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

upper end of the knot to her collar. The tie hung between her bare breasts with its point stopping short of her navel.
    ‘Now you’re beginning to look like a proper Gryndstone schoolgirl.’
    Next Bradawl took up a small electronic box with a lead and jack plug that he plugged into a socket in her collar. ‘You’ll learn the proper way to converse with your masters in lesson times but the collar will teach you what is prohibited twenty-four hours a day.’ He pulled the bit from her mouth and held up a small card in front of her. It was printed with a list of two-dozen of the most common and much overused expletives and obscenities. ‘Read them aloud as though you mean them,’ he told her.
    Too fearful to ask why, Mel obeyed. Bradawl had her repeat the list three times then he unplugged the control box. ‘Now try again.’
    ‘Fuc — awww!’
    As she had started to shape the word contacts into the front of the collar protruding through the rubber lining had stung her throat with a short sharp electric shock, causing her larynx clench up and stifling the rest of the expletive.
    ‘There’s a sensor and language chip built into your collar linked to a power cell and capacitor,’ Bradawl explained as she blinked back tears. ‘It’s now programmed to recognise the words on the list as you pronounce them and give you a warning. Before we had to use whips and tongue clamps but after a few weeks in your collar you won’t even think about using those words ever again. Shackleswell girls don’t foul their mouths with bad language. We have better uses for them.’
    Even though she rarely swore, Mel felt the completeness of their control over her had gone up another step. From now on, even when she was able to use her mouth her words would be censored.
    Bradawl had a length of chain in his hand and clipped it to the collar ring. He undid her straps and gave her new leash a tug. ‘Get up, 157.’
    She had no choice but to obey. Choice had been taken from her. Awkwardly Mel climbed down from the couch. She was frightened to bring her thighs together for fear of disturbing the padlock rings, which felt enormous and unnatural as they hung in the throbbing sockets pierced through her flesh. What they would have felt like without the protective sheaths and anaesthetic she could not imagine. As she moved they clinked together faintly. Her nipples pulsed about their own rings that swung with the motion of her breasts. They were standing up harder than she had ever known, almost as though they were proud to display them. Her body was such a traitor to her.
    ‘Head up, feet apart and hands behind your neck, 157,’ Bradawl ordered.
    Mel obeyed. Bradawl circled round her toying with her new rings and stroking the letters and numbers stamped on her body. What must she look like in her neat white socks and school shoes? She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and shivered with every touch, acutely aware of the ring locks hanging free from her pudenda, tugging on her sex lips, the cold weight on her nipples, the absurd tie hanging between her breasts and the hard heavy ring about her neck.
    ‘I think you’ll be a credit to the school,’ he declared.
    He cuffed her wrists behind her back, popped the gag ball back in her mouth and led her out into the office where he hooked her leash up beside Cam’s. Cam flashed Mel a shy glance of commiseration. Bolt jerked against her chain and swayed threateningly.
    Bradawl eyed Bolt thoughtfully. ‘Miss Trunnion, perhaps you would assist me with preparing our last pupil.’
    ‘Certainly, Headmaster,’ Miss Trunnion said.
     
    Bolt was in the Preparation Room for nearly half an hour. Through the door Mel and Cam heard many muffled grunts, squeals of pain and Bradawl’s voice snapping out commands to Miss Trunnion. Clearly Bolt was not cooperating. During the last ten minutes they were also distracted by a rising swell of excited voices from outside the pebbled windows. It reminded Mel of the