File: CLIN.TXT
Chapter 7 of the St Cunatus saga
 
               A Visit to the Clinic

Near the end of dinner, Alina informs the others at her table that she will
be speaking to the three late girls as soon as dinner is over. 'Would Sister 
Valoria please see to it that those girls are kept back after the others 
leave?' She invites the Crest guests to stay, also, if they wish to observe 
the manner in which order is normally kept in this school. They do wish to, 
thanking her for the oportunity to observe what is surely a rare event.

As the girls are dismissed, and file out to return to their dormitories for 
the night, Sister Valoria singles out the three, meeting the original two as 
they are almost at the door and directing them to return to the head table, 
where the diners have remained seated, waiting. Sister Valoria then waits at 
the door for Amber to reach her. Once again, the girl is walking very slowly, 
and she is almost the last one to the door. She is walking more normally now, 
but still with a very deliberate movement, as though she must consider every 
move beforehand. Such is her air of concentration, that she does not notice 
the other two being drawn aside and redirected. When Sister Valoria touches 
her arm and speakes, Amber starts suddenly, and glancing round spots the other 
two on their way up to the table. A look of dismay passes over her face for a 
moment.
Valoria> "Amber, whatever is the matter with you? Mother Alina is quite 
concerned that you may be unwell. She wants you to come up to her table for a 
moment. Are you feeling poorly?"
Amber> "I.. ah.. Yes, a bi.. A little, Sister. It's nothing really."
Valoria> "Well, she wants to see you anyway. Come along now...." She starts 
back, and Amber begins to follow, again slowly.
Valoria> "Oh Amber, there must be _something_ wrong, you are walking so 
slowly. Come, lean on my arm; try and be a bit quicker."

By the time they reach the table, Carla and Denice are already standing before 
the seated adults, being questioned by Mother Alina.
Alina> "..so all of you from your dorm left with time to spare? So why were 
just you three (nodding to Amber) so much later than the others?"
Denice> "Well we.. Amber was so slow. The others went on, but we stayed with 
Amber, we.. we thought she... She said she was alright, but she was so 
slow.."
Carla> "Yes. We were worried, she seemed... "
Alina> "Ah, I understand. She does seem to be quite ill. Still, I do think
that your manners on entry to the hall were very poor. I shall overlook it 
this time, since your urgency derived from your concern for Amber. However,
please do not allow such a lapse in behaviour to occur again."
She pauses for a moment, considering the three girls standing before her.
Alina> "That will be all, Carla and Denice, thank you."
Together: "Thank you, Mother Alina." In obvious relief they curtsey to the 
others seated, and make the fastest exit possible while not appearing to 
hurry.

Now Amber really is looking ill. She is swaying slightly, shoulders hunched 
forward, as though trying to draw back her breasts. Indeed, in this position 
their swell is hardly discernable within the loosely falling cloth of her 
tunic. Her head is downcast, eyes staring fixedly at the floor, and there is
an abnormal flush to her cheeks. As well as this terrible posture, Alina sees 
her actually biting her lip. Is the girl actually in pain?
Alina> "Amber, oh dear, if you were ill before dinner, why didnt you speak to 
your dorm matron? There was no great need to drag yourself to dinner you poor 
thing. Now, what is the matter? We shall take you to the clinic at once and
you can lie down, at least, while you tell me."
Amber seems to wilt even more at the mention of the clinic. "Oh.. no, I'm..
no really.. if I could just g.. go back to the dorm and lie down.. I'm sure
I'll.. I'll be alright. Really.. Please don't, don't trouble your..."
Alina has risen and is walking round to Amber. The others Sisters at the
table rise to follow her, and the Crest members also stand.
Alina glances to one of the younger Sisters nearby, Sarena, and asks her-
"Sarina, Amber is in your dormitory area, isnt she? Has she been ill at all 
recently that you can recall?"
Sarina is one of the youngest of the Sisters, probably no more than 25, and
easily the pretties of them. Even in her sober robes she shows a fine figure,
tall and slim, with a narrow waist and shapely hips. She has been showing
particular concern at the signs of Amber's illness, and replies in a clear 
voice:- "Yes, she is, and this year she has never had a single problem that
I know off. Oh Amber, why didn't you come to me when you felt ill?"
Amber> "Really it's nothing... I'm sorry Sister Sarena, I felt all right till
just before dinner, really... and I wanted to see the... hear the speeches.
Can't I please just go back to m.my b.bed?" 
Alina> "No Amber, I think we should definately check you don't have something 
serious. Hmmm, possibly you should come too, Sareena." A thoughtfull look 
crosses her face, and she goes on: "Also, Clair and Anne, will you come too?
Perhaps we may need a few extra hands if she should collapse."

Tony> "Err.. Should we..? You won't be needing us then?"
Alina> She has taken Amber's arm, and motioned for Sister Valoria to take the 
other again. "Oh perhaps, hmmm.. Have you all seen the clinic? Also, you know 
none of us here is actually a qualified doctor. We have to ring for a doctor 
to come when we need one. Would it be too much to ask if David at least could 
come along? I've never seen symptoms quite like this before."
David> "No, certainly, I'm happy to be of any assistance. I think the others 
will probably prefer to come along too, am I right?"
The other five gravely nod assent.
Alina> "Very well, come along then Amber. Can you manage?" She begins to walk 
Amber towards the door to the main coridoor, and a concerned gathering
follows. Besides the Crest group, the three other Sisters tag behind, looking
concerned. With both her arms being bustled along, Amber's legs have little 
choice but to keep pace. She gasps a little, and seems to shudder every few 
steps.
Alina> "Are you in pain? We could fetch a stretcher and carry you?"
Amber> "No really! Really, all I want is to go to my own bed. There's no..."
Alina> "Oh stop being silly. I can't have one of my girls falling sick, and
just ignore it. We must find out what the matter is. I do hope it isn't 
contagious."
They walk on down the corridor, to the clinic, with their trail of followers.
At the door one of the other Sisters holds it open, and they manoever Amber
in sideways. David follows them, then the others file in and disperse to 
the back of the large room, behind a row of beds.

Alina and Valoria lead Amber over to the flatly padded examination bench and
plop her up into sitting on it.
Amber> "Uh!" She gasps again as her bottom lands on the bench.
Alina> "Pardon? Is your bottom sore?"
Amber> "No, no! Its just.. my stomach... the jolt, I... a bit sick, yes."
Once more, Amber's face is flushing, her normally clear skin turning a
surprising deep shade of crimson. She is breathing quite rapidly.
Alina> "Well, Amber, now will you tell me what the matter is? Was it
something you ate?"
Amber> "... I, uh er, I only had a tomato sandwich for.. for lunch. Oh really,
please, I'm all right. Can't I just go... go to my own bed? I'm just a bit 
tired.. Nothing wrong with me, really..."
Amber> "Hmmm.. I don't think so. Well, perhaps Doctor Pierce here can make 
more sense of this than I can. Doctor, will you...?"
David> "Of course. Tell me, do you keep a stethoscope and such here somewhere?
Alina> "Oh yes, we are very well equipped. Most of it is in that cupboard 
behind you."
David turns and opens the cupboard. As well as a number of drawers, there are 
some shelves, and a pegboard. Hanging on this is a stethoscope, and also a
gleaming line of speculums, graded by size. David searches through the draws 
until he finds a thermometer, blood pressure cuff and magnifying light.
He returns to Amber. "Put this under your tongue for a moment will you, young
lady?" he asks her, placing the thermometer in her mouth. As he spends the
next few moments raising her sleeve, placing the cuff on her arm and measuring
her blood pressure, Amber's rapid breathing is made more obvious, since she
now has to breathe through her nose. This makes a lot more noise.
She is sitting hunched forward a little. Now that she has her arm back, her 
hands are once more crossed in her lap. Her legs are tightly closed.

David> "Just try and relax, Amber. I'm sure this won't take long, and if there 
is really nothing much the matter with you I'm sure you can go. Try to breathe 
slower. Take deeper breaths. Can you sit up straighter, that would help?"
Amber sits a very little straighter. Her hunched shoulders and loose tunic 
still almost comletely hide her breasts.

Now, David knows perfectly well what is the matter with Amber. After all, he 
and Sue had watched through the window as her dorm mates shoved the fat rod of
her pencil case into Amber's cunt only two hours ago. At dinner he had quickly 
wispered a brief description of the situation to the other Crest members, so 
they too understood exactly what Amber's problem was. Her problem was that she 
was impaled on seven inches of bright red pencil case, and was deathly afraid 
that everyone was going to find out. They could guess too, that she was also 
having a hard time hiding the inevitable arousal she must be feeling. In this 
they were partly correct, for Amber was indeed having a hard time of it. What 
they didn't know was just how hard. In fact, Amber feared that it was only a 
matter of time till she was going to have another gasping, shaking orgasm.
The huge rod inside her, the sense of her labia tightly stretched around it's 
base, the way her parted sex exposed her clitoris to the rub of her 
underwear, the pressure of her pressing legs on it all, these all combined to 
produce a gradual but unstoppable rising in the tension and heat in her 
loins. She had twice been overcome with shuddering climaxes while seated at 
dinner, and for a while after the last it had seemed that she would be able
to suppress another buildup, at least till she returned to her dormitory and 
whatever further debasements her room-mates had dreamed up. She had done her 
best not to think of that, though her mind had seemed determined to circle the 
matter closer and closer. For some reason she could not seem to feel angry 
with them, or think carefully about ways of escaping their control. 

Unfortunately, the wave of dismay she had felt when Valoria had first thwarted 
her exit from the hall, had somehow sparked a new flame in her tightly 
stretched cunt. Then, though she had been filled with a terrible sinking fear
while standing in front of the table of Sisters and guests, being questioned 
by Mother Alina, far from cooling the heat in her loins, it had seemed as if 
the fear had transformed as it sank, into a tense expectation. The more she 
feared for her discovery, the more the tension had built in her sex. Under
the combined gaze of the seated row of adults, she had felt as if the glow 
building within her hips must surely be directly visible to them, it's heat 
shining through the material of her tunic. Surely her swollen, wet and aching
lips, so scandalously, tightly stretched apart, must be clearly visible? 
The virtual frogmarching she had been subjected to on the way to the clinic
had added a dose of frictioned lips and delicious movement within her, as her 
legs bumped against the projecting base of the rocket, shifting it to remind 
her of the depth of her penetration.
Then she had been casually lifted onto the couch and dropped onto it, firmly 
re-impaling her on the full length of her embarrasing secret. If she had been 
alone at that moment, or if Alina had not distracted her from the tide of 
desire the thrust had triggered, she would have cum there and then. Instead, 
she had flushed deeply, teetering on the brink and stammering her best effort 
at an intelligible reply. She knows that if she comes now, she is lost. She 
wonders how much longer she can hold out.

David too, is wondering. His problem is of a more strategic nature though. He
is wondering how he should proceed. On the one hand, he is immensely enjoying 
the situation, relishing the delicious humour and eroticism of the girl's 
predicament. Not to mention the immense erection fortunately hidden by his 
jacket. He very much wants to play the scene out, to a revelation of the 
girl's obscene condition to the Sisters. Their reaction is what most intrigues 
him, for of course, the sight of young women with objects up their twats is no 
great novelty to him, or any of the Crest people. That the girl is a 
supposedly innocent and pious student of a straight laced place like St 
Cunatus does add a considerable spice to his delight at her torment though.
On the other hand, he wonders if its such a good idea to be involved in this 
sort of event with the Sisters present, and before any of the planned scandal 
control measures are in place. Could this jeopardise the whole plan? How 
_will_ the Sisters react? Should he simply diagnose a case of over-excitement, 
and send the girl off to her bed undiscovered?

The trouble is, he is almost certain that Mother Alina is more than a little 
suspicious of the girl's condition. From the intent way the woman is regarding 
the girl, he thinks that the chance of the girl getting back to her dorm 
without incident is rather slim, whatever he does. In that case, it had better 
be he who makes the 'discovery', or she will not be very impressed with him as 
a doctor whatever else happens. And after all, there is no way Alina can 
place any blame for the situation on them, for it was her idea to invite the 
Crest members to the clinic. He decides to proceed normally, and simply let 
the truth be revealed however it may.

David> "May I have your wrist please?" She hesitantly lifts her arm, and he 
begins to measure her pulse. It is very fast, her heart must be hammering.
"My, my! Do try and relax Amber. I am not going to bite you, you know! Err..
can you tell me how long your heart has been racing like this? Have you been 
feeling any pains in your chest or arms? Let me have this now." He takes the 
thermometer from her mouth an glances at it as she stammers-
Amber> "Oh, I, uh, it started, just before d.dinner. Just a b.bit before. And 
no, no p.pains, really..."
David> "Hmm. Well, your temperature is fine. Now, I need to listen to your 
chest for a moment, so if you will unbutton your tunic a little please.."
Amber> "..Oh.. oh.. but.." She turns to Alina, looking distressed.

Now David knows that Amber is not wearing a bra, and that bras are mandatory 
in the underwear category at St Cunatis. But _he's_ not to know about the
bare state of her breasts, is he? So..

Alina thinks Amber is worried about having a man seeing into the front of her 
dress. Well that's ridiculous, the silly girl, she thinks. After all, he is a 
doctor, and he will only see Amber's undergarments anyway. The other three men 
in the room are all over with the other Sisters and ladies, to the rear of the 
room. Simply opening the front of Amber's dress is not going to reveal 
anything to them.
Alina> "Oh come now Amber, don't be so bashfull. David is a doctor, after all.
Now stop dallying and undo those buttons."
Amber> "But, I.. that is.."
Alina> "Amber! no buts."
Amber seems to hunch even further. She does start to undo her buttons though.
Her head is lowered, and she tries to hold the front of her dress closed even 
as she undoes the buttons. She looks trapped.
David> "Now I really must ask you to sit straight and breath deeply now while 
I listen." He puts on the stethoscope and reaches to insert it within Amber's 
blouse. She has straightened a little, but nowhere near properly erect.
David stops just before opening her dress, and says "No no Amber, that will 
never do! Now I want you to sit up, and bring those shoulders back." He places 
his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushes back. "Come now, straighter.."
Amber seems to give a sigh of defeat, and allows her shoulders to be pushed 
back. Her spine straightens, and although she still holds her dress front 
closed with her hand, her breasts at last show their swell agains the fabric.
David sees that her nipples also show their own swell prominently, but he
does not allow that he has noticed. He is more interested in watching Alina
from the corner of his eye. He sees that she _has_ noticed, for her lips purse 
and a slight frown creases her brow. He expects her to make a comment on 
Amber's apparent bra-less state, but instead he is surprised to hear her say-
Alina> "Amber, really, is this the best posture you can manage? Now the doctor 
has asked you to sit straight, but you are still slumping. Straighten up now!
Stomach in, and chest forward. At once now!" Alina's eyes seem to glitter.
Amber quails, and her mouth opens as if to speak, then she closes it. She 
does finally straighten into a correct posture.

For the first time, David can see that Amber is a very well endowed girl, as 
far as breasts go. Even the loose school tunic is stretched across the large,
high standing and pointed cones beneath it. Apart from where her hand clasps 
the edges together between the mounds, the material has parted with the 
tension, showing clear, pale areas of her skin above and below her breasts.
In his best professional manner, David appears indifferent to the sight.
David> "Ah, thank you Amber, that's much better. Now, if you will just let go 
of the front..?" Once again he reaches toward her with the stethoscope.
Amber, seeing no alternative, lets go. Immediately, the edges of her tunic pop 
apart, speading almost to her nipples and revealing the finely shaped and very 
naked valley between.
There is no way he would not notice this. He starts a little, and glances 
around at Alina, as if to say 'well, and what do we do about this?'.
For a moment Alina simply stares at Amber's revealed breasts, and David is 
sure he spots a flicker of anticipation cross her stern face. Then she is 
instantly a deeply offended Mother Superior, and nothing but.
Alina> "Amber! This is outrageous! What is the meaning of this! What can 
possibly have led you to..  to come to dinner in this state of.. of.."
She is lost for words for a moment, then continues: " scandalous undress?"
Alina pauses, expecting an answer, Amber remains silent, but wilts back into a 
stooped pose, head downcast. Her hands are wringing in her lap. She once more
bites at her lip.
Alina> "Oh this is simply too much! Amber, SIT UP STRAIGHT AND LOOK AT ME!"
She is practically shouting.
Amber raises her head with a look of absolute dismay and fear, and slowly 
straightens up once more. This time the tunic opens up completely, falling to 
the sides of her breasts and revealing their full beauty (and fully erect 
nipples as well). On Amber's slim though well rounded figure, their size seems 
almost out of place. Yet they have the shape and lift of the teenage, recently 
grown tit, a rounded cone, with as yet no sign of any fold forming as gravity
finds it's grip on their mass. The pointed shape seems to draw the eye to it's 
peak, where her dark and turgid nipples are so prominent and cylindrical, they
remind David of castle turrets, complete with wide crinkled moats of her 
aureola. He imagines a charge of mounted knights racing down into the valley 
between and up the other side, to do battle with the heathen defenders of the 
other keep.
Alina> "Hmmpf! Very well! Now Amber, NO MORE NONSENSE. I shall continue to
assume for the moment that you are unwell, and not fully in control of
yourself. This may excuse your behaviour so far tonight, and even your.. this 
condition." (She waves her hand in at Amber's chest. David is not certain 
whether she means the lack of bra, or the extremely obviously aroused nips.)
"This despite the fact that you seem to insist you are NOT unwell. So, until
Dr Pierce has finished his diagnosis, I shall not discuss this matter.
If you find baring your, your boosom to Dr Pierce unseemly, well, the
responsibility for that lies on your own head. However, young girl, I expect
to hear and see nothing but your full and complete co-operation. 
Do you understand?"
Amber> She is visibly shaking. She holds her correct posture rigidly, but is 
staring at the wall behind them, not able to meet either Alina's or David's 
eyes. Almost whispering, she replies- "Yes, Mother Alina."
Alina> "Then you may proceed, Dr Pierce. I am most intrigued to learn of your  
conclusion."
David> "Hmm, yes. It is still a puzzle to me too I must admit." ('Like hell!' 
he thinks. 'God I can't wait till Alina spots the rocket up her!') "Still, we 
have hardly begun. Now Amber, could you breathe deeply for a moment? Sorry if 
this is a bit cold." He begins to listen around her chest, properly avoiding 
placing the stethoscope on her breasts, though he contrives to graze one 
nipple with his sleeve. At this she jerks and a small gasp escapes her.
David> "Hold still, please Amber. Nearly finished. Please try and breathe 
evenly...     Hmmmm...         Hmmm."
He withdraws the steth, and does his best professional thinking frown at her.
"Now Amber, I want you to answer me honestly. I do not think that your nipples 
are in a normal condition." (Amber starts and the word 'nipples' as though she 
cannot believe she heard him say it.) "Tell me, are they usually as large as 
this?" He points to one, his finger almost touching it. Amber looks down and 
stares at his finger.
Amber> ".. They are.. are usually s.smaller, Doctor."
David> "And when did they become like this, Amber? Was it before dinner?"
"Uh.. y.yes... uh, I w.was dressing, and, and they just sort of, of uh got
bigger, Doctor."
"I expect they are very sensitive, in that condition Amber. Was that why you 
left your bra off perhaps?"
Amber seems to grasp at the explanation he is offering her. "Oh yes Doctor, 
that's right, they were so uncomfortable! So I had to take it off again. Thats 
what happened."
David> "I see. Hmm... Now you said earlier you have a bit of a tummy ache? 
Where exactly?"
Amber is looking more and more relieved. She can see that she might make it 
out of here alive after all. Just a bit of tummy upset faking to go!
All the questioning has concentrated her mind nearly to the point of being 
able to ignore the massive prong wedged in her cunt. For the moment, the 
screaming tension building around it has abated to a bearable roar.
Almost, anyway. Just so long as she sits still, she thinks, it will be OK.
Amber> "Yes, just around here." She indicates just below her ribs. "It comes 
and goes. Sometimes I felt really sick, you know, nearly vomited! It's getting 
much better now though, really. Can't I just go to bed? I'm sure it will be 
gone by morning."
David> "Mmm, yes, quite likely. However, I'd just like to check your tummy to 
be sure. Won't take a moment. I'd like you to pop your legs up on the bench, 
and lie back. That dress is loose enough to lift up, so leave it on, just pull 
it up please."

Amber looks like someone hit her with a mallet. She stares dumbly at David.
"But.. but.." She glances around at the others at the far wall, who are 
politely examining the clinic's sink, racked stretcher, posters of the 
upper respiratory tract, and so on. She looks pleadingly at Mother Alina, but
meets only a stern 'no nonsense now' glare. There is no escape for her, it
seems.
The look of hope that had been in her eyes moments before, vanishes, replaced 
by the same mix of fear (and something else) she had shown before.
She turns left to begin the move, and starts to lift her left leg onto the 
bench, but shivers, and returns her leg to the floor. For a moment she leans 
forward, her legs held tightly together, and wriggles her bottom on the firm 
padding of the bench. Then she quickly swings both legs together up onto the 
bench, lays them flat (still tightly together) and carefully lowers her torso 
to the surface.

To David, who knows what she is trying to hide, it is obvious that the first 
move was aborted when Amber felt the dildo slide down a bit as she opened her 
legs and leaned back to lift one. She had then moved to push it back in as far 
as she could, then held her legs together to keep it in. She knew that if it 
slid out once her skirt was up, the bump would be clearly visible in the 
crotch of her tights. David wonders what Alina thought of Amber's strange 
display. Alina has said nothing, but is gazing at Amber with a fierce 
intentness. She moves around the bench to stand at Amber's feet, from where 
all of Amber is visible to her.

David> "Good, good. And now the dress, if you please. Or shall I?"
Amber has been too occupied with the mechanics of getting onto her back 
without having three inches of rocket base protruding from her pubes, to
think of her dress. Now she is reminded of it, she realises the front is
still open, in fact the front has fallen way open, leaving her breasts
standing high and free on her exposed chest. She gasps softly, and draws the
edges together to cover herself. That wasn't what David meant.
David> "Oh never mind that now, you can do that up in a moment. Just lift 
the hem of your dress up past your tummy, please."
Amber manages to hold her tunic front closed with one hand, and begins to pull 
her dress up with the other. Her grey tights hide the texture of her thighs, 
but their shape is revealed to be very fine.  The dress passes her crotch, and 
while David is being carefull not to stare, he sees that there really is no 
sign of the dildo. She has managed to keep her legs tightly clasped enough to 
hold it fully within herself. He is a rather surprised; considering it's 
length, a fair pressure must be needed to keep it embedded that far.
'And even more in a moment, heh heh.' he thinks to himself.
Amber has pulled the dress up into a bunch about her waist. With the high 
waisted tights, there is still no bare skin visible, still, it's enough for 
David's purpose. 

David> "Now Amber, I am just going to feel for any unusual lumps in your 
tummy. You must relax your muscles. If you are tense the muscles will prevent 
me from finding anything." He slips a hand under the bunched hem of her dress, 
and places it flat lightly on her abdomen between her ribs and her belly 
button. Beneath the soft padding of skin, her muscles are rigid. He begins to 
massage gently in circles, testing her tension.
Amber is staring straight up at the ceiling, breathing in long, shaky sighs.
One hand is still holding her tunic front closed.
David> "Hmm. No, no, Amber, this will never do. You _must_ relax. Your muscles 
are like boards now. It will perhaps help if you will assume a more relaxed
position. So... if you please, put your arms by your sides, and the legs.. 
please try to not clasp your legs together so. Best if you let them part a 
little.. like so.." Amber has not made any move to comply with his 
instructions, so he removes his hand from her stomach, and lightly grasping 
her wrist, pulls her hand away from holding her tunic front. The dress falls 
open again, once more revealing the volcanic cones. He guides her hand to her 
side. "Now, just relax, leave your arms at your sides like that. And the 
legs... like so.." He moves to her ankles and slides his fingers between her 
calves, pressing them apart against the pressure of her tensed muscles. Only
a little bit, just enough till her knees are about an inch apart. Enough to 
ensure her inner thigh muscles are not clamping together. "Fine.. now, you
must remain so.. Please do not move. And make your best attempt to relax the
tummy muscles, eh? Can you do that, Amber?" He moves back to standing above 
her and gazes down kindly at her, trying to catch her eyes.
Amber can see him there, but she does not make eye contact. She is biting her 
lip a little. She nods, hesitantly.
David> "Fine... Now, to continue." He replaces his hand on her tummy and 
resumes the circling massaging motion. Her muscles are still tense, but a 
little less so. He can imagine what is going on lower down. With her thighs 
no longer assisting in the caging of the wild dildo beast, it is left to the 
relatively weak muscles of her cunt's opening to retain the straining captive. 
She must be channeling every ounce of her concentration into that struggle.
He is beginning to admire her determination. 'Won't do the cunt any good 
though!' he thinks.
He begins to press more firmly, probing deeply into her abdomen, working from 
side to side in a slow scan of her internal structure. It all feels absolutely 
normal, of course.
As she feels the powerful stiring motion of her stomach, Amber gasps, 
beginning to get some idea of what is to come. And possibly seeing what is to 
come out, too.
David> "Is that uncomfortable? Tell me if you feel any unusual pain. That may 
reveal something more serious than an upset stomach. Have you ever had 
appendicitis?"
Amber> "No... not painful, no.. o.." David is gradually working lower. Now he 
is down to her belly button, pressing down very firmly with his finger tips 
and circling them in the depression formed. On the downward arc of the circle 
he is certain he can feel a lump... yes! ha ha! He can feel the tip of the 
pencil case thrust so far up her it is nearly even with her belly button!
Ah, what fun this will be, he thinks. He works a bit lower, sliding the upper 
edge of her tights down a little, out of the way.

Amber can feel the rod in her being shifted too, now. With her desperate 
concentration on getting through this undiscovered, she has been almost able 
to ignore the burning, stretched heat in her cunt, the rigid ache of her clit, 
her swollen, throbbing nipples. Now she feels her concentration slipping away.
Practically the only muscle she can tense without shifting her position, is 
the almost exhausted ring that has battled to hold the prong inside her so 
far. Now the prong is being shifted from its other, deeply burried end.
It's every movement makes the heat grow brighter, the tension closer to 
snapping point. She can't see how she is going to avoid letting it show.
'They are going to find out! They will see it in her.. oh! And the doctor is,
is a m.man... ohhh _he_ will see it! They will _all_ see it.. Ohhh....'

David is now probing around the end of the shaft he can feel deep down in her
belly. He assumes an attitude of surprised, professional curiosity.
David> "Hm! This is odd now! What a curiously positioned bump this is."
He works it from side to side, exploring it's size and position.
Amber groans despairingly, and her knees lift slightly, then fall back, but 
outwards, opening the gap between her thighs wider. A shiver runs through her 
entire body, but her hips seem to shake more than anything else, other than 
her breasts.
David> "Amber, can you feel this lump? Is it uncomfortable when I press it 
like this?" He presses straight down on the upper end, not far below her belly 
button.
Amber is almost too far gone to speak. "...oooh.. oh it's.. ..noo it, it 
doesn't hurt.. it's just.... ooohhh...." Her head drops to one side, away
from David and Alina as if to escape her predicament by removing them from
her sight. Unfortunately she finds herself looking straight into the eyes of
the small crowd at the back of the room. It is now obvious to all that Amber's
condition is not a simple case of illness, and no-one is pretending to 
politely ignore her examination now. So once more Amber finds herself in a 
state of public sexual torment, on the verge of losing control, surrounded by
avid onlookers. Just as it did in the dorm, then the dining hall, the fact of 
being watched amplifies the throbbing lust in her cunt beyond all reason.

David> "Hmmm.. well I can see you do feel _something_. This seems quite 
extensive too. Hold on a moment..." He is probing lower, following the ridge 
of the object within her. He can detect it nearly down to her pubic mound. As 
he shifts it from side to side, Amber gives a long quiet moan behind closed 
lips, and her hips lift up off the table slightly. David can see that the 
shape of her tights between her legs is not quite right, showing small signs 
of something pushing outwards in the area of her vagina.
He turns to Alina, who is now frowning down on Amber with a look of hovering 
doom. "You know, at first I thought this girl may have been suffering from one 
of the unusual forms of hysterical excitement. I am afraid that I am now 
almost certain that there is a more substantial origin of her condition. In 
fact.. " He gives the phalic lump an extra stong kneeding. Amber moans again 
and her hips rise against his hand, further than before. ".. in fact, I
believe this young er.. lady.. is in a state of strong, well, um.. dare I say
it.. sexual arousal."
He pauses a moment, studying Alina for reaction. She is unmoved, probably 
having reached that conclusion herself. Likely she also senses that there is
more to be revealed.
He continues- "Now, sometimes this may occur in young ladies of overactive
imaginations and, well, let us say, imperfect morals. Their unhealthy
dwelling on certain lurid fantasies can produce physical conditions very
similar to what we see here.
That was my second line of thought in this case, yet the unexplainable 
_persistance_ of the condition seemed to cast doubt on it.

Again David pauses, sweeping his gaze agross all present, preparing them for
the final diagnosis. When he continues, his tone is grave-
"It seems now though, that we may have something far more serious here.
Specifically, _here_..." As he says this, he presses firmly toward her spine
above the tip of Amber's passenger, causing her to gasp, probably in a little
pain from the strength of his fingers. Immediately, he then thrusts 'down'
against the shaft's end, pushing it towards her crotch.

There is no way Amber could hold the case in against that force, even if she 
was totally calm, cool and collected. It slides within her, the base escaping 
the last clasp of her quim, slipping out inches and stretching the cloth of 
her panties and tights. She is lost. She knows it. Her cunt is clenching 
around the shifting cylinder. The fire in her private parts is overwhelming.
There is no point attempting to hide it anymore.
Amber lets out a long, unsuppressed moan of lust. "ooooOOOHHHHHhhhh...."
Her hips hunch upwards for real this time, pubis thrusting up, her rear 
lifting completely off the bench, her legs tense and tilted apart.

David allows himself to stare at the mound in her tights. Alina is also 
staring at it, her face a curious mix of outrage and anticipation. Since she 
still does not seem ready to speak, David continues-
"Hmpf! No doubt about that, then. This sort of self abuse is uncommon in 
proper young ladies. In fact I myself have never before encountered such a 
case. Still, there it is. To my estimation, this girl is.. is holding within 
her vaginal canal an object of at least six or more inches in length, and 
quite considerable girth. The resulting stimulation of the erogenous nervous 
system has either produced, or maintained a physiological response normally 
associated with coitus. All of her symptoms I have observed are explained by 
this condition. I do not believe that she is actually unwell in any way. In 
fact, apart from whatever mental aberration may have led her to this act, I 
find her to be in perfect health."
He has been holding her stomach depressed throughout this. Amber has dropped 
her hips to the bench once more, but is regularly tensing her buttocks and so 
rocking her pubis upward. The Unidentified Fucking Object is tightly
stretching her underwear.
As David finishes his sumary, he removes his hand from her stomach and steps 
back. The stretched cloth is now the greater force on Amber's impalement, and 
the UFO shifts back in a short way. Again: " uuuUUUHHHhhh..." and her hips 
rise with her groan.

David> "Err... Well, that's my diagnosis. I think perhaps that should be the 
end of my involvement in this. As a woman, and the correct authority here,
you may wish to deal with the matter yourself?...."
He folds up and replaces the stethoscope, and other items from the cupboard.
Actually, he is surprised at how well Alina is taking this. He was expecting 
at least a little frothing at the mouth and shouting. Something a bit more 
spectacular than the controlled anger she is showing. In fact, it seems to 
merge into a businesslike thoughtfullness as he watches.

Alina> "Perhaps. I think this may actually present a good oportunity to raise 
a certain delicate matter with your group. I have been putting it off until
the time seemed right. It has some bearing on the obligations you will be
undertaking if you proceed with your acquisition of the school.
We will have to discuss this in private, and before the matter of what to do
with this, this _strumpet_ is determined. Immediately, would probably be best.
My office upstairs will be most convenient.
Now, if you will all just step outside and wait in the hall, I shall be with
you in a moment or two. Amber will remain here."

'What! _Now_ she wants to talk business?! What's going on here?' thinks David.
Like him, the other Crest members are registering pure bafflement. Even more 
oddly, the other Nuns have gone completely unreadable.

Alina remains standing by Amber as the others file out, curiously glancing at 
each other and the two at the examination bench. Those who were at the 
back of the room have not actualy seen the hump between Ambers legs, though 
they all heard David's description. This had had mixed effects on the group, 
causing gasps and astounded glances among the Sisters, while among the Crest 
members there had been some attempts to show the same sort of reaction, but 
with a few smirks and many suppressed chuckles.

The last person exits, and closes the door.

Alina looks down at Amber almost sadly. "Now Amber, if you can take your mind 
off your unspeakable condition, and manage to stop that depraved squirming 
for a moment, I must see exactly what you have done to yourself.
So.. I want you to slide your undergarments down to your ankles for me. You
will do this now, and no delays. Your punishment for the sins you have
already committed is certain to be severe; do not add to it."
Amber is being torn by powerful, conflicting forces. She feels on the verge of 
tears, yet the fire within seems to make tears impossible. "Oh please, please, 
Mother Alina... I, I cannot..."
Alina> "There is no need for you to speak, so do not do so. I am keeping note 
of each time you disobey me, you wicked girl. Now, at once, as I said!" She 
makes a downward gesture in the direction of Amber's waist.
Amber makes an unvoiced wail of despair, and proceeds to slide her tights down 
from her raised hips. This reveals her panties, and the even more distinct 
impression of the rocket base at the apex of their crotch mound.
Once she has worked her tights down to mid-thigh, Amber slips her fingers 
under the elastic of the three pairs of panties, meaning to slide them all 
down together. Perhaps that one odd fact will not be noticed? But no..
Alina> "Amber, stop a moment. What is this? More than one pair! Ahh girl, you 
cause me sorrow. What premeditation you apply to your depravity. Well, down 
with them all, one at a time. Also, they must go down further than that, to 
your ankles, as I told you. Now, proceed!"

Amber closes her eyes, as if to escape from the world. What _can_ she do?
She gives a small sob, and peels down the outer undergarment, pushing it 
down against her bunched tights, then sliding the combined rolls of cloth 
further, past her knees, and down to her ankles.
To do this she has first to raise her hips again, then once the knickers are 
free of her bottom, to lift her legs, knees towards her chest, so that she
can reach her ankles. For a girl with a cunt that feels like it's stretched
to missile silo size, this is a very silo jolting exercise.
She is forbidden to beg, or plead, there is no way to avoid obeying Alina's
stern commands, so she had simply begun as instructed, her mind disengaged,
allowing the supposedly simple actions of lowering her knickers to carry her
forward through one excruciatingly shamefull moment to the next.

It turns out not to be so simple. Her mind might be totally gridlocked, but 
her body has no such problems. It knows what it wants, it wants to HUMP!
It has been aching to hunch and grind the whole time, ever since the shaft was 
sunk into it, but for some reason the brain was forbidding it (mostly).
Now it senses freedom. On her first pair of panties, Amber's hips had lifted
a little more than necessary. Getting the first panties down to her ankles
had seemed to involve quite a lot of leg waving and tensing. For the second 
pair, her back arched high, her hips thrusting and rolling, then twisting and 
grinding back at the bench as she worked the panties to her ankles. This all 
shifted the rod in her sheath, restarting the clenching contractions of her
cunt, and goading her to further efforts. By the time Amber succeeds in 
getting the last pair of knickers to her ankles, her hips have gone berserk, 
thrusting up, grinding back, her knees spread wide- begging the universe to 
shove on the prong now extending half it's length from her dilated slit.
The rocket jerks and bobs with each contraction of her cunt, but unrestrained 
now, it is gradually sliding out, slick and shiny with Amber's juice.

For all her air of outraged authority, Alina is still struck dumb by this 
display of wanton lust and her first shocking sight of the massive plastic
penetration, the wide stretched vulva, the crimson, gleaming flesh within, all 
being thust upwards as if in offering. She stands, frozen, open mouthed, as
Amber moans and humps.

Amber has so completely forgotten where she is, that as she feels the rocket 
attempting to slide free, her hands move of their own accord to her cunt, 
gripping the base and thrusting it firmly back into herself.
"Uuunhhf... " She draws it out again some way, and shoves it back. "Uuuuooff"
Again. "Arrruugh!..    Unnnooh!..." and again. This is the first time Amber 
has ever fucked herself with anything like this stretching girth, and it is 
just soooooooo goooooood. Her eyes are still closed, the world is gone, only 
the thrusting, sliding shaft in the centre of her fire is real. Orgasm seems 
only moments away.

Amber is just starting to work up a rhythm, when Alina finally gets a hold of 
herself, and her fury exceeds her astonishment.
Alina> "AMBER! You _Unspeakable_, _Disgusting_ girl!" she practically screams.
Her hands fly to Amber's wrists and wrench them off the base of the rocket, 
just as Amber has shoved it in deeply. She holds Amber's wrists together high 
in the air, shaking them, and Amber, back and forth as she rages: "NEVER, 
_never_, in all my experience, have I _ever_ seen such a... a totally... an..
inexcusable..  such an _abominable_ display of.. of.. _filthy_ _Perversion_!
And why, oh why, did you have to choose today for your depraved exhibition?
What do you suppose our guests tonight will make of this, you.. you slut!"
Alina lets go with one hand, and begins to rummage in a draw beneath the 
bench, as she continues: "Well, mark my words, young girl, I won't have them 
thinking we allow this sort of thing to go on at St Cunatus! You can be quite, 
quite sure that we will make an example of you for this sinfull display.
It is obvious that your soul has strayed far indeed from the path of God, and 
the pennances you must perform will be most severe. One can only hope that 
in your punishments, you may undo some of the harm you have done to the 
school's pure reputation."

Amber was too deeply sunk in her discovery of over-sized self-pronging to
register the start of Alina's tirade. Gradually she floats to the surface, 
battered by the pounding need in her cunt. Her hips still grind, begging for 
more of the same.

Finding what she wanted in the drawer, Alina brings out a roll of bandage.
"Now, I intend to examine you to determine if _that_ has caused you any 
permanent harm. Since I feel I can no longer trust you to restrain your 
lustfull urges, I am going to restrain your hands." So saying, Alina begins to 
wind the bandage tightly around Amber's wrists. Once she has a solid binding, 
she also winds a few more turns around between the wrists, then ties the ends.
For a moment she seems satisfied, then she shakes her head: "No, I think a bit 
more secure would be best for you, my girl." Drawing Amber's tied wrists up to 
her neck, she passes the remaining length of bandage behind Amber's neck, 
pulls it tight, then ties it back to the wrist binding. Amber's hands are now 
fixed closely against the side of her neck.

The surprise of finding herself bound seems to bring Amber back enough to pay 
attention to Alina. She strains to look towards her feet, seeing her white 
wrapped wrists trapped below her chin, and further down, past her still 
heaving pubic mound, her widespread knees and cloth-bound ankles. She shifts 
her frightened gaze back to Alina, leaning over her. There is a new dimension 
to all this. Just now, she was in a two way conflict, between her physical 
lust and her mortal shame. Suddenly she feels a third force joining the mix,
a shaking fear, a warning of helplessness in danger. Most confusingly though, 
the new addition does not seem to be taking the side she would have expected.
Far from helping her beat down the clenching need in her sex, the stab of fear 
seems to pierce her clit, taking root there and sending flickering lightnings 
of electicity outward.

Alina> "Now, any further uncalled for displays from you will be dealt with as 
with your hands. So.. you will leave your knees apart as you are. I will now 
examine you. Do not move!"
She turns to Amber's wide spread snatch, bending closer to carefully observe 
the state of her pubes. With her fingers she pulls Amber's swollen labia 
away from the sides of the shaft between them, exposing the tight stretched 
ring of flesh at the actual entrance to Amber's vagina. Just above it, her 
still rigid clit is poking out of it's cover, searching for something to rub.
Alina ignores it, instead paying carefull attention to the tensioned skin 
about the plastic shaft. Once she is sure there is no sign of any tears or 
abrasions, she grips the base of the shaft and cautiously tests its freedom of 
movement. She twists it slightly, then rocks it sideways a little.
In truth, she is uncertain how to proceed. She intends to take it out, but she 
is rather inexperienced in the matter of large objects in vaginas. After all, 
she is a Nun, and a trully devout one at that. She has absolutely no idea what 
something like that would feel like. Will it cause the girl pain as it is 
removed? Why, it feels as though it is moving by itself! The shameless girl
must be tensing her muscles around it. Has moving it just a little done that?
Still, it must come out. Every moment it remains is an affront to decency.
She grasps it firmly, and pulls. It slides out surprisingly easily.

Amber gasps as the rocket is extracted. It was up her for well on two hours, 
and her insides had adapted to it's presence. Now, she feels a sudden, massive 
emptiness. Her cunt had been regularly squeezing on it's dilator, and had just 
been started off on a sharp series of spasms by Alina's shifting it.
Now her muscles clamp down on nothing. It's soooo empty! It wants it back!
She is unable to restrain her gasp "Ohhhhh Oh no.." as her hips flip up, 
snatching at the escaped filling.

Alina glances at her- "Stay still, Amber!" Then goes back to scrutinising the 
object she now holds. She wipes it on a towel by the bench, and realises that 
it rattles. She twists the nose cone lid off, and is startled to find it full
of pens and pencils. "Good heavens! So this is your pencil case! I find your 
depravity absolutely astounding, girl." She replaces the lid and places the 
pencil case on the shelf next to the examination bench.
"Quite apart from the damage you have done to your soul with this abuse, I
fear you may have done yourself some internal damage with such a large object.
Frankly, I am amazed that such a thing can be made to fit at all. Now, I am 
going to check for any harm inside you. Do hold still!"

She turns, opening the cabinet again, and selecting a speculum, brings it
back round and thrusts it suddenly into Amber's dripping cunt before Amber
has time to understand what is going to happen.

Amber> "Oh! oh that's c.cold! oh..."
Alina> "Yes, I expect it is. Do you think you deserve coddling? Now hold your 
tongue, girl." She twists it till the tongues are fore and aft, then squeezes 
the handles slowly to spread the tongues. She continues to open them till 
Amber's rapid intake of breath suggests that it is becoming painfull, then 
clicks them into locked position.
Amber suddenly is having an extremely difficult time keeping quiet.
The layers of sensation that have heaped up on her mind are again threatening 
to overwhealm what shreds of control she still retains. On top of the 
constant, burning need for another come, the strange prickles of fear, the 
moments of desperate emptyness, her aching clit, there is now added a tight 
stretched pain as her cunt is dilated even past the size of the pencil case.
Her vaginal muscles attempt to perform their clasping dance, but each 
contraction is halted as it begins, as the tensing causes the pain to stab at 
her. Somehow, the feeling of not even being able to tense her cunt around the 
object stretching it, seems to cause a wave of molten heat to ripple outwards 
from the centre of her cunt. It feels like she is going to come soon...
She clenches her fists by her side, and grits her teeth. Any moment now, she 
is going to.. to.. ..in front of Alina.... she can't stop herself....

Meanwhile, Alina is peering up the wide stretched opening with a small torch 
from the cupboard. She quickly surveys Amber's inner walls, pink and beaded 
with her secretions, the dimpled mound of her cervix, jerking as Amber quivers 
on the bench. There does not apear to be any blood, no signs of any injury.
'Good. That is one worry out of the way. Though surely the girl's vagina would 
not have opened as large as this if she was not regularly abusing herself?
How long has this been going on for? Still, such questions can wait.'

Alina straightens, unlocks the speculum, and withdraws it from Amber's slot.
Unknown to her, Amber was only seconds away from a huge orgasm. It was 
building up and up, about to blast through her, when suddenly key parts 
of the drive are removed. She is left shaking in desperation, gasping.
"oh oh oh.. o.. o.  ..o.." Once more her hips pump up at thin air. Empty.

Alina> "For _heavens_ sake, Amber, will you _stop_ that!.... Stop at once!"
Amber manages to control her hips, but her breathing still comes in short
gasps. Still, Alina seems satisfied.
Alina> "Thats better. Now, it seems you are uninjured by your revolting 
action. I suspect though, that your passage is permanently stretched beyond 
it's proper size. However, that is immaterial, it is only your fitness to 
begin serving your pennances immediately that concerns me now, and I find no 
reason why they should be delayed."
Alina pauses, and gazes sternly at Amber. Her eyes are glittering.

Alina> "Well then.  I must first go and discuss some matters with our guests,
then shall return and deal with you fully. For now, you are to remain alone
in this room. You will meditate on your sins, and pray for forgiveness.
I shall leave your hands bound and your clothing in this disarray, as a
reminder of your guilt and shame. Neither will prevent you from kneeling in
prayer." Alina grasps the hem of Amber's dress and knots it tightly around
her waist to prevent it falling back around her legs. "Come now, hop down off
there and kneel!" She helps Amber sit up, and firmly steers her as she slides
off the bench and goes to her knees. Her tights and panties are still bunched
about her ankles, which makes this difficult but not impossible.
Once Amber is kneeling on the floor, fearfully looking up, Alina continues:
"Good. Now I want to see you there still when I return within the hour. Pray
for your soul, Amber! Goodbye for now." She turns, and leaves the room,
locking the door behind her. Amber is left alone.

Outside, the others are waiting for her, quietly. There had been a fair
amount of ear straining going on, but apart from a few muffled hints of a
raised voice, they had heard nothing. That's the trouble with solid old
buildings, you can't hear through the walls. 
Alina> "Sorry to keep you all waiting. Now, if you will all kindly follow me, 
we shall retire upstairs to my office." She heads off down the corridor.


Back inside, Amber is still as Alina leaves. She hears the key turn in the 
lock, and knows she is definately not leaving till the Mother Superior 
returns. After a moment, she thinks she can hear footsteps faintly, fading 
away. They have gone for now... and now there is something that _cannot_ be
ignored a moment longer..
Amber> "Ohhhhhh Goooodd, mmyyy cuuuuuunt! Ohhhh ohh oh heeelp! Ahhh  Ahhh!..."
The frantic, empty ache in her.... she is still sooooo close to coming...
Oh what can she do...? Still kneeling, she rocks and twists her naked hips,
trying to achieve some friction on her clit between her lips, but it is all
too slick, and anyway, her greatest need is for something _in_ her.
She tries for a moment to rub her quim on the heels of her feet, but she 
cannot get a good contact where it is needed, on the front of her slit.

There is no question of remaining on her knees, praying. What she _is_ praying 
for is a come, and God isn't going to give her one of those, she will have to 
find it herself. She clumsily gets to her feet, hampered by her constricted 
ankles and bound wrists. She is standing alone, in the school clinic, hobbled,
bare breasted, hands tied to her kneck, and desperate beyond all reason for
something, _anything_ to help her get off.  "Oh.. what am I going to dooo...?" 
For a moment she attempts to rub her slit against the edge of the bench
beside her, but it lacks something.. no penentration...   She waddles to the 
corner of the bench and tries again with the corner. 'Ahhh.. ' Better, but 
not enough. The soft padded corner feels fine on her clit, but there is still
the clutching emptiness in her cunt.. Looking around she sees the rocket 
lying on the shelf by the bench. Yes! That again... it felt sooo good to
slide it in and out.. But how to get it in without her hands?

Amber hobbles over and leans to pick up the rocket with her neck-bound hands.
Close to her face as it is, she can smell her own rich odour on it, but what
would once have caused her to blush, is now a minor detail. If anything, it
seems to call out to be put back where it belongs. She lowers herself to her
knees, then forward onto her elbows, bringing her head down to the floor.
With a little fumbling she manages to stand the rocket up on it's base there, 
and rise to her feet again. She is almost shaking with anticipation as she 
shuffles around ('Careful! Don't knock it over.') till it is behind her.
Squatting slowly and looking down between her wide-spread legs, she lines up 
the nose with her yearning hole, lowering herself till the blunt end nudges
against her lips, pressing them inwards. "Ahhyesss...." She lowers herself
further, twisting and rocking her hips as the shaft slides into her aching
hole. "Ohhhhh s-sooog-goood! Ahhh..."
With about half of it in her she reaches the point where she is squatting as
low as she can go without falling backwards. It's not far enough! The 
wonderfull feeling of fullness is only half there, the thickness, the wide 
stretched lips are fine, but the depth is not.
She tries bouncing her bum up and down, and this does knock the rocket a bit 
further up, but there is no sliding, in-out feeling, as it just lifts up off
the floor with her. All she can do is tap it's base against the floor.
Still, its not bad. She continues bouncing: tap "Unh!" tap "uh!" tap "ohh."...
Her cunt is still not satisfied though, and it's ache together with the
cruel teasing that the tiny shoves each tap gives her begins to tip her over 
into desperation again. Her bounces become wilder and more frantic, till 
suddenly she loses her balance and crashes backwards. As she tips backwards, 
and sits for a moment right on the floor, the case is at last shoved fully up
her sheath. Even as she gives a loud cry of satisfaction, her momentum
carries her over onto her back, her bent legs in the air and the red base
projecting from her slot. The cry changes to a groan of frustration again as 
she realizes there is nothing she can do to pleasure herself in this position.
She lies there for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling, the bunched and knotted 
dress uncomfortable under her back and her filled, twitching cunt begging for
some good solid thrusting of the object within it. Moaning in frustration she 
humps her hips and wriggles her legs, but this achieves nothing, except to let 
the rocket slip out of her slightly.

Almost above her head, stands a corner of the examination bench. It gives her 
an idea, and she quickly rolls over onto her front, gets her knees under her, 
and struggles to her feet. Feeling the rocket begin to slide down and out, she 
quickly bends forward from her hips, backs up to the bench corner, and uses it 
to shove the rocket back into it's rightfull home.
"Unnhhh! Ah.. Ah.. Oh... " She finds that she can get a very satisfactory 
penetration and movement by thrusting back at the corner. Very satisfactory..
"Oh! Uh! uh.. Oh! Oh! uuuuuh!.. " Her thrusting becomes faster and firmer.
The corner whacks against her vulva and buttocks with each thrust, and she 
adds an up and down rub at the end of each shove. This can even reach her 
clit! At last, it seems that she can satisfy the demands of her sex organs.
"Ah! Uuh! Auhhh! O! O! O!.. " She thrusts and humps.... In only moments it 
seems, she can feel the tightness building, the fire spreading outwards from
her hips, the muscles winding up, up into a pounding ache in her cunt. Her
labia feel so swollen they must be going to burst! Only a bit more...
"...UHHHhh! OOOOooh! ArrrOOOh! ... Thrust, push, rub... harder and harder she
shoves back at the corner, till it seems the rocket is sticking right up to 
her lungs. The corner is able to push the base right in, past her lips, the 
whole rocket buried in her. She can feel the rounded bumps of the fins
rubbing past the stretching lips. Her cervix is being pushed deep into her,
the sheath of her cunt stretched tightly in both directions. Under such 
tension, it is easily able to shove the rocket back out the several inches she 
needs to get a good plunge inwards on the next thrust back against the corner.
"... AAAHHhhh! AhhooffFFF! AHHH! YESS! OHHhhhh yes! Oh! OH! I-I'm.. OHHH! oh
oHH! Ohhhhh C-Commmingggggg! ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.......Uuuuhhhhhhhh!"
As the colossal wave of ecstasy crashes down on her, she grinds back on the 
corner with all her strength, twisting it against her lips. Her cunt muscles
are clamping down on the cylinder inside like a vice, and particularly at her 
opening the muscles squeeze and strain, tensing against the blunt projection 
of the bench corner. Just as she is peaking, there is a powerful shifting 
feeling deep inside her, that seems to cause the rocket to hit new pleasure 
spots and boot her back up onto another crest of orgasm. It just goes on and 
on, her hips jerking and humping against the bench corner, rubbing her 
throbbing pubes and exploding clit.

Only as she is once more decending into the realm of conscious thought, does
she notice that although her cunt feels totally, even rather painfully
filled, pushing back or drawing away do not seem to have any effect. In fact,
as she weakly straightens to stand upright, her knees threatening to
collapse, there is no sensation of the rocket starting to slide out as she
expected it to. As her mind gathers itself, and thoughts of returning to her
penitent prayer position for Alina's return occur to her, she also realises 
that the rocket had better be where it was left, on the shelf. But why hasn't 
it come out yet? In fact, it is really _quite_ uncomfortable. It feels like
it is still shoved deep into her. But what is holding it?
She bends down again, spreading her knees a little, and stares at her slit.
There is no sign of the rocket base. Her labia are red, and damp with her
smeared juices, but firmly together. Yet the thing is definately still in 
there, so much so that bending forward is actually painfull. It feels like
the rod is poking up into her guts just behind her belly button. So where is 
the other end? Have her lips just closed behind it? Could that be enough to
hold it inside? 'Oh-oh' she thinks. 'How am I going to get this out?' and
'How long till Alina comes back?' and 'Ohhhhhh! What will she do if she 
catches me like this?'

Standing again, she tries jumping up and down with her knees as wide as her 
tangled ankles will allow. This has no effect except to send a jab of pain 
into her belly each time she lands. Some of the pain seems to be coming from 
around her arsehole, oddly. She stops, and experiments for a moment, 
tightening various muscles in her groin, trying to feel where the rocket is.
'Actually... actually it feels like the base is somewhere back above her 
ring. It almost feels... a bit.. like when she needs to pass a large turd.
So... so it must... have shifted backwards inside... so the base is not even 
lined up with the opening of.... of her... cunt. In fact.. its... stuck.'

For a few moments, the enormity of the situation leaves her stunned, simply
standing there, mind blanked, trying to avoid thinking about... about...
...when Alina comes back.. she will.... what will she do?... ...when she
finds.. finds out where the.... where it is? 'Oh! How can she have been so
careless, so thoughtless as to let this happen?' She really has been very bad.
The enormity of her sinfullness crashes down onto Amber's mind. With the heat
in her sex dulled by her recent spending, and replaced now by the quite
uncomfortable poking of both ends of the rocket within, her mind is now able
to consider her recent behaviour without distraction. 'Oh God! What has she 
done? She actually did things to herself in front of Alina! And now.. ohhh!
She really must be some kind of pervert. She was told to pray, and instead
she lost a pencil case up inside her!
Well, perhaps it is not too late to really pray now.

Amber falls to her knees and closes her eyes. She does her best to list her 
sins, and humbly appeal for forgivenness, and the strength to control her
urges. She really does. For what seems like a very long time.

The trouble is, as she pictures the events of the last few hours, and her
previous sexual sins, it seems that her prayers are ignored, for gradually
the unwanted displacement within her belly becomes less of a discomfort, and
more of a warm pressure. A tingling, warm pressure. A spreading, tingling,
hot pressure. The harder she tries to fight it down, thinking of the certain
and severe punishment she is due for, the worst it seems to get.

But what can she do? Alina will be back sometime. She _must_ not give in to
her rising lust again. This time she _will_ be good.

She kneels there, silent, praying and waiting. Her nipples are hard again.

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