Meredith’s heart hammered, her breathing was laboured, and her legs trembled with fatigue. Still she kept up with the struggling Darlene to whom she was chained at the neck. To have done otherwise was unthinkable. Should she falter or collapse it would show her weakness vis-à-vis the younger Darlene who, even in their drastically changed relationship, she still considered her inferior. Her knees couldn’t buckle in any case since the shackles locked around her thighs physically prevented it. So, she minced along in weary and pain-ridden anguish keeping pace with her peer group of one. Darlene’s pale young figure in its beautifully bound presentation contrasted strikingly with Meredith’s taller, statelier appearance. The anguish on Darlene’s features reflected an air of amazement at her own bound nudity and whip induced progress. The blue veined bulges on her heaving chest held her attention as if they belonged to someone else. She appeared to be studying the dark meander of the blue lines on her prominent globes as if they indicated direction and destination in map like form. Meredith, on the other hand, following her former secretary in chained obedience, reflected a world-weary resignation in her dolorous eyes. The inescapable embarrassment of the steel enforced presentation of her breasts thrust out in misshapen prominence like quaking onion domes trying of leap from her chest as if to escape the straight stem of her corset clad torso, added incalculable grief to her distressed nudity and shone from her weary eyes through the opaque veil of tears. They moved quickly, but progress was slow due to the shortness of stride exacted by the steely inhibitors they both wore. Curiously, the erect, proud looking posture they maintained belied the sheer misery etched on their features. Their strict corseting and breast binders; the rigidity of steel clamped to their thighs permitted them no other posture. The effect of the whips wielded by their minders was salutary. Like a distasteful tonic, the sharp cut and sting of whips torching across their bare buttocks and thighs added vigour to the exertion of moving along in chained misery. The uniformed escorts, the stringent corseting and bondage, and the slowly passing grey walls offered no mercy to the parade of two strutting in the grandeur of their torment. The chains between their legs moved and rattled back and forth in a ceaseless cadence of hindrance making them carry the onerous weight while impeding progress and lengthening the journey in a seemingly perpetual march of whip driven hard labour. Thighs hard and tight, calves knotted, bulging with effort, Darlene and Meredith skittered into the training room accompanied by their own stifled cries and the last resounding crack of whips across their crimson striped bottom cheeks and the back of their thighs.
They stood at docile attention while much of what had been done not ten minutes earlier, was undone. Gloves, manacles, shackles and chains, arranged in an orderly fashion under nameplates labelled with their subject numbers, Darlene and Meredith, along with the dozen other members of their sorority, stood only in their fully-fashioned corsetry and high heels next to low round tables while instructed in the submissive positions they were required to practice under the strict supervision of their warders.
For more than two hours the fourteen women practised what looked to be a lascivious exhibition of gentle aerobics placing their corseted nudity in a series of wanton poses that displayed their sex and receptivity in adherence to the examples illustrated on the walls of the training room. Hung from each of the four walls were large posters illustrating the numerous positions of humble and obscene display they were required to assume on command. Like a virtual Kama-Sutra for one, the whole series of positions was depicted on all of the posters so that no matter where one looked in the room one couldn’t avoid seeing them. Meredith recognised the position Jonathan had her assume during her pelvic exam. It was just one of many she practised that afternoon along with Darlene and the other girls.
Whether kneeling, standing, or supine-on her back or belly-Meredith performed the series of lewd poses along with the rest of the younger women. She groaned and whimpered along with the rest with the effort to achieve and hold position in her stiffly stayed and busked corset. All fourteen, mounted on their low platforms, faced a raised rostrum where a uniformed security guard chanted the litany of commands like an orchestra leader. The display stands although in rows, were staggered giving a full view of all the girls. Once all the women were, more or less in the proper position, half a dozen uniformed guards meandered through their ranks correcting and adjusting their posture making sure they were at maximum exposure. A light flick of the men’s crops prompted deeper arches in the girl’s backs, wider stances, broad distension of their buttocks, and, in positions that required them to hold their bottom cheeks apart, correct placement of hands for optimum display without crudity or distortion of their fleshy cheeks. Meredith felt the crop inside her knees frequently; it insisted she strain her thighs wider thereby bringing her shaven pubes and labia into the prominent display required. Meredith didn’t like any of the demeaning postures. But after more than an hour of constant call and response, her legs and knees aching, hair damp from the perspiration of exertion she knew all of the more than a dozen positions and their unimaginative, but descriptive titles. All were shaming, most were stressful both physically and emotionally, and to her surprise, she had mastered them all but one.
After a short break the orchestra leader called the feminine instruments of his symphony to order ready to conduct them through the ritual presentation of their severely corseted nudity once more. Meredith and the other trainees stood in the normal position of attention awaiting the downbeat of command. Meredith studied the silhouetted figures on the chart behind the rostrum. She found herself committing them to memory.
“Attention open.”
Meredith turned her feet out as if in a ballet position. She flexed her knees tightening her hamstrings, tensing her thighs and calves in firm muscular definition. By thrusting her hips forward she clenched her buttocks and proffered the bared bulge of her clean-shaven pubes gaping the split of her vaginal lips in open display between her tightly corded and wide spread inner thighs. The rigidly erect posture exacted by her corset and the moulding of her legs by high heels and her stance lent a strange formality to the wanton exhibition she made as it did with the other girls standing in their lewd wide legged posture. As one of the guards approached her stand Meredith strained the harder to keep her knees as wide as possible with her hips thrust out as far as she could. He merely nodded as he strode by her flagrant display. With her exposed genitalia near his eye level Meredith felt as if he were viewing her womb when he looked for just a moment between her straining thighs before moving on. It was with a strange sense of pride that she maintained her pose. That she had got it right was evident since the guard hadn’t flicked his crop inside her bent knees urging them wider. She began to perspire feeling the dampness at the back of her neck under her intertwined fingers. Within minutes, she would glow with the exertion of practising the myriad poses and posturings signifying her self-abasement and submission to the contractual obligations of her indenture.
While practising the anterior presentations they all faced the rostrum, but to properly show their director the posterior views illuminated on the display charts, they had to face the rear of the room. It was just as humiliating as if they were facing him, but in a different way. Identity lost was anonymity gained. The shameful exhibitions individually made were now merely the generic presentation of subservience by a group of submissive females ripping their identity from them while subsuming them in a herd like classification more akin to animals than humankind. Meredith took her place in the group meekly.
“Grasp ankles.”
There were two variations of ‘Grasp ankles’ as well as a grotesquely embarrassing addendum to the latter of the two. But beyond that they presaged the penultimate position on the ubiquitous charts; the one Meredith had difficulty with. In her preoccupation with that horrible presentation she hadn’t spread her legs as wide as she could while bent nearly double with her knees locked in a straight-legged presentation of her buttocks and vulva while
holding tightly to her ankles. The base of her anal trainer stuck out rudely between her cheeks. The flick of the crop on the soft inner surfaces of her thighs corrected her posture. She spread her legs wider. She held her head up, concentrating on holding posture while looking in dread at the last few required positions on the chart.
“Knees bent, grasp ankles.”
Thirteen young women and the crimsoning Meredith stooped in the revealing and awkward frog like stance presenting their buttocks in the uttermost broadened, distended, and out-thrust exhibition possible. While holding their ankles with their arms between their bent knees, heads up attentively, they presented the black phalluses chained irremovably between the rounded globes of their bottoms as if to show the extent to which the anal inserts dilated and stretched their tight anal rims around the thick intruders. The ignominious presentation served as reminder that they were being conditioned to take the hard stiffness of men in that heretofore very private orifice which now held only a simulacrum of what was to come. That part of what they knew was true. They were also quite aware that the gargantuan device plumbing the depths of their bowels, unmercifully stretching them open in the rear was by far larger than that worn by any of the other girls. That part of what they knew was sheer imagination and the power suggestion at work opening their minds to future potentialities along with the capacity for use of their tight sphincters. The embellishment of placing their hands on their buttocks in a show of spreading them apart further was sheer humiliation since their stance held them as open as far possible in addition to rendering the pinkish oyster-flesh of their vaginas in unconcealed blatancy between their yawned thighs.
“This is one of the positions of offering you will make for lubrication and penetration for anal intercourse.”
A muffled groan, more like a whimper rose in unison from all the women who nevertheless kept their lewd posture in reluctant but tacit acquiescence to a future of making themselves available and accessible. In proclaiming their obedience to rule by extravagant and lascivious presentation to the proctor, who viewed them with approval from his rostrum, they each admitted the prospect of impending sexual servitude. They soon would accept larger anal trainers and eventually the long hard filling of their rear passages and spurting semen deep in their rectums. As they held the revealing and subservient semi-stooped posture of consummate display and exhibition the understanding of their purpose and duty to the corporation washed over them in waves of humiliation taking modesty and the previously held attitudes of proper feminine conduct and decorum dashing them on the rocks of training and discipline. Meredith had an epiphany as she crouched in concert with the rest of the trainees. The egregious show she made of the chain enforced dilation of her anus and the dripping wet evidence of her excitement slicking the chain between her swollen labia announced to Meredith more than to those watching her how appropriate to her sex and to herself her conduct had become. Arching her back, straining her knees wide, and pulling her bottom cheeks open in unambiguous exposure of her impalement in disciplined response to the directors’ ordered conduct, Meredith studied the next difficult position on the chart. She did it perfectly when ordered.
The offering made by the swan like exhibition of Meredith, Darlene, and the dozen other women mounting themselves in the arduous and supplicatory position of abject surrender demanded of them showed a good deal more than their presented and proffered genitalia raised on the display tables. It showed their readiness for further training.
They knew it and so did the guards. With their chins resting near the edge of the stands shoulders flat crushing their breasts under them to the hard surface, their necks were wrenched back keeping their heads up looking out over the edge of their presentation stands. In stark contrast to the low position of their heads and shoulders, curving up with arched backs and softly rounded bellies, their buttocks rose in egregious prominence propped up by their widely spaced knees brought forward at an uncomfortable angle to lift and display themselves in flagrant and purposeful display. With tremors of intentionality, arms extended straight at their sides, they held themselves open cupping their prominent bottom cheeks with fingers adjacent to the perineal space between vagina and anus. Exposure was total. The black phalluses clenched in their anal sphincters pointed toward the ceiling, the normal bulge of plump labia majora stretched flat and wide by both position and their own hands presented the myriad forms of female genitalia in open and vulnerable rubescent flourishes like moist fleshy ruffles; parting the split between their convoluted lips as if on offer in a gynaecological shop window. Like mounted and dressed viands on platters, the women held position while the uniformed officers meandered through their servile ranks observing the details of position and presentation.
Meredith shivered when one of the men stood behind her for some time. She could feel his gaze looking into her mind through her uterus. He could see her acquiescence; her willingness, her urgent need to serve the corporation in a new capacity. She held her cheeks wide for the man imagining Jonathan in her mouth while she serviced his bone-hard, dark, silky soft erection with lips and tongue willing him to ejaculate in her mouth. She excitedly anticipated training with her discipline and punishment master.
Darlene and Meredith returned to the office one-day. They had been guided through six weeks of arduous training bound and gagged, whipped cropped and caned into the sex servants they now were. Firm hands tangled in their hair or directing them from the back of their heads and necks encouraged them to overcome gag reflexes while taking their many trainers deep into their gorges opening wide for the stalwart members they laved and sucked with growing expertise. Having worn progressively larger anal trainers, they managed to accommodate the most generously endowed of the men on a daily basis after large enemas each morning. Once they learned what they were to do, knowing the meeting with Jonathan that would ensue if they didn’t perform as expected, they tasted semen on their palates perpetually while at the same time their anuses oozed with the spend deposited in their bowels during the long days of training.
Darlene initially had trouble with her obligation to perform oral sex, but a public caning set her straight and she responded well gurgling and groaning with her mouth stuffed and her lower lip bulging around jackstaff sized erections; she became an accomplished fellatrix. In the case of the larger black trainers, she looked to be trying to get a sooty stovepipe in her mouth. With her eyes closed, face distorted with concentration and effort, urged on by a hand at the back of her head she made as much of the member disappear in her mouth as she could, slicking its stiffened length and girth with her saliva. She swallowed what she coaxed to spurt in her mouth with gusto, choking the spewing ejaculate down with gagging competence if not relish. The consequences of not doing so were dire and painful and Darlene dutifully licked the residual discharge from her lips polishing the ebony knobs and shafts of her trainers cleaning the opaque film of semen from their flagging penises slurping it down as required.
Meredith got over her aversion to anal intercourse after she was forced to publicly display herself after being bound and raped in her rear passage by more men than she could count. Stretched out on a dining room table face down she had to spread her legs wide with her ankles overhanging the edges. With her hands easing herself open with gentle pressure at the back of her thighs just beneath her broadened buttocks she showed the results of her ravaging. The cleavage of her bottom cheeks splattered with globules of semen flanked the crater of her anus remaining dilated and open with the pool of semen pumped into her rectum by numerous trainers seeping out and dribbling down over her hairless vulva. She’d had a second session with her discipline and punishment master. He used a multi-stranded whip on her breasts and between her legs and she didn’t want a third. So, for over an hour she lay in a pool of semen and humiliation showing the results of all that she had endured by the copious amounts of semen endlessly oozing from her anus. After that, Meredith accepted her obligatory anal rogering dutifully grimacing and wincing a
s she was repeatedly penetrated and filled, it seemed to her, nearly to the roof of her mouth. On the frequent occasions she was required to service two trainers at once, orally and anally, she felt spitted on the long hard shafts sliding in and out of both ends like pistons. Meredith was severely tried on these occasions and not found wanting.
So, the well-trained and compliant sex workers replaced the vice president and her secretary in the executive lounge that afternoon.
Meredith wore a smartly tailored paisley dress that buttoned from hem to collar and her Gucci’s. Darlene wore considerably less. She knelt utterly nude but for six-inch heels she could barely walk in on a low round coffee table much like the display stands where they had practised positions and poses of servility for hours. She knelt in one of them with her knees apart, thighs spread, and her hands raised at the back of her neck. Her firm high breasts and voluptuous figure were well displayed. Meredith sat on a couch opposite. She had unbuttoned her dress from hem to her waist and sat with her stylish high heels planted far apart in the plush carpet. Her dress draped over her upper thighs gaped open to her waist revealing her bare legs, and her sex between her widened thighs. Her hands rested loosely on top of her thighs near her knees. She tilted her head slightly to the right and a Gioconda smile played over her lips.
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