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TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Eight
Brittney was given her own private bedroom in EllenÕs stone
schoolhouse. It was a spartan affair, a simple cot in a stone room, with a
chamber pot for a toilet and a pitcher of water on the floor, but Brittney
was too tired and sore to ask for anything better. The next morning Ellen
came to see her. She brought a hair brush. It was made of ivory. She
woke Brittney and sat her up and placed herself next to her on the cot. In
her long-sleeved skirt she was quite a contrast to the naked little
Brittney. She stroked her hair gently with the brush, untangling it. The
girl had been bathed the night before, by Elgina, in a big claw-footed tub
at the back of the compound. She seemed fresh as a daisy this morning,
with her lovely white breasts and her small furred pubis; the only mark on
her was the welt Samuel had given her across the cheeks of her ass, a
welt that made Brittney wince when Ellen sat her up. The other marks,
which the woman searched for before making Brittney sit up, had faded
away.
ÒYouÕre coming along quite nicely,Ó Ellen told the girl. Brittney
looked at her. Her big liquid eyes gazed unknowingly, blinking now and
then, her lips speechless. She was still in shock from what had happened
to her yesterday. Yet despite the aching stretchy feeling in her lips and
cunt she secretly admired the unknown men who had taken her; there was
a certain wonderful frankness to it; breaking through all her objections,
leaving her guiltless as they gave her what was required to make her into
a woman. It had been her second fucking; not as public as her awful first
fucking at JaniceÕs, tied to the post, yet still as urgent, as woefully
direct, smashing her virginity to pieces so that she would no longer be
mired in childish reservations. As Ellen ran the brush through BrittneyÕs
hair she said to her, ÒToday youÕre going to play doctor.Ó
ÒWhat? But nothingÕs wrong with me,Ó Brittney managed to say. Her
first words of the morning.
ÒThatÕs why I said ÔplayÕ,Ó Ellen said. ÒYou are perfect except for
your welt. As is expected in such circumstances. Otherwise you would
not have been invited, and I would not have supplied you.Ó
ÒSupplied?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒYes. There is a man in the town who has called. He called me this
morning. Woke me up, in fact. He wishes to play doctor. He and his wife.
You will be the patient, of course. Only a fine young filly is acceptable. I
know his needs. IÕve loaned him girls before. It will enhance your
training, your knowledge of the arts of love.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to play doctor,Ó Brittney said.
ÒYou may not refuse,Ó Ellen said. She put down the brush. She
patted BrittneyÕs belly, below her ribs, feeling smooth, flat satiny skin,
which sucked inward a little as she touched it. ÒOf course, plenty will be
wrong with you when youÕre finished.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Brittney blinked.
ÒI said plenty will be wrong with you when heÕs finished with you,Ó
Ellen said. She pinched BrittneyÕs hip. The girl gave a pained sigh. Ellen
marveled at how there was not an ounce of extra fat on the young female,
every curve seemingly perfect, her white lightly tanned skin immaculate,
her bosoms perfect pale white, milk white, where her bikini top usually
protected her, the milk white pattern repeated across her hips where a
bikini bottom would have hidden her pubis. The white stretched around to
her ass, the moon white, untouched by the sun, with only the single welt,
down where her thighs met her ass, marring her perfect beauty. ÒYes, it is
the nature of the game,Ó Ellen told Brittney. ÒThe girl arrives charmingly
dressed, her clothes neat and perfect. I have selected a school girl outfit
for you; a pleated skirt and blouse. I keep such things for occasions such
as this, for my guests, when I am called upon to supply them. You will be
on your best behavior, perfectly mannered, obedient. You will report to
the doctor and tell him your mother has sent you. He is of course
completely unlicensed, it is just a game, but you will behave with
complete deference toward him. He will be polite at first; no doubt his
young wife will bring you in. You will find them both excellent in their
manners, at first. The privacy of a screen will be offered to you to
undress behind. Use it; keep up the decorum. You will even be given an
examining sheet to put on. Tie it neatly, as you would for a real doctor
and his assistant. Then when you are ready the nurse will bring you in
your paper sheet out from behind the screen, escorting you. You will see a
gynecological table set up. It will have been prepared, the legs extended
and readied, by the man for you while you were getting out of your clothes.
Still they will be polite. You must not be wilful,Ó Ellen said to the girl.
ÒObey. Do not throw a tantrum. Keep up your end of the bargain as a good
little patient. You have come to them, they have not come for you.
Perhaps it is true you came on your motherÕs orders, but you are seeking
their professional help; you must not be a brat. Not at this early stage.
Even a little girl is disciplined and obedient enough to get out of her
clothes and into a gown and onto the doctorÕs table. They will tie you
down. It is necessary, considering what they are planning to do to you.Ó
Brittney held her breath. She couldnÕt believe what she was hearing;
EllenÕs words coming soft and nonchalant,as if she might be telling the
girl about what to expect in her first day at kindergarten, or high school
for that matter, which Brittney had yet to enroll in.
ÒYes, keep up your manners and the decorum,Ó Ellen said to the girl.
ÒDo not protest when they use straps or rubber tubing to tie you down.
Then when you are tied they will bring out the surgical tray. You are free
to be frightened then; who would not be, seeing the dispassionate metal of
that thing, and what it contains, the saws, the cutting knives, the probes,
the speculum and the way the silver bowl that is always there, next to the
tray of instruments, waits in silence to receive your guts.
ÒOh God!Ó Brittney cried. Ellen laughed. Despite the fear in the
girlÕs eyes she suddenly and abruptly thrust her hand down to her cunt.
ÒYes, it is exciting, isnÕt it?Ó Ellen said. ÒThey will be clothed in
their professional attire. You will be completely naked and helpless, your
gown having been removed by now.Ó She touched the girlÕs long flowing
brown hair, where it tumbled down over her bare right shoulder. ÒHave you
ever been on an operating table?Ó Ellen asked Brittney.
ÒNo,Ó Brittney said, her eyes large now, staring, unblinking. She was
looking at Ellen and yet at the same time beyond her, picturing in her mind
herself on the cold white table.
ÒIn a real operation they might of course be concerned with your
arms or legs, or perhaps your foot,Ó Ellen said. She watched as the young
girlÕs fingers fought to restrain themselves from stroking her cunt, yet
wiggled with lust at the same time, in her pubic hair, just above her small
lustful lips. The youngster was torn as she listened, wanting to play with
her clit as she heard the awful tale. ÒBut here on this table, the doctors
will be strictly interested in one thing: your sexuality and your sexual
parts. Your clit, your lovelips, your sweet furred mound, your flat little
belly and your big juicy tits. Your mouth too, for did you not receive with
it yesterday?Ó
ÒY- Yes,Ó Brittney said.
ÒAnd your palms, for they may bring a man pleasure too,Ó Elgina said.
She put her pointing finger, on her right hand, in BrittneyÕs navel.
ÒOook!Ó Brittney said, softly giggling. The girlÕs belly drew in
further. Her breasts shook.
ÒCome, we must have you take another bath, so you will be utterly
perfect for them,Ó Ellen said to Brittney.
ÒOh I donÕt want to go!Ó Brittney said, but her fingers had given in to
her cuntÕs desire and were now busily moistening her there.
ÒNo choice, remember,Ó Ellen said. She kissed the girl. Brittney
shivered. ÒOh my poor darling! They will do awful things to you, but you
will not be truly harmed, you must remember that,Ó Ellen said. She took
BrittneyÕs hand. She led the girl out of the bedroom. With her other hand
Brittney used her fingers on her cunt with yet greater relish, mercilessly,
paying no heed to the spectacle she would make of herself as Ellen led her
down the hall. They passed the other bedrooms, where the guests were
waking up, Brittney sighing in frantic explosive cries,
ÒOh! Oh! Oh! Oh!Ó She made herself cum as she walked, so great
was her excitement at being taken to the doctor. And yet she feared it
too, and left EllenÕs compound perplexed, not knowing why she was doing
what she was doing.
Samuel himself dropped her off. He gave her a kiss before sending
her into the house where the couple lived.
ÒBe good,Ó Samuel said.
ÒApparently I have no choice,Ó Brittney said.
ÒYes. Just as it should be,Ó Samuel said.
Brittney was greeted at the door of the modest residence by a buxom
young woman in a nurseÕs uniform. She had long blonde hair but it had been
pinned up neatly under her nursesÕs cap. Brittney stared at the small red
cross on the white cap as the woman said ÒHelloÓ to her. It seemed
somehow perverse that such a chaste virtuous symbol should be worn by a
woman contemplating such awful, unnecessary deeds. But the womanÕs
manner conformed to that of a nurse; she was prim, efficient, leading
Brittney straightaway into the doctorÕs ÔofficeÕ, which was in reality a
spare guest room at the back of their home. It connected through a door to
another room: Brittney could guess what waited for her in there, and tried
not to think of it.
The nurse made her sit down. The spare guest room was outfitted
like a traditional doctorÕs reception area, right down to the magazines.
The nurse put herself behind a small desk. She turned on a desk lamp and
pulled out a pad and pen from the deskÕs top drawer. Brittney looked down
at the magazines, which were spread out next to a flower vase with fresh
cut roses in it on a low wooden table. To her astonishment, a gasp
escaping from her throat, Brittney saw that these were no ordinary
magazines: Hustler, Barely Legal, and Taboo waited for her reading
pleasure. Brittney looked up at the nurse.
ÒIt will be only a few minutes,Ó the nurse said.
ÒI- I think I may have come to the wrong office,Ó Brittney
stammered. The nurse looked at her.
ÒOh! The magazines,Ó the nurse said. She got up from behind the her
desk. Quickly she scooped up the magazines. She put them away in her
desk drawer and got out others: Playtime, KidÕs Life and GirlÕs World.
Brittney gazed at these new offerings. The first was for preschoolers.
The second clearly was meant for elementary school children, for it
featured an article on characters in a book Brittney had learned to read
from in the first grade: ÒMulticultural Jane and Dick.Ó The third, GirlÕs
World, was hardly better. It promoted an article on itÕs cover titled,
ÒWhat to expect in junior high.Ó
ÒIÕm already in junior high,Ó Brittney said, looking up from the
magazine. ÒIÕm in eighth.Ó
ÒItÕs the best I can do,Ó the nurse said. She frowned slightly.
Brittney, feeling a little less frightened, picked up Playtime. She opened
it. In a voice faintly layered with derision she said, ÒTeaching your child
the A B CÕs.Ó
Suddenly the door to the room beyond opened. A mature older man
put his head out. He was wearing a white gown, a white mask dangling
around his neck.
ÒMiss Jones? IÕm ready to see the next patient,Ó the man said. He
did not look at Brittney. He retreated back into the other room and closed
the door behind him. The nurse got up from behind her desk. She went to
where Brittney was sitting and took the magazine out of her hands.
ÒThe doctor will see you now,Ó the nurse said to Brittney. The girl
gaped at her. But at the same time she felt a buzzing in her clitty. She
had never expected to have an erotic visit to a doctorÕs office! What
would it be like? Would they really be as awful to her as Ellen had said
theyÕd be? Brittney gasped as she was pulled upright from the chair she
was sitting in. She felt completely powerless now as the nurse led her
through the door into the other room. What she saw beyond was
unremarkable: bottles of cotton swabs, a box of Band-Aids, a clean white
table covered with a sheet, a sturdy row of shelves and cabinets. The
table had GYN stirrups but they were retracted. Then she saw the leather
straps hanging down from the table, which a real GYN table would not have
had. Brittney gave a yelp. Worry shone in her eyes.
The nurse and doctor ignored BrittneyÕs apprehension. Was it not
common for a young girl to be a little afraid, coming into a doctorÕs
office? The nurse pointed to a folding upright screen standing in the far
corner of the doctorÕs office.
ÒYou may undress behind that,Ó the nurse told Brittney.
ÒBut I--!Ó Brittney said. The doctor was pulling on white latex
gloves.
ÒIt wonÕt hurt a bit,Ó he said gently to Brittney.
ÒOh but IÕm FINE!Ó Brittney said.
ÒYour mother wouldnÕt have sent you here if you were fine,Ó the
nurse said to Brittney.
ÒI will see what the trouble is,Ó the doctor said to Brittney. His
voice was reassuring, his eyes gentle. Brittney found her eyes glancing
over him. He was well-built, but she could see what the trouble was: in
his crotch his dick, despite his age, was making a significant bulge.
ÒBehind the screen, please,Ó the nurse said, giving Brittney a small
push in the small of her back. ÒTake everything off. ThereÕs a gown for
you there if you wish to use it. Of course it will be opened the moment
youÕre up on the table.Ó
ÒEllen-- Ellen said youÕre going to hurt me!Ó Brittney said. The
doctor tutted, the nurse still gently pushing her forward toward the
screen.
ÒThere can be complications sometimes,Ó the doctor said. ÒA girl
who thinks sheÕs fine might be found to have a blockage between her legs.
Or her bottom may require special care and treatment.Ó His eyes danced.
He was clearly enjoying BrittneyÕs fear, the nurse impelling her now to
the very edge of the screen where she was expected to undress. Brittney
reached up and touched the screen. ÒLast week I had a patient who seemed
perfectly well, but her throat was dry,Ó the doctor told Brittney.
ÒOh! YouÕre awful!Ó Brittney cried. She blushed fiercely. But she let
the nurse usher her behind the screen. Then the nurse stepped back out
from behind it, leaving her there.
With trembling hands, not knowing why she didnÕt just try to run
from the place, Brittney got out of her clothes. However when she had
taken off her bra, and only her panties were left, she announced,
ÒI donÕt have to take off my undies, do I?Ó
ÒHmmm? Your panties?Ó the nurse asked, looking up from a pad
sheÕd begun to write on, that was lying by the cotton swabs.
ÒCome here,Ó the doctor called. Brittney stepped out from behind
the screen, forgetting, in her nervousness, the availability of the small
paper gown folded neatly on a chair behind the privacy screen. She faced
the doctor and nurse in a pair of white schoolgirl panties, her hands
covering her breasts. She was aware of an embarrassing moistness
between her legs. She wondered if her wetness was driving her to obey
them, despite her misgivings.
ÒYes. You certainly do look perfect,Ó the doctor said to Brittney.
ÒBut looks can be deceiving. Off with those panties and up on the table
with you. We will have to do an examination to discover what the trouble
is.Ó
ÒOhhhh, nothingÕs wrong!Ó Brittney sighed, trembling with
excitement, her nipples hard under her palms, as she said it.
ÒWeÕll fix that,Ó the nurse said.
Hurriedly, not wanting to but now too anxious and curious and wet
not to, Brittney pulled down her underpants. She turned her back to them,
her white bottom bulging out at them, trembling and clenching, as she
yanked down her panties. The doctor and nurse both noticed her welt,
running along the base of her ass. The doctor tutted and said,
ÒI can see what one of her problems is already. Misbehavior.Ó
ÒOh it wasnÕt me being bad!Ó Brittney protested, and clapped her
hands to her bare ass, her panties pulled down to her knees. She gaped
over her shoulder at them.
ÒGood girls donÕt receive welts on their bottom,Ó the nurse said.
ÒUp on the table. Lie on your back,Ó the doctor ordered. ÒAre you
pregnant?Ó
ÒNo! Of course not,Ó Brittney said, for Ellen had made sure she took
a morning-after pill before sending her over.
ÒHave you ever been pregnant?Ó the nurse asked.
ÒNo, unless something made me yesterday,Ó Brittney said. ÒI took a
pill this morning. And at ElginaÕs too.Ó
ÒElginaÕs?Ó the nurse asked.
ÒWell we are going to see about that belly of yours,Ó the doctor said.
He gazed at the girl as she sat on the table now, instinctively looking
down at herself as he spoke of her stomach. It was indrawn, a little
sweet flat space under her ribs, her big breasts hovering above both her
belly and her ribs, her nipples stiff. BrittneyÕs hands clasped the edge of
the white-sheeted table.
ÒWhat about my belly?Ó Brittney asked, looking down past her tits at
the hollow space where her navel twinkled.
ÒLast week I had to do a cesarian,Ó the doctor said. He came over to
Brittney. He put a hand to her shoulder, brushing her long tumbling hair
back. Then he pressed her rearward onto the table, so that she was lying
on her back, still gazing past her tits at her tummy.
ÒA cesarian?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒYes. A good fucking to make you pregnant, and then a slice across
your belly when itÕs time to deliver the baby,Ó the doctor chuckled. He
patted her stomach. ÒHow I would love to do that,Ó he sighed. The nurse
opened a cabinet. Brittney stared and shrieked as she saw her bring forth
a metal surgical tray. It was as awful as Ellen had described it, right
down to the silver bowl, clean as a whistle, meant to be filled with the
odds and ends of any procedures that were performed on her. A tit, a piece
of gut, perhaps her small buzzing sweet spot between her legs, her little
nubbin cut off to make her utterly chaste.
ÒI would enjoy giving her a Cesarian, doctor,Ó the nurse said, laying
the polished tools and the bowl on a small portable table.
The doctor stroked BrittneyÕs right breast. She shivered. She was
not tied, but her spine felt like jelly, making her tits wobble on her chest.
ÒWeÕll begin with the simple things,Ó the doctor told Brittney.
ÒBlood pressure, temperature, an examination of your throat. A mammary
exam, a quick swab of your cunt. Nothing too invasive. Then weÕll see
what the results show. In most cases an operation is required, IÕm afraid.
Do you agree to receive whatever treatment is necessary?Ó
ÒOf course she agrees,Ó the nurse said.
ÒI want to hear her say it,Ó the doctor said. Brittney looked
frantically from one person to the other. She might still escape: he was
well-built but she was young and fast. The nurse might prove the biggest
obstacle. She was young like Brittney, though older than 13. She could
catch Brittney by her hair and make her return to the table, Brittney
feared. But the biggest obstacle to Brittney doing what she knew she
ought, getting out of that place, was the unbearable excitement between
her legs, and in her belly too, and bursting up through her tits to her
nipples. She was wet between her legs now, visibly wet, her tight little
snatch secretly longing to be pounded again, to be pounded and stretched
as it was yesterday, as it was at EllenÕs, her breasts wishing to be
grabbed, her belly wanting to be filled with the seed which could, if she
was not careful, make her pregnant.
ÒIÕm-- IÕm not feeling bad,Ó Brittney said. But she did nothing to get
up, and so the doctor, smiling, began tying the straps to her wrists. She
heard the GYN table legs being extended by the nurse. A moment later her
feet were lifted and placed in the stirrups. She felt open, her thighs open
and her cunt showing. She sighed. Her stiff-nippled tits quivered with
jelly-like abandon. When BrittneyÕs feet had been buckled into the
stirrups the nurse came to the head of the table. She fitted a gag gently
into BrittneyÕs mouth, pushing a strand of her long brown lovely hair out
of the way so that it wouldnÕt become trapped between her lips. The nurse
lifted BrittneyÕs head slightly and tied the gag behind her head. Then she
got a pillow from a cabinet and put it under BrittneyÕs head.
ÒAre you comfy?Ó the nurse asked Brittney. Brittney shook her head
no. For the doctor, at the same time, was wedging a pillow under her
bottom. It lifted her hips and raised her lower back in an awkward way.
It made her cunt show more completely. But it was not truly
uncomfortable and so Brittney did not cry out as it was done to her. The
nurse smiled and patted BrittneyÕs forehead. ÒYou must expect a little
discomfort when you visit the doctorÕs,Ó she told the girl.
The nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around BrittneyÕs left arm.
As the girl felt it inflated the doctor stepped to the base of the table. He
got between BrittneyÕs spread legs. Brittney wondered at the gag: wasnÕt
her throat supposed to be checked? Her temperature taken? The nurse
read her thoughts.
ÒWe take temp from the bottom, from your ass,Ó the nurse said.
Brittney felt a sudden wet poke in her raised behind, the base of which
protruded off the end of the table. Something was sticking itself into her
ass! Brittney gave a shout from behind her gag. The nurse laughed. Then
Brittney realized it was her temperature being taken, in her bottom! The
doctor left the cold oily glass thermometer up Brittney for three full
minutes, the girlÕs hapless cheeks contracting helplessly around the thing
as it registered her bottomholeÕs heat. When the doctor drew out the
thermometer, and wiped it with a tissue, he held it up to the light. The
nurse came to look at it.
Ò98 degrees,Ó the nurse said, the doctor nodding in agreement.
ÒIÕll save her mouth until afterwards, since youÕve already put on the
gag,Ó the doctor told his nurse.
ÒIÕm sorry. I didnÕt mean to be hasty about it,Ó the nurse replied.
ÒItÕs alright. With a young child like this it is best to proceed
directly to the cunt,Ó the doctor said. Brittney shrieked as she felt a
gloved finger stroke her cunt. ÒSee how wet she is already? It is a
childÕs wetness, excited and afraid. We will have to put her on the hot
seat to treat it.Ó
To BrittneyÕs utter amazement, the doctor did not take her then,
despite her availability, and his obvious trouser bulge. She was freed
from the table. She was taken, bottom-wiggling and apprehensive as ever,
to a room deeper within the house. It was chilly. She heard an air
conditioner. She wrapped her arms around her naked body and looked
anxiously at her hosts.
In that cold room, before her astonished gaze, Brittney saw a metal
chair. Above it hung leather straps. Below it was a small bowl of coals.
The nurse picked up a can of lighter fluid sitting next to the coals and
squirted them, as the doctor made Brittney seat herself in the chair.
Brittney let out a gasp. The seat was cold!
The chair had no armrests, just a straight uncompromising back,
plus the part Brittney was sitting on. Angled above the chair, toward the
front of it, was a stout metal post. The straps hung from it. There were
several rings along the underside of the post, trailing back along its
length. Looking up at the cuffs, Brittney realized that they might be hung
not directly over her head, as they were now, but farther back, which
would necessitate stretching her arms backward in a most painful way.
The effect would be to offer to tits more completely to the depredations
of the doctor and nurse, her tits sticking out at them lewdly, her legs
perhaps spread and bound to the chair legs so that her cunt was
completely on view. The gag was still in BrittneyÕs mouth. She reached up
and to the back of her head now, sitting with difficultly on the cold seat
of the chair. Without permission she untied the gag. She pulled it free
from her mouth. The part that had been in her mouth was wet with her
saliva. Brittney stood up. The doctor caught her shoulder. As Brittney
was forced to sit down she let out a little cry, the cold seat again coming
into contact with her warm bottom. The nurse took the gag from her and
again put it into her mouth. Brittney shook her head no but she did not
fight them, did not lift her hands from where they tightly gripped the cold
seat now, her fingers white, despite the cold of the seat. When the gag
was again in her mouth, she looking unspeakingly at her hosts, the nurse
lifted her arms. She buckled BrittneyÕs wrists into the overhanging
leather cuffs. Then she cruelly unhooked the cuffs from the nearest ring
and pulled BrittneyÕs arms roughly back, hooking the cuff in the farthest
ring to the rear. Brittney felt tears wetten her eyes as she felt the effect
not only on her shoulders and arms, which was painful, but on her breasts.
With her arms thrown back, her breasts were brazenly lifted up and out to
the point of obscenity. They jiggled with ripe abandon, full and perfect,
the little nipple at the end of each tit desperately hard against the full
softness of each of her mounds
ÒThe nurse is going to light the coals,Ó the doctor said to Brittney.
The girl looked with frightened eyes at him, then at the nurse who got a
box of matches out of a cabinet. She lit the match. It glowed before
BrittneyÕs eyes. The nurse held it close to her tit, her right one, teasing
the extended, excited nipple with the flame.
ÒDonÕt burn me!Ó Brittney wanted to scream, but the gag filled her
mouth.
ÒMy, your skinÕs grown all prickly,Ó the nurse commented, for
Brittney now had goose bumps from the cold. ÒI wonder if your bottomÕs
cold too?Ó the nurse asked Brittney.
ÒObviously it must be,Ó the doctor said. He watched as the nurse
threatened BrittneyÕs other nipple with the match. Then she was down on
her knees, and a moment later a burst of flame could be heard as the coals
in the little bowl ignited.
ÒWould you like roast bottom for dinner?Ó the nurse asked the
doctor.
ÒIt sounds delicious,Ó the doctor said. ÒBut I want to be the one to
slice our meal tonight. You got to do it last time.Ó
Brittney would have got up and run hearing that, but it was quite
impossible. As the nurse had been buckling her wrists, the doctor had
smoothly parted her legs and bound her ankles by straps to the legs of the
chair. Brittney was open, her cunt displayed in its oyster perfection like
some object dÕart, the bottom lips of it touching the cold seat where her
bottom chilled. But as Brittney sought with her eyes to somehow plead
with her hosts to release her, despite the awful and appealing straight-
backed, breast-thrusting posture theyÕd put her in, she became aware of a
new sensation: her skin still bristled with goose bumps, but her bottom
was no longer cold. In fact it was distinctly hot, and growing hotter by
the second. In fact, it was growing so hot that Brittney let out a sudden,
ÒYEEEOUUUUCH!Ó The gag, of course, stifled all but a screamy gag
deep in her throat. Her breasts bounced readily and freely, wantonly
showing off their fullness as Brittney began frantically squirming on the
seat. The hard uncompromising metal was now growing uncompromisingly
hot, threatening to scald her. The line of her welt became a line of
seething flame, the extra-sensitive skin feeling the too-hot seat most
distinctly. But the rest of her ass was hardly better off: she realized she
was feeling her ass being cooked!
Brittney struggled to raise herself up off the seat. The cuffs could
have helped, if theyÕd been directly over her she might have pulled herself
free of the metal. She realized that her feet were not bound to the legs of
the chair itself, but to metal chains hanging tautly from a point at the
back of the post. When she wriggled her legs she could not free them but
they could be pulled upward, along with her bottom, if only she could hoist
herself by the cuff!
But BrittneyÕs lean arms could not manage the job. Especially with
them being drawn back so far. She yanked herself up an inch or so, nearly
wrenching her arms out of their sockets in the process. Her tits waggled
lewdly. Her cunt, already well displayed, widened a little more as she
tried to lift herself up. Her feet kicked outward, a quarter inch or so,
testing the chains. With eye-popping grief Brittney looked at her hosts.
Tears appeared in her eyes and ran uselessly down her cheeks, staining her
face but nowhere near her ass, which now baked on the point of being
hopelessly burnt.
ÒCannot you see the way out?Ó the nurse laughed at Brittney. ÒYour
bottom will be our dinner if you donÕt think of it soon.Ó
ÒI may as well tell her,Ó the doctor said. He looked down at
BrittneyÕs rapidly cooking cunt and said, ÒIt requires the use of your pee
hole. You may not have seen it but the metal seat youÕre finding so
uncomfortable has a small hole drilled in its center. If you put yourself
right over it, your cunt I mean, and let go of your bladder, your pee will
fall through the seat and extinguish the flame. You need only make the
effort. I will aid you with whatever flames remain when youÕre finished.Ó
ÒYou should have made her pass the examination alone, doctor,Ó the
nurse said, but the doctor only smiled and unzipped his fly and pulled out
his dick. It was a big one, and the doctor gently assured the frantic
Brittney that he was well-armed with pee to save her bottom.
ÒNow if only she drank plenty of orange juice for breakfast,Ó the
nurse said.
ÒYes, it is as I remarked about her tummy,Ó the doctor said. ÒIt is
obviously capable of holding in her pee, or she would have wet herself
already. Now we will see if it can bear to release her urine in front of
total strangers.Ó
Brittney gaped at her hosts. She was unfortunately not new to this
game, now that she knew what the rules were. With an effort, biting down
on her gag, she willed herself to pee. At first nothing came and then,
suddenly, like a welcome summer shower in a time of drought, her bladder
released itself. She heard her pee trickling and spurting down through the
hole in the chair. She looked down at herself, wiggling frantically on the
chair, and made sure her cunt was over the hole that, indeed, if one looked
closely, was there. To her great relief the doctor began urinating also. At
first his aim was too high: he splattered himself on her belly. His pee ran
down into her cunt and some if it trickled through the hole. The doctor
laughed and realized he might keep his aim high and still put out the fire.
So he shot all his pee onto BrittneyÕs wriggling frame, onto her small flat
belly, aiming for her navel. When he was finished the fire under her was
indeed out. The nurse smiled and released BrittneyÕs arms from the cuffs.
The doctor, his stiff penis still hanging out, bent down and undid her
ankles. A moment later Brittney leapt up. She stood rubbing her bottom
for a full minute while the couple admired her. She was burnt a little but
no more than a sunburn might give, the nurse reported to her, pushing her
palms aside to examine her cheeks.
ÒAnd now we must have our next test for you,Ó the nurse told
Brittney. ÒYou will serve us at mealtime. But not as you might think, as a
waitress. You will be the platter. Yes, the mere platter. And we will eat
our food off your body. But hereÕs the real treat: my husband does not
care to make a platter of your belly. He wants to make your bottom the
plate, and your bunghole the center of his culinary activity.Ó
After being wiped with a cloth, to get the pee off her, Brittney was
led, still gagged, to a polished wooden table in the coupleÕs dining room.
She was made to lie face down on the table. Straps were applied to her
arms and legs. A pillow was put under her chin, another raised her hips.
Then a well-greased carrot was introduced into her rectum. From behind
her gag Brittney mewed: the thing split her like a penis might, but it was
not a penis, though the doctor pushed it into her with a most
uncomfortable observation.
ÒDamn, itÕs hard to get it in!Ó the doctor said, as BrittneyÕs ass
huddled helplessly around the thing.
ÒShe is too tight,Ó the nurse said.
Candles glowed; the impromptu meal proceeded with the doctor
licking sugar-free maple syrup off BrittneyÕs behind. Then he ate the
carrot, withdrawing it only at the last moment, when it was almost
completely eaten, so that the natural suction of BrittneyÕs ass would not
pull the last part of the thing into her colon. The doctor ate every bit of
the carrot, despite BrittneyÕs anal juices which were smeared on the part
that had been in her ass.
ÒDelicious,Ó the doctor remarked.
Despite the depredations she was suffering, in spite of the fear she
felt, Brittney harbored a secret pride. The couple clearly admired her.
She knew now that she must be as pretty as everyone said she was, why
else would this professionally-clad man eat something heÕd pulled from
her ass? The nurse worried her: she had a youthful cruelness to her. But
Brittney was beginning to feel comfortable with the doctor, with his
personality if not with his actions. Secretly she almost wished she might
stay with him here, and please him with her proud body.
The doctor must have been thinking something similar, for he
suddenly said, as Brittney was freed from the table,
ÒI have something else IÕd like to show you, my dear. Again it
pertains to your bottom, which I find quite fascinating, even more
fascinating than the rest of your lovely form. I have a stool downstairs.
Perhaps you have seen one before. It is equipped with a dildo. I would like
you to sit yourself on it to force your behind to open more. It would be a
difficult procedure. You might tear yourself a little doing it, but it would
be for a good cause. You have an absolutely lovely ass and I would love to
put myself into it, but as you can see IÕm large and youÕre only 13. The
two of us need a little assistance in accomplishing such a feat.
Brittney nodded. She let the man lead her into another room, into a
Ôsitting room,Õ as the nurse called it. But though the room had big
comfortable chairs the thing Brittney was offered was clearly perilous: A
wooden stool, bolted to the floor in the middle of the room. A good-sized
rubber prick was fastened to its seat, making sitting on the stool quite
impossible without forcing the thing up inside oneself. Still wearing her
gag, Brittney mounted the stool. The nurse oiled the big dong sticking up
from it as Brittney hung poised over it, her bare feet perched on horizontal
bars running between the stools legs. Then the nurse squirted her anus, to
make the passage easier, causing Brittney to cry from behind her gag as
the squeeze bottle poked into her ass. At the doctorÕs command, placing
her hands down on the seat itself, Brittney began to apply her bottom to
the fake cock. She wedged it up between the cheeks of her ass, her
childish bottom tensing as she did so. Gradually Brittney became bolder;
for one thing, her arms were growing tired of supporting her weight. She
let more and more of herself rest on the stoolÕs stiff member, easing it
with greater force against her tight little sphincter. She felt strangely
proud of herself, working her virgin bottomhole like this, sweat on her
brow, her breasts hanging down freely, her ass protruding toward her
hosts. Brittney shouted as she felt the dong violate the closeness of her
sphincter, pushing up into her colon. Bravely, after lifting up briefly, she
attacked the thing with her bottom again. This time it went in deeper!
She did not allow it to escape her again, though she did ease the pressure
a little by rising up slightly. Then it was down with herself once more,
her slim back rippling, her small muscles along it showing, her bottom
jutting out more lewdly, the thing splitting her.
ÒBravo! Keep going!Ó the doctor urged. Brittney obeyed, thrusting
herself closer and closer downward onto the stool, gasping and shrieking
as she felt the consequences of this in her bottom. It was difficult, it
was impossible, or seemingly so, yet she worked at it, finally and with a
great triumphant sigh seating herself on the stool, the dildo plunged all
the way up her as far as its length would permit. Brittney blinked. Her
hosts clapped. ÒNow work yourself on it,Ó the doctor told Brittney. ÒDonÕt
worry. WeÕll take care of you if you hurt yourself doing it. Push your ass
up and down, let yourself be violated to the utter depths. Force yourself
to the point of ruin if you can bear to; it is necessary to achieve the
proper opening-up of your little butt.
Brittney obeyed. With increasingly urgent motions she speared
herself on the awful thing that was splitting her guts. There was no joy
in it, in fact it was downright painful, but doing it gave her a glowing
sense of accomplishment, when it was finally done, and she had been
ruthless with herself, nearly tearing her colon in her attempt to make
herself a woman, no longer a child.
Samuel came to pick her up that afternoon. Brittney could barely sit
on the seat beside him, in his big truck. He told her to lie down on her
belly. She was small, there was enough room on the big bench seat, if she
put her head in his lap and bent her knees and hooked her feet through the
passenger side window. Of course the secret purpose of this was soon
revealed: it was not SamuelÕs concern for BrittneyÕs comfort that was on
his mind, for she found herself gagging on his deep-thrusting cock all the
way back to EllenÕs.
ÒYou have a strong penis,Ó Brittney said, when they got out of the
truck.
ÒThanks,Ó Samuel said. He wiped sperm from the corner of his
mouth. To his amazement, as they came through the gate, the girl had
swallowed a lot of him down. It was, as far as he knew, her first
swallow.
Ellen came out and greeted them.
ÒHow is your bottom?Ó she asked Brittney.
ÒI opened it!Ó Brittney said.
ÒYou got fucked?Ó Samuel asked.
ÒNo, I fucked myself! My bottom, I mean. Then the doctor strapped
me down to his exam table and fucked me.Ó It was all quite frank, this
conversation out on the lawn by SamuelÕs truck. The three of them went
inside, Brittney jiggling her hips, still feeling the effects of the stool, the
metal seat and the carrot, plus the ÒrewardÓ the doctor had given her for
her obedient behavior.
ÒYou are doing well,Ó Ellen said. ÒThe doctor called a few minutes
ago with his congratulations. He says your health, as it turns out, is
excellent. Even after your visit.Ó
ÒMmmm. ThatÕs good,Ó Brittney said. She felt a new confidence as
she went into the stone building with Ellen and Samuel. She no longer felt
like a shy, wilting child. Despite her youth she felt like a woman, newly-
minted, with only her bottom (which was at the moment quite sore)
remaining to be opened by a real penis.
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