Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 10

[Dave expects me to send him periodic updates on how I’m getting on during my time in the Program. I know he edits them, so I don’t know which parts you are able to read. Therefore, events may or may not be in chronological order]

After our interview with Brooke I hardly slept. I was worried and quite rightly so, as it turned out.

A week later, on the Friday afternoon, we were summoned to E & D. We waited in some trepidation to hear what Brooke had decided to do with us.

When we knelt before her she had a serious expression on her face. She spoke as if she was dealing with errant teenagers, rather than two adult women.

‘I’ve finally decided on the best course of action, after consulting Mistress Christine. We are agreed that your behaviour was completely unacceptable. More serious is the underlying attitude, which needs to be addressed’.

‘Firstly, both of you will be subjected to a rigorous and extended course of discipline, training, and if necessary, punishment, in another place. Secondly, your attitude will be re-assessed at the end of it to establish whether or not you will return to this House or remain in a discipline centre.  In any case, if you do return, it will not be under the present arrangements’.

Brooke stared directly down at her, ‘Anne, you will inform your secretary after this interview is over by e-mail or phone, that you are unwell, and will need to take at least two weeks off from your casework. Tell her to re-arrange your appointments and any pressing matters, engaging other legal colleagues to cover any court appearances which can’t be put off, understood?’

I wondered what the lawyer’s reaction would be to Brooke’s instruction, as Anne took her work very seriously.

‘Yes Miss’, replied Anne meekly. Brooke nodded.

Turning to me, ‘Victoria, I’ve been in contact with your office manager and told him that you are ill, and that a medical certificate is being posted to him, indicating that you are likely to be off for two weeks in the first instance, but that it could be longer. He said you need have no concerns and that he was sorry to hear that you were sick, and he wishes you a speedy recovery’.

I nodded too.

Turning back to Anne, Brooke said, ‘E-mail or phone?’

Anne said she’d e-mail her secretary. Brooke let her use the laptop in the E & D room, and waited for the attorney to send the message, while I knelt on the floor.

Leashes were attached to our collars and we were led on all fours to the elevator and sent down to find Sam waiting for us. We were taken through to the Basement and fastened to two of the benches. She brought ring gags, saying, as she fitted them, ‘These are not activated’. Our Guards were removed and we were left alone for a couple of hours to ponder our fate.

I wondered what Brooke had meant by ‘another place’.

Eventually Brooke arrived with Lisa and Linda, who were ordered to see to our cleansing. Linda saw to me, but didn’t show any sign of friendship, carrying out the task efficiently and with a stony expression on her face. She avoided looking directly at me.

Sam arrived.

When Lisa and Linda had finished, we were released from the benches, but without our Guards, which was unusual. We were taken to an adjoining wet room. Sam told us to piss and shit in the shower and to clean up, whilst the others stood and watched. Then we were hosed down with cold water by Lisa, which was really unpleasant, and made to run around the Basement until we were dry, though our hair remained damp.

We were put back on the benches still wearing the gags. Lisa and Linda inserted butt plugs into our asses.

The benches were raised to chest level, and Sam came over to me. I felt her opening my cleft and I jerked as she put something into my urethra. She moved over and did the same to Anne. The plugs in our noses were removed, rings fitted, and leashes attached. The benches were lowered, and we were released, but immediately handcuffed behind our backs. Looking down, I saw a thin clear tube about a foot long, with a tiny valve, depending from my slit. We had been catheterised.

Lisa and Linda were sent to the stockroom, and I groaned with despair when I saw them return wheeling in metal boxes, but not like the one in which I had so recently been incarcerated.

The boxes were left side by side. Anne and I were made to kneel beside each other next to the larger of the two boxes, while Sam busied herself getting some things from one of the cupboards. They were oblong in shape, the smaller of the two perhaps four feet in length, eighteen inches high and the same wide. I guessed that I would be put into that one. They had small ventilation holes at intervals

Lisa opened the hinged lid of the larger box, whilst Linda drew out a litter tray from under one end which ran the length of the box. She sprinkled some litter onto it from a bag, before sliding the tray back in. On the floor of the box some eight inches from one end was a semicircular steel ring jutting upwards. Next to it but towards the middle of the box was a round hole about four inches in diameter. Near the other end of the box was a similar hole, but smaller.

Samantha came over with some things in a small box. She worked methodically. She took hold of Anne’s leash, and told her to kneel in the box facing the semicircular ring, with her feet touching the other end. Anne was trembling. Her nose leash was passed through the fixed ring. Sam placed her hand on Anne’s head and pulled the leash drawing her head downwards until her nose was touching the floor. A link in the leash was fastened onto a spring clip on the inside of the box holding her head in place. A steel rod was passed through two holes on opposite sides of the box passing just above the back of her neck. Nuts were tightened by hand on the two ends of the rod, on the outside of the box.

Sam unscrewed an oblong plate from the end of the box where Anne’s ass and feet were, revealing her cleft. She passed the catheter tube through the hole in the floor. Reaching into the small box beside her she removed a dildo. She screwed it onto the plate, lubricated it, and then inserted it fully into Anne’s vagina. The plate was re-fitted with a screwdriver. Finally Sam placed Anne’s Guard into the box on one side, and stuck a small white object to the other side of the box near Anne’s head.

I looked down at the attorney prostrated in the box, nose to its floor, ring-gagged, hands cuffed behind her back, plugged in cunt and ass. Lisa closed the lid, and four bolts secured it.

I was put in the other box following the same procedure. I found that the floor of the box was lined with rubber, which was easier on the knees. The top of my head touched one end and the soles of my feet the other. My nose was held tightly against the ring in the floor, and by the bar behind my neck. My shoulders and hips touched both sides. It was an uncomfortable and strained position. My mouth was above the larger hole, through which I soon began drooling. I felt the dildo slip right into my cunt and heard the plate being screwed into place before the lid was closed and bolted. With the butt plug and dildo in place I felt bloated, and wanted to expel them. It was dark, and I couldn’t see a thing. I was completely helpless. I felt the lid pressing against my cuffed hands.

Sam spoke through the ventilation holes, loudly and clearly.

‘Your ring gags are about to be activated. They’re controlled automatically from a device in your box. When your collar vibrates you tongue, when it vibrates again, you stop. It is set on random, and will keep you occupied during your journey. Enjoy’.

The boxes were trundled along what seemed to be a long concrete corridor for quite some distance, as we didn’t exit via the elevator. The slightest jarring was painful as my head tended to move from side to side, tugging on the nose ring.

Our boxes were loaded onto the metal floor of a van, by what sounded like a fork lift truck.  After a lengthy drive, during which I felt every bump in the road, my box was lifted out of the van. Light and fresh air came in through the ventilation holes.  I could hear aircraft.

The box was raised by another forklift. It was dark and I guessed that I was in a cargo bay. It was strapped down.

A voice spoke from beside my head, ‘Have a pleasant flight. I’ve arranged some extra diversion’. It was Brooke.

I heard the plate being unscrewed and the dildo slid out. Fingers probed my vagina pushing things in, the dildo was replaced and the plate fastened.

Almost immediately my vagina was on fire. I screamed through the gag. I could feel some small objects pressing against the dildo. I could hear Anne squealing loudly from nearby.

The aircraft engines started and my cunt continued to burn like hell. It taxied for a while, during which time my collar vibrated and a period of tongue exercise commenced. It must have lasted some ten minutes. Eventually the plane took off. As it gathered speed my nose was jarred several times until the wheels left the runway. It ascended rapidly and my box was tilted upwards, I slid towards the back of the box, being held by the nose and bar above my neck. The dildo pressed inside me more deeply, making the burning even more intense. Gradually the plane levelled off. The noise was loud, and it was cold. The bay must have been pressurised as I could breathe normally. I don’t know how long the flight lasted, maybe four hours. The burning subsided, and indeed the ring gag kept me occupied at random intervals, until my tongue was cracked, dry, and aching.

The aircraft landed, fortunately very smoothly, and we were transferred to a smaller one for a shorter flight of some half an hour to forty minutes.

When we were unloaded, the lid of my box was opened, and a male voice said, ‘Welcome to the Ranch’.

The Ranch

Anne and I were released from our confinement; our gags removed, and made to wait on all fours.  At first I was blinded by the light and was very stiff. It was a relief to slip off the dildo although I could feel something still inside me. As I got accustomed to the bright sunlight, I could see that we were alongside the aircraft on the concrete apron.

In front of us stood a tall mature brunette woman in her forties, wearing jeans, t-shirt, brown knee length boots, and reflective sunglasses. She held a cattle prod. Behind her was a pick-up truck.

A handsome rugged younger man joined her, mid-twenties, also wearing jeans and a check shirt. A curled whip was fastened to his belt. He wore a stetson.

‘I’m Denise, Mistress Denise to you, this is Mike. You will address him as ‘Sir’, Understood?’

‘Yes Mistress’ we chorused.

Denise nodded to Mike, who took my nose leash and brought me behind Anne.

‘Get your fingers in there and clean her out’, he ordered. I slipped my fingers into Anne’s cunt, below her butt plug, and found that it contained some irregular shaped objects. As I touched them Anne squealed and thrashed her butt. Mike slapped her ass and told her to keep still. I removed one, and it was half a green pepper.

‘Eat it, eat them all’, drawled Mike. I had to chew it and my mouth burned. In all I removed four and ate them. Anne was made to remove them from my vagina, which started burning me as soon as her fingers touched them. When she didn’t put the first one in her mouth Mike slashed her back with the whip. She yelped and ate the rest without hesitation.

Our catheters were removed and we were put in separate cages on the back of the pick-up, with Denise and Mike up front. It was a private landing strip next to the Ranch itself, situated in green foothills, with pine forests and snowy peaks in the far distance.

The Ranch consisted of a large house and several outbuildings. Denise went into the house.

‘Heel’, Mike said casually, as he led us on all fours by our noses to a barn. He had us stand. I was shy as I hadn’t been naked in front of a man, except Dave, in my life, not even my boyfriend. Mike thought it funny when I put my arm over my breasts and a hand over my cunt.

He laughed, ‘Don’t worry, I’ve seen hundreds, and you’re no different. Just don’t let Denise see you cover up like that’. He led us on all fours into the barn. On one side was a raised platform, with steps at both ends. He had us climb them, and we found a series of round holes.

‘Squat, knees spread, hands on neck’, he said sharply. ‘Pee and shit when I tell you, or hold it for the rest of the day’.

We squatted. He stood below us, our crotches on a level with his head.

Both of us were horrified that we had to do it in front of a handsome young man. He would be able to see everything.

He stood in front of me, looked at my collar, and pushed my knees further apart. I could feel my labia parting. He peered at them, seemingly satisfied, before moving on to Anne. I could sense her embarrassment. He adjusted her squat too, ‘Straighten up, elbows back, eyes forward’, he told her.

Mike stepped back a little, touched the device on his wrist, ‘Now’, he said.

I strained to hold my balance as I pushed a turd out, and heard it splash into some water below. Some of my pee followed. I heard several of Anne’s turds splash down, and her pee gushing out.

‘Shake those butts’, Mike ordered, and we complied, which got some praise, ‘Good girls’.

He led us down the steps on the far side on hands and knees by our leashes, and out of the barn.

At the door of the bar he hosed us down with cold water from head to foot. We were given a bar of soap and two shampoo sachets and made to wash each other, while he watched.

‘Make sure you clean off all your piss and shit’, he said, whilst grinning.

When we were well lathered, he hosed us down again, having is bend holding our ankles, legs spread, squirting the jet of water over our asses and cunts.

Dripping wet, our leashes were removed. He pointed to the ranch house, some hundred yards away, and told us to run as fast as we could and kneel at the foot of the steps outside its veranda.

He sauntered over, leashes in hand, reattached them to our nose rings and led us crawling inside.

‘First rule’ he said, ‘never stand inside any building here, unless told to do so. Your place is down there. Always run between buildings, unless you’re leashed’.

He took us into a large room where Denise was seated behind a big desk, and indicated that we kneel before her.

She spoke in an authoritative tone of voice, ‘We’ll keep your introduction to the Ranch until later. You’ve arrived at an opportune time for an event which I’ve organised for this evening’.

Denise got up and walked into an adjoining room, signalling Mike to bring us in. There he fastened us on benches as in the House. She allowed him to examine us closely, as she watched.

‘She’s nice and tight’, he said indicating me, ‘but the older one is loose’.

She nodded at him and he stripped. My eyes widened when I saw his cock, he was well endowed, and it was erect.

‘I hope you bitches like cock’, said Denise. She touched a device on her wrist.

Mike released us off the benches, had Anne kneel facing him, and me on all fours facing away, with knees spread. I turned my head to watch.

He held Anne by the leash, had her open her mouth, and pushed his penis right to the back. She gagged, and tried to pull off it. Mike slapped her face hard twice, pushing it in again, his other hand on the back of her head. He face fucked her vigorously for a couple of minutes. Most of his cock disappeared into her mouth, and down her throat.

He withdrew, quickly kneeled behind me, and fucked my cunt hard. It was both humiliating and arousing. Suddenly he stood and using his hand he ejaculated all over Anne’s face, before inserting his cock into her mouth for her to clean it.

Anne knelt there, with Mike’s ejaculate all over her face, eyes, nose and mouth. Denise grabbed my hair, pulled me onto my knees and forced me to lick it off her. I had given my teenage boyfriend a blowjob years ago, but he’d never come in my mouth, and I had never tasted another man’s, except Dave’s when I licked Esther’s cunt in New York. Mike’s tasted different to the stuff my cock produced. It was a first for me and I found it rather disgusting, especially as I licked it off Anne’s eyelids and out of her nostrils.

We were led into Denise’s office. She had Mike lie on her desk and Anne and I knelt before his cock. Denise took hold of it, and started to masturbate him until he was erect again.

‘Like you, he has an implant in his urethra, and has to ask, or beg, permission to pee and shit from the mistresses here’.

‘Do you need to pee boy?’ she asked him.

‘Yes Mistress’, he replied.

‘Show them how you do it then’, she ordered.

‘Please may I pee, Mistress’, he asked.

Denise stretched her hand out and formed a ring around the base of his glans with her finger and thumb.

Mike reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a plastic container, a bit longer than a cigarette packet. From it he withdrew an object sealed in cellophane. He removed from it a narrow plastic tube, about four inches long, and inserted it into his urethra until only about a quarter of an inch protruded. He brought a waste bin out from under the desk with his foot, and proceeded to pee into it. When he’d finished he withdrew the tube and discarded it into the bin.

I had never watched a man pee before, and found the entire procedure bizarre, though somewhat interesting. I wondered if he found it humiliating to ask a woman’s permission to piss. I imagined him having to ask me, and quite liked the thought. I wished he had fucked me for longer with his big penis, even though my cunt was sore after the peppers.

Denise continued, ‘He has to insert a disposable tube to piss through. It plugs into his implant and opens it once he has permission to pee. He can leave it in during the day, but must discard it before turning in. He carries a supply around with him. His ass is plugged and it has to be touched by one of us if he is to crap’. He can ask for permission to do both when he’s off the premises by holding his left nipple with finger and thumb to pee, his right nipple to shit. He cannot touch his penis without permission at any time, as he has microscopic implants in his hands and fingers which trigger a shock to his testicles if he tries to touch it. He has to beg permission to masturbate. I gave him a treat with the pair of you just now’.

She ordered Mike to dress.

Exhibited

‘Fetch Charlotte and Isabel’, she said.

Presently he returned leading a leashed young blonde girl and a tall older very pregnant brunette by their noses. The bolnde was in her late teens I thought, slim with nicely shaped small pointy tits. She was pretty. Her pregnant companion was in her mid thirties, also attractive.

All four of us were led outside, made to stand, and told to run to a large building that looked like some kind of stable, and to wait for Mike.

He refastened our leashes and took us into a room where four naked collared women waited on hands and knees. We were sat on low stools and our hair was brushed and make-up applied. Mike stood and waited. The women did not talk to us while they worked.

We were taken back to the Ranch house in similar manner, where Denise appraised us.

‘You’re going to do your good turn to society this evening’, she said. ‘I don’t want to hear any reports of you not giving it all you’ve got, else your stay here will be even more memorable, is that understood?’.

The four of us choruses, ‘Yes, Mistress Denise’.

We had to wait on our knees in her office until six o’clock, when Mike and a fully dressed young woman, in her early twenties, came to fetch us. She carried four different coloured files in one hand and a cattle prod in the other. ‘This is Miss Phoebe’, he said. ‘She will present you this evening, and has all the information about you that she needs’.

We were led outside where a truck was waiting and assisted to climb aboard, where we were ring gagged, handcuffed behind our backs, and locked in separate little cages bolted to the floor. Some other stuff was loaded with us. My cage was just large enough for me to sit in, cross-legged, but head bowed.

Phoebe held the prod in front of us, ‘I don’t want to have to use this, but I will if need be, understood?’

We nodded our understanding.

The truck drove for about three quarters of an hour.  Mike unloaded the stuff, and Phoebe took us out of the cages, assisting us to climb down before removing the cuffs. It was dark in the car park where we stood naked. Holding the prod in one hand, she led us by the nose on all fours through a doorway, down a corridor and into a room with a red velvet curtain drawn across it from ceiling to floor. We were made to wait on hands and knees facing the curtain, leashes trailing in front of us. Phoebe and Mike went round one side of the curtain, and were greeted by a round of applause, and cheering.

I could hear her as she addressed the audience beyond.

‘Guys, and Freshmen, ‘she began, ‘My name is Phoebe and I’m your hostess for the evening’.

‘Your student enrolment cards have validated that you are eighteen or over when you were admitted to this room. If you have not already handed in your camera phones, please hand them to Mike now. No photographs are allowed, anyone who attempts to take one will be removed and the offending device retained’.

Phoebe paused to see if there was a response before continuing.

‘You can rejoice that you took the trouble to fill in the detailed sex questionnaire we gave you to complete in Rush Week, and that you added your cell phone numbers. Each of you were candid enough to admit that you had little or no experience of sex. Some of you are virgins who have never touched a woman intimately or even seen one naked, let alone been to bed with one. By making such an admission, you have been invited to attend. You will find it educational and illuminating, and you are requested to complete another questionnaire at the end before you leave’.

‘Our principal aim this evening is to give you a basic introduction to the female sex in a variety of forms. I regret that we cannot provide you with the full range of experiences. This event is sponsored by a large multi-national Company, which some of you may be interested in joining once you complete your studies. I will be on hand, with my assistant, Mike, to supervise, answer any questions you may have about the female body, and assist in any way I can. I stress that I am not a participant in the event, but the supervisor of it. Anyone who fails to treat me with respect will be asked to leave’.

‘I will present to you four females of varying ages, whom you will later be free to examine and question. They have been told to be frank and open about themselves and their experiences. There are some restrictions which I will detail as we proceed. Any person who fails to adhere to them will be ejected immediately. Let us begin’.

I looked at Anne, Charlotte and Isabel who were open-mouthed, and they at me, as Phoebe spoke. They had horrified expressions on their faces. We were going to be paraded naked and examined by a bunch of nerdy teenagers. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.

Phoebe came back through a slit in the curtain, and led Charlotte by her leash on all fours through to the audience beyond. There was a loud cheer and clapping as she emerged.

‘This is Charlotte. She is five feet eight inches tall, and had her birthday last week’. As you can see she wears a collar with her name inscribed on it so that you can identify her. It is locked on her for the evening, and she cannot remove it. She is leashed by the nose so that she will be obedient and compliant. She is nineteen years of age and is a second year student at a state college, majoring in American history. She speaks English and Spanish.

She had Charlotte kneel to attention then beg. The audience clapped.

I heard Phoebe command, ‘Present’, and there were some gasps, and whistles.

‘Charlotte is a virgin, as you will be able to see when you examine her later. Take special care when doing so, as on no account is her hymen to be ruptured. You may touch it, but do not put any pressure on it. She began menstruating when she was eleven and has been using pads and not tampons, which is why her virginity is intact. It is a rarity nowadays, and you are very fortunate to see a complete specimen. She is attracted to boys but has not had intimacy with anyone. She does masturbate with her fingers, and will demonstrate later if you request it. If you are afraid or too shy to ask yourself feel free to put your request to me in writing, we have left a number of pads and pens for that purpose around the room.

I felt sick at the way Phoebe was introducing the girl in such an intimate way to a bunch of total strangers.

Phoebe called Mike and asked him to see to Charlotte.

I was the next to be led out onto the platform stage. I’m sure my face was bright red with embarrassment and my heart was pounding.

I crawled out through the curtain at Phoebe’s heel. It was a large room and well-lit. I could see everyone’s staring faces, all eyes on me. There were a couple of spotlights shining down on where I was. The majority of the audience was composed of young men, although there were some dozen young women there too. Some of them didn’t look eighteen, hardly more than boys.

They cheered and whistled, standing as I emerged. I could have died there and then.

Phoebe began, ‘This is Victoria. As you can see, she is older than Charlotte, having had her twenty-eighth birthday last month. An only child, she is a university graduate in history, and works for a large brewing company in a minor managerial role. She is petite, a little less than five feet tall. At one time she was obese, but is now slim thanks to the Program our Company devised for her. Her breasts are fuller, and she is not a virgin. She lost her virginity when she was sixteen, but she has only had sex a couple of times. Her vagina is very tight. Probe it if you get the opportunity. She has a long history of masturbation, and her clit is very sensitive. She recently discovered that intimacy with other females is pleasurable. She’ll tell you what she has done in that respect if you ask her’.

I felt myself getting redder.

‘Kneel, with knees spread’, Phoebe commanded. I did so. She waited for the young people to look, before ordering me to beg.

Finally, ‘Present’, was the order which I was dreading most. I lay on my back, grasped my ankles and opened my legs wide, exposing my cunt to all and sundry. Some of the freshers leant forward to get a better look at my slit. I felt like a slut.

Phoebe called Mike and he led me on all fours to one side where I found Charlotte secured on a bench which had been raised to chest level.

Within moments, I was fastened alongside her, just a few feet away, but close to some members of the audience who watched me being locked in the clasps and raised up by Mike. My slit was open and unprotected to a large number of people. I didn’t want Mike to stray too far. I felt vulnerable.

The blushing pregnant woman was led out next.

‘I’d like you to meet, Isabel’, said Phoebe. Her condition is evident to you all. She is thirty-six years of age, just over six feet tall, and is thirty four weeks into her first pregnancy. It is proceeding normally and she is expecting to give birth to a daughter in a matter of weeks. She got pregnant as a result of a foolish temporary liaison with her company’s area manager who is married, and isn’t prepared to leave his wife and children. Isabel is fortunate to be alive. Soon after she conceived she was involved in a very serious automobile accident in which she was badly injured and came close to death. Only the medical intervention which our Company could deliver saved her and that of the foetus she was carrying. She works in retail, being a women’s fashion store manager.

Isabel was made to stand facing the audience with feet apart before turning to profile, so that they could see her large bump. Phoebe pointed out the stretch marks on her abdomen and breasts as well as the darkening skin around her nipples, using the prod. She drew the prod down the line of skin from her prominent belly button to just above Isabel’s shaved mound, while she stood hands clasped behind her collar.

‘Isobel is heterosexual and has had only three sexual partners in her life so far, all male. She has never been intimate with a woman’, explained Phoebe.

After having her kneel and beg, finally with Mike’s assistance Isabel was made to present on her back, and Phoebe told the audience that they were likely to see a whitish discharge from her vagina resulting from her pregnancy when they examined her, and that it was completely normal.

Mike then led her away and she was fastened to a bench beside Charlotte.

I watched and listened to Phoebe introducing Anne.

Anne was clearly very embarrassed as she emerged reluctantly. Phoebe jerked her nose chain, and slapped her butt. There was a ripple of applause, some jeers and laughter.

‘I’m pleased to introduce Anne, our mature subject. As you can see she is a little shy of being exposed in all her glory to those of your tender years’, Phoebe began.

‘She will be forty-two next week, and is older than some of your mothers. Anne attended Law School and is a fully qualified and experienced attorney in another state. Please do not ask her for details. A little over six feet tall, she’s quite attractive for her age. As with many older women her breasts and belly have drooped a little, but she’s maintained her figure better than most. She’s divorced but has no children and has never conceived. Her husband left her for a younger woman. She’s had a number of heterosexual partners over the years, but like Victoria, now takes an interest in the female sex as well. Her breasts are larger than the other two, which again is typical of many women as they mature. Her nipples and areolas are larger, and darker too, as is her clitoris, which is quite prominent. Her vagina is bigger but her muscles are lax, again a common tendency in women as they age, and if they fail to exercise their vaginal muscles’.

She ordered Anne to kneel, beg and present. Mike walked over to assist in holding her legs up and open. The freshers looked at her for several minutes. She was taken and fastened on the beside Isabel bench to my right, Charlotte to my left.

Phoebe summed up. ‘I’ve mentioned some of the rules and restrictions already. There is to be absolutely no penile-vaginal penetration of any of our four subjects.

Charlotte and Isabel must be handled with care and their vaginas are out of bounds. Mike and I will be watching closely when they are being examined.

Otherwise all orifices can be probed gently, that is, mouths, anuses, vaginas and urethras. We wish you to have this opportunity to familiarise yourself with female sexual organs, which you haven’t been able to do hitherto. It will assist in your personal and sexual development, and help to give you more confidence when you get your first real sexual experience.

If you are not prepared to abide by the rules I have laid down, please leave now, otherwise the four females are at your disposal for an hour or so. I will tell you when there are only five minutes remaining. After that the four will be freed from their restraints and will mingle with you. That will be an opportunity for you to question them or request them to perform for you.

‘Finally, if there are any of you who are unfamiliar with female genitalia and would like me to describe them to you, put your hands up now, and I will use Victoria as a typical, though petite, example’.

Mike switched on spotlights, centered on our cunts, which shone down on us illuminating everything.

She scanned the room, and more than half a dozen hands went up, including four young women, and she gestured to them to make their way to my bench. The remaining freshers crowded around Charlotte, Isabel and Anne, and there was a buzz of excitement. Mike was standing beside Charlotte and Isabel supervising both carefully.

Phoebe stood right by my crotch, with the nine students gathered around. She turned to the four young women, one of whom was short and obese. ‘Have you looked at your vaginas using a mirror or probed them with your fingers?’ she enquired. They shook their heads.

She turned to my cunt and spread it wide open with her fingers. This area is called the ‘vulva’ she said. It is framed by the labia majora, and within them the more delicate labia minora. Victoria’s vulva is smaller than the average, and her inner lips do not protrude. You will see the difference when you examine Anne, as she has larger and more floppy lips’. Phoebe drew her finger down my labia as she described them.

‘At the top of the vulva is the clitoris, hidden under a flap of skin called the clitoris hood. It is the most sensitive part of the vulva, indeed of a woman’s body. It is like a little penis. Many women rub their clitorises in order to orgasm’. She pulled my hood up to expose my clit. ‘Victoria’s is about average size, some quarter of an inch long. Anne’s is larger and Charlotte’s quite a bit smaller, but both will be as sensitive to touch’. She stroked my clit gently after she finished describing it, watched avidly by the youngsters.

Phoebe stretched my pee-hole open. ‘This is the urethra, the hole through which a woman pees. It is hidden inside the vulva and varies in distance from the clitoris. The size of pee-holes vary widely. Victoria’s is small, and can be painful if penetrated as it is very sensitive’. Phoebe pushed the tip of her finger into it up to the first joint causing me to buck. ‘See’, said Phoebe, smiling.

‘Below the urethra is the vaginal orifice. Women get pleasure there when fucked by men, or failing that by using various toys, as Victoria has used over the years. Some women can orgasm without clitoral stimulation, but I’ve never been able to’, added Phoebe. ‘Victoria has a particularly tight vagina. You have to push quite hard to put more than two fingers in’. Phoebe demonstrated sliding two of her fingers in and out of my cunt.

She reached over and played with my nipples. ‘Most women have very sensitive nipples and can be easily aroused when they are played with. When aroused or are cold they stiffen and erect. It can cause their vaginas to lubricate. When some women climax they ejaculate or squirt, mainly from their pee-holes. Don’t get too close if a female friend tends to get too excited. Are there any questions?’

The thin girl asked, ‘Does she squirt, miss?’

Phoebe looked at me, and I shook my head.

One short geeky guy asked, ‘What does a woman taste like?’

Phoebe chuckled, ‘there’s only one way to find out, taste it and see’.

He shook his head, embarrassed, but the others pushed him forward. I felt his tongue gingerly touching my cleft as Phoebe opened it for him. She put her hand on the back of his head encouraging him to lick it all over. I stiffened as he touched my clit. The others giggled.

When he moved away, the fat girl asked, ‘Has she tasted herself?’

‘I expect so’ replied Phoebe.

‘What’s your name?’, she asked the girl. ‘Megan’ came the reply.

‘Put two fingers in her, wiggle them, and slide them in and out a few times’.  She did so. Phoebe sent her round by my head, looked at me and said, ‘Open up’. I did so and the girl stuck her fingers right in. ‘Lick’ Phoebe said. I could taste myself on her fingers.

‘I’ll leave you to it, take it in turns, enjoy’, said Phoebe, moving away to let them in.

My vagina was probed by all of them, including the other girl. Others had me lick their fingers afterwards too. My clit was rubbed and flicked, although not painfully. One boy held up a pen for me to see and pushed it into my pee-hole, but not roughly. I was determined not to give him the pleasure of seeing me pull away. The fat girl asked me about the Program and my obesity. I sent her to talk to Phoebe, who noted her details.

The other students came over in dribs and drabs, doing pretty much the same things. Some examined me very carefully, asking how I liked my clit rubbed. I tried to answer as honestly as I could, as Phoebe was listening. One or two pinched my clit quite hard, and it hurt. I was asked what it was like to have oral sex with another girl, and so on. I told them that my experience of it was recent, but that it could be very pleasurable, even though I wasn’t a lesbian.

Soon the examination session was over.

The four of us, leashes removed, mingled among the freshers. We were all asked to perform oral sex on each other, but Phoebe prevented Charlotte from taking part. Anne and I performed sixty-nine fashion for them, and they were all fascinated peering closely as we did it. Strangely, there were no ribald remarks. Anne and I had to masturbate for them with fingers and a dildo. We were told not to fake an orgasm, by Phoebe, who whispered in our ears. It took a while for me to come, with such an audience watching. I tried to blot it all out and think of all the erotic fantasies which had turned me on in the past. Charlotte was made to masturbate with her finger and Isabel with finger on clit and fingers inserted. Surprisingly Charlotte came quickly making little mewling noises.

Phoebe asked for four male volunteers willing to have their cocks sucked. Eventually four were goaded forward by the others. They were asked which one of us they wanted to do it. All opted for Charlotte, so she asked for their dates of birth. The youngest got Charlotte and the oldest, Anne. Phoebe got the four of them to take their cocks out, all four were already erect. Some of the men jeered, and I could see some of the girls giggling. I wondered if they’d ever seen a real live penis before.

The guy I sucked had a small cock, less than five inches when erect, so giving him a blow job was easy. Within thirty seconds, and quite without warning, he stiffened and ejaculated into the back of my mouth. I nearly choked for he spurted a large quantity. Some of it went up my nasal passages from my throat to my nose, which blocked them but increased the taste and the smell of his ejaculate. It was his first ever blowjob. It was the second time in my life I had tasted it direct from a real penis, and both in one day.

As soon as Anne climaxed, Phoebe announced that she’d been given two written requests.

‘One of you has noted that two of our subjects who are heterosexual, Charlotte and Isabel, haven’t had intimacy with women and would like to see them bring another female to orgasm with their mouths and tongues. I think that this would be an interesting experiment to perform for you to see their reactions. Would all the female members of our audience please stand?’.

The dozen or so girls stood, some shyly or reluctantly, goaded by those around them.

‘Do we have two volunteers from among you to have the pleasure of being licked to a climax by Charlotte or Isabel?’ she enquired.

All the girls shook their heads vigorously. Some of the young men booed, but there were no takers.

‘I can see we have some shrinking violets here. In that case we’ll have to make do with our subjects’, Phoebe continued. ‘As Charlotte’s vagina is out of bounds, even to tongues, we’ll have to use Victoria and Anne’.

Both of us were made to lie facing the audience with hands grasping ankles, Mike assisting Anne into position.

With prod in hand, Phoebe guided Charlotte to kneel between my legs and Isabel between Anne’s.

Both showed evident distaste on their faces, as Phoebe explained that their task was to bring us to orgasm using only their tongues.  She came close and whispered to Charlotte, that the last to do so would be punished, before moving over to whisper in Isabel’s ear. Mike whispered to me that if I faked it, I too would be punished.

I felt Charlotte’s tongue hesitatingly touch my slit, but as she got used to the taste she began to work more vigorously on my clit, which, when I tried to shut everything else out of my mind, began to arouse me. I willed her to be first as I didn’t want the girl to be punished, but neither did I want the heavily pregnant Isabel to suffer either. I felt torn. I didn’t think Anne could have held such scruples as she was soon moaning under Isabel’s oral ministrations, and she quickly climaxed loudly, which encouraged me to come shortly afterwards but in a more restrained way.

‘Generally heterosexual women find it easier to have sex with another female, whereas heterosexual men usually find it repulsive to have sex with another man’, declared Phoebe afterwards.

‘Now for our second written request. Someone here didn’t have the courage to openly ask what I think is a perfectly reasonable request. He has never seen a female pissing, and wonders how they do it. Our four subjects are going to demonstrate for you now, aren’t you ladies?’

I rolled my eyes. Anne bowed her head, and Charlotte blushed. Isabel looked away.

‘Our girls are a bit shy at the thought of exercising their little pee-holes for you boys, but I’m sure they’ll oblige’.

Phoebe touched the device on her wrist and the four of us started, as our clit stems got a little shock. The audience didn’t notice.

Mike fetched four shallow basins from the truck, as such a request had obviously been anticipated.

Eight upright chairs were brought and set in pairs, facing each other about a foot or two apart. A basin was placed in the centre between each pair. We were told to climb on to the chairs, squat with one foot on each, straighten up, with hands behind the neck. Phoebe and Mike taped our labia wide open so that the pee could be seen emerging from our urethras. Each of us had to pee in turn, from youngest to oldest. I felt shamed when my piss spurted out into the basin in front of a thirty or more avid youngsters who crowded up close to watch me perform. Anne had a round of applause after her pee gushed in a wide stream.

There were plenty of volunteers to tip out the basins outside after we finished.

Phoebe nose leashed us on all fours, and she and Mike called an end to the evening. She gathered up the completed questionnaires. One of the freshers proposed a vote of thanks, saying it was the most exciting and informative event he had ever attended. He hoped that it would be repeated.

She thanked the audience, and said that the Company laid on such events from time to time, but for freshers with limited sexual experience only.

There was a round of applause and cheers as we were led away. I, Isabel and Anne were ring-gagged, cuffed and caged on the truck, for our return journey to the Ranch.

Phoebe turned to Charlotte, ‘You came second in the licking contest, and I said you would be punished. It was not an idle threat. I didn’t see you do it eagerly enough’.

Charlotte was ring-gagged, handcuffed, and bent, kneeling, over Anne’s cage. Phoebe picked up a thin crop off the floor of the truck and flayed the girl’s butt several times with it. Charlotte screamed with the pain, and forced into the fourth cage. I wished I had been able to orgasm quicker, but wondered if Isabel would have been similarly punished if I had.

On the ride back I was glad the ordeal was over. I don’t know how I got through the humiliation of it, and it was probably much worse for Anne being older with a less perfect body, Isabel in the final stage of her pregnancy, and for Charlotte who was examined by youngsters of her generation.  But at least I was anonymous to the freshers who watched me perform. They didn’t know me and I didn’t know them. I hoped that we would never meet accidentally.

I wondered with some trepidation what delights the Ranch held in store for us in the coming fortnight.