When he reached release, he only permitted the first spurting gush of his semen to enter her mouth, the subsequent generous amounts of his ejaculate he splattered on her face. Meredith’s humiliation reached symphonic proportions when she threaded her way through the dining tables as the other women watched. Jonathan’s semen, her own tears, and an utterly crestfallen expression adorned her patrician features. Spittle and semen bubbled over her lower lip, tears streamed down both cheeks, and globules of Jonathan’s semen streaked and clung to one cheek from under her eye to her ear and down her chin. The visual signs of her humiliation and chastisement were as nothing to the inner turmoil of emotions she suffered when she rejoined her group at table. Her dignity and sophistication had been left on the raised dais; the woman who returned understood utterly that she was no longer an executive vice president with the corporation, but chattel-a female commodity solely owned and controlled by the company and its agent in the form of a huge black man who was her discipline and punishment master. She looked up at the dais where he stood surveying his property. Her gaze was full of hate and affection. It hurt to sit. Her bottom burned incessantly, she was wet between her legs, and her face was a humiliating mess of continuing embarrassment. A staff member handed her a towel. She gratefully wiped her face and began to eat. She could taste Jonathan in an aftertaste that flavoured her food and emotions in a curious and confusing fashion. It seemed a foretaste in not unpleasant anticipation reflected by the heat of her blushing face, still blazing bottom, and slick warm residue between her thighs.
They permitted her to shower watched over by three uniformed men. The rectification of attitude induced by her punishment was reflected in Meredith’s docile obedience to the commands given her by the guards. She stripped her schoolgirl kit off without demur. When totally naked once again, she immediately raised her arms and clasped her hands at the nape of her neck with fingers intertwined. She moved her legs apart until her inner thighs tautened and hollowed adjacent to the smooth bulge of her denuded mons splitting the plumpness of her outer labia to reveal the fleshy petals they normally concealed. The completeness of her nudity exacerbated by her clean-shaven genitalia was demeaning and the attitude of total exposure she was required to assume made her blush in self-conscious embarrassment as she essentially presented herself for inspection. The dolorous expression on her face reflected her distress; she bit her lower lip trying not to make eye contact with the men evaluating the correctness of her posture and appraising the lift and jut of her breasts and the exhibition of her bared sex between her widespread thighs. They let her stand for a long time, testing her resolve and the success of her punishment. Meredith didn’t move displaying her nudity and submission in dutiful compliance to their orders and the rigorous rules for female trainees.
“Right then, off to the loo now. We’ll see if you’re not a little more cooperative today.”
Meredith’s heart sunk and her eyes blurred with tears as she heard her destination. She knew what would happen there and didn’t relish the degrading procedure.
They marched her through the passageways to the loo where a bulging rubber bag and a well-greased nozzle hung in readiness for her internal cleansing. Her breasts heaved and wobbled as she strode between her escorts. Almost joyfully, it seemed although the look of despair and anxiety distorting her downturned mouth and the sinking of her heart belied that joyfulness.
The room was the same; bright tile and the usual accoutrements of a well equipped toilet. The hope she held that perhaps she wouldn’t be subject to the same indignities as yesterday vanished the instant Meredith saw the clinical complexity of the device hanging in preparation to administer her an enema. The apparatus dangling from a chrome IV stand was similar to that she and Darlene had experienced the day before except for the nozzle. She couldn’t miss it, as it stood front and centre with all its dangling hoses and pumps dripping from a long thick black nozzle gleaming in slick lubricated malevolence rigid and upright in its storage clamp.
“Right then, let’s see if we can get this messy business done without the whip and another punishment and discipline session for you. You’ll be taking your first training appliance today-want to be nice and clean for that them don’t we,” he asked rhetorically.
Meredith didn’t respond. She spread her legs and waited silently. She hadn’t a clue what a training appliance was.
“Don’t we? He demanded, obviously expecting an answer from the cowering Meredith standing in display posture before him.
“Yes sir,” she answered softly.
“Fine. Bend and spread then. Just like yesterday. We won’t need the whip will we?”
“No sir,” Meredith responded meekly with a catch in her voice. She bent her knees, leaned forward, and jutted her buttocks rearward. With both hands she reached behind her and with a hiss of pain from the touch of her own hands on the still cherry red splotches on her cheeks she pulled her bottom cheeks wide apart granting visual and physical access to her anus. Claw like her hands separated and held her full globes open while lubricant was slathered on the roseate rim of her proffered anal sphincter wincing and groaning softly as a rubber clad finger penetrated her tight musculature forcing lubricant into her rectum. She remained in position for the insertion of the long thick nozzle.
She couldn’t bear to look at the apparatus as she heard the rattle and clink of the nozzle being detached from its holder. Steeling herself in the lewd crouch demanded, Meredith continued to hold herself open and available for the unimpeded insertion of the enema nozzle. She flinched when she felt the blunt hardness of its tip in the centre of her entry. As she felt the pressure increase and the initial dilation of her anus, she pulled her cheeks wider to ease its entry. When it breached the tight ring making her groan softly, the rest of the ebony shaft slipped remorselessly and deeply into her rectum. It was much longer than the metal plug like nozzle used the day before. They kept pushing it up and into her until she thought she might be injured internally. Meredith felt absolutely impaled on its long rigidity. She felt as if it protruded into her belly, and if they kept pushing, it would come out her mouth. When she was fully stuffed, breathing softly and taking only shallow breaths against the intrusive rod in her rear, they stopped and the whoosh of the internal retention bladder gained her attention as the rubber balloon expanded inside her. As it grew larger, Meredith realised that she wouldn’t possibly be able to evacuate the long thick pipe-stem lodged in her rectum. They would be able to pump enema fluid into her bowels until it flooded from her nose and mouth if they wanted to. The realisation did not give her a feeling of security. Then they inflated the exterior bladder.
Once the two retention bladders were fully expanded sealing her anus tightly on both sides of the nozzle’s shaft dilating her rear entry they let her put her hands on her knees and, still bending forward, Meredith felt the initial surge of fluid squirting into her viscera. She moaned mightily near the end when she thought she was about to burst from the relentless influx of liquid into her bowels. They made her hold it for a full fifteen minutes that stretched to an eternity of agony for the wretched Meredith. Her relief was as great as her humiliation as she emptied her bowels noisily into the WC.
“Well that was a good start. Just one or two more and we’ll have you well cleaned out indeed.”
They made her lean forward on the commode and wiped her with damp cloths. She felt like a baby having its bum cleaned up after its nappy was soiled. With a piteous whine of reluctance and a breathy sigh of resignation, she resumed the posture required for her second enema. The long cool length of the nozzle reintroduced between her widely held cheeks felt familiar if not pleasant as it slipped far up into her again. The prolonged thrust evoked a groan akin to the sounds she normally made when vaginally penetrated by a lover. She wasn’t sure if it was all the way in and turned her head as if to ask if she were properly and totally impaled on the long black tube. She stretched her cheeks wider as if asking for more. The dark striated surround
of her anal areola grasping the slick glisten of the stout nozzle and the obscene exhibition of her bare vulva beneath coupled with the distension of her widely held cheeks displayed her willing reluctance to be given another enema. She grunted with acceptance and seeming satisfaction as the last inch or so disappeared in her tightly opened anal rim. Hands on knees once more her buttocks prominently presented by her half-crouching posture Meredith stood with the exterior bladder of her enema apparatus fully expanded between her blemished and distended bottom cheeks taking a full four quart enema under the watchful eyes of three uniformed men whose presence only added to the utter degradation she suffered as she whimpered from the discomforting cramps caused by the huge enema. A warm hand under her, feeling the swelling of her belly as if she were some animal being ministered to assured the guard she could take it all. Meredith wasn’t so sure. She tried to void to no avail as the bulging rubber seals relentlessly prevented her from evacuating or expelling the gushing nozzle planted irremovably in her rectal sheath. She began to plead for them to stop.
“I can’t hold any more,” she wailed. She began a little prance of pain bending and squatting slightly moving her weight from one leg to the other in an agonised effort to escape her impalement and relentless filling.
“Aaaah! Aaaah! No more, please no more,” she begged breathlessly while squirming and dancing at the end of the bright red hose seemingly plugged into her as proximal cause of the pain laden dance she did at the end of its quivering swaying sinuosity. She passed another fifteen minutes of agony as her purge worked in all the bends and crooks of her viscera cleansing and cleaning with its invasive liquidity.
Meredith was undone when she heard she was to have another. She sobbed aloud when the senior of her guards countermanded the order and the third filling of the large orange enema bag ceased.
“She’s run clear she has. Nothing left to flush. Let’s get her to the clinic for her trainer. The rest of her group is already at the smithy. We’ll have to catch her up for her posture training.”
Meredith was so grateful that she wouldn’t be given another debilitating enema and have to suffer the indignity of giving her self up to the insufferable humiliation of insertion and evacuation she nearly leapt to her feet assuming the posture of display she was becoming accustomed to. They marched her to the clinic. Her breasts bobbled and jounced as she walked-perhaps there was real, rather than just perceived joy in her step and the apparent enthusiasm of her uplifted breasts may well have matched the uplift of her spirits as she left the dreaded loo behind. There was a certain liveliness to her step, caused in part no doubt by the one article of clothing she had been given to wear. High-heeled shoes. Her Gucci’s were gone, but the somewhat theatrical calfskin court shoes were well made and the tall heels moulded her legs attractively. She felt as if she was walking downhill in the extreme heels, but she preferred her well-shod nudity to the adolescent kit she had worn earlier. She certainly didn’t feel like a child any longer. Meredith braced her elbows and shoulders back; lifted and presented her full breasted femininity in the closest state to happiness she had felt since arriving in chains at the company’s training annex. Then she entered the clinic.
“Oh right you are, last one then, is she? What’s her number?”
“This is subject twenty. She’s late because she had an appointment with the discipline and punishment master this morning.”
“Well no doubt he straightened you out. A little setback is always a good basis for further advancement. Isn’t it little lady?”
Meredith’s full figured maturity dwarfed the small stature of the callow cockalorum standing before her in all his gathered authority. She resented being called little lady by a mere lad who was at least ten years her junior. In her heels, she towered over him and his arrogance made her want to spit in his eye. Skinny and frail like an inadequate copy of John Lennon, his poor complexion peered from behind owlish glasses with a perpetual smirk that was both annoying and repulsive to the elegant Meredith. Her total nudity and submissive posture before his white-coated authority made all the striking differences between them perversely reversed and Meredith stood stoically while he violated her with his eyes.
He stepped behind the unmoving Meredith noting the rosy hue of her ample buttocks.
“Had a little spanking this morning then, did we?” his voice dripped with condescension and he fondled her full globes crudely. Meredith rose on her toes and yelped in surprise and indignation. She nearly spun on the young man to slap the smug expression from his face. She thought better of it with the three guards standing by and eased herself down on her heels seething in high dudgeon at the effrontery of the boy.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
He wouldn’t let go. He made himself self important by humiliating Meredith.
“I asked a question. You answer when I speak to you.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded through clenched teeth. She couldn’t look at him.
“Well, it might too, but you slag have to learn what you’re here for. Thanked him properly then too, did you?”
After a pause, Meredith said, “Yes sir.”
“And did he have you swallow or just splatter himself on your face?”
“On my face, sir.”
Meredith was collapsing inside as the boy strutted his scrawny face and figure before her voluptuousness. He was like a slug on a rose and Meredith teetered on the verge of screaming and bolting from the room. She knew as long as she remained obedient, showing her submission and utter nakedness in the prescribed manner, she was relatively safe. Should she break from her self-imposed discipline she wouldn’t get far naked and in high heels. She entertained impossible ideas of escape and liberty, each one ending with her being easily caught and brought back to the clinic in severely bound and gagged helplessness for submission to the unwanted attentions of the boy chiding and demeaning her. She supplied her own helplessness by standing with her arms raised and legs spread hoping he would soon be done with her. At the same time, she wondered how she might be punished if she were brought before her discipline and punishment master for another public chastisement. Meredith shuddered at the thought and maintained her posture. She gave herself the collywobbles just thinking about Jonathan and what he might do to her. It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant feeling.
Meredith plunged back into the present with the strident squeaky voice of the little medical orderly informing her she was to be buggered on a regular basis during training and while in service to the company executives afterwards. She couldn’t believe it. How could she possibly accept such vile treatment? It was beyond the ken. But it validated Jonathan’s previous indication of her sexual usefulness to the corporation.
“Don’t get any uncalled for pregnancies that way, turns out better for all. Of course, it hurts some in the beginning, but we have a little device here that will help you learn to accommodate some of our well-equipped trainers. This is an anal training device,” he held a black rubber phallus with all the anatomically correct features of a man’s penis but for the scrotum and testicles. Meredith sucked in her breath and the little man continued his horrible outline for her training and subsequent service.
“Now our training program, like our anal trainers is graduated. You get the soft easy stuff in the beginning and as you progress, we introduce the more severe and strict aspects of the programme. Today you will be introduced to the first and smallest of your anal trainers.”
The gargantuan size of the black phallus he held forced a soft whimper from the demoralised Meredith. She was on the brink of running again.
As part of your pelvic exam the approximate size and resilience of your anus was determined. You’ll wear that size today. Larger ones will be introduced in the course of your training. Now, there are two ways we can do this,” he gestured to one of the examining tables where a steel frame had been mounted. It looked like an architect’s model for a small truss span. Open leather cuffs and straps with large brass buckles were
strewn in appropriate places to hold a woman on her belly with her buttocks raised in high and wide vulnerability. Meredith glanced at its menacing shape not knowing precisely how it worked, but sure of its purpose.
“Or,” he went on; “you can properly aid in its placement by arranging yourself as you are told to do. In either case, you will be wearing your first trainer when you leave here today. What’s it to be?”
Meredith didn’t answer, terrified by the size of the instrument in his hand and the dilemma of Hobson’s choice she had been offered. Her hesitation elicited a nod from the orderly and in two quick steps, she was grasped by all three of the guards simultaneously. As she had her arms twisted up behind her back by two of them she screamed at the ceiling with her head wrenched back by her hair in the tight fist of the third. They frog marched her to the table holding her struggling nakedness easily while she screamed, “No! No! I’ll do it don’t put me up there.”
The ‘there’ came out in a gasp as she was lifted bodily from her feet and all but flung over the frame. The highest transverse bar struck her across the solar plexus knocking the breath out of her and as she gasped for air, her hair was held up off her neck for a wide leather strap to be fitted and buckled fast to the lower front of the high frame. The single strap around her neck held her mounted inescapably draped over the high arch of the mounting frame with her head nearly to the table top and her buttocks raised high above the deep arch in her back. Her legs dangled over the other side of the nearly wedge shaped frame in gangly and awkward disarray. While still holding her hair in his firm grip, Meredith begging to be let go, promising her willingness to do as she was told, the guard ripped her head up by her hair and set a Y-shaped yoke into the frame under her jaw. It rose from her jaw along side her cheeks just in front of her ears to her temples. It was stainless steel with no padding, kept her head raised with her neck wrenched back sharply against the tightened stricture of the leather strap at the back of her neck and cut down her protests markedly since she couldn’t very well open her jaw against the unyielding steel and leather vice like grip of its effective combination. Meredith scrabbled her feet on the tabletop and, when they let her arms go she gripped the uprights of the frame in a frantic effort to pull her head out of the gruesome and torturous steel yoke and leather collar. She remained as she was while her limbs were easily and leisurely secured.
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