Testers (2 page)

Chapter 3

Thirteen days later,
Claire was back at the office with a suitcase containing clothes, cosmetics and toiletries. After the interview she had completed a detailed questionnaire about her physical size, her diet, her health, her sexual preferences and inclinations, her hopes and her desires. She was told not to be coy with her answers but answer all the questions as honestly as possible. Was she submissive or domineering? Was she attracted by the idea of anal sex? Did she consider that mild pain would enhance a sexual experience? Was she ever attracted to other women? On a scale of one to five, Claire filled all the answers to these sexually intrusive questions as three. Had Claire ever thought what it would be like to be with another woman? Of course she had. And what about anal sex? Dave had never once mentioned anal sex or even touched her there. Nobody had. But had she ever considered it? Well, yes; she had considered it, and some dark lonely nights she might have wriggled about a bit wondering what it would be like. She might even have pushed a well lubricate hair brush handle into herself. Yes, alright, she had pushed the hairbrush into herself – she had to know in case some-one ever wanted to do it for real – and it felt exciting. She remembered a strange taste in her mouth; can some-one taste excitement?

In the waiting room were the three other girls. Like her they were about twenty five and all cast in the same mould as far as body shape went. They were all about five foot seven, slim waists with broadish hips, long legs and substantial busts. Laura was Scottish with flaming red hair flowing down over her shoulders, Rosa was African with high cheek bones and thick dark hair, and Nita was Indian with long, glossy brown hair. And there was Claire with blond, shoulder length hair, fair skin and freckles. Claire smiled at them all and introduced herself shyly, and they all sat back pretending to read magazines and avoiding eye contact.

“Good morning, Ladies,” said Ian smiling as he entered with Sarah. “We just have some formalities to complete first in the form of contracts and consent agreements, then there’s a car to transport you all to our country facility in Herefordshire where the trials will actually take place. Sarah will be going with you to make sure you’re all settled in and prepared. I shall be coming over in the morning to observe the start of tomorrow’s trials." Ian paused for breath and scanned the expectant faces before him, each face showing excitement and apprehension in equal measure. "These trials are scheduled to last four weeks but if all goes well, they should finish well before that, which should work out nicely. In exactly four weeks time we have an important customer coming to inspect the new equipment and we're anxious that everything is ready for him. Please note that now is the last opportunity you will have to communicate with anyone until the trials have been completed. If there are no questions, I hope you all have a happy and rewarding time with us and I will see you again soon.”

“This way please Ladies,” said Sarah and led them from the room. For the occasion, Sarah wore a mid length leather skirt with high black boots, a white blouse and a leather waist cincher that had the effect of enhancing her bust. The contracts they were all given said that they understood that the contract period was mandatory – they were committing themselves to the whole month whatever they thought after the first day, and that they all understood that this was going to be a series of trials designed to assess their responses to certain sexual stimuli. Furthermore, they would have no control regarding the type or application of the stimuli, or its duration. Everybody read all the contracts and everybody signed without a murmur.

The ride to Herefordshire was in the back of a limousine that could easily accommodate the five women and, egged on by Sarah, the girls were encouraged to chat about their lives. Rosa, the black girl, was born in the UK and came from a well off family who lived in Leicester. She’d had a private education and had completed the first part of her training to become a doctor. Laura came from Edinburgh and had completed her education at Edinburgh University studying music. She’d been accepted by a Northern Orchestra to play fourth violin. Nita had come to England from Mumbai when she was fourteen and lived with an uncle; her parents were still back in India. She hadn’t been to university, but was obviously well schooled back in India because her accent was refined and she carried herself with poise. She’d done some modelling work and was hopeful of more. Sarah said that Ian started the company eight years previously, and the outlook was rosy; sales were booming and the new lines should see them break through into the premier end of the business where the opportunities were greater and the profits were bigger.

The ‘country facility’, when they arrived, was a small, private country estate in about a hundred acres of pastures and woodland. It was an old, Victorian house with a large conservatory, an orangery, walled vegetable garden, and fishing lake; all very tranquil. There were four maids, a butler, a cook, some garden staff, and two technicians to help Mike conduct the trials. The girls were shown to their rooms, large bedrooms with large four poster beds and en suite bathrooms, and invited to join Sarah, Mike and the technicians for lunch in the dining room. Claire couldn’t believe this was happening to her. One moment she was in a crumby little bed sit in London and the next she was living in luxury on an estate in Hereford; it was like one of her dreams. But she knew that after lunch, the dreams would take on a different and surreal character as the trials begun.

Nita and Laura were each allocated a technician, Rosa got Sarah, which left Mike responsible for Claire. Claire blushed and looked away when the pairings were announced and then each pair disappeared to prepare for the start of the trials. Claire followed Mike along a corridor and into a smaller room with large windows over looking the gardens.

He looked at her with those surreal eyes and said “Please remove all of your clothes.”

The request was so sudden that Claire froze, eventually managing to mumble “Oh! Ummm, shouldn’t there be a lady present?”

Mike looked amused. “Claire. If you’re concerned about that at this stage, you’re going to be quite uncomfortable for the rest of the trials.”

Of course, when she thought about it, Claire must have been expecting it, but it still came as a shock. She stood open mouthed looking at Mike, who just looked back and said nothing more. Claire mentally shook herself and removed her jacket, her blouse, her skirt and her shoes. Then, wearing the silk lingerie that she’d bought for herself, including the suspender belt and lacy stockings, she looked again at Mike. Mike still said nothing, so Claire slowly and carefully removed the rest. She stood rather self-consciously before Mike with her hands held loosely in front of her pubis and her nipples beginning to harden. They were large nipples, nipples you’re only supposed to have after you’ve breast fed an infant for perhaps a year or two, but Claire was blessed with them now.

“The first task is to remove the body hair from your mons. I’ll use an epilator so it’ll take a while to grow back. Please lay on the bench.” It was phrased like a request but it wasn’t one really. Mike did not expect any argument and Claire meekly complied, lying back as he removed all trace of hair from her pubis. She touched her naked skin and was amazed how sensitive it felt. Mike then gave Claire a pair of lacy hold up stockings and thigh length boots with four inch heels to put on and then produced steel cuffs that fitted Claire’s wrists and ankles, and a steel collar for her neck. All these items came with D links for further attachments and all clicked as they were locked into place.

“Hands behind your back.” There was no please that time. The cuffs were clipped together with a small padlock. “Now fold your arms up between your shoulder blades.” Mike wrapped two leather belts about Claire, one below and one above her breasts, binding her arms tightly to her body and forcing her breasts forward.

Claire watched herself in the full length mirror and couldn’t believe how sexy she looked – like a fetishist’s dream. “Bend over the edge of that table,” came the next instruction and Claire slowly stood against the table’s edge and leant forward. Mike disappeared into the next room and returned carrying a leather and steel device that appeared to be some sort of chastity belt. As he drew nearer Claire saw the two phalli standing erect from the steel crotch strap and snapped to attention. “Bend over,” said Mike again and Claire just stared and shook her head. Unfazed, Mike produced a short length of chain and snapped the end to the link on the front of Claire’s collar and pulled her forward until he could snap the other end to a ring on the wall behind the table.

“Nooo!” wailed Claire as Mike knelt and attached a chain that was already fixed to a table leg to one of Claire’s ankle cuffs, and told Claire to spread her legs so that he could attach the other. Claire shook her head again and Mike opened a drawer, withdrew a leather paddle and slapped it hard on Claire’s arse cheek. Claire yelped and realised straight away that this was one argument she was not going to win, so she slid the free ankle towards the other table leg.

“That’s better, Claire,” said Mike sweetly and slowly run a finger up the length of Claire’s labial lips. They were very wet. “Well, we hardly need any lubrication, but I’ll use some anyway,” and he spread a slippery jelly over Claire’s vulva and anus, making sure that plenty went inside both. Claire had never experienced anything like this before and couldn’t help a low moan and she swivelled her hips as Mike touched and probed. “Now for the fun bit. You’ll find these are motorised in more ways than one, but not yet,” and he pressed the short, stubby phallus with a bulbous head against Claire’s anus. Claire was not going to let it in, but he was patient and by keeping up a steady pressure, Claire’s anus slowly dilated and, to the accompaniment of another yelp, the phallus popped inside. It was much easier feeding the long, thick phallus into Claire’s pussy despite the fact that Claire was moaning loudly and thrashing around. The belt fitted tightly between her legs with a bump on the inside nestling against Claire’s clitoris and bumps on the underside where the phalli were positioned. Mike pulled the front up over Claire’s belly and it spread to form a tightly fitting corset six inches deep about her waist. A narrow belt went up the back between her arse cheeks and the whole ratcheted together until it was tight. The only way to remove the device now was with the appropriate key. Mike undid the chains to the table legs and Claire closed her legs together, so he fixed a six inch hobble chain between them. Then he released Claire’s neck so she could stand erect.

My God, what have I got myself into?
thought Claire as she saw herself in the mirror. The phalli locked inside her felt huge and she tentatively took a few short steps. It was a strange gait; she would have walked with her legs wide apart but the hobble chain precluded that, so instead the mass of the phalli pressed against her muscles as she stepped. “This way,” said Mike and Claire was horrified to realise that the other staff would now see her like this. Mike wielded the paddle and Claire hurried to comply, hobbling down the corridor towards the large sitting room at the end. The room was empty and Mike left Claire standing by the great fireplace with its oak logs smouldering warmly.

It wasn’t much later that the door opened again and Nita hobbled in, dressed exactly like Claire. Nita had large conical breasts, firmer than Claire’s, and they had large, dark nipples. Nita looked at Claire and moved towards the window.

Next in was Rosa and she stood with heavy, hanging breasts and high, protruding arse cheeks. She hobbled across the room towards Nita and her breasts swung as she moved. She got about fifteen feet from Nita and stopped short, her eyes staring at Nita. Nita was also transfixed and looked first at Rosa and then at Claire.

A minute later Laura entered, her smaller, pert breasts jiggling as she wiggled her way across the room towards the fireplace and Claire. When she was fifteen feet from Claire she stopped dead and Claire gasped. The phalli within her had started moving; the one in her arse was slowly turning, tracing an off-centre circle and pulling and pushing at her anal ring with every revolution. The one in her pussy was also rotating, but this was awkwardly articulated and wobbled within her as it slowly turned. Claire could only presume that the other girls were feeling the same thing. After a minute or two, Laura looked at Claire and took a tentative pace towards her; the speed in the phalli slightly increased. Laura moved again, and now the front phallus was beginning to snake about within Claire and she thought she might have to sit down. Laura was beginning to wobble a bit, but took another pace; she was now about eight feet from Claire and Claire’s knees buckled and she flopped to the ground.

Nita and Rosa had been watching Claire and Laura as if hypnotised, their hips very slowly gyrating. Rosa looked at Nita and hobbled towards her, her breasts swinging from side to side in order to balance her body with her arms bound tight between her shoulders. Nita started to tremble and was shaking her head and saying “Nooo!” With some difficulty, she hobbled away from the approaching Rosa and, by default, towards the fireplace. Laura, was now six feet from Claire and with a high pitched gasp sank to her knees on the rug, causing Claire to draw her legs up to try and quell the movements within. At six feet, the vibrators started.