The Ross Weekend
Copyright 2001 by
Her last Friday class over, Tami bounded up the stairs to her room gleefully.
The weekend was time to herself – no grounds crew
duties, no art classes, no Chalfont. Just relaxation for her and her
Sure, she still had to be nude, but that requirement was
coming to an end, even though nobody at Campbell-Frank knew it. Three
weeks and she'd be at her summer job, fully clothed,
thank you, and with enough time and mental space to think seriously about
future. Of course, she didn't mind being undressed at
some points during the weekend – specifically when she and Rod were alone.
Couple all that with improving weather and confidence
about her upcoming final exams and she felt as good as she had since the
nightmare had begun back in September. That is,
until she saw the note on her door. "Phone Henry Ross," was all it
was signed "Wanda," with a smiley face after it.
Tami decided to call right away before her good mood got any more spoiled.
could be a simple matter, nothing to worry about. But if
Wanda was acting as Ross' messenger it seemed unlikely that Tami was going
like what she heard. Gwendolyn King, Ross'
secretary, answered with her typical coldness. Disturbingly, for once
seemed enthusiastic to assist Tami. "Certainly, Miss
Smithers, I'll put you through right away. He's been waiting for your
The girl's stomach dropped an additional six inches in the
time it took to do the transfer. If Ross was eager to speak with her
was putting a happy face on the note there was no
possibility of anything but bad news.
"Ah, Miss Smithers!," Ross said pleasantly. "Hmm, let's see. It
thirteen minutes from the end of your 2 o'clock class to get
back to your room. I suppose now that it's warm outside you can travel
more leisurely pace? Stop and smell the flowers, so to
speak?" Tami stiffened, picturing Ross watching her bent over with
planted in a bush. And she didn't miss the subtext, that
he knew her schedule by heart. This guy was like a stalker, never missing
opportunity to remind her that he was keeping track of
her. "Yes, Mr. Ross, but I called as soon as I saw the note."
and I were chatting and she was kind enough to offer to let
you know I needed to speak to you. I'll get straight to the point.
students are frequently in need of pocket money by the end of
the semester and I thought I 'd give you a chance to earn some.
Mr. Winant has
had some very good things to say about your work
with the grounds crew and frankly, my garden at home could use a bit of a
cleaning. I'll pay you $250 for your services over the
weekend, provide room and board, of course, and transport you back by 7 a.m.
Monday morning. Does that sound acceptable?"
Tami's stomach twisted at the unexpected invitation. "Uh, actually I
other plans…" "Really? Wanda informed me that your
calendar was quite clear. What other commitments do you have?"
"Uh, just, uh,
hanging out with my friends," Tami answered,
grimacing in frustration over the lameness of her answer. The experienced
cross-examiner made no response, leaving the girl to stew
and babble further information to try to extricate herself. "And I
need the money…" "Now Miss Smithers, I had hoped this
would be a friendly little business arrangement and that I wouldn't have
mention your signed agreement regarding cooperation…"
"But that's for college business and facilities," the redhead blurted.
doesn't mean I have to do work for people on a personal basis!"
"You're quite right," Ross purred. "But if you had let me finish I
told you that my home IS a college-owned facility. In fact
it is the conservatory of the old Botanical Gardens, which Campbell-Frank
been generous enough to provide for my use while I act
as General Counsel. So, with that little technicality clarified, unless
have any other objections, shall I pick you up downstairs in,
say, fifteen minutes? I figure you don't need to much time to pack."
trapped. Checkmate, Mr. Ross. Her knuckles were white
on the receiver as she muttered "Okay."
She slammed the phone down. "Shit! Shit ! Shit! Oh, God, worst
she wailed, looking around the room. She scribbled a
quick note for Jen. Old Botanical Gardens? Where the hell was
that? "I am so
dead," she said to herself. The whole weekend with
Ross? Not only having every movement scrutinized but subject to interrogation
at any moment? Rod wasn't in so she left a message
on his voicemail, praying that her voice didn't quiver too much. Ross
right. What did she need to pack? Toothpaste, toothbrush,
comb…it all fit in a sandwich bag. How humiliating was that? Stylish
women her age would be loading up luggage from Louis
Vuitton for a weekend getaway, but she could make do with something from
Ziplock. And getaway? Hardly. This was more like
capture and imprisonment!
She shuddered when she saw the retainer panties and bristle bra on her bedside
table as she rushed around the room. "I can't take
those," she told herself, realizing that they would be the biggest items
personal belongings. "I can always catch up on the
necessary orgasms in during the week. Jeez, listen to myself.
orgasms!" Tami suddenly felt tears coming on due to the
shock of the Ross offer and the reminder she had just had of how upside down
existence was. She sniffed them away and wiped
around her eyes with the back of her wrists. She wasn't going to let
win this easily!
By now, ten minutes had passed. Reluctantly, she closed the door to
and any hopes of a happy weekend and headed back
down the stairs. In the drive in front of the building was an immaculate
Town Car with fully tinted windows. It looked so sinister
that she had no doubt who it belonged to. Her own personal hearse come
her away. Sure enough, the car pulled round and the
passenger window lowered to reveal the smirking face of the college lawyer.
"Hop in," he said cheerfully. A line from Dickinson came
unbidden into Tami's head: "Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly
stopped for me…". As she entered the vehicle, a warm breeze
floated through the open window and she could hear birds twittering in the
nearby trees. Then the whirring electric motor of the
automatic window drowned out the sounds of nature and sealed the cabin of
car with a definitive thunk. Now all that could be
heard was the hiss of the air conditioner. Tami buckled the seat belt
not help but feel like a newly purchased slave in chains
next to the elegantly dressed, silver haired attorney. He pulled smoothly
from the curb and Tami felt her nipples stiffen as the
flow of cool air from the vents intensified on her.
As Ross turned out onto the street Tami looked out at the world through the
silvered glass and realized that nobody could see her
naked form inside. It was a actually a welcome change to pass pedestrians
other vehicles without them doing double takes. The
car was spotless inside, showing no sign that a human being owned it.
wrappers, no air freshener, no fuzzy dice. She was so
nervous she almost giggled at the ridiculousness of the last image.
"I see you
travel light," Ross commented, breaking the awkward
silence between the enemies and casting a glance at her baggie. "My
to take hours to get ready for anything. So your
attitude is quite refreshing. Of course, I guess any occasion is "come
are" where you're concerned!" Tami chose to ignore the
subtle jab. "Did your wife pass away?," she asked, unable to think
of any other
topic for conversation and trying to determine who
would be present at the household. "No such luck," laughed Ross coldly.
divorced me, on the grounds of "extreme mental
cruelty." Now, you don't think I'm capable of that, do you?" Tami
and Ross chuckled at her and continued. "Of course, that's
not the only thing she lied about," he said in a steely voice, his big hands
twisting around the steering wheel. "Tell me, Miss Smithers,
what do you think should be done with people who lie?"
Tami gulped. It was starting already. "Well, people might have
good reason to
lie, depending on the circumstances," she responded
softly. "You mean little white lies? Or little tanned lies, in
He looked at her sharply. "Miss Smithers, are you aware that
I was a prosecutor in the U.S. Attorney's Office for seventeen years before
came to the College? I can spot a lie no matter how
somebody chooses to… dress it up." As he emphasized the last words,
up and down her body with a condescending grin.
"No, Mr. Ross, I was not aware of your background," the spirited girl replied,
ignoring the innuendos. "I spoke to Mr. McMasters before
I borrowed you," Ross went on, lightening his tone. "He mentioned that
might be bringing particular articles of clothing. I guess
he didn't want me to be shocked by the sight of you with clothes and to let
know that this…underwear, is it…was in fact part of a
Chalfont-sanctioned investigative effort." "Um, that's correct, but
have to wear them all the time. Just for particular, um,
research periods." "I see. Well, I must say I was impressed with
Mr. McMasters expressed that his work not be interfered
with. He anticipated that you might neglect to bring the apparel or
or whatever you want to call it. He also realized that
you would be missing your regular sexual activity over the weekend.
I mean, it
seems you're quite busy, what with your boyfriend,
your lady friend, maybe a quick session with the showerhead…" Tami
paralyzed. If this old pervert was going to suggest what she
thought he was going to suggest she'd go to the college administration charging
sexual harassment and maybe even the police if he
actually tried anything. Of course, he had friends in both places.
couldn't let it happen – nothing was worth that!
Ross' voice brought her back to reality. "Open the glove compartment."
reached forward and undid the latch. Inside were an
owner's manual, a tire gauge, a brand new tube of lubricating jelly and a
white box. "Mr. McMasters was concerned that two days
without your regular level of sexual stimulation, especially on the weekend,
would skew his numbers when you actually got back to
doing research. I guess you're quite passionate in nature and a layoff
produce a record number of orgasms no matter how the
machines are calibrated." Ross discussed the intimate details of her
responsiveness with the same dispassion that he might have used
reciting workplace safety regulations. "He also thought, as did I,
strict nudist such as yourself would probably be reluctant to
take undergarments on a visit so he provided me with some instructions and
little traveling companion for you. Go ahead and open
Tami's hand shook slightly as she reached for the box. Since there
automotive explanation for lubricating jelly she assumed
that was for her, too, and made her reluctant to see what McMasters had packed.
But the box was small, about the size of what an
engagement ring would fit in. Obviously there was no monster dildo
pried off the lid and looked in at a round object a little
larger than a golf ball. "Mr. McMasters would like you to have eight
orgasms over the course of the weekend," Ross continued,
steering through a right turn. "That little device will measure your
contractions to ensure that you're not faking anything – not
that YOUR credibility would be at issue." Teddy looked numbly at the
white mechanism. "Go ahead and slip it in. Use the
lubricant if you need to." "Now?," Tami asked. "Yes. We
have a lot to get
accomplished over the weekend and there may not be a lot of
down time for you to masturbate. So as long as we've got twenty minutes
road you should use it to advantage." "B-but I'm
buckled in," she protested. "I can't reach, I mean, I'm sitting on…"
right, and I'm not going to run the risk of a ticket for having
an unrestrained front seat passenger," Ross replied. "So just put your
on the dashboard or whatever you need to do. I'm sure
you'll feel better once you get the first orgasm under your belt…so to speak."
Looking daggers at the college lawyer, who was occupied watching traffic,
jackknifed her gymnast's body to give herself some
access to her butt crack. She was strong enough to be able to keep
her knees up
under her chin as she dabbed lube on the ball and
began blindly trying to insert it. With her left hand she pulled her
and leaned over towards Ross to stretch herself wider.
The effort was not made easier by the bumping of the car over the road, and
several times the greasy orb slipped out of her fingers
entirely. "Your first task when we get home will be cleaning the car
Ross commented as he watched streaks of ointment
accumulating on the leather upholstery. Tami guided the little globe
up to her
anus again and began slowly pushing. Outside, the
hustle and bustle of a busy road went on all around without the slightest
knowledge of the intimate struggle behind the mirrored glass.
Tami made an audible cry as a schoolbus packed with kids rolled past, mere
away, and her jerk of surprise caused her left foot to
knock the rear view mirror askew. "Careful, Miss Smithers," Ross warned,
pressing a button that automatically restored the mirror to
its previous setting. "You wouldn't want to cause me to have an accident
while you're in that position. If the airbag was to detonate
now, that orgasm monitor might chip a tooth on its way out!"
The ball had seemed small in the box but Tami was now realizing that there
no advantageous dimension to insert it. The whole
diameter had to pass through her sphincter at once no matter what angle or
approach she tried. Finally she got the position and
pressure right and her body began to ingest the object like a snake swallowing
an egg. A sharp twinge announced the maximum
stretch of her anal ring, then the elastic flesh snapped closed over the
the sphere and shot it up into her rectum. She
immediately felt the need to evacuate. "Is it in?," Ross asked, glancing
and forth between her and the road. "Well, I don't see it
and I guess it's not up your sleeve, is it?" Tami rocked back and forth,
testing out the feeling of having the hard orb inside her. "That
was the worst part," Ross said. "Now we can just leave it in for the
except when you need to move your bowels." "Why?," Tami
whined, her reserve cracking for the first time. "Well, you've just
not easy to get in and out; and like I said, you may need to
squeeze orgasms in on short notice. Anyway, go ahead and have the first
Apparently the monitor beeps when it senses the right
level of contractions."
Her fingers coated with grease, Tami tentatively touched her newly shaven
This was awful. As horrible as the forced orgasms
at Chalfont were; as revolting as it had been to have herself licked to climax
in front of an audience, at least on those occasions someone
else was doing something to her. Now she could no longer be a passive
but had to take the initiative herself. And all she had to
accomplish the goal were her own fingers, which made it seem even more personal
and debasing. With Ross' eyes on traffic, she bore
down mightily on the mechanism inside her to see if it could be fooled.
was no sound. "I'm afraid you can't trick the device," Ross
said, never even glancing in her direction. "It's been calibrated with
known data that you've provided at Chalfont and will not be
activated until those parameters have been satisfied." Tami shuddered
knowledge that her biological reactions were now a
database that could be accessed for use by anyone.
"Look, I-I really don't want to do this," the shaken girl stuttered before
even realized what she was saying. "What?," Ross pounced.
"Is there something wrong? Is our committed naturist shy about a bodily
function?" "No," Tami murmured, realizing that the slick
lawyer was laying a trap. "I'm…just not into it at the moment - I'm
well." "In that case I'd be happy to have the Chalfont
staff drop by to give you a very thorough physical. I'm sure they'd
concerned about their star subject's health. But I'd hate to
see any illness-related delays in your program with Mr. McMasters meaning
you had to stick around campus after the end of the
term to complete your work with him." Ross, as usual, had all the cards.
"Well, I'll try," said Tami weakly, reaching down again. "I
thought you might," said Ross in a similar feeble tone in order to mock her.
Tami began to tentatively explore her sex organ, which responded in part
the sensation of stimulation and in part with chills of
horror straight into her stomach. Her body still instinctively reacted
situations with a burst of adrenaline. The big car's quiet
ride ensured that every sucking or slurping sound emanating from the passenger's
genitals was shared with the driver. Tami couldn't
believe how noisy the process was under these circumstances. Ross kept
her progress as she began half-heartedly pistoning her
fingers in and out of her body. "That's good, do it just like you were
Pay no attention to me. Of course, me being here means
nothing, right? And don't be shy about crying out. The Chalfont
been quite pleased with the recordings they made of your
Feeling no passion and no eagerness for the task, Tami was like one of
McMasters' machines, dully drilling in and out of herself until
the biology of an eighteen year old female in perfect health produced
inevitable result. She felt the first tingling of pleasure as
they waited at a light beside a rumbling diesel truck. The slightest
throbbing power was translated through the road and the
car's tires and into her seat. "We're only five minutes from home,"
with a contemptuous look at the toiling teen. "Are we
going to have some success over there or do I need to take the scenic route?
I'm sure you don’t want to have to start from scratch again
Tami seethed with anger at her overbearing companion. Here she was,
the most humiliating act one adult can perform in
the presence of another, and he wouldn't even let her concentrate on the
get through it. And now he was putting her under time
pressure to boot! "You better take the long way," she grumbled, as
ardor she had been able to muster faded. She began
pumping her hand yet again as Ross turned onto a gravel road. "You'll
wash the whole car, now," he announced as the powerful
V-8 kicked up dust and loose rocks. Tami heard him dimly. The
the rough surface were having an immediate and
dramatic effect on her packed pussy. "Uhh!," she moaned spontaneously.
better," said Ross. "Aah! Oh! Oh! Aaaah! Oh my
God, it's bumpy!" Tami got her left hand into the act, using her thumb
lightly stimulate her clit. Ross smiled as she began to
operate under her own power.
Tami's momentum was once again broken, however, as Ross' cellular phone rang.
"I'll get it!," he joked to the girl whose hands were
both busy working in and around her genitals. Uncertain of what to
slackened the pace of her thrusts while the lawyer chatted
on the phone. "Ross here…oh, hello, how are you…yes, I left early today,
to get the jump on some projects around the
house…You know, I'd love to, but I promised McMasters I'd look after Miss
Smithers and although that country club now admits
women, she might be a little bit much…ha-ha, yes, nineteenth hole, very
good…she's with me right now… masturbating…" he shot an
impatient look at the inactive girl and she reluctantly began in earnest again.
"Well, I spoke with Roger about that and I told him as
far as I'm concerned a consent decree is a consent decree…fine, if he wants
fight that battle tell him to bring a lunch and a wallet – a
fat wallet…UHH!…no, that was Tami…let's see, basically her right hand although
it looks like lefty's warming up in the bullpen, so to
speak…ha-ha, switch-hitter, you're in rare form today!…AAH!…As a matter of
I've had to detour down Orchard Road to give her
some rough pavement, she seems to – what do the kids say - get off on
it?…OOOOH!…Yes, well I think the potholes on Fifth Street were
just foreplay for this girl…I don't…AAAH!…I don't know what will happen first,
her coming or my suspension going!…UUH!
OMYGOD! OH!…Can you hold on for just a minute?"
Ross deliberately straddled the center of the washboard road to maximize
vibration and steadily increased speed. Tami jounced like a
rag doll under her seatbelt, unable and unwilling to use her arms to balance
herself. Abruptly, she stiffened. "OH YES!
IT'S…OH…AAH! AAAAH! AAAH!" *BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. Tami's
was shattered by an ear-splitting
electronic chirp that sounded like the alarm on a cheap digital watch.
"Wha..?," was all the baffled girl could say. She thought the
sound must somehow be connected to Ross' phone, until she came back to
consciousness enough to listen to what he was saying over it.
"Wow, piercing, isn't it? I'll bet you could hear that! That
was the orgasm
alert. I guess McMasters wasn't sure how loud it would be
once inside the body but there was no mistaking it…yeah, okay, we'll talk
later and remember to keep your left arm straight…all
right…'bye." Ross hung up and smiled at his flushed companion.
number one! See, it wasn't so bad. And lucky you, we
can get back on a main road here and be back at my place in a couple of
Tami's body chemistry was still in a jumble due to the rudely interrupted
as Ross turned up a short drive and pressed a button
in the car that opened a black wrought iron gate set in an ivy covered wall.
The elegant gate still bore the initials "CF." "Nice of them
to put his monogram up there," Tami thought to herself. "Complete Fucker."
also noticed a jarringly modern "Beware of the Dog"
sign attached to the graceful railings.
Daniel Frank had made his money in real estate and knew full well that
development would steadily spread towards the vast acreage
he had set aside on the outskirts of town for Botanical Gardens when the
was formed. The numerous hardwood trees that grew
to maturity over the years had further enhanced the value of the property
the College had begun subdividing the land in the late
1950's to developers anxious to pay high dollar for premium plots. So
that only the original Conservatory and surrounding
grounds remained in the College's possession. The money raised by the
been more than enough to establish new Gardens in
an even more remote area and provide a substantial boost to the Endowment
The thought at first had been that the
Conservatory could be converted into a residence for the Dean or that it
serve as a conference center, but it had proved too far
from campus to be convenient for either purpose. A series of emeritus
professors had occupied the estate prior to Ross negotiating the
use of it as part of his compensation package. A serious gardener, he
delighted to acquire so many exotic specimens as well as the
sprawling Victorian home. To a bouncy nineteen year-old, however, the
itself was creepy, built of the same red brick as the
perimeter wall, overgrown with ivy, and topped by a mansard roof. Coupled
the high fence and metal gate, the whole effect was
vaguely like an old-fashioned prison or insane asylum.
Ross followed the winding drive around to the back of the structure and even
Tami was impressed by the large formal garden in the
rear. "Have you studied botany, Miss Smithers?," he asked as he parked.
I've taken a class called "Stalking Wild Plants"," she
replied, "but I wouldn't consider myself an expert." "Odd, that someone
committed to natural things could be ignorant of the beauty
around her," Ross said. "Well, never mind. You'll find a bucket,
towels and so
forth over there in the outbuilding. And don't forget to
clean the interior, your seat in particular. I don't want the car smelling
an old fish sandwich."
It was all Tami could do not to spit at the heartless old cad as he dropped
final comment and let himself in to the house. The large
equipment shed, which appeared to be a former carriage house, was full of
bags of fertilizer, mulch, and soil, all meticulously
organized. Tami found everything she needed and carried it over to
The monitor in her rectum reminded her of its presence
with every step, like a stone in her shoe. Of course, it had been a
since stones in her shoe had been a problem. In fact, these
days things in her rectum were a lot more common than rocks in her sneakers
ever been. The device wasn't uncomfortable, it was
just THERE – bobbing and rolling constantly.
Ross had been considerate enough to park near the hose so she began by spraying
the Town Car down. There was a lot of dirt and she
realized with shame as she began to scrub it off with a sponge that every
of the cleaning was related to her difficulties
masturbating. The spatters of mud would not have accumulated had she
to reach climax on the main road. Nor would the
seat be such a mess had she been able to pop the monitor in and bring herself
off quickly. "What am I thinking?," she asked herself. "A
man forces me to jack off while he watches and I'm mad at myself for making
Actually, the job wasn't too bad. At least Ross was out of her face.
he was crouched behind a window someplace, getting his
jollies watching her breasts mash against the car as the small girl stretched
get to hard spots on the big sedan. She got the exterior
clean and rinsed and then opened the passenger door. A slight odor
detectable and she gritted her teeth as she remembered Ross'
remark. Still, he had all the necessary cleaning solutions and she
wiped the leather until any evidence of the lubricant
was gone. She was bent over, giving the seat a final drying when she
jumped as something cold and wet pressed against her
left buttock. She shrieked and bolted instinctively into the car, banging
elbow on the door frame in her panic. She whirled and
screamed as she was confronted by the huge head of a Rottweiler, drool dripping
off its jowls, entering the passenger compartment
behind her. The startled dog bared his teeth and growled, his stubby
quivering. Tami was trapped, unable to close the door due to
the animal's massive body. She suddenly felt immensely vulnerable.
If the dog
began biting, she had no protection. She was raw meat
from head to toe.
"Caesar! Stop that!" For once Tami was relieved to hear Ross'
voice. The dog
immediately backed off and lumbered over to its owner.
"Good heavens, what happened out here?," Ross asked, opening the driver's
door to talk to the cowering girl. "I was just…all of a
sudden…I never even heard him coming up!," Tami panted, waving her arms.
there's nothing to be afraid of. Caesar's just a big
baby, aren't you, boy," Ross cooed, rubbing the massive skull of the 170
animal. "I'm sure he was just coming over to say hello.
He loves to play with my daughter and her friends and probably wanted to
you were any fun." Tami was able to somewhat
compose herself as the dog sat obediently by his master and looked up adoringly
at him. "So your daughter lives with you?," Tami
asked, wondering if she would soon be explaining why she didn't cover her
to an eight year old and her Brownie troop. Ross
shook his head. "Not anymore. She's at school out west, sophomore
think Ceas' misses her as much as I do." Tami cautiously
backed out through the passenger side despite the dog's now-placid countenance.
Having replaced his suit coat with a cardigan,
although still wearing his tie, Ross, for a moment, seemed vaguely human.
"Well, you've done very nicely with the car. Why don't you
come in and clean up and get something to eat?"
The interior of the house was tastefully but sparingly furnished. Oriental
and mahogany furniture set off the period details of the
construction perfectly and Tami was impressed as they passed a library full
orderly shelves of leather bound volumes on their way to
the stairs. She fought back the impulse to feel safe with Ross after
rescued her from the dog. "You can use Sarah's room," he said,
gesturing towards a door on the upstairs hallway. Tami walked in to
refreshingly contemporary bedroom, replete with a television,
CD player, and Backstreet Boys posters. The only jarring note was the
which had been stripped of sheets and featured only a
plastic slipcover over the mattress. "Wanda told me how to make you
home," Ross said. "The shower is in the bathroom down
the hall, towels are in the closet."
With that, Ross was gone. Tami again fought against the feeling that
wasn't so horrible. She knew he was a master
manipulator and that being nice to her was no doubt a tactic to lower her
Tami walked down to the quaint tiled bathroom and
rinsed the dried soap and road grime off under the big shower head.
herself and again felt the incongruity of leaving the
privacy of a bathroom after bathing without getting dressed. There
was no sign
of Ross so she went back to the bedroom for a look
around. A framed school picture on top of the dresser showed a pretty
with long hair and the same distinctive aquiline nose of
her father. Impulsively, Tami pulled open a drawer and saw beautiful
carefully folded. She longingly touched one. She
would have loved to wear this soft, warm garment tonight. Pushing the
closed, she crept over to the closet and peeked inside. It
was half empty – clearly Sarah had taken a lot of her wardrobe with her to
school. But what was in there almost brought tears to
Tami's eyes. Lovely long dresses, and expensive jackets and skirts from
her favorite designers. "How the other half lives," she
thought bitterly. "No, how the other 99.999999% lives – other than
me and some
Realizing that Ross might have hidden cameras in the room to observe her
actions, Tami forced herself away from the other woman's
clothing and sat miserably on the plasticky surface of the bed. The
thought occurred to her that she could get up in the middle of
the night and dress in darkness to at least feel those wonderful clothes on
body. She drove that thought out of her head with the
image of Ross, in his robe, standing in the doorway with a flashlight bellowing
"Expelled!" Christ, in his prosecutorial zeal he'd
probably have the clothes examined for trace evidence such as hair or skin
cells, to see if she'd tried any on. No, she had to ignore the
The beeping of a microwave oven downstairs snapped her out of her reverie.
sound exactly mimicked the orgasm monitor and
gave her a chill. The damn ball was still up her ass, and still had
work to do, if she was to hit the target number of climaxes
before escaping captivity. Worse, would she always associate that ubiquitous
sound with this experience whenever she heard a car
alarm or pager going off? She was hungry, though, and the smell of
beginning to reach her room from the kitchen. She had
no desire to dine with Ross, but began to realize how her policy of nudity
her utterly under the control of her host. She had no
money, nothing to eat or drink, no transportation, and no ability to leave
foot in her present condition. Tami suddenly remembered
something she had seen on "Dateline" about police and military interrogation
techniques. Prolonged isolation and dependency on the
questioners for even basic bodily functions were standard techniques to break
people. Of course ex-prosecutor Ross would know all
about that, and her stupid "religious nudism" was playing right into his
Reluctantly, she trudged back downstairs, renewing
her vow to maintain her guard at all times.
A large chandelier hung from the ornately plastered ceiling over the long
in Ross' dining room. There were a dozen chairs, but
only two places were set, at the opposite ends. Ross was old-fashioned
to pull out her chair for her, but Tami winced visibly
upon seeing a layer of paper towel over the upholstery of the Hepplewhite
"Forgive my tactlessness but technically the furniture
is College property and I am charged with maintaining it," Ross said.
tried to take yet another unexpected humiliation in stride
as she attempted to make herself comfortable on the harsh, textured paper
the velvety cloth. On delicate china in front of her
were a salad, large steak, baked potato, and mixed vegetables. A teacup
basket of rolls had also been set out for her. Despite her
nervousness, a Pavlovian salivatory response kicked in for the girl used
dormitory meatloaf and overcooked rice. Ross walked down
to the other end where a much smaller portion of food had been set out for
"Eat heartily, my dear," he said. "I'm expecting a lot of
production out of you and I wouldn't want you straining on an empty stomach."
Tami thought she noticed a weird smirk on Ross' face
but dug in anyway. What had he done, spiked the stuff with sodium pentathol?
Well, she couldn't starve, and the food was good,
although kind of bland. The awkward formality and absurd distance between
two diners reminded Tami of a scene from "Citizen
Finally Ross spoke. "I'm curious to find out more about religious convictions,
Miss Smithers. Are you part of some formal group or is
this an individual choice?" Tami took a deep breath. Okay, the
hot lights have
just been turned on. Stay cool, girl. "Individual," she
replied. "I see, so you're not someone who, say, spends the summers
at a nudist
colony with others like yourself?" Tami stiffened
slightly at the mention of the summer. Please, God, don't let him ask
about my summer plans! "No." "Now, I've been given to
understand that this religious…conversion…didn't take place until you arrived
our College. Is that correct?" "Well, I'd thought
about it for a long time," Tami lied, "and first year at College seemed like
right opportunity to, um…" "Show the world? Well, you've
certainly succeeded there. Understandably, it's not unusual for young
experiment with their lifestyle once they go away to
school. Most are living on their own for the first time, away from
parents, no curfew, etc.. But as far as I can determine you were
quite a normal girl until the night campus security caught you running naked.
And I find it odd that your moment of revelation
occurred at precisely the same time that many other freshmen are being subjected
to initiations of one form of another; paddling,
shaving of body hair, drinking contests…forgive me if I go on but I've been
forced to become something of an expert in the field due to
the liability issues hazing presents for the College. I'm sure you
understand how a security officer might, under those
circumstances, have mistaken your solemn rite of running nude past the student
union as a more frivolous exercise in streaking?"
Tami nodded, keeping her mouth packed with food in order to minimize the
of information she had to offer. "Now, was that the
first time you'd ever exposed yourself or are there witnesses who could verify
any earlier incidents?" "That was the first time," Tami
muttered. "And how did it feel, when you were first in the presence
while nude? Embarrassing? Being arrested and processed
could hardly have been the communing with nature that you were expecting."
not the first person whose religion has subjected
them to ridicule and persecution," Tami replied strongly, looking Ross straight
in the eye. "No," the lawyer countered, "and fortunately
the kind of witch hunt mentality that would have gotten you burned at the
a few centuries ago is behind us. But history is also
replete with scoundrels who exploit religion for their own purposes.
Both as a
man of faith and as someone charged with preserving the
integrity of Campbell-Frank I'm sure you can understand my zealousness to
that you are indeed acting on genuine grounds of
conviction and not making fools of all of us." Her mouth full of baked
Tami nodded in assent. "Again, it is lucky for you that,
unlike the inquisitors of the 15th Century, we have more scientific tools
disposal. But more about that later. I don't mean to
rush you but I have some phone calls to make and I'd like you to get started
outside before dark."
Tami was surprised to see that, in her nervousness and efforts to avoid giving
more than monosyllabic responses she had gobbled
everything that had been served. She felt quite bloated as she
"I'll manage the dishes," Ross said, leading the way to the
back door. Outside it was cooler and Tami began to feel pressure in
as she and Ross walked towards the outbuilding. "Um,
I have to go to the bathroom," she said, turning to go back inside.
Number one or number two?," Ross asked. Tami stared at
him in shock. Oh, yeah, the monitor thing. "Number one," she
said with relief.
"Good, good," said Ross. "You'll have to forgive my lack
of forthrightness in some respects, Miss Smithers, but I'm sure you understand
that I'm not accustomed to dealing with someone so
open about her body as yourself. But I'm learning." Tami looked
at the man
questioningly in light of this apparent nonsequitur. "You
see, my azalea needs soil that is maintained at a particular acidity, and
the experts in our agricultural department told me that
that certain female hormones, such as estrogen, have been proven to provide
boost to flowering plants. He suggested that a woman's
urine might be an ideal springtime supplement to produce prize-winning blooms."
Tami's face wrinkled in disgust. "You want me to
collect my…urine for your plant?" "No, no need for that, given your
as I was just saying. You can just go ahead and relieve
yourself directly into the flowerbed. Come, I'll show you."
As they walked along the groomed gravel path, Tami thought desperately about
some way to derail Ross' plan. But having fought so
hard to establish herself as someone with no need for modesty or privacy she
could hardly protest now. "It's a test," she rationalized to
herself, squeezing her hands into fists. "Like a drug screening or
She was further shocked by the size of the plant when
the arrived in front of it. More like a small bush, its woody branches
all the way out to the path itself. "I'm afraid you'll have to
push yourself in a little in order to get close the base of the plant," Ross
instructed. He walked around to the side to observe as the
pretty girl trepidatiously insinuated herself amongst the budding foliage.
kept encouraging her to get further in. The pressure of
the resilient branches against her forced her to hold on to the bush with
hands as she spread her legs and tilted her pelvis in order
to direct the spray towards the trunk. And then, nothing. She
knowing that Ross was standing, arms folded, just outside of
splashing range. "Is there a problem?," he asked of the girl, who appeared
all intents to be performing an acrobatic sex act with the
shrub, "Bashfulness is the last thing I expected of you." "No, I guess
don't have to go that bad," Tami fibbed, realizing miserably
that putting the task off would neither get her out of it nor make it any
the next time. Her bladder was now insistent upon
release but a modesty-preserving muscle somewhere along the urethra remained
Half engulfed in the fragrant plant, doing a back-breaking limbo to position
pee hole properly, Tami felt a wave of utter despair. Of
course her body resisted urinating in front of an audience, let alone the
awful man she'd ever met. She was being asked to revert
to a pre-diaper trained state of existence where she simply let go whenever
urge struck her. And every second that passed without
piss made her tighten up that much more, since there was no explanation for
reluctance other than stage fright. She squeezed her
trained abdominals in every conceivable combination before she heard an
unexpected spattering on the ground. Then she cut loose a
torrent that gleamed gold in the setting sunlight. Gasping with both
shame, and now unable to control the flow, she flooded
the flowerbed before she was able to stagger away and examine the minor
scratches the plant had left on her. "Guess you did have to
go, after all," Ross observed skeptically as Tami stood, legs apart, letting
last drips fall on the path rather than run down her
thighs. She realized he'd won this one, despite the fact that she had
ultimately degraded herself as requested. "Still, it's nice to see
someone other than Caesar lifting their leg on my ornamental plantings.
speaking of my canine companion's outdoor activities,
your next job involves a shovel, a big garbage bag and a strong stomach.
need detailed instructions for this little task as well?
Good. Report to me when you're done."
The yard was heavily dotted with the droppings of the massive dog. Tami
revolted as she cleaned up pile after pile. Darkness was
setting in by the time she got down to the bottom of the garden, which featured
a pond. Tami was now glad that Caesar's stools were so
large since it meant she could avoid stepping on them in the twilight.
Unbeknownst to her, however, her bare body was drawing the
attention of other admirers. A swarm of mosquitoes, freshly hatched
stagnant water, were not so much excited by her
appearance but by her undefended expanse of skin. After successfully
half a dozen of the pests Tami decided it was useless
and trudged back to the shed to look for some repellent. There was
She could see Ross through the window of the study,
sitting at his desk reading. She went in. "Excuse me, but you've
got a major
mosquito problem down there. Would you mind giving me
some repellent?" Ross looked up quizzically. "I'm sorry, Miss
thought your religion dictated that your skin not be covered.
Am I incorrect?" "Well, not with clothes," the young nude replied, "but
doesn't mean I can't use some bug spray to avoid being
eaten alive!" "I don't see the difference. It's a layer of artificial
on your God-given skin, is it not?" "Well…yes and no. I mean,
it goes on clear, so it's not like it's covering anything up!" "Miss
I thought there was more to your system of belief than
merely flaunting your ability to jiggle in front of the eyes of others.
Something more than skin-deep, shall we say? If you can put on a
layer of transparent insect repellent, why not a see-through blouse?"
but – it's a health issue! You can't expect me just to stay
out there getting bitten!" "Hmm, and I wonder what a doctor would say
going outside in subzero temperatures without so much
as shoes on? Risking your well-being didn't seem to matter then."
stomach churned. She hadn't expected this simple request to
turn into another opportunity for Ross to expose her. Tears of frustration
welled. He was right. She turned and stomped back out.
Tami had only a few more minutes of work to do to clean up the remaining stools
but her workrate was being slowed by the need to
continually constantly swat bugs. Her body was quickly becoming covered
her own red handprints and crushed insect carcasses.
And for every one she killed, another two were able to feed successfully.
turned on the big outside light and cracked open the
French doors in order to watch and listen to the spectacle of self-flagellation
from the comfort of his wing chair. The voracious
mosquitoes had total access to the girl and she was unable to defend herself
against attack in some areas, such as between her
shoulderblades. Otherwise she danced an energetic if somewhat erratic
the beat established by the slapping of her palms against
Finally the work was done and Tami ran for the residence, a horde of mosquitoes
hard on her heels. Ross chuckled at the sight of the
athletic girl speeding for his house, knowing how much she must loathe being
there, and especially knowing that if she was aware of
what else was in store for her she would keep running until she was back
dorm. Even the hard-bitten lawyer was moved when he
got a good look at the hard-bitten girl under indoor lights. She had
dozens of successful assaults and her skin was dotted with
fast-rising red lumps and spots of blood from the squashed insects.
bore clear evidence that it had been a battleground;
decorated with the corpses of many members of the family Culcidae and plenty
visible marks illustrating her increasingly desperate
and angry swatting. Even worse, the earliest bites were already beginning
itch. She knew now that she could not ask Ross for any
kind of topical cream to alleviate the agony that would soon encompass her
body. "Okay, finished," the winded girl panted. "I
hope you're happy." "Well, I'll need to check your work in the morning,"
replied. "I hope now you're beginning to see that the Lord
might have been wise when he told Adam and Eve to cover their nakedness.
if modesty and cold are not an issues for you God
has other means of reminding you of his dictates."
Tami reeled, not entirely from the exertion of sprinting flat out for the
Was this guy a religious fanatic? What was next, a
plague of locusts? "Anyway," Ross continued, "it looks like you need
again and then straight to bed. You'll need your rest for
tomorrow." Tami was glad for the opportunity to rinse herself clean
of the bug
bodies and blood but she was now beginning to itch
fiercely. And go to bed? It was 8 o'clock! Technically Ross
was her employer,
could he dictate bedtime? On the other hand, she wasn't
exactly in the mood to sit around and watch arena football with him.
The shower felt good but the rough towel was like sandpaper on her sensitized
skin. In a thoroughly foul mood, she slouched back to
her room. To her surprise, Ross was there, and had moved a chair from
vanity over next to the bed. "Can't let Mr. McMasters
down, now can we?," he said. "You'll need another orgasm to keep yourself
track. I'll just have a seat here so I don't miss the sound
of the monitor when you activate it." He patted the bed to indicate
wanted her. Tami groaned to herself. No doubt he could
have heard the obnoxious monitor anywhere downstairs if he had been so inclined.
And what kind of sicko watches a girl his
daughter's age masturbate, not only in her room but right on her own bed?
Tami lay down gingerly and immediately shuddered at the feeling of the cold
plastic against her still-damp skin, pockmarked with
swelling bites. Could she possibly bring herself off under these conditions?
Her pussy was still moist from the shower and she began
the slow process of stimulating it, wincing as each movement sent stabs of
wherever her body contacted the mattress. To her
dismay, there were several nasty bites right on her outer lips and she had
try to do her best to work around them. For at least the
first five minutes, as Tami attempted to position herself in the least
uncomfortable position to get the job done, the balance of pleasure
and pain was about equal and she was made no progress towards setting off
alarm. Ross, who had been watching with keen interest
as the girl explored her injured flesh, sat back with his arms crossed and
sighed. "Does it normally take this long?," he asked, looking at
his watch. Tami's temper flared. No, typically on a Friday night
she would be
all over Rod, coming multiple times as he slammed into
her. Instead, she was flying solo under the scrutiny of her worst enemy,
itching like crazy, beginning to sweat lightly from stress and
exertion, and sticking even more to the horrible plastic, which pulled at
wounds like a bandage being removed. "I find this inability
to perform most curious," Ross continued. "Can you offer any explanation?"
"Look, I'm sore, I'm tired, and having you sitting there
criticizing doesn't exactly set the mood," Tami snapped back. "Merely
observation, Miss Smithers," Ross said coolly. "We're now,
let's see, six minutes in and your nipples aren't even erect. I hadn't
that washing a car and some poop scooping would so fully
exhaust a girl of your physical capacities but I must admit I'm most interested
in exploring your limits. I'm also noting your lack of
vocal response – quite disappointing in light of the Chalfont data.
McMasters and I need to have a discussion to see if
there could be any reason, other than, shall we say modesty, that is keeping
from performing at your peak. In any event,
Tami's stomach churned. Once again she was degrading herself per Ross'
but somehow still losing ground in the process. It
was bad enough that the thoroughly prepared lawyer treated her signs of sexual
arousal as common knowledge; but even worse that
her body was betraying her. And that damned ball ensured that no fakery
take place. By ingeniously putting her in difficult
circumstances, whether strapped into a moving car or flat on her badly bitten
back against unforgiving plastic, Ross increased the
physical and psychological pressure on her at the very time she needed to
relaxed and comfortable to do the job properly. Nor did it
help that while she was working she was being gazed on by Ross' face on her
and the large photo of his daughter atop the dresser to
her right. Tami naturally avoided eye contact with the attorney but
to her right brought her under the smiling view of
Sarah's senior portrait. Tami could not help but think about what the
was doing "out west" at the same time that she was
struggling to produce an orgasm for her father. Probably getting ready
out to dinner with a date or some friends, top down on her
BMW convertible, drinks and dancing afterwards. Well, Tami certainly
top down, but little else in common. No, she was busy
thrusting two fingers into her one-time private area at an awkward angle
avoid irritating the nasty mosquito bites on her labia.
Tami began to realize that she was feeling a tingle looking at the lovely
blonde with the dreamy expression in her eyes. Was it
just the eight minutes of dutiful fingerwork or was something else happening?
In any event, she was determined to ride the feeling.
Picking up momentum, her hips began to buck and she started her trademark
Take that, Ross, I'm jerking off to your little
girl! I bet she'll be getting fucked tonight! Tami's mind drifted
and she was
in a provocative club outfit, tight pants and halter top.
Sarah was in front of her, dressed in a short skirt and baby doll t-shirt.
hot blonde's big blue eyes were locked to hers as they
danced to the throbbing techno music. Guys were all around, some pretending
to look as their less-attractive dates tried to keep
their attention; some openly ogling as if they were at a strip joint.
braless, and her nipples showed clearly through the white
cotton. They drew together spontaneously, and began rubbing tight curves
against each other. Sarah's tongue flicked in her ear. "Oh,
God!" An elegantly manicured hand slipped between her legs and cupped
crotch. "YES! YES!" Sweat was pouring, nipples like
rocks, pulsating beat.
Ross watched with interest. The girl's eyes had gone catatonic, flat
looking off to her right. Her lower body was twitching as
if electricity was coursing though it. As her backside rose and slammed
onto the mattress Ross could see that it was beginning to
look like a pepperoni pizza, covered with large red circles around each of
many bites. Still, she seemed oblivious, overtaken by the
power of her own sensuality.
The whole length of Sarah was pressed against her now, grinding pelvis to
pelvis. Long blonde hair was plastering itself to her face,
getting in her mouth as she panted with desire. She smelled perfume,
expensive wine. A wet, sloppy kiss, Sarah cradling her
face in both hands as their tongues swirled together. Hot breath down
tickling her cleavage. The long-limbed hottie was
trying to get her off now, her lean thigh directly between Tami's legs, both
hands gripping Tami's butt, rubbing up, pushing down,
rubbing up, pushing down, Ameritech up 3/8, Oracle down a quarter. Tami
back to reality. Ross had flicked the TV on and
was watching the business report! Too late. She had passed the
point of no
return, but the abrupt shock killed her momentum. "UHH!
UHH!" *BEEP*BEEP. The magnificent orgasm that had been building died
"Well, I've never seen anyone act that way in response to an upturn in soybean
futures," Ross chuckled. "You seemed to be preoccupied
and I wanted to check my investments – I'm sure you didn't mind." The
nude looked at him dully, cheeks flushed and lips
engorged. "You weren't lying about your physical condition, though.
contractions, that's pretty weak." Tami's eyes rolled
back as she realized the device not only detected orgasm but reported its
intensity. Did anyone care about leaving her a shred of
dignity? No, of course not, that's what this was all about.
Ross stood up and clicked off the TV. "Well, goodnight. We'll
bright and early tomorrow so you'll need your rest." With that
he turned off the light and left the room, leaving the door open behind him.
Daylight still filtered in through the curtains. The plastic
was now soaked with sweat and its slightly rough texture had played hell
the tender skin on her back, although she hadn't
realized it during her sexual frenzy. She turned on her side, but all
feel were the bites, pressing against her like dozens of
dull pencils. She tossed and turned in physical and mental misery until
after darkness set in.
Tami was awakened by a sharp knock on the open door. It was Saturday
and there was Ross, in slacks, and a collared shirt
and tie. The underslept girl raised her head to look at him then let
back on the bed with a groan. She had no covers to pull over
her head, no pillow to bury her face in. "Rise and shine, Miss Smithers,"
boomed. The tired girl raised herself to a seated position
and rubbed her eyes. There was something perversely paternalistic about
scene – a sleepyheaded teen being rousted out of bed.
But this teen was not wearing the requisite long t-shirt and sweatpants.
she was nude, covered in insect bites, and had a orgasm
tracker shoved up her ass.
Yawning, she brushed past Ross and headed for the bathroom. Halfway
voice froze her. "Are you going to urinate?" Tami
looked back, as memories of yesterday returned. "I have some thirsty
rhododendrons at the side of the house that could no doubt
benefit from your attention. Please take care of them then come in
The ball ground around in her rectum as she descended the stairs, her bladder
starting to hurt from the delayed relief. Her already
grumpy mood was worsened by the realization that not only were her intimate
organs subject to the control of others, so was the
disposition of her waste. Ross had followed her and walked to the back
where Caesar was already eagerly waiting. Tami felt
renewed shame as the lawyer undid the deadbolt and let the two of them out
the backyard to do their business. "Glorious morning,
isn't it," Ross said, stretching in the sunshine. It was still chilly
to anyone without clothes, however, and Tami felt an
additional twinge in her bladder as she shivered.
Again she was forced to do an awkward limbo under the watchful eye of her
order to get close to the plant. This time she
crabwalked in as far as she could then opened up. Twelve hours worth
began to arc through the air and splash noisily in the
foliage. "Okay, that's plenty for that one," Ross said, and Tami struggled
stop the flow. He moved her along and repeated the
performance on three separate plants before her stream dwindled into a trickle
down her ass. She regained her feet and her composure
as best she could under the circumstances and followed her host in for
breakfast. Again, a large amount of food had been laid out for
her – eggs, pancakes, sausage, fruit and orange juice. She ate greedily,
food was her only source of comfort and she figured she
would need the energy for the day's work ahead. A full mouth also meant
need to talk to Ross, although the lawyer seemed not to
be in the mood for conversation as he quickly ate toast and coffee while
the morning paper. Already they were behaving like
an old married couple, Tami thought with astonishment.
When she'd finished, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin. Ross regarded
over the business section. "Very well, Miss Smithers.
You're due for another masturbation session. On that topic, I spoke
McMasters last night after you'd retired to express my
concern over your difficulties achieving orgasm. It seems that I owe
apology. McMasters reminded me that your masturbation
always involved objects and that you were never expected to merely finger
yourself to climax. I'm afraid I don't have any of the
advanced sexual devices they use at Chalfont around here but Nev was good
to give me a list of reasonable substitutes
available in the average household. Among those items were both sausage,
I still see one of on your plate, and bananas, which
you may take your choice of from the fruit basket." Ross picked up his plate
Tami tentatively lifted a sausage to examine it. It was
small and not terribly firm. Tami tested the least ripe banana from
and the firm fruit was clearly a better choice for the job.
With her fingers still greasy from the sausage, she struggled to break it
and wound up coating it with a shiny layer of animal fat.
"Fine," she thought, that'll make life easier." She looked at Ross
questioningly with the large fruit in her hand. "Not in here.
afford wet spots on the furniture or rug. Come with me into the kitchen."
followed her host, who began loading the dishwasher.
The room in the old house was rather cramped and she couldn't decide the
place and position to do the job. "Lie on the floor," Ross
said offhandedly. "The tile will be easy to wipe up."
Tami again found herself on a cold, unforgiving surface as she took on the
miserable task. To limit the pain from the bug bites on her
back, she sat, leaning back and supporting herself on her left hand. The
penetrated her easily, and with Ross occupied, she
quickly built up a good pace. Maybe she would have an easy time for
closed her eyes to concentrate on getting through it,
but was immediately distracted by a puff of hot air on her intimate organs.
Looking down, she saw Caesar, sniffing enthusiastically.
"Get away!," she shouted, and the startled animal stepped back. "Mr.
he have to be in here while I do this?" "Caesar pretty
much comes and goes as he pleases," the lawyer replied. "Do you need
to go out,
boy?" Caesar responded by ignoring him and again
circling the masturbating girl, panting loudly. "Oh well," Ross shrugged.
"Remember, he lives here. You're just a guest." Yeah,
thanks for the five star accommodations, Tami thought.
Caesar's sensitive nose had detected the trace of meat smell on the banana
he continued to monitor the situation closely. From her
perspective on the floor, Tami was treated to abundant views of the big dog's
bulging scrotum as he sniffed around her excitedly. Ross
had once again made the simple act of self-pleasuring complicated. But
banana was surprisingly effective, despite the discomfort of
the floor and the distraction of the attentive hound. Tami watched
warily as orgasm began to build. "If he so much as puts his
nose down there…," she told herself. But the homely canine had settled
albeit inches away from her parted legs, licking his
chops. The smell of food was his sole consideration but from Tami's
it was hard not to think of him getting a closeup view of
her intimate activity. Despite that, a nice powerful orgasm was on
"AAH! AAH! AAH!
"Well now, that was better," Ross said. "I'm not sure if it was due
equipment or the larger audience. In any event, back to
business. There is plenty of weeding and trimming to do out there.
show you where to begin?" Standing up, still woozy from
her climax, she felt an uncomfortable fullness in her stomach. All
the food and
juice were having their effect. Ross strode over to the
rear door. "Um, Mr. Ross, before we start, I need to use the toilet
really…*DING DONG*. The loud doorbell made Tami jump, and it
took her an instant to realize it was not her orgasm monitor going off again.
"Oh, that must be my foursome," Ross said, brushing past
on his way to the front door. "Wait here." Tami cringed.
Was there any doubt
she would be meeting Ross' golfing buddies? She felt a
moment of relief as she heard loud male voices booming in the hallway, that
hadn't arrived while she was masturbating. The
feeling of triumph vanished, however, as she felt a strong stab of pain in
belly. She kicked herself mentally for telling Ross she
needed to defecate. If he was leaving to golf, she could have taken
care of it
privately. God knows what might happen now!
Another contraction made her grasp the counter. What about the damn
ball in her
butt? It had to come out first. The voices were
coming closer and a cold sweat broke out on the young nude, more due to
discomfort than the pending embarrassment. Sure enough,
three beefy, grayhaired men entered the room behind her host. Their
checked pants, fluorescent shirts and goofy tams seemed
to mock the conspicuously underdressed teenager. "This is Miss Smithers,
nude student," Ross said by means of introduction,
casually tossing in the defining adjective. "She's helping keep the
The men chuckled and Tami wondered if the perpetually
dour Ross was intentionally joking. "This is Mr. Weaver, Mr. Gill,
Schrader. Gentlemen, I think we have plenty of time, so
give me a couple minutes to get her started outside." The courtly men,
captains of industry all, each insisted on shaking her
hand. Tami bared her teeth in response to their smiles but it was more
grimace than a grin. Her stomach was beginning to boil.
Ross led the way outside, and Tami was not surprised that the other men lined
behind her pink, somewhat pocked bottom, and
followed. "Miss Smithers, were you saying something to me just now?,"
asked. "Uh…no," Tami said hurriedly. "Just point out
what you want done." The classic interrogator, Ross slowed in response
subject's obvious haste to change the subject. "Miss
Smithers, I'll be gone for four or five hours. I thought I heard you
something about the bathroom." "No, nothing," Tami lied,
flashing her biggest smile at the assembled group. "Miss Smithers,"
lowering his voice as if to be conspiratorial but not
nearly enough that the other men couldn't hear clearly, "if you need to move
your bowels your monitor must be removed first. Mr.
McMasters gave me a device that will maximize your comfort during the process
and minimize the risk of damage to the equipment.
Shall I do that now?" A strong pang made Tami wince visibly. She
five hours. "Yes, please," she gasped.
Ross strolled deliberately back into the house, leaving the young nude to
with three strangers while enduring increasing internal
distress. Since Ross had not asked her to come with him she began to
get a bad
omen about where and how the removal procedure
would take place. Her need for relief from the physical suffering was
increasingly overshadowing modesty, however. After a moment's
awkward silence, Mr. Schrader wandered back up the driveway, but Mr. Gill,
grandfatherly type, took a step closer to Tami. "Those
are some nasty looking sores, young lady," he said, giving her a thorough
once-over through his bifocals. "Oh, they're nothing," Tami
said with forced gaiety, "just something us nature girls have to endure!"
Nature girls? Where had that come from? God, this
experience was bad enough with turning her into a dork as well!
The kindly old man was no more than a foot away when the strongest contraction
yet hit. Tami reflexively folded her arms over her
midsection and crouched slightly. A bead of sweat began to trickle down
forehead. "You don't look well, dear," the man said.
"Just…gotta go to the bathroom real bad," Tami wheezed. Her eyes bulged
response to another contraction. "Well, I don't
understand. Why can't you just go inside and relieve yourself?"
face showed real concern. "Are you doing all this as some
kind of penance or something?" "No," Tami gasped. "It's just
experiment." Where the hell was Ross? She was really in no
mood or condition to regale the visitors with all the humiliating details
had brought her to this point. Yet another twist of her
bowels brought a sharp intake of breath and the involuntary flexing of her
knee up to her chest.
From the corner of her eye she saw Schrader returning, with a golf bag over
shoulder. He dumped a handful of balls on the grass,
which got Caesar's attention, and the big dog began gamboling about as the
selected an iron and began taking practice swings.
As Schrader chipped balls, the Rottweiler enthusiastically retrieved them.
other men, seeing that they could do little for the
suffering girl, wandered over and helped themselves to clubs as well.
contrasts could hardly have been more incongruous.
Wealthy retirees warming up for golf in a vast garden while their stark naked
eighteen year old companion desperately awaited the
unplugging of her anus in order to perform a massive defecation. Finally
emerged with something in his hand.
"For a second I thought I'd left this in the office," he laughed, clicking
device, which looked like a short set of barbeque tongs.
"Wouldn't that have been a disaster!" Ross beckoned Tami over to a
table, and, naturally curious, the other men
wandered over, clubs still in hand. Ross patted the table; the same
he'd used to direct her into bed last night, and she
reluctantly waddled over to meet her fate. "On your back please."
down, knees bent , and felt a new wave of pain as the
pressure in her intestines shifted. She knew full well what view was
offered under the direct sunlight of a cloudless sky, but
nobody made an effort to raise the umbrella shade that rose from the center
the table. When nothing happened at first, she looked
down the length of her body at the assembled men. Ross had unfolded
a piece of
paper, evidently directions, and was peering at it
through his spectacles. "Okay, so I…twist this handle and then this
as a suction device," he muttered to himself. The other
men, looking over his shoulder, murmured tentative assent.
"All right, Miss Smithers, we'll need your bottom straight up in the air."
Tami's abdomen protested sharply as she pulled her knees
back to achieve the desired result. Her stomach gurgled and she began
like a volcano about to blow. She shuddered
involuntarily. "Gents, do you think you could steady her?" Irons
were put down
and Tami's legs were grabbed. Everyone now had a
view from the edge of her seat. Tami whimpered and clutched the sides
table. Ross had put her in the worst possible position
considering her condition but she could hardly protest. She just wanted
get the job done fast. She got a better look at the device
as it was poised between her legs. Between the arms of the tongs there
corkscrew type device that ended in a suction cup. Ross
very deliberately began inserting the metal pincers in the closed position.
would have thought that Tami would ever submitted to
Ross penetrating her; and worse yet, who would have believed that it would
all of her will not to beg him to hurry? After a
moment, Tami felt the tips of the arms contact the ball and begin pushing
further in, increasing the pressure. "I think we're there,"
Ross observed. Sweat was now running freely off Tami's brow and trickling
her hair and ears. Ross began turning the corkscrew
and Tami felt the tongs opening inside her. A draft of fresh air entered
Her internal flesh had swelled in reaction to the long term presence of a
foreign object and Ross struggled to get the gripping parts of
the tongs around the ball, which was now visible through her stretched anus.
His careful efforts were only causing the monitor to get
further embedded. The other men craned their necks to get better views
problem and offer advice, creating a scene reminiscent
of a group of shade-tree mechanics kibitzing under the raised hood of a '57
Ford. The wood slats were now really digging into Tami's
back and shoulders, precisely where the mosquitoes had found particularly
hunting. "Couldn't she push it up a little?," Mr.
Weaver suggested. "Well, I don't want this thing shooting out of there
cannonball," Ross replied. "It's a $5000 piece of
equipment, one of a kind, and obviously highly pressure sensitive. If
it onto the patio the circuitry will get scrambled for sure.
Remember, not only solid waste but whatever gas she's built up in the past
has all been trapped in there." "We could aim her at
something soft," Gill offered. "Gee, I shoulda brought my catcher's
Weaver joked. "We can use my ball retriever," chuckled
Schrader. Tami's head fell to the side and she began to pant, directly
face of the inquisitive Caesar, who was also panting,
tongue lolling. She snapped her head back upright. "If you've
got the tongs in
there," Gill began, "she can't shoot the ball past 'em."
He turned to Tami and patted her shoulder. "All right, girlie, push
easy." Now the setting felt like a delivery room, with the
bloated young lady receiving encouragement from every side.
Tami's already red face turned crimson as she bore down. As she forced
forward, Ross eased the grasping parts of the tongs
down her intestinal tubing and into the correct position. Then he turned
handle and the suction cup took hold. Using two hands,
he began to withdraw the device. Tami remembered the pain of the maximum
stretch of her anus when she'd put the ball in. Now it
was coming out with the thickness of the tongs added to it. She had
in control of the pace of insertion, but now Ross had
command of the situation. He was being quite gentle, but that was prolonging
the process. Her engorged anus began to stretch
obscenely as the equipment was slowly pulled through. She squeezed her
shut and dug her fingernails in. For a moment it felt
like a red hot poker being applied, and then it was over. Ross stood
triumphant, a rare grin on his face, holding the orb in the device
like a prize pearl that had just been extracted from an oyster, while his
colleagues congratulated him. "Henry, you certainly drove that
hole impressively," laughed Schrader, who seemed to be the jokester of the
Temporarily forgotten by the golfers, Tami uncoiled herself from the awkward
posture and sat up. Her anus was her own again, albeit
temporarily, but her feeling of mastery over her own body was being compromised
by what felt like a runaway freight train working its
way through her lower abdomen. She got on her feet, staggering slightly,
the men caught her by the arms. Ross swished the
monitor in some kind of cleaning solution and began detaching it from the
"Just over there, in the roses," he said
conversationally to the men supporting Tami as he carefully put the monitor
clean cloth on the table. The men led her in the
opposite direction from the house and she began to protest. "No, please,
got to go to the toilet!" "Miss Smithers," said Ross, who had
caught up to the group slowed by the mincing steps of the tottering girl,
determined to win first place in the Rose Show this year.
And all of that good organic material that is inside of you at the moment
going to help. Your meals have been carefully balanced to
produce the exact nutrients my Hybrid Eglanteria need. So if you would
kind as to…," he swept his hand towards the immaculate
rosebed. "You mean you want me to…," Tami winced as her stomach contents
reorganized themselves and a mass of material
stampeded for the exit. Ross nodded. In her discomfort Tami was
still able to
see the bitter irony of her having to actually perform an
act that the genteel attorney could not even bring himself to verbalize.
biology now had greater control of the situation than rules
of etiquette regarding polite conversational topics. Tami doubted she
make it to the house anyway. Ross took a moment to
position her, her feet sinking into the soft earth. Surprisingly, he
back to the group, but Tami quickly realized that the
humiliation would be greater viewing the event directly rather than looking
her eyes as the activity occurred behind her.
Squatting down, surrounded by spiky branches, Tami had a vision of Christ
his crown of thorns. "Just get me through this," she
breathed. There was now no impediment to her getting relief, but the
blockage of her passage had caused impaction of the
soft fecal material. The observers watched with interest as the muscles
back strained and listened sympathetically to her
anguished whimpers. Tami fell forward onto her hands and raised her
order to get maximum leverage from her powerful
abdominal muscles. Modesty had ceased to be a consideration or she
have adopted a position that opened and angled her
anus in precisely the fashion to maximize viewing. She was, however,
aware that, as she hunched her back and strained, she
looked exactly like Caesar performing the same task.
When the mass began to move it caused rapid and unrelenting expansion of
swollen rectal membranes. From the spectators'
standpoint, the dainty, tightly closed little brown starfish gradually vanished,
to be replaced by a dark, irregular mass the size of a fist.
As strong as Tami's skeletal muscles were, she had never had need to develop
those internal muscles related to evacuation and they
were only able to move the thick, dry stool through her distended tissues
millimeter by millimeter. It took fully thirty seconds of hard
effort to push the foot long accumulation through her lower passage.
finally popped free and thumped to the ground.
"Goodness, imagine something that size coming out of a little girl like that!,"
Gill commented. Tami responded with a loud, resonating
fart. A day's worth of gas was on its way out and there was nothing
do to stop it. A second window-rattling blast caused
Caesar to begin barking at her bare behind. Then Tami felt more liquid
moving through her bowels. She no longer had any
control over the situation. She felt like a tube of toothpaste that
stepped on. Lighter brown fecal material, wet and gleaming
in the sun, began pouring out of her and accumulating atop the initial log.
Bursts of gas also continued, ensuring that the excited dog
Finally it was over. But with relief abject humiliation set in.
She now felt
perfectly normal, maybe a little sore, but the physical
evidence of her latest debasement was piled between her feet and the
unmistakable smell was beginning to assert itself. Unable to face
her audience, she maintained her posture as she tried to regain some composure.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she heard Ross say, but
she ignored him. She would get up when she was good and ready.
A blast of cold
water between her gaping buttocks got her attention
in a hurry, however. Ross was hosing her down! She crouched miserably
jet of water dislodged the brown flecks clinging to her
flesh. "Excellent!," the lawyer said as he turned off the flow and
dripping amidst his prize flowers. Tami knew she could never
look at the vase of cut roses that Ross always had on his office desk the
way again. From now on, some aspect of their beauty
would be attributable to her personal fertilizer.
"Let's get that manure worked into the soil," Ross said to Tami. "Use
rake, and be sure to clean it thoroughly when you're
done. I'll go get my clubs." Head down, Tami walked past the
back to the equipment shed. She got the rake and noticed
to her horror that the golfers not only hadn't budged, but in fact moved
to and were still commenting on her bowel movement.
Tami wished she could dig a hole for herself and climb into it; but instead
had to nonchalantly as possible break her feces down and
spread it out evenly.
Ross came back out again and looked over her work. "Fine job," he said.
you're going to be on your own for a while I think we
can leave the monitor out for the time being. I'll just put it away
safekeeping." Ross went back to the table as Tami sprayed the
rake with the hose. "That's odd," she heard him say. "I could
that…Caesar! Bad dog! Bring that back, this minute!" Tami
looked over and saw that the ball had vanished from the table. The
hound was lumbering around the yard with the device in
his jaws and the golfers in pursuit. To her shock, Tami saw that the
stopped playing with the golf balls and snatched the
monitor away while it was left unattended. Ross shouted an authoritative
to end the chase, and the somewhat sheepish animal
obeyed, dropping the device between his massive paws. Ross took the
the table and lifted the monitor off the grass. "No way to
tell if it's been damaged," he observed, turning it over to examine all sides.
"Field test it," Weaver piped up. "We've got forty minutes
till our tee time, and this time of day they're probably running half an
late anyway." "Good idea," said Ross. "Miss Smithers,
slight change in plans. Can you reinsert our little friend here and
yourself to orgasm? We need to know if it's still working
Tami groaned. The prospect of a few hours peace and an unburdened anus
being put off. And her momentary victory of not
putting on a sex show for the golfers had turned into another defeat.
passed her the device, still in the tongs, and she stood there
with it in her hand like a dejected, disrobed Statue of Liberty. "I'll
some lube," she muttered. "I'll get some from inside," Ross
offered. "Don't bother," said Gill. "I've got some good skin
lotion in my golf
bag. From the looks of the inside of her whatsis she needs a
little soothing ointment." Tami stiffened as the state of her rectal
became a topic of conversation. Without further ado, a big
dollop of yellowish cream was squirted onto the device. Tami had no
idea how to
go about putting the thing back in. With no time to
think, she reassumed her position on the table and began fumbling with the
and her backside under the watchful eyes of the
Whether the lotion was too greasy, or whether her swollen anus was too fed
cooperate, she couldn't jam the monitor in despite
repeated and sincere efforts to end the humiliation quickly. Ross conspicuously
consulted his watch. "Would it help if I used the
tongs?" Tami shuddered at the idea of the extra width of equipment being
to implant the mechanism. "No, it's just that, I can't
get the right angle, or something…" "I've got an idea," said Schrader.
remove the umbrella then the portion of the base that
sticks up could act as a holder. She can just ease back onto it."
men appeared doubtful so Schrader himself undid the
wingnut that connected the shade to the base. Sure enough, an eight
of metal pipe remained above the surface of the table.
Tami reluctantly placed the ball atop the pipe. Then she straddled it
Despite her gymnast's flexibility, there was no way she could maintain her
balance and view the insertion. Fortunately, there were
other sets of eyes that were happy to help direct her. "A little to
left…okay, keep coming down…back just a bit…" With the help,
Tami quickly found herself squatting directly on the greased orb. Now
just a question of using her body weight to force it in. She
gradually increased the pressure and soon felt her anus begin to spread.
squishing sound could be heard above the only other
noise, a solitary bird twittering in the distance. Then, once again
her sphincter ring closed around the intruder and slingshot
it inside her.
The men congratulated Schrader for his ingenuity. Ross then went on
about how he'd unintentionally made life difficult for
Tami by not providing the proper accessories for masturbation, but how McMasters
had advised him on alternative means of
stimulating the vagina. "I think we owe you a little variety, Miss
he said. "I notice your back is still quite a mess from your
encounter with the mosquitoes so why don't you have a nice doggystyle session?"
"But with what?," Tami asked naively, then
immediately regretted leaving it to Ross' discretion. "Nevada suggested
handles as a nicely sized and shaped alternative for a
proper dildo. Why don't you prop your rake against the wall over there
Tami put the business end of the rake against the house, resting on a slightly
raised flowerbed. This meant the handle was at just the
right height to slide into her pussy as she knelt on the grass. And
slide in it
did, since she was still quite wet from the impromptu
shower Ross had given her nether regions. The rake handle had a weird
inside her, since it dragged slightly in the earth each time
she pulled forward, then stopped abruptly as it contacted the wall on the
backstroke. She couldn't help but think of the old complaint
from overburdened employees: "Yeah, stick a broom up my ass and I'll sweep
the way out." Here she was, gardening and getting
off at the same time. In truth, she was more comfortable this way than
down on something hard, at least until she looked around
and saw all the four sets of polyester-clad legs surrounding her as she pistoned
her butt back and forth like a bear scratching itself
against a tree. The metal end of the rake pounded out the rhythm against
brick of the house as she determinedly forced herself
towards another unwanted orgasm. Worse yet, this one might not count
monitor was no longer working. If she failed to trigger it,
Ross would no doubt accuse her of fakery and come up with some other hideous
means to verify climax.
The frequent mention of McMasters reminded her of the need to vocalize.
anyone on a neighboring property, or out in the
street, hear? No matter to Nature Girl, she thought to herself bitterly.
CLANK! UUH! CLANK! UUH! CLANK! UUH! The
music filled the garden as Tami mated with the rake handle. McMasters
correct, though. The smooth, tapered wood was
rubbing her just right. She dug her nails into the turf and listened
expectantly. *BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. Her shoulders
sagged with relief. She crawled off the rake and stood up. "Great,"
"Well, Miss Smithers, it's time to really put you to work –
no more dallying. I want that whole back hedge trimmed and any stray
removed; water and weed all the ornamentals; cut back
any overgrown canes on the roses, and mow the grass. That should keep
of mischief until we get back."
The other men insisted on shaking her hand farewell. "Nice to have
Gill said, and Tami replied "Nice to have met you too!"
Yeah, right, thanks for coming out to watch me shit, get my ass plugged, and
fuck some garden equipment! Still, it was a relief to see
them finally leave. She was now alone in the spacious garden, on a
day. It was actually pleasant to be naked out in nature
but in private for once. Mentally, the efficient girl ordered the tasks
decided to begin with the roses. She found the pruning
equipment in the shed, next to some thick leather gloves. She reached
gloves automatically, then dropped them as if they were
red hot. Should she or shouldn't she? How would Ross ever know?
around for hidden cameras but then realized they
could be anywhere. The bare redhead put the gloves back where she'd
and headed off to do battle.
The healthy plants had produced numerous shoots that needed to be cut back.
Despite being careful, Tami was frequently stuck by the
thorns as she worked. She could hear Ross in her head preaching about
judgment on the unclothed. A particularly bad poke on
the thumb drew blood. Great, thought Tami, as she sucked on the wound,
can show Ross my prick as well as everything else!
The job was especially awkward as she tried to work around the area where
just spread her feces. The hose spray had turned all
the soil to muck, which she had no desire to step in, and the smell was
sufficient to make her gag.
Next she decided to do the lawn. Somehow she was not surprised that
was an old-fashioned hand model. The grass was lush
and it was difficult to get good traction on her bare feet. She was
was in excellent physical condition, given the acreage she
had to cover. She was sweating freely by the time she got down to the
was thankful that it was not feeding time for the
mosquitoes. Passing a large tree, she realized she was not quite as
she thought. There was Caesar, taking a nap in the shade.
Resentment boiled up in her. Ross was out golfing, and even the damn
enjoying a carefree morning. But she had signed her
life, her dignity, even control of her excretory functions away. A
trickled down her tan cheek and she licked it away. "The salt
content might upset the pH balance of Mr. Henry Ross' precious back lawn,"
grumbled to herself.
She thought she had finished when she noticed a strip of grass running up
between the far side of the house and the surrounding wall.
It made sense to do that as well, but she quickly realized that the strip
connected to the front lawn. Had Ross intended for her to cut
that as well? She poked her head around the side of the house.
The brick wall
surrounded the whole estate and was certainly high
enough to offer protection, but the wrought iron gate sat right in the middle
it. And outside the gate was the main road. If she didn't
do the front, would Ross attribute it to a genuine misunderstanding, laziness,
or modesty? She couldn't take the chance. There
appeared to be little traffic so Tami began mowing the expanse of front lawn,
jogging lightly to get out of there fast. The pace was
grueling since she was already tired from doing the back. Before she
complete one pass with the mower she heard traffic.
Instinctively she dived face first to the ground as the car passed.
she found herself plastered with grass clippings. Yuck,
she thought, then realized that she couldn't continue to take cover anyway.
Assuming Ross had a security camera she would be hard
pressed to explain her need to lie prone whenever a vehicle came by.
driver really see that much anyway, watching the road
and traveling at 40 MPH?
The grass was beginning to itch as the tired girl slogged back and forth,
and forth. Ross was making her miserable even though
he was miles away at a country club. While she still winced whenever
a car went
past she focused on the task and assumed she was
invisible. That is, until she got close to the gate. "Warm out,
said a voice. Tami jumped from surprise. Parked outside
gate, openly ogling her, was a group of four bikers. Tami's already
heart got an extra burst of adrenalin at the sight of the
unkempt quartet astride their Harleys. She hadn't heard them come up
wondered how long they had been watching her. "Uh,
yes," said Tami, reminding herself that these could be spies of Ross and
sure not to cover herself. "Pretty fuckin' hot, if you ask
me," said a particularly hideously tattooed gang member, and the others laughed.
Not to be outdone, another of the riders leaned
forward. "Looks like you're doing more than taking a little off the
observed. "Hell, I'd call that a reeeaal close trim," another
joked. "Oh, have to keep the grass looking good," Tami giggled nervously,
trying to ignore the obvious leer at her shaved pubic area.
"You can keep going," the man with the beard said. "We just stopped
Tami couldn't help but notice the name of their gang spelled out on their
jackets. "Broad Jumpers." The logo, it appeared, (Tami didn't
want to look too closely) consisted of a naked woman on her hands and knees
while a motorcyclist flew through the air above her. Tami
felt comforted by the locked gate between her and these lowlifes. Somehow
seemed appropriate that they were behind bars. As she
paced back and forth with the mower, however, she began to more like
animal than ever as the men watched her appreciatively
through the wrought iron. She could feel their eyes on her muscular
she struggled to complete the task. The men seemed
to view it as their right to sit and enjoy the spectacle. Given the
operation of the hand mower, she could just make out the
undercurrent of lewd commentary the men were providing to accompany her efforts.
Once finished, she turned and began hurrying
back to the house. The bikers gave her a mocking round of polite applause
she gave them a quick wave of acknowledgment, afraid
that a snub be all the excuse they needed to vault the wall and pursue her
Once around back, she stood still for several minutes to catch her breath
put the fear of the menacing men behind her. Then she
returned to work. Predictably, there was no electric hedger, just a
big pair of
shears. The hedge itself seemed to go on for several
hundred feet, and while it was not wildly overgrown her arms soon ached as
as her legs. The fat wooden handles were not
designed for her small hands and she soon began developing painful blisters
her palms and fingers. Her attempts to level off the top
were also resulting in the petite girl getting numerous scratches on her
torso. The English ivy from the perimeter wall was
growing in and around the thick bush, and she occasionally took a break from
clipping to yank straggling vines out by the roots. The
vine came away easily and she began to feel rather pleased about her handiwork
as she looked back and saw the tidily rectangular
shape she had restored.
It was only as she was scooping up the clippings that she noticed something
familiar in the tangle of vines. A lighter green leaf, three
points, oh, yeah, they'd talked about it in her wild plants class. Ha-ha,
interloper among Mr. Ross' exclusive pedigreed perennials!
What was it called…Rhys…no, Rhus…Toxicodendron. Oh, shit, poison ivy!
dropped the armful pressed against her chest and
rushed to the house to go in and wash it off. The back door was locked.
Realizing that she would be exposed to the road again, but with
no alternative, she dashed around to the front. Locked too. Tami
swear word she knew on her way back to the rear garden.
The only thing she could do was take the hose and began dousing herself.
water was ice cold and without soap it would do little
good in removing the irritating oils from her skin. They would have
opportunity to sink in and do their damage.
Tami was in an absolutely foul mood as she began weeding the flowerbeds.
seemed as if nature itself wanted to punish her for her
nudity – exactly the point Ross wanted to make. No doubt he was disappointed
she was too tan to get sunburned, but just about every
other animal, vegetable, or mineral that could do her harm had been given
opportunity. Well, maybe not mineral. But she now
itched from three separate instrumentalities – mosquitoes, grass, and poison
ivy. She'd been pricked and blistered thanks to her
inability to wear protective gear and the antique hand tools that Ross had
generously provided for her use. No doubt the riding
mower and power equipment had been tucked away prior to her visit – or maybe
simply hired a landscaping company to maintain
the place. "Okay, Ross," she thought, "you win. It would be dumb
to be a naked
gardener. But I don't plan to be a gardener. And
frankly, I don't plan to be naked much longer either." On her hands
her bottom wagged back and forth as she vigorously
tore out weed after weed while venting her spleen. "You've given it
shot and you still haven't beaten me," she continued to
tell herself. "I can't think of anything else that you could throw
at me now
that would be worse than…"
Tami's thoughts were cut off abruptly as someone jumped on her back.
drove her upper body into the ground and pressed
her face to the turf. She gave a strangled scream and tried to push
sensation of warmth and weight kept her pinned. She felt
hips aggressively straddling her backside, runting forward in an attempt to
enter her. Fueled by adrenaline, she succeeded in raising
up off the ground and got her first clue as to the identity of her attacker.
had big brown paws. Horrified, she squirmed out to the
side and sat up. Caesar looked at her inquisitively and whimpered.
disgusted, her first instinct was to kick the horny animal in
the ribs. She was distracted by laughter, however. Ross and his
returned, just in time to witness the romantic
interlude. Furious, Tami stormed towards them. "That dog is a
Ross!" "Calm down, Miss Smithers," the chuckling
attorney said, giving a friendly scratch to the happy-go-lucky hound's head
he loped over to greet his owner. "You sound like Miss
Gulch in "The Wizard of Oz." You claim to be so fond of nature and
yet you seem
unaware that in the wild an unprotected backside is
going to draw a lot of attention. Maybe you should count yourself lucky
was just a dopey dog and not a mountain lion that took
a liking to your hindquarters."
Tami was steaming mad. "You left me locked out, with a...a dog that
ought to be
neutered, a backyard full of poison ivy, thorny plants,
some stupid stone age tools – " Ross held up his hand. "As a
naturist, Miss Smithers, I assumed a few hours outdoors in a
suburban garden would be within your powers to survive. It also seemed
that people of your ilk are frequently opposed to the use
of noisy, fossil fuel gobbling equipment. Anyway, by all means go on
give yourself a thorough wash. I can see the rash
already developing and you better make sure you keep all of those various
and scratches clean since you no doubt will refuse
bandages." Tami stalked off rudely without a word to the guests.
she's pooped!," Schrader commented before she got out of
earshot, to hoots of laughter from the rest of the group.
Tami wept openly when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. Twigs
tangled in her hair, various bits of grass still clung to her,
she was itchy, filthy, bug-bitten, sweaty, scraped and swatches of angry
rash were appearing along her arms and torso. She looked
like an experiment in military camouflage gone horribly wrong. Soon
mixed with the soothing shower water as she tried to
process the day's events. She scrubbed her thighs and bottom with special
fervor, despite the discomfort, to try to rinse away the feeling
of the big dog's attempt to mount her. She was also starving, having
through lunch. It was funny how the biology's basic needs
continued to assert themselves no matter how much mental anguish the body's
owner was suffering.
To her surprise, when she came back downstairs, the golfers had gone and
was setting out food on the picnic table. It was a perfect
day to eat outdoors, but Tami's associations with the big table were not
entirely pleasant. Still, hunger is a strong motivator and she
quickly found herself hanging around longingly as Ross laid out a large deli
platter. She couldn't help but notice, to her dismay, that
there was far too much food for just her and her host. She also couldn't
but notice that Caesar was also patrolling hopefully
around the perimeter of the table. And worst of all, Ross was using
serve out helpings of pink, folded ham. She could hardly
miss the association of the last time he had used tongs on pink meat on that
"Ah, Miss Smithers! Dear me, you are a sight. Still, nothing that
given time. Lend me a hand and set out six place
settings, please." Tami now knew that she'd be entertaining four new
The smell and look of the food was getting to her. All the
work had given her a substantial appetite. She thought ruefully on
how she had
stuffed herself at previous meals with Ross, unaware
of the very public way she would be evidencing how much she'd eaten.
try to starve herself until Monday morning? No
sooner had she set the table than she could hear the sound of the doorbell
indoors. Again, it made her jump. How long would it be
before bells or buzzers didn't make her think of the damn orgasm monitor?
Tami was stunned when Ross casually said, "Can you get that please?"
knew she couldn't flinch as he sent her to greet
unknown people wearing nothing than more than a bright red rash. Tami
the door and was face to face with an attractive
woman in her early forties who didn't seem the least bit shocked by her
appearance. "Hello," she said, extending her hand imperiously.
"I am Nicola Di Chiara." "Um, Tami Smithers," the redhead responded,
the woman's hand but looking past her to notice
Professor Brignon directing two male students who were getting some equipment
out of a car pulled up in the driveway. The men were
having extreme difficulty, given that their necks were craned in the opposite
direction so as to get a look at the naked girl. "Oh, um,
please come in," said Tami to the pretty Italian woman, who was standing before
her with her chin poised on her fingertips, looking the
nude up and down critically. What, had she now become Ross' hostess?
wondered if she should hold the door open for the ogling
underclassmen who were lugging armfuls of cases and sketchpads in her direction.
She decided she must, since the Professor was
following them. Tami could hear snatches of the Frenchwoman's directions
boys as she sent them on ahead. "…soon be second
nature…artistic interest in the body…no inhibitions whatsoever…" As
students came closer Tami could hear their hushed
conversation with each other. "Art rules, man!" "No shit.
Naked chicks and
easy credits - it's like, let me make sure I capture all the
details of your slit so I can be sure to get an A+!"
In contrast to the excited men, Signora Di Chiara was strolling coolly and
confidently through the large foyer, examining the objets
d'art. She was dressed in a long blue skirt and white blouse with a
silk scarf. Typical of most women Tami wanted to enthuse
over the flowing neckerchief but held herself back unless her attitude might
viewed as a desire to wear clothes. Even a scarf was off
limits where Tami was concerned. Wouldn't want that neck obscured, no
someone wanted to check out her Adam's apple then by
all means they should have complete access.
Tami's bitter thoughts were interrupted by the bashful boys struggling past
An errant easel almost jabbed her left breast as she
tried to make as much room as possible while still holding the door open.
"Robert, Steven, follow me," Sna. Di Chiara said, crooking a
finger at the young men and heading towards the back, her Cuban heeled boots
clacking on the hardwood floor. The way her hips
swished in the tight skirt would have been the center of attention for most
males but Bob and Steve remained focused on Tami like
compass needles on true north. "She really knows how to wear clothes,"
thought to herself as the graceful beauty with impeccable
posture led the fumbling young men away. The irony of her own words
harshly. "I guess I would get a F in ability to wear
clothes, at the moment," she thought, remembering the trouble she used to
to get her purse, belt and shoes to match; pressing
pleats; handwashing delicates…
She was interrupted by light kisses on her cheeks. "You are injured,
Professor Brignon asked, holding Tami at arms length for a
good look. "Just working hard in Mr. Ross' garden," Tami replied, squirming
slightly at the proprietary way the European woman
handled her body and invaded her personal space. "Ah, yes. Well,
there is more
work in store for you this après-midi, but not so hard, I
hope. Is Henry out back?" "Yes, Ma'am," Tami responded, and let
through the kitchen to the yard. Ross was enthusiastically
greeting Signora Di Chiara. "This is a genuine honor. I've admired
for years and to have you come out to teach a course
and do an original piece for the College is an absolute dream come true.
offer you something to eat?"
Tami was directed to sit between the two grinning young men. On the
of the table, the adults poured wine and discussed the
latest topics in modern art and classical music. Bob and Steve seemed
interested in rehashing Stone Cold Steve Austin's latest
dispute with Triple H. They did so enthusiastically, peppering Tami's
breasts with the occasional piece of ham or saliva as they
talked with their mouths full. Tami felt hopelessly out of place in
conversation and dreaded whatever was planned once lunch
was over. Again, she ate lightly, both revolted by the open-mouthed
either side of her and not enthused about any further
possibilities of excretory exhibitionism.
Talk inevitably turned to Tami and the artist showed great interest as Ross
Professor Brignon described her activities to date.
Tami wanted to curl up and die as the attorney detailed her current ordeal
the orgasm monitor. The beautiful Italian shook her
head sympathetically. "It is too bad, Miss Smithers, that you're not
man. There would be no need for any invasive device to
determine whether you'd orgasmed or not. The evidence would be quite
"But, Mon Dieu!," Professor Brignon exclaimed,
turning pale, "can you imagine how embarrassing that would be? I mean,
ejaculating all over the place while people watch; having to
clean up the sperms…ugh!" Bob and Steve reddened slightly and nodded
agreement, glad that they were not in Tami's
shoes (not that Tami was, either). The pretty nude grimaced. Yeah,
thought. So much more embarrassing than having your
butt probed in front of everyone, or having your anal contractions broadcast
over a cell phone!
When lunch was concluded, Ross explained the nature of the visit to Tami
the others listened intently. "Signora Di Chiara, as
you may know, is one of the world's leading sculptors. She has been
enough to accept our offer of a term in residence at
Campbell-Frank for the coming Fall. In addition to teaching, she and
students will also be working on a piece to be donated to the
College. Signora Di Chiara, perhaps you can tell us more about the
"I find my inspiration in classical works," the Italian declared. "As
woman, I admire the beauty and strength of the
goddesses of antiquity." Her dark eyes flashed. "When Dean Jorgon
there was a woman on campus who went nude because of
her belief in naturism, I could not help but think of Artemis, goddess of
things. Dean Jorgon told me also that this woman had a
good figure and would be willing to pose. Now that I see her in the
you excuse the…what is it you call it… pun?, I must say the
Dean gave you only faint praise." She slapped her palm on the table
authoritatively. "Stand up!"
Tami rose to her feet between the two seated dolts. They snorted excitedly
her pelvic area came up to eye level. Di Chiara walked
over behind Tami. "Such muscles," she said appreciatively, casually
Tami's upper arms. "The very image of my hunt
goddess. Oh, but back to the story. I say to the Dean, if I am
to do Artemis I
would also like to do her hounds. I ask if there are such
dogs on campus and he tells me about Mr. Ross and this handsome animal."
cringed as the sculptress went over to the Rottweiler
and gave his thick shoulders a similar caress. "Such a name! Caesar!
Italy, we would not think of calling a dog George
Washington," she chided Ross playfully.
"I can't tell you how excited I am to think that Caesar will be immortalized
bronze," Ross responded. "If you're looking for loyalty
and honesty, you can do no better than a good dog." He shot a pointed
Tami. "Best of all, the finished statute will be installed
in this very garden, down by the pond, where Caesar has enjoyed some of his
happiest times. I'm sure we'll get plenty of visitors to
come and see your work." "Like a classical statue, it should last for
of years," the sculptress replied. "As we look on the works
of Praxiteles now, just think that in the year 4500 someone can still be
and enjoying the beautiful forms of Tami and Caesar."
Tami gulped. The lark that had started as a quick, late-night streak
taking on an eternal aspect. If this sculptor lady was as
famous as Ross said she was her depiction of Tami's nude form would attract
worldwide attention. The girl realized that while
photographs of nude women were still somewhat taboo for publication, a photo
a statue of a nude woman could be splashed on picture
postcards, college admission brochures, you name it.
Tami was provided with a large bow as a prop and spent several hours striking
various poses while Di Chiara sketched and Bob and
Steve snapped Polaroids from various angles under her direction. The
occasionally got in quite close while photographing and
Tami was convinced that she saw some of those prints being slipped into their
back pockets. She couldn't think of a valid reason to
object that wouldn't raise Ross' suspicions, however. Her already-tired
grew exhausted from drawing the bow repeatedly and
holding the posture. Caesar, meanwhile, was coaxed into various positions
to her through the use of treats. Tami wandered over
to glance at the drawings during one of the breaks and was astonished by
the skill evident in the quick renderings and the
incredible detail. Tami's hope that Di Chiara's style might run to
was dashed. The images were unmistakably her, down
to her moles. Apparently unable to stop working even while the others
Di Chiara added some shading under Tami's left
cheekbone in a portrait worthy of Botticelli. Her piercing eyes bore
girl's face, and she made another adjustment to the corners
of the mouth.
Tami felt uncomfortable with the way the artist regarded her. She was
objectified again, this time literally. Di Chiara seemed
only to see planes, angles and curves, not a scared naked girl. Still,
horrified as Tami was to see her nudity recorded in yet another
medium, she could not help but be drawn in by the breathtaking beauty of
picture of her face. The moment was spoiled, however,
when Di Chiara, apparently satisfied with the portrait, flipped to the next
in the sketch pad. There, depicted with the same skill
and nuance, was Tami's pubic area. Di Chiara took advantage of the
proximity to adjust the length and placement of her
clitoris. Bob and Steve came over at this point, their interest in
fine art no
doubt piqued, and carefully compared the two dimensional
version of the redhead's genitals with its living counterpart.
Ross, too, was soon peering over the artist's shoulder. "Can I make
whimsical request?," he asked. "Miss Smithers had a
bit of a misadventure with some mosquitoes down by the pond, as you can no
tell from the state of her skin. Would it be possible
to include a mosquito somewhere on her body as you sculpt it, to memorialize
actual experience at this spot?" "Absolutely!," Di
Chiara cried with glee. "I love the idea that the goddess of the hunt
herself be the object of a tiny hunter – the continuity of
nature – no doubt there is some parasite on the mosquito, and so on. Where
you like to see the insect?" Ross thought for a
moment. "Well, her backside seems to have gotten the worst of it so
I think it
would only be true to nature to put the bug there." Di
Chiara looked blank. "Backside?" "Excuse me. Bottom…rear
Di Chiara concluded her work by sitting within a foot of the standing Tami,
again tweaking the details rendered on her sketchpad.
Even with her experiences in the art class, Tami found it totally unnerving
see her body parts taking shape on paper, studiously
corrected by up-close comparison with the real thing. When the sculptress
satisfied with her initial drawings, the group of artists
packed up to go. "Miss Smithers will of course be available at your
next term to continue with the work," Professor
Brignon stated. "Good." The Italian woman poked her index finger
bellybutton. "Now do not go getting fat over the
summer, my little Artemis." She turned to Bob and Steve, who
were picking up
boxes. "You will learn much about sculpting from this
body. To depict such perfection in bronze or stone or clay takes an
attention to detail. I should be able to run my hand over
your statute and encounter the same structure and proportion as when I run
hand over Miss Smithers. The only difference will be
between flesh and the sculptural medium. You are indeed lucky to have
with such a lack of inhibition. But with such total
access comes the responsibility of accuracy. I don't care how many
takes, and neither should you, if you are true artists, to get
a particular feature right."
The boys just grinned, anticipating a semester-long grope session. Tami
able to smile, too, confident that such an event would
never come to pass. Once the visitors had left Ross gave Tami a little
herself, saying that he needed to work on something in
the basement. Instead of relaxing, she could only pace nervously and
listen to what he was doing for fear that he was
devising something horrible for her. She heard water running and some
pounding. Ross came back up within fifteen minutes.
Dinner proceeded normally and when it finished Ross glanced up at the clock.
"Miss Smithers, would you go downstairs please and wait
for me? Thank you."
Tami reluctantly went down the modernized staircase and was surprised to
herself in a huge, brightly lit rec room. It seemed
contrary to Ross' personality to have table tennis and pool tables, a large
screen TV, and a bunch of sofas and chairs. It was cool in the
basement, and Tami's nipples were becoming quite hard. She looked down
false sign of sexual arousal and remembered that she
would need another climax soon to stay on pace with McMasters' demanding
schedule. Those thoughts were driven out of her head,
however, by the sounds of activity upstairs. The doorbell rang at least
seven times over a five minute period, and she could
clearly hear multiple footsteps and voices from above. A nervous cramp
her stomach. Perhaps Ross was having people over
that he DIDN'T want to see her, she thought optimistically. Of course,
confined to the basement while company visited was
hardly the most ego-boosting experience, but in her present state she was
objecting. On the other hand, Ross had specifically told
her to wait down here for him. And he'd clearly been getting something
undoubtedly with her in mind. More doorbell rings,
more feet. She was glad that the bell in her butt was silent for the
being. For the first time in ten years, Tami actually crossed her
fingers. "Please, people, stay upstairs. Or be the softball team
and take that
asshole out of here."
Tami went over to the staircase and listened carefully, her heart sinking
lifting as noise came closer or drifted further away. Then
she heard Ross' voice, quite near. "All right, gentlemen, without further
The door at the top of the stairs opened and Tami
instinctively fled like a rabbit, darting past furniture, looking for cover.
She ducked behind a chair and froze. The first footsteps
sounded on the stairs. Then more. And more. TROMP!
TROMP! TROMP! It sounded
like a marching army. Tami realized she
couldn't hide. Not only would Ross find her, but she would have no
for why she was being so shy. Reluctantly she stood
upright and moved over to the side of the chair just before the first person
reached the bottom of the stairs.
Words could not express Tami's shock as a teenage boy came around the corner,
followed by another, and another. Their eyes
immediately locked on the naked girl's body, which was now rigid with fear.
What was Ross doing? Wasn't this against the law?
Finally, after about fifteen young men had entered the room, Ross appeared
the end of the line. Tami noticed that the boys were all
wearing green uniforms and realized that this must be some kind of scout
or youth group. It was hard to determine ages. Some
of them were quite tall and were likely eighteen or even older, she thought.
was quite possible that they were all eighteen. They
were so geeky, however, that most of them were gawking as if this was the
naked woman they had seen in person.
The scouts quickly sat themselves on the floor in a well practiced fashion,
looking up at Ross and Tami, whose discomfort increased as
she realized the low-level angle they now had on her private region.
troop was settling down, Ross was setting up a flip chart
on an easel. He opened it to the first page, which was titled "Outdoor
Hazards," and began to address the group. "To conclude our
section on first aid, we are indeed fortunate that Miss Tami Smithers has
herself at our disposal. By a remarkable coincidence,
Miss Smithers has endured a number of common calamities that might occur
backwoods. Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Holzer, would
you be good enough to identify the injuries she has that need to be treated?"
Two of the young men came forward rather abashedly,
unable to make eye contact with the pretty girl. Still, they had a
job to do.
They circled Tami, looking her over carefully. Lawrence
bent over as if examining her legs, which put his head at just the right
to view her pubic area and buttocks. "Well," he began,
"she's been…uh…exposed to poison ivy, got some minor scrapes, looks like
of bug bites…" Heart pounding in his throat, the
somewhat shyer Holzer lad stood at Tami's side. "There might also be
allergic reaction here in the…chestal region," he wheezed,
waving his hand over Tami's bare tits. "Some of this rash is more like
or pollen allergy than a poison ivy reaction." He dared to
get a closer look. "There's also a lot of little bumps on the nip…nipples,
not sure what caused that."
"Those are quite natural, nothing that requires our expertise," Ross chuckled,
clapping the naïve youngster on the back as he sent the
pair back to the seating area. "Let's see, Mr. Yu and Mr. Trombley,
forward please." The youngsters stood up and walked rather
stiffly. Tami was almost sure she could see a tent in the Asian kid's
"What other dangers of the backwoods would be appropriate
to check this young lady for?" "Well," said Trombley, "you should always
examination for ticks to avoid contracting Lyme
disease." "Outstanding!," enthused Ross. "Miss Smithers, spreadeagle
so these gentlemen can make a thorough assessment of
you." Tami reluctantly opened her legs and lifted her arms to shoulder
In the meantime, the two scouts took miniature
high-intensity flashlights and magnifying glasses out of their knapsacks.
brought forth a large first-aid kit and, to Tami's great
alarm, produced a box of latex exam gloves. He insisted the boys put
"for their own protection." Tami thought ruefully about
the fact that she could not cover her hands when dealing with garden hazards,
but her own body, after being damaged by those
hazards, was considered unsafe for outdoorsy young men to handle. Wait
minute. Handle? How far was Ross going to take this?
As Yu and Trombley carefully scanned the skin on the pretty redhead's head
torso, Ross grilled the other boys on the
characteristics of ticks. "What is their size?" "About as big
as the head of a
pin," came the response. "Good. Color?" "Dark brown to
black." "Treatment?" "Remove with tweezers." "Excellent, excellent,"
He turned back to the two scouts who were scrutinizing
every square inch of the uncomfortable girl. Yu, in the front, had
down to the level of her breasts, while Trombley, in the
back, was getting on his knees to facilitate examination of her coccyx.
Yu, where are you most likely to find a tick?," Ross asked.
"Uh, on any exposed skin." "Right, which pretty much describes ALL
Smithers, correct?" Yu giggled. "Yes." "And where should
special care be taken, Mr. Trombley, to ensure that the insect is not
overlooked?" "In, like…body crevices," the breathless boy
whispered. "Exactly," Ross said with a clap of his hands. "So
don't be shy.
Ask Miss Smithers to lift her breasts, spread her buttocks,
and so forth."
There was a moment of silence as Ross' words sank in. "Um, could you
up?," Yu asked, unable to say the actual word to the
nude. Trying not to roll her eyes, Tami put her hands under her breasts
pulled them back. "Wait, Mr. Yu," said Ross. "That is not
appropriate. The subject is obscuring parts of the underside with her
Have her lift using the nipples." Tami pinched the
delicate buds and yanked up. It took considerable force to bring her
clear off of her chest and she was quite uncomfortable as
the nerdy lad made like Sherlock Holmes with his magnifying glass at the
"Fine," said Ross. "Mr. Trombley?" Tami could not see the young
behind her but she could hear him. It sounded like he
was having an asthma attack. "Open your butt…your buttocks, please,"
Grimacing, the lovely redhead grabbed a cheek in
each hand and pulled them apart. "Again, that's quite insufficient,"
interrupted. "Have the subject spread her legs and place her
hands on the floor." A disgusted Tami threw herself into the required
In doing so, she found her face almost directly in the
crotches of the first row of observers. Trombley hesitated. "But how
"I would suggest using your hands if you need any further
exposure of the flesh," Ross said briskly. "You may free your hands
holding the flashlight between your teeth in the fashion of
law enforcement officers conducting a body cavity search." "Sorry, ma'am,"
bashful boy mumbled as he used his left hand to gently
pry her muscular cheeks apart. "Mr. Trombley, there is no need to apologize!
You are performing a service for our subject, and if you
recall our earlier discussion she feels no embarrassment whatsoever.
kindly confirm that, Miss Smithers?" "Yes, this is
fine," Tami forced herself to say. She winced as she felt his hot,
breath on her bare anus.
The scrutiny between her cheeks seemed to go on interminably. The room
silent except for the strained breathing of the young
male. Tami could actually hear his respiration slow down as he began
and enjoy the situation. Finally released her bottom
and said, "I don't see any ticks, but her anus thing looks really red and
swollen." "Again, there is another legitimate explanation for
that," said Ross. Tami felt relieved that the monitor wasn't going
extricated for educational purposes, but realized that Ross'
vague statement allowed the members of the troop to put whatever perverted
on her rectal situation that they chose.
Now empowered to touch the nude girl, Trombley gave her a friendly pat on
behind. "You can get up now." "Pardon me, Mr.
Trombley," Ross interrupted. "Did you happen to notice a second orifice
you were down there?" The group broke up in laughter
as the discomfited lad squirmed. "You mean her…vagina?," he asked,
mispronouncing the word to rhyme with "patina." Ross waited
for the fresh hilarity to die down. "Yes, Miss Smithers does indeed
va-GI-na. Would you care to see if there is a tick in it?" With
a huff of contempt, Tami reassumed the position. Wanting to avoid having
face hovering over the laps of the first row, she directed
her gaze back between her legs, only to be dazzled by the bright halogen
flashlight that was illuminating the area where the sun
doesn't shine. Again the exam took inordinate time. Even Ross
"Mr. Trombley, is there a problem?," he asked. Trombley
took the light out of his mouth. "No, it's just that there's a lot
of flaps and
stuff down here." More laughter ensued. Although the
young man was clumsy there was only so much lifting, poking and stretching
Tami could take before beginning to respond
sexually. Fortunately, he wrapped things up and Tami was allowed to
while he and Yu concluded the tick hunt down the
length of her smooth, tan legs.
Tami took little joy in her clean bill of health regarding blood-sucking mites.
She couldn't help but notice Ross going into a back area
and returning with a couple of jars. "Very well," the attorney said
as the two
scouts stripped off their gloves with loud pops and
discarded them. "Next we're going to do an experiment. Miss Smithers'
a number of different maladies at the moment and
there are several different ways to treat them. Here's what we're going
today." He produced a tube of ointment. "This is a
commercial, antibacterial, itch-soothing cream." He produced a jar
handwritten label. "This is an herbal remedy, that I created
this afternoon using plants from the very same garden that got Miss Smithers
into trouble. Call it a hair of the dog remedy." Another
jar. "This is a Native American remedy that I obtained from a local
What I propose to do is to divide the subject's body into four
quadrants; treat three with these ointments, and leave the fourth untreated
control. We can then reexamine her body in 24 hours
to determine which was the most effective."
Tami couldn't believe her ears. For once, she had Ross! Even
better, she could
bring him down a peg in front of the snot-nosed dweebs!
Crossing her arms, she smiled sardonically. "Mr. Ross, aren't you forgetting
religion? Remember, nothing goes on my skin, not
even insect repellent." To her surprise, Ross smiled back. "Quite
Smithers, but recall that this is an experiment and that in
the interests of science you have already submitted to using the bristle bra
retainer panties. The obscuring of your skin will be
quite minimal, and is purely incidental to the primary mission of educating
these gentlemen in the application of first aid and helping
them learn about the efficacy of different means of treatment."
Beaten again, Tami snapped, "All right, fine,". At least she was in
line to get
some relief from the cursed itching. She reached for the
tube in Ross' hand only to have it pulled away. "Miss Smithers, some
preparatory work is necessary first. Mr. Kearney, would you take
this the marker?" A tall, freckled kid rose and Ross handed him a fat
pen. "Outstanding. Please divide the subject into four
quadrants, vertically from head to pelvis, and horizontally across the hips."
The teen came forward and unsnapped the cap. Tami got
a strong whiff of chemicals as he raised the marker to her face. Without
further ado, he stuck it squarely at the top of her forehead and
began drawing it down, over the bridge of her nose, lips, chin, down her
between her breasts, through her navel, all the way down
across her shaved mons venus to the cleft of her labia. Then he drew
the top of her right leg and circled around her until he
was back at her vagina. Walking back around her, he stroked a line
spinal column to the top of her buttocks cleft.
Tami had been so preoccupied with the marking of her body that she hadn't
noticed what Ross was doing. She was therefore shocked to
see a camera in his hands. "Who has their Photography Merit Badge?,"
A dark-haired kid raised his hand eagerly. "Fine,
Mr. Adams. We'll need before and after shots of the areas in question
to document the treatment. Make sure to get in good
and tight and keep a sharp focus." Tami stood stock still as the grinning
did his work, standing no more than a foot away from her.
FLASH! Tami was blinded by a closeup of her face. FLASH! FLASH!
FLASH! As the
spots cleared from her eyes she realized he was
going to use the whole roll. He put her through her paces as if he
her for Penthouse, raising her arms, bending her over,
and spreading her legs.
When the impromptu photo session was over, Ross asked the teens who had not
been involved to come forward. He split the nine of
them into teams of three and told them to put on exam gloves. Then
he gave each
team one of the remedies. "Alpha team, you handle
the left torso. Beta team, the right torso. Gamma team, the right
leave the left leg as is. I want a good thick layer on her
wherever you see a bite, scratch, blister, etc. I know this may be
embarrassing for you but if you're ever involved in an
emergency in the backwoods you'll realize that modesty sometimes has to take
backseat. And remember, Miss Smithers is not only
perfectly comfortable with the situation but will actually feel better as
result of your efforts."
After nearly half an hour just enjoying looking at the naked girl, the young
could hardly contain their enthusiasm. Tami was
once again spread wide in a standing posture and eighteen hands busied
themselves on her body. She had been far too angry at first to
pay much attention to the individual scouts but she had to admit up close
couple of them were kind of cute. One in particular stood
over six feet tall and had the wiry musculature of a rock climber. He
Tami a friendly grin as if asking permission before
beginning to spread ointment on her right leg and she found herself smiling
in spite of herself. She also couldn't help but notice
the two sandy haired guys on different teams who were working on each of
breasts. They were identical twins, and she almost
giggled at the thought that they ended up handling her matched set.
Ross had no doubt set this up as the ultimate humiliation for her, a kind
hands-on gangbang. But the various medicines were
having an almost immediate soothing effect on her wounded skin, and the whole
body massage from some rather attractive young
fellows was rather nice. She closed her eyes so that her face could
and felt a familiar sensation beginning. The rock climber,
who had not surprisingly started at her ankle and worked his way up, was
the top of her inner thigh. Meanwhile, the twins
were going overboard in rubbing her breasts, and she hoped they were
inexperienced enough to realize what her hardened nipples
meant. "They better cut that out before handsome down there gets to
the top of
my leg," she thought. But luck had long ago deserted
Tami. The climber began rubbing the greasy Native American preparation
lips of her vulva. Technically, he should only
have done the right side but nobody was down there with a tape measure checking
his work. After a full week without the touch of a
man the onslaught was rapidly going from mildly stimulating to downright
Tami next felt her buttocks being abruptly jerked apart, apparently by two
different scouts. Her sensitized anus, which really had no
business being treated for poison ivy or mosquito bites, was now getting coated,
half with commercial ointment and half with the herbal
remedy. Tami could not tell which was which, but only hoped a stray
didn't enter her and encounter her monitor. She was
surprised when a third hand began working on her vagina from the rear, and
shock, coupled with her fast-rising rate of arousal,
caused the unthinkable to occur. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* The confused
away from the pretty girl. "Smoke detector!,"
one cried, and they began heading for the staircase in a rapid but orderly
fashion. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* The sound continued. Tami
opened her eyes in horror and found herself staring directly at Henry Ross,
only other person who knew the true nature of the
noise. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he called out. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP.
back. I can assure you there is no fire." "Then
what's that noise?," an anonymous voice asked from halfway up the stairs.
a piece of equipment attached to Miss Smithers in
regard to another medical experiment," Ross replied, giving Tami a wink as
she should be grateful that he was being diplomatic.
"Attached? But where?," a persistent scout asked, as he and his colleagues
returned and again circled the utterly unadorned redhead.
"It's…internal," Ross said. "Like a pacemaker or something?," came
question. "Yes," said the attorney, "same kind of concept." "Did
WE set it off?," yet another voice piped up. "Is she having a heart
anything?" "No, no. It just measures a normal body
process that occurs to Miss Smithers quite frequently. Very well, enough
excitement for the time being. Let's get things tidied up and
move on to our next segment."
Tami walked around in a daze. She had just come in front of a scout
gentle application of medicinal cream had turned into
a remember-for-the-rest-of-your-life moment of debasement. She paid
attention as Ross turned over a page on the flip chart to
one titled "Choking." There were illustrations of the thoracic cavity
drawings of the Heimlich maneuver. "Blah blah blah
esophagus blah blah trachea," Ross droned on, using a pointer to illustrate
lecture. Tami's head was just clearing as she heard him
say, "…and now if Miss Smithers would be so good as to resume her position
the front we can begin the demonstrations." He tapped a
particular spot on the carpet with the pointer and Tami felt like a trained
horse as she walked over and stood on it. Suddenly one of the
boys got up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning
own arms to her sides. She was about to protest to
Ross but when she looked up she could see he was already angry. "Mr.
are not sacking the quarterback here!" The group
laughed. "Get your arms under Miss Smithers'." As the boy regripped
suddenly realized what was going on. "Mr. Ross I…"
Tami began. Forming a fist, with his right thumb pointed in towards
stomach, the beefy boy cut short her complaint with a sharp
upward thrust. "Good! And again," said Ross. Another sharp
blow to her
midsection met with the scoutmaster's satisfaction.
Meantime, Levin's pelvis ground against her firm bare bottom.
Scout after scout followed to practice the procedure. Ross remarked
useful it was that Tami's nudity allowed them to see
precisely the right spot to position their hands for the lifesaving measure.
The teens were more than happy to give out bare hugs, and
Tami could feel each of them carefully positioning himself so that his penis
perfectly aligned with her butt crack. At first she was
able to withstand the powerful blows to her stomach by tightening her abdominal
muscles, but she was still post-orgasmic and
somewhat fuzzy-headed. She also gained an appreciation for how large
many of the scouts were, as they literally lifted her
petite body into the air.
She was tiring from the repeated demonstrations when Ted Kozlowski, the
next-to-last participant, approached her from behind. Tami
was no longer paying attention. Arms would come around her waist, Ross
make a change or two in positioning and angle, the
breath would get knocked out of her, then the process repeated. Thus
unaware that the middle linebacker now embracing her
weighed more than twice as much as she did, and that he had set nearly all
the weightlifting records at his high school. She could
not have realized, either, that the anti-inflammatory agents smeared thickly
her anus had both proven extremely effective, and
that the swollen membrane was rapidly returning to its original shape, carrying
a good measure of greasy ointment inside her as it did.
Tami's consciousness to all of these factors was almost instantaneously raised
when the powerful lad gave her stomach the hardest
squeeze yet. Before she could even think of reacting, the wave of compression
through her intestines fired her rectal monitor out into
the rec room like a cork out of a champagne bottle. It skipped along
low-pile carpeting before rolling to a rest over by the pool
table. As Tami tried to figure out what had just happened, the clueless
Kozlowski performed a second Heimlich maneuver. This time
the compression forced a large blast of trapped gas out of the newly liberated
anus. The scene was now one of chaos, with a number of
the scouts pointing to the mysterious ball in confusion, everyone laughing
the loud fart, and those in the front reacting to the smell.
Ross quickly reestablished order by banging his pointer on the ground.
were still a few hands being waved in front of noses, and
a subtle murmuring of "P.U.s". Tami stood like a marionette with its
cut, utterly downcast. What further humiliations could
this miserable man subject her to? Would she be retesting the monitor
scouts' benefit now? "All right, gentlemen. We had a
little accident, that's all," said Ross. "Apparently the procedure was
sufficient to dislodge the experimental device inside Miss
Smithers." The excitement was too much for young Adams. "I saw
it happen! It
shot right out of her ass!"
The lad had already covered his mouth in horror before the last sibilant
syllable was uttered. But it was too late. Ross' face twisted
rage. "Mr. Adams! What type of language is that for a youth leader
"I'm sorry, sir, it just slipped out!" The other boys cracked
up anew at the unintentional joke. A smile even played around Ross'
mouth as he
tried to maintain a stern demeanor. "It was
inappropriate nevertheless, especially in mixed company. I will expect
word longhand essay from you at our next meeting on the
subject of self-expression without the use of vulgarity. If there are
spelling, punctuation or grammatical errors you will rewrite the
entire paper. Is that clear?" Adams hung his head. "Yes,
Mr. Ross." Tami was
staring straight down at the floor, too. The boy had just
been punished for his graphic description of the event, but the event had
actually happened to her. Now the precious orgasm monitor
needed to be reinserted and no doubt subjected to a trial run.
Meanwhile, the curious scouts were full of questions. "What does it
"How did we set it off if it was up her as-anus?" "Does
she have to swallow it to get it back in?" Ross slipped a latex glove
right hand and walked over to retrieve the wayward device.
"I cannot lie to you without violating our Oath," he said, raising the monitor
to examine it for signs of damage. "Let me just repeat that
this is used to measure and report on a physiological process as part of
Smithers' work with the medical researchers at our
College." He walked over beside Tami, who was still standing in a totally
defeated posture. Placing his left hand on the back of her
neck, he turned her sideways and pushed her head towards the floor.
suddenness of the move took her by surprise and her limp
body offered no resistance. Ross unceremoniously jammed the ball back
the bent-over girl's cheeks. "I'm sorry that it has
become a distraction but it has no bearing on what we're trying to accomplish
here," he continued, not missing a beat in the discussion
as he located the much-abused anus and rammed the object in.
Leaving the stunned girl still positioned with her ass in the air, Ross smoothly
slid the glove off and strode back to his flip chart,
turning to the next segment, "Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation." Tami
flat on her back on the floor while teams of two scouts,
under Ross' careful instruction, delivered mouth-to-mouth and a heart massage.
The young men now clearly saw it as open season on
the naked girl, and she found tongues frequently entering her mouth, and
"accidentally" wandering from her ribcage to her
breasts. If Ross was expecting another orgasm, or for the chest compression
trigger another appearance of the monitor, he was sorely
disappointed. Tami was too revolted by the pimply faces of the nerdier
to get into the oral component of the exercise, and those
working her chest were more likely to stray higher on her torso than inflict
pressure on her stomach.
Ross was quite pleased at the end of the session. Tami, with her head
from fresh humiliations and her mouth filled with fifteen
different varieties of boy spit, could only pray that the ordeal was over.
Ross came over beside her. "We need to thank Miss Smithers
for her participation," he said. The group applauded. Tami wondered
would always flash back to this moment or the bantering
bikers whenever she received a round of applause for the rest of her life.
welcome any of you who want to stop by tomorrow night to
see how effective the various skin treatments were. Don't worry if
make it in person. We'll shoot plenty of "after" photos that
you can look at at your leisure. Next week we will be demonstrating
knot-tying. Any questions?" A hand shot up in the air.
"Yes, Mr. Holzer?" "Will Miss Smithers be helping us with that section
well?" "No, we don't delve into the area of restraint," Ross
chuckled. "It is likely, however, that she'll be helping with some
enforcement training in the future, and I think with my
connections I could get anyone interested in a police career involved in
sessions relating to restraining and searching suspects.
Just let me know. Anyway, in celebration of a job well done, I'd like
everyone out for ice cream. Miss Smithers, the local shop
does have a "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy so you would not be able
come in, but if you wished to wait in one of the cars you
could certainly come along." Tami could think of nothing she wanted
to spend more time with this assemblage. "No thank
you, Mr. Ross. I'm very tired and want to go to bed early."
"That's fine. I'll expect you to be asleep when I return. We must test
monitor again to ensure that it is still working, so prior to
retiring I ask that you call me on my cell phone and let me hear it
Also, you may not shower or wash any part of your body
until this time tomorrow. Good night, Miss Smithers."
Everyone headed back upstairs and Tami again had to say polite farewells to
who had just watched her total abasement. She was
relieved to see that the members of the troop had driven themselves over.
last thing she wanted at this point was to be introduced
to someone's mom who had come to pick him up. With the house to herself,
dashed upstairs to use the toilet. She was stopped
short when she entered the bathroom and encountered a horrible sight in the
mirror. A fat black line of magic marker had carved her
into four sections like the diagram of a side of beef. And now she
somehow get herself off and call Ross in the process. She had
freedom as to the method of masturbation, limited only to the length of a
cord, but she felt absolutely no enthusiasm for the
process. She'd had too many orgasms under too degrading circumstances
to look forward to the activity. There was also the
possibility again that the monitor may not work and the climax would be wasted.
Tami peed, grateful to be able to use a toilet like a civilized human being.
hadn't given her instructions on what to do with her
urine while he was gone, so she assumed she was free to dispose of it however
she wished. If indeed she was on a hidden cam, she would
fight that battle when Ross returned. God, how he had reduced her,
as she wiped herself dry.
Remembering how effective the banana had been in the morning, Tami returned
the fruit basket. The remaining specimens were
noticeably softer to the touch when she tested them and rubbed a little cooking
oil on her final choice as a lubricant. There was a phone
in the kitchen, but she had no desire to repeat the performance on the tile
floor. There was also a phone in her room, but the plastic
mattress was another source of bad memories. The thought of doing it
bedroom was too awful to even contemplate, so she
began searching the house for other phones. Finally she found one in
library, on a table next to a nice leather sofa that would be
easy to wipe clean. She returned to the kitchen for some paper towel,
the surface, then sat down and looked around, dangling
the fruit by its stem between her fingers.
The library was utterly silent. Built-in bookcases on each wall held
classics, Aristotle, Thucydides, Blake and Milton. Tami's was
not the only prominent bust in the room. Homer, Shakespeare and Goethe
stared at her through marble eyes. The setting seemed
horribly inappropriate for what was about to take place. Tami curled
up into a
ball on the big sofa and thought. It was always one
more thing. One more humiliation. Somewhere in the back of her
mind was the
hope that she could finally convince them, finally get
over the barrier. Ross was stepping up the pressure, but if she got
this test would they back off? Or would it just continue to
get worse and worse? Did they have a limit? Did she have a limit?
could they do to her? All around her in the stately
library were the things college was supposed to be about. It was not
to be a freak show, with her as the central attraction.
Tami reminded herself that her remaining time on campus was short, and that
could get away for good at the end of it. Speaking of
limited time, she noticed with a start that thirty minutes had already passed
since Ross had left. She'd better get a move on if she
wanted to avoid seeing him again tonight.
She decided she would place the call just on the brink of orgasm so that
could spend the minimum amount of time on the phone
with Ross and avoid any taunting if she was having difficulty. Of course,
meant she would have to work herself up, read the
number off the piece of paper, dial, say hello, then finish herself off.
lay back and began working the banana in and out. It took
a while given her physical and emotional state but gradually sweet pleasure
spread through her pelvis. Thrusting with her right hand,
she tickled her clit with her left index finger. Getting closer now.
picked up the receiver and shrank back in horror. A rotary dial
phone! Stupid Ross and his stupid antiques! By the time she was
through the area code and number she could feel her
momentum dying. She would have to be a lot closer to orgasm when
dialing if she wanted to get it over quickly.
Hanging up, Tami began drilling herself purposefully. Slam, slam, slam.
pressure built. Okay, she was on the road. Let's dial.
Damn, this is hard with slippery fingers! Her right hand worked the
while her left hand clutched the receiver and she used her
middle finger to dial. Good. She got all the numbers in.
Great, it's going
through, where should she put the phone? Down by her pussy
so Ross could hear or up by her ear so she could talk to him? Oh yeah,
needed to be vocal, too. Up by her mouth. It’s ringing.
male voice. "Hello?," "Mr. Ross, UHH, UHH, it's Tami Smithers!
I'm just about
to orgasm! Listen! Here it c-o-o-o-mes! AAH! AAH!
AHHHH! BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. OH YES! OH GOD!
Jesus! Oh! Could you hear it?" "I
certainly could, Miss Smithers, and it was very nice. But my name's
I think you have the wrong number."
Tami dropped the receiver as if it was red-hot. Then she frantically
up and threw it back into the cradle. She could hear
chuckling coming over the line as she severed the connection. What
An orgasm, totally wasted! Plus she'd just entertained
some anonymous pervert after giving him her full name! She put her
head in her
hands and fought back tears. How could it all be so
hard? Was it even worth it? Did Ross just break her without even
being in the
NO! She couldn't quit now. Now it was personal. Besides, Ross
would never know
about her misdial. She would just have to recover
enough to get herself off again in the next few minutes. A tissue mopped
tears and the banana went in again. Tami felt utterly
nonsexual but this was more an issue of determination than desire. She
the fruit briskly, looking down her striped stomach and
trying to will excitement into her hairless sex organ. The banana was
to get mushy as it plunged in and out, but she didn't
want to lose steam by taking time to get a replacement.
A clock gonged softly in the background. Shit! Forty five minutes!
started to spread. Tami rode the feeling expertly, building
fast. She was getting there. Dialing deliberately, she lost some
of the edge.
DUH*DUH*DUH. Once again, an unexpected electronic
chirp threw her. "I'm not orgasming, so what…oh, God, it's a busy signal!
Ross, you rat!" The phone banged down again, and the
aroused, enraged girl was left in no man's land. Should she keep masturbating,
or let the feeling totally die? Trying hard not to be
despondent, she let her level of stimulation drop but kept up a slow, even
of banana pushing while she tried to figure out how long
she should wait before calling back.
After a couple of minutes, she picked up the pace. As climax approached
again fought to dial accurately. DUH*DUH*DUH. Damn
you, Ross! Before she could hang up again, however, a recorded female
came on the line. "The number you have dialed,
4-1-3-5-5-5-6-0-7-4 is busy. If you would like to leave a message, please
at the beep." Tami thought quickly. This seemed ideal.
She could leave evidence of her orgasm without having to perform live for
Ross. Still, the time window was even more narrow.
She had no idea how long a message she could record. The beep sounded
began thrusting the fruit inside her as if she was
churning butter. "Mr. Ross, it's…Tami Smithers…and I'm…UMM…about to
She put the mouthpiece down by her crotch
to ensure the recording picked up the sound of the monitor. Meanwhile
gasped in arousal and frustration as her overly nervous
body teetered on the edge of climax. "Come on," she urged herself.
BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. Her powerful vaginal
contractions crushed the battered fruit and mashed banana began to spill
her sex organ. But she'd done it!
Hanging up, she looked at the sofa. The paper towels had done a good
protecting it from oil and banana pulp. The frothy yellow
material was dripping out of her, however. As she wiped away the worst
she realized that she could not wash herself. Her vagina
would be sticky, redolent, and of course on display for another 23 hours.
wandered around the library as she recovered from the
sexual experience, and saw a bookcase full of legal tomes. Thinking
get some insight on her adversary, she glanced through
the titles. "Roman Trials and Executions," "An Eye for an Eye
– the History of
Biblical Justice," "Torture and Confession in Medieval
Europe," "The Salem Witch Trials."
Shaken by the subject matter on the top shelf, she looked further down.
Birth of Criminology," "Cruel and Unusual?," "The
Modern Interrogator." Tami did a double take at the last volume.
On the spine
appeared the name of the author – Ross. She grabbed
the book and flipped through excitedly. It was all there – bringing
onto your "turf" and keeping them there as long as
possible; isolation from communication with anyone other than the questioners;
good cop/bad cop; creating a physically uncomfortable
environment. Ross concluded with a summary of the different types of
and the appropriate approach to breaking each one.
Type 1 was easy. He had a moral sense, felt guilty, and wanted to confess.
Type 2 didn't want to confess but was so stupid he could
easily be caught in a contradiction. Type 3 was cocky, overconfident,
hang himself if the questioner simply gave him enough
rope. Then there was Type 4. The toughest kind of all. Smart,
well-prepared and able to think on his feet. Ross described in
detail the way to break a Type 4 down:
"What is important with a Type 4 is to let him know you will NEVER relent.
will hound him for life, if necessary. The Type 4 must
never think, even for an instant, that he can break you. It will take
your skill to accumulate evidence and adroit questioning
based on that evidence to build a trap from which Type 4 cannot escape.
the pressure on. Search for a chink in the armor. Pride,
shame, hatred, despair – it doesn't matter what emotional state you push
4 into, as long as it leads to your ultimate goal of
proving the lie. Remember, Type 4 is above all, rational. Create
environment in which confession and the consequences arising
from confession are PREFERABLE to continuing to face the interrogator.
take ingenuity and considerable time, but never
doubt that it can be done. However, you must have the stomach to create
living Hell, and the fortitude to be the Lucifer of that Hell!"
Tami reeled back. Her hands shook as she replaced the book on the shelf.
had just read the blueprint of her treatment at
Campbell-Frank. But Ross, writing as a prosecutor, could not anticipate
Type 4 simply walking away from his jurisdiction. The
gates of Hell would open in a few weeks and Tami's bare bottom would bounce
unsinged. Tami took a moment to calm down and
then tramped upstairs to bed, glad that at least a few hours of peace lay
front of her. The bare mattress was again uncomfortable on
her healing wounds, but not as bad as the previous night. She looked
room and sighed. She would be more than halfway
home when she awoke, but now that she knew Ross' plan, she realized he would
keep cranking up the pressure.
She was still awake when she heard Ross come in. It was incredibly creepy
lie naked and still in bed while listening to the footsteps
of a man you despise walking towards your room, but Tami wanted to minimize
contact with him. She was sure he would check to see
that she was in bed so she rolled over so that her face was turned away from
door and feigned sleep. Sure enough, the soft footfalls
stopped outside her open door. Tami gulped as she heard soft voices.
someone with Ross? She listened intently but could only
pick up a few whispered words. "…top selling item…that ass…worldwide
market…well, we'll see tomorrow…looking forward to it."
Tami lay awake in fear for hours trying to sift through what she had just
and heard before sleep overtook her exhausted body.
It was Lab Six, but it was different. The waiting room was tastefully
furnished, with pastel walls and overstuffed chairs in flowery
upholstery. Tea and cookies were set out on the coffee table, as well
variety of magazines devoted to travel and decorating.
Opening the door to the lab proper, Miss Tami Smithers, clad in a thick skirt
and heavy sweater, wrapped in a long black coat, with a
beautiful scarf and elegant black gloves, smiled at the familiar chill.
testing area itself was much the same, although it was all a
warm pink hue. The lovely young women absorbed in work at the console,
pulled back into tight buns, briefly acknowledged
Tami's arrival with nods before returning to their tasks. Tami's gaze
on their long, lean bodies, bending over in their tight
white lab coats which revealed only a stretch of shapely calf above white
Their uniform dress, severe manner, and carefully
made up faces couldn't help but remind her of the women in Robert Palmer's
"Simply Irresistable" video.
Taking her usual seat in the front row, Tami extracted her notepad from her
and scribbled the date. The subject was already
there, held in place by the hand and leg cuffs, spread wide. Precisely
a.m., one of the blondes came forward to put a few drops of
lubricant on the anal plunger. Her latex gloved fingers guided it into
usual position, just touching the outer ring of the sphincter.
She drew down the apparatus from the ceiling, and the subject's bulging eyes
followed its movements as if it was a snake coming down
to nestle in his lap. She delicately lifted the flaccid penis between
thumb and forefinger as if she was removing a piece of lint
from a blouse, then guided it into the sleeve. Just the little pink
up out of the white plastic cuff. Tami smiled. That would
There was a plaintive look in the subject's eyes as the businesslike young
handled his genitals. He seemed to be searching for
some indication of friendliness, some hint that she enjoyed what she was
some acknowledgement of his existence as a human
being. Instead he was left with a cold plastic ring around his cock
expectant stares of the female students and faculty
occupying the theater seats. They were regulars, and frequently chatted
each other about classes, parties, and boyfriends while
they waited for the test to get underway. They too, did not look in
even as he scanned them. Their attention was focused on
the equipment once the process began with its characteristic hiss.
From the console, a pretty brunette controlled the pace of the plunger and
pressure and pumping action of the sleeve. As usual, the
glans began to emerge shortly after the stroking action commenced. Tami
always reminded of a soufflé rising, or a prairie dog
poking its head out of its hole. The rest of the penis shaft remained
the complex apparatus, which slid together in a
telescoping fashion as it stimulated the young man's sex organ. Tami
over briefly at the video screen, which was showing a
closeup of the urinary meatus, still tightly closed. When orgasm neared,
knew, the head of the penis would be an angry red or even
purple, with cute little bumps visible, and the peehole would open wide in
anticipation of the gush of ejaculate.
The young man whimpered and strained against his bonds. Tami watched
muscles flex with disinterest. It was hard to see this guy
as a sexual being, given his status, his body hair standing up from his
goosepimpled skin, riding a rod up his ass while his shaved dick
was stuck in the milking machine. Still, she couldn't resist the occasional
tease. Smiling demurely, she put her pen between her teeth
and shyly made eye contact. Taking a break from her notes to strictly
she laid her gloved index finger against her cheek while
the rest of her fingers daintily propped up her chin. Consciously or
unconsciously, the other women in the audience made similar
flirtatious gestures. A thick blonde mane of hair received a hearty
was thrown back over the shoulders with a vigorous neck
snap. Lip gloss was freshened in a compact mirror. A high heel
playfully at the end of a stockinged leg, crossed over the other
at the knee. A peppermint was taken from a purse, slowly unwrapped,
laid on a tongue, and noisily sucked.
Meantime the subject was getting vocal. The grunts and groans that
understandable and perhaps even exciting in a bedroom
context sounded ridiculous in the otherwise quiet, coldly scientific
environment. A glance at the video screen now showed what looked
like a deep red volcano, conical with an open crater at the top, rock hard
trembling. Without warning a white fountain abruptly
appeared, squirting several inches into the air. Another, smaller spurt
free an instant later, followed by oozing creamy material.
The pistoning sleeve was stopped and the same assistant came forward with
canister of baby wipes. Again the man followed her with
his eyes. She mopped the sperm away with all the sentiment of a waitress
cleaning off a table and returned to the console. This time,
the starting hiss of the mechanism was accompanied by a decidedly unmanly
from the subject.
An hour later, the sweat-covered young man was slumped back like the loser
heavyweight bout, unable to answer the bell. The
scoreboard noted that the last four orgasms had passed without any ejaculate,
and that nearly ten minutes had gone by since the last
climax. The sleeve plugged away relentlessly, but the once wild-eyed
was collapsed, unable to lift his head. Finally the
brunette in charge stood up. "Enough for today, ladies. We'll
reconvene at the
same time next week. Mr. Floyd, no sex or
masturbation until then, remember."
The blonde came forward one final time. She unhooked the sleeve and
let the wet
penis flop against the man's leg. The anal probe was
popped free. She scrupulously cleaned the apparatus, then nonchalantly
her whole left hand around the limp cock. This
raised the man's head and he again looked imploringly into her implacable,
beautiful face. Making a fist around the base, she yanked
up as if pulling a dandelion. A final pearly bead of thick semen appeared
the tip of the penis and she swiped it off with a cold, fresh
wipe. Then she undid the cuffs and left him there, sagged against the
bottomless chair, naked and unable to move.
Tami lingered as the room cleared. When she and the subject were alone
stepped forward. The feel of a glove at the base of his
penis again got his attention, and he lifted his head. With a wicked
Tami licked her lips and bent over the flaccid organ.
Opening her mouth, she glanced up at the helpless male. His eyes registered
shock, fear, anticipation, and regret. Her little red tongue
flicked out to tickle the sensitive underside of his glans. "No, please,"
ragged voice pleaded. Tami grinned. How often would a
college guy turn down a free blowjob from a hot redhead? He could feel
every exhalation on his tenderized skin. Unable to keep his
head up, he nevertheless had no difficulty tracking the progress of her tongue
as she licked all the way around him and began swirling
the tip. His cock tasted good despite his ordeal, fresh and clean.
no pubic hair to get in her mouth or tickle her nose. A kiss
on the glans and she could see that the overworked organ was starting to
firm. Cupping his emptied testicles in her hand, she
began taking him into her mouth. Given his relatively unaroused state,
easily went balls-deep. The first strong suck drew a moan
Tami threw every trick in the book at him. She changed speeds and level
suction. Her tongue painted pleasure over every
millimeter of his now erect member. She delved the tip of her tongue
pee hole, as if mining for sperm. Occasionally she popped
the penis out to stroke against her velvety cheek. Under ordinary circumstances
she would have received an enthusiastic facial or a
mouthful of hot semen within minutes. But this poor devil had nothing
ejaculate. Although hard, he couldn't even have a dry
climax. All he could do was whimper as stimulation built and ebbed.
to come, to experience the pleasure and to get it over
with. But all he could do was absorb waves of tingling all along his
and feel the dull ache as his pumped-out balls strained to
produce a final gush.
After fifteen minutes, Tami gave up. She stroked her finger up the
the rigid rod and gave a final warm kiss to the
trembling head. "Sorry, big guy. Looks like you're out of luck
young man seethed. He'd just had the blowjob of a lifetime,
but it had been agony instead of pleasure. He'd never be able to score
woman this hot again. Instead of joy, he had had nothing
but frustration. An hour earlier, or an hour from now, and he would
gleefully spattered the pretty girl with shot after shot of hot
come. The girl tidied herself up and walked out, giving a final smile
as she left. "Miss Smithers! Miss Smithers, please!
Please, Miss Smithers, get out of bed right now!"
Tami awoke with a start. Naked, plastic mattress, Henry Ross.
Ross again stood in the doorway, today in a gray
cardigan rather than a slate one. "Good thing we put plastic on Sarah's
Look, you've been drooling in your sleep!" Tami thought
back to her dream and blushed. As the befuddled girl made sense of
surroundings, Ross spoke heatedly. "Miss Smithers, do you
know a gentleman named Michael Jamison?" "No." "Well, apparently
his home last night and treated him to some phone
sex. Is that true?" "No! Oh, Christ, I misdialed one time
when I was trying
to call you and…it just happened." "Well, perhaps you
would have been more careful if you were aware of a little feature known
"Caller ID." Now, fortunately for you, thanks to my
intervention, Mr. Jamison has agreed not to press charges for your obscene
He has agreed that if you make a personal apology he
will consider the matter ended." "An apology?," the sleepy girl repeated.
"Yes. Then there is the little matter of the fact that you failed
to call me. Not only did you fail to orgasm but you broke your word!"
"But I did call! It was busy! I left a message!" "Really?,"
said Ross. "I
confess I gave up on you after half an hour or so and conducted
some other business. Let's just activate my voice mail and see."
With that, he
went over to Sarah's phone and dialed. He put it on
speaker and sat on the end of the bed, making Tami shrink. "You have
messages," the automated voice droned. "First
message. Saturday, 7:45 P.M." A familiar voice came on. "Hank?
McMasters. Listen, everything is a go for tomorrow. I've got
the guys lined up and the gear is all tested. Make sure our little miss
well-rested as can be under the circumstances – there's a lot
riding on her performance." "Second message. Saturday, 8:11 p.m."
it's…Tami Smithers…and I'm…UMM…about to
or…GASM! SQUISH! SQUISH! SLURP!" Tami blushed at
the amplified sounds of the
banana fucking her. "AAAAAAH!"
Ross nodded approvingly. "Quite ingenious, Miss Smithers. I should
that since you called on my business line the recording
is of course College property and must be archived as proof should anyone
question my monthly expense report. Since it doesn't
qualify as a privileged attorney-client communication it will be accessible
anyone with a need to know. Still, I can't imagine too many
people will want to hear it." Tami immediately imagined Gwendolyn King
back the recording for a room full of snickering
staff. What a great start to the morning.
As they walked downstairs, Tami realized she had another rendezvous with
shrubbery ahead of her. Sure enough, she and Caesar
both emptied their bladders as the master of the house carefully checked his
plants for leaf mold. "Now that you've answered your call
of nature," Ross said with a grin as they went back inside, "why don't you
Mr. Jamison and apologize?" Tami reluctantly went to
the kitchen phone and dialed the number Ross gave her, the same as his own
the last digit a three instead of a four. While he
busied himself preparing food, a woman answered. "Could I speak to
please?" "Who is calling?" "My name is Tami
Smithers." "Are you selling something, Miss Smithers?" "No, Ma'am."
what is the nature of the call?" "I…um…disturbed him
last night – dialed the wrong number, and I want to apologize." "Very
One moment." Tami twisted the phone cord around her
finger. How exactly does one express regret for having a hot, wet orgasm
wrong man's ear?
"Hello?" "Mr. Jamison?" "Yes, this is Mike Jamison." "Hi,
it's Tami Smithers,
uh, again. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I dialed
your number by mistake." "Yes, well I must say I was quite startled
nature of what you did. You sound like a nice young
woman. What got into you? Was this a prank or some kind of sexual
between you and this Ross fellow?" Tami crossed her
legs in shame. What got into her was still making her vagina stick
"It was just…he's a gentleman monitoring some research
I'm helping my College with…involving sexual response." "I see.
And what was
that infernal beeping noise? It almost deafened me!"
"Oh, uh, I was next to the microwave when it beeped. Listen, I appreciate
being willing to forget this and I promise it won't happen
again." "Very well. I assure you that the police will be notified
repeat the performance. Good day, Miss Smithers!"
Tami hung up and realized she was sweating. What a horrible phone call.
yet another of Ross' ordeals was behind her. "Miss
Smithers, what was that you were saying about the microwave?," Ross asked.
"Oh, I – I didn't think I needed to go into detail about
what the beeps were." "Why not? You told him you were doing sex
"But why should I…" "Why should you lie? The man
knows you were orgasming, he knows you were doing sex research. Why
describing the anal monitor be any different for you
than talking about the microwave?" "I don't know, I just…I thought he
embarrassed if I mentioned it, since he was offended
by the first call." Ross smiled coldly. "You're slick, Miss Smithers,
don't mean just in the pubic region. It's a shame your talents
are being wasted in this ridiculous pursuit."
As Ross turned back to his cooking, Tami realized he was right. It
was a shame
that so much thought and so much heartache were
being devoted to the sham nudism. She shook her head to clear her brain.
She had to remember that everything Ross said or did
was calculated to break her. She couldn't see things his way!
conspicuously ignored her as he worked in the kitchen and Tami
wandered aimlessly into the dining room. The table was set for twelve.
felt a cold stab of fear. Ross had said nothing to her about
morning plans, but that fit into the strategy of making each new horror a
surprise. She drifted back into the kitchen to see the
attorney cutting up a large amount of fruit. Tami decided to go on
offensive. She was tired of being the passive victim. It was
to throw some questions at Ross. "What army are we feeding this morning?"
glanced in her direction but said nothing. She tried
again. "Anything I can do to help?" Ross didn't even look over.
Tami's brain teemed as she tried to anticipate Ross' next angle. Or
the angle, the silent treatment? She realized that
paranoia was starting to creep in. Could he trip her up by easing off?
this the calm before the storm, before all Hell broke loose,
and Lucifer Ross, laughing triumphantly, shoved the twin prongs of his bident
into her vagina and asshole? All she knew was that she
was physically and mentally exhausted and that evil was brewing. Exactly
Ross wanted her, if she understood his book. She
wanted to scream at Ross to tell her what he was going to do to her.
clear that he wasn't even going to maintain an illusion of
civility. He would talk to her when it suited him, when it served his
He had no interest in her as a person, only as a Type 4.
She was a lab rat, nothing more.
As Ross cooked, guests began arriving. Tami was once again given the
answering the door. It had been bad letting the artists in
yesterday , but today was worse. Yesterday, for example, she hadn't
off with thick lines of magic marker. And yesterday,
Caesar had been outside. Today, the friendly Rottweiler was inside,
excitedly bounded alongside her whenever the bell rang. The
moods of the girl and man's best friend could hardly have been more opposite.
Caesar wagged his tail and drooled in excitement as
each group came in. Tami had a feeling that she would be wagging her
displaying bodily fluids too, soon enough. About ten
people arrived, most Ross' age. Tami thought she recognized some of
around campus. They were dressed formally, which
seemed totally out of place to Tami on a weekend morning. When she
talk of "last week's sermon" Tami realized that this
must be a group from Ross' church. Her mood brightened slightly.
If Ross was
going to services this morning, that would mean a
respite. True, he would undoubtedly give her some nasty job to do but
always more uncomfortable when he was around and in
Apparently finished in the kitchen, Ross again found his manners. He
his guests warmly, but only introduced Tami to one
man, who was carrying what seemed to be a metal suitcase. "Tami Smithers,
is Ned Ryan. Ned and I go back years, to, what was
it, the Chambers kidnapping case?" "That's right," the wizened old
answered. "You were straight out of the military Judge
Advocate Corps – crew cut and everything." Ryan turned to Tami.
polygraph examiner. Well, used to be. Retired now. But
people always ask me to bring the equipment to parties to have some fun.
"Truth or Dare" a little more challenging!" "That's
right," said Ross. "And Miss Smithers, as you can see, many of my friends
generation or two removed from you and they have
expressed doubt to me that a young girl would willingly appear in public the
you do. I don't want them thinking you're under
duress or mentally ill, so since Ned was coming anyway I thought he could
you up and let you prove to everybody the genuineness
of your convictions."
Tami's heart sank. Ross finally had her. She had no grounds for
she would fail the test miserably. She knew she could
dispute the results but her credibility would be pretty much shot.
she couldn't bring herself to admit it now, in front of all of
these people. "No, this is really not my religion. I'm a liar.
And I hate
being nude right now the same way any of you would hate it.
I've been embarrassed and humiliated every moment for the last seven months
now you can go ahead and expel me and send me
home, three weeks from the end of term." No, it wasn't possible.
She would at
least go along to give herself time to think. She was like
a gambler, who had invested so much in so many unsuccessful pulls of the
machine that she couldn't walk away without dropping
her last coin in. "Follow me, young lady," Ryan said with a genial smile,
opening the door to the adjoining room. "We need to do some
initial calibration of the equipment to ensure an accurate result."
obediently followed and Ryan closed the door behind her.
Conversation from the next room was still audible as Ryan set down his case
the table. "You'd really like to pass this test, wouldn't
you?," he asked Tami, his eyes glittering. "Um, I guess it's out of
isn't it?" the young nude replied. "Don't sell yourself
short," Ryan said with a grin, walking over in front of her holding a sheet
paper. "Ross gave me a long list of questions, some of them
pretty ugly. Let's just say that my reading of the results might be
how friendly you and I can become in the next couple of
minutes. Give you an example - I was at a party last week where a husband
challenged his pretty little blonde wife, twenty two years
old, to get hooked up. She and I went off to "calibrate," just like
you and I
are doing, and I told her I thought it would be fun to ask if
she ever cheated on him. Well, let's just say she was extremely cooperative
with me, and when I did ask the question she passed with
flying colors. So everyone was happy. She saved her marriage,
scientific verification of her fidelity, and I, well, I got a nice
workout for the old prostate." Tami stepped back in fear, but Ryan
even closer. "I haven't had an eighteen year old since
1946," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair.
She shoved him away more by instinct than conscious thought. "Fuck
hissed. "Well, actually what I had in mind was a
blowjob," the old lecher laughed. "You sick old…I could be your
granddaughter!," Tami raged. Ryan's face went cold. "No, my
granddaughters don't trot their cunts out in front of the general public.
as for wifey, if she had kept her pants on I wouldn't have
been able put her in the position I did. Ross told me about you, and
what? If you are lying you must be just about the most
miserable person in the whole world. I'd hate to be in your shoes –
you're not in your shoes. All right, come on, let's get this
over with." "But what about calibrating?," Tami asked, "you said…"
really think that's necessary?," Ryan sneered. "Get your
ass back out there so everyone can enjoy looking at it."
Ryan's demeanor changed as soon as they reentered the room, and he was once
again the easygoing old gentleman. He even pulled out
the chair for Tami to sit in. Then he put on the blood pressure cuff,
clip, and the respiration ring around her rib cage, allowing
himself numerous bumps of her breasts in the process. The audience had
watching the preparation, and Tami could hear
Ryan's whistling, excited breath as he attached his apparatus to her.
mind was in a complete whirl now. Had Ryan really tried
to induce a bribe out of her? Was Ross behind it? Were they afraid
pass, and hoping she take the bait Ryan was…dangling,
as proof that she didn't believe it herself? As she tried to sort it
Ryan sat down and cleared his throat.
"Is your name Tami Blanche Smithers?"
"Yes," Tami winced at the mention of her hated middle name, and the crowd
tittered at her obvious embarrassment. It was remarkable
that such an ordinary peeve could get a visible reaction from a girl who
undergone the extensive program of humiliation that
"Do you attend Campbell-Frank College?"
"And your year?"
"Miss Smithers, do you enjoy being nude?"
Tami focused her mind on being nude with Rod. "Yes."
"And you're not troubled by other people looking at your naked body?"
Again she thought of Rod. "No."
"Miss Smithers, you engage in a number of activities on behalf of your college.
I'm going to ask you questions about them
individually. You act as a model for art classes, do you not?"
"Nude, of course."
"Of course," Tami responded reflexively, then cringed as the observers snickered
"Do you like to pose in the buff?"
"Y-yes." Tami knew she was lying on this one.
"Even with all of those students looking at you?"
"Would it disturb you if you knew that some of the students were taking a
prurient rather than artistic interest in your body?"
"Well, I can't control how…"
"Just answer yes or no, please."
"Because you are a strict religious nudist, no matter what anyone else thinks."
"And it makes no difference to you if others ogle your body for their own
entertainment or sexual gratification and have no respect for
"Dr. Congi's sexuality workshops. Are those enjoyable?"
Tami focused on the orgasms. "Yes."
"Again, you don't mind people not only seeing you naked but seeing you engaged
in sexual activity?"
Tami tried to think of her friends watching. "No."
"Do you like the projects Mr. Winant involves you in?"
Tami tried to think of sun and exercise and not grimy labor. "Yes."
"You've participated in extensive scientific research at the Chalfont Institute.
Is that correct?"
"Did you like working with Dr. Harridance?"
Tami reminded herself of his pleasant personality and tried to blot out the
"You're presently involved with Mr. McMasters' studies, are you not?"
"Y-yes." Another flat lie.
"Miss Smithers, for the benefit of our audience, and frankly for myself, could
you describe what it is you do for Mr. McMasters?"
Tami felt a hot flash of shame. "I, um, they, I mean he, um, there's
machine that measures sexual response and I…help them test
"Can you describe how it works?"
"Yes." The crowd howled at the reluctant girl's unintentionally funny
Even Ryan chuckled.
"Okay, WILL YOU describe how it works."
"There's, uh, two rods that power dildos and some sensors that measure my
reaction," Tami blurted, trying to get the details out quickly
as if that would cause less pain.
"TWO dildos?" Ryan intentionally slowed his pace in light of the girl's
to speed him along.
"Both in your vagina?"
"No. One in my…anus."
"Good, good, well, we're getting to the bottom of things, aren't we?," Ryan
joked. Eleven people in the room laughed and one looked like
she had just swallowed a poison toad.
"Okay, are there various staff members who assist you with this apparatus?"
"Do they have to touch you quite intimately in the process of lubricating
inserting the equipment?"
Ryan made it sound like an oil change.
"Sometimes…I mean yes."
"Not a problem for you?"
"And I understand that there are frequently spectators who watch you…test…as
"And you have no problem being climaxed mechanically in front of them?
"Miss Smithers, to date you've participated in artistic and scientific projects
for the benefit of a not-for-profit institution, namely the
College. Would you object to doing similar work for commercial purposes?"
The nervous girl's heart fluttered. "I don't understand."
"You've been paid for your participation out of the College's meager funds.
Since money is your motivation in doing the work, and
modesty is not an issue, I assume you would not object to being involved in
projects that involve both the College and a private sponsor
or even just a straight business arrangement with a corporation?"
Tami really did not like where this was headed. "No, I wouldn't just
anyone. I mean…"
"Miss Smithers, do you intend to get a job after you graduate? I would
life as a naked homeless person would be rather
"Yes, I do."
"And unless you suffer some strange reconversion as soon as you leave campus
will performing that job in the nude, will you not?"
"Yes." Tami could see the jaws of the trap closing. Ryan was
just as good as
"So why would you object to that kind of employment now?"
"It's just…it's a question of time, and being able to stay on campus.
have a car or anything."
"So as long as it's not too time-consuming, and either near or on campus,
with transportation provided, you have no moral objections
to working for private enterprise?"
Checkmate, Ryan. "N-no."
"Good, good. Miss Smithers, let's turn to your personal life.
Do you engage in
sex with people as well as machinery?"
"With whom? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"
"My goodness. Are you a masturbator?"
" And with all your research and masturbation and your multiple partners,
often do you engage in sexual activity in a given
Ryan was making her sound like a slut. And her answer wasn't going
matters. She had to count the damn panties as well.
"Ten or twelve times."
Some of the women in the group gasped.
"Have you engaged in sex with more than one person at the same time?"
"Masturbated with foreign objects?"
"Urinated in front of others?"
"Defecated in front of others?"
There was now a steady murmur of outrage from the spectators. Her brain
to scream out the extenuating circumstances but
Ryan was firing questions at machine gun pace.
"Have you had sexual contact with an animal?"
Tami sank down in the chair. Caesar had clearly mounted her with lust
heart. But it wasn't her fault!
"Yes." One of the women rushed out of the room, hand over her mouth.
"Very well. That concludes my questions. Thank you, Miss Smithers."
removed his equipment with the same awkward fumbling
that had let him feel her up when he put it on. "I'll just go next
to analyze the results," he said. "No more than ten
As Ryan left, Tami turned to face the group who would soon be the first to
out that the whole thing was a lie. Ross hadn't missed
an opportunity to heave one last shovelful of humiliation on her, though.
demeanor of the spectators had changed completely.
Where before they had seen her as a mildly exciting curiosity they now looked
her with the utter contempt our society reserves for
sexual deviants. She was studiously ignored as they attempted to reestablish
small talk, and left to wander conspicuous, naked,
degraded, and alone while the weather, changes to Medicare, and this year's
Masters' were analyzed in depth. Tami turned over her
impending confession in her mind. There was no good spin to put on
would have to stand there and bare her soul as well as her
body. Would someone have mercy and give her clothes at that point or
just kick her perverted, prevaricating ass out of the
house and let her fend for herself?
Finally Ryan returned, grinning triumphantly and bearing the paper scroll
his machine. "This is it," thought Tami. "The
moment of truth, literally." "Well, Hank," Ryan addressed Ross, "all
I can say
is it's a shame your school gave up football back in the
fifties." "Why's that?," the lawyer asked. Ryan lay a dry, cool
hand on Tami's
shoulder. "Because this little lady could be the majorette
in the halftime show and do things with the baton that would guarantee a
house every Saturday. She's a nudist, all right, 100
percent. We tried to put together the toughest questions imaginable
and she was
truthful in all her responses. Not a shred of
Tami's jaw hung open. She'd been preparing herself to be exposed, but
pulling a double-cross, further sealing her fate as a
nudist! "Well, now, let's not go overboard," Ross responded. "It's
fact that lie detectors can be fooled." "But it's extraordinary,"
Ryan enthused. "Her strongest positive answers related to enjoyment
and having spectators present while she is
Breakfast was served buffet style, which meant Tami had the privilege of
up for food next to people who would not want to touch
her with a ten-foot pole. After such a complete soul-baring exercise
utterly shunned. Sitting at the table in the midst of
numerous conversations, none of which included or even acknowledged her,
poked at her eggs and fruit and thought dismally
about what further ordeals lay ahead. Something involving McMasters,
that. And another visit with the scouts. The rest
was no doubt already laid out in the perverse brain of the pious man who
preparing for church. How he could go and pray in
between sessions of tormenting a nude teenage girl was beyond Tami.
repenting for his sins, or did he genuinely see her as the
sinner and himself as doing God's justice in punishing her?
Finished with their food, the group got up and prepared to leave. Ross
Tami aside. "A word, please, Miss Smithers," he said, and
beckoned her to follow him. Here comes the assignment, she thought grimly.
"Come along, Caesar," he added, causing Tami's pulse to
leap with anxiety. Why was the damn dog necessary? Ross took
them into a large
laundry room by the greenhouse at the back of the
residence. She noted a dog cage in the corner and relaxed. "I
know you felt
unsafe with Caesar running loose while I was gone
yesterday, and took great offense at being locked out of the house.
for your peace of mind, we're going to use the dog cage
while I'm out. But I have to tell you that it hasn't been used since
guy was a pup being housetrained. I want to make sure it's
strong enough to hold in the event he gets agitated. Would you mind
and giving it some good shoves from the inside to make
sure it holds together?"
"Me? Get in the dog cage?," Tami said incredulously. "Remember,
it is your own
safety that's at stake," Ross purred. Tami thought for
a second. Getting humped by the cretinous canine had been one of the
points of her life, so whatever was necessary to minimize
her contact with him was fine. She crawled into the tight confines and
shut the door behind her. Tami banged with her hands
and pushed with her feet. The metal box was rock solid. Despite
the fact that
it was open mesh, she felt a little claustrophobic and more
than a little embarrassed to see the Rottweiler sniffing curiously around
she occupied his cage. "It's good and strong, Mr. Ross,"
she called out. "Fine," the lawyer replied. "Then you should feel
secure in there until I return."
He turned to go. "WHAT? This isn't the least bit funny.
Let me out of here
right now!," Tami shouted. Ross came around to the front
of the cage to be face to face with her. "Miss Smithers, I have always
grave doubts about your honesty. The fact that you rifled
through my daughter's personal belongings on your first night here might
been attributable to curiosity about how a normal girl
lives. But when I came home last night to discover that you had been
my library I became downright alarmed. I don't know
if you are looking to steal valuables or simply get dirt on myself or my
daughter that you think you can use to your advantage. But
given your propensities, I think the safest place to keep you while I'm not
present is under lock and key. Goodbye."
Ross walked out. "GET BACK HERE!," Tami yelled, rattling the cage.
miserable…you can't treat a human being like this!"
There was no response. Tami heard the front door slam, then silence.
of her strength, she pushed, pulled, and pounded on
the metal bars. It was no use. As she had verified, the enclosure
excellent shape. It was also so small that Tami was forced to
remain on her hands and knees, and was unable to even turn around. A
the bottom provided some comfort, but she was
otherwise stuck, looking at a blank white wall. "ROSS!," she howled.
listened intently. Only the ticking of a distant clock could be
Tami took deep breaths to calm herself. Just another technique to break
she told herself. Ross would be back in what, two hours?
Three? Whenever it suited him? On the bright side, she wasn't
hurt, like yesterday, or publicly humiliated. But she
was now confined for an indefinite period, unable to help herself. She
believe Ross would go this far. What if the house caught
on fire? She would be roasted alive! What if burglars came in?
they do to a naked, defenseless girl? She banged again on
the bars. She heard paws padding down the hallway and assumed Caesar
back in to look at her. "Stupid asshole dog!," she
vented. "Your horny, ugly, drooling, miserable butt should be in here!
I'm a person! I'm a per…son!" Tami's anger lost
momentum as she yelled at the dog and turned into a sob. No matter how
told herself that this was all a plot of Ross', there
was no getting around the fact that she, an honor student, young, beautiful
fit, beloved by friends and family, was going to be
spending the foreseeable future locked in a dog crate.
Plus, she had verified that Ross was tracking her. How had he known
snooping? Were there cameras or could he tell simply
by finding a dress or a book slightly out of place? How dare he accuse
being a thief and a spy? What was she supposed to do with
herself when she wasn't needed for the purposes of abject humiliation; stare
the walls? She was shaken by a fresh sob as she realized
she WAS staring at a wall. With the whole afternoon and evening ahead
she was already feeling crushed. She knew that Ross
was escalating, according to his plan, so that whatever lay ahead would be
worse. Her muscles were beginning to ache and she couldn't
move much to relieve them.
After about thirty minutes it all broke loose. The months of calculated
degradation. The thinly veiled hatred and suspicion. The
constant pressure not to slip up, even for a second. Tami was now alone.
Utterly alone, utterly helpless. Under the control of a man no
doubt leading prayers at this very moment, respected in ways she could never
dream of, while hiding a dark soul underneath. Ross was
her opposite, the conservative and perfectly well-mannered family man on
outside, with a sadistic core bubbling over with horrible
schemes to destroy her. She, on the other hand, was endlessly derided
outward appearance, but good-hearted, generous and
loving on the inside. It was all so unfair! Tami burst into uncontrollable
sobs. "I don't want to do this! I hate this! I hate you
You're so awful! I want to go home!"
After fifteen minutes she'd cried herself out. The same uncaring silence
enveloped her as she lay motionless in the bottom of the dog
cage. She was at such a nadir that she at first couldn't process the
footsteps in the hallway. Was Ross back? This early? Had
someone broken in? Unable to see behind her, a wave of panic rose as
neared. She felt incredibly vulnerable with her bare
behind presented to the doorway and no ability to escape. "Ah, there
she is," a
familiar voice said. McMasters! She didn't know
whether to be happy or terrified. "Mr. McMasters, please let me out
she begged in a cracking voice. McMasters laughed.
"What makes you think I have the key?" He came over and sat casually
on top of
the cage, looking down at the trapped girl. Tami was
just able to cock her head back enough to look up at his smiling face.
makeup job," he said, referring to the black lines
subdividing her. "Waterproof, I see." He was right. Her
still retained a sharp black line down the center. What if this
was permanent marker? How would she explain a faded stripe down her
she got to her new job at the end of the term?
McMasters lit a cigarette and Tami coughed as the smoke drifted into her
prison. What kind of medical researcher sucked down
unfiltered Camels, she wondered. "Please, Mr. McMasters, if you don’t
key can you cut the lock off?," Tami begged. "Actually,
there is no lock," McMasters chuckled. "Just a good strong latching
I need you to stay in there for the time being,
however. You're ideally situated for a little experiment."
McMasters got up and walked away. Tami could not see where he went,
the sounds of a box being opened. To her horror, she
also heard other voices. "Is there an outlet nearby?" "Shoot,
didn't think of
that." "Try over by the washing machine." "We'll have to
move the cage, the cord isn't that long." McMasters reappeared on her
side. Another man was with him, leaning over to look in
her face. The other man gave a low whistle. "I heard she was
hoo-wee!," he said in a Texas twang. "This is Mr.
Fleming," McMasters said. "And over there are Dr. Hoekstra and Mr.
Tami cocked her head to the left to see two more men,
both in their late fifties, looking in at her like a newly captured specimen.
"Let's heft this thing over there," McMasters suggested. The men each
corner and raised the caged girl off the floor. "She's a
lightweight," Kelleher commented as they carried her to the other end of
room. "Yep," Fleming agreed. "Not an ounce of fat on
her." Tami didn’t appreciate being rocked back and forth and found
humiliating to be moved while boxed. "Please let me
out! I promise, I'll do whatever you need me to do," she pleaded.
way it's nice and convenient," said McMasters as she was
set down. "You're already in the right position, and we wouldn't want
jerking suddenly and unplugging anything during the
course of the test."
Tami looked to see what Dr. Hoekstra had removed from a case. It appeared
nothing more complicated than a metallic rod with
an electric cord attached. Set in a black plastic base, it was about
long and no thicker than a pencil. Her eyes widened with
fear as he dabbed the rounded tip with lubricant while the cord swung merrily
free. "Now you'll see why I call this my Magic Wand,"
Hoekstra said to the men as he walked over and plugged it in to the outlet.
"NO!," Tami shrieked as he approached her from the rear.
"Cage WAS a good idea," Kelleher muttered as the panicky nude became visibly
agitated. "Just relax," said McMasters, more as a
command than a soothing statement. The dildo was slim enough to easily
through the mesh without opening the door. In the tight
confines of the cage there was nothing Tami could do to avoid being penetrated.
Hoekstra pushed the full length of the sex toy into her
then said, "Okay, start the clock." He twisted a knob at the end of
and Tami felt a weird tingle in her genitals. It was raw
electricity! Hoekstra waited a few seconds then said, "Let's try a
more." Another twist and the tingle grew stronger.
Tami gasped at the sensation. It was not exactly painful, but intense,
and entirely out of her control. As it grew more powerful
she grabbed at the bars of the cage for support. To her surprise, a
spark crackled from her fingers as they contacted the metal.
"Careful," Dr. Hoekstra warned. "You're carrying a fair amount of current
the moment." Tami felt increasing heat in her vagina,
and a gentle prickling all along the length of the device. She also
something else. From nowhere, an orgasm was building quickly
as the voltage passed directly into some of her most sensitive nerve endings.
Terrified, but unable to move a muscle for fear of another
shock, she quivered as the strangest climax of her young life rose at a
startling pace. Her whole body was now reacting to the electrical
intruder. Sweat began to bead on her forehead and her heart thundered
chest. Yet there was nothing sexual or even
mechanical about this situation. She wasn't being stimulated by pressure
moving object. The relatively thin dildo, her moist
vaginal walls, and some good Northeast Utilities amperage were all that was
necessary to push her into an agonized ecstasy.
It was all happening fast and there was nothing she could do to avoid it.
Orgasm hit without passion or pleasure.
BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. There was no stopping the contractions.
realized that she would keep coming as long as
the device remained in her. Her neurons were being fired by the device,
overrode any ability she had to stop orgasming. It had
taken charge of her, literally. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. Tami's
demanding that she breathe but she couldn't.
Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the observers noted a bright
pink flush to her skin.
BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. She couldn't speak or cry out. Her
unnaturally and her mouth hung wide open,
tongue rigid in a silent scream. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP.
Hoekstra casually took a pencil out of his pocket and poked it into
the cage to
flip a switch on the rear of the dildo. Suddenly the
sensation stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Tami collapsed, face
gulping air in giant gasps. Hoekstra unceremoniously
whisked the mechanism out of her and unplugged it from the wall. "What
time?," Tami dimly heard him ask. "Thirty three
seconds until the onset of orgasm," McMasters replied. "Yeah, and I
off easy for the first ten seconds or so," Dr. Hoekstra
said. "We could probably get it down to fifteen seconds tops from insertion
orgasm with a little practice. Now do you see why it's
called the Magic Wand?"
"But what possible market could there be for such a monster?," Kelleher asked
skeptically. "Most people want to enjoy sex, to draw it
out. Women particularly want foreplay. Using that thing would
be like eating a
bowl of ice cream in one gulp!" Hoekstra laughed.
"How many people are HAVING sex these days? The marriage rate is down,
is worried about AIDS, and folks are working
more hours than ever. A married couple gets home, deals with the kids,
falls asleep on the couch before "Survivor" starts. Does a
single gal have time to get off her job at 7:00, eat, go out to a bar, meet
guy, get to know him, and get nailed before she gets in bed at
11:00 to get up at 5:30 the next day? No! This little beauty gives
release in the shortest possible time. Sure, it may need a few
tweaks, but it means that a whole romantic evening can be compressed into
than a minute, if necessary. And let's face it, even with
a guy she doesn't even have a guarantee that Romeo is going to get the job
before he rolls off her and falls asleep. This baby can't
miss! With the optional automotive power converter, waiting at a red
never be the same!"
Tami still lay limp in the cage, sweat pouring down her sides. Her
ringing and she tasted copper in her mouth. The lively
conversation went on as if she wasn't even there. "Okay," said the
still-doubtful Kelleher. "But you demonstrated it on a young woman
who we know through the data is wildly sexually responsive. What about
women? Or old broads?" "Well, I can't do anything
about Miss Smithers' orgasmic tendencies," Hoekstra said. "Frankly,
exactly have a lot of volunteers other than her to test
the prototype. Not many females are willing to make their reproductive
part of an electrical circuit and risk getting their eggs
fried! But remember what I explained before. This has nothing
to do with youth
or responsiveness. We are directly stimulating the
nerves that carry instructions to the brain to orgasm. As long as those
neurological channels are functional it doesn't matter if we're
dealing with Jenna Jameson or Janet Reno. Gentlemen, if you recall the
of this experiment it was to put Miss Smithers in the
least sexual mood possible prior to inserting the device. You yourselves
the library with me and heard her cries of despair and
anger. When we entered this room our actions, as planned, only served
frighten and infuriate her further. Yet half a minute after
the apparatus was inserted into this entirely unreceptive subject she was
blasting out orgasms like a popcorn machine!"
Tami's mind whirled. They had been in the house with her the whole
Listening to her anguish and leaving her to suffer? Of
course, it meant she had never been in danger, but what if she'd blurted out
some horrible confession, thinking she was alone? All part
of Ross' master plan, no doubt. The cage door was opened and an anonymous
patted her on the backside as a signal she should
come out. Tami was still too shaken by the experience to react to the
gesture. Crawling backwards, naked, out of a cage
before four men was hardly a situation worth celebrating, but she was glad
free from the awful confinement. Of course, she
realized that this meant more freedom for McMasters to do things to her.
was sure that he and these other men hadn't made the
trip out just to observe one short demonstration.
Damp, exhausted, and badly shaken, Tami was now formally introduced to the
other men by the gregarious McMasters. "Miss
Smithers, our school has been fortunate over the years to have a number of
generous alumni and supporters. Mr. Kelleher, Mr.
Fleming, and Dr. Hoekstra have all been instrumental, shall I say, in your
research work to date. While Chalfont is a teaching
institution, it has always had a mandate to look at the commercial possibilities
of the products and treatments developed there. With
that in mind, and of course your full cooperation, we want to do some product
testing to determine what our best bets for future
Tami knew full well what was being exploited. She was so close to being
to being out, but these bastards kept trying to break her.
It would be too much to take if she cracked at this point, but how heartless
were they going to be over the next few weeks? The men all
gave warm handshakes to the naked girl who they had just watched get
half-electrocuted in an animal crate. McMasters directed the
group towards the back door. As Tami passed, he said, "I'm not forgetting
$30 an hour rate, by the way, Miss Smithers.
Technically you've been on the clock since you went into the cage. No
a half for weekends, though!"
After being imprisoned in such a hideous fashion, Tami was glad to go outdoors,
even though she was nude and escorted both by
strangers and a man who seemed to be consumed by seeing his most perverted
sexual fantasies in the flesh – her flesh, that is. A van
was parked in the driveway, which Tami immediately recognized as the one
modified by Homer Winant to allow him to drive. She was
a little surprised to see Brendo accompanying the maintenance supervisor,
more than a little concerned given Brendo's usual duty
of preparing her for penetration. Brendo was busy using Winant's lift
to take a
second wheelchair out of the van. Ross introduced
Winant to the guests, although it was clear that he already knew Dr. Hoekstra.
"Thank you for coming, gentlemen," Winant began.
"We've been fortunate enough to be able to do some very exciting
cross-disciplinary projects this year and the motorized wheelchair in
front of you is the result of some of that work. Naturally, I take
interest in ways technology can improve the lives of the disabled.
As you are no doubt aware, in recent years the use of mouthsticks, blowpipes,
and voice recognition have allowed even the most
complete quadriplegics to gain much more mobility, use computers and so forth.
We are well on the way to restoring their ability to
fully participate in society. However, one of the shameful secrets regarding
people suffering partial or full paralysis is sexual
functioning. While some victims lose the ability to feel sensation others
remain just as capable of desiring and achieving carnal
gratification as normally-abled people. And many of those, who are
fortunate enough to have a spouse or partner as I do, are put in
an embarrassing position. They can't stimulate themselves due to their
condition, but if they under the care of family
members or professionals they feel they cannot ask for outside assistance.
Smithers, as the most sexually active person present,
I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it would be to go from, what is it,
thirty orgasms a week to zero, while still having the desire for
that kind of fulfillment? And anyone can be put in that position in
Tami bowed her head. Yep, thirty bucks an hour, thirty orgasms a week.
are my vital stats, gentlemen. Winant zipped over
beside the second wheelchair and patted the seat. Apparently this was
universal signal to Tami to situate herself somewhere she
might otherwise not want to be. Noting a long slit down the center of
fabric covering, she sat down reluctantly. Brendo quickly
appeared at her side. With a roll of duct tape he began tightly strapping
wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair. "Don't be
alarmed," Winant commented. "We're merely replicating quadriplegia for
of displaying the chair's functions. Brendo moved
on to restraining Tami's legs, wrapping the sticky tape thoroughly around
muscular girl and the frame of the seat and footrest.
Not surprisingly, this left the naked girl's legs nicely parted. She
bonds and gulped when she realized how strong they were.
"Replicating quadriplegia," indeed. What they had ensured was that
Tami had no
ability to resist whatever they had planned for her!
Winant produced what looked like a large video game controller, complete with
joystick, and told Tami they were ready to begin. As
Winant fiddled with the buttons, the center of the seat began to vibrate,
at first. When Tami showed no signs of reaction,
Winant increased the intensity with another push on the remote.
was not at all erotic, it felt more like a harsh
drumming. "Can you tell us how it feels, Miss Smithers?," Winant asked.
be trying a number of different parameters and you need
to keep me apprised of how aroused you are." "Well, this isn't arousing
all," Tami said, happy that, for once, someone's little
mechanism didn't have her orgasming all over the place. Winant dutifully
applied different frequencies and areas of coverage to the
girl's nether regions without success. "It's just making my butt and
shake," Tami observed. "That was my fear," Winant said. If
we can't get good contact on the genitals of someone in as good a physical
condition as Miss Smithers, a more obese person confined to a
chair would be a hopeless cause. Okay. Let's go with Plan B."
Brendo rolled the wheelchair back to the van and began making adjustments,
Winant's direction, using pliers and wrenches on
the mechanism below Tami. She was not surprised that when Winant next
the control a dildo rose from the slit below her and
began blindly poking around her perineum. She glumly adjusted herself
it entered her vagina. There was something wrong,
however. It seemed to be not the right size, and at the wrong angle.
pushed the appropriate buttons to get it going in and out
of her, simulating sex, but she could tell immediately that it wasn't going
get the job done. This created a dilemma. Should she tell
him of the shortcomings so that it could be adjusted to get her orgasming
get this over with, or should she be silent and let these
assholes publicly fail in front of their business buddies?
Out of sheer vindictiveness, she opted for the latter course. Brendo
and readjusted the dildo, slightly improving things, but
nothing brought her within range of climax. In the meantime Ross returned.
"Sorry about the little lockup," he said, smiling at the
naked girl now helplessly bound to the wheelchair. "Just had to set
so to speak, to show off the good doctor's little invention
to the maximum advantage. No hard feelings, I hope." He mockingly
hand to the girl who was now in a different kind of
restraint. Tami just glared as her vagina was pointlessly plunged.
businessmen were looking impatiently at each other and
Winant was becoming slightly flustered. Ross inquired as to what was
When it was explained, he smiled. "Miss Smithers
responds very well to vibration, I found. Can you add a little bounce
Winant and Brendo consulted. "At this point, the chair can't both vibrate
do intercourse," Winant said, visibly downcast. "The
motor really only supports one sexual function at a time." "Hmm," said
"Well, why not run the chair over some bumpy ground
while the dildo is operating? It worked when she masturbated in my car on
way up here." Desperate for any solution, Winant used
the remote to get the wheelchair rolling and ran it up and down the driveway.
Tami felt utterly ridiculous, being sent this way and the
other, run around in circles, whizzing past the observers. His car-chasing
instincts triggered, Caesar began lumbering after the
ungainly device, adding to the absurdity of the situation. Whatever
satisfaction she may have derived from Winant's downfall was at
least temporarily balanced by the incongruity of being on a perverse carnival
ride, tits bouncing as she hit the minor bumps of the
"Not enough vibration," Ross mused. "Driveway's too smooth. You
rough road - or maybe run her along the gravel shoulder
out front here." "You figure that's safe?," Winant asked. "Heck,
afternoon there's hardly any traffic," Ross replied. "You
can control her from the van and maybe build up some good speed going downhill."
Tami couldn't quite process what was going on.
But in no time the men were piling into the van. Winant drove and Brendo
the remote in the passenger seat. The businessmen
sat in the back, looking out of the windows, and Ross and McMasters took
rearmost seat. Tami was left alone. At least for a
moment. The van drove past and Tami felt a jerk as the chair began
to move. It
trundled down the driveway behind the big vehicle.
The gate swung open automatically, and the van headed out to the main road.
Strapped down, Tami could do nothing to avoid following. Brendo had
stuck out of the side window, watching her progress as
he operated the chair. Reaching the main road, the van stopped and
put on its
turn signal. Tami was pulled up close to the rear
bumper. The van sat for an inordinate amount of time, given that the
clear. The men were apparently discussing how
exactly to proceed while the young nude sucked down their exhaust fumes.
Finally, the van pulled out slowly and Tami kept pace
alongside it on the gravel shoulder. Under Brendo's control, the dildo
popping into her vigorously. The ride was uneven and
dangerous as the chair rocked and bumped over the potholed surface.
speed of the chair on level ground was just a few
miles an hour, but they soon had Tami going downhill, picking up speed rapidly.
Comfortably crawling along the smooth blacktop road,
the men watched her out of the van windows like senior citizens on a bus
Teeth rattling, eyeballs jouncing, Tami began to feel
sick. Bound naked to a wheelchair, on a public road, she jostled violently
worried that the whole thing would tip over. She had no
means to protect herself if it did. But the scientists, businessmen
attorney all had interests that outweighed her desire for
comfort and safety. They also knew her genitals better than she did.
to her G-spot were doing the trick. No more than three
hundred yards from Ross' house a familiar sound split the quiet of the
countryside. "AAAAAAH! BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP.
The van did a U-turn and Brendo courteously deactivated the dildo and directed
Tami's chair up onto the asphalt to follow behind.
Fortunately only a car or two came the other direction, and they went past
quickly they probably never even saw Tami. Still, she was
in close to the rear of the van again and rapidly adding carbon monoxide
poisoning to the motion sickness she had suffered on her
downhill ride. The van parked around back again, and Tami was pulled
up next to
it. Her head was spinning as Brendo hopped out
and began matter-of-factly undoing the tape. As relieved as she was
released, she yelped as the sticky substance yanked out the
hairs on her arms as it was unwound. The other men got out of the vehicle
Tami could hear them grumbling even as her eyes
filled with water due to the pain of the procedure and she fought back a
The presentation had clearly been a dud. Kelleher, chewing a toothpick,
downright mean-spirited in his remarks. "So our
handicapper wants to get off discreetly. All they need to do is get
undressed, somehow, head down to the main road and
hope they don't wind up upside down in a ditch with a dildo sticking out
them! Can't imagine too many straight fellows would
appreciate the dildo option, either. This thing works strictly for
young men are far more likely to be paralyzed through
accident or injury than young women are! Look, guys, I appreciate the
ass show, but it's not enough to sell me on further
funding of the product!"
As Brendo released Tami's legs, McMasters held up his hands and attempted
placate the businessmen. "Please, this is all new
ground and we're trying to accumulate data as quickly as we can. As
Hoekstra himself said earlier, volunteers like Miss Smithers
are hard to come by. In fact, we are about the only institution in
that can perform this kind of testing, thanks to her. We are
certainly sensitive to your concerns, but I think our next set of features
we will display address some of them. Homer?"
"Yes," Winant began. "We are in fact working on robotic arms for the
can dress and undress the user, which from a
day-to-day standpoint really is more important for toilet and washing purposes
than for sex. We are all fortunate that we don’t have to
face the humiliating prospect of having an audience when we urinate or move
bowels." Ross smiled knowingly at Tami, who was
struggling to reestablish circulation in her extremities and keep from
up. "Eliminating the need for another person to wipe
the bottom or pull the pants up will be a considerable addition to the quality
of life of a paralytic. Understandably, we cannot
demonstrate this feature on Miss Smithers since getting dressed would violate
her religion. But trust me, with appropriate Velcro
fasteners on the clothing the robotic arms can dress and undress, wash, and
a person on and off a toilet."
Winant paused as Brendo again attacked the underside of Tami's chair with
wrenches and screwdrivers. "As for the "strictly female"
issue, what we're about to show you is our breakthrough innovation for helping
disabled man have a complete relationship. Funnily
enough, it derived out of one of our earliest initiatives, an innocent attempt
to modify the chair to push a seated person into a standing
position. One day I happened to catch a couple of my assistants joyriding
the prototype, with the lift and lower mechanism operating
at top speed. It occurred to me, with a few tweaks, that a man capable
erection sitting in such a chair could in fact use the lift device
to move his pelvic region in such a fashion as to put him in control of sexual
intercourse. With Miss Smithers' assistance I'll show you
just how effective this method can be."
Tami stared at Winant, mouth agape. Then she noticed Brendo retrieving
strap-on dildo from the van. "Don't worry, Tami," Winant
chuckled. "Modesty IS an issue for me, and I'm sure these gentlemen
interested in what's between my legs." Brendo lifted
Winant under the arms and the maintenance supervisor quickly belted the device
around his hips. Brendo then carried Winant over
to the specialized chair. Winant took a tube of lubricating jelly from
shirt pocket and began to grease the formidable plastic penis
with the same level of detachment as if he'd been oiling a hinge.
his description of the chair's features. "The mechanism
can be worked either by hand-held remote, hard-wired joystick attached to
chair arm, or, most exciting of all, voice command." He
picked up the remote and patted his thigh. "Come sit on my lap, Miss
Tami uncertainly perched herself on Winant's legs with her back to him.
sorry," Winant laughed. "I have this impulse to try to
preserve your dignity which I suppose is kind of ridiculous. I should
said, climb onto the dildo." The other men were still
chortling over the misunderstanding as Tami reluctantly positioned herself
monstrosity protruding from her boss' crotch and
began lowering herself. She noticed that the object was not shaped like
penis, but was rather squarish with bulges in the center and
at the very tip. With two hands on the arm rests to support her weight, she
again experienced the complete incongruity of being
vaginally penetrated in the great outdoors before a group of fully dressed
spectators. The position was awkward for her and the dildo
seemed to go on forever. There was total silence, punctuated only by
occasional gasp or squeak as she slowly descended the full
length of plastic. Finally she encountered the soft warmth of
corduroys. This was as close to wearing clothes as she ever got
– the vicarious thrill of touching someone else's garments.
She did not sit still for long. With the push of a button, Winant began
oscillation of the seat. Ever the gentleman, he kept his
hands by his sides rather than submitting to the impulse to take hold of
partner. Tami felt ridiculous, as if she was on some stupid
amusement park ride, bobbing up a foot in the air, then down. She could
Winant manipulating the remote but he was clearly
increasing the tempo. Her hair and breasts began to bounce in unison
as he took
her up to two thrusts per second.
The situation may have been artificial and absurd to Tami's brain, but from
vagina's perspective, a nice big cock was pounding into
her at just the right speed. There was something weird about the dildo.
odd configuration seemed to be hitting just the right spots
inside her. "Oh, God," she moaned. "I can't check the nipples,"
announced. "How are we doing for stimulation?" The other men
crowded around, trying to get a good look at the girl's tits as they rose
fell. Not wanting to make his colleagues seasick, Winant
dialed back the intensity just as Tami was wishing it would speed up.
a Hereford's horns," came back the report from Mr.
Fleming. "Good, good," said Winant. "Now let me demonstrate the
He came to a complete stop, leaving the panting, frustrated girl impaled
helplessly as he twiddled with the controls. The joystick
allowed for one finger operation, Winant pointed out, and left the hands
roam once a pleasurable tempo was achieved. He
demonstrated the various ways the chair could be tilted to achieve stimulation
of different areas. Tami was once again building to
orgasm when he abruptly shut things down. It made no difference to
he was only receiving the mild pleasure of a pretty girl
bouncing in his lap. Tami squirmed like a bug pinned to a board.
demonstrate voice command," Winant said, putting on the
headset and turning on the microphone. "Let's make love, nice and easy."
chair began working slowly again, raising the couple as
if they were bodysurfing in the ocean. "Oooh," moaned Tami. Kelleher
toothpick out of his mouth. "C'mon, we've already seen
that. Let's see how fast can you get this thing going!" he barked impatiently.
"Faster," Winant said, and the motor began pounding out
RPMs. "Faster," he said again, and they were back up to two thrusts
"Faster." Now Tami was getting pounded, the tip of the
strange artificial dick slamming into her cervix. Orgasm was again
away, but she was concerned about getting hurt. "I want
to get off!," she screamed.
Instead of stopping, the machine somehow found yet another gear. The
whined and Tami's breasts, which had once gently
jounced in response to the pistoning action, were now practically a blur,
her body shook like a rag doll being worried by a dog. The
enormous dildo was an anchor now, keeping her from flying off into space.
cries were unintelligible, but luckily there was no
mistaking the strident chirp of the orgasm monitor. By the fifteenth
observers were looking at each other in amazement.
Tami wasn't sure how Winant stopped the machine this time. She was
too far gone
even to hear a vocal command. As her senses
reasserted themselves and she came to rest with a final plop on her boss'
she became aware that the men were laughing
uproariously. "Miss…Miss...ha ha…Miss Smithers," the bemused Winant
to explain," I should have...tee hee…should have
mentioned that we've programmed certain slang phrases into the machine as
Can't expect people to use the Queen's English
under these circumstances. I'm afraid your little comment got
Still, no harm, no foul, right?"
Tami didn't answer, but instead tried to raise herself off the sex toy and
escape. She underestimated the depth of penetration, however,
and how much the thunderous orgasm had drained her. Three quarters of
off she slid back down again, precipitating more
hilarity from the onlookers. "Looks like y'all got a repeat customer,
Homer," Fleming observed. "She's comin' back for more!"
"Let me help you Tami," Winant said, activating the chair's feature that
the user into a standing position. Still limp with
exhaustion, Tami quickly found herself horizontal to the big dick. She
so slow to react to the movement that she ended up
doggie-style, with her hands on the ground. This was the position from
she now more or less crawled to freedom.
Kelleher had gone from being gruff to ecstatic. "With all due respect
Magic Wand, Dr. H, all other non-electric dildos are
obsolete!," he cried, pointing to the device as it popped out of Tami back
the warm sunlight. "Our competitors have never gotten
past the presumption that the penis was the perfect shape for the device,
thanks to Chalfont's research we were able to create a
design based on the nerve clusters within the vagina. Look at the effect!"
Tami had collapsed face-down on the pavement, butt pointed
to the sky. "I just hope we haven't made men obsolete," Winant said
wryly as he
unstrapped the instrument of Tami's ecstasy. Kelleher
was still bubbling with enthusiasm. "It'll cost no more to produce than
conventional marital aid, but the patented design means pure
profit!" "And royalties," McMasters chimed in. Fleming couldn't
take his eyes
off of the flushed, naked girl who had dusted driveway
grime off of her knees and was now trying to put her hair back in some kind
order. It was easy to overlook the black lines on her torso
given her engorged lips, erect nipples, and hugely dilated pupils. Tami
unselfconsciously panted to get her breath back
Dr. Hoekstra now seemed the least impressed of the observers. "Suppose
wants to do something other than look at the back of
his lady's head," he groused, scratching his beard. "Seems to
me this thing
doesn't work for face-to-face relations." "Not at all," Winant
countered. "There is enough room for the woman to slip her legs down
between the seat and the wheels. An athletic girl like
Tami could even put her legs over the gentleman's shoulders." Hoekstra
doubtfully at the leg holes. "Why don't you try it out
yourself?," McMasters urged, in his best used car salesman tone. "No,
Hoekstra said with a wave of his hand. "I'm a married
man." "So am I," laughed Winant, holding up his ring as evidence.
my perspective there is no more sexual contact here
than there would be in a game of touch football. You've seen the tapes
Smithers gets mechanical stimulation to a much greater
degree on a weekly basis." Hoekstra stroked his chin. "Well, I
guess if my
company's buying the thing I should at least get first hand
experience with it…"
The ever-efficient Brendo had already produced another identical strap-on
was putting a light layer of lubricant on the head. The
elderly doctor clearly felt a little ridiculous as the unusual phallus was
fastened around his hips. He settled in the wheelchair and the
plastic pole protruded like a bayonet awaiting the enemy's charge. Tami
what was expected of her and went ahead before the
order could be issued. She climbed aboard, holding the back of the
chair as she
guided her legs down the sides and her vagina onto the
dildo. The resulting position was unexpectedly intimate. Her
whole torso was
pressed against Hoekstra's, and she had to hold her head
back to avoid cheek to cheek contact. Winant operated the remote and
herself grinding against the length of the doctor as
they rose and fell together. He smelled vaguely of gin and tonic and
tickled everywhere it touched.
Unlike Winant, Hoekstra had no compunction about holding on to Tami.
liver-spotted hands grabbed her ass and even helped
guide the penetration. Tami was being too stimulated by the dildo
and besides, it didn't seem so awful given that her
breasts and face were rubbing all over his face and upper body. Still,
aware that her limitations were being further eroded.
The line between "equipment demonstration" and actual sex was about at its
limit. But damn, this dildo was amazing! So much so
that she could set aside the revolting conditions and just concentrate on
pleasure it produced. "UMM! AAH! OH YEAH!"
Around the chair, the other men watched with interest. Fleming was
taken by the young redhead. "Wherever did you find a
magnificent creature like this?," he asked Winant. "Oh, she just kind
into our laps!," the maintenance man replied, and everyone
had a good chuckle. On Hoekstra's lap, fingers digging into the back
wheelchair, breasts unavoidably and unabashedly slapping
and squashing all over his ruddy cheeks and white beard, Tami Smithers prepared
for orgasm. Trying to maintain some control of the
bouncing girl, the doctor's bony hands dug deep into her asscheeks, pulling
wide open and letting a brisk afternoon wind into her
rectum. Unbeknownst to her, his fingertips would leave ten distinctive
on her behind, leaving no doubt to the many observers
who would see her bottom later as to what kind of activity she had engaged
her weekend away from campus.
BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!* BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!* In the throes of
pressed herself even harder against the
doctor, grinding into him like a lapdancer behind on her rent. His
had never been on the receiving end of such an
outpouring of sexual energy, since sex in his youth had consisted of a furtive
quickie in the back of a DeSoto. Fascinated, he put his ear
to her neck and listened to her galloping heart. His nose in the hollow
shoulder, he drank in her delicate smell and felt the
smoothness and warmth of her skin. Her breathing was so ragged it sounded
almost like a sob. The exhausted girl gradually regained
her senses and again had the task of getting off the special dildo, this
while also extricating herself from the legholes down the side
of the chair. She was too tired to object when the men came forward
her, grabbing onto whatever body part was handy and
pulling her free like a cork coming out of a wine bottle.
Tami's legs quivered like a newborn foal as she was set back on the ground.
While the other men helped the thoroughly rumpled Dr.
Hoekstra out of the wheelchair, Tami noted Fleming ducking back into the
and emerging with a briefcase. She was now getting
the dim understanding that each of the businessmen had brought some kind
dildo to test on her. She had survived Hoekstra's
electric rod and Kelleher's bulbous monster. What did Fleming have
in store for
her? The same question was apparently occurring to
the other men. "The floor's yours, Harv," McMasters said. Fleming
bolo tie around his neck. "Well, I don't mean to sound
inhospitable or anythin', but I'm afraid my invention still in the early
development stage." Tami felt a wave of relief. Maybe Fleming
didn't intend to actually use it on her!
The Texan fiddled with his tie again and looked at Tami. There was
wholly unsettling in the way he regarded her. Tami
was used to seeing surprise, disgust and even occasionally pity in people's
eyes. She was also accustomed to the same impersonal
ogling that strippers endure, where strangers simply revel in the novelty
delight of seeing bare sex organs, without taking any real
interest in the person to whom the organs are attached. Fleming's look
different. It was the intense, focused stare of a man who
had spotted the woman of his dreams. With the right person, across a
room, such a look could be the beginning of a
love-at-first-sight relationship. But the bug-eyed, portly, powder-blue
58 year-old could hardly stir the reciprocal emotion in
"What I'm sayin' is, we're at a highly experimental phase with the polymers.
believe we've already got the most lifelike feeling any
dildo ever produced, but I still want to keep it under wraps. Not that
any of y'all's integrity." "Very well," said McMasters. "So
you won't need our subject's services today?" Tami's surge of joy was
as Fleming waved a fat hand in the air. "Now hold on!
That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is I need to test in private.
don't even want Miss Smothers to get a look at this thing.
It's kinda held together with duct tape and balin' wire, if you know what
mean, and I don't want anyone seeing how the various gels
and plastics interact. Y'all have patents pending, I know, but mine
Ross shrugged. " I can't have any gels spilling on the floor inside
but you're welcome to use the equipment shed. You can
close the door for privacy." "What are you going to do about the girl?,"
Kelleher asked. "Blindfold?" Fleming shook his head. "Not
enough. No way of telling if she can still get a line of sight.
I need some
kind of hood." The men wandered over towards the little barn
to see what could be used to cover Tami's head. A cardboard box was
clearly was too likely to fall off during the sexual
activity. An empty plastic topsoil bag was considered and rejected,
it would pose a danger of suffocation and leave the
redhead filthy, but because it had small tears that might have allowed her
see. Finally Ross produced a tall, slim plastic bucket.
"This should work," he said. The men made Tami get on her knees and
was pushed down over her head, hard enough to
make her yelp as her nose was squashed against the side. "Is that good
tight?," Fleming asked. The container was tugged and
turned, causing more pain for the girl as it rubbed against her ears and
forehead and pulled at her hair. Her protests were apparently
muffled by the thick plastic. "Let's try this," a voice suggested and
thump on the upraised bottom of the bucket wedged her
head in to the maximum, bringing tears to her eyes. Unable to breathe
her flattened nose, she gasped for air through her
"Still can't be sure if she can see down," Tami heard Fleming say. "I've
idea," McMasters said. Tami stiffened slightly.
McMasters' ideas tended to run towards abject degradation for her. She
see how that could be possible here. In fact, she
couldn't see at all. The bucket was so tight around her face that she
practically in complete darkness, much less being able to
examine the stealth technology incorporated in Fleming's top-secret strap-on.
Tami remained kneeling, like some perverse altar girl.
Abruptly she became aware of a sensation of warmth near her left nipple.
Suddenly, OUCH! she got burned! She reflexively clapped
her hand over the wounded breast. "Not even a flinch," McMasters said,
fresh drag off of his cigarette. "I'm willing to bet if she
had a line of sight downward she wouldn't have let me use her as an ashtray!"
"Okay, fellas, that's just fine," Fleming said. "Now if you'll be good
to mosey along…" The other men left and Tami heard the
big wooden door close. Her hearing was drastically reduced by her headgear
she thought she heard paper tearing, plastic
crinkling, and maybe even a zipper. Unable to see, she felt around awkwardly
for something to hold onto. Fleming chuckled at the
ridiculous sight of the otherwise naked girl blindly fumbling her way around
room while sporting a bright green bucket on her
head. He took hold of her arm and positioned her standing, bent over,
hands on a worktable. Several minutes passed and she
wondered what kind of trouble he could possibly be having with the dildo.
wished he would hurry up – it gave her the creeps to be
in here alone and sightless with a guy who obviously had more than a scientific
interest in her.
Tami was still thoroughly lubed from her wheelchair activities and her labia
parted easily as the head of the object finally pushed in.
Fleming inserted the whole length at once and she could feel his polyester
rubbing up against her legs. "How's that feel, honey?,"
he asked. "Hits foine," came the muffled response. "Good."
pushing in and out, and Tami did have to admit his dildo
felt incredibly like a real penis. It was even warm, no doubt due to
chemical reaction in the gels. Like Hoekstra, Fleming was not
averse to handling her, and took hold of her hips to keep her in the right
Tami guessed that was okay, since she couldn't see and
it was permissible for sighted people to use touch to guide the visually
No more than a minute or two in, it was clear that the simulated sex was
rough on the out-of-shape entrepreneur. He was soon
puffing like a freight train and Tami could hear him groaning with effort.
After the almost instantaneous stimulation and orgasms the
other devices produced, she felt unlucky that she was stuck in private with
guy who obviously had the hots for her and whose product
just felt like an ordinary dick, but who wasn't up to a vigorous fucking like
Rod had accustomed her to. Fleming, too, must have been
feeling the pressure to bring the girl to orgasm after the impressive displays
of his rivals. He began encouraging her vocally. "C'mon,
darlin' that's good…oh yeah, real nice…you're doin' great…" Meantime,
up the pace. Tami's ability to get into it was
curtailed by the pain and humiliation of wearing the bucket on her
she was further put off by the feeling of his potbelly
rubbing all over her bare butt. She just wanted to get this over with.
someone else's hands, the dildo might have done a decent job,
but Fleming was barely up to the task. So Tami began fucking back,
hips in time to the Texan's feeble thrusts. "Hooee!,"
he responded. "Jesus jiminy, that's a girl!" Tami used the technique
used with the rake, and the jangling handle of the bucket
provided a similar musical accompaniment to her efforts as the clang of the
against the wall.
Fleming now sounded ecstatic, no doubt mistaking her impetus to finish this
idiocy for a passionate response to his technology. "Oh,
baby, look at you go! Give it to me, come on, little filly, you know
it!" Sure enough, her hard work was getting her over the
hump. "UHH!," she groaned into the bucket. She was now slamming
her butt back
and it was only Fleming's 250 pound heft that kept
him from being knocked over. She struggled to get enough air in the
confines and regretted that her multiple recent sexual
encounters had left her feeling weak just when she needed strength and energy
Not only doing all the work, Tami had to listen to what sounded like a rodeo
going on behind her. "HEE-YAH! Oh, Lordy! My gracious
goodness! You go, girl!" When she stiffened to orgasm, she felt
fingers digging deep into her flesh, leaving another set of
small bruises for later observers to speculate on. BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*
weakly, reflecting all of the circumstances.
Fleming seemed exhausted and utterly winded. He lingered for a moment,
weight bearing against her, then slowly pulled the
device out. She stood up and went to try to lift the bucket off of
head. "Nooo!," Fleming cried. "Gotta let me put the ol' X100
away before you get that off."
Tami again heard muffled noises. This time she was almost certain a
involved. "Okay, let's see that purdy lil' face again,"
Fleming said. He helped her push the bucket up and off. The change
Fleming's appearance shocked her. His face was beet red, and
what little hair he had was plastered down with perspriration. He had
suit coat and bolo tie off and unbuttoned his collar.
Something about his manner was even more disturbing. Instead of his
of being eager and edgy and looking at her with a
gleam in his eye, he was relaxed, almost drowsy, and seemed to be trying hard
keep a smile off of his face. His case still sat in the
same spot in the corner, closed up like it had been when she had last seen
A horrible thought occurred to Tami. She knew Fleming wanted her –
had been alone with him, unable to see, and had just
experienced his "amazingly lifelike" dildo. What if…what if he had
his penis instead? How would she have known the
difference? She gulped hard. If he'd used a condom she'd never
know, and she
thought she remembered hearing tearing and crinkling
sounds. She looked more closely at the case. It had metal latches,
Still, there could be an interior case with a zipper.
Tami's mind whirled. Would Ross really subject her to unwanted sex?
rape? Of course, Ross had no control over what had just
happened – Fleming might have tricked him, too. Or was this a mind
the dog cage, where she was left to think the worst
even though no harm would come to her?
The unmistakable beeps of the orgasm monitor had signaled the other men that
test was over, and a knock at the door was
answered by Fleming's "Come in." They couldn't help but laugh as they
around to listen to Tami's debriefing. Her hair still
retained the shape of the bucket, and McMasters couldn't resist saying, "She
looks a little pail!" The disheveled Fleming did his best to
restore his appearance before questioning Tami. "So how was it?," he
"Good and lifelike?" Tami noticed that the twinkle was
back in his eyes. "Very realistic," she said guardedly, thinking carefully
about how she could extract further information about what
really happened. "It was even warm – is there some chemical reaction
gels that causes that?" Fleming looked baffled. "Not that
I'm aware of. Guess it just got heated up in the trunk of the car!
interesting idea – like those handwarmers hunters use, huh? So
you liked it?" "It was okay, I mean, I came and everything." "I'm
glad it was
good for you. Personally, I'm more than satisfied!" He
mopped his brow and wiped around his neck with his handkerchief. "You
Fleming continued, his bulging eyes fixing Tami with
a stare reminiscent of an iguana tracking a juicy insect, "I like the cut
your jib, young lady. Would you be willing to consider a
position as a summer intern at my firm down in Houston? Wouldn't pay
there'd be plenty more product testing
opportunities!" Tami realized she was in a delicate position.
"I'm sorry, I
have other plans for the summer." "Really," said Ross.
"What are they? I'm curious as to how our local nudist plans to blend
life off-campus." Her mind still in a turmoil over what
might have just happened, Tami gulped. "I-I don't think I'm under any
obligation to keep you informed of my whereabouts, Mr. Ross."
"Good heavens," the attorney replied, acting wounded but clearly making a
note of her reticence. "Simply a friendly question
about how one of our top students will be spending her summer. No need
my head off!" "Hell, just keep one of those monitors up
her ass and track her like a migratory goose!," the curmudgeonly Kelleher
grumbled. Ross laughed. "That won't be necessary," he said
with a casual assurance that gave Tami a chill.
All the sexual activity had left Tami with an urgent need to urinate.
regain some control of the situation, in which she may
very well have just had sex with a fat old pervert, and given Ross further
ammunition to continue to put her in jeopardy, she
announced, "Mr. Ross, I need to do number one. Shall do it in your
bed?" Ross feigned bafflement as the other men
looked at Tami in shock. "I'm sorry, Miss Smithers?" "Would you
like me to pee
on your plants?," she asked, her resolve cracking.
"Why no," Ross responded, scratching his head. "Tell you what.
stubborn chalky stain on the lower greenhouse windows –
some sort of alkaloid runoff from the aluminum frame or the paint. I
the acids in your urine could address the situation.
We'll head back in that way and see if it does any good."
Tami reluctantly followed the men, wondering how long Ross had spent planning
her weekend activities. It was all flowing so
seamlessly. She also wondered if Ross' efforts to break her through
having the opposite effect – hardening her to
humiliation. The Tami of August of last year avoided public restrooms
she found it hard to go knowing that other women were
on the other side of the stall. Now she was about to play window washer
her own pee while a group of men looked on. Had she
simply become stronger or was Ross pushing her bluff to such an extreme that
WOULD wind up not needing clothes for the rest of
The greenhouse windows went all the way to ground level. Ross told
press herself against the glass to ensure the stream didn't
wind up in the surrounding dirt. Meanwhile, he and the other men wandered
the structure, ostensibly to gauge the results
without running the risk of being splashed. They assembled right in
her, enjoying the view of the pretty teen's distorted tits
mashed up against the panes. Tami felt it was somehow appropriate that
on the other side of clouded glass from these men,
whose view of her was so occluded and dirty. Her first burst of urine,
cut a clean swath through the residue, allowing the
observers inside an intimate view of the remainder of the process. Tami
idea that her pee was making the window crystal clear
as she did her best to keep her urethra aimed onto it.
When she finished, she stepped back, only to see the faces of the men, crouching
low, through the sparkling pane. She was filled with
revulsion but did her best to act unruffled when the came out to congratulate
her for a fine job. "You should hire yourself out," Fleming
joked. "Put on your card that you DO do windows." "You mean pee-pee,
doo-doo," Dr. Hoekstra commented wryly.
"Speakin' of commercial possibilities," Fleming continued, tossing an arm
the young beauty's shoulders in his best
wheeler-dealer fashion, "I've been thinking about ways to take advantage of
your…ah…unique way of life. Mutually beneficial, of
course. Hear me out on this." The portly entrepreneur was now
the back of the house with the naked girl, literally,
under his wing. "Y'all attract a lot of attention. Let's face
it, fellers will
pay good hard money to see ladies in your condition in go-go
bars. But you're not making a cent for yourself – you're givin' it
Hurts me to the bottom of my profit-maximizing heart.
Now I realize you're following your religion and not trying to cash in, but
believe I have a win-win proposition for you."
Bemused, the other men were walking along behind, within earshot of the oily
businessman and within eyeshot of the undulating
buttocks of the eighteen-year old. "What I propose is this," said Fleming,
stopping suddenly and making a sweeping gesture with his
free hand. "A tattoo on your back advertising Fleming's Love Products.
never see it yourself, only folks tagging along behind
you would." He shot a look at the other men, who burst out laughing.
a walking billboard – a real eyecatcher. I'd be willing
to pay you $75,000 a year as long as you stayed permanently naked and made
reasonable efforts to get out and about in public."
Tami looked at the man in shock. "You want to put an ad for
dildos…permanently…on my skin?" "No, we're not just about dildos.
offer a full line of products for the liberated couple. And no specifics
be mentioned. Let me see…" He turned Tami's back to him
and began approximating the placement of text on her with his hands.
LOVE PRODUCTS in inch-high
letters…probably need to do it in two lines across the top here." Tami
blocking out a large area across her shoulderblades.
"Then down here, smaller type, we could say, "I use them, I love them," or
me about them," "Available at fine adult
establishments"…Needs to be smaller, though, pull people in close to read
Tami broke away from the hands now touching her lower back. "Are you
way are you turning my body into a commercial for
sex toys!" Fleming held up his hand. "Just an offer, Miz Smothers,
for you to
think about. It'd all be tastefully done – nice fancy
typeface if you want it. Seems to me you'd be getting a good living
doing nothing more than walkin' around like you already
do." "Yeah, and having perverts stopping me to ask about vibrating butt
The answer is no!" "Aw, come on, Honey, you'd have
full approval over the final text. Maybe all we put on you is
www.flemingslove.com. Would that be okay? Hell, you young folk
around with tattoos these days. Face it, you're not going to be cutting
fashion in any other way, are you? Seventy five grand
buys a lot of sunscreen, and frankly I don't see you working for any Fortune
company – even one with a casual dress code."
Ross now stepped in. "What exactly IS your objection, Miss Smithers?
I hate to
see one of our students turning down a lucrative job
offer. Given the popularity of tattoos, and the fact that your contemporaries
who wear clothes have no problem advertising any
number of designers and beer manufacturers on their shirts, I'm not sure
grounds you have for opposing to some tasteful mention
of Mr. Fleming's firm."
"It's unthinkable!," Tami cried. "It's sleazy…exploitation! I
lifestyle to be true to nature, not to create marketing
possibilities!" Fleming chuckled. "I just love a good hardball
he said. "Tell you what, I'm willing to up the money. Of
course, in return, you'd need to offer up some more interesting body parts
tattooed." "It's not about money!," Tami fumed. "I don't
care what you're willing to pay, my body's not for sale!" Fleming pouted,
brightened. "Okay, let's talk about something different.
How'd you like to be the Fleming's Girl? You could represent us at
do product demonstrations…" "No," said Tami. "I'm
not interested. I'm a student, I don't need a full-time job!"
"Yes, quite right," said Ross. Tami whirled in shock. Ross was
"In fact, if I remember correctly," the attorney
continued, "your criteria for employment were being on or near campus
too time-consuming. I assume the lie detector was
accurate on that point?" "Y-yes," Tami hesitated, knowing Ross well
another shoe was sure to drop. Ross looked at
Fleming. "Well, unless you can offer something that meets those very
restrictions I think you're out of luck." Fleming
clapped his hands triumphantly. "I've got it! As you might have
haven't been in the marital aids business my whole life.
Matter of fact, I started out running my Daddy's used car business in Lubbock.
We used to do T.V. commercials every week where I'd
walk through the lot and show off the latest creampuffs we had for sale.
to me, what with the Internet, we could do the same
thing with my current products. I'd talk about the product, Miss Smothers'd
show how it works – we'd be the most popular webcam
couple around! We could film a bunch of spots in a weekend – hell,
probably pay just to see the commercials!"
Tami was rapidly going from anger to fear. Fleming was not giving up,
Ross' help she was going to end up getting trapped.
She knew what was coming next – Ross arguing that there was no material
difference between what Fleming was proposing and her
being paid to be filmed masturbating with a dildo at Chalfont. She
could see it
now, her splayed out naked on a bed, pistoning some
dayglo-colored rubber dick into her vagina while Fleming in cowboy boots
Stetson stood in the foreground, barking into the
camera, "Shoot, I'll even throw in some anal love beads at no extra charge!
Miss Smothers' got a set up in her right now! Pull 'em on
out, Honey, and let the folks see how good that feels!"
In her bafflement, for once Tami did the right thing. "Let me think
Mr. Fleming," she said. She saw Ross open his mouth,
pause, and then close it again. He had no reason to insist that her
made instantly. Score one for the Type Four, she
thought. "Okay," said Fleming, pulling out a business card. "Geez,
you've got noplace to stick this. Well, let Henry know your
decision and he can get back to me." The businessmen packed their gear,
Winant, Brendo and McMasters put their things back in
the van. In a matter of minutes the whole group was gone, leaving a
orgasmed young woman alone with her chief
"All right," said Ross, with a clap of his hands. "I'm afraid we've
from your primary mission for the weekend, which is
yardwork." Tami suppressed the urge to laugh. If ONLY I could
yardwork, she thought. "Since you brought the
deplorable state of the pond to my attention, you will no doubt be eager
rectify the situation. I let it drain overnight so that the
accumulation of silt at the bottom could be removed. Help yourself to
wheelbarrow and shovel from the shed and spread the material
you take out in the flowerbeds. Should be as good a fertilizer as your
The last reminder had been thoroughly unnecessary, Tami thought, as she headed
for the outbuilding. She put a shovel in the barrow
and pushed it down to the bottom of the yard. A foul stench was evident
before she reached the site of the pond. To her dismay, it
emanated from the slimy muck that coated the concrete bottom of the ornamental
pool. She would have to get in there, and get her feet
covered with it. Tentatively, she poked the shovel into the green-brown
It sank in a good three inches. The pond wasn't that
large, but it had steep, sloping banks. This was going to be one miserable
Still, it killed time and kept Ross from grilling her more.
It also preserved her dignity from a sexual standpoint, although from a labor
perspective it was about as demeaning as you could get.
Tami stood on the grass and began taking shovelfuls out from around the rim
dumping them in the wheelbarrow. The silt was still
saturated with water, making it heavy and hard to dislodge. It was
difficult to get the stuff out of the barrow and spread around
the flowers. Tami couldn't decide what was worse, the back-breaking
the putrid stench of decaying sediment. When she'd
cleared the banks as best she could, it was time to step in. She walked
carefully, using the shovel to help maintain her footing on the
smooth, slippery concrete. The muck was cold and felt absolutely disgusting
it squished around her feet. How long would it take to
get the smell off of her skin?, she wondered.
Now she had to lug each shovelful back to the bank in order to dump it.
went well, until, carefully negotiating the slick concrete
bank for the thirtieth time, she suddenly lost her footing and fell backwards
with a splat. The ooze cushioned the blow but left her back
coated from head to heel with the horrible, smelly glop. Even her hair
covered in it. Getting back on her feet, she shuddered at the
feeling of gravity pulling the thick, cold sediment down the length of her
She couldn't wait to get done and get into the shower.
Then she remembered. Her medicinal skin treatments had to stay on for
four hours. That left about six hours before she could
wash. As she released more layers of the material, the smell got even
bringing her to the point of retching. There was no
escaping it now, since she herself was carrying a coat of it wherever she
Angry, Tami rolled the barrow down into the pond so that she could avoid
to climb out with every load. When the time came to
empty it, however, she realized she'd made a mistake. The heavy container
almost impossible to push up the slippery side. Tami
strained with all her strength, her feet digging for traction in the soupy
slime. She was halfway up when it happened. Her feet shot out
from under her, and she landed facedown in the mud. Suddenly released
grip, the barrow rolled backwards, flipped on its side,
and deposited its load atop her. Struggling out from under the cart,
now totally covered. Her left ear and both nostrils were
full of gunk, but her first priority was spitting out the healthy portion
had wound up in her mouth. With her hands thick with
muck, she couldn't even wipe it out of her eyes without adding as much as
was taking away.
Tami was forced to roll in the grass in an attempt to wipe off as much of
fetid material as she could. She was well aware that she
looked like a dog rolling around. Her stomach gurgled with the urge
and the taste and grittiness of the sediment would not
leave her mouth. Not only couldn't she wash, she couldn't even go back
Ross' precious house like this! What would she say when
she saw him? Tami looked down at her gleaming brown figure. She
looked like a
chocolate bunny. Still, she thought with bitter irony,
not only wasn't she being sexually abused, she was actually covered up for
Tami returned to her task. If Ross had been watching through the windows
shown no concern regarding any injury or ingestion
of bacteria. She wondered if he had even planned this. A cool
bright sun meant that the material was quickly drying on
her skin. She wondered if she could rub it off once it got dry enough,
effort to do so just smeared grit around. Tami got a good
whiff of herself and realized that she now looked and smelled exactly like
piece of shit. Tears welled in her eyes. That was it. She
been mortified when Ross made her produce feces, but now he had reduced her
the level of shit herself!
Still, Tami scraped and lugged, content to remain in this private hell since
preferred it to whatever unknown horrors Ross might
otherwise visit upon her. When she finished, she realized that she
the hose to wash the equipment, but couldn't clean
herself. Even a shovel and an old wheelbarrow rated higher than her
household! She walked back to the shed and sprayed the
tools off, leaving them to dry in the sun.
Ross must have been keeping track of her, because he came out of the back
as soon as she was done. With him, not surprisingly,
were a group of six or seven people. Tami couldn't decide what was
embarrassing, being seen by strangers in this condition or in
her usual state of nudity. The visitors wrinkled their noses at the
two of the women went so far as to hold handkerchiefs
over their mouths. Tami stood awkwardly, looking like the Creature from
Black Lagoon, not knowing what to do with herself.
"Well, Miss Smithers," said Ross, "it looks like you decided to give yourself
mud bath!" "I slipped," the weird, dripping figure
explained. "So I see," Ross said politely. "Would you mind standing
downwind, while I give these good people a tour? Thank
Giving Tami a wide berth, the visitors walked around the garden while Ross
pointed out items of interest. Tami saw them looking
closely at the roses she had fertilized yesterday, and had no doubt Ross
giving them the full details. A chuckle from the group and
a collective look in her direction affirmed that they were now fully up to
on her defecation schedule. Finally the group returned to
Tami. One of the men spoke to her. "I must say, you've done a
fine job of
organic husbandry here! Nothing but blood, toil, tears, sweat,
and a couple of other substances I won't mention!" The group laughed
while Tami blushed under her layer of mud.
"This is the Flower Club," Ross told Tami by way of introduction. "We
every Sunday afternoon for tea and discussion. You are
welcome to eat with us, but I'm afraid your current condition is a little
unappetizing. I can't allow you inside in that state to clean up,
so…" Ross reached for the hose and began turning on the faucet.
"Um, Mr. Ross,
aren't I supposed to not wash for twenty four hours?,"
Tami hurriedly asked. In a perverse way, she liked spoiling Ross' garden
with her odious presence, and she didn't mind terribly
that her new acquaintances were unable to stand and gawk at her bare vagina.
Ross looked thoughtful for a moment. "You're quite
right. Still, I think the treatments have had sufficient time to work.
have thought your foremost concern would have been
getting your skin back to its natural state." He looked at her skeptically,
then finished cranking the valve to wide open. Before Tami
could protest further, he told her to turn around, pointed the nozzle at
squeezed the trigger. Tami was blasted with an icy
shower that as much blew away the hardened mud by sheer force as it did wash
off. Ross began with her legs and worked upward.
Her buttocks jiggled and flattened under the intense stream. The vicious
torrent next pounded onto her back and she cried out from
both the impact and the cold. "Sorry, needs to be good and strong to
stuff loose," Ross shouted above the gushing water.
Tami bore up as best she could, anxious herself to be rid of the noxious mud.
The downpour hammered against the back of her head,
and the visitors became aware for the first time that the attractive young
emerging before their eyes had red hair. Ross now
rinsed back down her body, leaving clean pink skin as he went. Returning
bottom, he took a few steps forward and aimed the
thunderous discharge directly between the buttocks of the unsuspecting girl
no more than a foot or two away. The force spread
her cheeks, exposing the only skin that had actually remained clean in the
place. As Ross gratuitously rinsed the area, a direct hit
on her anus caused it to open, and Tami received an alfresco enema.
monitor rode the surging surf high into her rectum.
Ross directed the hose away and gave her a moment to recover. Shivering
cold, Tami instinctively voided the water that had
invaded her bowel. The crowd watched with interest as what went up
came down in
Ross stepped back and told her to turn around. The weird half-swamp
creature/half-human complied, turning its filthy front to the
spectators. Although Tami had gotten rid of the water in her rectum,
realized that the monitor had been driven up beyond the
range of her excretory muscles. Before she could sort out that situation,
however, Ross again started on her legs, the hissing stream
spattering against her skin with a sound like bacon frying in pan. Then
directed her to hold out her arms. As he rinsed off her
upper limbs, Tami realized that he was stripteasing her for his friends, leaving
the best parts till last. Sure enough, the water next
exploded into her midsection, jackknifing her body as she recoiled.
to maintain some dignity, she regained an upright
posture, just in time for the attorney to start on her left breast.
flesh danced and bounced wildly under the water pressure.
Ross tossed the tit this way and that, ostensibly to thoroughly clean it
sides, but in reality just to make the girl feel
uncomfortable and ridiculous. The left breast then got its turn to
act as a
punching bag, bobbing on the waves of water pressure. The
spray got in Tami's eyes and she reflexively shut them. She yelped in
Ross scored a direct hit on her nipple, just in time for him
to move up to her face. Ross callously aimed the stream into her open
causing her to gag. As she attempted to simultaneously
spit, swallow and breathe, the rest of her face was blasted clean. Water
up her nose and poured off her hair into her ears so quickly
that it sounded like she was underwater.
Ross held the hose low, at his hip, and aimed with the confidence of a veteran
gardener. To the observers, standing off to the side, it
almost appeared as if he was launching a powerful stream of piss at the girl.
Still spluttering and barely able to see, Tami endured a
rinse from head down as Ross worked his way to the last muddy area.
expertise had ensured she had been left with the equivalent
of a bikini bottom of grime. Ross now obliterated the layer of covering
flick of his wrist. Tami looked down her slightly reddened
skin to see the now familiar black stripe and her clean-shaven pudendum restored
to its usual state of public display. Ross pointed the
hose off to the side momentarily. "Did any get inside you?," he asked.
don't know," Tami answered. In truth, her vagina was still
sticky from banana residue. "Put a finger in and see," the attorney
helpfully. Tami hesitated, then realized she had no
reason to decline. Parting her legs slightly, she winced as she wiggled
index finger in to herself before the interested spectators,
who were now fully appreciating the sleek, muscular form that had just been
carved out of the smelly mud.
When she pulled her finger back out, it was lightly coated with a good gritty
loam. More than one of the Club members found
themselves thinking that the girl's warm, moist sex organ in its present
condition would have the ideal characteristics for planting
orchids. Ross instructed her to turn back around and bend over.
legs…wider…raise your behind." The staunch
churchman quickly had the limber girl in a XXX-rated position, her fully
labia parting under the strain. Tami trembled
visibly from the cold, the difficult posture, and the knowledge of what was
coming. Ross swung the high-pressure stream slowly over
the back of her leg, so that she could once again feel the pounding and
anticipate it reaching her tender genitals. The girl gasped and
her legs quivered as the water approached her most private area – relatively
speaking, of course. Ross again strode forward to ensure
that the cleansing jet had sufficient power to pop the orifice open and sluice
it out thoroughly.
There was a change in the sound of the spray as it entered Tami's reproductive
tract. Instead of surface spattering, it now gurgled like
a pot being rinsed out. Tami felt as if she had sat on top of a fountain,
was almost surprised that water didn't spout out of her
mouth when she opened it to give a cry of discomfort. Ross douched her
after the water ran clear, no doubt out of concern for her
health. When he shut off the flow, the once-repulsive, filthy person
the task of being reintroduced to the Flower Club as a
vibrant, gorgeous, naked young girl, shivering and dripping in the cool
springtime air. Ross commented, "That's the worst of it off, but
we've still got the smell to deal with. There's some soap by the sink
equipment shed. Why don't you go get that and use the hose
to wash yourself thoroughly."
As she walked to the little outbuilding, Tami noticed for the first time
two employees of a catering service were setting out a formal
tea on the picnic table. Formally clad in black and white uniforms,
the man and
woman, both about her age, had clearly watched the
whole spectacle. The slim, dark haired young man's face was animated
openly ogled the redhead as she went past. The girl was
ashen, her eyes darting back and forth as laid out silverware, no doubt
wondering about her own safety in this place. She was a
gorgeous blonde – no doubt the caterer considered physical attractiveness
hiring its staff. Tami felt even more conspicuous
under the gaze of the discomfited girl. Part of her wanted to reassure
shaken blonde, let her know that she was the only person who
would be subjected to gross sexual indignities this afternoon. But
part felt a
strong pang of jealousy that while both she and the
waitress were simply performing jobs in Mr. Ross' pay, the blonde's job
consisted of serving finger sandwiches, while hers consisted of
Tami got the soap and walked back to the hose. She would rather have
away behind a tree to do what she had to do next, but as
a committed nudist had no excuse not to bathe in the open. Tami knew
it was an erotic spectacle to watch a girl lather up and
hose herself down, and could see that every person at the table had oriented
themselves so as to have a good view while they nibbled
canapés and debated the virtues of various types of bark as a mulch.
Nevertheless, she cleaned up, noting that her stripes faded only
slightly despite her efforts with the soap and water. The gushing hose
incredibly phallic under the circumstances, but she had
no choice but to point it at every bare inch of herself. When she was
shook herself to get rid of the excess drops, realizing only
after the fact that Caesar dried himself in the same fashion.
Ross beckoned her over to the table. Now she was pink, scrubbed, and
fresh-smelling, nipples erect, hair slicked back. She awkwardly
perched at the end of one of the benches and the waiter came over and leaned
close to her ear. "Something to drink, madam?" "Um, hot
tea would be nice," Tami shivered. Conversation about horticulture stalled
awkwardly as the naked newcomer took her seat. "So," the
man who had spoken to her earlier eventually said, "I must say I'm a tad
over Henry's ability to secure a source of cultivated
fertilizer for his roses, particularly one so charming. I've won the
ribbon the last three years running but I feel like I'm at a
disadvantage now. One can certainly buy manure of any variety, cow,
but you never can be quite sure as to what the diet of
the animals providing the stuff consisted of. But by controlling what
Henry can alter the mix of nutrients however he
"Now, now, Ron," Ross said, shaking his head. "I'm merely experimenting
sample of Miss Smithers' feces. You make it sound
like it's her full time job!" "Nevertheless," the man replied, "I think
would be gentlemanly of you to level the playing field. Let me
have a similar "sample," as you call it, to take home and apply." "Well,
not up to me," Ross replied, "that depends on Miss
Smithers and her need to evacuate." He looked over at the girl who
cringing at the memory of yesterday's defecatory
debacle. Pinky raised as he nibbled a cookie, he asked, "How about
it? It must
be twenty four hours since your last bowel movement.
Can we make this a fair contest for Mr. Everett?"
Tami looked around the table desperately. The waiter had apparently
to fetch more hot water for her tea, but everyone else
was regarding her with polite expectation. "I don't feel like I need
Tami said, "and the…uh…monitor kind of got pushed up
inside me by the hose." "Oh dear," said Ross. "I hope it's not
up so far that
digestive juices are getting at it. You can't push it down at
all?" Tami tried, but it seemed like the thing was beyond her rectal
In fact she couldn't feel it at all. The girl's face contorted
and reddened as she strained, doing her best to put on a good show without
actually succeeding. It made for an interesting spectacle
amid the stylishly dressed Flower Club members enjoying their elegant meal.
"Sorry," she eventually gasped. "Just have to wait for
nature to take its course."
"A splendid thought for a naturist," Ross said, "but one that makes me look
a bit of a poor sport. Luckily our Club's philosophy is to
give nature a helping hand, when necessary, and we have the botanical know-how
to do it. If you'll excuse me for a moment." Ross got
up, just as the waiter came back out of the house with a steaming pot of
water. Ross stopped and spoke to him for a moment before
proceeding into the garden and snapping a sprig of leaves off of a bush.
Returning to the table, he said, "This is supposed to be a potent
herbal remedy for what ails Miss Smithers. I'll just sprinkle these
her cup, and if this young gentleman would be good
enough to add some water, we can let it steep for a minute then see how
successful it is."
Ross stripped a few dozen of the small leaves off and piled them into Tami's
teacup. As he resumed his seat, the waiter reappeared over
her shoulder. Obviously a tit man, he insinuated himself as close as
to her in the guise of providing attentive but inobtrusive
service. "Pardon my reach, Miss," he murmured, placing a hand lightly
back and practically touching cheek-to-cheek as he bent
to fill her cup. "Will there be anything else?" "No, thank you,"
coldly, anxious to get him, literally, out of her face.
Meanwhile, the water in her cup was turning a bilious yellow. Tami
had no doubt
that her herbal tea was intended to have a laxative
effect so she was not anxious to drink it. She wondered how Ross knew
correct dose was – or if he even did. Ross was in an
animated discussion about aphids and several minutes passed before he noticed
she had not touched her drink. He got up and scooped
the soggy plant material out of her cup with a spoon. "Drink up," he
"Help yourself to cake or cookies if it tastes too bad." All eyes
were on Tami as she took a tentative sip. Yuck! It was incredibly
took a sugary biscuit and bit into it, swirling it around
her mouth to try to chase the sour sensation away. Another sip caused
to pucker involuntarily. "How is it?," asked Everett in
response to her obvious revulsion. "Good! You want to try some?,"
with mean-spirited sarcasm. Her comment got big laughs
from the group, who thought she was making light of the situation. Everett
smiled and held up his hand. "Thank you for the offer, but
I can't run as fast as I used to and I don't want to bet an expensive suit
ability to get to the bathroom after a dose of that stuff!"
Tami looked into the fine china teacup. There were still several swallows
the fearsome liquid left. She was feeling no effects,
however, and maintained hope that the solution was so weak that it would
produce results. The big problem at the moment was the
horrible flavor. She decided the easiest way around that issue was
to gulp down
the rest while holding her breath. One big mouthful
got rid of most of it and she grabbed another cookie to kill the taste.
felt ridiculous in these surroundings. The linen tablecloth
and napkins, silverware, fancy pastries – even a doily in the saucer where
placed the cup – all spoke of refinement, proper manners,
and good taste. And here she was, stark naked and freshly bathed, drinking
solution intended to facilitate her provision of a stool
sample for an amateur gardening enthusiast.
Tami shifted around a little to judge whether anything was happening.
felt normal so she drained the rest. Admittedly, the
hot liquid and her body's shuddering reaction to its taste had helped warm
up. Meanwhile, Ross had mentioned Tami's "Stalking
Wild Plants" class and the club members began including her in the conversation.
They seemed quite interested in her explanation of
how various wild plants could be used for food. Responding to their
intelligent, insightful questions she was able to forget for a moment
that they were total strangers and that she was totally nude. She also
that she had a bellyful of a potent laxative that had
steeped in her cup at least twice as long as was necessary to give thorough
relief. It was while she was emphasizing a point about the
uses of the marshmallow plant that she first felt an internal ballooning
"Actually the root is the most nutritious part. It can be boiled and
like potatoes or any other root vegetable, or…oh, my
goodness!…chewed raw to relieve toothache." Ross saw the same look
face that he'd seen prior to his golf outing yesterday.
Shock, discomfort, and uncertainty mingled together. One hand went
stomach while the other grasped the edge of the table.
"One should need good sturdy boots, I would imagine, to gather a marsh plant,"
one of the women observed. "Tell me, how long do the
roots remain usable after they are harvested?" "They can be dried
almost indefinitely, I think…we didn't
really…oh!…go into that aspect very much." "And what is the appropriate
for storage, whether fresh or dried?" "Fresh you
would need to refrigerate, dried, I…I…I'm having a problem! I need
to go! Oh
my gosh! Mr. Ross!"
The panicky girl turned desperate eyes to her worst enemy. Ross made
a show of
getting up hurriedly. "Great Scott! We need a
container for Miss Smithers to move her bowels into! Find something,
The tea party broke up as the various members went
in search of an appropriate vessel. Her hated bucket from the shed
produced, but rejected since it didn't have a lid. Meanwhile, at
the table, the pressure in Tami's abdomen was growing unbearably. She
sure if the monitor was blocking anything but it felt as
if nothing was moving down out of her stomach. She leaned to the side,
to take some of the weight off of her middle, supporting
herself on her left hand. Her legs scissored together as the discomfort
Meantime, the Flower Club members seemed to be treating the event like a
light-hearted scavenger hunt. They examined flowerpots,
watering jugs, even pesticide jars. Everything was dismissed for one
another. Finally, it was the beautiful waitress who
saved the day, producing a one quart Styrofoam box with a plastic lid that
been used to transport fruit. Tami was helped from the
table and into a squatting position in the grass over the container.
hands helped steady her as paroxysms of pain hit. Her
body, still damp from the hosedown, was no longer chilled. Instead sweat
pouring out of her. "Take it easy, now," Ross
cautioned. "Remember that the monitor will be the first thing out and
have it getting damaged. When things start moving go
nice and slow, let it out gently."
The position and the pressure caused the ball to shift from its unknown location
and slide down Tami's rectum. She could feel its slow
progress until it ultimately settled in its usual spot against her anus.
could now use her muscles to strain but the monitor was
still a significant obstacle. Her squatting posture allowed the observers
watch her sphincter bulge and the white surface of the
device emerge then getting swallowed back up as her muscles relaxed.
she pushed, she got it a little further out. What
started as a few sympathetic words of encouragement rapidly became outright
cheering as the crowd got into the battle. "Push!"
"Attagirl, you've got it going!" "Just a little more, don't quit!"
That's okay, try again!"
No one wanted to help, both to preserve the modesty of the nude girl squatting
in the bright sun, and since whoever released the plug
would likely be drenched in the resulting flow. The pressure and pain
stomach kept getting worse, but she could not force
herself to endure the agony of passing the ball through her tiny butthole.
Finally Everett, feeling guilty that his request had caused
all of this, had had enough. He took off his jacket and rolled
up his sleeves,
then went into the shed and emerged wearing a pair of long
rubber gloves. He crouched by Tami's side, looking like a vet helping
deliver a calf. The suffering girl made no objection as he
used his right hand to adjust her hips and placed his left hand on the back
her right thigh. "Go ahead and push," he instructed.
"You're going to feel my finger inside you." Eyes popping, Tami again
the leading edge of the monitor from her sphincter.
She then felt a textured, latex-covered finger entering her moist vagina.
Everett hooked the finger up, pinning the back side of the ball
through her perineum. Clamping his thumb over the visible external portion
began wiggling the mechanism out. Tami was now
caught between the suffering of having her anus slowly stretched by the overly
careful gardener and the unexpected sensation of
having her G-spot roughly stimulated by the nubbly surface of the glove and
vigorous digging action of Everett's finger inside her.
"No, stop!," Tami squealed, recognizing all too well what was happening in
genitals. "Bear up, young lady, this has to be done,"
Everett said sternly. "Hold on, it's coming!" In the spirit of
Tami began coming too. BEEP*BEEP*BEEP. The monitor
was louder than ever as it was worked free. When it popped loose and
safely in the palm of the glove it abruptly stopped
beeping. Everett's finger was momentarily trapped by a powerful vaginal
contraction but was still able to whisk it out before the flow
started. The herbal remedy had apparently liquefied the contents of
bowels and despite the intense pressure that she was
feeling the fluid came out in controlled stream. Everett again adjusted
hips slightly to ensure that her anus was properly aimed
into the container and Tami filled it with grateful gasps of relief.
While Everett carefully sealed the lid on his prized fertilizer, the pretty
waitress wordlessly handed Tami a handful of paper towels to
wipe herself with. Tami looked at the young woman, so much like herself,
different, like a caged bird enviously watching wildfowl
through the window. A mere accident of chance was all that separated
Under different circumstances it could have been her in
the elegant black uniform watching in amazement as the naked blonde pumped
diarrhea for an appreciative rose fancier. She still
felt the impulse to assure the other girl that she was a perfectly normal
caught up in a web of circumstances that left her
stripped, striped, shaven and shitting.
But was that really true? Were permanent changes being wrought?
the blonde would have broken down crying the night
of the streaking incident, admitted everything, and batted her gorgeous blue
eyes often enough to have gotten off with one term of
academic probation. But Tami was a fighter. She wasn't going
to be the weak
female, begging for mercy. No indeed. Whatever it took,
she was going to win, and win on her terms. Taking stock of herself,
realized she was not so inured to the constant nudity that she
didn't feel ashamed when new people saw her. She knew that any College-
arranged sex exploit still required a deep breath and a
blanking out of her mind before she could go through with it. Yes,
Tami was still inside her, and the real Tami wanted to be
inside a pair of corduroys and a sweater. Of course, that's what made
it all so
hard. It would almost be preferable if Ross really had
broken her, and she simply jerked her legs apart like a marionette whenever
pulled the strings. Still, she'd made it this far through
the year, this far through the weekend. She couldn't lose it all now.
On that ennobling note, Tami finished wiping and took the soiled paper over
the trash can. The waiter, timing his move carefully,
arrived at the can with some food waste at exactly the same moment.
said. "I'm Jay." He did not extend a hand, and Tami
understood why. Her right hand had a big wad of shit-smeared paper
"Hi," she replied, as noncommittally as possible, keeping
her head down. "What's your name?," the ladies' man persisted, a confident
smirk on his face. "Tami," she muttered, dropping the
paper in and cringing as a hovering fly made a beeline for it. "Yeah?,"
whispered conspiratorially. "So what gives with the Lady
Godiva act? These old farts paying you or are you in some kind of trouble?"
Tami wanted to reply "both," but instead she just said, "I'm
getting paid." "Man," said the handsome server, "I can't imagine how
someone would have to pay me to do what you just did.
What's your rate? Some buddies of mine are throwing a bachelor party
would be fuckin' epic if you would come and work it!"
"No, thanks," said Tami. "Technically what I'm doing is scientific research
the College." The waiter laughed. "Research? You just
took a dump in my kiwi fruit box! Listen, tell me who to submit my
and the guys and I will be happy to help you with any
experiments the College wants!" Tami looked desperately over at the
Club, hoping that they would call her away from this
lothario. She caught the eye of one woman, who shot her back a wistful
if to say, "Ah, young love." The attendant had dropped
any semblance of the politesse that he had used on the tea party. "C'mon,
you're hot! Shit, if I could get you and Tina over there
together we could all make a fortune. "Tami and Tina," it even sounds
Tami looked over at the waitress, who was bending over
the table to pick up plates. Her delectable ass pressed up against the
her short skirt and Tami felt a shot of moisture inside her
vagina. The waitress must have sensed their eyes on her because she
over and then approached. The waiter grinned at her
but her countenance was cold. "Leave her alone, Jay," she hissed.
enough problems. Help me gather the utensils." Jay
shrugged at Tami and walked away. She didn't know whether to be grateful
waitress or offended. What she did know was that
the little ice princess now had her cunt in a lather. She could see
liked women in cute little uniforms. Tami watched the
heads of the male Flower Club members turn in unison as the blonde swished
on her trendy platform heels. Amazingly, a pang of
jealousy went through her. All this time hating being the center of
and she still instinctively reacted to being one-upped by
a prettier rival!
The party now broke up. Everett, bearing his precious pail of poop,
to thank Tami once more. "It was nothing," she said
automatically, then blushed. It was now late afternoon, and Tami realized
was in the home stretch. Alone again with Ross, she
noted that he seemed a little downcast. She also realized that her
anal monitor was nowhere in sight. It disturbed her that
none of the Flower Club members had commented or questioned it – it was if
knew about it all along. She wondered if Everett
might have kept it as a souvenir. In any event, she didn't feel compelled
ask Ross about it. Then a wild thought entered her head.
She had survived everything so far – why not get in Ross' face a little bit?
"I don't see my orgasm monitor anywhere, Mr. Ross," she said sweetly.
"Shouldn't it be back in?" Ross gave her a startled look –
another point for the Type Four! "Uh, no, Miss Smithers, that won't
necessary. You've certainly fulfilled Mr. McMasters orgasm
quotient already. An even dozen by my count, that is if you did indeed
when Mr. Everett was extracting the monitor the last
time." The fight wasn't out of Ross yet. "Yes, I did," said Tami,
her brave front be shaken. She gave the attorney a friendly
smile. "If you're telling me we can leave the monitor out I suspect
some other plans for my anus!" Ross did indeed look
uncomfortable for a moment. Then he straightened himself up and smiled.
"Indeed I do, Miss Smithers." He consulted his watch. "In
fact, your friends in the scout troop should start arriving any minute for
follow-up visit. Why don't you head downstairs and get
Tami wondered what getting ready she needed to do. Being nude seemed
about all that was required of her; the actual details of
her activities were in the hands of horny men. Still, she went to the
and waited, hoping for a disappointing turnout. As she
listened, what seemed like a battalion of sneaker-clad youths assembled
upstairs. Ross apparently was giving them some kind of pep
talk, and she heard occasional cheers. Tami wondered if there was a
enviable position for a naked girl to be in – killing time as a
group of teenaged boys were whipped into a frenzy prior to meeting with her.
All too soon, the basement door opened and the lads
Tami was surprised that thirteen of the scouts returned for a second look
in person. After all, little had been left to the
imagination the previous day. They wouldn't even get a chance to touch
today! It turned out that a number of them had brought
cameras, apparently they were now all suddenly working towards that Photography
Merit Badge. Tami quickly found herself in the
midst of a mass photo shoot, feeling like a celebrity attacked by paparazzi.
Except that these kids were shooting close-ups, ostensibly of
the condition of her skin. The two absent boys undoubtedly would need
go through the documentation of the healing process
that their fellow troop members were so thoughtfully providing. Ringed
flash-popping shutterbugs, and under the watchful eye of
Ross for any hesitancy, Tami did her best to respond to a barrage of barked
orders. "Move your legs apart!," "Lift your hair!," "Look
over here," "Keep that hand out of the way!" "Bend down…further...further!"
When the photoshoot was over, Ross stood, looking thoughtfully as the boys
stowed their cameras and the precious film. "We can
develop them over at my house," Adams said enthusiastically. "If you
get the Merit Badge you need lots of practice making
exposures." As the teens prepared to leave Ross held up his hand.
"It seems a
shame to have had so many of you come out just for
this," he said. The scouts looked at each other in confusion.
How could a nude
photo session with a pretty girl be considered a waste of
time? "As long as most of you and Miss Smithers are here I would like
another aspect of our lifesaving in the wild program. Is
that all right with you?" The group nodded. More time with naked
"Recall our discussion on hypothermia and the best way to treat that silent
killer. Mr. Trombley, do you remember the method?" The
shy kid turned bright red, but it was not clear if he did so because he was
being called on to speak or because of some aspect of the
details. "You…undress the victim and get in a sleeping bag with them."
"Exactly! Miss Smithers has saved us that difficult first step
and we certainly have a sleeping bag that we can dedicate to the purpose.
show the effectiveness of the treatment, however, our
subject needs to have a reduced body temperature." Ross reached into
aid kit and took out a thermometer. "Mr. Yu, can you
obtain an initial reading for us?"
The youngster shrugged and stood up. Taking the glass tube from his
scoutmaster, he approached Tami. She obediently opened her
mouth and lifted her tongue in anticipation. Ross chuckled. "Miss
apparently unaware that a proper medical kit uses a
rectal thermometer! Imagine sticking that thing in her mouth with her
chattering, or trying to get a measurement while she's
unconscious! Not a wise idea! Miss Smithers, turn around so everyone
Almost blind with hatred for the pompous attorney,
Tami presented her backside to the boys. "Does she still have that
thing in her but-bottom?," Yu asked, placing his left
hand on her lower back. "Nope, you've got clear sailing in that respect,"
Tami bent over in response to pressure from Mr. Yu's hand. He apparently
some gesture with the thermometer that drew giggles
from his fellow scouts and a sharp "Mr. Yu!" from Ross. Tami felt the
sensation of anal penetration. Tami stood up again, with
the glass tip protruding from her buttocks like a tail. Ross spoke
about hypothermia while the group waited for the
thermometer to register. "The motto is, nobody is dead until they're
dead," he concluded. "How inspiring," Tami thought.
The flip chart again was used, showing a graph with the amount of time it
an unprotected person to enter the danger zone,
dependent on the outside temperature. She wondered how Ross intended
her body temperature but was not inclined to ask.
Mr. Yu extracted the thermometer and verified that Tami was maintaining a
healthy internal temperature of 98.6 degrees. Ross told
him to reinsert it and then took Tami's elbow and began walking her to the
of the rec room. She felt ridiculous, knowing that a
little glass tail was waggling between her buttocks with every step, entirely
visible to the group of scouts following. Ross took her
through a door in the modernized part of the basement into a musty, brick-walled
area, where she stood facing a gleaming steel door
with a small window set inside it. A large walk-in freezer had been
the basement when it was anticipated the old Conservatory
might be used as a conference center. Ross had no use for it generally,
gotten it up and running prior to Tami's arrival. Now
the dial on the gauge outside registered minus 10 degrees Fahrenheit.
Ross pulled the heavy door open and cold air began to pour out. He
politely with his hand, like any proper gentleman
allowing a lady to go ahead of him. Tami gingerly set her foot on the
floor inside, and immediately felt it sucking the heat out
of her body. She turned back to Ross to protest but saw the heavy door
closing behind her. Instinctively she jumped all the
way in to avoid being caught. The door slammed shut. Needles of
penetrated her body instantly. She gasped and a cloud of vapor
emanated from her mouth. The shelves of the freezer were empty, and
illumination came from a single naked bulb, far
overhead. Through the window she could see Ross and the scouts still
around, but her arms were clutched around her so
tightly in an effort to retain some warmth that she could not gesture for
Instinctively she began running in place, at the very
least to keep her feet from frostbite on the mercilessly frigid floor.
Her lungs were so shocked by the sudden change to dry, Arctic air that she
like she could hardly breathe. Even so, she softly cried
out. "Please! It's too cold! Please let me out!" The
scouts looked in
curiously but it was clear that they were not doing so in response to
her pleas – rather simply to watch a pretty naked girl hopping madly.
circled around, desperately searching for some source of
warmth. Then she saw it. Hanging off the end of one of the racks
full-length parka, with thick fur inside. "Ooooh!" It was
torture, absolute torture. The cold was almost unbearable. She
from the tempting sight of the coat only to notice that the
men had gone. There was no one monitoring her! How long would
they leave her
Her muscles were beginning to feel heavy and unresponsive. The cold
pitiless in its penetration, attacking her whole body at once.
Her nose hairs were frozen stiff. Her nipples were tiny brown buds.
lost feeling in the soles of her feet and her hands were
tingling painfully. As she hopped in circles, the coat grew more and
tempting. This was life and death! She could at least put it
on for a minute and hope the scouts didn't come back!
As with the electric dildo, it quickly became hard to tell how much time
passed. The sensations were so intense it soon seemed as if
she'd never been warm in her whole life; never known anything but cold.
starting to feel weak, having expended tremendous
energy in her initial frenzy of activity. It had all been useless.
reigned supreme in here. There was no escape. Well, there
was one escape, but she couldn't use it. No, her goddamned nudism, and
creativity in exploiting it at every turn, ensured that the
coat remained tantalizingly useless.
Tami's joints were now being affected. She was feeling thick and immobile.
There was no need to carve a statute of her – just freeze her
solid. What pose would you like, Mr. Ross? Something masturbatory?
a sled dog next to me instead of Caesar? A memorial
statute of Tami of the North Pole, with the Pole up her vagina, of course.
why not stick the South Pole in her ass while you're at
it? The shock of the cold and the pain were causing her to lose touch
reality. She was now hunched, arms wrapped around her
waist, and the only motion was a tremor of her blue-tinged lips. After
minutes fervently wishing for it, she didn't couldn't
even react when she heard the door opening. The touch of warm hands
on her body
felt so good she gave an involuntary grunt of
pleasure. It took her a moment to realize that Mr. Yu and Mr. Trombley
standing on either side of her, preparing to pick her up.
Feminine modesty and basic human dignity demanded she resist and walk out
own, but she couldn't. She was lugged out like a
piece of furniture.
The warmth was almost too intense. It felt almost like stepping into
even though it was just air. Placed back at the front of the
rec room, still in her bent over attitude, she presented an ideal posture
remove the thermometer. It came out without further ado,
and was held up to the light. "95.8," said Mr. Yu. "Excellent,"
"Into the sleeping bag!" Tami's ability and motivation to
avoid a fate as horrible as a session in a sleeping bag with two nerds was
overcome by the need to get warm. She was lifted again,
turned to horizontal, and slipped into the sack. Trombley crawled down
her, and the smaller Yu slipped in the front. The three
teens made a tight sandwich but Tami could only concentrate on the heat flowing
into her body. It felt so good she could hardly object
to her naked body being subjected to such close confines with undoubtedly
The other scouts couldn't help but giggle at the strange, three-headed monster
wriggling around on the floor. As Tami recovered
through the early stages of hypothermia she again reached the shivering point.
The whole bag began vibrating as the muscular girl
shuddered violently. Her living hot water bottles pressed close to
sensation. Hands were busy on her numb flesh but she
welcomed every touch, soaking in the heat. Ross carefully monitored
situation, and ordered everyone out of the bag before Tami
felt totally recovered. Again the thermometer went up her butt, and
that the fast-acting scouts had restored her temperature
to 97.9. Ross seemed satisfied. "She's out of danger, but we'll
use some brisk
physical exercise to ensure that her body is capable of
generating its own heat. Some jumping jacks, Miss Smithers?"
The full-body exercise put the superbly conditioned young athlete on perfect
display. Her lithe muscles rippled, her firm breasts
bounced, and her vagina popped open with every leg spread. Ross next
had her do
pushups ("Touch those nipples to the floor!"); situps,
with a lucky boy holding her ankles; deep knee bends; and squat thrusts.
he'd exhausted the list of the most humiliating
calisthenics for a nude girl, he'd exhausted the nude girl. She stood
as the rectal temperature gauge was again poked in. 98.4.
"Hot food should finish the job," Ross proclaimed. Thankfully, unlike
previous health demonstrations, there would be no
repetition. The group proceeded upstairs and Ross fired up the outdoor
grill. Not surprisingly, it was a weenie roast, and Tami
soon found herself holding a steaming hotdog while twenty six teenaged eyeballs
waited for her to put it in her mouth. The boys did
their best to be nonchalant about the naked girl at their cookout, but couldn't
always restrain themselves. "What would you like on
your wiener?," the scout doing the serving asked. "Tami!," more than
one of his
troopmates replied under his breath.
Tami declined the offer of a pickle and had no desire for either the Popsicles
and chocolate éclairs offered as dessert. She did wolf down
two hotdogs, however, with as much dignity as a young nude could muster under
the circumstances. The meal could not end, however,
without the appearance, and disappearance, of the rectal thermometer.
affirmed that Tami was now fully recovered, at 98.6. The
scouts were reluctant to leave, until Adams reminded them that they could
develop their film at his house. "I gotta a couple shots that
I can't wait to see!," Kearney enthused. Other troop members grinned
agreement. "What about the law enforcement training you
mentioned?," Holzer asked Ross. "Oh, heavens. That won't take
place until the
Fall sometime. Still, let me know if you're interested
and I'll see what I can arrange. If there is enough demand I could
up a special session just for you." Tami shuddered as
she saw all the heads nodding enthusiastically. "Keep a grip, Tam m'girl,"
told herself. "The only cavity searches those dweebs are
going to be involved in will be at their dentist's office. You'll be
The scouts left sadly, casting many a backward glance, as if to imprint the
redhead's form on their memory forever. Tami, for her part,
was quite drowsy even though it was just 7 P.M.. She wasn't sure if
simply physical and nervous exhaustion, or whether the
lowering of her body temperature was affecting her. Maybe even some
of the herbal tea. In any event, she could hardly keep
her eyes open. This didn't trouble her in the least, since once asleep
off-limits to her host and her weekend of torment would be
over. Ross didn't seem overly downcast as she told him she was going
which troubled her slightly, until she remembered his
advice about never letting a Type Four think they've beaten you. "But
beaten you, Mr. Henry Ross," she told herself as she
trudged up the stairs. "You never laid a glove on me!" For some
last thought struck her as extremely funny and she
couldn't stop giggling. Yet the oppressive tiredness kept her from
of utter glee that she had so richly earned. She toppled
onto the mattress. "Not a glove…not a finger…"
"Out cold, Henry, entirely appropriate considering the way you froze her
McMasters whispered, craning his neck around the
doorframe. Ross flicked on the light, but the nude form on the bare
bed did not
stir. "Still looks pretty hot to me," said Dean Jorgon,
excitedly undoing his pants. Rank demanded that he go first, and he
snatched the box of condoms out of McMasters hand.
"Too bad those students who claim the administration's out of touch with
can't see this," he chuckled as he rolled Tami onto her
back and yanked her ankles apart. Naked and spread on the white slab,
looked like a virgin sacrifice as the august men huddled
around her defenseless body. As Jorgon got down to his underpants, wrinkled
hands aggressively kneaded her tits and probed her
vagina. Scowling, the Dean ordered everyone out. "A little privacy,
this train pulls out of the station!" The others headed
back downstairs, laughing as they said "All aboard!," "Choo-choo!"
Jorgon wondered if the little minx would have been quite so cheeky about
him her genitals if she had known this was coming.
He had been waiting for this moment ever since that display in his office.
girl was not so defiant now, taking deep, even breaths,
her well-formed breasts rising and falling above her visible ribs and concave
stomach. "This is for every one of those sluts who walks
around my campus in a miniskirt, or showing off her pierced bellybutton.
think just because we're old men in suits we don't
notice? And you're the worst of them all! You can only push men
so far!" Now
Jorgon was doing the pushing – shoving his erect penis
into the vagina that had been so generously displayed to him. It felt
he almost forgot his hatred – God, she was beautiful, the
line of her jaw, the soft skin taut over her cheekbone…
It took only minutes for the inevitable to occur. Jorgon climbed down
peeled off the condom. Quite a load – not bad for 63! From
now on, no matter how mouthy she got, he had a little something in the back
his mind to make him smile. "Fuck you, Dean Jorgon!,"
was her attitude. "Consider it taken care of, Miss Smithers!"
Ross came next. He turned his daughter's picture to face the wall.
prosecutor, he knew that sex crimes were about power, not
carnal gratification. This was about punishment and revenge, not lust.
honest, his fixation on destroying the girl's lie had made
her attractiveness immaterial to him. Asleep, she was peaceful and
paused as he thought about the rapists he'd put away
over the years. How stupid could they be, letting their victims get
samples under their fingernails, leaving semen behind? This
was the way to do it. In fact, it really wasn't even violation if she
know if happened and didn't suffer any ill effects. "Victimless
crime," he chuckled as he plunged his penis into her and began fucking,
literally, with a vengeance. When he'd finished and dressed,
he went out in the hallway to inform McMasters that the young woman actually
have one redeeming quality.
McMasters matter-of-factly flipped Tami on her stomach. "I've done
research on this ass. Now it's time for a test drive!" He
struggled to get his large organ through her tight anus, and shook his head
the resiliency of the human body. He'd seen that
asshole spread wide enough to fit a baseball through, but it still grabbed
him like an octopus on an oyster. McMasters reveled in
the sensation. He'd charted, measured, scanned, and recorded the girl's
in every conceivable fashion, but nothing could
compare with direct experimentation.
The rest of the cast now followed. Brendo, Zipkin, even gentle Dr.
and his East Asian colleagues. Ned Ryan still couldn't
have his blowjob, but made do with what was offered. Anthony Noyse
and stuck it in her mouth regardless, enjoying the
vibration of her light snoring and stimulating himself until he filled the
reservoir tip of his condom. "That's a good way to shut you up,"
he snarled as he left, little placated by the oral service he'd just helped
Tami awoke with a start, expecting to see the next male dropping his drawers
the end of her bed. Her room was empty, silent, and
dark. Her hand flew down to her vagina. It was a little moist,
happened when she dreamt about sex. Her anus was
slightly sore, but that was not uncommon after a day where it had seen
considerable traffic. She flicked on the bedside lamp and looked
down at herself. No stray hairs, no scratches, no wet spot on the plastic
mattress cover. If she could prove she'd been drugged and
gang-banged…but no, Ross was too smart. There would be no evidence.
probably wiped everything down with alcohol, vacuumed
her body and the mattress…God, total paranoia! It was bad enough that
controlled her body sixteen hours a day, now they were
creeping into her subconscious as well! And they did control her body.
she was in her room studying, or in her own home, she
had to be naked at all times!
Tami began to feel angry. She had won, despite everything Ross had
her. But what further layers of post-traumatic stress
had he laid on her? Would she still dream, forty years from now, about
old men shoving arthritic digits into her? She made
one simple mistake, but these sadists kept ratcheting up the pressure on
Who knows what lies ahead, she thought. It can only get
worse, until such time as I'm out of here for good!
Tami calmed herself. It would do no good to let Ross know he'd rattled
No, a committed nudist would have taken every event of
the weekend in stride. Still, feeling empowered by her victory, she
turn the tables on Ross. She crept down the hallway to
his room. "Rise and shine, Mr. Ross," she said loudly. The lump
blankets stirred in the darkness. "What in the…oh, Miss
Smithers…" "Time to take me back to campus, sir," Tami said with mock
hiding her giddiness. "Oh, but…it's 5:30 in the
morning!" "Always good to get an early start, wouldn't you say?"
helpfully flipped on the overhead light as Ross sat on the edge
of the bed, feeling around for his slippers. He cringed at the brightness.
always dapper attorney looked ridiculous in his rumpled
pajamas, his usually well-groomed hair sticking out in every direction.
paced the room as if she owned it, in the same fashion
that Ross had done to her when he'd rousted her in the morning. Then
Ejected from the video player, but not yet put back in its sleeve, was a
On it was marked simply "TS – 3/15." Tami froze as she
recognized her initials. "Mr. Ross, what is on this tape that says
blurted. "Oh…," the attorney replied, eyes
uncharacteristically darting nervously, "I don't stay up late enough to watch
the Tonight Show so I try to record it. I'm a big Johnny
Carson fan." "But Johnny Carson retired years ago," Tami said, a sick
growing in her stomach. "Oh, yes, I meant, um,
whatshisname, Dave Leno. I certainly enjoy his monologues." Tami
correcting Ross again but her tongue suddenly felt
thick and stuck to the roof of her mouth. She did a little mental arithmetic.
March 15th had been a Thursday, a Chalfont day. Tape
had most certainly rolled as she was put through her paces, nude and helpless,
anus and vagina stretched to capacity by McMasters'
diabolical dildos. Had Ross been watching that tape…in bed…alone…for
entertainment? She caught her breath. Or was this just
another sophisticated trap he'd set, hoping she would stumble in?
Ross walked past her on the way to the bathroom. She heard the shower
go on and
felt an incredible temptation to check the tape, but
resisted it. Just because the water was running didn't mean Ross couldn't
suddenly reappear to check up on her. Feeling creepy in the
man's room, where he might have been masturbating to her naked suffering,
bolted out. She put on the light over the stairs and
wandered down to the darkened library. Somehow she felt safer there
– more like
she was a college student and not a naked
houseservant. The stately rows of legal books reminded her of her fantasy
one day suing Ross, Dean Jorgon, the College, and every
other bastard that had cruelly exploited her for their own jollies while
steadfastly maintaining that they were acting in the institution's
best interests. Her dream, in its most extreme form, had the school
Smithers College, a women-only institution devoted to
feminist scholarship. The toad-like men of the former administration
doing their court-ordered community service in the
Chalfont Institute for the Study of Male Sexual Dysfunction, providing the
young female researchers with plenty of data
concerning erectile difficulties, diminished sperm count, and urinary
As Tami strolled past the shelves in the room, dimly lit by the light in
hall, she inadvertently knocked a legal pad off an end table.
It hadn't been there when she'd gone up to bed the night before, and she
it up to put it back. By now, however, Tami recognized
Ross' handwriting. Scrawled on the front of the pad were the following.
Dr. Evans -McLean Hospital –involuntary commitment
factors??? Current state of "in loco parentis." Transcribe Wanda
intelligent girl felt a flash of cold through her stomach.
McLean Hospital was a mental institution just outside of Boston – specializing
in disorders in adolescents and young adults. She
suddenly realized that by courageously meeting the outrageous, sadistic
escalations the administration had tested her with she had
conveniently built a case that she was insane! There was plenty of
documentation, on videotape, in photographs, the lie detector
transcript - even the damn voicemail orgasm she'd left for Ross! There
also plenty of people who would testify against her. Wanda
had been keeping notes? She could only imagine how that bitch would
her behavior. She also knew what "in loco parentis"
was the college's ability to act in place of her parents as a guardian.
Ross himself really have her committed? With his
connections and his friends in this state? Would they make her dress
hospital, or should she try to keep up the charade? If she
admitted she was lying, would that be more evidence that she was crazy?
shuddered as she imagined herself nude, or wearing just
a straightjacket around all of those drooling weirdos.
This thing was going too far. Ross had her truly scared, now.
it was another bluff? Why would the secretive
attorney casually leave this information lying around? Tami heard the
off and hurried back up to her room, shutting off the
light behind her. She sat back on the bed, clutching her knees, and
to shake too hard. She WAS crazy – this whole situation
was crazy! Neither she nor Ross could back down. It seemed like
strategy this far, but had he ultimately outsmarted her? She
imagined herself, nude, standing next to the dapper attorney at the intake
at McLean. A nurse writing down her particulars and
Ross signing her freedom away, shaking his head in feigned sadness "Such
promising student…so sad an end…" Male attendants
putting on restraints and lifting her into a wheelchair. Ross smiling
at her as
if to say, "Remember your last ride in a wheelchair? Well
this one won't be so much fun! Don't worry, with your life expectancy
shouldn't have to spend more than, oh, about sixty years
here! Have a nice day!" One attendant unlocks the door and Tami
into oblivion forever.
She shivered. She heard Ross come out of the bathroom and go into his
In a few minutes he emerged, clad in a dark blue
pinstriped suit. He seemed quite cheerful. Had he done something,
something out last night that elevated his mood? Tami
looked up at him as he paused at her door. She got off the bed wearily.
had her already - if he'd won - she had even less
enthusiasm for going through the routine degradations like pissing in the
flowerbeds. But she had to go, nonetheless. "Where should I
urinate this morning?," she asked flatly. Ross laughed. "Try
the toilet, Miss
Smithers. We need to civilize you again if you're going to
go back to dorm life." Tami felt confused as she headed to the bathroom.
Ross letting up since he didn't need any more evidence?
Or was he quitting because he knew he couldn't beat her?
She sat on the toilet and tried to make sense of it all. She emptied
bladder, then fear and nervousness produced its predictable
effect on her bowels. Out of habit, she had left the door open, so
just as a
large stool passed Ross poked his head in to remind her to take
her toothbrush and comb. She answered him with a loud splash.
No, she thought
with a rueful grin, he hasn't given up on humiliating
me. There was something perversely comforting in that. Tami wiped
On top of everything, she had a very full week
ahead of her at school. The weekend hadn't been much time off.
her things and went downstairs. Ross was already at
the breakfast table, eating toast and coffee and studying the morning paper.
Tami couldn't help but notice a large, freshly cut white
rose in his lapel. He gave it a conspicuous sniff as she entered, to
that this symbol of her degradation would accompany him
Ross now seemed anxious to get rid of her. Tami assumed he had used
everything he'd planned to break her over the weekend and
had no further purpose for her at the moment. Still, he remained himself.
Tami had eaten a bagel and juice, he handed her the
box with her anal monitor. "See that this gets back to Mr. McMasters,
you? You'll likely see him before I do. You're welcome to
show if off to your friends – even show them how it works – as long as you
sure no harm comes to it. Oh, and I've included a note
in the box to verify that you complied with his instructions."
The roads were deserted as the Town Car made its way to campus in the predawn.
It was too early for either of the enemies to have put
together an agenda so the ride passed in silence. Tami could almost
feel normalcy flowing back into her body as familiar
landmarks appeared. Like the survivor of a sinking, she couldn't wait
her feet back on solid ground, out of Ross' custody. Now
she could do what she wanted, see who she wanted, piss where she wanted…There
was her building, bright, warm, and inviting. Ross
pulled up and nonchalantly parked in the space out front designated "Authorized
To Tami's surprise, the attorney got out with her. She got a momentary
wondering what he was going to do, before she realized
his purpose. Standing directly in front of the main doors, with students
streaming out to early classes, Ross slowly counted out money
in twenties, pressing each bill into her hand. "You did an outstanding
Miss Smithers," he said. "One forty, one sixty, one eighty.
Worth every penny. Two hundred, two twenty. I must say I was
satisfied. Two forty – oops, looks like I don't have a ten.
Well, here's another twenty – keep the change. Thanks again for a wonderful
weekend." Tami fumed. The implications of what he was
paying for were clear. She would have wanted to throw the money back
face even without the cheap shot in front of her
dormmates. Instead she controlled herself and folded the bills up.
welcome, Mr. Ross." "I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you
around campus," he said, heading back for his car. "As usual!," Tami
lightly. Despite a feeling of impending doom, it was an
enormous relief to be out from under Ross' scrutiny and control. Tami
up the stairs gleefully, just as she had on that Friday
afternoon that now seemed so long ago. Still, once behind closed doors,
stomach tightened as she wondered whether she really had
scored a victory in this weekend of horror, or if she had unknowingly signed
own commitment papers.
Speaking of papers, Tami's curiosity got the better of her as to what Ross
written regarding her orgasms. She opened the monitor
box and removed the slip of paper. On Ross' elaborate letterhead was
"AFFADAVIT OF H.M. ROSS, ESQ. This document will attest that I
was personally in attendance during ten (10)
orgasms experienced by Miss Tami Blanche Smithers, a freshman
student at Campbell-Frank College, between the
dates of April 6 through April 8, 2001. I also have evidence of
an eleventh orgasm recorded as a voice mail message, and
oral statements by reliable witnesses establishing a twelfth
orgasm during this time period. The orgasms were verified
by the activation of a device (patent pending) designed by Mr.
Nevada McMasters, which was present in the rectum of
Miss Smithers and capable of measuring the anal contractions
consistent with her characteristic sexual climax and
reporting said contractions through audible beeps. I have no
reason to believe the device malfunctioned in any respect
and can confirm that each orgasm that was reported occurred at the
height of an episode of extreme sexual stimulation
for Miss Smithers. My conclusion as to her level of arousal is
based on my direct observations of Miss Smithers, who was
totally nude at all times in the previously stated period, and
displayed an elevated rate of respiration, flushed skin,
dilated pupils, engorged lips, erect nipples, and made excited
utterances appropriate to a young female approaching
Tami sat on the bed and snorted at the carefully worded statement. No
would become part of her permanent record here at
Campbell-Frank. She folded it up and put it back in the box, and placed
next to the retainer panties and bristle bra that had
lain untouched on her bedside table all weekend. She would be getting
those soon, back into her whole routine, no doubt with
the occasional horrible surprise to attempt to break her before the end of
semester. She decided to focus on the positive. She hadn't
made any obvious mistakes despite Ross' cunning efforts over the course of
and a half days. She would take some free time today to
go do a little research herself on mental health issues. Maybe when
done Ross would have to revise his book to acknowledge
another type – Type Five, the one that got away…barely…