Irontown 1: Student Maids (3 page)

Melanie was still trying to gather her thoughts and his words seemed unreal. ‘Yes… no. You’re sentencing me to be a… sex slave?’

‘That is a very crude word for what you are now, 157,’ said Gouge. ‘Instead of throwing your life away you will become a productive part of this town: a cog of flesh within its social and commercial machinery.’ He addressed Colter and Mattock. ‘Take this unit to Gryndstone School.’ He rapped his gavel again. ‘My judgement is concluded.’

The screen went dark.

Chapter Two

Mel hung trembling in the Frame of Truth, gazing blankly at the dead screen. Her breasts, bottom and groin simmered and stung while her anus ached from clenching the rod inside her. The label bearing her new name felt strange and tight across her forehead. Yet her physical discomforts paled before the turmoil in her mind. Part of her wanted to rage and scream at what she had suffered but fear and shock held it in check. She could not accept this perverted new reality into which she had been plunged. It was utterly beyond anything she had experienced before and she had never felt so wretched and confused.

She was shaken out of her daze by Colter slapping her cheek again.

‘Listen to me, 157,’ he said sternly. ‘We’ll be taking you to Gryndstone in a little while and they’ll teach you how to serve properly, give pleasure and act respectfully. But your education in city ways starts here. Now you’ve been sentenced we can do what we like with you, do you understand?’

A cold hand seemed to close about her heart as she nodded mechanically.

‘And what we’d like to do is screw you. Nothing strange about that. You’re a pretty girl and we’d enjoy it. That’s what you’re for. Lots of other men in Shackleswell are going to be doing the same to you soon enough so there’s no point putting it off. Actually we’re doing you a favour and getting what you fear worst out of the way. You’re frightened, right?’ Mel nodded again. ‘Well that’s perfectly normal and breaking you in quickly will make everything that comes later a bit easier. It might hurt more but nothing will be as bad as your first time. Trust me. We’ve had plenty of girls through here and we know how it works…’

They turned the Frame of Truth round, rotating it about some hidden pivot and Mel saw the room in which it rested properly for the first time. ‘Welcome to our interrogation suite…’

It was a windowless room with several doors opening off it. Resting against the walls were racks, trestles and even what looked like folding gibbets. Between them were racks of straps, chains, lashes and an intimidating number of sex toys of every shape and size. Perhaps most sinister of all, in the middle of the room, was a solid black wooden table shaped like an “X” hung about its sides with heavy straps.

‘You’ll get used to being around this sort of equipment,’ Mattock said. ‘Shackleswell girls feel right at home here.’

Mel opened her mouth to protest but then realised it was pointless. What she felt no longer mattered. She was just a numbered slave. Even her name had been taken from her. A strange sense of hopeless resignation seemed to be enfolding her like a blanket and she wrapped herself in it with perverse relief. Yes, please, just do what you want to me! Just get it over with!

Mattock unfolded a waist-high trestle from the wall. It had a very narrow black vinyl padded top, almost like a thick plank on edge and four splayed legs fitted with heavy straps.

They unclamped Mel from the frame. She was too numb to resist and in any case her legs were so weak they had to half-carry her over to the trestle. ‘Bend over, face down,’ Colter commanded.

Mel rested her stomach along the trestle top and laid her arms and legs against the sides of its supporting struts. It pressed into her sternum while her breasts hung down on either side of its main beam. Her knees bent slightly and her hands did not touch the ground, while her head and bottom overhung the ends.

Colter and Mattock strapped her wrists and ankles to the sides of the legs and then added more straps across her elbows and thighs. An extra strap went over the small of her back, pressing her stomach down against the top edge. She was bound to the device so tightly she could only move her head and flex her fingers and toes.

There was a pair of weighted chains with crocodile-clip ends looped under the trestle top. These they clamped to her nipples, dragging them out into pink cones and making her wince.

They took off their uniform jackets, hanging them up beside the rack of lashes, then they peeled open their flies. There were no visible zips or buttons. Flaps of overlapping fabric opened down the front seam that was far deeper than a normal fly and ran back between their legs. The halves pulled wide, folding back neatly and exposing their genitals, which then slid easily through the triangular opening and hung freely in front of their trousers.

Mel shuddered as she saw their cocks were already swelling and rising in anticipation of that they were going to do to her. They were deliberately showing themselves off. She felt revolted but she could not take her eyes off their thick penises and heavy hairy testicles. They were the symbols of their absolute power over her: the power to penetrate her like swords of flesh. How much would it hurt to have them inside her?

‘Better get used to the sight of these as well,’ Mattock advised her, stroking his by now stiff penis. ‘You’ll be seeing plenty more of them in Shackleswell.’

From the rack of lashes they took down what looked like flyswatters with black rubber blades and swished them experimentally through the air.

Mel whimpered and tugged at her straps. ‘Please don’t beat me! I’ll try to please you but don’t hit me.’ She was appalled at how craven she sounded.

‘You learn that a bit of pain spices up the pleasure,’ Colter said. ‘These’ll sting but they won’t cut your skin. You’ll have far worse in future so you might as well get a taste for it now. After the way you came on the Frame you can take it.’

It was true she had orgasmed. What did that say about her?

Colter moved round to stand behind Mel looking at her bottom raised in the air, at her splayed legs and exposed pubes. Reaching under the end of the trestle he drew out a pair of chains with sprung clamps on their ends. Winding them about the outside of her thighs he pinched her thick soft love-lips between thumb and forefinger and closed the clamps about them. Mel winced as they pulled tight, drawing her tender sex-lips wide and exposing her inner valley to his eyes and everything it contained. Her clitoris was swelling again. Why did it do that?

Meanwhile Mattock was standing in front of her and her wide eyes were following the bobbing of his penis head as though she was hypnotised. Attached to the front of the trestle by a length of fine chain was a rubber ring with two T-bars extending off opposite sides. Mattock took it up, pried her mouth open and pushed it between her teeth. The ring went under her tongue while the bars slid between her jaws, pushing them wide. The crosspieces nestled against the inside of her cheeks, holding the ring in place.

‘Don’t want you biting,’ Mattock said. ‘Ever given a man oral before?’

Numbly Mel shook her head.

‘I’ve got a virgin hole here,’ he remarked.

Colter had been feeling Mel’s sex, sliding his stiff fingers further up inside her, thumbing her clitoris and making her shudder. The feeling she had on the frame was returning. How could she possibly respond the same way so soon?

‘This has been used but she’s tight,’ Colter observed. ‘I don’t think this little cog’s had the polish worn off her yet. She’s as wet as a slut can get and her clit’s up.’

‘Told you she was a natural,’ said Mattock. He took hold of Mel by her hair and pulled her head up, positioning the purple plum of his shaft before her face so she had to stare at its single slotted eye. ‘You suck and lick this as hard as you can and when I come you swallow it all down, got that?’

They were giving her instructions on how she was to degrade herself! She nodded.

He rammed his shaft between her parted lips and the taste of a man filled Mel’s mouth for the first time. At the same moment Colter took hold of her hips and forced his shaft into her vagina.

She was skewered between them, rocking with their thrusts, snatching breaths while being half choked by Mattock’s cockhead while Colter’s cock was pumping into her sore vagina. Mel had only had intercourse half a dozen times before and now she was taking two men inside her at once. She did not really know what she was doing only that the sooner they came the sooner it would be over. Clumsily she began to squeeze and suck on both shafts. It was a surprise to find she could suck with her vagina but it seemed to be happening.

Her world shrunk to encompass her bound body and the two men apparently trying to ram their straining penises as deep as possible inside her until they met in the middle. She closed her eyes, forgetting about the men and concentrated only on their cocks. They were like hard fleshy snakes, writhing and slithering and pounded away inside her.

The pumping motion set the trestle creaking. Chains jingled and her breasts began to bob and sway in heavy liquid motion. Slowly the weights hanging from her nipples began to swing in time, tugging on her tender flesh.

Then the men began to use their paddles. Colter swiped his blade across her haunches while Mattock attacked her breasts, beating them against the sides of the trestle beam. Her resilient flesh flattened and then sprang back. Her nipples chains danced a jig under her.

Mel almost choked on his shaft as she tried to cry out and she writhed and jerked at her straps. But her feelings meant nothing. Faster and faster the blows fell. She was like a horse being whipped along to the winning post. She was crying but she kept on sucking. It was all she could do. The blows hurt and yet did not hurt. It was unspeakably cruel to use her like this but it began not to matter because she knew there was a reward at the finish. The knot in her stomach was no longer fear but something equally primeval and as hard to control and it pulsed and grew until she felt she was going to burst.

Suddenly hot male seed was spouting in both her mouths and it was revolting and she was swallowing it down hungrily. Then a new starburst of pleasure exploded in her brain and tore through her straining body.

The flesh snakes went limp as she drained them of their desire and Mel sagged across the trestle. She was saturated with a pink mist of pleasure even as she was confused and sickened by what she had done. She felt the men resting their hands on her waist and buttocks as they recovered from their exertions. Mattock’s softening cock was still lodged in her mouth while Colter’s cock was still snug in her vagina. They were in no hurry to pull them out. Why should they be? Sperm and her juices began to dribble onto the padding of the trestle top.

After a minute Mel heard Colter sigh and say with some satisfaction: ‘I think SPRING 157 is going to do fine in Shackleswell.’

‘I think she will to,’ Mattock agreed.

Chapter Three

Ten minutes later, with her head hung in shame, Mel stumbled after Mattock and Colter as they led her through to the back of the police station. The ball gag was back in her mouth, her wrists were strapped behind her back and a choke chain enclosed her neck in its warning grip. She was leashed like a dog and would go where her masters led her.

Mel’s pussy ached, her breasts and bottom smarted, her thighs were slippery with their discharge and she could still taste Mattock’s sperm in her mouth. Yet now the men were making nothing of it, passing casual remarks as though it was all perfectly normal to lead a naked, freshly-raped girl along by a chain down a corridor of their police station.

She wanted to hate them for what they had done to her, yet they had been so honest about it she felt even more confused instead. Was it possible they really did believe they had been cruel to be kind? The rules here were different. Had it all been perfectly legal and proper and was she the one out of step? A judge had passed a sentence upon her and she had been brought up to respect the law. But that could not make what they had done fundamentally right, only that in this city it was apparently permissible. And this was the place she was expected to serve in as a slave.

At some point Mel knew she would cry over what had been done to her that morning. It had been too strange and frightening and intense not to. But she would not do it in front of Colter and Mattock. It was possibly the last shred of control she had left over her life.

An outer doorway opened directly into the covered car stand. Mel cringed as a couple of uniformed officers strode past. They nodded at Colter and Mattock and glanced appreciatively at Mel but showed no surprise at the sight of her naked and leashed. God, they really were all part of it, she thought.

Colter and Mattock led her over to a plain estate car. They opened the rear hatch and Mel saw it contained a small, upright wire mesh cage. For a moment Mel thought it was for a police dog, then she realized it was just big enough to take her kneeling down.

Colter swung open the cage door, revealing it was floored with a strip of rubber matting. ‘In you get, 157,’ he said briskly.

With a lift under her bottom from Mattock, Mel scrambled over the tailgate and shuffled into the cage. Colter looped the end of her leash through the mesh and tied it off, then the door clanged shut behind her. They threw a fitted green plastic sheet over the cage to conceal her from outside view. It had narrow gauze slits let into it to let in air which also allowed her to see a little of her surroundings. The officers got in the front and drove off.