Clockwork Butterfly, A (2 page)

Chapter 2

“Girls, if there is any more tittering, the titterers will be placed in the stark room for the rest of the day.”

Giggles reduced to murmurs and Lena, struggling to calm her chest, bit into her fist. Of course, Mae was standing next to her, poking her in the ribs as the Archmatrias brought various covered items on trays and placed them on the desks at the front of the auditorium. Four more coach loads of young women had arrived the previous evening and the room was full of eager chattering and shuffling.

“That’s the sacred phallic probe,” Mae whispered as the oldest, tiniest Archmatria carried in a tray with dark blue satin peaking in the middle. “You have to suck it for points. Whoever gets the most points gets to sit on it.”

“Oh, will you shut up, Mae!” hissed Lena, though curiosity kept her eyes fixed on that particular tray. Lena felt so naïve compared to Mae and wished that she had been given some hint as to what her body was intended for.

“These are the tools of your trade,” began the tiny Archmatria in a surprisingly commanding voice.

With a flourish, five Archmatrias whisked away the satin covers of the trays. Lena took in the contents of each tray, one by one. Ceramic models of body parts, incredibly realistic, lay in front of the women. The first was a pair of breasts, then a complete head thrust back with the long neck and throat exposed in an open-mouthed expression of ecstasy, a perfect set of buttocks on the next, then female genitalia and finally, the tray Mae had called the sacred phallus was in fact a model of a beautifully turned wrist and hand standing upright.

“To become a top collector, and indeed all of those who make it will be top collectors, you must first learn to master your own body.” The Archmatria smoothed down her brown robe and studied the crowd before her. “Now, does anyone know what a collector actually does?”

Mae’s hand shot up and the Archmatria honed in on her immediately.

“Ah, yes,” the Archmatria said as she looked approvingly at Mae. “Ms. Waters. Your mother, Jean, was the top collector in her day. We are expecting big things from you.” She smiled a warm smile and held open her hand. “Well, come, come, tell us what you know.”

Mae cleared her throat and straightened up, clasping her hands in front of her. She began, “We are here to pleasure the fertile males and collect the seed for insemination.”

The ripple of anticipation whispered through the students.
Actual live male humans?
Lena had thought that maybe she would be helping to harvest or defrost the vats of semen frozen in row upon row of canisters of liquid nitrogen, but contact with a real live man? She shuddered with all kinds of mixed emotion. She wanted to see one. Even in the animal kingdom, the males were a rarity and the whole village would crowd around if a dog ever wandered into town with the necessary appendages. Lena remembered once on a trip into the big town nearby, the train actually slowing to a halt when a passenger caught sight of a stallion parading around a field full of mares. Lena could see the horses were in a frenzy, the females arching their backs and lifting their tails. Unfortunately, her mother had hauled her into the tiny lavatory to wipe something from her face before she could see what the alarm was about.

“That is correct, Ms. Waters, thank you.”

Mae gave a huge and somewhat smug smile and the attention turned back to face the front.

“Now, girls…” The Archmatria took a breath and scanned the room, searching the keen eyes of those who stared back. “Archmatria Raquilla will now perform a demonstration on how we acquire the sacred seed.” She ushered a stern looking robed woman to the floor and stepped back.

“Oh my God.” Mae was at it again, poking Lena’s ribs and whispering in her ear. “Imagine
that
trying to make you come!”

“Come where?” Lena whispered back, and Mae rolled her eyes.

“Here.” Mae’s voice was suddenly very low and throaty. Lena jumped in shock when Mae’s hand cupped her crotch and rubbed slowly and firmly through the fabric while holding her buttocks with the other hand, keeping her in one place. Lena trembled as the rush of sensations took over her once more, and she couldn’t help but ease her heels apart as Mae pressed and kneaded her through her skirt. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” said Mae, releasing her grip on Lena and grabbing her hand, ducking out behind the throng of young women straining to see what the Archmatria was about to do.

“But the lesson…” Lena squeaked as she was pulled out of the lecture theater and into the labyrinth of passageways leading to God knew where.

“Shh, come on.” Mae tugged Lena, who stumbled in her aroused, confused state.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, stop pulling!”

Mae paused, smiling and breathing hard as she turned to Lena. “Sorry.” Mae giggled, her eyes dancing. “It’s just, I’ve never got to fuck anyone yet, you know? I don’t want to get caught.”

“Caught doing what?”

They started creeping quietly along the stone corridors.

“Aren’t we missing important lessons? Mae? Mae?”

But Mae was in determined mode once again.

Lena grabbed her wrist roughly and spun her around. “I don’t want to blow this, Mae. My mother would kill me.”

Mae just laughed again and stopped at a door that Lena hadn’t even noticed. She drew a key from her pocket and unlocked it, pulling Lena through and shutting it quickly after them. Pushing Lena up against the solid wooden door, she reached around, sliding the key back into the lock and turning it slowly. The flames Mae had ignited inside Lena’s belly now well and truly set fire to her crotch and her pussy burned with desire. She arched her back and thrust out her mound toward Mae’s. Mae leaned close to Lena’s ear, breathing hard at her neck and causing all the tiny hairs to strain and buzz with electricity.

“Sometimes,” Mae murmured in a purring voice, “the best lessons don’t happen in the classroom.” Then she leaned out and began to study Lena, casting her eyes over the buttoned up shirt.

Lena gasped as her nipples stiffened through the blouse where Mae trailed her lascivious gaze. Mae gently cupped each of Lena’s breasts and ran the tip of her thumbs simultaneously over both nipples. Lena held her breath and began to melt at this new incredible sensation.

Mae’s eyes flickered lazily and she licked her lips. “That’s it, that’s it,” she purred again as Lena’s hard little buds tightened further.

Lena spread out her fingers and pressed her palms further into the wood, pushing her chest higher.

“Mmm.” Mae sighed.

Lena was amazed at how happy it made her feel to hear the appreciative little noises emanating from Mae’s throat. Her panties were actually wet now and she felt both excited and embarrassed about it. What if Mae were to touch her there and think she had peed herself?

Putting the thought from her mind, she concentrated on her nipples which Mae still languidly thumbed, obviously enjoying herself. She stopped and trailed her fingertips to the buttons of Lena’s blouse. Slowly, she started to undo each one until the crisp white fabric fell apart, revealing the plain cotton bra beneath. Mae slipped her fingers into the top of each cup and pulled down. Lena’s breasts sprang out, nipples pointing and straining.

Lena couldn’t stop staring as Mae resumed her previous position and hovered with her thumbs over Lena’s nipples once more. Her breath quivered as she anticipated how it would feel to have flesh on flesh contact. Mae slid her thumbs over the hard little peaks and Lena nearly cried out in delight. Pleasure shot through her and seemed to gather at that now very wet point between her legs.

“Oh my God, what’s happening to me?” she whispered as Mae leaned in and took her left nipple between her full lips and suckled gently. Lena started shaking and slumped back onto the door, reaching her fingers through Mae’s hair, pulling her further onto her breast. “Oh God, suck me, suck me, Mae.”

Mae obeyed and lapped at Lena’s virgin tits.

Lena spread her legs further apart, trying to hitch up her skirt by rubbing her bottom into the door. Mae obviously spotted the move and brought one hand to her aid, sliding her fingers up the back of Lena’s thigh, lifting her skirt up over her ass. Suddenly, Mae stopped sucking her breast and knelt at Lena’s feet. She looked up and stared at Lena with the wicked look that usually preempted something naughty.

With one swift motion, Mae pulled Lena’s panties down her thighs, forcing her legs back together. Lena looked down, shocked at the stark vision of her exposed pubic hair. She could smell her own desire and her pussy flooded with the hot excited feeling. Wriggling to free herself from the panties that Mae used to hold her, she glanced up, suddenly acutely aware of her surroundings. The room was large, dusty, and dingy. On the wall, directly opposite, was a large, gilt, framed mirror. It showed the full scene and Lena stared open mouthed at the half-naked, disheveled woman staring back with a crazed look in her eye and a woman between her legs. Lena’s awareness of the whole room, the whole world, suddenly seemed to open up in that moment and she watched herself grab the mop of dark hair before her and pull it into her aching, desperate pussy. The buzz of ecstasy that engulfed her when the tip of Mae’s tongue darted onto her clitoris was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

Knickers torn off and discarded, Lena spread her legs as wide as she could and opened herself for Mae. Mae’s fingers pulled her lips apart, and Lena caught a glimpse of the gleaming red flesh between them just before Mae dove onto her once more. Lena thrust her hips into Mae’s face and squealed as two hot fingers slid into her and the darting tongue lapped and primed the pleasure nub. Lena felt a great rising in her abdomen and breathed hard as somewhere, in the very center of her being, sparks began to surge and burst around her like a wave building momentum. Mae’s fingers pulsed and thrust in and out of Lena’s pussy, slick with her juices.
This is amazing
, she thought, just as the first wave of pleasure reached its climax and crashed through her body and out of the tiny bud at the entrance of her sex. Lena shuddered and gasped for breath while Mae’s fingers twisted and corkscrewed in and out, causing her to twitch and spasm around them.

“What the hell was that?” Lena stuttered as she struggled to control her shaking and slumped to the ground with Mae’s fingers still buried deep inside her.

“That, little lady, is exactly what you are here for.” Mae flashed another wicked smile.

Chapter 3

And so Lena’s training continued in the capable hands of Mae. Somehow, Lena managed to pass the initial exams and she gripped the certificate tight in her sweaty palms as she waited at the Archmatria’s office door.

“Enter,” said a small, yet powerful voice that did nothing to soothe Lena’s nerves. She did as she was bid and stood stiffly in front of the thick mahogany desk. “Ahh, yes, Lena.” Archmatria Raquilla held a paper to her face and squinted at it while pushing spectacles up the bridge of her nose. Eyebrows lifted as she took in the information then scrutinized Lena. “You’ve done well, haven’t you?” She paused and Lena sensed something was not quite on the level. “In the classes, Lena, the classes.”

“Well…” Lena hesitated. How could she cover up the fact that she hadn’t attended a single one in the three weeks she’d been at the manor? She inhaled deeply and tried to focus. “Yes, fine.”

“I see,” said the Archmatria, again casting her gaze thoroughly over Lena’s frame. Lena’s legs began to shake and she forced her heels hard into the ground. “Mae certainly seems to think so.”

“Mae?” Lena gasped. This was it. They’d been found out. She dropped her head and imagined packing her bags. Where had she put her rucksack, she tried to recall. The silence lingered and Lena shuffled about uneasily awaiting her orders to leave.

“Hmm.” A soft chuckle left the Archmatria’s throat, forcing Lena to look up. “We’ve tricked you, I’m afraid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, Mae is one of our trainers.” The Archmatria smiled kindly. “It’s her job to pick out candidates who have the biggest potential for becoming a collector.”

“But, me?” Lena thought back to her innocent, ignorant ways and shook her head at the Archmatria.

“She saw something in you, sensed it. Even if you don’t know it yourself, you have a certain sensuality. It’s Mae’s job to bring out this side and see if it can be developed. We need a special kind of seductress for our needs and you have impressed her.”

Lena was even more confused. She just stood with her mind whirring, grateful for the twist that seemed to be taking place, saving her from dismissal and the humiliation of returning home in disgrace.

“But I didn’t do anything,” Lena blurted out. “I just lay there and let her pleasure me!”

“Yes, I do know that.” The Archmatria’s eyes narrowed as she continued, “And it will change of course. You will have to learn how to give pleasure also. But it’s something that is hard to define. Your essence, your sounds, your skin. Everything about you adds up to the pinnacle of sensuality that is required.”

“Really?” Lena could have laughed. She was the least self-aware person on the planet and Mae had informed her of this many times.

“Yes, really,” snapped the Archmatria, obviously growing impatient with Lena’s timidity. “It also seems that you are in possession of something extremely special. Exquisite, in fact…”

Lena trembled and self-consciously wrapped her arms about her.

“Yes, your fluid contains a high saturation of copulins—a pheromone long since known to have the ability to control the male. Usually though, it is not produced when not in the presence of a man.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you produce it in abundance, Lena. An elusive, potent chemical that has the ability to attract, influence, and ultimately control the male. It is valuable indeed. This is why we are fast tracking you to the collecting chambers.”

“But why would you want to chemically control males? I don’t understand.”

“Not the males themselves, Lena, dear.” Archmatria Raquilla scratched her chin and seemed to be choosing her words very carefully. “As you know, birthrates of males have been falling.”

Lena nodded. She knew that
all
birthrates had been falling for three generations, but baby boys had been a rarity for a long time. Toxins in the atmosphere had caused most males to become sterile and the remaining fertile few had been hidden away in the manors where their viable seed was harvested.

“What you may not be aware of,” continued the Archmatria, “is that the collected seminal fluid contains an overwhelming percentage of X-chromosome sperm. And the number of Y-chromosome sperm has been declining to the point where we only find one or two in every hundred collections or so.”

“But I don’t understand. What’s that got to do with me and my pussy?” Lena flushed at the use of the word, but her confusion had brought anger with it. She didn’t want to be responsible for whatever it was that the Archmatria felt she should be responsible for. The Archmatria gave her a fierce look and Lena quickly and meekly apologized.

“Of course, it’s not an exact science.” The Archmatria had obviously decided that being as honest as she could with Lena was the best course of action. “But we are hoping that the introduction of your abundant pheromones will coax a chemical response from our donors.”

“You mean men,” Lena pointed out indignantly. A vision of a conveyor line of donors cranking past her open legs to receive her essence enraged her. She could see herself wearing a badge that stated her position and number—not a name in sight. She was scared.

“Yes, of course, men.” The Archmatria smiled, but it was done a little too quickly and offered no comfort to Lena. “We are hoping the response will be the production of more male gametes.”

“But how did you find out I have this thing?” Lena asked, saying the word ‘thing’ with distaste.

“Mae brought us the samples.”

Lena cast her mind back to the many lessons in pleasure Mae had given her.

“A simple swab was all that was required.”

“So what now?” Lena gazed out of the window to the gardens beyond. Autumn leaves were breaking free from their trees and tumbling around in the breeze.

“We will issue your papers, a uniform, and biometric pass as soon as possible, hopefully by the end of the week. But for now, you need to rest. You are exempt from attending further classes.”

Lena rolled her eyes, determined not to embrace her new status.

“Do you understand what this means, Lena?” The Archmatria had come around to the front of the desk and cupped Lena’s chin tenderly in her palms. “I know this is a shock, but we have been searching for someone like you for a very, very long time.”

* * * *

“Oh my God, I knew it!” Mae squealed. Lena had tried to walk past with her head down, not wanting to be noticed, but as usual, nothing got past Mae. Mae grabbed her shoulder, but Lena shrugged her off, desperate to escape. “The tests are back, aren’t they?”

Lena spun around and glared at Mae. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded. “I thought we were friends!” She wanted to say ‘lovers even’, but stopped. She’d just been a project to Mae, an experiment. She should have known nothing was what it seemed. Lena felt utterly betrayed by the woman who’d awoken her most intimate desires and played with them mercilessly.

“Oh, Lena, come on.” Mae went to stroke her arm, but Lena stormed off to the dorm.

“Don’t fucking follow me, Mae,” she shouted over her shoulder, holding up her hand in a way that she hoped looked like she meant what she said.

In her bunk, Lena closed her eyes and tried to make sense of the enormity of her situation. Rationally, and with the sense of duty so insistently rammed into her by her mother and the society as a whole, she knew what her responsibilities were. But emotionally, she was furious. She wanted to run around the place shrieking and tearing it apart. Her heart was broken. She felt humiliated and used.

Winding her sheets around her as tight as she could, she tried to constrict any movement that would hint at her being alive with her own free will. She wanted to physically mimic the constraint she felt here in this place and in her head. Wrapping up her entire body, including her head and face, she took care to pull tight around her chest and neck. The swaddling impeded her movements and slowed her mind. Pressure mounted all over her body. It eased on her ankle, so she stretched her leg out a little to tighten the bindings. Her breath was heating up the fabric around her face and she lay for a few moments, descending into her own thoughts.

It dawned on her that there was really nothing she could do about any of it. The women were told they were free to leave at any time, but Lena knew the gates were sealed. There was no way to leave without full cooperation from the Archmatria. Lena would have to do her time.

Fine. She would lie back with her legs open. They could do what they wanted with her body, but Lena made a pact with herself that her mind would remain guarded at all times.

Inhaling as deeply as she could in her bindings, she began to unwrap herself. Her arms were pinned fast to her chest and she wriggled trying to ease herself free. It was no good. As she wriggled, she got more tangled and hot. Panic took hold of her as the heated material encasing her face began to suffocate her. Muffled shouts swam in her own ears as she thrashed and writhed around her bed trying to break free.

“Lena! What the hell…” Mae yanked the sheet from Lena’s face and she gulped in air, choking and spluttering into her enemy’s face.

“Fuck off, Mae.” She hissed, feeling humiliated once more.

She was hot, sweaty, and still tangled when Mae straddled her, placing her succulent lips over Lena’s, kissing her hard. Lena pushed her head forward, trying to force her off, but Mae’s tongue had found a way in and snaked around inside, exploring and calming her. Lena gave in. What else could she do? If her sex juices were being procured to intoxicate some poor man’s sperm, well Lena could understand that sort of spell. Mae had well and truly cast one on her.

While pinning her to the bed, Mae devoured Lena’s mouth, shifting from her face to her neck. Lena concentrated on the bindings, tightening then releasing. It was arousing to feel so helpless and heat gathered between her tightly wrapped thighs.

Mae stopped kissing and roughly rolled Lena onto her front.

“You don’t know how special you are,” Mae whispered. She reached down to Lena’s bottom, smoothing the linen bandages over her buttocks. Lena responded by lifting her hips, pressing her ass up to meet the caresses. “You don’t know. But I know.” Mae’s voice was soft, but there was an edge to it that Lena hadn’t heard before. A hint of anger, perhaps? Lena’s pussy dampened at the thought that she’d driven Mae to fury. Would Mae punish her?

Mae harshly tugged at the sheets encasing Lena’s ass and yanked and pulled until her cheeks were exposed. Lena held her breath. She was terrified and excited all at once.
Smack!
A noise split the electrified silence a second before the raw sting came. Her ass burned then
smack! Smack! Smack!
All in quick succession, getting harder each time. Mae was angry and taking it out on Lena’s bare flesh. She tensed and braced herself for the next onslaught. And it came. Hard.

The smacking sounds echoed around the room and Lena could no longer distinguish the echoes from the actual blows; they were coming so quickly. Mae was breathing hard and the occasional grunt would follow the smacks. It made Lena wet and horny. She circled her constrained hips and wiggled her thighs as best she could to try and get relief. The smacks had stopped and Mae blew her cooling breath over Lena’s painful buttocks, soothed it with her palm, and gently probed the depths between with her fingertips.

“Nice and slippery,” Mae cooed and slid two digits down the length of Lena’s pussy and into her.

Lena felt the familiar rush of excitement and lifted her buttocks further into the air. Mae responded by burying her fingers deep into the welcoming hole. Still tied and pinned in all areas of her body, Lena focused all her attention on her sex which was being pummeled and ravaged by Mae’s expert fingers. Somehow, Lena managed to shuffle her bound hands down her stomach and up to her mound where she could just reach her peaking pleasure nub. She was so hot and ready for an orgasm that just a couple of seconds rubbing through her panties made her shudder and come into her bindings and over Mae’s delectable hands.

Panting, Mae flopped on top of her and bit into Lena’s shoulder while she ground her mound into Lena’s still exposed buttocks. A few wriggling motions and groaning was all it took for Mae to come and they laid in silence, waiting for the twitching to subside and their breathing to slow.

“I’m sorry you feel used,” she whispered into Lena’s hair. “But think of it, Lena, you’re going to be a fucking savior.”