She felt him move and then the bunny tail snapped against her inner cheeks.

"Let's see you ride that thing." He gave her a little pat of encouragement.

"Fuck, Cos!" She looked over at him, annoyed at how crude he was being. "That thing's huge! I've only had you in me, and you aren't nearly that big." She smiled to herself. Fuck you, asshole.

He hmphed a laugh and tapped her ass again. "If you need to get warmed up first, I can arrange it." He slapped her a little harder, holding the front of her thigh with his other hand.

The contact triggered a reaction she hadn't expected. His slap hadn't been hard, but the shock moved through her, tingling, followed by a familiar warmth. She jerked and then was surprised when her body moved back toward him. She shook her head, regretting it, even as she bent over, bending her knees slightly, grabbing her ankles with her hands. "Fuckkkkk." She exhaled, waiting for the next swat What have I turned into? When it didn't come, she looked up between her legs, her view of his face blocked by the bunny tail. You have to ask him! She almost shook her head again, closing her eyes, steeling herself for the humiliation, the tendril lifting. "Please," she exhaled again, "Cos. Please spank me." She breathed in, before adding, "hard. Please." She scrunched her face and shoulders waiting for the pain, relieved that his next slap wasn't as painful as she had anticipated.

"Thank you, Cos. FUCK! Thank you! YES! THANK YOU!" She realized the crew might be able to hear them, between the slaps and her yelling. She kept the next several exclamations quieter. And then he stopped suddenly.

"Why are you being so quiet, kitten?" He slid his hands under the tail to feel her lips swelling, slick and open.

"They...I...you...don't want them...to hear us...do you?" She was panting, the blood rushing to her head, increasing the throbbing, the glow from her cheeks radiating out, down and deeper into her.

He laughed softly, gently stroking her. "Yeah," he grunted, "that wouldn't do at all to have Slim come up here and see you like this, eh?"

She almost jerked up, but he'd kept his hand between her shoulders. "NO! Fuck Cos! You wouldn't!" There's no way he'd let that happen! And she realized he was fucking with her, making her feel even more vulnerable. She was getting wet, his fingers gently sliding across her lips, her clit swelling. The memory of Caroline's touches, the way her tongue played across her so different from his. Oh nooooo. And then the feeling of being entered, like the day before, and knowing it was Naomi, playing with her vibrator. Fuck! She must have run in after breakfast and started right in on it! It was distracting and weird and more intimate than she could handle: experiencing Naomi pleasuring herself while Cos took control of her training.

"All your holes. Wouldn't that be something, though?" Keep her on edge. Keep pushing. He left her to close the bookshelf, turning to stare at her, bent in half, holding her calves, waiting for him, her breathing irregular, choppy. Returning to stand behind her, he started slapping her again, further down on the fleshy part of her thighs, pinkening them and then further down toward the inside of her knees. Let her show off her kink. He smiled at how far she'd come, how much further she would be willing to go, her voice quavering with each slap, her willingness to play along no matter how much he humiliated her.

His slaps on her legs smarted, the pain different from how his hand felt on her cheeks, making her legs jerk a little. She just accepted it, knowing she'd asked for it, that he was in control. That he had even suggested getting his crew involved alarmed the small part of her brain that was still able to think clearly. No. Fucking. Way! Between slaps, between thanking him, she flitted to how terrible that would be, how she would definitely put a stop to it, the five words bubbling up for the second time that morning. But she didn't believe he meant it, and she realized that her denial of the possibility was more about how much she might want it, and that confused her further. The slaps kept coming, scrambling her thoughts. At least Complicit doesn't think it's a possibility. And then Naomi, pushing harder against her clit, the feeling so intense and alien, the memories from the night before rushing back: Jamie and Naomi going at it while Caroline kept bringing her over the edge. Through the pain and glow of her cheeks and thighs, through the memories and Naomi's impending climax she realized she wouldn't have to worry about Slim. Complicit would have shown it to her. She was sure of it. "Please...stop! Please, fuck! Cos! Please!" She was feeling faint from being upside down and hyperventilating. "Pomegranate!"

He stopped immediately, gently rubbing his calloused fingers on her pinkened skin, from her lower back down to the tops of her knees, sliding them inside her thighs to feel how slick she was getting. "I think you're wet enough. Show me how you fit on that."

She groaned, breathing in and out as deeply as she could manage, cramping as Naomi's orgasm washed through her, until she could push her hands against the front of her thighs to slowly stand up. Her eyes were tearing up and she knew her face must be as red as her backside but he has no idea what I've just felt! She ran her hands down her ass cheeks, feeling how hot the skin was. Turning to him, she blinked the tears away, trying to see his expression.

"Go on," he encouraged her, waving at the dildo. "Slide your hot wet cunt onto that thing. You fucked up last night. Let's get you back in the groove...er...get that back in your groove." He gently touched her shoulder. Get back on the horse, little kitten.

Emily couldn't focus, shaking her head slightly as she turned to the monster sticking up out of the floor. There's no way that'll fit in me. Her breath caught, somewhere between a sob and an inhale. I won't let him think I'm chickening out. You can do this. You can do this! The feeling wasn't shame or humiliation, she realized; the tendril hadn't gotten any stiffer. It was fear, an emotion she rarely experienced. It's okay. It's not that big. Babies come out of you. It's tiny compared to a baby!

She had reached the spot, standing over the thing, its blind eye looking up at her.

"Turn around so I can watch you slide it into you. Look at me when it's going in. I want you to tell me...tell them...how it feels as it fills that fucking cunt." He was smiling.

She could finally see his face; he wasn't being cruel. Just her trainer. Helping her. Guiding her. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What am I doing???? Punishing her. Just part of the training. But even as she was questioning the whole thing, she had turned, spread her legs and deepened into a squat, reaching down to hold the thing up to her open lips. It was firm, with a weird texture, the veins giving her fingers something to play with, the rest too smooth, too hard, unnatural. She tipped forward onto her knees, spreading her legs, spreading her lips, looking at him staring at her, nodding, waiting. "Oh god, Cos! It's too big!" She pushed the crown into her opening, peeling her inner lips apart to surround it. She was wet enough, but it was stretching her more than she'd expected. She held still, wondering if she was going to hurt herself by going any further. "It's too big," she begged quietly, "it'll split me apart."

"Keep going, kitten. It'll be fine. You know what to do if you need to. But you know what you want to do, don't you. You want to slide it into your open wet cunt, to prove you can follow directions, to prove you aren't a quitter, that you can take the punishment for screwing up." He nodded, encouragingly. "Seriously. Push your gaping hot hole onto it. Tell me how it feels."

She inhaled at how crude he was being, and how manipulative, and how she knew he was fucking with her, but remembering Complicit's image, being tied, impaled on it while he was taking her from behind, helped get her continue. Taking another breath, she pushed onto the crown until it had slipped past her opening, her lips curling around its rim, relaxing back a little. "Fuck!" she barked quietly, "it hurts, Cos. It's stretching my lips." The feeling was so different from what he felt like. So much bigger, so confusing, the crown pushing against the plug, pinching the muscle wall between her channels. It kept sliding deeper, her lips closing around the shaft, the previous sharpness of being stretched echoing away. Its veins rubbed her, the shaft stretched her inner labia, pushing against the thicker lips, pressing them both against her inner thighs. "FUCK!" She'd dropped a little faster than she'd expected, the member sliding in, pushing her muscles open. She'd tensed her glutes and curled her feet, her body reacting against the invader, her heels propping up against her buns, stabilizing her. She looked down to see the thing wasn't even half-way in. He spoke sharply, reminding her to look at him and she looked back, trembling from the position she was in. "Oh my god, Cos. It's filling me up. It's squeezing against the plug. I don't think I can go much deeper!"

She wasn't sure whether she could or couldn't, but the crown was opening her up in ways she'd never felt, could never have imagined feeling. It was past the plug, and the way the two played with the muscles sheathing her rectum and channel was confusing. She tentatively relaxed her feet a little, letting her butt drop down further, letting the dildo slide in. It wasn't painful now, just huge, her clit throbbed as the shaft pressed into it from inside. She dropped a little more, the crown pushing against another obstacle. It's against your cervix! She felt everything loosen up, the pressure easing a little, and she dropped again, feeling it push against her a second time. This time she felt a pulse of arousal, a sensation unlike anything she'd felt in the past. "Oh god! Cos! Fuck fuck fuck!" She held it there, rubbing it slightly, her clit swelling, her cunt juicing up, the butt plug pushing against the shaft, the crown pushing against her cervix.

She glanced down again, lowering her hands to the floor to help keep her from dropping any further. She was moaning, bouncing slightly to rub the thing against her insides, feeling the heat from the spanking. She looked up again, her eyes unfocused.

"Like that," he grinned. "I'm going to go back downstairs. You need to stay like that until I go to lunch. You understand why, right?" He waited until she nodded, her eyes closing as she tried to manage her breathing. "Oh. I forgot. Where's your phone?"

She looked up at him, alarmed. "Why?" Her eyes darting to her shorts.

He reached down and slipped it out of her pocket, handing it to her. "Open it up, please." He waited until she handed it back to him, obviously concerned. He opened a website, entered his credentials and handed it back to her. "Record your fingerprint." He waited while she hesitated confused by the request, and then complied. "Just in case you have to get back in. That should keep you entertained, maybe keep your mind off what's shoved up that greedy cunt. Or maybe not. Make sure to follow the directions." He waited until she'd looked back at him, her eyes wide, before he turned to leave. It's almost too easy. "You won't cum. Like we agreed yesterday, right? No orgasms until the weekend. It's just a couple of days. I'm sure you can do it."

He hadn't even left The Study when the dildo shifted inside her, moving on its own. She yelped in surprise. Looking down at the phone she saw a video had started, the camera framing a young woman, naked, of course, knees spread on the floor, straddling a device, perhaps like the one inside her. She clicked back to the beginning, turning up the volume, her free hand flying to cover her mouth. "Oh my fucking god, no...." The title sequence made her shiver: Training Your Cunt in 10 Easy Lessons.

The dildo's shaft swelled near the base, barely touching her lips. In moments the swelling entered her, traveling up the shaft until it reached the crown, which swelled, before retreating back down, outside her, only to repeat. She couldn't concentrate on the video, the rhythmic motion was too distracting, each wave as if the thing was ejaculating into her in slow motion. As the ridge of the swelling passed under her clit she'd squeeze her butt cheeks tight, unconsciously trying to press against it, to wring more out of it. She realized she was trying to drop further onto it, to bring the entire motion inside her.

The motion stopped as abruptly as it had started, and Em realized she was sweating from the exertion keeping the thing from going any deeper. The video had continued, featuring a middle-aged man, well dressed, sitting in a leather upholstered chair, the woman from the first scene visible in the background, over his shoulder. She rewound it again and turned up the volume even more. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A training manual for tops. Ten episodes. She looked at the length. This first one was ten minutes. Shaking her head in disbelief, her cunt and ass both stretched and filled beyond comfort, she focused on what the guy was saying, wondering if she'd learn something more about Cos than about being trained.

Three episodes later and she understood why he was making her watch. The dildo had cycled several times, a different pattern each time, none long enough to bring her over the edge, but the motion, on top of what she was watching, along with the matter-of-fact discussion by the narrator, all conspired to elevate her arousal. Her feet were cramping, but every time she shifted to make them comfortable she would shift the thing inside her, sending pulses up her insides or stretching her uncomfortably. Only a few minutes more only a few minutes more. They usually broke for lunch shortly after 11, and glancing at the time, it was three minutes past. She thought she heard voices and paused the video.

"Okay! Yeah -- The Big O. I can take you both." Cos's voice carried up the back stairs, and then their boots and the back door slamming shut.

She immediately set down the phone and gingerly pushed her cheeks off her heels, feeling the blood start to seep back in, the dildo sliding out a little, pulling her channel with it. It was the weirdest thing she'd ever felt: the crown pulling along her cunt, expanding the walls as it exited, pressing against the ass plug, pinching the channel wall making her wince and then leaving her feeling empty when it squished out with a soft pop, covered in her juices, her smell strong. She rolled forward onto her hands and knees and then rolled to the side onto her back, the wood floor cool against her skin. She struggled to find her breath, her entire torso a riot of sensations: her ass cheeks hot and tingly, her cunt empty and stretched, her asshole still full with the plug, the tail pushing against her anus. What have I done? Kept echoing in her thoughts, her hands hugging her gut as she rolled gently from side to side, trying to uncramp her muscles.

A few minutes later she was still struggling to collect her thoughts. Naked, abused, and being edged, had done nothing for her hangover. Rolling sideways, she groaned, slowly getting up. She was so exhausted she could barely move, her feet and hands heavy. Slowly bending back down, she grabbed her phone, leaving the dildo on the floor, intent on one thing and one thing only. She needed to sleep. To crawl under her covers and sleep. Walking slowly toward the closet, her insides felt different. More open. Stretched. Her lips were tingling, and she wondered if the dildo actually had stretched her. Too curious to let it go, she pulled her hand mirror from the dresser and knelt on the bed, looking at herself. Her lips were thick, swollen and darker than her thighs, but they sealed her opening shut. There was no way to tell.

Dropping the mirror gently onto the floor, she lay back on the bed, pulling the covers over her and brought her knees up to her breasts. Before the anxiety grew, she was out.

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She'd awakened several times, turning back into her pillow and going back to sleep. When she woke up the final time, the light was different and she knew it was late in the afternoon. The glow of waking up after a good sleep, the swirl of dreams still fresh, the tickle of the sheets against her naked skin all vanished when she heard how quiet the house was. "Fuck!" She bolted upright, the pain of the spanking, the soreness of the plug in her ass, the weird feeling of her lips being stretched rushing into her head. She found her phone to check the time. FUCK!!! 4 o'clock! She was supposed to be lying on the table. She was supposed to be waiting for him! Oh no oh fuck oh fuck. Her heartrate jumped at the adrenaline rush, at the thought that he would use this as another excuse to punish her. She was already on her feet and at the closet entrance to The Study before she caught her breath. The air was warm and still against her naked skin, but she hugged herself, seeing the artificial cock still standing up on the floor. Her attention turned to the table and saw a note with a package of some kind. Covering the distance in two steps she kept one arm across her breasts when she read his message.

Cunt. I'm disappointed in your continuing disobedience, lack of discipline and failure to stay committed to your training. I decided not to wake you, but don't think you earned a pass. You finished three of the training videos. Finish them all by tomorrow 3:30. Be ready to accept your punishment, but more important, start getting with the program. They are shaking their head at me, telling me they were right all along -- you don't have what it takes.

Here are additional batteries. That thing sucks juice almost as well as you will, once you're properly trained.

She let out a little cry, disgusted by his words, ashamed at how it made her feel, and then anxious that someone would read it. She tore the note into pieces, her eyes tearing up from anger and humiliation, the tendril leaping up again. Noooo! She couldn't afford to let it take control, but she hated that he had written down what had only been spoken between them. Wiping her eyes, she left The Study to throw the note down the toilet and collect her thoughts. Watching the scraps swirl down the drain, she focused on her breathing, trying to regain the peace she'd felt just a few minutes before...before she'd panicked at breaking her commitment. She returned to The Study when she felt she could face Cos's latest challenge.

She looked across the room at the garbage bags full of clothes from the night before, the cock visible in her periphery. The thought of sliding it back in her triggered a cascade of thoughts: how she couldn't do it if she wasn't wet, how his spanking always juiced her up, an image of her trying to spank herself and how stupid that seemed, asking C to help...asking C to help? She could almost imagine her holding C's shoulders as she slowly let herself down on it, kissing her as it entered her...the thought started further ideas and she felt herself moistening. FUCK! Her stomach growled. She needed to eat!

She left The Study again, grabbed her phone from her bed and headed downstairs, the afternoon warmth against her skin a welcomed distraction from the gauntlet Cos had thrown.

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