File: JETS.TXT
Chapter 12 of the St Cunatus saga


                       Machine meets Girl


For some time, Amber's fate is entirely forgotten, except by her. On her 
part, she has forgotten them, for she has fallen into a black hole of 
continuous orgasm. Even without the fresh cut burnt across her rear she would
probably have hit that state, but the cut boosted her into the singularity
with power to spare. It was all due to the balloon. Without it, she could 
contract her sex muscles all she liked, but it wouldnt really do anything for
her main erogenous zones: her clit, the other spot just inside the front of
her cunt, the deep places in her gut. With the inflated fucker, almost any 
movement she made had powerfull effects on all the hot spots. When her cunt
clamped and opened, her clit got pulled and stretched on the edge, and inside,
inside _everything_ got moved and pushed, straining. And Amber was a girl
whose orgasms made her cunt muscles dance. And those muscles moving frigged
the balloon in her. And that made her come more. On and on and on....
She soon runs out of breath or energy to cry out her ecstasy, and is reduced
to panting moans. Still, anyone looking at her cunt could have seen what
was happening. No-one did for a while though. She is forgotten, a cumming,
spasming girl, become part of the room's fixtures.

Alina seems to be deeply out of it. When she does not come round at the first
gentle shake, David becomes quite concerned that she may have suffered a
heart attack or stroke with the excitement. He checks her pupils- OK; her
pulse- finding it strong and fast, but slowing to a more normal rate, so, OK.
She is breathing, also a bit fast. Perhaps she hyperventilated? Then why is
she taking so long to recover? He is pondering, sensing she is in no danger,
but still unsure, when he notices a curious thing. She is lying flat on her
back, and there is an odd 'peak' in the folds of her gown, just at her
crotch. In fact, if she was a man, he'd say she had a small boner. But..?
So, how do you feel up the crotch of a Sister Superior, in front of several
nuns? Hey, I'm a doctor, simple!

David> "Um, I don't think this is any cause for alarm, but could I ask you
all to just step around the corner for a moment? I'd prefer to check her
heart, and well, without a steth, I'll need to...   please." 'Hope they all
buy that' he thinks, then for good measure, adds: "Perhaps a couple of you
could pop up to the clinic and fetch a stretcher, a steth, and some smelling 
salts? Oh, leave that cup of water here by me." He nods to the Sisters. 

Fortunately, none of the Sisters find his requests odd, and everyone files
out, giving him the privacy he needs. Quickly, he again checks her pupils-
normal, but no sign of wakening. Then, thinking speed a better tactic than
stealth, he unties her waist cord and whips up her gown, finding that the
loose garment can be pulled right up to her neck. Underneath she is wearing
a very staid brassier, and a loose pair of waist to knees cotton bloomers
with a drawstring at the front. She has a surprisingly trim figure for her
age, and possibly still good breasts if the size of the brassier is any
indication. And yes, there _is_ something odd at her crotch. It seems a
little smaller now, but still... Still quickly, he undoes the drawstring,
opening and lowering the front. They almost don't reach far enough, and he
dares not lift her bottom and slide them down for fear she might begin to
awake. Then, with a second light pull, they pass her crotch, seeming to catch
on something... then like a soft spring, the object frees itself and pops
up.
'Good God!' he thinks. 'Good God....   Fuck me, look at that!... ' He only
just manages to avoid swearing out loud, which would not be a good idea just
now. It does take him several moments of just kneeling, staring at the 
unbelievable clit, before he recalls that he has only a few moments to do
whatever he's going to do.. and what _is_ he going to do? His instincts tell
him this discovery calls for something radical... but the school takeover...
he mustn't endanger that.. what to do, what to do?  Quickly....
Again he checks her pupils and pulse, no change, my goodness, she's really
out, maybe this... uh! no, surely not! Not this prim matron. But still, this
organ... could it be? Could Alina have passed out from _orgasm_? Has this 
happened before? No, probably not, or the other Sisters would have said...
At least, not that they'd seen... 

As his thoughts race, he suddenly decides to act, and gently grasps the 
slightly drooping organ. No reaction. It feels like a miniature dick.
He gives it a quick squeeze. Alina's form stays motionless, but is the
little shaft getting harder? He squeezes again. Yes! It is! Oh this is too
much, what a wasted treasure! Why does this amazing thing have to be on an
unavailable, old nun? The things this could lend itself to! Damn!
He continues to softly frig the stiffening shaft, and it rapidly grows to a 
size even greater than it must have been when he first noticed her gown's
odd shape. Now it is a hard little club, red, thickened at the end. The rate
at which it perked up is just as amazing as it's very existance. God, it must 
be nearly three inches.... hard as a rock now...
There is still no sign of her wakening, but is that...' Yes, her hips gave a
little quiver... Arrrrghh..._what_ _to_ DO!? All the film used up, damn, damn.
Or is it? Sometimes, the end of the roll...'

The camera is slung on his back, and he franticly snatches it round, uncaps
it and, imploring fate, the heavens, Kodak, anyone, tries winding on past the
indicated end of the roll. The lever goes all the way. '37, Oh thank you..'
He sets up for a close-up with trembling fingers, and just at the 'click',
has an idea that makes him wish he'd saved the shot. Still, twice lucky?
Again, the winding lever goes all the way. '38 oh lucky day!'
Now the risky bit. Her fantastic clit is still pointed rigidly up as he
quickly surveys the scene. 'Yes, this could be _really_ damming... Christ,
that chick is still cumming, I suppose she won't notice this...'
Alina is lying a few feet back and to the side of Amber, in view of the
girl's still blinking cunt. He quickly tilts Alina's head over toward the
twat, then lifts her arms up onto her body. One he places so her limp hand
cups a covered breast, the other hand he carefully aranges with fingers
around the slim red shaft projecting up from her slit. At first try the hand
tends to fall away limply, but he replaces it and gives the fingers a few
quick squeezes around the sensitive stalk. Again, her hips shake perceptibly,
and this time her arm and hand seem to hold in position, losing a little of
their limpnes. Oops, is she coming round? He checks her- eyes still closed,
slow breathing, pulse, all the same. Ok. On impulse, he presses her fingers
tightly on the fat red stalk, and frigs her hand up and down on it once,
twice... Her hips give a small, definate thrust up. Three times... another
thrust, pronounced now. Four times.. This time her arse almost lifts off the
floor, and he can feel a quivering in her arm. He lets go, and for a second
nothing happens. Then, her arm jerks a little, moving her fingers on the...
the... God can you call this a clit? Her hips curve up to her hand. Another
spastic jerk of her hand, met by her hips. 'Yea great, you keep that up' he 
thinks, 'just don't wake up, OK?'

Alina's unconscious frigging sputters along, jerk... jerk... and David is
about to get up and when another thought hits him. 'Streuth! What about her
cunt? Does the old girl even have one?' He slides a hand under the edge of 
her pulled down bloomers, and delicately probes at the spot. Wet. 'At least
she isn't dried up' he thinks. He pushes in, and hits resistance. He feels
about, probing the membrane. 'Hmm.. a very small gap. Double streuth! A 
freakish clit on a fiftyish virgin. Criminal. But interesting....'
He jumps up, lining up the shot. Through the viewfinder, he sees the school's
Mother Superior, in a state of undress and sexual arousal, her unique organ
in her fingers, lying masturbating to the sight of a pupil tied naked over a
bar. Very nice. 'Click' He even managed to catch her with her hips up a bit.

But the time, the time... come on, get this cleared up, they'll be back with 
the stretcher any moment... He flings the camera back over his shoulder,
leaps and lands beside Alina, who is now starting to find a more sensuous,
even rhythm for herself. 'God, can she really be doing that unconsciously? 
What's going on here?' he thinks. 'Can I _stop_ her without waking her?
Better be pretty quick too...' Her hand on her breast has hardly moved, and
he puts that back by her side without trouble. Now he can pull her dress down
to her waist, but her hand working blindly up and down on her clit...
Well, nothing for it...' He grips her by the wrist, and pulls the hand away,
whispering softly: "Yes, now that's fine, alright, come on you can do that
later, later, that's good, just wait a little now, good, there you go..."
Surprisingly, there is no resistance, but her hand continues to undulate even
at her side. Her hips also keep their same cycle of small thrusts, poking
the now even redder and harder wonder into the air imploringly. He is 
hurriedly pulling the bloomers up over the thing, having to bend it upward a
bit to get the waist over it, when he sees that the garment is far from new,
in fact there are a few loose threads in the seams here and there. This gives
him another neat idea.
For a second he listens, checking for footsteps, then pulls out his small
pocketknife. Grabbing the front seam of the garment about where it would
sit on her cunt if her clit was normal, he franticly teases open the seam,
popping a few threads with the knife, till he can fit his finger through the
break. Then- 'Pocket knife away, pull the bloomers right up, hand down the
front, grab her clit, steer it's end to the hole, pull the cloth down on it
from outside, yes, there it comes...' He pulls his hand out from her crotch,
and quickly reties her cord as it was. A little of the clit peeks from the 
hole. He wraps his fingers around it, and pushes down, sliding the tight
hole down the small shaft, right to the base. It is still fairly tight there,
and _wow_, does that look fantastic. The bright red organ protruding from
the almost white cloth is a striking contrast. 'But that's _all_ folks..'

He pulls her gown down over the sight, letting it fall. 'Ooops...'
If it was a bit visible before, now it is bloody obvious. Looks like a
circus tent. 'Urrrgh! _Have_ to get her awake enough to sit up, or... no,
that won't do, want her to wake up with everyone around, so she doesn't
get any ideas about how her crotch got to feel so odd... oh well, just have
to let them wonder, if they notice...' He tosses some folds into the front
of the material, so the peak is not so obvious. Then he remembers the waist
cord, and ties that also. 'Heh, heh, fine, made it... Christ, what a clit...'

He calls out loudly to those outside> "Hello? That's all fine, come back if
you like." As he says it, he perversely can't resist grabbing the organ
one last time through her gown, twisting and frictioning the less than smooth
cloth on the sensitive flesh. Now Alina's hips give a powerfull heave, and
her head rolls over to the other side as a breathy sigh escapes her lips.
'Hmmm, just about to wake up, are we?' he thinks, again arranging her gown to
camoflage her condition. 'Good. And let's see how you behave now, lady, with
a horn like that, eh?'

The others start to crowd in, and just then footsteps can be heard decending 
the outer stairs again. They are all eager to known how she is, but he
shushes them till the two Sisters with the stretcher puff up to the group.
David> "Oh, she's fine. I'm certain it's just a faint, from the, ah intensity
of the moment perhaps. I think she's starting to come round now, so likely
we won't need the stretcher after all. But if you found some smelling salts?"
They nod, and one passes him a small bottle. In fact, Alina is definately
coming round by herself now, but he is beginning to worry that as she slowly
regains her senses, she might do something a bit out of character. Like frig
herself. She is starting to make jerking movements with her hands, as if
pulling them against something holding them away from her crotch, and her
hips are getting twitchy again too. 
So he quickly unstoppers the bottle, and gives her a good wiff. With a sharp
cough, she turns her head away, and lifts her hands to her face, rubbing her 
eyes. When she takes them away, her eyes are open, and she looks first at her
hands before her face, then confusedly up at the people around her. She takes
a shaking breath, and moves her hands down, then stops them half way to her 
waist, fisted.
David by her side, says> "Alina, you fainted, I think. How do you feel now?
No pains in the chest?"
Alina swallows, as if speaking is still difficult> ".... Oh... Oh did I? 
Yes... yes I must have.... no, I'm all... allright... strange... I... uhhh..."
She moves to sit up, and is helped by several hands behind her. As she comes
upright, a surprised expression springs to her face, and she runs into
silence, closing her eyes tight briefly, as if having trouble thinking.
As she probably is.

Sarena> "Would, would you like a glass of water?" She offers the cup to
Alina, who stares at it blankly for a second, then-
Alina> "Ah, yes... yes, thank... you... " She takes it and downs it rapidly.
It seems to help her concentrate, and she looks about, sees the stretcher.
Alina> "Oh goodness, did you think I..... ah well, thank you for your concern,
but I'm fine now. Just a......   just a spell. Sorry to alarm you all. Well..
Where were we? She moves to stand up, and again the puzzled expression
crosses her face. Still, up she gets, looking more bemused by the moment.

She turns to where Amber is tensioned over the bar, and silently contemplates 
the girl for long moments. Even now the girl's sex is clearly still locked in
it's orgasmic spin cycle, clasping and opening, the blue balloon now hidden,
now bulging within the puffy lips. She has long ceased to have any strength
or breath to spare for noises, and is hanging limp, eyes closed, only her
pulsing sex to show her alive. The two stripes from the cane run parallel
across her arse. Finally Alina turns to David and says> "How long was I 
unconscious? Has she been doing that the entire time?"

David> "Oh, you were only out for a few minutes, five at the most. I guess
we all sort of forgot about Amber, but I'd say she has been like that the
whole time, yes. Surprising, isn't it, what an overdeveloped sexual....
response she has. I can quite believe that she spends many a school day
suffering the torments of spontaneous arousal. How she managed to hide it
for so long is probably the real question." He watches Alina as he speaks.

Alina seems to shake a little at his last words> "Well.... uh, yes, anyway,
it's about time for... for this evening's main demonstration. I wonder if
Valoria could supervise that for the moment? I think I would like to sit down
again for a little while. Still, it's interesting. This will be the first
time the jet machine has been used on a girl who has already been strenuously
taxed in her responses." She pauses for a moment, then adds, firmly, "Leave
the balloon in her till the last moment, it's effect is very appropriate."

As she speaks, she walks stiffly over to a chair by the control console.
She is holding the front of her gown slightly out with her hands, for some
reason. When she sits down, she lifts a fold of the material up over her
knees, across her lap, all the time looking a bit piqued.

Valoria> "Very well. Clair, will you help me move her?" The two Sisters move
to the limp Amber, and untie her bonds. Even then, she does not move, seeming
lost to her surroundings, so they grasp her by the arms and lift her torso
upright slowly. Still with her legs wide spread, she stands totteringly
upright, supported by the nuns, her head falling loosely back. From somewhere
she finds the strength to moan> "ooooooo.... I can't stop cummmminnnng...."

Neither of them make any reply, instead they simply half march, half drag her 
toward the contraption at the centre of the room. They heave her up onto her
back on the reclining, segmented couch, and extend her limp limbs out on
padded rests obviously designed for that purpose. She is now horizontal, 
wide spread again, her still spasming cunt once more exposed to the world.
Amber is still too occupied with the inflated presense in her cunt to notice
her new position, or to care when they begin buckling her into place with
numerous wide straps.
First her wrists and ankles are fixed, then they work inwards along her limbs,
cinching knees and elbows, thighs and upper arms to the framework. Next,
straps are passed over her waist and above her breasts, then tighened till
she gasps at their stricture. Suddenly she seems to become aware of her new
situation, lifting her head to look down her banded, immobilized body, then
to the sides to see her bound arms.

By now, the others have gathered around again to watch the process closely.
She seems to have finally stopped coming. At least, her cunt is now mostly
relaxed and open, showing the bulge of the blue balloon within. It still
twitches closed from time to time, but not regularly.

Then Valoria reaches under the couch and twists a lever, and the padded
section supporting Amber's backside falls away, leaving her hips hanging in
space, held only by the immobility of her thighs and waist.
Next the Sisters apply a number of medical sensors to her body; a blood 
pressure cuff to her arm, a pulse rate monitor, a chest expansion band which
is stretched over her chest below her breasts. Finaly, a long thin flexible
temperature probe is worked deep into her arse, with a little difficulty due
to the displacement inside. Valoria explains that these all register on
instruments back at the control panel, and that their purpose is to provide 
some quantitative indication of the subject's condition during the course of
treatment.
Clair> "Well that's the sensors done. You've no idea of the trouble we had 
locating all these things in waterproof forms.
Garth> "Waterproof?"
Valoria> "Yes. They have to be. You'll see. Now, the punishment bit is easy.
We tried electric shocks, but found it impossible to regulate their 
application, due to the water. Also, it interfered with the measurements.
So we went back to tradition for this bit." She swings a device that looks 
like a paddle wheel, but with floppy rubber paddles, into place beneath 
Amber's suspended bottom. "We find this works fine. Now... a bit of 
adjustment...."  She and Clair start to wind handles at various places, and 
the padded sections under the bound girl's body begin to move upward. Those
closest to her hips move the most, so of her X shaped form, the central point,
her sex, rises highest. As she is bent backwards, her body tensioned more and
more, Amber gasps and whips her head from side to side.
Finally, they stop, and Amber is now stretched rigid, her sex held high at 
about chest height, her wide spread legs sloping downward a little, and her
body tilting down at almost 45 degrees. Her head is the lowest part of her.
The tension of her stomach, and her split open sex, allow the balloon to
bulge impressively within the gaping opening.

Valoria> "Now, Alina's own idea, the stimulus system." The Sisters take the
jointed arms projecting down and out around the apparatus, and fold them 
upwards, over the girl's body. Each is adjusted into position over some
sensitive part or other of her. At their ends they have various openings and 
projections, and there are several tubes twisting down the length of each arm,
merging with the general tangle of pipes and wires where the arms join the
framework underneath the body support pads.
The arm ends cluster around Amber's breasts and gaping cunt. It is now
obvious that the end attachments are in fact bunches of spray nozzles of 
various forms.

Garth> "This certainly is all very complicated. Did you make all of this here
at the school? Yourselves?"
Alina, who has been watching from her chair, calls> "Oh yes! There's quite a
lot of work went into this. In God's work, no effort is too great, is it?"
She has been sitting restlessly, adjusting her gown, sitting now legs a bit
apart, then together. She does not look comfortable.

Nor does Amber. There are nozzles everywhere! Rings of them surround her 
breasts, her nipples. Nozzles point at her labia, her now diminished clitoris, 
even at her urethra and anus. A circle of small jets converge on the opening
of her vagina, and in the centra of this circle is an extra wide nozzle aimed 
directly into the line of her vaginal cavity (were it not filled to bulging
with the balloon). None of the nozzles are more than an inch from her skin.

Because of her stretched-back position, Amber can only catch a glimpse of the
arching arms converging on her tits and her sex, which she cannot see at all.
She looks positively frightened. If she hadn't just finished an epic 
continuous orgasm, the prospect of being forced into orgasm would now be 
driving her crazy. But the fire seems to have gone out just now, and she is
just plain scared. 
Clair, patting Amber on her high upper thigh> "There you are, you poor sinful
thing. No need to be afraid, this won't hurt at all. Alina calls this the
lust purger, and that's about what it does. Some of this, and you will be
without your unwanted desires for some time. Hopefully."

Valoria> "Don't forget the balloon. Err... does anyone have a pin?"
June happens to have one helping hold on her broach, and she offers it to
the Sister.
Valoria> "Oh, you might as well do it, if you like?"
June softly replies that she wouldn't mind. She moves between Amber's legs,
and stands looking at the rounded blue membrane curving within the pushed-out
lips. Amber does not seem to have cottoned on to what is about to happen.
June reaches around the array of nozzles hovering over it's target, brings
the pin point to the centre of the blue, hesitates, then touches it.

      <BANG!>

Bits of shredded rubber blast out of her cunt with the escaping air, and
instantly the shocked sheath collapses into the vacant space. One ribbon of
blue hangs from the loosely closed lips as Amber tries to buck in pained
surprise. All she actually manages to do is demonstrate how little she can
move in this restraint. "Owwwww! Oh that.... that... " She falls silent as
she realises that it didn't hurt after all, it was just a shock.

Valoria> "That's better. Now we can proceed." She turns and strides back to 
the control panel, followed by Clair. The Crest group remain clustered around
the girl held in the strange machine. Standing at the panel, Valoria glances 
at the seated and still noticeably flustered Alina, who waves her to continue
as she wishes.
Valoria> "We have developed two different ways of using this. The first, which 
we use in the correction of lesser cases of impropriety, involves applying a
mild genital stilulation, and punishing signs of sexual response with the 
spanker. In most cases this produces an association in the lustfull girl's 
mind between sexual stimulation and pain. This turns her from any tendency 
to manipulate herself for pleasure. We have succeeded splendidly in this 
manner with two cases already.
However, with another girl, the punishment only seemed to increase her
obscene desires. With that one we are proceeding in an altogether different
manner, attempting to wash out her overactive lust by swamping her with an
excess of the sensations she sinfully craves.
So far we have had some success there, though the effect is not yet permanent
and we have been forced to repeat the course a number of times."
She pauses, considering. "It had seemed, earlier, that due to Amber's highly
aroused state it would be pointless attempting to begin with the milder form.
But now... she seems quite calmed, perhaps we should avoid launching straight
into the more extreme method?" She turns questioningly to Alina.

Alina replies with surprising vehemence> "No. The girl is an absolute wanton, 
far worse than Carol. Her behaviour tonight leaves no room for half measures.
I do not believe such determined, shameless lust can be removed with the
simple method alone. Most likely it will take a lengthy and vigorous
programme of correction to have an improving effect on this one.
Besides, tonight we wish to demonstrate the full capabilities of the 
mechanism. So... the power treatment, if you will. She thinks she can just
pleasure herself does she? Show her.. " Her voice has been rising, shaking,
and she suddenly stops, visibly struggling to get a grip on herself.
Her hands were clenched, pressed into her lap, twisting the material, and she
shakilly smooths out the folds as she gazes over at the female form strapped
and spread on the frame. Amber has turned her head toward Alina, and is 
staring at her, the control panel, the Sisters standing by it... She looks
terrified, her mouth a wide O of shock. What they said.... they're really 
going to do it to her... right now... and she already came so much, she _cant_
_possibly_ cum again, she just couldnt... oh no... oh noooo....

Valoria> ".... Very well... " She addresses the Crest group around Amber.
"I must apologise in advance, this will involve a most distressing show of 
licenciousness. Please, do not be concerned. Oh, you may also wish to stand 
back a bit further, otherwise you may be splashed."

She flips a switch, and the background noise of the pump strengthens. She 
turns a couple of valves, and an exploion of spraying water bursts over, 
around, and onto Amber. "Some external stimulation first."

Amber had been struggling mightily with her bindings when the water hit her.
Suddenly, every private, sensitive part of her is being probed and needled by
the jets. Every part, still oversensitive from her marathon orgasm, squeels
its distress and shock to her mind. For an instant she freezes, then, as the
incredible, unbearable, overwhealming wave of sensation shows no sign of 
easing up, she flings herself into a desperate frenzy of struggles against
her straps. She still cannot move. It is unbearable. Impossible...
Amber> Whuuuu! UH UH UH UHHHHH! Uh! OH! Ohhhhhhh... IEeeee YEeeEEooooHHH!...
UHHmnMMMHuHHHH! UH!....." Her pained, shocked pants and grunts merge into a 
continuous wail, broken only by her gasping inhalations. "Ohhhhh! UH! O!
Oooooo.." It is _not_ pleasant. It is just too much, too suddenly to be
sexy in any way. Her clit... her nipples.. "Oh oh Hellllp! OH STOP! Ohhh.."

Alina> "Feel free to inspect the action of the jets if you wish. These are 
just the simple, external ones. These should be quite adequate to return her
to an aroused condition quite promptly, but we'll start up the pulsators and 
injectors soon anyway. You will observe her tone of distress changing soon, 
these stimulators seem to have an inevitable effect, regardless of a girl's
previous condition."

The team edge closer to the wailing one girl waterfall, spray and mist
curling around them. The water forms streams that cascade off her body,
splashing noisily to the tiles and dissappearing into the grills set around
the machine's base. Some of them touch the pipes feeding to her.

Valoria> "It's all at body temperature now. We can vary it from icy through
to uncomfortably hot, and even use different temperatures in different jets.
We find body temperature most effective for the external stimulators. Other 
temperatures are more usefull for intensifying the sensations produced by the 
injector jets.

Peering through the fine mist, those around her look at the places where the 
jets now running are striking her. Each of her nipples is being struck from 
four sides by fine needle jets which play over the bud as her chest moves
with her gasping, desperate breaths. In her open slit, three more needle jets 
strike each of her labia on their inner walls. The entire area around and on 
her clit is dimpled by a powerfull array of jets, much like a shower head. 
Another pair of fine, straight lines of water drive into the soft, crinkled 
skin of her vaginal opening. As her struggles shift her hips slightly, the 
cunt jets sometimes drill inside her, and sometimes not. The jets on her clit
area are closely spaced, and her jerking movements are only able to produce
variations in which jet strikes the sensitive, cowering pearl, and where.
She cannot find any refuge from the assault on her sexual centre, try as she 
might. Her heaving and wriggling has only one real effect, which is that the
fine jets needling onto her cunt opening sometimes hit the mark exactly. Then
the rebound spray ceases, as all the jet's flow forces into her cavity. From 
the sudden jerking of her hips when this happens, it's obvious that she can 
feel the water penetrating her, but it's difficult to tell if she wants the 
spray inside her or not. She seems unable to co-ordinate her movements to 
either achieve or avoid the intrusion.

Amber> "Ohhhhhhhhhh-huh! Ohhhhhh - HUH! Ohhhh... UUUh! Ohhhhh..... "
The tone of panic is already slipping from Amber's moans, her voice shifting 
deeper, becoming slower and sensual. Her nipples have begun to rise, hardening 
under the tormenting jets. Her buttocks clench, her hips thrust and quail in 
their limited range. She writhes her fingers and toes.

For herself, Amber is amazed at the transformation going on in her body.
One moment she was being crushed, violated under the unbelievable, unwanted
onslaught of stimulation, then suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown,
comes the sensation of her body responding, swelling blood rushing into 
organs, stiffening and raising them into the jets. This results in even more
intense waves of.... of... yes, of pleasure, now. All of a sudden, the 
experience flips from a nightmare, to an intensely erotic ordeal. It is still
far more than she can bear, but it is now a _sexy_ torment. Her nipples, 
thrusting up, moving as she pants, are raked up and down their sides by the 
sprays. Her clit... now rigid, is fingered by many hard, tiny points as her 
hips twist. The fine jets that sometimes force into her cunt, teasing the
inside walls.... "Ooooooooooooo.... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh-huh! Ooooooohhhhhhh..... "

Valoria> "Well, she certainly came round quickly, for a girl who just 
finished a lengthy continuous orgasm. You were quite right, Alina. We are
certainly going to have to go to some lengths to exhaust this slut's sexual
capacity. Anyway, her pulse rate and blood pressure are rising up to the
levels where I would expect her to climax. Quite soon now. Then we shall find
how long she can be forced to maintain that condition. Interesting to see,
considering how long she kept going with only the balloon. Here we can provide
much more direct stimulation than that, so... we shall see.
Afterwards, once she is calm and detumesed, we may run through a preliminary
aversion session. You'll find that much more civilized than all this bestial 
grunting."

It was not to be so easy. Amber had already come five times in the last two
hours, and the next one was going to take some work. She'd had her first in 
the dorm as her dorm-mates shoved the rocket into her. Then two at the table
during dinner, and another in the clinic as she waited for Alina's return.
These would have at least dulled her appetite normally, but the erotic power 
of her predicament had kept her in a state of frantic desire, culminating in 
her massive, endless orgasm as she was caned, her cunt inflated to it's limit.
Now she is in heat again, but the driving force is from outside, not an inner 
need. Simply, she does not seem to have another cum in her.

So they wait for Amber to come. She sounds like she will, she looks like she 
will. But she doesn't. She just lies strapped to the frame, moaning and 
tensing as the jets pound her pleasure points, grounded on a reef of lust.
No-one is bored though. The team are saying nothing, silently astounded to 
discover this side to the Sisters, and all excercising every ounce of self 
control to maintain the cool aloofness these warped religious fruitcakes seem 
to expect. 'Hah! 'Conditioning'- used to _suppress_ sexual desire? Like hell!'
They all knew what _they_ would use this gear to do to young women! Every one 
of them was silently cursing the need to pretend that they were not sporting 
outrageously, painfully rigid cocks, uncomfortably trapped under their 
clothes, and fortunately hidded under jackets. The girls were better off,
only in that they did not need to surreptitiously rearange their genitals
within their clothes. They suffered too, though. 

When they can tear their eyes off the sex-wracked teen, they notice a few 
interesting things among the Sisters. Every one of them is completely absorbed 
in the sight, and their expressions are most revealing. Alina, seated, remains
much the 'propper moral authority', but there are signs that she is finding
her cool difficult to maintain, and a liveliness to her interest that seems...
personal, perhaps even voyeuristic. She is definately not calm.
Valoria is intense, businesslike, but she grips the panel too hard, whitening 
her knuckles. Clair and Anne stand close together, and Anne seems to keep
developing an unconscious shiver, at which Clair will frown at her till she 
brings it under control. They are both a little flushed, but nothing like the
vivid blush that Sarena sports. She is almost hiding behind the other Sisters, 
and is practicaly panting, her face showing clearly a losing battle to control 
her arousal. She never takes her eyes off Amber.

The situation holds unchanged for several minutes, Amber moaning wordlessly
and the splashing water the predominant sounds. Eventually, Amber seems to 
adapt to her condition enough to get in a word here and there between the 
moans of pleasure. If she'd had any wits left, she might have chosen not to 
speak her mind for the Sisters to hear, but her wits were not about her.
Amber> "Ohhhh.... Oh sooooooo.. Ohhhhh so so goooooooood... ohhhhhhh...
oohhh beauuuuutiful! Ah Unh! Ohhhhhh arrrrrrrhhh! oh mooooore Ohh sshit ooooh
oh Oh fuuuuck Ohhh fuuuck meeeee! ohhhhh..... "

Alina> "Disgusting girl! Where do they they learn such filthy language?
Better give her a boost then. She's getting far too much immoral pleasure out 
of this. Time to give her something more extreme to cope with.
Valoria> "What do you think? The pulsators on her clitoris?"
Alina> "Mmmm, yes. But she seems so vaginally oriented, from her behaviour
with the pencil case and the wall hook. Better giver her the vaginal injector 
too. Medium cycle. Hot, I think."
Valoria> "As you say then. Watch out over there, this splashes a bit."
She twists a few more valves, then flips another switch. Instantly, two larger 
jets fire on Amber's prominent clit. Something in the nozzle head is rapidly 
interrupting the flow, making a loud 'Brt.rt.rt.rt..' sound. The stream can be 
seen to consist of seperate blasts, with gaps between. Her clit is pounded by 
each in turn.
Amber> "Aieeee! Yiiieeee... Ar! O! O! O! OH help! O! NO! It's It's.. O! Oh
stop! Oooo..." Her hips pull down away from the jets as far as she can manage.
Not much, that is. The sprays still hit her clit.
Valoria> "Now for the other. Watch that fat tube there." She flicks another 
switch. There is a <WHOOSHP> sound, and the clear pipe jerks as it fills 
almost instantly with water, which flies out of the wide nozzle like a solid 
clear rod, crashes into Amber's cunt, then cuts off instantly. The pulse of 
water was so strong, it forced her lips apart and penetrated right to the end 
of her channel, delivering a solid thump to her cervix. It was also, as 
designed, quite hot.

Amber had been in the middle of a long "Ooooooooooo.." when the battering ram 
speared into her. It sounded like "ooooooGUH!" She had not moved. She was too 
shocked. She lay frozen for a long moment, not breathing even. With her pubes 
thrust high up and her body sloping steeply back down as she was, her vagina 
is also sloping down from it's opening. Unless she pushes 'down' (actually up)
with her pelvic muscles, the water is just going to sit there, heating her 
insides. It does. From the outside, it looks like the blast of water did a 
vanishing act. It just disappeared into her.

As the mushroom cloud of sensations in her cunt drifts off in her mind, the 
machine gun storming her clit demands attention. There is no question of 
_doing_ anything about it. It simply pounds away at her. Her whole body seems 
to fragment, each feeling and reacting to it's own predicament. Her hips go 
wild, thrashing and bucking. The water heats inside her. The muscles of her 
anus clasp in reaction to the neighbouring invasion.
When she regains the power of speech, her voice matches her hips, randomly 
babbling. "Owah wah uh o it wow o hot o o no ahh! wow oo.. I. I... what... uh 
oh my my oh m. cliii..."
Above it all, some great force can be felt building, shifting into place 
within her.

It turns out that 'medium cycle' means a blast every ten seconds. Which is how 
long all this took. There is another <WHOOSHP> and another rod of hot water 
disappears into Amber's cunt. Still none escapes.
Amber's babble is terminated again: "..iiiit. Oh my cliiiiGUH!"
Again she freezes as her senses shatter. This time she recovers to find the 
clit battering just joining forces with her stretched, heated vagina, and the 
force settling in over it all. She comes.

She has no breath to cry out, but her belly clamps down on the heat inside 
her. The team see only the sudden gush as the water sprays back out of her 
cunt. There is no other sign of her state. Still she cannot draw a breath, or 
move. The orgasm goes on and on, driven be her pounded clit.

The Sisters have not noticed the ejection of her cunt's liquid stuffing.
Valoria> "A few of these blasts never fails to release the sexual tensions.
We should see some results quite soon.
Amber is still coming. Finally she manages to draw in a great breath, filling 
her lungs for a scream of ecstasy: "uhhhh... AAAARRRROOOOHHHHH..GOD FUCK ME!"
There are sharp intakes of breath from several of the Sisters, and 'the team'
do their best to look deeply shocked as well.

Valoria> "There doesn't seem to be any end to this girl's sins, does there?"
Alina> "No. We shall have to consider her treatment very carefully."
Clair> "She will probably reqire very close attention."
Sarena> "There.. is the the question of her m.moral influence on the other
girls, in class, and....  my dormitory... Perhaps I should.. question the
others. This sort of thing.... "
Clair> "Yes, definately. It might be best to remove her from association
altogether, and institute a special full time remedial program for her."
She glances at Anne, who hurriedly continues-
Anne> "Perhaps Clair or I could fit that in. We h.have afternoons free most
days. It would be no trouble." She stumbles over a word.

Amber has been keeping up a rapid orgasmic cycle of great gasping intakes and
loudly voiced exhalation. The clit pulser just won't let her come down.
"uhhh! AAARRRR... uhhh! ARRRRRRRR.... uhhh! AAAAARRRR...... "
Every muscle in her entire body looks to be straining. Her mouth is a fixed 
open circle, and her entire body is covered with beaded droplets and rivulets, 
though what is sweat and what is mist from the jets is hard to tell.

At this point the injector fires again, this time as Amber completes an
intake of breath.
Amber> "uhhh! WHUUUUUH!" The clear cylinder drives into her. This time her 
vaginal sphinter had been clenched like every other muscle in the area. Still, 
the powerful rod of water parts her lips with ease, and disappears within her. 
The lips close behind it and none escapes. She draws another breath.
"uhhh! HOT! uhhh! OHHHOOOOT.... uhhh! OHHHGOD OHGOD! uhhh! ...."

Alina> "Well, blaspheming or not, at least the shameless girl has finally 
started her release." She pauses, watching Amber with an avid concentration.
She is finding it difficult to sit still, twisting and shifting on the seat.
"Yes Anne, I think that will be necessary. Start tomorrow then. She must be
taught a lesson. Drop by my study before classes in the morning for a set of
keys, will you?  I think... yes, I think this time I will be.. with the school 
transfer this year, too busy... Can I rely on you to handle this matter?
You can always ask Valoria or Clair to help you if you need it."

Internally, Alina is in a turmoil. She cannot put the memory of what happened 
to her a few minutes out of her mind. Dear God, did she really have an orgasm?
It was so powerful, so... so... beyond her imaginings. No wonder these loose
girls are so eager to have that.... Is that how Amber is feeling now? How can
such a feeling possibly go on for so long?
She finds her mind revolving around and around the idea of how it felt, of
how Amber must be feeling now.... But she mustnt dwell on this, she tells
herself. That is how these girls get the way they are, by giving in to such 
thoughts, isn't it? She has enough troubles already, what with the reawakened
deformity between her legs taunting her with it's terrible, sensitive, aching
rigidity. It just will not go away; for some reason that shameless girl's
writhings seem to only exacerbate her own torment. To add to her difficulties, 
somehow her shamefull protuberence seems to have become entangled in her
underclothing, and floods her loins with sensations at her slightest move.
It even feels as if something is gripping the shaft around it's base, which
is the sort of feeling she has always had to have been most carefull to avoid,
or suffer lengthy periods of the organ's demands.
She is not at all certain that she wants to have any part in the further
correction of this girl, not if this sort of thing could happen again.
How could that have happened? Was it really just watching the girl that set
off the... what happened in her own body? And she fainted! Could that happen
again? For now, the crude sensations in her loins seem under control, most
distressingly... voluptuous.. but there was so little warning before!
She is very relieved to have passed the girl off to others. Still, her duty..
a twinge of regret that her weakness should interfere in her resolve to
lead the correction of her pupils... At least, she tells herself that is the
cause for her regrets.  

Anne> "Oh yes! Yes, you can rely on u.. on me. Uh, Valoria, you are fairly 
busy too, aren't you? I think Clair... "
Clair> "Yes, it's no trouble to me, Valoria. I'm happy to help Anne if she 
needs it, all right?"
Valoria> "Er.. well yes, I expect so.. Thanks. Oh, where will you be putting 
her if you move her out of her dormitory? You can't keep her down here _all_
the time. And, I've been wondering, about Carol as well... whether it's a
good idea keep her in my dormitory. I can't put my finger on it, but I worry
that she may have some harmfull effect on the other girls... She can be so...
forcefull sometimes."

Alina, still trying to weigh up the dangers of being involved with Amber's
treatment, against the strength of her inner wish to continue, has an idea-
"Hmmm. Yes, we do need somewhere for these special cases, don't we.
And I know the very place. There are three small unused rooms in the same
part of the Main Hall's upstairs as my own appartment and office. In fact,
they are all accessible only from the internal passage, and they have only
very narrow windows out of the rear of the hall. Quite suitable. You can go
from here to there entirely within the old passages, so that solves the 
problem of keeping them isolated from the other girls. I suppose they can
use the facilities in my quarters when they must, since they will be
supervised. The only problem is that the rooms are empty. No beds. It will be
too late tonight to move beds in, even though it would be best if Amber could
be kept there tonight. I suppose it won't hurt to have her spend one more
night in her old dorm."

Now David, since seeing Alina's exceptional condition, has been racking his 
brains for a way to find out what is going to happen when Alina goes back to 
her rooms that night. This business of the 'internal passages' sounds 
interesting, does she mean this building has secret tunnels on top of all
the other surprises it has sprung? But the bit about moving beds gives him an 
idea.
David> "Do you have some spare beds handy? I'm sure we would be happy to help 
you move them in. Tonight, if you like? It certainly sounds like a good idea 
to keep Amber away from the others now, if you wish to keep this place's
existance secret."
Alina> "Ah. Yes, there is that. Well, thank you, that would be very kind of 
you. There are some beds in the first floor store rooms, it won't be too much 
trouble to move one upstairs."
David> "Fine. We'll want to change first though."

As they talked, Amber has been getting on with her screaming orgasm.
Her cries are mostly unintelligible, but as strong as ever. Each time the
penetrator fires, the water punches into her and is held by her spasticly
clenching muscles as she shouts and cries at the heat of her liquid
impalement.
On the third blast since she started cumming, a powerful contraction of her
cunt spouts the water out of her, and she can _feel_ her now empty cunt
decide it prefers to be full, and decide to do it's best to keep the water.
It seems a strange idea, and actually, all the screaming and panting is 
starting to make her quite lightheaded from hyperventilating, on top of the
orgasm that has no end.
By the time they stop talking and fall to watching her in silence again, she 
has received three more pulses, and her cunt is doggedly refusing to let them
out. The feeling in her cunt is a bit like having the balloon in there, but
_hot_. And the balloon didn't blast into her like a piston.
The orgasm goes on: "uhh! AAFUUUUCK! uhh! OHHH ohhh uhhh! OHHhhh..."

Again the <WHOOSHP> as another column of heated liquid drives into her. Once 
again her her tightenned opening is rudely shoved open, only to grasp tightly 
again once the jet is churning within. She is coming, the muscles will not 
release, and her vagina is forced to stretch again to hold the hot water.
Amber> "uhh! AIIEEEEE... OH! uhh! OHHFUCK!OHFUCK! uhh! OH IT"S... OHHHHHH...."

Alina> "Thats four. We'll just leave it going till she has completely 
exhausted her lust. Hopefully she will not keep this up too long, all this 
obscene language is most distastefull. Anne and Clair, you must pay extra 
attention to this fault of hers."

Everyone watches in silence for some moments. The clit pulsing jets continue 
their 'Brt.t.t.t.', and Amber's hips are thrusting up in time to her groaning 
exhalations. Her eyes are wide open, staring blankly, her mouth a permanent O, 
sometimes wide for an 'AARRR', sometimes pursed for an 'oooooh'.
Amber> "uhh! OOOOOOH! uhh! OOHHHMY CUNT! uh! OHHHHMY CUNT! uhh So FUUULL.. uh!
OHMY CLIT OHMYCUNT OH OH uhh!..."
She continues without pause, driven by the ceaseless clit pounding, and heated 
water within. She is far beyond listening to anything anyone around her says.

Valoria> "When we use the machine in this way, the aim is to continue long 
after she is no longer capable of maintaining a physical sexual response.
The point at which her pleasure comes to an end can be easily detected by
observing her private organs, and checking for an absense of all signs of
distension with her lustful blood. When the stimulation surpasses her
capacity to respond, she should quickly find herself desiring the sensations
to stop, but they will not. We will continue for some time past 
that point, with the aim, simply, of causing her a torment to balance the 
pleasure obtained here. Otherwise, if this experience was purely pleasureable,
a girl would come to desire it again.
That is not our wish. We aim to blunt her needs, while keeping her aware that 
this is a _punishment_, not a rewared.

As she speaks, the injector fires again. Again Amber's sphincter clasps tight 
again, unwittingly forcing her vagina to hold a fourth volume. Things are 
getting extremely stretched in there, very much like the balloon being 
inflated in fact. It is even starting to show on her stomach. This had been 
slightly concave from her pubic mound to her belly button, in her stretched 
position. Now it is almost bulging. She feels like someone is using her for
a hot water bottle. It really is getting a bit frightenning. The touch of fear 
seems to lock her sphincter tighter than ever.
Amber> "AIIEYIII! OH uh! OH! OH! OH IT's TOO.. uhh! uh! uh! ohh oh please uh!
oh ss... OHHHHH ARRRHH... uh I.I can't let it ouuuuuu.... OHHH...."

She is still coming, but decending rapidly. She is so dizzy and faint from her 
heavy breathing that she cannot think at all. The pounding jets on her clit 
are beginning to drift from pleasure into something almost painfull. Her 
nipples have gone quite numb. But her vagina is now occupying most of her 
attention. It feels like it is spherical. It is very hot. Her loins seem to be 
melting from the heat. She now definately wants to let the water out, but 
cannot. She cannot concentrate. She cannot remember how to make those muscles 
relax. The orgasm is subsiding elsewhere, but her cunt... her cunt is still 
going strong. She gasps and moans continuously, though a pleading note is 
creeping into her voice.
Amber> "OHOHOHOH! Oh no no uhh! oh noooooo.. oh arrrh! Oh SOOOOOO much... ah
that's... ah soooo hot oh it's..... my cunt... so much.. uhh! oh will it do... 
uh do ah! Ah! more? oh please... uh tooo... too... ahh..."

'WHOOOSHP' Bang on time.
Amber> "OHHH GOD OH GOD OH NOOOOoooooo...."
She is definately not comming any more. This is _painfull_. She imagines that 
she might burst. In fact, there is no danger of this, for the pressure reaches 
the limit of her still cramping vaginal sphincter, and this time some of the 
water within sprays back out of her hole. Still, her insides really are now 
stretched like a sausage skin.

Amber> "Oh no no no no... Oh stop oh stop! No more! Ohhh... oh please! Oh 
anything! I'll do anything! I promise! ohh I'll be so good! Pleeeese stop? oh 
no more please... I'm sorry I'm sorry Oh help! oh my... oh!..."

Valoria, loudly to Amber> "Yes, you will be a good girl, there is no doubt
about that. For now though, you have a bit to go before we stop. You will
find it much easier if you let go of that water you are holding within
yourself, It will get quite painfull if you don't."

Amber> "But I caaa..nt! I can't! Oh please stop that thing putting more in
me? I'm trying, but I can't. Ohhhh... my cuuuunt! ohhh....."

Alina> "Well, if you stop wasting your energy swearing, and try harder, you 
should have no problem. No more of your lewd grunting now! Do not speak!
We have been taking note of your foul language, and you will be doing an 
appropriate pennance for every unladylike word you have used tonight. It is 
going to take you some time to absolve your sins. Do not add to them."

Amber> "B.b.but.. I.. it.. oh (WHOOSHP!) AIIIYEEEEE oh oh oh oh SHIT oh... "
The injector fires. It is answered by her cry, and a powerfull squirt from her 
cunt as the water finds simply no place to stay, and escapes.

Valoria> "Silence! I tell you now, that we will not stop this stage of your 
treatment till you are sufficiently in control of yourself to hold your 
tongue! Now, you may answer once - do you understand?"

Amber> " ooohhh... y.yes."
Valoria> "Good. I will decide when we are done."
Amber struggles to keep quiet. She still pants heavily, but manages to avoid 
voicing her desperation. The room is silent apart from the whiring of the 
pump, and the 'Brt.t.t.t' of the pulsator jets on her clit. The water splashes 
continuously to the floor and gurgles in the drain. Several moments pass.
Amber is writhing under the battering of her clit and the incessant needling 
of almost every other sensitive part by the fine jets. Her nipples have 
retracted under the fire, and are now hardly visible bumps on her quivering 
breasts. Likewise her labia have completely returned to their 'normal' size, 
and her clit has entirely disappeared, though the jets pound it's hiding place 
without mercy.
At last her vagina begins to release it's contents. A small spurt is followed 
by another as spasms within her overcome the barrier's strength. Then a steady 
stream breaks out, growing larger as the tensed muscles finally let go. As her 
sheath shrinks to more like it's normal size, she exhales in visible relief, 
carefully avoiding any sound.

Except this is the time again for: <WHOOSHP>
Amber> "UH! OH!" The impact spearing into her breaks her control. Again her 
cunt muscles clamp back down and trap the water within. She turns her head
and looks at the Sisters in dismay, biting her lip.

Alina> "No, that's not good enough. No noise means no noise. Close though."
She turns to Valoria at the panel. "I think we should speed this up. Will you 
set it to a faster cycle please. About two seconds."

Valoria> "Certainly. That will certainly ensure she is fully relaxed by the 
time we finish, without a doubt!" She moves a dial.

 'WHOOOSHP'

Amber> "UHHYI!" Still no water comes out. Her belly is once more swelling.

 <WHOOSHP>

Amber> "Ah!"    Some water escapes, but her belly becomes quite large, you
can see the jiggle from the impact.

 <WHOOSHP>

Amber> "A! oh please" What goes in, sprays back out. Her tummy jolts but keeps 
it's curve.

 <WHOOSHP> "Uh!"     <WHOOSHP> "u!"      <WHOOSHP> "!"  ....

Amber is now jerking in time to the blasts. She is trying to keep quiet, but 
cannot avoid at least a gulp or gasp on about every second one.
Nor can she gain sufficient control to relax her sphincter, and allow the
rods of water to leave her as freely as they force entry. So, her cunt is
held at maximum stretch, with continual pulses of even higher pressure and 
turbulence inside her. To her dismay, she feels the impossible begin to 
happen. She is going to come again. It builds up with each hammer blow to her
sexual centre, taking only a few to crash her mind through the clouds again.
Her nipples, her clit, are all completely numb, and take no part in this come. 
This one is her cunt's alone.
<WHOOSHP> "Ah"   <W> "UN!"  <W> "WHUF" <W> "AAH!" <W> "OHoh"
<W> "Oh I can't..." <W> "Help!" <W> "IEEET" <W> "Oh sorry.." <W> "Oh I'm..."
<W> "goinnnnnggg" <W> "to..." <W> "AIEEEEEEE OH FUCK <W> "FUUUCK FUCK F..."
<W> "UCK FUCK F" <W> "UCK OH OHF" <W> "UCK Oh!" <W> "GOD...." <W> "OH"
<W> ....

Then just as suddenly, the come is gone. Once again she is being speared 
painfully up the twat by too much, too hot water. After a moment, she 
remembers she is supposed to be silent.

<W> "Oh NO!" <W> "Arh!" <W> "oh" <W> "!" <W> "u!" <W> "!" <W> "!" <W> ...

In another moment, the muscles in her cunt finally give up, and let go 
totally. With a powerfull gush, she is empty again, then filled as another jet 
flies into her, then empty, then full, then empty. She lies limp, exhausted, 
beyond reacting to the hydraulic ram impaling her every two seconds.
Even her hips have stopped jerking. She looks around the room, at the many 
faces intently observing her condition. If she was not afraid to speak, she 
would beg for them to stop the pounding assault on her overworked body. They 
are watching her. They saw everything that she did! They saw... they saw 
her... Her head flopps back. She closes her eyes.

Alina> "Remarkable! This girl's sexual stamina is unbelievable. Such language
still, too. You two must be extremely rigorous in your clensing of this bad
habit she has." She addresses them all- "Well, that may soon be sufficient..."
She pauses, for several more cycles. "I suppose..." Another pause.
Amber's cunt is now gaping widely, her lips entirely shrunken. The opening is 
actually staying open between shaftings, the water running back out and down 
her buttocks. Now her breathing hardly even falters with each aquatic ramming. 
The clit pulsator could be hitting a table for all the effect it has.
She continues> Hmm... Yes, it's late. Perhaps since we still have beds to
move, we will skip the tedious aversion conditioning stage tonight. There is 
no hurry, after all, and she will be receiving close attention starting 
tomorrow. Leave that going for another minute, then I think we should finish
up. I doubt she will feel the need for further sinfullness tonight.

The pounding continues. Amber looks like she is falling asleep, apart from an 
occaisional quiver, and the jerk in her belly as each column of water pistons 
into it from below. With her clit and nipples now numb as rocks, and her cunt 
loose and open, she is not in any particular discomfort. Her sexual stupor of 
arousal and orgasm have lifted, leaving her more clearly aware of her 
surroundings than possibly at any time since she entered the room.
She keeps her eyes closed because the incredible humiliation of the scene is 
now central in her mind. She sees herself, laid out on the frame, her cunt 
open and being speared by the water, the Sisters and the unfamiliar others 
(some of whom are men! Men are looking at her like this!) watching.
It is too much to... to... she dare not risk looking.

She is mortally afraid that anyone glancing into her eyes would see into her 
heart, and find... and find... She is afraid to think. Yet the image rises, 
beyond her control. The 'pencils revealed' scene. She is beyond arousal, yet 
she recognises the image now as something that will always set her on fire.
And she understands why she has lost control so often this evening. She admits 
it to herself. It is being caught at sexing herself, at being sexually 
humiliated and dominated that drives her to the greatest heights.

With the thumping, slapping impacts driving into her cunt and churning her 
insides, the acceptance of this idea has a feeling of correctness, of 
completeness to it. She feels like she has found a great truth about herself. 
She lies relaxed, savouring the liquid impaling in a sort of floating, 
philosophical way, feeling it's rightness for her.

It Stops. All the jets do. Her body seems to ring with a feeling most like
the ringing in ears after a very loud noise. She has no will to move.
She hears some conversation among her audience, then the sound of most 
leaving. She feels herself being unstrapped, and opens her eyes to find
Alina and Valoria alone with her in the echoing space. They sit her up, she
feels like a floppy doll, barely able to sit. A lot of water runs out of her.

She is helped off the contraption, and can barely stand. Her crotch feels
like it is going to fall off. After they dry her, she is lead out and up the
stairs, still naked. At the top of the stairs, she is aware enough to be 
surprised that they do not go out the small door into the corridor, but 
instead take the narrow, cramped passage onwards. They must walk in single 
file still, and Amber shudders to feel the drag of cobwebs on her bare skin.
It is too dim to see much, but this is definately a little used way.
After only a few paces they come to a steep and narrow set of stone steps
leading up, and take them. Alina leads, then Amber followed by Valoria, and 
when Amber is nearing the top she looks down between her legs to find Valoria 
staring straight up at her, into her opened crotch from close behind. The 
older woman simply stares cooly back, taking in the naked rear and furry slit
above. She jabs her pointed finger to say 'go on', and keeps climbing up.
Amber is suddenly reminded of her agreement to submit to total control of her 
sexuality, and somehow, this moment seems the real introduction to her new 
status. To have her sex casually inspected from below on some stairs...
She steps over the top and follows Alina down the dim, small passage, but 
somehow can still feel that gaze prying into her sex.

The passage twists and bends, always cluttered with beams and pillars, grates 
and slings of pipes passing along and across it. There are several branches 
off to either side, all equally disused looking. Soon they come to another 
small door, and Alina opens it, stepping out into what looks like an ordinary 
living room.

Alina> "Well, Amber. Here we are. This is my sitting room. You will be 
sleeping in a room next to this for a while, but just now you will have to
wait a little till a bed is brought up. You must be tired now?
If you like you can lie down on the divan there.
Valoria, you'd better go and pick out a bed from the storeroom downstairs
before they get back from changing. Could you find a set of bedclothes too?
I'll wait here to show them where to put it. Oh, and thanks for your help
tonight."
Valoria> "Thats all right, are you feeling all right now? You worried us all,
fainting like that."
Alina> "Yes, yes, I'm... perfectly well.. just a bit tired. It will be a 
relief to be able to... to relax after all this... Well, goodnight."
She walks over to the main door in a vestibule, and opens it.
Valoria> "Goodnight then." She leaves.

Amber has lain down on her side on the divan, and looks close to sleep 
already. Alina walks back to her and stands looking down at the still, naked 
and curvy form. She adjusts the front of her gown at her waist, then huffs
softly and sits in a chair, still watching Amber.

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