Kathy Andrews: Disciplined mother

"You show spunk. You're better than some of the girls I get in here," he continued, dragging the wooden cask over until it was right next to her. Carla eyed the object warily, moving her jaws, making certain he hadn't shattered anything in her skull.

"What's… what's in there?" she ventured, feeling that somehow she and that thing were going to be attached.

"Beer. Surprised?" Mike said, noticing her look of amazement. "The girls here don't brew it, of course. Some of the local ranchers around here gave me a recipe one day, shortly after I took this place over. Sometimes we indulge in it – at parties when we invite the students to join us."

"Join? You mean…?"

"The beer's pretty damned strong," Mike said with a laugh, attaching a large black rubber hose near the tip of the faucets. She saw there was a long, steel nozzle at the other end of the tube, something that reminded her of an enema tube. "It's not that slop they drink in the bars. It'll make you very drunk no matter how you take it – so drunk you're able to pass out after one or two drinks."

With that, Mike bent down, holding the nozzle in the fingers of his right hand while spreading her asscheeks with the other. Carla knew what he was going to do, and tensed her thighs, jerking her ass up, trying to move it away from his offending hand. When she felt him screwing one finger up into her shitter, she winced, her head snapping back, a shout coming from her mouth.

"Ow! Ow! You're… you're hurting me! Oh God, no, don't do this!"

Her cries became more intense, more blurred as Mike screwed his finger up farther, finally pressing his knuckle into her soft ass flesh. Carla screamed, mapping her body the pillory, groaning as she felt his jagged fingernail scraping along her bowel lining. He was humiliating and hurting her at the same time, prodding his awful finger up into her shitter, feeling around inside there while still holding that awful enema thing in one hand. When she looked down again, the woman saw him moving the nozzle up to her ass.

"Oh no, no, nooooowwwwwww!"

Carla screamed, feeling the nozzle replacing Mike's smaller, warm finger. It split her shitter lips apart, twisting into her asshole like some terrible gnawing animal, gouging against the soft, moist lining of her ass. Mike laughed, twisting the tube again, pushing in the nozzle, screwing it up until the brass tip disappeared into her body.

"Ohhhhh!"

Carla lay her head on the top of the pillory, her face red with the shame and pain of having been fucked in the ass with that dreadful nozzle! She tried pushing with her thigh muscles as if she were about to take a shit. Nothing could dislodge that thing. It stayed there, the metal warming quickly to her body.

"Now, there's no reason why we've got to keep that pretty little cunt of yours unoccupied. Your asshole's got a friend. Might as well find one for your pussy."

Was he going to fuck her? How, in this position, especially with that awful thing up her ass? Carla jerked her head up the moment she heard something dragging across the basement floor. Moving her head to one side, she saw Mike pulling forward a three-legged stool. What amazed her was a large steel cock sticking straight up in the center of it! Tiny holes were pricked in the sides of the thing, a translucent tube dropping from the thickened bottom of the dildo and dragging behind Mike.

"It's kind of a variation on an old theme. I think you'll find the modifications fun," Mike said, winking at her.

"Fun? You, you bastard!" she sputtered, pulling back at the pillory as more hot tears of shame rolled down her face.

Mike laughed again as he positioned the stool under her ass. Carla shamed herself again, she felt, knowing her pussy was creaming with excitement. He rubbed his fingers up and down over her swollen labes, rubbing them together and up against her clit. Carla wriggled against the offending fingers, wishing she could tear herself from the pillory and rush from the room. But there was nothing she could do. The woman felt wave after wave of unspeakable humiliation flowing through her, knowing Mike understood just how aroused she was!

"And I'm not going to just sit and watch you fuck yourself," he said, moving his fingers away and starting to push the woman down onto the dildo.

Carla fought him as best she could, shrugging her shoulders, tensing her thighs and struggling upward against his hands. But nothing could stop him.

"You're going to suck me off, Carla. That's right," he said, smiling at her as she shot him an angry, defiant glance. "I'm gonna get this cock down your throat. And believe me, you're going to enjoy this as much as I will."

Carla couldn't believe what he said. Suck his cock? He had to be out of his mind if he taught she would enjoy something like that!

"Now, you can tell me if you like what's happening to you so far. You want to suck my cock?"

"No!"

Carla shouted out the answer defiantly.

He backhanded her with a sharp slap, the force snapping Carla's head to one side. She fought back the tears, looking straight into Mike's eyes.

"You won't lie to me again, Carla. This whole session's going to change that."

"Agghghghhhhh!"

With a quick move, Mike turned on the faucet of the barrel. Carla stiffened, her spine straightening while her asscheeks jiggled. She felt the cold stinging splash of the beer spatter into her shitter. Her body jerked, her asscheeks dancing and bobbing up and down. To her concern, Carla felt the dildo starting to slide into her pussy from her wild moves. Struggling for concentration, the woman tried to keep her body still. But the coursing beer was so cold and splashing all about her asshole, and it was difficult for her to remain impassive. In a moment, she felt Mike let go of her completely, her own body betraying her and forcing her pussy down onto the steel dildo.

"That's it, Carla. You're going to fuck yourself real good on that thing. Doesn't it feel good rodding into your cunt?"

"Uhhhhhh!"

Carla shut her eyes, letting her head fall back as more hard, cold inches from the thing speared into her cunt. In a moment she knew a little more than half of that thing had penetrated her body, squeezing past the swollen tissues of her pussy, pushing down deep into her cunt.

"Now, we're going to add something that'll make you feel a little more excited… if that's possible."

Carla opened her eyes, watching as Mike took the translucent tube and unraveled it. He was moving away from the small circle of yellow light illuminating the barrel and stool. Carla narrowed her eyes, trying to peer into the darkness surrounding Mike. She heard him fumbling around with something, still holding onto that tube. There was a whirring sound, quickly followed by the chugging of a small engine. Mike reappeared, wiping his hands against one another. At the same time, Carla felt something very odd in her cunt – a kind of strange movement of sorts. Air! Of course! Those tiny holes at the end of the dildo were letting out air in sharp, tiny pulses, the pressure provided by a compressor and fed into her cunt by the tube.

"Ah! I see you've figured it out," Mike said with satisfaction, puffing down his trousers, then hooking his fingers over the elastic waistband of his white cotton jockey shorts. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, ohhhhhh!"

It was like getting fucked by tiny cocks, each one touching a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt! Carla wanted to deny that feeling, ignore it, but that was impossible! The air jets were stoking her up higher, making her cuntal walls contract around the fat steel dick and milk it as if… as if it belonged to some human lover! The woman drove her body up and down, bouncing it on the dildo as if she were a merry-go-round horse.

Mike smiled, pleased he had worked her up to this level. Stepping from his trousers, the big man scratched his cock and balls, working his cock up to its full eight-inch length. When Carla opened her eyes again, she turned and saw Mike standing there in front of her, his eyes glittering with lust. She saw his cock, that cock he was going to ramrod down her throat. It made her swallow with fright as her eyes took in the full length and width of that thing. She would crack her jaws on it!