My day in the Factory began in the usual way. A loud bell woke myself and my dorm mates from our slumber and we streamed into the large canteen for our breakfast. This was followed by a quick visit to the communal shower which seemed a little cooler than it normally was.
I occasionally glanced at the other women's bodies, still not quite used to sharing this moment with 10 others. After drying ourselves off we headed into the locker room and put on our 'uniform' which consisted of nothing more than a simple pair of white panties. I remember my shock on the first day of work, seeing this was considered my work clothes!
Before work could begin we had to submit to our morning security check. Me and my colleagues, all female, lined up and waited for the door to open. As if on cue, a burly male guard opened the door and motioned for us to go in. The room was lined with metal tables and a guard stood by each one. They weren't mean or anything, but waiting for them to check me always caused a stir of butterflies in my tummy.
I was beckoned forward and joined a guard by the table. "Morning" he grumbled and guided me to bend over the table. The metal was cold against my breasts and I felt my nipples harden immediately. The guard pulled my panties down and with a lubed, gloved finger he began a gentle probe of my holes. He started with my pussy gently spreading my labia and slowly but firmly pressed a finger in. As he worked I looked in front of me and watched as a girl in front was having the same treatment as me. The guards seemed to work almost in tandem, gently pumping a finger in.
I could never help it, but it always turned me on and to my shame I always felt my pussy getting wetter as the guard probed further into my pussy. Then as soon as it started it ended and then his finger began probing my ass as his other hand spread my cheeks. He slid it in knuckle deep and wiggled a little. I bit my lip to hold in the groan and he did it again. Closing my eyes I did my best to think about something else until finally he was finished.
He gave me a quick wipe with a cold cloth and pulled up my panties. With a gentle pat on my bottom, I was on my way.
I then filed on to the factory floor and found my seat alongside a large conveyor belt. As I waited for work to begin I looked at the rows of conveyor belts that stretched out in front of me. The Factory made adult toys ranging from simple rubber dildos, and vibrators up to large mechanical sex machines. It also manufactured toys that bordered between pain and pleasure. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, gags, spreader bars and cuffs were all standard things to see during a normal work day.
On the wall next to me were the rules written in bold on a big plaque:
Staff will address management by Sir or Mistress
Staff will submit to security checks immediately upon request
Slutty behaviour will not be tolerated and punishments will be severe
I sat up a little straighter in my seat and realised that the seats around me had been filled. I was glad the factory was kept to a nice warm heat, especially sitting their half naked. We all sat poised, waiting for work to begin as the Foreman began strolling along the aisles. He checked the clock and when he seemed satisfied he signalled with his hand. As if by magic the conveyor belts jerked to life, and after a few seconds various toys began rolling into view in front of me.
I worked on quality control, which was a simple but important job. I checked each toy for any defects. Things had to be checked for length, girth, smoothness, flexibility, stiching, strength and, where applicable, any wiring. It was fairly boring after a while but every so often a new item would appear on the belt and cause a flutter of excitement in me. Today was one of those days.
It was a vibrating dildo, fairly big and boasted up to ten speeds. Part of my job was to make sure each one worked. I pressed the button on the side and it gently hummed into life. Another press and the intensity increased. By the fourth press the head of the dildo started to rotate slowly. Another press added stronger vibrations and a faster harder twist.
I couldn't help the dampness that pooled in my panties, I tried to press my thighs together to relieve some pressure and I had to press the button quickly to get to the end. I tossed the toy back on to the belt but to my dismay, more were coming down the line. To add to it, the girls around me were also testing them, so the sounds of buzzing and whirring filled my ears. My clit throbbed and all I could think about was how it would feel in my pussy.
