Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Unfortunately, the Summary, Reviews and Ratings for Part 1 were lost when the site went down towards the end of 2009.

Summary

M/f, F/f, MF/f, FF/f, Sci-fi, modification, chastity

An obese young woman finds out to her cost the implications of her body modification. (Read Parts 1 and 2 first)

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 3

It’s been three years since the day that my life changed entirely. What has happened to me is beyond belief, and, what’s worse, I can’t tell anyone about it.

As you know, my name is Victoria, although I prefer to be called Vicky. My Supervisor insists on using my given name, and has instructed me to write this full account of how my life has changed since I met him. He has told me to be frank, and to describe my feelings, with no regard for the consequences.

It is now 2012 and I’m twenty-seven years of age. I was brought up as the only child of my widowed mother who passed away four years ago. For some reason, I don’t know why, I was always plump, even as a baby. Short and fat, I’m only five feet tall. By the time I reached secondary school my weight was becoming a serious problem. It’s not that I over-ate, I didn’t, but I gained weight anyway. The doctors whom my mother consulted all said it was a metabolic issue, and they advised some drug therapies and various diets, none of which had much effect.

They say that overweight people are genial and happy, but I certainly wasn’t. The boys didn’t find me attractive at school, and I only ever had one steady boyfriend for a matter of a few months. I was devastated when he left me for another girl, a slim one at that, when I was seventeen.

Despite it all I didn’t do too badly at school, managing to get to university to study history. My weight problem just got worse during those three years, and really affected my studies.

My mother couldn’t afford much, being widowed, so I found a job working behind a bar in a city pub most evenings and weekends. That didn’t help my studies much, and although I completed the course, I didn’t get a very good degree. Although I tried for a variety of jobs I had little success, so I continued working at the pub, which was part of a very large chain.

Eventually they offered me a promotion at their head office in the city centre. It was more money, not a lot, but had better prospects.  I took it, but the work was very boring. By this time I was really obese. It was affecting my heart and blood pressure. I was told by one consultant that gastric surgery was inevitable if I was to avoid a premature death.

I didn’t make friends at university or at the office, not that I didn’t want friendship. My female colleagues, they were almost all female, often made snide remarks behind my back, one or two were even more direct with their hurtful comments. I couldn’t report them to senior management, because I was afraid of the consequences, so I just put up with it. I was very miserable with little or nothing to look forward to, expect watching TV in my tiny flat in the evenings.

Worse still, my obesity didn’t affect my libido one bit. I was desperate for sex, and for a man. Virtually any man would have done at that point. I had to resort to playing with myself before I went to sleep. I had a drawer-full of sex toys which I used to good effect every night. I loved those multiple orgasms, dreaming of a handsome man coming to my rescue, and solving all my problems, as well as fucking me hard, of course.

I met my Supervisor, who I’ll call ‘Dave’ – that’s not his real name – but it’s what he told me to use in my writing – on that fateful Friday evening three years ago, almost to the week. I went to my favourite cafe for my usual latte, and found him sitting at ‘my’ table by the window. He was a perfect gentleman, inviting me to join him, and even saying that I was pretty. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for. Dave is a lot older than me, although I don’t quite know how old he actually is, but his hair is very grey. He doesn’t like me asking too many questions.

He told me that he worked for a company specialising in obesity and body modification, not involving surgery, dieting or drugs, and that they had a research program or something like that, which might be able to help me.

It seemed to be an opportunity which I couldn’t afford to miss. I agreed to meet him at his city office the following morning. 

After he left, that’s all I could think of, I was sure my life was going to change in a radical way. I lay awake almost all of that night thinking about the possibilities, and worrying that it might all come to nothing.

I got there early, and my heart fell when I found the place locked. Then I remembered that it was Saturday, so I waited. Eventually, along came Dave and we went up to his office where he explained that he has discussed me with his MD, and that they could enrol me in their latest experimental Program. Unbelievably they could waive the large deposit required, which I didn’t have.

Dave then explained, warned me even, that it would mean a lengthy commitment, and that I would have to hand over control of some aspects of my life to the Company, but that he would be my direct Supervisor throughout the time. He said that I would have to sign papers to that effect.

Of course, I was on top of the world, and would have agreed to anything at that point, as I was so desperate. I didn’t tell Dave, but I would even have slept with him, if I thought it would have led to my being accepted into the Program.

When I said I was willing to sign, he took me through into the Company’s research section in the same building to show me what they proposed doing to me. It was a weird place, very high tech, brilliantly lit. At first I couldn’t even see a thing, the light was so bright. I remember standing in a cone of blue light, and seeing real living near perfect images of myself, with all the fat removed, standing right before my eyes.

Dave told me to select the one which pleased me most. I couldn’t believe that I could look like that, but he reassured me that it was possible if I joined the Program, and agreed to the conditions in the document which I’d have to sign. He emphasized that I should consider the implications and commitments carefully before entering into an agreement.

Having seen the options, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. So I signed up there and then, although with hindsight I should have asked for some more details and read the papers more carefully.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, or how they were going to modify my body, but Dave said it could be done quickly. After signing up, he told me to strip off all my clothes, and empty my bag on to the desk where the papers had been signed. I couldn’t wait to get on with it. When I was naked, he handed me this tampon-shaped little object and told me to put into my pussy, which I did, and to stand in the blue light once more.

I’m not sure what happened next, but it all seemed very quick.  I saw a truly beautiful vision of myself standing in front of me. It seemed like a dream. She was smiling, and pointing at me, so I looked down, the blue light was gone, and there I was, my new slim self. I couldn’t contain my joy. I could even see my feet and my tits were perfect. All my dreams seemed to have come true.

Dave asked me to give him the object in my pussy, which I pulled out by its cord and handed to him.

After a few moments I realised that I’d have nothing to wear, as even the clothes I came in wouldn’t fit me. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw the selection of outfits Dave said the Company was going to provide for me.

I knew it was all too good to be true when he showed me an image of myself wearing the chastity device and went on to explain the implications it would have from then on for my life.

As you know, it’s called the Chastity-Guard Mark III. He said I would have to wear it during the time of my enrolment in the Program so as to ensure that I didn’t opt out, and that I complied with all the demands of his Company.

When he said I’d have to wear this thing covering my vagina, I was really pissed off. I was ready to walk out there and then – after all, I now had a perfect body. ‘Fuck him and his Company’, I thought. Wearing a chastity belt was really going too far!

Of course, they had been prepared for that eventuality all along. Dave explained how my body had been modified in other ways which would make it impossible for me to leave the Program, until the Company decided in its own good time.

He told me about this small implant, now part of my body, blocking my urethra, which would stop me peeing unless I was wearing the wretched Guard. He explained that it couldn’t be surgically removed without my being incontinent for the rest of my life, and that its removal would mean severing the nerves leading to my clit and vagina. I was horrified.

They had manufactured a Guard just to fit me, he said. He took it out of a desk drawer to show me. I’ve been wearing it for nearly three years! It’s flesh-coloured and textured just like my own skin. When worn its hardly visible. It’s shaped like a bikini bottom, covering my pubic mound, my cunt and asshole, with its tapering tail fitting between my ass cheeks.

Dave told me that I have thousands of tiny microscopic implants to which the edges of the Guard bind when it’s fitted.  On its inner side there’s a ridge which fits between my lips. A short little tube sticks out from it, which I have to stick into my pee-hole when I put the Guard back on. It locks into my implant, opening it, so that I can pee through the Guard.

My biggest shock came when Dave explained and showed me exactly how I had to pee from then on. I have to use a mini-cock made, he said, from my own genetic material, and formed in that thing I put into my vagina during my modification.

It really is just like a little penis. It’s about two inches long when fitted to the Guard, which I do when I feel the need to pee. It allows me to pee standing up.

I remember the first time Dave made me do it while he watched. He made me piss into a waste bin in his office. It was a really strange feeling. I pissed all over the floor before I got the hang of how to hold the little cock properly. He just sat there watching me.

The fucking Guard controls everything I do. I have to ask for permission every time I want to piss or shit by touching a sensor on the front of the Guard. Its hole won’t open for me to attach the cock without permission. Another hole opens for me to crap through too. I can’t even touch my asshole through it because the infernal thing stings my clit. Sometimes I’m made to wait for an hour or two.

When Iived at my own flat I had to remove the Guard for ten minutes every day so that I could clean my cunt. Not only does it stop me playing with my clit when I’m wearing it, but when it’s off there are tiny implants in my fingers which stung my clit like sharp pins if I brought them too close. I had to use cotton buds dipped in an anti-bacterial solution to clean around the clit and under my hood.

Once a week I had to use a solution containing alcohol, which burns. It was really awkward and fiddly. He took swabs whenever he visited to ensure that it was clean. If it wasn’t, I got punished in some way or other, which I’ll tell you about later. The rest of my cunt and ass had to be washed thoroughly and the Guard replaced before my clit got stung if I run out of time.

Of course, it was really frustrating that I couldn’t touch myself. I often felt it building up. The Guard sensed that somehow. Dave told me about some of the sensors it contains, and that my clit would start to itch like hell... and I mean LIKE HELL!.  I couldn’t get at it to rub it. I had to attach the little cock and jerk off like a boy to get relief.

It was really weird playing with a dick, and a pathetic little one at that. I had to hold it between my thumb and forefinger and jerk the foreskin up and down very quickly. It’s very sensitive. It only took a minute or two then ‘BANG’, I’d have an almighty orgasm and the cock shot out a load of greyish fluid all over the place. The itch in my clit disappeared but it didn’t do anything to satisfy the need I had for my cunt to be filled and pumped by a real big dick.

The first time I did it was in front of Dave, it went all over my face and tits. I didn’t know what it was. I still find it disgusting. It smells and tastes like cum, but Dave says it doesn’t contain sperm. I was allowed to play with it once a day, no more, and then only if I’d been obedient. It was torture if I wasn’t allowed to cum when my clit itched like mad. I’d do anything to stop it.

Then there were the training sessions. At first it involved strengthening my vaginal muscles. I had to do those every day by attaching rods of different thicknesses to my Guard and go through a timed routine, monitored by a little device which told me exactly what to do. It punished me if I didn’t get it right. At first my entire tummy ached, but within a few days I could grip the rod with my muscles so that it wouldn’t fall out even when I stood with my legs parted. Dave was pleased with my progress as I worked my way to using the thinnest one.

I could only wear the make-up and clothes he gave me. He was very strict about that. I had to practise for hours to get it absolutely right, because he wanted me to look stunning. Once or twice, after he’d given me notice, he’d take me out to an expensive restaurant followed by the theatre or the ballet, dressed and made-up exquisitely according to his instructions. I looked young enough to be his daughter, or even his grand-daughter, and it often turned quite a lot of heads.

Dave told me that there were many other women in the Program, several of them wearing Guards just like mine, and that one day I would probably meet some of them. I hadn’t realised quite what he had in mind.

****

Eighteen months ago I was told to expect a visit one evening at seven, and to be prepared. That meant having a shower, cleaning my cunt in the usual way and replacing the Guard.  Naked, I had to kneel facing the door with my knees spread wide, back straight, hands clasped behind my neck, elbows back, head up, and eyes to the front ten minutes before his arrival. He was very fussy about such details.

He arrived on the dot, but on this occasion he was accompanied by a woman. I had never set eyes on her before. She looked Afro-Caribbean, but light skinned with a perfect complexion and regular features, late thirties or early forties, I guessed. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, with a white blouse. She and Dave walked around me and commented as if I wasn’t there. I had to hold my position without moving. I felt silly, embarrassed even, having a fully-dressed woman looking at my body. She had a hard stare that made me feel very uncomfortable.

‘Stand up’, she said quietly but firmly after a couple of minutes.

I jumped to my feet and stood very straight. I instantly recognised her voice from the training monitor that Dave had given me. It was that of Christine, his assistant. She proceeded to examine me starting with my face, then my eyes, stretching my eyelids up with her fingers, which then moved down to my lower lip.

‘Open.. wide..’, was the next command. She probed my mouth and teeth, before holding my tongue between finger and thumb, stretching it out and twisting it a little, not painfully, before releasing it.

My tits and nipples were next, which she brushed with a finger tip making me quiver. She looked at Dave and gave a cold smile.

Her hand dropped down my tummy to the top of my Guard. She touched the panel, and removed it, throwing it aside, before probing my vulva, gently pinching my clit. It was unbelievably sensitive as it hadn’t been touched by a finger in more than two months. It was difficult for me to stand still. Her fingers slipped off my clit and into my vagina, whilst she looked straight into my eyes. I was afraid of her, and immediately looked down and away. She frightened me. I had never been touched intimately by a woman. She behaved as if she owned me.

‘Christine’, she said in a low voice, ‘Mistress Christine..’ as she removed her two fingers and I watched them, glistening with my wetness, coming up to my lips.

‘Lick them clean’, she hissed.

My tongue stretched out and I licked them eagerly as I was afraid to displease her. After a few moments she withdrew them.

She turned to Dave, ‘Excellent!  She’s small but well proportioned, pretty face, obedient, submissive and responsive. She’s the Junior I’m looking for’.

Christine pointed to the Guard on the floor, ‘Get down, put it on, crawl to the sofa, and kneel’.

As I complied, she and Dave sat, as I crawled over and resumed my kneeling position. Christine sat with her legs crossed

Dave started the ball rolling. ‘I’m very pleased with your development, Victoria. The good news is that you’ll be moving to new accommodation on Saturday. I’ve already given notice to your landlord. Your rent from now on will be deducted from your account and paid direct to the Company as it owns the property you’re moving into.

He handed me a little card, ‘Be at that address by ten o’clock, bringing your clothes and personal effects. You’ll need to notify your employer and your bank of the change of address. Mistress Christine and I will be there to see that you settle in properly.’

‘Is that understood, girl?’ asked Christine pointedly. Still with eyes lowered, her high heeled shoe inches from my face, I whispered, ‘Yes.. Mistress’.

She brought her shoe forward pressing against my lips, and into my mouth. Instinctively I started licking. She withdrew it slowly, moving it so that the sole was against my lips and I continued to lick. I’d closed my eyes without thinking, as she manipulated her foot so that I had the stiletto heel in my mouth.

‘Look, concentrate on what you’re doing’,  as she fucked my mouth with the heel of her shoe.

Suddenly she withdrew it, as if bored, and stood quickly. The older Dave rose too but more slowly ruffling my hair as he passed. They both left, leaving the door ajar.

I looked at the address on the card. It was within walking distance, but on the edge of town. I’d need to take a cab as my bags would be heavy.

The House

I arrived at the address just before ten. It was stone built, of uncertain age, detached, in its own grounds, and on three floors, with steps leading up to the front door. There was a keypad beside the bell. I checked my watch and pressed the button. I couldn’t hear it chime.

A couple of minutes passed before the door was opened by a young woman, barely out of her teens, if that. She wore a tiny brown leather halter top over her small chest, and a very short matching skirt which hardly reached her crotch. Her heels were at least five inches. Like me, she was a slim petite brunette with piercing dark brown eyes. Without a word, she beckoned me to follow down the hallway though an inner door to a sitting room, where I found another, older, taller woman standing waiting, with a hefty suitcase and a large bag.

‘Stand here, don’t talk’, the leather clad young woman ordered, as she left the room.

We looked at each other. She raised her eyebrows to indicate that she didn’t know what to expect. I shrugged my shoulders in response, putting my bag and suitcase down. We both smiled tentatively. It was strange having to be silent.

I looked around, without moving, even though we hadn’t been told to stand still. It was a large room, with three huge leather sofas, and matching armchairs.  The floor was polished wood, the oak furniture expensive, with a couple of tall bookshelves and original watercolour landscape paintings on the walls. The centrepiece was a big veined marble fireplace. A picture window looked out onto a sizeable garden with a wide lawn, a couple of mature trees and a lot of shrubbery. In the distance I could see what appeared to be stables.

This was to be my new home, it seemed

I wondered how long we’d be kept waiting. It must have been at least ten minutes before Dave and Christine arrived, followed by the young brunette. Christine wore a black knee length figure-hugging dress, with gold-effect belt, matching shoulder bag and high heels. She strode confidently into the room, her heels emphasising her dominant personality.

‘Victoria’, Dave said, indicating me to the older woman. I nodded, afraid to smile. Dave looked at me, ‘Anne’, he said, pointing with his hand. Anne reciprocated without saying a word.

Christine stood up and interjected briskly, ‘This is your new home. Dave and I will be staying only long enough to see that you’re both settled in.  She put her hand on the young woman’s shoulder, ‘Brooke is your House Mistress. You will address her as “Miss”. She is responsible for discipline and reports directly to me. You’ll be shown your rooms, and given a tour of the rest of the House. Brooke will explain everything, and answer any questions you have. I’ll be back later this afternoon to see that all is in order’.

Dismissing us she strode out, murmuring something to Dave as they left, but I couldn’t make out what she said.

‘Come with me, bring your stuff’, ordered Brooke as she turned for the door.

She stopped half way along the hallway, and to my surprise there was an elevator. I wondered why one was needed as I’d seen a stairway near the front door. The elevator doors opened.  It was small, with room only for two.

‘In with your bags, first floor, get out and wait for me’. It was a tight fit. I noticed that the elevator had buttons for four floors and a basement. The house was bigger than it seemed.

On the landing were two pairs of doors on each side. Brooke stopped at the first, keyed a number into the pad on the door, heaved it open, glanced at Anne. ’In’, she ordered brusquely.

She moved a few paces along to the second door, opened it in the same way and signalled for me to follow.

It was a small bedroom, with single bed, wardrobe, small chest of drawers, an upholstered armchair, a window with blinds and curtains and a door in the left hand wall. There was a small flat screen TV on the chest and a phone on a tiny bedside cabinet.

‘Put them down’, Brooke said, pointing at my things, ‘Come’.

She opened the side door and we walked through a fully tiled bathroom and straight out through another door in the opposite wall, where Anne was standing beside her cases waiting. She turned to face us both.

‘Strip! Fold your clothes on the bed. Hurry up, I haven’t got all day!’ she snapped.

Anne hesitated at being ordered to undress by a girl half her age. Brooke gave her a withering stare, ‘Move it!’

I was obviously fitter than Anne, as Brooke and I waited for her to remove her bra and pants. To my surprise Anne was wearing a Guard too, and I could see that she’d noticed mine. For her age, she didn’t have a bad figure, although her tits drooped a little. She was altogether quite an attractive woman with grey-green eyes and pretty features. Her hair was dyed a mousey colour, not quite reaching to the nape of her neck.

Her bedroom was larger than mine, having a double bed, but otherwise the furniture and decor was identical in colour and style, including the bed linen, which was plain.

Brooke sat on the bed, beside our folded clothes, indicating with her right hand to the floor in front of her, ‘Kneel’.

Anne and I complied. She had been taught to kneel in the same way.

‘Look at me. I don’t intend to repeat anything, so listen carefully, and learn.You got that?’

She looked at Anne, ‘Yes’... Brooke raised her eyebrows glaring at her... ‘Yes, ...what?’

....’Miss’ mumbled Anne quickly. Brooke’s eyes turned to me questioningly.

‘Yes, Miss’ I responded without hesitation.

She looked back at Anne, ‘Don’t keep me waiting ever again, and speak up, understood?’

‘Yes, Miss’ came a much louder and quicker response.

‘This is a Company House. It is one of several. I’m responsible for everyone here and for seeing that things run smoothly. As of today thirteen women, including me, live here. I’ll explain how things work. There’s a lot for both of you to learn. If you have any questions they’ll have to wait until I’ve finished the tour of the House.’

‘Except for me, the residents are paired into Seniors and Juniors. Anne, you are the Senior, and Victoria is the Junior. Juniors obey Seniors. Seniors and Juniors obey Me. I report to Mistress Christine’.

‘Each pair has adjacent rooms separated by a wet room. Four of you live on this floor, four on the floor above, and four on the third floor. It’s simple. You will each be given different numeric codes for your bedroom doors, and for the front entrance. Each resident has a different code so that track is kept centrally of all comings and goings. You will also be given a key to the front door. The key and code must be used together for that door. Security here is paramount’.

‘My self-contained apartment is in the hallway immediately within and to the right of the inner hallway door. In the outer hallway is the door to the guest bedroom. Only residents and Company personnel are allowed beyond the outer hall. What happens within is to be entirely confidential, and must not be discussed with anyone outside of this building. Next to my apartment door is the door to the examination and discipline room, which opens directly off my personal sitting room. If you are required to attend for any reason, you kneel outside in the hallway until I’m ready for you’.

‘All the rooms are fitted with internal phones. Permission is required to dial an outside line. The rooms are wired for intranet, and access to the internet is possible with my approval. There is cctv activated by sound and movement in every room, including the wet rooms. It is constantly recorded twenty four hours a day. It feeds into my apartment and sent in encrypted form to Mistress Christine and Company HQ.’

‘Each resident is responsible for keeping her own room clean. Juniors see to the wet rooms. Cleaning equipment and materials are in a broom cupboard on each landing. There is a rota for cleaning common areas posted in the dining area. On the ground floor is a communal sitting room with large screen satellite TV, and hi-fi equipment, for use during recreational periods. Beyond the sitting room is the kitchen-dining area, with sufficient appliances for all residents. There is a rota for ordering the shopping online which is delivered from a local outlet. Each resident’s bank account is deducted monthly for rent together with an allowance for food, domestic supplies and utilities.’

‘The temperature is kept at an even 70 degrees, as there is a no clothing rule at all times for residents. It does not apply to me. You are allowed to dress in your room immediately before you leave for work, and you will undress immediately you return to your room at the end of your working day. The elevator is only to be used in certain circumstances, which will be explained to you later.’

‘The attic on the fourth floor serves as a gym, and has an extensive range of fitness equipment. It is also used for group training purposes. You will be given an exercise programme to follow throughout your time here. Physical fitness is a priority. The machines are capable of monitoring each resident’s progress and will send me periodic reports. The Basement is a fully-fitted dungeon, punishment, and strict confinement room. You’ll see it later.’

‘The rules are simple. The first and most important is unquestioning and immediate obedience. Permission to speak to me is required which you get by raising your hand, otherwise speak only when spoken to. Chatting is allowed in bedrooms and communal areas, but bear in mind that conversations are monitored and recorded. Voices must never be raised’.

Brooke rose and walked into the wet room, ‘Follow’, she called over her shoulder.

‘You will shower daily, and more frequently as required or if told to do so’.

‘Your daily cleansing routine will change whilst you live here. Living on your own, you were responsible for keeping your body spotless. Here, each pair is responsible one for the other.’

Anne and I glanced at each other with slightly raised eyebrows.

Brooke pointed to a cabinet on the wall and looked at me, ‘That contains all the materials you will need. Victoria, as Junior, you will ensure it’s fully stocked at all times.’

I nodded my understanding.

She pointed to one of the two small peculiar leather benches sticking out from the wall, some eighteen inches from the floor, about three feet in length and eighteen inches wide.

She raised her hand to the wall above it where there hung a small plaque with a capital ‘A’ on it.

This is ‘Anne’s bench’ Brooke continued, ‘Yours, Victoria is there’ she pointed to the opposite wall where I could see the letter ‘V’ on an identical plaque above a similar bench. Fixed to the wall below the plaque but above the bench was a series of four hinged clasps in a horizontal line.

Brooke beckoned to Anne.

‘Get on your back on the bench head to the wall!’

Anne obeyed. With difficulty Brooke lifted her legs off the floor, putting her right ankle against the outermost right clasp on the wall behind her, which closed automatically around the ankle. Quickly and expertly Brooke fixed her left ankle similarly on the left side, leaving her legs spread wide bent right back. Reaching inwards she raised Anne’s wrists above her head to the two inner clasps which clicked shut. Anne was left secured helplessly with her ass slightly lifted off the front of the bench. It was not a comfortable position. I watched with trepidation.

Brooke stepped over to the cabinet, opened its mirrored door and removed something. I couldn’t see what it was, only a black strap. She reached for Anne’s hair and pulled her head up, and turning to me said,

‘Hold it up’

I grasped Anne’s hair, as she looked up wildly at me, not knowing what was going to happen.

Brooke pinched Anne’s nostrils with her finger and thumb. ‘Open your mouth, bitch!’ she snarled.

Anne quickly complied, and as she did so, Brooke pushed a red plastic penis, at least two and a half inches in length, into her mouth, fixing it behind her neck with the attached straps, before stepping back, and indicating for me to release her head. Anne didn’t like the gag, clearly never having worn one before. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head trying to expel it, all the while making gurgling noises. I noticed that it looked like a ball in her mouth with holes for her to breathe through. When worn it was impossible to tell that her mouth was filled with a red plastic cock.

Brooke went back to the cabinet and returned with something else. It was a ring, about an inch and a half in diameter, with straps.

‘This is a ring-gag’ she explained, ‘Everyone must wear one or the other while on the bench. Otherwise it’s a disciplinary offence for the pair of you. It’s best to fit the gag before getting on the bench, but I put it on her afterwards because I guessed she’d panic’.

Brooke grinned broadly. She thought herself a great judge of female character.

‘Now, let’s get down to business’, Brooke continued. ‘From today your Guard’s green removal sensor will respond only to your partner’s right index finger tip, and no longer to your own’.

‘Victoria, try it and see’.

I reached out and touched the sensor on Anne’s Guard, and discovered I could peel it away easily. I did it as gently as I could. It was quite a bit bigger and heavier than mine, as Anne was altogether a larger woman, even if she was slim.

‘Place it on her tummy, for now, and get down on your knees’, Brooke ordered.

I had never seen a woman so naked and exposed before. I could see everything inches away from my face, even her puckered asshole, as her rump was slightly raised.

‘You’d better get used to it, girl’, Brooke commented, ‘you’ll be seeing it every day’.

‘Have you ever seen or touched one before?’ she asked.

‘No, Miss’, I answered, shaking my head.

‘Right then, let’s get you acquainted. Spread her lips with your fingers and take a good look. Get in closer. Tentatively I placed my fingers on Anne’s outer labia and stretched them open gently, moving my face less than a foot away.

‘Wider, as wide as they’ll go, no need to be gentle, cunts are quite tough things’, Brooke explained nonchalantly, as if it was quite a normal thing to do.

I held her vulva wide open and stared. I’d seen myself in the mirror a few times, but this was so different. I’d never been sexually attracted to a woman, but it was fascinating nevertheless to have such a private part so exposed and open to me.  I’d thought about it once or twice earlier in life and considered I might find it repulsive, but I was more than a little curious when confronted with this one.

Her cunt was very different to mine, even though it had the same basic features. She had quite long floppy thin inner lips which protruded a lot. They were darker along their edges. Mine were much smaller and more delicate. She was completely depilated, as I was, since the Guard prevented hair growth. The adjacent areas were cleanly shaved too. She must have done it earlier that morning. She had couple of tiny dark moles here and there, one on her left inner lip. Brooke had me stretch each lip out as far as they’d go, and both at the same time. Her cunt looked like a butterfly.

Brooke said, ‘Put you two fingers right in and move them in and out’. I immediately slipped them up to the knuckles into her silky warm vagina. It wasn’t moist but because she wasn’t tight it wasn’t difficult. Again, it felt so different to my own.

‘Flex your muscles for Victoria to feel’, she said to Anne.

I felt the woman clench, but not that firmly. I guessed age didn’t help in that respect. I wondered if Anne had been fucked a lot, or even given birth.

‘Good, eh?’ enquired Brooke.

‘Not, bad, Miss’, I responded, not wanting to get Anne into any further trouble, neither wanting to mislead Brooke, lest she find out by checking for herself.

‘Keep squeezing and releasing, woman’, continued Brooke.

Brooke leant over and pulled Anne’s hood upwards exposing her clit, while I was finger fucking her and she was clenching every couple of seconds. Fascinated, I watched her flick the clit with her thumb, as Anne attempted to wriggle to escape the irritating touch. She was making thin noises all the while. Brooke stood up and back.

‘You do it now’.

I removed my fingers, exposed the clit again, and flicked it with my thumb until Brooke told me to do it faster. I guessed Anne’s clit was very sensitive as she seemed to be begging me to stop although I couldn’t make out what she was trying to say – the penis in her mouth made meaningful talk impossible. Brooke was enjoying the older woman’s embarrassment and discomfort.

Finally she said, ‘Enough’ and I stopped instantly.

Brooke knelt down beside me and spread Anne’s lips wide by holding the inner labia with fingers and thumbs.

‘Can you see her pee-hole?’, she asked.

‘Yes, Miss’, I replied.

‘Touch it with the tip of your pinkie’

‘It’s got an implant in it, just like yours’, she added, ‘can you see it?’

Try as I might I couldn’t see it, all the flesh in Anne’s vulva looked the same.

Push your fingertip in’, she whispered so quietly, I doubted Anne could hear.

I did, and Anne jerked.

‘Further’

I pushed it in nearly as far as my knuckle. Anne wasn’t happy at all as she pulled against her restraints.

‘That’s it, in and out a few times!’, she urged.

‘Good girl!’ Brooke grinned at me.

She got up and brought back a small tray with the cleansing materials. A bowl of water, an antibacterial dispenser, some paper towels, and a few cotton buds.

‘Right, clean her up, make sure she smells good too. Do it in exactly the same way as you cleaned yours. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check.

I got on with the job after she’d gone. Washing Anne’s cunt was easier than doing my own. I thought it would have been easier just to do it all with my fingers, since there was no problem touching her clit, but I was afraid Brooke would be annoyed.

I carefully and thoroughly cleaned the clitoris and hood with the bud, washed her vagina out with my fingers, and probed the pee-hole with another bud, which again Anne didn’t like at all. Her asshole was easy to do too. Then I dried her right off. To make sure I brought my nose as close as I could and it smelled perfectly clean.

I wiped down her Guard inside and out, using buds to clean the urethral tube. Its ridge was a different shape to mine, because Anne’s vulva was so much bigger. Her pee-hole was bigger too. The Guard’s tube was correspondingly wider and longer. Putting it on couldn’t be much fun for her. I didn’t have much sensation in my pee-hole, although it does get sore sometimes when I fit my Guard.

When I’d finished I knelt before Anne’s cunt with my knees spread, hands behind neck, tits out, even though Brooke hadn’t told me to adopt that position. I hoped that she’d be pleased with me.

Presently Brooke returned. ‘Good girl, nice position. Stand now’.

I stood to one side. Brooke knelt and smelled Anne’s cunt very carefully. She put her nose tight in between the labia, exposed the clit, sniffed it, then her asshole.

‘Well done, nice job, Victoria’.

I blushed a little, but felt pleased, even though it was a slip of a girl, at least eight years my junior, praising me for carrying out such an intimate assignment on a much older woman.

‘Now we have to replace her Guard, before she’s released’.

Brooke handed me Anne’s Guard.

‘Put her Guard’s tube up close to her pee-hole, see what happens, and then fit it’.

I brought the urethral tube near her vulva. I raised my eyebrows as it and the pee-hole glowed quite brightly. Gingerly I inserted the tube. The ridge seemed to be pulled into her vulva slowly from my fingers. I watched fascinated as her thin inner labia wrapped themselves outwards towards the edge of the Guard as the microscopic implants pulled them into the correct position. I realised what a brilliant piece of technology it was. Finally I ran my fingers around the edges of the Guard to ensure it was fully engaged with her skin at every point. It matched her skin tone and texture perfectly and was barely visible from more than a couple of feet away. I knelt back and looked at Brooke, who nodded, visibly pleased.

‘Reach over and touch the rightmost ankle clasp with your index finger’

I did, and all four clasps immediately sprang open.

‘Anne’s bench restraints will only respond to your finger and to mine’, Brooke said.

‘When her ankles and wrists are placed against them they close automatically, so she can lock herself in position, if ordered. It’s a useful function’

‘Get up, bitch’, Brooke ordered. I figured she might have taken a dislike to Anne, but I wasn’t sure.

Anne stood. She seemed deflated and wasn’t standing upright. In a flash Brooke slapped her hard right across her cheek.

‘Don’t you dare slouch in my presence, you lazy cunt’, she snapped.

Anne staggered back, but quickly straightened to attention.

‘Shoulders back, get those saggy tits out, hands to the back, you worthless piece of shite’, Brooke screamed.

Anne’s chest was heaving by now, and she was dribbling around the gag.

‘Take that plastic cock out of her dirty mouth’, Brooke snapped at me.

I reached up behind Anne’s neck and unfastened the straps, withdrawing the red penis, dripping with saliva, from between her lips. Anne worked her jaw for a few moments.

She waited a minute or so for Anne to recover from her ordeal, then took the penis gag from me and gave it to her.

‘Right, it’s Victoria’s turn now. Fit the gag, slut’

Anne gave me a furtive apologetic look, stepped behind me and brought the penis to my lips. After the slap Anne had been given, I had already decided I wasn’t going to be a problem. I opened my mouth wide. It wasn’t quite wide enough. I hadn’t realised how big the fucking thing was. It filled my mouth, and strained my jaw. My mouth had to be smaller than her’s. The penis went right to the back, and I felt that I might choke on it as Anne fastened the straps tightly behind my neck, drawing the hateful thing even further in. It made me want to swallow and it held my tongue right down so that it could hardly move. It was horrible and I could just about breathe through the small hole that ran though the penis to the ball at the front. It was easier to breathe through my nose. I hoped that I never had a cold which blocked my nostrils. I had slight panicky feelings all the time it was in my mouth.

Brooke pointed to the other bench and I walked across to it, sat, and lay back with my head up against the tiles. Brooke looked at Anne, expectantly. Without hesitation this time, she lifted my arms up and placed my wrists in the inner pair of clasps which snapped shut. My legs quickly followed. I made it easier for her by lifting them up into position myself, but as it was difficult to see properly, Anne guided my ankles into place, and I was fully secured. I hadn’t realised how desperately uncomfortable the position was until I found myself in it. I felt utterly at their mercy.

‘Kneel. I’m gonna watch you do it and you’d better get it right first time, or I’ll have your ass later. You saw how Victoria did it. You do exactly the same. Hear me?’, Brooke hissed at Anne.

‘Yes, Miss’ she replied quickly, as she knelt in front of my crotch. I could barely see her. Brooke was watching everything like a hawk

Anne touched my Guard and peeled it away, placing it on my tummy. She seemed to have forgotten what to next’.

‘Are you stupid? Examine her, get to know her cunt as if it was your own!’

‘Haven’t you seen and touched one before? How old are you?’

‘Yes I have, Miss, I’m forty-one, Miss’.

‘How many have you played with, quite a few I expect?’

‘Only one, Miss’

Only one, and you’re forty-one? That’s pathetic! You’ll get to know quite a few while you’re here’.

‘How old were you and who was she?’

‘She was a close friend and we were at Law School together’, Anne replied. ‘She seduced me and we went to bed. It was over twenty years ago, I never did it again, Miss’.

‘Not quite the lesbian slut then. Get on with it and stop wasting time’.

I felt my lips being spread wide apart and Anne’s breath somewhere close to my cunt. I’d never had a woman, other than a doctor, examine me before, and never in such an exposed position as this. She seemed to be looking at me for quite a long time. My hood was stretched up, and suddenly my clit was being flicked rapidly. I couldn’t tell how she was doing it, but my bud was amazingly sensitive. I felt like I was a huge clitoris.

‘Stop’ uttered Brooke, ‘finger fuck her now’.

I felt Anne’s fingers entering me. They seemed to slip in easily, so I guessed the clit flicking had done its job. Anne was clumsy and rough. She worked her fingers in and out vigorously. I realised that I wanted her to rub my clit at the same time, but there was no chance of that.

‘Right Victoria, clench away’.

I squeezed Anne’s fingers as hard as I could, and continued to clench and release as she plunged her fingers in and out.

‘Is she tight?’, Brooke asked.

Yes, very, Miss’

‘Out and stop’. Anne immediately withdrew her fingers, and I stopped clenching.

‘Find her pee-hole, test it for size. It’s small, so put your pinkie in your mouth first before you insert it’, interjected Brooke.

I grimaced at the thought of the inevitable. I didn’t know how big Anne’s pinkie was and I didn’t want to look. I felt it probe above the entrance to my vagina. Perhaps Anne wasn’t that familiar with female genital anatomy despite her student experience just as I wasn’t. But she found it alright. I felt it pressing right at the entrance. I hoped she’d be gentle, but no chance. She pushed it right in and I screamed and bucked.

Brooke grinned, ‘Sharp fingernails, eh? Go on, give her a little gentle pee-hole fuck, ease it open a bit’.

Anne’s little finger slid in and out of my urethra. It seemed to go on forever. Any sexual excitement I’d had a moment earlier was entirely dissipated. This was really unpleasant. I was afraid I’d pee all over her. I thought she’d pushed it all the way in, but she told me later it only went as far as the second joint.

I gasped with relief when Brooke called a halt.

Anne got on with the cleansing while Brooke stayed to watch. It didn’t take long, except that Brooke had her fuck me in the pee-hole with the bud as well. Thankfully it wasn’t quite as excruciating as the finger.

When she’d finished washing me, she bent forward to smell my crotch and ass. Brooke quickly leant forward grasped the back of her neck with one hand and pushed her head with the other right into my vulva. I could feel her mouth and nose against me. She couldn’t breathe, but was afraid to struggle.

‘Tongue her, I wanna hear it’, Brooke laughed. She adjusted Anne’s head slightly, and I felt her tongue probing my vagina.

‘Do it properly, bitch!’, growled the young woman, as she slapped Anne hard across her buttock. Anne’s tongue quickly got to work. I wondered how long it was. It was difficult to tell as it flicked in and out of my cleft.

‘Tongue the clit now’, was the next command. Anne rapidly moved onto my bud. I felt her hot tongue lapping around and over it. I’d never had it licked by anyone before, not even by my one-time boyfriend. It was definitely arousing, even in the desperately uncomfortable position I was in. Soon I didn’t want it to stop. I saw Brooke look down at me, as if waiting. She grinned.

‘Tongue fuck’, she ordered Anne.

I gave an inward groan as the clit-lapping stopped and the tongue pulled away. Brooke noticed the expression on my face, as she pressed Anne’s mouth against my vagina, encouraging greater effort. The tongue fucking kept me on the boil but was frustrating.

The command, ‘Clit’, was followed by the wonderful sensation again. I was going to have an almighty orgasm any second.

‘Off, bitch’, nearly had me screaming with frustration.

‘Guard on’, ordered Brooke. Anne quickly replaced it but rather clumsily, causing me to buck when she engaged its tube in my pee-hole. Brooke slapped her ass again warning her to take care, and not to damage me or the Guard.

Soon I was released from the bench and the hateful plastic penis removed from my mouth. My jaw was really stiff and it ached for a while afterwards.

Brooke took us back to Anne’s room, and had us kneeling before her.

‘I’ve had better pairs than you two, but I guess you’ll learn’.

‘You’, gesturing to Anne, ‘are a real stupid dumb ass. I don’t know why Mistress Christine nominated you as Senior, but I’m going to reverse it until I get confirmation from her later today. So, Victoria, this is your room now, and Anne is your subordinate. If you get any problems with her, let me know about it, and I’ll deal with her, understood?’

‘Yes, Miss’, I responded

‘What, are you an ingrate, Victoria?’

‘Thank you, Miss’ I quickly replied. I never wanted to incur this fiery young woman’s wrath.

And that was only the first hour in the Company House. A hell of a lot more was to come.