Author's note: There is one more completed chapter that will be published within days. Part seven is rough and in the hands of an editor. Parts 8-10 are rough and not finished and will hopefully eventually see the light of the day. This will bring to the end the time of Katie and her friends in the Mint. They are sold and this brings to end the story of the Mint but not the story of Katie et al. This continues, I had planned two additional books but a change in jobs removed the leisure to focus. The rest of the story is finished in outline form including a satisfying ending. This will be published in the form of an epilogue. Hopefully someone will step up and complete the final books. Readers if one of your favorite authors seems suitable for the task please message them.
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Enjoying the last bit of breakfast and sipping on their coffee, Rachel turned to Katie.
"I don't know whether to thank you or to scratch your eyes out." Katie looked back quizzically. "Last night, that sex, they had me all trussed up and the guy played with me. It was just... I don't think I ever had it so awesome! I'm already getting horny and I'm thinking about the next time I'm getting fucked. What have you done to me?" She glared at Katie.
Katie smiled, "I didn't do anything that wasn't going to happen anyway. I told you, 4Y over there resisted like crazy for three weeks and look at her now; she's hot to try whatever else they roll out. It was going to happen. All I did was save you the grief and help you get off that stupid short chain as soon as possible."
"Yeah, this thing is the shit!" Rachel grimaced. "What about you? How was your time with the guys last night?"
Katie smiled and began a blow by blow recount of her time with the new guy. As she recounted the adventure, Katie felt herself warming up. She spread her legs.
Rachel winced. "Are you going to do that again?!"
"What?" said Katie.
"Flaunt your pussy."
"Oh, sorry," said Katie, tucking her legs closer together. "Sorry, it's sort of second nature here. You'll get used to it."
After breakfast was cleared away, Abby came back and squatted between Katie and Robin and handed them each a realistic looking dildo.
"Okay girls, time to take the next step in your anal training. I want you guys playing with these things in your asses during the M session today. Go ahead, I'll let you both on a slider, clean up well inside and out before the M session starts."
Robin whined, "Can I get D... you know who, over here to help me with this?"
Abby smiled and shook her head. "No, we already played that card. I don't think I can pull that off. The trick here," said Abby, "is when you insert these things, they're not going to pop through. The girth of them will continue to hold your sphincter opened. Just relax into it and keep that ass relaxed. Move it in and out, because that's what'll be happening when you get fucked in the ass. As far as any guys coming in here to help, well, you are free to imagine whoever you want doing it to you." Abby winked and left the pair.
After lunch, six orderlies showed up, five of them towing pieces of equipment, spreading out and going to the various exercise areas for the different lines. Fred went from one to the other, obviously supervising the installation of the new equipment. Katie peered over.
"Oh boy, here they are," she said.
"What's that?" said Robin.
"The Kegel exercising machines they told me about. They're installing them on all the lines; it looks like you all get to play with them too.
"Good grief, another humiliation," groaned Robin.
After all the machines were set up, Rodger took the mic. "Girls, please direct your attention to the video. I'm going to show you some clips of champion vaginal muscle lifters."
Katie and the girls watched in awe as various ladies were shown, both clothed and unclothed, but with a cable hanging out of their pussy, being attached to large bricks, several large containers of water and finally a picture of a lady with metallic weights between her legs.
"There's the champion," said Rodger. "20 kilograms - over 40 pounds. And no, we don't expect you to do that. Our expectation is, for virtually all you girls that are on chains to at least obtain 20 pounds of lift. To sweeten the deal, the first girl that makes it to 20 pounds gets her choice of a guy to spend the night with. I've already developed the program with 3Y. 3Y, I'll have you instruct the senior students and then they can instruct the others." Shortly, Katie found herself instructing Abby and Stacy at the machine.
"Once you get over the embarrassment of the silly thing, it's kind of fun," said Katie. "And apparently, once we get really well-trained on them, it will take our sexual experience to a whole new level. Plus, with that kind of control over our vaginal muscles, what we'll be able to do to the guys is unreal,"
Katie proceeded to instruct them on how the equipment worked, how to log on and how many repetitions to start with. There was a plastic, laminated card fixed to the equipment which provided a four month plan.
"I guess I'll never quite have it," said Abby wistfully. "I'll only be here for a couple of weeks or so."
"Well, you can get started and work on it later."
Abby grinned at Katie. "Which reminds me, I'd like to get you involved in a little fun today."
"Oh no!" said Katie.
Abby laughed. "Oh, come on. You'll like it. I need you to help Z discipline a guy for the first time."
"Discipline?"
"Yeah, as in spank."
"Oh, I knew that was coming," said Katie. "But you're going to have me doing it first, before somebody spanks me?"
"Yeah, why not? Kind of get you the feel of the other side of the paddle." Abby smiled. "Besides, it will teach you that spanking is fun."
"I already know that! I thoroughly enjoyed seeing you spanked the other night."
Abby made a fake grimace. "Oh, be quiet about that!" She escorted Katie over to the Z line and fixed her chain to the Z line slider cable, after introducing her to Z. When Abby departed, Z handed Katie a pair of glasses.
"Here, put these on and pull them down low on your nose. There's no prescription."
"What's this for?"
"It's just play acting. We'll pretend to be extremely severe teachers. Here are our straps." Z handed Katie a length of leather with lines drawn on it and numbers to make it look like a ruler.
"Cute," said Katie.
"Listen, the guy they're bringing us is pretty new. This will be his first spanking. What we need to do is make sure he's extremely horny at all times. We'll be playing with his cock, sucking on it; whatever it takes. We want him rigid through the process. If he goes limp on us, stop spanking and we get him hard again. Got it?"
"Sure," smiled Katie. "It actually sounds kind of fun."
"Well, there's a reason for all that. We want to make him look forward to spankings."
"I see..." said Katie. "I suppose they're going to do the same with me."
"You're a bright girl." Z winked and leaned in closer. "By the way, I'm a Katie too, but you can call me Kat, Kat Throbs[J1] . I would appreciate it if you remembered my name when you escape from this stupid place. And yes, I already know your name."
B3 was escorted by the orderly towards Katie and Z. He was more slender than most of the guys at The Mint, but still had a note of an athlete about him, more of a runner than a body lifter. His handsome face was framed by dark brown, longish hair and a closely cropped beard.
He was obviously stimulated by the presence of so many nude females on display. His cock bounced as he walked and garnered the attention of the females. Z touched the remote and a cable unwound over their heads, coming down. The orderly fastened B3's hands on the cable which Z then caused to tighten, as the newcomer obviously looked nervous over this new procedure. When the guy's arms were tightly secured to the ceiling, Kat leaned in, gently fingering the tip of his erect cock.
"And what's your name, good looking?"
"Greg Paulson," he blurted.
"Very good, Greg. This is Katie Wellington. Let's all remember to remember each other's names when we get out of here."
"Thank you," said Greg. "Very pleased to meet you."
Kat smiled. "You might not be so pleased when we finish with you." Greg looked worried. "Do you know why you're here?"
"Yes," said Greg. "I'm supposed to be punished."
"Punished for what?"
"They say I talk too much. I'm always explaining things. They call me Mr. TMI."
"Hmm, sounds pretty serious. Yes, I have a note to that effect. One of the comments said, when someone asks you to open the door, you're going to give them a detailed description on how the door latch works. You know, in real life, people really don't want to hear all this minutia." [J2] Greg looked down.
"Well, I thought it would be good for people to know some stuff."
"What you think people ought to know and what people want to know is really vastly different, young man." Kat pulled her glasses down the bridge of her nose and peered over at him and started slapping the leather ruler on her hand. Greg gulped twice and his dick seemed to soften slightly. Kat tapped his cock slightly and indicated to Katie, "Get that thing hard, use your tongue."
Soon Katie was on her knees, the tip of her tongue emerging and connecting along Greg's shaft. Cock hardness resumed. Meanwhile, Kat had taken a spreader and was pushing Greg's legs apart and attaching it between them to his ankle bracelets.
"Nice job!" admired Kat as Greg's cock exhibited a stiff position. She delivered a healthy swat to Greg's left buttock.
"Oww!" squealed Greg. "That hurt!"
Kat smiled. "Well, what do you expect? A tickling?"