Mr. Thomas' voice was warm and approving and Ellie was learning her first lessons; that she didn't have any choices left. That Mr. Thomas wanted her to be a good girl.
Shaking and helpless, Ellie was desperate to please him. She didn't understand why, it wouldn't stop him from doing these horrible things to her but she struggled to obey when he put his finger inside her, like her most private parts were his property to play with. He made notes, like a tutor grading her lessons. He praised her with terrible promises.
Ellie's throat worked as she watched him work, felt his finger stroking her hole, wet and warm, and she quivered, arching involuntarily. His stern voice reminded her to behave, she just ... she just didn't know how. She closed her eyes tremors running through her bare body, sweat dampening her forehead and felt the hard round pressure against her anus.
Ellie whined, a soft sound, but the pressure was firm, steady, insistent. Despite herself, her tightly clenched hole eased open in response, delicate muscle quivering, stretching ... Ellie gave a sudden squeal as the first bead popped in. She thrashed, gasping around the gag because it was the most horrible feeling in the world.
Worst of all, it didn't hurt. There was just this sense of pressure, of presence, of something inside her and the dreadful knowledge that more was to come.
Ellie's eyes popped open, searching Mr. Thomas' face, full of desperate plea. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, down her temples to tangle in her dark hair like diamonds. She wanted to be good, she did but oh, please, not this. Not this.
Mr. Thomas wanted her to be good and she felt his fingers again at her hole, pressing the next bead up against her. She'd have to be good with this, too.
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The first bead slipped easily in. Milly cried out, long and hard begging him with her eyes for him to stop. Her bumhole contracted around the bead clamping down.
"Good girl! Now for the second one, relax yourself now." He told her calmly.
It took almost a whole minute for her to relax but when she did Mr Thomas was able to slip the second bead into her amidst another squeal. The third followed the second, then a fourth before he met too much resistance. Milly was crying, her legs trembling, her fingers and toes flexing as he pushed the beads deeper and deeper into her body. With each new bead, her squeals became a higher pitch, this bitch had an excellent pair of lungs! Perhaps she could already sing? It had been a while since the last song bird was able to sing for the Farmsworths during a feast, she had served out her sentence and was sad to have left their service.
Milly's hips were jiggling in place, was she getting off to this? Her juicy little cunt was inches from his face and he could smell her musky excitement as well as see her lubrication slowly leaking out of her and onto his hand.
"You've been very good Milly!" he told her to encourage her. He took a firm grip of the beads in his hand, bracing his other across her pale thigh. "Time to remove these and then we'll give you the reaction test, to see how responsive you are."
Then he pulled them slowly out.
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Each bead he pushed in forced the rest deeper and Ellie squealed and wailed as he filled her with them. She kept trying to squirm away, the beads moving against each other jostled and shifted inside, hips bouncing as she wiggled, ass cheeks quivering. The sense of pressure kindled a sweet, low ache inside her; Ellie's pussy was flushed and plump, lips slick as her body betrayed her under the Kennel Master's watchful eye. How much could she take?
Then Mr. Thomas' hand was on her thigh, fingers digging firmly into trembling flesh, and a shudder ran through Ellie as she felt the drawing tension as he pulled on the beads. Her cries rose to a piercing wail as the beads popped from her anus, one after the other after the other. The tight muscle of her anus pulsed and twitched, stretching wide to release each bead as it popped out, clamping down, only to be immediately forced wide again. Her hips lifted from the table, following the tug of the beads, in a confused mix of unwilling pleasure and shock. When the last popped free, Ellie was sobbing in heartfelt despair. She didn't understand why he'd done that and she didn't understand why she she felt so throbbing and hot and ... shamefully aroused. Ellie kept her eyes closed now, she couldn't bear to look at the man and see him between her legs, looking at her.
She heard the pen scratching in that horrid little book and her shame flamed high again, thinking of him recording all this - everything he was doing, for anyone to see. The clatter of more objects, a faintly metallic clink made Ellie open her eyes; she was too curious for her own good. Mr. Thomas looked pleased as he held up a slim metallic rod, much like the dildo in shape though it didn't grow so fat. Wires trailed from it and Ellie looked at the whole set up in bewilderment, though she wasn't surprised as he lowered the shaft between her legs. "Easy now, girl," he said.
The metal was cold and Mr. Thomas didn't use any lubricant, Ellie didn't need it right now. She shuddered, fists clenching as she tugged on the straps, while the cold shaft parted the warm lips of her pussy and slid deep inside. After the beads, Ellie felt strangely unsettled and the pressure of the dildo was ... comforting. Her pussy squeezed down on the shining shaft, body craving the fullness, even if Ellie's heart didn't want it.
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Mr Thomas worked methodically, checking that the wires weren't frayed or damaged, making sure they were in the correct positions. Milly's pussy was wet, her lips already spread, twitching, almost pleading to be filled.
No lubrication needed, the copper shaft slipped easily into her all the way to the hilt with the accompaniment of a low moan of pleasure. She shivered at the coldness of its metallic touch, even as the heat from her own body started to warm it. Another few wires were produced with small crocodile clips on the end. Leaning over Mr Thomas applied these onto her stiff little rosebud nipples, slowly letting them close down on her fragile flesh. As the pressure of the clips increased, so did the pitch of her yelp of pain. Soon she was panting as the second one went on, fresh tears tracking down her elfin face and dripping into the thick dark hair.
