“How you want her arms Merce?”
“Strap ‘em to an arm bar. We’ll use her hair to hold them up out of the way.”
“You want her gagged?”
“Oh to be sure. Put a choker in her. She seems the strong silent type, we’ll give her a little help in keeping her tongue.”
“Legs as usual?”
“Yeah, but use a knee bar as well. I don’t want her wigglin’ up there. I’m going to use a size too large, give ‘er a little something to think about. I want to use the steel cheek bands as well. Get her spread open good so’s she’ll take the bigger size no trouble. She’ll damned well waddle when I’m through stuffin’ ‘er.”
Meredith waddled when she left the clinic, she was crying as well. She felt as if a log had been driven into her rectum. Each enervating step she took sent sharp pains shooting into her abdomen and raked her dilated anus with excruciation that denied description. It took all her strength and will to place one foot in front of the other. It hurt just to be, let alone walk. Would these trials never end she wondered as she was moved to the smithy for additional agony and humiliation. It was not yet noon.
She’d had trouble breathing when finally secured to the mounting frame, as Merce wanted her. Merce the merciless was his soubriquet Meredith later learned. He certainly showed her no mercy she discovered ruefully as she suffered at his pleasure mounted in agony on the cruel clinical frame while he fit her anal trainer.
The expanded pear shaped gag they had forced in her mouth not only filled her oral cavity, but also extended far back over her tongue. Meredith thought her neck would break when they yanked her head up by her hair to open her mouth. It wasn’t so bad until they expanded it. It depressed her tongue ruthlessly to the floor of her mouth crushing it down behind her lower teeth. At the same time a knobbed cylinder slid back over her tongue into the opening of her gorge. Meredith flushed in near panic as she felt the protrusion nearly blocking her breathing passage and struggled fiercely to suppress her gag reflex. She felt on the verge of suffocating and had to concentrate to breathe through her nose taking shallow breaths. She learned what a choker gag was as her concentration on not choking took all her energy leaving no capability to resist as her arms and legs were strapped in helpless immobility by the three guards. With her arms held behind her back, straps buckled securely to her upper arms just above her elbows held a steel bar between them. They folded her forearms together along the length of the bar with her hands to opposite elbows. Three equally spaced straps held her forearms welded together and rigidly fixed to the bar. She could wiggle her fingers and nothing more. The distressing combination of her gag, steel yoked head, and helplessly bound arms made resistance both futile and painful, so when hands grasped her ankles and each of her inner thighs just above her knees she let them pull her legs wide. Straps around each ankle held her legs apart while her knee bar was fit to her thighs above each bent knee and adjusted wider than her ankles. She spread tautly open like a geometric study figure for feminine genitalia. Flexible parabolic stainless steel bands fit in the cleft of her raised buttocks, when tightened, separated her cheeks flattening the rift between them gaping both her anus and vagina. They held her hips locked to the raised frame. The final painful addition to her misery and utter immobilisation sent agony racing through her shoulders and scalp when her hair was roped into a rough fall at the back of her head and clamped to the arm bar with her arms wrenched up above her back. The tension between the two kept her head up and her arms raised in a complementary and torturous agony that made her whine through her stifling gag. Merce considered her ready.
Snapping on rubber gloves, Merce took a medicated lozenge from a small rectangular tin. He inserted the suppository in Meredith’s anus pushing it into her rectal sheath as far as his finger would reach. Meredith wriggled her fingers and moved her feet slightly in the only objection she could offer to the rude intrusion. Her clinical exposure, steel, and leather enforced held her rigid and unmoving form draped over the apex of the frame in shameful and flagrant display. The healthy pink petals of her moist inner labia yawned open revealing the rich roseate cavern of her birth canal to a depth that seemed to stop just short of her cervix. The darker smaller opening of her anal crater began to clench and pucker in spasmodic contractions as body heat melted the suppository releasing its burning unguent in the sensitive tissue of her rectum. Meredith keened her internal distress in ineffectual protest screeching her barely heard anguish deep in her throat. She felt as if a red-hot poker had been driven into her rectum as the fiery oils she released with her own internal temperature suffused her physically and emotionally. In time, as Merce and the guards relaxed and enjoyed her increasing suffering she disposed of the burning suppository melting it entirely thereby spreading its burning effects all along her tender rectal membrane. Small amounts of clear fluid oozed from her anus as she tried unsuccessfully to eject the burning oil. It blazed on her anal rim like a caustic cautery causing her anus to gape and close in painful silent scream like desperation displaying her near readiness for Merce’s next horrible procedure.
Groaning constantly behind the choke gag, tears streaming down her cheeks Meredith finally felt the numbing effects of the suppository and as soon as she did, Merce placed the blunt tip of her anal trainer at the well lubricated, but tiny opening of her dilated and swollen anus. He drove it into her with a hammer. At each blow, the dark phallus sank deeper into Meredith dilating her sphincter around its generous girth. Meredith thought the instrument would kill her. She felt as if her pelvic girdle was being spread the pain was so intense; it hurt her bones. Whatever ameliorating effects the numbing of her muscular sphincter may have had, the sheer size of the phallus defeated them as it was pounded into her. She was beyond agony, beyond help; mercy was not a consideration, and at the end, she held a huge anal trainer in her body like some intrusive foreign object inadvertently left after rectal surgery. The flat base of the phallus protruded from her anus about two centimetres its silver retention ring stood half a centimetre high at its centre. The reddened bulge of her anal ring surrounded the dark shaft like a tightly stretched rubber band slightly indenting the soft pliancy of its surface. Her waist chain and the retention chain were fixed and tightened the links crimped together permanently. Then she was released.
Meredith couldn’t move at first. She simply lay slumped over the mounting rack sobbing and catching her breath. It hurt to breathe. The appliance chained in her body seemed to impinge on her lungs and its solid mass filled her back passage and abdomen like some weighty leaden anchor misplaced in her rectum. She couldn’t possibly move with it in her. They made her walk.
In the smithy, Meredith finally joined the other thirteen girls she had arrived with. They were considered a single training unit although they were broken down into three groups. Two groupings of six each left Darlene and Meredith as a pair. They would be trained, and domiciled together, but with more individual attention due to the apparent random coupling of the former executive and her secretary. There was nothing random about it. Jonathan’s unseen hand had arranged their pairing and he personally meant to give them his individual attention. That was bad in the short run, but better served in the long.
Meredith had been the last, but all the women wore the tight waist chain and the sharply drawn intercrural retaining chain holding their anal trainers firmly in place. Meredith couldn’t help but notice the stout black base of the phalluses the other girls wore. She knew for a certainty hers was larger by far. What she didn’t know was that they each wore an anal trainer that was far larger psychologically than physically. The theatrical performance of Merce the merciless was more like the wizard of Oz than the medieval torturer he pretended to be. The huge phallus he always displayed in front of the girls was never used-it was much too large. He adhered strictly to the dimensions ordered by staff evaluation and all his talk about bigger sizes was mind play gauged to terrorise the women. The theatrical conceit of seating the devices with a
hammer was totally unnecessary but part of the verisimilitude of his oft-repeated stage play. The soft and supple rubber trainers hurt a little more as he drove them in incrementally with the hammer, but could have just as well been put in with firm and constant pressure as well. They were not large, just slightly longer, and thicker than a normal sized penis. The last thing he wanted to do was to injure or maim the corporation’s valuable commodities. Neither Meredith nor any of the other girls knew this and each were convinced she had been elected to wear a trainer larger than the others. The look on Darlene’s face confirmed her internal distress as she looked at Meredith imploringly as if somehow Meredith could affect its removal. Meredith’s return glance shone with sheer misery proclaiming her greater anguish in the secure knowledge that her anus was stretched a good deal more painfully than Darlene’s in a bizarre interpretation of one-upmanship.
Their tacit conversation ended as the bondage-smith’s men came toward them. The last of the proceeding training group had been seen to. Darlene and Meredith were brought forward to take her place. The few steps they took with the implacable phalluses rending their bowels made both women wince and groan with the inevitable motion caused by their undulating buttocks. The internal rocking motion was only faintly hinted at by the protruding black base and its retention ring moving back and forth on the tightly drawn chain cleaving them between the legs. Darlene had been present for the whole time it took to do whatever it was the smithies did with the other girls. She had seen none of it since she was pressed to the wall with her legs spread and arms raised as was now de rigueur whenever she was not being moved from one place to another or in the process of being administered to in some painful and humiliating way herself. Meredith had been too self-involved with her own agony to notice anything but her own suffering having only briefly noted two girls bent down over something in her peripheral vision before she was standing along side Darlene staring at the same out of focus wall. Their stolen glances at each other only confirmed their mutual suffering and did nothing to alleviate it. The visual signs of their distress showed in literal telltale protrusion between their pale bottom cheeks looking like docked tails as they stood obediently arranged side by side. The obedience to position relieved the agony of walking and slightly decreased the tension of their thin waist and crotch chains, but the links still incised their yielding skin with the pattern of their hard steel shape, and the unseen riving of their vaginal lips hid part of the chain from the unseeing wall. Both women whimpered piteously, but otherwise silently pressed their breasts, bellies, and foreheads to the wall. Their arms grew tired but they both carried on not permitting their raised elbows to touch the wall as they had been ordered. The ongoing and constantly uncomfortable intrusion of their rear passages led them in turn to clench their buttocks as if that might in some small way offer relief. It didn’t. All the while the insidious and demanding conditioning of their anuses and rectums continued. In a few short weeks, they would be able to take what was offered in their heretofore very private and very narrow anal entries with only slight discomfort. They didn’t look forward to it. Their psychological and emotional conditioning paralleling physical requisites would rectify attitudes and they would be receptive in the end in all its meanings. That invidious task was at work as they stood against the wall-naked, subservient and unresisting, complying unswervingly to the order to press their nudity to its hard cool surface while quietly waiting for the next stage of their diminution in status and physical freedom. The opportunity to do otherwise was not offered. Women who were chattel property of the corporation had no rights of refusal or objection. They were there to be trained for sexual service to corporate executives and were not permitted failure under any circumstances. That idea was beginning to take shape even at this early stage in training. Neither Meredith nor Darlene offered resistance as they were brought forward to the fitting area.
At first, it was like being measured for bespoke clothing. To be sure, the measurements taken were more complete and certainly of a more intimate nature. Since they were both quite naked, there was no interference in gauging the detailed dimensions of their utterly revealed intimacies. Circumferences and lengths of limbs and torsos; shape and form of breasts and buttocks; sizes and conformation of labia and nipples were taped and recorded in embarrassing detail. Although mortified at the familiar and cavalier manipulation of their intimate anatomy, neither of them dared refuse or deny the access offered by their nudity and concomitant submission to yet more demeaning and humiliating treatment at the hands of men they didn’t know. Meredith winced when her breasts were lifted by her nipples and measured for girth and resiliency. The manipulation of her nipples to stiffened tumescence so their dimensions in that embarrassing and excited state could be taken was nearly more than she could stand. Callipers placed across her generous areolae when both relaxed and pulled tautly extended by her nipples evoked squeals of meekly voiced protest from both Meredith and Darlene. But the nadir of the crushing experience, the height of their mutual humiliation was standing in display posture without moving while they were masturbated to orgasm.
“Hold your appliance in with your hands,” they were instructed when the connecting link between waist chain and the cuttingly tight crotch chain was disconnected. The silvery strand of the chain swung between their widely parted legs from the retaining ring of their anal inserts. Embarrassingly they both lowered their arms and rather delicately placed their fingers at the base of the large instruments of torture lodged deeply in their rectums. They had to thrust their hips forward slightly to reach the short protrusions thus presenting and offering their bared mons and labia in a suggestively lewd and vulnerably forward position to the men. The ratcheting click of handcuffs around their slender wrists insured their hands would remain behind denying access to that part of their bodies they would desperately want to reach in a few minutes. Meredith was sopping wet and easily admitted two fingers into her vagina and began to moan immediately as her clitoris was softly massaged by the man’s thumb. Abandoning herself to her humiliation and shameful response, she moved her hips back and forth gently riding the fingers inside her. Darlene took longer, but was soon moaning her arousal alongside Meredith with high-pitched squeals of pleasure. The fleshy nubs of their clitorises stiff and elongated emerged from their hooded modesty under the continued stimulation engorged in surrender to gentle and relentless encouragement. The men watched their faces redden, eyes half lidded riding the probing fingers of their masturbatory ecstasy in earnest, thrusting their hips forward shamelessly. Small gauges appeared, measuring the length and girth of their clitorises without Meredith or Darlene noticing so lost in sexual reverie were they. Both on the verge, breathing heavily, they involuntary began to push harder on the thick phalluses extruded between their bottom cheeks. At the last possible minute as they both were rising to the crest, the men withdrew their fingers from the dripping vaginas of both women and they rogered themselves to gasping shuddering orgasm by pushing the anal trainer in and out of their bottoms in their frantic need for release. The only possible self-stimulation available with cuffs locking their wrists behind was to work their phalluses up and down in their rectums. They had been brought much too far to be denied and in their desperate need, brought themselves to final release in the only way they could. Once committed to the desired methodology, their cuffs were unlocked and removed making their actions more humiliating in their now utterly voluntary nature. Meredith had a gut clenching drawn out orgasm sighing and moaning for the duration. She stood with legs wide knees bent pushing and pulling the black rubber phallus in and out of her anus at sea in her release oblivious to the presentation she made if front of all the men watching her as she shuddered and writhed in abandonment jerking and rotating her hips and pelvis in the groaning throes of her long orgasmic gratification. Darlene was never sure how many times she climaxed. She yipped and screeched at each as they followed one on the other in a paroxysm belly grinding shocks that made her knees tremble while
she continued working her anal trainer in and out triggering her series of orgasms with each deep hurtful thrust. She gave herself a foretaste of the pleasure she could gain from her own pain. It hurt so good and went on for such a long time she thought she might collapse in thigh clenching anguish and embarrassment to the floor. Unlike Meredith, she kept her eyes open. All the men had their eyes turned her way ignoring the softly grinding Meredith in the diminuendo of her groaning orgasm while Darlene had turned her high heeled feet out, bent her knees to widen her thighs gratuitously while thrusting her hips forward at each deep plunge of her anal trainer. Her gyrating posture was utterly abandoned and the exhibitionist aspect of her stance and conduct as she brought herself to climax again and again while being watched seemed to add to the intensity. Her usually demure demeanour ripped from her with her clothing permitted the wanton disregard of her former inhibitions and she uncontrollably demonstrated a latent sexual response even she was unaware of. Like an erotic dancer, Darlene leaned back with her hands cupping her buttocks working the thick phallus up and down between her clenched cheeks. Her breasts wobbled gently as she twisted and bucked her hips. The widely stretched pale softness of her inner thighs stood in corded tension hollowing the adjacent area adding relief to her openly displayed sex. The erect nearly tongue like shape of her clitoris stood rigidly displayed and she seemed to be trying to lick the air with it as she moved her hips in continuously jerking motions as waves of orgasmic shocks washed her spasmodically clenching uterus. Her little screams of pain and pleasure dwindled, became further apart, and with trembling knees while still jerking convulsively at each aftershock of her draining orgasms, she shook her knees in and out rapidly in indication of the intense nature of her sexual experience and exhibition. With a drawn out sighing ‘Oooooh’ Darlene appeared to become aware of her licentious pose and wanton display. Like a debauched woman embarrassed by her own conduct, she closed in on herself crouching over with her legs together covering her mons with one hand, but at the same time keeping the other behind her to hold the black phallus from slipping from her rectum. In near shock and total amazement at what she had been brought to do in front of all the men who had watched her with undisguised interest she stared at the floor in the futile hope she would sink through it and out of sight. A gentle hand under her chin and a soft admonishment to correct her posture brought her head up and, shaking her blond hair back, Darlene raised her arms and spread her legs. Before her trainer could slip out, the retention chain was drawn up between her legs and reattached to her waist chain. Meredith and Darlene stood side by side once more basking in a more than peculiar afterglow. The room seemed warm and the denial of what had just happened was ineffectual though it seemed hardly credible that they had reached orgasm in the public and shameful manner just experienced. They weren’t given time to fabricate rationales-their sexual response had been quantified just as their physical dimensions had been. All the figures were inscribed on their fitness charts under the rubrics: Subject 20, Subject 21.
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