Irontown 1: Student Maids (15 page)

There was one reward for Axle’s labours. A hinged sprung rod rose up at an angle from the base of the pillar and passed through a slot in the lever arm beneath Axle’s chocolate-lipped cleft that was held open wide by the clips hooked to her labial rings. Mounted on the end of the rod was a dildo. Axle penetrated herself with every pump stroke.

After fifteen minutes on the machine Mel saw Axle orgasm, trembling and gasping and rolling up her eyes. She sagged limply on the lever arm for some moments until the trickle of water into the bucket drew her nipples and breasts out into dusky cones and she had to begin pumping once more.

Amid the naked, sweating, straining, thrusting bodies glistened in the light, Master Vice strode up and down, nodding in approval or flicking his cane across a tremulous breast or shivering buttock that needed encouragement. Gradually the smell of machine oil was diluted by the tang of spilt female juices.

When they were done, cloths on rubber plugs were pushed into their mouths and pussies and they were set to wiping and polishing up all the sweat drips and vaginal dribbles they had made until the devices gleamed once more.

The lesson had been driven home: it was a duty, pleasure and privilege to merge with a machine, but they would always be its servants.

Whereas in MI they had been treated as machine part, in Obedience, their last class of the day, they were treated virtually as dumb animals. It was held out on the playground under the command of Master Router.

‘You are no use to Shackleswell if you cannot be relied upon to perform your assigned functions without hesitation,’ he told them. ‘Where would we be if a machine took time to decide whether to respond to the turn of a key or the press of a button? Therefore you must learn to obey immediately and without question any lawful command given to you. An unlawful command is one such as: “Flap your arms and fly like a bird,” which is impossible, or: “Step off the side of a tall building,” which is self-destructive. Those orders would never be given. But any command that is merely unpleasant, embarrassing or uncomfortable is lawful and must be obeyed without question, such as: “Put your right index finger up the bottom hole of the girl standing on your left.” Do it!’

They jerked into dazed action. Mel twisted round and pushed her finger into Bolt’s bottom even as she felt Cam’s finger pushing through her anal sphincter. A few days ago it would have clamped up tight against such a sudden intrusion, but after the usage of the day it relaxed and let her in.

Axle was left without any girl on the left to put her finger up.

‘Cam 031 is unoccupied,’ Router said.

Tugging the others with her, Axle shuffled round and pushed her finger up Cam’s rear. Now they stood in a naked ring in a school playground forming a daisy chain of hands thrust up bottom cracks. Mel could feel Bolt trembling with suppressed anger, squeezing with her anus as if trying to push Mel’s finger out, even as the intimate heat of her body soaked into her.

Router walked round looking them over. Mel blushed as if she had been caught doing something childishly naughty.

‘Keeping your fingers where they are, go to the bottom of the playground and come back,’ he commanded.

Awkwardly, weaving and twirling round as they went, they shuffled down to the bottom of the playground and then back up again. They must look so weird, Mel thought.

‘Has anybody anything to say about what you have just done?’ he asked.

Mel prayed that Bolt would not say something stupid but wisely they all kept silent.

‘Good, because your opinion is irrelevant. Why a command is given and for what purpose is none of your concern. All that matters is that your master desires you to do something and you obey. Never forget that. Now, a basic skill of obedience lies in fetching and carrying…’

He commanded them to remove their fingers and then set them chasing thrown balls and bringing them back in their mouths like dogs, kneeling at Router’s feet and dropping them into his hand. Then he had them carrying objects like wooden ten-pins with long necks with rounded caps. They did not use their hands but squatted and grasped them with their vaginal mouths, carrying them swinging between their thighs in an undignified duck-like waddle. Around and around the playground they went, alternating between their groups, passing the warm wet pins from vagina to vagina.

‘Continue until I tell you to stop,’ Router said.

It was not physically hard compared to what they had already been put through that day, though their well-used passages did ache after a while. It was mildly stimulating but not likely to lead to orgasm. It was an exercise in boring repetition and mindless compliance.

‘Don’t think, just react,’ Router advised. ‘Lose your mind in the joy of reflex obedience.’

This attitude did not appeal to Bolt and she earned them all a few more cane stripes for being sullen and slow to respond. Mel and Cam plodded doggedly onward until the last bell sounded, signalling the end of lessons for the day.

Chapter Eight

They were sent to the washroom to join the rest of the school. The ceiling chains were not used and there was no sense of urgency. Master Puncheon, sitting in the monitor’s chair, was reading a book. Mel spent a long time under the shower trying to wash away not only dirt and sweat but also the memory of all the usage she had endured. She was sore, aching and drained both physically and emotionally, but at least she had survived her first day at Gryndstone.

By the time Mel finished drying herself she felt a little better. The other girls were breaking up into chattering groups and filing out of the washroom in a casual fashion. Some were even laughing. They must have suffered the same way her trigyn had yet they appeared so normal. How could they just switch off like that? Perhaps that was the trick.

Mel, Bolt and Cam hesitated, uncertain what was expected of them next. Then Mel saw Wire 142 leaving with her arms about a red-haired girl, stamped SPAR 075 and a brunet called BUSH 103. ‘Hallo, um what do we do now?’ she asked her.

‘Whatever you want until lights out at ten, except when we’re called in for tea,’ Wire said. ‘We’re going to the rec room. By the way, these are the other thirds of my trigyn…’

‘Hallo,’ said Spar and Bush with friendly smiles. They came forward to embrace Mel, Cam and Bolt. Mel and Cam hugged gingerly back but Bolt shied away.

‘I don’t care what they make us do to each other in lessons, I’m no lezzy!’ she said sharply.

Mel felt embarrassed while Spar and Bush looked hurt. Wire said: ‘Sorry, it’s just the way we do things here. It’s all we’ve got to give each other. Well, maybe we’ll see you in the rec room. By the way, have you checked the phone home list yet?’

‘Oh, yes, thanks for reminding us,’ said Mel.

They made their way along to the Hall notice board, feeling out of place as you did in any institution after regular hours and doubly so when naked. When they were out of earshot of Wire and her chain-sisters Mel said to Bolt: ‘Did you have to be so rude? They were only trying to be friendly.’

‘I’ve had enough fu…ing tits rubbed up against mine for one day!’ Bolt said angrily.

‘I think we’ve got the message,’ said Cam.

The list said they were to report to Classroom 1.

They found Bradawl seated at his desk. A few other girls were crouched or sprawled about the room on mats chewing on pens as they composed letters and cards or speaking quietly into phones. Mel, Cam and Bolt went up to Bradawl’s desk, remembering just in time to duck down into the open front and kiss his penis. Under his powerful gaze Mel and Cam stood before him meekly with their hands folded behind their backs while Bolt looked impassive.

‘Well, what did you think of your first day at Gryndstone?’ he asked.

Did he expect them to lie? Mel took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. ‘I think this is a cruel and perverted place, Headmaster.’

Bolt growled: ‘This fu…ing collar won’t let me say what I think… Headmaster.’

Cam just whimpered and clamped her lips shut.

Unexpectedly Bradawl smiled. ‘You’re feeling angry and resentful. That’s perfectly normal. Don’t worry, it’ll pass.’ He handed them phones labelled with their part names. ‘These will record and playback voicemail only. You may file all your communications on them. You will record brief messages to whoever you think will be missing you, either family or close friends, telling them you are all right. You will explain you do not want to get into one to one conversations for obvious reasons and they should reply in the same way. After checking the content I’ll pass them on to our representative in London, who will send them via your phones that he’s monitoring. Their replies will be relayed back here in the same way. One exchange only tonight.’

Bolt gave her phone back. ‘I’m not calling anybody and talking lies… Headmaster.’

‘Honesty,’ said Bradawl. ‘An admirable virtue if practiced wisely. Then you are excused…’

Bolt left.

Lying on a mat Mel felt a brief flush of resentment at the thought of unknown people playing around with her phone, then realised ruefully that it was nothing compared to what they had already done to her body. She debated trying to hide some sort of clever coded SOS in her message, but she had no idea how. Perhaps the most important thing at this moment was to assure them she was all right. To her parents she said:

‘This is just to let you know I’m OK. I’m so sorry for everything. Don’t blame Maddy because I started it. I’ll call again when I get myself sorted out. If you want to leave a message for me do it this way because I don’t want to get into any more arguments, not after everything that’s already been said. Maybe those things you called me were true but they still hurt! I still love you and hope you can forgive me but I think we all need some space and time apart right now.’

It was not any easy message to send but the next one was harder, especially as she could not say all she wanted knowing Bradawl would hear it first.

‘Maddy, it’s me. Don’t worry I’m fine. I just had to get away because my being there only made things worse. Try not to feel too bad about the way Mum and Dad reacted. It just got out of hand. We all need some space to cool off. We’ll work this out somehow. Maybe we’d better not talk in real time right now so voicemail me back. I want to hear your voice. Evenings are good for me. Whatever happens you know I love you.’

Mel and Cam handed their messages back to Bradawl, who listened to them to them on earphones so her family woes were not made public. At least it was one tiny shred of privacy they were still permitted, Mel thought.

Bradawl downloaded the messages into his pc and sent them off. ‘First day calls usually receive quick replies,’ he said. ‘You may wish to wait.’

They sat in a corner.

‘They’re very well organized,’ Cam said. ‘I suppose by sending our messages from London nobody can trace them back here. Do you think they do the same kind of thing with letters?’

‘Probably. If Bradawl’s history lesson was true then they’d had a century and half practice at hiding kidnapped girls away.’

‘I wasn’t exactly kidnapped,’ Cam said, ‘but I know my family would freak out if they knew what they’ve done to me…’ she faltered and bit her lip.

Mel hugged her awkwardly. ‘I know.’

Bradawl was right. They both got replies back inside fifteen minutes.

Mel’s father said: ‘Your Mother was very worried about you. You should have called sooner. Of course we love you and want you back home, but first you must accept the seriousness of the terrible thing you did. You must repent fully so we can forgive you…’

Mel wished he had not used the word: “repent”. It made it seem so cold, as though he was hiding his true feelings behind religious language. But then she supposed she had sinned.

Maddy said: ‘God, I was so frightened you might have done something stupid! It’s so good to hear your voice. Things are pretty bad here but I can’t run off as well. I wish college started sooner then I’d have an excuse. Dad’s gone all stiff and cold. I think Mum would like to say more but doesn’t dare. Oh hell, we really screwed up…’

Mel played her messages over three times before she handed the phone back to Bradawl.

She and Cam walked back to the rec room. Cam was frowning in thought.

Mel did not want to pry but she felt she had say something. ‘Everything ok?’

‘Just… family things, you know,’ Cam said

‘I know.’

‘And you?’

‘The same. Family and… stuff. Still, Bolt’s not had anybody to talk to. I suppose that must be even worse for her.’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Maybe we’d better see how she’s doing.’

‘Oh, do we have to?’ Cam pleaded. ‘I know it’s sad that she’s so screwed up, but it is a lot easier without her around getting us into trouble.’

‘I know, but I think we’ve got to try. After all we’re meant to be her “chain-sisters.”’

‘Except she’s the one dragging us down!’

As they were peering inside the lowest level of the rec room looking for Bolt they saw Wire seated in a corner. She waved to them. Spar and Bush were in the other corner with their heads in magazines. Mel and Cam crawled over to Wire and lay down on a pile of cushions. As she sprawled out Mel found she could look up through the two glass panelled floors above her at kaleidoscope of bottoms flattened against the glass, dangling breasts and bared pouting pubes.