Irontown 1: Student Maids (27 page)

The bells rang and she orgasmed and everybody cheered wildly.

While she hung limp and sweaty between the posts the girls filed up and kissed her.

‘Now I understand,’ Cam said.

‘You had to go one better than me!’ Bolt said gruffly but not unkindly.

She saw only understanding and compassion in the other girls’ eyes. They accepted her. As Wire had said they were all damaged in some way. In this perverted city perhaps it was not such a sin.

Mel was freed from the confession machine. Her legs felt like rubber and Master Stapler had to hold her upright.

Bradawl said: ‘As both Spring’s chain-sisters have already made their confessions and all have achieved satisfactory grades in their classes, as well as having passed all their practical tests, I declare that this trigyn is fit to graduate from Gryndstone. They will leave this morning.’

A new murmur of surprise went up and Mel felt dizzy. They were graduating right now?

Bolt and Cam were called up to the front of the hall. Their ties were removed, their graduation medals were clipped in their places and Bradawl congratulated them. There was no sign of condemnation for what she had just admitted. They kissed the cocks of all the masters and thanked them for what they had done.

‘You will have your chance to say goodbye to our graduates in first break,’ Bradawl told the other pupils. ‘Now off to your lessons.’ The rest of the school filed out. He smiled at Mel, Bolt and Cam. ‘You are free until then. You might want to visit the washroom first.’

It was strange to be wandering about out of class while the rest of the school was at work and even stranger to be without their ties. Mel felt undressed. In the deserted washroom Mel cooled her sore breasts. The stud marks seemed to be fading already and the cane stripes were hardly worth mentioning. They were nothing to a Gryndstone pupil, except that technically she was a Gryndstone pupil no longer. Bolt and Cam were clearly desperate to hear more about her private shame but were also hesitant to ask.

‘It just happened between Maddy and me,’ Mel volunteered. ‘We knew it was wrong even if it was exactly illegal, but we couldn’t help it. It just felt so good. Then our parents caught us. They couldn’t take it. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I felt I’d started it all so I ran.’

‘That must have been terrible,’ Cam said gently.

‘But do you think it was wrong?’ Mel asked, looking at each of them doubtfully. Suddenly their understanding was very important.

‘After all my screw-ups who am I to judge?’ Bolt said, then smiled. ‘So maybe I wouldn’t have said that before I came here, but now I know screwing another girl can be, well, pretty good, I can’t say it’s wrong. As long as nobody made you do it then the moral stuff’s up to you and her.’

‘But you can’t ignore how it affects your family either,’ Cam said. ‘You know you’re going to have to work that out eventually.’

‘I know,’ Mel said. ‘It frightens me.’

‘Some day I’m going to have to make my peace with my family as well,’ Cam admitted. ‘I think confessing is a start. Do you feel better now?’

‘I think I do,’ Mel admitted.

‘I said this place was too honest,’ said Bolt. ‘Now let’s really get out of here.’

‘It’s a shame we haven’t time for proper goodbyes,’ said Cam. ‘I was looking forward to our ring on ring night.’

‘They probably want to get us away before I mess up again,’ said Bolt. ‘Can’t say I blame them. Anyway, it means we get out a day early.’

At break time Bradawl led them down the playground through a fleshy wall of ringed nipples and bare pubes as the other girls crowded round them. The wonderful warmth and smell of their perfumed bodies was almost overwhelming.

‘Keep in touch,’ Bobbin, Pin and Axle begged.

‘We will,’ Mel promised, feeling dangerously emotional and blinking back tears. Even Bolt looked a little dewy-eyed while Cam did not try to disguise her feelings. Hard nipples pressed into soft breasts as they hugged girls they had lived intimately closely with, strained and suffered beside and made love to on so many occasions. Even those fresh girls they hardly knew would be riding the same phalluses they had used in the weeks to come, which was a strange sort of continuity. Somehow it felt as though she had been at Gryndstone for years and not months. Perhaps it was the quantity and intensity of new experiences that mattered and not simply time that had passed. Mel knew Gryndstone had moulded and shaped her mind and body and her life would never be the same again.

They made their goodbyes and then passed through the green door at the bottom of the playground into Miss Trunnion’s office.

‘Here are our latest graduates, Miss Trunnion,’ said Bradawl.

‘Yes, Headmaster,’ said Miss Trunnion, misty-eyed.

‘Don’t be sad, they must move on.’

‘I know, Headmaster.’

Bradawl looked at Mel, Bolt and Cam. ‘Whatever you do next I’m sure you’re going to make Gryndstone proud of you. Only in Shackleswell will you enjoy the freedom to be what you are without shame, to serve with pride and suffer with joy. Here you will always be valued as parts of a greater whole, never forget that.’

‘No, Headmaster,’ they said together, then they all bent and kissed his cock one last time and said thank you, even Bolt.

Mel recalled how the three of them had first seen Bradawl in this office what seemed like a lifetime ago and how shocked she had been. Now she felt an absurd pang of loss at the thought of leaving his school.

Bradawl departed. Miss Trunnion sniffed and dabbed her eyes with a tissue and then said briskly: ‘I have your street clothes here…’

She brought out hangers holding three sets of grey knee-length belted coats, ankle boots, scarves and headbands. Mel had no idea they were handed out to them so soon after graduating.

‘Give me your shoes and try them on…’

They handed over their school shoes and took the coats and boots. It felt rather cloying and slightly scratchy to be wrapped in fabric, Mel thought, although her coat was softly lined. Oddly all the time she had been kept naked Mel realised she had not felt cold. No wonder Chain and Spindle had taken their coats off as soon as they got into the park.

She looked at Cam and Bolt who were hesitantly pulling on their coats. She’d never seen them dressed before, except in dog suits which hardly counted. Now the jiggle of their breasts, the hardness of their nipples and the excitement of their lovemouths was concealed. What a loss of self-expression that was. She would have to judge their mood by their faces alone.

‘We do get a few strangers in town so keep your headbands and scarves on in public,’ Miss Trunnion advised.

They covered their foreheads and collars. Now they were nameless as well.

Miss Trunnion handed them each a small purse. ‘Here are five gyntokens each pocket money, plus the ones you were given in the park.’

She also had some pamphlets for them. ‘This is the address of your gynhouse and guidebook and maps to the city to help you find your way. There’s no hurry. You don’t have to report until six. Now here’s a guide to the gyncom message board service to keep you in touch with your friends. And this is a list of further education classes and courses you might be interested in after you’ve settled down.’

‘Further education?’ Mel asked.

‘You can’t be a serving gyn all your life,’ Miss Trunnion said, sounding wistful. ‘You have to prepare for the future, but don’t let that worry you now. Right, that’s you set up.’

Suddenly she came forward and hugged each of them. ‘Sorry, but I feel like this every time girls graduate. Please visit us. We like to know how our old girls are getting on.’

Mel felt something hard under the older woman’s blouse as she hugged her. Nipple rings? Of course, “Trunnion” was a mechanical term…

Miss Trunnion recovered herself and pressed the switch under her desk and the inner door to the mews unlocked.

‘We walk out just like that?’ Bolt asked in disbelief, looking from her to the door.

‘Aren’t we escorted?’ Mel said.

‘No, you just go by yourselves,’ said Miss Trunnion. ‘It’s a nice day. Or you could go down to the station…’

‘We’ll walk,’ Bolt said quickly.

‘Goodbye and good luck…’

Hesitantly they walked out of the mews and up the lane beside the school wall until they reached the main road. Cars and people were passing by. Bolt was looking about her as though expecting trouble but nobody stopped them. It felt strange. This was not a closed park but the real world they had not set foot in for months. They could go left or right along the road. It was up to them what way they took. They could pretend the cuffs and collars under their coats were not there. This was freedom. It was a little frightening.

They walked along to stand in front of the school. It looked so innocent from the outside.

Bolt suddenly laughed. ‘They just let us out! After all those chains and straps and bars it was as easy as that! They really believe we’ll do as we’re told! They’re fu… ing crazy!’ She scowled at the school then set off down the road. ‘Come on, let’s get away from here. I don’t want to look at that place ever again.’

‘Some of it wasn’t so bad,’ Cam said as they strode along.

‘Oh, and what particular screw, caning or tit-pulling were you thinking of?’ Bolt asked sarcastically

‘I meant having friends around who accepted me… and making love to you in our cage.’

Bolt had to grin. ‘So I’m great in bed. But apart from that?’

‘Apart from that we did have some fantastic orgasms.’

Bolt did not respond. At the junction at the end of the road she studied her map.

‘What are you doing?’ Cam asked.

‘Finding the shortest way out of this town. When I’m clear I’ll find somebody who’ll give me a lift and then I’m gone.’

‘Back home?’ Cam asked.

‘Yeah, Northhampton. My home town, not this place.’

‘I didn’t know you lived in Northampton,’ Mel said. ‘After everything we’ve done together I don’t really know anything about your pasts, either of you.’

‘We’ve all heard our confessions,’ Cam said. ‘I think that’s what really matters.’

Bolt pointed to the left. ‘That’s the way I’m going.’ She looked at them and took a deep breath. ‘You could come with me if you want. It might be… fun.’

Cam smiled but shook her head. ‘I don’t think so. I’ve still got to sort myself out. I might as well do it here as anywhere.’

‘Don’t you hate what they make us do?’

‘I started off hating it but now I’m not sure. Maybe it’s no worse than the things I did to myself and others without any help. Being here is safer than being on the streets. Maybe I need some discipline to keep me in line.’

Bolt looked genuinely sad. ‘Have they ground you down? Made you into a proper gynaton?’

‘Maybe they just uncovered what was already there. I didn’t think much of myself before I came here. At least I now know I’m good for something. I’m useful. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.’

Bolt looked at Mel. ‘Spring?’

‘I’ve got to find a public phone and talk to my parents or sister direct. I must find out what she’s doing. Then… I don’t know. A step at a time. Maybe I can visit home on a day off.’

‘Have they got to you too?

‘I don’t feel brainwashed, but like Cam said, we keep having these amazing orgasms. Something must be working right and I want to know why. Some of it I hate but even that excites me at the same time, like being in a perverted adventure. I certainly feel more alive here than at any time in my life… except perhaps making love to Maddy. Maybe I have got a masochistic streak. Anyway, I haven’t got anywhere else to go. Will you be all right?’

‘Me? I’ll be fine. No trouble.’

They looked at each other awkwardly for a moment and then embraced and kissed passionately.

‘Ok, so some of it was fun,’ Bolt admitted huskily.

Reluctantly they pulled apart again.

‘Keep checking with the school,’ Bolt said. ‘I’ll send them a postcard: “Hi, Suckers!” See if they put that up on the notice board.’

Mel forced a smile. ‘We will… goodbye… and good luck.’

They watched Bolt stride off until she was out of sight. ‘So what do we do now?’ Cam asked.

Mel swallowed a lump in her throat. ‘I want to try to ring home, if you don’t mind.’

‘I’ve nowhere better to go… and I don’t want to lose my last friend,’ Cam said.

Mel looked at her, fighting back tears once more. They kissed, only pulling apart when they remembered where they were.

They found a phone box, which being in Shackleswell was clean and in working order and Mel made some reverse charge calls. Her parent’s answer phone was on and Maddy’s phone was not picked up.

Mel was dispirited. Cam said: ‘Let’s go into town and see what we can get to eat and drink with our tokens. If we’re going to be staying here we should have a look around. You can try phoning again later.’

They walked along tree-lined streets, past carefully renovated and restored factories.

‘It’s all very clean, isn’t it?’ Cam said.