Chapter Seventeen -- After Hell Week
Laura and Kaitlyn were the first to make it back to their room Sunday afternoon.
"Have fun?" Laura asked the teenager.
"More than that," Kaitlyn sighed dreamily. "I fell in love."
"Sounds wonderful," Laura grinned, dying to tell her own story but sensitive to
the youngster's need.
"Oh, it was! I mean we _did_ have sex. Lots of it. And it was great and I had
lots of orgasms but I.. I didn't expect it to be so great, the sex, I mean. I
mean, like _Wow_! But I think that the sex was better partly because I really do
love Bruce. I really do. And he loves me. He even said it like he means it."
The oldest and youngest in the room were still in animated conversation when Kim
came in looking melancholy. "Are you OK?" Laura asked her.
"Yes," she sighed.
"So tell me about it."
"Well, he came and then he came. I got off but, well, it was like there was
something missing all weekend. We can hardly talk about anything but sex."
"Bruce and I talked a lot about sex, too," Kaitlyn chimed in excitedly,
interrupting. "And we did a lot of sex, too. But I got all of my homework done.
Well, most of it, at least. We still haven't figured out how we're going to make
enough to move out of our homes and.. No, let me rephrase that. We don't know
how we're going to make a home for ourselves. But we came up with some ideas and
we're going to try. Hard."
"And I can have multiple orgasms," she bragged, smiling. "When Bruce licks me
down there, I just go into orbit. He wanted to do it when we did it so much he
couldn't get hard again and then it'd make him hard doing it, like, I mean,
licking me, and then we'd do it."
"You mean fuck," Kim told her.
"Yeah," the pregnant girl smiled. "We tried all sorts of positions. And you know
what? Bruce likes it when I diddle myself while we're doing it, fucking, I mean.
He gets off on me getting off and it was like, Wow! I wanted to go home with him
but we decided that I'd finish here because if it's this good after just a week,
well, maybe it'll be that much better if I stay, you know?"
"What the..?" Laura gasped as two men carried Darlene into the room and
unceremoniously dumped her on her bed. "What happened to you?"
Darlene struggled to sit up. It was hard with her wrists cuffed behind her back
and her ankles shackled together. Her feet were covered by demi-boots with
five-inch heels and wrap-around ankle straps that were secured with small
padlocks that locked a short chain between her ankles. "I left early and didn't
come back on time," she told Laura, laughing.
"I hope it was worth it," Laura said seriously.
"So do I," Darlene agreed. "But it was great to spend a couple of days at home.
Really great."
Just then, a senior came in to unlock Darlene's wrists from behind her back but
only after securing her left wrist in a cuff attached to a long chain secured to
the wall. "You may need this," the senior snickered, leaving a porcelain chamber
pot beside the bed.
"I guess I'd better finish some assignments," Laura sighed, going to her desk to
write the mandated essays on her weekend experience. The others agreed and got
to work, even Darlene.
-=*=-
At 6 a.m. on Monday, all the alarm clocks on all the headboards started blasting
at once. The posted schedule didn't give them much time to clean up and eat
breakfast. The first class was at seven.
Three staff members came for Darlene, but one was sufficient as the chubby wife
passively let them put a chain around her belly and secure her wrists to it with
nylon cuffs and short chains. She somehow managed to make it to the bathroom,
avoiding use of the chamber pot. But no one released her from her bondage and
the short chains wouldn't allow her to wash herself properly or even wipe her
butt. She barely managed to bend over far enough to brush her teeth, pulling
firmly against the belly chain.
When they got to breakfast, they found places designated for them with cardboard
signs on the tables. Everyone but Kaitlyn, Laura, and Kim found a special seat
awaiting them that looked somewhat like a rubber bicycle seat with a long rubber
finger toward the back and a fat, oddly shaped hump up front. "For those of you
who acted like assholes this weekend, we have a reminder for you," Clarice told
them sternly. "I'd butter those up a bit before you sit down."
After a week in the nude, the freshman class had gotten over much of their
modesty and embarrassment. "I'll just stand," Maria said softly.
"Sit down!" Clarice ordered.
'Butter up' was meant literally because the only lubricant available was butter.
And if they used it on the rubber shafts, there was none left for their biscuits
or pancakes. All of the women found it difficult to settle onto the things. Most
tried clenching their butt cheeks to prevent penetration by the rubber finger.
Maria slid down her seat to bend the finger over between her cheeks until
Clarice noticed and insisted she "sit down properly." Maria feigned ignorance.
"Not a word out of any of you," Clarice snapped loudly. "For those of you who
couldn't even manage to follow a few simple rules there is punishment. Deborah.
Stand up." Debbie shot up. "You will demonstrate the proper way to be seated.
Bend forward slightly and clasp your buttocks, pulling them open. That's it.
Wider. Now slowly lower yourself. Bend your knees so your bottom comes straight
down. That's better. Since you just used the toilet, nothing's going to come out
when the 'finger of fate' touches your anus. Push out as if you're trying to go
to the bathroom to open yourself up and then sit. Do it!" One by one,the women
had to go through the humiliating ritual, some of them several times.
Breakfast was buffet style that morning. Wendy figured Clarice had set it up
that way to make them repeat the ritual of penetrating their butt holes. The
front bump made them keep their legs opened and pressed against their pussies,
causing a short, fat protuberance to press against their pussy holes just enough
to stretch them partly open without complete penetration. The whole experience
was uncomfortable and thoroughly humiliating.
Breakfast was interrupted many times as Clarice berated each of the women for
her weekend sins, calling each to an adjacent table to bend over and receive a
spanking with a board-paddle like was once used for corporal punishment in
schools. The spanking was bad enough but enduring it in the dining room, bent
over so that everything was displayed, with twenty other women all around, that
was hardly bearable.
During the health class the first week, they were told to start with fruit or
salad at each meal to get healthy food into their bodies first. It seemed that
they had barely started eating the fruit salad that morning before breakfast was
over and they had to scrape the pancakes and bacon into separate trash cans for
some hog farmer who picked up waste food three times a week.
It was then that they learned that they would be cooks and dishwashers for the
next three weeks. Tina had been replaced by an even more evil looking woman, a
giant in knee boots, khaki colored jodhpurs, and a white bustier. She carried a
riding crop that she used often to hurry the women through their cleaning chores
as they washed the breakfast dishes and pans.
So began two weeks of terror and exhaustion. The women had thought that the
worst was over after their first three days. It was so nice to have hell week
end on the third day. They all enjoyed Thursday and Friday and the weekend. But
now they rushed from one activity to another, always being chastised for being
slow or late.
The first class was to be 'anal eroticism' but before the class started, they
had to accept more punishment. Jennifer, Maria, Wendy, and Debbie were called
out first.
"What were you told about safe sex?" Clarice demanded as Nancy, the giant in
jodhpurs, hovered over them threateningly. "It was a very simple exercise. A
little manual stimulation of the male genitals, stroke a penis until
ejaculation, and a written report were all that was required. Oral sex was
allowed only with a condom or dental dam. That was for your protection and you
four completely ignored the instructions."
The lecture seemed to last for hours. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"
Clarice demanded. "What do you think we should do about this? A spanking isn't
nearly enough punishment for potentially jeopardizing your health and the health
of every other person you have intimate contact with for the rest of your lives.
You could..."
It was humiliating and demeaning. All four of the women had tears rolling down
their cheeks before Clarice got to the point. "Since you couldn't seem to
remember something as simple as rubbers, I've decided that we will help remind
you. Put these on." She handed each of them a beige colored 'thing' made of
latex rubber.
At first, they couldn't even figure out what the 'things' were but as they
straightened them out, the four discovered that they were pullover dresses,
simply cut and sleeveless. The rubber wasn't much heavier than a condom. Putting
them on was a struggle and when they had them on, it was like being encased in a
condom from neck to mid-thigh, their breasts squished under the tight, almost
transparent rubber.
Then the class started. And ended almost as quickly as it started when Clarice
discovered that Darlene was "nasty." So Clarice began another lecture on
supporting each other, loving each other, and taking care of each other. After
every one of them endured another spanking, this time with a leather 'swatter',
they were all sent back to the showers as a group to wash Darlene and 'her funky
butt hole.' The four in the latex dresses weren't allowed to remove them and
Darlene wasn't released from her bondage and, since it was their job now to
provide towels, there were no towels and they had to return to the classroom
dripping for another round of spanking because of their neglect of duty.
"You've totally ruined the schedule," Clarice berated them. "So to remind you
what horse's asses you are today, I think I'll provide a reminder. Bend over."
Nancy and Clarice ceremoniously inserted small butt plugs into each of the
women's anal orifices. The plugs were especially humiliating because of the
horse hair tail that hung to each of the women's ankles.
Bread making class followed, starting with a lecture by Peggy, a matronly
55-year-old woman, on 'the bread of life' and how important bread was to
families and marriages. Most of the women agreed that the smell of bread rising
was wonderful. They served all the other students lunch and had only a couple of
minutes to eat some salad before they had to clean up and go to exercise. Power
walking and jogging with butt plug tails was especially irritating and showering
in a latex condom dress was useless, leaving four of the women slick with their
own sweat and body oils.
Somewhere in the afternoon they watched a video about the clitoris and halfway
heard a lecture on cunnilingus and their homework assignments, more practice and
writing about how they felt about doing things to themselves. Clarice appeared
at the end of the class to scold them for inadequate writing about their
weekends and to administer another round of spankings just before the next
cooking class during which they prepared food for supper. By the time they
finished cleaning up, there was no time to complete all of the homework
assignments.
So the next morning, they endured more punishment, more work, and more classes.
They rushed from one activity to another. And everything got harder. There was a
class on graceful walking in high heels and they practiced by wearing heels for
everything but showers and physical fitness exercise. The height of the heels
increasing every day. And there were serious classes on hygiene and even a Red
Cross course on basic first aid and cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
The whole week was frantic for the freshmen. None of them got to see their
husbands for more than a couple of hours and the single women didn't get to
select a boy toy. The couplings were frantic but totally unsatisfactory. The
cooking and cleaning chores didn't end on weekends so they didn't get a break, a
chance to rest and recuperate.
The third week was just as frantic. At least the rubber dresses were finally
gone. But they could never seem to please Clarice or the other staff and spent
most of the week with something in their butts "to remind you what assholes you
are." Darlene was relieved of her bondage at the end of the third week with a
stern warning that it would be far worse if she violated the rules again.
The three weeks as freshmen ended and three weeks as sophomores began without
ceremony. They were assigned to 'dress up' for their husbands or boy toys if you
can call crotchless panties and transparent lace corsellettes dressing up. Most
of them managed an orgasm or two but the time with their husbands seemed kind of
empty and unsatisfying. They remained 'dressed up' in some obscene outfit
continuously.
During the fourth week, they were relieved of cooking chores by a new class of
freshmen but grounds-keeping chores were added. The quantity of sexual activity
kept going up but none of them enjoyed themselves very much. Reading and writing
assignments built up so that they were all punished with limited time with their
husbands at the end of the fourth week and stern instructions to please their
mates sexually so the men wouldn't stray.
-=*=-
"Get to work, Katy," Kim snarled as they pulled weeds, kneeling nude in front of
flowerbeds.
"Why?" Kaitlyn replied calmly, slowly pulling one weed while Kim had thrown two
hands full into the wheelbarrow. "No matter how much we do, they won't be
satisfied. Haven't you noticed? We all get punished no matter what we do or how
much."
"I'm not wearing one of those," Kim grinned evilly.
"It doesn't really hurt," Kaitlyn told her, squirming a little in the rubber
dildo thong, a large plug up her pussy and another buried in her asshole. "And
if I just don't give a hoot, it's kind of a turn on."
"You're nuts," Kim spat. "Now get to work before we get in even more trouble. If
you don't, I'll punish you worse than they do." She gave the young girl a
vicious slap across her bottom.
As expected, they were scolded for getting the toes of their high heeled shoes
dirty and were given a frigid hosing off outside before they went in for lunch.
Kaitlyn and Debbie were already plugged and sat in little saddle seats. The rest
of the women ceremoniously spread their cheeks and sat on rubber plugs that had
grown in size until it was almost painful to sit. But they were too exhausted to
not sit or to argue.
After lunch, Nancy told them all to get something to drink and then she herded
them into a room they had never been in before. It was one huge padded
conversation pit. There were soft cushions almost everywhere with a few hard
flat surfaces for their refreshments. Clarice was waiting, nude.
"Are you ready yet?" Clarice asked quietly, not yelling or scolding, as had
become the norm.
"For what," Laura sighed. Then her eyebrows furrowed and she almost yelled out,
"For what? More work? More spanking? More of whatever you tell us to do? How is
this shit making me a better wife?"
"Kaitlyn? Have you figured out what's going on?" Clarice asked.
"I figured out last week that no matter how much we do, you're never satisfied."
Clarice didn't say anything. She just looked around, waiting.
"It's like having five kids and a husband," Darlene spoke up. "You're always
running around and you can never get everything done. The first week here was a
pleasant break from my life. This isn't really that bad."
"It isn't?" Clarice asked. They expected a lecture but the older woman didn't
say anything else.
"I get it," Laura finally smiled. "This is a lesson, right? The whole thing. To
teach 'you can't be super woman' or something."
Clarice just smiled. "Get your toothbrush. Nothing else. And take off those
things. Meet me at the back of the gym in five minutes."
