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Chapter 1. A\nProposal.

\n\n

There were three of us – Madison, Penelope and me,\nLetitia. We had all left school\ntogether, and were going up to uni in a few months. Our eighteenth birthdays were only a few\nweeks apart, and Pen’s had been the last – the twenty-ninth of June. So there we were, very excited about the next\nacademic year, but desperate to wash St. Luke's Academy out of our hair and have a bit of\nfun. The problem was, that was not the\nonly thing we were desperate for – no, not sex – what a dirty mind some people\nhave got! - money, stupid! We were all broke, and jobs were few on the\nground. No fun without money, and no\nmoney without serving in some grotty fast-food joint – which we were not\ninclined to do. Yeah, so we couldn’t\nafford to be picky, I know, but in the end we got our just desserts for being\nso precious.

\n\n

It was Pen’s fault, really. \nPen and her bright ideas. A few\nmonths ago her mum had broken up with her boyfriend, Ralph. Uncle Ralph, Pen always called him. She had quite liked him. He was always nice to her, never intrusive or\ngropy - quite an achievement given how cute she is, and her predilection for little miniskirts - and her mum seemed to like him too. \nBut then, for some reason she would not divulge, she dumped him. Pen, however, had kept in touch. He seemed to be really broken up about the\nwhole thing. He wouldn’t say what it was\neither, except that he’d told her about something – something to do with\nbusiness, and something to do with Pen – that she hadn’t liked. But on Pen’s birthday he’d sent both of them\nflowers. Her mum was furious. She realised he couldn’t send her daughter\nflowers without sending her flowers too. \nSo her bouquet was meaningless. \nBut it wasn’t just jealousy. She\nhad a right screaming session with Pen, warning her “never you go near\nthat…person!” Pen said she was sure she\nwas going to say “pervert”, but changed her mind at the last minute. Which only made her all the more intrigued.

\n\n

But the thing was, he also sent her a text. She showed it to me. After the usual pleasantries, he wrote, “by\nthe way, if you want to make a bit of cash in the holidays, get in touch. I’ve got a new business starting up, and we\nneed a few girls to get it off the ground. \nNothing dodgy, Pen. If you want\nto talk about it, we could go for lunch one day. Bring a friend or two if you like.”

\n\n

So that was it. Of\ncourse, we had to follow up. Maddy\nthought it might be modelling. I thought\nit might be “modelling” too! Pen said he\ndidn’t seem like that. So we reserved\njudgement.

\n\n

We met for lunch in a good Italian pizza restaurant. I was quite surprised by Ralph Denham. Younger than I had imagined – Pen’s mum was\nabout forty – and quite good-looking. \nLongish fair hair, very pale blue eyes, slim, well-dressed. He seemed slightly vague, as if he were\nconstantly thinking about something else. \nBut to get to the point. His\nproposal. I must admit, when he said the\nword “hostesses”, we exchanged knowing glances. \nBut it all sounded so innocent, the way he described it. “Hospitality”, he said. He organised parties, “all occasions, the\npartygoers needed waiting on and looking after…pretty girls…meet interesting\npeople…just give it a try…very tightly controlled…well-paid…”

\n\n

“What do you mean by “well-paid”, Uncle Ralph, asked Pen.

\n\n

“Oh, you’d work five-hour shifts, for which we’d pay you…let\nme see…give you a precise figure…” He\ntook out his phone. “Ah, yes. Here we are. \nForty pounds.”

\n\n

“Forty quid? For five\nhours?” sneered Maddy. “You must be\njoking!”

\n\n

“Oh, no dear, I mean forty an hour, of course. In cash. \nIt would be up to you to declare it if you think proper. We don’t keep records, you see. Not yet.”

\n\n

We stared at him, speechless.

\n\n

“Two hundred? For\nfive hours work?” queried Pen, disbelievingly.

\n\n

“Yes. People pay very\nwell to be entertained, you know. \nAnyway…you can think about it.”

\n\n

“I’d fucking break rocks for five hours for that sort of\nloot,” whispered Maddy in my ear.

\n\n

“You’ll get uniforms, of course.”

\n\n

“What, like air hostesses?” \nPen laughed. “What sort of\nuniforms?”

\n\n

“Well, they’re not finalised. If you’d like to come along to our offices\nlater this week, my PA will explain everything, and if you decide to sign up,\nwe’ll get you measured and briefed.”

\n\n

“We’ll do it!” said Pen. \n“Won’t we girls?”

\n\n

Maddy and I immediately concurred. For that sort of money…?

\n\n

So it was that the following Thursday morning we turned up at\nRalph’s offices. We had argued about what to wear, but in the end decided we\nshould simply wear our school uniforms – probably for the last time – to\nimpress them with what good, studious, well-behaved young ladies we were. The receptionist showed us into the main room,\na large, open-plan office, with women working away at computers. A statuesque brunette with a white blouse,\nblack pencil skirt, bright red lipstick and a tightly pinned bun was waiting to\nreceive us.

\n\n

“Good morning, girls. \nMister Denham told me to expect you. \nI’m Clarissa Desborough, his PA. \nYou are…?”

\n\n

We introduced ourselves. \nClarissa was attractive in a way, I suppose, but she had a permanent\nhalf-smile on her face, with just a hint of superciliousness.

\n\n

“Follow me, please.”

\n\n

She led us to a side door, and into a large, brightly-lit,\ndressing room, filled with racks of clothes and with dressing-table around the\nwalls.

\n\n

“Now, let’s get you measured up. Linda, darling, the girls are here!”

\n\n

Measured up for what we didn’t know, but there was something\nabout Clarissa that discouraged questions. \nLinda was a shortish young lady with a permanently worried look on her\nface. She measured us comprehensively,\nand with professional efficiency. She\nmeasured everything, and with such minute attention to detail we began to\nwonder what sort of uniform it could be. \nShe even measured our heads and feet! \n“We like to have a complete record,” said Clarissa, by way of\nexplanation. Then she excused herself\nand disappeared back into the main office. \nI took the opportunity to speak to Linda.

\n\n

“Linda. Hi. Do you know what we’re actually being\nmeasured for?”

\n\n

“Sorry, ladies. Could\nbe anything. They don’t tell me\nnothing. I just do the fittings and alterations.”

\n\n

As soon as she had finished, Clarissa returned.

\n\n

“Thank you Linda. Put\nthose on file, please. One final thing –\nI’d like each of you to walk up and down a few times. I consider deportment just as important as\nclothes. Follow me, if you would.”

\n\n

She led us into an adjacent room, fitted out as a\nphotographer’s studio, with scenery of woods and stuff and a sort of\ncatwalk. We each had to walk gracefully\nup and down several times, while she videoed us.

\n\n

“Thank you, girls. I\nand my associates will evaluate all the data we have collected, and give you\nour decision in due course. I apologise,\nbut I will have to ask you to leave now. \nI have to go into a meeting. Are\nyour free to come back at ten Monday morning? \nIf you are deemed suitable candidates – which from what I’ve seen is a\nstrong possibility – we should be able to proceed to a fitting of some\npreliminary outfits. And Mister Denham\nasked me to inform you that you may be required that evening, so if you could\nleave the day free? Thank you so\nmuch.” With which instruction, she\nushered us out, not much the wiser about the nature of the job than when we had\ngone in.

\n\n

Chapter 2. Suited and\nBooted.

\n\n

We speculated wildly all the weekend, but there were no\nfacts to work on. Ralph was silent, not\nresponding to Pen’s texts. Nevertheless\nwe presented ourselves back at the offices at ten sharp that Monday. Again, no Ralph, and only the taciturn\nClarissa to whom to address our questions, which she eluded with practised\ndexterity. She led us to a small side office\nwhere a secretary presented us with contracts to sign. We were a little reluctant to commit\nourselves without knowing what we were committing ourselves to, but the\ndocuments seemed innocent enough – details of pay, a guarantee of at least ten hours\npay a week – “that’s four hundred quid!” whispered Pen – in return for which we\nundertook to work when required, to obey instructions, to wear whatever\nuniforms we were allocated, to give at least two weeks’ notice, and so on. We didn’t read all the small print, to be\nhonest, but as it was clear this was a sine qua non, we went ahead and\nsigned. Then Clarissa led us straight to\nthe dressing room and left us. After a\nfew moments, Linda emerged from a side room, carrying three large cloth bags on\ndraw-strings, one pink, one yellow, one blue, each embroidered with an initial:\non the pink one, an L, on the yellow one, an M, and on the blue one, a P.

\n\n

“There all marked. \nYou can change in here.” Linda\nopened another side door, and showed us into a plain room with full-length\nmirrors and a few chairs, with a toilet door at one side. “Give me a shout when you’re done, and I’ll\ncome and check you.”

\n\n

We let her close the door, then eagerly opened our\nbags. Penelope gasped. Maddy released a burst of nervous\nlaughter. I just gaped. In my bag there were four things, all\npink. One, panties; two, gloves; three,\nboots; and four…a catsuit. Each item\nmade of smooth, glossy latex! We were\nindividually colour-coded. The colours\nseem to suit our natural colouring. I\nwas dark, Maddy a red-head, and Pen blonde. \nWe stared at each other, not quite knowing how to react.

\n\n

“We can’t wear these,” Pen cried. Too sexy. \nWay too sexy!”

\n\n

“They are sexy, all right,” said Maddy, “but feel the\nquality of the latex. Can you imagine\nwhat they must have cost? And they’ve\nbeen made to measure, too.”

\n\n

“What sort of party…?” I began. “I’m going to get some answers.” I went to the door and turned the\nhandle. The door was locked! I banged on it, shouting, “hello? Let us out, please?”

\n\n

The icy tones of Clarissa silenced me.

\n\n

“Stop that. You’re\nnot coming out until you have changed. You’re\nunder contract now. Just get on with it\nand think yourselves lucky. And use the\ntoilet before you dress. Those outfits\nare sealed.”

\n\n

I was fuming, but Maddy was already undressing.

\n\n

“Come on Lettie, let’s just do it. I want to see how sexy I look in this\nget-up!”

\n\n

So we used the toilet, and began to dress. The panties were very fine,\nsemi-transparent. The catsuit was made\nof heavy, high-quality latex. The seams\nwere finely welded, almost invisible; though I noticed in passing that the seam\nwhich ran from the waist through the crotch and back again on the inside was\nsort of tubular. I thought nothing of it\nat the time. It had a long zip up the\nback, with a very high collar, with three welded loops like belt-loops, and secured\nby two large steel press-studs. It even\nhad shaped feet! I shivered slightly as\nI stepped into the legs, the rubber was so smooth and cool. It fitted me like a second skin. I don’t have large breasts, but the cups had\nbeen cleverly shaped to accentuate them, moulded so that the heavy latex\ncompressed them into firm pointed cones, causing the nipples to distend and jut\nout. The effect was enhanced by the\nthinning of the latex at the points of the breasts, where it became fine and\nflexible, almost translucent. We had\nzipped each other up, not without some effort. \nThe pull on the zip was pierced, and designed to be held in place by the\nbig press-studs. They took some pressure\nto close, and each one snapped together with a sound like a pistol shot,\nsecuring both the collar and the zip.

\n\n

The boots were half-calf length, lined, just like riding\nboots, but much shinier. Again, we found\nthey fitted perfectly, close about the calf and ankle without being tight. Finally, we pulled on our gloves, which came high\non the wrist. Once we are all firmly\nencased, I stole a look at my friends, and flushed slightly at the sight of\ntheir gleaming, tightly-sheathed bodies, and especially their engorged nipples,\nthrusting forward as if demanding attention. \nThat Clarissa certainly had an eye for detail!

\n\n

“It feels so…exciting!” grinned Pen. “I feel…I don’t know…invulnerable!”

\n\n

“I feel like a robot,” I said.

\n\n

“You look like a big rubber doll!” laughed Maddy. Her\ngaze dropped to my breasts. “A sex\ndoll,” she murmured, thoughtfully. She\nturned to the door. “All right, Clarissa. We’re changed. Now let us out, please.”

\n\n

A key turned in the lock, and we filed out. Clarissa was standing watching us, arms\nfolded, a smug expression of her face. I\nthink suddenly we all felt like schoolgirls in front of the head teacher, because\nwe actually lined up against the wall, as if for inspection.

\n\n

Clarissa nodded with satisfaction. “Good. \nVery good. Have you seen\nyourselves? Of course you have. You look very beautiful – you all have\nwonderful figures – and very, very formidable.”

\n\n

“Formidable?” queried Maddy.

\n\n

“Formidable, Maddy. \nThat’s the idea, you see. You’re\ngoing to be hostesses at parties. These\nparties can get…well, not out of hand – we wouldn’t allow that – but, shall we\nsay, a little wild? The women as well as\nthe men. These outfits…well, they post a\nwarning – don’t mess with us.”

\n\n

Yes, I thought, but they also post an invitation – feast\nyour eyes on us, lust after us, imagine what it would feel like…. Even, please fondle our breasts! But I didn’t say any of this. There was something in what she said, I\nsupposed. And there seemed to be no\ngoing back. I looked at my friends. Maddy was enjoying the feeling, I could see. She was always the boldest of us. Pen was flushed. She was quite a shy girl. This was not something she would wear in her\nwildest dreams. Maybe that’s why she also\nlooked excited.

\n\n

Linda was going around us, checking the fit.

\n\n

“I think they’re as near perfect as they can be, Miss\nClarissa,” she murmured. “Miss”\nClarissa! Well, well. That seemed perfectly appropriate. Clarissa must have registered by thoughts.

\n\n

“Yes, Letitia. I’m\nnormally addressed as “miss”, in recognition of the fact that I am in charge\nhere – in charge of the project, in charge of the organisation, in charge of\nthe remuneration – in charge of the personnel. She waited.

\n\n

“Yes, miss,” I found myself responding. A gratified smile appeared on her lips.

\n\n

“Before we proceed, we should record your appearance once\nagain. Please step into the studio,\ngirls.”

\n\n

We went through the same routine, catwalking while Clarissa\nfilmed us, but this time with a bit more swank. \nSure, we had never worn anything like this before, and the outfits\nseemed to give us confidence.

\n\n

“Good. Very\ngood.” She packed up her camera. “Now, to business. You have an early engagement today. A wedding reception. It starts at twelve. I will drive you, and supervise you. It will last at least four hours, possibly\nfive. You will then be paid, and\ndismissed. All you will be required to\ndo is to serve drinks, be courteous, and make yourselves agreeable. Follow me. \nLinda? Have you got…?”

\n\n

“The hoods miss. Here\nthey are.” She handed Clarissa a leather\nsatchel.

\n\n

Hoods? We gave each\nother nervous looks, but none of us was brave enough to say a word. She led us out of a back door, to where a\nblack limousine with darkened windows was parked. We took our places in the spacious seats,\nClarissa started the engine, and soon we were speeding away towards an unknown\ndestination.

\n\n

Chapter 3. The First\nAssignment.

\n\n

The journey took less than half an hour. We arrived at a big country hotel.

\n\n

“Let’s go, girls,” said Clarissa, grabbing the satchel. She jumped out and opened our door. We trooped after her into the main entrance,\nfeeling rather self-conscious. In the\nlobby she made for reception, leaving us standing in the middle of the\nfloor. There were few people around –\nmaybe a dozen, a mixture of staff and guests – but to a man – and woman – they\nstopped in their tracks and stared. We\nfidgeted uncomfortably. Pen\nblushed. But she was back again in a\nmoment.

\n\n

“This way.”

\n\n

We followed like children as she led us through a pair of\ndouble doors opposite reception and into a beautiful ballroom, with long\npolished tables arranged around the sides. \nThere were a handful of girls, a couple of whom I recognised from the\noffice, arranging flowers, moving tables, and laying places. On the main table at the head of the room\nthere was a three-tiered wedding cake. \nThe girls stopped their preparations to stare at us. One or two giggled and exchanged whispers.

\n\n

“Get on, please.” \nClarissa’s voice sliced through the hush. “Attend to your tasks.” The girls got back to work at once. She checked her watch. “The guests will be here in less than an hour. Let’s get you ready.” She led us into a side room, and closed the\ndoor behind us. She looked at us, then\nlooked into the bag. “No, this isn’t\ngoing to work. Your hair’s too long. All of you. \nWe’ll have to forego the hoods today. \nTomorrow we’ll get your hair cut short.”

\n\n

“But Clarissa - miss, I mean – I don’t want to get my\nhair cut!” protested Maddy. “I like it\njust how it is.”

\n\n

I mumbled my concurrence. \nClarissa’s compressed her lips.

\n\n

“Well, my dear, if you had read the contract you signed this\nvery morning, you would have seen that we have total control over your\nappearance – your dress, your makeup, and your hair. There is a considerable financial penalty for\nnon-compliance.”

\n\n

“Really?”

\n\n

“Yes. Moreover,\ngirls, you will be receiving the very best styling. You’ll be going to Mason’s” – Mason’s was\njust about the poshest stylist in the county, and very expensive – “and we\nemploy only the top makeup artists.” \nThere was a polite knock at the door. \n“And if I’m not mistaken…” She\nopened the door. “Jenny! Hello, darling! Yes, here she is. She’ll be responsible for your makeup from\nnow on. So I’ll leave you here in her\ncapable hands, if I may, and I’ll see you in half an hour or so.” With which she left, closing the door firmly\nbehind her, as a final reminder of her absolute authority.

\n\n

I have to admit that the idea of having my hair done at\nMason’s was outweighing any reservations I may have felt. In any case, I’d always wanted a cute, chic\nhaircut, instead of the slightly frumpy sixth-form mediocrity I’d been used\nto. I think all the attention we’d\nalready received was making all of us rethink our priorities. Even Maddy’s frown of rebelliousness had been\nreplaced by a quiet smile.

\n\n

“Good morning, girls,” Jenny greeted us. “Now I’m sorry this will have to be so\nhurried, but the booking was all a bit last minute, as I expect you know.” We sort of gathered that. “So please, if one of you could sit at the\ndressing-table? You maybe?” She indicated Pen. “Thank you. \nNow, let’s see…”

\n\n

Jenny had a big case and got to work right away, wiping\nPen’s face, using foundation, and applying lipstick, blusher, eye shadow and\nmascara. She did a quick styling job on\nher hair, a few sprays of lacquer, and finished off with a couple of dabs of\nperfume just above Pen’s collar. She was\ngood, all right. It seemed to me she\nused colours I hadn’t ever seen before. \nShe matched the exact shade of blue of Pen’s catsuit for her eye shadow,\nand used a pale mauve lip gloss. And as\nshe worked, she talked.

\n\n

“Now girls, as I said, I’m going to be your personal makeup\nguy for the duration of your contract. \nWe’ll get to know each other quite well, I think. You’re all very pretty, I must say – which\nmakes my job all the easier. I gather\nfrom Clarissa that these are going to be your primary costumes, and I’ll also\nbe responsible for keeping them smart. \nSo before each assignment expect a bit of polishing or adjustment. And I believe there is likely to be some, er,\ndesign modifications, which you will be made aware of at the appropriate time. The key to being a successful hostess,\nhowever, is nothing to do with these external appearances, but everything to do\nwith how you feel in yourselves. \nConfidence – that’s the key. \nAlways remember that.” She stood\nback. “There dear, you’re done. Next!”

\n\n

Maddy got yellow eye shadow and red lip gloss. I got pink of both. By ten to twelve she was finished. She packed her case, and headed for the\ndoor.

\n\n

“Sorry it’s been such a rush. When I next see you, we’ll have more time,\nand we can get properly introduced. \nRemember – confidence!” And she\nswept out.

\n\n

We were left standing there dazed with the speed of\nevents. We had no time to recover,\nhowever, because Clarissa returned to inspect us. She arranged us in line.

\n\n

“Very nice. Very nice\nindeed, girls. I can tell you’re going\nto make wonderful hostesses. In this\nbusiness you see a lot of wannabes, but I really think you three have got\nsomething special.”

\n\n

We positively swelled with pride. Praise from Clarissa must have been a rare\nhonour. It was very clever of her, I\nrealised in retrospect, to play this game. \nIt gave an immediate boost to our confidence, but also, it made us more\nlikely to comply with future demands and developments. And things developed, all right.

\n\n

She ushered us out. \nOn a nearby table were three little trays, one pink, one yellow, one\nblue, with matching attachments. She\ncalled us forward one by one. I went\nfirst. The tray was only seven or eight\ninches deep, and recessed. One side was\nconcave and fitted with straps. Clarissa\nmade me hold it to my waist, while she went behind me and buckled the straps up\nat the back. There were two little rings\nat the leading corners, and to these she clipped a silver chain, which passed\nbehind my neck, and held the tray level.

\n\n

“There, Letitia. Now\nthe idea is to use the tray to collect used glasses, and take them to the\nkitchen hatchway at the end of the hall. \nThere are baskets there to receive them. \nJust take your time and place them in carefully. You will also be serving the wines. You will be serving the red, Penelope the\nwhite, and Madison the champagne. That’s\nall you have to do today – that, and smile, of course. You should be both useful and decorative.”

\n\n

The wedding reception was great! There must have been over a hundred\nguests. The bride was very pretty and\nthe groom, who came and thanked us personally afterwards – and gave us a\nsizeable tip – was such a nice guy. We\nfound ourselves the centre of attention. \nAt first it made me nervous, feeling eyes on me wherever I was. People were taking photos, and Clarissa was\nfilming us again – for her records, I suppose. \nIn fact, she filmed us, or got someone else to film us, at all those\nearly events. But after a while I began\nto enjoy the attention, and the admiring glances. And the guests all wanted to chat. And the end I had a stiff neck from bending\nover to talk to them. I think we made\nquite an impression, especially on the male guests. One little boy of about twelve stared at us\nunblinking for the duration of the reception! \nAnd at one point a rather posh middle-aged lady came up and put her hand on my arm.

\n\n

“Darling, you all look wonderful. What a good idea to spice up the event a\nlittle. I’ve been to lots of weddings,\nbut I have never seen waitresses in such…well, sexy costumes. My husband is beside himself, poor thing. He would like…well, never mind what he would\nlike. But I think I may be receiving\nsome rubber gear of my own in the not too distant future.”

\n\n

“Oh, th-thank you,” I stammered. “This is our very first event. We were quite nervous, but everyone’s been so\nnice…”

\n\n

“It won’t be your last. \nI’m going to get the contact details from that…that boss lady of yours,\nand recommend you to all my friends. \nTake it from me, darling, you’re going to be busy...very busy…”

\n\n

After the meal, a dance band came in, and everyone migrated\nto the dance floor. We stood aside, but\ncontinued to fill and top up glasses. I\nlooked at my friends. They were both\nglowing with excitement. Clarissa passed\nby.

\n\n

“Well done, girls. \nI’ve spoken to Mister Denham, and he’s agreed you should have a bonus of\nan extra hour’s pay each. And I see\nyou’ve had a few tips, too. You’ll\nfinish at five, and you can change and go straight home. But be in at ten tomorrow. We need to have a de-brief, and your Mason’s\nappointment is booked for eleven thirty.”

\n\n

We left that evening with over three hundred pounds each in our\npockets! We could hardly believe our\nluck. We went for a little celebration\nof our own.

\n\n

“She’s not so bad, that Clarissa, is she?” said Pen.

\n\n

“When you get to know her,” I added. “At first, I thought…”

\n\n

“She was a bitch?” put in Maddy. “Yeah, so did I. But I’m reserving judgement. Anyway, there’s nowhere else we could earn\nthis sort of dough. I’m not telling my\nboyfriend a thing. He knows I’m in\n“hospitality”, that’s all. And that’s\nhow it’s staying. If it carries on like\nthis, I might even be able to buy myself a car in a few weeks. Imagine!”

\n\n

“I’m giving most of mine to my mum,” said Pen. “She’s been having a really tough time, what\nwith her debts, the rent, and the kids… \nI’ve even considered putting off uni for a year…”

\n\n

“Pen, no!” I cried.

\n\n

“Why not? I think\nit’s better to get some experience of real life before you go back with all\nthose fucking little swots like Alison Peters and them…”

\n\n

“It’s an idea…” said Maddy, thoughtfully. “Just think…if it went on like this…”

\n\n

“Yeah, I suppose…” I said. \n“But we’ve only done one gig so far. \nLet’s give it a few weeks, and see how things are then.”

\n\n

Chapter 4. Makeover.

\n\n

I think we all slept well that night. We met up at half nine and were at the office\nbefore ten. Clarissa was waiting in the\ndressing-room, as fresh and brisk as ever.

\n\n

“Mister Denham’s very pleased with you. It looks as though your performance yesterday\nwill generate lots more business for us. \nSo well done, all of you.” She\nsmiled in a way she had - her eyes narrowed a little, but her lips hardly\ncurved. We came to recognise that\nexpression as a harbinger of trouble.

\n\n

“If there’s any little criticism I could make…well, it’s a\nminor thing, but it’s always better to get these little glitches ironed out at\nonce, don’t you agree? Deportment.”

\n\n

“Deportment?” I repeated.

\n\n

“Yes, dear. \nDeportment. Posture, if you\nlike. There was a lot of chatting to the\nguests, I noticed. This should be kept\nto a minimum, and of course, you should never, never start a conversation. Respond, of course. But otherwise maintain a chaste silence. Remember you are servants, not equals. Besides which, all that leaning over…it spoils\nyour posture. You need to be seen to be\nseparate from the guests. They can\nrelax, you cannot. Think of yourselves\nas decorative robots, simply supplying their needs with the greatest efficiency\nand disinterestedness imaginable.”

\n\n

“But we’re not…” began Maddy.

\n\n

“Hush, Maddy! Don’t\ninterrupt. Listen, and learn. You will behave as I direct, or you may\nleave.”

\n\n

“Sorry, Miss Clarissa.”

\n\n

“Good. Shortly you\nwill be taken to Mason’s. Before we\nleave, however, Linda will take a few more measurements.” She turned. \n“Linda? The girls are ready. Now girls, stand quite straight, chins up,\nlook straight ahead. That’s right.”

\n\n

Linda hurried over with her tape. Clarissa turned and went back into the main\noffice. I guess we were all wondering\nwhat was going on. We soon found out. Linda had to stand on a little stool to do\nher work. She measured our necks! Our necks, at the base and under the chin,\nand the length of our necks too, back and front.

\n\n

“Collars!” said Maddy. \n“It’s collars isn’t it, Linda?”

\n\n

“I dunno, miss,” relied Linda, unconvincingly. “I just does what I’m told.”

\n\n

This development was slightly unnerving. But we had no time to discuss it. The measuring done, Clarissa reappeared, and\nin a few minutes we were back in the limo, heading for Mason’s.

\n\n

I have to hand it to Clarissa, she didn’t do anything by\nhalves. Not only did we get our hair\ndone, and the full facial treatment, we had manicures, pedicures and massages\nas well. We didn’t get out till nearly\nthree in the afternoon. But we felt like\na million dollars. Pen looked really\ncute with short hair. Because she was\nblonde it couldn’t be too short, and somehow they’d managed to retain a\nslightly edgy, sophisticated look. \nMaddy’s reddy bronze hair was short – cropped – making her look\ndangerous, as well as lesbian. But I\ndidn’t tell her that. My cut was\nsmoother, and neatly shaped. It felt\nstrange – cool in both senses – but they say change your hair, change your\nlife, and that was exactly what I felt was happening. Anyway, the main thing, of course, Clarissa\nwas highly delighted with the results, and was all satisfied smiles all the way\nback. She even stroked Maddy’s head a\ncouple of times, enjoying the velvety feel of the cropped hairs, and looking at\nher in a way which…well, made me wonder a bit.

\n\n

We entered the main office, all the staff giving us the once\nover. A girl gave Clarissa a sheet of\npaper.

\n\n

“Oh, girls. You’ll be\npleased to know you have another engagement. \nThursday evening, seven till twelve. \nPlease be here by five.”

\n\n

“Miss? Is it another\nwedding reception, or…”

\n\n

“Er, no, I think not, Letitia….It’s a club. Run by a friend of mine, actually. I suggested she take a look at you. But I’m sure you’ll be ready for anything.”

\n\n

As we made our way out, we speculated on the venue.

\n\n

“Night club, do you think?” asked Pen.

\n\n

“Bit early for that, isn’t it?” I said.

\n\n

“As long as it’s not some awful men’s club,” frowned Maddy.

\n\n

“Well, we’ll soon find out.”

\n\n

Chapter 5. A Few Slight\nModifications.

\n\n

I spent a few pounds of my money on clothes, gave some to my\nyounger brother Mark, and put the rest away. \nI suppose I was a very prudent, conventional young lady in those\ndays. That was why the job was so incredibly\nexciting. Quite apart from the pay, I\ngot to look really sexy without the responsibility, if you know what I\nmean. I was insulated – literally – from\npredatory advances. I could show off,\ntitillate them even, all the while hiding behind my job – my ‘duties’, and the\nstrict controls enforced by Clarissa. \nAnother example of her cleverness; by making us feel we were a highly-trained,\nwell-disciplined team, acting under a confident and experienced leader in total\ncontrol of events, she could get us to do pretty much anything she wanted\nwithout question.

\n\n

The first thing she wanted, that Thursday afternoon, was to\nmake a couple of modifications to our outfits. \nWe collected our uniforms from our lockers, and headed for the changing\nroom.

\n\n

“Don’t bother to button up your collars today, girls,” Clarissa\ncalled, just as we were closing the door. \nI look at the others and shrugged. \n“Okay, miss.”

\n\n

“So today, girls, now your hair is sorted out, you’ll get to\nwear your hoods. You’re going to love\nthem.” The cloth bag was on the\nworktop. She pulled them out and placed\nthem in front of us. The colours matched\nour suits, of course. Though made of thick rubber, they looked like weird\ndeflated balloons.

\n\n

“Here, let me help you. \nPenelope?”

\n\n

Pen looked doubtful, but Clarissa picked up the blue hood,\nshook it open, and, stretching it out, placed over the crown of her head. It made that characteristic rippling sound as\nClarissa began to work it down, pushing Pen’s ears up inside.

\n\n

“Ow, miss…”

\n\n

“Keep still, Penelope. \nIt won’t hurt you. The rubber’s\nso smooth….”

\n\n

Clarissa gave it a final yank, and it snapped into\nplace. It couldn’t have fitted more\nperfectly if it had been moulded to her head. \nThe oval face opening was only just large enough to frame her features, skirting\nher eyebrows and almost touching her lower lip. \nHer face was a picture! She was\nfrowning and pouting with shyness. \nClarissa was getting impatient.

\n\n

“Goodness, girl! \nWhat’s the matter? Smile! You can’t go to a party with that sour\nexpression on your face.”

\n\n

“It feels funny, miss… \nAnd I can’t hear!”

\n\n

“I’m going to attend to that. Stand still and let me fix the neck.”

\n\n

The hood had a long neckpiece, which Clarissa rolled down as\nfar as it would go. Then she zipped up\nthe last bit of the catsuit zip, closing the collar over the neck of the hood, folded\nthe zip-pull into position, and snapped the press-studs firmly in place. She stood back to admire the result.

\n\n

“What do you think, girls?”

\n\n

“Pretty cool,” said Maddy. \nThen added, “and pretty sexy, in a weird way.”

\n\n

She was right. Apart\nfrom her little sulky face, Pen was encased entirely in smooth, gleaming pastel\nblue latex. It sent a shiver through\nme. God knows what the men would make of\nit. What was Clarissa getting us\ninto? But even then she wasn’t finished.

\n\n

“Linda? Bring the posture\ncollars, would you, there’s a dear?”

\n\n

Pen turned towards Linda. \nShe brought over three extremely high collars, and handed them to\nClarissa. Even the leather was coloured\nto match our suits. Each collar had a\nrow of three silver buckles on straps at the back, and a silver ring at the\nfront. Clarissa selected the blue one. I could see the leather was heavy and stiff,\nand the front of the collar dipped down so that it would sit on the collarbone.

\n\n

“Chin up, Penelope! \nHigher. Good…”

\n\n

She held the collar in place, reached round, and did up one\nof the straps. Then she turned Pen round\nand buckled the other two. The front of\nthe collar curved under her chin, preventing her lowering her head.

\n\n

“It’s too tight, miss,” complained Pen, beginning to panic.

\n\n

“Nonsense! It’ll keep\nyour head up where it should be. Deportment,\nPenelope. Remember? Get used to it.”

\n\n

“I can’t hear you! \nThis hood…” Pen held one hand up\nto her ear. It was only then I noticed a\nconvexity in the side of the hood. An\noval mound right where Pen’s ear would be.

\n\n

“Don’t fuss. The hood\nhas ear pads. You won’t be able to hear\nuntil I remove the plugs.. Just a minute.” \nShe went and rummaged in a drawer. \nI looked more closely at the side of the hood. In the very centre on the ear pad there was a\nlittle plug, about a quarter of an inch across, with a slot in it. But there was something else. Immediately behind the earpad was what looked\nlike a flat belt-loop, welded to the rubber. \nAnd there was another just below it.

\n\n

Clarissa returned with a thing like a plastic\nscrewdriver. She inserted the end in the\nslot, turned it, and the plug sprang out. \nShe pulled it right out, and did the same to the other side of Pen’s\nhead.

\n\n

“There. Better now?”

\n\n

“Yes, thank you, miss… \nMiss? What are they for?”

\n\n

“They’re for times when it’s better you don’t hear what\npeople are saying. Some guests want\nassurance that they can have a private conversation without the waitress\noverhearing. That’s all.”

\n\n

“I see…”

\n\n

“And Miss Clarissa,” I said, “what are those loops for?”

\n\n

She gave me a wry smile. \n“Enough questions for now, Letitia. \nWe need to get you ready. Put on\nyour hoods, please. I’ll help you with\nthe collars.”

\n\n

When we were all tightly hooded and collared, Clarissa\nbrought us some matching belts, made of very soft, pliable leather, each with a\nplastic fastening, and a little purse attached.

\n\n

“I thought these would look nice, and now you’ll have\nsomewhere to keep your earplugs, or anything else you may need – a tissue, or a\nlipstick, or whatever.” She buckled them\non us. “Now, how do you feel?”

\n\n

We murmured something agreeable – we wouldn’t have dared\ncomplain – but for myself, it felt very strange having my head forced erect\nlike that, and my neck constricted. In\nthe suit alone, I had felt comfortable - even liberated. Now I felt the opposite: restrained,\ncontrolled, almost…in bondage! I felt a\nlittle nervous, to be honest. Vulnerable. But also…I almost didn’t like to admit it…aroused! The whole dynamic of the outfit had\nchanged. Whereas before the suit had\nseemed comforting, flexible and protective, now it clasped my body in a\nsensual, almost lascivious way. The effect of the close-fitting hood and the\nconstraining collar was to bring home to me the true function of my outfit: to\nentice and arouse, to dangle me as bait. \nThe collar in particular, while it pushed my chin back, it tended to\nmake me thrust my breasts forward. I\nlooked own at my nipples, pointed and engorged. \nI had been right. It was more an\ninvitation than a defence.

\n\n

I looked at the others. \nMaddy seemed to be relishing the sensation of her modified costume, but\nPen was obviously still uncertain. I\ndecided to walk around a bit, and see how it all felt, and then I discovered\nsomething else. The belt had had the\neffect of pulling the tubular internal crotch seam tight up into my pussy. I felt in slip in between the central furrow,\nand as I walked, it flipped softly back and forth against my clitoris,\ngenerating waves of pleasure. Oh my\ngod! I was in a panic, wondering how I could\npossibly cope with five hours of that! I\neven considered telling Clarissa I was feeling unwell, but one glance at her\ntold me she wouldn’t wear it. In any\ncase, the chance had gone, because the next moment we were being ushered\noutside and into the limo.

\n\n

Chapter 6. The Club.

\n\n

As we were driven away, Clarissa at last deigned to\nenlighten us as to our destination. It\nwas a party – yes, we guessed; a “special” party – well aren’t they all? We may find it more “challenging” than the\nwedding reception. Get to the point, I\nwas thinking. The club was called “The\nPit”. It was in a cellar. Sounded promising. It would be rather dark, so we would be\nequipped with LED necklaces and wristbands so the guests would know where we in\nthe gloom. Great, I thought. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if I were totally\ninvisible. And what sort of club was it,\nasked Maddy.

\n\n

“Wait and see, Madison. \nI think you’ll fit right in…”

\n\n

It was a sunny day, but as soon as we stepped through the\ndoor of the club we were plunged into pitch darkness. As we became accustomed to the gloom, we saw\na row of red wall lights leading downwards. \nWe made our way gingerly down the steps, Clarissa leading. We walked along a red-lit corridor. We could hear a hubbub of voices. A woman appeared and greeted Clarissa. They had a whispered conversation, during\nwhich the woman looked us up and down, then smile and nodded approvingly. Clarissa stood aside, and the woman led us\ninto a cavernous room. The ceiling, if\nthere was one, was invisible to us. \nThere were red lights around the walls, and tables with little\nnightlights burning in dishes. Seated at the table were the members – I would\nsay at least sixty or seventy. The room\nhad a tiled floor, and the central area, which was empty of tables, was lit by\nspotlights high on the walls. In the middle\nwas a piece of equipment made of wood and covered with red leather, like a\nminiature vaulting horse, with ring plates screwed to its sides, and two sets\nof red straps hanging down each side of the padded top. The top itself was shaped so that at one end\nthe sides curled up to form a valley. The\npossibilities of such a piece of equipment were not lost on me. A microphone hung from the darkness, about\neight feet above the floor. The woman\nwas already leading us to a corner where there was a counter, a hatchway and a\nfew traditionally-dressed waitresses in attendance, ferrying plates of food out\nto the guests.

\n\n

“I’m Ilse,” she whispered. \n“Thank you for coming. Now, all\nyou have to do is to fill glasses with whatever wine our guests request. They’ve all paid for as much as they can\ndrink, so there’s no need to skimp. The\nnormal waitresses will collect glasses and distribute clean ones. You’re here to add atmosphere, as much as\nanything. You don’t have to smile, you\ndon’t have to interact in any way. In\nfact, it’s better you don’t. In any\ncase, I don’t suppose they’ll be paying much attention to you. Which is a pity,” she added peering at us,\n“since you look pretty amazing.” She\npicked up the glowing necklaces and wrist bands from the counter and helped us\non with them. “Right. Off you go. \nAnd try not to get distracted. If\nyou want to watch the performance you can do so later – all our events are\nprofessionally filmed. Just focus on\nyour jobs.”

\n\n

“What did she mean by that?” asked Pen, as we collected our\nbottles.

\n\n

“Dunno,” I said. But\nI already had my suspicions.

\n\n

There were lots of glasses to be filled. We were kept busy. It was warm work, and my catsuit exuded the sickly\nscent of latex. That internal seam tormented\nby clit unrelentingly. Once, in the\ndarkness, I ventured to touch myself. I\nactually groaned out loud, making a woman nearby stare at me. I could have cum quite easily had I\ndared. But I had to keep my cool.

\n\n

Some hope. The show\nwas about to start. Ilse made an\nannouncement, the usual stuff about thanking the members for their support and\nhoping they enjoyed the entertainment. \nAnd inviting their participation, whatever that meant. There was a lull in demand for drinks, and an\nexpectant hush descended. I made my way\nto a side wall, where Pen and Maddy were standing.

\n\n

“You two all right?”

\n\n

“I’ve never been so horny,” groaned Maddy. “This suit…”

\n\n

“I know! Me too. Pen? \nHow are you?”

\n\n

She nodded, embarrassed. \n“Same.”

\n\n

At that moment, a little group appeared from the darkness; two\nyoung women uniformly attired in crisp white shirts with black bow-ties, cream\nriding breeches, rubber riding boots, and short black rubber gloves, one of\nthem, a blonde, with a backpack - dragging between them another – a girl,\nslight and short-haired, in a white blouse and plaid mini-skirt, white socks\nand trainers. She had black leather\ncuffs on her wrists and ankles, a broad black studded collar around her neck,\nfrom which two straps went up the sides of her head and connected to another\nwhich ran around her head just above her eyes. \nShe was protesting loudly.

\n\n

“No! I won’t! Leave me be, you bitches! I’ll report you, and…”

\n\n

“And what, Poppy dear?” asked the blonde’s colleague, a slim\nbrunette. “We’ll deny everything. It’ll be two against one. You’ll be the one who gets the cane.”

\n\n

The microphone caught their voices, and broadcast them from\nspeakers attached to the walls.

\n\n

They arrived at the ‘vaulting horse’.

\n\n

“No! Stop it! What are you doing?”

\n\n

“She’s for it now,” whispered a woman sitting just in front\nof us, to her friend. “Wait and see.”

\n\n

“You need a lesson you won’t forget, missy,” cried blondie. “In future, do what you’re told, and don’t be\ncheeky.”

\n\n

They pulled her face down, struggling and shouting, along\nthe horse. She fought them all the way,\nbut while one of them held her down, the other pulled one of her wrists down\nthe side of the horse and clipped it to a ring. \nThen she did the same with the other side, and finally they clipped her\nankle cuffs to the rear bottom corners, so that her legs were slightly\napart. Her bottom stuck out at the plain\nend of the horse, while at the other, her face was held firmly in the\nvalley. Her little skirt had ridden up,\nrevealing her wriggling bottom, contained within a pair of taut pink Barbie\npanties!

\n\n

Pen gasped, and Maddy drew a deep breath, and shifted her\nposition slightly, crossing her legs.

\n\n

Poppy was still yelling and swearing. Brunette drew a riding whip from the side of\nher boot, and gave her a cut across the backs of her thighs.

\n\n

“Ouch! Fuck you,\nyou ugly slag. You’d better watch out. You’re gonna regret this!”

\n\n

Her mistresses exchanged glances. The backpack was dumped on the ground, and\nwhile brunette buckled the broader of the two straps tightly over the small of\nher back, blondie rummaged in a side pocket and pulled out what even I\nrecognised as a ball-gag on a strap – a red rubber ball on a black leather\nstrap. To make her open her mouth she\nsqueezed her cheeks quite roughly, and forced the ball between her teeth. It was large enough to silence her almost\ncompletely. She held it there while the\nother buckled the ends to the cheek-straps. \nHaving dealt with the unfortunate girl to their satisfaction, they stood\nback to admire their work.

\n\n

“Mmmm! Mmmff!” said\nPoppy.

\n\n

“What did she say?”

\n\n

“Not sure. Maybe she\nwants her butt-plug.”

\n\n

At this, Poppy stopped whining and shook her head\nvigorously. But to no avail.

\n\n

“That must be it.”

\n\n

The blonde pulled a black conical plug from the bag and\nbegan to coat it with some sort of clear lube. \nWhen she was done, the brunette hooked one finger in the top of Poppy’s\npanties and drew the waistband down just far enough to allow the other to place\nthe tip of the plug between her cheeks. \nShe stiffened, and squeezed her buttocks together, but the lubricated\nshaft slid home easily, eliciting a squeak of dismay from its recipient. Brunette snapped the panties back into place,\nand arranged them fussily, so that Barbie’s face once more smiled happily at\nthe spectators.

\n\n

Chapter 7. The Show.

\n\n

Poppy was no longer struggling, but now she squirmed slowly\nas she accustomed herself to the sensation of the butt-plug. After a pause to contemplate their prisoner, brunette\nremarked, “those legs could do with some attention - her skin looks terribly\ndry. ”

\n\n

“Okay. I think I’ve\ngot some cream here,” replied the other, squatting down and producing a tube\nfrom the bag.

\n\n

The girls positioned themselves one each side of her, and\nbegan to massage cream into the backs of her thighs, occasionally allowing\ntheir fingers to brush her crotch. \nWhenever this happened, she flinched. \nShe could do no more, so securely was she restrained. At length, brunette stopped, and checked her\nfingers.

\n\n

“Is it my imagination, or…”

\n\n

“What’s that on your fingers?”

\n\n

Brunette was rubbing her fingertips together. “Don’t know. It’s not cream. It’s sticky, slimy…”

\n\n

They stared at each other for a second in mock horror. Then blonde ducked down and peered upwards at\nPoppy’s crotch.

\n\n

“There’s a wet patch on her panties! The rude little bitch! We’re trying to help her, and she’s getting\noff on it!” She pulled the crotch of her\npanties to one side. “Look at that! I knew it! \nThat’s disgusting!” Poppy’s\nhairless pussy was indeed wet. Even from\nwhere we stood we could see it glistening in the bright light. Blonde appealed to the audience. “Isn’t it?”

\n\n

Murmurs of agreement. \nFrom somewhere on the far side of the room, a woman called out, “She should\nbe given a good spanking!” Another woman\nadded, “and a good shagging!”

\n\n

By this time Maddy was watching with her mouth wide open,\nand Pen looked in a state of shock. \nPersonally, I was trembling all over, wondering where this could all be\ngoing next. But at least we knew what\nsort of club it was now.

\n\n

Brunette nodded. \n“Good idea,” she cried, with an evil grin. Her friend slid Poppy’s panties down onto her\nthighs, exposing her bottom, and she proceeded to administer five cracks of her\nwhip, making the poor girl jerk and squeak with pain. Replacing the whip in her boot, she stroked\nthe flesh, now criss-crossed with red weals, for a minute, and then, with a\nwink at the audience, slid two rubber-sheathed fingers into Poppy’s pussy!

\n\n

Poppy made inarticulate noises of protestation, wriggling\nher bum desperately, but she was firmly secured and completely helpless. Brunette began to slide her fingers in and\nout. The squelching of Poppy’s wet\npussy, picked up by the mike, was quite audible. When brunette added a third finger, two\nthings happened. Poppy started to emit a\ncontinuous muffled squeal….and I came. I\nhad been fingering myself for several seconds, and that was the last straw. “Oh my god….” I groaned. I was holding onto the back of the chair in front\nof me, but even so my legs gave way, and I sank to my knees. Pen was by my side in a moment, putting her\narm round me and supporting me.

\n\n

“You okay, Letty?” I\nstarted to make excuses. “It’s okay. I understand.!”

\n\n

I looked at her, slightly ashamed of myself. She lowered her eyes, embarrassed. I couldn’t make out her colour in the dim\ncandlelight, but I guessed her cheeks were burning. She’d always been the innocent one. Prim and proper Penelope! We used to tease her about it. I was amazed she’d lasted this long in the\nnew job, given the outfit she was required to wear.

\n\n

Maddy bent down, and whispered, “you’re not the only one,\nLetty. Half the audience are at it too!”

\n\n

Brunette held up her fingers, gleaming with Poppy’s juices.

\n\n

“She needs a cock, gentlemen. That’s what she really needs. A big, hard cock, deep inside her. Any volunteers?”

\n\n

Several men rose to offer their services, but a woman from\nthe front row was already dragging her partner into the brightly-lit\narena. His penis was erect, sticking out\nof his open fly.

\n\n

“Here you are. He’s\nall ready for her. Go on, Simon, show\nher what you can do.”

\n\n

Simon was blushing, but obviously so aroused that his lust\neasily trumped his embarrassment. \nBlondie was ready with a condom, which she rolled on with impressive\nprofessionalism. Simon didn’t\nhesitate. He positioned his prick\ncarefully, then slid it in as far as it would go. Poppy stiffened. There was a general intake of breath. Then he had taken hold of the red strap, and\nwas pounding away for all he was worth, head thrown back, grunting at every\nthrust! As he fucked her, his partner\ndeftly unbuckled his belt and released his jeans, pulling them down, and then\nhis boxers, to give him more freedom of\nmovement. His belly slapped rhythmically\nagainst her buttocks, Poppy’s body quivering in sync. He didn’t last long. He gave a sudden cry, and buried himself deep\nin the girl, pulling hard on the strap. \nWhile he was still inside her, Blondie was preparing the next\nvolunteer. By now, there was a short\nqueue. He withdrew, and the next guy\nimmediately took his place. Soon it had\nbecome a competition to see who could fuck the hardest and longest. Brunette slid the condom off Simon’s wilting\npenis, knotted the end, and pushed it under the head strap of Poppy’s head\nharness, where it jerked back and forth as she was jolted by the unrelenting\nthrusts from behind, each accompanied by a sort of muffled chirrup from\nsomewhere in her throat.

\n\n

By the time she had collected three filled condoms, a sizeable\ngroup of prospective lovers had formed. \nBlondie looked at them thoughtfully.

\n\n

“It’s gonna take ages to satisfy this lot. Know what I’m thinking?”

\n\n

“I can imagine. Let’s\ndo it. But we need help.” She turned to the audience. “Can we have a volunteer, please?”

\n\n

Several hands shot up, but before any could be selected,\nIlse’s voice rang out.

\n\n

“Darling? We have the\nhostesses. They’re paid to assist.” She turned to us. “Er…Penelope. \nWould you step out, please?”

\n\n

This was said in such a tone that precluded argument. Poor Pen! \nI saw fear and embarrassment engulf her face. A spotlight swung round and picked her out,\nher blue catsuit gleaming in the bright light. \nShe looked desperately at each of us. \nBut there was no escape. \nNevertheless, she hesitated, lip trembling.

\n\n

“Penelope!” It was\nClarissa. “Attend to your duties,\nplease. Now.”

\n\n

Looking extremely uncomfortable, she picked her way slowly\nbetween the tables. She entered the\narena to a round of applause, and an admiring murmur. It was the first time the spectators had had\nthe opportunity to see her in the light, and appreciate her provocative\nappearance. It seemed to me that the\nchoice of Pen was no arbitrary one. I\nsuspected this was something Clarissa and Ilse had planned together.

\n\n

“Come on, darling – don’t be shy,” smiled Blondie. “We have to attend to Poppy’s gag. All you have to do is deal with the condoms,\njust like I’ve been doing. Do you think\nyou can do that?”

\n\n

Pen stared at her, and nodded nervously. She looked terrified. Maddy leant over and whispered in my ear, “I\nthink this’ll be the last straw for her, poor thing. She’s not cut out for stuff like this.”

\n\n

“I know! She’s such\nan innocent, poor dear. This may be our\nlast event together…”

\n\n

Anyway, she had no choice. \nWhile the two girls attended to Poppy’s head, Pen fumbled with a fresh\ncondom for the next eager participant. \nThe girls first removed her ball gag, releasing a torrent of abuse,\nwhich they pointedly ignored. Brunette\nproduced a new device from her bag. We\nunderstood its function immediately. It\nwas a metal ring faced and lined with bright red rubber, in the shape of a pair\nof wide open lips, with straps either side! \n

\n\n

“Fuck!” whispered Maddy. \nI said nothing. I could only\nwatch, fascinated, my arousal building once again.

\n\n

They buckled the lip gag tightly onto Poppy’s head\nharness. She made inarticulate sounds of\nprotest. It altered her expression\nentirely, into something much more comic, causing a ripple of laughter to\ntravel round the room. Having secured it\nto their satisfaction, Blondie attended to the second strap, opposite Poppy’s\nneck. She threaded the tip through the\nbuckle, and tightened it, pulling the girl’s chin down firmly into the valley,\nso that her face was vertical and quite immovable. She buckled it up, and patted her on the head.

\n\n

“There, there. Good\ngirl. Are you quite comfortable?”

\n\n

Poppy emitted a very discontented gurgle. Blondie nodded with satisfaction. Saliva was already dripping from her big lips.

\n\n

While this was going on, Pen was still fumbling with the\ncondom. She had tried twice to get it in\nplace, but had only succeeded in covering her fingertips with the poor guy’s\njuices, making them slick and sticky. In\na final desperate attempt, she took his penis in one hand, slid back the\nforeskin, and went to put the condom on with the other. Big mistake. \nWith a groan, he erupted all over her, his sperm splattering her chest\nand belly! She was so surprised, she\ndidn’t even try to get out of the way. The\naudience exploded with laughter. Pen\nstood there helplessly, looking down at her belly in dismay as the wads of\nwhite spunk made their way slowly down the shiny blue latex.

\n\n

Brunette smiled. \n“You’re supposed to be preparing him – not wanking him off,” she\nremarked, mischievously. “I’m really\nsorry, sir. Can’t get the staff, you\nknow.”

\n\n

The guy was recovering. \n“No problem. You shouldn’t employ\nsuch cute assistants!” He grinned and\nretreated into the darkness.

\n\n

Chapter 8. The Show\nMust Go On.

\n\n

I thought Pen was about to burst into tears and run out of\nthe arena herself, but I was wrong. \nBravely, she opened another packet and began attending to the next\nprospective participant. She was a\nlittle more skilful this time, and soon had him neatly packaged. To our surprise, she even held Poppy open so\nthat he could enter her easily! \nMeanwhile, more than half the\nqueue had quickly migrated to the other end of the horse. There was some scuffling for positions, but\nthe girls quickly got the boys in line.

\n\n

“No need for condoms here,” grinned Brunette. “No, Poppy needs feeding now, don’t you,\nsweetie?”

\n\n

Poppy had no time to reply, because the first penis had\nalready slid into those inviting lips. \nThere was a stir amongst the audience. \nFor a few moments she was penetrated at both ends, the thrusts coming\nalternately. Pen stood back and watched\nthe spectacle wide-eyed. I didn’t know\nwhat was going through her mind, but I suspected she was in a state of total\nshock. Without the numbing effect of a\ncondom, it was inevitable the guy at her head end wouldn’t last as long, and\nsure enough, within less than a minute he gave an ecstatic cry, and pumped his\nload into her mouth. When finally he\nwithdrew, they remained connected for \nmoment by a string of semen. I had\nexpected an outflow from her mouth, but to my surprise it appeared that she had\nswallowed virtually his entire emission!

\n\n

As the evening proceeded, Pen honed her technique, and made\nfew more mistakes – though to our amusement, on several occasions, participants\ndecided she was a more arousing sight than the object of the exercise,\nand simply approached her, masturbating, and came over her tightly-suited\nbody. Amongst the participants were\nseveral women, equipped with strap-on penises, who, if anything, fucked Poppy\nharder and longer than their male counterparts! \nAll credit to her that she didn’t allow any of this to distract her from\nher primary task, of fitting and removing condoms, and handing them to one of\nthe others to attach to Poppy’s head.

\n\n

By the end of the show, I don’t think anyone in the room –\nnot excepting Ilse and Clarissa – had not had some degree of sexual\nsatisfaction. Myself, I had cum a second\ntime, and I’m sure Maddy had too. The\narena was awash with sperm, Poppy was smothered, her face dripping, the girls’\nshirts, breeches and boots were glistening, and Pen was frosted from head to\nfoot, and standing there in a slimy puddle. \nWhat Poppy was feeling like I couldn’t imagine. Brunette pressed a lever on the horse with\nher foot, and it rose up on wheels. To\nthunderous applause, they pushed the horse \nout behind the scenes, waving goodbye to the audience as they went. A minute later they returned to take a\ncurtain call, leading the unfortunate Poppy on a leash, smiling now, and in the\nmidst of more applause, bowing to the four corners of the room. Then Ilse walked into the arena, holding a\nmicrophone.

\n\n

“Thank you, thank you! \nWe do hope you all enjoyed the show whether or not you participated or\njust watched. I think our little helper\nPenelope also deserves especial thanks, don’t you?” Cue cheers, clapping and whistles, which\nembarrassed our friend, whose latex-framed face turned bright red at the\naccolade! Maddy and I looked at each\nother and burst out laughing.

\n\n

“The bar will be open until one, food is also available, so\nplease relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. \nWe hope to put on another show next month. But I’m sure you will agree with me, it’s going\nto be difficult to equal this evening’s spectacle. The videos will be sent out to all registered\nmembers in the next few days. Thank you\nagain!”

\n\n

Pen was still standing there in the spotlights looking\ndazed. Ilse took her by the hand, said\nsomething to her, looking into her downturned face solicitously, then led her\naway to a side door. When she reappeared\nby our side fifteen minutes later, she had showered, and her catsuit and hood\nwere clean and glossy again. She still\nseemed a bit distracted, and we were slightly concerned about what her state of\nmind might be.

\n\n

“Pen…darling…are you…okay?” I asked, softly.

\n\n

“Yeah…I think so…”

\n\n

“That wasn’t fair. \nI’m sure Clarissa and Ilse chose you deliberately.”

\n\n

“Deliberately? What\ndo you mean?”

\n\n

“Well, you know…I mean…”

\n\n

I could hardly tell her we thought of her as an innocent, a\nchild, almost.

\n\n

“What?”

\n\n

“You know, I think they just wanted to embarrass you…I mean,\nit could have been any one of us…”

\n\n

“Absolutely,” put in Maddy. \n“I would have died if I’d been out there, doing…that! I don’t know how you coped.”

\n\n

“Well, I didn’t have a choice, did I? I hope you both enjoyed watching me,” she\nadded, sarcastically.

\n\n

I ignored her. “Did\nClarissa say anything to you afterwards?”

\n\n

“She congratulated me. \nShe said I was going to get a hundred pound bonus from Ilse for being in\nthe act.”

\n\n

“Wow, great. Well\ndone!”

\n\n

As it turned out, the evening had been so successful, we all\ngot a hundred pound bonus, and Pen got two hundred. This was on top of our pay. We were becoming ridiculously rich. We got back to the office, showered and\nchanged, and waited for Clarissa to appear. \nShe was going to drive us all home in the limo. We were standing together by the changing\nroom door, chatting about the evening. I\nwas eager to find out how Pen was feeling about everything. I was still afraid she was going to chicken\nout of the whole thing. But she was\ntight-lipped about it.

\n\n

“I wonder what we’ll be asked to next,” I ventured. “There has to be some boundaries, doesn’t\nthere?” I looked straight at Pen. She obviously felt obliged to say something.

\n\n

“I can’t quit, can I, whatever my feelings? It’s all right for you two – it’s a\nbonus. But I’ve got my mum, and I’m only\njust beginning to make inroads into her debts.”

\n\n

“Well, we all need the money one way or another,” I\nresponded, feeling attacked. But Maddy,\ntypically, immediately punctured my hypocrisy.

\n\n

“As far as I’m concerned, for this amount of cash, I’d do\nanything Clarissa told me to!” she laughed.

\n\n

“Really, Madison? \nThat’s very interesting!”

\n\n

Clarissa had entered at that very moment. Maddy turned bright red.

\n\n

“We’ll have to see what we can find for you, then, won’t\nwe?” she added, with a wicked smile. \n“Well, come on girls, let’s get you all home. You must be exhausted. Especially you, Penelope.”

\n\n

On the way back, Pen, who had been quiet, and looking\nthoughtful, suddenly spoke.

\n\n

“Miss?”

\n\n

“Yes, Penelope?”

\n\n

“What was that about a video?”

\n\n

“Oh, all the shows are videoed, and the members each get a\ncopy in their email. That’s all.”

\n\n

“Will you get a copy?”

\n\n

“Well I can ask for one if you want.”

\n\n

“Yes, please. Will I\nbe in it?”

\n\n

“Of course. You were\npart of the show.”

\n\n

“So people will be…looking at it?”

\n\n

Clarissa laughed. \n“I’m afraid so, Penelope. Does\nthat bother you?”

\n\n

“No, miss.” A\npause. “Do you have any other\nassignments for us?”

\n\n

“Well, there is one possible, this coming Saturday. But I’m not sure you’d be up for it. I have to give them an answer by tomorrow.”

\n\n

“What is it, miss?” I asked.

\n\n

“Why don’t you all come in tomorrow, about midday, and we\ncan discuss it over lunch. I’m sure\nyou’d be up for it, Madison. After all,\nyou’d “do anything”, I think you said.”

\n\n

Maddy dropped her eyes.

\n\n

“Why…?” I began.

\n\n

“No more tonight, Letitia. \nEnough for one day. I’ll explain\neverything tomorrow.”

\n\n

Chapter 9. The Next\nAssignment.

\n\n

I fell asleep immediately that night. It was late, and two standing orgasms was\nmore than I was used to. I couldn’t\nremember what I dreamt about, but when I awoke I was wet and horny again.

\n\n

I couldn’t wait to find out what this mysterious job was all\nabout. Neither, apparently, could the\nothers – we all arrived at the office a quarter of an hour before twelve. Clarissa arrived precisely at twelve. She had booked a table at a local restaurant,\nand we walked there together. Pen seemed\nthoughtful, Maddy was unusually quiet, so it was left to me to chat to\nClarissa. She was very friendly, not at\nall daunting, as she had seemed at first. \nI think now that she had got to know us a bit, she was beginning to like\nus. I even felt she might be feeling\nprotective towards us. That may seem a\nstrange thing for me to have thought, but I was sure she would look after us\nand make sure no harm came to us, and for whatever reason I had a sort of\nconfidence in her. I trusted her.

\n\n

“Recovered from yesterday, Letitia?”

\n\n

“Yes, thank you miss, quite recovered.”

\n\n

“So what do you think of what you saw at that club?”

\n\n

“It was…interesting.”

\n\n

“Yes. I agree. I\nsuppose I’m asking whether you were okay with it? Did you have any qualms about it all?”

\n\n

“I did at first, I guess. \nBut everyone was consenting…”

\n\n

“Except Poppy.”

\n\n

“Well, she was consenting too, wasn’t she?”

\n\n

“Oh yes, of course. \nShe’s a… Well, let’s just say she\ndoes it voluntarily…eagerly, in fact.”

\n\n

“I thought so. But\nshe has amazing powers of endurance.”

\n\n

Clarissa laughed. \n“She does. But look, we’re\nhere. Let’s find a table.”

\n\n

It was a posh fish restaurant. We were all very hungry. I think we had all overslept and missed\nbreakfast. We didn’t say much of\nconsequence until we’d each drunk a glass of wine, and our plates had been\ntaken away. Then Clarissa began.

\n\n

“Girls. I said we’d\ndiscuss this next event. Unless you all\nagree, we won’t go. That’s how I’d\nprefer to work, but some things will have to be obligatory. Right. \nThe details. It’s a stag\nparty. One of the guests at the wedding. Timothy. \nI doubt you remember him.”

\n\n

“I do,” said Maddy. “Cute\nguy.”

\n\n

“Maybe. That’s beside\nthe point. He’s getting married himself\nnext week, so this is his last fling, as it were. Six till midnight. Twenty guests, all young guys, most of whom\nwere also at the wedding. A dangerous\nenvironment, as you can imagine.”

\n\n

“So what would we have to do?” asked Pen. “Waitressing again?” Clarissa made a face.

\n\n

“Well, if they had their way, everything! But that’s not going to happen. No, not waitressing. And no actual sex.”

\n\n

“Pity,” said Maddy. \n“He is really cute…”

\n\n

“Shush, Maddy!” I scolded her. “You’re sex mad. What about your boyfriend?”

\n\n

“He gets enough. He’s\ngot nothing to complain about.”

\n\n

“As I was saying, girls, there will be no sex for them. I’m not sure Tim fully understood that. He seemed so besotted by the three of\nyou. And I didn’t disabuse him.”

\n\n

“But…what will they do, then?” asked Pen, puzzled.

\n\n

“That’s what it will be interesting to see, Penelope.”

\n\n

“I don’t get it,” I said. \nClarissa took a breath.

\n\n

“Right. You’d be in\nyour catsuits. You’d have new hoods,\njust like your usual ones, except…”

\n\n

“Yes?”

\n\n

“They’d be full face. \nHoles for your nostrils and mouth, and welded-on goggles.”

\n\n

We stared at her.

\n\n

“Moreover, you’d be wearing head harnesses and ball gags –\nlocking ones, so they couldn’t remove them, and use your mouths…and your wrists\nwould be cuffed to your belts, on short chains – also all locked.”

\n\n

“We’d be helpless…” cried Maddy.

\n\n

“Pretty much. The\nballs would be pierced, so you’d have no breathing problems, but otherwise\nyou’d just be three rubber dolls, seemingly at the mercy of the guests. That’s why I said we’d discuss this before\nthings went any further.”

\n\n

I leant back in my chair. \n“Phew! I’m not sure, miss…I mean,\nwhat are they going to do to us?”

\n\n

“I have no idea, Letitia. \nBut they won’t be able to do much. \nThat’s the whole idea. I hope I\ndidn’t mislead Tim, though I confess he may have assumed that in some way you’d\nbe there for his and his friends’ use. \nI thought it would be fun to see how they react when they realise, with\nyou all encased in heavy latex, and your mouths full of ball gag, that the\nobjects of their lust are entirely inaccessible! Which brings me to the final thing. Your panties will be fitted with dildos. Remote controlled dildos, powered by little\npower-packs attached to the backs of your belts. Having seen the state of you – all three of\nyou - at the club, I thought it would be unreasonable to expect you to endure\nhours of frustration in such an environment. \nThe boys would have no access to those, of course. I would be in control of that aspect of the\nevent.

\n\n

“You’re going to be present, miss?” I asked, surprised.

\n\n

“I, and Evie, my photographer. I need to keep an eye on things. Make sure no-one attempts to abuse my little\ngirls. And Evie will record proceedings\nfor posterity.”

\n\n

I shifted in my seat. \nMy panties were soaking. Why did\nthis arouse me so much? And why did I\nthink Clarissa was not exactly going to be a disinterested observer?”

\n\n

Maddy’s cheeks were burning. \nI guessed her reaction wasn’t that different to mine. “Miss…it’s terribly…rude…don’t you\nthink?” Clarissa raised one eyebrow, and\nshe added, hurriedly, “I mean, I’ll do it, course – if for no other reason but\nto see what they get up to!”

\n\n

“I can imagine,” I murmured. \n“Little boys are so disgusting…”

\n\n

“But, miss?” said Pen, “They’re going to be so\nfrustrated. Especially if they were\nexpecting…”

\n\n

“Oh, Penelope. I do\nhope so! Men are so arrogant. They think they can always have just what\nthey want. Well, this time, they’re\ngoing to be disappointed!”

\n\n

She said this with real feeling.

\n\n

“Usual terms, miss?” asked Maddy.

\n\n

“Plus a two hundred pound bonus for each of you.”

\n\n

“I’m in!” she cried. \n“No problem.”

\n\n

“Letitia?”

\n\n

“If Maddy’s willing…yeah, I guess.”

\n\n

We all looked at Pen.

\n\n

“Penelope?”

\n\n

Pen hesitated. She’s\ngoing to pull out, I thought.

\n\n

“Poor boys…” she murmured, absently. “Yes, miss. \nI’m in too.”

\n\n

After lunch, Pen had to get back home to help her mother,\nleaving me and Mads to walk home together.

\n\n

“Built-in dildos! \nWhat do you think of that, Maddy?”

\n\n

“Can you imagine if we didn’t have them? The frustration?”

\n\n

“It makes me shiver, just to think about it. I don’t know what’s come over me since we\nstarted this business.”

\n\n

“You’ll know what’s come over you on Saturday, all right!”

\n\n

I laughed. “Do you\nthink we’re turning into nymphos?”

\n\n

“Probably. But rich\nnymphos, anyway. I don’t care. To be honest, I’m really enjoying myself for\nthe first time in my life.”

\n\n

“Me too, to tell the truth. \nMy body’s just buzzing all the time now. \nThat Clarissa is one bad lady.”

\n\n

“She is. But she\ndoesn’t have much fun herself, does she?”

\n\n

“Didn’t you see her face when she was imagining the boys’\nfrustration? That’s it. That’s what she gets off on!”

\n\n

“You’re saying she doesn’t like men much, Letty.”

\n\n

“I’m saying she hates men. She despises them. Maybe one did some bad stuff to her one\ntime. She likes to see them suffer, or\nbe humiliated.”

\n\n

“But…the club…?”

\n\n

“That was a humiliation for them too. Helpless in the grip of their lust. I saw her lip curling as she watched.”

\n\n

“Yeah, maybe you’re right…”

\n\n

“I am. And not\nonly is she a man-hater, and a bit of a sadist – she’s a lesbian, as well. She’s getting off on us – all the attention,\nthe fetishistic outfits, everything. \nIt’s obvious.”

\n\n

“Yeah, well I agree with you there. But she always keeps her distance, doesn’t\nshe?”

\n\n

“Yes. But I bet she\nlies in bed at night thinking about us and…you know.”

\n\n

“Maybe.” She paused.

\n\n

“What about Pen? I\nwas convinced she was going to bottle out.”

\n\n

“Me too. But you\nknow, I was watching her at the club. I\nthink…”

\n\n

“Yeah?”

\n\n

“I think…she may be as bad as us underneath all that\nblushing innocence!”

\n\n

Chapter 10. Modifications\nand a Revelation.

\n\n

We were back in the office Saturday afternoon, to examine\nthe modifications to our outfits.

\n\n

“You all ready for tonight, girls?” asked Clarissa.

\n\n

“Yes, miss. Where’s\nthe venue, anyway?”

\n\n

“The Richborne. \nTimothy’s hired a room. They’ll\neat first, and you’ll join them when they’ve finished, probably about seven or\nseven thirty. But you’ll be paid for the\nfull six hours. I’ve arranged for you to\nbe served snacks before you suit up.”

\n\n

The Richborne was about the poshest hotel in town. I guessed it was going to be a fairly fancy\ndo.

\n\n

“I have to tell you one more thing.”

\n\n

We looked at her with faint alarm. What else?

\n\n

“Timothy…Timothy’s my nephew.”

\n\n

Maddy laughed out loud. \n“Your nephew? So this is\npartly…your personal…wedding present?”

\n\n

We were all laughing now.

\n\n

“Oh, miss! Well,\nwe’ll make sure to give him an extra nice time, then!” I cried.

\n\n

Clarissa smiled. \n“Thank you, girls. It doesn’t\nmake any difference, of course. He’s\njust another client. Even if I do have a\nbit of a reputation for…spoiling him.”

\n\n

“How sweet!” Pen remarked, satirically. “I bet this is the biggest, nicest present\nhe’s ever had from his dear Auntie Clarissa – three little latex sluts to play\nwith!”

\n\n

Clarissa frowned angrily at her. Pen’s face fell. She realised at once she had overstepped the\nmark.

\n\n

“I-I’m sorry, miss. I\ndidn’t mean…”

\n\n

Clarissa just gave her contemptuous look, and returned to\nbusiness.

\n\n

“Anyway, girls, let’s look at your outfits. Follow me.” \n

\n\n

She led us into the dressing room.

\n\n

“First, your new panties.” \nShe took a pink cardboard box off a shelf, and opened the lid. She lifted out a pair of fine natural latex\npanties, and as she did so a dildo dropped out of one leg, and hung down like a\nbig heavy udder. “Have a look.”

\n\n

We examined our new underwear with nervous fingers. The dildo itself was rather short, but at the\nsame time quite fat. But it was no\nperfunctory penis substitute. On the\ncontrary, it was moulded into a perfect penis shape, with a veined shaft and\nsmooth bulging head! “My god…” whispered\nMaddy, as she weighed it in her hand. \n“That’s so…realistic!”

\n\n

“Yes dear,” said Clarissa. \n“It’s my own creation, actually,” she added, with pride. “I designed it with naturalism in mind – I\nhate those huge, slick, impersonal objects. \nHowever, I would venture to suggest it’s better than nearly all\noriginals! And you certainly won’t be\nable to forget you’re wearing it.”

\n\n

“No, you couldn’t possibly,” I said. It’s the perfect shape – it’s like, my ideal\npenis. I love the veining, and that head\nis so lovely and big and swollen!”

\n\n

Pen fingered it intently, but said nothing.

\n\n

“I hope it won’t be too large for little miss chastity,”\nsneered Clarissa, mockingly. She clearly\nhadn’t forgotten Pen’s jibe. I had a\nfeeling she was contemplating ways of punishing her for her cheek. She turned to us.

\n\n

“Yes, I went for realism. \nWhich is also why – it doesn’t vibrate!”

\n\n

“Doesn’t vibrate?” said Maddy, a tinge of disappointment in\nher voice.

\n\n

Clarissa laughed. \n“No. It doesn’t vibrate. Have you ever met a guy whose prick\nvibrates? It pulses! Throbs. \nJust like a real one. There are four\nsettings – thirty pulses a minute, sixty pulses a minute, a hundred and twenty\npulses a minute - and orgasmic. If it’s\nswitched to orgasmic, the pulses increase in intensity and frequency, and the\nhead moves slightly back and forth in rhythm, until it reaches orgasm.”

\n\n

“It actually reaches orgasm?” cried Maddy, wide-eyed.

\n\n

“Oh, yes. A sudden climax of powerful, rapid pulses, slowly\ndiminishing as the orgasm subsides. And\nI’ll tell you a secret. My designers and\nI are working on a new model which will have the facility to spurt some sort of\nfluid. Don’t ever mention that to\nanyone. If we solve the technical\nproblems, it’s going to revolutionise the market. Who would want one of those ugly stupid\nthings that are being sold now, if they could have something so natural, as\ngood as – or better than - real sex?”

\n\n

“Wow….” was all I could say.

\n\n

“Now, I won’t bore you with too many technical details,” she\nsaid, “but I’ll explain how it is powered.” \nShe turned the panties over, and showed us the outside of the\ncrotch. There was a tiny hole in the\nbase of the dildo, no more than a couple of millimetres wide. “A little plug fits in her, and a wire is\nthreaded through the internal seam on the suit, and emerges at the back of the\nwaist, where it attaches to the power pack and control buttons. You may have\nnoticed the crotch seam on your suits is tubular.”

\n\n

“Noticed?” I said, laughing. \n“I could hardly fail to notice, miss, with that thing flicking back and\nforth over my clit whenever I take a step. \nI thought it was deliberately designed to arouse!”

\n\n

“Oh, no….it wasn’t. \nWell, that’s an unexpected bonus, then. \nSuch a little detail, too. I had\nno idea. I shall have to tell Desirée –\nshe’s my chief designer. She’ll find\nthat very amusing.”

\n\n

“Oh, will she, miss?” said Maddy sarcastically. “So nice our discomfort can afford her a\nlittle entertainment.”

\n\n

Clarissa laughed. \n“Oh, Maddy, please - don’t pretend you don’t enjoy enforced clitoral\nstimulation. I don’t believe it.”

\n\n

Maddy blushed, and said no more.

\n\n

“Right, girls, that’s that for the panties. Now, let me show you your new hoods.” Down came another box. “We’ll use Penelope’s.”

\n\n

She opened the box and lifted out Pen’s blue hood. She held it up so we could see the face. It was moulded, nose and everything, with\nlittle raised oval eyepieces with clear plastic lenses. The only apertures were at the nostrils and\nmouth, the latter just a small circle, reinforced at the perimeter. I noticed that, just as with our other hoods,\nthere were the same loops at each side.

\n\n

“And this is your gag, Penelope.” She held up a shiny blue ball on a blue\nstrap. “The strap feeds through the\nloops on your hood and buckles at the back. \nThe buckle if secured by this little padlock, so no-one will be able to\nremove it. You will see that the ball is\nmade of solid rubber, but it has a little hole drilled through the middle so\nyou can breathe through your mouth as well as your nose. But it will very effectually keep you nice\nand quiet.”

\n\n

Pen still hadn’t said a word. Clarissa looked a little concerned.

\n\n

“So, Penelope… Is\nthat all right? Is there anything you’re\nunsure about?”

\n\n

“What are the other loops for, miss?”

\n\n

“Oh…the upper loops are for eye-covers. You will find a pair in your belt-purse, along\nwith the ear-plugs, but I don’t think you’ll be needing them tonight. The boys will be wanting to show off to you,\nI’m sure. Talking of which, here are\nyour modified belts. These also have a\nlocking buckle, at the back here…here are the power packs and buttons – they’re\nquite compact, as you can see – and here at each side are the rings to which\nyour wrist chains will be attached. I’ve\ngot each of you a pair of locking leather wrist cuffs.” She paused, smiling mischievously as she\nobserved our reactions. “But I’m too\ngood to you, aren’t I? I’ve even got you\nankle cuffs, with a short curb chain, to dissuade you from running off\nsomewhere. And because I think you\nshould look sexy tonight for the boys, I’ve bought you brand new patent leather\nankle boots.”

\n\n

She opened a box. “What\ndo you think?”

\n\n

I have to say I loved them. Three pairs of shiny scarlet boots, half-calf\nlength, with a three-inch block heel and two silver buckles on the calf. Between the buckles loops were sewn on to the\nsides of the boots. I guessed they would\nbe used for the ankle-cuffs.

\n\n

“Oh, they’re beautiful, miss!”

\n\n

You’ve each got a pair in your own colour. And of course you’ll have nice studded\nleather collars and leashes, so the boys will be able to lead you wherever they\nwant, without having to manhandle you too much. \nOh, and as you won’t be waitressing – I’ve made that clear to Timothy –\nyou’ll have rubber mitts tonight instead of gloves.”

\n\n

“Mitts, miss?” said Maddy. \n“Why?”

\n\n

“Well, as I say, Madison, you won’t need to handle\nanything…” She paused. “And, well…I don’t want the boys…asking you\nto do anything with your fingers…”

\n\n

“Oh.”

\n\n

“Yes. You see what I\nmean.”

\n\n

She paused again, seemingly savouring our confusion, our\nvacillation between delight and discomfort. \nI noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she seemed strangely\nnervous…or excited. She chattered on,\nabsent-mindedly cupping the ball-gag in one hand. And as she replaced the panties in the box, I\ncould see her weighing and fondling the dildo, and casting sideways glances at\nPenelope. I knew then all our suspicions\nwere correct. She wasn’t just in this\nfor the money. The whole thing really\nturned her on. I mean, really. Three young girls, all the fetish stuff,\npushing us further and further…. It was\nbeyond doubt.

\n\n

Chapter 11. An\nOutburst.

\n\n

We had an hour or two free before we had to get ready, so we\nleft the office and walked to the nearest pub. \nI think we all felt we needed a small drink to help us come to terms\nwith that evening’s event. We got our\ndrinks and sat down. Nothing had been\nsaid so far about the latest revelations. \nI thought I’d better sound out the others.

\n\n

“Well, Maddy? You\nsaid you’d do anything. Looks like your\nwish has come true.”

\n\n

“I didn’t wish! I\njust said…you know…the money’s so good… \nAnyway, it’s no big deal.”

\n\n

“No big deal? Totally\ncocooned in latex? Chained hand and\nfoot? Remote-controlled dildos? Seriously?”

\n\n

Maddy took a sip of her drink and declined to respond. I turned to Pen. She, I was sure, must be horrified.

\n\n

“Pen?”

\n\n

“What?”

\n\n

“What do you think?”

\n\n

“Clarissa must have the most amazing imagination. Sorry, Auntie Clarissa.”

\n\n

We sniggered. “Yes,\nfancy that!” I remarked. “I don’t think\nyour little bit of sarcasm went down very well, though, Pen. She looked daggers at you.”

\n\n

Yeah, maybe she can’t take a joke. That’s not my problem.”

\n\n

“Well, I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of her,”\nsaid Maddy. “I don’t think she’s the\nforgiving type.”

\n\n

“I don’t give a toss,” countered Pen. “It’s time we realised what she really is – a\nperverted old woman. Did you see how\nexcited she was getting, watching our reaction?”

\n\n

“She’s not old. But I\nagree with the rest. It’s obvious she’s\nenjoying all this a lot more than we are,” I added.

\n\n

Pen frowned, irritated.

\n\n

“If you’re not enjoying it, Lettie, then why don’t you\nleave?”

\n\n

“I didn’t say that.”

\n\n

What is your problem? \nWe’re getting amazingly well paid, we’re getting loads of fabulous orgasms\n- at least, I am – and we’re the centre of attention. I get the impression you think I’m some sort\nof prude.”

\n\n

“No, er…course not, Pen….but…”

\n\n

“Well, if you do, I can disabuse you. I can’t wait to get that lovely fat dildo\ninside my pussy, and have all those randy young men salivating over us. Do you know something? When we were at the club, all I could think\nof was how marvellous it would be if that had been me, not Poppy, tied down out\nthere, with one prick after another slamming into me!” My eyes widened. I had never imagined Pen could think such\nthings, let alone articulate them.

\n\n

“Pen…?”

\n\n

“Yes, and using my face as a pussy, filling my mouth with\nhot, slimy sperm! I wanted it so\nmuch. I don’t know how many times I\ncame. But it wasn’t me, and I wouldn’t\nbe allowed to do that, so this is the next best thing, and yes, it’s true, I\nreally get off on the idea of driving men wild and watching them cum and cum\nand tonight I hope I get covered with it and I hope Clarissa makes that dildo\nfuck me senseless!” She took a breath,\nand gulped down her drink. “And now I’m\ngoing back to get ready. I’m too horny\nto wait any longer!”

\n\n

And she stood up, slung her bag on her shoulder, and marched\nout.

\n\n

Maddy and I stared at each other, speechless. Eventually she spoke.

\n\n

“What the fuck…was that?”

\n\n

I shook my head slowly.

\n\n

“That was our little innocent Pen…”

\n\n

“Pretending to be a complete slut!”

\n\n

“Yeah. I\nunderstand. She’s fed up with being labelled\nas the innocent, naïve little girl. Just\ncos she’s never had a boyfriend…”

\n\n

“To our knowledge.”

\n\n

“To our knowledge. \nFair enough. So she wants to\nprove she’s as cool as anyone. Actually,\nthis job suits her perfectly. She can\nexperience sex vicariously, without the need to actually do it.”

\n\n

“I hadn’t thought of it like that,” said Maddy. “Yes. \nAnd she’s completely insulated in that nice thick rubber suit, hidden\nand anonymous…”

\n\n

“But wait till those guys start manhandling her. I can only guess how embarrassed she’s going\nto feel. I only wish we’d be able to see\nher face…”

\n\n

“If she wasn’t going to be chained up, I bet she’d run a\nmile!”

\n\n

“She might try anyway!” \nAnd we both burst out laughing.

\n\n

“Come on,” said Maddy, rising. “Let’s get going. We’ve got a bunch of oversexed boys to drive\ncrazy. I’ve always wanted to see a\nroomful of young guys jerking themselves off in frustration!”

\n\n

Clarissa was surprised to see us all back so promptly. She had changed out of her everyday clothes\ninto full riding gear, with cream breeches, long riding boots, white shirt, and\na cream stock secured with a gold pin. I\nnoticed a slim riding-whip peeping out of the side of her right boot. She looked like she meant business.

\n\n

“Hi girls. That was\na quick drink. You’ve got half an hour\nyet, before…”

\n\n

“No miss – we’re ready now. \nBe nice to get there a bit early. \nWhere’s our dildo pants?”

\n\n

There was no problem inserting the dildos. We were already slippery, me and Maddy anyway,\nand they slid in easily. It felt\ncomfortable and comforting inside me. \nJust its presence slaked some of that insatiable longing, and took the\nedge off the frustration. We pulled on\nour suits to waist height, and then called Clarissa in to attach the leads to\nthe power packs. After that was done,\nshe hung around to zip us up, and make sure our hoods were smooth and\nneat. Then she produced our mitts and\nhanded them out. Heavy scarlet latex,\ntoo short for us to extend our fingers.

\n\n

“Hold onto these. You\ncan put them on when we get there, with the chains and the gags and the leashes,”\nshe said. She smiled, eyes\nsparkling. “Timothy and his friends are\ngoing to have such a surprise!”

\n\n

Chapter 12. Penelope\nPlugged.

\n\n

Clarissa helped us on with our lovely new boots. Thoughtfully, she had provided us with little\ncotton socks to act as a buffer. Looking\nat her kneeling at my feet, carefully doing up the buckles, I felt an almost\ndaughterly affection for her. She was a\nvery complex person, and my feelings for her equally difficult to put into\nwords.

\n\n

We were driven in the limo, as usual, and arrived at the\nhotel at five. By the time we got there,\nthe dildo had already started weaving its spell – I felt as horny as hell, and\nmy nipples were visibly erect. Clarissa\ngrabbed her bag, and conducted us up the front steps to where a uniformed\ndoorman, with professional aplomb and without the slightest hint of surprise or\ninterest, threw open the big doors. She\nled us straight to reception, and introduced herself. We certainly turned some heads! A maid showed us to the room reserved for\nTimothy’s party. A young woman not much\nolder than us, carrying a black leather bag, and wearing black trousers and a\nblack leather jacket, was waiting for us.

\n\n

“Evie!” cried Clarissa. \n“Darling! You’re early.” They exchanged kisses. “Come and say hello to my girls. Girls, this is Evie. She’ll be recording all the boys antics on\nvideo! Evie, meet\nLetitia…Madison…and…yes, this is Penelope. \nPenelope can be a little naughty sometimes. I hope I won’t have to discipline her\ntonight…” She touched the handle of her\nwhip. She spoke jokingly, but there was\nan undertone of seriousness, even threat, in her voice.

\n\n

Pen looked aggrieved. \nIt really wasn’t fair of Clarissa to single her out like that in front\nof a stranger. I could see she was about\nto protest, but then thought better of it.

\n\n

The room was sumptuously decorated, with heavy velvet\ncurtains hanging by the tall windows, chandeliers, and a polished wooden\nfloor. In the centre was a long table covered\nwith a white cloth and set for dinner, around it long red rugs, and scattered around\nthe walls a dozen very plush and comfy-looking sofas. There was a curtained-off corner of the room\nto my left, and on my right a couple of doors, one marked ‘Toilets’. Some stag party, I thought. These people must be worth some money! I glanced at Pen, and thought what a hard\ntime she been through over recent years. \nSuddenly I felt an access of respect for Clarissa, for she was fleecing\nthese rich idiots, and giving us what I imagined must be a sizeable share. I determined to do my best to wring as much\nout of them as I could.

\n\n

Clarissa seated us on one of the sofas, and opened her bag\nof equipment. She helped us on with our\nmitts. They had broad, tight wrist bands\nwith two loops. She threaded the cuff\nstraps through these, buckled them, and locked the buckles with miniature\npadlocks. She clipped chains between our\nbelts and our wrists. These attached\nwith little steel carabiners - the type which you can screw up. If we could have reached them we may have\nbeen able to undo them – but of course we couldn’t reach them. Then she produced our new collars – not\nposture collars, but made of soft leather, studded with short blunt steel\nspikes, about an inch and a half wide, and colour-coded, which she threaded\nthrough the loops on the necks of our suits and secured at the back of our\nnecks with tiny silver padlocks. Each\none was fitted with two vertical D-rings, one at the back and one at the front,\nthe front one additionally decorated with a little bell. With a mischievous smile, she held up three\nshort leashes, each about a foot and a half long, with hand-loops, matching the\ncollars. These she clipped to the front\nD-ring.

\n\n

“There. Nearly\ndone. Just your gags. She handed them out. Bright red shiny balls on colour-coded\nstraps.

\n\n

“I thought you’d look nice with red accessories. But you don’t have to put them on straight\naway. Let’s wait a few minutes. I don’t suppose they’ll be here before\nquarter to.”

\n\n

“Miss?” piped up Pen, glancing at us defiantly. “Put mine on now. I want to be ready. And…I want to see what it feels like to\nbe…completely plugged,” she blurted.

\n\n

Maddy and I glanced at each other. I winked. \nShe was maintaining the pretence of being cool with it all. Somehow I didn’t think it was a good tactic\nright now, not in front of Clarissa. I\nwas right.

\n\n

Clarissa hesitated, a little surprised. “If you insist, Penelope. But you won’t be completely plugged,\nwill you?”

\n\n

“W-what do you mean…,” stammered Pen.

\n\n

“I mean, you won’t have a butt plug, dear. I didn’t think you would be ready for that\njust yet.”

\n\n

Pen looked shocked. \nBut then she noticed our smirking faces.

\n\n

“I would, miss! \nI don’t know about the others!” \nShe stared at us contemptuously.

\n\n

“Girls…? Would do\nyou like the idea of butt plugs too?”

\n\n

“No thank you, miss,” we chorused.

\n\n

“It’s just you then, Penelope. Fortunately I think I have one in my\nbag. There’s just time.” She smiled delightedly. “I’ll have to undress you again, but there’s\na ladies’ boudoir next door to the loo. \nEnd door on the right. Go there\nand wait for me. I’ll be with you in a\nsecond.”

\n\n

Pen was staring at her, in total shock. She realised she’d made a big mistake. And she knew we knew. We were hugging ourselves with glee. We weren’t very nice, were we, but it served\nher right for pretending to be a slut. She\nhesitated, but Clarissa had no intention of letting her back out. It seemed to me that she really had it in for\nher.

\n\n

“Go on, dear. \nQuickly.”

\n\n

Penelope retreated, and disappeared through the far\ndoor. Clarissa rummaged in her bag.

\n\n

“Ah. There we are!” She winked at us, and held up a short black\nrubber plug with an egg-shaped end.

\n\n

“Beginner’s model. \nHope she likes it.” She stood up\nand went to follow Pen.

\n\n

“From what she said to us, she should do,” laughed Maddy.

\n\n

Clarissa stopped in her tracks. “What did she say?”

\n\n

“Miss?”

\n\n

“What did she say?”

\n\n

“Nothing really… In\nthe pub, just now…”

\n\n

“Yes?”

\n\n

“Well, something about how she would have liked to be\nPoppy…but it was just bravado, miss.”

\n\n

“Tell me exactly what she said, Madison. Now. \nQuickly, please.”

\n\n

“But, miss…it was sort of…a private conversation. I don’t want to…”

\n\n

“Tell me. \nNow.”

\n\n

Maddy stammered out the gist of Pen’s tirade. Clarissa pushed her for more detail, precise\nwords, phrases. She repeated them to\nherself, as if memorising them.

\n\n

“Thank you, Madison,” she said, thoughtfully. “How interesting…”

\n\n

Chapter 13. A Polite\nIntroduction.

\n\n

When they emerged ten minutes later, poor Pen was looking\nslightly uncomfortable. She was walking\nwith little steps, and holding herself very upright. Under her hood her cheeks must have been\nburning with shame. We could barely\nconceal our mirth.

\n\n

“Fits perfectly. \nDoesn’t it, Penelope?”

\n\n

Pen managed to give a slight nod.

\n\n

“Now you’re completely plugged, just like you wanted. What a brave girl! Shall I tell Timothy?”

\n\n

Pen shook her head vigorously.

\n\n

“No, perhaps not. \nWell, we’d better get on. \nPenelope, I might as well do you first.”

\n\n

She picked up a ball gag.

\n\n

“All right, Penelope. \nOpen wide then, dear. These ones\nhave a little give, so you’ll be able to exercise your jaw muscles to some\nextent…”

\n\n

Pen opened her mouth, and Clarissa pushed the shiny red ball\ngently in. Then, going around the back\nof the sofa, she took the two ends of the strap, slipped them through the\nspecial loops on the side of Pen’s hood, and buckled them firmly together\nbehind her head, securing them with another little padlock. She returned to the front and looked at the\nfinished article with keen attention. Once\nagain I saw that intent look on Clarissa’s face, but this time tinged with\nsomething else, something I can only describe as a sort of malicious glee.

\n\n

While Clarissa fitted our gags, Evie was preparing her\ncamera. It looked quite a high-tech\naffair, and she fitted it to a sort of triangular arm which was itself attached\nto her body with a harness. She said it\nallowed her to point it easily where she pleased, and get a smooth, steady\nimage. I nodded my understanding and\napparent approval, but with growing anxiety. \nThank goodness we were enclosed head to foot, completely anonymous! But I had no time for further cogitation,\nbecause at that moment there was a hubbub outside the door, and a moment later\nthe maid entered, and announced, in a somewhat exasperated voice, “Mister\nTimofy and friends”.

\n\n

“One second,” said Clarissa. \n“Girls! Get up! Now, you’re going to greet the\npartygoers. It’ll give them something to\nthink about while they’re eating.”

\n\n

She helped us to our feet, and made us stand in line.

\n\n

“Now be good girls, won’t you?”

\n\n

Evie had been filming all the while we’d been getting\nready. Now she took up a position which\nallowed her to records the guests’ reactions.

\n\n

“All right. Let them\nin.”

\n\n

Timothy was the first through the door. I recognised him from the wedding. He was quite cute, I had to admit, especially\nin a black dinner jacket. But not the\nsort of bloke I could ever fancy. \nSpoilt, like a lot of his type, like all those idiots at the\nwedding. He looked around, taking in the\nroom. It took him a few seconds to\nnotice us. But when he did he stopped in\nhis tracks. His mouth fell open.

\n\n

“Timothy, darling! \nMay I introduce your…playmates for the evening?” (I wanted to vomit when she used that\nword.) “Madison…in yellow, Letitia, in\npink, and Penelope, in blue.”

\n\n

Timothy’s friend were now crowding in behind him. As they registered our presence, the hubbub\nof voices and laughter died down to absolute silence. They stood staring, wide-eyed. Then a voice broke the silence. A whoop of delight. The whole crowd of them there must have been\nthirty – came galloping towards us, whooping and whistling, cheering and\nlaughing. If I had imagined our\nappearance may have engendered a modicum of admiration or respect, I was\nimmediately disabused. They surrounded\nus, poking, squeezing and groping, drinking us in with lecherous eyes, fighting\nto get their hands on us, like a herd of randy pigs! I looked at Clarissa. She had stood back, a smile of delight on her\nface, while Evie skipped about filming from different angles. I had hands fondling my bum, squeezing by breasts,\nand pinching and pulling my nipples, and exploring my crotch. It was the most disgusting exhibition of pure\nunmoderated lust I had ever witnessed, let alone been a part of. I looked at my friends. Maddy was struggling against her\nmolesters. Pen… Pen was trying to escape. She was backing out, pushing her abusers\naside. She was panicking. She managed to get to the edge of the\ncrush. It was then that Clarissa\nrevealed her true colours. She drew her\nwhip, and gave her one quick, hard cut across her buttocks. Pen squeaked, and was propelled back into the\nmêlée.

\n\n

“No dear, it’s too late to back out, I’m afraid. You belong to the boys now!”

\n\n

Her remark redoubled their impudence. Now they knew there were no constraints. Penelope now became the focus of their\nattention. Their hands were all over\nher. They crowed with triumph.

\n\n

“Feel those tits!”

\n\n

“Her nipples are so stiff…”

\n\n

“James! You suck that\none. I’m gonna suck this one!”

\n\n

“Nibble them Pete! \nMake her squirm!”

\n\n

“What a lovely bit of wank fodder…”

\n\n

“Later, Mike.”

\n\n

“Hey, boys! Feel\nthis! In ‘er bum!”

\n\n

“Is it…?”

\n\n

“Yeah! She got a butt\nplug in! What a little…”

\n\n

“Put ‘er on the sofa! \nI need to jack off…”

\n\n

Clarissa’s voice rose above the clamour.

\n\n

“All right, boys! \nThat’s enough! You’ll have plenty\nof time for that later. It’s time for\ndinner now.”

\n\n

Reluctantly, the crowd broke up. The maid showed them to their places. Even seated, they couldn’t take their eyes of\nus. Clarissa arranged us in a neat row\non one of the sofas. I think we were all\npraying dinner lasted a long time. I\nwanted to remonstrate with Clarissa, but the most I could do was make a muffled\nchirp of protest. I turned to Pen,\ntrying to construe her feelings. But\nthere was no clues to be found on her rubber-sheathed head, with its blank\ngoggles and ball-gagged mouth. The most\nI could do was to move my thigh against hers in reassurance, and touch her\nbemittened hand with mine in a subtle gesture of commiseration.

\n\n

Chapter 14. A Spell\nin the Pool.

\n\n

We watched our tormentors at dinner. They ate like pigs, too, and treated the\nmaids who were waiting on them like slaves. \nThey shouted, laughed uncontrollably, threw food at each other…and drank. The empty wine bottles were collected in\nblack bags, and more brought in. It was\nalready clear to me that Timothy and his friends, though technically adults,\nwere mentally just a bunch of immature adolescents. I felt confirmed in my view that our\nappearance, so far from being a protection, was actually an encouragement to\nmisbehaviour. Had we attended properly\ndressed, as glamorous young women, I am certain most of them would have been\nterrified of us. The thought made\nClarissa’s motivation all the more dubious. \nMy only hope was that they would all be unconscious by the time dinner\nwas over. But alas, it was not to\nbe. After dessert was served, Timothy\ndecided they couldn’t wait any longer.

\n\n

“Auntie? Could\nwe…? You know, the girls?”

\n\n

“Oh, I suppose so, Timothy. \nNo, not yet. Wait a moment.”

\n\n

She went to the main door, produced a key from her pocket,\nand locked it. She tested the handles to\nmake sure. She turned to the guests.

\n\n

“All right, boys,” she said, coolly. “They’re all yours.”

\n\n

I could hardly believe my ears. She was actually turning them loose on\nus! I didn’t remember signing up for\nthis. I think we panicked. It was not easy to get up, with our movements\nseverely restricted by our chains and mitts, and before we could get off the\nsofa they were on us. It seemed they\nwere going to take their pleasure on each of us in turn. Maddy was the first they grabbed – probably\njust because she was the nearest. They\ncarried her by her arms and legs, and threw her on the next sofa. Clarissa took Pen’s and my leashes in one\nhand, and pulled us towards it.

\n\n

“Come on girls, you won’t want to miss this. Don’t you want to see what they’re going to\ndo to her?”

\n\n

I hate to admit it, but I really did. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Pen tried to pull back, by Clarissa simply\nlugged her along. She positioned us\nbehind the back of the sofa.

\n\n

“Boys? Please give\nEvie room to film, if you want to have a memorable record of proceedings.”

\n\n

“Yeah, guys,” said Timothy, “let her stand down the end\nthere. Give her room.”

\n\n

I watched aghast as dozens of pair of hands explored every\ninch of Maddy’s body. They held her feet\nand shoulders down, and took it in turns to fondle her most sensitive\nareas. One young guy dedicated himself\nto her left nipple, another to her right. \nActually, they weren’t too rough, as I had feared. They squeezed and pulled and rolled them in\ntheir fingers quite gently, eliciting groans of pleasure from their\ncaptive. Timothy himself was applying\nhis efforts to her crotch, massaging her through the rubber with a circular\nmotion..

\n\n

“Can you feel her dildo, dear?”

\n\n

“Yes, auntie. I’m\nmaking it move around inside her. Is it\nswitched on?”

\n\n

“Not yet. Shall I\nactivate it, do you think?”

\n\n

“Yes, please, auntie.”

\n\n

“All right. I’ll just\nput it on thirty pulses for now.”

\n\n

She took out her phone, and a few seconds later Maddy\nemitted a surprised moan, arched her back in arousal. The boys laughed.

\n\n

“That’s it! Wow, she\nlikes that all right!” cried one.

\n\n

“Can you make it fuck her properly, Miss Desborough?” asked\nsomeone, eagerly.

\n\n

“I could, Simon, but I’m not going to…yet. Let’s take our time, shall we? We have the whole evening.”

\n\n

A shy-looking blond boy with red cheeks who was stroking her\ntummy with one hand and fondling himself with the other, began to get agitated.

\n\n

“M-miss? What are we going\nto do with her…? I mean, it’s really…you\nknow…exciting…just playing like this…”

\n\n

“Willy wants to have a proper wank, don’t you Willy?”\nguffawed someone from the back of the little throng.

\n\n

“Yeah. Willy Wanker\nan’ the spunk factory!” piped up another.

\n\n

“Honestly, boys, I thought you were mature adults. But you’re just a bunch of overgrown\ntwelve-year-olds, aren’t you?”

\n\n

Yes, I thought, and you knew it from the beginning.

\n\n

“Dear me,” she continued. \n“Well if you really want to…do that, you’ll have to put her in the\npool.”

\n\n

“You brought the pool, auntie,” gasped Timothy. “Where is it?”

\n\n

“Behind the curtain down there, dear. It’s all ready, if you insist…”

\n\n

“We do!”

\n\n

They were already making for the curtained-off area at the\nend of the room. The curtain was dragged\naside, and there, behind it, was a blue inflatable swimming-pool! It was oblong, perhaps two and a half metres\nlong, the sides in three sections, about half a metre high. It was placed in the middle of a big plastic\nmat. It was empty of water. At first I didn’t understand its function, but\nit soon became clear. The struggling\nMaddy was placed inside it, and then…well, \nperhaps the most disgusting spectacle I had ever witnessed. Led by the appropriately-named Willy, half a\ndozen of the lads positioned themselves at the sides of the pool, unzipped\ntheir trousers, and pulled out their tumescent or semi-tumescent pricks! And then began, without the slightest\nappearance of self-consciousness, to masturbate gleefully! Pen and I turned to each other, and though it\nwas impossible for me to discern her facial expression, I could see by her stance\nshe was frozen with horror. Then she\npressed her arm against mine, as if desperately seeking help to escape. But of course, that was now impossible.

\n\n

Of course I too was horrified. But also, I have to admit, slightly\nfascinated by the sheer obscenity of what was taking place. I left Pen’s side and advanced as quickly as\nmy ankle chain would allow towards the pool, and its squirming occupant. As they pumped away determinedly, encouraged vociferously\nby their comrades, Clarissa stood to one side, looking on with obvious\nsatisfaction, while Evie knelt at the foot of the pool, intent on capturing\nevery second of the gross spectacle. I\nrealised that the whole thing must have been pre-planned, even down to the\nprovision of the pool. Maddy continued\nto struggle, but with her arms and legs chained, it was impossible for her to rise,\nand all she succeeded in doing was rolling over onto her tummy. She had hardly done so when Willy gave an\necstatic cry, and ejaculated copiously over her, his semen splattering her\nyellow suit. This event seemed to set\nthe others off, and, to the cheers of the onlookers, they sprayed her with cum\nfrom her buttocks to her head. My heart\nwas thumping with excitement by now, when all at once I felt something stirring\ndeep inside me. My dildo was starting to\npulse, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I looked at Clarissa. She held up her phone, and gave me a broad\nwink. Trembling with excitement, I\nallowed my gaze to revert to my friend. Now she began to struggle even more, slipping\nabout on the floor of the pool, now slick with sperm, but only succeeded in\nsliding over onto her back. With a shout\nof triumph, Timothy grabbed her ankles, holding her face up, while another rank\nof volunteers stepped forward. \nDisregarding her muffled protests, they began to masturbate in their\nturn, and soon, to the accompaniment of gasps and groans from the participants,\nand whoops and whistles from their colleagues, she was inundated with repeated\ndeluges of warm, sticky cum!

\n\n

I stood there staring, unable to take my eyes off my\nfriend. My whole body was vibrating, the\nhead of the dildo pulsing softly but relentlessly, the seam of my catsuit\npressing against my clitoris. My breath\nwas coming quickly. Maddy was\ncomprehensively slimed, the semen trickling stickily down the cones of her\nbreasts, down the smooth yellow dome of her head, lying in little milky pools\non her eyepieces and on her tummy. She\nhad stopped struggling now. I was\ntransfixed by the sight, intensely aroused, to the extent that I didn’t notice\nthe boys converging on me until it was too late to react. They picked me up bodily, and lay me in the\npool next to Maddy. They didn’t need to\nhold me down. I lay there on my back, my\nright arm pressed against Maddy’s left, watching mesmerised as two rows of fat,\nglistening penises, pointed straight at me and not more than a foot or two from\nmy face, were pumped and milked with consummate skill by their experienced\nowners. Some of the boys masturbated\nwith desperate abandon, unable to contain their excitement, while others, more\ncircumspect, worked slowly and steadily, determined to elicit as much pleasure\nas possible from the exercise, and to deliver a commensurate quantity of\nsperm. The observers had become quiet\nnow, and seemed as transfixed as I was at this exhibition of sexual\npotency. The masturbators efforts were\naccompanied by stifled groans and sighs, and the pleasant liquid plopping and\nslapping sounds produced by regular motion of well-lubricated foreskin over\nglans. I wondered which of the\ndistended, scarlet heads would erupt first. \nThe pulsing inside me had increased both in tempo and intensity, and I\nwas trembling with arousal. I squirmed,\nthrusting out my breasts, in the hope of inflaming their desire. If my hands had been free, I would have\nsqueezed my nipples to show them just how randy I was feeling. But it was not necessary. The boy closest to my face gave a sudden cry\nof ecstasy. A wad of white sperm spurted\nfrom the tip of his prick, hitting me just below the nose. With commendable self-control, he held his\npenis pointed straight at my face as he unloaded the remainder of his sticky cream\nall over my head. Just as with Maddy,\nthe first orgasm set off a chain reaction, and that first emission was\nimmediately complemented by a torrent of warm, sticky cum, the accompanying\nmurmur of approval punctuated by the orgasmic gasps and cries of the\nparticipants. I raised my head and\npeered through sperm-glazed goggles at the milky blobs now smothering my shiny\npink suit, with more raining down. At\nthe end of the pool I could see a blurred vision of Evie, still coolly\nfilming. I confess that the realisation that\nMaddy and I could generate such a degree of lust amongst this crowd of young\nmen, I found gratifying, flattering, and arousing. My doubts about Clarissa were overshadowed by\na new sense of my own sexual power, though I knew it was largely attributable\nto the potency of the outfits he had supplied. \n

\n\n

By now my whole body was buzzing with a sort of desperate obscene\ncraving. I longed to slide my hands over\nmy slimy breasts, to revel in the feel of the slippery, sperm-coated latex, but\nalas, the chains were too short. \nInstead, I rolled onto my side and ground my body against Maddy’s, working\nmy nipples against hers. She responded\nimmediately, sliding one mitt in between my legs, much to the delight of our\naudience. Then two things happened\nsimultaneously. The dildo inside me\nbegan to pump back and forth; and the sperm that had landed on my ball gag,\nwhich must have been making its way steadily down the breathing hole, began to\nooze into my mouth.

\n\n

In spite of the gag, I made a high-pitched moan of ecstasy,\nand came explosively, my body convulsing, wracked with spasms of pleasure that\nfelt as if they might go on forever. \nMaddy’s orgasm followed mine almost immediately, and we lay there,\npressed together cumming and cumming, whimpering with pleasure. I found out afterwards that Clarissa was\nsynchronising her control of our dildos, hoping to achieve that very\noutcome!

\n\n

At length we slipped apart, completely spent, and lay there\nin our puddle of semen, unable to move. \nA couple of the boys were still wanking over us, and divided their\noffering between us. But we didn’t take\nany notice. I heard Clarissa’s voice as\nif in the distance.

\n\n

“Leave them now, boys. \nThey’re quite happy there in their pool full of sperm. I hope you’ve saved some for Penelope!”

\n\n

Chapter 15. \nPenelope’s Wish Cums True.

\n\n

“Plenty, auntie C!” I heard Timothy cry.

\n\n

Though Maddy and I were quite unable to see over the edge of\nthe pool – even trying to sit up was impossible, on the slimy plastic – I can\nrelate exactly what followed, since it was so expertly filmed by the\nindefatigable Evie.

\n\n

Pen had retreated to the far end of the room, and when the\nwhole company turned towards her, half of them with their little penises still\npeeping out of their pants, she fled with tiny steps into the loo.

\n\n

Clarissa sighed. \n“Wait, boys. I’ll persuade her to\ncome out.”

\n\n

She disappeared inside, and a few seconds later reappeared\nwith Pen in tow, pulled along by her leash.

\n\n

“Here we are. \nPenelope was feeling just a little shy – weren’t you, dear? But no need. \nI’ve saved you till last, because you’re quite the prettiest, aren’t\nyou, cutie?”

\n\n

The boys surged towards her, but Clarissa held up her hand.”

\n\n

“No, boys, no. \nPenelope is far too sweet to be mobbed by you. Stand back, please. Thank you. \nIn any case, I want to ask her a couple of questions.”

\n\n

“Mmm!” squeaked Pen.

\n\n

“Oh, of course. You\ncan’t speak, can you darling. Dear,\ndear. Shall we take that nasty gag out\nfor a minute, then? Yes? Okay, let’s do it.”

\n\n

She produced a set of tiny keys, turned Pen round, and\nunlocked and unbuckled the gag. She\ngently lifted it out of Pen’s mouth.

\n\n

“There. Does that\nfeel better?”

\n\n

“Y-yes, thank you, miss.”

\n\n

“Good. Good\ngirl.” She paused. “Here, sit on the sofa. Boys, go and sit at the table, please. You haven’t even started dessert yet. Go on.”

\n\n

Pen sat down. \nClarissa sat next to her. The\nboys sat at the table, eating the occasional sweetmeat, but watching Clarissa\nand Pen, slightly puzzled as to the turn of events.

\n\n

“I want to cum on her,” whispered one to his\nneighbour. “My spunk’s gonna look great\non that blue latex!”

\n\n

“Evie? Can you get\nsome close-ups of Penelope? Such a pity\nwe can’t see her pretty face under that latex hood, but never mind. It has to be.”

\n\n

“Now, Penelope darling. \nI want to ask you something, and I want you to answer me\ntruthfully. Yes?”

\n\n

“Yes, miss. Of\ncourse, miss.”

\n\n

“Good girl. Now, I\nunderstand that when you went to the pub with your friends…you made some\ncomments? Is that right?”

\n\n

“C-comments, miss? \nNo…not really…”

\n\n

“Oh! What, you didn’t\nmake any comments? Not about…the club,\nfor instance?”

\n\n

“The club, miss?”

\n\n

“Yes, dear. The\nclub. The club we went to. Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

\n\n

“Of course, miss…I remember.”

\n\n

“So you said something. \nTell me what it was you said.”

\n\n

Pen’s face must have been on fire. Was Clarissa going to force her to repeat her\nremarks in front of all those blokes? \nShe’d die of embarrassment.

\n\n

“Come on…whisper then…” \nClarissa put her ear close to Pen’s mouth. Pen whispered something inaudible, even on\nEvie’s video.

\n\n

“Is that all? But\ndidn’t you say, something about really wanting to be Poppy?”

\n\n

“M-maybe, miss. But I\ndidn’t mean it…”

\n\n

“But didn’t you say…” \nAnd here Clarissa whispered something in Pen’s ear, then drew back to\nlook at her. “Well? Did you or didn’t you?”

\n\n

“I may have…”

\n\n

“Did you…or didn’t you?” said Clarissa, angrily.

\n\n

Pen hung her head. \n“Y-yes, miss. But I…”

\n\n

“Didn’t mean it. You\ndidn’t mean it, Penelope. But you\nshouldn’t say things you don’t mean, should you?”

\n\n

“N-no miss.”

\n\n

“Right. So now you’re\ngoing to look at the camera, and say what I tell you. Ready? \nSay, “My name is Penelope Harrington.” \nGo on.”

\n\n

“M-my name…”

\n\n

“No, Penelope. Loud\nand clear, please. In your most refined\nvoice. Go on.”

\n\n

“My name is Penelope Harrington.”

\n\n

“Good. Well done. Now…”I love my latex catsuit and my latex\nhood”. Go on.”

\n\n

Pen shuffled her boots uncomfortably on the polished\nfloor. She took a deep breath.

\n\n

“I love my latex catsuit and my latex hood.”

\n\n

“Excellent, Penelope! \nWell done!”

\n\n

“Now say what you said in the pub. Nice and loud and clear, please.”

\n\n

“Miss?”

\n\n

“You heard me.”

\n\n

“I…I…can’t….I…”

\n\n

“Have you forgotten? \nJust the last bit will do. You\nknow, “I want my face used as a pussy. I\nwant my mouth filled up with hot, slimy sperm!” \nThat’s all.”

\n\n

Pen gasped, and the boys whooped with delight.

\n\n

“Get on with it, or I’ll throw you to them right now.”

\n\n

Pen started to sob.

\n\n

“Do it Penelope. In\nthat lovely posh voice of yours. You\nhave five seconds.”

\n\n

Pen looked around, but there was no way out. She began, haltingly.

\n\n

“I-I want my face…miss, I can’t!”

\n\n

“You said it happily enough before, dear. Now say it! \nQuiet, boys!”

\n\n

Pen gulped. “I…I…”

\n\n

“Goodness, girl. \nHere, I’ll help you.”

\n\n

She pulled out her phone, touched the screen, and in an\ninstant Pen was yelping and squirming in her seat.

\n\n

“There. Is that\nbetter? Does it make the butt plug throb\nas well. No? I’ll turn it up a bit.”

\n\n

“Miss, please!” Pen screamed.

\n\n

“So are you going to say it?”

\n\n

“Yes, yes, I’ll say it. \nPlease turn it off!”

\n\n

“I’ll turn it down. \nNow, speak.”

\n\n

In her state of discomfiture, and desperate to be released,\nPen blurted out her recollection of what she’d said, which turned out to be\neven better than the original.

\n\n

“Oh, miss. I said I\nwant my mouth used as a pussy. I want it\nfucked and fucked, till its full of hot slimy sperm for me to gobble up. I just want lots and lots of creamy spunk to drink….” Her voice trailed off.

\n\n

“Penelope! That was\nbeautiful! Well, my dear, you’re going\nto have your wish. I’ll leave your dildo\non thirty, just to keep you on your toes. \nNow, come with me.”

\n\n

She led Pen by her leash over to the window wall of the\nroom. Pen went meekly, completely\ncowed. Everyone watched, wondering what\nher plan was. First Clarissa adjusted\nher restraints, removing the chains and connecting her wrists to her belt and\nher ankles together just using carabiners, so she was totally immobilised. Then she turned to her nephew.

\n\n

“Timothy? Over near\nthe pool you’ll find a roll of plastic sheeting. Bring it here, would you?”

\n\n

She unrolled the sheet, which was a couple of metres square,\nand laid it out abutting the wall. Then\nshe made Maddy kneel on it, with the heels of her boots up against the\nwall. Behind her, at the level of her\nneck, was a cleat for the curtain pulls. \nClarissa unclipped her leash from the front of her collar, and\nreattached it to the back. Then she\nfixed the loop to the cleat.

\n\n

“There. Is that\ncomfortable, Penelope? Can you move?”

\n\n

Pen could move her head from side to side, as far as the\nleash would allow, but that was all.

\n\n

“Perfect. Would you\nlike your gag back in? Yes? You would? \nBut how will you gobble up all that lovely spunk? No, Penelope. \nI’m going to let you have just what you asked for!”

\n\n

She turned to the boys.

\n\n

“Timothy? It’s your\nparty. You should be first. Especially as you’ve been so self-disciplined\nso far.”

\n\n

“No…!” wailed Pen. \n

\n\n

“Great! Thanks,\nauntie! Yes, I’ve saved it up just like\nyou suggested.”

\n\n

“No! You can’t. I won’t…”

\n\n

“You will, dear. \nIt’s what you want, remember. And\nI’ll increase your dildo pulse rate just a little…so.” Here Pen stiffened and gasped. “That should take away some of your\ninhibitions.”

\n\n

Timothy, whose penis had been stiffening ever since he began\nto understand his aunt’s plan, and was now oozing pre-cum, was already in front\nof her face. She closed her mouth, but\nhe simply held her nose till it opened again. \nHe was half way in before she could utter another syllable. He sighed with pleasure.

\n\n

“Put your thumbs through the loops on her hood,\ndarling. Then you’ll be able to hold her\nstill.”

\n\n

Timothy needed no second bidding. Holding her head firmly by the loops, he was\nsoon thrusting away at a steady rhythmic pace, Evie kneeling beside him with\nher camera. The reinforced circular mouth\nopening in the hood was a little smaller than the girth of his penis, so it had\na useful masturbatory function, drawing back the foreskin at each\ninsertion. As a result he didn’t last\nlong, and with a cry of “oh, my god!” he pumped all his pent-up semen\ninto Pen’s mouth. She was swallowing as\nhard as she could, but even so some of it spurted out of the mouth hole and\nstreamed down her chest. Timothy slowly\nwithdrew, with a long sigh of pleasure.

\n\n

“Ooh, auntie. That\nwas…amazing!”

\n\n

“No! It’s not fair!”\nspluttered Pen, struggling against her leash. \n“You can’t do this! Oh my god,\nmiss, please, please, turn off my dildo for a minute. I can’t…it’s driving me crazy. Oh, no, I didn’t sign up to this. Please stop it. Please! \nI’m gonna tell my mum! I will!”

\n\n

But Clarissa ignored her, busying herself with organising\nthe guests, eager for their turns. “Listen\nto me, you bitch!” But Clarissa just\nshot her an amused, surprised, glance. \n“Language, Penelope, language. Or\nI’ll put you dildo on full power. Evie,\nare you getting all this?”

\n\n

“Every word, Miss Desborough.”

\n\n

“Good.”

\n\n

There was some dispute about who should be next, but\nClarissa made the boys form an orderly queue, with those who hadn’t already\nunloaded over us given priority. Several\ntimes Pen tried to twist her head aside, but once the guy got his thumbs in\nthose loops, she was powerless to resist. \nIt was when the third volunteer shot his load into her mouth that she\nhad her first dildo-induced orgasm, evinced by a sudden convulsion followed by\na series of after-shocks. Clarissa was\nplaying with her phone, and I suspect she was controlling the level of Pen’s\narousal. After the fifth or sixth\nvolunteer had fed her his sperm, and sticky strings of it were hanging from her\nchin, she seemed to give up all resistance, and opened her mouth submissively\nfor the next. But some of the boys were\ntoo excited to wait their turn, so Clarissa gave them permission to stand at\neither side of her and cum over her head, or bring themselves off against her\ncheeks.

\n\n

She must have swallowed a pint of cum that evening, and had\nanother pint discharged over her body. There is little doubt the throbbing dildo made\nher more amenable that she would otherwise have been, but it also made her more\nresentful of the humiliation Clarissa had heaped upon her. By the time everyone had used her to satisfy themselves,\nshe was a sorry sight. Her tight latex\nhood and shoulders were glazed with a slimy layer of translucent cum. The face of the hood was likewise covered,\nwith a thick sticky lather adhering around the mouth, where the sperm from many\npricks had been whipped into a cream by the urgent climactic thrusts against\nthe rubber circle. I doubt she could see\nthrough her goggles any more. Sticky\nstrings were hanging and swinging from her mouth hole, her chin, the sides of\nher head, and her breasts. She was\nkneeling in a pool of slime. Evie was\nstill filming.

\n\n

Pen was swallowing convulsively, as if she were in danger of\nthrowing up. Clarissa bent down\nsolicitously.

\n\n

“Do try to keep it down, darling. It’s very good for you, you know.”

\n\n

“Miss….”

\n\n

“Yes, dear?”

\n\n

“Can I….would you…let me free now?”

\n\n

“Well I don’t see why not, Penelope. But first I think Timothy wants to give you a\nlittle treat. Don’t you darling?”

\n\n

“Yes, auntie.” His\nfriends were smirking as he went to the table and picked up a little\nplate. He carried it back to where Pen\nwas kneeling, and placed it front of her. \nShe stared at it.

\n\n

“What is it?” she said, weakly.

\n\n

Timothy squatted down. \nOn the plate was a chocolate éclair from the dessert.

\n\n

“It’s a very special éclair, just for you, from me and a\ncouple of my friends who still had some spunk left. We took out most of the cream and filled it\nfor you ourselves.” He picked it up and\noffered it to her.

\n\n

“Timothy…I couldn’t…”

\n\n

“Now, now, Penelope. \nManners. The boys made is specially\nfor you. Look at that lovely thick\nchocolate on top! How could you not want\nthat?” smirked Clarissa. “I’m afraid I\nshall have to insist, or we’ll all go home and leave you here for the hotel\nstaff to attend to.”

\n\n

Clarissa was really enjoying her revenge. “Here, I’ll help you.” She took the pastry from her nephew and\npresented it to Pen’s mouth, forcing her to take bite after bite till she’d\nswallowed the whole thing. Evie recorded\nevery mouthful.

\n\n

“Now, I think it only remains for you to thank the boys for\ntheir…generosity…and then I see no reason why we shouldn’t release you

\n\n

Pen hesitated. But\nshe knew she was in no position to object.

\n\n

“Thank you…boys.”

\n\n

“Well, say it like you mean it, Penelope. You should say, “Thank you for all your\ndelicious sperm, boys.”

\n\n

Pen sighed. “Thank\nyou for all your delicious sperm, boys.”

\n\n

“I really enjoyed sucking your pricks.”

\n\n

“I…really enjoyed sucking your pricks….”

\n\n

“I hope you’ll let me do it again soon.”

\n\n

“I hope you’ll let me do it again…soon.”

\n\n

“I love semen so much, I can’t get enough of it.”

\n\n

“I love semen so much, I can’t get enough of it.”

\n\n

“There. That wasn’t\ndifficult, was it. Now, boys? Would you take Penelope and put her with her\nfriends, in the sperm pool? I think Evie\nwould like to have some final shots of all three together.”

\n\n

Chapter 16. An Offer\nShe Can’t Refuse.

\n\n

We spent another fifteen minutes or so together in the pool,\nwallowing helplessly in sticky, congealing sperm, before we were finally\nallowed to go and clean ourselves up. From\ninside the shower room we could hear the boys, who were still drinking,\nchatting loudly, and every now and then a burst of uproarious laughter.

\n\n

Pen was feeling sick, and she was very angry.

\n\n

“Why did you tell her that stupid stuff I said. Why would you do that?”

\n\n

“We didn’t want to,” I explained. “She made us. \nI didn’t know what she was dreaming up. \nIn any case, Pen, it was you – you and your uncle Ralph – who got\nus into this thing in the first place.”

\n\n

“She’s a perverted, sadistic bitch. I’m finished with this. Tomorrow I’m gonna find a new job. I don’t give a shit about the money.”

\n\n

Maddy and I exchanged glances. We wondered whether she’d feel the same in\nthe morning.

\n\n

On the way home in the limo, we didn’t have much to say, but\nClarissa chatted happily.

\n\n

“And you’ll be pleased to know I managed to get you a double\nbonus for tonight. Four hundred each.”

\n\n

“Wow,” I said. \n“Really? How did you…?”

\n\n

“I said if they ever wanted to see you guys again, they\nshould show their appreciation. They can\nafford it.”

\n\n

“Thanks, miss,” said Maddy. \n“That’s an insane amount of money…”

\n\n

“You think money’s everything,” said Pen, sulkily. “What you did to me tonight…”

\n\n

“What I did is what you wanted to do but couldn’t admit to\nyourself.”

\n\n

“No. That’s not\ntrue!”

\n\n

“I think it is.”

\n\n

“Well I’m not doing it any more.”

\n\n

“So you don’t want to stay in my employ?”

\n\n

“Well…maybe I don’t….”

\n\n

“I see. Well,\ntomorrow I have a busy morning. So could\nI ask you all to come in the afternoon – say two-thirty – for your pay? And we’ll sort things out then, Penelope.”

\n\n

We all met up at two the following day. Maddy and I were desperate to know if Pen was\ngoing to stay with us or leave. We were\nstaying. The money was too good to walk\naway from.

\n\n

“So, Pen…what are you going to do?”

\n\n

“I’ve tried to get in touch with Ralph, but now his phones\nnot even connected. It’s like he handed\nus over to her and disappeared. I’ve\ndecided, anyway. I’m going to give her\nan ultimatum. Either she guarantees – in\nwriting – that she will have to ask my permission for every event, and tell me\nexactly what’s involved, or – or I’ll quit!”

\n\n

“Do you think she’ll agree to that?” asked Maddy.

\n\n

“No idea. Anyway,\nit’s up to her. But I don’t think she\nwants to lose me.”

\n\n

“Neither do I,” I said. \n“Seems to me she’s got a bit of a thing about you.”

\n\n

“Shut up, Lettie.”

\n\n

Clarissa was waiting for us at the office with three fat\nbrown envelopes.

\n\n

“There’s your pay, girls – six hundred and forty pounds,\nwith the bonuses. Well done.”

\n\n

We stowed the envelopes away in our bags.

\n\n

“Now, your next engagement…”

\n\n

“Miss? Piped up\nPen. “I want to talk about yesterday.”

\n\n

“Yes, Penelope?” \nClarissa regarded her with a faint supercilious smile on her face.

\n\n

“In future I want guarantees about what is required of\nme. Written guarantees. And if I don’t like it, I won’t do it.”

\n\n

“I see…and if I decline?”

\n\n

“Then I quit,” she said, defiantly.

\n\n

“I think I understand, Penelope. But before we go any further, may I show you\nsomething? Here, come into my office.”

\n\n

We followed her to a small office off the main room. There were four chairs arranged in a row, and\na monitor on the desk.

\n\n

“Take a seat, girls. \nNow, my friend Evie did a splendid job yesterday. She’s not only a very accomplished\nphotographer, but an accomplished editor too. \nShe worked all the morning to produce a full-length video of\nthe…ah...proceedings, but at my request she also made a shorter one…of you\nalone, Penelope.”

\n\n

Pen looked aghast.

\n\n

“Shall we watch it?” \nShe clicked the mouse. It began.

\n\n

The titles came up: “Penelope Harrison, Professional\nHostess. Eighteen Years Old.”

\n\n

They faded into the video Clarissa had taken when we first\ncame to her. Pen, in her school uniform,\non the catwalk, smiling and twirling, even curtseying. Voice over, (Evie’s), “Penelope was still at\nschool when she decided on her chosen career – a party hostess. But not just an ordinary hostess. Cut to video of Pen in her latex catsuit, the\nfirst time she wore it. “Penelope had\ndecided to embark on a career as a fetish hostess, dressed in a figure-hugging,\neye-catching latex catsuit! She chose\nblue to go with her pretty blonde hair.” \nI took a sideways peep at Pen. \nShe was aghast, open-mouthed, speechless. Cut to film of the wedding, Pen hooded,\nwaiting on the guests. “Penelope was\nalready demonstrating the lengths to which she was prepared to go to attract\nthe attention of potential clients. \nAfter this, her very first event, her name went into the notebooks of\nmany admirers. Soon, she became in\ndemand not only for conventional engagements, but for something more edgy. Here is Penelope at ‘The Pit’, a well-known\nsex club, in full bondage gear, assisting in the floor show. An important part of her apprenticeship, but\nit seems she is already skilled in assisting the ‘members’ with their\npreparations! Oh! Whoops! \nPerhaps my remark was a bit premature – like that guy. Lucky she’s all encased in lovely latex!”

\n\n

“No!” cried Pen.

\n\n

“Shh, Penelope. The\nbest is yet to come.”

\n\n

“But her earlier exploits pale into insignificance compared\nto those at her most recent engagement: a stag party. Here, her engagement with the guests\nbecame…shall we say, a little more intimate…” \nCut to Pen on the sofa… “My name\nin Penelope Harrington…I love my latex catsuit and my latex hood…I want my\nmouth used as a pussy. I want it fucked\nand fucked, till its full of hot slimy sperm for me to gobble up. I just want lots and lots of creamy spunk to drink…”

\n\n

Evie had certainly done her editing with consummate skill…and\nClarissa had known just what she was doing, getting Pen to articulate certain\nwell-chosen phrases.

\n\n

“And Penelope suited the action to the word, first with the\nhost…” Cut to Pen with Timothy… “Then to the guests…” We watched, not without arousal, as the entire\nepisode was played out. No memorable\norgasm seemed to be omitted, not the boys’, not Pen’s. “But she received her reward from a grateful\nclientele…” Cut to the totally slimed\nPen being fed a sperm éclair. “And for\nher part, Penelope was equally grateful for the guests’…input.” Cut to Pen, smothered with sperm: “Thank you\nfor all your delicious sperm, boys…I really enjoyed sucking your pricks…I hope\nyou’ll let me do it again…soon…I love semen so much, I can’t get enough of\nit.” Cut to Pen just before the arrival\nof the guests, sitting on the sofa. “Penelope\nis determined to pursue her chosen occupation with vigour and dedication, and\nit is certain her special skills and undeniable talent will continue in great demand….” Fade out.

\n\n

“There. What do you\nthink, darling? We were considering\nadding our contact details at the end, but to be honest, we already have a\nqueue of clients.”

\n\n

Poor Pen was beside herself with anger and shame. “You…you…you fucking…what…why…?”

\n\n

“Well, Penelope, if you do leave us, I think this would be a\nnice memento. Though I had also\nconsidered, in lieu of penalties, of selling it on. There are several suitable websites…”

\n\n

“No! Don’t you\ndare! You’ve used my face an’\neverything!”

\n\n

“Well, I doubt if your mother would see it. I mean, I’m sure she doesn’t look at such\nplaces online…though I suppose she might hear about it…”

\n\n

Poor Pen was trembling all over. There was silence for some moments.

\n\n

“What do you want?”

\n\n

“Penelope, please…”

\n\n

“What do you want?”

\n\n

“Well, dear,” said Clarissa, quietly, “I was hoping…you\nwould stay with us, and work alongside your friends.”

\n\n

“And if I don’t, you publish that…thing?”

\n\n

“I’m afraid I might have to. \nBut the choice is entirely yours. \nHowever, if you do choose to stay” – here her voice became suddenly icy\n– “if you do stay, you will in future do exactly what you’re\ntold, without demur. Understand? Understand?”

\n\n

“Yes…miss.”

\n\n

Clarissa relaxed and smiled. \n“Good. Linda has copies of both\nfilms for each of you. And Penelope?”

\n\n

“Yes, miss?”

\n\n

“You’ll be pleased to hear I’ve had a word with Ilse, and\nshe thinks you’d be a perfect candidate for her next show!”

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