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

sounds of a school playground. Well, that was logical enough, but who was out there and what were they doing?
    When Bradawl finally emerged leading Bolt on her leash, he was robed and wearing his mortarboard once more. She was fighting back tears and trying to look hard and defiant. However like Mel and Cam she was now shaven, stamped, ringed and cuffed, with a Gryndstone tie hanging between her breasts and schoolgirl socks and shoes on. Following on behind her Miss Trunnion looked flushed and gazed at Bolt in open disapproval.
    ‘At least you look like a Gryndstone girl now,’ Bradawl was saying to Bolt. ‘The rest will come in time. The school is a machine and it will mould and plane and grind you down until you are fit to serve.’
    Mel shuddered.
    ‘Now I’m going to link you three together in what’s called a coffle,’ he said.
    With short lengths of chain Bradawl linked the front of Cam’s collar and the back of Mel’s, then he strung a length from the front of her collar to the back of Bolt’s. However, instead of clipping the last leash length to the front of Bolt’s collar he stooped and clipped the snaplink through her new pussy rings.
    ‘If you had been better behaved this would have been clipped to your collar,’ he told her.
    Bolt growled and kicked out. But his firm hold on the chain brought her up short with a yelp as her brown labial lips were yanked into peaks by their shiny rings.
    Bradawl pulled out his cane. ‘Do you want to know what a thrashing on a freshly ringed vulva feels like?’ he asked her.
    Briefly Bolt’s anger subsided to a simmering resentment. Bradawl freed Mel and Cam from their ceiling chains and took up the leash fastened to Bolt’s pussy rings. He looked them over. ‘Now you’re fit to meet your fellow pupils,’ he declared.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Bradawl led Mel, Bolt and Cam blinking through the green door and into the summer sunlight. The chatter of voices swelled and enveloped them.
    The back walls of the mews terrace formed the bottom end of a high-walled playground of black asphalt, marked out with various games courts in different coloured chalk lines. The green door was one of three that from this side looked as if they might have been converted from old stables or storehouses. At the top of the playground was the back of the school building Mel had seen from the road. It had a couple of wings embracing the top end of the playground.
    The source of the excited voices was also now explained.
    In the playground a few dozen naked, collared, tied and ringed girls, watched over by more black-robed, cane-carrying and cock-flashing teachers were spread out about a court. They were cheering on two teams of six female players, equally naked, who were passing a yellow inflatable ring between them in an effort to throw it over large angled phalluses that took the place of the hoops on netball posts at each end. However, the girls were not using their hands to pass and throw the hoop because they were cuffed behind their backs. The roots of half metre long inflatable phalluses of red or blue plastic had been plugged into their vaginas in some way and secured in place with their labial rings. They jutted at an angle up from their loins where they bobbed and swayed as they moved. They were stabilised to a degree by elastic cords connecting the middle of the shafts to the girls’ nipple rings.
    As they scampered about trying to pass or intercept the ring, breasts and phalluses sometimes bounced in rhythm and sometimes in opposition, jerking on their nipples. With the hoop hanging on her phallus one girl attempted to score. She spread her legs, bent over and then straightened up quickly, flipping the ring off the end of the phallus and sending it over the heads of the defending players. Her breasts were stretching out into points and then snapped back into heaving globes as the tension on the cords was released.
    Both players and spectators seemed oblivious to the