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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 16 - 20 of 59
Summary: Rachel enters swim training while her spiral of arousal and
embarrassment continues.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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********** Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 16
   **It's the right attire for the activity.  Modesty should always yield
to propriety.
   Rachel stared at the open box.  The dreaded pinnacle stared back at her
in its cradle.  She had compromised her modesty on many things over the
past week.  But she wasn't sure she could extend such compromises to
putting something inside her.
   She was already wearing the uniform she had worn to every practice since
the tryout.  And there wasn't much to it; an elastic rubber belt and a swim
cap.  Her gloves were hanging behind her on their loop until time to adorn
them.  Her uniform was complete despite not covering her intimate areas at
all.  Her naked boobs were laid bare for anyone who cared to look.  Nothing
covered her bottom either except for the gloves temporarily hanging behind
her.  The pinnacle was added to cover her naked pussy lips and complete the
uniform, but at what cost?
   Based on the introduction sheet she'd read, the `anchor device', a
phallic cylinder with ridges and bumps all over it, was what held the
pinnacle in place.  To wear the pinnacle, she would have to insert that
part into her vagina.  There were no other straps or guides.  It would
support itself somehow.
   Rachel shuttered at the thought.  She stayed around the locker room
wrestling with the decision as the other girls dressed and trickled out to
the pool.  But she could only stall so long.  Finally, her modesty won out
and he decided to postpone the problem another day.  She would have to lie
to Coach Ron again if he asked, but she promised herself it would be the
last time.  Tomorrow she would deal with it for real.
   She slammed the lid closed on the box and was about to toss it into her
backpack when fate intervened.  Distracted by the pinnacle, Rachel didn't
notice Coach Ron walk up behind her.
   "Oh, good, I see you've brought the pinnacle device today.  Hurry up and
get dressed.  You don't want to be late for practice." Coach Ron smiled
then walked out to the pool to begin practice.
   Rachel was now the last one in the locker room.  Just like that the
decision had been made for her.  She couldn't walk out there now without
the pinnacle.  She had no excuse.  She took a deep breath and reopened the
box.
   **Come on, girl.  You've been putting this off long enough.  It has to
happen eventually.
   She picked up the pinnacle and held it in her hand.  Her fingers easily
wrapped around it.  It felt a little heavy and squishy in her hand.  She
gave it a little squeeze.  The wrinkled ridges flexed and the tapered tip
bulged, but she felt a solid inner core under the rubbery synthetic
coating. It was cold but warming quickly to her touch.
   It was difficult to avoid making comparisons to a penis.  The only real
live penis she had ever seen was while peeping through Tommy's window. 
This one was a different color and smaller.  But both had the same general
shape and were designed to fit in the same receptacle.  That thought made
her blush deeply.
   **Oh God.  You've got to stop thinking about Tommy's penis!
   She shook herself and tried to be clinical.  She sat down and moved the
point between her legs to begin the insertion.
   "oh...my!"
   It didn't take long for progress to slow.  The device only fit about one
inch deep in her virgin canal.  She had never put anything thicker than her
fingers inside her.  And even then not more than a couple inches.  This was
about as far as she was comfortable pushing it.  But she still had at least
three inches to go.  Rachel spread her knees and pushed onward.
   With a little wiggling and twisting, Rachel managed to insert another
two inches.  She felt her muscles contract over the intruder; fighting her
all along the way.  With one inch left, the pinnacle stopped and refused to
go any further.  Her young orifice was squeezed tightly into a vise grip
and refused to accept any more.  Her body was simply not prepared for its
first encounter with the pinnacle.
   Rachel stood up and tried to relax her vaginal muscles.  Her outer pussy
lips were slightly distended but wrapped around the device with ease.  The
last inch might hurt a little.  But she couldn't go out there with it
partially protruding out of her vagina like this.  That was even worse than
completely inserted.
   **This is ridiculous.
   Rachel sat back down and spread her legs as far as they would go.  She
braced herself then pushed with both hands for maximum leverage.  After a
few seconds of steady pressure, the device slowly started moving again. 
She grimaced as she felt the bumps and ridges slide against her dry inner
walls.  The sensation was more uncomfortable than painful.  After this
experience, Rachel was sure the rubbery material would have no problem
anchoring itself.  She wouldn't have to worry about it falling out.  In
fact, she was more worried about how she was going to remove it after
practice.  She later learned that her body produced more than enough
natural lubrication.  So much, in fact, that it would get her into quite an
embarrassing situation.
   With one last gasp Rachel shoved the pinnacle into place.  Then she
stood up and took a few unsteady steps.  She walked funny and it felt like
she was being split open.  The anchor drew in the curved outer disc until
it was gently cupping her vulva.  The protection and coverage worked as
advertised.  From the outside, it didn't look like much.  It could have
easily been nothing more than a decal sticker of the Thornwood mascot stuck
over her pussy.
   But behind the disc, the anchor was impaling her young cervix and even
pulling itself deeper.  The disc firmly squeezed her pussy lips with each
step; a constant reminder.  By the time she reached the end of the locker
room, the vise grip had started to relax.  She couldn't help but marvel at
the way her own anatomy adjusted to the foreign object so quickly.  There
was something natural about it.
   Coach Ron didn't say anything when Rachel walked out of the locker room
with her pinnacle.  His look of approval said enough.  His buddy Pete was
scheduled to observe practice in a couple of days.  He would be proud to
see his device in use.  If her teammates knew what was going on between her
legs, they didn't say anything.  She was thankful for the safety of the
pool where she was just another member of the team.
   Coach Ron's approval didn't last long as practice wore on.  He drilled
his team with lap after lap of arduous training.  Times were well off
across the board which was to be expected after yesterday's hard practice.
   Rachel's times suffered too.  The pinnacle was a distraction and a
hindrance to her normally strong strokes.  Every tenth breath was a gasp of
discomfort.  When she made a kick-turn at the wall, the muscles in her
abdomen would spasm in protest of the new resident.  With her rhythm
completely off, she found herself near the back of most heats.  She could
tell she would need lots of practice time before she would be comfortable
wearing the pinnacle to a meet.
   At the end Coach Ron finally let his frustration spill over "You call
yourselves a team?  That was the most pathetic effort I've ever seen.  If
you don't have your act together by Sunday, I'm going to cancel the Eastern
meet!" Then he ended practice by storming away into his office.
   One word stuck out to Rachel, `Sunday'.
   **I've got to talk to him about that.
   She waited to be the last one out of the pool.  On the way to the locker
room she tried to bring her legs together and walk naturally.  With
difficulty she slowly made her way to the showers.  She showered by herself
again; too embarrassed to engage any of her teammates.  They could see the
circular decal over her pussy.  And she didn't feel like explaining how it
magically stayed there.
   Last to the showers and last to her locker.  Rachel was delaying for a
couple of reasons.  She didn't want anyone to see her change out of the
pinnacle.  In addition, she was not looking forward to the conversation
with Coach Ron about missing the walkthrough Sunday afternoon.  She solved
the first problem by sneaking around the corner of the anteroom.  She
removed the pinnacle and got dressed out of sight from the few remaining
girls.  After two hours wearing the pinnacle, she felt strangely empty once
it was removed.
   **Guess that's part of getting used to it.  Now to deal with Coach Ron
and Sunday.
   Rachel put the device back into its cradle thinking she was done for the
day.  But her visit to Coach Ron's office was about change her plans...TO
BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 17
   "Fall supplement?  I've never heard of such a thing.  And why do you
need our help for that?" Coach Ron was standing over his desk and
practically yelling into the phone when Rachel appeared at his door.  His
bad mood was clearly going strong and the news on the other line was not
helping.  "Can't they reschedule it?  I'm really busy right now.  Well then
go check.  Bye."
   He slammed the phone down then picked it right back up.  He was about to
dial Coach Johanna when he suddenly saw Rachel shrinking back from the
doorway.  He hung up and glared at her.  "Rachel, come in.  What do you
need?"
   "I...It's nothing.  I'll ask you later." Rachel changed her mind and
started to leave.  It could wait until he was in a better mood.
   "Ask me what?" Coach Ron's voice softened.  He mastered his anger and
sat down.  "It's ok.  I was just dealing with some administrative matters.
What's up?  Is it about the pinnacle?"
   "No!" Rachel blushed and quickly changed the subject.  "It's about
Sunday.  There was this misunderstanding at the mall last week." She
hesitated for a moment before working up the courage to explain.  "I sort
of got in...trouble at a store..."
   "Trouble?  Rachel I don't understand."
   "...for shoplifting."
   "Shoplifting?" Coach Ron shook his head "Rachel, as your coach, I
normally wouldn't allow something like this to go unpunished.  A member of
the Thornwood swim team must represent themselves with pride and be a model
member of the community.  But I suppose if I can give you a pass once. 
Just don't let it happen again."
   He nonverbally dismissed her and started to pick up the phone again
before a realization hit him "Wait.  What does that have to do with
Sunday?"
   "It was a mistake.  And it definitely won't happen again.  But they're
making me report to the store Sunday afternoon as punishment.  I won't be
able to make the walkthrough."
   Rachel wilted under Coach Ron's unhappy stare.  After several long
uncomfortable seconds, Coach Ron finally spoke.  "Well that changes
everything.  Sunday's walkthrough was not optional.  I cannot allow you to
miss such an important event without punishment.  If you knew about this
conflict, why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
   "I'm so sorry, coach.  I was scared of what you would do." Rachel's
voice took on some desperation.  "I'll do anything to make it up."
   Coach Ron's phone rang and he picked it while he was considering her
offer.  "...and it has to be a one of ours?" More bad news.  "Fine, send
her down.  I'll figure something out." When he had hung up a solution
quickly formed in his mind.  "Rachel, I'm going to make you an offer.  And
you would do well to accept."
   She stood up straight eager to comply.  Her vest nearly popped open in
the process, but she caught it at the last moment.
   "Since your own actions will cause you to miss the walkthrough, I cannot
allow you to attend the Eastern meet.  It would not be fair to the other
members of the team.  Don't bother arguing, either.  My mind is made up."
   Rachel was dejected but didn't say a word in protest.  She had brought
it on herself.  There would be other meets.
   "Now, the administration office is sending someone down to take photos
for something called a yearbook fall supplement.  It's like a mini yearbook
for school activities which only occur during the fall semester.  They're
showcasing the new aquatic center and require a representative of the swim
team to assist the photographer."
   "Yearbook?  I'm not ready for yearbook pictures today!"
   "Oh don't worry.  This photo session is not about the team or members.
Those will come later.  In fact, they said students are not allowed in
these types of pictures.  Your role today will be nothing more than a model
to demonstrate the new equipment.  The yearbook club rep should be here
soon, so go change into your uniform..."
   **UNIFORM!!
   Rachel interrupted "Coach, I can't do this.  Can't you find someone
else?"
   "They need it done today.  I could have Coach Johanna do it, but instead
you should consider it part of your punishment.  You have already given me
enough reason to dismiss you from the team.  You would do well to accept my
offer."
   Rachel took the threat seriously.  Ultimately, she had no choice but to
accept.  She could only try to convince herself it wouldn't be too bad as
she walked back to her locker to change.
   **It's not even about me.  It's to show off the new equipment.  Besides
I'm wearing an official Thornwood swim uniform.  And I must represent my
team with pride.  And at least I finally get to try out some of the cool
equipment.
   Rachel quickly stripped off her vest and skirt and almost as quickly
adorned her swim belt and cap.  She didn't need shoes to demo equipment so
she slipped off her strength trainers to go barefoot.  Then she sat down
and inserted her pinnacle for the second time that day.  It went in faster
than the first time, but still took some effort near the end.
   **This won't be so bad.  Whoever this girl is probably won't even care
what I'm wearing.  She might not even ask me to be in the pictures. 
Probably just needs someone to escort her around and explain the equipment!
   Rachel felt a tingle between her legs as she stood up and started
walking.  Before leaving the locker room, she checked the mirror and was
glad she did.  The wildcat decal was upside down.  Instead of removing the
pinnacle to fix it, she grabbed the disc and started twisting.  When that
didn't work, she pulled it part way out and worked it around a little bit
at a time.
   The in and out motion rubbed the ridges back and forth inside her tight
canal.  Her vaginal walls tightened in response though she still made
progress.  The reason should have been obvious.  Instead of fighting the
intruder like last time, her body was accommodating it by producing natural
lubrication and flooding her body with hormones.  The internal massage was
arousing her and making the job easier.
   Unfortunately, the hapless teenager didn't make the connection and
didn't detect it until too late.  But when the yearbook nerd showed up with
his camera, he sure noticed...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 18
   Marvin Travinsky took his job very seriously.  Well, it wasn't exactly a
job.  He wasn't paid for it.  He just liked photography.  Joining yearbook
club had allowed him the perfect arena to practice his craft.  The title on
his badge was `yearbook club official student photographer' but his fellow
students simply called him `yearbook nerd'.
   There weren't many applicants for that position.  And Marvin had been a
lock for it because he offered to bring his own camera.  The $5,000 MXO-Ti
was Marvin's most prized possession.  With it and his HD telescoping lens,
he could capture his subject matter with the highest resolution on the
market.  Being a horny teenage boy, his favorite subject matter was teenage
girls.
   Marvin jumped at the chance to visit the aquatic facility for the fall
supplement.  He was instructed to photograph the facilities not the
students.  But that wouldn't stop him and his MXO-Ti from reaching across
the room if any hot girls in swimsuits happened by.  He would love to add
some swim hotties to his personal album.
   The badge gave Marvin cover for his own private perversions.  When he
got to the aquatic facility, his imagination ran wild with the thought of
entering the girl's locker room (for official yearbook reasons, of course)
and accidentally catching a girl changing.  His wildest imagination would
not have prepared him for this assignment.
   Coach Ron greeted Marvin with a big smile.  He was still stewing from
Rachel's shoplifting revelation and subsequent suspension.  Being forced to
assist Marvin with the yearbook showcase would serve as the perfect extra
punishment for her.  He escorted Marvin to the training center and made
small talk while Rachel was getting dressed.
   Rachel gingerly walked around the deserted pool toward the training
center.  Unlike practice, there was nothing happening now to draw focus
away from her body.  Her senses were on full alert.  The only sound besides
the gentle lapping of the pool water was her bare feet slapping softly on
the tile.  Every inch of her flawless skin was exposed to the warm moist
air.  Her most sensitive and intimate organs were impaled on the pinnacle.
But the protective disc concealed any evidence of the infernal device
anchored deep within her.
   The hanging gloves made steady pats on her young behind driving her ever
forward.  She was a little nervous about being photographed in her uniform,
but she took solace in knowing her face would not be included in any
pictures.  In addition, the hormones flooding her system lowered her
inhibition.
   With his back turned to the door, Coach Ron didn't see Rachel appear
behind him.  But Marvin's face was priceless.  He was droning on about one
of the features of his precious camera.  The he saw the naked goddess and
they both froze.  When it finally registered in Rachel's brain that the
yearbook representative was one of her fellow students and a boy, she
gasped and moved to cover herself.  But she wasn't fast enough.  Before she
could get her hands over her exposed breasts, Marvin's trigger finger,
acting on instinct, snapped 5 photos of the embarrassed girl in rapid
succession.
   All the sudden, Rachel was acutely aware of the pinnacle between her
legs.  But she was also thankful for it because it covered a very private
part of her body.  Both her hands were currently occupied on her chest. 
Without that little disc, the nerdy teenager would be staring at her bare
pussy and she would have died from embarrassment.  Covering up like she was
guilty only made things worse.  So Rachel crossed her arms over her boobs
and tried to act casually surprised.
   Coach Ron turned and welcomed Rachel into the room; doing nothing to
diffuse the embarrassing situation.  "Marvin, this is Rachel.  She'll be
demonstrating the equipment for you."
   Rachel turned to Coach Ron carefully keeping her nipples under wraps. 
"Coach, I can't do this.  You said they were sending a..."
   Coach Ron interrupted "The yearbook club may send whomever they please.
Marvin is here to do a job just like you.  In fact, he was telling me all
about his camera.  I know you will both perform your duties in a most
professional manner." He gestured at Marvin for confirmation of that
statement.
   Marvin had turned to stone.  His eyes were like saucers taking in the
magnificent view.  He was scared to move and spook the naked girl, but he
couldn't wait to start taking some more pictures.  He didn't dare move as
he listened to the girl's argument with Coach Ron.  If he heard correctly,
he was on the verge of getting a private photo session with her.  He felt a
strong temptation to start snapping photos right now.  But it would be
better to play it cool and bide his time.
   He could settle for mental images in the mean time.  Marvin nodded
agreement while he stared at small disc hovering over the girl's crotch. 
It hung there like some magical sentinel guarding her most intimate
secrets.
   **He's just a horny nerd.  How is this professional?
   Rachel was not happy.  "But I thought this was about the equipment.  Why
do I have to wear my uniform?"
   "That's a good point." Rachel's hope flickered as Coach Ron thought for
a moment.  "Marvin, I want to remind you that you are strictly here to
showcase the aquatic complex, not the swimmers.  Rachel is only a
representative of the team.  To include photos of her in the fall
supplement would not be fair to the team captains who have earned that
honor."
   Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.  Perhaps she was going to get out of
it after all.
   "...but, as you can see, she is wearing one of our new swim uniforms. 
And this uniform represents the evolution of our program better than
anything else in this world class facility.  In fact, I consider it just as
integral to training as any of our other equipment.  I am granting you
permission to photograph Rachel, but only as a model for the swimsuit.  You
may not include her face in any of the published shots.  Is that clear?"
   For Marvin it was the deal of a lifetime.  For Rachel it was little
consolation.  He nodded as his face broke into a huge smile and the naked
girl wilted in defeat.
   "Rachel, I want you to show Marvin around the training center and Give
him whatever access he needs.  Represent yourself with pride." He paused
and indicated that Rachel should stop pouting.  Reluctantly, she complied
and lowered her arms.  Marvin was going to see everything eventually.  She
still blushed as her rock hard nipples came back into view and the yearbook
nerd began drooling over her flawless rack.
   "Marvin, I hope you are able to capture the best the Thornwood swim team
has to offer.  I will check on you two after a while" then Coach Ron left
the two students alone to complete the task ahead of them...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 19
   **If you can't handle one scrawny nerd, how are you going to make it
through an entire swim meet?
   Rachel tried to convince herself this wouldn't be so bad.  "Come on. 
Let's get this over with." She walked past Marvin who was still drooling
over her body and as she walked away she thought she heard him whisper
"wow".
   The first station was the reflex platform.  With Marvin's help she
wheeled it over to the edge of the pool then turned it on.  The touch
screen came to life with a bunch of options.  The platform could keep track
of individual swimmers and track their reaction times.  But Rachel just
touched the `demo' button and climbed up onto the platform without saying
anything.
   Marvin took the hint and got in position to frame his subject properly.
His MXO-Ti began snapping 24 megapixel images at an alarmingly fast rate.
Rachel had a flashback to her dream when she was on an award platform.  Up
here she felt even more exposed.  Marvin worked around behind her.  She
glanced back.  The camera didn't seem to be pointed at the equipment at
all. The black lens grew before her eyes as Marvin zoomed in.  It seemed so
big she could fall into it.  And the bright flashes nearly blinded her.
   "Launch timer ready.  Take your position." The platform's instructions
reminded Rachel why she was up here.  In addition to sensors on the
platform itself, there were also little wireless transceivers which tracked
when you hit the water.  Rachel activated one and clipped it to her belt;
the only available place on her uniform.
   **This pinnacle better do its job.
   Rachel coiled herself down to assume the proper starting position.  The
camera shutter clicked continuously somewhere beside her but her
competitive instinct kicked in and helped her to shut out the distraction.
   The machine toned once to tell her to stand up.  She stood bent in half
with her hands on the edge of the platform.  All her muscles were tensed as
she intently listened for the starting bell.  As embarrassing as this was,
she was well trained to do her best.  But Rachel was caught off guard by
what happened next.
   "Ready...BOOP"
   **Whoa!
   The machine sent a mild shock into the base of the platform; a way of
training the swimmer to improve their reaction time.  Rachel felt it and
launched herself with proper form into the water.  But before she landed
she felt another unusual sensation; this time from the pinnacle.  She could
have sworn it was vibrating.  By the time she resurfaced, the vibration had
stopped.  Everything had happened so fast.  She thought she must have
imagined the stimulation between her legs.  Even then she had to stay in
the water for a few moments to calm down.
   Marvin captured every instant of her climbing out of the pool before
helping her pull the equipment back to the training center.
   Rachel suggested they skip the warm down tub, but Marvin insisted.  She
couldn't explain her objection without embarrassing herself.  She was at
his mercy, so she reluctantly turned on the computer.  The first program on
the list was `Ellie test - final'.  Rachel almost fainted.  She instead
picked the shortest demo she could find and prayed the pinnacle would
protect her.  She removed her gloves and set them beside the tub before
entering.
   **Why am I in here?  My face is the only thing showing above water and
he can't even use that in any published photos.
   Rachel realized it too late.  The straps had already closed over her
automatically and the demo was beginning.
   She adopted a serene look on her face as the water jets worked around
her body.  Then the one between her legs started up.  The water put extra
pressure on the pinnacle but it was not a direct hit and the hard shell
disc did a pretty good job of deflecting the water.  She looked back up at
Marvin who was losing interest.  He didn't know what was happening below
the agitated water and was ready to move to another station.
   But the demo was far from done.  The jet between her legs then shifted
down a bit and changed to quick pulses.  This time it was a direct hit on
the center of the pinnacle.  The pulses traveled straight up the core and
into the tip.  Rachel bit her lip and tried to ride out the assault but the
stimulation proved overwhelming.  After a few seconds she gasped and
started writhing against her straps.
   Marvin took notice of the girl's struggles and asked "are you ok?"
   Rachel tried to respond but a moan came out instead.  Her eye balls
rolled back and her head whipped from side to side.  It was the best thing
she had ever felt.  Before she could stop herself, her hands shot up and
pinched her nipples as she bucked against the pulsing water jet.  Every few
seconds, her large breasts emerged from the water; her fingers hanging on
for dear life.
   Marvin was struck dumb.  He even forgot to take pictures for a moment.
He could only stare and try to figure out the unfolding scene.  Was this
young teenage girl doing something sexual right in front of him?
   "Oh...gg...gghaaa!" Rachel was now approaching the long postponed orgasm
her body coveted.  But just then the camera shutter clicked and something
inside her made her fight back.  She couldn't do it here.  Not in front of
Marvin.  She tried one last time to close her legs to the attack.  But the
effort was futile.  Her vaginal muscles clamped down on the shaft as the
stimulation continued deep within her.  She felt like her whole body was
vibrating.
   Her eyes opened wide and met Marvin.  "turn...it...off!" she managed to
say between gasping breaths.
   Worried that she was being hurt, Marvin turned to the machine.  He
didn't see an abort button, but being a nerd he knew enough about
technology to solve this problem.  He reached over and flipped the off
switch.  The assault ended instantly and a calm fell over the tub.
   Rachel collapsed into the seat mindful of how close she had come to
utter humiliation.  "It was...malfunctioning" was all she said as she
manually unbuckled the harnesses.  Marvin didn't ask the obvious question,
`and why were you pinching your nipples?'
   Rachel climbed out of the tub and stumbled to the next station.  By now
a serious problem had developed between her legs.  She had sensed some
moisture before, but the episode in the tub had supercharged the process.
The pounding she had just received and the strain had weakened her muscles
down there as well.  Now that she was standing, gravity took hold and the
pinnacle started to slip out.
   She couldn't believe it.  The anchor device had seemed so tight and
secure a couple hours earlier.  Now her body's lubrication and dulled
muscles were struggling to keep it in place.  It still made her feel full.
But it was also hanging loosely somehow.
   She waited until Marvin wasn't looking then shoved it back in as far as
it would go and closed her legs.  There were only two stations left. 
Surely she could make it to the end without another mishap, right?...TO BE
CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 20
   When they reached the stroke trainer, even Marvin was amazed by the
technology.  He couldn't help but fiddle with the attached computer
interface while Rachel climbed aboard the contraption.  She had seen
another girl demo the trainer and so knew a little what to expect.  But
this was the first time she would use it herself.  Frankly, she was more
nervous about the forthcoming stretch trainer demo.
   She laid face down on the table and tightened the suspension belt around
her waist.  Then she placed her hands and feet into their sockets.  She
didn't bother with the breathing mask because this was only a demo. 
Besides, her face wouldn't be in the picture anyway.
   When she looked ready, Marvin pressed a button on the screen and the
machine sprung to life.  As she expected, Rachel was suspended above the
table.  Marvin started taking pictures as she rose.  Next, Rachel was
expecting to enter into a freestyle stroke.  But just before she began she
looked over at the monitor and saw the words `breast stroke'.  Marvin had
chosen the program.  She should have known he would pick the most perverse
sounding one.
   The machine didn't give her the choice of changing strokes.  It forced
her legs up into a frog position and her hands up near her breast.  Then it
splayed her arms and legs out for the downward part of the stroke.  Rachel
knew how to do a proper breast stroke, but she was caught off guard.  It
took her a couple of strokes to stop fighting the machine.
   Marvin seemed to love the way Rachel was struggling against the machine.
It was a sort of robotic fantasy of his to see a naked girl forced into
different positions for his photographing pleasure.  He went into overdrive
snapping pictures.
   By now Rachel was dealing with another problem.  When her legs came up
between kicks, the pinnacle would slip.  She could flex her vaginal muscles
and pull it back in, but is slid further out with each kick.  She had to
squeeze harder each time and couldn't maintain this much longer.  Marvin
started moving around the girl to get more angles.  Once he got behind her
he was sure to notice the device falling out.
   "Turn it off...please" she pleaded with the boy.  Her face showed signs
of straining.
   "Why?  Another malfunction?" Marvin wasn't buying it this time.  He was
enjoying himself too much.
   "Marvin!" Just as Rachel was about to start cursing at him, Coach Ron
showed up.
   "What's going on?" He walked up and paused the demo.  Rachel was frozen
in the frog position with her legs spread.  She squeezed with all her
might. She couldn't let it pop out now.
   "It's my...pinnacle" she blushed at the word.  "It won't stay in place."
   Coach Ron walked up behind her.  She knew he was staring between her
legs but she couldn't see him from her position.  It didn't take him long
to figure out what was wrong.  The pinnacle was practically dripping with
natural lubrication "Did you set the anchor device?"
   **Set the anchor device?
   "What are you talking about?"
   Well, it's not going to set itself.  Here, let me help you."
   Rachel was caught completely off guard by what Coach Ron did next.  It
turns out the pinnacle has a few more surprises than Rachel realized...TO
BE CONTINUED
  
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