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Anal Etiquette: Weddings

By: Lord Odie

 Disclaimer:  The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY.  If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision.  Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment.  Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do.  So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible.  If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to me.  If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right.  Consider yourself disclaimed.

 


 

Weddings

It was just an ordinary Saturday afternoon in an ancient, beautiful Catholic church in the countryside just north of Bordeaux, France. The church was located within view of the bay where the Dore and Garonne rivers met on their way out to the Atlantic. People young and old were out walking enjoying the gorgeous spring weather. Men wore light shirts and loose shorts to enjoy the breeze. Women wore much tighter outfits that accentuated their curves and showed off much more skin. A significant portion of the women were basically topless with little more than wisps of fabric or narrow belts to cover their breasts. Some abdomens swelled outward from the large dildos worn inside well trained bottoms, but most had toned, flat stomachs. About half of those with flat tummies wore pants or skirts that split in the back to reveal diabolically tight gaper panties stretching their nether holes. It was a pretty average day for springtime in Europe.

 

Inside the church, Arielle let lose a groaning exhale again as her mother fidgeted with the straps on her heavily boned corset. The older woman was trying to assist the auto-ratchet as it mercilessly tightened the Kevlar cables to compress her daughter’s torso from just under her impressive 34H bust line to the swell of her full hips. The pair had been at it for almost half an hour to fit Arielle into her wedding corset. The goal was to produce an extremely feminine looking brunette with an exaggerated hourglass figure – not that Arielle wasn’t a beautiful woman even without the compression of the corset.

 At 29, Arielle was a stunner even by modern standards. With perky H cup tits, a trim waist, shapely hips and a full, muscular butt from years of volley ball and aerobics, she had always fought off the woman and had little problem attracting the ever-dwindling pool of men. Arielle considered herself a healthy, heterosexual woman – although she had certainly eaten her fair share of pussy in her lifetime – and had always actively pursued men as opposed to women. Winning Brad over to the idea of marriage was the result of years of work on her part. She couldn’t wait for the ceremony to be over before Brad decided he’d rather be single and ran off. She knew that was just the pre-wedding jitters speaking. Her fiancée wasn’t likely going anywhere.

 

“Okay, baby,” Camille, her mother, cooed as she allowed her daughter a few seconds of respite. “One more and I think you’re set!”

 

Arielle nodded and tried to breath. The constriction was too tight for normal breathing. Her upper chest and naked tits moved up and down with each labored breath instead of in and out as nature had originally designed. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall across from her. Arielle stood holding onto a chest-high bar with a death-grip to maintain her balance. The busty brunette had to admit the corset had achieved the desired results. Her normally trim waist was extremely constricted and it accentuated her large tits and wide hips. The white, cup-less, lacey, leather corset put her naked tits on full display and her ever-hard, barbell-pierced nipples looked like they could cut glass. The corset ended just at the swell of her hips a few inches above her naked, shaved pussy. The small, crimson rose that adorned the end of the painfully thick catheter locked into her urethra did nothing to hide her moist, puffy cunt lips. White garters ran from the base of the corset to hold up white stockings, which ran down to her white, 6” stiletto heels. Her brunette hair was done up professionally. Her white veil was pulled up, and it trailed halfway down her back. Although, she wore no makeup yet – that would come last.

 

And that was basically what she planned to be married in. Some brides preferred corsets with quarter-cups to help push up their womanly assets even more, but Arielle had chosen to go completely cup-less. Walking down the aisle with tits, ass and pussy exposed was the custom in France these days – well, across all of Europe to be more general. Although, she knew over the Atlantic in America, brides still wore dresses – if you could believe that! They were sexy, revealing dresses that barely hid all the fun parts, but dresses none the less. Although – looking at her basic nakedness in the mirror – she could see the appeal of leaving at least a little bit to the imagination.

 

Not that France was on the cutting edge of cultural liberalness. The customs in some neighboring countries were still a bit taboo even for France. For example, Germany had long since had a love affair with DBSM. It had become the tradition for bridal parties in that country to be gagged and hooded for the wedding and the reception. A few months ago, Arielle had been a bridesmaid for a university friend of hers over in Hesse. Her parents were very strict bondage enthusiasts and the wedding had been planned accordingly. The entire bridal party had spent the better part of 12 hours with long dildo gags locked down their throats, heavy discipline hoods tightened onto their heads, their arms pulled up into a reverse prayer and secured with a binder, and their tits constricted at their base by taunt bands. Arielle’s friend had insisted she stay with her as opposed to a hotel. After the ceremony, the friend had left with her new wife and Arielle had gone back home with the friend’s parents. Needless to say, she wasn’t relieved of her bondage for almost 3 full days!

 

Back in the church, her mother continued to fidget with the corset’s straps behind her, preparing for the final attempt. Looking from side to side, Arielle saw her 6 bridesmaids holding onto their own bars as their mothers worked the straps on their own corsets. Each bridesmaid was dressed nearly identical to the bride herself, but in dark pink corsets, stockings, stiletto heels, and white roses adorning their thick catheters – and no veil, or course.

 

“Here we go,” announced Camille without warning. Arielle exhaled and groaned again as the auto-ratchet found another fraction of an inch of slack from somewhere. After 30 seconds or so, she announced happily, “I think you’re good to go, baby!” secured the corset’s cables, and removed the auto-ratchet.

 

Arielle was dizzy and just stood there adjusting to the constriction and the labored act of breathing. Looking from side to side, her bridesmaids were also finishing up with their corset fitting. All 7 busty young women just stood there and looked at each other in the mirrored wall. 7 pairs of naked breasts rose and fell as they relearned how to breath.

 

“Okay, girls,” Camille announced happily. “Let’s get you fitted with dildos, cleaned up, and then headed over to makeup. Then we can get this wedding started! Magic Time is in 52 minutes, girls!”

 

All 7 young women turned and gingerly walked back to the 7 waiting fitting machines. Each machine looked like something out of a gym – or maybe a doctor’s office. Arielle took a seat in the one assigned to her. As she did, she tried not to whimper as she saw the 5.25” wide, 23” long, roughly studded, heavy-grade torture dildo affixed to the machine’s hard-point. That dildo was equal to her current maximum capacity. She had been wearing an equally sized, lightly veined dildo for almost 36 hours prior to corset fitting to ensure she was completely dilated. Her 6 bridesmaids had done the same. The lightly veined dildo had only been removed long enough to compress her waist to its current dimensions. Had she worn the dildo while fitting, there was no way her waist could have physically been constricted to the degree that it had been – auto-ratchet or no. There wasn’t enough internal room in her body.

 

With Arielle sitting, the tip of the horrible dildo was only half an inch from the entrance to her still gaping nether hole. Her mother quickly picked up one leg and then the other and fitted her knees and ankles into the machine’s brackets and strapped them in. Stepping to the side, she pressed a button on the control panel and Arielle’s legs separated until they were widely and painfully spread. Looking in the mirrored wall, she could see all 6 of her bridesmaids in an identical position as their mothers worked. Finally, her mother brought padded braces over her shoulders and tightened them down until her butt cheeks pressed firmly into the machine’s seat.

 

Stepping in front of her daughter, Camille said quietly, “Here we go, baby. Try and relax.” She gave Arielle a long deep kiss for several seconds before pushing the Execute button.

 

Immediately, her seat lowered on a hydraulic cushion until her sphincter met the rough torture dildo. Arielle leaned her head back and groaned as her own body weight forced the horrible faux-cock about into her protesting body. She heard matching groans of painful discomfort all around her. The texture on the torture dildos were designed to pull and tear into a woman’s tender innards without doing any actual physical harm – but fuck did they hurt! Her body weight pulled her about 6” down onto the dildo, but no farther. She should have kept sinking down onto the dildo except the tip was now pressing against her insides which were forcefully compressed by her corset. There was literally no room inside Arielle for the dildo to advance any farther.

 

The fitting machine sensed her lack of progress and entered the next stage of the fitting process. Above the shoulder braces, a pair of 50lbs weights raised up a foot or so and then slammed down. Arielle screamed in pain as the 5.25” wide head to the torture dildo smashed into her unsuspecting. The dildo was thrust downwards about an inch before it bottomed out. This allowed Arielle to build up a little bit of momentum and another inch or so of thick, painful dildo ground inside her. Arielle’s cry of shock and pain was quickly echoed 6 more times by her bridesmaids. The horrible dildo began to slowly rotate back and forth to aid insertion as the seat slowly raised itself up about 1.75”. This allowed the dildo to return to its original position and then extract the dildo .75” back outside of Arielle’s body. Her poor sphincter was drug along with the rough dildo as it exited her body. Then the weights raised and slammed down again. The cycle was a net gain of about .25” every time the weights fell. Arielle and her bridesmaids were literally being hammered down onto horribly thick torture dildos while their mothers watched and idly chatted.

 

There was plainly no room in her abdomen for a dildo half the size of the one currently being hammered inside her. Her corset was just too tight. To prove the seemingly infeasible task actually feasible, the machine had to use a shocking amount of force to fully insert a dildo that size. And force it did. For nearly 10 minutes, Arielle and her bridesmaids were pounded downwards until their screaming sphincters finally met the bases of their torture dildos. Even though each woman had been pre-dilated to the same width of latex monster piercing their rectums, inserting those dildos despite the pressure from their corsets was a harrowing experience. All the while, the torture dildos continued to slowly twist from side to side and tear into their delicate rectal tissues.

 

Finally, the hammering stopped. Arielle just sat there in her seat and sobbed in pain. Tears and snot were running down her face and falling onto her tits. Her mother reach beneath her, grabbed the three thick leather straps dangling from the base of her corset, and attached each to the torture dildo dilating her daughter – one up the crack of her ass and one on either side of her pubic mound. After pulling them as tight as she could and locking three pad locks in place, she stood up and began cleaning up the sobbing brunette with wet wipes.

 

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Camille asked with genuine concern. After all, so many of Arielle’s friends were getting married these days. This was the third wedding in the last year that the young woman had been in the wedding party of. At this point, all this should be fairly routine by now. With her daughter presentable, she unstrapped Arielle’s legs and helped her to stand on wobbly legs. “Now no more crying, young lady! Let’s not mess up your makeup,” she added as she guided the busty bride over to the waiting vanity. Arielle didn’t move very fast. She could hardly breath and the terrible pain in her abdomen and bottom was making her want to curl over and waddle.

 

Arielle was able to compose herself as her makeup was applied. Despite the horrible pain emanating from her entire rectal tract – and especially her tortured anus – she was able to smile convincingly. A makeup artist applied light color to her face as her mother added expensive jewelry to her look. Dangly pearl earrings, a long gold necklace that dipped deep into her cleavage, and painfully strong nipple clamps with a silver chain connecting them completed her ensemble.

 

“5 minutes! Places everyone!” came a cry from behind them. Everyone quickly applied the last touches to their makeup and moved as best as they could to their places. The bride and bridesmaids did their best to walk upright and elegant despite their condition. All the guests were seated and waiting, and music was already flowing out into the hallway. Arielle and her bridesmaids took their positions as her mother brought the veil down over her face. The thin, transparent material was just long enough to cover her nipples – not that it managed to hide everything. A bouquet of red roses was handed to at last. She held it as waist level to not block any view of her body. Finally, Arielle was ready to get married.

 

Down the length of the aisle, past friends and family, she could see Brad looking longingly at his bride. Her father stepped up beside her, kissed her deeply for several long seconds, and said happily as he tweaked her clamped nipple, “You look beautiful, honey.”

 

“Thanks, daddy!” Arielle replied happily. She was still trying to forget about the horrible pain inside her, but she knew from experience that it was not going anywhere. She would have to endure through the entire wedding ceremony and reception. The pressure would only increase as her bladder filled. As was tradition, the keys to her catheter and dildo straps had already been sent on ahead to their hotel room. Arielle knew that it was going to be well into tomorrow morning before the objects violating her holes were removed – and then only after she’s fulfilled her wifely duties for Brad. She just hoped he wasn’t too drunk and didn’t fall asleep afterwards he came but before he released her. That happened to quite a few of her friends.

 

“Starting on your left foot,” came a helpful voice to her side. She was glad for it, as she had almost missed her cue. As her father escorted her down the aisle, she tried to grin and wave politely at her guests as the heavy-grade torture dildo locked deeply into her rectum tore into her tender innards with each step. Arielle was happy, but it was going to be a long day!

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Ok another good story i am going to have to pospone my other story otherwise it will be too many at the same time. Like posting two movies in the same week, offering will exceed the demand :) imo

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A short story in France now? Interesting, are you planning to do a world tour?

I don't know how thing work in the future but if wedding are still done as they done today in France, Ariel won't have rest anytime soon. As the french law only recognize wedding in front of the mayor or deputy mayor, most people go for a religious office at the church and then a civil ceremony at the town hall. And both can be quite long. Plus many people in France seem to consider that a descent wedding banquet must be at least five hours long. And in those five hours, I'm not counting the appetizers served before the actual banquet that can be a meal on their own, but with even more alcohol. If the groom and the bride don't find a way to slip away at some point and have to stay until the end, the fulfilling of wifely duty probably won't happen tonight or even tomorrow. But I don't see how you can even hope to survive to a traditional French wedding ceremony with a constricted digestive tract and a plugged balder. I guess those wedding customs just become less popular due to their incompatibility with the modern way of life and disappeared.

 

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Doing a kind of, "Anal Etiquette World Tour" was the original idea behind the Madrid story. That story end up being a full sized story and I loved the characters so much that I planned on doing some sequels. I may still get around to that, but it's not on the radar at the moment.

In my mind, Spain is more open to sex in public, France is fine with public nudity, and Germany is all about BDSM. Britian is a little more conservative, but still decades ahead of the US. South America has Anal Contests like the Miss Bum Bum pagents today. I only have a few rough ideas on the Far East that revolve around anime and cosplay. I'm not touching the Middle East with a 317.5' pole! (The whole region may be a sheet of glass by this time anyway. One of these days, Trump or Putin or ??? may just have had enough and do something morally questionable...)

Back to better topics, I do have a mostly finished story set in Germany that I need to fill out some stuff in the middle. I might just say 'fuck it' and flesh it out a little and release it in parts. I think it's about the length of three full length chapters right now. 

Back to this story: it's good to know that France actually had a separation of church and state as far as marriages go. Here in the US, they are still very much entwined. Personally, I think that civil unions should be a government thing for tax and legal purposes and marriage should be strictly a religious thing that has no legal meaning. And NEVER should the two meet! That we solve quite a few scocial issues we're currently tackling! But I digress...

Oh, I still foresee the wedding ceremony and banquette lasting many hours! Arielle will have to suffer happily for quite some time! I'm currently playing around with a quick prequill. 

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Part 2

 

A week and a half earlier…

 

Arielle and her mother, Camille, arrived at Adaline’s Bridal Boutique just down the street from the church her wedding ceremony was to be held at for her 5th and final fitting. “Good morning, Arielle,” Adaline – the shop’s owner and proprietor – said happily. The shop owner was in her late 40s. She had sandy blonde hair done up in a large bun, stylish glasses on her cute nose, black lacey choker, sizeable 36G tits that sagged only slightly over the black cup-less corset that tightly constricted her waist. Adaline also had wide hips and long legs which ended in matching black high heels. Additionally, a small gold nameplate was pierced through her right nipple. Below her cathetered urethra and bald cunt, through the gap between her legs, the base of what was obviously a sizeable dildo could be seen penetrating her rear. Basically, Adaline was dressed as a model of sorts for the boutique’s wares.

 

“I think we have your bridal corset resized properly and ready for you to try out again. Everything should be perfect this time!” she added, knowing full well that the garment hadn’t been altered a single millimeter since the young woman’s first fitting over two months ago.

 

“I hope so,” Arielle replied as she began stripping out of her street clothes. “When I was a bridesmaid before, I had 3 fittings at most. 5 is more than I had anticipated!” she said with mild annoyance. The young brunette wore a thin, black belt which functioned as a top around her perky H cup tits. While the belt barely concealed her large nipples, it did a horrible job at covering her wide areolas. She also wore red high heels and tight, black, translucent yoga pants that did little to hide the outline of her hairless cunt and the dildo harness around her waist. The outline of what was obviously a huge anal dildo snaked up her otherwise toned abdomen from her pelvic bone to her rip cage. The tip of the dildo was obviously lodged into the base of her lungs.

 

“That because we want to make sure that the bride looks perfect!” Adaline said cheerfully. “No one is looking at the bridesmaids. Actually, most brides usually have a 6th fitting a few days before the ceremony just in case we have to make any last second alterations.”

 

The shop owner’s explanation sounded logical enough for Arielle. Not that she had any intention of submitting to yet another fitting.

 

“I’m sure everything will be perfect this time,” her mother said as she hooked her thumbs into her daughter’s yoga pants and knelt down to slide them off Arielle’s shapely bottom. She grunted as she did so as the motion caused her own gaper panties to pull her already thinly stretched sphincter uncomfortably wide. “Although, Arielle is free later this week if we need another fitting,” Camille added helpfully. Finally, she relieved her daughter of the maximum capacity dilation dildo that she had worn for the past day or so in preparation for the fitting session.

 

“Well then,” Adaline said as she placed all of Arielle’s garments and her dildo in a tote bag – Arielle still wore her red high heels – “Come on back to the fitting room. We have a fitting machine reserved for you,” she added politely as she handed the tote bag off to one of her clerks. The newcomer was a busty redhead in her late 20s who wore her hair in a short bob, and was dressed identically to her boss. The nameplate piercing the cute, mousey looking woman’s nipple identified her as Sabine.

 

*             *             *

 

An hour later, Arielle was moaning and crying softly atop a fitting machine in a large room at the back of the boutique. The 5.25” wide, 23” long, roughly studded, heavy-grade torture dildo was mostly hammered home deep inside her compressed mid-section. Only 4” remained outside her convulsing body. Her white bridal corset was tightly affixed around her restricted waist.

 

The other 11 fitting machines in the room were occupied by other brides-to-be and bridesmaids as they endured their own fitting sessions. The quite suffering in the room was only broken when a random machine hammered a woman down farther onto her dildo. Arielle was the next to cry out in anguish as her fitting machine slammed her down father onto her torture dildo and then lifted her mostly back off. Her high heeled feet and her naked tits bounced around at the violent impact against her shoulders.

 

Her mother and Adaline were talking quietly with a group of bored looking mothers as they waited for the fitting machines to do their jobs. “And you sell the fitting machines too?” one mother asked?

 

“Yes,” Adaline replied. “They are becoming more common in France for women whose anal masochism requires more severe daily preparation. I have a brochure up front if you’re interested.”

 

Arielle’s mother now had a great idea for a wedding present!

 

*             *             *

 

Camille helped her daughter over to the boutique’s tension verification chair. Arielle allowed herself to be led, but walked slowly and cautiously. Although her dildo wasn’t locked in place, there was zero chance of it slipping out.

 

Adaline was waiting for them. The tension verification chair resembled the fitting machines, but it was of noticeably heavier build. “Okay, Arielle. We just need to make sure that your bridal corset is tight enough for your dildo,” she said as she helped the young brunette to sit down and strapped her legs in. With a few adjustments and alignments, Arielle found herself reclining backwards at about a 45 degree angle with her legs straight and spread in a wide 180 degree splits. A hard point beneath her seat was locked onto the base of her torture dildo. Her wrists were secured in loose but strong cuffs at her sides.

 

The two older women stepped over to the side to observer the machine’s readouts on the monitor. Adaline pressed the onscreen Test A button and the machine began to rotate the dildo quickly while moving it in and out about an inch in either direction. Arielle let out a muffled cry of anguish. True, the torture dildo had been rotating around in her innards to aid in fitting for nearly half an hour, but nowhere near as fast.

 

Camille and Adaline ignored the younger woman’s protests as they observed the tension readings fall squarely in green zone. “That’s pretty much right where we want her,” Adaline commented to the bride’s mother and pointed to the resistance spikes the machine was registering at peal rotational speeds.

 

“Should we try and dilate her to the next size to increase the resistance?” Camille asked as she pointed to the orange zone on the monitor indicating borderline dangerous pressure inside the body. “Arielle was a bridesmaid for her friend last year and she was at the top of the orange zone for her final fitting. Of course, her maximum capacity had just gone up to the next size after our family vacation down at Rosa Culo Paraíso.”

 

“That really shouldn’t be necessary at this point,” Adaline replied. It’s not like the numbers really meant all that much anyway. She could configure the output before testing each customer to yield the results she wanted anyway. She never let the machine show the true tension inside each customer until the final fitting. Fittings cost money and she had to make a living. It’s not like Adaline did anything any of the other bridal boutiques didn’t do anyway. Multiple, unnecessary fittings were an accepted part of the business model. “If that was your intention, you should probably have started extra dilation training weeks ago,” she added.

 

Next, Adaline pushed the Test B button. While continuing to rotate, the machine started extracting the 5.25” wide torture dildo slowly out of Arielle’s sore rectum. When only a few inches remained inside, the machine reversed course and shoved the entire length back in. Arielle’s moaning became a little louder and more pitiful. Considering how tight the brunette’s anal tract was, the piston powering the dildo’s movements had to be very powerful indeed to make the entire process look easy and painless. In actuality, it was neither.

 

“Yup, still all green,” Adaline commented as readings from pressure sensors were displayed. She pointed to a few meaningless resistance spikes on the display. Camille nodded in faked understanding at what she was looking at. “One more test to go, Arielle,” Adaline said politely as she reached down to tweak the brunette’s rock hard nipple.

 

Arielle shook her head side to side and tried to mumble an unintelligible protest.

 

Finally, the blonde shop owner pressed the Test C button. The slow penetration cycle of Test B was replaced fast, powerful stokes as the machine cycled up to maximum power. Arielle cried out in one long scream of anguish as her insides were pulverized. Her scream was only interrupted every second or so as the tip of her massive torture dildo slammed into the base of her lungs. Arielle’s tautly stretched anus sounded like a rubber band being twanged as the roughly studded torture dildo sawed past it.

 

“Oh yes,” commented Adaline as she ignored the ruckus Arielle was putting on as the uncaring machine viciously raped her. “Yes, this is perfect,” she said again and pointed to the readings solidly in the green area.

 

Camille nodded happily. “So you don’t think we will need a 6th fitting session?” she asked with genuine concern.

 

“Unless you want to be extra sure, I don’t think it’s necessary,” Adaline said. She’d already milked the mother and daughter for quite a bit of money. She didn’t want to get that greedy. “We can ask Arielle when she’s done with her fitting though. It’s her wedding after all.”

 

Arielle’s lungs had long since evacuated all their air and the brunette bride still screamed silently. The other 12 brides and bridesmaids looked on with concerned horror. They knew that their turn was coming as soon as the fitting machines hammered them down to the bases of their own torture dildos. The redheaded clerk, Sabine, had just finished securing the 12th bride to the machine Arielle had just vacated.  The tension verification chair just kept hammering away as Adaline and Camille calmly talked amongst themselves.

 

Then, Arielle sucked in a huge breath and screamed again; but this time the scream was noticeably different.

 

“And there she goes!” her mother said happily. “Cumming again, the little slut!”

 

“I see. Arielle has cum during each one of her Test C tension verifications. Only about half of women can cum at all with that much pain and stimulation – and very few cum every time! You have quite the little anal masochist there, Camille!”

 

Camille smiled sheepishly before replying, “She takes after her mother; that’s for sure.” She was going to comment further before they were interrupted by Sabine.

 

“Ma’am?” the mousey redhead asked sheepishly. “It’s time for your scheduled bathroom break…”

 

“Hmm? Oh yes! Thank you, Sabine!” Adaline said as she paid her employee some attention at last. “If you’ll excuse me, Camille. I need to take my break. We have to schedule our down times before hand or we’d never get off our feet,” she said jokingly as she motioned down towards her high heels. “And I thought it was getting about that time,” she added as she rubbed the bottom of her corset over what was her bladder.

 

“Better that business is brisk than slow, I guess,” Camille said as she watched her daughter continue to have one hell of an impressive orgasm. 

“If you don’t mind, I should only be a few minutes. We can let Arielle enjoy the last test while I take my break,” Adaline said as she was about to leave.

 

Arielle was coming down off of her Earth-shattering orgasm and was looking around in panic as the tension verification chair continued to hammer her rectum into tatters. The brunette’s anus was being pulled well past her buttocks on every extraction and being shoved deep into her body on every penetration. She was trying to make a plea to her mother as the woman standing over her finally came to recognition; but all that came out was unintelligible grunts.

 

“I think she should be just fine for a few minutes,” Camille said as she focused on enjoying her daughter being brutally fucked.

 

“Excellent! I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

 

Camille nodded as Adaline and Sabine walked over to a door labeled ‘Employees Only’ and disappeared. Arielle’s brutalization continued as she has one pain-induced orgasm after another. Her loosely bound hands and arms were trying to grasp at anything and her head rolled from side to side in between orgasms as the semiconscious 29-year-old was anally ravaged.

 

After 5 or 6 minutes, Camille was starting to wonder where Adaline and Sabine had gone; and why they weren’t back yet. Deciding to be a little naughty, she crept over to the ‘Employees Only’ door, found it unlocked, and slipped inside. Down a short hallway, she heard commotion coming out of a room to the left. Peaking inside, she found them. Inside, Adaline was strapped down to a machine that looked nearly identical to the tension verification chair her daughter was still being fucked on; but with just a simple control panel and none of the elaborate sensors or displays. The busty woman was tied down with her legs spread straight and wide. A tube ran from the base of her catheter to an inflatable gag of sorts shoved into her mouth. A light-grade torture dildo 7.35” wide was being brutally rammed into and out of her very red and obviously very sore nether hole. The blonde boutique owner looked to be almost ready to cum.

 

“Almost there, Adaline,” Sabine encouraged her boss. “You know your policy: as soon as you cum you can get back to work.

 

“Oh! Hello there,” Sabine said as she noticed Camille looking in on them. “I have her cleaned out and just waiting for her to orgasm,” said the younger redhead as she motioned to the still dripping high-colonic enema equipment installed next to the chair. “She should be back with you in a minute or two; unless I have to get a heavy-grade torture dildo to get her there,” she added menacingly as she glanced down at her struggling boss.

 

Camille smiled, “By all means, take you time. Arielle is still cumming pretty hard out there. Mind if I watch?”

 

“Not at all,” Sabine said as she walked over to the cabinet and fetched a 7.35” wide, 24” long heavy-grade torture dildo. “I just need to help her along right quick. Sometimes she can’t cum with anything but the most murderous toys.” She mounted the dildo onto an empty hardpoint on the base of the machine. She then returned to the control panel and pressed a couple of buttons. Seconds later, the machine rotated its base and the dildos automatically swapped out. The boutique’s owner cried out in shocked pain as the new, more sever dildo tore into her innards. It didn’t take long until Adaline was orgasming just as hard as Arielle was on the other side of her boutique.

 

*             *             *

 

Half an hour later, Arielle and Camille sat at Adaline’s desk reviewing the fitting session’s results. “So I think you’re good to go, Arielle,” the blonde shopkeeper summed up. “Unless you want one more fitting session a few days before the wedding just to be absolutely sure that your bridal corset is sized appropriately.”

 

Arielle looked at her mother and then back at Adaline, and then down to her still quivering feet in their red high heels. She closed her eyes and gulped in a breath of air before replying, “I really would feel more comfortable with one more session,” she said at last. “I want everything to be perfect!”

 

Adaline was half expecting that response. Looking at her schedule, “Of course! Of course…

 

“I’m kind of booked during those few days. I have a couple after-hours appointments available, but those are after I send my clerks home for the day so it’s just me here – and they tend to run a little long. You might be on the tension verification chairs for a while as I attend other customers. Wound that be okay?”

 

Arielle didn’t open her eyes, but nodded affirmation.

 

“Okay then. I have you down for the Wednesday before your wedding for a fitting session and extended tension verification. It should take about 3 hours or so.”

 

“Adaline?” Camille asked politely. “Do you have room for another? Henri and I’s 35-year anniversary is coming up in a few months and we were thinking about renewing our vows with a ceremony and the whole works,” she explained.

 

“I think I can work you in,” Adaline replied with an evil smile. Business was good!

 

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A week later…

 

Adaline quickly ran the Pauline through Tests A and B before starting Test C on the 6th tension verification chair at the back of the boutique. The adorable looking, 20-something, dark skinned, brunette was a bridesmaid in her older sister’s wedding. She had recently increased her maximum dilation and their mother had wanted an extra fitting session for the young woman. As expected, all the tension readings were right where they were supposed to be. The young bridesmaid added her cries of anguish to the 5 others in the room as the tension verification chair picked up speed and power to its maximum setting.

 

The other 5 chairs contained moaning and crying brides and bridesmaids – and one older woman looking to renew her vows, Adaline remembered as she looked down the line to the Camille. The voluptuous blonde woman was next to her daughter, Arielle. The pair had been the first two women to show up for their appointments at 5:00 earlier this evening. Two pairs of I and H cup tits bounced wildly as the 8.50” wide and 5.25” wide heavy-grade torture dildos pounded their bottom holes with alarming force. Three other bound and corseted women lay between Arielle and Pauline.

 

Adaline had sent Renee and Monique – 2 of her 3 clerks – home just as her first after-hours appointee had showed up. Now 7:10, her first client had been on a tension verification chair at maximum power for just under an hour. In the meantime, Adaline had single handedly corseted each woman, locked them into an empty fitting machine, and then mounted them on a tension verification chair. Now basically finished, all 6 woman screamed and moaned together as their bottom holes were tore into with heavy-grade torture dildos. The underlying sound of 6 taut rubber bands being strummed was quieter but still distinct. As expected, Camille and Arielle had cum numerous times. Only one other woman had orgasmed at all during the tension verification – and even then, only twice.

 

Stretching her sore back as much as she could in her constricting corset, Adaline tried to relax a little bit. Moving towards the ‘Employees Only’ door, she figured she’d leave the 6 women alone to get used to their dildos and corsets for another hour or so. She normally took them off the tension verification chairs in the same order they went on, but she was toying with the idea of doing it reverse order today as Camille and Arielle looked like they were somewhat enjoying themselves. Well, at least they were cumming a lot with significant amounts of crying and pitiful moaning coming from the pair in between orgasms. The two looked like an absolute messes! So much snot, drool and tears had fallen onto their bouncing tits that there were rivers of fluid running down their large, bouncing mammaries. In turn, this flow of wet misery had started to run down their boned, leather corsets.

 

Adaline shrugged and entered the ‘Employees Only’ door as she made her way to her back office – not the front office where she met with customers, but the office with the mountain of paperwork that was waiting for her. She passed the break room on her left as she did so. Inside, Sabine lay strapped to the fucking chair as Adaline had left her more than 2 hours ago. The 4.50” heavy-grade torture dildo continued to ram into the helpless redhead’s ruined sphincter with forceful blows. Two other heavy-grad torture dildos were mounted on spare hardpoints beneath her: a 4.40” and a 4.60” inch monster. The young woman just lay there and moaned. She was obviously extremely exhausted from all her orgasms. Adaline’s clerks liked to take turns with ‘after-hours on the job’ training most weeknights. She crossed over to check on the machine’s status. The timer had 8 more minutes until it automatically swapped out Sabine’s dildo to the largest mounted; which was roughly equal to her current maximum.

 

Adaline planned on letting the redhead free after her 6 clients were finished, but not until her paperwork was finished. That normally took about an hour or so. Moving to her office, she settled into her desk, brought up the recorded feeds from earlier that morning and tried to start her work. An entrepreneur’s job was never done.

 

On screen was just before opening. She and Monique were on the fitting machines being pounded onto lightly veined dildos that would be locked up their bottoms for the day while Sabine finished up corseting Renee in the background. Adaline watched herself get hammered lower and lower. She remembered each blow with painful clarity. While not the heavy-grade torture dildos her customers wore, being corseted and pounded down onto a nearly maximum sized dildo everyday made one’s body very sore.

 

She continued to watch for several minutes before she heard the fucking machine in the break room swap out dildos and Sabine’s wail of pain at the unexpectedly large penetration. The did it! Adaline was just too worked up tonight to get any real work done.

 

Returning to the break room, Adaline prepared the second fucking machine. She fetched 7.35”wide, 7.40” wide, and 7.45” wide heavy-grade torture dildos; each 24” long and the last being her maximum dilation. She loaded them into three of machine’s four hardpoints and lubricated them thoroughly. Tapping commands into the control panel, she programmed the machine to swap them out every 5 minutes until the larges size was inserted and then run at maximum power for 45 more minutes. She then sat down and allowed the hard point to automatically affix itself to her current 7.35”wide, 24” long lightly veined dildo, placed her legs into the brackets and her wrists into the restraint loops. The machine would automatically release her after the program ended.

 

Sensing its occupant was ready, it pulled Adaline’s legs into a wide, 180 degree splits and immediately swapped out her lightly veined dildo for the identically sized heavy-grade torture dildo and cycled up to maximum power. Adaline cried out in anguish as her insides immediately turned to red hot lava. Despite the pain, she felt her first orgasm building fast.

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Thanks for this new thought. Really love your stories. I'm only unhappy that english is not my native language, so I have to stressful thinking and using additional translators while reading.

I'm curious about the new story 'from Germany'. Hopefully the release date is badly soon. What do you mean with 'three full length chapters'? 3 parts, each with the size of the Madrid story for example?

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Thanks! And yes, the unreleased story is roughly three times the size of the Madrid story. It's been a few months since I last looked at it though. 

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My my your are awfully productive at the moment. Not that I complain, far from it.

I'm happy to read that in the future France people still respect the workers needs and don't sacrifices their health for the sake of productivity. France is also one of those country that rely a lot on Welfare State . We could imagine that in this future, in France the state offer to all women to paid them to follow formations in a wide range of masochistic practices (and one ore two sadistic as being a good top require some skills). Those formations were first targeting jobless peoples. After six month or a year of intensive training, their new capability would help them a lot to make a strong impression at any job interview. Latter the measure have been opened to any women to make it easier for them to take a break from their work and to deepen some aspect of their masochism. Of course some women then exploited the system to not work at all and just make a living of starting an other formation as soon as they finished the previous one. But seeing the result of fifty year of this kind of life may make you wonder if this flaw is actually a flaw.

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