Chapter 3. Letting go(or First Orgasm of Marjorie ever, plus Gretel's feast)
Gretel was in big problems. It all started the first day. She kept doing things wrong since the first test. When she was being de-clothed she even burst a laughter because the scissors were tickling. But after the 25th wem, her body was all heated up and she started sweating, feeling something that had never taken form in her imagination. She didn't get pain any longer, her blood was pumping everywhere and her nipples were on fire. By the 40th, without any warnings from the hooded men, her body elapsed in a continuous orgasm that lasted the last 10 wems and kept for another minute or two.
Of course she didn't name it and didn't know why it had happened, but she knew she had never felt better in her life. Of course she didn't want to tell it to the psychologist and lied saying that it was awful and shameful, but in reality she was looking forward to be punished again and couldn't understand why. All the staff new they had found a true masochist slave and were celebrating it, but they knew the protocol and the rest of the week she was to be treated like anyone else in the 31 day program.
When her arms were tied in the back, her nipples came to life and she even tried to rub them against the psychologist thinking that it wouldn't be noticed, but she was dealing with experts and every single move was being registered in her file. When Helga told her not to lift her head, she nodded, which brought her 10 pifs even before her trainer was there.
Now, she was in real trouble. Her assigned trainer, Henry; was the most sadist of all and she didn't know it, but her biggest concern was the fact that she didn't want to go back to reality. That dark room, her nakedness and all about it were where she wanted to be, but how could she abandon her family and friends?
Her trainer appeared and she started doing everything wrong, she lifted her head 4 times between the room and the gym, she came twice when the trainer touch her cunt and once with every pinch with the needle. Once all was over, she had 400 wems and 375 pifs on her personal account, before being taken back to her room.
After an agonizing time waiting, finally her trainer came with some food and water, released her from the ceiling and the dildo gag and fed her, so she could rest . She fell asleep in the floor for a couple of hours until her trainer came back. Given that she was on the floor, he just took the leash and made her crawl to the common room.
When they arrived, she received the order to open her legs, still in a dog-like position. A very thin dildo was introduced in her anus, that made her cry immediately. Once it was in place, a man came with a 6 ft sharp-edged whip . -Don't move, you little whore, this is what you deserve. You are nothing but a piece of meat and we want really red meat to fuck.- It was the first time she was not tied at all, and she stood still, waiting for what she knew, would be pifs.
The whip was bigger and the ends sharper, so the pain was more intense. She started cuming by the 10th and still had 365 to go. The dildo inside her anus was contributing big and soon she got into a big trance, separated from the real world, beyond her own conscience, her anus eating and her skin pulsing in every square inch. She was craving to be touched in her breasts and she was leaving a pond all over her.
When the counting reached 150, she got a break and she received several buckets of really cold water all over her body, Then she was lifted and put in wem position, unable to move, and the dildo was removed. She then saw what she could have never believe she would see. She was gagged so she couldn't say anything, but just in front of her, Marjorie was being put in place for her pifs.
She had never seen her friend in so much trouble, and 175! Well, she still had 225 to go besides her wems, but Marjorie was different. She knew it was going to be hard to be there without any ties, and able to move, but why did she have to see the show? she looked for her eyes and knew that if they met, she would get some support. How did she manage to get 175? she had always been the most obedient of the 3 of them, following the rules and pleasing parents and teachers and now she was getting a big punishment.
There were about 200 men watching, and when the dildo was introduced, Gretel could see the tears rolling from her eyes, but she didn't move and she didn't cry. Her trainer started with the counting and she kept her statue like attitude. But Gretel was just fascinated with the show, more than anybody else. She was feeling guilty for enjoying it, but her heart was pumping so fast she started having orgasms. She tried to be discrete, but her fluids kept getting out and out. She saw her friend's skin shiver and shivered with her.
Marjorie was offered a break when they reached the 100, but preferred to finish all of them at once and rest, so another trainer took over, this time stronger and taking more time between one another. Her dignity was unbreakable, she didn't want to get in any more trouble. Finally, after the 175th pif, water came in and she was cooled down. She was placed in front of Gretel and until that time she noticed her.
The 2 friends looked at each other and tried to communicate with the eyes. They couldn't read each other's, though, because the experience was being different for both of them. It was time for Gretel to get 150 wems. The intensity of the pain was lower, and she felt ashamed of having her friend watching her cum, so she tried harder than ever to keep self control.
She wanted her friend to enjoy the show and convert the pain in electricity running through her body, but her friend's energy was so strong that pity could actually calm her down. Once she received the 150 wems, she was left there to see Marjorie's wems too, only 20. Her cooled and wet skin got even more swollen, but compared to the previous torment, that was just to relax her down. She was done, taken by the leash in the neck back to her room and given a couple of books to read for the rest of the day. Gretel's punishment was still less than half way through.
She was released from her ties and asked for standing on her knees again. Once her friend was gone, it was as if her switch had been turned back on. But her trainer was cruel, and this time, he wouldn't allow her to cum. If she did, she would spend a whole day in isolation. She closed her eyes and imagined her friend staring at her. The dildo was bigger than the previous and the hits were harder, it took her all her strength to contain herself.
After the 125th, the trainer said she could cum and the explosion was the biggest they ever had had in plenty years. Everybody could share the feeling, the energy reached even the girls locked in their rooms, who would never know why they did receive such an intense wave all of a sudden.
Gretel didn't stop cuming until the other 100 pifs were done. She was now craving for a man to fuck her, she was craving all of them to do so, but she knew that was not going to happen. Soon all this camp would be behind her and she would be going to college, having a fiancΓ©e and living at home, and the sole thinking of that made her cool down. When she received the remaining wems, she was in a hypnotic state of mind. She thought of Daisy and wondered why she hadn't been taken there. She knew Daisy didn't belong there and that she had been transferred to a longer training, but could she survive?
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