Testers (10 page)

Chapter
15

Ian watched as the shepherd physically shook Claire, its probes sunk deep into both ends of her body and her breasts locked into the plastic cups by the suction as the machine pulled at her long teats. Claire seemed oblivious to what was happening, lost in a world where reality consists only of those senses that drive her libido, the ones that were themselves being driven way past overload.

Ian’s phone rang. “She’s in your office,” said Mike’s voice and then the line went dead. Ian looked about him for Sarah; of course, she wasn’t in sight. He’d just been told where she was and he hurriedly turned and walked back towards the house. Mike was waiting for him by the main entrance and said how he’d watched as she entered his office and slowly closed the door.

They made their way along the corridor and Ian quietly opened the office and entered. “Hello Sarah. What are you doing?”

Sarah jumped and spun round, her little orange lipstick in her hand. “Ian. Mike. Err, I was just checking something. I thought you were watching the shepherds. I was just looking up the specs for the belts; we have a big order in you know and I wasn’t sure…”

“And the camera?”

Sarah looked at her hand as if she’d not noticed it before. “It’s not what you think. They made me do it. They said they’d hurt me if I didn’t.”

“And who’s ‘they’ and what do they want?”

“I don’t know. They just approached me in a bar in London. I don’t know who they are. They wanted pictures of the designs.”

Mike had made his way around the far side of the office whilst Ian had been talking to approach Sarah from the other side and now spoke for the first time. “The thing is, Sarah, we don’t believe you.”

“What are you going to do? I haven’t done anything. Nothing is missing. Please, I’ll just go and you’ll never see me again. Please!”

“Well, first we’d like the truth and the only way we can be sure of that is by using a motivator.”

“No. You can’t. I won’t allow it,” and Sarah tried to push passed Ian to the door, but Mike was too quick and grabbed hold of her arms. Before Sarah could react Ian had snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists behind her back and her options were rapidly shrinking.

Mike pulled a ‘smart’ collar from his pocket and locked it about Sarah’s neck. “Are you going to co-operate or shall we restrain you?” By way of an answer, Sarah aimed a kick at Mike but her long pencil skirt rather inhibited her movement and, instead, she nearly fell over. “Let’s take her to my office,” and the two men frog marched Sarah along the corridor and into Mike’s room. There he clipped a chain to her collar and hooked it onto the wall shackle the far side of his work bench stretching Sarah across the surface of the bench. Both Mike and Ian grabbed an ankle each and locked about them cuffs complete with trailing chains. Then they looked at each other. They were kneeling on the floor each side of Sarah’s legs. Her legs were encased in thigh length black leather boots with four inch heels and the top of the boots disappeared under the hem of her grey, knee length pencil skirt. From their vantage point on the floor they could just see Sarah’s backside folded over the edge of the desk. There was no way to spread her legs open with the skirt in place so they pushed it up her thighs with their free hands, revealing in turn the top of the boots, the top of her black stockings held in place by lacy suspenders, the milky white of her thighs and finally the smooth, white arse cheeks with the back of a black lace thong trapped between them, its little pouch concealing her vulva and anus. Sarah shrieked as her legs were pulled apart and chained to the legs of the desk to either side.

“Very pretty dear,” said Ian as he laid a hand on her arse bobbing about in the air behind her.

“Go fuck yourself,” was her response.

Mike produced a pair of scissors and snipped through the back and waist band of the thong and pulled the tattered remnants away with a flourish to reveal the dark puckered rim of her anus and, below it, the flushed, pink lips of her pussy glistening with anticipatory lubrication. “It looks like she’s expecting us,” said Mike, and he slowly trickled his fingers along the length of her cleft until they vibrated over her clitoris and his thumb slipped deep inside her.

“Nooo. Please don’t,” said Claire as mike removed his hand and picked up a motivator. He flipped it open and fed the shaft into her open pussy. It slipped in easily and, when it was buried to the hilt, Mike snapped it closed and it clicked ominously.

“Calibrating…” said a voice inside Sarah’s head. “Operational.” Sarah lay limply across the top of the desk whilst Mike and Ian unlocked the chains from her ankles and collar, and removed the handcuffs; there was now no need of such restraints. She slowly rose and looked down at the motivator locked over her pubis. She tentatively took hold of it and tried to wiggle it free, but it wouldn’t budge, so she pulled down the hem of her skirt and smoothed it against her thighs. Then she looked up at Mike and Ian, tears just beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

“Who’s involved in this plot?” asked Ian.

“Just Rosa and I,” said Sarah.

“What were your intentions? What were you going to do with the pictures?”

“I was just going to sell them back to you. I didn’t mean to… Arggggh!” Sarah collapsed in a little heap on the floor with her hands clasped between her legs.

“Stand up,” said Ian and she quickly unfurled and stood erect. “What were you going to do if I didn’t pay?”

“Publish them on the internet.”

“So that I couldn’t patent them?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any other company property in your possession?”

“No.”

“Okay. Stand there while we think,” and Ian and Mike moved to the window to discuss their options.

“I’d rather not involve the police; they don’t have a lot of sympathy for our research and can make life difficult here. On the other hand, we can’t just let them go. They could have destroyed this company.”

“I promise I….Argggggh!”

Mike and Ian looked round at Sarah trembling against the edge of the table, then turned back and continued their deliberations.

“We could sell them to the Arabs. Perhaps we could come to some arrangement where we can use them to test future products.” Both Mike and Ian turned to look at Sarah and she was staring at them, eyes and mouth open wide, slowly shaking her head.

They turned away and grinned at each other. Ian said “If we finish the trials using Sarah and Rosa, then we could allow them to just leave. I’m sure they’d not cause any further problems.” They turned again to look at Sarah and she was nodding her head vigorously.

“Well…” said Mike, feigning indecision. “If they do cause further trouble, I suppose we could always resort to the Arab white slave solution.”

“Okay. It’s agreed then. We use Sarah and Rosa to finish our trials and, assuming all goes as planned, we allow them to slip off at the end of the tests, say 3 weeks or so from now.” Sarah had her eyes closed and was still nodding.

“Best get you ready to join the others with the shepherd then,” said Mike to Sarah. “Strip!”

Sarah’s eyes flew open but she immediately started to unbuckle her waist cincher. Next came the white silk blouse to show a white lace bra with half cups supporting her soft white breasts. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shrugging her shoulders from the straps and her tits swung free, their nipples springing to attention. Wordlessly she looked at Mike and Ian and unzipped her skirt at the waist, wiggling it over her hips and sliding it down her long, stocking clad thighs before carefully stepping from it. Once again the motivator was revealed nestled between her legs and clasped tightly over her pubis.

Mike handed her a ring gag and Sarah wiggled it between her teeth and buckled it behind her neck. “Tighter!” said Mike and she pulled the buckle up a hole.

“Boots,” said Ian. “Leave the stockings on; they look quite decorative.” Sarah sat on the edge of the bench and unlaced her boots, pulling them from her feet and then stood once more before the men. Mike wrapped the mittens and sheaths about her arms and locked the broad cuffs to her wrists. Then he got her to kneel and folded her legs into the back pair of steel sheaths before buckling them tightly about the top of her thighs. It took only a minute or two to clip the rods between her wrists and her knees and Sarah was reduced to the status of a sheep, only able to move around on hands and knees and unable to speak. Mike unlocked and removed the collar from around her neck and then pushed a key into the underside of the motivator. It opened with a click and he withdrew the glistening shaft from her as she shuddered. He knelt behind her and lubricated her pussy and anus well as she looked at him over her shoulder, and then he rose.

Sarah looked up at Mike with her mouth held open wide and a resigned expression in her eyes. “There you go,” he said. “You are now fully available for whatever should come your way. Now run along and play with your friends out on the field.”

She seemed reluctant to move and, instead, slowly turned around and experimentally moved an arm to see how far it would go. Not very far was the answer – just enough to allow her to crawl about on her hands and knees. Just then the door eased open and two radio controlled vehicles spilled in, their cattle prods waving in front of them. Sarah squeaked as they moved behind her and started to drive her through the door. Sarah stood her ground, watching the vehicle to her right as it stood motionless with its prod quivering. The other one darted in on her left and its prod touched the top of her thigh. Sarah shrieked and scampered through the open door with her breasts swinging beneath her and the ‘sheep dogs’ hard on her tail.

Ian looked at Mike and smiled. “Well. It looks like now it only remains for us to go and enjoy the fun.”

Chapter
16

After an unknown time interval, Claire was aware that she was no longer held. She was alone in a field on her hands and knees and nothing was touching her. She looked up surprised to see the others all watching her, some with concern; one just with fascination.

Rosa knew she was going to be next and watched as the dome slept and the other sheep huddled together. Then something started happening back at the house. Another sheep was being herded across the courtyard by two sheep dogs and another shepherd was slowly emerging from the doorway. Claire looked on at Sarah; she had been stripped of her fine clothes and fitted with the same restraints as the other girls, and she looked terrified. Behind her the two sheep dogs were biting at her heels and the shepherd was gliding slowly but inexorably towards her. It took ten minutes before Sarah was driven to join the others and another five before the second shepherd joined them. Rosa was becoming more and more agitated and trying to escape the group, but she had no chance. The sheep dogs let her get about fifty yards away before they drove her back and she looked with pleading eyes at Sarah who just slowly shook her head.

Then the first shepherd awoke and both Rosa and Sarah became prey. Sarah tried to brave the electric prods but she was unable to move fast enough and after she’d been shocked a few times she seemed to cave in. Inevitably, both Sarah and Rosa got caught by the claws and their bodies became overwhelmed by the probes and suckers. As they trembled in the grip of the shepherds, Ian and Mike wandered out onto the field and removed Claire’s gag and bindings, allowing her to stand. They then did the same to a somewhat confused Laura and Nita.

“My God! Look at them,” said Nita and Claire stared as Rosa and Sarah knelt almost head to head, both quivering with the sensory overload. But that is not what had shocked Nita: both Rosa and Sarah had swollen abdomens; more than that, their bellies were drooping and throbbing. They were actually bouncing up and down and sending vibrations which run up their sides to theirs waists. “What’s happening to them?”

“The shepherds have a water fill and drain system similar to the enema suits, but they go a bit further in that they can make the water pulsate within the ‘victim’. If the water hits its resonant frequency, that’s what happens; their whole body starts to pulsate and their bellies bounce up and down.”

“Will they be alright?” asked Claire.

“Oh, I should think so. They may become a bit disorientated after an hour or so but they’ll be fine tomorrow when they’ll have lots of free time to ponder their situation as they drag their water trolleys around behind them.”