"I signed up for this," she told herself. But standing naked in the tiled room surrounded by trainers, Red was beginning to feel doubtful. This was not the time for fears though, it was too late. Last night she had come to the convention and followed all the procedures: signed consent, video consent, verbal agreement to all parts of the training. And the last step: verbal consent to the 72 hr boot camp. Within 15 minutes of the final consent she had been handcuffed and shackled and carried by two large men into a small hotel room. There her clothes were cut off and she was marched into training room one: a large, tiled room that had probably once been an industrial kitchen. Now there were 12 naked bodies in here and many more clothed in the robes of the secret fraternity: Pleasure Cult.
A woman stepped in front of her. "I am Gretchen, your female assistant. We will clean you." She was yelling, the room was filled with similar shouts. "You will not speak, you will not move without permission. You will not respond to a question unless it is ended with a specific request to do so. Do you understand?" Red stood motionless. Out of the corner of her eye she saw less intelligent creatures being slapped for answering. Gretchen nodded her approval. "Good, a smart one. Get in the chair."
The chair looked like the examination chair in a doctor's office. She was unshackled by Gretchen and then got into the chair. With her heels in the stirrups, Gretchen fastened soft shackles around Red's ankles and then bound her arms to the arm rests. With the push of a button the chair whirred mechanically and shifted, thrusting her buttocks forward, spreading her legs wide and lowering her head until it was level with Gretchen's thighs.
Gretchen stood above and looked down at her. She glared, "now we'll see if you can take boot camp." She walked back around to Red's legs and Red noticed mirrors placed above and behind her head; she would see everything.
The first hour was nothing beyond expectation. She was shaved and then waxed around her anus. A male helper then inserted the hard plastic tube of a colonic. She was washed out repeatedly and then Gretchen used a soft bottle brush. She pushed the 4 inch long implement deep into Red's rectum a dozen times. Each time dipping it in extremely hot water. Final she was satisfied the colon was clean. Red was douched four times, with no readjustment of the seat. The cleaning solution flowed freely out of her vagina, soaking the chair; but was soaked up with towels before dripping into her face.
After an hour, Red was clean. The was demonstrated by a white flag anchored by a short, slim pole inserted into her vagina. Gretchen walked away and stage 2 of boot camp began.
Stage two was simply signaled by a flashing of the lights. There had been no cries of pain during the first hour, which lulled the cadets into a sort of sensual rest. But stage two was the awakening. Red felt the flag being pulled out of her body in a flash. She looked in the mirror and saw a man of enormous proportions. "I am Chad, your male attendant. You will receive anal training now."
Chad's hands were in purple surgical gloves, they must have been special ordered to fit his huge hands. He stood between red's legs and began massaging a lubricant onto her clit. The lubricant smelled strongly of mint or eucalyptus and quickly made the whole region tingle. Chad then covered her index finger with the lube and inserted it into Red's anus. One requirement of the Pleasure Cult was new members had to anal virgins. A doctor had used a speculum on her initial entrance exam to verify that she was not a vaginal virgin, and had inserted a few slim objects into her rectum to supposedly verify the tightness. But Chad's finger was an inch around and several inches long. Red yelped. Chad made no facial expression. Instead he asked his young female assistant to bring him the training tools.
