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Chapter 8: Preventative Measures
While my methods depend on sexual stimulation, I needed to take steps to ensure that my two charges would remain virginal until the completion of their training. In any matter related to my work I always like to consult the expert in the particular field. For assistance in this area I had chosen to make use of the services of one Giacomo Baptista.
His arrival at Highgate was a source of reassurance to me. Although at first glance his dark Mediterranean looks suggested that he was not the sort that two virginal girls could be left with safely, he was, on the contrary, the ideal person to help me ensure that the girls remained intact until their weddings.
I am a man with a rational turn of mind and so I have little interest in the fairy tales of supreme beings and everlasting life with which some console themselves. I admire the moral codes that some of the great religions have developed (and despair at their inadequacy in persuading their followers to embrace them) but have never found cause to join in their acts of assembly or rituals. Giacomo Baptista, however, was a representative of a religious order most oppressive in its attitudes to the sexuality of women. So fervent was he in his beliefs that he was easily persuaded to support my own project even though it had no connection to his religious aims. Baptista had been delighted to offer his services in ensuring that Amanda and Estelle preserved their maidenly status.
“Is simple,” he averred on his arrival at Highgate. “We must prevent both the penetration that disrupts and the stimulation that so enrages the senses as to increase the risk that penetration will be encouraged or even,” a look of great distaste crossed his face, “artificially procured. Please bring the young ladies to me.” He opened his case and began to unpack a number of straps, plates and measuring tapes onto the table.
My own views are diametrically opposed to those of Signore Baptista. I share neither his views on the dangers of sexual arousal nor his superstitious attachment to the existence of a supreme being whose favour must be begged for and whose wrath must be avoided. My sole interest was in preventing the penetrative act that would subvert my intentions for the girls. However, his methods suited my methods. As a consequence of the vigour with which he espoused the preservation of virginity, he had become expert in the creation of devices that would achieve just that. It was no mean feat to create a garment that could at one time prevent the penetration of the female sexual parts while allowing the continued function of those natural acts of waste elimination that are an essential part of the body’s daily round. Giacomo Baptista had, however, achieved it, constructing devices that could be worn for a long period of time while being secure and effective in use. I did not intend to explain to him my own theories, since my methods were firmly in contradiction of his views.
As I turned to go he called after me. “The girls. Are they of some religious faith do you know? Have they been shown the way of belief? I would like to speak to them of this if I may.”
“Please,” I said, concerned that Baptista’s persuadings might introduce additional, unpredictable and potentially uncontrollable vectors in my students’ behaviour. “I would rather you did not at this point. They have no opportunity to practice such beliefs while they are here and, since I believe your faith requires to be embraced wholeheartedly, any proposal to expose them to it while denying them the ability to practice it might be seen as unnaturally cruel.”
Baptista pondered my words and nodded. “I see this. You need fear no intervention from me. But please — when their stay here is finished — please then give them the opportunity to embrace my teachings.” I felt able to concur, safe in the knowledge that by the conclusion of their period of behavioural adjustment the last thing they would be inclined to pursue was Baptista’s brand of mumbo jumbo. For now, at least, the Tusker twins would be subject to the combination of Baptista’s restraints and the stimulation that so enrages from the little steam-driven electrostatic machine and its studs.
I was uncertain, and still am, as to whether Giacomo is simply a devout adherent of his faith or whether he holds some position of religious authority. It is hard to tell, you will understand, between the many ranks of the clergy in some of these faiths and the various, orders, societies and associations that the laity often create for themselves. Nevertheless, I knew him to be a skilful artisan and went to fetch the girls with a full expectation that he would solve my problems.
Anticipating some resistance from my charges I brought each from their confinement in turn, secured them with some excellent heavy duty handcuffs and supplemented these with the head harnesses with their heavy leather-padded, panel gags. These seemed to do an excellent job of muffling the girls’ protests. I took them by the arm, Estelle to my left, Amanda to my right and, ignoring their irritating struggles, presented them to Signore Baptista.
The two girls were surprised to see the newcomer. His dark eyes, staring piercingly from beneath thick, dark eyebrows that almost united over the bridge of his nose, seemed to skewer the two girls as they appeared. “So, I see your problem,” Giacomo said. “The risks are great. They must be averted.”
I could tell by the way that the girls reacted to him that Giacomo’s presence disturbed them. Dressed all in black, except for silver tips to his pointed shoes and a silver buckle to his belt, with his shirt buttoned to his neck, his severe appearance contrasted greatly with my own which, I have been told, can seem somewhat louche.
The way in which the girls hung back did not appear to concern Giacomo, however. He went to work with a methodical thoroughness, measuring each in turn, ignoring Estelle’s resistance as he pulled his tape between her legs, overcoming Amanda’s continuous struggles as he attempted to determine the appropriate width to be allowed for between her thighs.
To his credit, I never saw him place a hand anywhere other than was needed for the completion of his work, although, of course, that did give him considerable freedom in the matter of exploring the girls’ intimate regions.
Estelle and Amanda seemed quickly to understand Giacomo’s purpose and his plans were a source of consternation to them. Once he had finished his measuring and began the process of fitting the straps, their distress increased. The heavy shears that he needed to cut the steel-reinforced leather straps no doubt looked, to them, a fearsome implement. As he put in place the rigid panels that provided the required protection, he needed to physically restrain Amanda in order to carry out his will. In the process, she was wrestled to the floor, ending up on her back between Giacomo’s thighs, staring up at him as he clicked in place the securing padlock. Estelle, seeing that little would be gained from resisting the black-clad man, allowed him to complete his work without violence towards her.
Then followed an unusual spectacle. His work complete, Giacomo forced the girls to their knees. Standing between them, he laid his hands, one on each girl’s head. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the sky, muttering some low incantation in his own language. It was, I assumed, some religious tract intended to fortify the girls in the preservation of their chastity or some exhortation to an imagined higher power calling for the power’s assistance in the matter. Whichever it was, I felt considerably more confident in the powers of the steel plates over their pudenda than in Giacomo’s superstitious outpourings. Estelle and Amanda appeared as disturbed to be the subjects of unwanted supplications as they were over the fitting of their belts, which, after all, were simply an extension of the restraints to which they were already becoming used.
His simple service concluded, Giacomo turned to me and passed across the keys to the padlocks that secured the girls’ belts. “These will keep them safe. You were wise to call me. There is great danger in these two. I sense a disturbing current of feeling that will act against your plans. I suggest that you take great care to ensure that they have no opportunity to do any damage to their protection.”
I thanked Giacomo for his work. He replied that it was no more than his duty to prevent young women from being drawn from the path of maidenly virtue by the powers of illicit lust. I looked at the shackled, gagged and helpless sisters, now locked in the belts that covered their sexual parts, and felt some illicit lusts of my own.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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