Free Testers by Paul Enock

must resume now.”
     
    Rosa was furious. Was this Claire’s doing? Was she really controlled by something else? Rosa was not convinced, but was convinced enough not to try anything further. Reluctantly she opened the door and Claire hobbled out dragging her trolley behind her as Rosa gave her smooth arse a spiteful slap.
     
    At one o’clock, control guided Claire to a bottle of energy drink fixed to a wall with a spout under it and as Claire approached, she emptied into the waste tank. “Drink,” it said.
     
    By three o’clock Claire was again almost full when she met Ian. “Hello,” said Ian. “How are you getting on?”
     
    A direct question; should she answer? “Not well,” she said and closed her eyes prepared for the shock, but it didn’t happen.
     
    “I see you’re quite full. Come into my office,” and he opened the door to admit her.
     
    Here we go again thought Claire. “That’s a fine rounded belly you have,” he said rubbing his hand over its surface. “Does it hurt if I press it?” and he pushed the water from side to side as Rosa had done.
     
    “No,” said Claire.
     
    “You know you really have got a beautiful figure; such fine breasts and those nipples – they were very much unexpected.” Ian lightly cupped a breast and gently rolled its nipple between his fingers. “Bend over; let me check your fittings.”
     
    Claire bent forward and Ian moved round behind her and gave her anal pipe a little tug. Satisfied there were no leaks, he felt inside the entrance to her pussy as her ‘motivator’ effectively held her open. He rubbed his fingers across the surface of her G spot trapped between the wishbone arms inside her, and she shivered, trying hard not to make a sound. “You’re very wet,” he said. “Would you like to suck me?”
     
    “Yes,” said Claire without really thinking.
     
    “Then do it,” said Ian and, sitting on the edge of his desk, he opened the fly of his trousers to reveal a tall, hard prick. Claire bent forward and took him deep in her mouth, sucking and stroking in and out as Ian got more excited. After not very long at all, Ian exploded deep in her mouth and Claire greedily licked him clean. “Thank you,” said Ian and shakily opened the door.
     
    “Resume,” said the voice and once again Claire wobbled off down the corridor.
     
    It was shortly after that that Claire saw Rosa again, but Rosa didn’t see Claire. Claire was retracing her steps back down the same corridor and Ian’s office door was ajar. As she passed Claire caught a glimpse of Rosa at Ian’s open filing cabinet with what looked like a lip stick in her hand. She couldn’t understand why she’d be there. Was that really a lip stick? It certainly looked like one. She would have liked to go back to check but there was no way she was able.

Chapter 9
     
    At five o’clock Claire was told to report to Mike’s office and she duly waddled her way there and peeped through the door. “Come in,” said Mike. Nita was already there and he closed the door after them. “Ian’s asked me to cut short your testing of our new suits,” and he tapped some keys on his computer and with immense relief, both Claire and Nita emptied for the final time. “Don’t speak; you’re still under central control.” Mike warned as he unclipped their trolleys from their hands and unbuckled the shafts from their shoulders, then removed the mono-sleeves from their arms and they both swung their arms in great arcs to relieve the stiffness. Next he pressed a few more keys and the rings deflated in their rectums allowing Mike to pull the pipes from them. “I bet you want those rubber suits off?” asked Mike, smiling.
     
    “Yes,” said Claire, afraid to add more and Nita nodded feverishly.
     
    He unzipped the back and Claire wriggled her legs free. She looked down at her motivator locked over her pubis and pointed at it, silently pleading with Mike.
     
    “Oh no. I can’t do that yet.”
     
    Claire