Testers (4 page)

Chapter 5

At one o'clock, the girls were untied from each other, their stretcher bars removed, and they were led blindly off to their respective changing rooms. Mike removed Claire's mittens and led her into the bathroom to use the toilet facilities. Claire could not remove the hood and could neither see nor hear, so had no idea whether see was alone in the bathroom. After she was through, Mike led her back to the changing area and locked her hands behind her before removing her hood and gag completely.

"Thank you," said Claire.

"I have some food and a drink for you here. Are you ready?"

"Uh ha," said Claire and opened her mouth. "Why are you treating us like this? You're not testing anything, just torturing us."

"You're here to test the machines and devices used by our customers on their submissive wives, girlfriends, concubines, and sex slaves. These women live very controlled lives with little or no say in what they do, how they do it, when they do it, or with whom. If they rebel in any way they are corrected, chastised or punished. To give our machines a representative test, we need you in the role of controlled sex slave. This is just us preparing you for the next stage. Now, eat your meal; this afternoon you'll be helping the maids with the housework." He fed Claire, morsel by morsel, as she sat naked before him.

Once the meal was finished, Mike got her to stand and clipped each wrist to opposite walls so that she stood in the centre of the room with her arms outstretched. The first item he fitted was an inflatable gag secured into Claire's mouth by a wide leather strap which sealed tightly against her lips; a few pumps of the gag filled her mouth to capacity and stilled her tongue. He pulled the rubber bulb and tube from the gag and a Schrader valve retained the pressure within the gag. The next item was a stiff, high collar which supported her head and ensured she couldn't turn or look down. The purpose of this item, Claire reasoned, was just encumbrance - to remind her that she was now just a bondage slave.

Mike removed the harness she wore for the mornings entertainment and, instead, cinched a wide leather belt about her waist.

Finally, Claire was fitted with her encouragement and reward system for the afternoon. The encouragement aspect was provided by a thick anal plug which was pressed into her arse. Once located, Mike squeezed a rubber hand bulb and the rubber skin covering the plug inflated and expanded until Claire thought she'd burst. The skin was made from a conducting rubber compound and comprised one terminal for the TENS unit housed within the plug. Mike tightened copper hoops around the tops of Claire's thighs and then connected thin leads from the hoops to the base of the plug: the hoops were the other terminal. The reward was furnished by a motorised dildo which Mike lubricated and slipped into Claire. It was retained by a wire which went through the base of the dildo and stopped it rotating, and was then locked to the front and back of the belt about her waist. He clipped her ankles together with a five inch hobble chain and then rose up before her.

Mike stood in front of her and pierced her with his blue eyes. "Your task this afternoon is to help the maids with the domestic chores, in your case with the sweeping." One at a time, he released her hands and locked long, stiff leather sleeves over her hands and forearms. Attached to the end of one sleeve was a small brush and to the other, a dustpan, turning Claire's arms and hands into implements who's only use was to sweep up dust. From each of Claire's wrists hung a short chain and Mike clipped these to her collar to prevent her from dropping her hands below her waist. She held each hand up in front of her so she could see the implements.

"Happy?" asked Mike; Claire glowered at him. He gave the arse plug a couple of extra pumps and then removed the hanging bulb. "The maids will show you what they want done. They'll have a remote controller for your 'implants'. If you please them they'll press the front button and the top half of your dildo will spin inside you. It'll also buzz like mad and transmit the vibration to the retaining wire which, fortuitously, is pressed against your clitoris. If you displease them, they'll press the back button which will set up a TENS current between your arse plug and the tops of your thighs, causing you to repeatedly clench your pelvic floor muscles. Allow me to demonstrate."

Mike pressed the front button and the dildo turned and squirmed inside Claire as the retaining wire buzzed like a guitar string. Claire fell forward against the desk, her eyes turning up inside her sockets. "And now the back," said Mike and touched the back button. Claire was immediately hit by a cyclical pulsing which caused a sharp tingle in her arse and spasms in the muscles of her arse cheeks and between her legs. Each half second spasm made her jump up rigid and then relax for half a second. As Mike kept his finger on the button, Claire bobbed up and down as her arse cheeks flexed…

Claire waved the brush and dustpan frantically about in front of her, trying to relay the information that she was not comfortable with the pulses. Mike smiled and removed his finger after five seconds.  "I'm afraid we've told the maids that the effects of the two buttons is only slight, but that you're likely to try and mislead them into thinking otherwise." Claire would have groaned if she had been capable of any vocal sound; as it was, she had to be content with rolling her eyes.

"Come along. Let's meet your new mistress for the afternoon." Mike clipped a leash to her collar and they set off along the corridor, Claire taking little pixie steps and waddling like a duck with the expanded plug in her arse. Her new mistress turned out to be the youngest of the house maids; a short, slight girl who could only have been sixteen.

"This is Millie," said Mike to Claire; "Millie, this is your new drone."

Claire just stood dumbly staring straight ahead as Millie inspected her. "Ooo! Isn't she tall… and look at those nipples!" She reached out and squeezed one, then looked down at the wire disappearing between the clefts of Claire's labial lips. Mike gave her the remote and instructed her on its use; her eyes sparkled and she pressed the front button to watch Claire fold forward with the sudden stimulation. Then she pressed the back button and stared in amazement as Claire began bobbing up and down. She stood holding down the button as Mike patiently explained what was happening and why.

"And this is if she refuses to cooperate," and he gave Millie a stiff wooden paddle and passed her the leash.

Claire found that she could either crawl about the floor with her arse stuck up behind her, or squat down low with her legs open. Both options had their drawbacks: if she knelt Millie was inclined to stand behind her just to watch the goings-on under her when she pressed the buttons; if she squatted, she bounced spectacularly with the TENS signal and her open legs allowed the wire to buzz more freely against her clitoris. She spent the afternoon sweeping up minute amounts of dust as the young maid directed her with the paddle, indicated any missed traces of dust by pressing the back button and each time Claire emptied the dustpan, the maid gave her a reward, holding the button down despite any signals Claire could make until Claire was curled up on the floor, racked by orgasm. It took Millie over an hour to discover that she could hold both buttons down at the same time.

At six o'clock, Mike collected a very grateful Claire and removed her restraints and domestic implements, and allowed her to shower and redress in her own cloths for supper.

*

Sarah had an announcement to make over supper. The girls' lives were about to get much more interesting.

“Tomorrow, you will be in two teams and you will race against each other around the lake. It will take co-ordination and a will to win, and to help give you that will, the losing pair will spend the following day in robotic enema suites; you all really do want to be on the winning team!”

Chapter 6

The following morning dawned bright and sunny and Claire had spent a comfortable, if restless, night in the big bed.

She showered and dressed and met then others in the dining room at eight for breakfast, a full English followed by toast and tea. After breakfast, Sarah said to use the toilet facilities if they wish – it may be sometime before they have the opportunity again – and report to their dressing rooms.

Mike fitted a heavy leather corset around Claire’s waist; it fitted under her bust and above her hips, dipping low at the front over her belly. The corset was tightened by three wide belts at the back which were then locked into place, squeezing her already small waist and accentuating her bust and hips. She was given stockings to put on and strange thigh high boots. The boots were designed like they should have high heels, but there were no heels there, and the toes were round and broad. Then it dawned on Claire what they were; they were meant to imitate the hoofs of horses. Claire stood upright on them; it was like standing on tip-toe all the time and quite tiring to wear, but she thought they’d probably be okay to run in. Next Claire was given a plumed helmet. It had blinkers at the sides of her eyes so that she couldn’t see what was happening beside her and a bit that went into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue, preventing any intelligible speech. Finally her arms were folded behind her back and kept in place with a couple of straps binding her wrists to her forearms whilst the leather pouch of a short, sleeveless jacket was slipped around her arms, over her shoulders and buckled up at the front under her chin. Claire was wrapped tightly and looked as if she had no arms, but her breasts were bare between the top of the corset and the bottom edge of the jacket, and protruded prominently from her sleek, leather-clad torso. Her crotch was also bare and Mike rested the palm of his hand against Claire’s pubis, tickling his fingers between the lips of her vulva as Claire balanced precariously on her ‘hoofs’, closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

“Bend over,” said Mike and pushed a lubricated but plug into Claire’s anus before inflating it using a hand bulb. Claire squeaked as it grew inside her and when Mike was satisfied that it was much too big for Claire to push out, he pulled the rubber tubing from the Schrader valve in the back of the plug. Claire looked at herself in the mirror and she now had a beautiful long horse’s tail between her legs. “There’s just one more thing to do and you won’t like it. I’m going to pin bells to your nipples as you have no rings.” Claire jumped back noisily, although nothing she said could be understood, but Mike persisted. “I shall use an anaesthetic and the pins are no bigger than they use for acupuncture and once they’re in you will feel no pain, although you will feel the bells.

Finally, Claire calmed and allowed Mike to wipe her nipples with an anaesthetic soaked cloth before showing her two little pins thinner than a hypodermic needle. He carefully pushed a pin through the base of each nipple and then closed small shackles over the protruding ends so that they wouldn’t shake loose. To the shackles he clipped small silver bells which tinkled when he tapped them. She swung her breasts to make them ring and then grimaced at Mike, pretending that she disliked the effect.

Mike smiled and clipped reins to the sides of the bit and led Claire from the room.

*

They all gathered outside in the sunshine, the girls, Sarah, Mike and the technicians, and quite a few of the household staff: maids, cooks, gardeners, etc. In addition, Ian had arrived from London and was pleased to see the girls all ready for their training. The technicians pulled up two pony carts to which the girls will be harnessed in pairs, whilst Mike set up the instrumentation system.

“Claire and Nita will race against Rosa and Laura. As you can see, you’ll be harnessed to these carts in pairs and guided by the robotic controls in the back – there won’t be a human driver. Using a machine to guide you means that both teams can be worked at optimum levels without having to take into account the drivers abilities. It also means that the driver won’t tire. You, as ponies, will be carefully monitored to get you working together, perfecting your training to get the best performance and always concentrating on improving the weakest link. There’s no need to worry about over-exertion; your heart rates and oxygen intake will be monitored remotely, but slacking will not be tolerated. Now, time to get you all harnessed,” and Sarah smiled wickedly.

Claire and Nita were led to the far cart, the blue one. It was made from aluminium tubing and had two large wheels at the back and two shafts leading forward. These shafts were each forked at their front ends to attach to each side of the girls’ waists and below the fork was a third point of attachment; a spar joined to the main shaft at the back and fitted with a thick, erect dildo at the front. Mike, the technician given the job of harnessing Claire and Nita, explained that the dildos were actually an easy way to monitor how hard each girl’s thigh muscles were working as well as providing a means of imparting extra impetus to the girls movements and, of course, giving the girls something interesting to think about as they’re racing.

Behind them, on the body of the cart was a box of electronics, two servo unit to control the reins, and four long whips. Mike explained that the whips were positioned to contact the girl’s cheeks with precision – four cheeks, four whips. Claire and Nita looked at each other and took deep breathes as they were led to the traces. The forked shaft was fixed tightly to Claire’s corset; there was no slack in the linkage, no possibility of twisting in the harness. Then the dildo was lubricated and raised until its tip touched Claire’s virginal opening. “Lean forward a bit,” said Mike and Claire gasped as the thick ribbed dildo slid smoothly into her until its hilt was pressing against her clitoris. This dildo spar, unlike the other parts of the cart, was heavy and balanced to provide an upward load on Claire of a pound or two. However, with the movements of the cart and the girl, the spar would ‘bounce’ in and out as she run. To prevent the dildo bouncing right out of Claire, Mike clipped a short chain from the front end of the spar to the D link on the front of Claire’s corset. Finally, her reins were clipped to the servo unit on the platform behind her.

With the blinkers, Claire had to turn her head nearly ninety degrees to see Nita being harnessed, but as she did so, the reins tightened on the opposite side to prevent the movement. Claire sighed and looked straight ahead, but she knew when Nita was nearly ready by the long moan as the dildo slid in.

Mike appeared in her field of vision in front of her and explained the commends: “Commands will be given by a voice synthesiser: ‘walk on’, ‘trot’, and ‘run’ will all be accompanied by a flick of the reins, ‘woah’ to slow accompanied by a pulling back on the reins, and ‘stand’. If the driver wants you to go faster, it will say ‘faster’ and, if dissatisfied, will whip the pony that is dragging behind. Direction is, of course, controlled by the reins. That’s all there is to it. Once started, the driver has complete control. Have fun,” And Mike disappeared from Claire’s vision. Claire didn’t like the last bit about the driver having complete control – he has no feelings, no compassion. What if Claire wants to stop? What if she trips? What if she can’t stand the pain of the whip? What if…

“Walk on,” flick. Claire took a tentative step forward on her awkward shoes, then another and another. The reins flicked and she increased her pace a bit. After about fifty yards, she felt a pull to the left and started to turn in that direction, the pull increased so she turned harder. When she was facing the way they had come the reins straightened her head and she walked forward in a straight line. The other cart was no-where to be seen, perhaps it was beside them, but the technicians, Sarah, Ian and the rest of the audience were all standing and chatting, watching her progress.

“Trot,” flick, and Claire increased speed to what she thought to be a trot, a sort of gentle jog. The dildo started to bounce in and out of her pussy and she moaned quietly, and her bells and those next to her began to tinkle as her breasts jiggled. Then there was a snap and the whip flicked at her right cheek making her jump and stinging her bum. She went a bit faster, pulling harder on the traces. Ian and Sarah seemed amused as they disappeared from sight. Claire trotted in a straight line for what seemed like half a mile along the straight drive before the synthesised voice said “Walk” and she felt a pull on both of the reins, and then a pull to the left again telling her to turn.

As she straightened up she found she was walking towards Rosa and Laura who were trotting along the path she’d just travelled. Both girls were breathing hard and Claire was entranced by the movements of the dildos as they bobbed in and out of the girls and the bouncing and swaying of their breasts and the tinkling of their bells as they passed.
Poor Rosa
thought Claire as she remembered her heavy breasts and the way they were moving as she jogged. “Trot” flick. And Claire once again felt the dildo moving within her and looked down to see her own breasts bouncing and jiggling to the tune of the merry bells.

There came the sound of clopping feet and Rosa and Laura dashed past at a run, whips cracking down on both girls as they passed. “Run,” said the voice, flick; and Claire pushed hard against the traces. “Faster” flick. They were running just behind Rosa and Laura and Claire could watch their bare buttocks dancing and vibrating with every pounding step, their tails trailing behind them in the wind and their plumed head dresses adding ceremony to the occasion. Claire could clearly see that Rosa and Laura looked much less like real women and more like some type of exotic creature, and then realised that she and Nita must look just the same. “Faster” and the whips cracked down on both Claire and Nita, and the cart surged forward. Now the dildo really was moving fast, bouncing almost all the way out before plunging back up into Claire and striking her clitoris. Her breasts were bobbing up and down, the bells flying high and pulling low with every movement, tugging her long nipples almost out of phase with the motions of the rest of her breasts. “Faster”, crack, this time on their other cheeks. Claire and Nita were drawing level with Rosa and Laura and were running flat out as they flew past the little group of spectators still chatting excitedly amongst themselves. It was almost another quarter of a mile before the voice said “Woah” and the reins were pulled back. “Walk” it said, and then Claire felt her head being pulled to the right. She didn’t see the other cart as she turned and walked back towards Sarah and Ian.

“Stand” said the voice and she stood, panting and sweating as Sarah and Ian walked up the line of ponies. When they appeared in front of Claire, she wanted to say
Can’t you make it go slower?
But the bit in her mouth tightened and pressed her tongue down so that all she could do was stare at them. Ian lifted a breast and shook its bell by jiggling it and Claire made a little squeak and nodded her head, flicking the head dress back and forth, but otherwise she could do nothing. Then Ian dropped his hand to her vulva and touched her clitoris as it sat on the hilt of the dildo, peeping out from under its hood. Claire yelped and tried to jump backwards, but the traces held her firm as Ian flicked her little bud about with his fingers and squeezed them into her around the dildo. Claire squealed and when the combination of the harness about her waist and the dildo lodged deep inside her pussy held her hips rigid, she swung her upper torso from side to side making the bells ring and lifted a foot to kick Ian. Instantly, both whips cracked down on her arse cheeks and she shrieked.

Ian smiled and slowly removed his hand. “This one’s a bit feisty and very wet,” said Ian and moved on out of her vision as she just stared ahead, disbelieving what had just happened. Then Mike appeared with a bucket and a sponge and, without a word, sloshed water over her breasts, making them jump and swing about and the bells ring. Then he too moved on. Somehow Claire expected more. Perhaps a compliment;
you were running very well then,
or a show of compassion;
you must be really tired after that,
but there was nothing.

After another thirty seconds or so, a young couple moved in front of Claire. The girl was only about eighteen and, judging by her uniform, was one of the maids; her companion was a young gardener. “Ooo, Jack. Look at those tits. And the nipples! They’re so big. Do you think it’s the bells that makes them grow so big?”

“I dunno. Could be. These ponygirls are probably fed a special diet or something. Do you think we’re allowed to touch them?”

“I don’t see why not. They can’t bite or anything and they can’t go anywhere either. You saw what happened when the boss touched her just now” and she reached out a hand and took hold of one of Claire’s nipples, tugging it gently to ring the bell. Claire wanted to say quite few things: that that was her nipple the maid was pulling; that just because she was wearing a bit and was harnessed to a cart with a thick dildo lodged inside her pussy didn’t mean she wasn’t still a person; in fact she wasn’t a ponygirl, she was an Arts Graduate; but just as she was trying to form the words around the bit, the reins tightened and the bit closed down on her tongue preventing any speech.