Irontown 1: Student Maids by Adriana Arden Read Free Book Online

coagulant inside you. They seal the sides of the fistulas so you can be ringed and used right away. There’ll be a few drops of blood but not much. The sheath dissolves when you’re healed. Now you bite down as hard as you like on your bit because this is going to hurt a little…’
    Mel shrieked as the cold steel lanced through her nipple while hot tears filled her eyes. As if in sympathy her left nipple pulsed with blood so hard it hurt.
    Bradawl deftly slid the end of the padlock ring back through the tiny passage as the bodkin withdrew and clicked it shut. The padlock hung from her burning nipple against her trembling breast. By the time he had repeated the process for Mel’s left nipple she was crying steadily. A little blood leaked from the incisions that he quickly swabbed up.
    He used a curved needle for the thick flesh of her outer labia, aligning it with the holes he had bored through her shiny pink inner lips just above the mouth of her vaginal passage. Mel shrieked and strained so hard the couch shook but Bradawl took no notice. The ring padlocks threaded through her nether lips were a little larger than those in her nipples. They glinted against the flushed pink of her abused vulva like the handles of doors on the entrance to her interior.
    Bradawl dabbed away a few last drops of blood and then stood back to admire Mel’s trembling body in which flesh and steel were now inextricably joined.
    ‘You look fine,’ he assured her.
    By now Mel was so exhausted from repeated highs of shock, pain and fear that she simply wanted to crawl into a warm dark hole, curl up and sleep and find when she woke that this had all been a terrible dream. However, the Headmaster was not finished with her yet.
    He measured Mel’s ankles and wrists and then from a cabinet of restraints selected two pairs of steel cuffs with convex sides, hinged in half, with inner lining of black rubber. Recesses had been cut in the middle of the outside face of each half. Across one recess was welded a curved bar about which a shackle could be locked. From the other recess protruded a sprung bolt snap hook, such as might be used to secure a dog leash.
    Freeing her wrist and ankle straps, Bradawl snapped the cuffs in place, locking them with slender keys. They felt very heavy. The snap hooks were now set facing each other on the inside of the cuffs.
    Bradawl brought her wrists together in front of her so that the cuffs clicked together and then he twisted. The bolt snaps engaged, securing her wrists. ‘One way locking,’ he said. Taking a slender key hanging on a belt chain he inserted it in a small hole in the side of one of the cuffs. The bolt withdrew and he pulled them apart. He made the same test on her ankles. Now she could be cuffed at any time according to the whim of those around her, or else secured to some other chain.
    ‘A common key,’ he said, holding it up for Mel to see. ‘Everybody in Shackleswell carries them.’
    He put a tape measure round Mel’s neck and then selected a steel hoop collar, also rubber lined. It was hinged at the back and had a ring the size of those in her labia hanging from the front. Like the cuffs, smaller semicircles of thinner rod were welded across recesses cut out of the sides while the rear hinge pin had been formed into a vertical “D” ring.
    Bradawl worked over it for a few moments at the bench with a small power tool and then came back to Mel. She saw: SPRING 157 had been engraved along its outer sides. He freed her head from the vice and snapped the collar shut about her neck. It felt cold and heavy.
    From a box he brought out what looked like the knot and tail of a pink and grey-striped school tie without a collar loop.
    ‘This is the Gryndstone school tie,’ he told her. ‘The colours represent iron and flesh. Wear it with pride.’
    The large pre-formed knot slid over her front collar ring so that it protruded out from under it and hung over the tail of the tie. Popstuds secured the