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Chapter 10 of the St Cunatus saga

                          A Guided Tour


The group leaving the clinic would have seemed normal enough to any chance
observer, until Amber emerged from the door. Totally naked except for the 
thick blindfold, and with every appearance of a woman in extreme sexual
arousal (possibly on the very edge of orgasm) she would have been a dead
giveaway that this was not merely an excursion to the kitchens for a late
night snack. There was no-one there to wonder though, for the hour was late,
the other students were all long since settled in their dorms, and the rest
of the nuns seemed to have retired for the night as well.

As the group passed down the corridor to the rear of the building, they
formed a bunch around Amber, more to admire the sight than to protect her
from sight. Her hands swung unbound at her sides, her cunt aching from it's
recent exploration, yet still throbbing powerfully with her need for release,
not to mention the prodding as she walked of the shaft embedded in her.
Her unrestrained breasts, never before taken for a public stroll, seemed to
be dancing in excitement, the tips aching and pointed, as though anxious to
race on ahead by themselves.

Most of the time she was expected to walk blind and unguided, simply doing her 
best to keep a straight course, and not fall over with the absence of visual
cues. Whenever she veered off course, a hand whould find her shoulder, and
turn her in the direction she was to follow. Twice, she was pulled to a stop,
and spun around on the spot, totally confusing her sense of direction.

The feeling of being naked and blind, the centre of attention of an unknown 
number of observers, was having a powerfull effect on the desire burning in 
her sex.
It was rapidly becoming more than she could do, to refrain from touching
herself where her body demanded. Her hands seemded to be trying to sneak to
her cunt whenever her attention wavered, which with the whirl of conjecture 
and horniness in her mind, was often. She kept finding her palms flat on her
hips, sliding up and down, even slipping around to the front, obeying the
imploring call of her desperate clit and cunt. Her resolve dwindled as the
fire in her seemed to flare higher, the walking serving to fan it.
Cool air brushed the hot moist flesh between her legs, teasing her senses and
emphasising her nakedness. Her hands strayed further.

The others (except for Alina, leading the way in front) noticed Amber's
increasing boldness, but saw no reason to comment. The entire evening was
turning out to be most interesting, and if the girl brought down even more
of Alina's wrath on herself, well.... good.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Alina turned to the right, away from the
back exit, into a dim passage with various nondescript doors, a few of which
were open into what appeared to be storerooms. She continued on.

Perhaps the dimness of the light filtering under the edges of her blindfold
suggested to Amber that 'a little rub' might not be noticed, or perhaps her
will simply chose that moment to fail.
Whatever, she suddenly realised that her hands had both found their way to
her cunt, and it was beyond her to draw them away. The swell of pleasure
brought by her touch on her clit completely wiped any thoughts of stopping
from her mind anyway. "Ahhhhh...." Her finger began to rotate on the sensitive
point. Her steps faltered, her other fingers sliding down and back, sinking
into the needy ache of her twat, stroking the overstrained flesh to soothe it.

Obviously, the fact that those around her might ignore a subtle frig on the
walk to her mysterious 'demonstration', but that actually stopping and
standing there wanking with her knees spead wide and head thrown back might
attract Alina's attention, had not occured to her.

The others also halted, assuming disapproving poses, but leaving the actual
initiative of dealing with the girl once again to Alina, who had carried on
a few paces, unaware of the events behind. When she sensed the change, and
turned around to find the others in a ring around an oblivious, frigging
Amber, she rolled her eyes and 'huffed' as if to say she might have expected
as much. For a moment she too simply watched Amber humping and gasping, her
hands a blur of movement in her slit. From her gasps and actions it was 
obvious that she was once more rising to a climax, any moment now.
Alina> "Oh good heavens, don't just stand there, stop the disgusting girl.
Pull her hands away. Thank you. Now, Sarina, will you please tie her wrists
behind her back with your waist cord, please? I don't want any more of this 
nonsense. As for you Amber, I am no longer surprised, but the frequency of
your immoral transgressions will in no way lessen the severity of the
punishments you shall receive for each and every one. Though it looks like
I may have to keep notes if I am to remember them all. Hmmpf!"

Amber had indeed been on the very brink of orgasm as her hands were drawn 
away, and her frustration at this moment was simply beyond bearing. With
her hands tied behind her back she squirmed and humped, vainly trying to
reach the peak so near. She made an almost continuous low wailing noise in
her throat, almost breaking into sobs as two Sisters took her arms and led
her on with the others as they continued down the passage.

Upon reaching the end of the passage, Alina pulls a ring of keys from her
pocket and sorts through them in the dim light for a moment. There is another
storeroom-ish door beside her, but finding the key she wants, she turns to
a rather small door opposite. It looks very much like a cupboard, but when
Alina opens it a flight of darkly decending stairs and a narrow side passage
are revealed. She reaches inside the doorframe and switches on a light, which
is surprisingly strong. Now the stairs are brilliantly lit, and can be seen
to go down some distance.
The light spilling out also dispels the shadows that had somewhat hidden
Amber's finer details in the dingy passage. Now her pale, horny figure is
caught in the glare, the full curves accentuated by the deeply shadowed
hollows. She begins to squirm in the grip of the two Sisters, at first seeming
to attempt to pull free of them, perhaps sensing that some critical moment is 
upon her. It is easy to assume that she is fearfull of what lies in store,
but surprisingly, as her twisting continues, she seems more to be attempting
to gain some friction between her legs. Her legs are alternately scissoring
and spreading, her hands straining against the adult's firm grip and the cord
around her wrists, pulling towards her front. She is panting, frustratedly.

Alina watches her for a moment, then speaks grimly> "You will rue your acts
of this evening for some time, my dear, and you will begin to do so in only
a few more moments. Now, down the stairs with her."

The decent is too narrow for more than single file, so Amber is bustled down,
a Sister in front and behind. The jolt as she lands blindly on each new step
stirs the prong deeply inside her, causing her to grunt and moan. The close
walls, wood panelled at the top, change to laid, and then cleanly hewn and
painted stone as they decend. It seems at least two stories down to the end.
The echoing footsteps are not loud enough to mask the deeply sexual grunts
from Amber.

At the bottom there is another plain door, into a smallish, high ceilinged
room, with a number of lockers, a sink and a shower tub along one side wall.
The opposite wall has several rows of sturdy coat or bag hooks... or
something... projecting at varying heights. There is another door opposite,
an altogether different affair from the entrance above.
It is very solid, old timber, stained and polished to a warm, dark orange.
With the stark, brilliant light from a row of flouros above, the mostly empty,
white room seems to draw one's attention to the impressive portal. Also to
the equaly stark, brilliantly lit and much curvier figure of Amber, standing
alone now at the centre. As one Sister closes the small door behind them, 
another steps to Amber and pulls the blindfold from her head. She blinks and
looks around, taking in her strange new surroundings and flushing at the
reminder of her nakedness displayed.

Alina> "Well, I'd like to show you about a little before we begin, and
without any more of this strumpet's outrageous distractions. So, Sarina, if
you will be so kind as to secure her wrists to the coathooks, we will leave
her here for the moment. Perhaps with her hands well out of the way she will
find her carnal ingenuity thwarted."

They all watch as Amber's wrists are untied, and she is walked to the wall
of hooks by Sarina and Clair. They face her againist it, stretch her arms out 
wide, and lace her wrists again to two hooks at her shoulder level. The hooks
are very solid looking, rounded, thickly cast brass, and firmly screwed to
the neatly painted but definately solid stone wall. The oddly shaped brackets
mostly project out nearly horizontally about eight inches, then turn up for
about six, but there seems to be considerable variation among them, in angles,
length, and even thickness.
They are unmistakably phallic, and there are a _lot_ of them.
On closer examination, as Amber is tied to the wall with the prongs projecting
to either side of her, the Crest members realise that the 'coathooks' are
actually jointed, with locking screws recessed at the joints. Curiouser and
curiouser.

Once Amber is secured, still squirming, Alina turns to 'that' door, and opens
it with another, very modern looking key. It swings back massively but 
silently, and they venture in to the next space, once again brilliantly lit
as Alina throws the switch. The entrance is so wide it seems that they step
through all together, only to stop immediately to gape.


It is an extremely large place. A vaulted ceiling at least eighteen feet
above curves down to rows of thick stone pillars receeding off along a
central access. To either side, the roof arches up again over wide areas
visible between the pillars. It was obviously once a completely open space,
but some of the arches have been bricked up, partitioning it into a series of
chambers off the main hallway. The scale of the place makes it quite difficult 
to concentrate on the details of what is closer to hand, but gradually
the Cresters drag their attention back to Alina, who is patiently waiting to
speak.
Alina> "Yes, it's very impressive, isn't it. There are almost no records
surviving from the time of the school's construction, but I was told by my 
predecessor that when the school was first built they felt they needed a
large stables and store area secure from the weather, and, I suppose the
natives. Supply was a much more uncertain prospect then, and labour was cheap.
There was an access ramp to the outside over there, once, but it seems to
have been built over when the West Wing was added late last century.
It has lain almost completely disused since that time, till quite recently,
when we had some special renovations done. There was certainly a lot of dust
and rubbish cleaned out then, I can say!

All these lights, partitions, and so on, were done then, for the purpose we
shall be demonstrating this evening. Oddly enough, although we can find no
record of it, there is some evidence that it was used for a similar purpose
in the past, perhaps after the ramp was sealed up. That entrance room we came
through, for instance, is hardly changed from it's original state. Indeed,
although we can only speculate, and the implications may be rather disturbing
to us, we suspect that the unusual coathooks there may have played some part
in the school discipline regime of those times. These days we find it a
convenient place to prepare and restrain the unfortunate young things who
have brought upon themselves such punishments as these rooms hold."

'Hah! May have indeed' Thought the Crest men in silent unison, each thinking
most explicitly of the possibilities, given a number of female bodies, (three
orifices each), a wall full of adjustable prongs, and lots of rope. Orgasm
murals? Their women were equally unanimous in wondering just how long it
would be before they found themselves being intimately introduced to a large
brass coathook. Certainly they trusted their partners to act carefully, but
the prospect of finding yourself tightly spreadeagled, back to a wall, hips 
thrust straininly forward by a huge metal rod shoved deep up your arse, while
someone fucks, fondles and dildoes your cunt at their pleasure, for hours, is
enough to set any girl quivering. And if your panties are already soaked from
watching a teenage nymphomaniac discovering herself, then it starts to get
a little hard to walk without squelching. Even the fat, absorbent plug still
wedged in Sue's vagina was by now getting pretty sodden.

As they listen to Alina, the group slowly move along the central walk, peering
into the side chambers. To people well versed in the details of interior
decoration of sex torture dungeons, the actual contents seemed pretty tame so
far. Just a bunch of spanking and caning benches in various forms, quite a
lot of rope lying about, a pillory and various other devices for forcing
uncomfortable stances. Not the slightest evidence of anything phalic to be
seen. No clamps, no whips. Not even an enema bag. 'So OK, what is the big
secret Alina keeps hinting at?' they were all wondering. 'What, do they
tickle the girl's nipples with feathers till they cry?'

As Alina continues talking, giving a general tour of the 'dreaded feather
tickling caverns' (as June laughingly whispers to Mike) they draw nearer to
the end chamber.

Alina (who seems to be having difficulty with the topic, becoming almost
tongue-tied as she attempts to find polite ways of describing her subject)
is reviewing the past policies of the school as regards dealing with 'certain
behaviour'. Sareena is even more visibly disturbed, sometimes staring for
long moments at some piece of aparatus, other times keeping her eyes downcast
as if afraid to look about her. Clair and Anne however, have acquired a
certain glint in their eyes. They too, are acting embaressed, but they are
not such great actors.
Alina> ".. and in the last decade or so, the school's standard punishment for
lewdness had involved combined caning of bared bottoms, affixment in shamefull
and uncomfortable positions for extended periods, and in extreme cases, the
application of 'preventive apparel' - such as metal chastity belts. Even, in 
some most distressing instances, the imposition of, um instruments of err,
intimate discomforture. 
However, although such measures mostly prevent re-occurences of the offence,
they had undesirable side effects, such as causing lewd speculation and
gossip among the other girls. Furthermore, chastity belts and the other err..
things.. were a hazard to hygene, or else caused a nuisance with a staff
member being required to be present during toilet routines. Also, worst, in
certain cases the penances only seemed to cause greater determination and
carnality in some of the culprits."

They are coming near the end of the central isle, and it seems the end chamber
may be somwhat different from the others. The floor is tiled, for one thing,
and bundles of something or other can be glimpsed through the entrance,
running across the floor. Something mechanical hides off to one side.

Alina> "So, lately, the school has been investigating another technique,
suggested by recent psychological research into the minds of the depraved.
Although we find the method distastefull, and, er.. 'unsettling', even quite
contrary to traditional ideas, there seems to be some promise in it.
We put in the required equipment some months ago, and have only had 
occasion to use it on three girls so far. It's chief disadvantage is the time 
a complete course of treatment requires, as the method involves repeated 
sessions, for an eventual complete elimination of inappropriate sexual 
activity."

By this time, they can see into the end chamber. It is roughly circular, with
a tiled and gleaming floor, that slopes slightly downwards towards the 
centre. At which, there is a very curious contraption, that looks like some
sort of baroque dentist's chair, except it has far too many movable bits,
and a trully intimidating array of segmented arms splayed out from it.
The 'bundles of cables' seen from a distance turn out to be, in fact bundles
of cables (and clear tubes), which all lead inward from a number of cabinets 
around the edges of the room, to the central... thing. It looks like a dead
spider on it's back, or perhaps several dead spiders. There are straps.

Alina> "Generally, the system involves a stimulus/response, punishment/reward
program, or behavioural conditioning, based on the works of Dr Skinner and
others.
Only one component of traditional treatments has been retained: caning of the 
bottom, while tied. This is used as a method of establishing authority and 
obedience so that the other procedures can be run more smoothly.
It is unfortunate that the new techniques _do_ involve the inducement of 
states of extreme sexual arousal in the offender. May I offer my apologies 
now if any of you find this offensive, but it is best that you be forewarned.
I am afraid that we have simply not been able to uncover any alternative.

However, the Sisters have arrived at a method for achieving this without an
immoral penetration of the offender's sexual organ by any solid phalic object.
In Amber's case, I conceed that is a rather irrelevant consideration, but
for the typical girl we must bring in here, there remains a deep obligation
on us to avoid introducing the girl to experiences she should not yet have.
In fact, we have applied a considerable degree of ingenuity to the problem,
and found a number of ways of obtaining controlable carnal excitation using 
jets of water in various configurations. As we shall demonstrate soon. In
fact, Clair and Anne, would you like to go and get her? Bring her in a few
minutes if you would, there is more to discuss before we begin. Thank you.
Oh, wait, I nearly forgot, you'd better dig that thing out of her first."

The two Sisters turn, and leave. Is it possible that they seem just a little
eager? It's hard to tell, and certainly none of the other Sisters seem to
notice. The Cresters do, though. Those are the two less than perfect actors
of moral indignation. The glinters of eyes. Perhaps the scene out there could
bear spying on, in a minute or two.

Alina continues, oblivious> "You will no doubt have noticed that it is quite
warm in here. That is a side effect of the furnace that provides winter
heating to the school being down here. Although it has been off for more than
two months now, this room changes temperature so slowly that it is still
comfortably warm for an unclothed body. This is fortunate, since a feeling of
chill would distract the mind of a girl brought here for punishment.
In here, a penitent is always kept naked, to emphasise in her mind the nature
of her guilt. Still, we would not wish the girl to catch a cold.
If you touch the walls, you will find them almost warm. Perhaps it is due to
the many years that the furnace has been operated here, that the surrounding
stone has been so warmed. There are also the main hot and cold water tanks
for the building above, in the chamber beyond that wall there.
Very convenient, that those are so close. This affair does tend to use rather
a lot of water, and we need to have an adjustable temperature as well.

I could go into the details of how this works, but perhaps it is best if you
simply see for yourselves. Well, feel free to wander around and explore, now
Valoria and I must spend a few moments preparing the equipment. Also, I must
make some notes on this case before they fade from my mind. We do like to
keep proper documentation of these events, lest some important details be
forgotten in the exci, um, bustle."

Alina and Valoria move to what appears to be a control panel, and proceed to
adjust the settings. A pump hammers into life across the room, it's whine
drowning out the murmur of conversations around the room. Alina takes a
bound journal from a drawer, and proceeds to write in it. The other young
Sister drifts over to stand beside her, and listens to Valoria as she
explains some details of the machine's operation. One could imagine they had
all forgotten about the pulsating teenage twat lashed to the wall outside.

Of course, we had not. A quick exchange of glances, and the fact that David
still had his camera with him, resolved the matter of who would go and 
investigate the state of affairs outside.
The others proceeded to wander off around the room, and some also to casually
leave for whatever interesting thing they had noticed in another chamber.
David and Sue quietly headed back towards the main door. Oddly enough, this
seemed to have swung almost entirely closed, a strange thing for it to do,
considering it's mass. Of course, the two Sisters with Amber could not have 
any reason to close it, could they? David and Sue approached the slight gap 
with care and silence. There were a few shots left in the camera too, and
David got it ready. "You never know." He wispered to Sue, who mouthed "Yes
you do" back.

Actually, Sue was right.

                    ..................


When Amber had found herself left alone, she had stood for a moment unmoving,
listening to the group shuffling their feet around the corner of the doorway.
After a short interval, they had moved off, Alina's voice receeding into the
distance.
By now, Amber was in an state of horny desperation beyond all reason. The 
rough and so public abuse of her genitals in the clinic, the rocket shifting 
walk, her near achievement of orgasm in the passage, the jolting descent of 
the stairs while still teetering on the edge of coming, would by themselves
have left her gasping and grinding her hips.
Most powerful though, were her thoughts about her approaching fate. The very
mystery of this made the few details she knew even more vivid. So she was to
be subjected to some sort of sexual torment? It required that she had not
yet come? It was going to be staged as a _demonstration_ for all these people?
Presumably, if having her cunt poked and probed by all these people, one
after another, was just some minor preliminary, then what was going to be
done to her would involve her cunt in some even more dramatic way? Were they
going to hurt her? How much? And _when_ were they going to take this thing
out of her cunt? The longer it stayed in there the bigger it seemed to feel,
and the worse it made her want to have something ramming in and out, instead
of just sitting up there.
It had occured to her, that her approaching punishment might involve her
being in some way _forced_ to orgasm. Several things seemded to point that 
way. But how was that to be a punishment? Before this night the thought of 
having a compulsory orgasm, and in public would have terrified her with shame.
Her revelation on the way to the dinner hall had changed that; she now knew
that although the shame would be there, as she moaned and writhed in the grip
of her climax, somehow the observation of her state would greatly heighten
it's intensity.

Now, strung to the wall, an uncertain but strongly suspected fate awaiting,
simply thinking about it was almost enough to make her spend. 
As the sounds of the group faded away, Amber's desperation had asserted 
itself, and she spent several moments simply writhing, tugging at her bound
wrists, franticly scissoring her legs and trying to rub her mound against the
wall she faced. None of this did any good at all, of course. Nor did it help 
that she was tied to a wall full of devices obviously much better suited to
sexual penetration of females, than to the hanging of coats. In her mind she 
could almost see a dotted line between her so unmovingly filled cunt, and the
prongs projecting from the wall to either side of her hips. Twisting sideways,
she could press the tip of either one against her stomach, more or less over 
the spot where the explorations in the clinic had show the rocket nose to be.
If she stood on tiptoe, she could get the tip to press against the top of 
her mons veneris. To her exasperation, there was no way she could manage to 
either rub her aching clit on the prong, or slip it into herself, even if 
there had been room inside. With her arms out sideways they offered almost no
lifting strength. There was no way she could get her feet off the ground.
It was actually going to drive her mad, she thought, having such perfect
fucking dildoes so near to where she wanted, yet not reachable. For several
minutes she twisted and strained, trying one way and another to bring her
aching slit into contact with the fat, rounded end of a prong.

Eventually she came up with the idea of raising her right leg out sideways
and high, to reach for the next rod along the wall, using that to lift her
hips up to the one beside her. She had some difficulty managing to get her 
foot up to rest on the rod, but once there, with her hip joint popping, she 
knew that her goal was in sight. Straining in the awkward angle she raised
her hips, transfering her weight onto her raised leg and arms, then carefully
steering her sex onto the end of the prong. It pressed against her lips, 
rolling her clit, causing her to let slip a loud groan of pleasure. In the 
difficult position, the fine control required to rock her clit up and down on 
the rod end was beyond her, so she simply began banging her mound against the 
end, hoping to achieve with frequency what she could not manage with delicacy.
It was working pretty well too, with the feeling of winding up tension within
her hips promising that at last, she was going to really come soon. With her
clit vibratingly close to firing, and within her the huge bulk of the rocket
keeping her sheath reminded of it's purpose in life, only the entrance to her
cunt was feeling left out. Certain that this time she would not be frustrated,
she moved to give her cunt some of it's own want, tilting her hips up till the 
prong tip rested between the swollen lips, then carefully lowering herself to
slide the end inside. "Ahhhhhooooooo....Mmm" She sighed, as the tip sank into 
her. Lifting up again, and dropping down, then rocking her hips in a circular 
motion, she drove the tip about in the entrance to her cunt. "Uhhh Ooooo 
Arrr.. O Arrr, mmmm!" She moaned. So far she has been afraid to let the prong
penetrate too deeply, unsure of how it and the rocket would get along together
in the confined space. Still, it feels sooooooo.. good! Her clit is rigid, so
hot it must be glowing. Just a few more bumps against the prong and it will 
explode, but before she does that why not try the prong perhaps a bit deeper?
She can easily stop if it hurts, and besides, it's not really so thick. With
this thought, she slowly begins to lower herself in ernest, tilting her hips
to align the forty five degree slant of the six inch end segment with the line 
of her cunt. It seems to go in for ages till she feels it bump against the
side of the case. By now her hips had begun a small but eager tilting thrust
all of their own, and her gasps seemed to be copying it. "Mhff, mhfff, Hhh,
Hfff, Hmmfff, Uhhn, Uhhh, ...." Still, it was far from painfull, in fact the
bumping against the bulk of the rocket was most pleasant. Perhaps a bit more?
Her arms were beginning to tire of holding most of her weight, and her 
overstretched right leg was now complaining strongly of it's treatment, but
ooooo...  this was soooo goood. Just a bit more, then she would lift off and
give her clit the finishing touches. As she lowered further, she could feel 
the rocket being shifted into a different alignment to make room for the new
resident. The extra tightness inside, as the two rods lay side by side was
just a touch painfull, but this seemed to merely add to the pleasure. Even
the added strain of leaning her torso backwards, throwing extra weight on her 
arms so her hips could tilt enough to slide down and forwards onto the wall
hook seemed to add to the sensation. With the lowering and turning of her 
pelvis, her right hip joint was now under sever stress, her leg straight out 
to the side, or even a bit higher at her foot than her hip. Hanging her head 
forward and looking down at her wide split and tilted loins, the sight of the 
metal rod sliding in and out of her juice slicked and swollen lips blazed
like a great erotic banner across her mind. "Ohhhhh! Oh Oh Oooooooh!..."
'Ohh if only I could touch it' she thought. 'Then I could rub my clit and
come just like thiiiss. Ohhhh look at it going in and out! In Uhhhhhh... and
out Oooohhhhh, in Uhhhhhhh... and ooooouuuuuthhhhh...uh... iiinnnnnhhhh, and
ouuuuut...uh.. oooooooohhhh I have to cummmm, oh innnnn, oh oooouuuttt.... 
ooohhh fuuuuuck meeeeee, oooooooohhh uh..'
Despite her fevered state, she knew she was not going to cum now unless she
lifted up and massaged her almost bursting clit on the prong. Still, she was 
having a lot of trouble bringing herself to do that. By now her left foot was 
almost flat on the floor, the limiting factor being her right hip joint,
which was slowly being worked into yielding the few extra degrees of leg
angle she needed. The competing desires to sink the entire length of the rod
up her snatch, against the need to lift off and attend to her clit, seemed to
deadlock her mind. All she could do was hump her hips on the rod, her arms and 
leg becoming more tired by the moment.

That was when Clair chose to speak. She and Anne had crept in silently a few
moments ago, and stood behind the humping Amber, watching her with a most
un-nun-like interest. "Well, Amber, are you enjoying yourself?"
Amber almost jumped out of her skin. She actually did jump, but unfortunately 
not enough to remove the shaft from her sheath. Another unlucky effect of
her start was that her right foot slipped off the wall hook. Suddenly, her 
body without support, she found herself rammed down hard on the prong. The 
flat of her left foot hit the floor just as the horizontal part of the phalic
bracket smacked painfully into the underside of her pubic bone. "OH!" A gasp
as much of surprise as pain, as she turned her head to see who was behind her.
At the same time, she instinctively tried to stand upright, now both feet
had found the floor. The moment at which she worked out that it was Clair and 
Anne standing there, was more or less the same moment at which the wrenching
sensation in her cunt aborted her move to stand straight. A girl with six 
inches of forty five degree angled rod up her cunt, cannot do anything but 
stay with her hips at much the same angle. Inside, the full length of the 
brass rod lying alongside the rocket's bulk was really, really more than her
sheath could comfortably take. Quite painfull, actually.

It took a moment more for her sudden change of situation to sink into Amber's
mind, still throbbing with the just pre-orgasmic pleasure of a moment ago.
Briefly she struggled to lift herself off the hook, but her sideways tied
arms could do nothing, and raising onto her toes merely lessened the depth of
her penetration. She tried to lift her leg back to the side hook, but now, 
with her hips forced into this angle, she found it impossible. Stuck. "ooohh,
I, uh, uh, I...." She stammered. What could she say. She looked back down,
at her tilted, trapped loins, and between her legs, at the thick brass rod
emerging from her lips and ending in a solid bracket anchored in the stone
wall a double handsbreadth from her mound. She wanted to close her eyes and
hug the wall, but of course the cunt anchor would not even let her do that.

Clair> "That's all right, don't answer, I could see you were. My, you are a
little slut, aren't you?" She walks over to stand behind Amber's left, giving
a glance at Anne and then the door. Anne nods back, and goes to the door, 
gently pulling it closed, but not locked. Then she comes over to stand on the 
other side of Amber.
Clair has been leaning close, peering between Amber and the wall, examining 
the way Amber's cunt lips are wrapped around the penetrating rod. Anne too
gives the sight close attention. By now, Amber is recovering from her 
surprise, and is beginning to suffer intense waves of shame at her position,
alternating with powerfull swells of her still unabated lust. One moment she
would die to get off the prong, the next she can barely restrain her hips
from pumping back and forth on the rod. "Oh please... " she whispers.
Anne, sternly> "Oh please nothing, young lady. That's just where a sex mad
slut like you should be. It's a pity we can't leave you there permanently,
that rod between your lips does make a pretty sight."

Clair reaches in front of Amber, running her fingers along the horizontal
part of the bracket till she reaches Amber's labia, then beginning to tease at 
the sensitive flesh. "I can hardly believe the pencil case is still in there!
You didn't somehow take it out before you got on this did you?"
Amber> "No.. it.. ss.still inside, ohh it's sore.. this is too far..."
Clair> "Oh well then, we'd better have it out, hadn't we. Come on Anne, give
me a hand, lets lift this silly thing off her friend here."
Together they grip Amber under the arms and bottom, and slowly lift her back
off the prong, paying close attention to the wet shaft emerging from Amber's
cunt. As it emerges, Amber moans softly, perhaps in relief, or perhaps not.
Once she is right off it, they lower her feet back to the floor.
Anne> "Now, for the case. Spread your legs Amber, out wide as you can now."
Amber sighs in resignation, and spreads her legs, widely, but not far enough
to satisfy the Sisters, who slap her sharply on the inner thighs, urging her
to greater effort. She gasps, and works her feet out wider, her arms now 
taking some of her weight since she has dropped so low. The angle formed
between her legs is now more than ninety degrees, any lower and she would be
doing the splits.
Clair> "That's better. Now remember, if you move, we can simply tie your 
ankles out to those hooks. We'd rather not bother, so be a good girl and just 
pretend we have, OK? Now we are going to pull that thing out of your greedy
hole, so stay still."

Anne> "Actually, _how_ are we going to get it out, have you thought?"
Clair> "Ah yes. How do you feel about sticking a finger up this tramp's arse?
If you can push the thing forward, I should be able to get a grip on it."
Anne> "Heh, you know I'll be glad to help, don't you Clair?"
Clair> "Yes, I thought you just might! Take your time dear, hmmm?"
Anne, grinning, crosses over to the sink, and runs some water over a bar of
soap. Bringing it back to the pair at the hook wall, she drawls- "Oh, indeed,
one doesn't want to rush these things." Amber has glanced back over her 
shoulder at Anne as she approaches, her expression making clear that she is
not at all sure about the idea of having Anne feeling around in her arse.
Anne is amused at the girl's concern, and laughingly holds the bar of soap up
to Amber's face as she makes a display of rubbing her fingers over the soap,
covering them in the slippery suds. "Oh, would you rather I didn't use this 
then? Do you know how uncomfortable this would be without it? Never mind, I'm
going to use it whatever you think. You'll find it stings a bit inside, but 
that's just too bad, isn't it? Just be glad my fingernails aren't sharp."
She continues, under her breath- "I get too many complaints if I let them get
sharp." Clair gives her a frowning stare, to which she smiles sweetly back.
Laying a hand on Amber's hip, she pulls the girl's bottom back and out, 
bringing even more of the wide spread arse crack into view. Winking from the 
middle is the neat little rosette of Amber's arsehole, crinkling in nervous 
anticipation. Anne begins to hum softly as she slowly draws the wet bar of 
soap down the valley between the two firm mounds of Amber's bum. Reaching the
target, she grips the girl's hip even tighter, and screws the corner of the 
bar hard in against the sphincter. Amber gasps, and quivers, but does not
pull away.
Anne> "Good girl! We don't want to miss anywhere, do we?" Lightening off on 
the arsehole grinding, Anne starts to rub the soap bar further forward, into 
the folds of Amber's cunt. "Would you like a bit at the front here, Clair?"
she asks.
As she speaks, she works the soap bar deep and hard into Amber's cunt, 
twisting it about and working the soap deep into the sheath and all the 
intimate crevices.
Clair> "Why yes please, how thoughtfull of you Anne. I'm sure that will make
things much easier. Oh, but look, have you noticed what sort of soap that is?
Isn't it the extremely stingy kind?"
Anne pulls the soap out and makes a show of looking at it in surprise.
"Oh so it is! Dear me, what a shame, Amber. I'm afraid you are going to start
feeling a _really_ sharp stinging there in a moment. Don't worry, it will
only last a while."

At first, the feeling of the thick, slippery bar wedging into her cunt was
just fine by Amber. She was just starting to ride a wave of pleasure up into
excitement again, when Anne stopped. For a moment she hangs there, legs wide
and fine arse thrust back, her frustrated cunt begging for more attention.
Then the sharp burning wash of the soap inside hits her senses. Her rising
soft moan turns into cries of surprised pain.
Amber> "ooohhoohh..ooHHOOYIIEE! OH OH THAT, OH OWWW! OOOOHHHH AH AAAAHHH! OH
OH OH OOOOH! OH PLEEEESSSEEE OOOWWW! OO..."
Anne, soap in hand, releases Amber's bucking hips, and they both step back
behind her, watching as the girl twists and writhes in a frenzy. She quite
forgets that her ankles are supposed to be held out wide, as she desperately
scissors her legs, twisting and humping, dragging on her bound wrists in
futile attempts to ease the burning in her twat. She is far too occupied to
notice that the Sisters have drawn together behind her in a close embrace,
still watching Amber as she struggles.
Anne, one hand still holding the soap, has that arm around Clair, while her
left hand slips through a fold in Clair's robe at the waist. After a brief
fumbling, she finds her target at Clair's crotch, and the lump of her hand
under the robe becomes very busy. They are both silent, almost motionless.
Clair has thrust her hips forward, and when she glances away from the
twisting form on the wall, to meet Anne's eyes, she has a fierce, commanding
look. Her hands have been on Anne's waist, but now she raises them and grips
the Sister's breasts cruelly through her robe, twisting them roughly.
Silently, Anne's mouth forms an open 'O', as she works her hand faster under
Clair's robe. Clair, her legs spread and tensed, her hips thrust hard
forward, tremmors rippling up her rigid form, takes a deap breath. Still
giving Anne the commanding glare, and tightly gripping her breasts, she nods
fractionally, as if to acknowledge some slight service, and turns her head
back to watch the still wildly twisting girl.

Amber has kept up a continuous stream of pleadings and cries, but the tone
has changed considerably. At first the sensation in her cunt was almost pure
burning pain, but somehow it is becomming more and more like a sexual fire.
Without any reduction in the urgency and intensity, her desperation to ease
the stinging in her vagina has become a desperation to feel something jamming
past the tingling lips, stabbing at the ferocious burning itch inside.
If she was capable of coordinated action, she would have been back onto the
wall prong in a flash, but in this state such delicate manouvering is beyond
her. She did not even seem able to comprehend that her hands were no use, for
half her energy seemed to be going into tugging at her wrist bonds. The rest
was going into an excellent display of feminine flesh jiggling and an 
energetic attempt to fuck thin air.
Even if she had turned her head to look at the two Sisters behind her, the
sight would not have registered, and they knew it. Next to the dancing, 
jerking girl, their almost motionless pose provided a bizare contrast.
They seem to hold their position for an endless time, with the only movement 
being the shaking of Anne's arm as she (presumably) works at Clair's clit
and cunt under the robe.
Eventually, as Amber begins to show signs of running out of energy, if not
of desire, Clair tilts her head back and closes her eyes. She gives Anne's
tormented breasts an extra hard squeeze, as a powerfull shudder passes
through her body. She is clenching her teeth, her upturned face twisting in
a violent, silent climax. It goes on for a surprisingly long time, till she
finally straightens up and drops her hands from Anne's breasts. The hand in 
her crotch seems to be reluctant to leave, and she firmly grasps the intruding 
arm and pushes it away, giving Anne a quick shake of the head. As they step
apart, Clair seems quite languid, while Anne is far from relaxed, her 
breathing rapid and her movements jerky. Clair smiles knowingly at her and 
says "Ah me, Anne, look what you've done to the girl. Silly of you to use
_that_ soap. Why, I can see some of the gentler sort over there next to the 
sink, how careless of you to choose the wrong one. I shall have to take this
up with you again later, but for now, why don't you wipe the rest of that
soap off her and use the other. You had better be getting a move on too."

Anne make no answer, but hurries to swap the soap, and bring back a damp 
cloth. By now, Amber has slowed to a resigned undulation of her hips. The
aching need in her cunt has sunk back to a level that she can live with, but
the experience she has just had is something she profoundly hopes will never
happen again. She thought she knew about frustration, what with spending 
school days sitting at her desk with an aching rigid clit throbbing 
untouchable between her thighs. But this... If this is just a preliminary to
her main punishment.... She is unable to carry through the thought.

No-one mentions Amber's failure to keep her legs spread, and Anne merely taps
her inner thighs to remind her to resume the required pose, which Amber does.
As Anne busily wipes the 'wrong' soap from around her arsehole, and vigorously
scrubs her cunt with the rough cloth, she make no complaint, simply savouring
the sensations. Her cunt-scrub both pleasures, and frustrates her, but at 
least it's _something_. Ohhhh... the feeling of _nothing_ there, just the
unmoving bulk of the rocket inside to taunt her nerve ends....

In a moment Anne is finished, and in a businesslike manner (under the stern
gaze of a now no-nonsense Clair) she places a little soap on Amber's anus,
and, kneeling, with her arm around the girl's waist, suddenly jabs a finger
deep into Amber's arse. At this, Amber gasps and bucks her hips once, then
settles into silence, with only her rapid, deeply drawn breathing and the
quivering of her legs to show the effect Anne's finger is having on her.
Amber is yet again plunged into helpless shame, at the penetration of her
most private opening. 'Is there no indignity I shall not suffer?' she wonders.
Even more shaming to her, is the dreadfull realisation, as Anne's finger works
about in her rear, that it is causing her sex to flame up again, and that now
even her arse is beginning to relish the intrusion. Surely she can stop 
herself from revealing that _this_ too is turning her on?

For a while Anne seems to be having trouble finding the right point of 
leverage inside the teenager, as she twists her finger back and forth inside,
drawing it out, then shoving it back in. Amber's breathing becomes even more
laboured, yet she holds her position without struggling. The muscles of her
arse cheeks are flexing, tensing and relaxing. Inside, Anne is trying to push 
the base of the rocket forward, but it keeps slipping off to the side.
All the same, it is being shifted about, and Anne is making no attempt to be 
gentle. With the dual sensations of the deep shifting inside, and the finger 
twisting and poking up her shitter, Amber finally begins to lose control
again. A gasp escapes her lips, followed on the next breath by a shaking moan.
The gasp was ambiguous, but the moan is an unmistakable sound of lust. As if
she has admitted the hopelessness of pretense, Amber suddenly thrusts herself
back, pushing down onto the impaling finger. Whereupon Anne pulls her finger 
out and says to Clair> "Mmmmm, yes, I can definately move it forward. Easier 
to stop it slipping off to the side if I use two fingers, but that's no 
problem, since little Miss Desperate here seems to have decided she likes it
up the bum as well. Would you like to see if you can get a grip on the thing
when I push it?"
Clair> "Oh definately. Pull her a bit further out from the wall will you?
I'll need to be down there in front of her so I can see what I'm doing. You 
know, I do so much prefer to see what I'm doing."
Anne> "Yes, I know! OK, how's that?" With her arm still around Amber's hips, 
she pulls them even further out from the wall, and Clair slips into the space,
kneeling down directly in front of the wide spread loins. For Amber, looking
down on the top of Clair's head, the sight of the Sister's face only inches 
from her gaping, soon to be publicly punished cunt, is cause for another
massive tide of the strange excitement such scenes seem to be raising in her.
For some reason she cannot get clear in her mind, she feels a powerful urge
to thrust her hips forward and grind her slit on Sister Clair's face. Perhaps
the shock she feels at having such a thought prevents her, or perhaps it is
Anne's arm still locked around her waist.
Clair> "That's fine, thank you. Yes, very fine. All right, you start, I'll
see what I can find in here." So saying, she raises both hands to the crimson
organ before her, and spreading the lips even wider with one hand, worms two
fingers and a thumb into Amber's cunt.
Simultaneously, Anne again attacks her arse, this time with two fingers.
The soap is still effective, and both women's fingers slip into the girl with
little effort. For Amber, her mind still whirling from the shockingly
exciting thought of pushing her cunt onto Clair's face, the sudden assault of
sensations is far beyond her ability to resist, and she is instantly gasping
and humping aginst the restraint of Anne's arm. The fingers seem to work and
work inside her. It even seems that Clair's other hand, in it's job of 
spreading her lips, somehow keeps bumping and pressing on her clitoris.
Within moments, she is wildly flinging her head back, helplessly crying her
lust. "OOaaarrRRHHH! OooooOOOUUUHHHH! OOOOHHHHYESSSS.... ooooOOOOHHHHH OH OH
Ohhhhhhhiiinnnnn mmmeeeee.... OHhh... oooohhhHHHPLEEEEASSSSE LET me COME...
OHH UH uh UH uhhhhhaaarrrrrhhh ooooooo o o o.... ohhh yyyeeeessss....."
The Sisters ignore her cries, and continue the business of rocket extraction.
Finally, Clair exclaims in triumph "Ah! I think I've got it. Hold the slut as
still as you can now!" She begins to draw her fingers and thumb out, and in a 
moment the base appears, gripped by Clair's fingers. The combined size of the 
base and fingers dilating her opening cause Amber enough pain to change her
sexual mouthings to a sharp cry of discomfort. "oooooaaAARRROOOOWWWW! ooohhh."
Then the rocket is finally out. Almost. With only the tip still hidden, Clair
stops. "Well Anne, here it is. Unbelievable! Look at the size of it. Can you
see how tightly it stretches her?"
Anne pulls her fingers from Amber's arse, and bends lower to look up between 
the girl's spread thighs at the rocket shaft still dilating her cunt.
Anne> "That's amazing! Why would any girl do that to herself? What could she
have been thinking of? Hah! Silly question I suppose. Ah, what a shame, if
only we h" Clair cuts in sharply> "Anne! Remember now!"
Anne> "Er... oh yes, sorry.   Umm.... look at it though... er.. perhaps..
yes, why dont you... er... "
Clair> "Silly Anne, I know what you mean. But be plain, please. You _do_
remember that Alina instructed us to give the girl her preliminary treatment,
_don't_ you?" (She winks secretly at Anne.)
Anne> "Err.. OH! oh yes, now I remember. Of course."

Clair> "And so, Amber, we shall begin." As she speaks, she slowly forces the
rocket back up into Amber's cunt. "You have been an extremely naughty girl,
and you have been caught at it, and from now on things are going to be very
different here for you." All the while, she is paying close attention to the 
sight of the shaft gradually disappearing up into the cunt before her face.
She seems to be talking to the cunt, ignoring the girl looking down on her.
When only the base remains outside, she starts to draw it back out, equally 
slowly. "It's very clear that you are subject to strong carnal urges, and
that you lack the will or sense to control them." Both Clair and Anne are
watching, fascinated, as the withdrawing dildo pulls out a tight ring of pink
flesh, seemingly reluctant to release it. This time she withdraws the rocket
completely, before beginning to shove it slowly back in again. "As a result,
you have committed outrageous acts of obscenty, and even chose to do so when
the school is entertaining important guests." This time, as the rocket sinks 
in, Amber moans softly, her hips sinking down a little to meet it. "For these 
things, you are to be severly punished. Furthermore, until it is felt you can 
be trusted to act in a civilized manner, you will be deprived of the 
opportunity to commit further offences. During this time, you will also be 
dealt with in ways intended to emphasize to you the nature of your sins, as 
well as exploring the forms of your excess desires. Once we fully understand 
the nature of your problems, a program of corrective treatments will be
set out for you. Tonight, however, you are simply here to suffer a punishment
matched to your actions. Your task is to practise obedience, and consider
your wrongs."

Once again, the rocket has sunk to almost it's full depth, but this time, 
instead of withdrawing it, Clair begins to screw it back and forth, rotating 
and tilting it. Amber is now clearly struggling to contain her responses,
gasping and shaking in arousal.
Clair> "Now, what you may not realise, is that obedience does not necessarily
mean you must attempt to repress your sexual responses. If you have been told
to remain calm, you must do so, or be punished. And, you must do so much more
successfully than the miserable effort you are making now, do you hear?"
Amber> "Oh Uh Y.yess, oh I, I uh s.sorry, Uh OH I, cc.can't h help it oh!..."
Clair> "Well, you will learn to do better. Now, though, will you explain to
me why you are trying to suppress your responses when you have not been told
to do so?"
Amber is taken by surprise by the question, and as the twisting and thrusting
continues in her sheath, is simply unable to work out the implications.
Amber> "Uhh oo I, UhHH OO I'm tryingg gnnggah! Aaah! oohhH! uuH..huh oo.."
Clair> "Anne, give her a whack on the bum to get her to pay attention, will 
you?" (SMACK) "Now listen, you foolish girl. What am I doing to you?" All the
time, she continues to jack the rocket about in Amber's cunt, now adding
jolting part-removals and rethrusts to the twisting and rocking motions.
Amber> "..ooooohhhHH.. uh y.you .. oh UH ooo AHH! aare shoving uh! t.the
oooH pen..pencil urrhhh uh ccase ss u  upp mmy cun uh cunt.. OO! uh! ..aa"
Clair> "_Very_ good. You noticed. And _did_ I tell you to try and suppress
the erotic effect this might be expected to have?"
Amber> "Uh Uh Uh oo nn Uh nnnoooo.. I Ieee I, nnooo... oh ...uh"
Clair> "So _stop_ trying to, you _stupid_ girl! I am going to keep doing
this a bit longer, and if I or Anne think you are not freely showing the 
effects, you will be punished. Got it? Now, how does _this_ feel?" At which,
Clair gives the rocket an extra sudden and deep plunge.

Amber seems to finally get the idea. She throws back her head and wails,
jerking her hips back and forth on the prong in Clair's hand. Now Clair
simply holds the rocket still, and lets Amber hump her cunt up and down on
it. Both Clair and Anne are kneeling, bent low to stare up at the girl's slot
rising and falling on the prong.  It is so thick, that as it goes in, pulling
the flesh around in with it, her clit is dragged back to slide along the 
shaft. This, and her long period of frustration, have her on a hair trigger.
Amber's cries are rapidly ascending into a pre-orgasmic crescendo, when Clair
abruptly pulls the rocket out and tosses it on the floor.
Clair> "Yes that's much better, Amber. But then I didn't say you could come, 
either. In fact, you must not. That 'comes' later, ha ha. What we want from 
you now are more demonstrations of your strongest responses, and your coming
would make that innaccurate. Now, Amber, we shall have some sexual obedience
lessons. If you do well, we'll put you back on the hook you so athleticly
mounted yourself on before. Would you like that Amber?"
Amber, gasping in renewed frustration, her hips spasticly continuing their
humping, blind search for impalement, turns her head to stare down at the
jutting prong she has been offered. Obedience lessons? What does that mean?
Whatever, if it lets her sink that rod into her aching quim, then... "Ohh...
yess... yes.."
Clair> "You understand that you must do exactly as we say? You will be
soundly spanked for any failure to obey, and obey instantly. Understand?"
Amber> "ohhhh please... yyesss... anything, please...."
Anne> "That's right, anything. We're so glad you understand. Now just hold 
still while we untie your hands. Behind her back again, Clair?"
Clair slips from between Amber and the wall, and standing, begins to untie a
wrist. "Noo... in front I think, but not to reach her cunt, just her breasts."
She has untied the end of the cord from the wall, leaving the other bound to
Amber's wrist. Now she folds Amber's unresisting arm in front of her, wrist
at breast height, then loops the free end around Amber's neck and knots it.
Anne does the same to the squirming girl's other arm, then they bring the
two free lengths of cord back under her arms and knot them together behind
her back. This leaves Amber standing in a pose something like a begging dog,
wrists tethered to her neck on six inch lengths of cord. Unless she holds her 
hands out in front, away from her breasts, they naturally hang down over the
large swelling mounds. Her fingers hover over her neglected nipples, uncertain
of what is permitted, but longing to touch them. Also, despite all the
humiliating situations she has endured this night, she still feels a burst
of shame at the thought of manipulating her breasts so openly. Surely they
don't expect her to...."

Clair> "Yes, you may touch your nipples. In fact, you _will_ do so. You will
start now, and you will not stop until told to. And stand just in front of 
that prong, too. You will not take your eyes from it. Think about where it 
will soon be. Now go!"
Amber, still facing the wall, steps a bit to the side, so the prong tip is
just inches in front of her belly. She moans softly, her empty cunt aching
for the shaft, her nipples sparking under the first light touches of her
still shy finger tips. Her hips seem to have found a permanent, slow
thrusting rhythm, beyond her conscious thought.

Clair and Anne are standing behind and to either side of her, watching her
fluttering hand's light touches on her breasts. After a moment Clair raises
her hand behind Amber, and delivers a solid slap <SMACK> on her bottom.
Clair> "No! That's not good enough. I expect you to treat your quite 
over-sized and over-sexed breasts with the firmness they deserve! Pinch them.
Squeeze them. Twist and pull them. Give them your full attention. We will 
continue to 'encourage' you until I am satisfied that your nipples are as
rigid as they can possibly be. Like this! <SMACK>"
With each blow, Amber's body jerks forward, and the prong tip jabs into her
belly button. "AHOWWWW!" she gasped at the first slap, then as the fire on
her cheek spread into her cunt, and the details of Clair's instructions
spread into her mind, she found herself suddenly grasping her tits, obeying
the command. The heat, the fever that being _forced_ into sex seemed to cause
her now, washed away her self consciousness again. She tried to imagine that 
her hands were feeding the hunger in her snatch, rubbing, twisting her clit...
The second smack comes just as she is really starting to work hard at her 
breasts, and the pain on her rear seems to tripple the throbbing tension in 
her nipples. "UnnhhHHH! uuuuurrrrhhhhh! ah!  oooo..     uh!   huuuhhh.. uh.."
she gasps, digging her fingers in and twisting. The pain seems to both 
increase yet ease the ache in her cunt. Certainly her nipples are getting 
even harder.

Clair and Anne stand admiring the panting girl, now roughly working at her
own breasts. Quite contemplatively, Clair nods to Anne, who delivers the next 
blow. This time Amber barely varies her gasping absorbtion in her work, only
gripping the reddening mounds more firmly for a moment before releasing them
to again pinch the lengthening nubs. After a few more moments, Clair strikes
again, this time extracting a wail of lust. "OOOUUUUUUHHHHHHhhhhh... oooooeee.
...aaahhhhhuuuuhhh! Oh Oh Oh OooooHHHhhhhh...." She has found that the flashes
of fire on her rear, and the exploding sensations in her breasts seem to have
her cunt and clit in a lethal crossfire. Each slap and pinch flies straight 
through her body, to land directly in the firestorm already burning there.
As her wail dies away into panting sobs, Anne takes her turn, firing another
round into the blaze, with similar results. <SMACK>"AAAAOOOOOOUUUUHHHHHhhh..
OOOoooooooeeeEEEE! UHH! uuhhHH! aaaaaaH! oo ppleeeee uh eeessse! uh!... "
It is Clair's turn, but now she holds off, waving to Anne to do the same.
She can see that much more of this, and Amber would likely come. She waits
for a while, gauging the firmness of Amber's nipples as the girl continues to
heatedly feel up her own tits, waiting in mixed dread and longing for the
next blow.
Amber's nipples are now larger and harder than they have ever been in her
entire life, let alone in this exceptional evening. They are so hard that
they barely flatten when she squeezes them. And so large, that even on her
large breasts, they seem a bit out of place, as if drawn to the wrong scale.
Clair and Anne are obviously both impressed, and when Amber momentarily
releases the hard tips to clutch at the swell of her breasts, the two Sisters
take the opportunity to capture the twin points, squeezing and rolling them
in their fingers.
Clair> "No, don't stop holding your breasts, I didnt say stop yet, and I'm
not about to. Just checking if these are real. My goodness! These certainly 
are exceptionally large, and I'm not sure I've ever seen nipples get so hard 
that fast either. You know, it's quite likely that Anne and I will be put in
charge of your course of correction. If the magnitude of your sinfull desires
is in proportion to these extrordinary things, then we may all be in for a
very interesting time.    Now! Its the shaft for you!"

Releasing the hard nub, Clair grips Amber under her armpit and inner thigh.
On the other side, a grinning Anne does the same, and without addo they lift
her, and parting her thighs, lower her slit onto the tip of the brass prong.
This has dried off from it's previous foray up Amber, but her slit is still
dripping with her juices, and as the Sisters lower her onto it the end slides
in easily. Amber, who had pretty much forgotten about their intention to 
put her back on the prong, is taken by surprise by the speed with which she
is being reminded. One moment she was rapt in the rising chance of comming 
from the combined spanking and breast groping, then the next thing she knows,
here she is getting skewered on the cold metal rod again. Still... ahhhh...
the thick cool tip working into her burning quim seems _just_ what's needed.
As they lower her further, working her up and down a little to spread her
lubrication on the shaft, it's 45 degree angle begins to press uncomfortably 
inside her, and she tilts her hips up to match it's slope. "MMmmmmmmmhhhh..."
she breaths, as the shaft moves deep now inside her. "Oooooooooohhhhhhaaaah..
ooooo.. yyyyesssss... ahhhhh thaaaatsssss sssoooooo..... ohhhhhh..."
Deeper and deeper it goes, till her opening is resting on the horizontal part 
of the bracket. "OOOOOoooooo.... its riiiight up meeeeeee.. aaaaahhhhhh..."
The Sisters have been paying close attention to the penetration, and now lower
her legs. Her feet really only just reach the floor when flat, but they do
allow her to take her weight. The Sisters now release her, and step back to
observe her better. As ordered, she is still playing with her breasts, and
her nipples have lost none of their amazing size. She is not sure if she is
supposed to remain still on the dildo, or if she should be 'freely showing
the effects' (as she would very much like to). In any event, she finds that 
her hips have begun a furtive fucking action of their own.

Clair steps back to her, and kneels down next to the wall, eyeing the entry 
point of the phalus into Amber's cunt, where her small thrusts are quite 
obvious.
Clair> "So, you really like having a fat shaft slipping between these little
lips do you?" Now she is pinching the lips against the sides of the rod.
Amber does not reply, just stares at the hand once again taking liberties
with her snatch.
Anne> "Amber! I thought Alina had already taught you to be prompt with your 
answers. She meant at all times, not just with her. Now here is a reminder."
So saying, she opens her hand behind Amber, and spanks it hard up against the 
teen's bottom. 'SMACK!' This, of course, jolts her forward onto the impaler.
Amber> "Aaieee! Oh Unnnh .... Oh sorry, I.. I won't forget again.."
Anne's hand remains resting on Amber's bottom, then begins roaming and 
stroking up and down, admiring the girl's firm curves, working into her arse 
crack and teasing her ring, then pulling back to stoke up Amber's back.
Her other hand goes to Amber's front, moulding the soft form of her belly, 
then sliding up to her breast, cupping and squeezing it, flicking the nipple,
pushing Amber's hand away from her still mandatory breast play. Then she
grips Amber's hand and moulds it around and under the girl's breast,
squeezing it in place, thrusting the engorged nipple higher.
Anne> "Good, now keep holding your breast like that. Higher! Yes, like that."
She leans forward, brings her lips to the offered teat, and fastens on it,
sucking and nipping it. She returns her hands to their appreciation of
Amber's form, ranging, kneeding her delightfull curves.
Clair too is now caressing Amber with both hands. One is still working at 
Amber's cunt, the other on her bum. Amber is trying to stand still on the 
shaft impaling her sex, but this stimulation makes it very difficult. Seeing
Clair's mouth on her nipple... the sensations of it.. In moments she is 
gasping, the fire in her mind and sex roaring. She squeezes and pushes her
breast out to the Sister, hoping for it to go on and on, her other hand
attacking her free breast even harder, attempting to match the sensations
pouring into her from the captive nub.
She is certain she is not supposed to commit any further sexual actions, yet
the hands... and Clair's hands, at the front and back of her loins, seem to
be gently but definately alternately pulling and pushing her hips, as if to
work her on the dildo. Timidly, between gasps, she asks-
Amber> "Err oaah should you, I uhh mean, ummmh what, why ahhh.. are you doing
this to meeeee?"
Anne, lifting her head from the tit and looking Amber in the eye> "Be quiet
child. You are here to be punished, and we are here to help punish you, and
it is not your place to question what we do to you. Also, you must never
mention your treatments by any of the Sisters while down here, to any other
Sister, or even Mother Alina. That is a very important rule, Amber."
Clair> "Yes, a _most_ important rule Amber. The punishments for breaking that 
rule are quite severe. Do you understand?"
Amber> "Y.yes"
Anne> "So if I do this..." (Her hand back on Amber's breast, she captures the
nipple, rolling and twisting it more than firmly) "...do you have anything to
say about it?"
Amber "Uuuuuuuhh ooooh n.no, n.nothing."
Clair> "Or this?" She grips Amber's loins firmly, front and back, and suddenly
pulls them back, riding her cunt up the shaft within it. Then she equally 
sharply thusts her all the way back down, till Amber's opening swallows the
entire sloped six inches. She does not stop, either, but continues to play
pistons and cylinders with the prong in Amber's cunt. Amber is too sexually
stunned to answer, simply gasping as her insides explode into heat again:
"OWWooohhuh! UUUUHHH! Owwoh! Uh Owwwhuh! UUUhhh! Arrrruuhh!...."
Clair> "Pardon? I can't understand you. Come on now, what's the answer? Is 
there _anything_ we can't do to you if we think your punishment requires it?
Quickly now, or you will have to be disciplined again."
Amber> "Oyyyhh! OH! No oooo, OH OH OH Anyeeethinggg EEeeiiiooww OH OH n.No,
nothiiiinnngg Uh! Uh! You Caaaiiiiann Doooo anythiiiiing Uh OOOO oo OO..."
Suddenly Clair stops fucking Amber onto the rod. She pushes her hips right
down on it, then holds them steady. "Good girl, you remembered. Now, 
you just hold still there for the moment." Amber gives a loud groan, as her 
organs had needed only that quick but forcefull ramming to restore the heat 
she had built just before she was interrupted. 'Stay still..?'
For a long moment she stands there, hips twitching, silent.
Clair> "Well.. You still havent answered my original question?"
Amber> "..Sorry, I.."
Anne> 'SMACK' "Pay attention! Do you like having a fat rod shoving in and out 
of your quim?"
Amber> "..I uh (SMACK) Oouh! Oh, y.. yes.."
Clair also gives Amber a whack on her other arse cheek> "(SMACK) 'Yes' what, 
you foolish girl? _What_ is it you like?"
Amber> "A... Uh I.. like a uh fat rod, sliding in and out, of, of mmy quim."
Clair> "And _why_ do you like that, you oversexed child?"
Amber> "Oh... Oh it just, ah, feels um really nice.. " Anne is raising her 
hand to spank Amber again. Amber guesses she needs to do better. "And it,
uh the end, sticks right up, up inside and that feels, it makes me feel so
sexy. And, the, um where it goes, rubs against my lips, just makes me want to 
take it all in. It just" Anne cuts in: "And I suppose you are going to tell
me you can come just from plugging your wet little tube? Or do you need to do 
something else too?"
Amber> "N.No, it's n.not enough.. I have to, to rub .... oh please, do I have 
to(SMACK) (SMACK) OHHHhhuuhh uhhh." Driven forward onto the prong, a flare of 
heat bursts in her cunt, and it is all she can do to hold from humping on it.
Anne> "Yes, you must. You are a girl in punishment, and you must answer
explicitly, in detail, and keeping nothing private. Now, continue."
Amber> "oooo I have to rub my .. clit to come..  Things up, in my c.cunt are
really nice, but I.... that by, by itself isn't e.enough to c.come. I d.don't
know, w.why, maybe there's s.something wrong with me?"
Anne and Clair exchange a glance behind Amber's back, and Anne roll her eyes
as if to say "Oh good grief".
Clair> "Well, that's hard to say. Lets wait and see how your treatment goes.
Now, the truth! Did you have an orgasm here while you were alone? Or were you 
still working up to it when we stopped you?"
Amber> "N.no, I hadnt. I w.was nearly... almost comming when you.. stopped 
me."
Anne> "Good! It will be best for everything if you are as horny as possible 
for your first treatment. Alina would be most upset if you turned out to have 
spent your tensions before she begins. So, all we have to do now is make sure
you stay very, very horny. Preferably very, very, very horny. Now, can you
guess how we are going to do that?"
Amber> "Uh.. no?"
Clair> "Oh, it's obvious really. For starters, you are going to keep playing
with your breasts. And now, you are also going to fuck yourself on that big
pole you so cleverly managed to get yourself stuck on before."
Anne> "And if that doesn't seem to be driving you crazy, Clair and I will add
a few other little things in."
Clair> "Remember though, 'No coming!' So if we say 'stop', you freeze, OK?"
Anne> "Come on, do you understand?"
Amber> "Er, uh OK"
Anne> "So, what's stopping you? Come on, get fucking! (SMACK!)"
Clair> "Yes, _do_ (SMACK!) start, get those hips (SMACK!) working!"

The jolting of her hips, the smarting of her arse cheeks, is all Amber needs.
They are _making_ her do it, what can she do? And it does feel ohhh soooo
goood! With a frantic wail, Amber lifts up on her toes, the metal cock pulling
deliciously at her cunt as much of it draws out. She pauses at maximum stretch
for a second, gasping for air, then slams her pelvis back downward.
"OOOAAAhhhhHHHH yyyyYYYYEEESSSSS!!! arrrrrrrrrhhhhhh! ooooooooooooooo....."
Twisting and turning her hips, leaning her body back grinding her hips 
forward, she manages to bury the joint of the prong, and even a little of the
horizontal part inside herself. At her breasts her fingers clutch violently
on her crimson, rigid nips, rolling them as hard as she rolls her hips.
She stays this way for seeming minutes, moaning in time to her churning hips.

Anne> "My goodness! This young thing does have a craving, doesn't she? Doesnt
look like we need to do anything except hold her back from rutting herself
into orgasm. I wonder if she's gone to dinner with that thing up herself 
before? Have you Amber?  ... <SMACK> _Have_ you?"
Amber> "... ooooooo AHHHH! oh oh n.no, ohhhhhh nnever... uuuuhhhhh...." She
has still been holding herself down on the shaft, twisting to stir it around
deep inside her. The smack seems to jolt her back into motion, and as she 
denies it, she lifts moaninly up along the rod again. Just as she seems about
to plunge down again, Clair breaks in.
Clair> "STOP there, Amber! That's it, stay up on your toes, and _don't_ sink
down on the phalus again till I allow it. This is your first real obedience 
test. Now, I want you to tell me exactly why you decided to show yourself at
dinner with your sexual organ so disgustingly dilated. What put that idea in 
your lecherous head?"

Amber had been in a state of almost supernatural bliss. The lewdness of her 
forced self abuse, her splayed legs, tilted hips, the thick metal rod 
blatantly speared into her wide opened sex, rigid shaft stiring deep in her
gyrating loins, had all been driving any thoughts but the promise of immanent
orgasm far from her mind. Somehow she had thought that the close attention
the Sisters were paying her, and their apparent enjoyment of her actions,
meant that she would be allowed some length of time at her pleasure.
The shock of finding herself suddenly hanging in frustration once again, and
this time with nothing to restrain her but the threat of punishment, leaves
her gasping, struggling to grasp the question, while battling with her desire
to let herself sink back onto the metal pleasure. It seemed most unfair that
_this_ question should be such a difficult one. For a moment she attemtpted
to sort out again the matter of whether it was best to tell the truth about
her plastic rape in the dorm, with all the complicated problems that raised,
or to just say she did it herself. However, in her current state such things
were simply beyond her. Her mind had little room for anything but the feeling 
of the rounded tip resting not far enough inside her cunt, and the conflict
between her cunt's demands to her calf muscles to let her down, and her
fear of what might happen if she did. Shaking, she stuttered out-

Amber> "uh uhh I, ah, uh d.didn't.. It.... The other girls... uh ohhhh.. in
my dorm... uh a.all of th.them, they all did things to to me, then th.they
shoved.. held me d.down a and shoved it.... innntooo mmeeee... ohhh.. Said..
They s.saiid I, I had to do  ohhhh.. it, or, or theyd h.hurt me aahh after..
ooohh, please, .... let me....?"

Anne and Clair glance sharply at at other, eyebrows raised. A moments silence.
Clair> "What?! Are you trying to lie to me you little minx? For that, <SLAP>
<SMACK> You _will_ learn to tell the truth yet! And DONT MOVE! Now, again,
why did you put the pencil case in yourself!?"
Amber> "OH! AHH! oooooo.... No no, I didn't! I <SMACK!> OOOOHH! oh please, I
never<SSSMMMACK!!> AAAHHHH! oh oh oh huh buh oo oooh, please, I.... "
Clair> "Listen you foolish girl, <SMACK> you're at at this school because your
mother found you poking a carrot up your cunt, you _did_ put the rocket up
yourself in the clinic, you admitted you masturbate filthily every day, we
even found you mounted here on this prong all by yourself, now you're begging
to stuff yourself with the same metal rod, and you expect us to believe that
not only did you not do it yourself before dinner. Do you also think to drag
_all_ the other young ladies of your dorm down to your level? DONT <SMACK> BE
<SMACK> RIDICULOUS <SMACK>! And HOLD your hips STILL! <SMACK>"
Anne> "And we did NOT say you could stop playing with your breasts. So keep
it up."
Clair> "Yes, I really think she likes that rod far too much. So, Amber, you
will not be feeling that shaft right into you again. Stay as you are for now.
Actually, Anne, we should be taking her in now. Why dont you give her a
little topping up, hmmm? Then we'll have her off there and go."
Anne> "Yes definately! Now Amber, you just keep those toes pointed. Or else."
She reaches around to Amber's slit, with it's still rigid clit peeking
out of the rosy folds, and gives the clit a rapid forcefull rubbing. Amber
gasps and tries to thrust her hips forward, despite the anchor in her cunt.
Anne moves her fingers forward with the little movement Amber's slit can
make, now keeping only a light teasing touch on the girl's clit. Amber pants
and gasps, struggling with her conflicting tensions. Her legs and cunt want
her to sink down onto the prong, her clit wants to thrust forward and up, to
the stroking fingers, and her fears of punishment for disobedience plead for
her hips to hold still. The end result is that she quivers like a curvaceous
mirage, only her hands working violently at her breasts truly showing her
sexual state.
Anne watches Amber's hands as she teases the girls clit, judging the margin
to orgasm. There isn't much, and after only a few moments she stops, leaving 
Amber crimson faced and moaning in frustration.

Clair> "Very finely judged! I thought for a moment you were going to let her 
slip over. Should have known better, eh? Well lets have her off here."
They each grip the almost sobbing girl under her arms and backside, and take
her weight, lifting her quickly off the rod and setting her down.
They then untie the cords around her neck, and pull her hands away from her
breasts, then down and together behind her back. They tie them together there,
then without further addo, march her off to the great orange wood door, swing 
it wide and propel her down the central isle of the hall toward the far end.

Amber is barely able to take in her surroundings, so desperate is the sexual
need in every part of her body. She had thought herself badly turned on as
she was brought her, but this is something else. It feels as if every piece
of erectile tissue in her body has been inflated with a tyre pump. Her breasts
throb, the nipples rigid and burning, their size seeming outrageous even to 
herself. Between her legs, slick swollen labia rub against the flaming steel
of her clit, leading an emptiness inside her twitching cunt that seems the 
size of the space between the stars. Some of those stars that had taken up
residence in her burning, slap reddened backside. She stumbles, and receives
another slap to add to her burning.

Ahead is where she will be made 'a demonstration' of, before a crowd. Some
of that very crowd stroll out of side chambers to watch as she is led up the
hall. They stand close as she passes, then follow. She knows they can see the
state she is in, and knowning, feels herself winding even tighter, wetter.

                    ..................

David and Sue had arrived outside the orange door, gently pulling it open a
crack and peeping in, just as Amber was in the middle of her soap dance.
That had been very interesting, but they were both far more intrigued to spy
the decidedly un-chaste embrace of the two Sisters. A golden photographic
oportunity like that was not to be wasted, and the door crack was widened
to order. With Sue alternately keeping an eye out for other Sisters back in 
the hall, keeping up to date with the Amber cronicles and shielding David's
camera work from view as he carefully eked out the last few photos on the
roll, neither had much chance to get with the mood of the event, or to do
anything else about it at all. With the last photo used, and the Sisters
obviously winding up the show, the pair slipped over to one of the side 
chambers to be out of the way when the girl was brought in.
Once alone for a moment around a corner, they stared at each other in amazed
reflection.
David> "This is all just too much. Unbelievable. I thought we were going to
have to work at it to get a bit of sex onto the agenda around here. But look
at this place! You don't suppose this is some sort of faked up test the
Sisters are putting over on us, do you? Testing our morals?"
Sue> "No way, you think that was acting? Fuck me, those two Sisters are raging 
lezzies! Do you know what those photos are good for? Hah! Of course you do.
My my isnt this all going to be _fun_! Can you imagine how quickly those two
would be turfed out of the Order if this got out? Bet you always wanted to
pork a nun, right?
David> "Porking isn't the half of it. I think those two are in for some 
interesting times before they head off for their missionary work, don't you?
Definately a few day's out worth. How does an extended botanical field trip
deep into the remaining forest on the school's land sound to you? We'd 
probably need at least two guides. Now let me see... who would we prefer...
mmmm.. perhaps dear Clair and Anne might like to come along, heh heh?
Just _incredible_! They're even not bad lookers! Fantastic! A Dom lez and her
girl, in the hand, just like that! That Clair can't be a day over 35, and 
Anne would be what, about 28?"
Sue> "Something like that. Mmmmm.... Camping in the forest sounds great. Lets
take far too much tent rope, eh? Oh yummy, can I have them all to myself
sometimes, please, please, huh, can I huh? I want to play all day sucker."
David> "Greedy! Have a care or you'll find yourself with a second bung.
Hey, remember what Clair said about 'taking the matter up with Anne later'?
I wonder if there is any way to be a fly on their wall then? Might be even
more interesting. Remind me to check it out later, will you, oh soaker of
my hankerchief. Now, shush, I can hear them coming out."

As the girl is brought in, they amble over to admire her, and follow down
toward the end chamber. Amber is a trully magnificent sight, a walking
illustration of extreme female sexual response.

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