New Order, New Opportunity Pt. 04

Chapter 10 : Service With A Smile

James struggled to sit up, trying to make sense of his situation.

Across the room, silhouetted in the light of the doorway the women that had brought him here were talking to a thin, short man. He showed every conventional respect to the women; nodding and barely speaking as they made their points forcibly, gesticulating and using a commanding tone.

"You will put this one with the others," the one that had snatched him said.

"But my client, Mistress...

"Whose client?"

"Yours, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

"So, you will do as requested?"

"Yes, Mistress."

James's two captors strutted off. The man approached James who was still attempting to free himself from his bonds. "I can't free you," the man said. "I have to take you below." Unable to reply, James could do little more than shrug resignedly. The man cut through the tape around James' knees and ankles and helped him to his feet. "This way, please," he said, with a politeness that James found disturbing.

The way led down a short spiral staircase to a corridor with three heavy looking wooden doors on either side and another straight ahead of them at the end. The first side door was opened and James was shown inside. The man took a heavy collar that was chained to the wall and fitted it around James' neck. Only then did he slice through the tape that held James' wrists.

Before James could remove the tape from across his mouth, the man had gone, locking the door behind him. It was only then that James realised that he was not alone. "That was Nevin," a voice from the other corner of the room said.. "He does what he can for us." Startled, James turned around. Another man sat curled up against the wall, chained by the neck like himself.

James pulled the tape from his mouth. "Us?" he said to the man. "How many of 'us' are there and why are we here?" James' question went unanswered as Nevin returned, unfastened the other man's chain from the wall and led him wordlessly from the room.

It was an hour before anyone returned. This time Nevin brought food; two bowls of a simple rice in a dish with wooden scoop shaped spoons. Moments later the other man was brought back and shackled to the wall once more. James watched with concern as he slid to the floor beside his bowl. Without speaking he folded himself into a ball and turned his naked back on James, curling himself up around his bowl.

Nevin turned to James. "It will be some time before he speaks." James didn't get the chance to ask why. "He's been with the women. Come, you must learn something of it too." Nevin reached down and unfastened James' chain from the wall. As James got up with trepidation to follow Nevin the other man rolled over and James caught sight of his cock; swollen, reddened, sore and rigidly erect. For the first time James had some inkling of what was happening.

"Prick sex," thought James. "They're serving prick-sex."

It had been something of joke in the coffee bars with his work mates. The prick-seizers they were called; almost mythical women that broke all the rules and sought out sex with men in ways that no one dared any more. They wanted penetrative sex with men on the serving end; vaginal sex and anal sex with cocks; fellatio; even hand-on-prick sex. It wasn't actually illegal but it was disapproved of by New Order party members and most of society, these days. In some cases, or so they said, women actually took a subservient or submissive role; a contradiction of everything that New Order stood for.

Most men thought the whole thing was some sort of pornographer's fantasy. A few believed that some women might possibly be that perverse but that few if any actually translated such deviant thoughts into actions. James found himself beside the end door of the corridor as Nevin passed his chain to a black clad woman. She first of all shackled his wrists behind his back then fastened a mouth filling rubber ball in place gagging him. "Come on," she said you're in for a treat." Somehow James wasn't so sure.

James found himself led into a barely lit room. In the centre was a thick wooden pillar. His escort fastened his wrists to it and then buckled a heavy strap around his throat and the pillar so that he could hardly move. He became aware that there were, in the shadows, three or four women were sitting staring at him. Slow pulsing music echoed from a speaker hidden away in the ceiling. The smell of incense filled the gloom. None of the women spoke but one, more eager than the others stepped forward and grasped James by his swollen member. She whinnied with pleasure as his cock stiffened further in response to her touch and slid spike nailed fingers around the base of his prick and round under his balls. James stretched up and back against the post, the choking sensation of the strap around his throat competing with the stuffing silencing of the gag in his mouth. The woman slipped to her knees and gestured to one of her companions to join her.

With the strap around his throat, James could not drop his gaze to see what was being done, or who was doing it but he could feel the mouths, the hands, the finger nails, on his cock and balls. As the music throbbed, one of the women fastened a length of black velvet across his eyes. One woman, then another, then another, took his cock between her thighs, each in turn taking only a few short strokes in her cunt as though she were savouring a fine wine or a delicious morsel of gourmet food. The torment went on; the women evidently skilled in maintaining a man's erection to provide the whole group with pleasure indefinitely prolonged, until James felt his organ would be struck rigid permanently.

He had no idea how long it went on, mouth, cunt, fingers, hands; one woman after the other, as he stretched against the pillar.

But then it stopped. The music faded, the warmth in the room gave way to a chill as a rustle of clothes announced the departure of the women while James stood still blindfolded, strapped and locked to the pillar, his cock throbbing and still unspent.

It was the first of many such experiences.

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Tanya, Anne Tenant and Florence Daniels lay back on couches in the basement room of the Fetter Lane house. Tanya's proposition of an evening here had been willingly received by the Minister as had the idea that they should use the attendants without blindfolds. It meant that they in their turn had to cover their faces but, as Tanya said, "a small inconvenience for being able to see the looks in their eyes." They sat waiting for the entertainment, sprawled out, their eyes masked, veils draping from the masks to cover the lower half of their faces. They had elected to take one attendant each.

While they waited for their attendants to arrive, Anne and Florence chatted. Tanya watched with satisfaction. This was exactly what she needed; getting her boss in front of the minister again could only improve their opportunity for further business.

"I would have thought that a member of the government and a New Order party member could arrange almost anything they wanted."

"Oh, this sort of thing is hardly very New Order! I'm afraid this would earn me no points with the party faithful or some of my more puritanical sisters in the cabinet. I've never been a fundamentalist though, I'm afraid," she confided. "I'm too fond of my own pleasure. Even if I can't condone it for the population at large."

"I'm surprised the Party get so excited about it."

"I know what you mean. But there is always the risk of backsliding, of failing to carry through the agenda because of insufficient coherence in the message. People need a simple appeal to simple values."

"But the camps? Surely you'd find ample opportunity there?"

She shook her head. "They are brutal places. I'm sure there are government members who would enjoy what they could offer but I prefer, let's say, more comfortable surroundings. And ones with fewer CCTV cameras and less New Order zealots."

"Members of the Detention Service aren't keen on prick-sex then?"

Florence laughed. "You could say that. Your device attracted a great deal of interest in the Service. In fact I wondered if you could make some more units available for a pilot?" Florence thought back to the amusement that a group of senior Detention Service staff had got from an hour tormenting Anne's demonstrator.

"That's not easy Minister. We do have some domestic units but they wouldn't be suitable for what you need. The professional units - more robust housing, better locks, encrypted data transfer, anti-tamper electronics - are in our R&D operation but we have to hand manufacture them..."

"But if the pilot were appropriately funded?"

"Well, of course, Minister, we always welcome opportunities for early deployment."

Tanya said nothing. This was exactly what she had hoped to be able to engineer. A project that ended up rolling out the heavy duty professional chastity control units across the detention service would meet her targets for the next year. And, if they were in the driving seat for a pilot, they'd be able to set the agenda for the inevitable and tedious tendering process. The sales expense that she'd invested in the demonstrator was already proving its worth.

The arrival of Nevin with three attendants in tow was another investment that she expected to pay off. Yes, it would help to cement the relationship between Anne and the Minister but she was pretty sure that Anne was going to enjoy it too and that should earn Tanya a few points.

Three fettered men were brought into the room by Nevin.

"The look in their eyes," thought Anne Tenant, "desolation, emptiness and despair!" It didn't stop her though, taking James by grasping his cock and drawing him towards her couch while Tanya and the Minister did similarly with theirs.

For James it was just another encounter, the mascara fringed brown eyes behind the black velvet of the mask and the faintly visible features of the face behind the veil held no interest for him, though the eyes sparkled with desire and expectation and he thought he saw the woman's tongue flick across her lips. The woman's breasts were naked and firm and offered the promise of a comfort he did not expect to receive. Her belly and sex were exposed by the drape of her clothes so that she was ready to take him without encumbrance once she had decided on the time. The woman pointed to the couch, instructing him to lay back. She knelt across him, her backside towards his face, as she slid herself down his body before pushing aside her veil to allow her mouth and tongue access to his cock.

It was two hours or more before James was sent back to his cell.

Nevin took his chain and led James towards the room. Nevin had seen the same thing many times; the empty look in the eyes; the drool from the mouth around the gag; the bruised and still swollen penis. This time it was as ever before. Nevin wondered how much longer James would be able to stand it before he started to crave the alcohol or the drugs that might give his mind some respite from his day to day life.

Chapter 11 : The Dangers of Resurgent Males

Constable Margery Dennis scowled at the mess in the room. The woman sobbing beside her was distraught; her house ransacked; the man she thought was hers, and locked in chastity to her, gone.

It was a common enough occurrence, Margery knew. The woman had thought she could keep a man with only the most rudimentary security. Too often it ended like this. She looked at the cage he had been kept in. It should have been strong enough but it obviously hadn't been. He had burst out of it somehow, probably bracing his back against the top, pushing against it until the framework had given way and the bars had sprung from their mounts.

That had been the start. Once he had freed himself from the cage, he'd cut his chastity belt from himself; not without wounding himself if the blood on the floor was anything to go by. Then he had gone looking for money or anything else that would help him to get away.

Margery felt the woman should be grateful. If she'd come home before the man had run off she could have been assaulted. It just went to show that they couldn't trusted. She and Valerie would have to think again about the arrangements they were making for Barry.

The woman had no idea where the man might have gone to; she had never imagined that he would do anything like this, couldn't guess what might have brought this on as he had always seemed so content with his lot.

Margery had her own ideas. But then she'd found the small leaflet stuffed behind a radiator in the man's room. The leaflet carried a male symbol reasserting itself; the female symbol inverted from the way it was used by New Order. It called on men to take a stand against New Order. To break free of their chains, to abscond from their sponsors. CID would find it useful. It carried an address, She would be surprised if the man didn't try to go there. After all there weren't many places for a man on the run. Some people thought that the whole business of dissident groups was being whipped up by the media but then you saw something like this. She looked down in distaste at the broken and abandoned chastity belt. The woman had done the right thing keeping him in one, Margery felt. It wasn't the law or anything but most of her colleagues felt the only safe male was one with his dick in a cage. In this case even that hadn't been good enough. When he was taken back into custody he'd be wearing something a lot more secure for the foreseeable future, but that was down to CID.

All Margery could do was to try to calm the distressed woman until a scene of crime officer could go over the place. The anxiety that the man's actions had caused made her angry. She remembered Barry's smug "Have a good day" as she had pulled on her uniform jacket that morning. As she thought about it her eyes narrowed, it was about time that Barry was reminded of just how the world worked. Valerie wouldn't be back until late. Just one smart arsed remark when Margery got home would be all that he would need to earn a good thrashing.

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Nevin appeared in James's cell with an apologetic air. "It's a difficult one today," he said. "Come with me."

James followed him down the corridor. Nevin didn't use the shackles, the combination of alcohol and the disorientating effects of the continued sexual abuse had numbed him so that they no longer feared any attempt to escape.

"You need to get dressed for this one," James looked at him puzzled. Nevin pointed to a pile of clothing on the table Putting it on was quite a novelty for James; he seemed to have spent almost all of his time naked. It wasn't anything special just a pair of black jeans, a black tee shirt and a pair of black trainers and gloves. Finally Nevin passed him what James thought at first was another hood. It was only as he pulled it on that he realised it was a ski mask.

"Right," said Nevin. "Through that door is a lady that's paid for some very special treatment. There's three of you altogether. You'll be doing the prick sex, understand?"

James nodded, his member was already stiffening. It was almost becoming an aphrodisiac; coming down here. The drugs were mostly responsible, of course, but the trigger for arousal was no longer the woman; it was standing outside this door in the knowledge that his prick was going to be put to use.

"So, take your lead from them, Remember she's paying for this. Understand?"

James nodded again as Nevin waved him through the door. This time the room was sparsely furnished. A single chair stood beside an old iron bedstead. A soiled mattress was the bedstead's only covering. James wondered what on earth was going on.

"Bring her in here," a man's voice snarled in the corridor. The door burst open and two men masked and dressed as James was, pushed a woman into the room.

James, wide eyed behind his mask, saw that she had been tied with thick ropes around her body and gagged with a thick cloth pulled across her mouth. The woman was half thrown down on the mattress. One of the men sat down beside her putting his hand down hard across her gagged mouth. "Keep quiet bitch," he snarled, "and maybe you won't get hurt too much." The other tossed a leather bag to the floor beside the bed.

The woman struggled against his grasp and he cuffed her across the face, knocking her back on the bed as she tried to wriggle free from him. The other man stepped behind her grabbing her bound arms and dragging her to a sitting position. "Let's see what she's got. Maybe we can have some fun with her," he said.

The first man pulled at the woman's dress, ripping it open. She squealed behind her gag, though something told James that it was not a squeal of panic or fear. He grabbed her tits squeezing and pinching at them as the woman seemed to try to break free and then thrust his hand up between her legs and beneath her skirt. A ripping sound accompanied the parting of her skirt seam, exposing her laddered hose and panties torn to reveal a quim surrounded by carefully trimmed pubic hair.

She still tried to break free from the men. The one holding her arms called to James. "Come on," he said, "What this cunt needs is a good fucking. You might as well do her, that'll show her who's boss."

"Take your lead from them," Nevin had said to James, so he guessed he had better do as he had been asked. He said nothing as he unbuckled the belt of his trousers, unzipped his fly and dropped his trousers. The woman's eyes widened at the sight of his engorged cock and she growled, possibly in protest, behind her gag as he advanced towards her. The first man spread the woman's legs as he slid on top of her crushing her back against the soiled mattress. If there had been any doubts about the woman's willingness before, once James found his cock sliding into her soaking cunt, he knew that it was no rape. She was desperate to be fucked, hot and wet, pressing against him and wriggling against the embrace of her ropes as he entered her and thrust backwards and forwards. Whoever she was, she wanted nothing more than to be used and misused by these men, forced to degrade herself and to 'endure' what no woman would be willing to admit desiring in public.

The woman's struggles served to arouse James to the point of orgasm. One of his colleagues seemed to sense that he was close to cumming. "Don't do it in her," he laughed. "She's not worth your cum."

James pulled out just at the moment of ejaculation, spurting his jism across her belly and breasts as she tried to lever herself up from the bed. The men, slapped her back down as James stood up.

"You hold the slut, she can suck me off," the first man said as he jerked at the cloth that filled the woman's mouth.

"Ahh, huh," the woman grunted as the gag came free and the man straddled her face. James held her arms roughly as she lunged towards the man's cock, eagerly swallowing it deep in her mouth. The man fucked her face almost choking her but he too pulled back as he came, covering her face with milky spunk. The woman sighed, lost now, James knew, in whatever pleasure she had been seeking when she had decided to give herself up to her current situation.

"She can't get enough of it!" The other man said. "Let me have her arse."

"Sure, help yourself." The one that had face fucked her, grabbed the woman by her torn dress and wrenched until she her face was pushed down against the mattress. Behind her back her wrists were wrapped tightly in the thick hemp rope. The other man knelt across her back pushing his cock into her bound hands so she could fondle him erect before he pushed her skirt back up over her waist and thrust his dick into her arse.