Excerpt from: The Girlflesh Bazaar

 

Kim Olsen found the lobby of the Imperial Antiquarian Society (established in 1789 according to its coat of arms) a little intimidating.

It almost seemed out of place, situated as it was on the edge of the London district of Mayfair. Busy Piccadilly Road was only three minutes-walk away, but here all was calm and serene. There were marble pillars, paintings of presumably notable society members and faraway landscapes rendered in romantic styles, classical statues, broken statues, patterned friezes, paintings and some old black and white photographs of oriental temples, pyramids and ziggurats, and ruins of all kinds. The motto: "Seek and Ye shall find," was emblazoned in gold lettering on a carved scroll on the wall.

Amongst all this, uniformed staff went quietly about their business. It felt a little like an exclusive club.

It was all somewhat overwhelming to a twenty-two-year-old who was fresh out of university and embarking upon her first real adult job. She had never imagined doing such a thing, but the Society's online prospectus had caught her eye.

"For the sponsoring of exploration, the recovery of lost antiquities and the dissemination of historical knowledge". That sounded a bit Indiana Jones-ish. Certainly, it suggested more than just stuffy academic work. The Society had outreach and teaching programs, several foreign branches, sponsored travelling exhibitions and was involved in TV documentary work. Accommodation would be provided, all training would be given in house, and no prior experience was necessary. Feeling she had nothing to lose, Kim had applied. She quickly got a skype interview and now, two weeks later, here she was.

'Miss Olsen?' said a rich fruity voice. 'I'm James Aubrey. So nice to meet you in the flesh at last.'

Snapping out of her reverie, Kim sprang to her feet and shook hands with a big, greying, fortyish man with a gravely amused face, who was smartly dressed in a suit and tie. It was her skype interviewer.

'I just wanted to welcome you in person before you settled in,' Aubrey continued. 'Shall we have a few words in my office? Don't worry, your baggage will be taken care of.' He made a sign to the man behind the reception desk. 'George, please see that Miss Olsen's baggage is taken round to the Himalaya.'

'Yes, Mr Aubrey.'

Aubrey guided Kim towards the big sweeping staircase. 'The hotel is only five minutes away. It'll be in your room waiting for you when you get there...'

Aubrey led the way to an office with a big leather topped desk, imposing bookshelves, a large highly detailed map of the world with many coloured pins in it, and more old paintings of far-off lands. There was also a glass fronted cabinet of curios of all shapes and sizes.

He waved Kim into the chair in front of his desk and sat himself behind it.

'Have you told your friends and relations you've arrived here safely?' he asked

Kim was touched by his concern. 'Yes, I've told everybody I'm fine.'

'Good, good! We don't want anybody worrying about you while you get settled in. Now, there's something I want to show you...'

He opened a small wooden casket that was sitting on his desk and took out a translucent red stone about the size of a bar of soap. It was shaped like a lozenge and had silver filaments running through it. Under the light it seemed to glow from within. He set it down on the desk in front of Kim and her eyes widened.

'Do you recall this?'

'Yes, you showed it to me during my interview,' said Kim. 'You said it was one of the most important finds the Society had ever made, but I'd have to work for you to find out why.' She felt an odd thrill pass through her. 'You said it was called a "Godstone".'

Aubrey smiled. 'Yes, I could see how interested you were in it even on a screen. A strong positive response. That was one of the reasons I asked you to join us. Now look at it more closely. Don't touch it, just look...'

Kim stared at the gemstone. The light inside it was amazing. So warm and red and inviting. The sparkling silver threads were little pulses of delight. She felt as if she was floating inside it.

As if from a distance she heard Aubrey ask, 'Can you hear me, Miss Olsen?'

'I can hear you,' she replied faintly.

'We want all our staff to be fit, healthy and presentable, so I need to examine you. To do that you must take your clothes off.'

At that moment it seemed a perfectly reasonable request to Kim. So, she stood up and began to undress. In a minute, her clothes were piled neatly on the corner of Aubrey's desk, while she stood naked before it, quite unconcerned about her exposure, her eyes flicking back to the Godstone.

Aubrey came round from behind the desk and picked up the stone, drawing Kim's gaze with it, and looked her over with approval.

Lin was of mixed Swedish and Korean parentage, which showed in her unusual combination of straight blonde Nordic hair, composed Asian features and olive skin. She had slight epicanthic folds over the inner corners of her deep brown eyes, which were set under dark brows in a bright, intelligent, face with delicately flared nostrils and shapely lips. She was of slender build, which made her shapely but only average-sized conical breasts tipped with prominent dark brown nipples, seem rather larger. Her waist was tight, her navel round, and her hips slim. Her legs were toned from regular exercise, her buttocks soft-skinned but firm underneath, and her vulva was deeply cleft and pouting, capped by a little arrow of dark hairs.

Holding the stone before her eyes to keep her attention, Aubrey stroked her cheeks and flicked her nipples and patted her bottom. Her breath quickened but she did not flinch. As long as she could stare at the stone nothing else mattered.

'You really are a splendid specimen of young womanhood,' Aubrey declared after a minute. 'I'm sure you will serve us well. Now, follow me...'

Meekly, Kim followed him and the stone into an adjacent room.

This was lined with dark wood panels and big glass fronted wooden cabinets and a large tilting mirror. In the middle of the room was an antique gynaecological examination chair set on a rubber mat. It was padded with black leather and gleamed with polished brass work. Leather straps hung about its sides. All this Kim was dimly aware of, even as her eyes remained fixed on the wonderful Godstone.

'Sit down and put your legs in the stirrups,' Aubrey commanded.

Kim obeyed, sitting down in the chair, laying her arms on the rests, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, and dropping her heels into the stirrups. Aubrey put the stone down on her stomach, resting it in the pucker of her navel as if it was a fleshy cup. She gazed down between her bare breasts at it. The stone felt warm and wonderful: almost alive.

'Keep still,' Aubrey said. 'You don't want it to fall off and break, do you?'

Of course, she didn't! So she kept very still, gazing down at it in delight, while Aubrey methodically bound the straps across her chest and neck and about her arms and around her thighs and ankles. She hardly flinched when he opened her mouth and pushed a pair of rubber tipped hooks into its corners and between her back teeth and tightened the straps holding them, parting her jaws wide.

When Kim was tightly bound to the chair, with her legs raised and spread wide, exposing every intimate detail of her groin, Aubrey stepped back and smiled.

'You do look very lovely,' he said. 'I think we're going to have a lot of fun with you.'

Then he plucked the stone from her navel and put it in his pocket.

Whatever influence she had been under melted away as reality returned with a cold shock and sick fear replaced her temporary delirium. What had she let him do to her? Kim gurgled and wailed though her wedged jaws and jerked and strained at the straps holding her down. The chair frame squeaked but she was totally helpless. Hot tears welled up in her eyes even as she glared at Aubrey in rage and despair.

'Would you like to see the stone again?' he asked.

She tried to shake her head and turn her eyes away. But when he took it out of his pocket, she found her gaze dragged back to it. Aubrey stepped between her splayed legs and rubbed the end of the stone through her gaping vulva, bringing forth a hot wet surge from deep within her. It had such power! She felt her vagina swelling and opening.

She choked, struggling to resist. She gurgled through her stretched lips, 'No, don't... please... yes... no... yes!'

Aubrey pushed the stone up into her aching passageway which seemed to gulp it down. She felt the stone simmering inside her, somehow growing bigger. She shrieked and jerked wildly at her straps. A tingling wave of warmth rippled and pulsed outward. Something seemed to twist and stretch in her belly. There was a sickening stab of pain and then a disturbing numbness. The wave reached her head, and a soft mush seemed to fill her mind, dampening her fear.

'Just sleep and let the stone do its work...' Aubrey said.

* * *

Kim stirred feebly, coming back to awareness with an effort.

Her head ached and she felt as if she was choking. Something big was pushing up out of her throat into her mouth. She was being sick. But the thing coming out was solid...

The Godstone popped out between her wedged jaws into a cloth Aubrey was holding ready to catch it. He wiped it dry and put it aside. Kim moaned and tried to move. But she was still strapped to the chair and still naked. And her feet felt heavy. Why was that? It had not been a bad dream; it had really happened! But exactly what had happened? She realized that she felt odd inside. It was not exactly pain, but there was something stretched and twisted within her. Different, somehow. There was also a strange taut sensation in her pussy...

She realized that Aubrey was smiling down at her. He was holding a tumbler of water and was now in his shirtsleeves. Even as she gazed up at him in confusion, he pulled the hooks out of the corners of her mouth and put the tumbler to her lips. By reflex she drank it down.

'It's just gone four in the afternoon,' he said. 'You've slept for several hours while you have been adjusted.'

Adjusted?

He pulled the tumbler away and before she could speak, he had pushed a ball gag into her mouth. It was slung on an elastic cord that encircled her neck. Then he stepped aside, and Kim saw the big mirror had been positioned to reflect her image. Her eyes grew wide in consternation.

Her pubic hair had gone, and not only was her pussy unnaturally engorged and pouting and clearly wet; it was also gaping wide. A pair of golden rings were pierced through the thick, soft flesh of her outer labia. They had been hooked to elastic cords bound about her upper thighs like garters, and the tension was pulling her lips apart, exposing her secret pink fleshy inner valley. More gold rings pierced her brown nipples, which were standing up swollen and hard.

Queasy disbelief turned to anger. She had been intimately shaven and pierced while she had slept!

A broad golden metal collar with a lining of rubber was locked about her neck. A large D-ring hung from its front with a golden metal tag dangling from it. Her feet were encased by unnaturally heavy gold block heels secured by broad ankle straps, with small round bells hung about them.

'Now I could take the time to explain what has been done to you, but you probably would not believe it,' Aubrey said. 'So, it's simpler if I give you a practical demonstration, which will also serve as an introduction to your new life as an Antiquarian Society gynem. That is our name for an obedient female submissive. It will be a shock, I'm afraid, but that's unavoidable. Afterwards you'll understand...'

He went to one of the cabinets and took out a short leather lash set in a dark wooden handle polished with age and use. He trailed its thongs across her body, making her shudder in fear. Kim tried to shake her head, to plead with her eyes. He drew back his arm.

The thongs hissed and swished through the air and cracked down across her helpless naked body. She screamed about her gag and jerked wildly against her straps as her flesh rippled under the blows. Her breasts flattened and then her hard nipples, throbbing and burning, sprang back up again, their rings indenting her flesh. The lash swished up between her legs, its thongs ripping through her exposed and gaping pussy mouth. Her stomach clenched, her wide stretched sex lips shivered, their rings glittering and jumping, and her thighs strained against their straps to an attempt to close her legs together. A lattice of livid dark welts running from neck to knee appeared across her smooth olive skin.

The bells on the ankle straps of her golden heels jingled as she writhed in her bonds. Tears streamed down her cheeks and ran into the corners of her stretched lips as she bit on her gag. Mingled tears and saliva fell onto her chest. It felt as if her whole front was on fire!

And yet mixed with the pain there were thrilling surges of pleasure. Her nipples were standing up like thimbles, lifting their rings with them, while her gaping pussy swelled and dribbled, her juices being splattered across her belly and inner thighs by the lash blows. What was happening to her?

And then Aubrey laid the lash down.

Through her misty tears she saw that his eyes were burning with desire. There was a bulge in the front of his trousers.

Even as she watched, he popped open a row of old-fashioned fly buttons and freed a swelling penis that stiffened into full erection.

'You see, we have to have women like you,' Aubrey said. 'And now you can serve us properly...'

He positioned himself between her spread, trembling, thong-lashed thighs, rubbed the head of his penis through her invitingly wide and wet slit, parting her sore and swollen inner lips, and then rammed it into her.

Kim shrieked and gurgled about her gag as his cock stretched and filled her vagina. His face loomed over her, filled with masterful desire. He clasped and squeezed her sore, hot, naked breasts. Then he began to thrust away, pounding hard into her. She groaned in revulsion, despair, and disbelief. An old man was screwing her, yet her pussy was responding and streaming with juices and her hard nipples were pushing up against the palms of his hands. What had the Godstone done to her?

And then she felt his penis growing larger inside her.

With each thrust it probed further. It was pushing at the head of her vagina, making it tingle, nuzzling at some tight sphincter that had not been there that morning, which thrilled her like toying with her clitoris did as it was stretched wider. Then it gave way and his penis head pushed on further up her. She should have been torn apart, but she was not. Her belly bulged from within as his shaft continued up her body impossibly deep into a passageway that was totally new and unused. But she felt it clenching about him by reflex like her vagina would if it were somehow extended and even more sensitive.

His huge penis had now reached halfway up her body! Aubrey pulled back, sucking on her insides, and thrust again and again.

Kim's eyes bulged with sick horror and raw delight as pleasure surged through her. The pain of her lashed skin was washed away by the thrill of her incredible penetration. Her sore nipples, despite the lashing they had just endured, stood up hard and ready to burst. It was too much, it was all wrong, it was overwhelming, it was...

Aubrey spouted inside her, squirting out a hot jet of semen deep up inside her. At the same moment, a devastating, immense orgasm ripped through Kim, obliterating all fear and doubt, existing only for itself. For moment she felt herself surfing the crest of this wave of delight. Then she fainted from the shock of so much pure, perverse pleasure.