Irontown 1: Student Maids (19 page)

‘We’re going to see a film later,’ Spindle added.

‘How are you going to get in to see a film?’ Bolt asked. ‘Don’t tell me you get pocket money as well?’

‘Well, we have gyntokens,’ Chain said, dipping her hand into the pocket of her coat lying beside her and bringing out a couple of what looked like bronze coins the size of commemorative crowns. ‘These are as good as money for us. Every business in Shackleswell accepts them.’

‘And if you want more you can always offer a screw,’ Spindle added with a grin.

A true slave economy, Mel thought.

‘But why don’t you just run away?’ Bolt asked.

The pair looked bemused. ‘Where would we want to run to?’

An hour later Mel, Cam and Bolt were lying on their groundsheets in a small sunlit hollow in a corner of the park backed by a stand of trees eating their packed lunches. It was nice to laze in the warm sun and simply do nothing, Mel thought. Gynatons did need their R&R.

It was a novelty in itself to eat food with their hands and not suck it through a phallic-shaped feeding tube, although they could not help noticing there was a certain phallic theme to their meal. Each lunch bag contained fruit juices in tubular foil packs, large cooked vegetarian sausages, bridge rolls, gherkins and a banana. There was also a tub of creamy dip with large thick carrots.

Bolt sprawled on her stomach eating mechanically, still deep in thought following their conversation with Chain and Spindle that had revealed that slave life in Shackleswell was far more complicated than they had imagined. At least it had diverted her from trying to find some weak spot in the park perimeter, for which Mel was grateful. Cam and Mel lay on their backs with their dip pots nestled between their breasts crunching carrots.

‘Do you think this is all part of our conditioning?’ Cam said unexpectedly, as she licked the cream off her carrot suggestively.

Mel turned to look at her. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Giving us days off like this, allowing us a bit of freedom in a nice park, a little luxury like the rec room. Is it all designed to make being turned into a slave just bearable so we accept it and don’t make trouble?’

Mel shrugged. ‘It might be. Or it might simply be a sensible way of keeping slaves happy and healthy. Both possibly. Same thing in the end.’

‘But do they really care for us? Can you have humanitarian slave owners?

‘Maybe you can in Shackleswell. If you believe their reasoning that we really are sort of inferior animals who need looking after for our own good. By those standards they probably think they are being kind to us.’

‘Chain and Spindle seemed pretty happy.’

‘They did,’ Mel admitted.

‘Brainwashed,’ Bolt said bluntly.

‘I think it has to be more than that,’ Mel said. ‘This town, this whole way of life, couldn’t have lasted so long without finding some sort of balance that keeps the girls genuinely contented, that gives them some something back for what they’ve given up.’

Cam nodded and then frowned. ‘But… is it right?’

Mel did not have a chance to answer because just then a drawling male voice said loudly: ‘Well, what do we have here? A trigyn of pretty Gryndstone schoolgirls having a picnic all on their own in the woods?’

Caught by surprise, Mel, Cam and Bolt rolled over onto their knees, spilling their food onto the grass.

Three young men in coloured shirts with rolled-up sleeves, white flannel trousers and straw boaters were looking down at them. Instinctively the girls lowered their heads to the grass and raised their bottoms submissively as they had been taught in D&SK.

‘Good afternoon, Masters,’ they said meekly.

The young men, actually hardly more than boys Mel realised and certainly no older than they were themselves, walked round them and looking into their upturned bottoms. Mel saw the bulges in the front of their trousers, which had tailored flaps like their teachers’, growing by the second. She felt her stomach knot in anticipation while her pussy clenched. She knew what was coming.

‘Lazing around stuffing themselves, I see,’ said the one in the lime green shirt, grinning hugely.

‘I’m not sure if that’s allowed,’ said his companion in pink mischievously.

‘Aren’t we the ones meant to stuff their kind?’ said Yellow, making a feeble joke as he tried to sound assured.

They’re beginners like us, Mel thought.

‘Do you think you’ve got something to stuff them with?’ Green wondered.

‘Oh, I’ve got something good,’ said Pink, pushing his hips forward.

‘They’ve got to let us do this, right?’ Yellow asked anxiously.

‘They’ve got to do whatever we tell them,’ said Green. ‘They’ve got to obey free men. That’s what they teach them at school.’

‘But they don’t belong to us…’

‘If they belong to the school they belong to everybody. They’ve got no day pass fobs so they’re not protected.’ He looked down at the girls sternly. ‘Put your arms behind your backs,’ he commanded.

Mel, Cam and Bolt obeyed. It was true. They were Gryndstone schoolgirls. They were there to serve and obey.

‘See. Now we have some fun…’

The boys clipped their wrist cuffs together. Pulling the girls’ heads up by their hair they took up the red ball gags that had been dangling almost unnoticed on their collars all morning and pushed them into their mouths. Then they threw the girls down on their backs on their mats.

‘Spread those legs wider, gyns,’ Green said, kicking at their feet.

Automatically Mel, Cam and Bolt presented themselves as they had been taught at school, spreading their thighs wide and flat and bending their knees so they exposed their groins to the maximum. Their smooth ringed mounds stood out proudly between the big tendons of their thighs with their ringed clefts already beginning to part wide as they pulsed with newly stirred arousal.

‘Oh… wow,’ Yellow said.

The boys hesitated, licking their lips at the sight, suddenly seeming less assured than they had at first. Their manner was awkward and a little old-fashioned. Was that the style in Shackleswell? For all their outward show they were not experienced. How many girls had they had in their power like this before, Mel wondered.

However base animal instinct ensured they would not falter now. They pulled the flaps of their trousers wide, freeing slim, stiff young cocks that seemed to spring to attention. Then they practically threw themselves down on their captives, thrusting their straining penises wildly about, sliding their shafts through the girls’ slots before finding the mouths of their vaginas.

Pink mounted Bolt while Green slid into Cam. Yellow shirt grasped Mel’s hips and rammed his cock into her passage without any concern for her comfort. She expected nothing less.

After hardly more than a minute of frantic pounding into the girls’ groins that set their breasts jiggling, the boys spilt their seed inside them in lusty spurts. Then one by one they sagged over their captives’ sweaty bodies, panting and exultant, and lay still.

Mel squirmed under Yellow-shirt’s weight as he lay with his head pillowed on her breasts, still squeezing on his softening cock with her sheath. She found her overriding emotion was not disgust but frustration. He’d come too quickly for her. She was turning into a real slut.

Gradually the boys stirred on their living flesh mattresses and looked at each other with sheepish triumph.

‘That was incredible!’ Yellow admitted. ‘It was like… like she was sucking it out of me with her pussy. What about yours?’ he asked Green.

‘She was really hot and wet inside.’ He turned to Pink who was lying on top of Bolt. ‘What about yours?’

‘Yeah, hot too, and look at the size of her nipples.’ He tugged casually on Bolt’s rings that were standing out on the swollen peaks of her breasts. Bolt’s eyes bulged and she snivelled in pain.

Grinning hugely the boys realised they had the most perfect playthings at their mercy. They spent a minute slapping and squeezed the girls’ breasts in delight, flicking and twisting their nipple rings and watching the girls’ faces contort as they whimpered in pain.

‘Don’t they make funny noises?’ Yellow said.

‘Swap you for her next time?’ Green suggested to Pink.

‘Ughh! I’m not going in her hole now you’ve used it,’ Oink said with a shudder.

‘They’ve got other holes, you know,’ Green pointed out. ‘For a start they can suck us clean…’

The boys grinned at each other in renewed delight.

They swapped over girls and knelt across the chests of their new mounts so they could pull out their gags and push their sticky penises into their mouths for cleaning. Mel had Pink’s shaft in hers and she tasted Bolt’s juices on it as she sucked it clean. Just treat it like a feeding phallus, Mel thought.

Under their ministrations the boys’ cocks swiftly revived and stiffened again as only young cocks could. In a few minutes they were grasping the girls by the hair and grinding their faces into their groins as they thrust clumsily into their throats.

‘I’m going to…. come in her mouth…’ Yellow gasped as he

‘She’ll swallow it down,’ Oink groaned. ‘They like the taste…’

The boys spouted again, nearly choking the girls in the process, but obediently they swallowed it down. It was instinctive. Sperm must not be wasted.

When the boys had recovered they climbed off their chests and pushed the gags back into the girls’ mouths. Their cocks lolled semi-hard and shiny.

‘That was… amazing,’ Yellow panted. ‘They just lap it up.’

‘Can you do it once more?’ Green panted. ‘Then that’d mean we’ve done the set.’

‘You mean up their bottom holes?’ said Pink. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Are they clean up there?’ Yellow asked.

‘Of course,’ Green assured him. ‘They’re flushed out and greased several times a day. It’s what their bum holes are made for.’

‘But they’re smaller than their pussy holes. Won’t it hurt them?’

‘What does that matter?’

Nothing, Mel thought.

They rolled the girls over onto their stomachs to survey their final goals. They handled them almost as though they were inanimate objects. They were not remotely interested in their feelings. All they were to them were pleasurable mute female bodies conveniently at their disposal.

Curiously they pulled their bottom cheeks wide to study the tightly puckered anuses deep in their buttock valleys. Sensitised by their anal training, their glistening orifices clenched and pouted at the boys under the stimulation from their curious fingering, much to their amusement.

‘I know, before we use their bums we’ve got to spank them to make them open up properly,’ Green said. ‘It’s what they expect.’

‘But we didn’t bring a cane,’ Pink pointed out.

They found some dead twigs under the trees that they could bundle up into workable birch lashes. They pulled girls up onto their knees with their faces on the ground and bottoms raised and took turns moving between them and swiping the lashes across the posterior of their choice. They chuckled as they made them frantically bob and weave about. The twigs not only scored their shivering buttocks but their vulvas as they pouted from between their thighs, still leaking fluid from their first usage.

The moans of the girls and the scarlet blush spreading across their bottoms filled the boys with sadistic delight and renewed vigour. Their cocks, bobbing freely in front of their trousers, grew hard once more. Throwing their lashes aside they plunged into the welcoming hot tightness of their mounts

Mel found herself sighing with relief as Green’s shaft slid up inside her rectum and she clenched on it gratefully. Better a cock up her rear than a stinging scratchy birch lashing any day, though the pain had its uses and now a little sodomy was what she needed to… ahhhh… she came at last.

When they were done and finally spent, the boys sagged across their mounts while they recovered.

‘These three are well stuffed,’ Green declared, lightly slapping Mel’s bottom as she curled up limply under him dribbling about her gag. ‘They’ve been bloody good rides.’

The other two murmured agreement, gazing down appreciatively at the sweaty bodies under them. Reluctantly they withdrew their by now soft penises from their clenching anal rings, trailing sticky threads after them. Kneeling over the girls’ heads they wiped their shafts clean on their hair and then tucked their members away.

Pink glanced over the girls’ half eaten lunches. ‘Maybe we should let them get back to feeding.’

‘Or,’ Green said with a grin, surveying the contents of the open lunchboxes and the girls’ still upturned haunches, ‘let’s leave them properly stuffed, sort of something to remember us by.’

‘Talking about remembering, don’t forget the tokens,’ said Pink.

‘I know the rule,’ Green said. ‘They can have both at the same time.’

He took three slave tokens from his pocket and pushed one each into Mel, Cam and Bolt’s still wet and distended vaginas. ‘That is for your trouble,’ he said slowly and formally.

Then the boys forced unpeeled bananas into their slots, pushing the tokens all the way up them until only the stalks showed between their lips. The girls groaned as their sore passages were so roughly plugged.