by Powerone
She trembled again, almost naked; his eyes roamed up and down her body and now his order to strip the last remaining protection from his leer. And his orders to do it slowly, to take her panties off for him like a common stripper. To tantalize him like she might do for a lover. She hesitated but then her hands moved down to the top of her low cut panties and slid them down, slowly as he ordered, let the top roll down, lower and lower until finally the top of her bush began to show. She looked into his eyes focused intently on her sex as she hesitantly uncovered her bush, her vulva gradually revealed for the first time.
"Keep going, you have such a lovely pussy, Elizabeth. Such thick labia and so tightly clenched. I am going to enjoy shaving your pubes,” his excitement increased. He had found that girls tended to get more aroused when their Mound of Venus was bald, the many nerve endings no longer hidden by the hair.
The panties pulled from between her legs as she slowly pushed them down, self conscious as her breasts swung beneath her when she bent over to remove them. She kicked them off her feet, her skirt flew with them as she stood up, naked and exposed, her thighs clenched tightly together. She waited, naked before him.
God, was she beautiful. And, all his to do as he pleased, ready to submit to whatever perverse act he would require of her and do it willingly. “Turn around with your back to me and bend over, I want to see your ass,” he ordered her, relishing her compliance, eager not to show his leering face. Her twin buttocks were near perfect, heart shaped and tight. Her cheeks were tightly clenched, her treasures hidden from his view-for now. But what drew his attention from behind was her pussy, her labia. Her lips were pushed out prominently, large enough to be seen even through her clenched thighs.. The right one seemed to be bigger than the left, very pronounced, puffed and extended, almost bald except for small traces of hair. If she had known how sexy and exposed she was, she would have spread her legs instead. How he would have loved to whip it with his leather riding crop, with close attention to her extended lips that hung down. “Lower, Elizabeth,” humiliated her a little more, welcomed her compliance with pleasure, her head now below her waist, her ass pushed up higher, her labia more pronounced. “Yes, you are so lovely from behind, Elizabeth. You should see how exposed your pussy is."
She kept her thighs tightly clenched, hoping to keep her anus from being exposed, ignoring the fact that it also pushed out her labia from behind and how it must look. The crack of his voice showed his excitement, her arched position afforded him an excellent vision of her puffy lips. She felt more embarrassed than she could have imagined; her face red as she bent over in submission. She was temporarily relieved when she heard his command to rise and turn around, her relief turned to fear as he ordered her over to the imposing chair. The chair that would expose all of her orifices to his intimate examination, the thick leather straps imposed the discipline on her body that he required.
He moved the straps out of the way as she approached, admired the way her breasts gently swung as she walked, the sway of her hips that enhanced her naked body. “Sit way back in the chair, use that tiny slat to support yourself. The stirrups will keep your body raised up off the chair seat.” It would also keep her exposed from below for his eager hands to explore all of her body.
She lowered herself into the chair, the cold metal of the stirrups struck fear in her heart as she felt how strong they were, realizing how she would no longer be able to close her legs to his probing fingers once she was secured in them. Her legs rested on the cold iron basin, as she waited for the orders she knew would come, but hoped to prolong the inevitable command.
Doctor Lenox lowered the stirrups, pushed them all the way to the front, to start off slowly, to slowly force her body to reveal all of her intimate charms to his eyes and fingers. “Put your right leg in the stirrup for me, Elizabeth."
She looked into his eyes, to plead for rescue, but his eyes were on her sex, to wait for exposure of her charms for the first time. She saw his pants jut out in the front; his erection almost busted the zipper. She put one hand on her crotch and swung her leg out and up, an awkward movement, the rush of air on her exposed pussy a testament to the way her sex opened up. She shivered in fear as her leg hit the cold, metal stirrup, slid into the worn groove, the metal kept her leg secure. She felt his hands fumble with the leather strap, move it around her ankle, felt him draw it tight before he locked it tight. She tried to pull her leg up, tested it, felt the power it had over her, as it resisted her feeble attempt to escape.
"Tight enough, Elizabeth?” watching her try to pull out, pleased at how far it spread her, letting her hand hide her sex from him temporarily, relishing the humiliation she must be feeling. “I'm going to have to help you with the other leg, Elizabeth.” He grabbed her ankle, slowly raised it up towards the other stirrup, heard her groan of pain as he pulled it back behind the stirrup before letting it move forward again until it was locked into the groove. He wrapped the stained leather strap around her leg, pulled the end tightly, watched as it dug into her tiny ankle. He looked down at her, pleased with the position it had placed her in; his cock eagerly awaiting his pleasure in playing with her spread pussy.
Her ass was arched up from the chair, only her back was supported by the tiny slat, the rest fully exposed, her hand still covering herself. Her knees were bowed out, forced into that position by the stirrups on the armrests. If it hadn't been for the slant of the chair back, her hips would surely have been broken, her crotch horrendously split up the middle. The position was obscene, much worse than at a doctor's office. This position was intended to humiliate and leave her unable to protect her sex from anything he desired to do to it. That was what she feared the most. Even though her hands were unbound, they could do little to protect her, unable to reach down very far without increasing the strain on her crotch, her hand barely covered anything. The chair was built well for its purpose, as it left a female totally exposed and unprotected.
Doctor Lenox grabbed her wrist, pulled it away from her crotch, “it won't do much good, Elizabeth. Just relax, there is not much you can do to except lay back and try to enjoy it.” His eyes took in the sight of her naked pussy, the wide expanse of her legs pulled her pussy lips back slightly. Her lips were large, clenched tightly over her vagina. She was probably a virgin. Their lips tended to be closed more, as if they knew they were protecting her precious innocence. He gazed farther down, her anus hidden from his view. He would soon adjust the stirrups, raise her body up and back, her anus would be completely exposed and slightly opened.
"Never, I will never enjoy it!” She would not become a play toy of his, forced to cum against her will.
Doctor Lenox moved away, returned with a pitcher of water, the hot steam rising from the neck of the pitcher. In his other hand he held a tray of various tools and towels, including a straight razor, the sharp blade glistening in the light. He watched her as he slowly poured the water in the basin under her ass, the steam rose to caress her spread pussy. He pushed the washcloth in the hot water, lathered it up with soap
She jumped when the hot washcloth touched her sex, the delicate material felt good, the hot water relaxed her. No, don't let him do this to me. She felt him rub her mound, the soap made the washcloth glide over her skin. He seemed to grip her sex with the washcloth, embracing her mound in the hot cloth. She arched her hips up in response, angry at her own body's reaction.
Doctor Lenox picked up the shaving cream and lathered her mound, his fingers luxuriated in the feel of her vulva. When he had her lathered, he picked up the straight razor. “Hold very still, Elizabeth, I don't want to cut such a lovely pussy,” her body tensed.
She felt his fingers move over her, the razor poised at the top of her sex. She tensed when she felt the metal touch her, drift over the soap, slide effortlessly down, only to return to the top and begin again. She forced herself to remain still, barely breathing as the razor shaved her clean, each time the blade moved down, his fingers, always nearby, stretched her skin.
She was almost excited, his fingers brought about a strange feeling as they glided over her naked flesh, the tiny nerve endings exposed, the hair no longer protected her. She felt him grip her labia, pull back her outer lips, her inner labia pink and exposed. His fingers intimately rubbed up and down the lips, inspected her as if he were a medical doctor, his fingers pinched the flesh, made her jump, felt her begin to get wet. “Yes, I like that, Elizabeth. I can feel your pussy begin to cream for me. Are you beginning to enjoy this?” her hands clenched tight as she endured his fondling of her body. He drew back the other lip; her pussy pulled apart, her pink flesh so exposed. His finger circled her vaginal opening, the tightly clenched muscles glistened with her juices. He pushed his finger against the opening, felt her body fight the intrusion. “You have a very tight vagina, Elizabeth. Have you ever been fucked?” He waited for an answer. He let his fingers sink tightly into her pussy lips, pinched hard.
"Ow!” She screamed as he squeezed her lips.
"I asked you a question."
"No Sir, I've never let a boy inside me.” She felt humiliated answering such an intimate question.
He pushed with his finger, her vagina opened for him, her muscles gripped it as he slid inside her up to the first digit. “Yes, very tight, Elizabeth. You're getting very wet. Too wet. I will make you cum, but not yet. We have one more thing to shave.” He rose, moved to the stirrups, shifted her into a better position.
"What are you going to do?"
"I need to shave your anus. I'm going to raise the stirrups and tilt your hips back a little. Relax now, there is nothing you can do to stop it.” He turned the cranks on each stirrup, felt the heavy metal stirrup move back towards her head, her ass rose high up from the chair. “Now, back a little,” another set of cranks tilted her hips backwards. He looked down, pleased at the position she was in, sat back between her widely spaced legs, again.
She felt her body bent back and up, the hot steam beneath her ass washed over her anus, understood she was grossly exposed. “No!” she screamed when she felt his fingers slowly run up her perineum until she felt a calloused tip touch her anus, her tiny hole quivered and began to spasm.
Doctor Lenox ran his finger over the wrinkled opening, felt it react to the cruel intrusion of his fingers, pushed down on it, it pushed back in response. “You have a very excited anus, Elizabeth. It seems to dance for me,” his fingers stimulated her back passage, the hole opened and closed, each time his fingers rubbed over the tiny hole. He picked up the washcloth, burnished it over her anus, the soap next, thoroughly lathered between her cheeks. “Hold very still again, Elizabeth, this razor is sharp.” He let the razor slide over her anus, heard her sharp intake of air, felt her shuddered. There were few hairs to shave, just an errant hair here or there. It was more for the humiliation than to shave her. He wiped her clean again, her tiny pink opening glistened in the light.
"No!” she screamed again as his finger returned, this time the fat finger slid inside the pink opening up to the first digit before she could protest, unaware he had used the soapy lather to lubricate his finger.
He felt her sphincter grip, attempt to push it out, his finger massaged against the clenching muscle. “Such a tight, hot asshole, Elizabeth. I know you have never been sodomized before. Nothing that big could have been into this tiny hole,” laughing as her sphincter struggled against the finger that continued to play inside her, twisted, turned. He pulled his finger out just as the door opened and Headmaster Michael appeared.
"Everything all right, Doctor Lenox? Is Elizabeth performing as she promised?” Michael walked in, his eyes glued to Elizabeth spread so obscenely before him. She saw his look, her face turned red in shame as his eyes took in the exposed area between her legs and her newly shaved pubes. She was more beautiful than he had expected, her cleanly shaved vulva glistened, her tiny wrinkled anus already a light pink, assuming Dr. Lenox must have already fingered the tiny hole. The stirrups drew her legs up and back, the plane of her sex quite opened and exposed.
"She is being a very good girl, aren't you, Elizabeth?” Dr. Lenox winked at Michael
Her head was down as she mumbled, “yes, Sir."
"I was just getting ready to masturbate Elizabeth and make her cum. Would you like to watch?"
Elizabeth tried to sink further into the chair as the humiliation of the next act penetrated. Now, she would be forced to cum in front of both of these men.
"Only if Elizabeth would like me to stay. Would you like me to stay, Elizabeth? Would you like me to help masturbate you and make you cum?” He wanted to hear her say it, hear her ask him to masturbate her. They both waited for her reply.
"Yes, Headmaster Michael. Would you please masturbate me?” Her face red in humiliation, her eyes closed.
"Look up, Elizabeth,” Michael ordered her, her eyes opened, looked into his. “I want you to watch us masturbate you and make you cum.” He ordered her just as the General would do.
"Yes, Sir,” Elizabeth answered the Headmaster.
"Bring over the toys,” Dr. Lenox said. Michael grabbed some of the toys he had brought in. He watched Elizabeth's eyes widen when he placed them on the table near her, the vibrator with the rabbit ears for stimulating the clit. The anal probe, a long slender shaft with ridges that ran around it at every inch mark, each one progressively bigger down the shaft. Finally, the nipple clamps, the bright shiny metal shone in the light, the chain ran from the clamp, the sharp teeth of the clamp brought fear into her eyes. “These should get her aroused."
"Her pussy is virgin, so I will just stimulate the opening of her vagina and her clit. Her asshole is also virgin, a tight tiny hole. It will do well to accept the anal probe, her sphincter squeezed the blood from my finger when I pushed inside her. She seems to endure the pain on her nipples, maybe even enjoying it a little too much,” laughing at her distress. “It should be easy to make her cum for us."
Elizabeth could only suffer the embarrassment as they talked about her as if she were not there, talked about what they were going to do to her body, how she would react.
Michael sat in front of her, grabbed the baby oil. “You have to make sure you rub her pubes with baby oil, otherwise she will get razor burn.” He poured some into his hands and felt her body jerk when he touched her naked vulva. “Yes, you did a good job of shaving her,” his hands rubbed the smooth skin with the oil, the youthful skin took on a gorgeous luster. He pulled back one of her lips, his fingers slid up and down her inner lips, her body trembled from his touch. Then the other lip, his fingers felt the silky pink inner pussy, inspected it as he pulled it out, felt how puffy her lips were. His fingers slid down lower, rubbed in more oil as it slid down to her anus, stroked the wrinkled little opening, watched as it fluttered, Elizabeth's eyes open wide as he pressed down.
"Aaaahh,” she moaned quietly, tried unsuccessfully to hide her emotions.
He pushed with his finger, her sphincter unable to stop the slippery digit from entering her rectum, the muscle tightened on the tip of his finger like a pair of pliers. “Yes, she certainly is tight back here,” again twisted his finger inside her, wanting her to feel the power he had over her body. “Why don't you take over here, Dr. Lenox? I think I would like to play with those gorgeous titties.” He got up and stood behind Elizabeth, Dr. Lenox already in place in front of her, the vibrator in one hand already moved up and down between her tight lips, a visible twist of his finger and the sound of vibrator filled the room, a groan from Elizabeth.
"Put your hands behind your head, link your fingers,” Michael ordered her, she quickly complied
, her breasts pulled upward, the tips already hard and pointed. “Yes, like that,” her breasts thrust out, his hands encircled the naked flesh, her nipples jabbed into his palm. He squeezed, the flesh compressed by his powerful grip. He released, squeezed again, enchanted by the resiliency in her flesh. “Such nice tits you have, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear as he molested her. Dr. Lenox rubbed the vibe, moist with her juices, up and down her slit. “Feels good, doesn't it, Elizabeth?"
She wanted to arch her hips, but the stirrups kept her spread wide. She wanted to push her pussy into the vibrator, her sex damp with her desire. She no longer cared who masturbated her; she only cared that someone would make her cum. The Headmaster's hands on her breasts felt good, though he was especially rough with her flesh. She felt him move to the tips, his calloused fingertips rubbed cruelly over her sensitive flesh. The fingernails ran around her areolas, the skin tender as he continued to circle round and round, but never quite touched her nipples. She thought they would explode before he finally caught one between two powerful fingers and squeezed harshly. Elizabeth moaned silently. “Ahh!” She cried out when he twisted her nipples hard. “Not so hard,” she begged Headmaster Michael, her plea ignored, his fingers pulled her nipples out, stretched the rubbery flesh from her body.
"Does it hurt, Elizabeth? I think you like a little pain, I think it makes your pussy wet."
"NOO,” she cried when she felt her anus speared by the anal probe, Dr. Lenox gave it no time to adjust to its girth before he pushed it in deeper, the rings widened her passage with each new shove. The pain was mixed with the pleasure of the vibrator; Dr. Lenox moved it back and forth over her swollen clit. She felt the probe withdrawn, pushed back in again, this time deeper, her rectum forced to accept the widening probe, her sphincter muscle fought the brutal intrusion. Why did they keep doing this to her bottom? She had never thought of that place as a sexual organ, yet these men seemed to have a fascination with it. It burned as the probe began to fuck her, the rings coerced her open each time, shrank back down and then forced wide again, each time her anus stretched wider to receive the ever increasing girth.
