of what they had become.

In between her yelps and sobs of pain, Vanessa was calling out: ‘Yes … more please … thank you!’ Miss Kyle had been right all along. She was a slut for pain and it felt wonderful, as though each hot stroke merely stoked the fires of lust and love inside her. She saw Kashika rolling back her eyes in ecstasy, arching her back against her straps as she tried to thrust her brown breasts closer to the tongues of the lash.

By the time the ceremonial punishment ceased, their bodies bore criss-cross lattices of scarlet stripes from trembling breasts to weeping groins. As one they ached with a desperate thirst that could only be quenched in one way.

Shiller waved the watching slave-girls forwards. ‘Now it’s your turn!’ she shouted.

A wave of bare flesh descended upon them, four or five girls clustering about each stand, turning them into thirteen little orgies of lustful female bodies. Vanessa was half-smothered by urgent lips kissing hers, teeth nipping at her tormented India rubber teats, thrusting hot tongues lapping and sliding up her yawning cunt. Then one at a time they straddled her outthrust scroll, rubbing their salivating pussies along its length until their labia kissed against her own pouting pubes. Love-mouth sucked on love-mouth and hard erect clit rubbed against its twin. It was girlflesh on girlflesh, an uninhibited joy such as she had never known before.

Vanessa cried out as she was caught up in the throes of her first orgasm as a true slave. The first of so many more …

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