The Chalet
by Aiken (c)2000
Chapter Two, Cadet Maddy's First Prep
Dresser attendants Fiona and Sandy led Cadet Maddy to her preassigned dressing
station along the wall. Except for the shining white polymer cuffs encircling
her wrists behind her back, Maddy wore nothing out of the ordinary. Her cadet
arrival clothes could have been worn by any stylish woman going on a date or to
a job interview in the 2060's. A sleeveless black latex tunic dress clung
tightly to her slender yet shapely torso and hips. Dark pantyhose sheathed her
legs with shining lycra and nylon from her short hemline to her size seven
leather pumps. Her shoes were a style made popular by Chalet girls, silver
colored with slender heels, adding 4 1/2 inches to Maddy's 5 foot, four inch
height.
The two dressers gently removed her heels and set them into a locker bearing
Maddy's name. Undoing a long zipper under each armpit, they removed her dress
and hung it the locker. The brassiere came off next. It was unsnapped in the
front and at the shoulder straps. Like all of her clothes, the bra was standard
cadet issue, so it came off easily without requiring her arms to be unbound.
They eased her pantyhose and white silk panties down her legs and put them in
the locker, leaving her entirely naked. Maddy shivered slightly both from the
cool temperatures in the room, and with anxiety over what lay ahead. Maddy had
no idea what today's assignment would involve beyond what Captain Neesha had
called it: a fellatio kiosk. Just the sound of that filled Maddy with
excitement, as well as dread. She hoped she would be up to it... then almost
laughed at herself, knowing that the men would certainly be "up to it" even if
she wasn't!
This was Maddy's first day to submit to the bondage and sexual tortures that
would essentially describe her life for the next three years. She thought back
to her orientation classes and Donna, the beautiful blonde lady-captain who
taught them. During the previous eight weeks cadets were familiarized with many
costumes and procedures, such as the captains' outer garments, and the
sticker-suits Maddy's cute dressers wore. But they didn't begin to cover it all.
Her instructress made it clear that she would not discuss all the bizarre things
that new cadets would be required to wear and do. For even if they did, cadets
would still not be prepared to deal with it. Only direct experience could do
that. "Suffice it to say, girls," Instructress Donna told them, "That nothing
here will be easy for you. You are forewarned that as cadets you will be kept
off-balance at all times, and will suffer carefully prescribed levels of
discomfort and pain. The things we require your bodies to do are highly unusual
and difficult; many would think them impossible. I personally believe the mental
aspects of the daily bondages you girls face are even harsher than the physical
ordeals. Nevertheless, I assure you that you can and must bear it. It does get
somewhat easier as you go, discovering you can withstand greater torments than
you ever thought possible. It tends to give a girl confidence that she can
survive such things. And that's exactly why we keep throwing new challenges at
you. As Chalet girls, you must never become acclimated, never become relaxed or
overconfident. You must begin every new assignment uncertain, startled,
humiliated and afraid, even as your bodies are used, strained and pushed to
their limits. This is what makes you so desireable and gratifying to our
customers. They can sense your tension and fear. They can see how difficult it
is for you, and their cocks are thrilled by that knowledge. The fact that each
of you freely chooses this profession increases their excitement tenfold.
Remember this....when the final touches have been placed on your makeup, and the
last bond has fastened you irremovably into place, each of you will have the
unrelenting face of a goddess, and the unrefusing body of a whore. That is the
moment when you truly become a Chalet Girl. The same moment you begin giving a
kind of satisfaction unobtainable from any other source."
"Well done, Maddy." Captain Neesha said, awakening the girl from her reverie.
She was holding a small scanning device close to Maddy's cheek. She reattached
the scanner to her waist cinch and checked off something on her computer
notepad. "Your makeup tested a full four-layer thickness in three areas. And
five layers on your lips. Nicely done. You get three more good marks for
arriving with the approved Chalet face. Are you thirsty dear?"
Maddy realized that her mouth was very dry. "Yes Captain, Ma'am, quite thirsty,
thank you."
"Arlo, come here please and give Maddy a drink."
Arleen turned from dispensing drinks to other cadets, and proceeded stiffly to
Neesha and Maddy. Arleen was locked into a steel garment that made her torso
look rather like Star Wars' C3PO. Metallic components of the suit enclosed her
from her shoulders to her knees. Her arms were trapped uselessly behind her,
painfully clamped together with steel bands at the wrists and elbows. Her
breasts and waistline were severely constricted inside the suit, exaggerating
her curves, and giving her a sexy robot-girl silhouette. The suit allowed no
movement at all from her thighs, forcing her to take short steps to get across
the room. The high heeled boots she wore made walking treacherous, as falling
could be a lethal experience without the use of her arms. But she moved
confidently, shuffling over to Maddy as if she had been born into the suit. Her
head was harnessed in the same leather straps that dresser attendants wore, and
her breathing was tormented by the same ponytail-to-neckrope affair. However, as
she wore no gag, her flawlessly madeup face was on full display, and she smiled
sweetly for her captain as she approached them. Maddy was stunned by the girl's
appearance. This suit was something completely new to Maddy.
"Amazing isn't it, Maddy?" Captain Neesha said, "Arleen is wearing something
called a refreshment suit. Underneath this smooth steel exterior lies one
sophisticated piece of equipment. They manage to store over 3 liters of liquid
beverage inside the suit, plus powerful heating and cooling generators." Maddy
couldn't imagine where these things were hidden. The thing clung to her like a
reflective second skin. "It doesn't look like there is enough room in there for
Arleen," Maddy thought, "Let alone all the liquids and devices."
"Hot or cold beverage, Captain, Ma'am?" Arleen asked brightly.
"Hot mocha for me, please, and cold juice for Cadet Maddy." her captain
responded. Arleen jerked her chin to the left with a practiced motion, and her
mouth caught a heavy disk-shaped earring which dangled from her right earlobe.
About the size of a man's wristwatch, the disk had a large red button on each
side of it, which Arleen pressed with her teeth. Immediately generators inside
the suit came to life, heating up a prescribed amount of a nutritious warm
beverage called Chalet mocha. Arleen stretched her neck forward to place her
brightly-painted lips around a fixed steel tube that rose vertically from
between the breast panels of her suit. The steel straw ended just below her chin
level and it was obvious that her neck rope made this stretch a very difficult
task. Steam was rising from the tube as she placed her lips to it, and she
sucked up a large mouthful of the hot liquid. She carefully lifted her mouth to
Captain Neesha, and passed the liquid from her lips to her captain's lips.
Neesha drank eagerly, ending the gesture with a sweet lingering kiss. Maddy
watched in mute astonishment.
"Mmmm, what a deliciously intimate way to get a drink," said their captain, "You
haven't been told this yet but drinking on duty is only permissible when passed
from the lips of a refreshment maid. Quite a nice custom, really. Our patrons
find it highly erotic, and frankly, so do I. You'll notice that whenever a
refreshment maid serves up a hot drink her entire suit gets hot along with the
drink. The same holds true when she serves a cold drink, the suit freezes her
from neck to kneecaps. Isn't that exciting? But there's more. Look at that
device on her right shoulder. See the digital readout?"
"Yes, Captain, Ma'am," said Maddy. She saw a 1-inch diameter round glass crystal
where two red LCD numbers shone. The number 56 suddenly dropped to 55. "Is that
the suit's temperature, Captain, Ma'am?"
"Oh, dear no," Neesha responded cheerfully, "Her suit temperature is dropping
slowly from somewhere around a hundred thirty. If I had ordered a cold drink it
would now be rising slowly from about minus twenty. It takes 5 to 6 minutes to
equalize at room temperature. This readout shows that Arleen is now in
auto-training mode. As such, that number indicates how many sticker-pins are
impaling Arlene under her refreshment suit, and punishing her for her mistakes.
They are not electrical pins, like the dressers wear. These get blazing hot, or
ice cold, along with the surfaces of the suit, and conduct those painful
temperatures deep into the maids' bodies as they serve drinks. That number just
went down because Arlene caught the activation disk on her first try, took the
required amount of liquid from the tube, and avoided spilling any of it.
Violating any of those three rules costs her one point. But since she did
everything correctly, she dropped a point, and lost one sticker. You'll notice
the arrangement of the serving straw requires a maid's utmost concentration. And
if she is being freshly stuck due to an errant ear-swing it almost always causes
her to choke and dribble, and fall further behind. This is a very intelligent
suit. If it sensed all three errors happening, her penalty would have gone up by
three points. It would automatically jab her in three new places. As you can
see, with a potential three-to-one liability, It's much harder to lose stickers
than to gain them. The suit follows a cruel logic rather like a casino's odds,
wouldn't you say? Arleen, it's time to say hello to Cadet Maddy. Are you ready
for your first cool drink, dear?"
"Yes, Captain, Ma'am," Maddy said, her voice tightening with arousal. She looked
at the beautifully charming girl, and the number on her shoulder. Although Maddy
couldn't see any evidence of the stickers, it was terribly exciting to know that
the girl bore exactly 55 of them somewhere inside her suit. In a curious way it
was even more erotic than seeing the sticker-disk lumps under the dressers'
suits. She watched Arleen tip her head to the right, swing her left earring
deftly into her mouth, and depress its blue buttons with her even white teeth.
The maid suddenly shivered as her suit's compressors went to work. Within 6
seconds, her world was colder than a frozen lake. She arched her neck to suck in
Maddy's beverage portion thru a freezing cold straw. With chattering teeth, she
pressed her cold red lips against Maddy's warm pouting mouth. Arleen injected
the liquid as Maddy sucked it in. It was a delicious fruit beverage, similar to
a strawberry smoothie, and loaded with vitamins and minerals. As Maddy exhausted
the girl's mouth of the drink she felt a chilled tongue enter her mouth. Perhaps
it was to show that she had gotten all of it. Or perhaps she was just being
friendly. More likely she was just desperate to get warm again. Either way,
Arleen's tongue felt and tasted like a delicious frozen strawberry, so Maddy
sucked and nibbled on it for a moment, playing with the three barbell piercings
the maid's tongue wore. After a long minute of tongue play and lip contact,
Arleen's tremors diminished and she slowly pulled her face away, smiling at the
fresh new Cadet. Maddy had hovered on the brink of an orgasm throughout her
kiss. She couldn't remember a drink ever tasting better.
"Thank you, Arleen, that will be all for now," said Neesha. "But you've earned
something extra..." She reached out to a tiny black button beneath the girl's
readout, and pressed it twice. The display first dropped to 54, due to her
flawless performance, then by two more points, to 52, from her captain's
generosity. Arleen emitted a small gasp of pain mixed with relief. "Attitude is
everything," their smiling captain said, citing a favorite motto, "And you
greeted her as sweetly as ever you could. You may go and serve the others now."
Arleen smiled gratefully to her superior and turned away. Maddy saw an identical
small button above the readout, with a purpose that needed no explaining. It was
an ominous thought that their captain could have done far worse, if the
refreshment maid's performance had disappointed her.
"May I ask a question of the Captain, Ma'am? Maddy inquired. Neesha gave a
slight nod of assent. "How long has she been inside that contraption, and how
much longer must she remain in it?"
"Naturally, you're curious about her, so I think we can accommodate you,"
answered the captain, looking at her computer pad, and pressing up some data
files, "Arleen was dressed in her suit at 3 A.M. this morning. I believe she is
on her second refill of beverages. Small ports in back of the suit facilitate
the recharging and refilling processes. She is doing very well. This is her
sixth day in the refreshment suit, and she is steadily improving her form. After
the first day we set maids' suits to auto-train, carrying all sticker-counts
forward from day to day. She's gradually worked her number down from a high
count of 112 on her third day. The full duration of her refreshment suit duty is
classified. Even she's not allowed to know it. But I will tell you that she has
more than a month left before her next scheduled reassignment. She's on a
fourteen hour per day duty schedule just like yours. It starts four hours
earlier than your day does. Just like you, she reports for duty 15 minutes
early, or is counted late. She is given one hour of prep, and serves two
five-hour duty shifts, separated by a mid-day break of two hours, and another
hour of prep. Her day is done at 5 PM, just as yours is up at nine. Like all
attendants and cadets it is her option either to go home and rest, or remain
here at the Chalet for her rest cycle. If she goes home she can still get eight
hours of sleep if she can get there, feed the cat and jump into bed in 30
minutes. Upon rising she'll need to get bathed, made up, dressed, and back to
the Chalet in less than 90 minutes. It's difficult to pull off, but as you know
it can be done, since your weeks of orientation class were conducted on the same
schedule. Oh, yes, her file also says that she's experienced 5 orgasms today,
one of them while kissing you."
"What..?" Maddy started to say, but quickly caught herself, "I..uh...I mean,
Captain, Ma'am, how is that possible?"
"Classified!" Neesha replied, snapping her notepad shut, "That's enough. The
rest you must discover for yourself. We can't give up all of our little secrets,
now can we?"
"Your long-awaited Chalet girl experience begins now." Captain Neesha said
sharply, "The dressers will get you cleaned and prepped, Maddy. Please squat
down over the hatch there on the floor and relieve yourself, front and back."
One of the dressers pressed a button on the wall. A one-foot-wide stainless
steel port snapped open on the floor. Filled with embarrassment, Maddy squatted
down and urinated into the opening. Burning with humiliation she then defecated
into it, producing a large odorous bowel movement. Maddy was ashamed of the
smell, but the dressers thought nothing of it. They wiped her quickly, gently
patting her pussy dry, cleaning her anus thoroughly, and dropping their napkins
into the port. They powdered her all over with a sweet perfumed talk. A moment
later the port clicked shut and a distant flushing noise was heard.
Looking down, Maddy could see what the attendants were doing to her by the
reflections in the stainless steel plates below her. Neesha had not told her to
rise, so she remained in her naked squat. She felt them apply a cool
antibacterial gel on her pussy and ass. They probed her rectum deeply and pushed
lots of the gel inside of her, followed by a six-inch long, by one inch wide
soft rubber tube. The gel doubled as a lubricant and the tube was also covered
with it, so it slid easily into her backside. She saw that the tube led to a
metal object shaped like a small tapered football. It was narrow at the tip,
barely bigger than the tube it enclosed, rising to a fat three-inch thickness
near the back of it, and tapering sharply down to a one and a half inch thick
neck. Behind the slender neck, the device ended abruptly with a wide flat disk.
Two short rubber tubes stuck out the back of the oval-shaped disk, one red and
one green.
The dressers moved with quickness and precision. One of them pressed the huge
plug into her ass and Maddy gasped, feeling the widest portion of it stretching
her anus painfully. Then as it settled into position, her sphincter muscle
clenched the narrow channel at the back of the slippery thing, innately happy
that the inward pressure was halted. But Maddy wasn't happy. Her bowel was very
uncomfortably filled, and her anus corked much too tightly. She could feel the
cool metal of the flat disk section pressing between her cheeks, preventing any
muscle action from pulling the thing further into her. Thank goodness. At first
there was a continuous feeling that she was pooping again, but she knew that was
impossible. Nothing was going to exit her ass now, least of all the oblong metal
plug, without plenty of assistance.
She had barely finished dealing with the shock of this anal intrusion, when she
felt the other girl inserting a narrow well-lubricated tube into her urethra. It
was a strange foreign sensation, almost painful from the acute sensitivity of
that tiny opening. She saw that this tube ended with a device resembling her ass
plug, but on a much smaller scale. This plug seemed to be made of rubber rather
than steel. Though much smaller than the device packing her ass, it felt huge
entering her pisshole. Little by little it began hurting her, and Maddy started
panting. She was frightened and in terrible pain. Just as she started to tense
up and cry out, the other dresser began squeezing her nipples, reaching around
from behind Maddy's back. The nipple massage helped take Maddy's mind off the
pain, until the piss-plug was wedged into place holding a rubber disk flat
against the top half of Maddy's pussy. The pain instantly subsided, and she
noticed that this instrument also had two smaller tubes exiting the disk. One
was green and one was red.
"Very good, dear," Said Neesha, "You almost lost 15 marks there, by crying out
during your prep. But you held out nicely until your safety plugs were in
position. That was very courageous. Your reward is 5 more good marks." Maddy
smiled in relief and, blinking the tears from her eyes, she looked gratefully
back at the dresser behind her. It was Sandy. The large plug that filled Sandy's
mouth made any expression impossible, but she winked sweetly in response to
Maddy's silent thanks.
"You are now allowed the option of having a throat relaxer administered prior to
your gagging. I highly recommend using this medication during a cadet's first
gagging, especially when extended kiosk duty is at hand. A first-time gagging is
the only occasion where we offer it. The kiosk gag is unlike anything you have
ever seen or heard of, Maddy. It's called the Torture Gag by many who have
experienced it."
"Will the medicine impair my performance at the fellatio kiosk, Captain, Ma'am?"
Maddy asked.
"Very perceptive question," Neesha answered, "Yes, it helps a girl to withstand
the rough onslaught of men who pay huge sums to enjoy a cadet's first agonizing
trip to the kiosk. Kiosk virgins, they are called. And no, it won't diminish
your cocksucking abilities. It actually improves them a bit. It contains a
stimulant that reduces your fainting reflex for up to eight hours, and heightens
sensation throughout your pleasure centers. And most importantly, its throat
numbing effect helps you to manage the strangling panics that the Torture Gag
imposes, not to mention what the parade of cocks will do to you later."
"Thank you, Captain Ma'am. I would like to give it a try," Maddy said bravely.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
(c)Aiken, 2000
