Anal Etiquette: Lusthansa – Part 1
By: Lord Odie
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself at: lordodietheauthor@gmail.com. If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
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Claudia Sauer
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Freya and Frieda Jäger
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Johanna Klaus
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Ellen Schmidt
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Zillia Müller
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Foreword
The basis for this story started out while I was working with Cypher on an upcoming chapter to his ‘Politics as Usual’ spin-off set in the Anal Etiquette Universe. He was introducing a character who needed to fly from Germany to the US and wanted some input about what she could expect to experience during her trip. Among all the ideas we threw against the wall was a random notion I had of women being packed into suitcases for the duration of the flights. This was inspired by an illustrated story I’d read, “The Fantasy Hotel” by Simon Benson. This story has a really good BDSM themed flight scene; and at one point in this story, the main female character is packed into a golf bag and loaded into the trunk of a taxi. My perverted, demented mind then took this simple concept to its natural Etiquette-ized conclusion.
I’ll delve into ‘female transporters’ in detail later on in the story, but in a nutshell: women riding in coach on an aircraft means they are placed into strict bondage and packed into cases, which are then loaded into racks, which are in turn stacked in the cargo compartment of the plane. All manner of devious, individualized torments are normally added to their bondage. Also, women riding in coach are subject to varying degrees of anal ‘stimulation’ for the duration of the flight. ‘Simulation’ meaning vigorous penetration!
Being a bit on the extreme side, I wasn’t expecting the idea to go any further than that; but sometime later Cypher sent me an excerpt of the story he was working on and he’d incorporated the suitcase concept. Needless to say that once I saw the idea in writing, I fell in love with it immediately! I was so infatuated with the concept that I wrote a background scene to include in his story. However, once I finished writing the scene, I knew I had to flesh it out into a standalone story. With the way the story developed organically, this also allowed me to incorporate some other stuff I had written concerning Rosa Culo Paraíso with other characters, but never had the chance to release.
This story will probably be a three-parter! And most of it is already written.
As for the extreme nature of the themes involved, this is Germany in the Etiquette Universe we’re talking about here. Leather, latex, heavy BDSM, and an inexplicable infatuation with David Hasselhoff are kind of their forte even today. While we can ignore the last example, in the Etiquette Universe they certainly haven’t gone soft…
Enjoy!
Preface (Video Day: D-14)
Lusthansa Stewardess Claudia Sauer walked confidently into the exquisitely furnished office of the Director of Passenger Interactions for the Rhein-Main Airport in Frankfort, Germany - Johanna Klaus. The thirty-one-year-old Claudia was dressed in the standard uniform of a Lusthansa stewardess: a tight, dark blue with yellow trim latex ensemble consisting of a sleeveless, high-necked top with a large cut out to expose the breasts; which ended at about the bottom of her ribcage. She also wore a short, micro-mini-skirt that sat high on her hips, but was only about two inches long; which left the bottom of the skirt to end a good three inches abohanna was adjustinove her bald cunt. Both the top and bottom were closed in front with bowtied yellow stings. What was obviously a massive dildo – judging by the way her toned abdomen bulged outward obscenely from just above her skirt to where the dildo inside made its way underneath her ribs – was lodged inside her rectum. The base of which was clearly visible in the wide gap between her legs underneath her slightly agape pussy. The gap between Claudia’s thighs had steadily grown over the years because she spent so much time with either her ankles next to her ears or her legs widely spread. Thigh-high fishnet stockings and incredibly high-heeled shoes completed her uniform. Thanks to decades of Voluptuzym having been added to the German water supply, the woman’s 34F breasts were about average for someone her age these days; and they were quite round and perky. Her outfit complimented her curly blonde hair and cool blue eyes perfectly.
Director Johanna Klaus was an older woman in her mid-sixties and Claudia’s boss’s boss. Although, thanks to anti-aging treatments, she looked like a woman in her early forties a century earlier. She was in charge of all stewardesses based at Rhein-Main; though most of those women were normally spread out all over the globe on flights at any given moment. The buxom, raven-haired executive obviously took care of herself though. Her wide hips had no trace of cellulite, her large 38J breasts still rested on her chest where they were supposed to be with minimal sagging, and her trim waist only showed minimal stretching from a lifetime of having her rectum packed to the breaking point. She wore typical attire for business women in Germany: her jet black hair was pulled into a tight bun atop her head; crimson framed glasses rested lightly on her nose; a snow white quarter-cup bra molded her mouthwatering J cup tits to perfection; a tailored black suit jacket – whose wide lapel showed most of her barbell pierced nipples – came together at just a single button well below her breasts, and ended at her midriff; a matching black suit skirt started a couple of inched below her navel and ended at roughly clit level; and her ensemble was completed by crimson stiletto heels that matched her glasses. She was seated at a large, glass iDesk with no front. Claudia could see Johanna’s legs underneath the desk as she walked across the office’s plush carpet. The desk chair she sat in spread her legs at a full one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees. Her bald, slightly gaping, and obviously well used cunt was on full display and dripped steadily into a small tray built into the chair so as not to soil the carpet.
At seeing Claudia enter her office, Johanna smiled and pushed back from her desk. She touched a button on the chair’s side and her spread legs came together. Gingerly, she started standing up to greet the newcomer. As she did so, a seven-and-three-quarter-inch wide dildo mounted to the chair’s seat slowly came into view. The massive latex monster was slowly rotating back and forth and Claudia could clearly see from across the room that the texture at the point where Johanna’s sphincter rested was quite coarse. After a full twenty-one inches of thick tool finally slipped free from Johanna’s gaping and useless asshole, she came around her desk to take Claudia’s hand in a firm shake.
After some brief pleasantries, Johanna motioned for Claudia to take a seat in one of the rich, overstuffed, Corinthian leather chairs directly in front of her desk. As Johanna returned behind her desk and started the process of re-impaling herself, Claudia took a seat in the closest chair. She felt the connection point built into the seat make contact with the dildo embedded in her ass – its retention ring immediately deflated and the dildo came to life. Her fingers found the controls on the chair’s armrest and she adjusted the faux-dick to a comfortable rhythm of one twelve-inch thrust per second with a half twist, sighed contently, and then turned her attention to what the director had called her in to discuss.
It took a few more seconds for Johanna to fully situate herself back in her chair before she started the real conversation, “Thank you for coming in, Ms. Sauer. I’ve been reviewing the video record from your final Senior Stewardess exams on employee disciplinary counselling,” said the director, nodding to the huge monitor mounted to the office’s wall. Claudia had been so preoccupied with checking out her boss’s body – especially her mouthwatering tits! – that it had gone unnoticed. “Very satisfactory, I must say,” she continued as she held a button on the side of the chair while her legs again spread out into a perfect splits.
The muted action onscreen from last week showed a sweaty Claudia pounding an impressively sized, heavy-grit punishment dildo mounted to a strap-on harness into the still relatively tight asshole of a blonde stewardess who looked to be about twenty. The young woman had spilled a drink on a passenger during a rough bout of turbulence – an unforgivable offense in Lusthansa’s strict culture of professional excellence. She was nude and tied to a “Counselling Bench”. The low bench held her legs straight out and at a wide two-hundred degree splits. Her arms were gathered up behind her in a leather arm binder and her perky 36F cup tits were tightly bound at their bases. An orgasm inhibitor was inserted into deep into her urethra and vagina. This diabolical contraption was a U-shaped device that cancelled out the vibrations of intercourse and used subsonic waves to interrupt pleasure signals to the clitoris and G-spot. Cumming with one inserted was virtually impossible. After all, they were used for disciplinary counselling – it was supposed to be punishment, not pleasurable.
Onscreen Claudia knelt between the young stewardess’s splayed legs with a three-and-a-half-inch wide, medium-grit punishment dildo strapped onto her hips. She was vigorously reaming out the sobbing young woman’s rectal cavity while reciting the appropriate passages of Lusthansa’s Stewardess Guideline Handbook. The outline of the coarse dildo sliding through her colon was clearly visible against the abdominal wall of the petite young blonde-haired woman. Off to the side – monitoring the ongoing disciplinary counselling – was Johanna. She was busy tapping notes and pointers into her tablet as Claudia pounded away into the bound stewardess’s defenseless nether hole.
Back in the plush office, Johanna turned the monitor’s volume up so that they could both enjoy the defeated sobs of the younger woman’s punishment all over again. Claudia felt her normally erect nipples tighten in excitement as the sounds of anguish and squishing lubricant filled the room. She quickly stole a glance to the other side of Johanna’s office and the non-descript door that she knew led the counseling rooms. She herself had been undergone dozens of disciplinary counselling sessions over the years and her anus clenched at their painful memories!
“Your technique still needs a bit of work, but that comes with experience, practice and training,” Johanna commented as she fast-forwarded the recording. Onscreen, the young woman had disappeared and Claudia had replaced her on the counselling bench. Johanna was adjusting the thrusting of a massive heavy-grit punishment dildo that was mounted to a reciprocating arm into Claudia’s asshole with ruthless force. An orgasm inhibitor was buried into her two front holes.
The onscreen Johanna commented, “Now see how much more it hurts when it doesn’t slow down at the end of each stroke and the base slams into your sphincter? That is why there are little plastic spikes all over the base, after all!”
“Ye… Yes, ma… ma’am!” onscreen Claudia had replied brokenly as her asshole was ravaged with each powerful thrust.
“Good. Now I have an executive management status meeting to go to for the next hour or so. I’m going to leave you like this and I want you to pay close attention to how much more it hurts when the disciplinary counselling is done correctly. Next time you counsel a stewardess, I expect it to be done correctly! Is that understood?”
“Yes… ma’am!” Claudia answered as she sobbed. The outline of the thick punishment dildo passing through rectal tract was just as obvious against her skin as the younger stewardess before her.
Johanna spoke from behind her desk at last, “Don’t worry, Ms. Sauer. Most of the women training for a senior stewardess position don’t get it right the first time either,” she commented as they both watched the onscreen Claudia’s counselling training continue.
“I’ve taken your pointers to heart, ma’am,” said Claudia respectfully. “I won’t make that mistake again!” Certainly not! Her poor sphincter had been sore for over a day after that.
“I should hope not! I can’t tell if you’re suffering here, or enjoying yourself,” commented Johanna.
Claudia smiled to herself and didn’t reply. It was all the answer her boss needed. She hadn’t had a single orgasm for the entire hour and a half she’d been strapped to the bench and counselled, but the continuous raping had made her unbelievably horny.
After a minute or so, Johanna stopped and closed the video and flipped tabs on her iDesk over to the formal personnel paperwork she’d been working on. “I’d like to congratulate you,” she started saying – just as the monitor unexpectedly came back to life and interrupted her.
Onscreen, Johanna was now firmly strapped to a counselling bench. Her impressive 38J tits were bound with leather straps at their bases and pulled sideways so severely they almost rested against the sides of her torso. Her legs were spread so far back that they had to have been at an almost two-hundred-and-ten-degree angle super splits. An extra-large orgasm inhibitor was buried in her cunt and pisshole. What looked to be a nearly eight-inch wide, very heavy-grit punishment dildo – mounted to a thick base covered with sharp plastic spikes – was slamming into her ruined asshole with wild, brutal force. Claudia was shocked at the speed and power behind the bench’s fucking! She didn’t know the counselling benches could be turned up that high.
An attractive, sandy-haired blonde woman in her mid-fifties – who Claudia recognized as Johanna’s secretary, Ellen – came into view and stood over the director’s prone form. “I’ve cleared your calendar and set your status to ‘Busy’, ma’am. Would there be anything else?” she asked respectfully. As always, the busty secretary was dressed in a semi-translucent dress that did very little to hide her 38G breasts and widely gaping holes.
Onscreen Johanna shook her head ‘no’.
“Okay then,” continued the blonde secretary, “I’m headed out to lunch now. I should be back in two or three hours. Enjoy your ‘lunch training’,” and with that she walked off camera. All that came out of the monitor’s speakers was the rhythmic wet slapping of uncaring latex into Johanna’s over-stretched and brutalized sphincter.
“Scheisse!” said real life Johanna as she clumsily fumbled with her iDesk’s controls to get back to the video app she thought she had just closed. It took a few additional seconds of scrambling, but she finally managed to turn the video off just as her onscreen self was beginning to sob uncontrollably. “I apologize for that, Ms. Sauer! That was just from a report I was compiling for the next executive management status meeting earlier this morning.”
“No need to apologize, ma’am,” Claudia replied with a smile.
“There we go,” Johanna said triumphantly as the monitor went blank again. She double checked to ensure the video app was actually closed for real this time before flipping back to the paperwork. “Anyway – as I was saying – I’d like to congratulate you. Your promotion to senior stewardess went through as expected.”
Claudia beamed excitedly. “Thank you, ma’am!”
“The only potential issue here is that I notice that you share a residence with two other stewardesses who will be on your team: Freya and Frieda Jäger. Are you three just roommates or in a serious relationship?” inquired the busty executive.
“In a relationship,” Claudia said with a little confusion. She wasn’t quite sure what her sex life had to do with her promotion.
“And who is the top in the relationship?”
“I am,” Claudia replied slowly.
“Good. While supervisors dating their employees is not against Lusthansa’s regulations, we do prefer that the dominant party in the relationship be the one in authority at work and not the other way around,” Johanna explained. “There can be a conflict of interests with the reverse situation.”
“Understandable,” agreed Claudia in comprehension. “Freya and Frieda are both dedicated, masochistic bottoms. They’re good little slaves, actually,” she confirmed.
“Excellent! Anyway – as I was saying – this means you’ll have to shoot a series of training and instructional videos for all the flights you’ll be in charge of,” continued the director.
Claudia nodded attentively as she increased the speed at which the dildo was violating her stretched nether hole slightly. She wasn’t the least bit concerned with the outline that the thick, thrusting dildo was making against her toned abdomen just as Johanna was unconcerned with her spread and exposed cunt which was just as easily visible through the glass desk. Both women maintained perfect eye contact as they discussed the business at hand. After all, none of this was anything out of the ordinary.
“I’ve scheduled the video shoot for the last Friday of the month; which is two weeks from today. Lusthansa has a certain public image to maintain, so I’ve scheduled you and your two roommates for a quick ten day stay at Rosa Culo Paraíso to prepare you; you’ll leave tomorrow. That will give you three days once you get back to recover and learn your lines.”
“Sounds reasonable,” replied Claudia, delighted at the prospect of a ten-day vacation on Lusthansa’s dime. Although, she was a little taken back at the speed at which her promotion was progressing.
“Do you have any further questions, Ms. Sauer?” Johanna asked pleasantly.
“Not at this time, ma’am,” relied the stewardess.
Just then, the door to the counselling rooms opened and the sandy-haired blonde woman Claudia recognized from the brief video stuck her head into the office. “Director, your ‘lunch training’ is all set up. I have one of the new pieces of ‘equipment’ you wanted to ‘evaluate’ set up and ready to go.”
Johanna blushed a little – something she was unaccustomed to in her older age – as the actual meaning of the code words were not lost on Claudia. “Thank you, Ellen. I’ll be just another minute.”
Smiling, she turned back to Claudia, “Good. I’ll forward all the necessary paperwork to your Lusthansa account. Please review everything and sign everywhere where indicated and get it back to me by this evening so I can finalize all the arrangements.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Claudia as she tapped buttons on the chairs arm to re-secure her anal dildo. “Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Klaus,” she finished as she stood to leave.
“Think nothing of it, Claudia,” Johanna replied. “Just do a good job,” she added as the younger woman departed her office – her eyes lingering on the new senior stewardess’ fully packed bottom and sexy hips as she walked away. Johanna smiled to herself and reached down to push a few more buttons on her chair to release her legs again.
The new ‘equipment’ was a prototype dildo that combined the features of a punishment and a torture dildo. Punishment dildos were covered in sandpaper-like grit that caused a sensation of the skin being rubbed raw without actually causing any damage. Torture dildos were covered with spike-like protrusions that tore through the sphincter – again, without causing any actual damage. Until now, no one had been able to combine the two designs without actually causing physical damage to the thin rectal membranes; but the science and chemistry behind composite and plastic material manufacturing had evidently finally solved the problems. Her scheduled ‘evaluation’ was to see how painful this new design really was. She was skeptical, but hopeful as she stood up and unbuttoned her jacket.
“After you, Ellen,” she said as she made her way across her office. “What was your first impression of this new technological marvel?”
The blonde secretary shuddered before replying, “I’m not sure I would want one of those things in my ass!”
Johanna laughed. “Now I’m really hopeful,” she said at last, knowing firsthand how advanced her underling’s case of anal masochism truly was – nearly as advanced as her own!
She wasn’t laughing anymore when she saw what was actually waiting for her on the counselling bench. Johanna knew her next report for the executive management status meeting was going to be interesting indeed.
* * *
Walking into the apartment she shared with Freya and Frieda, Claudia wasn’t surprised to hear soft moans and squishing sounds coming from the bedroom. She was excited to share her news and hoped they weren’t too into whatever it was they were doing.
Walking into the large bedroom that accounted for roughly half of the apartment’s square footage, Claudia saw her two slave lovers entwined on the bed. The twin leggy brunettes were both naked and in a modified 69. Laying stomach to stomach, each woman had both of their hands buried up her sister’s twat up to the wrists. As they rotated their closed fists around inside the other’s cunt, their heads were bent over and enthusiastically eating the other’s dilated anus. Between the moans and gasps of pleasure, one would occasionally cry out as the other bit her sphincter a little too hard. Claudia could see evil looking nipple clamps decorating each nipple on their perky 36G breasts.
Damn, she thought. I guess my news can wait.
Moving quietly over to the room’s easy chair so as not to disturb her lovers, Claudia sat down, spread her legs, and leaned back. She picked up a magnetic handle from the table next to her and reached between her legs. Once the handle mated with the plug in her rectum, its retaining ring deflated once again. The senior stewardess sighed and then bit her lip as she allowed six inches or so of the five-and-three-quarter inch wide dildo to slide out of her rectum before she pushed it back in. Her other had gave each of her erect nipples an extra hard pinch before moving down to her abdomen. She enjoyed the sensation of the dildo moving inside underneath her skin before continuing downwards. Reaching her dripping cunt at last, one finger after another disappeared inside before she hooked her thumb into the palm of her hand and pushed. The greedy pussy swallowed her hand easily. While Claudia didn’t indulge in double vaginal fisting like her slaves loved, single fists belonging to one of the three women found its way into her tight snatch on a daily basis.
Claudia masturbated her holes while she watched the show Frieda and Freya were putting on for her. They were really getting into it now and working up to their next orgasms. Each was almost double punching the other’s cunt in their excited states. It didn’t take much longer before first Freya and then Frieda exploded into orgasm. Claudia herself had been getting pretty close, but the sounds of her two submissive lovers cumming pushed her over the edge as well. All three women cried out together as they came.
Freya was the first to recover. She pulled her fists out of Frieda’s pussy with loud slurping sounds, propped herself up on her elbow and asked, “How long have you been watching us, baby?”
“Not long,” Claudia responded as she let the entire length of the thick latex toy exit her asshole at last. She stood up, walked over to the bed and handed the soiled toy to Freya. Frieda extracted her hands from her sister, sat up and then both brunettes obediently began cleaning the dildo with their tongues. “I have news,” she began.
She let the two women clean her ass juices off the toy for a few more seconds before continuing. “I got the promotion!” All three women squealed like school girls in their excitement as the anal dildo Frieda and Freya had been cleaning hit the floor; forgotten for now. The lovers smashed into a group hug in the center of the room and bounced up and down.
“I knew you’d get it!” cried Frieda.
“Me too,” confirmed her sister.
“There’s more,” Claudia said. The three women stopped bouncing and waited again. “Lusthansa’s sending all three of us to Rosa Culo Paraíso tomorrow for a free vacation!” The overly excited squealing and bouncing started all over again. Two pairs of clamped G cup tits and one unclamped pair of F cups slapped into each other as they bounced up and down.
“We need to celebrate,” Frieda said at last.
“What did you have in mind?” Claudia asked.
All three women smiled knowingly.
* * *
Later that evening, a now naked Claudia reclined again in the bedroom’s easy chair. This time, a six-inch-thick, twenty-one-inch-long, light-grit punishment dildo was attached to the chair and slowly rotated deep inside her sore rectum. Thick rubber bands encircled the base of each of her normally creamy, F cup tits and her nipples were topped with painful clamps. A five-and-a-quarter-inch-diameter, twenty-three-inch-long, heavy-grit, strap-on dildo protruded straight up from her pelvic bone. The faux cock sizes were the women’s current maximum dilations.
Using her tablet – which was networked into the apartment’s electronics – Claudia maneuvered Freya over the intimidating dildo sticking up from her stomach and started lowering her down. The descending woman groaned in obvious pain as her body weight forced the thick, abrasive tool deep into her bound body once again. Frieda hung breathlessly next to them as she recovered while lubricant dripped out of her well abused bottom hole.
Both brunettes were bound identically: their arms were drawn up in a reverse prayer which forced their tits out invitingly; their legs folded back with their ankles strapped to their arm bondage so that they rested behind their shoulders; thick bands encircled their painfully clamped breasts at the base, forcing them into taut tit-balls; cables ran from each band to the pair of hoists mounted on magnetic tracks in the ceiling. Most of the time, the twins found themselves hanging from their tits, but occasionally Claudia felt a masochistic urge and let her slaves take control.
Claudia stopped lowering Freya when about six inches of roughly textured dildo was still outside the brunette’s straining asshole. She wiped sweat from her brow, set her tablet aside for now, and hooked her hands around Freya’s restrained thighs. Before Claudia even used the leverage to thrust her body upwards to bury the heavy-grit punishment dildo into her slave’s sore ass, Freya let out a knowing scream of anguish. After all, they’d been playing this game for nearly two hours now. She was expecting the searing pain that shot through her tenderized rectal walls and the growing strain in her bound tits from the extra weight of Claudia’s leverage.
It didn’t take Claudia very long to settle into a vicious, thrusting rhythm once again. She understood Freya’s plight, but had no sympathy as she fucked away. After all, her slaves’ asses were getting a break half the time. She was reminded again at how raw her own rectum was getting as the thrusting or her hips had the side effect of sawing the light-grit punishment dildo that was slowly rotating on her chair in and out of her sore nether hole. The clenching of her buttocks on each up-thrust was certainly not helping her poor anus’s predicament.
The trio was already pretty worked up from their hours of play and it didn’t take long for Freya to start crying, “Mistress! Mistress! Oh, Claudia!” as another strong pain-induced orgasms crashed over her once again. Claudia just kept fucking at her current pace as her lover almost came down completely from her orgasm before another one snuck up on her and she cried out again.
Claudia could feel the heat of her own orgasm building quickly. It wasn’t long before she was crying out to, “Oh, god! Freya!” Spent, she slumped back into the chair and allowed her sore asshole to be fully impaled on the still rotating punishment dildo. After she caught her breath, she reached for her tablet to trade out slaves once again. Freya moaned in protest as she found herself moving upwards and to the side once again. By this time, Frieda was ready again.
Now that she had a moment to take things in, she noticed motion in the bedroom from the apartment across the way. The two apartment’s bedroom’s had large bay windows facing each other across a span of maybe twenty feet, allowing anyone in one bedroom to see what was going on in the other. Her neighbor, Della Miller, was just finishing up binding the large, milky tits of her twenty-something daughter, Elise, as she finished tucking her into her Gute Nacht Bett. Claudia watched as the naked mother finished, moved to the end of the bed and tapped a few buttons. Elise’s mattress fell away and her tits took up most of her body weight. A few more commands and the young woman started to rock back and forth heavily. Della took a step back to admire her handy work and noticed Claudia watching her. The women smiled to each other and waved politely.
Claudia had to return her attention to lowering Frieda onto the waiting heavy-grit punishment dildo. The bound woman cried out pathetically as she was impaled once again. Claudia set her tablet aside and glanced across the way again. Della was gone and the lights were out. Although, the outline of Elise rocking back and forth on her bound tits was clearly visibly in the rooms night light.
Claudia smiled and again hooked her hands around Frieda’s thighs for another round of fucking. As her slave’s cries grew louder and the aching of her ruined sphincter grew more pronounced, Claudia realized it was getting late and they had a flight to catch in the morning. With some mental math, she figured another two or three rounds for each twin and then it was time for her to tuck her lovers into the king sized Gute Nacht Bett all three women shared.
She was just settling into another pitiless, hammering pace into Frieda’s brutalized nether hole – and by extension, her own screaming asshole – when a loud knock on their apartment door startled her. Claudia was just going to ignore it until whoever was there got the hint that she was busy and went away, but the knock repeated itself even more insistently a few seconds later as her loudly sobbing slave started to orgasm again. She continued pounding away while Frieda enjoyed her hard, screaming cum while the insistent knocking continued.
“God damn it!” Claudia exclaimed as Frieda finally went limp and her thrusting slowed down at last. Grabbing her tablet, she raided the brunette twin off her heavy-grit punishment strap-on and off to the side. Rising off the still spinning, light-grit punishment dildo tearing into her own ass, Claudia angrily got up and quickly moved to the door to see what the fuck this person wanted; the five-and-a-quarter-inch-thick strap-on bouncing against her legs as she went.
“What the fuck… Oh, hello Marcus,” she said, recognizing their neighbor form the apartment directly underneath theirs. “What can I do for you tonight?” Marcus was a large man in his late forties. He shared the apartment with his petite wife, Mia, who was a few years younger. The couple had never found the time to have children.
“Don’t you mean, ‘this morning’?” Marcus corrected with a stern look.
“Really? Is it that late already?” Claudia asked innocently as she leaned against the doorframe and started playing with her nipple clamps.
“Yes. Yes, it is,” Marcus confirmed as he reached up, batted away her hands, and took the pair of clamps into his own powerful hands and twisted them violently at the same time that he yanked her tits upwards sharply.
Claudia cried out in pain but her arms instantly went behind her back just the way her mother had taught her.
“I assume Frieda and Freya are hanging from their tits in your bedroom?” Marcus asked as he continued twisting Claudia’s tortured nipples.
“Yes… You’re always welcome to join us, Marcus,” Claudia said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pain. “You know we have a third hoist for me,” she added hopefully.
“Normally, Mia and I would be delighted to join you, but I put her to bed four hours ago and she’s in the middle of a well-deserved torture ride for the next six hours or so. It would be longer, but I have to be up early this morning for a business meeting first thing. I would appreciate it if you would gag your girlfriends – and truthfully, yourself – so I can get some sleep,” Marcus demanded as he let go of the clamps and allowed Claudia’s crushed nubs to bounce back at last.
Claudia was disappointed but obediently replied, “Of course, Marcus! I’ll gag us right away.”
“Thank you, Claudia. Please give Frieda and Frey my love, won’t you?” Marcus said turning to leave.
“I will,” Claudia said as he walked away. “Sorry for the noise!”
Damn, she thought as she closed and relocked the door. That would have been fun!
Returning to the bedroom, the two over-fucked twins still hung from their swollen tits on either side of the room’s easy chair. Quickly, Claudia went to their toy collection, selected three sizable ball gags, and went about ensuring all three of them were effectively silenced. Both twins opened widely and accepted their gags without question.
A minute later, she was repositioning herself on the spinning six-inch-wide dildo mounted to the easy chair. The short break her bottom hole had gotten during the interruption made the reinsertion that much more painful. After giving herself a moment to acclimate, she grabbed her tablet and began lowering Freya onto her strap-on once again. Now where was I? Claudia thought to herself mischievously.
Several minutes later, what was once the shrill cries of two orgasming women had been greatly reduced to muffled screams of pleasure. Claudia hoped they were being silent enough for Marcus to get some sleep.
Video Day: D-13
Claudia, Freya and Frieda had been at Rosa Culo Paraíso for all of three hours and had already been subject to the most intense enema regime they’d experienced since their stewardess training years earlier. Afterwards, they were each given the required garment that all female staff and guests wore at RCP. This consisted of a skin-tight, latex harness that covered the arms, shoulders and upper chest to just above the top of their naked breasts. The smooth material ran from their wrists, up their necks, to just below their chins. A tight latex waist cincher went from just below their bare breasts to the swell of their hips. From the base of the cincher, two straps went down on either side of their freshly shaved, bald cunts and disappeared between the gaps between their legs. These straps ended in hooks that were inserted into their assholes. When the pair of hooks coming down from the back of the cinchers were also inserted and all four straps tightened, each woman’s pliable asshole was pulled into a wide open square gape that each found very familiar; gaper panties being quite popular in Germany after all. Additional buckles and straps dangled from the outfit at helpful points. Matching high heels completed the ensemble.
The outfits themselves were color coded: blue was for administrative personnel, black for therapists, white for senior therapists, red for guests, and dark red for VIP guests. In Claudia’s opinion, the black was for mistresses and the white for head mistresses, and everyone else were just slaves to be fucked; but that was how her well-trained German mind worked.
Once dressed in red latex, each woman was led into separate rooms to be prepared for their first therapy session. Zillia Müller was Claudia’s assigned therapist. She was a young, cute German woman in her mid-twenties with dark brown hair and perfect 32D breasts topped with hard, pink nipples. The younger woman had a tight, athletic ass that screamed ‘Fuck me here!!!’ Claudia found the young woman quite fetching in her black latex outfit and was immediately attracted to her warm smile – and heart-shaped butt!
She was led down the hallway and into a small room. Claudia noticed the room’s plate said, “Automated Therapy Preparation Room 138F”. Just like all the rooms in the resort, this one had no doors.
“Alright, let’s get started, shall we?” Zillia asked rhetorically. It only took seconds for the therapist to buckle Claudia’s arms behind her back so that her elbows were touching and her shoulders were wrenched backwards almost painfully with latex straps. The therapist then got out a small plastic frame and laid it on a low bench in the center of the room. The frame almost resembled a flattened snake, but with clasps screws. It basically consisted of three alternating U shapes; a larger U opening upwards and two smaller U’s opening down. The entire device was about six-inches high and two-and-a-half-feet wide.
The therapist told Claudia to sit down and then helped her to lay backwards so that Claudia’s shoulders fit into the frame’s larger U. Claudia’s bound arms fit into a recess in the bench’s cushion so that she could lay flat.
“Is that too uncomfortable, Ms. Sauer?” the therapist asked politely as she started fiddling with the frame’s clasps.
“No,” Claudia responded. “I’m actually used to a reverse prayer position; so basic arm bondage is pretty easy for me; even with my elbows touching.”
“Well, we can do something about that,” the therapist said dryly as the clasps that she had been tightening down over Claudia’s shoulders began to push them together forcefully. Claudia gasped out loud as her breath was momentarily stolen from her lungs at the strain.
“Just a little bit tighter… There,” Zillia said at last. “I know this is your first therapy here at RCP, but I know you’re a Lusthansa stewardess and ride in coach a lot so this should be relatively easy for you. On top of that, you’re a fellow German; so I know you’re intimately familiar with all forms of BDSM. Americans – on the other hand – find this part quite uncomfortable.”
“Guilty on all counts,” Claudia responded with a little effort. “It’s a shame about those Americans. They’re so culturally repressed.”
“They are getting better about it though,” added the brunette. “In another generation or so, American women may actually be able to walk down the street with a hint of nipple showing!”
Both women giggled at the statement. Nudity in most of Europe had been a non-taboo thing for generations. Actual body covering clothes were really only worn for protection in certain jobs or when it started to get cold. When the weather was nice, clothes were really just designed to accentuate the body of the wearer. The Lusthansa stewardess and general Rosa Culo Paraíso female uniforms were prime examples. They really served no purpose other than to display – for all intents and purposes – mostly nude women in an attractive and submissive manner.
As soon as Zillia finished up securing Claudia’s shoulders, she stepped down to the foot of the bench and grabbed a hold of the reclining woman’s right leg. With little effort, she pulled the leg up and over Claudia’s body. She only met resistance in the last few inches it took to hook Claudia’s calf into the waiting small U on the frame. Stepping back down to the foot of the bench, she repeated the process with her charge’s left leg. “There we go,” said the therapist as she closed the frame’s clamps over Claudia’s legs and started screwing them down tightly. “Almost ready.”
“Zillia, how long do I have to stay like this?” Claudia inquired. Her body was now doubled over with her legs resting on either side of her chest and her red high heels still strapped onto her feet as they rested on the sides of her head. The extreme position was one that Claudia was quite accustomed to, although, not with a stranger like Zillia present. All in all, she was feeling a little vulnerable and defenseless. Of course, that was the entire point of the preparation!
“Oh, not long this morning. This is just your initial automated dilation therapy,” the brunette therapist said absentmindedly as she reviewed Claudia’s chart and therapy plan on her tablet. “You’ll only be in a therapy frame for six hours or so this time. Future sessions will be significantly longer as you achieve higher levels of dilation. Also, this is just the Level III treatment level frame. As you get more accustomed to how we do things here at RCP, you’ll get fitted with higher level treatment frames.”
Claudia nodded. She wasn’t quite sure what all that meant, but she could make an educated guess.
“Would you like any breast bondage?” Zillia inquired. “Most German women like their tits banded and nipples clamped while their having their bottom holes stretched. I know I do,” she added with a smirk.
“That would be lovely,” Claudia replied happily.
Zillia went to a nearby cabinet and returned with two thick rubber bands and a pair of evil looking nipple clamps. “Alright, here we go,” she said as she began feeding Claudia’s defenseless F cup tits into the rubber bands. It took some doing, but after a bit of work – and a few gasps of pain from Claudia – a thick rubber band sat between each of her beautiful tits and her chest. The compression at her breasts’ bases were already causing them to turn a darker shade of red. “And now some clamps. These are my favorite!” she added as she closed and tightened the sharp clamp onto Claudia’s first rock hard left nipple.
Despite knowing it was coming, the sharp pain shooting through her now compressed nipple and swelling breast caused Claudia to groan in pain. The process was quickly repeated with Claudia’s right nipple, leaving the trussed up blonde sniffling softly as she acclimated herself to the pain in her body.
“Well, that about does it for your bondage morning,” the Zillia said as she rolled over a trolley from the corner of the room. The trolley was connected to the ends of the frame on either side of Claudia’s restrained body. Activating the trolley’s control panel, the therapist brought the device to life. Claudia felt her shoulders lift off the bench, followed by the rest of her body. She grunted in discomfort as her whole weight was taken up by her shoulders and calves, and her bound breasts rolled around on her chest. She continued to rise until she was above the eye level of the smiling therapist – and then the device stopped, leaving Claudia swinging slightly forwards and backwards.
“Fuck…” Claudia groaned as she hovered three feet off the ground.
“Oh, don’t worry, Ms. Sauer. You’ll be getting to that part soon enough,” the therapist joked in answer to Claudia’s unrelated statement. Stowing her tablet in a pocket on the trolley, Zillia backed the device away from the bench and started pushing Claudia towards the hallway. This renewed Claudia’s groans as she began swinging freely in her frame. Her poor tits swung independently with every bounce and motion of the trolley.
Once in the hallway, Claudia was reunited with her two love slaves who were bound identically to her. They’d even independently selected similar breast torments – all three shared an equal love of tit torture after all.
While being near naked in public with all her private parts on full display was nothing new to Claudia, she wasn’t used to being in full bondage and surrounded by strangers at the same time; and this made her feel a little nervous. She could see similar looks of unease on her two brunette lovers.
“I feel like I’ve been in this position before,” joked Frieda; trying to diffuse her unease.
“It is a striking similarity to last night’s fun,” Freya agreed, getting into the joke as well.
“Not quite,” Claudia corrected. “I seem to recall the two of you preferring to hang from your fat tits when you’re doubled over.”
“So do you!” protested Freya.
“Well, yeah. Of course I do,” confirmed Claudia.
“You know,” Zillia butted in, “The bands on your tits have eyelets on them that we can use to move you around with if that’s what you would prefer.”
All three dangling women shook their heads in affirmation.
“Not a problem,” the brunette therapist said happily as she started to reconfigure the trolley.
The other two therapists burst out laughing as they moved to reconfigure Frieda and Freya’s trolleys as well. “That must be a German thing!” said the first. “I swear every German woman I know jumps at the chance to swing from her tits at every opportunity!”
Zillia smiled, brought her hand up to her mouth, kissed her fingers, and then slapped her ass hard with the slightly wet hand in a ‘Kiss My Kraut Ass’ gesture. All six women laughed at the exchange. Although, she knew her coworker was basically correct: she loved swinging from her D cup tits.
Reconfiguring the trolleys for breast suspension transport was simple. Two cables were pulled out of their recess at the top and connected to the eyelets in the stewardess’s breast bands. They were they retracted until they took up the weight of the hanging women. Finally, the connection points to the frames were disconnected and all three women swung freely from their bound tits. The entire process took maybe a minutes.
“Better?” Zillia asked as she stowed the original connection pieces on the back of the trolley.
“Much!” Claudia groaned as she acclimated herself to the new, more severe pain emanating from her stretched tits.
Frieda added, “I love to hate this!”
Freya just giggled.
“Well then, girls, let’s get moving!” Zillia said happily as she and two other therapists started pushing the trio down the hall. Claudia, Frieda and Freya swung helplessly in every direction and grunted from time to time as their trolleys were pushed over imperfections in the hallway’s floor.
As they traveled, Claudia noted all the door-less preparation rooms they were passing. Each one contained a therapist and a guest in various stages of being affixed to frames. They continued on past the cleansing rooms where she’d been half an hour ago. All these rooms had guests – and a number black uniformed therapists and blue uniformed administrative personnel – undergoing high volume enemas.
“We’re normally not this busy all the time,” commented Zillia when she noticed Claudia glancing into each room. “This is just the rush time from initial batch of new vacationers. After this morning’s rush, their therapy schedules will spread everyone out.”
“Ah, that makes sense” commented Claudia as she nodded; and then groaned as a deep bump in the floor caused her to bounce slightly on her bound tits.
Finally, they passed through a large portal into a long room filled with rows and rows of identical machines; most of which contained a moaning guest – and more than a few, a moaning employee. An older blonde woman in a white outfit who was obviously in charge walked up to the group as they stopped. “Let’s see… Sauer, Claudia; Jäger, Freya; and Jäger, Frieda. Put them in D17, D18 and D19,” she said quickly and then moved back to her station to continue administrating her domain.
The group started moving again, and Claudia took in the scene in amazement. So many women having their holes stretched in one place! It reminded her a lot of her doctor’s office, but a bit more on the extreme side.
“Here we go,” Zillia said as she rolled Claudia up to machine D18 at last. Freya was at D17 and Frieda at D19; their therapists immediately started lowering the twins down onto the low benches for internment into the dilation machines. “I figured I’d explain to you how this works before I strap you in,” Zillia said as they watched Freya and Frieda getting positioned.
“Thank you, Zillia,” Claudia said honestly. “I am a bit curious.”
“Think nothing of it! All this can be a bit intimidating the first time.
“As you can see, we’ll be using three self-lubricating dilators this morning; one for each of your holes. The largest dilator – of course – is for your anal cavity. We normally set the depth of the dilator all the way to the base of the lungs so that the entire colon can be worked out. You’ll notice it has large grooves running down the length along the top. That’s to allow the vaginal dilator to spin without getting in the way; a woman’s body just doesn’t have enough internal space to get fully stretched in both orifices at the same time!
“Speaking of the vaginal dilator, you’ll notice that it kind of resembles a flattened American football – such a ridiculous sport by the way! As it spins, the wider portion passes though the grooves along the top of the anal dilator. This setup allows us to dilate both holes at the same time to significant dimensions! Of course, you’ll likely be undergoing quite a few anal-only or vaginal-only therapies as well as each hole has to be focused on exclusively to achieve maximum dilation.”
Claudia nodded in understanding as Zillia went through her spiel.
“Lastly, we have the urethra dilator. As you would expect, it is significantly smaller than its two larger sisters. Because of its small size though, it can get pretty energetic in the frequency of its penetration. It’s also small enough to not interfere with the vaginal dilator.
“And here’s what it looks like when its turned on,” Zillia said as she turned the machine on. Silently, all three dildos began moving. The anal dildo pressed forward nearly two feet before reversing. The vaginal dildo spun to pass through the groves perfectly. The urethral dildo rotated and moved in and out on its own. It was actually pretty interesting to watch that level of engineering. “Pretty cool, huh?” Zillia asked as she powered the machine down.
“Any questions?”
Claudia considered a little in trepidation before responding, “Those dilators already look pretty close to my maximum dilation; will they get any bigger?”
“Of course they will! That why they’re called dilators!” Zillia said in exasperation. “The anal dilator will start off at your current six-inch maximum diameter; the vaginal at three inches at its widest point; and the urethra at one quarter of an inch. The dilators themselves are lightly veined and firm. This will change at higher treatment levels. Sometimes, you’ll even be fitted with tenderizing dildos if your treatment calls for it.”
“What are ‘tenderizing’ dilators?” interrupted Claudia.
Zillia smiled briefly, “They’re really just what you would normally call torture dildos; but management doesn’t like to have the word, ‘torture’ written all over its advertising materials. So we have to call them, ‘tenderizing’ dilators. I know, hypocrisy and political correctness rears their ugly heads again!
“At any rate, you’ll absolutely love the tenderization dilators we use around here! We have them specially imported from Germany – and everybody knows that we sick, perverted Krauts know how to treat a woman’s bottom hole!” Zillia added enthusiastically as she patted her behind.
“Oh, I see,” Claudia said as her assessment for the level of suffering she was about to endure for the next ten days shot up significantly. Despite the horrible pain she knew she was in store for her, she couldn’t deny how wet her pussy felt. She really was looking forward to this. Claudia also couldn’t help but imagine the therapist’s well-formed bottom impaled upon a sadistic punishment or torture dildo; and moaning pitifully as it demolished her young sphincter. The thought alone got her more in the mood for what was coming.
“Any more questions, Ms. Sauer?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh! One more thing. You’re scheduled for a full six-hour session this morning, but when your time is up, you have the option of extending your therapy by up to two hours if you choose to. Most guests usually chose to extend their therapies, but not always.”
Claudia nodded again.
“Okay then. Open up and we’ll get you gagged and situated,” Zillia said finally as she held up a sizable latex ball gag. “You can see the ports on the outside for water lines so you won’t get dehydrated during your therapy,” the therapist explained. “Just suck and cool water will be dispensed. Alternatively, we can connect the line to your catheter as well – although, at higher treatment levels, this becomes mandatory.”
Claudia opened wide without protest and accepted the gag with no issues. The gag was pretty large and distended her jaw almost uncomfortably; especially after Zillia jerked it tight.
A muted, high pitch gasp drew her attention back down to Frieda. Her therapist had already seated the anal dildo – it looked to be about five-and-a-quarter-inches in diameter – which was Frieda’s current maximum dilation – and was starting to insert the vaginal dilator. Claudia’s eyes grew wide at its size. At its widest thickness, the solid slab of cunt destroying latex had to have been nearly as wide as the anal dildo was! Frieda’s eyes were tightly closed as she gasped through the pain of its slow insertion. She could see the young woman’s leg and shoulder muscles struggling futilely. Despite Frieda’s best efforts to avoid the impalement, her body barely moved. Claudia understood now why guests were so firmly bound to their frames.
“Been a while since you’ve had anything this size in your vagina?” asked Frieda’s therapist rhetorically.
Frieda only nodded as the monstrous slit smasher worked its way deeper and deeper into her tense body. As the pussy stretcher finally bottomed out in Frieda’s over-stretched cunt, a tear rolled down her cheek and her gasps of pain dwindled into soft sobs.
Quickly, Claudia glanced back down at the vaginal dilator bound for her own cunt. She was relieved to see it was a much more normal size. It was maybe three inches wide at its widest; not much wider that her own fist. Frieda and Freya were much more into pussy fisting than she was after all. She should be able to handle that size fairly easily; and then she remembered that it would be growing…
Claudia glanced back at Zillia. The therapist was making some last minute modifications to the stretching machine’s therapy program. Knowing she had a few spare seconds, Claudia glanced to her other side to see how Freya was progressing. Her therapist was just finishing up inserting an identically sized cunt dilator into the other twin.
“Your turn, Ms. Sauer,” Zillia announced as Claudia’s trolley suddenly began spinning around. Just as quickly, she felt herself being lowered on to the bench of the devious machine. She shivered as her naked butt cheek made first contact with the cold material of the bench. Zillia then continued to expertly maneuvered her charge into position with the help of the trolley. Considering Claudia still hung from her now angry red F cup tits, this was less than comfortable. When her butt and bound arms finally rested on the low bench, her tit bands were disconnected and the was trolley moved out of the way.
Zillia’s head came into view again as she adjusted Claudia’s pillow to sit her head upright at a forty-five-degree angle. “Comfortable?” she asked rhetorically as she brought a latex band across Claudia’s forehead and tightened it down. The therapist then moved down to Claudia’s side. With her head secured, she could no longer see what Zillia was doing. She felt the frame her shoulders and ankles were connected to move and heard a click as it was connected to the bench. Zillia then came around the other side of the prone stewardess to snap the other side of the frame into place. Claudia then heard soft ratcheting sounds and felt the frame get pulled firmly into the bench’s soft cover. This had two primary effects: Claudia was now firmly secured to the machine, and her butt was lifted slightly off the bench from the strain in her legs.
Claudia then felt another wide strap get pulled over the back of her stretched thighs. As Zillia ratchetted this new strap down, Claudia’s back and then butt was forced downwards until they were both pressed just as firmly into the bench’s cushioned cover as her shoulders were. This caused Claudia to cry out softly as it vastly increased the strain in her leg muscles. She felt a little piss leak out of her hole as she shivered in pain motionlessly on the bench.
“Oppsie!” said Zillia as she saw the urine leak out. “Had a little accident, did we? Don’t worry. We’ll get that orifice plugged up in a few minutes and you won’t have to worry about any embarrassing leaks any longer.”
Peachy, thought Claudia as she struggled to breath.
“Alright, the anal dilator first,” Zillia announced as she loosened the gaper hooks in Claudia’s rectum and removed them at last. Moments later, Claudia felt the lightly veined six-inch dildo knocking on her back door. Well, as wide open and gaping as her asshole was, it was more accurate to say the dildo let itself in like a welcome house guest; albeit a slightly large house guest. Claudia still cried out slightly as she was stretched by the uncomfortableness of the thick tool. She remembered to breathe through it as her therapist moved the dildo deeper and deeper into her accommodating rectum.
“I’ll advance the dilator deep enough to press into the bottom of your diaphragm, Ms. Sauer. That way you’ll feel it bottoming out on each thrust like a healthy lovemaking session with a good lover,” Zillia added absentmindedly as she worked the interface of the machine. Moments later, Claudia felt the tip of the dildo pressing against her diaphragm. The latex ass stretcher continued another inch or so until it was uncomfortably pressing into Claudia’s lungs. She gasped slightly as she adjusted to the diminished lung capacity.
Just deep enough? she says, Claudia repeated to herself silently. This is more like grudge fucking than lovemaking!
“Perfect!” Announced Zillia finally. “Next, the vaginal dilator,” she continued. Claudia instantly felt the next toy slip inside her horny cunt. She closed her eyes and bit down on her ball gag as the three-inch-wide pussy pleaser stretched her open way too fast for comfort. It only lasted a few seconds as her cunt quickly adjusted to being stretched by something the size of her fist.
“That was almost too easy,” Zillia commented. “I think you’ll experience a lot of stretching out of that hole this morning, Ms. Sauer,” she continued as Claudia groaned.
“And last but not least, I’ll take a little more time with the urethra dilator; as that hole is usually the tightest on most women – even European women,” the therapist said as Claudia felt the third fake dick start to push itself forcefully into her body. She wasn’t as into urethra play as most German women her age, but she’d dabbled enough that the sound went in fairly easily.
“Very good, Ms. Sauer!” Zillia said as she patted the restrained woman on her upturned butt. “Are you ready to start?” Without waiting for Claudia’s impossible response, she hit the Execute command on the machine’s interface and it came to life at last.
“Alright, that starts six hours of your very first stretching session here at Rosa Culo Paraíso!” Zillia said with genuine enthusiasm.
This young woman must really love her job, thought Claudia. She closed her eyes and moaned as loudly as she could as all three dildos came to life inside her filled holes. The rectal fuck stick felt the most familiar to Claudia. She could tell the latex monster was making long, deep stokes into her backside. She doubted any more than three or four inches were left inside her hole before the toy reversed course and came back inside her to pound into her lungs again and again and again. The urethra dildo just burned as it whipped in and out of Claudia’s tight pisshole. Finally, the pussy dildo was by far the oddest. The fact that it was rotating around in her tight cunt – tight for now at least – instead of thrusting was a strange enough sensation in and of itself; but its flattened football-like shape really felt odd as it went around and around in her middle fuck hole. It truthfully felt strangest when the widest part of the dildo was passing through a groove in the anal dildo. She could almost imagine the strain on her inner membranes as they struggled to cope with the new ways of being stretched.
When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, she was again surprised to see Zillia adjusting a high definition computer monitor a few feet above her face. The monitor had four quadrants filled with live video captured from three different cameras: one was catching a close-up view of her anal dildo as it fucked her nether hole; the next was a good view of her pussy and urethra being violated; and the last was a close up of her straining face. The fourth quadrant was a readout of her vital statistics: current dilations; dilation rates per hour; total dilations; rotational and thrust speeds; orgasm count; maximum orgasm duration; total time oragsming; urine consumed (currently grayed out); as well as the more mundane vitals such as pulse, blood pressure, breathing rate, session time, etc.
Finally, Zillia connected the water tube to Claudia’s ball gag. “Just suck on it when you want some water, okay?
“Alright then. That does it for now. I’ll be back in three hours to check on you. Have fun, Ms. Sauer! And don’t forget to relax and orgasm a lot!” And with that, Zillia was gone.
The hard impacts of the rectal destroyer into her lungs was causing her to breath in ragged gasps – it was also causing her chest to jerk back and forth. This in turn was causing her tightly bound and clamped tits to jiggle and bounce, which caused Claudia a significant amount of pain – pain that was going straight to her full cunt and causing it to gush uncontrollably. Claudia tried to brace herself for each impact – she tried everything she could think of – but nothing she did made any difference at all considering how tightly she was bound to the bench. It took less than a minute for the bouncing of her poor breasts to fall into rhythm with the thrusts of the anal dildo. Finally, Claudia just gave up and sobbed as her tortured tits rolled around on her chest.
Claudia tried to focus on the images of herself getting fucked and the readouts. Already, the dilation readings on each of the three dildos were starting to tick upwards as the dildos slowly expanded inside Claudia’s holes. Her eyes kept coming back to the image of the six plus inch dildo fucking her bottom hole. It was only lightly veined, so it wasn’t pulling her sphincter too far away from her body.
Her cunt looked odd though. It was going from its normal vertical slit to a horizontal one as the flattened football rotated around inside her soft pussy. The feelings it generated were still very foreign, but between the pain shooting out of her tits and nipples and the familiar feeling of a large object violating her ass, Claudia could feel her first orgasm building.
And the small urethral dildo just continued to burn – as urethra dildos had a tendency to do – but in a way that complemented the pain from elsewhere in her extremely restrained body. It was almost like a hot iron directly underneath her clit. It burned, itched, and felt really good all at the same time.
Claudia groaned as the symphony of pains and pleasures overwhelmed her consciousness. She was aware enough of her surroundings to hear Frieda start screaming into her gag as the younger woman’s first orgasm took hold to her right. Seconds later, Freya orgasmed to her left. As Claudia laid there – painfully bound and stretched across the bench, all four of her orifices filled to capacity, her breast meat screaming in pain, and listened to her lovers cumming form their identical plights – her own orgasm caught her off guard.
Claudia’s orgasm was the most powerful one she’d had in years! She was pretty sure she blacked out for a few seconds as the convulsions of her body did little to move herself at all. Wave after wave of pain-induced pleasure rolled over her body from toes, to cunt, to scalp and back again. It went on and on for what felt like half of eternity before Claudia regained her senses. It sounded like Frieda and Freya were done orgasming too.
Glancing at the readouts of her display, she noticed that her orgasm count had increased to 001; orgasm duration and total time orgasming both read 00:01:19; anal dilation was at 06.11” inches; vaginal at 03.27”; urethral at 0.27”; and the total session time stood at 00:02:47.
Shit! Claudia thought to herself. This is going to be a long six hours!
As she lay there concentrating on her pain filled body, she could already feel her next orgasm approaching. But I could get used to this, she admitted to herself just before her second orgasm crashed over her.
Video Day: D-4
Claudia moaned again through her pain. It was her ninth day at Rosa Culo Paraíso and she was undergoing yet another excruciating therapy session on the hydraulic cone expanders. Just like the eight previous days, today had started off with a rigorous enema session followed by hours of automated dilation therapy. Her initial six-hour daily session at Level III treatment was now up to ten hours at a Level VII treatment. Her new treatment level consisted of a different frame that held her legs several inches below shoulder level and her arms in a familiar reverse prayer with her elbows pressed together and her shoulders wrenched as tightly as possible. The lightly veined dildo had also been replaced with a light-grade torture dildo that was nubbed with eighth-inch square sided pyramids and was extra firm. Level VII treatment also consisted of her head being forced backwards as far as it would go and a lightly veined oral dildo forced down her throat and into her stomach. This thick latex dick would remorselessly rape her throat throughout the entire treatment. Breathing tubes down her nose and nasal hooks pulling her nostrils up and back completed the treatment level.
The scariest thing was that RCP’s treatment levels went to eleven! Most of the staff – who used the treatment machines often when they were off shift – were at Level VIII or higher.
Last night – in her limited downtime between treatment sessions – Claudia had asked around for Zillia knowing she wasn’t working. It had taken an hour of walking through RCP’s labyrinth of hallways before she’d tracked her down. The young brunette was in one of the automated dilation rooms undergoing therapy. She was in what Claudia had recognized as Level IX. That treatment level was similar to Claudia’s own Level VII, but she was in a C-Frame instead of a B-Frame which held her legs behind her shoulders and almost touching. The huge dildo raping her asshole at blinding speed was a nearly five-inch wide torture dildo covered in sharp-sided pyramids which had a light texture on them themselves and the dildo fucking her mouth was heavily veined.
The sawing sounds the anal dildo made as it forced its way in and out of the young woman’s body could clearly be heard over the noise of crying and orgasming women throughout the room. Zillia’s tautly stretched sphincter was in danger of being ripped straight off her body on each backstroke as it was pulled far out beyond her heart-shaped ass cheeks. Claudia wanted to feel sympathy for the brunette therapist but couldn’t quite bring herself considering the immense pain she’d inflicted on her person over the previous days. She’d just stood over the suffering woman’s body for perhaps ten minutes or so as she soaked up the sweet nectar of her anguish.
Shed hoped that seeing her tormentor in such a condition would console her when it was her time to be treated once again. Claudia had been mistaken.
Back in the present, Claudia had wept uncontrollably as Zillia had taken her off the automated dilation bench and wheeled her limply hanging form down the hall and into the much-feared cone expander room. Her nether hole was broken beyond repair – or at least she though. It was Zillia’s job to prove that it wasn’t nearly broken enough; and the cone expander was her chosen tool.
This diabolical machine wasn’t meant for fucking. It was designed to force the largest, physically safe cone-shaped dilators into protesting rectums with unstoppable force. Because the propensity for real physical harm was great, liability required an actual person operate the machine. Which is what Zillia had been doing for nearly four hours with Claudia strapped down to the bench in an identical manner to the automated dilation machine. The seventh cone expander of the day was now buried almost all the way into Claudia’s over-stretched backside.
“Good job, Claudia,” cooed Zillia sweetly. “Can you give me one more strong push? That’s all I need! One more and we’re done with this cone.”
The blonde stewardess sobbed brokenly before rounding up all her remaining strength and pushing outwards with her sphincter as hard as she could. Then she screamed as Zillia pushed the knob forwards and the base of the cone expander finally sank between the bound woman’s ass cheeks.
“Excellent!” Zillia cried as she advanced and retracted the cone several times to make sure the dilation was sticking. “That’s six-and-three-eighths-inches! A new person best, Claudia!” she added excitedly.
Claudia could only weep pitifully in pain.
“Let’s take a break, shall we?” the brunette therapist asked rhetorically as she stood up, stretched, and reached for a something on the table next to her. She smiled as she pushed the flattened, five-inch wide dildo into Claudia’s spasming cunt and turned the vibrator on low pulse. “I’ll be back in an hour and then we’ll try the next cone, okay?”
Claudia tried to stutter her protest, but couldn’t get it out.
“After that, I’ll take you back to the automated dilation chamber and set you up with a nice six-and-three-eighths-inch wide tenderization dildo to break you into your new maximum dilation for a few hours; doesn’t that sound like fun?” she asked as she walked out into the hallway.
The blonde stewardess could only cry.
Video Day
So far, so good, Claudia though as the buxom, red-haired makeup girl touched up the makeup on her face and breasts; making sure everything was perfect for the next take. Claudia had spent the last seven hours filming one video after another. First was the, “In the Event of a Water Landing” video. Then everyone’s favorite, “This Is How to Use a Seat Belt” video followed by, “This Is How to Open a Door in an Emergency”. Really, the airline industry must think their passengers had the intelligence of untrained baboons at times!
Half a dozen other video shoots had followed. Now they were preparing for the final shoot of the day, and it was the one that Claudia had spent the most time rehearsing for, “A Brief History of the Female Transporter System”. Traditionally, this video was done in a single, continuous take as the culmination of the day’s filming. Director Johanna had even showed up to watch the final shoot.
The makeup girl applied the finishing touches to the coloring of Claudia’s nipples, packed up her things and moved off camera. The bored looking, middle-aged blonde director checked her old-fashioned analog watch, pushed the petite grip who had been obediently licking her pussy out of the way, glanced back to Claudia and asked, “Ready for this, hon?”
Claudia nodded and took a deep breath.
“Quite on the set! Quite on the set! ‘A Brief History of the Female Transporter System’. Take one – and only one! Let’s get this right and go home, people!” Prepared silence was her answer as her well-oiled crew took their positions. “In three, two, one… action!”
The feedback screen incorporated into the camera showing the final video had the logo of Germany’s national airline corporation, Lusthansa: two stylized blue cranes flying while having sex with each other in a circle over a field of yellow. Claudia walked a few feet until she came into the pickup. On screen, it looked like she was walking in front of the logo. She had to admit that the crew knew its business. She looked amazing in her new senior stewardess uniform even after a full day of shooting.
“Good day, air travelers!” the she said happily, smiling into the camera. “My name is Claudia Sauer. I’m the senior stewardess in charge of your flight today. I’ve been a flight attendant for Lusthansa for over ten years now, and I just wanted to inform all you first time fliers about the importance and history of the Female Transporter System – or FTS for short – employed by our company; as well as every other major airline in the world. I realize that the majority of you first time fliers who should really be interested in the FTS are probably already locked into a transporter, but you can always look up this presentation on the internet later.
“Thirty years ago – before commercial sub-orbital, ramjet aircraft became widely available – intercontinental flights still consumed half a day or more. I’m sure you’ll find it no surprise that we Germans at the time – as now and always – lead the world in BDSM socially and technically. So it was quite common for most female passengers to spend the long, boring flights in strict bondage to pass the time. I mean, who wants to sit in a seat for ten hours watching a six-month old movie as the collage-aged American guys across the aisle competed to see which could get the drunkest and most belligerent?” she asked as the background switched from the Lusthansa’s logo to an in-flight video with the caption ‘circa 2066’ at the bottom while Claudia’s turned and walked off the screen.
On screen was a thirty-something German couple in first class seats. The man was in comfortable clothing, sipping on a cocktail and reading a tablet while the raven-haired woman next to him was mostly naked. Her legs were behind her shoulders and strapped to the cabin’s ceiling while her arms where in front of her knees and cuffed to her seat’s arm rests. Rope was bound tightly around the bases of the woman’s large – for the time – G cup, balloon shaped tits. Her head was angled backwards slightly with the end of a long cock-gag sticking out. Built into her seat, a motorized dildo was sawing a large, roughly textured dildo in and out of her asshole at blinding speed. In the background, the legs of scores of women could be seen strapped to the ceiling for the dozen or so rows to the back of first-class. Through an open door at the back of the cabin, a glimpse of the passengers in coach appeared to be quite similar to that of fist-class. Claudia thought to herself that the woman looked vaguely familiar.
A brunette stewardess came into view dressed closely to how Claudia was dressed now. The biggest difference was the quarter-cup bra built into her top to raise and press her small – by modern standards at least – C cup tits together; this was a time before Voluptuzym, after all. “Mr. Klaus, could I top off your drink?” The man nodded affirmation. “And would your wife enjoy a quick vaginal fisting until her next orgasm? I am quite good!”
The man calmly reached over and pulled the cock-gag out of the woman’s mouth and asked, “Want your cunt fisted, Johanna?” She nodded yes before the gag was quickly forced back down her throat. “A fisting would be great! Thank you, Ellen,” the man replied.
The stewardess nodded pleasantly, stepped over the man, and started working her fist into the woman’s spasming cunt. No lube was needed as the hole was already dripping with cum, and the stewardess’s closed fist slipped into the wet hole with little effort.
Johanna? Johanna Klaus? Her boss? Claudia knew the onscreen woman had looked familiar! And Ellen? Johanna’s secretary? She’d known the two older women had been working for Lusthansa for years, but she hadn’t realized it was that many years. She also knew Ellen had started out as a stewardess and Johanna had started out in middle management before marrying a young executive. Her thoughts almost caused her to miss her queue, but she didn’t.
The screen returned to the double-crane logo as Claudia walked back on the screen smiling. “As you can see, heavy bondage was already the norm long before the Female Transporter System was envisioned. When the first trial flight of the FTS took off in 2068, it was a huge success: both commercially and with customer feedback. Within the year, Lusthansa had converted all their aircraft to the new system. Why is it so successful you might ask? Because with women – who were just going to spend the whole flight in extreme bondage anyway – packed into transporters the size of a large suitcases, so many more people could be packed onto a single plane that the airline was able to cut its ticket prices in half! Our market share surged and the other airlines were forced to adopt their own FTS’s just to stay in business. Even US airline companies had no choice but to adopt the FTS to keep from going bankrupt. Although, they had to lobby their deadlocked and largely worthless congress quite heavily for almost five years before their strict sexual and indecency laws were amended just enough to legally allow the practice; and even then, it is a bit different than here in Germany,” Claudia concluded with a sad shake of her head.
“So how does a transporter work, you may ask?” she continued after a moment. “Well, let us take a look at a couple close up,” she said as the logo behind her faded away and the gate she was actually at came into view. Two transporters stood upright on the floor behind her. Each case looked like a large piece of canvas luggage with rollers on the bottom and a retractable handle on top. Each had an exposed pair of breasts thrust out through holes in the front.
Claudia turned and walked up to them as the camera followed her and her amazing, fully-packed ass. “This is a pretty normal deluxe model transporter,” she said at last as she turned and took hold of the first’s extendable handle. The blonde stewardess pointed to the five-inch-thick, veiny dildo that was mounted on an arm from the back of the transporter and slowly extracting itself about a foot and a half outside the transporter before disappearing back inside. Soft, muffled moaning could be heard coming from the transporter. Smiling, she explained, “A pleasantly thick, oscillating dildo keeps the occupant warmed up, as opposed to the more standard model we see here,” she said motioning to the other transporter. This one just had a circular disk with a recessed handle on it at the same location where the first’s dildo was rising and falling. Grasping the handle, Claudia gave it a quick half twist counter-clockwise to release the lock before pulling a nearly identical dildo about a foot and a half outside the transporter. Both dildos glistened with thick lubricant.
“Personally, I prefer the deluxe model when I fly coach, but not everyone wants to splurge for the extra cost if they aren’t frequent flyers,” she commented as she reinserted the entire length of the dildo back into the transporter and a second muffled moan could clearly be heard from the inside. Claudia extracted the dildo again and then continued to work the toy in and out of the hole for a few seconds before a small LED light glowed bright red on the transporter’s extended handle and a loud – yet still muffled – cry of pleasure was heard from inside the case. “Ah, the biometric sensors indicated the occupant is having an orgasm,” Claudia said helpfully into the camera before fully reinserting the dildo and locking it in place again with a quick clockwise twist.
“As you can see, all transporters expose the breasts of the occupant,” she continued as she stood and straightened out her miniscule cloths and motioned downwards to the two, nearly identical, pairs of G cup breasts protruding from the transporters’ fronts. Each was obviously tightly compressed at the base and ballooned outwards deliciously.
Moving quickly, Claudia laid both of the transporters on their backs and pointed to the smaller holes on their bottoms. “Obviously, these are the oral holes for the long cock-gags. Clean air is supplied to the occupants through holes in the oral dildo. It also saves the occupant from drowning in the event of a hard water landing.
“Now let us take a look inside, shall we?” Claudia asked rhetorically as she released the tension on the garrotes encircling each round tit. Unzipping the sides, she threw the transporter tops open; which caused the newly freed breasts to bounce delightfully. A pair of louder, no longer muffled moans could clearly be heard. “Meet my roommates and fellow stewardesses, the twenty-eight-year-old Jäger twins: Freya and Frieda.”
Each transporter was occupied by an identically bound, naked, athletic looking young woman. The women’s arms were pulled back into a reverse prayer and locked behind their backs with a tight arm binder that wrenched their shoulders backwards. Each lay back on their bound arms with their large breasts pointing upwards. It was clear that stiff cushions just below the elbows arched their middle backs upwards uncomfortably to align their round tits with the openings. Their legs were pulled up, backwards, and to the sides of their torsos to be strapped flush to the transporters’ backs at knees and ankles. This actually caused their legs to be a good four inches behind their backs.
Their butts were pressed firmly against the back of the case and straps came over their shoulders and mid thighs. These were ratcheted down to pull the upper and lower torsos backwards against the transporters. Each woman’s head was strapped and encased in a thick gimp hood with a ring gag so that their wide open throats aligned with the holes at the heads of the transporters. Pools of drool had formed on the side of the case as neither woman could close her mouth. With their bodies tautly stretched back and the legs held like they were, the bulging outlines of the five-inch dildos were obvious on each woman’s abdomen – of course, one was held stationary while the other continued to oscillate slowly back and forth.
Claudia admired her two slaves and gave her audience a few moments to take in the positions of the suffering women before continuing, “Just a cautionary note: please only use federally approved transporter-compatible devices. Everything is scanned for contraband and explosives before being loaded onto a plane and unrecognized devices are a sure way to get yourself flagged for a full cavity search,” she said motioning downwards towards the women’s crotches. The camera zoomed in on the two-pronged steel speculums stretching each pussy out nearly six-inches wide and two-inches high. A high-powered vibrator wand disappeared into each gaping cunt which was pressed into their G-spots. Half-inch thick, veiny urethral dildos were mounted to the wall of the transporter and slowly moved in and out of the pair of not-so-tight piss holes.
It was all Claudia could do to not lick her lips on camera as she looked down at her suffering lovers.
“Except for the speculums, this is actually a typical configuration for transporter occupants; although, some women prefer a simple arm binder as opposed to a reverse prayer,” the blonde stewardess said. “Others like to be in tight corsets that can restrict breathing and change the feeling of the anal dildo. Nipple clamps and other jewelry are also very common. Of course, there are thousands of approved transporter-compatible devices. There really is an infinite number of individualized ways to ride inside a transporter!” she said happily as she started closing up the transporters.
With the covers closed, she pulled each breast through the holes. On the deluxe model, Claudia pressed a button and then grabbed both nipples and pulled upwards hard as the tit-holes closed in around the base of the tits until they ballooned out once again. On the manual model, she had to grab one nipple at a time and pull a cord on the side of the transporter to accomplish the same thing. Finally, she sat each upright so that the interned woman was upside-down once again.
“Now that I’ve show you how a woman is loaded into a transporter, let me show you how a transporter is loaded onto a plane,” Claudia said as she grabbed both handles and started walking to the side; rolling her bound coworkers behind her. The camera panned to follow her as she crossed the gate to a partially loaded transporter rack with two more waiting stewardesses who were also on Claudia’s new team. The ten-spot rack currently held eight secured transporters. Claudia passed off the two cases and the newcomers quickly filled the two remaining spots with Freya and Frieda’s transporters.
As the two new stewardesses worked, Claudia narrated. “You’ll notice how each transporter is secured top and bottom with clamps to the rack. As an added safety feature, a safety strap is also secured in place,” she added as thick, six-inch wide leather straps with nipple holes were placed over each breast. A ratchet mechanism was engaged and they were pulled so tight that tit-flesh spilled out over the strap on the top and bottom causing pitiful moans to escapes the transporters.
Claudia had never quite understood the true purpose of the breast straps. As best she could figure, it was just another mechanism designed to intensify the suffering of the interned women. She could attest from first-hand experience that the squishing pressure combined with the tightly compressed bases of the breasts was horribly painful!
The racks themselves came in three levels. Higher level racks were loaded onto the aircraft first and unloaded last. These racks were a little heavier-duty and programmed to give the women mounted in them a considerably more robust experience – normally in the form of more frequent jackhammering fucks, faster dildo rotations, and deeper penetration than the normal racks. Most passengers were loaded into basic, Level I racks.
The two other stewardesses moved upwards and extracted both five-inch-thick veined dildos from the two newly secured transporters and set them aside. “Rarely do women fully dilate themselves before boarding,” Claudia explained, “And Freya and Frieda are not different. Their maximum dilations are both five-and-three-quarter-inches – which makes sense because they’re twins! – and the five-inch veiny dildos are good enough for keeping them warmed up; but the Federal Anal Wellbeing Act of 2092 forbids any woman over the age of twenty from flying in coach with anything less than a punishment dildo; and any woman over the age of thirty without a torture dildo,” continued the blonde stewardess while looking directly into the camera. Behind her, two nearly cylindrical, five-and-three-quarter-inch wide, twenty-three-inch long, heavy-grit punishment dildos had been mounted onto the long, penetration bar that ran the entire length of the rack over the secured transporters. Next to the them, eight more cylindrical punishment and torture dildos of various widths, lengths, grits and grades hung over widely dilated and empty assholes. Each dildo dripped thick lubricant down into the depths of the orifices below them. Each dildo patiently waiting to sink into the depths of a bound and helpless woman.
“The cost of the dildos is included in the ticket price, so passengers get to keep them once they reach their destination airport. Normally, they’re just locked into the transporters when they get unloaded from the racks,” Claudia added. “This is exceptionally horrible for those women with deluxe model transporters as their nether holes continue to get reamed until their final destination is reached.
“Now, normally, it may take quite some time for most women to dilate to their current maximum, but airlines have a schedule to keep and we don’t have time for that,” Claudia said matter-of-factly. Behind her, one of the other stewardesses operating the rack activated it. The penetration bar moved downward steadily on hydraulic cylinders. One after another, each of the ten women’s defenseless sphincters was forcefully split open by a maximum sized mass of latex. One after another, each woman let out an earsplitting scream of anguish that was only slightly muffled by their encasing transporter. The bar itself didn’t pause its downward motion; although it did slow a bit as the hydraulics whined in protest at sinking all ten dildos home at once. After all, none of the ten holes being violated had been pre-stretched sufficiently.
Claudia had to wince internally as the cries of anguish from the ten women behind her filler her ears. She’d been on the receiving end of the racks too many times over the years to not have that reaction. Thankfully, her internal wince came across onscreen as a slight eye twitch and she continued without interruption. “The rack starts slowly but will build up speed as the women dilate fully,” said the stewardess. Behind her, the bar had bottomed out and revered direction, drawing the dildos out of the transporters. All down the line, the extreme friction of the extraction actually pulled all ten sphincters outside of their transporters as they strained to accommodate to the sheer size and coarse textures of the punishment and torture dildos piercing them. After a few seconds, all ten dildos popped free completely before reversing direction and forcing their way in once again. The ten accompanying screams were only slightly quitter this time around.
“This will continue for the entire flight,” Claudia continued without looking back. “The pace and speed of the intercourse will be constantly altered giving all the women equal chances to find their rhythm and enjoy multiple orgasms.” As if to emphasize her point, the LED on the third transporter from the left glowed red as its occupant reach orgasm. It was quickly followed by two more. “While the higher level racks – like the Level III rack here – will treat their interned women considerably harsher than Level I racks, basic racks are still anything but gentle!”
Normally, most stewardesses – including Frieda, Freya and Claudia herself – chose to ride in Level I racks, but for the purposes of making a more interesting video, the twins agreed to get loaded into a Level III rack today. Similarly, they normally only used light-grit punishment dildos but were fitted with heavy-grit dildos today for the same reason. Claudia knew her lovers were going to be really sore in a few hours. She was glad they had had a chance to get acclimated to the more severe treatment at RCP.
As the two stewardesses behind her started moving down the line, they each bent over with 18-inch long, hollow cock-gags and silenced the suffering women one by one until the screams of agony died down entirely. “Finally, the oral dildos are connected to the rack’s oxygen supply and the loading of the rack is complete,” Claudia announced with a grin.
The rack’s penetration arm was picking up pace and a small robotic tug pulled up and attached itself to the hitch. The dildos were rotating now as well as moving in and out. “The rack will now be pulled out on the tarmac and loaded into its waiting plane. Racks are double stacked and fill the lower deck of most aircraft from bow to stern,” Claudia explained. “This is an amazing human-to-volume ratio which keeps profit margins high and ticket prices low.
“Well, that’s about it for my history lesson and explanation of the FTS. I hope you all enjoyed it and learned something today.” Behind her, an empty rack was brought in and previously off-screen passengers, stewardesses and baggage handlers began to file in and fill it up with transporters.
“I hope you all enjoy your flight; I know I will!” she said as the first two stewardesses came back on-screen with an empty deluxe model transporter, gimp hood, arm binder, speculum and a few other goodies. “As for me, I’m not really on duty for this flight, but I am flying in coach with my girlfriends. We’re going on holiday!” she announced with a wide smile and bounced happily; causing her perky F cups to jiggle enticingly. “And I’m actually thirty-one-years old, so you know what that means,” she added as she winked into the camera.
Claudia hated having to end the video with cheesy, after-school special or a corporate sexual harassment video vibe, but it was in the script.
“Good! Good!” the director said happily. “We’re going to be speeding the next few minutes up as the credits roll. Go ahead and get Claudia loaded up.”
The pair of stewardesses started working. Over the next ten minutes or so, Claudia was stripped, unplugged, arm bound in a reverse prayer, hooded, gagged, laid down in her transporter, legs secured behind her shoulders, strapped in, cunt pried wide open, urethra plugged, G-spot stimulated, zipped in, tits out and bound, and secured to the rack just like Freya and Frieda had been in every way.
As the Level III rack was activated, Claudia screamed out in anguish as the six-and-three-eighths-inch wide, twenty-one-inch long, heavy-grade torture dildo forced its way inside an asshole that had only been dilated to roughly five-and-a-half-inches. The screaming went on for a few seconds before eventually becoming gurgled sobs of anguish. As the dildo was pushed in and pulled out, Claudia’s tortured sphincter was pulled just as far outside of her transporter and her girlfriends’ had been minutes earlier. The screams were renewed as the cylindrical torture dildo popped free and then forced its way back inside. Claudia’s screams hadn’t had a chance to turn back into sobs again because a long oral dildo abruptly appeared and silenced her with a satisfying, “Gluck!?!” as she instinctually swallowed the thick latex.
Claudia really hadn’t wanted to use a heavy-grade torture dildo. It had taken a lot of convincing and pressure from Johanna to finally convince her. It was all for the good of the video, she’d been told. As the awful latex tool raped her tender hole, Claudia realized that she had made a horrible, horrible mistake. There was no way she was physically ready for a ride in a Level III rack with a maximum capacity, heavy-grade torture dildo rampaging through her rectal tract for the next three hours. Not that there was anything she could do to stop it. All she could do was scream silently and suffer the brutal ass fucking.
By this time, the thick torture dildo skewering Claudia’s had started to rotate and had picked up considerable speed. Finally, the red LED on her transporter’s handle blinked on as her first pain-induced orgasm rolled over her.
“And that’s what we were waiting for,” said the director happily. “That’s a wrap, people!
“Amber, are ready to follow Claudia’s transporter all the way to Fiji?” continued the director.
“Ready to go,” the thin brunette camerawoman replied as she kept her camera focused on Claudia’s transporter and the thick dildo that was raping the woman’s asshole.
“Great! Everyone else, let’s pack up and go home. Good work, people.”
There was a brief applause before the crew got to work storing their gear.
* * *
Claudia’s rack was the last rack in the bottom row in the back of the aircraft. Scores of double-stacked racks past it stretched to the front of the aircraft in the well-lit deck; each rack’s penetration bar moved up and down at various rates fucking the hundreds of women interned in their transporters. There was no space between the racks; they were literally packed in as tightly as they could be. The flight had been in progress for two and a half hours, so roughly half an hour left until they arrived at Fiji.
The blonde stewardess’s rack was currently working over its ten assigned assholes at a slow, leisurely pace. Each dildo was making deliberate, complete strokes from fully seated to exiting the asshole and back again. The rack was operating in rest mode. It was obvious which dildos were punishment compared to torture dildos. After over two and a half hours of constant fucking, all ten women had been fully dilated for hours. However, the sphincters of four of the women – who were obviously being penetrated with simple punishment dildos – were no longer being pulled out past the transporters’ tops as the dildos exited. The remaining six women’s sphincters – one of which belonging to Claudia – were still being pulled well outside the transporters into angry red cones of raw flesh as the torture dildos raping them tried their best to rip the ruined rings of muscle out from between their owners’ buttocks. That was one of the defining characteristics of a torture dildo versus a punishment dildo: no matter how long intercourse lasted with the former, the sphincter could never adjust to the extremely rough texture or surface design.
Twenty seconds later, the rack abruptly changed rhythm. One moment, all ten dildos were completely out of their destroyed rectums in preparation for another lazy insertion and extraction, and the next all ten dildos were slammed all the way home with brutal force. Without the slightest pause, the dildos reversed course only to be ripped right back out of their wide-open holes. Again, and again, and again, the dildos crashed through defenseless assholes to slam into the bases of lungs only to be torn right back out again. As the dildos pounded up and down, they were also rotating half a turn to the right on the down stroke and half a turn to the left on the upstroke. Droplets of thick lubrication were getting thrown off in high arcs from the speed of the latex monsters.
Inside her transporter, Claudia wanted to die. This was worse than she even imagined when she realized she’d made a mistake. Her throat was raw from trying to scream into the cock gag. All she wanted was to be let out and soak in a bubble bath. Despite all the pain and suffering she was undergoing, somewhere deep down, she could feel a massive orgasm approaching. Claudia tried to fight it because she was in no mood to cum, but she failed. Roughly fifteen seconds into the brutal fucking, Claudia’s LED was the first to come on. Within half a dozen more seconds, all ten of the LED’s on the rack were illuminated as the women inside heaved in the throes of masochistic glee and the incredible pain-induced orgasms they were experiencing. Claudia’s LED stayed on for a good twenty seconds before going out, only to come back on a few seconds later. For the next three minutes, the ten LEDs were basically like blinking Christmas lights as the Level III rack’s fucking continued unabated in both speed and intensity.
Eventually, the rack abruptly changed rhythm once again. This time – instead of long, deep strokes that pulled the dildos completely out of the women on the up stroke – the dildos buried themselves entirely into ten well-lubricated assholes and started to jackhammer up and down maybe two inches in either direction. However, the spinning increased significantly to two rotations a second; and every couple of seconds, the dildos would reverse and spin the other way. Almost immediately and simultaneously, all ten LEDs glowed red. For the next two minutes, this new form of anal torture continued without pause. Ten ruined assholes and rectums were getting ground and pulverized with rough punishment and torture dildos as the women on the receiving end orgasmed continuously – not a single LED flickered out for the entire time.
Finally, the jackhammering came to an end and the rack returned to a considerably more moderate pace – although not as leisurely as before. One by one, the LED’s dies out and the women inside finally had a chance to come down from their orgasms. Claudia’s LED was the last to wink out before the video ended.
Inside her transporter, Claudia wept as best she could as her tortured asshole was destroyed more severely than she ever thought possible. Despite her hopelessness and despair, she felt another orgasm building.
* * *
On the tarmac at Fiji’s airport, tugs pulled the racks up to a moving conveyer belt. Waiting baggage handlers stepped in to deactivate the racks. For their deactivation procedure, the racks finally stopped ramming the dildos in and out of the over-abused assholes. With a final thrust, the dildos were buried to the hilt into the transporters. With a twist, they were locked in place. Then the arm detached itself from its dildos and retracted up into standby position at last. If not for the cock-gags still buried deeply into throats, there might have actually been sighs of relief. Well, maybe not relief: ten raw and ruined sphincters were still painfully stretched around four punishment and six torture dildos; while the rectums deeper inside were not fairing much better. Already, this looked like the set of a Formula-24 commercial.
Moving quickly, the handlers released the securing straps that had been digging into the soft tit-flesh for hours. Twenty swollen, purplish-red breasts soon bounced free at last – though each was still tightly constricted at the base by the transporters. With this done, each case was unceremoniously pulled off the rack and tossed haphazardly onto the moving conveyer belt to be whisked away and sorted. The camerawoman followed the senior stewardess’s transporter for a few minutes as it was moved along the line, deep into the bowels of the Fiji International Airport.
Coming to the sorters at last, each transporter was identified and associated to its corresponding ticket. Most of the cases were directed towards the baggage claim area where first-class passengers were waiting to claim them. Others moved towards the unpacking and dressing rooms. These were the women flying solo – or in all female groups – who had not payed the steep surcharge to fly in first-class, but were leaving the airport under their own power. A few transporters were diverted to curbside pickup where waiting friends and family – or at least a helpful taxi driver – waited to take them to their final destination. The remaining bulk of transporters found themselves moving towards short-term storage for one reason or another – mostly the women traveling in groups. In this situation, it was normal for one or two women to be unpacked and then pick up her travel companions after she’d recovered full use of her extremities. This was most common with mothers traveling with daughters or lesbian couples – such as Claudia, Freya and Frieda. Freya – who was packed into the standard transporter for the video – was on her way to unpacking while her two lovers – each packed in a deluxe model – were headed towards short-term storage.
A few minutes later, Claudia and Frieda’s transporters arrived at short-term storage. Baggage handlers quickly and efficiently identified the cases, validated them with Lusthansa’s passenger management system, and moved them to the appropriate area. Both women had their oral dildos removed before being locked into a storage station. The stations were designed to mimic the motions of the appropriate rack level. Once secured, muffled cries escaped both transporters as their stations were set to Level III racks and the six-and-three-eights-inch heavy-grad torture dildo and five-and-three-quarter-inch heavy-grit punishment dildo came to life once again.
Frieda quickly hit her next orgasm as her punishment dildo slammed into her abused rectum. Claudia didn’t, which confused the storage station’s software. First, it tried long, slow deep strokes. Then it tried a faster rotation with medium strokes. Finally, it used its trump card and started jackhammering deeply into Claudia’s ruined ass. Even that didn’t work until the rotations neared maximum speed. Finally, Claudia came, and came hard. Satisfied that it had found Claudia’s preferred rhythm, the storage station continued the deep jackhammering and violent rotations that it assumed was what she wanted. Of course, the fact that Claudia’s orgasms were near continuous didn’t help matters much.
After roughly half an hour, a yellow LED signifying low tension of the anal ring and a large dildo was required came on next to the already on red LED. Within minutes, an attentive baggage handler showed up with the requested dildo: a six-and-a-half-inch wide, twenty-two-inch long heavy-grade torture dildo. It was an eighth of an inch wider and a full inch longer than her current one.
Claudia thought that her salvation was at hand as she felt the awful dildo slip out of her ruined sphincter at last. She was so happy she wept as best she could around her ring gag. Her elation quickly turned to abject horror as a wider, longer dildo buried itself into her unprepared rectum with shocking suddenness and picked up the paces its predecessor had left off with. Claudia screamed helplessly in anguish and frustration as the storage station worked her up to her next orgasm. The strength of which knocked her clean out. She came to a minute later as her next orgasm was already building.
