Cherin had a long day at work, but it was a lot of fun, too.  You see, Cherin is a checkout girl at Dominick’s grocery store and eases the boredom of her job by showing off her body to the men and women who line up to pay her for their groceries.  Dominick’s dress code requires that she wear black dress pants, a white shirt, and the green apron with the Dominick’s logo on it. There is nothing in the dress code that says how TIGHT the pants can be, though, and Cherin takes full advantage of this.  It is her intention to wear the tightest black dress pants that she can fit into.

Cherin’s body helps with her teasing efforts, as well.  She has a very tiny waist, and big full hips, and her best feature of all is her round, full bottom.  She purposely keeps a small supply of paper bags at her register, so that when she runs out, she can lean way over to the register next to hers to get more bags, showing her full, round bottom to the unsuspecting customer she is helping.  She thinks about how sneaky she is, changing from the baggy black pants that her mother bought for her to wear to work in the bathroom before checking in to work, and then changing back into them before her mother comes to pick her up.  She doesn’t worry about her mother catching her, as her mom always shops at a different grocery store that is closer to their house.  Cherin has long dark hair, a rather pretty face... definitely not model material, but cute enough to get guys to look at her.  Once she’s got their attention, she can always figure a way toshow them her tiny waist and full, round bottom.  She thinks it’s funny how some of the older men stare at her ass.  Often times, she’ll find an excuse to arch her back while bending over and reaching for something....  she knows this makes the men think about taking her from behind.

Sometimes she plays with herself at home while thinking about what these men must be thinking. Last night, in fact, she was working on herself with the handle of a hairbrush when her mother opened the door to her room, surprising her.  Her mom didn’t say anything, and Cherin was able to convince herself that her mom didn’t really see anything or know what she was doing.  Cherin’s mom, Jane, is a rather shy, quiet woman.  Cherin knows that even if her mom did catch her doing something like that, she wouldn’t confront her.  Cherin paused to think about her mother for a minute and thought about how different she was from her sister, Cherin’s Aunt Sara.  Aunt Sara was such a cold, harsh woman.  Cherin remembers as a little girl feeling intimidated and afraid of her aunt.  On more than one occasion, Cherin could swear that she noticed her aunt looking at Cherin’s bottom.  It wouldn’t surprise anyone if she were, as Cherin was truly blessed with a body, from the waist down anyway, that men (and some women) just wanted to play with and use.  With her tiny waist and full, round bottom, Cherin had the type of body that people just noticed, and the next step after noticing was to get nasty ideas of what to do with such a body.  Aunt Sara really intimidated and scared Cherin, though.  She often times thought that Aunt Sara would love to do things to her body, also.  Sara never actually DID anything, but Cherin always got the impression that she was not a very nice lady.  Aunt Sara lived alone and never had any children, which isn’t all that unusual, but the few times that Cherin and her mother visited Aunt Sara, there always seemed to be strange women leaving the house as they pulled up.  Besides that, there was a door to Aunt Sara’s basement that was always locked, which always made Cherin wonder what was down there.

When she was a little girl and asked her mother about this locked basement door, her mother seemed to get very nervous and avoided the question altogether.  Cherin didn’t push her for an answer, sensing that her mother didn’t really want to talk about it. A few days after the “hairbrush incident,” Cherin was at work, just about to go change into her looser, “after work” pants to wait for her mom to pick her up.  She was in the middle of bending over to tease one of her last customers of the day, when she looked up and was shocked.  She looked directly into the eyes of her aunt, who had a truly sinister smile on her face as Cherin was bent over.  Since this was probably Cherin’s last tease of the day, and the customer was a nice-looking young man who was shopping with his wife, Cherin had been doing her best to arch her back, thrusting her round bottom out fully, with a deep swell in her back.  She was on a mission to get this guy’s dick raging hard and maybe cause some problem for him with his wife.

She was almost paralyzed for a moment as she looked in her Aunt Sara’s eyes.  Her aunt had a knowing look on her face, as if she knew what went through her niece’s young mind each day.  She never diverted her eyes from Cherin’s and said, “Your mother sent me here to pick you up from work today.”

Cherin was too nervous to ask why her mom hadn’t come herself and just nodded her head timidly, saying “okay.”  She tried to go to the break room after signing off her cash register, foolishly hoping that her aunt didn’t notice the tight pants she was wearing.  But, as soon as she began to step away from the register, Aunt Sara said, “Come on, Cherin...  We’re in a hurry...” and all but pushed her out to the car, letting Cherin walk in front of her.  This made Cherin very nervous; walking in front of Aunt Sara, all the while knowing where her Aunt’s eyes were.  It made her bottom feel so big and full—like it was sticking out, asking for some kind of trouble.  She briefly tried to dismiss the idea that her aunt had noticed her clothing, but her hopes came crashing down as she leaned forward to get into the back seat of Aunt Sara’s car...  Her aunt said, “Those are awfully tight pants you are wearing, Cherin...  not the kind of look that one would expect from a nice, young lady.”  Aunt Sara left it at that, without explaining exactly what she meant by that comment.

At first Cherin was feeling rather defiant with her Aunt...  who was SHE to decide whatkind of clothes were appropriate?  As they drove, Cherin seemed to feel more and more confident about standing up for herself.  She felt this way until they Aunt Sara turned the car in a direction that was not toward Cherin’s house.  Cherin was almost afraid to ask, but she did anyway...“Where are we going, Aunt Sara?” she said in the most innocent, little-girl voice that she could muster.

“We’re going to my house, Cherin...  your mother is waiting for us.  Your mother has noticed some rather disturbing behavior from you, and she asked me to help her find a solution for this problematic behavior.  My house is equipped to deal with situations just like this.”

Once again, Aunt Sara had Cherin’s imagination running wild, with thoughts reeling of the possibilities.  And, now, more than ever, Cherin was REALLY afraid of her aunt.  She almost felt as if this were a dream—not really happening to her.  She couldn’t believe this was happening, and she didn’t even know what “this” was yet!  They continued to drive in silence toward Aunt Sara’s house which was kind of “out in the country.”  Cherin kept quiet, and it seemed Aunt Sara didn’t want to say anything more just yet, either.

They pulled into Aunt Sara’s long gravel driveway, which wound around behind the house, which was surrounded by lots of open land.  The property was probably used as farmland in the past.  Cherin always wondered why Aunt Sara lived in such a remote location.  Even though it was only about 20 miles from Cherin’s house in the suburbs, it was truly remote.  Sara shut the car off and came around to open the back car door for Cherin (it had one of those child safety locks that only allowed the door to be opened from the outside—almost like a police car).

In Cherin’s mind it took forever for Aunt Sara to walk around the car and get to the door.  When Aunt Sara opened the door, Cherin felt as if she was paralyzed.  Sara had little patience with Cherin now, in her tight black pants with her round, shapely ass on display.  She took Cherin’s wrist and helped her up out of the car.  Cherin had thoughts of pulling away and running...  it seemed silly when she thought about it, but something told her that this might not be her worst option.  She couldn’t explain the strange fear that she had, but her aunt’s words, although few, made Cherin think about what she might have meant.

As Cherin and her aunt came up to the house door, Cherin’s mother, Jane, was holding itopen for them to come in.  This was a relief to Cherin.  After all, her mom was such a pushover.  How much trouble could Cherin actually be in?  They walked in the door, and Cherin noticed her mother and Aunt Sara exchange knowing looks, followed by big smiles.  This was strange... she’d never seen her mother interact this closely with her sister.  They walked down the hall a bit, and Cherin noticed something for the first time ever at Aunt Sara’s house.  The “locked door” to the basement was open!  Cherin felt nervous but very curious about this, for she had wondered what was down there for as long as she could remember.  Cherin’s mother and aunt each took one of her wrists and began walking her down the basement stairs.  Cherin wondered why they did this, but fear and curiosity prevented her from asking any questions.

Almost knowing that Cherin was getting overly nervous and might ruin their plans by breaking free and running, Jane calmed her by saying, “It’s kind of dark down here, and we don’t want you to fall down the stairs...  come on, honey.”  As they were almost to the bottom of the long, spiral staircase, Cherin heard the door close automatically behind them.  Her senses were ultra sensitive, and she felt the hands on her wrists holding her tightly now.  Once again, she noticed her mother and Aunt Sara look at each other and smile. 

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, the young brunette could see some of the things in the room.  Most of it looked like some type of old furniture.  It was pretty dark, and some of the objects were difficult to make out.  Aunt Sara and Cherin’s mother guided her to what looked like some type of bench—almost like something you might find in a Catholic church to pray on.  There was a place for her knees, a middle section that might be for her stomach, and a place for her forearms or elbows...  she couldn’t tell which.  All of the platforms were padded with thick black leather, and the construction of the bench was very sturdy which made it appear rather old as well.

Cherin wasn’t sure what was happening but seemed unable to say or do anything.  She just let her mother and aunt guide her onto the bench.  First, she knelt on the padded leather, at which point Aunt Sara seemed to disappear behind her, as her mother distracted her by talking in soft, soothing tones to relax Cherin.  She hadn’t had time to wonder what her Aunt was doing, when all of a sudden, she felt Aunt Sara doing something down by her ankles.

Before she knew what had happened, she felt the tight constriction of something around her ankles and realized that her legs had been secured to this old bench.  Cherin was tired of wondering what would happen next and tried desperately to struggle with her mother, who was holding one of her wrists in each hand.  She had managed to get one hand free, when she felt Aunt Sara’s strong hands grab her free arm, which allowed her mother to grab the other arm with both hands.  Cherin was a strong, youthful girl, but she was no match for her mother and aunt, especially with her legs bound as they were.  After a few short minutes of struggling, Aunt Sara and Cherin’s mother had managed to secure both of her arms to the padded rests on the front of the bench.

At this point, Jane and Sara took a rest.  Cherin’s struggle to get free had caused them to work a bit.  Aunt Sara walked a few feet to a table and grabbed what looked to be a thick leather belt.  Cherin wondered what this was for.  Aunt Sara quickly answered her question without saying a word, as she proceeded to wrap the belt around Cherin’s tiny waist, attaching it somehow to the bench that Cherin was on.  She tightened it down quite tightly as Cherin’s mother used her foot to push down on Cherin’s back.  This by itself caused Cherin’s round bottom, which was still tightly clad in the black dress pants, to be pushed up and back.  After the belt was tightened, Jane and Aunt Sara, each working on a side of the bench, turned a wheel that made another padded rail, which Cherin hadn’t noticed earlier, push up slowly under Cherin’s hips, causing her bottom to push up much further still.  Cherin couldn’t have arched her back like this on her own, had she tried.

Next, Aunt Sara and Jane moved an adjustable shelf, thickly padded with leather as the rest of the bench was, in front of Cherin, under her head. The shelf had a small, rather deep pocket or indent in it.  They moved a lever, lifted the shelf under her chin, and lifted it up, forcing her head up.  Cherin’s chin fit tightly into the shelf, preventing her from moving it much side-to-side.  Aunt Sara finished by wrapping a leather strap around Cherin’s head and secured it beneath this new shelf, which completely prevented her from not only moving her head, but also from speaking, as her mouth was forced shut. Her position was completely obscene.

When they had finished, Aunt Sara and Jane looked at each other, almost in awe, and Aunt Sara cried, “Oh, my goodness!”  Both Sara and Jane laughed out loud.  “Would you look at THIS!” said Aunt Sara, as she ran her hand down Cherin’s back, and over the pushed up-and-out roundness of Cherin’s bottom.

Jane giggled as her sister fondled her daughter’s round ass.  “My goodness, it’s round!” said Aunt Sara. “And FULL!” Cherin’s mother chimed in.  Just then, both women walked in front of Cherin and looked into her eyes, and Aunt Sara said, “We’ve got all SORTS of plans for you, Cherin.”  Both women laughed out loud again.

Cherin was terrified!  Her mother walked behind Cherin and began to rub the bulge of Cherin’s tight pussy through the strained black material of her dress pants.  This was the strangest feeling that Cherin had ever felt.  As her mother was rubbing her slowly and very skillfully, Aunt Sara walked across the room and came back with a box.  She turned on some lights in the room and opened the box in front of Cherin.  She began removing objects from the box.  She pulled out a candle, a small cucumber, a wooden handled hairbrush, and several other objects that Cherin couldn’t quite make out.

As she continued to remove objects from the box, she turned to look at Cherin, and with a wicked smile said, “Cherin, do you recognize any of these objects?”  Of course, Cherin couldn’t respond, nor would she have if she could.  Both women giggled.

As Cherin’s mother continued to slowly rub Cherin’s pussy, she said to Cherin, “Surely, you recognize those things, sweetheart...  they’re all the things that I’ve caught you masturbating with over the last couple of years.”  After pausing for a second to let this sink in and see Cherin’s reaction, both women broke out into a long, sick laughter.

Cherin couldn’t believe what she was hearing!  And, to hear her mother, who was so calm, quiet, and shy, laugh in such an evil tone.  Just then, Aunt Sara handed the wooden handled hairbrush to Jane, and Jane took the handle of the brush and began pushing it against Cherin’s young, upturned bulge of her pussy.

“Remember THIS feeling, Cherin?” she said while smiling at her sister.  “Remember when I opened your door and caught you pushing this into your greedy little pussy?”

Cherin was so embarrassed that she wouldn’t have spoken even if she could have.  All she did was moan, partly from being so embarrassed and partly because her mother really knew how to use that hairbrush handle on her.  And, despite the situation she was in, Cherin’s body began to betray her.  She felt her pussy getting wet from all this attention, however sick it was.

Jane noticed, too.  “Sara, this little pussy seems to be having a problem over here...maybeyou better come and take a look.”  Aunt Sara walked behind Cherin to join her mother.  Cherin felt what must be her aunt’s fingers now working their way between her lips, pushing the black fabric of her work pants deeply into the groove of her pussy.  “I told you she was a naughty girl, Jane.  This session isn’t a day too soon for her.”

Cherin detected a harsher tone in her aunt’s voice now, like she was getting serious about the task at hand.  Aunt Sara sure knew how to make a girl’s pussy respond to her touch.  Cherin knew that this wasn’t the first time her aunt had manipulated a pussy like this.

“Does it feel good the way Aunt Sara is touching you?” Jane asked in a teasing tone of voice.  This prompted another moan from Cherin, who was really starting to feel the effects of all this rubbing now.  Both women continued with the slow, methodical rubbing and comments for several minutes, watching gleefully as the black material wedged itself deeper into her young pussy—thus, tightening the fabric further across her gorgeous derriere.  Although the rubbing felt great, Cherin sensed that both women knew just how to rub her without allowing her to reach orgasm.

Moments after Cherin came to this realization, Aunt Sara proclaimed in a serious, manipulative tone of voice: “I think she wants to cum, Jane.”

“Well, she’s just going to have to wait a while for THAT,” exclaimed her mother, at which point both women laughed again, and Aunt Sara stopped rubbing Cherin’s wet pussy.

Sara walked across the room again, picked something up from one of the tables, and brought it back to Cherin.  She stepped behind Cherin now and began to do something with Cherin’s black pants, but Cherin wasn’t sure what she was doing, exactly.

“Let’s just see what’s in here,” said Sara, as she began to take the object and carefully cut the bottom out of Cherin’s black pants. A lacy, red thong was revealed underneath the strained fabric of her pants, but one simple slice in the right place made it a useless, dangling strip between Cherin’s thighs.  This left her bottom and pussy horribly exposed and thrust out into the air.  Aunt Sara’s way of cutting removed just the back of the pants, leaving her bottom jutting out and her legs still encased in the tight, black fabric of the pants.  In fact, the remainder of Cherin’s form-fitting pants now worked against her desires, helping squeeze her cheeks further out through their new opening.

After removing the cut-out fabric from Cherin’s bottom, Aunt Sara remarked, “Oh look, she shaves that little, tight pussy of hers, too, Jane!  That will save us some time.” 

“She’s been doing that for a while now, Sara....  I’ve been keeping track of her.  She had no idea that I had those cameras installed in her bedroom and in the bathroom.”

This revelation really concerned Cherin, as she tried to think quickly about all the naughty things that she’d done in either of those rooms.  “Oh, God,” she thought, “so many naughty things that my mother knows about!”

We’ll play some of the tapes for her later tonight,” Jane revealed. Cherin was mortified at this comment.  “She has TAPES!” Cherin thought to herself. Another moan of defeat came from Cherin.

Her mother and Aunt Sara both smiled at each other after hearing Cherin’s defeat.“I’d love to see more of those tapes, Jane,” Aunt Sara said, knowing this would let Cherin know that she had already seen SOME of them.  As they talked as if Cherin wasn’t even in the room, let alone bound and naked with a bald, wet pussy, Aunt Sara began pushing her long middle finger into Cherin’s pussy.  “My, it’s tight!” exclaimed Sara. “Don’t let that fool you, Sara,” warned her mother.  “She can take more than you think in that little hole.”

“We’ll have to see about that,” announced Aunt Sara, as she slowly pushed and twistedher long finger in and out of Cherin’s poor, little pussy. As Cherin’s knees were about 8 inches apart on the bench, her mother was able to come on the other side of Cherin and start working on the girl’s exposed clit.  She didn’t want her to cum, only to tease her into intensely wanting to cum.  She made slow, deliberate circles around Cherin’s engorged clit, only allowing her fingers to actually touch it on rare occasions.  Both women smiled at each other, proud of their progress so far.

Just then, Sara removed her finger from Cherin’s pussy and said, “She’s really got a nice, little pussy, Jane... but THIS is what I’m REALLY interested in,” as she placed her finger on Cherin’s very tight asshole. Cherin tried to pull away from this type of attention, but bound as she was, this was impossible to do.

“Great!  It’s a sensitive area for her, Jane...  this is going to be fun!” Cherin was alarmed to hear the excitement in her Aunt’s voice. “Before we start, let’s make some adjustments to the bench, though, Jane.” Cherin’s mother agreed, “Yes, let’s move her knees tightly together and bind her legs above the knees...  this will make her bottom much tighter and make this much more uncomfortable for her...  and much more enjoyable for us!”

Both women giggled and smiled at each other again.  As before, both women knelt down on either side of the bench and turned some wheels that caused Cherin’s legs to move closely together.  After her knees were touching each other, Aunt Sara produced another thick leather strap and used it to tie Cherin’s legs tightly together above her knees.

“What a sight!” exclaimed Cherin’s mom as she stood behind her daughter and admired the perfect form of her large, round bottom, with her back arched as it was and her head facing forward.  A more inviting, obscene look could not have imagined. Both women moved toward the front of the bench again. Aunt Sara leaned down and whispered into Cherin’s ear: “Cherin, do you like having things pushed into your bottom, honey?”  She remained leaning over, as if a verbal response from Cherin was expected or even possible.  What she heard was another moan from Cherin.

“Jane, Cherin told me that she LIKES having things pushed into her bottom!” announced Aunt Sara, as she interpreted Cherin’s moan how she wanted to interpret it. Both women laughed out loud again, obviously excited about the progress so far.

“Let’s start with something that you might not find so much fun, Cherin,” said Aunt Sara, now speaking in her strict tone of voice again. “Oh, Sara, are you thinking about what I THINK you’re thinking about?” asked Jane in an excited pitch.

“A ginger stick is what a bottom like THIS needs,” responded Aunt Sara in an educated tone of voice, as she used her thumb and forefinger to hold Cherin’s ample, round cheeks apart, exposing her tight, little asshole to the air.  Aunt Sara used her fingers to open and close Cherin’s cheeks several times, letting her bottom get used to being spread and released.  Both women know this would increase Cherin’s awareness of her tiny asshole and increase her anxiety immensely.

“A ginger... WHAT??” Cherin thought worriedly.  She still couldn’t figure out how she had gotten into this situation, let alone imagine what a ginger stick was.  They wouldn’t really do anything to her pretty, little bottom, would they?  This still had to be some kind of sick joke. SURELY, they’d let her go soon!

“Jane, I made some special ginger sticks for our special lady.  They’re over there.  Could you get one for me?  I don’t want to take my eyes off this ass—this scrumptious thing of beauty!”

Aunt Sara beamed, giving Cherin’s cheeks a hearty stretch. “All right, but only because you’re my sister,” the mother chuckled.  “You ALWAYS get the best seat in the house!”  Cherin heard her mother walk off somewhere and rustle some things around.

“Now, now, you’ll get your turn.”

Cherin let out a little whimper as her ass was kneaded roughly.  Aunt Sara simply snickered mercilessly and pinched her cheeks, enjoying another whimper from the helpless girl.

Her mother returned:  “Mmmm, this smells extra spicy!”

“But, of course!  I think this case calls for it!  Now, Jane, have you ever seen an asshole so perfect?”

The bound brunette blushed at this observation. Unceremoniously, Aunt Sara forced Cherin’s smooth cheeks to their widest, releasing an audible grunt from their captive—much to their amusement.  Her tight hole had never been so prominent and was ever so slightly opened..  Each and every crinkle on her tan sphincter was so evident that they could practically be counted.

“Oooooh, you’re right!  Wow!  It’s like the pearl in an oyster!” Jane exclaimed, gazing at the tight, virgin hole with sparkling eyes.

“WAIT, look at this poor shaving job!” Aunt Sara gasped, tugging on some pubic hair below her asshole.  From her ass pucker down to about an inch below it, there was some hair in Cherin’s crack that she could never quite reach very well.  Apparently, the dim lighting of the room made it not so easy to spot.  Jane tugged on it, too, and both ladies laughed hysterically.

The captive girl blushed even deeper.  Cherin shivered as she felt her mother’s finger traced lightly up and down her crack.  For a moment the finger stopped atop her pucker and used it as a pivot, lightly twisting side to side.  In the brief silence, Cherin’s mind whirled.  The uncomfortable stretch of her buttocks and the gentle tickling of her anus confused her senses. Never before had she been so humiliated.  Her own family’s crude comments about her most intimate regions didn’t help things either.  Still, Cherin was fairly certain her mother would now end this bizarre punishment.  They HAD to be bluffing about actually sticking things in her ass!

“Well, Jane, you may do the honors!  I’ve got her in the perfect position.  That ginger stick is pretty long, so insert it about halfway...  You’ll see why!” Sara smiled. Both women began giggling as Jane produced a crinkly, little rod.  It was about 6” long and about ½” in diameter.  Aside from its unusual odor, it almost looked like beef jerky or some type of sausage; however, you would not want to eat it!  Since it tended to dissolve in warm moisture, Jane held it in a foil wrapper.  Of course, Cherin was not privy to any of this.

Waiting expectantly for the nightmare to suddenly end and the bluff to be called, Cherin’s thoughts were bitter.  Her face was still crimson.  At this point, if she were allowed to speak, she would have said anything to sweet-talk her mom into believing that she was “reformed” by the punishment so far.

To Cherin’s chagrin, she felt something cool prodding against her vulnerable hole, followed by an increase in giggling.  Attempting to clench her asshole defensively, the hind-gifted girl grunted with pleading protest, causing more laughter.  However, Cherin might as well been skiing uphill because Aunt Sara spread her ass too wide to resist much.  Cherin pouted as she felt the cool tip disappear into her bottom.

Jane declared gleefully, “Sara, we have entry!  Go ahead and let go of her full buns, so this will be more of a discomfort for her!”

Cherin gasped when she felt her two supple cheeks smack together so suddenly. Although she could now clench her ass with all her might, the bound brunette now felt the new discomfort her mother was talking about.  It felt as if her rear hole had shrunk and the “ginger stick” had gotten bigger!  She also felt the creepy feeling of the stick sliding between her buns as it slowly entered.  Oh, if only her thighs hadn’t been so tightly bound together!

The giggling continued as Cherin fought a losing battle against her intruder.  Sara and Jane were delighted with a different noise for each centimeter that disappeared.  At 1”...grunting... 2”... groaning... 3”... whimpering.  By the 4th and final inch, Cherin’s chest was heaving as her eyes began to tear up.  It wasn’t really physically painful for the youth, but it was quite emotionally degrading.  (Exactly what the two women wanted!)

“She sounds like she’s really into this, Jane!”  Her aunt happily peaked around at Cherin’s chest.  “If she had bigger tits, they’d be swaying like crazy!”  Both women laughed like it was the funniest joke they’d heard in a while.

Merrily, Aunt Sara and Jane sat back and admired their handiwork.  Before their hungry eyes was a sweet, 17 year-old ass, framed by tight, ruined dress pants.  The end of a ginger stick emerged defiantly from it’s dainty asshole.  Below this main attraction was the clamped slit to her love tunnel, guarded by her stubbled labia majora.  Her immobile and unwilling state made it an absolutely perfect sight.

Much to her horror, Cherin sensed the greedy stares of her aunt and mother and clearly felt the rough ginger stick in her virginal rectum.  The reality of the situation was quite plain to her now.  Little did she know that things were about to get worse...

Aunt Sara announced, “The show will begin any second now, Jane!”

With those words, her aunt seemingly activated a curse.  The sultry Cherin became aware of a sudden smoldering sensation around her sphincter.  Quickly, it spread deeper into her colon—down the length of the ginger stick.  The smoldering escalated to a fire, and before long, Cherin felt as if there was an inferno in her ass.  It burned like nothing she’d ever felt before; it was an extremely spicy stick!

Giggling started anew as Cherin began to bellow through sealed mouth.  All her muscles tensed, and she began to sweat.  Instinctively, the girl began to clench and unclench her ass, making the visible end of the ginger stick “dance.”  Her talented sphincter and cheeks made it rock up-and-down, side-to-side, and in various combinations.

While Sara laughed with total amusement, Jane gasped like a pleasantly surprised child. She didn’t expect such a wonderful, little performance!  Intently, Jane leaned closer for a better look, allowing Cherin to feel her mother’s breath on her bare ass and pussy.  Aunt Sara leaned closer for the best view, too.  Each woman took turns cruelly pushing back in the ginger stick that their little captive tried so desperately to expel.  Knowing smiles were exchanged each time they forced it back into place.

Cherin’s tears streamed freely now.  One of her most prized assets was now her biggest pain!  Never in her wildest dreams did she EVER expect to have her delicious derriere lewdly displayed and tormented!  To her frustration, Cherin’s attempts to squeeze the burning offender out yielded only a rude return.  Fortunately, the ginger stick grew more narrow as it dissolved; however, Aunt Sara and her mother would shove it deeper and deeper to compensate.

After about twenty minutes of mischievous giggling, the two ladies made sure the whole 6” had disappeared into their bound beauty.  Again, they took a moment to admire the lovely moon before them.  Grinning broadly, they both stood up and walked across the dim room. Defeated, Cherin observed her aunt and mother through misty eyes.  She watched them both gather some things from a table, but she couldn’t see what they had.  Even as they returned toward her, she didn’t quite catch what each woman was holding.  Her foggy eyes and stinging rectum made it difficult to concentrate on that.  Still, Cherin did not miss their wicked grins, and this made her heart sink to the pit of her stomach.

“Say ‘cheeks!’” her aunt exclaimed, followed by a quick flash.  She was taking photos! “Get a close up of her sweet, little pussy and the cute ginger stick nub poking from her ass,” her mother suggested.

“Good idea, Jane.  I’ll get a shot of that, then a couple very special close-ups of that

ginger nub.  I really like that best!”

Cherin saw two more flashes.  She felt so ashamed, and her poor anus still burned. Aunt Sara asked, “Jane, would you spread the cheeks a bit?  I want to snap a better view—especially of that inadequate shaving job!  MOHAWK ASS!”

Gladly, Jane pulled the girl’s buttocks apart slightly with her thumbs, allowing a better view.  Sara took a few pictures.  Then, Jane took the liberty of using her forefingers to pry open Cherin’s slit.  Her sister took a couple more photos.

“I’ve got an idea!” Sara declared.  “Why don’t you put your foot on top of her ass and

pose like you’ve just conquered her?” Both women laughed sardonically at this.  Jane, thinking it to be a wonderful idea, stepped up on the bench.  Carefully, she raised her leg and placed her foot on Cherin’s tailbone.

She really did look like she had just climbed Everest or conquered Europe. Seeing the flash, Cherin pouted.  Her pride had just been cut in half.  She might as well have been a hogtied calf at a rodeo.  Never before had she been so completely dominated–by her own family, no less!

After stepping down, her mother cooed, “Honey, it’s time for some of mommy’s special ‘salve’ for your special place!”

Cherin tensed up.  She didn’t like the way her mother said ‘salve,’ and she fretted the meaning of ‘special place.’  Among the renewed giggling, Cherin heard a lid open.  Soon after, she felt a gooey finger cruelly jab at her slit, causing her to gasp.  The finger didn’t go into her vagina, rather it smeared a cool gel up and down her love crack, barely penetrating the outer labia.  Then, she felt more ‘salve’ slopped all over her crotch.  Finally, the greasy finger jammed its way into her ass, smashing up the remainder of the ginger stick inside her.

“Let me get a picture of your finger in her ass and that greasy snatch!  That’s great!” Sara shouted as if she were some sort of master photographer.

As the flash lit up the room, Cherin became aware of a strange burning sensation at her pussy.  It was a different burn than the ginger stick aching in her ass.  This burn was more menthol... like Vick’s Vaporub!  Cherin released an audible hiss from her nose as she felt her sensitive slit heat up.  Oh, not her pussy, too!

Both women laughed as they each grabbed one of the teen’s cheeks roughly, eyeing her young, thoroughly-slathered cunt.  They began kneading each succulent cheek, relishing the girl’s discomfort and laughing at each whimper she uttered.  Their free hands moved to Cherin’s slender waist.  Massaging her from her waist to her hips, they admired her form.  Sara and Jane could not get enough of this girl’s lower half.  Eventually, the hands at Cherin’s waist moved to her shapely thighs, kneading them through the bindings.

“Oooo, I’m going to need to spank this ass soon, Jane,” her aunt sighed.

“Sara, there’s a lot of things that must be done to this ass.  We’ll savor it one step at a time.  Personally, I never realized how meaty her outer labs were!  I’ll need to tan those pretty babies, too!”

Fiendishly, the two women giggled at the thought of spanking her ass and pussy, but Cherin’s anxiety only grew further.  She didn’t doubt that her captors were crazy enough to torment her even more.  Hadn’t they done enough?  Tears dripped down her face as she endured the burning in her cunt and ass and the fondling of her buttocks.  For her own sadistic pleasure, Aunt Sara made sure to elicit a squeal from Cherin with an occasional pinch or scratch.

“Well, I think we need to give ourselves that candlelight dinner we promised each other.

We’ll celebrate what we’ve done, and what we will do,” Sara chortled, removing her hands

reluctantly from Cherin’s ass.

       “Yeah, I am kinda hungry.  Here’s your candle,” Jane smiled, also removing her hands

from her daughter.

       Just as Cherin was feeling a bit better, she felt two cool “spheres” rest against her abused

holes.  Again, she clenched herself defensively.  When she realized the “possibilities” that

candles held for her, Cherin released another pleading groan.

       “On the count of three,” Aunt Sara ordered.  “One...Two...THREE!”

       “Mmmmmmmmmmmmn!” Cherin bellowed as both candles began pressing forcefully

against her twin holes.  In her position, she was unable to know the full details of these special

candles.  Both were only 4" long or so, but they had a sizeable knob at one end.  Before they

would rest in her holes, they had to initially get the knob in her tight openings.  This would not

be as difficult of a task because the ginger stick and Vaporub made her entrances much more

vulnerable.

       Jane and Sara watched giddily as the knobs of their candles stretched both hot holes.  Of

course, aunt Sara pushed the candle at Cherin’s ass while her mother jammed the candle at her

twat.  After a short while, both orifices enveloped the knobs, and both women pushed forward

with more ease.  They knew the knobs at the end of the candles would make it nearly impossible

for the girl to expel them.  Each of them had shoved them so far that the wicks were extremely

close to her tender flesh

       “There,” Aunt Sara grunted with a pat of mock reassurance on Cherin’s ass.

       Sobbing, Cherin felt the intruders battle within her own tightness.  She had never felt so full down there!  And, unlike the ginger stick, these things barely budged when she pushed at them!  The balls on them felt so uncomfortable inside her!  Then, a lighter clicked, and Cherin began to feel the warmth of flame so very near her most intimate regions!  It was not burning, but the candles were sure to melt further down.  She began whimpering like a dog, but this only brought more laughter from her aunt and mother.

       Gazing one last time at the burning candles emerging from the brunette’s nether regions,

Aunt Sara turned to Jane and said, “Let’s get our food, dear, so we can enjoy it by the

candlelight!”

       “And to think, we haven’t even started on her tits, yet!” Jane guffawed as the twosome

left the room.  Both of them began discussing the exciting prospects.

       Tearily, Cherin was left alone, watching the flickering light on the wall from her own ass

and pussy.  The looming warmth at her private parts made her nervous and shaky.  This was the

worst experience of her life!  Little did she know, large drops of molten wax were making their way down the candle shaft in her ass, heading toward that embarrassing strip of hair...  Cherin heard her mother and Aunt Sara giggling as they walked up the stairs, making comments and laughing out loud at times.  As the voices trailed off, Cherin became very aware of the burning inside from the Vicks, with her bottom and pussy stretched painfully by the knobs of the candles.  She also started to notice a different warmth and remembered the side effect of the candles burning - HOT WAX!

       At first it was just warm, but as the candles continued to burn and deposit wax, it became quite uncomfortable for the poor girl.  In the beginning she felt varying degrees of heat from the melted wax, but soon realized what was happening... that strip of pubic hair that she missed while shaving was protecting her from much of the heat of the wax.  As the strip of hair became more and more loaded with the molten wax, Cherin felt more and more of the heat on her sensitive, young skin.  She tried to shift her body around, but bound as she was it was wasted effort.  Finally, she began to moan loudly into her gag as the wax got hotter and hotter.

       Unbeknownst to Cherin, her aunt and mother were thoroughly enjoying her struggles on a closed-circuit T.V. while they ate.  The hidden camera was zoomed in exactly on Cherin’s burning candles.  Literally, the television sat on their table, providing the candlelight that the two ladies so desired.  Sara and Jane just wished their favorite restaurants could provide the same service!

       Just when she thought she could barely take it anymore, Cherin heard footsteps coming down the stairs and her mother say, “Let’s see how our little girl is doing NOW,” followed by laughter from both women.  They both knew the answer already, but it was much more entertaining to see it in person.  As Jane and Aunt Sara approached Cherin, they took special note of the glob of molten wax covering her last remaining strip of hair.

       “Just what I had hoped for,” exclaimed Aunt Sara excitedly.

       “Oh, look at how close the flames are getting to her tender skin,” said her mother in a voice laden with mock concern.  Both women smiled at each other privately, then giggled out loud at the poor girl’s predicament.

       Just then, Aunt Sara blew the candles out forcefully, causing the small pools of molten wax to be blown off the top of the candles and fall directly on a new area of sensitive skin on Cherin’s round bottom and smooth pussy.  This caused Cherin to jerk forcefully, as the wax really burned her.  “We’ve got a live one!” shouted Aunt Sara.  “Let’s just get these out of the way,” Aunt Sara whispered into Cherin’s ear, loudly enough for Jane to hear and smile at the cruelty she knew was about to occur.

       “You take the one in her ass, and I’ll take the one in her pussy,” suggested Jane to Aunt Sara.

       “Make sure you pull it out slowly, and keep the knobs together, Jane... it will squeeze the membrane between her naughty holes,” announced Cherin’s aunt, with the matter-of-fact tone of voice that a doctor would use during a routine procedure.  As Jane and Sara slowly, almost methodically, removed the large-knobbed candles from Cherin’s abused body, Cherin realized how excited she’d become from the abuse.

       She wasn’t the only one who noticed, either: “Look how wet she is, Sara,” said Cherin’s mom as she gently stroked her daughter’s sensitive little clit.  “Does that feel nice, honey?” cooed Jane as she skillfully manipulated the young girl’s pussy.

       Cherin could only moan into her gag, which caused both women to give each other a knowing look and giggle again.

       “She’s such a NAUGHTY girl,” cried Aunt Sara, as she let her hand land harshly on Cherin’s ass, filling the room with a sound that seemed as loud as a firecraker.

       “And, naughty girls get punished,” added her mother.

       “Do you think that naughty girls should be punished, Cherin?” asked Aunt Sara in a teasing tone of voice.

       Still feeling the aftereffects of her aunt’s smack, Cherin stifled a moan, for fear of seeming compliant with this torture.

       “We do,” said Cherin’s mother.

       “Now, for the fun part,” said Sara with renewed giddiness in her voice.  With that, Sara grabbed the blob of molten wax on the last remaining strip of hair on Cherin’s lower half and pulled it quickly, painfully removing all the hair from the poor girl’s most sensitive area.  A scream from Cherin could be heard into the gag, as well as loud laughter from both women echoing in the room.

       “I bet it’s really sensitive now,” stated Jane as she ran her finger lightly up and down the newly-bald area.  “Here, this will tell us right away,” said Jane as she applied what must have been pure rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball.  This caused yet another muffled scream from Cherin, and knowing looks were again exchanged between the sisters.  “I never thought that disciplining a problem child could be so much FUN!” cried Jane.

       “And, we’ve only just begun!” Sara reminded Jane.  As her sister continued swabbing the girl’s newly-bald region, Aunt Sara went around to Cherin’s unmolested upper torso, bearing the same device she used to cut those tight pants.  Through her own sobbing, Cherin hardly noticed her aunt cutting two rough circles out of her dress shirt, exposing two red, fabric-covered B-cups dangling helplessly.  Sara was practically salivating as she carefully destroyed the poor girl’s expensive brassiere, cutting out only the cups and leaving the underwire and straps alone.

       Cherin’s puppy-dog eyes could only be seen by the cold wall.  She could only pout as her last stronghold of modesty was eliminated and her breasts now hung down freely.  Cherin winced while her Aunt Sara squeezed each tit as if she were testing the ripeness of a tomato.

       “Mmmmhmmm!  Jane, did you know your little girl had big areolas around her nipples?  My, oh, my!” Aunt Sara chuckled, examining her prisoner.

       “I know, isn’t it kinda strange?  Maybe it’ll make her tits more sensitive,” Jane mused.

       “Well, I definitely hope so,” Sara smirked, winking at her sister.

       Finishing her task, Jane lifted the cotton ball from Cherin’s ass and applied some ointment to her sensitive little bottom crack.  She applied this same ointment to Cherin’s newly-uncovered nipples, which began to stiffen from the stimulation.

       “That should be good,” stated Sara.  “Let’s just see what else we have here,” said Sara as she started across the room to the big chest that was full of who-knows-what.  She returned carrying some type of apparatus that consisted of what looked like aquarium tubing that was attached to some type of base unit on one end and to what looked like glass test tubes on the other end.  She plugged the cord into the wall and checked some settings on the device before kneeling in front of Cherin.

       Then, as she looked directly into Cherin’s eyes, she asked, “Cherin, honey, are your nipples very sensitive?” ...to which Jane giggled.  Sara wasn’t in the mood to be giggling or laughing at this point; however, she had taken on a much more serious, business-like demeanor.  “Because if they are, this is going to be lots of fun; and, if they’re not, they will be when your Aunt Sara gets finished, dear.”

       Jane just sat back at this point, watching her sister work her magic of mental and physical intimidation and humiliation on the poor girl.  Aunt Sara then began to work Cherin’s nipples into the test tubes, which fit her nipples quite snugly.  The tubes were supported by what seemed almost like a modified bra strap that ran around Cherin’s back.  After both nipples were forced inside the test tubes, Sara flipped a switch and the device came to life.  The pressure on Cherin’s nipples was intense as they were sucked forcefully into the tubes by a strong vacuum pressure.

       “We won’t need this anymore,” stated Sara as she removed the strap from around Cherin’s back “They will be supported by the suction now,” she said in a clinical tone of voice, with a certain sense of pride in her voice.  “This is one of my favorite toys for girls...  I used parts from a breast pump, but this creates much more vacuum than a breast pump and centralizes it all on just the naughty part of the girl,” teased Aunt Sara.

       Jane felt comfortable giggling again, as Sara had come somewhat out of her ultra-sadistic mode it seemed.

       “With the regular treatments that your mother and I plan on giving you, Cherin, this little device will really increase the length of your nipples.  This is good for us and maybe not so good for you, dear,” stated Aunt Sara as both women broke out into laughter again.

       “That will keep her busy on that end, Sara... let’s concentrate on this end now,” remarked Jane from behind Cherin as she gazed at the perfect, round, heart-shaped ass that her daughter possessed.  Jane couldn’t think fast enough about all the things that she wanted to do to the young body that her daughter possessed.

       Cherin let out a moan into the gag again, with the sensations that were going through her nipples at this point.

       “Look how long they’re getting already!” cried Sara in a somewhat excited tone of voice.

       “Just let your creation do it’s job, Sara, and come back here to see what’s going on,” snickered Jane.  This time it was Jane who walked across the room to the chest and pulled a device from it.  By the quick glance that Cherin was able to get of the device, it looked like it was another device that plugged in–much to her dismay.

       “Oh, my!” exclaimed Sara in an excited tone of voice, “And, I thought I was strict!”

       Jane just smiled at Sara, as her oft-hidden, sadistic, cruel side began to take over her personality.   “She’s ready for it, Sara,” stated Jane in a calm, knowing voice.  “And, this is one of MY favorites for young girls.  It teaches them a lot, and it’s perfect for a girl like Cherin who’s got an ass just made for this type of treatment.”  She began setting up the device, which looked like a polished metal probe with a main shaft that was about 2 inches in diameter, with bulges that were about 3 inches in diameter.  On the end of the shaft, there was a removable plug, which opened a hole in the center of the shaft.  It looked like a long, bumpy, metal penis, actually.  Jane opened a jar and carefully applied some type of ointment or lubrication to the metal probe, stroking it gently as if it were a real penis.  “I just love this device, Sara... it’s got so many capabilities to it,” explained Jane as she continued to stroke it.  Then, she pushed one of the many buttons on the control unit, which surprisingly caused the size of the main shaft and the bumps on the shaft to go down considerably, as well as the length of the shaft.  “This should get us started,” stated Jane as she began to tease Cherin’s tight, little bottom hole with the cool, metal intruder.

       “You’ve got a really tight bottom for your mother, Cherin,” added Aunt Sara.

       As Cherin’s mother got the probe started into Cherin’s bottom, you could see the proud look on her face, with a sense of accomplishment beaming across her face.  As she slowly worked the device into her daughter’s ass, it became more and more apparent to her how difficult this part of the treatment was going to be for poor Cherin.  She hadn’t realized how truly tight her little bottom hole really was.  Jane managed to work the entire length into Cherin’s bottom, which at this point was about 6 inches, but not without much muffled protest from Cherin.  Add to that the suction on her nipples and the slow, methodical manipulation of Cherin’s clit by Aunt Sara; it was enough to drive the poor teenage girl with the obscenely round bottom crazy.  After the device was fully inserted, Jane explained, “Now, this will keep it in your bottom for the entire procedure, Cherin,” as she pressed one of the buttons on the control panel, the base of the probe that was inside Cherin’s tight hole began to expand, positively preventing it from being expelled.

       “Is your mother stretching that naughty hole of yours, Cherin?” teased Aunt Sara.  This question was followed by smiles and laughter from both women.  

       In response, Cherin grunted loudly and her eyes watered as her tight sphincter was once again stretched cruelly, further pleasing Aunt Sara and Jane.  The residual burning still permeated her abused rectum and tender slit, making the girl’s experience even more excruciating–yet strangely erotic.  The persistent suction at her tits made her feel like nothing more than a lowly milk cow.  Cherin had always disliked her large areolas and wide, stubby nipples; thus, the promise of making them longer, too, filled her with shame.

       “Okay, the ‘caterpillar’ is lodged perfectly!” Jane giddily declared, releasing the controller.

       “Mmmn, I REALLY like, Jane!  In fact, let’s take a few more pictures for our records!” Aunt Sara chimed.  Again, the camera flashed as Cherin’s perfect, filled ass was captured on film.  A profile shot was taken, then one of Cherin’s cute face with her occupied tits just beyond.  Sara also made sure to get some special close-ups of her elongating nipples.

       “Those pictures should go well with the rest of the collection,” remarked Jane, wanting to remind her daughter of the vast media they already owned.

       Aunt Sara smiled proudly.  “Yes, they certainly should!  That reminds me... we’ll have to watch some of those tapes soon.  Cherin can watch her own naughtiness, too.  Now, Jane, if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to control the caterpillar for a little bit.”

       “Why, you sound like you have a plan!  Here,” she offered, handing the control to her sister.  Despite it being her favorite toy, Jane loved to watch her sister in action.

       Aunt Sara spoke professionally: “Yes, I use a very special technique to worm it deeper.”

       A quiet moan of disgust escaped Cherin’s throat as she felt the tip of the device wriggle back and forth deep within her bowels.  Then, she gasped in surprise as the intruder extended itself as it writhed within her.  It was the creepiest sensation she had felt yet, but her pussy tingled despite her.  How could her own body was betray her like this?!

       “Ooooo,” Sara cooed, “are we uncomfortably probing your most secretive area, Cherin?”

       Excitedly, both women giggled, knowing they were encroaching upon the shapely girl’s most virgin territory.  Approaching 9" of depth, Cherin begin mewling helplessly as the invader’s squirming continued.  Her pussy dripped involuntarily down her thighs, making her blush intensely.  She couldn’t believe this was arousing her!

       To Sara and Jane, their captive’s mewls were the sexiest thing they had heard all night.  They smiled brightly at each other, occasionally eying the young girl’s juicy slit.  Everything was going better than planned!  Without a doubt, Cherin was the most delectable toy either woman had ever owned!

       Slightly past 10", the lengthening of the caterpillar was at an end, but that did not stop Aunt Sara from writhing it deep within her.  In silent and perverse adoration, the women listened to her cute, little pleas.  Standing in awe, Jane was truly impressed with Sara’s skill with the caterpillar.  However, Jane was confident that her skill would equally impress her sister.

       Meanwhile, the bound brunette was absorbed with the sensations around her most intimate regions.  The combination of pain, pleasure, and humiliation kept her adolescent mind spinning wildly.  Her tingling pussy still radiated an unnatural, menthol burning, but her moist clit throbbed with arousal.  Her anus and ass crack still stung from the ginger stick and other torments, yet the uncomfortable fullness deep within her ass somehow made her pussy wetter.  As the time progressed, Cherin became increasingly abashed and aware of her saucer-like nipples while Sara’s machine worked it’s magic, but even this somehow added to her slowly-building orgasm.

       “Sara,” Jane spoke wickedly, “I’ve noticed that this pussy is being VERY naughty again.  I was hoping that it would stop the waterworks, but it’s just not happening.  Obviously, more punishment is required!”

       “Yes, I’ve been noticing that, too.  Cherin seems to be incorrigibly naughty!  I agree wholeheartedly that she must be punished MORE.  What do you recommend, Jane?” Aunt Sara replied.  Her eyes were aflame with excitement.  The idea of punishing this poor girl for helplessly reacting to their stimulation really turned her crank.

       “Well, I think it’s time we used some old-fashioned discipline.  I’ve noticed that our bound debutante has a lovely Valentine-heart-shaped ass, but it’s simply the wrong color!  Let’s make it the right color!”

       Both women laughed heartily at this analogy because it was indeed very true.  Even Cherin knew she had a lovely heart-shaped ass, and she had often admired it in every mirror she passed.  Still, she did not find the joke to be funny at all.  Hadn’t they done enough to her already?!

       Aunt Sara walked over to Cherin’s face and stayed with the theme.  “Cherin, did you honestly think you could bribe us to let you go with a Valentine’s gift that was the wrong color?  It won’t make up for your naughty, leaking cunt!  Besides, it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet!  You’re just no-good to the core, aren’t you, deary?”

       Despite the lame silliness of their joke, the two older women had a good laugh at Cherin’s expense.  However, the bound prisoner only cringed at the thought of a spanking.  All three ladies knew that Cherin’s broad hips made her ass an easy target.  Then again, everything was an easy target in her position.

       “I call this cheek!” Jane giggled like a giddy schoolgirl.  She kneeled by Cherin’s left buttock.

       “And, I will happily take the other,” Aunt Sara nodded enthusiastically, assuming her position at the opposite cheek.

       “Hey, I just realized that all this spanking is going to make the caterpillar jar around uncomfortably inside her sweet ass!  This is so GREAT!”

       Cherin simply whimpered sorrowfully.

       With a knowing chuckle, Aunt Sara brought her hand down cruelly onto Cherin’s ample right cheek, creating a loud crack and a sexy squeal.  Jane immediately followed, earning similar results.  Sara wasted no time with making contact again, sparking a frenzy of spanking.  Both women beamed hungrily at her creamy globes and gleefully eyed the rattling protrusion from their captive’s asshole.  Harsh, crimson hand prints were painted all over the bare canvas of Cherin’s obscenely-displayed, upturned ass.

       Unlike the two women furiously working on her bottom, Cherin was not having much fun at all.  She was bawling quite openly as her fleshy globes burned and sizzled like never before.  Like most children, Cherin had been spanked before, but she never remembered it hurting so much!  Not only that, but the bothersome device in her ass was jarring like her mother had evilly portended.  Each swat shook it in an entirely new way, sending unexpected tingles throughout her body.  Cherin was terribly confused.  How could she feel so bad AND so good at the same time?!

       Once Cherin’s cheeks were tanned to the women’s satisfaction, they slowed to a slap-then-knead method.  Sara and Jane savored the warmth they had created.  Every now and then, Jane would sinisterly rattle the caterpillar just to keep things interesting.  It was no wonder why she loved that toy.

       “Oh, listen to her bawl like a spoiled baby!” Aunt Sara said mockingly.

       “I know; isn’t it pathetic?  Fortunately, I’ve changed her wardrobe at home to reflect her babyish ways.”

       Cherin’s brain perked up at this revelation: “My clothes?!”

       “You mean foofy, frilly little girl outfits?  Big bows in her hair and everything?” Aunt Sara chimed.  She just loved humiliating Cherin like this.

       “You bet!  Her little, cutesy skirts will give us easy access to her ‘forbidden places,’ too,” laughed Jane.  Aunt Sara laughed wickedly, too, fantasizing about the hot, young brunette in such clothes.

       Despite her searing rump, Cherin managed her best growl.  The thought of these women ruining her whole wardrobe deeply angered her.  For some strange reason, the issue bothered her more than her current situation.  Maybe it was a ‘girl thing.’  Cherin couldn’t fathom living without her wondrous selection of tight pants and sexy underwear!

       “Oooo, temper, temper, little girl!” Sara scolded bitingly.

       Cherin’s mother snapped, “You’d better watch your mouth, young lady!”

       Cherin growled again.  She was not happy.

       “How dare you smart off to ME in MY own home?!” Aunt Sara fumed.

       “Not only is she smarting off, but her pussy is STILL dripping!”

       “STILL?!” Sara said angrily.  She took a close look at Cherin slit, confirming her sister’s observation.

       It was all true.  Cherin couldn’t even believe how damp she was.  At the same time, she realized her aunt and mother’s anger began to overshadow her own little tantrum.  For what it was worth, Cherin briefly enjoyed standing up to them.

       “I can’t believe it either!”

       Aunt Sara frowned, “I was hoping to have more fun with the caterpillar, but this problem must be taken care of.”  Dutifully, she marched over to the chest and grabbed another item.

       Again, Cherin could not make out what she held.

       “If the pussy’s the problem, then we’ll punish the pussy itself.  Hopefully, that’ll fix her ATTITUDE, too,” Aunt Sara declared sternly.  Kneeling near Cherin’s pussy, Sara unceremoniously forced the girl’s meaty labia open near the clit.  Carefully, she wielded a long, narrow, flexible tube.

       Jane, not thinking her sister would go to such lengths, covered her mouth and gasped, but Cherin was none the wiser.

       With expert hands, Sara worked the catheter against Cherin’s urethra.

       Now, this type of attention was something Cherin would NEVER have expected in a million years.  She shrieked as loud as she could and desperately tried to pull away, but it was simply useless.  Helplessly, she felt the catheter slither deeper into her urethra.  She howled terribly when the small tube reached her bladder.  To her audible dismay, the ability to control her own urination now belonged to her captors.  Her little protest and wet pussy had made things even worse for her.

       Smartly, Sara had a clip on the tube, preventing any leakage.  Golden fluid could already be seen in the emerged section of tubing.  As for the length of tube that extended past the clip, Sara worked that in between the girl’s sexy, bound thighs.  This meant that any release would soak only Cherin in a place where it wouldn’t dry quickly.

       “All right, Jane,” Aunt Sara said most seriously, “get the crop and give this dirty pussy a good spanking.  I’ll consider whether or not I want to use clips on her labia, too.  Cherin, I had so wanted to play with the caterpillar some more, but you had to ruin EVERYTHING with your nasty cunt and foul mouth.”

       Obediently, Jane went to get the crop.  She didn’t want to mess with her sister when she acted like this.  Her daughter must have offended Sara more than she originally thought.  That was okay because Jane had been hankering to discipline Cherin’s pussy from the beginning, for there was just so much to do with that young body!

       As Sara waited patiently, she stared at the tube emerging near Cherin’s clit.  She noticed Cherin’s naughty clit was still engorged.  Then, she suddenly realized that her suction machine could handle yet another tube...  She had a sinister idea.

       However, Jane was not aware of Sara’s idea as she stepped behind her daughter, but it didn’t matter at the moment.  Right now, holding a crop in hand, Jane’s eyes focused on those defenseless labia.  Now, Cherin’s full, round ass was certainly the main attraction, but her full, meaty pussy was utterly impossible to ignore, too.  Despite her legs being bound tightly together, her lewdly-arched form still thrust her cunt obscenely into the open air, and no other girl could have possibly displayed a more inviting target.  With it’s partly-visible, glistening lips, Cherin’s upturned pussy seemingly begged for all the wrong attention.  And, the wrong attention was the only thing on Jane’s mind as she sized up her young daughter’s intimate region between the caterpillar and the catheter...

       Naively, Cherin never fully understood the idea of having her pussy spanked.  Her young mind had never entertained such thoughts because, traditionally, only asses could be spanked.  It never dawned on her that ANY body part–not just the ass–could receive a sound spanking.  At the same time, her young mind was too engulfed with the current sensations all over her teenage, large-bottomed body to realize the looming danger.

       Sara moved aside so her sister could have full access to that gorgeous backside.  She would wait until after the pussy tanning before she’d implement her devious plan.  She smiled wickedly at Jane, knowing what excitement they were in store for.  Jane winked back devilishly, sparking fiendish giggling from both of them.

       “Cherin, baby, your little pussy is going to be very sorry,” Jane smiled as she lustfully massaged her daughter’s outer labia with the crop.  Aunt Sara watched the motions like a hungry wolf, deeply wanting justice exacted for Cherin’s naughtiness.

       With her mouth sealed shut, Cherin dejectedly sobbed her best, “Nooooooooooooo...”  There was nothing more she could do; these twisted women owned her.

       Flashing her sister one more excited, pearly smile, Cherin’s mother gave the poor girl a skillful lash on her left lab.  Cherin’s body utterly quaked as she bellowed in pain; never before had she felt such a dreadful sensation!  Jane’s expertise landed the next blow on her daughter’s right lab, releasing another shriek from Cherin.  She continued happily from lab to lab.  With every new lash, Cherin’s labia began to match the recently-reddened color of her ass.  Her stubbled nether flesh seared with infernal pain.  Both women cheered wildly when Jane’s final lash precisely caught Cherin’s damp slit, causing the biggest reaction yet from the bound beauty.

       “If you weren’t so naughty, honey, none of this would be necessary,” cooed Jane while she traced over Cherin’s freshly-spanked labia with the wicked crop.  Jane could almost feel the warmth she created travel up through the crop itself.  Leering at her daughter’s red ass and pussy, she felt very proud of herself.  She never thought her daughter would bring her so much pleasure!

       Now, Aunt Sara was very satisfied with her sister’s punishment, but she wouldn’t be truly happy until she administered her own correction.  After admiring Jane’s handiwork a little longer, Sara stepped over to commence her plan.  She was so glad she had thought of it.  It would be so much fun!

       “Jane, tell this naughty girl about her new wardrobe while I get some things ready.  I LOVE to hear about it!” Sara spoke cruelly.

       Still tickling her daughter’s pussy, Jane giggled, “Oh, of course, Sara!  Cherin will have frilly knee-highs... girly, little skirts... cute ‘Mary Jane’ shoes... and sassy, gaudy belts.  Bad, little girls don’t get to wear bras... because those are for mature girls, but she’ll certainly show cleavage!  Her little panties... will be whatever we want!”

       Thinking about Cherin’s submissiveness, both dominating women had a good laugh.

       Humiliated, Cherin simply whined and pouted, feeling the stinging sensations in her most intimate regions.

       By this time, Aunt Sara had hooked another hose to the redesigned breast pump while Cherin looked on with dumbfounded, teary eyes.  The end of the tube hissed like a snake from the powerful suction.  Wielding the new tube ominously, her aunt displayed a wicked smile as she walked behind the imprisoned seventeen year-old.

       “Now, in case we need to stretch these naughty lips,” explained Sara sternly, “we’ll attach these four clips.”  Aunt Sara unceremoniously nabbed her niece’s inner labia and began to add clips to them.  Both women giggled and smiled as Sara clipped Cherin’s tender skin, causing the poor girl to jerk and shriek terribly.  To keep things even, two clips were placed on each side.

       “Ohhh, what’s the suction hose for?” Jane smirked.

       “Ah, Jane, this is to punish one of the NAUGHTIEST of naughty parts!  And, I think you know what part I’m talking about!  Hopefully, this will lengthen it enough to stick outside her outer labs, making it something she can’t help rubbing by moving around!”

       Sick laughter emerged from the duo as they thought about the possibilities.

       Cherin groaned in deeper defeat, having a good idea what they were meaning to do.  Things had just gotten worse for her poor, sexy body.

       Jane walked around in front of Cherin to address her: “Honey, mommy’s going to watch your face as Aunt Sara attaches the hose to your naughty spot!”

       Although Cherin was determined to give her mother absolutely nothing to look at, Sara’s manipulation of the tube was too much.  Cherin winced and mewled as her aunt affixed the hose to her delicate clitoris.  Through her teary eyes, the girl could see the amused, belittling countenance of her mother.  However, the intense suction of the properly attached hose, drew her senses into another confusing whirlwind.  It was a painful and pleasurable potpourri of feelings ‘down there’ for the girl.

       “Come here and look at this, Jane!” Sara beckoned excitedly.  “I think it’s getting longer already!”

       Jane quickly came around to watch the device in action and was pleasantly surprised with her sister’s ingenuity.  The hose on her clit DID seem to make it longer already, and the thing didn’t need any straps to hold it on.  The power of the machine’s suction secured it like the hoses on Cherin’s nipples.

       Both ladies giggled mischievously and stepped back to admire their progress so far.  Both ladies were obviously pleased with the results.  Happily, they admired Cherin’s perfect, red ass and juicy, red pussy still framed in those ruined dress pants.  Just thinking of what those various devices were doing to the unwilling girl sent shivers down their spines.  The more discomfort Cherin felt, the more Jane and Sara enjoyed themselves.  Could disciplining a problem child get any better?!

       Just then, the doorbell rang, which was heard in the soundproof basement on a separate ringer.

       “Oh, good, our other guests must be here!” stated Sara with renewed excitement in her voice.

       “This is going to be SO much fun!" cried Jane in her own state of bliss.

       Cherin wondered just who these “guests” might be as she struggled and tried to focus mentally, so as not to fall into this torture trap that her mother and aunt had so carefully orchestrated.  Her private areas were still very sore, but her busy clitoris stole more and more of her precious focus.

       “I'll go let them in while you keep an eye on our naughty girl with the big, round bottom, Jane,” winked Aunt Sara.

       “Okay, see you in a minute, sweetie,” replied Jane to her sister.  Jane was more than happy to admire her daughter’s prostrate body for as long as necessary.

Amid her weepy state, Cherin heard many footsteps coming down the stairs and began to feel even more anxious.  The thought of more people seeing her so obscenely exposed and abused terrified her.  More distinctly, she could hear some struggling and voices that sounded both young and older.

       “Awww, look at how cute!” crowed Jane as soon as she was able to see the new guests.

       “They may be cute but also VERY naughty,” declared a new, authoritative female voice.  “All three of my girls need some discipline.”  The new woman joked, “This must be our Dominick’s girl with the wickedly tight, black pants.”

       “Yes, this is MY naughty, little girl,” replied Jane, giving Cherin a playful slap on the rear.  “Would you like to see the predicament that she’s gotten herself into, Barbara?”

       “Why certainly...let’s see what's going on here,” replied Barb.  “Sara, just lead my girls over there and attach them to that metal pole for now,” said Barb, pointing across the room.

       Cherin was still unable to see any of the new guests but heard the newcomer’s footsteps approaching.  Her hidden hope of keeping this event as a family secret were shot right out the window.  First tapes; now an audience!

       Barb knelt down and looked straight into Cherin’s eyes, smiling cruelly: “Do you remember me, sweetheart?  No?  Well, I remember YOU, dear.”

       Cherin’s mind raced wildly, trying to think of where she’d seen this woman before.  She did look familiar, but with the situation that Cherin was in, it was difficult to think straight.  Judging by everything else so far, Cherin felt that this woman probably meant her no good either.

       “She’ll remember in a minute, Barb,” laughed Jane, with Aunt Sara’s laughter shortly behind.

       “Let’s just disconnect all of YOUR toys here, Jane and Sara, and get things started over for our little friends.  We’ll give our little Cherin a tiny break.  Her clit stretching seems to be coming along just wonderfully, but we don’t want to rush it. We will have plenty of time for all of our treatments...let’s enjoy them together,” she said very clinically and sensibly.

       “Mmmmn,” Cherin moaned graciously as Barbara switched off the vacuum pump.  With no more suction, the hoses dropped lifelessly from Cherin’s body.  Next, Cherin felt her anal intruder shrink down to a tolerable size.  Then, the caterpillar was slid completely out of her bottom, leaving her stretched asshole slightly agape but empty nonetheless.  Finally, the girl felt the clips removed from her labia.  Unfortunately, the catheter seemed to be staying put, but Cherin was just happy to be rid of MOST of her devices.  The troubled teen wondered if this meant the punishment was almost over for her.

       Meanwhile, Jane and Sara both agreed that they had maybe been a bit overexcited to try different punishments on Cherin and felt that maybe they hadn’t savored each one long enough.  Slow and steady wins the race, as they say.  Leave it to Barb to bring some clinical experience into the picture!

       “There, now, does that give your tender, little body a break, Cherin?” cooed Barb in a very soothing tone of voice.  “I’m going to take the shelf-gag off your head, Cherin, but you must promise not to talk.  For if you do talk, we’ll put something much worse INTO your mouth.  Do you understand?”

       As much as she didn’t want to go along with the program, Cherin very much wanted the ability to open her mouth, so she hummed in eager agreement.  As the shelf came off, Cherin was able to take her first clear breaths through her mouth in some time.  She was still bound quite firmly and not able to move much, but having the shelf-gag off felt much better.

       “Now, let’s just see how much actual punishment you’ve endured, Cherin,” said Barb in a knowing voice.

       Cherin felt Barb’s hands between her legs, so gentle and knowing, it was almost relaxing to have them there.

       Barbara applied a bit of lubricant to her fingers and began exploring Cherin’s tight, little holes: “This sure is a big, round bottom you have here, Cherin,” said the nurse with a giggle.  “It’s no wonder your mother and aunt feel the need to give it some major attention...and such a tight, little pussy as well.  I’ve always preferred them cleanly shaven, too.”  Barb continued with her probing and feeling around.

       Her sexual comments made Cherin blush again.  She really knew how to manipulate a girl, Cherin could tell, but she also knew that Barb was not currently trying to arouse her.  She really sensed that Barb was examining her in a clinical method.  Although it was difficult to imagine, Cherin actually found herself liking this new “Barbara” woman.

       “Now do you remember who I am?” asked Barb.

       Cherin, now able to respond, was afraid to speak out, so she just shook her head “no.”

       “You mean to tell me that you don’t remember all the people who have stuck their fingers inside these naughty holes, Cherin?” asked Barb in a teasing tone of voice.

       Cherin wondered what she meant, and then it struck her...Barb was the nurse from her old doctor’s office.  SHE was in on this as well?!  Now, Cherin felt like she was a twisted contestant on that old game show “This Is Your Life.”  It was almost unbelievable.

       “Now she remembers me,” giggled Barb.  “She’s remembering these fingers NOW.  Do you know how badly I wanted to feel your little pussy clamp down on my fingers in orgasm, Cherin?”

       Cherin did not answer.  She didn’t even know whether or not it was a rhetorical question.  Also, the idea of her own medical practitioner lusting after her youthful body gave her the creeps.  Things like that only happened in tabloids, she thought.

       “I bet you don’t,” Barb said, now with a bit of anger in her voice.  With that, Barb stopped her examination, stood up, and declared: “She’s absolutely fine, ladies, and ready for MUCH more.  Now that Nurse Barbie is here, we can have some real fun!  But, first, let’s bring my charges over and have a look-see, shall we?  After all, it wouldn’t be fair for me to come over and play with your toy without bringing some of my own.”

       All three women laughed heartily at this analogy.

       “I’ll get them,” nodded Sara.

       As Aunt Sara brought them over, Cherin now saw three girls that she had never seen before.  Apparently, these were Barb’s daughters, and they did not look very pleased.  One of the girls looked to be about Cherin’s age, one of the others was older than Cherin, while the third girl definitely seemed younger.  All three girls were stunningly attractive but dressed quite differently.

       The eldest girl was wearing extremely tight blue jeans and a maroon half-shirt, and she looked rather tough.  Her breasts looked like they would fill a B-cup better than Cherin’s, but Cherin’s waist was much more enticingly narrow.  Although, Cherin and this girl were actually neck-and-neck in terms of hip width, providing them both with equally broad asses to garner lustful attention.  Her long, mahogany hair was disheveled, probably from a struggle.  If her wrists and ankles weren’t shackled and her mouth wasn’t taped, Cherin was sure this fiery girl would attack like a rabid tigress.  Sara handled this testy girl first, disconnecting her chains from the other two girls.

       “Tina’s such a hard-ass!” commented Sara to Barb.

       “Yeah, she’s got a lot of learning to do, and that is why she’s here.  She’s been quite active with her boyfriends, which I do not approve of in my house,” explained Barb.

       “She’s got lots of secrets to tell, I’m sure...and we’ve got just the tools to make her talk,” declared the normally reserved Jane.

       Cherin had never heard her mother speak with such conviction and authority in her voice. This was a strong side of her mother that she’d never seen before.  Her sadistic side had become more and more open since they started, and this troubled Cherin.

       “We’ll let you have the first go with her,” promised Barb to Jane.

       “We’ll find out just how tough she REALLY is,” sneered Jane in the same confident, determined tone of voice.  “Come over here, Tina,” barked Jane as she pulled on the chain that was restraining the eldest girl.  She led the resistant Tina across the room to a location where Cherin could see everything.

       This was not unintentional.

       There was a metal ring in the ceiling that was attached to a pulley system.  Jane compelled Tina to kneel by bumping the back of her knees, then walked over to some type of controls on the wall.  Jane pushed a button, and a thick steel bar came out of the wall towards Tina.  As it was coming out of the wall, Jane was able to adjust the it’s height by pushing different buttons.  As it neared Tina, Jane slowed and adjusted the bar a bit.  When she was satisfied with it’s position, she attached Tina’s ankle cuffs to a metal ring in the floor, making the location of her feet permanent.  Then, she attached Tina’s wrist cuffs to a metal ring dangling from the ceiling, which was attached to the pulley system, coaxing Tina to stand in the process.  What Jane had now was a fuming Tina standing, with her hands and feet bound to the ceiling and floor, respective.  The bar running across the room was in front of Tina’s thighs, forcing her to reach a bit due to the ceiling ring’s location.  Jane returned to the wall controls and pushed another button, causing a second metal bar to come out of the wall.  Once the bar had come out far enough, Jane adjusted it so that it was pushing on the small of Tina’s back.  Jane continued to move the bar slowly forward, which caused Tina to have to bend over, while the other bar preventing her from moving forward, as it pressed against the front of her thighs.  Jane simply grinned evilly as Tina began a muffled protest.  After Jane was satisfied with the bend in Tina’s back, she pressed a button which caused the second bar to push down on Tina’s back, causing her back to arch, and making her bottom push out full and round.

       “Good work,” called Barb from the other side of the room.

       “She really has a way with that equipment,” noted Sara to Barb.

       “I’m not done yet!” exclaimed Jane, wanting her friends to hold off on the praise until she was completely finished.  With that, she pressed yet another button, which started a motor that pulled up on the ring in the ceiling that Tina’s wrist cuffs were attached to.  As this pulled upward, Tina’s posture and position became extremely obscene: bottom and breasts thrusting out full.

       “Look at your daughter’s body!” exclaimed Sara to Barb.

       “Yeah, I know!  Your sister sure knows how to mount them, Sara.  She’s an artist in her own right,” mused Barb.

       “See how full her bottom is now, Barb?” Jane asked her friend, while admiring her own posturing work.  She patted Tina’s helpless derriere for emphasis.

       “Her bottom may look full in those jeans NOW,” started Barb, “but not as full as it’s going to be when we take them off!”

       All three women broke out into devilish laughter with that comment.

       “Well, let’s not waste any time then!” said Jane in an exuberant voice. After locking the controls into position, Jane went over to a cabinet on the wall and returned with something that looked like a pair of scissors.  “These are special,” remarked Jane, almost to herself as she headed over to Tina.  “Watch this!” she beamed, clearly directing her sister and friend to behold what she was about to do.  She took the tool, starting at Tina’s taut waistline, and ran it down each of Tina’s tightly-encased legs.  It made a strange sound but moved quickly down each leg.  The obdurate Tina shrieked and struggled but to no avail.  After each leg had been run down, Jane grabbed Tina’s jeans, and with one upward tug, pulled them completely off and clear of the apparatus.  Jane purposely yanked her jeans upward so that the removal would be as uncomfortable as possible.  It had worked perfectly, leaving Tina’s green, satin panties bunched up nicely in her pussy and ass crack.

       Angrily, Tina hissed through her nostrils; however, the threatening effect was lost when she cutely sashayed her hips to fix her wedgie.  It didn’t relieve her discomfort any, but it did focus all eyes–including Cherin’s–onto her full, round bottom.

       “Bravo!” cheered Barb, and both of the other women applauded Jane’s performance.

       “It works just as well on these,” declared Jane, and she quickly removed Tina’s panties.  Crudely, she peeled the cut panties out of Tina’s crevices, exposing her bare ass and a rear-view of her furry pussy.

       Unwittingly, Tina’s persistent hip wriggling held the attention of all the ladies, especially now that her intimate areas were totally vulnerable.  While her bottom was not nearly as full as Cherin’s, Jane had mounted Tina very enticingly.  Unfortunately, her constant swaying only offered quick glimpses of her dainty asshole; however, there was one blatantly obvious fact...

       Jane pointed it out: “Wow, she’s got quite a full bush, Barb!”

       “I know,” replied Barb.  “It’s one of the ways she rebels against me.  Amy is hairless, and Jennifer is kept fairly clean, but Tina has to be such a hard-ass about shaving.”

       “Since she seems to like that hair so much, I figure we’ll use it against her,” said Jane in a calm and cool tone of voice, then pulled on Tina’s big bush of pubic hair, causing a squeal from the trapped teen.  “What’s the matter, honey?” teased Jane, still holding the hair in front.

       “I’ve got a great idea,” smiled Sara, walking past Jane and Tina to the box of tools.  “Let’s try THIS,” she said, and she approached Tina from behind, holding some type of metal bar.  She took the bar carefully and put it between Tina’s thighs.  It had round openings on each end of the bar and was expandable.

       Tina looked confused yet still hostile.

       Patiently, Sara fit the device in between Tina’s thighs and pressed a button on it which caused it to expand, in turn causing Tina’s thighs to be forced apart.  She let them get quite far apart before releasing the button, listening happily to Tina’s protests.  Hidden in Sara’s other hand was a much smaller metal expander.  She used her finger and thumb from one hand to spread the cheeks of Tina’s bottom and fit the device in between her cheeks, causing them to spread and expose her scrawny asshole.  Tina was not at all pleased with this.  Once finished, she reached inside and grabbed a hold of the mahogany hair near Tina’s asshole and pulled it hard, causing a scream from Tina.  “Now THIS is the hair that I hate,” cried Sara as she held onto the hairs coming from Tina’s most sensitive area.

       “How does THAT feel, Tina?” teased her mother.  “Now do you see why mommy tells you to shave?” she continued with a giggle.

       All three women began giggling at Tina’s predicament.  Cherin was simply glad that she wasn’t the target this time.

       While Barbara and Jane made crude comments, Sara continued to manipulate the hairs coming from Tina’s ass crack, twirling them together into a sort of pony tail.  When she had most of the hairs together, she took what looked like a very hefty lead weight out of her pocket and clamped it to the offending hairs.  When she released it, the hairs were being pulled constantly, causing much visible discomfort for poor Tina.  “I bet THAT will make you think about listening to your mother, Tina,” scolded Sara.

       “Just leave her like that for a while, Sara.  It will give her time to think,” suggested her mother.  “I have two other naughty girls who need some attention, too.  Let’s start with Amy, since she’s the youngest.  She’s fourteen now, and she’s got a lot to learn before she gets out of control like her older sisters.  Do you like her outfit, girls?  I did it special for you two.  I know how you like Amy’s slim legs and round bottom.”

       Amy was wearing what looked like pants, up to the top of her thighs, then just some silky underpants.  To cover her small, A-cup breasts, she donned a silky, fringed bra.  This left her tight, youthful tummy and sleek, slender waist bare to the public.  The whole outfit was a flamboyant red, and at first glance, it looked rather odd...but strangely erotic.

       “They are not pants or tights, ladies.  I actually painted them on her legs!  It’s red latex.”

       “They look GREAT,” complimented Jane.  “We’ll have to try that on Cherin soon, too.  Can you imagine her big, round bottom all swelled out in latex pants?  Whew!  All the boys would want to push their hard penises into that big, juicy bottom!”

       With that, all three women giggled.  The thought of some boy shooting his hot cum into Cherin’s round, tight bottom was very amusing.  Thinking about her taking a penis in her ass forcefully was even more delightful.

       Meanwhile, Cherin worriedly considered their suggestion, having no idea how depraved her captors’ thoughts really were.

       Barb took Amy by the wrist, turned her around so that her back was facing the other women, saying, “This is what I find so attractive about Amy,” as she placed Amy’s feet closely together.  “Look how her thighs are touching, but when you get to the top, you’ve got this ‘gap’ here,” she indicated, pointing out the gap between Amy’s legs at the top.  “Doesn’t it look inviting–like there just ought to be something IN there?” she followed up with laughter.  “I just LOVE it,” said Barb, now running her fingers into that gap, against the silky panties, stimulating Amy's young pussy through her underwear.  Her other hand gracefully caressed her daughter’s slim waist.  As she continued this, she teased, “Oh, Amy...I feel some wetness coming through these panties...I hope it’s not what I think it is.”

       With this, all the women smiled at each other, restraining their laughter, as they didn’t want to ruin the moment or break any of the tension that Amy might be feeling.  Barb continued to manipulate her youngest daughter’s little pussy through her panties for a few moments longer, before commenting, “I’ve got LOTS of plans for you, Amy.  Tonight is the night that your body is going to learn some new things, and I’m not only going to punish you, I’m going to train you as well.  Tonight is a special night for all of us.  Can you guess why?”

       After no response from Amy–other than some fidgeting, either in an attempt to get away from her mother’s harassing finger or maybe to get a better angle on the rubbing that was happening–Barb announced, “Well, I found your diary the other day, Amy...and was rather surprised at some of the things that I read in it.  Tonight, you are going to read this aloud to me and the other ladies.  You made some comments in there and had some questions about your body–and your bottom in particular–that we are going to help you answer tonight, sweetie.”

       Finding it now appropriate, Sara and Jane giggled at Amy’s dilemma, causing the young girl to turn about as red as her outfit.  Barb winked knowingly back at them.  All three women kept grinning broadly.

       Sara said, “My, Barb, I think Amy’s bottom is blossoming quite nicely!  I’ve noticed it seems to keep getting rounder and fuller with age.  I believe you’ve picked the perfect outfit to augment her perfect lower half.”

       “Personally, I can’t wait until her tits develop more for us, too,” chimed Jane giddily.

       Deviously, Barb chuckled, “Mmmmn, yes, I agree, ladies.”  She rubbed Amy’s waist and privates just a bit longer, then purposefully pushed the silky, red fabric into Amy’s damp slit.  “Since we have one more girl to deal with, we’ll put Amy aside for the moment.  There will be plenty of time to play with her later.”  With that, she walked Amy over to a chain hanging from the ceiling and attached the girl’s handcuffs to it.  Much like Tina’s chain, this chain was controlled via remote, too.  Barb reeled in the extra chain, forcing the girl to stand on her toes.  After locking everything in place, Barb asked, “Sara, did you prepare my special rod for her?”

       “But, of course!” Sara answered.  “I NEVER miss a detail!”  Merrily, she strutted over to a refrigerator and put on an oven mitt.  From this refrigerator she grabbed a metal rod–a very cold and short metal rod.

       Of course, Cherin watched curiously from her vantage point.

       “Okay, Amy,” said Barb, “you’re going to have to hold this rod in your sexy, little gap.  Now, you cannot let it drop, or you will pay a terrible consequence.  Understand?”

       Silently, the girl nodded her head.  Her brown hair hung in shame.

       Dutifully, Sara took the cold rod and inserted it into the gap between Amy’s thighs.  “Remember, you have to keep it there until we remove it,” she reminded the girl.

       Soon after the rod’s placement, Amy began moaning and groaning, for the coldness near her most intimate regions grew more and more discomforting.  Her sexy, lithe body began swaying, and she unwittingly started humping the air.  Amy strived to be rid of the tortuously chilling rod, but her mother’s threat kept her grip strong.

       Watching Amy’s exaggerated motions, the three ladies couldn’t help but giggle.  They made comments about every lewd movement the poor girl made.  Each of them was pleased with what they saw, but it was only the beginning–her clothes hadn’t even been removed yet!

       As odd as it seemed, Cherin was also slightly enjoying the show.  If she wasn’t the object of attention, she was content–or as content as one could be in her situation.

       Keeping her friends on track, Barbara interrupted the show: “Well, ladies, I think THAT will keep my littlest girl busy for a while.  We still have one more girl to tend to.”

       Taking Barbara’s cue, all eyes shifted to Jennifer.  Immediately, the girl was visibly embarrassed by all her new-found attention.  Jennifer was about Cherin’s age, it seemed.  She wore a short, black miniskirt and a white, close-fitting T-shirt that had “cutie” written in rhinestones across her chest.  Her hair was a dirty-blonde and exceptionally long and straight.  Compared to her sisters, her waist was about as slim as Tina’s, but her hips were just a bit smaller in proportion.  Instead, her ass clearly stuck outward much more compared to both her sisters’, which unintentionally caused the back of her skirt to hitch somewhat noticeably.  Still, without a doubt, her most prominent feature was her much-larger-than-average breasts, and this only amplified the fact that she had unwisely chose to wear a dark purple bra under that white T-shirt.

       “Wow, this girl is a milk cow, and she’s only sixteen!” Sara exclaimed crudely.

       All three captors laughed heartily at Jennifer’s expense, and even Cherin smiled!

       Barbara said, “Yes, I know, and they’re not fake either!  She’s got a full D on such a small frame; too bad she’s the only girl like that in the family.  Sadly, though, she’s becoming more and more like her older sister.  Hell, I didn’t even dress her like that!”

       “Oooo, another challenge like Tina?  I’m all for that!” Jane beamed.

       Sara agreed, “Definitely!”

       “But, look at the way her ass sticks out so far!” Jane pointed out, never missing a beat.

       “Well, that just means her hot, little crevasse runs all the deeper, which gives us an even deeper cave to explore!” Sara quipped happily.  “It’ll be so much FUN!”

       “Yes, ladies,” Barb chuckled, “I don’t think her scrawny, little hole has ever seen the light of day in a crack so deep!”

       With that, all three ladies erupted into their infamous chorus of laughter, sputtering more lewd observations about Jennifer’s tits and ass.  Cherin simply studied the girl’s pouty ass with amusement and curiosity.  All the while, Jennifer turned even redder but developed an angry scowl.  Obviously, she showed at least some of Tina’s defiant spirit.

       “Oh, I think she’s giving us the raspberries!” Jane smirked evilly.  “Better put her in her place!”  Having said that, Jane dutifully approached the girl and began to lead her off by her chain.  She grinned deviously the entire time.

       Out of the blue, however, the sound of metal hitting floor resounded throughout the room.  Everyone froze in their tracks.  Mouths gaping in awe, all heads turned to shy, little Amy.  Sure enough, there was a short, metal rod slowly rolling away from Amy’s feet.  Seeing this, the three captors’ expressions turned to anger and anticipation.

       “AMY, look what you’ve done!  What did I tell you?!” Barb scolded, trying to conceal her perverse delight at her daughter’s failure.

       Sara added, “Aw, looks like Jennifer catches a break for now, Jane.  We’ve got a naughty girl breaking the rules over here.”

Jane tugged her captive closer and stared her straight in the eyes: “You’re a lucky one, but I’ll see to it you’ll get yours plus interest, sweetheart.”  She left Jennifer to worriedly think about her looming punishment then joined the two women near Amy.

       By now, Amy was visibly embarrassed again.  She trembled in her shackles as the three women roved around her like a pack of hungry wolves.  The poor girl had no idea what was in store for her.

       “I think we all know what Amy deserves,” said Barb.

       “Yes, we do,” Jane nodded, trying to suppress her excitement.  “Let me help you.”  Immediately, Jane lowered the chain that pulled Amy’s wrists toward the ceiling, allowing Amy to stand flat on her feet again.

       As if rehearsed, Sara skipped over to the side of the room and gathered some items.  Meanwhile, Barb scooted a beam in front of Amy’s hips then attached the girl’s cuffs to a chain on the floor.  This chain was controlled by remote, too, and Jane immediately pulled it taught, forcing Amy to bend over the beam.  While this was not their most artistic mount, it served as a great temporary means to access her most coveted area.

       From Cherin’s vantage point, she was amazed by the speed and efficiency that these ladies possessed.  She was afraid to consider how much practice they really had.  Now, all she could see of Amy was her red, slender legs and round, pantied ass.  Cherin also had a perfect eyeshot down Amy’s sexy gap.  Although she was confused as to why, Cherin found herself drawn to the allure of this gap–even aroused by it.  Did this make her a lesbian or something?

       After mounting Amy to their liking, all three women gathered around her helpless, round derriere.  Sara, of course, had an armful of “goodies” for the naughty girl.  All of them had huge smiles, but they made sure little Amy was unaware of this.  They wanted her to be as fearful as possible for the moment.

       Barb spoke, “Now, Amy, you KNEW that you were supposed to keep that rod in your little gap until WE removed it.  You defied us, so we must replace it with something a bit more uncomfortable.  Not only that, Amy, but we must be MORE harsh with your punishments and must THOROUGHLY humiliate you.  Do you hear me LOUD AND CLEAR, YOUNG LADY?!”

       “Y...yes, ma’am,” Amy sheepishly spoke for the first time.

       “Now, ladies, for the moment you’ve been waiting for,” Barb announced to her friends, acting like a master showman.  Ever so delicately, she placed her thumbs into the waistband of Amy’s silky panties.  Then, with agonizing suspense, she very slowly pulled them down.  As more and more of Amy’s pale, round bottom was uncovered, Sara and Jane’s eyes got wider and wider with excitement.  This little girl’s ass was more spectacular than they had imagined!

       When Barb finally pulled Amy’s panties to her thighs, she let them fall gingerly to the floor.  Amy’s most intimate area was on display to “outsiders” for the first time ever.  Being so conservative, her full, rounded cheeks were pale because she never let them see sunlight.  Instinctively, she clenched her ass cheeks firmly together, allowing no glimpses of her tight sphincter or pussy.

       “Stop clenching for these fine ladies!” Barb corrected, making Amy squeal with a quick slap to the bare ass.  After she saw her daughter relax a bit, she continued to her audience: “And now, for the moment of truth...”  Offering only a momentary pause, Barb easily separated the poor girl’s succulent cheeks like a warm dinner roll, unveiling all of Amy’s nether secrets.

       Sara and Jane were ecstatic!  Amy’s pink pucker was the tightest they had ever seen which promised to provide them with much entertainment.  As Barb had mentioned earlier, Amy was indeed impeccably clean and shaven; no missed spots like Cherin had had.  Beyond that was Amy’s tender pussy; her slit was so small and tight that it was almost difficult to see.  Her youthful outer labia were very taught and let no pink flesh emerge in the slightest bit, keeping at least some things about Amy a mystery.  Of course, Amy’s slender waist and round bottom currently held the ladies’ attention, and they made sure the girl could feel their breaths on these areas to multiply her anxiety.

       Barb carried on, still holding Amy’s pale globes apart: “Amy, since you could not complete the simple task we gave you, I’m afraid we’ll have to ‘help’ you this time.  Jane, you may give her a new ‘rod’ to hold.”

       Without delay, Jane took some rubber gloves from Sara.  After donning the gloves, she grabbed a thick plastic tube from her sister.  Immediately, she unscrewed the top end of the tube, then carefully reached inside with a couple gloved fingers.  Next, she slowly removed a small bundle of thorny rose stems dripping with extremely hot tabasco sauce.  Jane returned the cap and tube to her sister, then kneeled closer to Amy’s offending gap, grinning from ear to ear.  Using nimble fingers, she slid the spicy, thorny shaft up between Amy’s parted thighs and into her waiting gap.

       All the while, Cherin watched the action with wide eyes, trying to fathom the cruelty of her captors.

       “Thighs together!” Barbara barked when she saw that Jane’s rod had touched Amy’s soft perineum.

       Fearing further punishment, Amy reluctantly complied, clamping her thighs and imprisoning the tortuous bundle within her beloved gap.  Suddenly, the moistened thorns began their merciless attack on her creamy upper thighs and tender perineum, causing her to whimper aloud.  Before she could part her thighs to free herself of the demon, she felt Jane wrap a leather strap about her thighs, sealing her delectable legs together and eliminating any possibility of solace.  Soon, the prickles of many thorns grew into a burning fire as the tabasco kicked in near her most intimate regions.  Amy’s curvaceous ass began bobbing and swaying, begging for relief, but this served only to amuse the sadistic women.

       “Not so fun for you, huh, Amy?” Barb sneered.  “Well, it’s about to get less fun because all bad girls deserve a spanking, and you certainly are a bad girl.  Jane, Sara, you may use the rulers on Amy’s pearly, white rump.”  She let go of Amy’s cheeks and moved her hands out of her friends’ way.

       Sporting wicked grins, Jane and Sara commenced whisking Amy’s buttocks with their plastic, foot-long rulers.  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  Pinkish-red lines developed on each rounded, pale cheek, and each hit earned a cute “Ooh!” or “Aah!” or “Yeow!” from the fourteen year-old brunette.  Meanwhile, Barb massaged her daughter’s svelte waist and enjoyed the show.  Both reddening globes jiggled wonderfully with every blow, tantalizing the punishers.  Not only that, but each swat shook the wretched bundle inside her gap, creating even more disconcerting sensations.  When a couple dozen swats had be administered, Barb signaled the ladies to stop.  By now, Amy was crying woefully.  Her ass was entirely covered with sexy, crimson stripes.

       “My, your lower half must feel pretty hot, Amy,” Barb said sarcastically.  “Let’s take your temperature and find out just HOW hot.”  Having said that, Barb pulled out a rectal thermometer and unceremoniously spread Amy’s warm cheeks again.  Wanting to make the experience as uncomfortable as possible for the bound teen, she elected not to lubricate it.  Placing the cold tip upon Amy’s impossibly tight anus, she began twirling the thermometer.  Jane and Sara watched gleefully as Barb drilled the thermometer into her daughter’s small sphincter.  Amy whined submissively as her mother forced the thermometer deeper than it should go.  Only the last few millimeters were left protruding, but Barb was not worried.

       While they waited for the thermometer, all three women resumed their humiliating comments.  They teased Amy about having her temperature taken like a baby, being paddled like a baby, and possessing the tits and pussy of a baby.  They mocked her hip-swaying efforts and constantly mentioned the rose stems stuffed in her gap.  Of course, the three ladies also publicly discussed their lust for Amy’s round bottom, narrow waist, and slim legs.  Since Amy was so shy and reserved, it didn’t take too many comments to break her psyche; the more she bawled, the more they jeered.

       At the appropriate time, Barb pinched the end of the thermometer and slowly withdrew it from her daughter’s bottom.  After examining it for a moment, she frowned and said, “You know, I don’t think I actually trust the reading on this thermometer.  Let’s try a different one!”  Now, she pulled out a chemistry thermometer.  It was certainly thicker than a standard thermometer and nearly a foot long, too.  All the captors giggled incessantly at the sight of this thing.  Once again, she parted Amy’s sweet cheeks and drilled the large, cold thermometer into her rectum without lubrication.  This time, Amy whined even louder as this object probed her deeper and wider.  Unlike the old thermometer, Barb left a lot of protrusion, but she managed to probe more than an inch farther than last time.

       Everyone–including Cherin–watched merrily as Amy’s anal muscles made the visible end of the thermometer bob up and down.  It reminded Jane and Sara of the ginger stick they had inserted into Cherin’s ass, and the duo grew more excited.  They would have to play with that girl again soon.  But, for now, everyone’s eyes feasted upon an innocent beauty in bondage.  Her young, rounded ass was coated with the paint of discipline while her firm, slender legs were coated with red latex paint.  Her youthful waist was so incredibly slim, too.  Best of all, Amy’s gap and anus held terrible, agonizing things against her will and made the women feel like they were making excellent progress.  They even happily pondered the burning she must have felt all over her forbidden fruits.

       Interrupting the moment of awe and reflection, Barb said, “Sara, put the diary in front of Amy.  I think it’s time we heard a few passages.”

       Acting on cue, Sara opened Amy’s diary to the first page containing a bookmark.  She set the book on the floor near the girl’s face.  Various sentences and paragraphs were highlighted, making it obvious what the girl was supposed to read.  Although her wrists were chained, Amy’s hands and fingers had enough freedom to turn the pages as needed.

       “But, mom,” Amy sniveled quietly, “please don’t make me read this in front of these ladies.”

       Jane blurted, “You will read when your mother tells you to read, missy!”  To discipline the girl, she smacked the end of Amy’s thermometer with a ruler, driving it a little deeper and certainly vibrating it deep within her rectum.

       “Ooh!” bellowed Amy.  “Okay, okay... I’ll read.”

       “Well,” Barb said sternly, “get on with it, then.”

       Amy began, “I...I decided not to wear a bra to school today for a change.  It’s...it’s not like I ever need to anyway because...my boobs...are...so small!  I wish I had boobs like...Jen!  She’s so lucky.  My...nipples are quite...big, but they seem too...too large for my boobs.  They’re so...so sensitive, especially when they’re...hard.  It feels kinda funny...when I brush against my...my nipples.  I’m not sure if all this is...normal...or what.”

       “Ohhh,” Sara chimed, “I have just the thing for big, sensitive nipples, dear.”  With a naughty smile, Sara palmed one of Amy’s small breasts.   When she found the nipple behind the bra’s fabric, she played with it until it grew nice and firm.  Then, she pinched the fabric near her nipple and pulled it away from the breast.  One well-placed clip from Sara’s scissors created a nice hole in the cup for Amy’s stiff, pinkish teat to emerge.  Cherin’s aunt repeated the same steps on the girl’s other breast.  As Amy had written, she really did have sizeable nipples for her age.  Wasting no time, Sara stretched some very tiny rubber bands and snapped them closed at the base of both nipples, releasing cute yowls from Amy.  Now, Amy basically had cock-rings for her large nipples, promising to keep them stiff for a very long time.  Always demanding a nice finishing touch, Sara clipped a small, red bell and tassel to those pink nipples, causing Amy to hiss in discomfort yet again.

       Cheerfully, Barb and Jane admired Sara’s clever handiwork.  Not only were Amy’s nipples revealed, but they were decorated so adorably, too!  Every move the girl made caused the little bells to jingle rhythmically.

       Thinking her daughter had pouted long enough, Barb requested that the show continue: “Turn to the next marked section and read, Amy.”

       Tearfully, Amy flipped to the next marked and highlighted page.  She read, “Ear...earlier today mom had her...oddball friends...Jane and Sara over.  Mom asked me to...to wear my tight, black dress pants and white blouse for the occasion.  I...I don’t know why.  I hate those pants because they’re so...TIGHT...and they gather so much lint.  Mom bought them a size too small, too, so they...they barely fit.  Also, the shirt...is...is so incredibly see-through.  I swear that...my mom...is brain-dead when she...buys clothes for me.  But, she said she’d give me fifty bucks if I wore that outfit and acted as...a ‘maid’...while her friends visited.  How could I turn down fifty bucks?  Well, I probably should have.  Mom’s friends are...too...too weird.  Mom gave me a tray to carry drinks and stuff out to them on the patio, and that was fine.  However, they kept dropping things almost...almost on purpose, then...then they’d yell at me to...bend over at the waist to pick it up.  They said... ‘a young girl needs to make sure her lower back is good and strong while she still can exercise it.’  Whatever.  Every time I had to bend over, I swear...you could see...the top of my butt.  Then, when I...I stood up, I would get the biggest wedgies.  Soon after I’d fix...the wedgies...either Jane or Sara would...slap me on...on the butt when they’d thank me.  Some thanks.  Each slap brought the...wedgie right back.  Finally, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Jane slid a rolled up ten dollar bill into...into the back of my pants!  Then...then, Sara did the same thing, but...it pushed Jane’s money into...my butt crack!  I...I think mom was kinda...tipsy because she did the same thing with her fifty dollar bill, but...she pushed it deep!  It felt...bizarre!  There was a whole line of...of cash stuffed between my butt cheeks...all the way down to...to the back...the back of...my cunny.  Mom said it would be...rude to take it out in front of the...the guests, so I had to walk all the way...to my room...with the money down there.  The walk made me feel...kinda funny.  I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone about...about this odd way I made seventy bucks.  I didn’t like...how mom’s friends looked at me either.  Very creepy.”

       Slightly miffed, Jane and Sara looked at each other, obviously offended by Amy’s low opinion of them.

       “ODDBALL, huh?” Jane frowned.

       “WEIRD, hmn?” Sara added.

       Jane threatened, “Let’s just see if your little ‘butt crack’ is as sensitive as you say it is!”

       “I hope it is!” Sara declared.

       Together, they decided to demonstrate their wrath on Amy.  While Barb spread her daughter’s cheeks, Jane used her ruler to spank the tender inside of Amy’s crevasse, aiming as close to her asshole as possible.  Meanwhile, Sara put her ruler to work on the thorny bundle that emerged from Amy’s gap, making sure that region was not forgotten.  All three women relished in the poor girl’s renewed cries.

       Barb chided, “I hope this teaches you to be polite to mommy’s friends, Amy.”  She motioned for her friends to stop.  “Now, let’s see how hot and bothered you really are, sweetheart.”  Slowly but surely, Amy’s mom twisted the giant thermometer out of that tight bottom.  She studied it for a moment then announced, “Amy seems perfectly healthy after all!”

       “So, she’s just fine to play with?” Jane inquired.

       “Perfectly fine.  Here, why don’t you ladies see for yourself?” Barb replied with an inviting grin, then stretched Amy’s cheeks to their limit.

       Amy groaned as her tight hole was ruthlessly exposed once again.

       Giddily, Jane’s index finger headed right for that little, pink orifice.  She delicately tickled the very outside of it, causing Amy to squirm helplessly.  Without warning, though, she abruptly jammed that teasing finger straight into the bull’s-eye.  Amy screeched as Jane wormed her finger deeper and deeper into the girl’s anus.  Jane was thorough in her exploration, and she tried to touch as much of that virginal flesh as possible.

       “Ooh!” Amy gasped.

       Jane quickly noted the girl’s response: “Oh, you LIKE my finger in your tight, little bottom, Amy?  Wait until you see what Sara has in store for this naughty, little hole!  Come over here, Sara, and feel how tight this bottom is!  Are you sure your ‘expanders’ will work on a hole THIS tight?”  Politely, she removed her finger so that her sister could try.

       Sara gladly accepted the invitation and thrust in her finger more roughly than Jane had.  With the look of a delighted-but-concerned scientist, Sara pumped and twirled her finger inside Amy’s tight bottom.  She ignored the girl’s incoherent protests while she calculated some sort of conclusion.

       “Ladies,” Sara smiled, “this naughty, little bottom will be my greatest achievement ever.  This scrawny hole was born for expanders!”

       Upon hearing this news, all the women had a good laugh together.

       Cherin looked on in disbelief, hoping this Amy chick would steal the limelight for good.

       From her useful pockets, Sara pulled out a small, metallic piece of something.  In shape and size, it looked like a bishop from a chess set.  Sara didn’t let Amy see it, but everyone else–including Cherin–knew where that piece was headed.  Carefully, she rubbed the piece up and down Amy’s inner thighs, gathering all the excess tabasco sauce that had run down her legs.  When she felt it had been coated enough, Sara placed the “bishop’s” knobby head against Amy’s pink pucker.  Pretending Amy was a champagne bottle, the cruel woman pounded Amy’s new “cork” in with a single blow, making Amy yelp horribly.  The flat, metallic end, of course, remained on the girl’s exterior.

       “My, you’re like a pro,” Barb marveled while her daughter bawled.

       Sara winked, “I AM a pro.”

       “I believe it!  Now, I think this naughty girl needs some time to ponder her insubordination.  We’ve given her enough reminders for now.  Besides, one of my naughty daughters is entirely overdue for some major discipline.”

       “Oh, I, for one, haven’t forgotten,” said Jane, smirking at big-breasted Jennifer.

       Observing how quickly they shifted interest, Cherin wondered if these sadistic women could ever be satiated.  Surely, there was enough new blood to keep them busy for the rest of the night.  Right?