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Chapter 11 of the St Cunatus saga

                          Her Discipline Begins

As the two Sisters lead Amber toward the end chamber, those Crest members who
had wandered off to explore the underground halls now gravitate to the
striking procession. The naked teenager, hands bound behind, arms held by the
two gowned Sisters beside her, seems an impossible fantasy. In the corridors
above ground she had presented a fine erotic spectacle, but now her condition
is so extreme as to seem bizare. From behind, the bright splotched redness of
her obviously spanked bottom, the flushed redness of a blush shading the skin
of her neck and shoulders, and her awkward, cunt centred, squirming walk tell
most clearly of her state. From the front, though, the story is shouting from
every inch of her figure. Her expression, mixed dread, lust and furious flush,
above her breasts, reddened with the marks of their manipulation and crowned
with nipples hardened to an impossible size. Between her legs, her sex is so
engorged the lips project out, seperating on their own whenever her legs
cease to press inward on their heat. Then her enlarged clit shows among the
glistening crimson folds, pointing the way. A gleaming line of juice can be
seen running down one of her inner thighs.

When they enter the chamber, and Amber spies the contraption at the centre of
the room, she seems mesmerized by it. It is certainly a forbidding sight,
combining padded, strap fitted sections obviously intended for restraint of
a body, with a looming complexity of mysterious arms and extensions, all
wound about with a profusion of tubing like some creature's arteries.
Resting at the centre of the gleaming tiled circular room, the focus of
numerous cables snaking across the floor from equipment cabinets, it broods,
waiting. The pump still whines, softly and sinister.

The Sisters turn her away from it, leading her to front Alina at the master
panel.

Clair> "She did it again. Would you believe she managed to mount herself on 
one of the coathooks, even before we got back to her. Fortunately we 
intervened before she was able to achieve her sinfull self-release."
Alina> "What! Do you mean, while still tied... actually penetrated... with
the rocket still... " She fixes Amber with a thunderous look. "And how did
she manage that?"
Anne> "Very acrobaticly. She lifted a foot out to a hook at the side, and
levered herself up, then down onto the one at her side. Actually, she got
herself stuck on it, couldnt get off it. Most remarkable. Must be a long time
since those hoo" Alina cuts across her abruptly-
Alina> "Yes, I'm sure. Well! Devising an adequate set of disciplines for this,
this, _libertine_, is going to tax us, I can see. No need to dwell further on
that now, let us just get on with this demonstration. Though I am beginning
to suspect that things even more severe will have to be devised to clense
this particular vessel of impurity."
She picks up a thin cane from a tray above the cabinet, and walks around to
face the firmly held Amber. "Now, girl. We have already established that you
are to be plain and truthfull in your replies to questioning. That is not to
be the sole extent of you obedience. Here, we require complete and instant
obedience in _all_ things. Here, you are to obey any direction, on pain of
punishment far more severe than any you have so far received. In fact,
before I go on to detail the exactness with which you will be expected to
follow instructions, I am going to give you a small taste of the type of
discipline you can expect for failure. Put her in position!"

This last is addressed to Clair and Anne, who march her a few paces over to
a construction of bent thick metal bar bolted to the floor. It is like an
upside down 'U', the horizontal top section a bit below waist height, and
the uprights about four feet apart. Where they are bolted to the floor, 
the side bars have rings welded to them.
The Sisters seperate Amber's wrists, then stand her up against the bar and
force her body forward and over it. Pulling her arms down and outwards, they
pass the loose ends of the ropes still tied to her wrists through the rings
at the floor, then each grasping one of the girl's ankles, they pull these
sharply outwards. Continuing to tug at her wrist ropes and ankles, they 
quickly bring both wrists and ankles to the wide spread rings, then tie her
ankles with the loose rope ends.
Amber is now doubled tightly over the bar, her arse held high, legs and arms
wide spread in an inverted 'V', looking back at those behind her, head upside 
down between her taught legs. She cannot move her behind an inch. Between
her tight, parted buttocks and thighs, her sex gapes, the close little ring
above contrasting with the swollen organ below.

Clustered around, savouring the juicy sight, the Crest members are silent,
each lost in their own thoughts, and every one of them purely lecherous.
Even those most experienced in the dungeon's arts are impressed with the
neatness and despatch with which the girl has been fixed. Her sex is perfectly 
positioned for any number of plays, and the frustration of having to simply 
watch is acute. 'Later, later..' is the consoling thought.
 
Alina stands behind her, looking down at the display. "The stripes from your
caning earlier have all but faded away now. I can see that your behaviour
in the ante-room warranted you some spanking, but your rear still bears no 
strong marks. You may have thought those applications of rod and palm
painfull, but you are about to experience something altogether different.
The purpose of what I am about to do, is simply to acquaint you with the
intensity of serious punishment. For this, I will strike only two blows, as
we have no desire to permanently harm you. However! From now on, any 
infraction of the rules laid on you will attract repeats of this in the
severest form. After you have calmed yourself from this application, I will
instruct you in the behaviour required from you, and you will not be allowed
up from here until you have given your solemn word to act as instructed.
Do you understand?"

Amber> "Y.yes, Mother Alina. Oh... oh please, I'll be good, please...."
Alina> "Quiet! Yes you are going to be good, but this will be done anyway.
You have commited sins that demand far greater punishments than this, and
they _will_ be applied. But not now. Here we have another purpose, which is
your instruction in your new situation. Prepare yourself. You need not remain
silent."
Without delay, Alina raises her arm with the thin cane. She holds it high for
an instant, visibly tensing. Then she slashes it down across Amber's rear.
Amber> "AIEEEEEEEeeeee AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh........ OHHH OH OH NO NO AHHHGGYYI..
UUHHHIIEEOOO OO OO EEEEEEEEEEE......." Her screams are piercing, tearing.
The vivid crimson line that flashes into being across her buns and round her
hip pales existing redness into insignificance. She is wildly straining at
her bonds, thrashing her head about, keening at the top of her lungs.
Despite her exertions, her rear moves hardly at all. Yet within her splayed 
sex, her cunt reveals the effects, alternately pouting and pulling in as her
writhing creates moments of pressure and suction within her belly.
At the same time, her pelvic muscles are clamping and relaxing randomly, the
unbearable fire across her rear seeming to her to seep outwards and add to
the burning in her sex. The cane did not touch her cunt, yet the effect is
much as if it had. She screams on and on, in pain, in lust, helpless to
ease either one.

Suddenly, a chance combination of relaxed cunt muscles, and tensioned stomach
muscles allows her cunt lips to pull in and part to allow air into her. It
rushes in with a 'thwook' sound, her cunt walls instantly ballooning inside 
her. In a reflex action, the muscles around her cunt tense, closing the 
opening again, trapping the air inside. The sensation is so surprising to her
it almost puts the pain across her rear out of mind. 'Ahhh.. Her cunt
feels so stretched...' She pushes back onto the feeling, and only manages to 
cause the air to escape with a loud wet farting sound, and to her pleasure,
a very pleasant vibration of her opening. In such terrible pain that she can
hardly think, still the pleasure the air gave her desperately lusting cunt
is something her body wants, again. Besides, even over her own slowly 
diminishing screams, she heard the noise it made as it left her, and she
dimly realises that those around her must have heard it clearly too. Somehow
this gives her a perverse pleasure, adding to the desire to do it again.

Still twisting, crying out in hurt and frustration, she again tries to relax
her cunt while 'pulling up' with her stomach muscles. At first she cannot
find the trick again, then she hits on it. She needs to contract only the
column of muscle between her pubes and solar plexus, also trying to draw air
into her lungs, but with her throat closed. Now there is a sudden 'thwwoook',
much more effective than the first accident, and suddenly her cunt feels like
a balloon. 'Ohhhh.....' She strains a bit harder, getting a more intense
sensation for her efforts, then clamps her opening closed and lets her
abdominal muscles relax. 'Oh WOW... oh Wow!.. this is just _air_ doing that?
oh oh ohhhhh..... ' Now the burning across her cheeks seems like something
that can be born, even a sauce to the feelings in her cunt.


Alina is watching the girl twist and cry, checking the scarlet line across
her arse for breaks in the skin. There are a few beads of blood, but nothing
that will not heal easily. She waits for Amber to become calm enough to
understand what Alina has to say next. She is gazing at the girl's splayed
cunt, observing that the stripe has in no way lessened the blatantly aroused
state of the organ, not even so much as softening the pointed clit standing
out, when Amber's cunt first inhales. It opens only a little, but visibly
open it does, and the sound of inrushing air is clear to her, even over all
the other noise the girl is making. Several things happen then. First Amber's
vocal level drops off suddenly, as if she is diverted, then a moment later,
the air frapps loudly back out of her cunt. For a few more lessened screams
there is no futher change, then Amber's twistings seem to become more 
coordinated, and she takes long moments between crying exhalations. Her cunt
seems to pull inward strongly, then it opens again, and there is a firmer
sucking sound than the first time. Then the cunt closes. Amber still twists
and moans, but, now it seems less of pain. This time there is no returning
escape of air.

Alina is nonplussed. This is something beyond her experience. What happened?
Was that an accident? If not, why would the girl do that? Surely, how could
she do that deliberately? And why? What to do? She cannot imagine that the
air inside the girl could be having a sexual effect. Could it? Yet the girl
shows signs of increased sexual.... something...  Did she miss something?
Is there really still air in there? Hmmm... Well, better check....
She reaches out, index finger extended, and places it's tip against the
quivering, defenseless cunt before her. It is as damp and slippery as... as..
She can't actually think of anything as wet and lubricated as this wanton's
cunt. The girl gasps at the finger touch, shivering. With the slightest 
pressure, the finger slides into Amber, and finds... space.
Twisting it about, Alina can feel the smooth, taught walls inside, curving 
away out of reach. The cavity inside feels enormous. Extrordinary! Twisting
around, she feels about in the girl, now at the front wall of her vagina,
now at the back. This is a completely new way to feel a vagina, touching
only a spot with a finger tip, feeling all the curious bumps and structures
outside it's tight stretched walls. Why... the girl has done herself much
what the jet machine will soon do, but with air. Good heavens! A brand new
way to sin! This girl... Astounding! The doctor should see.. er feel this....

Alina, afraid to withdraw her finger in case she 'lets the air out' looks 
around for the fine gentleman doctor who had so astutely detected the girl's
original trangression. She spies him, but he is very intently observing her
hand resting in the girl's sex, and does not realize she is signalling him. 
Next to him, one of the ladies does see her gaze, and nudges Dr Pierce.
He gives a surprised start as if from some distant consideration, and glances
about, finally catching Alina's eye. She motions him closer, and when he is
beside her, inquires-
Alina> "Doctor, what do you make of this? Feel inside here now."
She withdraws her finger, surprisingly with no escape of air. Amber's cunt
seems to be tightly clasping, holding it in. David casts a questioning glance
at Alina, then likewise inserts a finger into Amber's cunt. His expression 
changes to surprise, and he begins to repeat Alina's explorations. Just for
a second, it looks as if he is about to break into a grin, but then his
professional air returns. He hesitatates, considering his reply, still
feeling within the girl.
David> "Ah, this is unusual, especially in a girl of so few years. It is known
as vaginal flatulence, and is simply the result of air being drawn into this
opening while negative pressure exists in the abdominal cavity. Nothing to 
worry about, I'd say it simply resulted from her contortions. Although...
hmmmm... I suspect that she may be finding some pleasure in the sensation of
a vagina so inflated, especially given her evidently aroused state.
Ahhh.. I gather from your description earlier that the generation of sexual
pleasure in her is to be one of the deliberate effects of tonight's, um,
activities? So perhaps this inflation serves a usefull purpose?" He is still
fingering her, reluctant to end the voluptous sensation of running his finger
tip over the velvety texture of her tight-stretched teenage inner walls.
David> "If you wanted to determine if she finds it pleasurable, why not ask 
her? Or, alternatively, we could arrange to increase the degree of sensation
to produce more obvious effects. A simple introduction of more air would
achieve this effect, though care should be taken to avoid overinflation.
Definately no more pressure should be used than could be blown by mouth, 
otherwise the risk of air entering a vein and causing an air embolism would
be too great." Finally he removes his finger, slowly, from her cunt.

Alina> "Well, yes, we will be forcing pleasure on her, but later. This now
is supposed to be a punishment. And I am sure it is, air or no air, so I
think it best to just continue, ignoring this. But..... Amber! Listen to me.
You have another stripe like the last comming, and nothing will prevent it.
Still, you remember that you must answer questions truthfully and frankly.
Know that from now on, failure to do so will result in stripes with this cane,
not the gentle thing you were tapped with before. So answer now, do you find
the sensation of this air in your vagina a pleasure?"
Amber's screams had subsided into low moans, which were becoming quite
ambiguous as David continued to finger her. When he stopped, she had fallen 
almost silent, merely a small sob now and then escaping.
Amber> "Yes, it's.... mmm nice...."
Alina> "And can you tell me how it got there?"
Amber> "Ahh.... th.the first time.... it it just, um fell in, but, the ahh
second time, I uh, I sort of.... um pulled... it in..."
Alina> "Deliberately?"
Amber> ".... y Yes...."
Alina> "Hmmpf! .....  Show me. Do it again. Now!"
Amber hesitates for a moment, then pushes down, relaxing her opening. Breaking
loose, the air makes a long, wet sounding fartlike sound, bubbling past her 
lips. This time, without her shouting to drown the sound, and the burning of
her stripe fading to something less intense than the constant fire in her sex,
the situation, sound and sensation as the air rattles out of her splayed cunt
under the gaze of the crowd around her, have an intense effect. She moans,
her belly tensing to push out the last of it, the ache, the fire in her sex
blazing up again. If only someone would stick something in her again.... She
feels empty, abandoned, but she is to do it again, and wants to... Tensing
her belly muscles, sucking in, blocked, she strains, willing her twitching
cunt to relax, to open inward... Suddenly it does, with a 'thwooCK', feeling
like an explosion inside her. She jerks, straining for more, feeling the 
delicious stress in cunt walls, then clasping, holding it inside her as she 
relaxes. This time it is even stronger than last time, a massive filled yet
empty sensation in her loins. "Ahhhhhooooooooohhhhhh.. that's soooooooooo..."
Alina> "So debauched, is what it is. One more disgusting habit to wash out 
of you. Never mind, let us continue. As I said, you have another stripe to go, 
but first it's time to discuss what you must do if you are to avoid more such 
in the future. Are you listening?"
Amber> "uh Yes"
Alina> "Yes what?"
Amber> "Yes Mother Alina"
Alina> "Better. Now, the first thing that you must agree to, is to always
obey any instruction from myself or your tutors absolutely, instantly, and 
without question. This applies to _anything_ they may command, including
things of an explicitly sexual nature. By your actions, you have voided any
right to notions of modesty, privacy or freedom. Do you understand and agree
to submit to this control?"
Amber> "Ohhh! I understand, but wh,what choice do I have?"
Alina> "None at all. You will be whipped here until you do agree. And any
time you fail to obey these rules. Your agreement now is simply a formality,
more to concentrate your mind on the fact than anything else. Now I ask you 
again, do you agree to obey absolutely, instantly, and without question?"
Amber> "Sob.. Y.Yes, I agree... "
Alina> "Excellent. Now the next matter, is that of your masturbatory habits,
and what must be done about them. In your abuse of the sacred, private places
of your body, intended by our lord only for use in holy matrimony, you have
abrogated your right of control of those places. Such control now passes to
your current guardians, that is myself, and your tutors. From now on, it is
we who will determine exactly what does and does not happen to these organs.
We will be the arbiters of when they may be pleasured, and when they must go 
without, regardless of the degree of desire you may feel. Henceforth, you
shall never have an oportunity to secretly bring yourself to an orgasm.
There will never be a moment when you are not observed, or otherwise 
restrained from pursuing such pleasures. You will never touch your sex again,
no matter how it blazes, save for a instant's wipe at your toilet, or at your 
tutor's intimate direction.

I understand that if this was done while your current degree of depravity
prevailed, then you would be in for some severe difficulties as your desires
remained pent up, growing deeper and stronger. Indeed, there will be times, 
lengthy times even, when you will be subjected to such a regime of absolute
denial of relief, likely even with frequent deliberately inconclusive 
stimulation designed to heighten your desperation. This will be done to aid
you in understanding the emotional perils implicit in the pursuit of
unbridled and innapropriate lust.

At other times, you will be subjected to treatments designed to variously
exercise, train, dull, enhanse or modify your sexual urges and reactions.
Some of these treatments will be quite simple, trivial even. Others you may
find extremely taxing. Regardless of difficulty or distress, you will undergo
them as directed, on pain of correction with the cane.

In the long term, our aim is to free you from sinful passions, while not 
diminishing those you shall feel at appropriate times, such as with a husband.
It may even be that you will find such true passions even stronger in your 
breast than they would otherwise have been.
Now, do you agree that all control of your sexual organs shall pass out of
your will?"
Amber> "Oh... Oh sob.. sob..." She bursts into tears, sobbing brokenly, her
upside-down head causing the tears to run down her forehead.
The pitiful sight is belied somewhat by her still patently engorged, spread
cunt, it's nestled clit still just as hard as the moment she was first bent 
over the bar. Harder, if anything. Then after only a few sobs, her chest 
heaving, she forgets to clasp her vaginal entrance, and the air begins to
escape with an irreverent braaappp-ing. Again, both the vibration in her sex, 
and the strange effect of public humiliation, combine to flare up her lust.
It is very difficult to cry when feeling horny, and she stops, simply gasping
for breath.
Alina> "That is, if you have not already lost control of your sex. Well?"
Amber> "Uh, uh I, oh yes... Yes.. But w. what will you do n.now?..."
Alina> "Well, we have not yet begun to plan your training, however, as a
demonstration for the school's future operators, you will be receiving a
treatment that should free you of your excessive lust, at least for a few 
days. I would not normally answer such an impudent question, but since this
is your first time here... In future, do not ask questions about your 
impending disposition. Remember, you have no say in what is to happen to you,
and such questions merely waste time. Still, don't worry, I think this one is
going to be more or less what you so obviously want.
Now, the remaining stroke is still to be done with."

Alina stands contemplating the rear before her, with it's central sex spread 
as if on a plate. She toys with the cane. "Mmmm, no, why not." She turns
again to David. "This matter of the air in the vagina intrigues me. She seems
to enjoy the sensation, both of it's presense, and it's release. It occurs to
me that something of the sort may be a usefull technique, perhaps as a means
simply of stimulation, or of combatting unsuitable prudishness, with the 
combination of stimulation and most unsociable noise entailed. If the subject
is worthy of pursuit at all, now is the perfect time, since we have so 
conveniently arranged a girl with the essential attributes of sworn 
obessiance, and a much travelled vagina. I am thinking in terms of a smallish 
tube, inserted between her lips, and the introduction of air at a reasonable
pressure and rate of flow. This is not something we would countenance with
a student still in presumed virginity, but in Amber's case, well...
Dr Pierce, do you think this might be a safe and usefull experiment?"

David> "Hmmm... yes it certainly could be interesting. Possibly it might be
worth carrying out with the girl in various different positions, lying, 
standing, and so on, to check for effects of varying internal pressures, but
yes, by all means, this position could be a usefull starting point. Err.. I
have gathered that you do not wish the girl to reach orgasm till she is given
the main treatment tonight, so I should warn you, I suspect the stimulation 
of this 'air' method is likely to produce an orgasm in her. Certainly we 
should give it a good chance to, if only to fairly judge the effects. Will 
this matter to your demonstration?"

Alina> "No.... not really. The aim of the treatment is to so thoroughly 
exhaust her appetite that several days pass before she again feels an urge.
Nothing so special, we just use a powerfull and irresistable method of
stimulation to force the girl to orgasm over and over again, continuously
and without rest, till she is incapable of further excitement."
At these words, Amber, who was waiting in frozen tension for the second cut,
and had relaxed a little as it seemed to be postponed, suddenly breaks into 
frantic struggling, gasping and grunting rhythmicly as she pulls at her bonds.
A vivid flush springs up on her skin, even her back and legs. Alina stops 
talking, and they stare at Amber. The automatic assumption is that she is
dismayed at her fate, but the tone of her noises, and the nature of her 
movements, are more suggestive of a sudden intense surge of sexual heat. 

Shaking her head, Alina continues> "It is simply more of a shock to the
girl's system if she has not previously come for some time, but this is not
so important. Very well, we shall do it. Valoria! If you will set up a hose
and regulator from the air outlet, please. I think we will need the regulator
on this end of the hose, with a few feet of half inch tube on the outlet.
Oh, perhaps a roll of duct tape too."

Valoria moves away, and searches a cupboard or two before finding the bits
needed. All the hose fittings are snap connect, and the affair is ready in no 
time at all. The thicker hose is unrolled from the wall air outlet, over to
Amber, who watches the upside-down goings on with trepidation. Her breathing 
is becomming rapid, as she contemplates her comming treatment, as a public 
sexual guinea pig. Somehow, even thinking of this undignified assault is
keeping her sex blazing. Before she has half got used to the idea, the 
regulator is being taped to the solid bar over which she is folded. She can 
hear the hissing of the air as the smaller hose is attached and tested. It's
free end hangs down near her face, and flicks around as the air flow is 
adjusted. Someone lifts it. She feels the cool tube being draped across her
buttocks. There is a cooling blast of air on her damp sex, contracting to a
small point of windy pressure as the hose end is brought close to her skin.
She can feel the air jet dimpling her sex membranes as the hose is roved about 
her sex. When it touches her clit, the jolt of sensation is so strong she 
cries out, bucking the little she can, loving the unique feeling. But the hose 
moves on, zeroing in on the opening to her now clasping, trembling cunt.
As soon as the jet hits the mark, it forces the lips apart, pressing inside.
As yet it has not enough pressure to truly inflate her innards, yet the 
fluttering, blustering wind coursing around inside, cooling and tickling, is
a stunning sensation. She moans, loud and long, tensing her legs and arms,
trying to rock her hips. "oooooooOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhhhHHHHhh!... aaa
aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhaaaaaa...... " She is not sure if it is 
Alina or the man holding the tube, but it doesn't matter. It's gggooooooooodd.
Alina> "Well, well, this seems to be working quite strongly already. Looks 
like just external application may be enough to bring her to climax. That _is_
interesting. Hold it there a while, and lets see. Meanwhile, Amber! Listen to
me. I want you to describe the sensations. Remember, if you do not do a good 
enough job, you will be caned!"
Amber> "rrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRrrraaaaaa.... ... y y yessss ohhhhhhhhhHHHHH try... 
UHHHHHhhhhhh.... ouh inside... inside it, shakes me.... grabs the l lips and 
shakes in, flutt... tt  teringggg,  like, like bbutterflies, s s strong b 
butterflies, beating w wings in nside.... oooooooooOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhnnnnn...
oh flap, flap, in meeee cold wind... ahhhhhHHHHHH uuuhhhHHHHH oooohhhHHHH
ahhHH oh oh I'm.. soonnn.... oh nearly... OH PLEASE! oh please nearly...
Ohh ooohhhhHHHHh! oh NEARLYYYYYEEEEEeeeee oh pleaseee, oh oh more ahhh please
somebody, oh my clit oh please my clit, oh oh ohhhhhh I have to cummmm, my
clit oh GOD my clit please, please heeeeelp!.. UHH UHH UHH AHH oh please my 
clit clit, touch t touch my clit please please pleeeeeeaseeee....." She goes 
on and on, on the brink of coming, but needing just a little tweak on her
poor swollen, aching clit to trigger it off. Without that, the vital second
key, she cannot fire. This continues for some time, till it seems that Amber
is almost about to faint of desperation.
Alina> "No, perhaps not. Stop for a little, and let her recover her senses 
before we try it internally."
David> "Certainly. Still, I can see that with only a small change that would
have had the effect. The poor thing certainly gets into a desperate state, 
doesn't she? If a mere breeze on her sex can produce such an excitation, it
is no wonder the girl has ended in need of such care."

Amber is slowly winding down, puffing, her sex in the same crimson swollen
condition as ever, but her desperation abating enough to let her stem her
pleading cries.

David> "This time, since she is able to move her hips a bit, and may manage
to gain some help from the movement of the tube in her if I am holding it,
perhaps it's best if we arrange it first to avoid the need to hold it 
altogether. Like this perhaps." He reaches to the regulator, and shuts it off.
Then he picks up the end of the tube, and plainly inserts it into Amber's
cunt. The girl jerks, not expecting it so soon. In he slides it, till at 
least six inches are burried. Then he places the unburied tube against her
right buttock, peels off a length of duct tape, fixes the tube to her skin,
and stands back. "There, now we just turn it on when we are ready."
Alina> "And how about you, Amber? Are you ready? Don't forget to let us know 
how it feels now."
Amber is not sure if she is ready, not sure if she can stand another go at
comming, or if she would rather just forget it. But she knows it's going to 
happen anyway, and she had better reply. "I'm uhhhhh uh r.ready. It feels
like a tube shoved up me and taped to my bum, so far. I'm not about to cum
anymore."
Alina, bristling> "Are you being impertinent?"
David> "Oh leave her. Sounds like a sense of humour to me. I like that.
Anyway, if everybody's all set, let's let'r rip." He reaches to the regulator
and gives the knob a twist.

Suddenly Amber knows what a balloon feels like. Down in her belly, her cunt
is growing, growing, rapidly. In a few moments, it is starting to feel taught.
Taught and enormous. Her guts and bladder are getting squeezed. Reminded that
she hasn't had a pee for some time. That she really needs to go right now.
Then she remembers that she is supposed to be giving a commentary. Ooof! Big.
Amber> "UHH! Oh a balloon, I'm a balloon! uhhhhh.. squeezing.... oh Wow wooow
ohwoooww! O O I need to.. o not so fast, oh f. Oh Fuck, Oh I, I gotto pee, oh
oh oooOOuuUUUUHHH! OhPLEASEstop oh I'll wet, oh no oh god too much toooo big
oh please stopIneed toGOtoThe bathroom..uhhh inside me tooo big ogod ogodo..."
The urgency of her pleas rising, she battles to retain her water.

So far not one bit of air has escaped from her cunt. David recognizes what
Amber is in too desperate a plight to see, that by clamping her muscles to
hold in her piss, she has also tightened her cunt entrance, so holding in the
air. He thinks it is an amusing question, of which shall let go first, her
bladder or her cunt. A matter worth extending for it's entertainment value.
He turns the regulator knob back to a slow trickle of air so as to not reach
her ultimate limit too soon.
David> "Ah, should we let her up to relieve herself? I notice you have a
tiled and drained floor here, perhaps it will not matter if she is left there
till the matter resolves itself?"
Alina> "No need to let her up, that is one reason for the nature of the floor.
In fact, girls placed in positions of pennance down here are rarely allowed
the convenience of toilet facilities. The shame of soiling themselves is one
more part of their punishment. There are hoses for washing down after. Have
you shut off the air?"
David> "Not entirely, just a little still trickles into her. I think it best
to observe her as the tension grows most slowly. I think I'll stand back a
bit, if you don't mind."

Amber is now begging, shouting at the top of her lungs to be let down, and
has not heard a word of this exchange. It is inconceivable to her that they
would force her to disgrace herself like this. Why don't they stop? Her cunt
now feels strained to bursting, the urge to pee is almost unbearable. She
had thought for a while that the inflation had stopped, that she was to be
left to suffer with what was already in her, but now she is beginning to
realise that the pressure is still increasing, very slowly. Strangely, so
to is the tension of her desire mounting again. Somehow the two different
forms of tightness seem to coexist in her guts, each building on the other.
She has also finally understood that she must relax her muscles in order to
let the air out, but is certain that to do so will release her urine also.
All she can do is plead "Oh no, oh no no no, not like this, please not like
this.. oh GOD oh ohhhh nnoooooo oh please...." She is sure in this position
most of it would run down her body, all over her.

The thought is too shocking to bear, she cannot, she must hold it, she must.
'Why, to get wee all over her, running down from her open slit, with them,
with them all... watching... ' She suddenly sees an image of herself as she 
must look, splayed over the bar, her cunt and rear totally open, the tube
taped to her tensing arse and curving over into her pink cunt, hears herself
shouting and gasping, her mind's eye moving back to take in the circle of
people watching her. The image is a revelation of the theatrical power and
worth of her body, her sexuality. It's power stuns her into sudden silence.
She understands the deeper reason for her predicament, that despite all the
words of piety, she is really a prize, an icon of sex that has become owned,
a toy to forces greater than her. She is owned.... they will do whatever they
like to her, to her sex.... they are not going to let her up... they have
chosen to watch her wet herself, to watch, to watch it spray out of her,
down her legs... then there will still be the air inside her... and they are
going to force her to come, over and over... they will stand and watch her
as she clenches and moans... helpless to stop herself... her ecstasy an 
entertainment... and they will do it again other times... whenever they
choose... whatever they wish... never to masturbate again... they will
control her, her cunt....

The thoughts come in waves, crashing over her mind, tearing away the
civilised layers of pride, shame and restraint, leaving only the bedrock of
sensuality, the truth of the heat and straining lust in her sex, the
inevitability of her bladder.
Somewhere amongst the din of sensations is the rigid frustration of her
neglected clit, but it does not seem so important now. It is simply being 
drowned out. The tension in her dilated cunt is shifting over the line into
pain now, but somehow the coupled sexual tension is undergoing it's own 
transformation into a knot of power growing, expanding, sending out feelers
through her vitals. There is nothing moving in her, no shaft thrusting in her
cunt, no fingers at her clit or breasts, yet suddenly she recognises that she
is going to come. There is no other way to explain the feeling of that hard
knot within her that seems to have grown lines and hooks to every part of her
sexual being. She is reconciled to the prospect of opening her bladder now,
even desperate to do so, but now her muscles have abandoned her, ignoring her
commands to release. It is the knot that controls them now. For a moment the 
idea that the muscles will never open to let out the pressures within panics
her, she imagines herself finally bursting, popping into bloody fragments.
But no, she can feel the knot twisting, gathering its lines, making ready.
This is another new experience for Amber. She would never have dreamt that
she could have an orgasm in utter stillness. She is silent, tensed, gritting 
her teeth with the intensity of the forces in her loins.
The knot twitches, readying itself, preparing for.. for....

"GAHHHHHHHUUUUHHHHHHHHhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuu! OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW OOOOOhhhhhhhh
hhhhh....... AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHFFFFFF...
OHHHHHHH OOOO GOD O GOD OGOD I AHHHH AHHHHH.. FUUUUUCK OHHHHHH....."

The massive convulsion hits her like a sledgehammer. She was not ready for it, 
did not expect something like it, could never have been ready for it. The
wrenching explosion in her belly is hardly in the same category as orgasm,
everything seems to be happening at once. In one instant, her inflated cunt
clamps down, expelling its air with a 'BRRRappppp', stinging her cunt lips
with it's force. Identically, her bladder spasms, overpowering the objections
of her sphincter, jetting a stream of piss far into the air. The crashing
force of a massive, all quarters orgasm rides over the tangle of sensations
from the voiding of her cavities, the shifting of her insides.
The orgasm goes on and on, her voice a crying animal of lust.
All the air was expelled in a moment, and her piss stream trails off rapidly,
but she cries on, the orgasm unabated.

David, hand still on the air regulator, decides that a good flow might be
interesting now she is opened, turns it on strongly. The girl's sudden crisis
seemed to be very intense, for one provoked only by a stretched cunt.
How would it last with a new kick along? he wondered.

Inside Amber, the blast of air slams into her cunt, reinflating it in an 
instant, then prising open the now slack lips. The air rushes out, the lips 
close under the reduced pressure, her cunt expands again, the lips open...
A cycle is created, with her cunt rapidly ballooning up and collapsing, and
her lips hammering open and closed in a machine gun rattle of smacking farts.
If the orgasm had been thinking of tailing off, it wasn't going to now.
The thudding vibration of her sex seems to plug a power cord into her,
driving her into a frenzy. She can hardly catch breath.
"AYYIEEEEEE OAH OOOHH AAAAH! AAAAH! OOOoaaaahhHH! ohohohOHOHOHOOOHHHH mmmyy oh
oh help oHHHH HELP ohS STOP ooh oh ohh thats.. oh ohhhhhhh oh moooore oh yes
OH YES OH help!  ohhhh offffuucck oh mycunt oGOD oh jesus help me ohh YESsss
aaaaahhhhhh my oh my ooohhh can't stop oh help no oh don't stop don't.. ohhHHh
oohhh oh ahh it's ooooooo eeeeeee AHH UHHHH OH OH oooo oo......."

Her audience stand around, enthralled. The Cresters, of course, are all quite
familiar with the sight of naked females in sexual frenzies, and although
this pneumatic spectacle is a beauty, they can spare a moment to observe the
others present. In some ways, observing the Sisters watching Amber is even
more interesting than the girl. Alina looks like some austere inventor, moved 
to cool self-satisfaction at her latest creation. Of all the Sisters, she is 
easily the most composed.
Valoria is frowning sternly, her lips thinning each time Amber swears or
blasphemes in her shuddering monologue. Her hands clench, whiteknuckled, and
she keeps glancing at the cane Alina holds. A few of the Cresters observe
that she is not merely tightening her fists, but is digging her nails into
her palms, as if to cause herself pain. Apart from her glances at the cane, 
she never takes her eyes off the raised, entubed and bubbling sex. She is 
visibly forcing herself to breathe regularly, yet frequently must draw a very 
deep one, letting it out slowly and carefully.
Clair and Anne are watching the girl come from opposite sides, but often
look across to each other, more as if to check how the other is doing than
to communicate. Both are getting a little flushed, and breathing too fast,
particularly Anne, who is also getting quite fidgetty.

The most interesting one is the young, quiet Sister who has tagged along in 
the background. Sister Sarena had stayed near the control panel when the rest 
had moved the few paces to the whipping bar, as if the events there were of
no concern to her. She had picked up the journal from the bench, and begun
leafing through it, reading a page here and there. Now and then she had 
glanced furtively over at Amber. The girl's sex was pointed directly toward
the panel, and hence to Sarena, but at first her view was obstructed by the
closer circle of watchers. Just before Alina delivered the first cut, Garth
and Wendy, standing close to Amber's head, had noticed the Sister's furtive
glances, and guessing that here was another dimension of possibility, had
equally furtively signed to Mike, to 'get out of the bloody way, look behind 
you, she wants to see'. As soon as he'd got the message and moved, they each
kept the young nun under carefully disguised observation. She had become very
absorbed in the journal, and was becomming just a touch flushed, turning the 
pages rapidly with a shaking hand. She had not looked up again until the
swish of the cane and Amber's shriek of pain. Then she had lifted her head
from the pages automaticly, no doubt expecting still to see nothing but bits
of Amber's legs among the group's legs, but instead had been presented with
the clear view of Amber's gaping sex, heaving and struggling to her agonised
screams, the fresh welt plain across her bumcheeks. Sarena froze, staring at
the sight, her mouth open in distraction. She shook herself and looked away.
She remembered the book in her hands, and practically buried herself in it,
head down. For some time she did not move, not even turning the pages, as 
Amber cries on. At the rude sound of the girl's vaginal fart, Sarena looked
up again, surprised out of her stillness. This time she did not seem able to 
bring herself to look away again, though she made some small starting 
movements as if trying to will herself to. She was still looking when Alina
thoughtfully inserted her finger into the girl's cunt, and the sight caused
a visible quiver to pass through her slim body. As Alina probes the girl,
Sarena shakingly replaces the journal on the bench, and does her best to
look casual as she walks over to the group. She is just in time to closely
observe David's finger in Amber as he repeats the probing, and describes the
causes of air in vaginas. From then on, Sarena is hooked, her face growing
redder by the minute. When Alina lays down the rules of obedience to the
girl, Sarena has trouble calming her breathing, and when the second cut of
the cane looms, she appears to hold her breath for so long that she must
surely faint. The sudden postponement throws her into confusion, and as the
possibility of experimenting with an air hose is discussed, she looks totaly
astonished, even on the verge of objecting. Yet she never does. As the girl
is first stimulated nearly to orgasm, then has the tube shoved into her, 
Sarena awkwardly sidles around to the opposite side from Alina, and tries
to fade into hiding behind three of the Cresters. She is clasping, wringing 
her hands together, in obvious distress, but the other Cresters can see that
it may not be entirely concern for Amber's treatment, not if the nun's tensing 
and softening bum can be trusted. When Amber explodes into orgasm, and moments 
later David turns on the air full, adding the lewd and noisy spectacle of
Amber's cuntlips dancing and smacking on the escaping air, she begins to look
like she is in some risk of cuming herself, her hips quivering, eyelids 
dropping low, closing tight, opening again, without pause as Amber wails on.


Amber's orgasm goes on and on, showing no sign of subsiding for what seems 
like hours, but as David times it, is actually only about three minutes.
Then she gradually quiets down, except for the wet explosions still bursting
from her cunt. Her cries soften into uncomfortable gasps as the air works
her overstimulated and so-sensitive cuntlips.
Finally, David turns off the air. He is about to peel off the tape holding
the tube to her rear, when Alina stops him.

Alina> "That was most interesting, don't you think? A very strong effect, and
so prolonged! Remarkable! This technique must be explored further, as I can
see it holds much promise. Now, though, the girl has another cut of the cane
to go before we mount her in the jet chair. For this cut, it occurs to me to
subject her to an inflated vagina again, except this time to a painfull
degree, with no means to expel it. Can we manage that, do you think?"

David looks at her, eyebrow cocked. "You want to cane her while her vagina is
painfully stretched? Hmmm... well now that's a bit of a problem, for two 
reasons. The first is that sealing her genital lips shut against an internal
pressure is not a easy thing to do. Something like this tape would not do, it 
would just lift off. Other than using something like superglue, I can't 
actually see any way..... Ah! Yes, I have it. Then on the other hand, even if 
we can seal her, it would be quite dangerous to use this compressed air, as 
we could easily overinflate the organ, even rupture it. With sealed lips,
something much more gentle, gradual is needed, and, I.. oh yes, that can be
done too. So yes, that could be done. But what is your purpose?

Alina> "Simply to increase her discomfort, and carry the punishment into the
part that has caused all this trouble. So what means have you in mind?"
David> "Mmmm... I was thinking of solving the sealing problem by inserting
something inflatable, like a toy balloon inside her, and inflating that.
Do you happen to have such a thing around here?"
Alina looks around at the other Sisters, who look back, shaking their heads.
Then Sarena ventures, shakily> "Oh, ah, I think there are some packets of
balloons up in the hall storerooms, leftovers from a party the girls had a
while ago. Er.. would you like me to go and get them?"
Alina> "Yes thank you. A packet or two to keep down here."
David> "And some rubber bands, too, please."

Sarena almost runs out of the chamber, back to the entrance and up the 
stairs. As her footsteps recede, Alina asks David about the other part of his
solution.
David gestures over to the strange 'chair' in the centre of the room> "I 
noticed a blood pressure cuff over there. Do you mind if I borrow the pump 
bulb from that for this purpose?" Alina shakes her head, and he walks over
and comes back with the pressure cuff, working the bulb hose free from it.
David> "As you know, these bulbs have a one way valve and a pressure release
valve. If we connect the end of this hose to a balloon in Amber's vagina, it
will be an easy and safe proceedure to pump up the balloon till her reactions
indicate a suitable tightness of inflation within her. Then we disconnect the
tube, and tie off the balloon, which will hold the air within her."
He looks doubtfully at Alina, wondering if he should express some reservations 
about the thing she has led him to suggest. (Privately, he and the other
Cresters are enjoying all this immensely, but he worries about appearing too
enthusiastic.) "This seems an even more unusual treatment than the last. It's
true this girl has committed several grave errors, but isn't this going a bit 
far?"
Alina> "Why no, not at all. As I mentioned before, we do try to match the 
punishment to the crime. Also, as you shall see, the treatment she will soon
receive on that chair over there, and many other things she will undergo over
the next few weeks, will put this minor matter into perspective. I have also
decided that we shall set aside the taboo on genital penetration in this 
girl's case, due to the nature of her aberations. It is likely that such
entry will be required to deal with some of her responses that have already 
been formed in her mastabatory excesses. For instance, I shall certainly
be requiring her to perform detailed and complete re-enactments of her many
known instances of self abuse, and to describe the thoughts and sensations
each arouse in her. Indeed, before we reach a full understanding of her 
motivations and urges, she may be required to perform them many times over.
It is all for her own good, after all."

When the air was turned off, Amber had hung limply over her bar, only her
rising and falling chest showing her to be alive. With her desperate need to
come relieved, her clit and nipples returned to their normal sizes.
Her still spread cunt lips wrinkled and shrunk. Only the glistening wetness
and still bright redness of her sex suggested her condition of a few moments
before. For a while her mind drifted, unthinking, simply savouring the 
luxuriously satisfied glow suffusing her body, and particularly her loins.
Too soon though, her cramped position, the pain where here hips pressed on the 
bar she is bent over, and the discussion over her about her next treatment,
bring her mind back to the present. She can still feel the tube stuck into her 
cunt, and the tape on her cheeks. 'Are they going to do _that_ again?'
Thinking of what happened, the noises her cunt made, the hammering lips and
pulsing expansion inside her, and most of all, her position and the number of
people watching, somehow relights a spark of desire within her. She groans 
softly, that's the last thing she wants now. To try and take her mind off the
glowing ember flowering again in her loins, she concentrates her attention on
the conversations going on above her. 'What! Now they are talking about
putting a _balloon_ inside her! And, and pumping it up till it hurts! Ohhh..
no, no, oh why does that make.... make me so... ohhh...'

Amber's time of calm is definately over, as the terrible fire licks and turns
again in her sex. She can feel her clit hardening again. 'The tube in her,
from behind, it must look... they're all looking... ooooo.... What! what?
Alina just said... they'd make her, make her, they'd, ohhhhh make her do it
to... herself  do it..  to herself... over ohhhh over  and   over... '
Her mind goes into a terminal spin, in flames, plumeting out of control.
It's as if she had never come at all.

David> "Er, yes, quite. Well, we won't be needing this in her anymore, at 
least." He again reaches to the tape on Amber's bum, but as he begins to pull
it off (it has not stuck very firmly to her sweaty skin, and peels off easily)
her buttocks tense and she gives a moaning heave at his touch.
Just then he wasnt really looking at her, more at Alina, now becoming quite
convinced that here was another sex-mad nun, and amazed at the logical
contortions she seems able to go through to justify her fun as religious
necessity. Amber's movement brings his attention back to her bum and framed
cunt. "Good heavens! Look at this. Do you see her clitoris is hard again?
The girl has a three minute long orgasm, and only a few moments later, she
is aroused again. Remarkable! But what could have caused.... hmmmm..."

He knows that a thin motionless tube in her cunt, and a bit of tape on the
bum is not going to do much for any woman, and so.... then he imagines the
situation from her point of view (as best he can) and realises that nothing
much has happened, except that they have discussed doing some extremely
shaming and obscene things to her. 'Ah ha!' he thinks, 'this girl gets a
_powerful_ burn from shame and exposure, eh? Well, well.. and there's no
reason to explain that to Alina if she can't see it for herself, now is 
there?'

Alina> "Hmmpf! This girl! Well she can twist about all she likes, and flaunt
her over-active organs too, but it won't save her from the second stroke.
And after that, the jet chair will soon dissuade her from this eagerness.
Ah, I think I hear Sarena returning."

The echoing footsteps can be heard as Sarena decends the stairs, at such a
rate that she must be running down them two at a time. She can be heard 
bursting into the entrance vestibule, and then the sounds cease for several
moments. Just as everyone is beginning to wonder what is going on, she is 
heard to walk into the main chamber, and towards them, now merely walking
rapidly.

Amber does indeed twist about a great deal as the footsteps approach, gasping
like a trapped animal. Everyone is turned to the room's arched doorway, 
waiting for Sarena, and David, idly drawing the tube out of her cunt, takes 
the opportunity to slip two fingers into her for what seems like the nth time
that evening. She is soaking wet, and groans softly, gripping his fingers.
He gives her a little jiggle, for another groan, then takes them out.

Sarena walks in, still huffing from her run, and more red faced than ever.
At least now she has an excuse. She is holding a packet of balloons and a box
of elastic bands.
Sarena> "Huf, here you, puff, are, er, the uh, puff ballons have been opened
but, huf, still there's, huf, lots left. Sorry to, huf, take so long."
Alina> "Long? That was very quick. You really shouldnt have run down those 
stairs, you know. What if you fell?"
Sarena suddenly looks aghast and goes a bit redder> "Oh can you hear.. Uh I
stopped to, to, there was something in my shoe..." She stammers to a halt,
looking like someone just caught at some terrible deed.

There is an awkward silence, till Alina speaks. "Well, may we have them?"
Sarena> "What? OH! Yes.. here..." She passes the packets to Alina, who 
opens and proffers them to David. He picks out a balloon and a rubber band,
sticks the end of the pressure cuff tube into the balloon, and secures it
with many tight turns of the elastic. He gives a few trial pumps on the bulb,
and the balloon starts to inflate nicely. It is a pretty blue colour, with
'Happy Birthday' and stars printed on it. He opens the release valve and
lets it down.
Sarena has crept out of sight of Alina, behind her. This also happens to
give her a fine view of the exhibited genitals, and the Cresters opposite
notice she is now paying very close attention to the display.

David> "Well, here goes. She should find this an expanding experience."
He holds the floppy balloon against the splayed cunt and pushes it inside
with one finger. It disappears completely in an instant, leaving only the
thin black tube to the bulb dangling from her rear. The bulb swings between
her wide spread legs till David captures it. Amber has been bucking and 
grunting as the thing is slid into her, going wild. Now that it is in, she 
seems to be tensing her arse, clasping her cunt around it.
David gives the bulb a couple of pumps, and she cries "Uhhhhh.... nnnnoo..."
again bucking her hips as if to expell it.
A few more pumps. "Ahhhhh ooh  nnoo nooo oh please, oooohhhhhh...." She has
stopped moving, her body as rigid as her protruding clit.
David> "Really, Amber, you are overdoing it. Why that has hardly begun to
stretch you. It's certainly nothing like the size yet of your pencil case.
Please, try to remain calm as long as you can. We will judge when you have 
reached your limit, and pleading will not help you." He lears inwardly, and
decides to try a little check on his theory about Amber's trigger. "Besides,
there is no use you trying to pretend discomfort when your own sexual organs
so clearly demonstrate your shameful state of excitement. Do you know that
your clitoris is blatantly erect for all of us to see? That and the swollen,
reddened state of your labia make your true desires transparently obvious
to everyone here, since we all have such a clear view of them. No, there is
no way you can hide it, you are in sexual heat. You are lusting for sinfull
stimulation yet again, are you not?"

As he speaks, Amber begins to thrash again, and by the time he finishes, she
is clearly in a frenzy, whiping her head about, twisting her hips back and
up, straining and heaving with all her strength. She is moaning and crying,
and at the question almost shouts back> "Yes! yes... oh yes, oh I am, oh 
please forgive me, oh do it to me, oh please, please, forgive me, watch me,
oh do it, do it, yes.. yes.. ohhhhhh.... do it..... "

David turns to Alina, offering her the bulb> "Perhaps this should be yours?"
Alina does not hesitate a momemt, but takes the bulb from him, and with a
grim look, begins to pump slowly and regularly.
At each pump, Amber gasps "Oh!" and takes a deep shaking breath. For many
pumps there is no other visible sign of what is happening inside her.
Then, her "Oh!" begins to take on a more desperate tone, and she shudders
at each one. The pumping continues, and so do the cries, each one now a
pained, outraged gasp, yet each with a deepening core of horny desire,
inviting the next. Now also, the tortured teenager's cunt is visibly bulging
outward, the lips pulling a little more apart with each increase of the
volume inside her. Another pump, "OHHHhhhhuuuuhhhh!" and the opening clenches
shut, then relaxes wide and distended, showing a patch of blue within.
Pump, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuuuuuaaaaahhhhhh!", a powerfull clench, then
she opens up wider still. Now the blue is clearly seen, the tube protruding
loose in the space of her dilated cunt opening. The balloon looks tight in
there. Her cunt lips are splayed back in a rounded mouth, her clit a rigid
peak on the pushed-out flesh.

Alina pauses, waiting, bulb in hand. Still, on the expected moment, Amber
again wails "UUOOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhuuuuuuaaaahhh!" and convulses her cunt closed.
She has apparently found rhythm. Alina still does nothing, waiting. The cunt
unfurls again, then on the beat, Amber cries and strains again. Another pulse
of her cunt. A pause, then it happens again. And again. and again...

When her cunt is distended and open, David prods the blue wall at the bottom
of the shallow fleshy well, judging it's tension.
David> "Mmm, a few more will be all right, she is not yet in extremity. You
notice how much more easily a vagina can dilate internally than at the 
entrance. That is why there is no danger of this popping out. In fact, if it
was a solid object in there, it would be stuck there forever, failing the
rigours of childbirth." Another wailing contraction, this time gripping his
finger in her opening. He prods into her again, drawing a lengthend wail,
then pulls out. Her cunt drops open again, gaping. "I suspect that with the
intensity of feeling inside, and the autostimulation each contraction must
give her due to the movement imparted inside and out, I suspect that this
way she may be able to achieve orgasm with no other stimulation."

Alina is avidly studying Amber's noisy contractions. She waits till Amber
is just comming out of one, her cunt unfurling again, then suddenly flattens
the bulb. Amber's reaction is instant and severe, clamped down and bucking
hips, she sounds off wildly and long. "WWOOOOHHHHhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuUUUUHHhh..."
Just as she is quietening and her cunt is dilating open, Alina does it again.
"AAAWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOooo..." Amber runs out of breath, and seems unable to take
another. She flops silently on the rail, cunt clenched and winded.

This time, as she finds her breath, her cunt almost snaps open. Alina now
waits again, and after a heartbeat or two, Amber convulses again, then opens.
Another brief pause, then another seisure. Then again. They are comming fast
on each other now, she has little time to draw breath between them.
The balloon is obviously powerful magic.

David> "OK, that looks like all she can take. Now, if I can just get the tube
out..." He grabs the end of the balloon when next Amber opens up, and tries
to pull the tube out. It takes a real effort, but then out it comes. He lets 
go of the balloon end, now held closed by the tight turns of rubber band 
around it, and it pops back into it's pink lair. Amber is still pulsing with
contractions, and now her cunt looks very bizarre. Closed, it is domed out,
and while open, it is a wide pink shaft with a blue bottom. It actually looks
a bit like a blinking eye.

David> "There. All clear. Will you wait to see if she comes, or will you just
cane her immediately?"
Alina> "Well, it is really getting quite late, isnt it? Perhaps it will be
best to just proceed. This can be tried again some other time to fully explore
it's effects, so..." She raises the cane. "Amber! This is the second stroke,
though God knows you deserve more." She waits again, fascinatedly watching
the exotic sight of the teen's twat clenching, opening, clenching, in time
to her cries of deep arousal and discomfort. They show no signs of lessening.
Actually, they are becomming rapidly more desperate and fevered. Perhaps she
_is_ going to cum at any moment? Yes, she is, soon, it's now obvious to all.

Alina waits, cane held high. She feels an unfamiliar heat coursing in her
veins, a rush of... of.. exultation? She realises she has never before been
able to deliver a proper caning to a wicked, sinfull, _carnal_ girl, at..
at the very moment of... when the slut most deserves... 'Yes! yes! _This_ is
the right moment to deliver the blows, er blow, yesss.. she must sense the
exact moment... she must watch the girl, judge when she is just entering her
climax of sin, when her belly is... is... ' Suddenly her thoughts break off
in shock. 'This cannot be! It must not!' In her own private parts she feels a 
terrible, betraying hot expansion. 'Noooo.. not now, not again after so many
years... No! It must not prevent her.... she will ignore it, fight it down.
Why must her old enemy, her cross of temptation return now to taunt her..
Ignore it! As she always did, as she must, to remain pure, no matter what,
no matter how hard... it gets, oh how hard it gets, oh Lord, why must I be
tested so, why this way, ooohhh I will be strong, must wait till the moment
to deliver this shamefull, lustfull, cunt crazed wanton her punishment.
When her cunt and, and clit have their way with her, her little clit, so
little and she cannot resist it's demands, such weakness, such, ohhh if only
I had just such a little clit, not... not.. this freakish thing, this...
devil's temptation between her legs... Ohhhh just wait you slut, just wait...'
She struggles to blank the feelings 'down below', so long dormant. But now
they are as powerful as ever she can remember them.
Her clit, her awfull, impossible, unnatural clit, has hardened to it's 
full two and three quarter inches, a thin, rigid shaft of torment, thrusting
between her maiden labia, tenting into the fabric of her undergarments,
aching and demanding.
Against her will, her mind fills with flashes, moments from her life.
Her teen years, and strict, righteous parents, their firm guidance all that
stood between her soul and the beast between her legs. Of visits to trusted
doctors, who shook their heads at the sight of the organ, so easily aroused
even in a coldly clinical demonstration on the shaming stirrups in her
parent's guarding presence. They'd declared it extremely rare, but harmless
and certainly having no medical treatment. Their dire warnings against taking
any extreme and direct measures to rid herself of it. Their careful
measurements and closeup photographs for their case history, some complete
with a ruler held against the freakish organ for scale. Their hesitant
request to her parents for permission to take a cast of the organ, the
approval surprisingly given over her strident protests, and the shocking,
disturbing experience of having her thin, newly grown pubic hair shaved, an
oily liquid lightly brushed onto the offending, rigid organ and over her
loins, the fitting of a boxy mould between her splayed legs, the preparation
of the plaster as a few mechanical squeezes of the organ brought it to
maximum size (and her to the teeth-clenching edge of self control), to best
display the pronounced thickening of the end relative to the base. Then the
cold clasp of the quick-set plaster poured into the mold, and her distress
to find that the plaster warmed as it set, the soon quite strong heat on her
most sensitive place providing a new and severe test of her will to not
shame herself in front of her parents. She had battled in silent struggle
with the raging beast of her deformity for half an hour; the plaster cooling
but her own heat showing no respite, till the physicians had judged it time
to remove the mold. Then- alas! They found that her 'unusual example of
feminine development' was still swollen fast in the mold, and could not be
removed, even with a powerful tugging that had her gasping under the
sensations (and made the situation worse). In the end it had required a wait
of several hours, and a single quick pull before her organ could react to
the sliding sensation, to remove the mould.

That episode had been a horror, but many other troubles rose from her past.
She recalled never being able to wear light dresses, let alone beach wear,
for fear of public humiliation when the treacherous thing reared itself in
public, as it so often did, for the most trivial or non-existant reasons.

The nights when she awoke to find the thing thrusting, steely between her
swelling lips, temptation so overwealming she cried out for help from her
mother, her tears to find that even her dear mother's caring embrace caused
the ache below to grow and twist.
Then the only way that could be found to save her: the soft cords on her
wrists and ankles, her sleepless hours spread out to the bedposts, the finger
of shameful lust bare and upright from her exposed loins, safe from hands and
bedclothes should she weaken, open to the cool night air that might quicken
it's defeat. How many hours had she lain in torment, staring down her covered
torso at that exposed enemy, wishing it gone, or stopped, or... or...

Of how, despairing of her chances of normal relations, she had joined the
order, and of the long years when the thing still demanded, tempted often, so
very often. Her pride, she had _never_ given in! The recent years, when she
had at last seemed to be rid of it's torment, had hoped it finally beaten.
And now.. how cruel...

She grapples with her mind, wrenching back to the present, and concentrates
on her responsible task. Amber is picking up speed now, the contractions
almost merging, her howls rising up the scale. Alina focuses on the spasming
sphincter, blocking the news of hardening, swelling flesh from her own loins.
Then there is a, a twitch! Her, her sexual organs.... twitched.. and they
ohhh nooo... something terrible... that tension... that was.. it's the same..
that night years ago, in her cloister, the night she woke to find herself
almost lost, almost... she must have rubbed it on the bedclothes in her sleep,
woke almost too late.... oh the torment as she fought with the nearly loosed
devil inside her, she could feel the tightness as it fought to take her...
tightness inside. Urrrrrrh now it's happening again! NOOO! Just relax, wait
for this moment and it will go away..

She fights to decrease the tension in her... yes her sex. There.. yes thats
it, she can feel it drop a bit as the tense muscles relax. More, a bit more.
But somehow the relaxing is making the tension worse, it's... ohhh stronger
so strong, oh please Lord spare me, spare your servant, please...
I will be good, I will bbeeee good, please.... Oh uh. good...

Then the inevitable happens. Amber starts to come. Its as plain as day,
since she starts shouting-
"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh Goddddd I'm COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGggggggg......"

Alina is pretty far gone too, but she manages to rally, and strike the girl
fair across the arse cheeks, just above the old welt. This changes Amber's 
tone radically, to "NGGGG.IIIIIIIEEEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIOooooooohhhhhhh OOHH 
OHHH... OGOD OGOD OGOD FUCK FUCH OH SHIT OFUCK OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJESUSCHRIST
OH GOD THAT IIIIIEEEEERH........" She is still cuming though.

Then suddenly, helplessly, in shock, so is Alina. For the first time in her
life. Powerfully. At the instant she struck, the growing tension in her belly
seemed to explode like a firework, and every one of her intimate parts flashed 
into lava, steam, pounding, grinding, melting, _beauuuuutifuuul_ pleasure.
Her maiden cunt, still factory sealed but for a tiny gap, clenched like a
fist, an ache so strong, so fine, so empty, so tight...  Her clit, jammed so
hard into her underwear, shivered, sparkled, jumped, danced and pulsed,
as did the nipples she hadnt even thought of till they burst into fire atop
her breasts. 'Ohhhhh God, ohhh help meeeee, is this the devil's work?
Ohh it's soooo goooood, Lord, can it be? Sooooo goood.... Sooooo........ '

Gradually, she sinks to the floor, quietly fainting. For a moment no-one
realises what is happening, they are all so engrossed in Amber's display
of female pyrotechnics. Perhaps Alina is just bending down to look at 
something? Then from a kneeling position she keels over sideways, falling 
against Valoria. That gets their attention, and the jangling teen on the bar
is virtually forgotten. They crowd round, and kneel beside her, straightening
her unconscious form out on her back, finding a coat to rest her head on,
a glass of water, directing each other to stand back, make room, and all the
usual fainting ritual.

Alina is out cold.

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