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Chapter 18 of the St Cunatus saga

                       The Morning Post


Amber wakes from a deep and dreamless sleep, to unaccustomed stillness.
At first drowsily aware of cosy warmth, she stretches, and realises
herself tucked naked into a strange bed, and a strange room, and...
There is a dull ache in her sex, bringing memories of yesterday's events
flooding back. There are so many, and so mortifying to recall!
'It wasn't my fault!' she thinks, but somehow thinking of the humiliating
things that happened to her - and the things she did! - brings back the
same hot unfolding of passion in her sex. The same feelings that got her
into so much trouble yesterday; but she cannot help thinking about
what happened, and the ache in her cunt rapidly transforms into a needy
throbbing.

And a fairly urgent need to relieve her bladder. Hopping out of bed she
tries the only door - locked. A quick check of the room satisfies her
there is no other way out. Nor any sign of clothes. Just a bed, and its
covers. Then she finds the pot under the bed, which by this time she is
very glad to use.

She tries to look out the windows, but their narrow openings are too high
up, and she cannot even reach the lower sills. A few more minutes of
searching fruitlessly for any shred of interest in the room, with the only
discovery being that there is a small spyhole bored through the door at
eyelevel. She can see nothing but blackness through it. Soon she ends
up sitting back on the bed for lack of anything else to do, leaning her
back against the cool plaster of the wall, hugging her legs to her chest,
chin resting on her knee. It is very quiet. Not a sound penetrates from
outside, no hint that there the rest of the school is beginning its day.
With nothing to distract her it is hard to ignore the persistant itching
almost-ache in her sex. It has subsided somewhat since she awoke, but does
not go away. She wonders if perhaps she has a bruise or cut there, after
the things that happened to her yesterday, or if perhaps she is just
imagining the feelings there because she feels so very naked sitting here
in this large, empty room. It doesn't feel much at all like the nagging urge
she gets down there when she is simply getting horny. Perhaps if she ignores
the feelings they will go away. For a while she tries to think of other
things, but its a bit like trying not to think of elephants - her mind
keeps popping up the subject of the state of her pussy no matter what she
does. In fact the more she tries, the more insistent the feeling becomes
that her cunt needs looking at.

Eventually she sighs, and knowing that this might not be a good idea, she
lets her thighs drop to the sides, opening her slit to her downward gaze.
With a small hitch forward of her hips, bending as far forward as she can,
and with her hands resting open on her thighs, she examines the dark thatch
of hair that partially covers the upper end of her slit. What she can see
of that slit looks much the same as always - a neat, softly curved furrow
revealing nothing of its inner secrets. She strokes the fur away from it,
checking its whole length. Nothing. Perhaps a little reddening, but its
hard to tell. Just the creamy closed labia, folding inwards, to where the
itching teases her from inside. But its hard to tell from exactly where.
She presses her fingers over the slit, hoping to ease the itch. But its
no good - like trying to scratch your back through a pillow. Her fingers 
naturally press and pull aside, opening herself in pink moistness.
This must be the closest she's ever looked at herself there, she thinks.
She's quite surprised at all the intricacies of folds and hollows, and
the delicate colouring of the various parts. Walking her fingertips over
her spread labia to get a better grip, she pulls herself more firmly open,
till the whole affair is stretched widely. '... no, nothing looks damaged,'
she thinks, 'but it sure feels irritated... and why does just looking at
it seem to make it worse?' Even now its still difficult to locate exactly
where the unsettling feelings are coming from. As though they come from
the entire area, and even inside, past the secret closed entrance to her
cunt she can see at the tail of her splayed slit.

With one free finger she gently tests the sensations from the pink
flesh-scape. Up here, at the top center it, it feels a little odd, but
doesn't hurt at all. Nor does it help the itch. Sliding down, the oddness
becomes... well, nice. Still the itch. She reaches the little bump with a
hood, and suddenly its _very_ nice to touch, but if anything, the itch
gets even worse. She keeps testing it for a few moments, torn between the
instinct to stop due to the intensity of the strange feelings and rapid
increase in the tingling itch, and some urge that makes her want to keep
pressing and rubbing the small bump. Then she gasps as her hips give an
involutary twitch, and she lifts her finger. 'That isn't helping' she
thinks. Except that now the feelings are much more like simply being horny,
so maybe there wasn't any harm done yesterday. But somehow her insides
still feel odd. Perhaps she should feel inside herself?

She had started this thinking that she'd only take a quick look, but now
its been more than a minute and she's still in the same position. Looking
up, she is reminded that the door (with a spyhole) is directly across the
room from where she is sitting splay-legged, leaning back against the wall.
Considering the spyhole and her position sends a stangely delicious shiver
up her spine, since anyone looking through would have a perfect view of
her private parts and what she is doing to them. But unless she wants to
sit on the cold hard wooden floor, and maybe get splinters, there's
nowhere else to do this. So she tells herself that she'll finish this
quickly, and its very unlikely she'll be observed.

'And anyway', she supposes, 'when someone comes in they'll see me naked.'
That leads her to thinking about what will happen then, and who it might
be. She hopes they will bring some clothes, but suspects that there is a
fair chance they won't. In fact, given what happened yesterday, she can't
help thinking that something fairly similar may well happen again today.
The absense of clothes does seem to suggest some fate of that kind.
Thinking about this as she sits looking down again at her spread snatch,
wondering what they might do with or to her, somehow multiplies the aching
itch enormously, making her cunt burn and ache something terrible. She
thinks that its colour is becomming darker too, a deep red flush spreading
through the creamy flesh.
It is becomming very hard to resist rubbing that little bump again;
hard to resist slipping a finger into her beckoning little cunt entrance
and trying for some relief of the aches inside. But the door with its
innocent little black dot keeps her too afraid to do it. Still, the thought
of being secretly watched while playing with herself is somehow intensely
exciting. She blushes when she thinks of it, but her sex flares in heat.
With a sigh of frustration she lies back on the bed and pulls the thin
covers over herself. At least she does not feel so naked this way, but
she knows that a watcher could still tell if she played with herself.
And she will eventually be told to get out of bed.

Amber lies there for what seems like hours, trying not to think about how
swollen and slippery her slit feels, and the twitching emptiness inside.
For a while she occupies herself wondering when she'll have breakfast, but
even that brings her back to thinking about having to get up, naked with
who knows who present. Oh God! Would they make her go to the dining hall
naked? Surely not! But maybe... Or would they take her back down to the
basement today, and tie her onto that squirting machine again? Oh how could
this have happened to her? Why does everyone seem to be able to get her to
do whatever they wanted, and why does it make her so excited when they do?
Why does it have to make her feel so horny _now_, thinking about it?
She'd thought of herself as a normal girl up till now. Well, apart from
playing with herself in bed at night. And those times back at home. She was
fairly sure the other girls didn't do that. At least, hardly ever. But then,
they'd sure been keen to do things to her. But maybe... maybe she really did
deserve it? No! But they'd said she'd kept them awake with her noises!
Ohhh... all those times she thought no one knew what she was doing, and they
had...! They'd been lying there, listening, knowing she was fingering her
cunt, and rubbing her clit, and coming... And now they thought she'd been
using her pencil case up her cunt all those times, and there was no way
they'd ever believe she never had... ohhhhh.... before yesterday....

By now her pulse was pounding in her head, and her sex was burning with
a painful fire. Lying there, fighting the temptation to finger herself
was becoming extremely difficult, and it was about this time that it occured
to her that they must all think she was a total sex slut. Or an animal.
An animal in heat. They'd said that, hadn't they? In the middle of the
added wave of heat this sent through her, it also occured to her that
perhaps she really was, and so there was hardly any point worrying about
being spied on while masturbating. Things couldn't get any worse.

With this thought, she sighed and spread her legs wide under the sheet,
running her hands down into her crotch. Into her inflamed sex.
"Ahhhhh... " That was what she needed! With her right hand rapidly stroking
up and down her slit, over her so sensitive bud, and her left hand
digging two then three fingers as deep as they would go into her channel,
she felt an immediate boost towards satisfaction.
After a while of this, she realised that it somehow didn't seem to be going
any further. Great, yes. Sexy, slick and rude, yes. But not actually getting
much closer to coming. Lifting her head and looking down the bedsheets, the
busy working of the mound at her crotch certainly would be obvious to any
watcher at the door. Well, let them watch! "Ohhh! Yes!" Somehow just that
thought had stepped up the pleasure in her sex, bringing her even closer
to coming. But just one step closer, and after a minute or two more, she
had come no closer. The sheet kept getting in the way and distracting her.
'Ah! So whats the use of it anyway? Not like its hiding anything!' Thinking
of lying naked, frigging herself for her possible watcher seemed just so
exciting. So she threw the covers off the bed and continued. Then turned on
her side facing the door, lifting her leg up high to spread her crotch and
give the watcher a really good view of her fingers working on her sex.
She softly speaks her fantasy to the empty room:
"Ohhh yes, yes, this is what I like to do to myself! Can you see me?
Why don't you come in and make me do things? Oh yes, if you are there...
Ohh...  so close..."

But somehow it didn't seem to be really getting her there. It was all very 
well to imagine someone watching, but she kept suspecting that if there
was anyone watching, they would long ago have burst in and would by now
be lecturing her on how bad she was. Or making her do something even more
extreme. Like sticking one of those bedposts up herself. "OOOhhhhh!!!"
That thought really made her cunny clench! How empty it feels. Oh would
they make her do that? Would they order her to stand up (she slips off the
bed, still fingering her soaking wet sex), and stands next to the post like
this to see how far up her stomach it would go... she presses herself
against the bedpost letting the pointy top indent into her soft belly.
She is facing the door, imagining her visitor has arrived, and is commanding
her to do this rude thing. Softly she answers "See how deep it would go?
Just below my navel. Do you want to see this fat thing go that far into me?
You insist? OK, yes, I'll do what you say, what else can I do?"
She imagines herself being ordered to mount the pole. Lifting up on her
toes, the tip is still a bit too high to enter her, so she puts one foot up
on the bed and lifts up higher. That does the trick. Now the end is pressing
into her moist furrow, and she rocks her hips back and forth on it,
spreading her slippery juices over it's head. Then begins to sink down.
"There, I hope you are satisfied, uhhhhhh.. you are making me do this and
it feels too huge... I'd never do something like this by myself... you
pervert.. oh oh, is that far enough? No? You want me to put both feet on the 
floor.. make me! Ow! Don't smack me... All right, all right I'll do it you
beast! Just give me a moment... ohhhh thats so huge... its so deep, so big...
so solid up me... uh... uh...  I'll have to work it in and out a bit to get
it wet all over... so it doesn't... see how it sticks and pulls my lips
in with it? Give me a moment... uh, uh, uH, UH, UH, UH, UH! AH! AH! AH! OH!
OH there! OH yes! There! UH OH Oh OH uh Uh UH There UH! uh see! See! UH!
Its uh its all uh uh uh the way, all the uh uh uh way.. .all the way.. UH!
see see! My feet, uh feet on the uh uh floor, oh gee oh GEE oh thats OH!
oh wow oh WOW! I uh OH! see what you OH made me... oh OH! so big so OH!
deep UH DEEP! oh yes yes yes yes oh I love it I love it I love it oh yes
yes, uh yes oh more oh more! uh MORE! yes yes yes I love it oh I love it,
oh more, oh in oh in! in! IN! IN! IN!..."  (Here Amber has shifted her feet
wider apart, to get an even deeper penetration, and is bouncing franticly up
and down on the impaling post. She is clasping her breasts in her palms,
twisting and clenching them, while tossing her head wildly back and forth
in time to her pile driving hip action.)
  "...IN! IN! iiiinn.. ooh! OH! AH! YES! YESSS! OHHH! YES!!! OHH GOD! OH
GOD! YES! OH WATCH! OH! SEE! SEE! YES! I'M A SLUT! A SLUT! I LOVE IT! I
LOVE IT! OH! YES! I'M.. UHHHH! I'M... UH UH! UHHH! OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!
OHHHHHHHHhhhhhh yesssSSSSSS! AHHHH! AH! OH! COMING I'M COMING! Ohhhhhhh!
YEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss!....... ohhhh....... Ahhhhh..... ....ah...
..... oh.  Oh that was sooo.... wow.  I hope you are satisfied, making me
do such awful things. Can I get off this thing now? No? Why not?..."

For a while Amber puts aside the conversation with her imaginary master,
and simply revels in the voluptuous feeling of her momentarily satiated
cunt's impalement on the massive post. It feels like a telephone pole
just got her off. She has brought her feet together again, so the intrusion
is not so extremely deep, just pretty deep. She experimentally leans her
torso back a little, tilting her hips the same way. She admires the way
this causes the bedpost to produce a distinctly phalic ridge between her
pubic mound and her belly button. It looks truly massive inside her. And
feels it. Wow. What a cool thing. She lays her hand on the bulge, pressing
around it and moulding the shape of the post inside her. Oh, that feels
great. 'Wonder how far I can really get it?' she thinks, and carefully
begins to spread her feet again to increase the penetration while holding
the 'intruder bulge' from the front of her stomach. 'ohhh...' This is
getting her turned on again. More turned on again, anyway. 'Hmmm... this
is all very well, but someone is bound to come along sooner or later.'
She eyes the door. With her standing facing it, legs wide, naked and a
bedpost up her cunt, anyone looking through the spyhole would certainly
get an eyeful. Maybe just a little bit longer before getting off it.

She feels between her legs, running her fingers around the taut flesh
where the post makes a circle of her normally neat slit. That thing sure
is spreading her open! With her other hand still moulding the bump
pressing out on her belly, she slides her lower fingers up to the little
nub of her clit. Surprisingly, even after that awesome cum it is still
hard, and responds to her touch with a wave of pleasure. Her twat clenches
spasticly on it's intruder, and suddenly she is feeling very much like
another ride. But it had better be a quick one! So she sets into her clit
with vigour, meaning to get this one done with quickly. Back to her 'master'
fantasy: "But I just came, didn't you see? Oh, so I have to do it again,
only different, huh? Like what?" (Here Amber gets carried away with her
'master' scene a bit, and it occurs to her to really set herself something 
hard to do. Not that she intends to actually obey her own imagination's
command. She continues out load.) "Ohhh you want me to frig my clit, but
not move my hips on this at all? Not even when I'm coming? Or you'll
punish me? Ohhhh I don't know.. OK OK! Don't smack me, I'll try.....
Like this huh?" She proceeds to work her clit hard while holding her body
perfectly still.. "Ohh oh wow, thats hard to do, oh...... uh....."

For a little while she is still, except for the shaking of her hand dug into 
her crotch. Her left hand still cupped over the projection of the post on
her stomach, every now and then stroking the outline, or lifting to fondle
her breasts and hardened nipples. She moans softly every now and then.
From the twitching of muscles in her thighs and buttocks, and suppressed
shivering of her hips, this stillness is not easy to maintain. Then she
is gasping: "...oooohh ohh! oh oh shit oohhh, oh I can't... ohh thats too...
uh, uhhhhh, oh fuck, oh FUCK! OH fuck IT! GOD! I've got to,... oh.. .oh
so close, oh can't stand.. oh yes..."
At this point she suddenly starts humping herself up and down on the
bedpost again. And that is when there is the brisk sound of a lock being
turned, the door opens, and Alina strides purposefully into the room,
commanding:

"AMBER!" Stop that this instant! This INSTANT! Do you HEAR ME you obscene
child?!"

                  ----------------------------

Actually, Alina had in fact come to the door half an hour earlier, but
had thought to peek through before making any noise or switching on the
passage light. She had been in time to catch Amber masturbating with the
covers on, and had watched everything since then. Except for stepping aside
when Amber had looked through the small hole - and it was lucky that Amber 
could not see into the corridor, for she would have seen Alina with her
habit hitched up around her waist, alternately fingering her slit and
jacking her rigid mega-clit. Alina had already come twice by the time
Amber got her come-on-a-stick, and she came again just after this sight.

Of course, Alina now acted like an avenging angel of decency. She reached
the flustered and near coming girl in an instant, and literally lifted her
off the post in one solid heave. To Amber it felt like half the world had
got wrenched out from her interior, leaving a massive, gaping emptyness.
Leaving her standing naked, gasping in surprise and pre-cum daze, with
a wrathful Alina glaring at her and holding her by the wrists with her
hands spread wide.

Alina> "WELL! I certainly don't need to ask you what you think you were
doing. Or how long you were doing it, since I watched the whole sordid
performance. Yes! I have been watching you since you were in bed! Some
of the twisted corners of your mind are much clearer to me now, too. So
you _like_ to be ordered to be disgusting, do you? Well, I think we may
just be able to oblige you there. But don't think you will find it so
easy to enjoy, no my little nymphette, not so easy at all. I can see that
you will be needing a _considerable_ degree of corrective attention.
As well, I believe that you may well be a suitable illustration to the
rest of the school of the dangers of immorality. A very suitable, and
very _explicit_ illustration, I expect. Ah yes! And then there's the
question of the sex-education classes. How much more convenient to have
you model for them, much better than those old texts, don't you think?
Well? Speak up girl! Can you think of any reason why we should treat
you with any shred of decorum, or allow you any form of privacy at all,
when _THIS_ is what you do with it?" At this Alina is wiping her finger
up the wet bedpost, collecting a considerable dollop of fuck juices, and
waving it under Amber's nose.

Amber, very softly> "No, Mother Alina."

Alina>"Thats _right_ child. Now just so we fully understand each other,
I shall tell you why you are in this establishment, if you didn't know. You
are here because your poor mother caught you in just this sort of behaviour,
and we are charged with curing you of it, using whatever means we consider
necessesary. Do you understand? Thats _whatever_means_necessary_! Its in the
agreement your parents signed when you entered this school, and it means we
can have you do whatever we please, regardless of how you feel about it!
Understand? You will do _anything_ we say! I want to hear you say it. Now!"

Amber is looking shaken, but with rock-hard nipples and her hips are
visibly squirming in coital movements> "I... I will do anything you say."

Alina has secretly been enjoying this all immensely, and is really only
acting. A few days ago it would have been real, but now, she is silently
praising the Lord for having given her this wonderful chance to experiment
with new and interesting ways of disciplining a perverted wanton.
All the plans she has for this girl! Why did this have to happen now, so
soon to the school's handover to the new owners. And such a straightlaced
lot too, hardly likely to appreciate the potential of this young poppet.

Alina> "Excellent! Now first, we will have a little refresher on last night's
obedience and truth lesson. Lie down on the bed. Face up. Spread your legs,
hands behind your head. Wider! More.. Thats it, hang your shins down either
side of the bed. If I see those ankles come up, you'll get a severe whipping.
Now, some questions."
Alina sits down on the bed next to Amber, and casually cups Amber's breasts,
kneeding them and tweaking her hard nipples.
"When I came in just now, you were pleasuring yourself on the post. In a
disgusting coital frenzy, in fact, and quite obviously not far from a
masturbatory climax. Now, tell me, _exactly_ how close to orgasm were you?"

Amber> "Uh I, I was... very close."
Alina> "HOW close? How soon would you have come?"
Amber> ".. Um.. maybe, um just a few seconds.. OW! Probably less than 10."
Alina had pinched Amber's nipple, to encourage detail.
Alina> "Yet now you are discovered, and in serious strife once again. Any
normal young lady, were she discovered in such a compromising state, would
be expected to experience a dramatic abatement of her ardour. Yet I see
your nipples are still very erect, and your sex still dark, swollen and...
(she dips a finger deep in Amber's cunt) very wet. Your clitoris.. (Alina
gives the button a quick, firm jiggle) appears fully distended and
responsive. Your hips move continuosly in a slow coital thrusting, and
reflexivly react to my finger stimulation. You cannot pretend you are not
still highly aroused! In fact I believe your arousal has hardly been
diminished at all by your discovery. Indeed it seems that you find this
discovery and your present embaressing situation stimulating.
Is this true?"

Amber, after a short pause> "... yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'm still nearly coming, and yes, I find this stimulating."
Alina> "So, it seems then that you are a shameless exhibitionist, as I had
begun to suspect." (...Alina pauses, considering. Then continues in a matter-
-of-fact tone, while watching Amber intently.) "Today I may have you do many
things, but in future I will have you naked as an example in classrooms with
all the other girls. I will have you on display at the front of classes and
have you masturbate to orgasm for the illumination of the class. Or more
interestingly, _nearly_ to orgasm. And there will be sex-ed practicals in
which the girls will be permitted to explore your body and all its lustfull
responses in intimate detail. How does this make you feel?"

Amber closes her eyes and writhes in a mixture of shame and raging excitement.
Her hips come up as far as she can push them, and she pants incoherently for 
some time. Alina enjoys the display too much to hurry her up, so waits
patiently till Amber manages to get control somewhat again.

Amber> "That makes me.... really horny. I, I nearly came thinking about it."
Alina> "Yes, so I see. You know you are a masochist-exhibitionist, don't you? 
Never mind, don't answer. What I'd like to hear from you now is the full
story of how your mother came to send you to this school. I already know
quite a few of the details, by the way, so don't try and leave bits out.
If you tell the story very thoroughly, I may allow you to orgasm afterwards.
But if I feel you are hiding anything, it will be a severe canning for you."

Amber sighs, and thinks for a moment> "Well, it was one afternoon at home.
Everbody was away axcept Mum and me, and Mum was having her afternoon nap.
She usually sleeps for hours. I was reading in my bedroom, and feeling a
bit horny. That year I'd started to feel horny sometimes, and discovered
cumming. So a few times I'd close the door when Mum was asleep and have a
quick cum on my fingers. It wasn't all that safe, cos twice before she'd
walked in on me and caught me doing it. The first time she made me stand up
nude and keep doing it while she smacked my bottom with a ruler. She had me
standing in front of a full length mirror, and made me watch myself doing
it while being smacked. It really hurt, but somehow it made me cum really
hard. I came so hard I fell down and kept doing it and cumming on the floor,
and Mum kept whacking me. Seemed like it went on for a long time, but was
probably only a minute or two. Then when I'd stopped cumming, she had me
stand up again facing the mirror and spread my legs. She said that was a
filthy thing to do, and this would teach me to never do it again. Then she
smacked my cunny twice really hard with the ruler, then twice on each of
my breasts. That was so painful I screamed, but.. I don't know why, but it
nearly made cum again. I was so close to cumming, so horny, but Mum didn't
know it. Or maybe she did. She made me get dressed and come and help her
cook in the kitchen. She had me peel and slice the carrots. All of them.
By the time dinner was over I was nearly crazy with the itch between my
legs, and wanted to go to bed early. But mum and dad just kept me talking
and talking till late. I think mum had told dad too, cos he seemed to think
something was funny. Then finally I got to go to bed, but boy did they have
a surprise for me! I was just getting into bed and feeling realy hot and
looking forward to a nice fingering, when mum and dad walked in. Dad
didn't say anything, but mum made me stand up and take my nightdress off.
In front of dad! I was 16 then, and I don't think dad had seen my body since
I was 7 or something. Mum made me stand and show them both the red stripes
from the ruler on my breasts. Then she had me bend over to show the ones
on my backside. With my legs wide apart! They could see everything, right
into my slit, which was dripping wet by then. There was juice running down
my legs. Then mum had me lie back on the bed, legs really wide apart, while
she and dad had a good close look at my cunny. Which was swollen up and red
like crazy from the smacks and me being so horny. It was literally dribbling
juice and my little clitty was right up there, sticking out like anything.
And my nipples were rock hard too, and I couldn't stop beathing fast.
While I was like that mum explained in detail to dad how she'd heard some
noises in my room, quietly opened the door a little, and watched me fingering
myself for several minutes. Said she wanted to be sure she wasn't mistaken,
and was too shocked to move. Then she told dad how she'd finally come in and 
made me stand up and keep doing it while she gave me the stripes. I felt
like dying as she told him how I'd had an orgasm and rolled around the
floor with it. Then dad said he wasn't sure he could believe his little girl
would do that to herself, and couldn't imagine it. And that I should show
them both now what I had been doing. Then mum was agreeing with him!
I couldn't believe it! I was so horny by then that I was hurting down
there, but I wasn't going to do that in front of my dad! No way! But then
mum got the ruler again, and started swatting it on my breasts and inside
my thighs! That hurt a lot too. I cried and screamed that I wasn't going
to do it, and tried to curl up, but my dad got some scarves and tied my
ankles out to the corners of the bed, and mum kept just kept saying 'are
you going to do as I say?' and whacking me again with the ruler. After
a while I just gave up and said 'yes, yes, just stop, I'll go it!'
So then mum says 'be sure and do it the same as before, so daddy sees
what a bad girl you are' and I knew she meant me to shove my fingers in and 
out and use my other hand on my clit. So anyway, I did. And I was so hot
I couldn't help but do it fast and twist around and all. Ohhh! They tortured
me, especially mum! They wouldn't let me stop, and she'd smack me somewhere
with the ruler if I tried to ease off. After a little while dad said he
thought mum shouldn't have encouraged me by letting me come that afternoon,
and to not let me come now. Said I was too young for that - ha! Like I
hadn't had lots of comes before then, and didn't need it! So mum would
watch me and whenever I got really close would pull my hands away. It drove
me nuts!
Well, they must have spent about an hour checking on exactly what I'd been
doing, and by that time I was begging them to let me come. Begging them.
They were getting all red in the face too, I could see, and they kept
looking at each other like that. Then dad says, 'well, I think thats enough
of a demonstration from her, and she certainly is a very naughty girl.
A very misguided naughty girl. Its clear she needs to be shown what real
sex is about, or she'll ruin her life with this masturbation. So what we'll
do is show her the real thing, eh, dear?' Mum just looked at him. Then
he told her to take her clothes off too! And she did! Right there in front
of me and him! I completely forgot I was still frigging myself, it was
such a shock to see mum standing there nude. She had such big boobs, and
they stood out so far, they made mine look tiny. Her nipples were hard too,
just like mine only even bigger. When she turned around to hang her dress
up she has such lovely curves - I'd never realised how good she still looked.
I was still staring at her when I realised I was still jamming my fingers
in my sopping slit and was again just about to come. How awfull! I was
looking at my mum and getting turned on even more.
I'd forgotten about dad for a while, then suddenly he grabbed my wrists and 
pulled my hands away from my crotch. He got me _just_ as I was about to come,
and I let out a wail and thrashed around a lot. Didn't do me any good. He
just tied my wrists to the bed-head, and left me spread out on my back
there. Then he went and gave mummy a hug and a real smoochy kiss, and
started taking off his own clothes. I wanted to look away, but would you
believe it- mum made me watch or else get another whack. So I was looking
when dad took off his long-johns. Oh my God! He had this huge big rod
sticking out between his legs, and so much hair, and this massive bag thing
hanging down underneath. It was scary! I couldn't believe it, much less
imagine what it could be for. It was so big!
Then he came over to the bed and took his rod-thing in his hand and waved
it close to my face and said 'Take a good look, daughter. This is what
gives a grown woman real pleasure. Not her fingers. Now you watch, and
remember this.' I had no idea what it was I was going to see. It was so
enormous, and had a great big fat purplish head on it, a bit like a mushroom
top, except it was shiny. And there were bulging blue veins all down the
sides, and it was so stiff - it had a bit of an upwards curve, but didn't
seem to bend at all as he waved it around in my face. Where did he keep
it in his pants? There was no way I could see that it would fit normally.
So scary, but somehow it didn't seem to help with the desperation burning
in my body. Made it worse, if anything.
Anyway, then he grabbed mummy, and sat her up on my dresser table, facing
me. Got a couple af chairs and had her rest her ankles up on their backs,
spread wide apart. I was looking straight up into her slit, and it looked
every bit as wet and swollen as mine. I remember thinking 'how come its ok
for her to be like that, but not me?' Then I stopped thinking anything as
daddy stood between her legs and put the end of his thing against her
cunny. I thought he was just going to rub it there, but suddenly it was
sliding up into her! And mummy started making really sexy moaning noises,
like I'd always felt like making but was too afraid to while I was fingering
myself in bed.
Anyway... do I have to tell you about all this bit? They did it for ages and
ages, and lots of different ways. But daddy made sure I got lots of good
views of his... his penis going right up into mummy. And pulling out all
slippery and wet with her juices, and going back in, and out, and in.
Sometimes he'd do it real fast for a while, and mummy would go crazy,
shouting and yelling all kinds of stuff. She liked it I lot, I guess.
Certainly said she was coming a lot, too. I lost count. A couple of times
he got her really worked up, then pulled out and left her hanging. Then
he'd talk to me about how real women didn't play with themselves no matter
how hot they felt. Told me men loved to see women looking hot, and how real
women would save their desires for a man, not waste them on their fingers,
alone. Said sometimes he'd keep mummy hot like that for weeks, because the
more she wanted it, the better a lover she was. Said I should save it up,
and I'd be a wonderful wife in a few years time. 'A few years!?' I thought.
But right then I felt like if I didn't get to come straight away I'd go
completely mad! Then daddy would shove his thing back up mummy, and she'd
sound so relieved, and come almost straight away. I could believe it.

Well... thats it really. That first time I got caught, they left me tied
to the bed all night, then had me get up and get dressed straight away
next morning. That day dad took my bedroom door off its frame, so I didn't
have any privacy anymore. And he took the catch off the bathroom door too,
and had some builders come and change the shower screen glass to clear.
So after that, I almost never had a chance to play with myself. They made
a point that one or other of them would often sneak up on me where ever I
was, and 'check' on me. The first couple of weeks were hell - I felt
dreadfully horny all the time. Then it started to get easier to not think
about sex for a while, and I thought maybe they were right and I'd be best
to stop even thinking about doing it. And just 'save it up'.
But it didn't last. After a couple of months the feelings started to come
back, more than ever. They just kept getting stronger and stronger! It
got to the point where my panties were getting damp all the time, and my
slit was perpetually puffed up and itchy-achy, especially inside.

I thought I'd been hiding my neediness from mum and dad, but they started
checking on me more often, somehow. So it got worse and worse. In another
week I could hardly sleep. I had to do something!
One morning I was feeling really desperate. I'd had dreams all night (like
I often did) about watching daddy's great big rod sliding in and out of
mummy, and how it made her moan and cry and come. My clit was hard like
a rock, and really aching when I got up, and I went to the bathroom just
thinking about how much I needed to come. But it wasn't safe to do it there.
So I sat down and did my wee, then pulled off some paper and wiped with it.
Somehow the feel of wiping the paper down my slit just took over. I did it
again. Then again, this time lying back against the wall with my legs spread.
And again. By now the wad of paper was pretty sodden with my juices, and
it sort of slipped in a bit as I ran it back down my slit. Ohhh, it felt
so good. So I pushed it right inside by cunt - ahhhh! Then I didn't have 
anything to wipe with, so I got another wad. Ran that up and down a few
times, then it too just sort of slipped inside. This felt really great.
I could feel them inside, a little something where it felt best. So I did
it again with another. Then another, a bigger wad this time.
Lying back, my bottom on the edge of the seat and my legs spread, I could
see lots of my slit, including my hard clit sticking up. Till then I'd
been sort of kidding myself that I was just wiping, and needed to dry
inside as well. By now I was wadding up handfulls of loo paper and packing
them up inside myself. The more I put in there, the better it felt - like
something big swelling up inside me. And the rough paper was scratching my
itch. But it was getting me so hot I forgot about everything, and pressed
a finger on my clit. After that all I remember was rubbing and rubbing
like crazy, and shoving more and more paper up myself till it felt like
I was huge inside. I guess I must have made a bit of noise for a while
too, especially when I started comming like a jet crash. I nearly blacked
out, it was so intense. I was laid back, eyes closed, one hand thrashing
my clit, the other pushing on the bulge of paper spreading my cunt lips
wide open. I guess I was probably moaning a lot too, I don't remember.
Anyway, when I calmed down and opened my eyes, there were mum _and_ dad,
standing in the open doorway, looking at me with the strangest expressions.

For a while they didn't say anything, and I didn't move. Boy, was I sprung!
Then dad asked me if I was finished on the toilet, and if so would I come
into the living room please? I nodded, and made to start pulling the paper
out of me. He said 'No, leave it.' Quite calmly, like he was asking me to
pass the salt. But I knew not to argue. So I stood up (my knees were shaking,
don't know if it was the orgasm, or fear) and followed them into the
living room. I didn't have anything on at all, and I felt very conscious
of my breasts bouncing as I walked, and my packed tight cunt.
Mum hadn't said anything at all, and seemed to want to leave it to dad.
He told me to stand in the middle of the room. I did. He said 'legs wide
apart, clasp your hands behind your neck, look straight ahead.' I did that,
and _now_ it hit me what had happened, and I felt myself blush furiously
all over. Dad told mum to see that I stayed there while he got a few things,
and left the room. Mum sat down on the couch, facing me, and sat staring
at me, silently. Or glaring. I couldn't tell what she was thinking at all.
The room was dead quiet. I could hear dad rummaging around in his study.

Ages later he came back, with a cardboard fruitbox full of things. He put
it down near me, and sharply told me to keep still when I looked down at it.
Then he got some sort of strap things out, and put them on my wrists,
buckling them tight, althought they felt comfortable enough. Then he put
two more on my ankles. Then a very wide belt around my waist, and tied
it up very tightly. Then some ropes, tied to my wrist straps, thrown over
one of the big wooden beams in the ceiling, and pulled on so I was lifted
right off my feet. Next he tied a rope to a metal ring in the front of my
belt, and put that rope over the next beam forward above us. When he pulled
that one tight, it pulled my hips forward, so I was hanging half way off
vertical. It was a very odd position - I didn't know what to do with my
legs, since they couldn't bend backwards much at my hips. But not for long.
Soon my ankle straps were roped too, and these ones went back over the beam
my arms were tied to - but widely apart. So my legs were pulled almost back 
against my front, but wide splayed. This was getting quite uncomfortable,
and definately making my pussy feel very exposed. 
Then daddy reached into the box and pulled out two full rolls of toilet
paper. Handing one to mum, he said "You've been warned about masturbation.
Yet what do we find you doing? Masturbating. Again! For that you have a
severe punishment due, and I mean severe. But first we're going to make
you wish you'd never thought of doing anything but wiping with the paper."
He had a big jar of vaseline in the box too, and started to rub it all
over between my legs. Up and down my slit, over my clit - which made me
jump - and then he went down past my slit over my shitter. He shoved his
fingers into there, and worked a heap of the vaseline into me. I was dying
from embarresment, what with mum watching me get my arse fingered, but
that and the tightness in my cunt was getting me hotter all the same.
When he used his other hand to start working more vaseline into my cunt
around the paper plug too, it had me panting and jerking even though I
desperately wanted to keep still and not let them see it was getting to
me.
Anyway, after a bit of this, dad stopped, and said to mum "Now, lets see
just how much can really fit in her. You do her backside and I'll top up
her sinful vagina." So they did. Mum would wad up a ball of paper, then
shove it up my arse. She just kept doing it, except every now and then
she'd put some more vaseline on and in my arse. Dad was doing the same
to my twat, except he started off using the handle of a hammer to pack
the paper already in me right up as far as it would go. Then he'd shove
in some more, pack that in by ramming the handle into me hard, and so on.
Every now and then he'd give the hammer to mum, and she'd shove it up my
arse.
I could feel the great fat wads of paper being pushed deeper inside my
bowel. It was getting very uncomfortable, never mind the embarasment.
Never felt anything like this before, even the biggest shit I'd ever
done didn't come near it. But it was weird - despite everything, this
was _still_ keeping me turned on like crazy. I just couldn't help it!
The only thing I remember thinking was, since it must be obvious I enjoyed
their 'punishment', why didn't they stop? Then when dad was ramming the
handle into my completely packed cunt, I came again - big time. Screaming
stuff like 'oh yes, yes, don't stop, oh mummy!'. And they didn't. Just
kept shoving it in. I knew what I was saying, and how weird it all was,
but couldn't help it, I was coming so hard. Then daddy started flicking
my clit too, and I really lost track of things. But when I came down again,
they'd actually stuffed the whole two rolls inside me! I guess the paper
shrinks a lot when it gets damp, but it sure felt like two full rolls
inside me. Really enormous.

Mum and Dad didn't say anything for a while, then Dad said that this
didn't seem to be working as a punishment, and mum said, no, it wasn't.
So they decided to cane me. Undid my ankles, turned me over in the belt
so my rear was sticking out, then tied my ankles wide apart to the couch
legs. I could guess where I was going to be caned, but sure wished they'd
take the paper out of me first. It wasn't actually coming anymore, but
being packed full like that was an awfully powerful sensation. It was
keeping me feeling very hot, even though I was trying to hide it again.
So anyway, they caned me. Quite a bit. ..."

Here Amber pauses a moment, hesitating.
Alina gives her a stern look. "Don't even think of leaving out anything,
young lady!"

"No, I... Well, it hurt a lot, and I shouted and cried a lot, but then
suddenly, I was comming again. I surprised me as much as it did them,
I guess. Daddy was doing it then, though they'd taken turns a bit. He
stopped for a moment when he realised I was shouting from... from orgasm.
Then he kept on, but slowly, only giving me another whack whenever I
started to come down again. And each one set me on fire again. I lost
track of how long this went on for, but it was a while. Maybe 10 strokes?

When that stopped, I wasn't paying much attention to anything but my rear,
which *really* hurt now. But I don't think mum and dad said anything at all,
for a long time. When I did look at them, they seemed sort of shaken, and
all red-faced. Strange, like they were frightened or something. They let
me down, and took me into the bathroom where they used the shower handspray
hose to flush the sodden paper out of my cunt, and most of it out of my
arse. Somehow even that felt good, despite my arse feeling like it was
cut to pieces. But when I looked, it was just all covered in red welts.

The weirdest thing was how I felt. Not angry or upset, or even shocked.
Somehow I felt this sort of calm, *satisfied* feeling, everywhere, but
especially in my belly. I went to bed - lying on my tummy - and fell
asleep while mummy was rubbing some cream into my caned backside.

But that was the last time I felt satisfied like that for a long time.
If I thought I'd been watched carefully before, that was nothing. Now
I hardly ever got to be alone for long, and I'd never know when someone
was going to check on me. After a few  months of it, I was going nuts
again. Really nuts. I'd dream of sneaking off, and finding something to
scratch the achey itch inside myself with.

Then one day I was in the kitchen, and thinking about the awful itch,
and noticed that there were some long, thin carrots in the vege basket.
I knew mum was reading out by the pool, so I thought I'd have time for
a quick try with the carrot. Anyway, I did try it, and it was really nice.
It made me feel weak in the knees, so I leaned against the fridge, then
closed my eyes for a moment while I slid it in and out. I was so horny,
and it felt sooo good, but somehow I couldn't quite get there.. um...
come. I guess I must have stood there for a few minutes, twisting it
around and in and out pretty fast and deep. Still no come. Then for some
reason I thought of how mum and dad had shoved the hammer handle into me,
and how they'd made me masturbate myself the time before. Well, that
really made a difference! A few moments of picturing that, and I was
coming a storm. And then I felt someone grab me by the arm. It was mum,
and my, was she livid!

So thats the story. They didn't do anything that time but send me to my
room and double their checking on me. A month later I was sent here."



A long silence. Alina studies Amber, while one finger taps against her
nose - considering. Finally: "An extraordinary tale of wanton debauchery.
Truly appalling. Yet it matches what I already knew of your details, so
I must credit you with being honest, despite my incredulity. As for what
we are to do with you...    Hmmm.... For starters, I believe the principle
of satiation, on which the water machine - remember last night? - operates, 
is basicly sound. But in your case, perhaps even one treatment a day would
be insufficient. 
Still, that takes so long to set up, and we can't be having you down there
all the time. Besides, the avoidance of solid penetration is certainly moot.
So for now, I think the natural method will suffice. We shall turn your
carnal urges upon themselves. Beginning immediately."

Alina pauses for dramatic effect, secretly savouring the sudden confusion
in the naked, spread girl. With her hands on her hips, she leans over to
bring her face closer to Amber's.  "Yes, immediately. Place your hands on
your sex. ... Now!"

Amber was not sure she heard correctly, but then hurriedly complies.

"All right, Amber, here is what you will do, until I tell you otherwise.
Remenber how your parents had you demonstrate your masturbation? Well, you
are to do that again, now. You will *vigorously* stimulate yourself, and you
will *not* stop till I say so. You will do your best to bring yourself to
orgasm as quickly as possible, and as often as possible for as long as I
say. You may not slacken your self-fingerings, even during or after orgasm,
You will attempt, by manipulation of your most sensitive anatomy, to prolong
each orgasm for as long as possible. Ensure that both your clitoris and
your vagina receive full attention. Begin now. I will observe you, and
I will punish you if I feel you are shirking, or faking any response."


Amber is stunned by this turnaround. First she is punished for doing things
to herself, then she is told to do them or be punished! Still, she can see
that she has no choice but to obey. So she begins - which is not hard,
considering that her sex is *still* burning with fire. Telling her story
(or rather the humiliation and submission of telling it) had kept her
more than warm. She jamms a couple of fingers in her cunt, and twists and
pistons them while the other hand gives her clit a rapid-fire series of
stroking rubs.
It doesn't take long before she reaches the peak that was already so close.
And there is another soon after. And another. Another. They begin to merge,
and the lucid intervals of her mind begin to narrow amongst the overload of
pleasure.


For a while, Alina admires the incredibly erotic sight of the beautiful
young teen writhing and humping lewdly on the bed. Admires, and revels in
her newfound ability to admire and become honestly aroused by such a sight
without feeling guilt. 'Aroused! She is more than aroused, she is on fire!
Her rigid little rod of a clit is almost painful in its hardness, and her
cunt is practicly dripping down her legs. What a power it is, to have a
body like this at her unlimited command! Why, she can really have the girl
do anything she pleases - anything! And she *will*. How interesting these
next few weeks shall be. What about a carrot, perhaps? Have her demonstrate
how she uses a carrot? Why, yes indeed!'

Alina> "Amber, I'm going to go outside for a moment, but I may still be
watching, do you understand? You are not to stop. When I come back I will
have you demonstrate how you used a carrot." With a lingering gaze at the
frigging girl, Alina leaves, closing and locking the door. A couple of
minutes later she is back outside the door, holding two carrots, one of
fairly ordinary carrotish dimensions, the other a real giant of carrots.
It is at least nine inches long, and at thickest, about two and a half.
Alina does not enter immediately, but peers through the spyhole. All is
in order, Amber is still pounding away at her slit, if a little less
franticly than before. Alina places her hand on the doorknob, then pauses.
'Oh why not?' she thinks, and hitches up her habit to her waist. Her loose
white panties are very clearly poked out by her special blessing of a clit,
and between her legs they are damp from her excitement. She pulls them to
one side, and slides the smaller of the carrots smoothly into her hungry
tunnel, twisting and pistoning it. 'Ahhhh...' she thinks, and leans her
forehead against the door, spying Amber through the opening. With the large
carrot still occupying her other hand, she alternates her right hand between
frigging the carrot, and stroking her stiff clit. 'Ahhh... ah... aohh....'
She has difficulty keeping her pleasure sounds down to a soft gasping, lest
Amber hear her. Then her legs loose all their strength, and she sinks to the
floor, lying down on her back and thrusting the vegetable in deeply as she
shudders in and clasps her clit in orgasm 'OOOOOh....'
She lies still for a few moments, softly massaging her cunt lips around the
carrot. Then she sighs, extracts the glistening thing and wipes it on the
inside of her habit. As she is turning over to get to her feet, she sees
the thick carrot that in her peak she had dropped into the folds of her
gown. Picking it up, a wicked thought occurs to her. She hesitates for a
moment, looking at it, then grins to herself, and brings the carrot to her
mouth and begins to nibble at it purposefully. First, she makes the root
end even pointier than it was, with a few slicing bites. Then she carefully
gouges a series of narrow grooves around it's circumference, from the sharp
end, to about half way along. Then one more groove in the middle, but about
two finger- breadths wide, and half as deep. The rest she leaves untouched.

Munching on her mouthfull of carrot and straightening her habit, she opens
the door and walks back in on Amber. Carrots in hand.
Amber is obediently continuing her masturbation, and makes a visible effort
to be more vigorous as Alina returns. Or perhaps it is simply that Alina's
return stirs her fetish anew? Alina walks matter-of-factly to her side and
says "Thats the way! Now, stop just for a moment, and listen to me."
Amber stops, though with apparent reluctance. Her hips continue to quiver
subtly.
Alina> "Now, I have here two carrots. With the smaller one, you will repeat
for me your actions that so shocked your mother. Except that this time you 
will remain on your back with your legs spread wide as you are. And also,
of course, that this time you will be continuing without pause until I
permit you to stop. One other thing - thats this larger carrot. Its purpose
is to remind you of your shame, in a manner that will persist despite the
pleasure you will be giving yourself. For this, I will insert it into your
rear, up to this groove here in the middle - you see? That will help you
hold it in. Do not let it slide out! Now, hold still while I lubricate it."

So saying, Alina presses the pointy end into Amber's soaking cunt, then
shoves it firmly in. For Amber, this sudden shafting by such a thick object,
(and one with a rough, toothmarked texture at that) is an intense sexual
shock. She cries out "Aaaaaauuugghhhhhhh..ooohhhh!" and arches her back
tightly. The point digs deep into her cervix, far inside. "Oh, does that
grate a bit? Nothing worse than grating carrot." teases Alina. "Well then,
we'd better be sure its good and slippery before we try it in back. Bear
with me a moment." Gripping the carrot top firmly, the Mother Superior
rotates it back and forth, then adds an in and out thrusting movement.
"I'm not hurting you... much... am I?" 

Amber is too sex-blasted to speak. All she can do is lie with her arms and
legs hanging limply over the bed edges, moaning in a choked stream, and
feebly tilting her pelvis, ambivalently towards or away from the stabbing.
"Well then, as you are enjoying this, I may as well continue for a while.
Tell me, which is most stimulating do you think- deep long strokes like
this.... or the quick rotations, like these?..... ...." Amber makes no
coherent reply, beyond an alteration in her panting grunts as the Alina
alternates the motions. "Uuunnh! Uuuunh! UuuuuuunnNNH!" (in and out, or)
"Eeeoooghh.. Eooooghhh! Eeeeeeoogh!" (rotation. ) Alina continues for a
few more moments, patiently. Meanwhile she occupies her other hand in
stroking and squeezing Amber's quivering breasts, the smooth soft curves
of her sensing stomach, and the rounded firmness of her hips and thighs.
Then she tries again. "No, really Amber, I insist you tell me. Which of
these has the most arousing effect on you? The deep thrusting, or the
rotation, that makes you pussy lips grip the shaft so tightly? Which one
do you prefer? Which one will make you come fastest? TELL me!" SLAP!
Alina gives Amber's left breast a sharp open handed dlap, and Amber jerks
in surprise despite her stupor.
"Ooh! Oh.. Unh.. I th.. think its.. uh the.. oh the tw...twisting...
ooonnhh  ...one oh yes.. that... like that... yes thats.... Eeeehhhh!
yes! eeeeooogh! OH! no not like... OhhH! Ohhh! Unnnngh! why...Unng! Unng!.."

Alina> "I didn't say that I'd _do_ the one you prefered, now did I? What,
do you want your Mother Superior to masturbate you to orgasm, you slutty
insatiable girl? Do you? Well DO you, punk? Well, maybe I would, or maybe
I'd punish you for even thinking it. Ask yourself, are you feeling lucky?"

Amber, as it happen, has never seen Dirty Harry, and in her present state
most likely wouldn't recall it anyway. She is hard pressed enough to sense
that Alina has asked her another question, and the intricacies of this one
are quite beyond her coitus fogged mind. "Ohhh yes.. er I.. Unngh! no.. if..
Eeeeooogh! ...eeeeoooo Unggg! what ... uunnaahhh!..."

Alina> "Indecision; thats whats wrong with the young today. Ah well, I
suppose I'll have to decide. Shall I make you come? Oh, why not. Here you
go then... enjoy." Then its a solid barage of strong, deep twistings, and
her other hand descends to rest in the young girl's splayed slit, rapidly
frigging her small but hard clit. Amber throws her head back, grimacing,
straining every muscle in her body. Her fingers and toes splay out straight,
her arched back as tight as a bow. She holds for several long moments, not
even a sound escaping her clenched teeth. Then she explodes. Screams, a
long, full-throated cry of mind-blowing pleasure. Her body's arc reverses,
now with her pubes thrust up high to receive the workings of Alina's hands.

As Amber holds her long peak, Alina's right hand continues grinding the fat
carrot in the girl's love canal. Her other dips down, smearing the liberal
slick spendings down between the soft cheeks of Amber's behind. Then, just
as Amber seems to be subsiding at last, Alina suddenly extracts the vegetable
from Amber's cunt, and retargetting it, presses it strongly into the slick
rosebud of Amber's arsehole. The effect is instant, as Amber's wail of
release cuts off in a sharp gasp. "OW! What?... Oh what are... OH!.."
She tries to pull her bottom down to the bed, but Alina has pointed the
carrot _up_ into her ring, so the other end hits the bed, effectively
driving it deeper into its nest. Amber freezes, and Alina continues to work 
the juice covered thing in, rapidly. "Just hold still, Amber. This will be
all set in a moment. Relax. It _is_ going in; you can make it easy or hard."

Amber seems to accept this. Its a shock though, to go from such a peak, to
something so unexpected and... awkward.. in an instant. She tries to let
herself open there, but its hard to do. She huffs with the effort. It feels
gigantic - and so very embarrasing to be penetrated there.

Alina> "Thats the girl, I can see you're trying. Now, just a bit more..."
By now it is nearly half way in, and Amber can certaily feel its length
inside, way up in her sensitive bowel. The roughened surface is scraping
up into her, dragging at her skin despite the lubricant of her own sex.
The she feels her sphincter close into the deep groove in the carrot, and
it feels like the thing has suddenly locked into place. Its obvious that
it will not be falling out, not unless she can relax and push. This is all
so humiliating - yet despite her massive come of just moments ago, she can 
feel that burning heat that seems to always come with such situations.

Alina> "Now, I want you to hold that in here, no matter what. If it comes
out, you'll be very sorry, understand?" Amber nods, breathlessly.
Alina> "Good. Now, one more little thing. I was intending to have you
simply continue to masturbate for the rest of the morning, but I think
now that something a bit stronger is warranted. You'd probably be perfectly
happy, lying there fingering yourself - and your 'happiness' is not our
objective here. So, if you will please stand up, for me...?"

Alina steps back, and admires the view, as the beautiful young teenager,
her skin still flushed with arousal, large breasts bobbing, belly and thighs
shiny with her copius fuck-juices, and four inches of bright orange, fat
carrot protuding from her anus, cautiously rolls over and off the bed, to
stand uncertainly beside it. Somehow standing makes her even more conscious
of her nakedness. Her hands fret, unsure what they should be doing. There
is the instinct to cover her privates, but the obvious absurdity of that 
prevents her.

"Now, you may recall what you were doing when I first entered. What were
you doing, girl?"

Amber stutters, recalling that unfortunate timing. "I.... er, I wa... uh,
oh, must I say..."  Alina fixes her with a stern glare. "uh... I was um..
f... fucking... myself... w..with the bedpost.     I'm sorry, Mother
superior, I just... it was some.. something about being in here, not..
not knowing what would hap, happen.. it just made me get sooo excited..."

"Yes, so it would seem. And you couldn't help yourself. That seems to be
your usual excuse. Though we are past excuses now. Its well established
that you are helpless in the face of your lusts, and that the problem is
of another kind altogether. In the meantime, will you be so kind as to
mount yourself on the bedpost now as before. That is what you will be
doing for the rest of the morning at least, and I have no intention of
lifting you on there myself. Come along girl, don't dilly dally!"

Amber is struck speechless once again. She gestures at the post of her
morning's experiment, in disbelief. With the turn, the carrot in her arse
brings itself to her attention as well, and she makes another, even more
disbelieving gesture behind herself, touching the vegan butt-plug as if
to say 'but surely, what about...' Alina nods "Yes, _that_ post. As I
said. And with the carrot in your rear. Now be sharp about it!" 

Amber hesitates for a long moment, grappling with the idea. Then steps
hesitantly to the post. Remembering the need, she places one foot on the
bed, and lifts herself on tiptoes to bring the tip of the wooden member
to her slit. The carrot bumps awkwardly against it, giving her a start.
She looks again at Alina, checking that this is not some sort of joke,
that will be concluded in a moment. It isn't, apparently. She sighs in
resignation, and lets herself sink down a little. The thick ovoid head
penetrates easily past her puffy, slick cunt lips, but then sticks a little
way in as her flesh reaches the dryer surface. "Haaaaaaammfff...." She
has to work herself up and down a little to spread more juice. It goes
deeper. Another jam. More jigging, and a bit of twisting side to side.
Deeper. Its so big in her. And the carrot makes it feel even larger. Her
feet still aren't flat on the floor, but now she has room to hump up and
down on it a few inches - and then her feet _are_ flat on the floor. With
an impressive amount of the thick wood pole pressing up deep into her belly.

Alina> "There, you see, no problem. Now, where were we when I interrupted?
Oh yes, you were about to come. Well then, don't let me stop you. In fact,
don't let anything stop you; do I make myself clear? This is how I want
you to continue till I stop you: you will work yourself without a break.
Don't forget to use lots of your favourite twists!"

Amber sighs, and begins.

After watching Amber jig up and down on this for a while, getting very
close to coming several times (when Alina has her stop and hold still)
Alina fetches a broomstick and some cords, and makes Amber spread her legs 
wide till she is deeply impaled, then ties her ankles to the ends of the 
broomstick. The centre is tied to the bottom of the bed leg, thus fixing
Amber on her penetrating post inescapably. She ties Amber's wrists together
at her front, then with a foot of cord from her wrists to the post just
below her where her cunt lips are tight parted around the wooden post. So
Amber can play with her clit, and touch the wood where it presses into her,
but not dismount or reach her back. In fact there is virtually nothing else
she can do with her hands but play with herself. She can also bend over
and reach between her legs to push the carrot back in if need be.

Alina then begins to spank Amber's bare bottom, saying she will stop only
when Amber is able to hold still on the post, and not touch her sex.

Of course, the spanking is making Amber jerk on her impalement, which heats
her up more, and brings her to coming very shortly. And the overload of 
sensations and the humiliation make her keep coming and coming, over and
over, grinding herself on the post and clutching at her sex with her hands.
Which of course Alina enjoys very much. She gets close to coming again
herself, and eventually declares that Amber is incorrigible, and leaves.
A short time later she returns with a blindfold and earplugs, and blindfolds
Amber, telling her that she is going to leave her like this for a while to
consider her misdeeds.
Amber worriedly pleads to be let off, and it develops that what Amber is
really concerned about is that Alina may allow other people to see Amber
in this state. And she shows clear heightening of excitement as she begs
not to be displayed to others, especially the men of the incoming staff.
Alina, knowing now about Amber's strong exhibitionist streak, plays on it,
saying that Amber has no say in who may see her, or what may happen in the
room that day. That some furniture will need to be moved in, and that
she'll probably keep Amber like this the whole day while that goes on.
As she is having this conversation with Amber, Alina has lifted the front of
her habit, and is playing with her clit, while walking around Amber, admiring
her from various angles, and stroking her soft curves with her spare hand.

At one point, Alina smiles and says softly, as if to herself "What a package
you are girl! Enough to raise any man's interest, I'm sure. A vision of
nubile feminine curvaceousness, ponographicly displayed. But one thing is
missing - we can't just post you without a stamp!" With an chuckle she
reaches into a fold of her habit, and brings out a book of postage stamps -
and proceeds to lick and stick one on each of Amber's reddened bottoms. 
Standing back to admire her little joke, she seems very amused by it.

Finally she applies the earplugs to Amber, and then loudly makes much of
leaving the room 'for some time'. But after walking noisily off down the
passage, she tiptoes back barefoot and watches for a while from the doorway,
getting even hornier as she watches Amber unable to resist hunching on the
pole.
Finally, with a wicked grin, she drops her habit at the door, softly walks
naked into the room, and stands next to the other foot bedpost. Amber is
none the wiser. Alina waves her hand in front of Amber's blindfold. Nothing.
Alina grips the post, and forcefully wobbles it. It is a heavy, solid bed
frame, and the bed does not move much. But Amber senses the bed shaking via
her own post in her cunt, and calls out "H..hello? Who's that?" Silence.
Alina keeps shaking the post slowly. Amber goes bananas, her arousal level
soaring, and developing a bright red flush over most of her body. She 
desperately tries to hold still, but fails, her humping becoming chaotic,
frantic.
Alina smiles and silently lifts herself onto her own post, facing Amber.
She fucks it slowly at first, then faster and faster, gritting her teeth
to remain silent as her climax approaches. In her cunt she can feel the bed
shaking from Amber's efforts. She comes. And comes. Three times. She jerks
her clit with her fingers and comes a fourth time. Amber still huffs and
puffs, shuddering and moaning in heat on her pole. Alina holds still and
savours the sensations of her pole being shaken in her by the girl. She
has another moderate come. Finally she lifts off it, almost too weak to
do so.
She silently leaves the room, picking up her habit as she goes. Lots to
be done today.


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