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The sun was shining brightly through a chink in the curtains as Sarah set the table for breakfast in the Castle’s morning room with its breathtaking views across the hills and high moorland of Wales and even, on a crystal clear day like today, to the smoky hills of the English midlands beyond. Sarah was dressed demurely this morning in a knee length black dress with a white apron, the archetypal maid’s uniform, except her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders instead of being pinned up in a bun.
Felicia by contrast was wearing a long white apron over a black leather Cat-suit which was complete with a tail as she expertly prepared golden toast and waffles in the kitchen and loaded it onto a tray to take to the morning room.
Felicia liked making breakfast, she maintained the myth that she employed a “Cook” to produce the Cordon Bleu cuisine for which she was renowned, but there had been no cook for years as she and her niece Sarah did all the cooking, except when a slave showed a special aptitude, of course.
“How is our guest” Sarah asked as Frank joined her in the morning room.
“I suppose,” Frank said but Felicia swept in before he could finish.
“She’s fine, but you’ve let your hair down Sarah,” Felicia noted, “Is there a reason.?”
“It’s Rugby, Gethin’s playing.” Frank announced, “she’s hoping to see him.”
“Oh pet you can’t keep on like this, I don’t think you’ve said a word to him yet have you?”
“No Madam, but he’s beautiful, and he sings for Maesporth Harmony.” Sarah added.
“Sings a lovely bass baritone,” Agreed Frank, “We got singing Barbershop in the Rhymney Arms.” He stopped, he had said too much.
“You’ll be singing high tenor if I catch you parking my Maybach in Station Road,” Felicia warned, “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Dozens.” Frank admitted, “But he’s a good chap, knows all about my best games, I could invite him along?”
“She’s blushing Frank,” Felicia said “but what about Caroline, what next?”
“I put her details on line but there’s no real interest.” Sarah announced, “SlavEbay dot co dot uk and the US sites but overnight the best offer was three thousand five hundred, so I checked her laptop and it seems that everything’s very much as she says, she is very secure financially.”
“What, you just logged on?” Felicia asked.
“No, ran it from that little flash drive that I got from Cardiff,” Sarah explained, “you know the Linux one, it bypasses all that password nonsense.”
“What else did you do?” Frank asked.
“Experian credit check,” Sarah boasted, “I checked if she owned her house with the Land registry, and I checked her savings and current accounts, oh and checked her work email’s.”
“And?” Felicia asked.
“It’s all as she says,” Sarah continued, “over sixty thousand in the account of which fifty thousand was paid in last month, oh and she has a very senior position at her work, and a very busy schedule of meetings on Monday.”
“Sounds like a customer then?” Felicia asked and they nodded agreement.
“Oh her break up’s” Sarah added, “she clings worse than Ivy, girls and boys, they always dump her, never the other way as far as I can tell.”
Frank had a suggestion, “Herb’s supposed to be coming over to see the Simulator this morning, maybe we could get him to have a look at Caroline?”
Herbert Morton was a perennial window shopper, taking slaves and returning them after a week or month as in some way faulty, so much so that he now had to pay fifty per cent of sale price up front as a deposit, but as he usually flew in in his private helicopter that didn’t worry him too much.
“Yes, let him inspect her, that’s perfect Frank!” Felicia agreed, “We’ll put her in the display rig when she wakes, it’s perfect!”
That was when they heard the sound of an alarm, “Sounds like she’s had enough,” Frank commented, “Shall we give her half an hour?”
“No, I’ll prepare her,” Felicia said decisively, as she gulped down the last of her coffee and grabbed a piece of toast and headed for the dungeon.
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Caroline was awake, manacled, gagged and plugged front and rear with dildo and butt plug, ear plugged, blindfolded, hardly able to breathe as the corset squeezed her chest, unable to speak, or communicate in any way, she found the sudden stillness unsettling, there was no music in her earplug speakers any more and she cowered in fear, barely daring to consider her fate.
She had come to Wales to buy a slave but now she was herself a slave and she had made it all so easy, so logical, her mind raced as she thought about the way they had manipulated her and how had she allowed herself to be duped and she wondered why she had she been so naïve and so trusting of complete strangers and she screamed silently at her own stupidity.
Caroline had driven to Wales a financially secure young woman with a good degree and a good job managing her own accounts with minimal interference and a private income from her aunt’s estate the trustees of which had just released another fifty thousand pounds for her to spend as she wished, yesterday Caroline had the world at her feet now her world was merely a “Three foot” cube cage which was actually two feet four wide so it passed through standard doorways, and as she thought of her own stupidity she sobbed into her gag and cried into her blindfold.
Caroline knew only that she had been carried for miles in a lorry or van, so at least she was still in the country, or would she have felt the motion of a ship, so she reasoned, she must at least still be in Europe, yet she knew that no one knew even where she started her journey from, her trail ended when she booked into the Queens hotel and allowed the bell boy to park her smart red late model Golf GTi in the garages, there was not even any CCTV in the side street where Frank picked her up in the Maybach limousine.
Discomfort rather than despair had woken Caroline, not just her cramped leg and arm muscles, or the harsh metal grid pressing into her soft flesh, but the urgent need to pee. She tried so hard not to, but gradually she lost control and she decided just a little trickle would not matter when, “Blahhhhh” “Dring Dring” “Blahhhh!” an alarm sounded hammering brutally into her earplug speakers as she screamed silently.
A pump whirred quietly as it sucked the liquids from the drip tray to the catch tank, starting as soon as the moisture sensors sensed she had lost control, the same sensors that sounded the alarm until as the pump lost suction and as the motor raced the voltage sensor shut the system shut down.
Caroline relaxed her over tensed muscles, no one had come, no one cared, perhaps she was in a warehouse or mineshaft, her imagination ran riot, she imagined cannibals about to eat her or men queuing up to use her, she explored her prison, nudging the bars gently and exploring with her hands secured as they were behind her back, she tried stepping through her hands, but the handcuffs were too high on her arms and she just could not get her legs tight enough, so she tried to explore with her fingertips.
The silence was overwhelming.
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Felicia was already hurrying to find Caroline, reacting to the sound of the alarm as she threw her apron on a chair and grabbed her piece of toast and swept into the corridor.
“Hang on that pole’s heavy,” Frank called after her, “I better give her a hand.” He told Sarah and he grabbed the rest of the toast and hurried after Felicia.
Felicia took the head phones with the throat microphone for the earplug speakers from the top of Caroline’s cage and started to prepare her for release as Frank joined her.
Caroline felt rather than heard Felicia arrive, she felt hands pushed through the bars of the cage which bucked a leather collar around her neck and Caroline then felt a tug as Felicia attached a leash and she was pulled gently from the cage, “There’s a three foot drop, swing your feet out first.” Felicia ordered as she switched on her microphone and spoke through Caroline’s earplug speakers.
Caroline eased her poor aching limbs from the cage and jumped down onto the cold hard granite floor, the shock jarred her bare feet. “Follow me, do exactly as I say” Felicia ordered, “Walk forward, two, paces, one, halt!” Felicia ordered and Caroline obeyed, “Up three steps,” Felicia ordered as Caroline approached the display trolley, with its wide platform at cage height some three feet from the floor, “ that’s one, two, three, stop.”
Frank nodded at Felicia and picked up the eight foot long stainless steel pole like it was a twig not a hundred and fifty pounds of polished steel tube, smeared lube around the bullet like smooth streamlined end, and hoisted it up into the hole in the low ceiling almost over Caroline’s head
“Turn round.” Felicia ordered and suddenly to her horror, as she cautiously eased around Caroline felt the cold wet chill of the steel tube being forced down inside the back of her already excessively tight corset, as Frank carefully guided it as it sank downwards under it’s own weight, she breathed in as hard as she could as she felt the tube sliding down the groove of her buttocks and down against her legs until with a click she realised the tube or pole had been secured in a hole in the floor and she was trapped.
“Hold still,” Felicia advised and Caroline felt something touch her throat, another strap, it was pulled tight pulling her head back against the pole, she tried to move but the pole seemed immovable and she relaxed. At least she wouldn’t fall!
Frank checked the pole was fully engaged in the bed of the display trolley and tightened the securing bolt, ready to drop the loading flaps to leave Caroline perched on a platform only nine inches wide.
A chain jingled, Caroline felt something round her ankles, Felicia was shackling them tight against the pole, then she ordered, “Sink down Caroline, spread those knees there’s a good girl.”
With Felicia bearing down on her shoulders Caroline had no choice but to sink down, “Knees apart girl,” Felicia ordered through the earplug speakers.
Caroline felt something being loped round her left knee, a wide strap like a car seatbelt, pulling and then one around her right knee and then there was the sound of a ratchet, and her knees were pulled firmly down, out and back, Caroline baulked at the indignity, unaware that Frank had attached the knee spreader to her, a plank with a knee straps and a ratchet to tighten them which fitted behind the pole, she could do nothing to resist as Frank relentlessly spread her knees ever wider until the pain seemed unbearable and as she became sure her hips would break or dislocate Caroline started to scream and cry into her gag.
Felicia helped to pull Caroline’s legs apart nice and wide then she hooked Caroline’s leash to the floor to prevent her standing and stood back to admire her efforts she waited for Frank to lower the loading flaps.
Felicia stared at Caroline for a moment or two before she undid Carolines crotch belt for a detailed inspection. As the dampened belt came away so the dildo clattered to he floor leaving Caroline feeling suddenly empty.
“Oh Caroline you look disgusting, I can see right up inside you, you wicked little tease, and you’re leaking you absolute minx!” Felicia said through the earplug speakers, as she took the belt from Caroline’s waist and tossed it in a plastic bin before taking a sponge to clean Caroline up and finally she dried her carefully with a rough towel.
Caroline relaxed, the sponge was a pleasant feeling and the pain of her tortured hips diminished to be replaced with cramp but now she felt like her vagina would no longer close and she badly wanted something inside her.
Caroline felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, but shackled to the pole half way along the spine of the four foot wide and eight foot long display trolley she was quite safe, even if her head was only inches from the ceiling. The trolley was far too wide to fit through the dungeon door in any case and the pole could only be positioned right in the middle of the curved tunnel under the old escape shaft, but the trolley served it’s purpose and Frank got it for a good price from Bethesda when they upgraded to skeletal birthing chairs for display, although Frank was sure the old trolley was a better job.
Caroline waited, her heart thumped loudly as the minutes passed, stillness reigned, no touching, nothing, just the beginnings of thirst and hunger tormented her as she adapted to her posture and the pain subsided to a dull ache, bur relief turned so quickly to need, the bum plug tormented her now the dildo was gone, she realised she had found it’s presence comforting like a baby’s pacifier but now she felt like her whole pussy was gaping wide open, the skin pulled tight by her outspread knees, she wanted it filled, no she needed it filled,
Unbeknown to Caroline Herb Morton had just arrived on his Harley Davidson motorcycle, and resplendent in his black leathers the sixty two year old balding and overweight American had refused Sarah’s offer of coffee and was on his way to inspect her.
Caroline had no idea that Herb and Frank and Felicia were standing looking at her, “She’s leaking again” Frank said, looking a single drop of girl juice on the deck of the display trolley “That hinge will be rusty again in the morning you mark my words.”
“Shut up Partridge!” Felicia used her husbands supposed Chauffeur title in Herb’s hearing, and then switching on her throat microphone so Caroline could hear she said, “Now this is a recent arrival it needs toning, the training has been fairly minimal so far but the slave seems very amenable, very responsive to the crop.”
There was silence then Caroline felt strong male hands probing her labia, squeezing her breasts, feeling her legs, even running fingers through her hair.
Herb tried negotiating, she was far too old and womanly for his taste, but he sensed a bargain, he made an offer.
“No Five thousand is our bottom limit,” Caroline heard Felicia saying through her earplug speakers, “Pounds, as seen,” Felicia paused, as Herb tried a new tack, “No,” Felicia insisted, “That’s exclusive of the Boob job and liposuction.”
Herb tried again, unheard by Caroline he enquired about surgery.
“No, as seen, we cannot do plastic surgery to make her look like your ex wife, not for the inclusive price,” Felicia continued as Caroline realised she was being treated like a commodity, not like an animal but like something to be altered, a blank canvas to be painted, not human or even animal but just a thing.
Caroline realised she was becoming wet again, her nipples were hardening and her clitty was crying out for attention as the fingers explored ever deeper inside her, she moaned into her gag willing the fingers ever deeper, or wishing they would give way to a dildo or even a cock.
Herb stood a while carried away for an instant by Caroline’s stifled moans, he liked the way they increased in pitch when he rubbed her clit, and wondered what she sounded like at the point of orgasm.
Caroline found herself responding, it was like a waking dream, no sound except Felicia’s voice, nothing to see just the sensations of her stretched anus, and those fingers exploring, tormenting, disembodied fingers in the blindfolded darkness.
Caroline moaned and gasped silently until she found she was struggling for breath as the restricting corset and gag combined to stifle her desperate need for oxygen so that as her excitement increased her mind raced and a purple haze descended as her mind started to close down and she squirmed and squeezed Herb’s fingers with her vagina muscles as she desperately sought release.
“Herb, you’re supposed to be looking not bringing the girl off!” Felicia cautioned but Herb was enjoying the sensations as she squeezed his fingers, he unbuttoned his fly and started to stroke his half erect four inch penis with his free hand.
Caroline’s sensations built to a crescendo, shame, humiliation and physical stimulation combined with lack of oxygen made the purple mist deepen to an impenetrable fog as which blanketed Caroline’s consciousness until as she reached the seminal point of orgasm and just when she needed a spurting cock to send her to heaven she instead lapsed into unconsciousness.
“My god the bitch has died on me, I’m out of here,” Herb declared as he recoiled away from Caroline and desperately stuffed his still erect penis back into his black motorcycle leathers.
“Oh god Frank” Felicia squealed, “she’s collapsed.” She rushed forward as Herb hitched up his zipper.
“She only fainted, I can feel her heart,” Frank explained, as he reached up to feel her pulse through her vagina.
“Well get your fingers out of her and give me a hand,” Felicia demanded as Herb rushed from the room, but Caroline had slipped into the land of dreams, a Minotaur was raping her, then a Griffon swept her up and flew her to it’s lair on the fiftieth floor of the Conoco building.
“Get her down,” Frank insisted as he pulled Caroline’s ball gag from her mouth and lifted the loading flaps up into position before he grabbed the pole and pulled it from its hole in the display trolley and up, and out of her corset, “Hold her,” he ordered as the pole came clear and as he threw it down behind the trolley to clatter across the floor Frank grabbed Caroline from Felicia’s grasp and swung her gently down to lay her on the floor. “Lets get the corset off her and put her to bed.” Frank ordered.
“If you’re sure.” Felicia agreed and she started ripping at the laces in Caroline’s Corset until she could remove it.
Frank lifted Caroline easily and carried her away down the corridor, away from the Dungeon, and up in the service lift and back to her bedroom where he laid her tenderly on her bed before removing her handcuffs and the manacles and chains from her ankles to leave only her bum plug as evidence of what had happened, before he finally pulled the duvet over her naked form as she lay peacefully.
“Her breathing’s steady,” Frank observed, “Let’s let her sleep.”
Felicia pulled Caroline’s earplugs out but left the blindfold to help her sleep, then she selected one of the books from the small bedside table and she sat down on the couch to wait for Caroline to wake, “Ask Sarah to bring my Laptop would you Frank” she asked.
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“I’m alive!” Caroline screamed, as she finally woke with a start.
“Of course you’re alive, what would you like for breakfast?” Felicia asked.
Caroline was completely stunned at the sound of what could only be Felicia’s voice, she reasoned she was somewhere remote, so she answered “Oh smoked salmon!” sarcastically.
“If you wish, Cornflakes is perhaps more usual or toast?” Felicia explained, “I’ll ask cook if there is there any smoked salmon left.” Felicia paused, “is that what you want Caroline?”
“Where am I?” Caroline asked, before she realised her hands were free and struggled to loosen and remove her blindfold.
“Well where do you think you are?” Felicia asked enquired.
“How the hell should I know, Bethesda, the holding facility?” Caroline answered “I travelled miles on Oh!” Caroline blinked repeatedly in the harsh light as she pulled the blindfold away, she tried to take in the scene, and finally she realised she was in her own room, the guest room at Felicia’s Castle.
“What on earth?” Caroline exclaimed, “I travelled miles in that lorry, was it just in a circle?” she threw the duvet off herself and swung her legs off the bed.
“I’ll tell you later but first breakfast,” Felicia answered, “or perhaps an early lunch but first a bath.”
“I was terrified,” Caroline squealed, “I went through hell last night!”
“Caroline, have you become some kind of exhibitionist?” Felicia asked, “Or will you be dressing for breakfast?”
Caroline squealed as she realised she wasn’t wearing her night dress and grabbed a pillow from the bed to hide her nakedness as she sprinted for the bathroom and slammed the door. After a few moments Felicia heard water running.
Felicia knocked on the bathroom door and walked in, Caroline was in the shower, “It was only role play!” she explained. “You never left the building, we have a simulator,” Felicia explained, “Frank’s very proud of the simulator, it cost hundreds of thousands of pounds originally but he bought it for eight hundred pounds and did it up and computerised it to simulated lorry rides, or ocean liners or canal barges or anything jarring or vibrating.” Felicia explained.
“So I never actually went anywhere?” Caroline asked incredulously..
“Frank carried you from the dungeon.” Felicia suggested, “anyway have a nice soak, I’ll get you some breakfast.”
“Ugh, yes, what happened to me?” Caroline demanded.
“Subby role play,” Felicia replied, “Did you like it, only Cook wants to know when you’ll take Breakfast.
“But the lorry, the cage?” Caroline demanded.
“Sometimes unscrupulous dealers transport girls spread-eagled in a foot high cage, unable to even turn their head,” Felicia explained, “educated girls, girls from Russia, seeking a better life or from Islamic nations, maybe escaping being stoned to death for being raped.”
“Oh!” Caroline exclaimed, “Look just let me go, I’ll pay the fifty thousand.” She pleaded.
“Don’t be silly, you can go now if you wish” Felicia insisted.
“But have some breakfast first” Felicia ordered as Sarah knocked and walked in,
“And get dressed.”
Caroline was shaking as she stepped down from the shower, Felicia sympathised, “Would a collar help?”
“What?” Caroline exclaimed.
“Some slaves feel comforted by their collars,” Sarah explained, “I wonder if you would like to try one?”
“I would rather have a stiff brandy,” Caroline suggested.
“Just try a collar Caroline,” Felicia suggested, “Sarah get the black velvet and mother of pearl please.” Sarah turned towards the dressing table and pulled out the middle drawer.
Caroline, looked at the others, “Why don’t you go away and let me get dressed?” she asked, but Sarah had already found the collar and held it for Caroline to see, a wide soft black band with a large oval mother of pearl brooch bearing a silver motif.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Felicia said, “It’s symbolic but you can wear it virtually anywhere.”
Sarah looped it around Caroline’s neck and carefully adjusted it for a perfect fit.
“How do you feel?” Felicia asked.
“It feels odd.” Caroline said and catching sight of it in the mirror she said, “But it’s gorgeous!”
“Does it feel right?” Felicia asked again. “Does it feel natural?”
“No it’s strange,” Caroline continued, “Sort of comforting, somehow.”
“It’s just a symbol of your acceptance of my control,” Felicia explained, “it allows you to blame me for anything that happens, do you see?”
“So phsycologically,” Caroline started to ask but Sarah added,
“Collar and cuffs suggests helplessness and dependence I expect you will wish your slave to be collared and cuffed so you really should experience it yourself for a little while.”
“Yes, exactly, we’ll just use the soft handcuffs, I think Sarah,” Felicia suggested, “Hands behind your back Caroline, if you want to play.”
“No way,” Caroline retorted, “There is no way I will ever let you two trick me again.” Caroline insisted, “And let me finish my bath and get dressed can’t you?”
“But Caroline you loved it1” Felicia reminded her. “And you still have the bum plug in don’t you.” She pointed out, “You really would benefit from some more submissive experience.”
“No” Caroline insisted, “Please get out, give me some privacy please,” she said agitatedly.
“We understand,” Felicia explained, “We’ll speak later perhaps?” she added as she ushered Sarah out of the Bathroom, Sarah went to the kitchen while Felicia returned to the bedroom to wait for Caroline to finish bathing. “Number two’s?” Felicia suggested and they both giggled.
“It was horrible” Caroline said to Felicia when she returned to the room some minutes later, “The way you stretched my and prodded me.”
“That was Frank and Herbert Morton” Felicia announced, “Herb’s harmless enough, bit of a timewaster though.”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Caroline gasped as the hair on the back of her neck prickled in embarrassment.
“No honestly.” Felicia replied, as she noted Caroline’s obvious discomfort.
“Oh my god no, surely not, not a stranger!” Caroline gasped in amazement.
“Oh yes, he offered three thousand pounds for you.” Felicia chuckled, “And how you squirmed as he fingered you!”
“No! please!” Caroline demurred, “It’s not true, surely?”
Felicia nodded, “It is, but imagine how much worse it would be if he had penetrated you, instead of wanking you with his left hand and wanking himself with his right!”
“Oh god, I suppose that’s what happens.” Caroline agreed, “But he offered money for me like I was for sale?”
“He just window shops,” Felicia explained, “he takes a slave for a week or month then returns her, You’re too old for him and he only came to see Frank’s simulator, but it gave you a sense of what a slave will feel when you examine her, didn’t it?”
“I suppose so” Caroline agreed.
“And you liked it didn’t you?” Felicia suggested.
“No way,” Caroline exclaimed.
“Caroline you were leaking like a tap,” Felicia explained, “ your juices were actually dripping and Frank thought you would make his precious trolley go rusty, now don’t pretend you weren’t excited.”
“Ok, yes I was, so what?” Caroline agreed.
“More excited than you have ever been before?” Felicia probed.
“Yes, Ok yes, maybe I was, so what?” Caroline asked again.
“Then surely you want to move to the next level?” Felicia asked.
“No, look this is just a part of my life, I need to be back at my desk at nine on Monday, I’m not some unemployed slut that can laze around all day.” Caroline explained.
“No, I understand, it’s quite normal Caroline, look I guarantee you will be back in London by Midnight, one a.m. Monday at the latest, now what do you say?”
“At my desk, Monday morning, dressed normally, no handcuffs,” Caroline demanded.
“Guides honour,” laughed Felicia, “so you’ll try the next level?” she asked, “Nothing dangerous, condoms, all that, no drugs, I promise.”
“I don’t know,” Caroline demurred, “I want something to eat first,”
“Well, you really do need to do this before I trust you with a sub of your own,” Felicia insisted and started to explain.
“It’s about trust, there must be trust between slave and Mistress, the slave needs security,” Felicia explained, “you cannot simply uproot a slave, sell her or indeed him on to a third party without their knowledge for instance, or remove him or her to a different location, you saw how frightening it can be, it was the uncertainty not the discomfort that was the overriding concern was it not?”
“I suppose so” Caroline agreed.
“Then I suggest we carry on the role play, ok?” Felicia tried again.
“Just a little longer then,” Caroline agreed.
“So collar and cuffs and then breakfast ok?” Felicia asked and Caroline nodded and turned to allow Sarah to cuff her hands behind her.
“Oh” Caroline asked, “What was the alarm that sounded earlier?”
“A wee sensor,” Sarah told her, “It shows when the slave has reached her limits.”
“Ah,” agreed Caroline, “I see.”
“Not to worry,” Felicia ordered, “now step through your hands and you can have a late breakfast, cereals and fruit juice, I think Smoked Salmon is hardly a breakfast is it? and afterwards you can do some cleaning.”
Caroline sat at the table, naked although she didn’t feel naked with the collar, she felt strangely secure. It’s not easy eating Cornflakes with your hands cuffed together as Caroline soon found, but she persevered,
“I found you some shoes, you look silly in those slippers!” Felicia announced as she placed some little four inch heeled black skeletal platforms with straps reaching above the ankles on the table as Caroline finished her cereals.
“I’ll never walk in those!” Caroline said, but Felicia helped her put them on and after a few uncertain steps around the kitchen Caroline soon lost her fear.
Felicia smiled, “See its easy, now take this feather duster and cloth and start to clean the drawing room,” Felicia ordered, “Unless you want to start in the yard, but it’s cold out there.
“No, it’s all right.” Caroline agreed, “I like cleaning.”
Caroline liked cleaning because it gave her the chance to examine things, the pictures which appeared to be in oils by well known artists, she never gave a thought to what a total cock tease she was as she bent over naked except her bum plug as she wiped a spot of wet from the polished floor, or how her breasts jutted proudly as she reached for some embryo cobweb with the feather duster, later she even used the vacuum cleaner, revelling in its cold metal casing tingling against her naked body as she worked.
Felicia checked how Caroline was getting on, then she checked that Sarah had prepared lunch and then finally she checked on Frank, who was fiddling with his simulator, “Got a weeping seal on number four ram.” He complained, “It’s a big job to change the seal.”
“Get Ianto to do it, or just swap the ram.” Felicia suggested, “Give you an excuse to have a few pints in the “Railway” just don’t drive home afterwards!”
“Felicia!” he exclaimed as if wounded by her aspersions.
“And don’t screw that bloody barmaid, do you hear!” she concluded, “Because you have baby making duties to attend to.”
Felicia went to seduce Frank there and the but the sight of red hydraulic fluid all over his hands made her decide the matter could wait.
Caroline heard Felicia talking and walked down the wood panelled corridor to ask her what she should do next but then she stopped in uncertainty when she saw Frank and Felicia beside a curious machine in animated conversation.
Felicia looked up as Caroline approached the simulator “His simulator is broken,” Felicia explained.
“It’s only a weeping seal, cost millions it did,” Frank said, “when it was built for the B M C to test suspension parts back when they built cars,”
“Caroline’s not interested,” Felicia explained.
“It’s huge, what’s it doing here?” Caroline asked.
“Ah see Ianto found it all rusty in a Swansea scrap yard, only cost eight hundred quid it did, bargain!” Frank wiped his hands on an oily rag, “Do you want to see it work?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” said Caroline but it was too late.
“Hop up on it and Frank will give you the ride of your life!” Felicia joked, and as Caroline’s curiosity got the better of her she climbed up onto the six foot by four foot platform between the gunmetal hydraulic rams with their gleaming shafts which held the platform some two feet or so above the floor.
The warning lights glowed on the panel as Frank powered up the system and the big hydraulic pump started to run, “Had to put it outside, the motor, we run the pipes through under the floor see” Frank explained.
“Just demonstrate it Frank,” Felicia suggested, “no need for a complete blow by blow account of it’s history.”
“Just sit a second.” Frank ordered,” there’s only nine foot to the ceiling and you’re quite a tall girl,” then as Caroline sat down the platform vibrated like a lorry starting up and jerked, like a lorry setting off, “Remember last night,” said Frank, “I just select Bedford to Bethesda 3 on the console and.”
“Frank, she isn’t interested.” Felicia repeated.
“It’s computerised then is it.” Caroline asked through the vibration as the bed seemingly wobbled and shuddered down the castle drive, the front end now tilted steeply downwards like the slope to the tarmac road.
“Yes Caroline, now do you want to see the ocean wave ride or do you want to see the Rabbit mode?” Felicia asked.
“Only I have to put you in the cage for the ocean,” Frank said, “Fix it down too,” he said pointing to a cage already swinging from an overhead gantry.
Caroline remembered swinging from the gantry in the cage.
“Rabbit sounds intriguing,” Caroline agreed.
“Take this and click it into one of the holes with a red ring round it.” Felicia suggested as she took a seven inch pink rubberised dildo with a strange metal fitting on the end from a locker beside the simulator and handed it to Caroline, “Lube?” she asked.
“Yes please,” Caroline requested, and Felicia squirted a glob of red lube from a large dispenser, onto the dildo.
“Try one of the middle holes ” Felicia suggested.
Caroline clicked the dildo into place and looked at it.
“Just sit on it!” Frank suggested, “But you’re only getting a taster because it makes the seals leak.”
“Shut up and get on with it Frank,” Felicia suggested.
Caroline looked around, she could not believe she was going to sink down on a seven inch rubber cock while a Welshman and his wife looked on, but her curiosity won the day and she pried her lower lips apart and started to sink down on the dildo.
Caroline gasped, the dildo was cold, she steadied herself and went to sink further when Felicia gave Frank a thumbs up signal, three or maybe four inches were inside her, three inches to go when the platform suddenly burst into life jumping up and back down around six inches, fairly slowly at first but rapidly increasing to around three times a second, a hundred and fifty or more times a minute.
“Aaagghhh oh my God.” Caroline exclaimed, “oh my god,”
“Bloody seals leaking again, Ianto,” Frank announced, as he saw his friend open the door.
“Yes Indeed,” said Ianto as he stepped into the cellar, “It’s the quick reversals, see, plays havoc with the lips of the seals.” He continued seemingly oblivious to Caroline bouncing furiously, or rather being bounced furiously, by the leaping and twisting platform, “I think we better fit the spare ram for now, shouldn’t take more than an hour when she’s finished enjoying herself.” he said as he pointed at Caroline for emphasis.
Caroline would have blushed if she hadn’t been quite so overwhelmed with the pounding she was experiencing, she knew the machine had ripped her insides to shreds but it felt so good that she really didn’t care, suddenly a siren blared and red lights flashed as the system powered down.
“Low fluid on four.” Ianto announced as he rubbed his greying beard with his greying hand.
“What about me?” Caroline moaned,
“Here,” Ianto said handing Caroline a wooden handle, “Click this onto that cock thing and do it the stone age way,” he laughed.
Caroline found she could remove the dildo as the platform stopped and as Ianto suggested she fitted the wooden handle and stood watching Frank and Ianto as she gently wanked herself.
“Caroline,” Felicia said quietly, “If I told you yesterday that you would be standing her naked and wanking yourself with a seven inch dildo while watching a sixty year welsh engineer mending a Hydraulic ram, would you have believed me?”
Caroline blushed, “Oh I suppose not but can you fix it?”
“Not quickly,” Ianto said thoughtfully, “We got to change the ram.”
“Oh hell!” said Caroline, “I rather liked that!” She sighed.
“Felicia keeps using that rapid program,” Frank complained, “ that’s what wrecks the seals, maybe after tea, eh” Frank thought for a second or two and then he suggested, “Why not go and see the display shelf.”
“Yes,” said Felicia, “come and see.”
Caroline followed Felicia, tottering unsteadily on her high heels, her cuffed hands clinging firmly to the dildo handle she waddled bow legged but happy from the room.
“You saw the cage dungeon and the display trolley,” Felicia explained, “So I’ll show you the display shelf next, it’s by the cages, follow me.”
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The shelf was just that, a shelf, maybe three feet from the floor and seven inches wide running along the side of a vertical wall in a tunnel apparently cut from the rock, but there were four vertical poles each with the rock chiselled away to form an alcove maybe a nine inches deep behind it, Caroline realised immediately what they were for.
“You just climb the steps,” Felicia said, “You can’t do it on your own while cuffed so I’ll release you and you can skip a few stages and do the advanced display, would you like that?”
“I really don’t know!” Caroline suggested, “that machine, wow,” she said as Felicia removed her handcuffs.
“Just step up the steps and wrap this belt around your waist and then,” Felicia paused while Caroline tightened the belt around herself and the pole, “No face outwards with the pole behind you, like the display trolley,” Felicia snapped in exasperation, and then sink down and fasten the ankle belt,” and again she paused while Caroline fastened the belt around her ankles and the shiny metal pole.
“Now what?” Caroline asked.
“Display!” Felicia smiled, “No cuffs no blindfold nothing but you, you simply just sell yourself.
“You’re kidding, I can’t do that!” Caroline insisted, but she shivered with excitement at the prospect.
“Caroline, you are sitting there wanking yourself with a dildo,” Felicia exclaimed, “so I’m sure you can manage to smile sweetly and spread your legs when a customer walks in!”
“I ugh um,” Caroline muttered.
“But lets get you washed and preened and have Sarah do your make up, shall we?” Felicia suggested, “Then perhaps when they boys have fixed the machine you can have another go!”
Caroline put the dildo aside, undid the belts and climbed from the shelf, she looked at the strange lopsided roof to the cellar, sort of a half curve with one vertical wall, before she followed Felicia away to Sarah’s room.
“We have nearly an hour before Sam Jenner comes round,” Felicia suggested, ”So
let’s make it seem real shall we?”
To be Continued
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