Hannah was worried: she hadn't heard from Emily in over a week, and neither had Nicole or Ashley. They texted, emailed, or skyped every single day, but now nothing. There was no reason Emily would vanish without explanation unless something had happened to her. Every day that passed made Hannah more anxious for her friend, but what could she do?
For yet another evening Hannah sat in her dorm room drumming her fingers and pondering her options. Her roommate Cam was out partying (as always) and had long since given up on inviting Hannah. Why was she such a bore? Didn't she like boys? Hannah sighed and rubbed her forehead. At least she didn't have to evade Cam's teasing tonight.
Hannah's phone beeped at the top of the hour. Without interrupting her thoughts, Hannah absentmindedly laid back on her bed and spread her legs. Her fingers found the ring between her butt cheeks and carefully slid the softstone plug out of her ass. She enjoyed the feel of the heavy plug forcing her anus open as the thick base pulled out and the tapered tip trailed behind. She inhaled and slowly pressed the plug back into her ass, relaxing to accept the warm stone. The thick base cleared her anus and the plug was sucked in past the neck, finally catching on the flattened pull-ring that rested between her cheeks.
Hannah repeated the withdrawal and insertion nine more times, unconsciously controlling her breathing and her sphincter as she worked the plug in and out. Ten times every hour, 24 hours a day. She could do it in her sleep. Dr. Wilcox said the plug was part of her anal training, and part of her pussy restriction since her rebellious orgasm a few weeks ago. She wasn't allowed to touch her pussy or her clitoris until she could orgasm from the butt plug alone. The white stone was covered in ridged, silvery etchings that felt incredible sliding in and out, but no matter how she moved it she couldn't quite reach orgasm. Still, it felt good....
Hannah continued playing with the plug for several minutes, but eventually gave up when her pussy started demanding attention. She wasn't going to disobey Dr. Wilcox again. She let the plug slip back into her ass and reluctantly dropped her legs on the bed. It felt good, substantial, inside her, and more comfortable than the resonance inducer -- but what she wouldn't give to have that back for just a few minutes.
Her mind was wandering when there was a rapid knock at the door. Her butt clenched involuntarily as it always did when wearing the plug. Could people tell? No way. It kept her pussy wet and aroused constantly, but no one could notice that. Her best friend, Stephanie, hadn't said anything yesterday when they hung out, and she definitely would have if she noticed anything weird.
There was another knock at the door, more insistent, and Hannah put the plug out of her mind as much as possible. She flattened her dress down and opened the door expecting to see another student from her dorm, but instead it was a tall man in a black coat.
"Hey Hannah," Heron said and pushed his way in, closing the door behind him. Hannah backed away and frowned. She hadn't seen him since their practice session with the inducer.
"What do you want?" she asked. "I know you told Dr. Wilcox."
Heron looked out the window and then turned to Hannah. "About your illegal orgasm? Nah. But it's interesting that he knew, isn't it? Successful experiment. Good piece of data."
"He hung me out a fucking window in a thunderstorm, you know," Hannah yelled, surprising both of them. "Don't experiment on me again."
Heron held his hands up in front of his body as if to ward off the screaming girl. "A storm, huh? You're mixed up with the wrong crowd if you don't want to be experimented on," he said, and his eyes turned down towards her crotch. Hannah was used to guys checking her out, but Heron always seemed to see more than others. She unconsciously crossed her knees, and the movement wiggled the plug in her ass pleasurably enough that she bit her lip. "Anyway, you know more now than you did before," Heron continued, returning his eyes to Hannah's face. "You should thank me."
Hannah shivered, remembering the terrifying hours she had spent suspended 200 feet above the ground, upside down, while Dr. Wilcox cropped her pussy. No, the worst of it was after he stopped, after he left her there, hanging with her legs spread under the malevolent shadow he had shown her in the storm clouds. When the shadow descended -- what happened? Hannah rubbed her head again.
Heron stared at her. "Are you ok?"
"Like you care," Hannah said. "What do you want?"
"Geez. Anyway. Dr. Wilcox is sending me to check on your friend Emily," he said, pulling some papers from his pocket. "I got you a ticket. Want to come?"
"Yes!" Hannah said immediately, lunging for the ticket in Heron's hand just as he pulled it back.
"One catch: you have to be nice to me," he said, holding the ticket up over his shoulder.
Hannah glared and crossed her arms. "I can be nice if you can."
"Why should I be nice? I've got the tickets," Heron grinned.
What a dick. "Whatever then, fine, be an asshole. I'll be as sweet as candy."
Heron waved the ticket in front of her face. "And I want to hear every detail about the punishment for your orgasm."
"Why?"
"Because I want to learn more about the things in the storms," he said, looking into her eyes. "Ah ha! You know what I mean. Also, I want to jerk off later thinking about you."
Hannah swung her foot out to kick him in the shin but Heron dodged aside. "Pervert! Ugh, I hate you. Fine. I'll tell you what I saw, but you have to tell me what you know, too." Hannah took a deep breath and collected herself.
"Deal," Heron said, and handed over a ticket. "You can start being nice to me now."
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The flight was an ordeal. Hannah needed to access the plug hourly but didn't want her bare butt touching the airplane seats, so she changed into a longer dress. Dr. Wilcox would certainly understand that she couldn't mess with the plug while standing in a security line, right?
Heron insisted that she tell the story of her punishment on the plane, so she did it in a whisper. At least they were in first class and didn't have to share a row with anyone. Heron asked her detailed questions about the minutiae of her reactions to the cropping -- mental and physical -- thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
"The first time he hit your clit, did your thighs contract or your tummy?" At first Hannah was surprised by the strangely detailed anatomical questions, but she did her best to accommodate his weird interest. She couldn't remember most of the details he asked for, to his mild frustration.
