Peter Hansen

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Well, there is a new world awaiting on the outside. The L-club has new experiences for her… ;-)

(At some point - this got to come to an end. There will be no more in this series.) Janet’s Release Janet had been in prison for close to 5 ½ months and was looking at a release within the foreseeable future. She had seen significant development over the course of her prison time, as she was these days wearing dilation plugs with a diameter of 15 cm. x 22 cm. length in her asshole on a daily basis. The plugs had a tapered end, so her sphincter was dilated around 12 cm., but the body of the plug was 15 cm. applying a nice constant pressure to her inner body. Janet had to wear the plugs unfortunately, as her sphincter no longer closed up as a normal person’s would. She thus wore them not only because it felt good and because she was used to it and craved the feeling, but simply out of necessity. Also, it should not be forgotten that she was made to keep her asshole at a certain capacity by her in-prison Mistress, Mistress Anne. “How are we feeling this morning?” Mistress Anne said and tapped, perhaps a bit stronger than needed, Janet’s plug between her buttocks with her right hand. “Thank you, Mistress. I’m feeling good,” Janet answered with a smile. “You are aware that you need to wear a plug 24/7 also when on the outside, right?” “Yes - I know Mistress. Also, I will always carry a backup plug in my purse when I’m out and about as you have instructed me,” she responded with a smile. “That’s good to hear,” Mistress Anne said. “I would also like to inform you that I have made some arrangements for you to meet up with a friend of mine when you get out. My friend Olivia runs a club downtown, a club where I believe your skills will come to good use.” “Oh..?” Janet responded. “What type of club is that…?” “Well - you need to make a living somehow and given your impressive skill set, this is the right place for you to work,” Mistress Anne answered with a reassuring look nodding her head. 14 days later Janet was to be released the following morning. Due to the upcoming release, the women in the cell block had arranged a little farewell party for Janet. “Janet - as you are going away tomorrow, we have invited some ‘guests’ to come pay their respect tonight,” Mistress Lin said looking at Janet. Janet only too well knew what ‘pay their respect’ meant when it came from Mistress Lin. Mistress Lin had specialised in toilet play and in the education of lesbian toilet slaves, so it was obvious to Janet what she would be spending her evening doing. At 19 hours, a group of 6 women arrived at the cell each carrying a large bottle in their hands. “We arrive filled up, ready and looking forward to ‘sprinkle’ you with love, my dear!” they said in unison in a bubbly tone. Janet acknowledged their arrival, knowing full well that she would soon be on her back underneath the toilet seat receiving the ‘love’ of all 6 women. Janet said: “Thank you for coming to my farewell party. It will be my pleasure to accept your gifts.” Janet went on her back with her head positioned right under the toilet seat looking directly at the ceiling of the cell. As she felt the first warm stream of piss fill her mouth, she opened her throat and let the warm liquid enter her stomach. She had developed a way of letting piss run directly into her body without having to swallow. It was a skill she had perfectioned whilst in prison. As one of the women sat down, she said, “I have a little more to offer you, slut.” She moved a bit forward and Janet was looking directly into the anus of the woman placed 6 cm. above her face. As expected, she watched the woman’s anus pulse and slowly started to open. Janet was no novice to this and just opened her mouth to receive the shit being presented. As she felt the gift hit her tongue, she made room for it in her mouth. It was not an unusual taste to Janet as she had done this numerous times before. She started to swallow the shit now in her mouth and managed to gulp it down fairly quickly. The aftertaste was significant and present, so she looked forward to receiving the piss of the next 2 women that were to use her, to clear the brown taste she had all over her mouth right now. As all 6 women were done using Janet, she was allowed to get out from under the toilet seat and the women left the cell waving goodbye to Janet. “How about that? Was that not a nice farewell gift?” Mistress Lin said with a smile looking at Janet. “Yes - sure!” Janet answered, not really being true to her actual feelings. She would obviously have preferred to receive something more ‘normal’ than being a toilet slave again. “I’m happy you liked your party,” Mistress Anne added looking at the two women. “Tomorrow early morning, you will give both Mistress Lin and myself a deep and thorough rimming before you depart. And then I hope not to see you again on the inside!” Janet nodded and gave both women a thankful look. Release Morning The following morning, Janet was picked up by a guard at 08:00. Janet had just finished her duty as ‘morning cleaner’ and her tongue was feeling a bit worn out after having rimmed both Mistresses for an extended period of time. “I see you are ready to go?” the guard said. “Come on - let’s move.” Janet waved goodbye to Mistress Lin, Mistress Anne and her fellow slavegirl Angelica. The guard took Janet to the exit room where she was provided with her own old clothes she had arrived in when coming to the prison. It was a strange feeling to be wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse all of a sudden. It had been 6 months since she had worn ‘normal’ clothes. As Janet pulled up her jeans, she felt the plug being pushed further into her as the jeans had a closer fit than that of the prison suit. “Oh - that’s going to be a ‘full’ day today,” she thought to herself as she anticipated being reminded of her butt plug the entire day. As Janet passed the gate of the prison, she was walking into a ray of sunshine and all of a sudden she felt insecure, as she no longer had the confined feeling surrounding her that she was used to. Everything around her was now free and open. It was quite a strange feeling she had not experienced for a long time. Janet found the bus stop in front of the prison and waited for the bus to arrive. She had been provided a temporary apartment arrangement by the state and knew she was expected to abide by the instructions to stay out of future trouble. The apartment was part of the ‘get-back-to-society’ act instituted by the state. As the bus arrived, Janet entered the bus and presented the bus ticket she had been given by the prison the same morning. She went to a vacant seat and placed her body on the seat. Sitting down on the base of her anal plug only made Janet very aware of it. “Oh - how nice to feel the caress of my retention plug,” she thought to herself with a smile on her face. As the bus drove downtown, Janet got off the bus close to where she was to live. She took her bag and slung it across her shoulder. She walked to the building where her apartment was found and opened the envelope with the keys she had been given by the guard when she left the prison. Inside the envelope, she found the keys, but also a handwritten note. The note was signed: “Mistress Anne”. Janet felt a surge of fear mixed with anticipation as she saw the name. She stopped, looked around and slowly opened the note. She closed it again. “No, I’ll read it when I get into the apartment in private,” she thought to herself, not sure if she could bear to read it out here on the street. She feared what would be found in that note. Janet put the key to the hole and unlocked the front door. She pushed open the door and looked into a small two room apartment. There was a living room with a table and 2 chairs. There was a kitchen and there was a bathroom. All fairly normal and as expected. Janet sat at the table after having thrown her bag at the floor, she felt the butt plug move into her, as she sat down on the seat of the chair. She opened the note she had seen in the envelope. “Janet, You are now out of prison. But, that does not mean I’m done with you. I still have acquaintances on the outside that know where you live and who have the capacity to help me keep you in line, my little star-slut. To not forget ‘who you are’, you will follow my instructions in this note to the letter. Mornings: Every morning, you will prepare a smoothie as you did whilst following the training of Mistress Lin. It consists of fruit of choice blended with milk and a piece of own morning shit. All blended together into a nice ‘chocolate’ smoothie. If you somehow do not like milk, you are welcome to replace that with your own warm piss, of course. To ensure you follow my instructions, you will take a picture of the smoothie every morning. Remember, cameras these days stamp a picture with date and time, so I’ll know if you are trying to reuse a picture of yesterday. The picture you will present to Olivia when you arrive at her club. After breakfast: You will of course always be plugged. We already established that that is needed for you as your sphincter no longer closes. We don’t want you to have accidents during the day. You will wear your 15 cm. retention plug under your tight jeans. Every day. During day: To ensure nothing happens, you will always carry another 15 cm. diameter backup dildo in your purse wherever you go. We don’t want you to lose your gains. When you need to use the toilet, you remove your plug, hold it in your hand and do your business. Once done - you lube it up again and re-insert the plug into your waiting asshole. If you are feeling very adventurous, you prepare and lube it up using your tongue. Lastly: To keep you hydrated during the day, you will carry a large 1L. water bottle in your bag. You are welcome to guess what will be found in that bottle (don’t disappoint me!) Looking forward to hearing from your new boss, Olivia, how you are progressing… /Mistress Anne Janet looked at the note. She felt a strange sense of comforting calm as it was from a person with whom she had had intimate affection and contact during the recent 5 months. She was taken a bit by surprise that she developed those feelings just from reading the note. Perhaps her state of mind and self-understanding actually changed during her prison stay? Time was now 1 PM and Janet needed to prepare for her initial approval meeting at The L-Club. The L-Club was Olivia’s club downtown. Janet pretty easily guessed why it was called ‘The L-Club’. Janet herself was a lesbian woman and as such had no problems surrounding herself with other dedicated women with the same sexual preference as her own. Janet was asked to arrive at the club at 6 PM, to get some ‘feel’ of the facilities before they opened the doors at 7 PM.

Bike Race Aftermath - Ceremony, P2 Janet lowered herself past the 9 cm. dilation point. She had had larger things in her ass before, but all too well knew that moving too far too early would spell punishment to her. She managed to move the slider 1 cm. further down the metallic cone. “Is that all you can manage…?” Mistress Anne asked rhetorically. “Yes - I’m afraid so,” Janet answered, both of them knowing full well that she was lying. “Hmm - I know for a fact that that is not entirely true, slut! I’m not taking lightly to being lied to, you know.” Janet knew she was walking a fine line now between not being entirely truthful and preserving her own sphincter in an intact state. “You have moved the slider a measly 1 cm. further down the cone? That translates to 12 cm. in dilation diameter,” Mistress Anne said. “You know there is only one way forward now…?” Janet nodded. “Yes - I know. That’s what I’m trying to manage.” “Well - we are closing in on the 20 min. mark now, and we need to move on in our little ceremony.” Mistress Anne said. “How far did we go this time, Janet?” Janet stood up and got off the cone. She turned around and looked at the progress slider and the corresponding diameter reading. To her own surprise, she seemingly had moved the slider further down making the readings a bit different. “I’m at 14 cm. diameter and 11 cm depth, Mistress,” Janet responded. “Angelica - as Janet has stopped her current dilation at 14 cm. It seems to be your turn to gain focus again. I hope your ass is feeling better, as you have had 20 min. to recover?” she asked. Angela did not respond, but merely stood up from the chair visibly aching whilst doing so. “I cannot continue this punishment, Mistress Anne! I know I lost the bike race, but please stop this madness. You can punish me by humiliation, but I’m in pain everywhere and I cannot continue,” Angelia pleaded with Mistress Anne. “Nonsense! Of-course you can continue. Remember, you are choosing the punishments yourself. I’m not even involved. It is all your own doing,” Mistress Anne responded. Angela could not muster the energy to keep bargaining with her Mistress and moved to the spinning wheel again. She gave it a tug to start spinning. The wheel slowed down and stopped at: <i>nipple clamping</i> “Oh - that’s a nice and easy effort for you,” Mistress Anne said. Angelica did not disagree with that as compared to being caned, it seemed a lenient punishment to her. “So, let’s see how long you will have to endure this pleasure?” Angelica spun the wheel again and watched it slow down. It ended at <i>10.</i> “I see - you have chosen to have your erect nipples clamped for 10 minutes. That’s an easy punishment, wouldn’t you agree?” she asked, looking at Angelica. Angelica, being grateful of the punishment she had won, nodded and said: “Yes, Mistress - I agree, this I can tolerate.” Little did Angelica know about the nipple clamps Mistress Anne had prepared for the ceremony. The clamps she had prepared were obviously made out of steel, but in addition they had teeth along the ridges of the clamps making them ‘bite’ into the flesh. It was therefore not just the ‘clamping’ experience Angelica would feel, but also a pain inducing biting to her poor nipples. “Janet - come perform your duties,” Mistress Anne said directed at Janet. Janet walked towards the closet where the ‘tools’ were located. She took the nipple clamps out which had a surprisingly heavy chain between them. A 1.5 kg. heavy chain that would weigh down on the clamps pulling them downwards. As Angelica saw the clamps to be attached to her nipples, she swallowed noticeably. “They look nice, wouldn’t you say, slut?” Mistress Anne asked, looking at Angelica. Janet grabbed Angelica's left nipple and rolled it between her fingers to make it stand out. The nipple hardened and stood out. “Are you ready?” she asked Angelica, being thankful it was not herself that was to have her nipples clamped. Angelica nodded knowing that it was only a matter of time before she would feel the pain anyway. Janet grabbed the nipple, opened the metal clamp with her right hand and moved the jaws towards Angelica’s nipple. Janet slowly let go of the clamp watching it bite into the tender flesh of Angelica’s left nipple. Angelica noticeably moved her upper body as she felt the biting sensation in her left nipple. Her eyes started to water and tears started running from the corners of her eyes. This was a tad more painful than she had imagined. Janet on purpose kept the chain in her hands thus making Angelica unaware of the upcoming effect of the weight of the heavy chain. Next she grabbed Angelica’s right nipple and rolled it between her fingers to motivate it. Due to the pain Angelica was feeling already, her right nipple already was standing at attention so little motivation was needed. “Ready…?” Janet looked at Angelica. Angelica nodded looking directly into Janet’s eyes. Janet placed the right clamp on Angelica’s nipple and allowed her to feel the bite in her nipple as she let go of the clamp. Angelica uttered a moan as both nipples were now feeling the full bite of the clamp jaws. “Feeling good, slut?” Mistress Anne asked. Angelica nodded. “Okay - drop the chain, Janet!” Mistress Anne instructed. Angelica’s eyes widened and her face gave a panicky expression as her brain quickly registered what was about to happen now. Janet looked directly at Angelica, and let go of the 1.5 kg chain she had been holding in her hands connecting the two steel nipple clamps. Angelica immediately felt as if her nipples were being torn off her body as the full weight of the chain became apparent to her (or her nipples to be exact). She felt the heavy pull of 1.5 kg. dangling from her body only supported by saw-teeth steel clips biting into her tender nipple flesh. This was far different from what she had envisioned. “Slut, I will now start a timer and you get 10 min. with your ‘crocodile-friends’ caressing your sore nipples.” Mistress Anne informed Angelica with an evil grin on her face. Angelica could not think. All of her attention was focused on her nipples and she literally feared they would come off her body as she felt the chain swinging in front of her. “10 minutes of this…!” she thought to herself. How should she survive this? Janet stood back and watched Angelica wincing in pain. “I’m so happy, I won that competition today,” she thought to herself. “As long as I keep pushing that insertion slider on the cone downwards, I’m off the hook and will not be forced to spin the wheel.” She sadly also knew what that implied. She was currently at 14 cm. dilation, and to keep increasing that was a painful experience in itself. At some point she would meet her physical capacity and that was surely before 20 cm. dilation, she thought to herself. “8 min., Angelica,” Mistress Anne informed the obviously pain ridden woman standing in the centre of the cell. Angelica looked at Mistress Anne. The pain in her nipples had subsided a bit since they started the ordeal, but still she felt her nipples being bitten into. She also knew that when the clips were taken off and the blood would rush back to her nipples, she would experience another jolt of pain. That was in 2 minutes! Janet curiously listened to the conversation between the two, only knowing too well what she herself would be forced to do in 2-3 minutes from now. She would have to take a ‘seat’ on her expander cone. Or her ‘trophy’ as Mistress Anne so gracefully had called it. “Okay - we are done with this pleasurable experience. Janet - help Angelica take off the clamps,” she instructed Janet. Janet moved towards Angelica and looked her directly into the eyes. Angelica looked back at Janet and they both knew whose eyes would tear up when Janet released the strong clamps. Janet placed both of her hands on Angelica’s breasts and grabbed the clamps between her forefinger and thumb. “Ready…?” she asked. Angelica nodded only knowing full well how painful this was going to be. Janet pressed down on both clamps simultaneously and they both were released from Angelica’s compressed nipples. Angelica felt an intense pain in her nipples as a result of this action and her eyes started watering intensively. This was almost as painful as when Janet let go of the heavy chain 10 minutes prior to this. Angelica yelled out as a result of this painful ordeal. “Oh - I see you liked the last part!” Mistress Anne said jokingly. “It’s a good thing that we are far from over with this ceremony. This is what you win when you lose the race, you little rat,” she said looking at Angelica. “Now I’ll give you 15 minutes to care for your flat nipples and see if you can bring life back to them. I would hate for you to be walking around with flattened nipples for the rest of the week.”’ “Janet - you have a task ahead of you, I think. Where were you? Was it 14 cm already?” she looked at Janet. Janet nodded and walked over to the cone seat she knew well by now. She started sinking herself onto the cone. She felt the familiar touch of the cone tip to her anus and felt it slide into her as she slowly allowed herself to move downwards towards the seat. “Where is the progression slider?” she started panicking. She did not feel it. Did Mistress Anne move it further down while Janet was busy with Angelica’s breasts? “What’s wrong?” Mistress Janet asked. “Not feeling well…?” “I’m just not feeling the slider anywhere?” Janet said with a bit of concern to her voice. “I did not move it. Your ass is not closing up, I hope?” she said to Janet. “You have to move the slider, which is at 14 cm. dilation, further down. Otherwise, you know the consequence.” Janet concentrated and attempted to relax her muscles. Perhaps the anticipation of where this would end made her tense up and not allow a dilation as she was supposed to. She started applying pressure to the cone to force it into herself to find that infamous slider she was supposed to move down with her stretched anus. “I see you are close now,” she heard Mistress Anne say who was standing behind her enjoying the spectacle. Janet started letting her full weight be supported by the cone. She felt the slider with her anus now and knew that that was just the start. She needed to move it further down. Janet sat back on the cone and lifted her left leg from the floor. She was now sitting on the cone supported only by her sphincter and her right foot. “Are we progressing?” Mistress Anne asked. “I’m trying!” Janet answered with desperation. “I’m currently sitting on the cone with almost my full weight!” “That’s good, your little A-star slut! Perhaps, you should try lifting both feet and sit back on your trophy to really enjoy it?” Mistress Anne responded. Janet lifted her right leg from the floor and was now literally sitting on the cone with her full weight of 62 kg. “I see the number 16 disappear,” Mistress Anne said looking at Janet’s efforts with the cone. Janet placed her feet on the floor again and stood up. She turned around and looked at the progress slider on the cone. It said 12 cm deep and a 16 cm diameter. “Well done, slut!” Mistress Anne said. “I wonder how you intend to move that forward in the next round?” Janet had the exact same concern...

(an updated version of the result of the anal bike race performed by Janet and Angelica) Bike Race Aftermath - Ceremony, Part 1 “Girls - we had a winner today,” Mistress Anne started by saying after they had been back in the cell for some hours. All 4 women were in the cell and Mistress Anne had even invited Lola to watch the ceremony. “Janet won the bike competition, but both endured a great ‘calibration’ of their assholes. Janet is really turning into a capable slut in our little harem,” she continued. “Janet will be allowed to be without dilation plugs tonight and will be left to recover.” Janet felt a great relief hearing this. She really was sore in her hole after the activities she had endured hours earlier that day. “The one ‘not winning’ also claims a prize in this game and Angelica, that’s you!” Mistress Anne said, and walked over to the wall in the cell. “Behind this veil, we have a spinning wheel that holds a number of punishments to be received by the one who lost the race. Angelica, you get to spin the wheel and you, Janet, get to administer the punishments to Angelica as she lost the race today.” Both girls directed their attention to the veil covered spinning wheel. Mistress Anne pulled away the veil and presented a spinning wheel like the ones you would see at a fun fair or tombola. It held 8 different fields each with their own punishment written on it. “As you know - I like my slave girls to be versatile. That means they will be able to serve with their holes (mouth and ass), but also to be able to receive punishment when that is due. A good pain tolerance is a thing that is built up over a period of time, and today Angelica gets to explore hers,” she finished. They all looked at the 8 fields found on the spinning wheel. The fields displayed 8 different activities: caning, whipping, face slapping, breast slapping, nipple clamping, hot wax on pussy lips, needles to nipples, spiked dildo. In addition, the 8 fields held a number indicating the amount of slaps or canings the unlucky victim would receive. The numbers were ranging from 5 - 40. “As you can see, this is the game. Angelica, you will spin the wheel twice, and Janet will administer the punishment you have chosen,” Mistress Anne said. “Hell - I might even assist myself, if she does not do it well enough,” Mistress Anne ended the instruction. None of the girls felt very happy about this whole arrangement. None of them in particular had an interest in pain per se, but at the same time accepted that a game is a game. And if you participate, you go all the way. Do you say ‘A’ - you also say ‘B’. “But, we must not forget the winner’s prize!” Mistress Anne surprisingly said with a happy expression on her face. She now had the full attention of both girls. “The winner’s prize is a metal trophy that takes the shape of a traffic cone. It has the feature that the trophy foot can be removed making the trophy an actual cone that can be inverted and placed on a chair or directly on the floor. I guess you already know where the narrow part goes? It starts small, but is very wide at the top,” Mistress Anne said triumphant. “You basically get to sit on an inverted cone trophy, my dear. Now nice am I?” Mistress Anne asked rhetorically and smiled at Janet. “Have you ever tried that before…?” she asked. “As I know for a fact that your pussy lips are still sewn together, I guess that leaves you with only one orifice?” she smiled at Janet. “I’m guessing the cone has a starting diameter of 7 cm. and ends with 20 cm. at the top, so you are in for an experience, Janet.” “The setup will be; every time Angelica turns the wheel and/or is in-between punishments, Janet also gets to rest her tired body. She will rest sitting on the inverted trophy and I expect her to be able to move the progress marker on the trophy as time progresses.” There was a marker found along the length of the cone indicating how far down Janet would go. “Janet - just a word of warning. If you fail to continuously move the progress bar on the cone during our session tonight, you too will be allowed to spin the wheel!” Mistress Anne said, looking sternly at Janet. “Holy fuck - did she not just tell me, I would be spared?” Janet thought to herself. “This is similar to the Resting Room benches in the A-Team training programme. Also there, I was allowed to rest on a conical dildo, although ’rest’ is a big word in this context,” Janet concluded. Angelica could not really decide whether she was the one having ‘won’ the best prize? Having to sit on a cone that ended in a 20 cm. diameter, did indeed sound very painful! “Okay - let’s start. Angelica, spin the wheel!” Mistress Anne said, looking at Angela. “Janet, in the meantime, you can lube up your trophy to prepare your seat,” she said and handed Janet a tube of gel. “I’ll allow you to use as much lube as you prefer during the whole evening.” Angelica moved to the spinning wheel, took a deep breath and gave the wheel a pull. The wheel started spinning… All 5 women looked with intense focus at the spinning wheel. Everyone was excited to learn of the resulting ‘perk’ Angelica was to receive. The wheel slowly stopped the rotations and the arrow ended up with: “hot wax on pussy lips.” “No!” Angelica shouted in her head. “This, I cannot stand!” “Okay - one more spin of the wheel to learn the number of drops,” Mistress Anne said. Angelica again spun the wheel, and all 5 women looked at the wheel to see how many drops Angelica was to endure on her open pussy lips. The wheel slowed down and stopped at: 20. “Angelica - you have yourself asked to receive 20 drops of hot candle wax onto your spread pussy lips. You will hold your pussy lips open as you receive the drops, and if you move and/or close them during the process, we reset the counter and start again,” Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “It will give you a nice feel of what it means to have a fiery pussy”, Mistress Anne continued. Angelica looked in horror at the prospect of what was about to happen to her. “Angelica - go lay on your back on the table there. You will spread your legs and pull your ankles towards your head. To give you a fair chance, and not have you move because the hot wax hits your fingers, I’ll provide you with 2 clothes pins to be attached to your outer labia. You will grab these clothes pins and pull apart your pussy lips to display your hole and your inner pussy lips for the wax to hit,” Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “And again - if you move, given those advantages I just presented, we start the count again!” “Lola - you will assist Angelica by standing behind her head, and hold her ankles open.” “Janet, you grab the candle and the matches over there,” Mistress Anne said pointing to a large candle like the ones you find in a church, being able to hold a flame for hours. Janet, having finished greased up the cone trophy already for herself with plenty of lube, walked towards the table in the cell where the candle was placed and took the matches. She lid the candle to allow it to form a sizable puddle of hot wax. Angelica was lying on the table with her pussy lips spread waiting for the hot wax to be dripped onto them. She did not look forward to the experience and feared it would be unbearable for her. Janet took the candle and balanced it over between Angelica's spread legs. It required some concentration to not spill the hot wax as she walked. “So - are you ready for 20 drops of hot wax onto your tender inner pussy lips?” Janet asked, looking at Angelica. Angelica did not answer, but just looked with horror at the candle that Janet was holding above her pussy. Janet started tilting the candle to make wax drop onto Angelica’s pussy. As the first drop of wax fell and hit Angelica’s tender flesh, she jumped and screamed out in pain. “So, so - that was just a teaser,” Mistress Anne said to Angelica, enjoying her obvious state of pain. “The next drop will start the count and you have 20 drops to look forward to, so you will have plenty of opportunity to really enjoy it,” she informed Angelica. Angelica did not answer. She was in so much pain between her legs, that she did not really focus on what Mistress Anne said to her. She attempted to hold her pussy open and not move, as she knew that doing that would only extend the pain and the amount of wax poured into her pussy. As Janet tilted the candle again, the next drop hit Angelica. She felt the intense pain of warm wax hitting her inner pussy lips and was a short second in doubt if she would pass out from the pain. It was intense. Janet tilted again the candle and let the next drop hit Angelica, this time on the outer lips. This was not as painful as being hit on the inner lips, but still it was extremely unpleasant. Angelica focused her mind on staying still to prevent a potential reset of the count and as the drops kept coming and dripping onto her flesh, the pain actually subsided a bit as the drops hit areas already covered in wax. “That was 18 drops of hot wax,” Janet announced, unable to hide her surprise that Angelica had been able to withstand the pain. “Pull your pussy hole open, slut!” Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “The next two drops will be an experience as they go into your pussy instead of being on the outside. Janet, aim at the open hole in her pussy!” Mistress Anne said. Janet made sure to pour the next 2-3 drops directly into Angelica’s open pussy hole. Angelica felt the hot wax enter her body and screamed. It was the most painful experience she had yet endured. She moved her hips briefly in an attempt to escape the pain, but made sure to maintain the pull on her pussy lips to not disappoint Mistress Anne. “Done,” Janet said. “That was 20 drops of ‘pussy wax’.” “Okay - you can now recover for 10 minutes,” Mistress Anne said looking at Angelica. “You are welcome to dig out the wax from your pussy, as it hardens”. “Janet, as Angelica now is left with 10 min. to herself and subsequently will spin the wheel again; I wonder if you can guess what that means to you?” Mistress Anne looked at Janet. “You get to rest as well for 10 min!” Mistress Anne said with a smile and looked at the cone trophy Janet had ‘won’ in the bike competition. Janet was perfectly aware of that ‘rest’ meant in this context and placed the still lit candle on the table. She walked over to her trophy that she had left on a chair seat after having lubricated it. Janet noticed the slider on the side indicating how far down she would go, and knew that she had to keep moving that slider with each attempt she had with the cone. If Mistress Anne did not see any progress of the slider, Janet would be forced to spin the wheel herself. The slider was made cleverly enough to also indicate diameter as well as the depth. “Right - so the progress slider currently sits at 0 cm. depth. I expect that you are able to move it, at least 10 cm. down indicating your depth. The 10 cm. depth translates to approx 15 cm. in diameter, so be careful. We have some rounds ahead of us and if you do not move it anywhere - you win a round on the spinning wheel,” Mistress Anne assuringly said looking at Janet. Janet knew this again would be a matter of tactical planning on her part. If she started out too deep and too wide, she would not be able to show progress on round 7 or 8. She moved towards the seat where the cone currently was placed upside down with the narrow part pointing up. It glistened in the light from the grease Janet had previously generously applied. “Oh - how soothing that looks…” Janet thought to herself. “It should make it an enjoyable experience,” she thought, thinking back at what could have been the alternative. She had had Tiger Balm, she had experienced toothpaste and she had other things in her asshole the recent months used as lubrication. All of which had ravaged her neither opening. She honestly liked to be ‘used’ and to be ‘ravaged’, but she never publicly admitted to it towards other people. Also, she liked to feel the stretching feeling of her asshole being pulled open, a thought that just hit her now. If she started out too hard, she feared being unable to demonstrate progress as they reached round #6 or #7, and Janet quite well knew the articulated expectations from Mistress Anne. And, especially the repercussions of not being able to show progress. Janet looked at Angelica who was sitting with her legs wide spread hunched over, actively working on her pussy lips. They were completely covered in hard wax from the ordeal she had just been through, and she was desperately attempting to pull out the wax both from within her pussy as well as from her pussy lips. “Poor girl,” Janet thought to herself. “I wonder what will be in store for her later today…”. Janet straddled the cone and slowly started lowering her body onto the narrow part of her ‘trophy-cone’. She felt the tip of the cone enter her asshole and she felt the progress slider move downwards as she lowered herself. It quickly started feeling full. “I need to be careful not to go to my capacity, already!” she reminded herself even though she was already enjoying the stretch it gave her. “Time is up!” Mistress Anne announced. “We are due for another spin of the wheel”, she said looking at Janet’s efforts. “How far did we go, my dear?” she asked. Janet slowly stood up and felt the cone leave her body. She felt empty and was already longing for the satisfying feeling of being ‘occupied’ in her asshole again. “I see - a 5 cm. progress slider, already. That reads a diameter of 9 cm.” Mistress Anne said with satisfaction in her voice. “Be careful - you know the rules. We are only entering round #2 now…” Janet nodded her head in acknowledgement and moved herself towards the spinning wheel. “Angelica - your turn,” Mistress Anne said looking at Angelica. Angelica grabbed the side of the wheel and with a worried expression on her face, gave the wheel a tug. The spinning wheel spun quickly and everybody in the cell focused on the wheel to see the outcome. The wheel started to slow down and came to a rest at: caning “You have chosen to be caned across your buttucks, my dear,” Mistress Anne said with satisfaction looking at Angelica. “Shall we see how many times…?” Angelica gave the wheel a tug again and hoped for the best. The numbers ranged from 5 to 40, so she could in worst-case end up with a very severe round of caning. The wheel slowed down and ended up with: 35 “No - I’m going to die before this is over!” she thought to herself. “I see you like pain, my dear,” Mistress Anne said. “Not only do you like to have your pussy set on fire, but also you like to have your backside being beaten. And not only 10 times.” “I’m very satisfied with your choices, my dear. It is all about earning respect here in the cell,” Mistress Anne continued. “I’m so happy that I won the bike race!” Janet thought to herself. “I could never stand the spinning wheel punishments.” She was well aware that she would be forced to spin the wheel if she did not continue to show progress and she was already at 9 cm. dilation on the cone. “Janet - grab the two canes standing in the corner over there.” Mistress Anne said. “Angelica, you bend over the table and hold on to Lola’s hand as she stands in front of you supporting your experience.” Lola moved in front of the table ready to hold Angelica’s hands as she was to be caned across her ass cheeks. Angelica bent over the table and found Lola’s hands in front of her. She was unable to move, as she felt herself being stretched across the table as Lola moved backwards pulling Angelica forward. “Janet, you are now responsible for administering 35 cane strokes to Angelica’s ass. If I sense you are not striking sufficiently hard, I can assure you I’ll make sure to make a mental note of that.” Janet took one of the canes in her hand and immediately felt the ‘power’ it left her with. She had never caned anyone before, but could vividly imagine the effect of receiving a cane stroke on a body part. Also, she was not in doubt that she would herself feel a consequence did she not meet Mistress Anne’s expectations. “Angelica - count out loud as you receive your caning!” Mistress Anne said. “Go ahead, Janet.” Janet swung the cane and felt the effect in the cane as it hit Angelica’s buttocks. Angelica’s ass immediately showed the results, as a swollen red line formed across both her ass cheeks. Angelica screamed out loud as she felt the cane hit her body the first time. “That was not a proper counting, slut!” Mistress Anne yelled. “We start over again!” Janet let the cane hit Angelica again and witnessed the new red line it produced. Two nice red stripes were now visible on Angelica’s bared ass cheeks. “1!” Angelica yelled out. She could not imagine how it would feel as she knew she was destined for 35 strikes in total. It would be a living hell for her. Janet let the next cane stroke hit her target. “2!” she heard Angelica shout out.It was clear that Angelica was not in any sub-space yet and was actively fighting against the caning. Janet again hit Angelica with the cane. And another cane stroke… When Janet heard the number “33” being yelled out, she knew they were close to the finishing line. Also, she in the back of her mind knew what that meant to the diameter of her own sphincter as she would be allowed to ‘rest’ for a while. “Stop!”, Mistress Anne said to Janet. “How are we feeling, Angelica?” she asked. Angelica did not answer. She was just lying limp prone on the table being stretched across the table by Lola who was still holding on to Angelica’s arms pinning her down making sure she did not move during the punishment. “Angelica!” I asked you a question. “If you do not answer - we start over!” Mistress Anne warned Angelica looking at her with a stern look. Angelica sensed the consequence and uttered: “I’m tired and warm. Thank you for the education, Mistress!” she said in an effort to please Mistress Anne. “Good to hear! Janet, you now give Angelica the last two strokes with full force and then we are done for now. If I do not sense you are going all in on this, you will be spinning the wheel yourself!” she warned Janet. Janet took a step back and as she stepped forward, she swung the cane with all her force into Angelica’s ass cheeks. “34!!!” Angelica screamed out. It was clear this was a harder stroke compared to the previous 33 strokes she had received. Janet stepped back again and repeated the process. “35!!!” Angelica again cried out. “Uh - aren't two lesbians caning each other a joy to watch?” Mistress Anne asked rhetorically with a smile. Angelica’s body was now limp and completely motionless. Lola let go of Angelica’s arms and witnessed them just fall to the table. Angelica was completely wasted. And having a welted ass that she would have trouble sitting on. “Angelica - get to your feet and go have a seat on the chair while Janet rests her sore arms,” Mistress Anne said, fully knowing the effect on Angelica as well as Janet. Angelica got on her elbows and looked at Janet with a confrontational look to her face. She really hated Janet by now. How could she have hurt her so hard? Angelica managed to stand up and felt her ass being completely red and warm from the caning. It burned everytime she moved her legs and left her with a ‘punished’ feeling to all of her body. She was wasted. As she moved towards the chair next to the table, she slowly sat on the seat. Even the seat was a welcome cooling experience to her, it was also very unpleasant and painful to sit on the welts across her ass cheeks. “Angelica, as you have now been awarded the 35 cane strokes you asked for, I’ll give you 20 min. to find your bearings and recover before the next spin of the wheel. Did I not say there would be a prize to the 2. Place of the bike-race, my dear?” Mistress Anne said, smiling at Angelica. “Janet - you know what that means for you. You will be given 20 minutes to move the progress slider downwards,” she continued looking at Janet. Janet, who actually felt a bit tired in her right arm having administered the caning to Angelica, put down the cane in the corner of the cell and moved towards her ‘resting’ seat and cone. It was still glistening with lubrication and was waiting for her. She remembered that they were still only at round #2 and as such she still needed to be careful of her ‘progress’. She would not want to be on the receiving end of a caning like the one she just had given Angelica. And in particular not from Angelica. Janet had a cunning feeling that that would be Mistress Anne’s setup if Janet failed to demonstrate progress. She turned around, spread her ass cheeks and lowered herself onto the waiting cone. She felt it starting to spread her asshole and after a short while, she felt the progress slider touch her asshole. “Now - it counts,” she thought to herself. Janet felt her asshole expand as she now was where she stopped during the last round. Her asshole was at this point 9 cm. across and she was forced to demonstrate an increase to avoid being forced to spin the punishment wheel herself. She relaxed her body and let her weight fall onto the cone. She felt her asshole expand as a result of that and also, she felt her asshole expand. “Remember, the cone is 20 cm. at the bottom,” Mistress Anne said. “If you impress me and even remotely get to touch the seat, I’ll spare you completely from any punishment tonight.” Janet looked at her. “Thank you, Mistress Anne.” Janet did not think she would be even close to that. She had had a 17 cm. dildo in her asshole during the prison competition, but 20 cm.? That was not anatomically possible for any woman to accept a diameter of 20 cm. in any hole in her body.

Is there really no one, who has video apart from this short version?

The bike experience Janet and Angelica grabbed the handle bars on the rowing bike. They both were feeling nervous about what a single pull would feel like, as it apart from tiring out the back muscles, also would be tiring out their assholes given the bike’s devilish construction with the lubricated studded dildo in the centre of their bike seats, they were both sitting on. They looked at each other and inaudible communicated to each other, “let’s go, then…”. They both knew that there was no ‘winning’ in being #2 in the race they had before them. It was actually quite an interesting situation from a phycological perspective. None of them knew exactly what they would win by being #1, nor did they know what they would win did they finish as #2. They just subconsciously knew, that what ever position they would end up with in the race between the two, it would involve a punishment of their assholes. And, perhaps also something more…? They really did not know. Only Mistress Anne had ideas as to what that would be… Both girls took the first stroke with the bike and immediately felt the effect. It was far from a pleasant experience to be ravaging their own assholes with every pull of the handle bars. There was something sinister about them being forced to be doing it to themselves and not having someone else doing it. Angela and Janet each had a different size dildo that was selected personally by Mistress Anne, whom knew the appropriate ‘diameter’ for each slave girl. The girls therefore were as such enjoying a ‘personalised’ bike experience. “Girls - the winner of the race is the one who rides the longest distance, today,” Mistress Anne informed them. “I know you both by now have felt the effect of a single stroke with the handle bar. Expect to enjoy that for the next hour or so. I’ll be watching you, and in 1 hour from now - we will see the odometer on your bikes to declare a winner”. Janet and Angelica rode their bikes to the starting line of the track course in the prison yard. They both learned, that as the strokes were repeated it actually felt very much like being fucked in the ass, although sadly with a dick covered in burning tooth paste”. “Go!” Mistress Anne shouted. Janet gave her bike all she could muster as she pulled forcefully on her handle bars accelerating her bike to get ahead of Angelica. She felt the effect immediately in her own asshole as the studded dildo was pushed equally forceful into her asshole by each stroke. She bid her lip, she wanted to get ahead of Angelica. Angelica attempted the same effort and she too felt her own dildo being forced into her asshole with an equal force to her pulls of the handle bars. Both girls knew that they just had to endure the pain in their tooth paste lubed assholes for the next hour. As the girls had been riding the bikes for 25 minutes, they did no longer feel the burning effect of the tooth paste, but just an in/out motion of the dildos. It somewhat became the new ‘normal’ to them feeling something going rapidly into their assholes only to be retracted immediately after. Both girls however were not left without being made very much aware that it was still not a smooth dildo they were fitted with, but rather a studded version. They both came to realise however, that the faster they went, the less they noticed the studs on the dildo as it just went in and out so fast it felt like an almost smooth experience. Both girls were by that realisation motivated to ride the bike as fast as they could stand, as it, as mentioned left them with a ‘smoother’ experience. As they reached 40 min. Janet started feeling a dried out rectum from all the activity she had had in her hole. She stopped the bike and stepped off the seat and looked at the dildo. It looked rather dry. She reached into the pouch and grabbed the tiger balm. “I am honestly left with no choice”, she thought to herself. “I doubt Angelica can keep going without re-lubing her dildo for the next 20 min? It will feel as if her sphincter is pulled out of her body on each handle bar stroke,” she thought to herself attempting to spot where Angelica currently was on the race track. “Then, it is better to have something slippery to smoothen the experience, even it is tiger balm”. Janet applied a generous amount to the dildo, knowingthat if she was too ‘cheap’ on the amount, it would wear off again and she would need to stop later. From a tactical perspective it would be a wise decision to add sufficient lubrication. Angelica on the other hand was still riding her bike in an attempt to obtain the longest distance and win over Janet. She had noticed the tooth paste being gone some time ago and attempted to endure the pain she felt in her asshole by every stroke. For Angelica this was a matter of tactical riding, as she attempted to endure the pain and gain a sufficient advance on Janet. The track the girls were currently riding had deliberately been built with obstacles along the track to make it more challenging to do the race. A noticeable hill was included in the track which forced the bike rider to be accelerating rather fast to negotiate the obstacle and reach the top of the hill. Only, to have an equally accelerated ride going down the hill on the other side. The bikes were deliberately without brakes, so the girls could not reduce the speed going down hill and they just had to endure the forced acceleration. Obviously, that forced acceleration had a direct consequence in their assholes. The girls simply was left literally unable to control themselves or the bike as they were almost anally ‘raped’ by the bike when the went downhill. As both girls by now had been riding the track for close to 50 min and Angela had a count of 23 rounds, she for sure felt ‘used’ in her backside. Janet was not far after as she was on 22 rounds currently. “Girls - 10 min. left”, Mistress Anne announced. “Remember, there will be a prize for the winner, and one for the looser”, she continued. Janet heard the announcement and did not want to loose. She made an effort to accelerate the bike and to go as fast as possible to gain more track rounds than Angelica. It was not without a sacrifice in her asshole as that now paid directly the price of her efforts. She felt herself being violated rapidly by herself. She bit her lip hard and went all out on the rowing. The newly applied tiger balm to the dildo did not make easier for her. Janet pondered whether what she was experiencing right now, was more violent than her experiences with the dildo machine during her punch fisting training? She was in serious doubt, as what she was subjected to now really took a toll on her. Angelica had heard the announcement as well. She too made an effort to win the race and also suffered a beating to her sphincter by the dildo in the bike seat. Just short before the 60 min. mark was reached, Angelica succumbed to the brutal ravaging and let the bike run to a stop. She could no longer bear the beating of her asshole. In contrast to Janet, Angelica has not re-lubricated the dildo during the run, and as such was running with a ‘dry’ machine. This proved to be a fatal mistake to her. “Janet - you win the race,” Mistress Anne said looking at the two girls with satisfaction. They both looked very worn out after having been ‘biking’ for an hour. “Now - park the bikes where you found them and let’s have a look at your orifices. I expect that they look different to what they did one hour ago,” Mistress Anne instructed the girls. Both Janet and Angelica very slowly rowed the bikes to the shed where they had found them originally. As they stopped the bikes, they struggled to get off the seat and in particular they both struggled to stand without support. They both had to hold on to the bike to stand. “Bend over and present your holes to your Mistress,” Mistress Anne said. Both girls did as instructed, reached around and spread their ass cheeks as they bent over. Mistress Anne was looking at two very fiery red rings of flesh standing obscenely open and looked as if they were unable to close for any reason. “How are we feeling in our little slut holes?” she asked out in the open. “Completely worn out. But, thank you for the education,” Janet said attempting to please Mistress Anne. “Good - let’s go back to the cell. We have a prize arrangement to attend to,” Mistress Anne responded. After the girls collected their retention plugs which were still found in the pouch on the bike, all 3 walked (some more than others) slowly back towards the cell. Bike Race Aftermath “Girls - we had a winner today,” Mistress Anne started by saying after they had been back to the cell for some hours. All 4 women were in the cell and Mistress Anne has even invited Lola to watch the ceremony. “Janet won the bike competition, but both endured a great ‘calibration’ of their assholes. Janet is really turning into a capable slut in our little harem,” she continued. “Janet will be allowed to be without dilation plugs tonight and will be left to recover”. Janet felt a great relief hearing this. She really was sore in her hole after the activities she had endured hours earlier that day. “The one ‘not winning’ also claims a prize in this game and Angelica, that’s you,” Mistress Anne said and walked over to the wall in the cell. “Behind this veil, we have a spinning wheel that holds a number of punishments to be received by the one who lost the race. Angelica, you get to spin the wheel and you, Janet get to administer the punishments to Angelica as she lost the race today”. Both girls directed their attention to the veil covered spinning wheel. Mistress Anne pulled away the veil and presented a spinning wheel like the ones you would see at a fun fair or tombola. It held 8 different fields each with their own punishment written on it. “As you know - I like my slave girls to be versatile. That means they will be able to service with their holes (mouth and ass), but also to be able to receive punishment when that is due. A good pain tolerance is a thing that is built up over a period of time, and today Angelica gets to explore hers,” she finished. They all looked at the 8 fields found on the spinning wheel. The fields displayed 8 different activities: caning, whipping, face slapping, breast slapping, nipple clamping, hot wax on pussy lips, needles to nipples, spiked dildo. In addition, the 8 fields held a number indicating the amount of slaps or canings the unlucky victim would receive. The numbers were ranging from 5 - 40. “As you can see, this is the game. Angelica, you will spin the wheel twice, and Janet will administrator the punishment you have chosen”, Mistress Anne said. “Hell - I might even assist myself, if she does not do it well enough,” Mistress Anne ended the instruction. None of the girls felt very happy about this whole arrangement. None of them in particular had an interest in pain per se, but at the same time accepted that a game is a game. And if you participate, you go all the way. Do you say ‘A’ - you also say ‘B’. “But, we must not forget the winner’s prize!” Mistress Anne surprisingly said with a happy expression on her face. She had the full attention of both girls now. “The winner’s prize is a metal trophy that takes the shape of a traffic cone. It has the feature that the trophy foot can be removed making the trophy an actual cone that can be inverted and placed on a chair or directly on the floor. I guess you already know where the narrow part goes? It starts small, but is very wide at the top,” Mistress Anne said triumphant. “You basically get to sit on an inverted cone trophy, my dear. Now nice am I?” Mistress Anne asked rhetorically and smiled at Janet. “Did you ever try that before…?” she asked. “As I know for a fact that your pussy lips are still sewn together, I guess that leaves you with only one orifice?” she smiled at Janet. “I’m guessing the cone has a starting diameter of 7 cm. and ending with 20 cm. at the top, so you are in for an experience, Janet.” “The setup will be; every time Angelica turns the wheel and/or is in-between punishments, Janet gets to rest her tired body. She will rest sitting on the inverted trophy and I expect her to be able to move the progress marker on the trophy as time progresses”. There was a marker found along the length of the cone indicating how far down Janet would go. “Janet - just a word of warning. If you fail to continuously move the progress bar on the cone during our session tonight, you too will be allowed to spin the wheel!”, Mistress Anne said looking sternly at Janet. “Holy fuck - did she not just tell me, I would be spared?”, Janet thought to herself. “This is similar to the Resting Room benches in the A-Team training programme. Also there, I was allowed to rest on a conical dildo, although ’rest’ is a big word in this context,” Janet concluded. Angelica could not really decide whether she was the one having ‘won’ the best prize? Having to sit on a cone that ended in a 20 cm. diameter, did indeed sound very painful! “Okay - let’s start. Angelica, spin the wheel,” Mistress Anne said looking at Janet. “Janet, in the mean time, you can lube up your trophy to prepare your seat,” she said and handed Janet a tube of gel. “I’ll allow you to use as much lube as you prefer during the whole evening”. Angelica moved to the spinning wheel, took a deep breath and gave the wheel a pull. The wheel started spinning… All 5 women looked with intense focus at the spinning wheel. Everyone was excited to learn of the resulting ‘perk’ Angelica was to receive. The wheel slowly stopped the rotations and the arrow ended up with: “hot wax on pussy lips”. “No!”, Angelica thought in her head. “This I cannot stand!”. “Okay - one more spin of the wheel to learn the number of drops,” Mistress Anne said. Angelica again spun the wheel, and all 5 women looked at the wheel to see how many drops Angelica was to endure on her open pussy lips. The wheel slowed down and stopped at: 20. “Angelica - you have yourself asked to receive 20 drops of hot candle wax onto your spread pussy lips. You will hold your pussy lips open as you receive the drops, and if you move and/or close them during the process, we reset the counter and start again,” Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “It will give you a nice feel of what it means to have a fiery pussy”, Mistress Anne continued. Angelica looked in horror as the prospect of what was about to happen to her. “Angelica - go lay on your back on the table there. You will spread your legs and pull your ankles towards your head. To give you a fair chance, and not have you move because the hot wax hits your fingers, I’ll provide you with 2 clothes pins to be attached to your outer labia. You will grab these clothes pins and pull apart your pussy lips to display your hole and your inner pussy lips for the wax to hit,” Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “And again - if you move, given those advantages I just presented, we start the count again!”. “Lola - you will assist Angelica by standing behind her head, and hold her ankles open”. “Janet, you grab the candle and the matches over there,” Mistress Anne said pointing to a large candle like the ones you find in a church, being able to hold a flame for hours. Janet having finished greased up the cone trophy already for herself with plenty of lube, walked towards the table in the cell where the candle was placed and took the matches. She lid the candle to allow it to form a sizeable puddle of hot wax. Angelica was lying on the table with her pussy lips spread waiting for the hot wax to be dripped onto them. She did not look forward to the experience and feared it would be unbearable for her. Janet took the candle and balanced it over between Angelicas spread legs. It required some concentration to not spill the hot wax as she walked. “So - are you ready for 20 drops of hot wax onto your tender inner pussy lips?”, Janet asked looking at Angelica. Angelica did not answer, but just looked with horror at the candle that Janet was holding above her pussy. Janet started tilting the candle to make wax drop onto Angelica’s pussy. As the first drop of wax fell and hit Angelica’s tender flesh, she jumped and screamed out in pain. “So, so - that was just a teaser,” Mistress Anne said to Angelica enjoying her obvious state of pain. “The next drop will start the count and you have 20 drops to look forward to, so you will have plenty of opportunity to really enjoy it,” she informed Angelica. Angelica did not answer. She was in so much pain between her legs, that she did not really focus on what Mistress Anne said to her. She attempted to hold her pussy open and not move, as she knew that doing that would only extend the pain and the amount of wax poured into her pussy. As Janet tilted the candle again, the next drop hit Angelica. She felt the intense pain of warm wax hitting her inner pussy lips and was a short second in doubt if she would pass out from the pain. It was intense. Janet tilted again the candle and let the next drop hit Angelica, this time on the outer lips. This was not as painful as being hit on the inner lips, but still it was extremely unpleasant. Angelica focused her mind on staying still to prevent a potential reset of the count and as the drops kept coming and dripping onto her flesh, the pain actually subsided a bit as the drops hit areas already covered in wax. “That was 18 drops of hot wax,” Janet announced unable to hide her surprise that Angelica had been able to withstand the pain. “Pull your pussy hole open, slut!”; Mistress Anne instructed Angelica. “The next two drops will be an experience as they go into your pussy instead of being on the outside. Janet, aim at the open hole in her pussy!”, Mistress Anne said. Janet made sure to pour the next 2-3 drops directly into Angelica’s open pussy hole. Angelica felt the hot wax enter her body and streamed. It was the most painful experience she had yet endured. She moved her hips briefly in an attempt to escape the pain, but made sure to maintain the pull on her pussy lips to not disappoint Mistress Anne. “Done,” Janet said. “That was 20 drops of ‘pussy wax’”. “Okay - you can now recover for 10 minutes,” Mistress Anne said to Angelica. “You are welcome to dig out the wax from your pussy as it hardens”. “Janet, as Angelica now is left with 10 min. to herself and subsequently will spin the wheel again; I wonder if you can guess what that means to you?”, Mistress Anne looked at Janet. “You get to rest as well for 10 min.!” Mistress Anne said with a smile and looked at the cone trophy Janet had ‘won’ in the bike competition. Janet was perfectly aware of that ‘rest’ meant in this context and placed the still lit candle on the table. She walked over to her trophy that she had left on a chair seat after having lubricated it. Janet noticed the slider on the side indicating how far down she would go, and knew that she had to keep moving that slider with each attempt the had with the cone. If Mistress Anne did not see any progress of the slider, Janet would be forced to spin the wheel herself. The slider was made cleverly enough to also indicate diameter as well as the depth. “Right - so the progress slider currently sits at 0 cm. depth. I expect that you are able to move it, at least 10 cm down indicating your depth. The 10 cm. depth translates to approx 15 cm. in diameter, so be careful. We have some rounds ahead of us and if you do not move it anywhere - you win a round on the spinning wheel”, Mistress Anne. Janet knew this again would be a matter of tactical planning on her part. If she started out too deep and too wide, she would not be able to show progress on round 7 or 8. (to be continued...)

I agree, but this board does not allow for edits sadly.

It is a balance between keeping it realistic and the obviously impossible. Having said that, I have heard of no person who's forearms have a width of 12 cm (4.72 inches)? In particularly no woman? Keep the ideas coming, though. I'll pick it up....

Alternative biking Mistress Anne had an ambition of creating versatile slave girls for her own enjoyment. ‘Versatile’ in her book, meant that they were docile and were able to use both their lower body holes as well as their mouth for services required by herself or her fellow Mistresses in the cell block. One thing the girls was instructed to train a lot was their tongue. Licking an anus for 10 - 15 min. straight requires more stamina than one can imagine, so every day both Janet and Angelica spent 30 min. each on their backs practicing licking each other’s assholes. First Janet sat on the ‘queening chair’ for Angelica to practice and next they switched places. The chair used for this purpose was without a seat per se, but had instead two wide straps what went parallel with the User. Between the straps there was an open area with no sitting support, which left the orifices completely open and available to the person lying underneath. As the girl sitting on the queening chair had all her weight on these two straps and with no support in the centre, her buttocks were effectively pulled apart leaving her holes completely pulled apart and artificially kept open. This in particular was the case for the anus as the girls were instructed to sit up straight and thereby making sure her asshole was pulled as open as possible. Janet being the first user on the chair this morning, sat on the chair feeling her anus being pulled open and left vulnerable. Angelica whom was already placed underneath was looking directly into a dilated anus approximately 5 cm. from her mouth and face. She immediately started the days practice and begun licking Janet with an alternating soft tongue and next a pointy tongue to get inside Janet’s rectum with her tongue. The aim was not to consume anything, apart from the ass juices coming out of Janet’s open asshole, although this for sure could be an application as well. As the girls had been practicing their tongues for 2 x 30 min.; Mistress Anne looked at them. “I see you are eager to maintain your tongue strength and your rimming skills”, she said. “That’s completely as you should. You never know when you need to use your tongue” Mistress Anne said. Janet knew that was very far from the truth. They both used their tongue every morning when waking up either Mistress Anne or Mistress Lin. As an example. “When you arrived here, Janet”, Mistress Anne continued, “I promised you, that you would be introduced to bike riding in the cell block’s open yard. We have some ‘alternative’ bikes for naughty slave girls like yourself and I’ve decided that both you and Angelica will be taking bike riding lessons starting today at noon”. Both girls kind of already guessed what that would be focusing on. It was not in particular their cardiovascular condition, but rather something with a bike missing the seat or similar? “Thank you, Mistress”; Janet responded. “I’ll be looking forward to compete with Angelica on who is the better bike rider”. As the clock approached noon, Mistress Anne summoned the two slave girls informing them that now it was time to begin the bike exercises. Both girls had their daily retention plug in their assholes, as they had inserted them after the morning rimming chair exercises as they were instructed. As all 3 of them walking out into the yard, they went towards a shed located in the far corner of the prison yard. “Here you will find the bikes we use to educate misbehaving slave girls”; Mistress Anne said. “Now - I know you have not been misbehaving as such, but it does not hurt to know what would happen if you did. Or maybe it does…?”, she smiled as them. “Go behind the shed, and you will see the bikes you are about to ride for the next 60 minutes or so”, she continued. Janet and Angelica walked around the shed and found 5 bikes parked there. They were not conventional pedal bikes, but rather ‘rowing bikes’. This meant, that you would sit on the seat, but instead of pushing pedals with your legs, you would be pulling the handle towards you to make the bike go forward. The harder you pulled, the faster the bike went. The bikes were equipped with 3 wheels, 2 in the back and 1 steering wheel in the front. Effectively, to move the bike forward, you would place you feet on the ’navigation pedals’ located at the front of the bike, sit on the seat and be pulling the handle back and forth as hard as you could to accelerate the bike forward. You would steer the bike with your feet, as the front wheel was connected to the two navigation pedals allowing for navigating the bike. Janet looked at the bike. It seemed quite innocent she thought to herself, but was in the back of her head already expecting some kind of ‘feature’ Mistress Anne did not yet announce. And rightfully so. “So, girls - of course, I’m not going to let you ride around for fun on these bikes. Of course there is an educational element to it all”. “As you might already have guessed, the seats do come with the ability to remove the bottom center part exposing your sorry asses to what is found below. And here comes the ‘fun’ part”, Mistress Anne continued. Below the seat, you will find a piston onto which a training dildo can be attached. The piston will move upwards as you pull the handle towards you, and it will retract as you push it away from you. Effectively, you will be jamming a dildo into your rectum on every pull, and you will feel it leave your asshole as you get ready for the next pull to move the bike forward. In my own words - quite a clever construction”, Mistress Anne said with some satisfaction to her voice. “If you look closely, you will find that the seats when the bottom centre part is removed, function the same way as the rimming chair you are dearly familiar with already. This means that your anus will actively be held open when you sit down on the seat and you will have the ‘pleasure’ of the dildo going directly into your gaped asshole”. “Hmm - of course”, Janet thought to herself. She kind of already knew the ‘theme’ that was the dominant setting in the cell block. “Okay - to not make this too boring for you, you will be given not a smooth dildo as you might expect, but instead a studded one that will rub your sphincter on every stroke you take with the bike. To further your pleasure, of course you will have lubrication as the dildo will be going into your hole quite a number of times over the duration of the next 60 minutes”. Mistress Anne handing Janet a tube of tooth paste. Janet looked at Mistress Anne with a puzzled look. “As I said - it is not just for fun”, Mistress Anne answered Janet. “Now - help each other take out your retention plug and place it in the pouch attached to the back of the bike. The pouch is indeed there for that very purpose. Also, inside the pouch, you will find your assigned training dildo for today. Janet, you take the bike to the right, Angelica you take the one next to it. They have been prepared for you already this morning.”, Mistress Anne instructed the girls. Angelica and Janet looked at each other, fearing for what they would find in the pouch on the bike. Also, Janet holding the tooth paste in her hand, already knew how the next 60 minutes would feel in her asshole as they were only allowed to use tooth paste as lube on the studded dildos. Janet walked over to the 3-wheeled bike and looked into the pouch. Inside, she found the base of a studded black dildo. The base had a threaded hole in the centre, which made it quite obvious what that was for. The size was more of a concern to her. Janet had a good capacity in her asshole, as she had trained that for a long time. Her current retention plug was 14 cm. in diameter, but in contrast to the moving “educator” she was about to sit on, the retention plug did not move. It just held her sphincter at a desired diameter. She pulled out the black dildo from the punch only to see the number ’12’ stamped on the side. “Right, so I am going to be rammed with a 12 cm. diameter dildo by this bike and my own rowing motion. And doing so, with a dildo greased up in nothing but burning tooth paste?”, she thought to herself. Mistress Anne could already see on Janet’s face what she was thinking. “Yes - you are very much correct. That is what you are doing the next hour”, she said. Both girls did as instructed. They attached their own dildo onto the piston below the bike seats and lubed up the dildo with a good coating of tooth paste. “When you run out of tooth paste over the duration of the next hour, and you will; there is extra lubricant in the pouch”. Janet and Angelica looked into the pouch, only to find a jar of Tigerbalm lotion. The kind of lotion that’s used to heal sore muscles, as it generates an enormous amount of heat on the skin. “Fuck”, Janet thought to herself. “I don’t know what is worse, the tooth paste going up into my asshole or the tiger balm doing the same thing?”. “Right, girls - enough procrastination. Let’s get going”, Mistress Anne instructed the girls. “The next hour - you will not just ride around like school girls. You will be doing so on an agility track with all sorts of different obstacles making your bike ride be anything but smooth sailing. I know you will be feeling the dildo being rammed repeatedly into your assholes, but that’s entirely your own doing”, Mistress Anne said with a smile finding her own joke being quite fun. “Also, I need to inform you that there will be a prize to the winner of today’s bike riding. The one who successfully does the most rounds, wins the prize. Do I need to mention that there will also be a ‘prize’ to the loosing part?”, Mistress Anne looked at the girls.

Back in the cell Both Lola and Janet came back to the cell eager to inform Mistress Anne of Janet’s graduation. Janet was feeling very sore in her ass, and the fact that her pussy lips were still sewed together made her walk differently. “So - the ‘Little Toilet mouth’ has completed the punch fist training”, Lola said with a proud voice making sure to humiliate Janet as much as possible by calling her ‘Toilet Mouth’”. Mistress Anne looked at them with satisfaction and in particular at Janet. “We even had help from the boxing team in Cellblock A, to further her capacity”, Lola added to place herself in a favourable light. “Well - don’t you just keep progressing and keep impressing everyone with your determination”; Mistress Anne said looking at Janet. “Well done, Lola. There will be a prize for you to receive later”. Lola was not entirely sure how that was to be interpreted. A prize? Normally, that would be a positive thing, but somehow she was not entirely sure what Mistress Anne meant right there. “Janet - I’ll be assessing your newly acquired skills soon”, Mistress Anne said looking at Janet. “I do have a grand plan for you, my dear, as I ‘won’ you ‘for free’ in a competition. You have not been in the cell a lot, and as such have not yet gained any preferential treatment from my side. That is something you need to earn in here, slut”, Mistress Anne continued. “Time is now 15:00 and the prison serves dinner at 18:00. I expect you to bring a decent serving to the cell in a way you yourself find appropriate”, Mistress Anne said. “Surprise me with your wicked imagination”, she continued. “Depending on what you bring back and how it is served, I’ll not be eating it, but you are welcome to serve it to the slut sitting on the floor”; she said and looked at the girl on all fours next to the bunk bed. “This is Slavegirl Angelica”, Mistress Anne said. “She is a Mexican girl whom was snatched doing a narcotics transfer 4 months ago and has been here since. She is very docile and has by now learned her place here”, Mistress Anne smiled. “Being a mule for the cartels, I guess you can imagine where that contraband was found on her whilst being transported, or should I say ‘in’ her”, Mistress Anne said with her eyebrows lifted in a ‘knowing’ facial expression. “Thank you, Mistress Anne. And, thank you for the education I’ve received during the last 3 weeks I’ve been in your cell”, Janet responded on her knees and leant forward to kiss Mistress Anne’s leg. Janet knew she had something to prove now. Not only would she be tested by Mistress Anne soon, but she also knew all too well what failing Mistress Anne’s approval would mean to herself. She would be put through a new run of the ‘education’ weeks she had just endured. A thought she could not even remotely bear. Janet looked at the girl on the floor. What could she come up with that was humiliating enough to impress even Mistress Anne? Janet did not have many concerns about the girl on the floor, but was more focused on herself not being sent through the ‘education cycle’ she just had endured, again. So, food was to be served, and Janet had to create a devilish way of humiliating Slavegirl Angelica? Janet thought back to her original days at Cellblock D where she herself was made to transport breakfast inside her asshole in a hollow butt plug, only to deliver it to her fellow slave girl Mariya to eat. Could she come up with something similar to humiliate Angelica? Poor girl, Janet thought to herself. Now Angelica was to endure the ‘short end of the stick’, as Janet had to invent something devilish to impress Mistress Anne. “What do you think, Angelica?”, Janet asked looking at the girl in front of her. “I don’t know, miss”, Angelica answered. “I will do what you tell me to do”, she responded. “Hmm...”, Janet thought to herself. Janet had seen several videos of the Japanese concept of ‘maid cafes’ where food was served from the assholes of the maids to the guests. When a guest asked for e.g. a burger, the maid would bring the bun and salat to the table, but the beef was missing. That particular item was found inside the maid’s rectum in a minced state and was delivered directly by the table to the guests. Effectively, the guest would hold out the naked bun and let the maid push out the minced meat onto the bun from her asshole, whereafter the maid would turn around and apply the salad leaf and tomatoes to make it a complete burger serving”. Sometimes, it was not even necessary to insert the minced meat into the rectum of the maid, sometimes the maid was ‘naturally full’ already. This was kind of the game the guests played when visiting those types of establishments. Janet felt a sense of price by all her achievements over the last 2 weeks. She was looking at Angelica in a “bigger sister” way, as she felt herself being the more experienced slave girl in this context. “Hmm, I’m going to teach that little bitch, some manners”; she thought to herself. Of-course, this all rooted in Janet wanting to impress Mistress Anne and not to be put back on the training regime she just left. “Angelica, time is now 15:15 and we will collect dinner at 18:00. That means you have approximately 3 hours to fill up this pitcher with piss”, Janet said and pointed to the 2 L. pitcher standing on the cell table, next to the blender Janet knew only too well. “I will of-course be helping you with the task, if I need to pee myself”, Janet continued. Angelica looked at Janet like a question mark. “Yes - you will learn why in 3 hours”, Janet answered Angelica’s expected question. Angelica sat pondered what was in store for her. She kind of subconsciously knew that she would be subject to some pretty perverse exercises as she already had figured out what happened between Mistress Anne and Janet. As the time closed in on 18; Janet turned towards Angelica and said: “Look at me, slut!”. Janet immediately slapped Angelica across the face leaving her with a burning cheek. “Why…?”, Angelica looked at Janet. “Because, I can”, Janet responded. Janet had no idea if she was overstepping a balance here, but she wanted desperately to impress Mistress Anne. “You and I go to the canteen to collect dinner for the cell. You better be prepared for a ‘full’ experience. I understand you have experience in ‘transportation’”, Janet said to Angelica. “So, bend over and spread your ass cheeks”; Janet instructed Angelica. Angelica did as told, and put her face to the floor, leaving her asshole exposed to the full view of every person in the cell. “I’m inserting a hollow plug in your asshole now. I’m going to make sure it is at your maximum capacity, as I do not want to be walking back/forth between the cell and the canteen more than necessary”, Janet instructed Angelica. Janet spit on the 8 cm. hollow plug she held in her hand and next let saliva drop into Angelica’s pulsing asshole. Janet edged the plug into Angelica, but was met with resistance. “Are we already at your tolerance?” Janet asked Angelica, picking up on the need to push harder than expected. “Yeah - I think so”, Angelica uttered in discomfort. “Oh - don’t you have some exercises in front of you…”, Janet responded knowing full well how to educate a tight sphincter. “You will be doing the transportation tonight, slut. I am without void capacity today”, Janet said feeling her own rectum being full with a starting need to shit. All went according to plan. As they both approached the canteen, much to Janet’s delight the menu was indeed burgers and fries today. “Right - so, you go grab a tray, get 4 burgers, a batch of fries and 3 Cokes. You get 4 plates, 4 glasses and you come back to me. I’ll be sitting by this table”, Janet instructed Angelica. Janet sat on the bench by a table in the back of the canteen and as she sat down, she felt her bottom feeling full. It would not be long before she really needed to take a shit. Angelica came towards Janet carrying a tray with the items Janet had requested. “Okay - next, you go find some pudding. Again in 4 glasses, but only 3 of them are full. Let’s go!”. Angelica returned with the items as per Janet’s request. “Okay - now. it is time for your old narcotics mule days to come to good use. Place yourself on the floor with your ass up against the bench. Spread your legs and await my instructions”, Janet said. To Angelica’s surprise, Janet took one of the burgers and opened it. She took out the beef and threw it into the bin. “We don’t need the beef. You will go ‘vegetarian’ today”, Janet said looking at Angelica whom was by now upside down on the floor resting her back against the bench where Janet was sitting. “Okay - I’m going to be stuffing your void asshole with fries. These will be for your own enjoyment and you get to carry them yourself, so be grateful!”. With that, Janet took a handful of fries and started pushing them into the hollow plug Angelica had in her asshole. “Had you been able to accept a larger diameter than the measly 8 cm. you are currently equipped with, you would have been carrying dinner for more than one, but for today - only food for yourself will be the case”, Janet said. Angelica felt the warm fries being pushed into her asshole and was somewhat happy she was not to carry warm fries for more than herself. Janet looked at the spectacle and concluded that Angelica was full. “Okay, now we close up your asshole with the lid and you will stand up”. Angelica felt her hollow plug being pushed further into her asshole, as Janet applied the lid making sure it was tight. Angelica got on her feet with some discomfort, feeling very warm inside her body. Also, the thought of herself being forced to eat the content in her asshole made her somewhat nervous. “You take the tray with the burgers and the remaining fries. I’ll take the pudding tray”, Janet said to Angelica. Both woman took each their own tray and started walking towards the cell. As they turned the corner and entered the cell, Mistress Anne looked at them with curiosity. “I see you have brought conventional burgers and fries?, she asked with a puzzled look on her face. Janet knew she needed to do something fast to keep to the promise of impressing Mistress Anne. “Mistress Anne, yes - we brought them for you and Mistress Lin. They are fresh and just out of the oven. In addition, we have pudding to finish it all with”, Janet continued and nodded towards the 4 pudding glasses”. “So…?”, Mistress Anne said impatiently. “You two Mistresses will have your normal dinner as you see here. There are 4 plates and 4 glasses, enough for all. But, to make this more fun; Angelica will have a burger with a different beef, that I’ll be providing for her. From my ass.”, Janet said in a hurry. “Also, Angelica currently is carrying her own fries inside her hollow butt plug, so it will be a party for her”, Janet concluded the pitch, hoping Mistress Anne would be liking the plan. Mistress Lin’s face lid up in a smile by the sounds of what was about to happen. She, being the head Mistress of toilet slave training, of all people would appreciate the wickedness of the whole dinner plan. “I see - clever thinking”, Mistress Anne said with a satisfying tone to her voice. “Angela, present an individual plate to each of us. You know which burger is for you”, Janet said looking at Angelica. Angelica placed 4 plates on the table in the cell and awaited further instructions. Nobody ate as all were expecting the ‘show’ to begin. Janet walked over to Angelica’s chair. “Now - open the burger and hold out the naked bun in front of you towards me”, Janet said as she pulled down her own pants and turned around. Angelica was staring directly into an asshole that had a very ‘used’ appearance, which was more true than Angelica could ever imagine. Janet started pushing and felt a large shit starting to open her sphincter. “Catch it!”, Janet scolded Angelica. Angelica did her best to catch it and managed to make it land onto the bottom part of the burger bun. Janet turned around and watched the spectacle. “Hmm - that’s an expert serving, wouldn’t you agree?” she asked rhetorically. “Now - my asshole is soiled and before I can sit down, someone needs to clean it”, she said looking knowingly at Angelica. Angelica got to her knees and started licking the hole from where she just had watched a large shit emerge. Janet held her ass cheeks as open as she could making it possible for Angelica to get inside her to really clean her up, thoroughly. “I’m pretty sure your mouth would like to taste something different now?”, Janet asked Angelica. “Luckily, I know for a fact that you yourself have the sides to that burger you are about to consume. Place your plate on the floor, squat over it and push it out onto the plate. Angelica did as instructed and felt the by now lukewarm fries vacate her artificially opened anus. She looked down on the plate that held her dinner and watched a mess of soiled fries and a burger bun without anything but a curled up piece of shit. “So, now comes the fun part”, Janet said to Angelica. You will place the plate on the table, and I’ll help you arrange your dinner. How nice am I?”, Janet said and smiled at Angelica. Angelica did as instructed and placed it all on the table in front of her. Janet took the salad leaves and pushed it all together with the burger bun as the last part. It literally was a shit sandwich Angelica was about to consume. “Now - I know you do not have a coke as the only one around this table, so it will be a dry experience eating that sandwich, I imagine. You do have a glass, but no juice in it. But, I also happen to know that we have a pitcher standing on the table over here”, Janet continued looking to the cell table by the wall. “Go get it, bitch…”. Angelica stood up from the cell chair and walked over to the almost full 2 L. pitcher holding her own piss from the last 3 hours. She did not manage to fill it completely as her memory served her, so she was surprised to see it being close to full. “Yes - the two dear Mistresses around the table have chipped in, it seems….”; Janet said with a smile to her voice. All 4 women began their dinner. Most of them had their focus on Angelica as she had the most ‘exotic’ dinner of them all. The remaining dinner plates were rather mundane. Angelica struggled a lot to consume her dinner. It was not easy for her to ‘enjoy’ the dinner she had been served. It helped a bit that she was allowed to ‘wash’ it all down with the 6 glasses of piss that the 2 L. pitcher resulted in. As they neared a finishing point, Janet reached out to Angelica, “Hold on with the piss drinking; leave 2 glasses for later”, she instructed Angelica. “I must say - I’m sitting impressed with your wicked ways”; Janet with satisfaction heard Mistress Anne say. Also, Mistress Lin chipped in with her respect for Janet’s twisted mind. “I see you have picked up a trick or two the recent weeks”, Mistress Lin added. “So - what’s the deal with the pudding?”, Mistress Anne asked. Janet looked at Angelica and then a Mistress Anne. “Well - my asshole might be spotless now from Angelica’s tongue, but I still have not cleaned out my asshole completely. I’m pretty sure there will be remains that needs to be flushed out, before I can be equipped with my nightly dilator plug”, Janet answered knowing the normal routine for slave girls in the cell. Mistress Lin picked up on that immediately. “Yes - that sounds like a really good idea. Having consumed a full meal now and having drunk the coke, I myself could need a good shit. Janet go get the blender”, Mistress Lin instructed Janet. “And go find the syringe with the spray nozzle in the closet”, she continued. Janet already had worked out what Mistress Lin had in mind, so swiftly she moved to the closet to pick up the instructed item. “Now - you know the deal”, Mistress Lin said looking at Janet. Janet already was on all fours in anticipation of what would happen. Mistress Lin put the nozzle into the glass of piss on the table and sucked it into the syringe. Next, she placed the syringe at the entrance to Janets asshole and pushed it in slowly. “Enjoy the enema”, Mistress Lin said to Janet. Janet felt the piss being pushed into her bowels by Mistress Lin. “Okay - that was one, one more is coming up”. Janet waited for the next batch of piss being pushed into her rectum. “Okay - now you stand up and let that sit a bit”, Mistress Lin said. “In the meantime I’ll take a dump directly into the blender, to add some flavour to the pudding Angelica will have for dessert.”. It was like Janet and Mistress Lin were two pieces of the same piece of wood. They were thinking alike for sure. Mistress Lin squatted over the blender and let out an equally large shit that fell to the bottom of the blender. “Angelica - you know the drill”, Mistress Lin said looking at Angelica as she turned her back to Angelica and bent over. Angelica certainly know what to do, and started licking the orifice that had just been producing the main ingredient of her own dessert. “Janet - are you ready to void your asshole?” Mistress Anne asked enjoying the whole spectacle playing out before her. Janet nodded and squatted over the blender letting out a stream of brownish coloured piss filling the blender to about half full. “Holy fuck - that smells awful”, Mistress Anne said as she sensed an odour from the blender. “Angelica - your dessert is about ready. Apply the lid to the blender and let it swirl for a minute before you chuck it down”, Mistress Lin said looking at Angelica with a devilish gaze. Angelica did as instructed and placed the blender jar onto the motor unit that would swirl around the content. She started the blender and watched the whole spectacle move around inside the glass jar. 5 minutes later, all 4 women were again sitting around the table. All with their own glass of pudding, although Angelica did not really feel ‘hungry’ anymore. “Dig in, Slut! I’ve prepared all of this for you since 3 o’clock today, so the least you can do is to show some gratitude and commitment”, Janet said looking harshly at Angelica. As the dinner came to and end and all 4 women had consumed each their own meal, Janet looked at Mistress Anne in an attempt to gauge whether she has passed the ‘test’ she indirectly had been put to since this afternoon. Mistress Anne picked up on Janet’s questioning eyes and said: “I will give you that your mind is wicked. The whole spectacle you have put forth tonight is just plain mean, but I guess you have the inspiration from somewhere”, she said looking at Mistress Lin whom was sitting listing to the conversation. “Right - before we close this up and prepare for bed, I do have a single thing I want to validate with you”, Mistress Anne said looking at Janet. “According to Lola, you are now educated in punch fisting. That means that I will now punch fist your ass. I know you are void as you have just vacated your bowels into the blender for Angelica’s enjoyment. I’ll not be preparing you a lot for the fisting you are about to receive, nor do I expect a lot of resistance on your part. I expect to be able to punch my hand directly into you?”, Mistress Anne informed Janet. “As I was so satisfied by your whole dinner show tonight, I’ll give you a few minutes to lube up your asshole. However, in precisely 5 min. from now - the first blow from my closed fist will hit your sphincter, so get prepared”, she continued. Janet felt a bit perplex by this sudden change of scenery and mood. Suddenly, she was herself the docile and submissive part again. She had actually enjoying being on the dominant side of the table for some hours. 5 min. is soon, she thought to herself and hurried to pick up the lube she knew exactly where to find. Janet applied a generous amount of lube to her sphincter and made sure to push as much as possible into her rectum as well. She only too well knew what a punch fisting felt like. She went on all fours and placed her face to the floor. “Please, fist me”, Janet said looking towards Mistress Anne standing behind her. Mistress Anne clenched her fist and did not go slow. She punched her closed fist of her right hand directly at Janets waiting asshole. Janet felt an immediate jolt of pain in her ass by this sudden intrusion, but know too well not to complain. She bid her lip and held in a muffled moan as she felt her rectum being violated. Mistress Anne retracted her hand with an equally forceful pull making Janet feel her anus being left outside of her body as it had trouble letting go of the hand that had just been inside her. “That’s it”, Mistress Anne said. “I needed to confirm that you are able to receive a fisting at any time of the day. And also without a lot of preparation. A true anal-only girl is always available”, Mistress Anne said looking at Janets sewn pussy lips (thanks for Lola). “Get plugged for the night, girls”, Mistress Anne said.

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Continued Training Janet woke the following morning feeling very tired in her bottom. Luckily, she wore the tapered plug to prevent ‘accidents’ during night and also it helped her muscles remember their intended state. Furthermore, she somewhat knew that, even it was Lola who put it in her, it would work to her own benefit as she anticipated yet another round to be due with Lola later that day. Lola walked into Janets cell saying: “So, how is the butt feeling today? Screwed over and worn out?”. Janet nodded. “Good, that’s what I like to hear”, Lola responded. Janet got up from bed and was made very much aware of the plug in her asshole. She felt a need of going to the toilet and asked to be excused. “I know you have prior experience working as a toilet girl, so I expect that you do your thing and clean the plug yourself. And you do so using your tongue. There will be no cleaning using water or any other means. The tongue it is”, Lola said. In reality this was not needed, but Lola wanted to humiliate Janet as much as she possibly could and being given free reins with Janet, she took absolute advantage of that. “You know who will be on the receiving end of a punch fisting later today, right?”, Lola continued making Janet abide to her wishes. Janet went to the toilet in the cell and sat on the toilet seat. She reached behind her and started pulling on her plug. It immediately gave her flashback to the spiked dildos which had felt like they pulled her asshole outside her body. She had a little bit the same feeling now, as she pulled her own plug out of her ass. As the plug came free from its confines, it became visible to Janet why she needed the bathroom. The plug was soiled on the top clearly holding in feces in her rectum. One thing is eating the shit of another dominant person, another thing is being forced to eat your own. That last thing was extremely humiliating. Janet looked at Lola pleading to be allowed to clean the plug with water. “Get started, you slut”; Lola said. Janet held her breath and took the plug to her mouth. She started licking it clean and swallowed the elements on the plug leaving it clean and shiny in the end. “Well done, you little bitch. Now - back in with it if you are done emptying yourself. Remember, if I feel anything whilst I fist you today, I’ll scoop it up and you will be forced to eat that as well”, Lola said reassuringly looking at Janet. That threat was enough for Janet to make sure her bowels were emptied as much as possible. Janet finished her business which was actually not that difficult. Her sphincter somehow ‘remembered’ its intended current open state and had only closed a little during the night. This was of-course partly due to the plug being inserted the day before. “Today - after breakfast, we go back to the training facilities. We have great aspiration for today”, Lola said looking at Janet. Janet knew immediately what ‘great aspirations’ meant. Lola had said the other day: “You have one hole - I have two hands”, so it kind of was obvious what ‘aspirations’ meant. “See you at 10:00 in the training room. Don’t be late”, Lola said and walked out of Janet’s cell. Janet made sure to wear her plug as it helped her prepare for the upcoming fisting session at 10:00. She arrived a little to 10:00. She did not want to challenge her fate by being late. Lola was already waiting for her in the cell. “Hello, there you are”, she said. Lola was standing next to the leather bench Janet has been placed on the day before. “Hop on to your friend here again. You know the drill”, she said and padded the bench Janet has been strapped to before. “How are the pussy lips this morning?”, Lola asked as she witness Janet climb onto the bench. “They are tied together. They don’t move as freely as they did before you sewed them together”, Janet responded with poorly hidden sarcasm. “Well - I’m glad you like it”, Lola responded with the same level of sarcasm as Janet had just dished out. Like the day before - after being tied to the leather bench Janet felt her plug being pulled out. Next she felt the familiar feeling of being filled up with anal grease inside her asshole to coat it with slippery matter. Like the day before, Lola wanted Janet’s asshole to be unable to resist any entry. Forced or not. “So, are you ready for the warmup, slut?” Lola asked Janet. “As you come prepared today, I’ve chosen the 14 cm. dildo for starters” she told Janet. Lola had already mounted the large dildo on the fucking machine behind Janet. “See you in 40 minutes...”, she said, padded Janet on her right ass cheek and started the machine. Janet felt the relentless machine push the large dildo into her asshole which was greased up and therefore very slippery. No resistance what so ever was met apart from Janet’s anal muscles attempting to resist the intruder. Janet’s felt a short shot of pain as her sphincter was forced open by the invader. It did not last long before she felt the dildo being retracted from her asshole leaving her feeling empty again. It took only a couple of seconds before that feeling went away as the machine pushed the dildo back into Janet. Lola concluded that all was going to plan and left Janet to her own ‘enjoyment’. Lola knew what she had planned for Janet for today. As Lola returned to the tied down Janet, she saw a very open asshole letting the dildo move into it and not even attempting to close as the 14 cm. dildo was retracted. “I see your asshole likes the treatment”, she said to Janet with a little smile to herself. “I cannot feel where my asshole is anymore. I fear that it cannot close it?”, Janet responded. She had lost the feeling with her sphincter as it has kind of giving up on the idea of closing her hole. This was predominately due to the 40 min relentless assault on her hole by the 14 cm dildo. As it every time left her body, she felt her body being invaded every time again and again. “That is good to hear, my dear”, Lola responded. “That means you are ready for a good punch fisting from your favourite person in the world”, she continued. Lola stopped the machine and rolled it away from Janet and stood behind her. She was looking directly down at an open asshole that did not close anymore. An asshole that had grease flowing out of it and was extremely slippery and tired from the mechanical treatment it had endured. Lola did not even have to grease her hand and forearm, as Janets hole was overflowing with grease by itself. “Okay - here we go again”; Lola said as she pushed her right hand into Janets rectum. Janet noticed something going inside her, but he was literally unable to escape it in any way. She just received it. “We will be doing 15 min. again with a single fist”, Lola said. Janet kind of picked up on Lola’s use of the word ‘single fist’, indicating that something would be different today. Lola did her best to really punch her fist into the open hole leaving the walls of Janet’s rectum feel the power of her punches. She went all the way to her elbow trying to work out how far she could go without making Janet feel completely violated. A punch fisting did not have to be very deep, it was more about feeling the ‘punching’ experience. As Lola felt less and less resistance to her punching, she decided to give it a go with a double fist to Janet’s asshole. “As I said yesterday, you have one hole - I have two hands. Let’s see if we can make them fit, shall we”, Lola continued. Lola pulled out her hand, greased up her left forearm and hand, and interlocked her fingers making one big double fist with both her hands. Lola did not punch them directly into Janet without warning. Even Lola knew that there was a significant different between a single fist and then being double fisted in the same hole. Lola positioned her two hands at the entrance of Janet’s asshole pushing to make them enter. Janet moaned by the stretching sensation she felt. She was loose already having been subjected to first 40 min. of mechanical fucking only to be replaced by a single hand punch fisting to her asshole. But, accepting two hands was not easily done. Even for Janet. “Hmm - I’m sensing that this is not working today,” Lola said. “I’m disappointed with your progress”; she continued. “I have a plan for you to make this easier”, she promised Janet. Janet was not sure this in particular was something good to her, but was immediately happy with not having to endure two fists in her only remaining open hole right now. “Okay - we stop for today and we will continue tomorrow. I’ll leave you with a larger tapered plug to wear today and during night. It is larger than the one you had last night, but we are steadily increasing your size and tolerance for punching, so it all goes to plan”, Lola said. - - Two days later, Janet again woke early, this time feeling the tapered plug in her asshole being more present than the nights before. The plug she wore was larger and made sure to keep her sphincter at a larger diameter than the day before. This would prove to become very beneficial to Janet later that same day. She did her daily morning routine and arrived to the training cell at 10:00 where Lola was waiting for her. “Hello, little miss”, Lola said. “You know where to go”, she said and pointed to the leather bench in the cell. A leather bench Janet only knew too well. Janet climbed onto the bench and felt the familiar straps being tied around her ankles and wrists. “So - today we try something different. We have an aim for you of being able to accept a punch fisting in your asshole from two hands at the same time”, Lola said. “Today, you will wear a blindfold to add to the experience”. Janet was a bit confused. Why this secrecy all of a sudden? Janet was blindfolded and was completely unable to see anything. She felt the familiar grease being squirted into her asshole as Lola pulled out the plug Janet had arrived with. As Janet was blindfolded she of-course could not see anything, but her hearing was left intensified as she attempted to navigate the situation using her hearing only. What was that? Janet was sure she heard rather heavy foot steps from other people than just Lola. “Well - I promised you the other day that I had means of making you accept a double punch fisting. I have with me two well experienced women from our prison boxing team. They are both heavy-built butch lesbians with several years of experience in the ring. They are not going to be beating you up. At least not in the traditional sense”, Lola continued with a smile to her voice. “They both work out quite a lot and as such have an impressive punching power in their shoulders and back. To add to the experience, one is actually right handed whilst the other is left handed. Can you imagine what that means to you?, Lola asked Janet. “They will place themselves behind you on the corresponding side and will be throwing punches at your asshole which by now is oozing with grease. I doubt you will be able to resist any punch from any of them as they will be using the dominant hand to throw hard punches at your gaping ass.”, Lola informed Janet. “Hello there, little shit eater”, Janet heard a surprisingly deep voice behind her. It was one of the two boxers whom Janet was about to become very intimate with. “Neither myself nor Clarissa next to me care very much for lesbian sluts that eat shit”, the voice said. Janet immediately knew what she was alluding to, Janet had just left 1 week of toilet slave girl training the week before. “As such we find you being the lowest of the lowest to be honest, and we have no reservations throwing good punches at your little asshole. Which, might I add, does not look that small after all.”, Janet heard the deep voice say. They placed themselves behind Janet preparing for the task ahead of them. “What the fuck has happened to her pussy”, one of the boxers asked looking at Lola in bewilderment. Lola smiled at her, “She needed a little stitching as she is an anal-only girl. No worries - your focus is 2 cm. higher up today”. To calm Janet a bit, Lola added: “Don’t worry - you will not be receiving both hands at the same time. Clarissa and Anita here will take turns alternating their punches into your rectum. It will be hard, it will be fast and it will be relentless. When Clarissa pulls out her hand from your asshole, Anita will immediately follow up with a hard punch so you will fell a continuous ordeal in your sorry ass”, Lola said. “Last thing I wish to convey to you”, Lola said. “To your luck, they will not be wearing boxing gloves, but the punches will come bare-knuckled”. Janet thought to herself, “yeah - how the hells should I accommodate a boxing glove in my asshole, you bitch”. Luckily, she did not say that out loud so Lola could hear it. “Okay - let’s get the party going”, Lola said to the two heavy built fighters. “We start with 1 minute of alternating punching”. Janet braced herself for the oncoming assault she was about to receive. Janet saw stars as she felt the first blow being thrown at her asshole, as the right-handed boxer threw her closed fist into Janets asshole. The boxer immediately pulled out her hand from Janet’s asshole and Janet felt another blow from the other side being thrown into her asshole walls. It was very clear that the two boxers did not hold back, nor did they care a lot for Janets wellbeing. They found her revolting due to her actives the week before and just launched assault after assault on Janets by now completely open asshole. “Stop”, Lola said. “1 minute is up”. She walking in front of Janet to watch her facial expression. Janet had drool running from the corners of her mouth and was unable to articulate a full sentence nor put together 2 words. She had never felt a force like this being thrown into her asshole with such force. “Are you still there?”; Lola asked Janet moaned and said “no, no more, please”. Lola looked at her. “Well - I had planned for a couple of additional rounds for you, but I’m willing to trade that in for you receiving both my hands? My hands are smaller that Clarissa’s and Anita’s large hands, and you should be able to receive my two hands now as your asshole literally is left open like a bucket”, Lola said after having inspected Janet’s asshole. “Yes - I’ll do it”, Janet mumbled. ”Great, mission accomplished”, Lola said. “Thank you for your help, girls. It was a very welcome help for us here in the training room”. The two boxers looked at each other and said: “Is that all? Do we not get to punch fist her any more? We are far from tired nor done with the little shit sluts sorry asshole, even it does not close anymore”, Anita said. “Yes - I’m sorry,” Lola responded. “This is it for today, but we will see each other next time I’m in need of your impressive punches”. “Sure”, they both said and started to walk out. “Okay - Janet, now is the moment of truth. Here we go with a double fisting of your asshole”. This is your graduation of the punch fisting training”, Lola said with excitement in her voice. She greased her forearms to ensure an easy entry and folded her hands making one big two-hand fist. She pointed it as Janet’s entrance and started pushing into her.

So, the story chapters developed in a different direction than planned. The chronological chapter sequence is: Janet, Mary and their Mistress (This holds the start of the prison series) Introduction Prison arrival Morning A-Team, training day 1 A-Team, orientation A-Team, engine room Back in the cell A-Team, 5 weeks later The dedicated Prison series The competition The day after Mistress Lin Lola, the preparation Lola, the first training

Punch fisting education Janet was still strapped to the chair as Lola returned to the cell. “So - how are we feeling?”, she asked Janet. “The bleeding has stopped and you have not pushed out your spiked friend yet”, she said. Janet looked between her legs witnessing Lola walking towards her. Janet was feeling a bit angry with Lola as she now knew that the decision to sew together her pussy was entirely Lola’s idea. “Some kind of retaliation, for sure!”; Janet said to Lola. “Yes - you beat me in the competition. So some form of pay-back was due, I think. No worries though, you will not be using that pussy for a long time anyway. Our intense focus will be your dilated asshole from today and the next 6 days. Every day, you will be ‘massaged’ in that hole by my hands, so no worries, slut”, Janet heard Lola’s response. Lola went to free Janet from the straps holding her down to the chair. “Come over here”, she said pointing to a bench where Janet would be placed with her legs spread, resting her body straddling a centre pillow and placed on all 4. Janet knew that type of bench already, as it was a well-known way of securing a slave face down on all fours with her butt sticking out and with no means of escape. Janet straddled the bench and leant forward letting her body rest on the centre piece. Her ams and legs were again secured making her unable to escape the position she was put in. She was somewhat positioned like a horse on a bench, exposing her asshole (and newly closed pussy) to whomever was behind her. She mentally braced herself in the anticipation of what was about to happen to her. “So - the focus for you is not fisting per se. We know you can do that. The focus is to be able to receive a brutal, relentless and forceful punch anal fisting session. This was part of the competition some weeks back, but you never got to experience that as you passed out after having won over me! You stupid slut. You are not aware what that meant to me as I lost the dilation competition to you”, Lola continued. Janet felt a little bid of satisfaction learning that Lola had seemingly been ‘educated’ as a result of her loosing the competition. The satisfaction lasted only short though, as Janet now knew that she herself would feel the rage of Lola whom was eager to achieve some level of revenge on Janet. “Right - let’s begin” Lola said. She went to find a table on wheels which Janet learned had quite a number of handle-equipped dildos. “These are for your warm-up”, Lola said. “They are familiar to you already as they are the same type Mistress Lin ravaged you with last week, when you did not satisfy her. Lola showed Janet the 10-12-14-15 cm dildos equipped with a saw-like handle on the end allowing Lola to perform the saw-like motion into Janet’s asshole. “Don’t worry - this is just to warm you up. My closed fist will end the scenario today. However - I have two fists and you have only one hole left, dear - so I wonder if you can imagine what that means to you?”; Lola asked. Janet was perfectly aware of what that would mean. It did not require a high IQ to figure that out. “You bitch”, Janet spurted out. “You chose to sew shut my pussy lips 3 hours ago, so it is you who have decided that I need to accept two hands in my asshole. This is not something that was planned by Mistress Anne, but rather this was entirely your doing”, Janet continued in frustration knowing she was tied down and completely at the mercy of the anal slut she had beaten in the competition. “Touché”, Lola responded. “You have got that completely right. You are not entirely as dumb as you look”. With that - Janet felt lotion being applied to her asshole after the spiked dildo was extracted. Not only was lotion applied to her asshole; it was squirted directly into her asshole in a significant amount. “I’ve been kind to you and coated you up pretty well”, Lola said. “Not because I like you, but because it makes the punching go a lot easier. It simply allows the hand to slide directly into your rectum without significant resistance as your muscles will be unable to stop the entry. The sphincter and walls are simply too slippery for that. On top of that - I’ll be wearing your muscles out”, Lola informed Janet. Janet felt lotion starting to ooze out of her asshole. She knew that there would be plenty more of that for the next hours of the training she was about to endure. Lola took the 12 cm. dildo in her right hand and started pushing it into Janet’s displayed asshole. It went in quite easily, with little resistance. The aim for Lola was to wear out the sphincter muscle to prevent the hole from closing up. She would spend close to 40 min. on tiring the muscle to ultimately gain a ‘cave’ she could repeatedly visit. As Lola did not want to keep going back/forth for 30 minutes by herself, she wheeled a machine closer to her tied down victim. “As I’m going to wear out your muscles, I need help for this”, she said. “I’m placing a heavy fucking machine behind you. This I’ll equip with the 12 cm. diameter dildo and let it have a go at you for the next 20 minutes. When I observe your hole no longer closes up, we will upgrade to a new diameter and repeat the process”; Lola informed Janet. Janet felt a large dildo enter her slippery asshole. She had had larger things in her ass before, but that was more for keeping the dilation. She did not really have experience in the repeated and relentless motion of a machine going back/forth in her ass with the declared aim of tiring out her muscles. Janet felt the machine push the dildo into her, only to retract the dildo from her again. Lola had made sure the distance from the machine to Janets asshole was exactly far enough from each other that the dildo would leave her asshole on every retraction, only to open it up again when it reverted the motion. Also, it allowed Lola to gauge the response of the sphincter of Janet. She would increase the diameter when Janet’s sphincter failed to close. Janet felt her body being ravaged with the machine going into her only to pull out the dildo from her asshole. As the dildo went into her, she could feel her labia being stretched in a new way. Not that the dildo was near her pussy, but the whole movement in that area made her feel her pussy in a different way from what she was used to. Lola set her watch to 14 minutes and went away. As the watch later beeped, she returned to Janet to observe how Janet’s sphincter was responding to the repeated assault. Lola was met with a hole that did no longer close when the dildo was extracted from her asshole. “Oh - I see you have begun feeling a bit worn out”, she said to Janet whom was feeling mentally drained as well being on the receiving end of the machine. “Let’s upgrade you to the next level”, Lola continued. She mounted the 14 cm. diameter dildo on the machine and positioned it the same place as the other dildo. Janet again felt a large object enter her body and felt for sure the increase in size Lola just graced her with. As Lola again had made sure to place the machine so the dildo left Janets asshole only to enter it again, Janet felt herself being violated again and again by the machine. One thing was to have a dildo go back/forth in her ass, but when if left the body, it felt as if she started the process again and again. Her hole felt increasingly tired and she felt lotion dripping out of her hole continuously now. “I’m no longer able to close my asshole”, she realised in her head. “Fucking bitch, you are wearing me out completely, I’ll need to be wearing a diaper if I’m unable to close up my asshole”, she said to Lola in a distressed voice. “Yes - that is kind of the whole idea, you dumb slut. You hole will be left continuously open and, no you will not need a diaper, but you will be needing a plug in your ass tonight. For two reasons - as you said you need it to prevent leakage, but also to keep your dimensions intact when we get there. There is a day tomorrow remember, and we do not want to start over again every day”, Lola responded. Lola let Janet run on the machine for another 20 minutes and came back to see how her sphincter was responding. To Lola’s satisfaction, the sphincter of Janet did not close at all now. It just kept an open state and allowed lotion oozing out of her hole dripping onto the bench she was tied to. Janet had her eyes closed and had succumbed to the whole ordeal. She did not object nor did she complain about anything. She just lay there accepting the repeated 14 cm. dildo going into her rear hole. Again and again. “So - 20 min is up. I can see you are ready for the punching now”, Lola informed Janet. Janet was kind of in a state of being indifferent to it all. Lola stopped the machine and pulled it away. She placed herself behind Janet watching the open case of her asshole. “Try to close your asshole, Janet”, Lola said. “I’m trying to, but I cannot close it. I don’t feel it anymore or have control of it anymore”, Janet responded. “I like to hear it,” Lola said with satisfaction. “This means you will be unable to stop the repeated fisting you are now going to receive”. With that - Lola greased her hand and forearm in lotion and made a closed fist of her hand. “Here we go!”, she said. Janet felt something enter her rapidly. It felt different from the dildo she had just spent 20 min with, and it felt like a live thing in contrast to the rubber feeling of a dildo. She realised she was actually being fisted in her ass, but being unable to prevent it at all. Her sphincter no longer being able to close, she just rested and let it happen. Lola repeatedly punched her closed fist of her right hand into the “bucket cunt” being Janet’s asshole. She felt very little resistance and made an effort to punch brutally. She still held a bit of resentment towards Janet due to the ‘education’ she herself had received as a result of Janet winning the dilation competition. She made sure to punch deep and to retract the arm from her victim with the same strength and effort as when pushing it into her. After Janet had been punched in her asshole for 15 minutes, Lola started to feel a bit of wearing out herself. “So, today we stop with one arm. We have a day tomorrow as well”, she said. “I’ll plug you with a tapered plug to prevent you leaking everywhere you walk as you are unable to close your hole currently”. Janet could hardly feel the said plug being inserted into her, she was just too tired to feel anything.