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There comes a time in every student’s readjustment when they either regret the consent given at the start of the programme or begin to feel that their experiences with me will continue indefinitely. At such a point it is common for some act of rebellion or defiance to manifest itself.
Both Amanda and Estelle had, to their credit, applied themselves well to their programme of activities and had presented little more than token resistance to the various indignities and impositions that I had heaped upon them. They had submissively accepted the treatment that they had received at the hands of Gordon Beckwith and they had placidly accepted the measures devised by myself, Giacomo Baptista and Madame Genoux. While, no doubt, this was as a result of the fantasies they both entertained prior to my taking them into my charge, it had done much to increase my opinion of at least some members of the younger generation.
Looking back, the point at which the twin’s resistance was aroused was when they realised that it was my firm intention to assign them to a husband without their least involvement.
It was during one of the sessions that I hold each afternoon during which I encourage the girls to talk of matters that are of concern to them.
“When, Sir,” Amanda enquired respectfully from her position kneeling on the floor, hands on head, in the middle of my study, “will we get to meet with our likely suitors?”
Estelle joined in. “Yes, Sir. My sister and I are most anxious to have the chance to see them.”
I anticipated that my reply would not be to their liking. “Why, at the wedding ceremony, of course. There should be no need for any earlier contact. You can rely on your guardian and me to arrange everything quite satisfactorily.”
“Satisfactorily for whom?” Estelle enquired acidly. “For you, I suppose, but what about us? We have the right to meet our proposed husbands. We have the right to satisfy ourselves that they are suitable.”
“Rights?” I responded, knowing that the girls’ remarks were simply symptoms of a deeper lack of acceptance of their circumstances. “I do not believe that in your agreement with me there was any mention of rights. Of duties, yes. Of obligations, yes. But of rights? I think not.”
The girls saw this as an inflammatory response and leapt to their feet to harangue me. Amanda began pummelling at my arm with her fists, screaming that it was not to be as I wished. Estelle was as vocal in her protests, too. It occurred to me for a moment that the two girls might even be attempting to free themselves of their contractual arrangements with me and I was certainly not prepared to countenance that.
Fortunately I always keep close to hand a pair of lockable restraints which can be easily snapped about the wrists of a recalcitrant student. In this case I gripped Amanda cruelly by the hair and span her around by it. Her yelps of pain were even louder than her earlier protestations but they did nothing to prevent me slipping the cuffs first around one wrist then sliding the other around one of the pipes that convey hot water from the boiler in my basement to the cast iron heating ducts around the house. With Amanda securely fixed I could turn my attention to Estelle.
As the more physically developed of the two, Estelle did not present such an easy proposition. More agile than her sister and stronger, she struggled naked in my grasp until I had her pressed face down against the carpet with myself kneeling astride her back wrenching her arms up behind her. “Oww,” she yelped, evidently surprised by the strength and dexterity that I had been able to bring to bear in subduing her. I may have the look of an aesthete but I can still hold a young women’s wrists secure in the grip of my right hand alone and it was with her held, thus, that I dragged her to her feet and took her towards the cellar.
“I won’t go back in the cage,” she yelled defiantly. “Nor will Amanda.”
“You will do as you are told,” I said. “That is our agreement but if you are to behave in this lunatic manner you shall be treated as one.”
Beside the door from my study is a large wooden chest. Here I had access to something that would be of great help. Among the other graduates from the Fritz Freleng College practicing in London is Doctor Aristides Poloi. He specialises in the treatment of deeply disturbed young ladies. He uses, by coincidence, a similar electrostatic generator to that which I employ but arranging it so that shocks are received in the brain itself. I had in passing mentioned that occasionally my students become distressed and he had kindly provided me with two items of restraint that he felt might be of service.
In the face of Amanda’s and Estelle’s rebellion, I determined to use them. They seemed entirely appropriate to the girls’ deranged actions.
Aristides referred to them as restraint coats. They were made of heavy canvas, fastened with straps behind the wearer and with closed sleeves arranged so that the arms were crossed over in front of the body and then strapped tightly, again fastened behind so that the wearer was held quite tightly and securely in their own, well-strapped embrace.
Estelle was so intent on haranguing me with every possible insult and term of abuse that I am not sure she realised what I was doing until I had forced her into the jacket and begun fastening the straps. Once the closed sleeves were wrapped around her body and fastened with their own straps there was little she could do to prevent me tightening the others. With the buckling of the final straps across her throat and between her legs she realised that she was indeed helpless.
Amanda watched in resigned acceptance as I approached her with the jacket that I intended to put upon her. Seeing how easily I had subdued her stronger sister she did nothing to resist and was soon equally helpless in her own restraint coat.
Estelle began screaming. A raw-throated, un-moderated, primal expression of what I took to be frustration with her circumstances was hurled into the room as she attempted to throw herself against the wall of my study. To prevent her from injuring herself, I laid her down on the floor of the study as gently as I could and strapped her ankles together. For Amanda, who had come to kneel beside her sister, I did the same, anxious to pre-empt any similar behaviour. When I had made sure that they were no longer a risk to themselves, I sought to calm them by preventing Estelle’s screams. The application of a solid rubber ball to each girl’s mouth achieved my objective. Estelle became quieter but obviously still angered, while Amanda subsided into a sullen silence.
Estelle’s outburst had been so extreme that I decided to consult with Dr Poloi on the matter. He was kind enough to respond to a telegraphic message and was with me inside an hour. By the time he arrived the girls’ struggles and protests had subsided. They were dusty and streaked with sweat from their rolling on the floor of my study but I had little sympathy. Any dirt that they had picked up in their efforts to escape the embrace of their restraints was only there because of their own inefficiencies at house cleaning.
“Aristides,” I greeted him. “Your talents are needed.” I explained the circumstances of Estelle’s unexpected reaction and showed him the two captive sisters.
“I am sure I can assist,” Aristides responded. He crouched down over the two girls as they lay stretched out in their restraint jackets on the floor of my study and examined each in turn, peering at their eyes, checking their pulses and assessing each girl’s temperature by the means of a hand on the brow. “Can I ask,” he said getting to his feet, “how long the girls have worn these?” He pointed to the belts that Giacomo had devised for them.
“Some three weeks,” I said.
Aristides shook his head. “For young ladies in the early stages of their sexual awakening this is a lifetime. It is no wonder that this hysteria has been provoked.”
“Hysteria?”
“Yes. It is a most common response in my view to the restriction of woman’s natural desire for sexual expression. Without it an accumulation of emotions and negative mental stimuli can give rise to sudden and erratic behaviours that are difficult to predict. You must find ways of providing them with an emotional sexual release.
I explained to him about the use of the stimulator and the difficulties presented by the girls’ virginal status. Aristides seemed sympathetic. “I can see, now, why this matter of their husbands has triggered this. The need to protect them and the use of the stimulator as an alternative to the normal penetrative measure you would have used are seen as related to the problem of being assigned to their planned husbands . We need to find a way of providing emotional sexual release without penetration.”
“That seems a challenge,” I replied.
“Not in the least,” Aristides reacted. “We shall follow the example of your monarch. With the two girls here, there is no reason why they should not provide one another consolation is there?”
“None that I can see,” I agreed. “But I am afraid the allusion to Her Majesty is lost on me.
“Come now,” Aristides replied, “surely you have heard that Her Majesty has championed the rights of those women that choose to enjoy one another sexually?”
“Of course. But I thought this was because she had no cognisance of such behaviour and so could not be prevailed upon to approve legislation against it.”
“The popular view, I believe,” Aristides returned. “My own assessment is that it results from her own enthusiasms for such contact rather than from any denial of its occurrence. I had the good fortune to be asked to consult on the difficulties being experienced by, shall I say, 'a recently married personage within our highest family'. Some of those were, in my judgement, a direct result of the attentions of the poor girl’s mother-in-law.”
I recalled my earlier evaluation of the portfolio of deviance that Harwell had provided in respect of each of the girls. I took Aristides to one side, away from the girls’ hearing. “Estelle, certainly, has such leanings,” I said.
“In which case you should provide her with the opportunity to relieve them,” Aristides advised. “Even if Amanda has no expressed interest in such behaviour it is most unlikely that she would respond negatively to it. Quite the reverse, she will almost certainly find the attentions of her sister welcome at this stage. To be the recipient of affection, the object of desire, these are all needed emotions. You should, however, make it seem an intended part of their training. It is most important that they do not perceive this adaptation in activities as any sign of weakness or of any possibility of subverting their adjustment programme. But you hardly need me to tell you that.”
I shook Aristides by the hand and thanked him for his helpful insights, assuring him that I would put his suggestions to work at the first opportunity. He, in his turn, offered to help me return the girls to their usual accommodation. For once I made the choice of cages for them. Estelle was assigned to the smaller cage where she would have least risk to herself while Amanda was sent to the larger. I turned off the gas to the cellar lamps and left the two of them to sleep and contemplation.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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