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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Training Academy
Chapter One
Was she falling in love with a woman? She couldnÕt be sure. The
couple was dashingly handsome. All eyes were upon them as they mingled
in the room, or so it seemed to Emily, fresh from her college exams and
still dressed in the ripped jeans and t-shirt sheÕd worn to take them in.
Life was becoming mundane for Emily. She had been looking forward to
college but the sorority had turned out to be nothing but snot-nosed
chicks, who seemed jealous of her beauty. For Emily was very beautiful,
even if it wasnÕt apparent as she stood at the back of the room at the
party, watching the glamorous young couple mingling with the other
guests. Emily often purposely dressed this way, in grunge clothing, for
she had like Kurt Cobain when she was younger and the plainness of her
clothing seemed to give her a retreat from the stares she would otherwise
get if she dressed more fashionably. With her wide blue eyes Emily
watched the man and the woman, so comfortable in the limelight, under
the stares that made Emily cringe when she attracted that kind of
attention. She wished she could be like the woman she was looking at
now, easily accepting all that attention, living within it and absorbing it
and growing from it, instead of feeling crushed by it, as Emily did.
Perhaps it was because her step-mom had always been jealous of
her that Emily had taken to disliking her beauty. That, and how every guy,
no matter how handsome or nerdy, hit on her. Guys who would feel shy
about talking to a less attractive girl seemed unable to help themselves
when they saw Emily. She was the sort they just had to talk to, the kind
they would kill themselves over for not talking to if they let the chance
slip by. So everyone, it seemed, made the attempt to get hold of her. To
make her their girlfriend. Yes, there were several tiers of girls, as Emily
had learned over the years. On the bottom rung, or perhaps underneath it,
lying on the floor, were girls so ugly that no man would be caught dead
speaking to them, unless he were desperate, and then afterwards, after
doing it to her, he would flee as soon as his conscience returned.
Next up were girls who werenÕt too attractive, which guys used as a
sort of Ôback stopÕ. This was the sort of girl you fucked when you were
having bad luck, the Ôput a bag over headÕ sort.
Or perhaps that was the next rung up, Emily wasnÕt quite sure. In
any event somewhere above that were girls who were attractive, but not
in any smashingly beautiful sort of way. These were the girls who served
male needs in an ordinary way, the kind most men wound up marrying.
Then there were the beautiful girls. These were the girls who guys
felt shy about asking out. The ones who complained that they didnÕt get
enough dates because too many guys were afraid of how nice they looked.
And, finally, there was Emily. The truly awesome girls. The kind
that every man felt he just had to ask. Which was why Emily had taken to
grunge, besides liking Kurt, to assuage her step-momÕs jealously and to
escape from all the panting guys. Not that it necessarily worked. Even
now Emily could feel several pairs of male eyes upon her, as she put her
punch glass up to her lips, trying to hide her face with it. She could feel
the men undressing her, but she kept her eyes on the glamorous couple, the
couple so easy under all those stares, and to her surprise, though she was
tucked way back at the back of the room, she found the so-pretty
glamorous young wife meeting her eyes, returning her stare.
She seemed to be coming toward Emily. The crowd parted to let her
and her husband pass, though reluctantly, wanting to be a part of their
beauty and glamour, to hold on to it. To EmilyÕs blushing surprise she
found the woman coming up to her, even as she held her punch glass
protectively up in front of her mouth, wishing it was bigger and she could
hide her whole face behind it.
ÒHello,Ó the glamorous woman said to Emily. The words seemed to
drip off her lips, like honey. ÒMy nameÕs Beth. And yours?Ó
Emily felt her glass quivering in her hand. She lowered it a little.
The woman was truly gorgeous, perhaps 23, her husband, standing tall and
grand beside her, about 25. Eighteen-year-old Emily managed to get her
glass below her chin and whispered her name:
ÒEmily.Ó
ÒSuch a nice name,Ó Beth said to her husband. ÒOh, this is Mark. My
boyfriend,Ó Beth said. Emily gasped. They were not married! She let her
eyes flick up to the manÕs face. He was truly handsome; a god. She felt
like she was meeting her favorite movie star, though she had not even
known heÕd existed until the couple had walked in the room, just ten
minutes ago. She blushed and smiled at him. ÒI think she likes you,Ó Beth
remarked to her husband, bringing titters from the assembled host, those
nearby enough to hear. EmilyÕs blush deepened. Yet something in the way
the woman had said that intrigued her, as if she were a little puppy, and
the woman her newfound master. It was a strange thought. The woman
reached out and Emily felt the warm press of her hand coming into her
own. She squeezed EmilyÕs palm, as if to reassure her that her remark had
not been meant to be demeaning. And yet the callous streak remained in
this glamorous woman as she turned again to her husband and said, ÒI
would so much like to take her home.Ó There were more titters. But Emily
seemed to hear a sigh of desire in this new round of laughter, as if,
noticing her for the first time, seeing through her grunge clothing, the
crowd seemed to agree.
Much to EmilyÕs surprise, she found herself leaving the party two
hours later under the womanÕs umbrella. It had taken to raining outside,
Emily was warm from dancing with a forgettable assortment of men, and
with the entirely unforgettable boyfriend of Beth. EmilyÕs hand was in the
womanÕs hand, as she held her umbrella over them both.
ÒIÕm so glad you decided to let us give you a ride home,Ó the woman
was saying to Emily. ÒMy, itÕs wet outside. And to think youÕd have gotten
drenched if you hadnÕt come with us. DidnÕt you know rain was
predicted?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Emily said. ÒI just got through with college exams.Ó
ÒI donÕt think weÕre the only ones who would have offered Emily a
ride,Ó Mark said as they reached the coupleÕs car by the curb.
ÒYes but the others were so entirely uninteresting, donÕt you think
dear?Ó Beth asked the girl.
ÒYes,Ó Emily agreed.
ÒI could see the look on your face as you danced with them,Ó Beth
said. ÒReally it was rather a tedious crowd. More football players than I
prefer. They have their use of course, but such a one-track mind. Now
last week Mark took me to a party where there were a lot of artists. They
donÕt have much money but they can provide such scintillating
conversation!Ó Mark opened the car door. Beth put Emily into the car and
followed her, after closing her umbrella. Mark went round to the other
side of the car, after closing the passenger-side door, and got in and
started it. ÒDo you have a boyfriend?Ó Beth asked Emily in the darkness of
the car. They pulled out into traffic as Emily answered,
ÒNo. Not since I started college.Ó
ÒWhat? No boyfriend? And here it is almost Christmas. Well,
almost Thanksgiving, actually, but I work in the fashion and planning
section of a department store and weÕre getting everything ready for
Christmas. Really rushing at it, you know, so we can hit the customers
with a big ÔoomphÕ the day after Thanksgiving. Did you have a boyfriend in
high school?Ó Beth asked the girl who was squeezed into the front seat
between herself and her boyfriend.
ÒYes. Several,Ó Emily said. ÒMostly I found myself in the back seats
of their cars.Ó
ÒHigh school boys are like college boys,Ó Beth said. ÒOne track
minds.Ó
ÒIt was okay,Ó Emily said. She didnÕt want to sound like a prude.
ÒOf course itÕs okay,Ó Beth said, and startled Emily by putting her
hand on the girlÕs thigh. But after a quick blush, which Beth fortunately
couldnÕt see in the dark, Emily found she liked the warm feeling of the
womanÕs hand grasping her jean-clad leg. The fabric was thin. She could
feel the womanÕs pressing fingers, like a spider that, to EmilyÕs surprise,
began to work its way up her leg towards her crotch.
ÒMy boyfriend and I have never been exclusive in our love for one
another,Ó Emily found Beth telling her when they had reached their
apartment, Emily being invited inside for a quick nightcap before they took
her home. She was sitting in a state-of-the-art fashionably appointed
apartment. BethÕs job as a fashion planner for a department store really
showed. It must be an upscale department store, Emily mused, as she
looked at the magazine-perfect furnishings. It was all quite a change
from her dimly-lit shared dorm room, with garish posters of Axel Rose on
the walls, tattered from one of her roommateÕs boyfriends throwing
jealous darts at it, and an old ripped poster of dead rocker Kurt.
ÒMy, itÕs really starting to pour outside,Ó Mark said, standing at the
curtains that covered a big picture window and edging them apart to look
outside. ÒHow would you like to stay the night?Ó Mark asked Emily. The
girl felt herself blushing again. It was forward sort of thing to ask, but
like BethÕs tendency to treat her like a puppy it had a certain allure.
ÒI-I donÕt know,Ó Emily answered.
ÒSheÕs quite shy,Ó Beth said, and startled Emily again by putting her
arm around her. Beth was grinning at her husband but Emily felt as if all
the womanÕs attention was really directed at her, as she felt the womanÕs
hand on her shoulder, clasping it as she had clasped her thigh in the car.
ÒI wouldnÕt want to get wet,Ó Emily said, hearing for the first time
the sound of the downpour outside as its intensity increased.
ÒYes. Already your clothes are little moist from hurrying in from
our car,Ó Beth said. She looked at her own clothes. ÒMine are moist too,Ó
she said disapprovingly. EmilyÕs clothes felt dry enough, she thought to
herself, as she felt the womanÕs arm clasping her, but there was an
obvious dampness to the air outside and she had been exposed to it, as
well as the uncomfortable chill that the night air had descended into.
Seemingly reading her thoughts Beth said, ÒOf course it isnÕt a noticeable
moistness, but the air was so damp outside.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Emily agreed. She watched as the womanÕs eyes glanced
across her, falling on her breasts. With her own eyes she silently
retaliated, taking in her own view of her hostessÕ breasts. They were big
fine ripe breasts, about the same size of her own, which was saying a lot
since Emily was noted for her tit-size, which she tried to keep as
concealed as possible, admittedly with not much success, under her baggy
grunge t-shirts. Together the two females watched as their breath made
their bosoms rise and fall. They listened to the sound of their breathing
as they sat there on the fashionably-covered corded chenille couch.
ÒWe donÕt have a guest room. I suppose Mark could sleep on the
sofa,Ó Beth said to Emily, addressing herself in fact to the girlÕs breasts
as she continued looking at them.
ÒOh, I wouldnÕt want to put him out,Ó Emily answered, still gazing at
BethÕs cleavage.
ÒIf you are to stay with us we would want you to join us in our
exercises before bedtime,Ó Beth said to Emily. The girlÕs eyes flicked up
to the womanÕs face.
ÒWh- what sort of exercises?Ó Emily asked her hostess. Beth lifted
her eyes from EmilyÕs breasts and looked at her boyfriend.
ÒWhat sort of exercises are we going to do this evening, dear?Ó Beth
asked Mark. He coughed, self-consciously, and said,
ÒI thought we might go into the back room.Ó
ÒWould you like to join us?Ó Beth asked Emily. Her hand fell down
from EmilyÕs shoulder and touched EmilyÕs right breast. The girl flinched
under the womanÕs touch but didnÕt refuse her as she began to knead her
bra-encased tit under her shirt. As Emily gazed now into the womanÕs
eyes, she saw a certain callousness there, amidst her beautiful features,
and to her surprise she liked it.
ÒI suppose I could,Ó Emily found herself answering. ÒBut I didnÕt
bring my gym clothes or anything. My jeans are kind of tight.Ó And they
were, for the one pleasure Emily allowed herself, in her grunge-attired
life, was a good tight pair of jeans. She liked the feel of them against her
skin, wedging up into her in unexpected places, making her feel held and
loved even when she didnÕt have a boyfriend. Of course she let her t-shirt
hang down loose over her jeans. Otherwise her tight-clad ass would have
been a spectacle that every boy on campus would have felt Hell-bound to
view.
ÒGym clothes?Ó Beth asked. She laughed, looking again at her
husband. ÒIÕm afraid we donÕt wear any clothes when we exercise, dear,Ó
Beth told the girl. ÒAfter all itÕs just my boyfriend and I here.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Emily said. The woman grasped EmilyÕs tit-flesh more firmly,
making her shrink down into the seat a little.
ÒIn fact if you want to join us you must first show us what you
have,Ó Beth said to the girl.
ÒWhat- what do you mean?Ó Emily asked, her whole body quivering a
little as she answered.
ÒI mean youÕre wearing a big awful baggy shirt, and that obviously
has to go,Ó the fashion-planner woman said to her, with department-store
sureness. ÒStand up,Ó she said to Emily. To the girlÕs surprise, perhaps to
escape the womanÕs grasping hand on her tit, she complied. ÒLift up your
shirt,Ó Beth said to the girl. ÒI know youÕre in college but my boyfriend
and I are not interested in you for your scintillating conversation, I can
assure you.Ó
ÒWh- what do you mean?Ó Emily asked, and blushed at the simple
naivete of her statement. Nonetheless with puppy-like obedience she
raised her shirt, revealing her tight-sheathed hips.
ÒTurn around,Ó Beth said to the girl. Emily turned, so that she was
now no longer facing the woman sheÕd sat beside, whom she had turned to
show her belly as she raised her shirt for her. Instead she was looking
now at Mark, as the woman reached up and around her hips and found her
front clasp and jean buttons, her hands moving with experienced grace as
she undid EmilyÕs jeans.
ÒOh! What are you doing?Ó Emily asked, still holding up her shirt to
show the bareness of her flat belly as the woman pulled down the front of
her pants. Her white panties were exposed, simple neat school girl
panties. A moment later, as she shivered and twisted under the womanÕs
assault, she felt the back of her jeans worked down. Her bottom bulged,
modestly clad in her plain white cotton panties. The adept womanÕs
fingers took hold of the waistband of her undies. She yanked them down,
and Emily gasped as she felt the cool air of the living room touch her
naked behind.
ÒMy, what fine merchandise, and so white and perfect,Ó Emily heard
Beth say behind her, as her bare naked cheeks shivered under the womanÕs
gaze. Mark, who had been in front of Emily, deftly stepped behind her so
that he too could see what was now on display. He had to lean forward
some, for there wasnÕt enough room for him to actually stand behind her,
but the effect was the same, Emily standing there with her shirt still
abjectly raised, her naked behind making a spectacle of itself as it jutted
with brazen grace into the face of the woman sitting behind her. ÒShall
we let her join us?Ó Beth asked her boyfriend.
ÒWe must insist on it,Ó Mark said,with not-too-effectively disguised
awe in his voice.
ÒWh- What will we do in the back room?Ó Emily heard herself say in
a high squeaky voice, her hands trembling as she kept her shirt
inexplicably raised. Beth made her sit down again on the couch. But she
would not allow Emily to pull up her pants first. The girl, her panties and
jeans ringing her thighs, felt her naked ass press into the chenille seat as
she sat down again. It was soft, very comfortable, and rather awkwardly
alluring and special, a feeling Emily found to her great surprise that she
liked. Beth nodded to Mark and he came to the girl and relieved her of the
need to hold up her shirt. He pulled it off her, leaving her clad only in her
white bra from the waist up.
ÒWeÕre into bondage,Ó Beth said to Emily. She lifted a hand and
seemed to try to untangle the girlÕs long blonde hair with it. Her own was
perfectly coiffed, pinned up, jet black and lustrous, obviously the product
of long hours at a beauty salon. ÒYouÕve passed the first test. You have an
excellent ass for it.Ó
ÒIs-is that necessary?Ó Emily asked, glancing fearfully at the
woman beside her, feeling her boyfriend standing over them both, his
crotch rising rather obviously in his pants.
ÒYes,Ó Beth explained. ÒWhen we find a girl we think we might like
we invite them up,Ó she said. ÒA girl or, once, a guy,Ó she said, blushing a
little. ÒBut itÕs important that they qualify physically. My boyfriend and I
have very exacting tastes. I like to see a good-sized cock and pair of balls
on a guy. And IÕm not without opinions on girls, since I see so many of
them. A nice pair of tits, which you obviously have. And a pretty young
bottom. Nice and tight, with perfect unmarked flesh. Not that it will be
unmarked when weÕre through with it, of course,Ó Beth added, winking, and
Emily, shivering beside the woman, couldnÕt figure out whether she was
telling the truth or simply being casually forward and callous, as both she
and her husband seemed to have a tendency to be.
ÒSo- so youÕve had a lot of girls j- join you?Ó Emily asked. She
didnÕt know what to do with her hands and modestly cupped them over her
braÕs cups as she sat there, her hostsÕ eyes upon her, her bare ass pressing
into their chenille sofa seat. The womanÕs hand had fallen upon her thigh
again, pressing itself hotly to its warm naked skin, above the place where
her jeans ringed her legs. Mark seemed more obvious than ever, in his
crotch, as he stood over Emily, his prong displaying itself through the
expensive fabric of his trousers.
ÒYes,Ó Beth said. Her hand crept higher. Emily felt a wetness come
to the gusset of her panties. ÒAnd although we will spend time quite
intimately together in the back room, I donÕt want you to get any ideas in
your head about us loving one another. Especially my boyfriend,Ó Beth
said, glancing at the man as she spoke of him.
ÒOh, oh no!Ó Emily agreed. She felt herself swoon at the realization
that she might in fact have this dashing man standing over her.
ÒSo would you like to join us?Ó Beth asked.
ÒI- I donÕt know,Ó Emily said, trying to recover her conscience and
her composure as she felt her eyes drawn to the prong sticking so lewdly
from MarkÕs pants. It was a big one. It would pin her to the floor if he
stuck it into her, like a trapped butterfly, like a little puppy mounted by a
big bad dog.
ÒNot knowing qualifies as a yes here,Ó Beth told Emily. ÒJust to
make sure that you know you canÕt keep my boyfriend IÕm going to begin
our exercises with a good smart caning of your pretty ass.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Emily said, but just then the womanÕs hand reached her
panties, pressing inbetween her legs, and she felt herself swoon more
deeply as Mark made to undo the fly of his pants. A moment later he was
free, his big cock sticking forth like some 12-inch weapon. It was a very
big one, Emily gasped to herself, and her lust for it was not being
dampened by the expert way Beth was now stimulating her between her
legs.
ÒHow much pain can you stand? That is the question weÕll answer
tonight, for you,Ó Beth said to Emily when all three of them were standing
naked in the back room. Emily found herself gasping as she looked around
at the coupleÕs display of ÔexerciseÕ equipment. It was the most up-to-
date bondage gear, and she had never seen such things before, although she
had sometimes read of them, late at night, in boyfriendless excursions
into newsgroups on the internet, chastising herself afterwards for her
inexplicable interest, however fleeting, in such dark subjects. Now for
the first time such things were laid out before her, indeed she had been
stripped of the rest of her clothing by her hostsÕ loving hands and was
being invited to try these things.
ÒWhat- what must I do?Ó Emily asked. She wished she could turn
and run but somehow it was not in her. She stood rooted to the spot,
drinking in the awful things around her. They looked medieval, a far cry
from the tasteful modernity of the furnishings in the other rooms of the
coupleÕs apartment. There was a rude simplicity to the things. Bare wood,
some of it cut and scarred, with iron shackles and chains waited to
receive her body. Awful devices of mysterious design loomed on shelves
and lay strewn on the floor. A toilet stood in one corner of the room. It
was brazenly utilitarian, leaking into a pan at the back and with a single
white roll of toilet paper hanging on the wall beside it. In fact it seemed
like a prison toilet, that one saw sometimes in the movies, it was so bare
and plain. It did however have a seat, but without a comforter like her
step-momÕs toilet always had. It was white, not made of metal but of
porcelain. But there wasnÕt a hint of fashion to it, it was there to be peed
into, or shitted in, with the eyes of everyone else in the room freely able
to watch whoever made use of it.
When Beth saw Emily staring at the toilet, at its rude frankness
there in the corner of the room, an idea came to her. Her eyes lit up
mischievously and she said,
ÒIf you are hoping not to have to use that then we must cure your
inhibition,Ó Beth said, as Mark locked the door to the back room with a key.
ÒBefore your whipping, which is going to be an exploration of your ability
to endure pain, I want to see how you can handle pain inside of yourself, as
opposed to being laid across your naked ass.Ó She went to a shelf. She
took down what looked to Emily like something that belonged in a hospital.
It was a pouch-like, elongated plastic bag. It had tubing coming out of one
end of it, which Beth held coiled in her hand, her other hand holding the
bag aloft and displaying it to BethÕs eyes. ÒThis is an enema bag,Ó Beth
said to Emily. ÒI want to put the end of it up your bottom and fill your
guts with hot fluid. Not too hot, since it will, I assume, be your first
time, your first try. Then, after a suitable interval of wonderful agony in
which you are forbidden relief, you will be allowed to rush to the toilet.
YouÕll probably cramp as you try to get all the fluid out of you. Some will
burst forth, of course, but getting it all out takes a little while, for it
will be pumped deep up into your bottom.Ó
ÒNot- not in my pussy?Ó Emily asked, feeling quite wet between her
legs now and desiring to have something put there, after her many long
months without a boyfriend.
ÒNo. In your bottom,Ó Beth said. She laughed. ÒWill you let me
abuse you, my sweet?Ó
ÒWhy why do you want to do this?Ó Emily asked, as she found herself
being invited to kneel down on a big fluffy towel, Mark setting up an I.V.
pole behind her and Emily hanging the bag from it. She wanted Mark,
wanted his big penis to take her and do her hard, but her hosts seemed to
wish to delay matters, for reasons she didnÕt understand.
ÒLift your bottom higher,Ó Beth answered. Emily complied, feeling
like a wanton little puppy as she raised her bare ass before Emily and her
boyfriend. She felt her cunny lips tingling between her legs. She wanted
something in her so badly now, it had been high school when she had last
felt something good and hard riding her up between her legs. And it had
never been as big as Mark was! ÒThatÕs good,Ó Beth said, when Emily had
her bare seat arched up almost vertically, her knees apart on the folded
towel, which was hospital white, her toes curling and wiggling as she felt
a vaselined finger tip touch her between the globes of her ass.
ÒOh!Ó Emily gasped, realizing it was not Mark but Beth who was
touching her there! The finger wedged into her tight little hole. She
resisted, the finger pushed harder.
ÒYouÕre very tight,Ó Beth said with seeming disapproval. Her finger,
now inside Emily, just inside, lubricated the anal ring of EmilyÕs ass,
despite the girlÕs clenching bottom halves. Emily felt little explosions of
breath escape from her throat as the finger greased her. A moment later a
hard plastic tip, itself greased, prodded EmilyÕs hole. Again she tightened
her bottom, trying to deny the impending entry, but it managed, after a
moment, to slip into her. It threaded her. Emily gasped aloud, feeling the
tube worked up into her behind.
Mark gazed down at the girl, his cock stiffly saluting her. She was a
real beauty. Her ass was perfect, the kind he really liked, a taut young
school girl bottom, her legs and waist and back tanned, the place where
she usually wore a swimsuit, across her seat, girlishly white. Her thin
legs, which were long but without too much fat on the thighs, more like
the legs of a 14-year-old instead of an 18-year-old trembled. Her bottom
seat clenched as Beth finished sticking the enema tube into it. The girl
was fetchingly compliant. He knew why; she wanted his cock up her. Well,
she would get that last, at the end of the evening, as a reward for her good
behavior, if she behaved, Mark told himself. Emily reached up to the bag
and loosened its clasp.
ÒIÕm going to start it now, dear,Ó Emily told the girl. The liquid
began to flow. Mark watched the fluid trail down the tubing and into
EmilyÕs ass. The girl let out a shriek.
ÒThe first part wonÕt hurt,Ó Beth told Emily, ÒI didnÕt make the
water excessively hot.Ó Nonetheless Emily felt shock as the unexpected
feeling of her colon being filled took her. It was strange, like being filled
up at a gas pump. She had never felt it before. She looked up between her
legs at MarkÕs knees. She wished she could see higher, to the thing
standing up between his legs. The sight of it would make all this seem
worthwhile.
After a bit Emily began to feel not just the lewdness of the fluid in
her bottomhole but a strange full feeling, as if her, or rather her behind,
had had a big dinner. It got worse, as the minutes passed, and suddenly
she felt quite full indeed. In fact she felt painfully full, and she bleated
out that Beth must stop the flow.
ÒA little more. You can take a little more,Ó Beth urged the girl,
looking at the bag and seeing that she had taken only half of it. She was a
novice, but she was here to feel pain. Beth told her as much, saying, ÒYou
are here to test your limits and expand them, dear. Take some more.
Ignore the pain, if you can. You must be widened in any event. You are
much too young and tight.Ó
ÒDo you think she should be forced to sit on the phallus?Ó Mark asked
his girlfriend, a casual sureness in his voice which shocked Emily, even
more than the fluid that seemed to be splitting her guts.
ÒYes. Absolutely,Ó Beth said. She reached up and turned off the
flow. She told Emily, saying, ÒItÕs off now dear. Let us converse about
your bottom-training, that you will need, if you are to take MarkÕs cock up
your ass as you surely must learn to do.Ó
ÒOh! Please! Let me get up! IÕve got to--Ó
ÒI know what youÕve got to do, youÕre full of fluid and want to shit it
out of your pretty ass,Ó Beth said, herself and her boyfriend kneeling down
on the floor now to hold Emily in place.
ÒOh but I MUST!Ó Emily said, her bottom still sporting the tubing that
ran up to the enema bag.
ÒThere are many things that we must do, and then certain things that
we have to do,Ó Beth told the girl, running a hand through her blonde
unkempt hair. ÒYou must go to the bathroom, but you have to remain
kneeling. And what is this that you do with your lovely hair? Why is it
not combed and brushed?Ó
ÒI- I had to take three exams today,Ó Emily said. ÒI was late getting
up.Ó Her voice came out gasping, and she was surprised at herself for her
ability to answer questions about her day as the painful enema fluid
remained in her ass, pushing her to the brink of her ability to endure it.
Was it really off? She felt as if it were growing still in fullness inside
her, a baby in her bottom, desperate to be born.
ÒI think we should let her get up now,Ó Mark said after another
minute.
ÒAlright,Ó Beth said reluctantly. Emily sprag to her feet. ÒBut she
looked so nice kneeling there,Ó Beth said. ÒShe will have to endure a
whipping after this.Ó Emily rushed toward the toilet, her hands reaching
back and clutching her bare schoolgirl seat. Her bottom was jamming
itself together, but she wasnÕt sure she could hold what had been put up
her. It was dying to come out, she was in dire need to release it.
With a whooshing sigh Emily managed to turn herself around and plop
down on the commode. Immediately a violent splashing sound was heard
as her guts emptied themselves, dropping the enema into the toilet. More
and more fluid came, all embarrassingly shit-brown. Emily felt as if her
entire insides were being emptied into the toilet. It was making a mess
under her, splashing up all over her ass. Abjectly she looked up at her
hosts. At the same moment a powerful pain suddenly gripped her stomach.
She was cramping! BethÕs eyes widened with delight as poor Emily
hunched suddenly over, a hand clapping itself to her flat but terribly
pained belly. She felt as if she had a knot in her, traveling all the way up
from her bottom hole to her naval. It worsened. She screamed. Her
disheveled blonde hair hung down in front of her face, hiding her
embarrassed eyes, as she groaningly released more of the enema fluid into
the toilet. Her breasts quivered nakedly, her bottom arched more fully
upon the commode. She was a creature of shit, nothing more, naked and
pitiable. To her horror, in her extreme distress, looking up through her
veil of unkempt hair, she saw that Mark had begun to massage his big tool
with his hand. And BethÕs fingers were busy, between her legs. The
woman reached out and took the free hand of her lover, keeping one hand up
between the lips of her cunt. The couple smiled at each other, then at
Emily.
ÒYou have been most stimulating, dear,Ó Beth said, as EmilyÕs
cramps began to fade. The girl sat up on the toilet. She tossed her hair
back.
ÒMy ass is a mess,Ó Emily confessed.
ÒYes. WeÕre going to give you a bath and comb that pretty hair of
yours before your whipping,Ó Beth said to the girl. ÒI want you to look
your very best for it.Ó
An hour later they were back in the room where Emily had suffered
the enema. She was sparkling clean, the mess in the toilet had been
flushed and forgotten. She felt strangely empty in back, in her behind, as
if something needed to be put in her there. Quickly she dismissed the
thought. She had never taken anything in her bottom! That awful tube had
been the first. She looked at Mark and Emily. Did they plan to test her ass
some more? Emily picked up a long thin rod of wood that was lying on the
floor. She gave it a swish. Emily jumped, staring at it. The thing had
remarkable flexibility. Beth took a pair of leather gloves from a shelf and
slipped them on.
ÒSometimes I get blisters if I donÕt wear the gloves,Ó Beth explained
to the girl. ÒNow turn around. Show me your ass again. I want to see how
much of this you can take on your pretty bottom.Ó
To her surprise, Emily turned. She leaned forward a little, making
her breasts hang slightly, arching out her seat for Beth and Mark to have a
look at it. The couple inspected it with slow, lingering caresses. Emily
jumped as they again tested the resiliency of her little hiney-hole
between the cheeks of her ass.
ÒYouÕre right. She is quite tight,Ó Mark said to his girlfriend.
ÒYes,Ó Beth said. ÒI want her to sit on the phallus stool later
tonight. And really ride it. Stuff herself with it and use it to open
herself. Perhaps we can invite the couple downstairs to come up and help
give her encouragement.Ó
ÒSure. She could serve them hors d'oeuvres before hand. ÔWelcome
to my little bottom hole opening,ÕÓ Mark laughed.
ÒOh! You two are awful!Ó Emily said.
ÒAnd you love us for it, donÕt you?Ó Beth asked. The girl didnÕt
answer. Beth took her to a post in the center of the room. ÒThis is much
more fun than anything you can find on campus, isnÕt it?Ó Beth asked the
girl. Emily bit her lip. Beth bound her to the post with her hands lifted
high and buckled into iron cuffs. Her belly was pressed to the post. Her
tits were split by it, resting with uptilted grace on either side of it like
saddle-bags. Mark slipped a fresh folded towel between EmilyÕs belly and
the post. It made her ass jut out. A leather band, bound around her waist
by Beth, kept her ribs forced against the tall round pole. Another band of
leather was ringed around both her thighs, pressing her legs more firmly,
in unison, against the thick pole, and ensuring that the pillow remained in
place, against her belly, forcing her to show her ass in a most brazen and
rude fashion, the stance of her legs gently opening her bottom crack,
giving a half-hidden, shadowed peek at her hole. Her back hole, that her
hosts threatened to have her accept a dildo later in the evening, in front of
their neighbors.
Mark told Emily to open her mouth. He put a rubber wedge into it as
Emily heard Beth swish the long whippy rod through the air behind her.
Then a cloth gag followed, holding the wedge in place, being bound around
the back of her head, against her beautiful hair, as Emily felt the wedge
settle on her tongue, forcing it back to the back of her mouth, almost to
her tonsils. Emily coughed, gagging. Mark put a finger under her nose to
check that breath was still able to flow in and out of her, through her
nostrils, despite the big rubber and cloth gag stuffing her mouth.
ÒI donÕt want the neighbors to hear, for IÕm going to make you
scream,Ó Beth said to Emily with a casualness that frightened her.
Scarier still was the prospect that Mark would take no hand in her
punishment, standing idly by, his hand stroking his big wonderful dick,
while Beth punished her as much as her own deviant sense of pleasure, and
perhaps jealousy, dictated. The rod swished again, catching only air. ÒI
make no bones about it. If this is your first time itÕs going to be quite
painful,Ó Beth warned Emily. ÒIt would be quite painful in any event, for I
donÕt believe in going easy on a girl. ÒYou will be shocked at how harsh it
is. Mark likes to see a good hard whipping delivered as much as I do. We
donÕt believe in coddling sissies. Do you think you are ready for it?Ó Beth
asked Emily. The girl remained motionless, except for her ass, which was
flexing nervously, making her hiney-hole seem to wink at her hosts. Then,
to her abject horror, she nodded.
Perhaps it was her years of coping with her step-momÕs jealousy,
perhaps it was the stares she always received, the lusting stares, when
she didnÕt wear the plainest grungiest clothes, and which she received in
any event even when she did wear them. Perhaps she was trying to reject
her incredible beauty. Indeed it seemed like she would never be beautiful
again as the rod came screaming down against her bare bottom. Its force
made her groan, then cry out with terrified pain. There was of course no
reason for this, there was nothing to be cured, nothing to be fixed, if
anything she would need fixing after it was done, as her pretty white
bottom suffered a bright red rod-mark across its seat, her cheeks flexing
frantically in an effort to throw off the suddenly inflicted pain. Emily
cried into her gag. Tears sprang to her eyes. The couple waited, watching
the lurid display of her ass as she tried to recover from the terrible blow,
feeling it all across her bottom, like a hot brand laid forever against her
formerly white flesh. Then the second stroke came, again she cried out
and again there was the hot-asses, hip-wriggling waiting, as she endured
the pain of the second blow, the couple amusing themselves with her
bottom-squirming display. Then there was a third stroke, and after a time
a fourth. By now she was crying openly. Mark undid the gag and pulled the
rubber wedge out of her mouth and let her hear her cries in the room, then
gave her some water to drink, holding a cup to her lips. Then the rubber
wedge was re-inserted, the gag retied, to EmilyÕs shocked dismay. A fifth
blow came, fiercer than the others. It took her a lot of ass-grinding to
recover from that blow! When the pain had subsided a sixth came, the
worse of all, making a scream seem to rend itself from EmilyÕs lungs,
which the gag could barely muffle.
ÒThere. All done for now,Ó Beth said, her voice quiet and serene, in
contrast to EmilyÕs dying-away screams. Mark undid her gag again, freed
her mouth once more from the rubber wedge. Gasping Emily fell into
MarkÕs arms when the straps were loosed from the post. She could no
longer think, could do nothing but cry, a lost little puppy with a very hot
ass.
ÒMmmm, her bottom feels wonderful,Ó Beth said, touching EmilyÕs
behind where it hung lewdly between MarkÕs enclasping arms. His thing
bumped against her seat, his big stiff prong, as EmilyÕs fingers stroked
her hot burning flesh. ÒYou are quite warm, dear,Ó Beth told Emily. ÒWeÕll
put some cream on this good little bottom of yours and then when youÕve
rested a little you can show off your new marks to our neighbors. And you
can have a little sit too, to prepare yourself for what Mark will want to
force up your ass.Ó
It was lewd. It was wonderful. Emily lay on the coupleÕs big soft
bed, in their bedroom, as Mark and his girlfriend eased warm oils into the
injured flesh of her ass. Whenever Emily peeked up from the pillow she
could see MarkÕs big stiff prong waving above her ass like a magic wand,
healing her, precum occasionally dripping out of him to mix with the oil
being rubbed on her seat. While this was happening Mark and EmilyÕs
neighbors arrived. The woman greeted her new guests at the door, letting
them see her naked, bringing into the bedroom to show them Mark, who had
leaned down to kiss Emily on the cheek. They sighed at EmilyÕs beauty, at
MarkÕs virility. Quickly they disrobed, Emily helping them, Mark continuing
to knead EmilyÕs bottom with his large hands. A warmth invaded EmilyÕs
bottom now, not stinging but wholesome, suffusing her injured cheeks
with a strangely pleasant sensation. There was still the pain, of course,
that had only eased, not gone away, but it mingled with the newfound
warmth to give her a rather pleasant feeling, an erotic bottom-dwelling
feeling, all eyes seemingly on her naked ass as she lay in the bed.
As Mark continued to massage EmilyÕs seat, Beth used some of the
oil to greased MarkÕs penis. Then she did the neighbor, a big strapping
ruddy fellow, as the newcomerÕs wife surprised Emily by reaching down
and stroking her long blonde hair.
ÒOh you are so pretty,Ó the woman told Emily, as the girl blushed.
ÒAnd so brave too.Ó
ÒThis is Helen,Ó Beth said to Emily of the redheaded woman stroking
her hair, as she greased the womanÕs boyfriend, making his prong all shiny.
ÒShe likes girls as much as I do,Ó Beth added, with a laugh. Then she said,
ÒGet up, dear. ItÕs back to our special room for you.Ó Emily obeyed,
blushing as her eyes met that of the new male in the room. His cock was
ready for her. She longed to feel its oiled stiffness force its way into her.
But Beth was still fixated on her bottom, making her flinch as she patted
it with her hand. ÒThatÕs Ben,Ó Beth told Emily. ÒCome and serve us hors
d'oeuvres in the living room. Then theyÕll watch you sit on the phallus
stool.Ó
There was quiet good cheer as Emily served the new guests in the
living room. They sat on the couch, oblivious to their excited sweat which
no doubt moistened the seat under them as they sat naked on the chenille.
Emily herself had a shiny oiled bottom and could not sit, owing to the oil
and also to the pain still streaking across it. But she didnÕt mind
standing, hurrying to and fro with hors d'oeuvres and wine to see that the
guests, and her own demanding hosts, stayed happy. The men sat with
their legs easily apart, their big heavy balls weighing with promise on the
chenille, but their oiled dicks sticking up proudly, like flagpoles. Beth and
Helen exchanged soft glances, and gave encouraging words to Emily,
making sure she kept their glasses filled and their plates full, and those
of their boyfriends, stroking each other between their legs as they sat
together until Emily was sure their dells were wetting the seat between
their legs. Meanwhile the menÕs prongs dripped with tension, making
little stains of their own on the couch. But it was not the stains which
bothered Beth, but EmilyÕs occasional tardiness in keeping the glasses
full, which she said must be brimming at all times. She gave Emily a slap
on her bottom, causing the girl to shout. It was repeated by Helen.
EmilyÕs breasts wiggled lewdly as she stood with grinding hips before her
hosts, accepting the blows, holding on for dear life to her serving tray, so
she wouldnÕt spill what was on it. She had done her very best, yet it had
not been enough! Somehow she found this delightful, as her hosts surely
did, slapping her again, making her cry out from the pain of the hand blows
on her soft tender seat, still glowing with the oil they had so lovingly
applied in the bedroom.
ÒReally, she is such a lazy little slut,Ó Beth told Helen. ÒShe didnÕt
even brush her hair this morning before she took her exams.Ó
ÒWhen theyÕre young theyÕre just spoiled,Ó Helen, who was 23 like
Beth, agreed. ÒLet her spend her time working like you and I do and her
lazy college ways would be driven out of her.Ó
ÒSheÕs going to work her bottom on the stool,Ó Beth laughed.
ÒGood,Ó Helen said. ÒLetÕs go there now. I want to see the look of
pain on her face when sheÕs forced to sit on it.Ó
It was a simple stool, with a rude big rubber dick sticking up from
the center of it. Emily gasped when it was unveiled. It had been sitting in
a corner of the coupleÕs back room, draped with a white cloth that covered
the dick. Not the legs of the stool, or even all of the wooden seat, just the
dick and part of the seat, like a PrincessÕ handkerchief left behind when
her prince came for her. Except this thing sticking up was no pleasure
tool for a lover-less captive princess. It was too big and thick and long
for that, more like something a wicked witch might keep in her chamber.
Emily gasped when she saw how large it was. Could she really meet the
challenge of her hosts by sitting her ass on it?
ÒOf course you can,Ó Helen said, patting EmilyÕs bare bottom as the
girl stared at the thing. ÒYou control the descent. Or ascent, as the case
may be, doesnÕt she Beth?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Beth said, folding the white handkerchief and laying it on a
shelf. ÒReally, Emily, such shock and dismay in your eyes. Both men want
your little ass. But you must open yourself first, on the stool, so you can
receive them.Ó
ÒOh! But I want Mark in my pussy!Ó Emily couldnÕt help blurting.
Helen laughed.
ÒYouÕve come to the wrong place if you expect to get sex, at least
this early in the evening,Ó Helen told the girl. ÒYou must earn any pleasure
you get. By first suffering pain.Ó
ÒYes. By first expanding your boundaries,Ó Beth told the girl,
agreeing with Helen. ÒSex is easy. I want you to do whatÕs hard, what
youÕve never done before.Ó
ÒOh, IÕve never taken a cock as big as MarkÕs before!Ó Emily said,
turning to openly admire, with blushing cheeks, the prong of BethÕs
boyfriend.
ÒThen it will serve as an excellent reward for your efforts,Ó Beth
said. ÒBut first you must sit on the stool, and then let Ben try to get
himself up your ass.Ó EmilyÕs shocked gaze turned to the ruddy husband of
Helen.
ÒOh! I did not--Ó
ÒWhat? You thought such a fine big penis would not be yours this
evening?Ó Beth asked the girl.
ÒOh but IÕm not attracted to-- I mean, he does have a fine one, but--
Ó
ÒYou will take whatever cock I put you to, girl,Ó Beth told Emily.
ÒNow get over there and get up on the stool. Remember, it goes up your
ass, not your hungry little pussy. Put it where it doesnÕt belong and IÕll
tie you to the post again.Ó
ÒOh but it does belong in my pussy!Ó Emily, starving now amidst all
the nudity and excitement and emotion for cock, said, staring at the big
dick sticking up from the stool.
ÒPerhaps someplace other than the back room it does, but we do
things differently here, donÕt we, Beth?Ó Helen said, smiling again at their
dark-haired lovely host.
ÒYes,Ó Beth said. She gave EmilyÕs bare bottom a slap, making her
howl. ÒYouÕre stalling, girl!Ó Beth told her. ÒGet that little ass of yours
moving!Ó
Emily got up on the stool She felt the bare wooden rungs of it
against her feet as she balanced herself spraddle-legged above the awful
thing sticking up from the seat. She dared not sit down. Doing so would
mean the big dick was all the way up her bottom! She looked abjectly at
her hosts. They only laughed at her, the womenÕs tits shaking with
excitement, their nipples risen, the menÕs cocks saluting EmilyÕs
impending doom. Now the girl knew why, as she lay on the bed having
healing salve put on her bottom, her hosts had occasionally dipped a finger
into her tight little ass hole. She was wet back there, and ready for what
she must take. It was pre-greased, to her dismay, sticking up wetly from
the stool. As Mark and Beth massaged her bottom in the bedroom one of
them must have snuck into the back room and done up the cock for her.
Gradually EmilyÕs knees began to give way as she balanced herself above
the big thing. She hovered slowly downwards. Lifting her eyes to her
hosts, she made sure it was her seat and not her pussy that eventually
settled on the top of the big prong. It pushed rudely into her cheeks. She
adjusted herself so its hard stiffness pressed against her hiney hole. She
tried to balance herself there, her little fleshy ring hugging itself tightly
against the big knobÕs knocking, but the grease that had been put in her
behind, along with the grease on the pole, didnÕt help her in her efforts. In
fact it worked directly contrary, helping the large rude phallus dig into
her backside. Emily gasped, looking directly at her hosts now as she felt
the big thing begin to slide ruthlessly into her. Her anal ring opened,
widened, then was pushed wider still, as Emily gave a cry of pain and
alarm. She tried to wrench herself up off the upward-sliding device but it
was caught in her now, her knees tiring as it slid more deeply into her, her
anal ring stretching painfully.
Up it went. Emily gasped. Tears came to her eyes and rolled wetly
down her cheeks. Her hosts and fellow guests laughed. Her tits quivered
as she felt the dong press more deeply into her.
ÒSheÕs taking it! SheÕs taking it up her ass!Ó Beth said with delight.
The two women who could not be satisfied as Emily rushed about with her
tray in the living room now gazed with delight at her predicament on the
stool. She tried to rise again. But the thing was wedged up tight in her,
and going deeper. Her own tightness now worked against her, for instead
of preventing the thingÕs entry it was preventing her escape! Deeper and
deeper the prong went, as Emily squatted lower and lower towards the
seat of the stool. It was awful, this big indriving feeling in her guts, in
her bottom. She felt as if she went any lower the big dick would come
popping out of her mouth!
ÒOh, I canÕt stand it!Ó Emily screamed, wiggling frantically on the
thing that now pinned her so completely to the stool, drawing her closer
and closer to the wooden seat as her exhausted knees gave way.
ÒYou must stand it. You must take it all,Ó Beth urged. She
threatened to walk up to Emily and put her hands on EmilyÕs shoulders and
push her down if she didnÕt finish the job herself. So, trembling with fear,
Emily let the big dong slide the final few inches up her. To her amazement
and relief she found herself sitting on the bare wood of the stool, the big
rubber phallus all the way up inside her. The pain was incredible, making
her cry and gasp, but she had made it! She felt her knees relax.
ÒBounce up and down on it,Ó Beth ordered the girl. EmilyÕs face
gaped in horror.
ÒYou must work yourself on it. Really open yourself,Ó Helen agreed.
ÒDonÕt just sit there. Rend your tight little ass with it. It is necessary if
youÕre to take my husbandÕs big penis up your behind.Ó
To her horror, Emily began to do as she was told. Despite the pain of
the big intruder up her guts she began to move herself up and down, flexing
her tired knees, feeling her breasts toss on her chest, to the menÕs
delight, as she opened her butthole with the big prong. She feared she
would make herself bleed on it, but she did as her hosts demanded anyway,
not wanting to be put to the whipping post again, which stood sturdily by,
waiting to receive her if she didnÕt comply.
ÒImagine if her mother saw her now,Ó Beth remarked to Helen. ÒShe
would say, ÔWhat are you doing, you naughty little girl? DonÕt you have a
boyfriend at college?ÕÓ This remark made Emily gasp with shock and
horror. She could just see her step-mom walking into the room, and
seeing her this way. ÒHi mom,Ó she could almost imagine herself saying.
ÒHopefully I wonÕt be so beautiful when IÕm done doing this. Will you love
me then?Ó Emily felt a sudden sharp pain in her bottom. To her horror she
realized that she had torn her mucosa, the inside of her bottom hole. ÒOh,
God! IÕm bleeding!Ó she said, as she felt a new wetness in her behind. To
her amazement, her hosts and her fellow guests clapped. Then they came
over to her. The menÕs help was necessary in pulling her up off the big
phallus. Their cocks bumped her bare belly and hips as they pulled her off.
When she was free of the thing Beth got tissues and wiped EmilyÕs bottom.
She left a little jammed up her butthole to catch the rest of the blood.
ÒYou have done well,Ó Beth told Emily. ÒYou have a real sense of
adventure.Ó
ÒYou were marvelous, darling,Ó Helen assured Emily, kissing the
girlÕs cheek. ÒI should want to have you in my bed sometime. When youÕve
been opened IÕll give you something of my own, strapped around my waist,
to really get you nice and wide.Ó
ÒWill it heal?Ó Emily asked, feeling the pain in her bottom, wanting
to reach back and touch herself.
ÒOf course your little bottom hole will heal,Ó Beth told Emily. ÒYou
have not torn your tight little anal ring. It has survived intact. You have
only ripped the lining of your colon a little. It will be better in a few
days. DonÕt be alarmed if you shit blood in a little while.Ó
ÒThis is so strange, hurting myself and tearing my bottom like this,Ó
Emily gasped.
ÒYou must get used to it. We play with all the most private parts of
our bodies here,Ó Beth told her.
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