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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 36 - 40 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 36
   She started at her feet and worked up.  Squirting out a measure of oil
and rubbing it vigorously onto each leg.  Then she moved down to shoulders
and arms.
   She made sure every inch of skin received as much oil as it could hold.
When her arms and legs were finished, she raised the bottle to her
collarbone and squeezed; letting the relaxing oil run down her chest onto
her flat tummy.
   She dropped the bottle so she could use both hands to massage her
fertile orbs.  The oil made her nipples slippery.  She whimpered each time
her hands slid over them.  Her body responded with arousal even more
strongly than before.  The empty sensation between her legs that had
thwarted her in the bedroom returned.  But this time it never got the
chance to take hold and was overwhelmed by the situation.  She flew past
the previous plateau and climbed the mountain of arousal with ease.
   Rachel could probably massage her tits all the way to an orgasm.  There
was only one problem.  Her breasts now had enough oil to last a month.  But
her pussy was still exposed to the baking sun.  She had skipped her
midsection completely.  That would be an unfortunate burn.
   **I must finish applying the sunscreen.  Then I can finish myself off. A
quick break won't hurt.
   But at that moment, the boys were turning onto Eric's street.
   "We haven't gone two miles and you're already hungry?!"
   "What are you, some kind of snack nazi?" Tommy shot back.
   "Can't it wait `till we get to the mall?  They have a food court, you
know." Eric tried to keep Tommy out of his house for some reason.  He
didn't want to admit he was still jealous about Rachel's crush.  But she
was still at practice, right?  "Whatever.  We can nuke something before we
go.  Mi fridge es su fridge."
   Stretching out to full length, the naked girl's radiant body was laid
bare to the sweltering sun.  Her porcelain skin glowed from head to toe. 
Her last task complete, she turned back to the desire between her legs. 
Abandoning all remaining reservations, she let the fantasies fly as she
reached between her legs for the last and most important massage.
   Free to choose her most erotic fantasy, her mind relived the many
episodes of exposure.  Rachel squirmed with delight as she thought of
everyone who had enjoyed the sight of her young naked body.  But one boy in
particular rose to the front of her fantasy.  Tommy.
   "Oh Tommy.  Yes!" she cried aloud.  If only Tommy could see her like
this!  She spread her legs farther and placed her feet on each side of the
chair.  Her budding flower opened to the world.
   She pictured Tommy's penis as she had seen it through the window of his
bedroom.  It had not been erect.  But it still looked so heavy, and plump,
and...filling.
   **I need that....I need...sex.  If he were here right now, I would...
   From the corner of her eye, Rachel saw movement in the house.  She
looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway.  In her aroused state,
Rachel didn't stop the manual assault on her sex.  She was imagining it
anyway.  It was part of her fantasy, right?  A very, very realistic part.
   But Tommy never looked in her direction and never saw her.  He walked
away and appeared in the kitchen window.  Slowly it dawned on Rachel that
she wasn't looking at a fantasy.  Tommy was really walking around inside
Eric's house!
   **Oh Shit.
   Eric's house was supposed to be her escape route.  She had to find
another place to hide.  But first she had to cover herself.
   Rachel lunged for her dress, but it didn't budge at first.  Then she
remembered she had tucked it under the chair.  Her body trembled as she
stood up to release the material.  She shook from a combination of arousal
and terror.
   Struggling to make her hands obey; Rachel managed to get the dress above
her head.  But fate had other plans for the naked girl...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 37
   Rachel glanced at the house to see Eric appear in the doorway.  He must
have been talking to Tommy who was now sitting on the far side of the room.
Both of them were at a bad angle to see her but that could change at any
moment.  She rushed to finish dressing.
   But her fingers had worn out.  First she had pushed them beyond their
limit in her bedroom.  Then she had forced them to apply sunscreen to her
entire body before beginning another `bate session.  Sheer adrenaline had
kept working up until a few seconds ago.
   Coated with the slippery tanning oil, they already had a precarious hold
on the dress.  But that failed when Rachel lifted her hands above her head.
Starved of circulation, her fingers simply lost all gripping power.  Rachel
cried out in anguish as she felt the material slip.
   Just then a giant gust of wind struck the backyard.  The wispy dress
sailed from her grasp and landed in the middle of the pool.
   "I found these in the back of the freezer." Eric passed Tommy three
microwave egg rolls.  "Careful, they're still hot," but Tommy had already
wolfed them down.  Teenage boys are a bottomless pit when it comes to food.
   "Was that a ghost?" Tommy pointed out at the pool as the dress floated
down into the water.
   "Dude, I think you got some bad egg rolls or something" Eric laughed
then turned to check out the back yard.  Just then, out of the corner of
his eye, he saw a figure diving into the pool.  Unless his eyes deceived
him, she was naked.
   "Rachel?"
   Tommy perked up at that, "Rachel!  Where?"
   "No, no, no!" Rachel watched from the pool in horror as Eric and Tommy
stepped outside.  She forgot about chasing down her dress and fled to the
far side of the pool.  She used an awkward doggy paddle stroke; the only
way to keep her bare body hidden.
   "Rachel, what's going on?  Why aren't you at practice?" Eric saw no
evidence of a swimsuit but decided to preserve her secret until he had more
information.
   Rachel tried to act calm in her response, but her voice cracked. 
"Nothing.  I...hurt my elbow and couldn't swim."
   "Couldn't swim?  But you're swimming right now."
   "The doctor cleared me."
   "But if the doctor cleared you...why aren't you at practice?" Eric had
already told Tommy she was at practice.  He didn't want to be made a liar.
Then he added "and how did you hurt your elbow?"
   Rachel stumbled over another response.  She was still recovering from
her interrupted `bate session.
   Meanwhile Tommy casually circled the pool toward the helpless girl.  He
still hadn't figured out that Rachel was skinny dipping.  He assumed it was
a very small, skin colored bikini.  And he wanted to see more of it.  He
now entered the conversation, "mind if we join you?"
   "NO!" Eric and Rachel responded in unison.
   "No, you don't mind?  Great!  Hey, Eric, can I borrow a swimsuit?"
   Rachel hugged the side of the pool.  Only her head and shoulders were
above water.  Tommy took a few more steps.  **Hmm.  Must be a strapless.**
he thought.
   Eric tried to change the subject.  "That's not what she meant.  Come on.
We need to get to the mall."
   Rachel wanted to flee again.  She kept her head down and waited for an
opening.  But Tommy was too close now.  She couldn't do anything without
flashing him.  She needed a miracle.
   "Forget the mall," Tommy inched closer to the edge of the pool.  Under
the surface the gentle curves of Rachel's body shimmered and danced.  As
the water calmed it began to come into focus and Tommy started to suspect
something wasn't right.
   But Eric came to the rescue with a nearby pool toy.  The squishy ball
flew true from his hand and struck Tommy on the side of his head; landing
in the water.
   "Hey!  What was that for?" Tommy glared at Eric who wore his mischievous
grin.  The ball splashed down loudly and rippled the water.  Tommy turned
back just in time to see a flash of Rachel's bottom break the surface.  She
had used the distraction to dive deep underwater.  She swam strongly across
the pool and came up on the opposite side.
   "You can stay if you want, but I'm going to the mall." Eric was defiant.
He wasn't going to help Tommy and Rachel get together, "and I'm not loaning
you a swimsuit."
   Tommy was mad at Eric.  They appeared to have caught Rachel taking a
naked swim.  And Eric, who should have been helping expose her, was helping
her escape instead.
   Tommy stalled a moment, but he had no choice without Eric's help.  By
the time he went home to change into a swimsuit and came back, Rachel would
be long gone.  He had been beat.
   "Fine.  Let's go." Tommy conceded defeat, but vowed to have it out with
Eric later.
   Rachel didn't move a muscle until she heard Tommy's car start up and
drive away.  She hated to admit it, but her pussy was throbbing from the
encounter.  Her fantasy had nearly become true.
   **It was close, but I survived.  That's all that matters.  Now just get
dressed and...my dress!
   In all the commotion she had forgot about her dress floating in the
water.  Rachel swam to the spot where it had landed but it was gone.  Being
so thin, it turned transparent as soon as it hit the water and would be
nearly impossible to find now.  But that wasn't her worst fear.  She
fruitlessly searched the pool from end to end before moving to the filter
drains.  Sure enough, she finally found her dress wrapped around one of the
drains.  The material was shredded beyond repair.
   Rachel scampered into the house and threw the dress away.  She changed
into her skimpy nightgown, the only thing available, and vowed not to touch
her body the rest of the evening.  It was too risky.  She was done taking
risks for today.  Her weekend had got off to a rocky start.  And there were
plenty of rocks ahead come Saturday and Sunday...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 38
   Rachel sat on the edge of her seat waiting to hear her name.  Her whole
body tensed as the assignments were handed out.  She flinched as each
station was called; imagining how humiliated she would look.
   It was Saturday morning and she would soon be in charge of demonstrating
one of the stations for the Thornwood aquatic boosters.  Everyone who had
donated to the swim team was invited to tour the new facilities and meet
the team.
   Having tried all the machines for the yearbook supplement, Rachel knew
each could be bad in its own way.  The warm down tub had its scandalous
water jets.  How could she survive that for an hour?  Or the stretch
machine forcing her body into compromising positions over and over?  She
placed all her hopes on the endless pool which was like a water treadmill.
With her whole body submerged, the churning water would conceal her.
   **Please let it be the endless pool.  Please let it be the endless pool.
Please let it...
   "...and I want Rachel on the stroke trainer," Coach Ron announced.
   The color drained from her face.  The stroke trainer was the main
attraction.  And she would literally be on a pedestal.  Rachel knew better
than to protest.  She was already on thin ice with Coach Ron because of the
mall incident.  As she sat in the bleachers trying to gather her courage,
an unexpected protest arose in her defense.  Hope flickered.
   "Coach, I don't think Rachel should be on the stroke trainer." It was
one of the team captains.  Rachel tried to recall her name but failed.  Of
course everyone but Rachel would love to be demonstrating the stroke
trainer.  It was the most prestigious and impressive station.
   But Coach Ron did not waiver.  "Rachel, the doctor cleared you to swim.
Is that correct?"
   "Yes." She touched her elbow and felt the shrinking knot.  She barely
noticed it anymore.
   "Then that settles it.  Everyone get to your station.  The boosters will
start arriving any minute.  And remember to show your pride today."
   Rachel stood up.  She was already wearing her uniform complete with the
pinnacle nestled inside her.
   **Represent yourself with pride.
   Coach Ron sent Ellie around to help every station set up and start their
programs.  Before climbing into the machine, Rachel reached between her
legs and pumped the disc to inflate the pinnacle.  She hated to do it, but
couldn't afford an embarrassing situation in the middle of her demo.  After
a few pumps her knees buckled as the pinnacle grew inside her.  She paused
for a moment before continuing.  Two pumps later her vaginal walls
convulsed and she dared to go no further.  It wasn't nearly as big as Coach
Ron had made it, but she still felt incredibly full and equally
embarrassed. She gave it a tug and it didn't budge.  She thought surely
that was enough to set the anchor for the entire demo.  But lately she had
been conditioning her body to produce more and more natural lubrication;
something she did not realize or consider.
   Coach Ron's reason for picking Rachel was simple.  He wanted his best
swimmer on the best equipment.  Even in a regular uniform, Rachel would
still be the ideal model for the stroke trainer.  She had the best stroke
on the team.  Besides, no one on the team but Rachel could maintain even a
slow pace for an hour without breaks.  How bad does it look if your
showcase attraction is huffing and puffing to the finish line?
   For the first time Rachel got to wear the breathing mask.  It covered
most of her face like a scuba mask.  Once it was in place, Rachel looked
over at the screen.  The mask reported every breath she took to ensure a
steady pace.  It also provided a special oxygen mix via a large tube to
simulate race conditions.  With the mouthpiece in place, Rachel could
barely speak beyond muffled sounds.  She lay down on the table and let
Ellie finish setting up.  Ellie clipped a heart rate monitor to her belt
then helped her don her swim goggles to complete the outfit.
   Her goggles had a special coating to allow improved sight underwater. 
She could see straight ahead, but it blurred her periphery.  At least she
could see the vital readings on the screen.
   Though her entire body was still exposed, her face was mostly obscured.
And in a weird way, it helped that she wouldn't be able to see the people
looking at her or talk to them.
   Coach Ron selected the program, a simple freestyle, and let Rachel go at
her own pace.  The stroke trainer did not control speed.  It only provided
adjustments to your technique.  The machine sprang to life and lifted the
girl into the air.
   Having done it once before, Rachel knew what to expect and got into a
groove in no time.  Everything was reported on the screen; lap times, heart
rate, breathing rate, stroke quality.  The sheer amount of information
fascinated her.  Rachel planned to start slowly and conserve energy.  But
it just felt more natural to go faster.  She watched her speed creep up
until she was running around her fastest 800m pace.  That was usually a 10
to 15 minute race, so she knew she could not maintain this for an hour. 
But she could always slow down later.
   She was the perfect model for the equipment.  Her naked frame
personified fluid beauty.  Her strokes were balanced and graceful just like
her body.  Strong muscles moved in stark contrast to jiggling femininity.
And from every angle youthful perfection was on full display.
   But even for a perfect model, an hour is too long to perform without
faltering...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 39
   Rachel was lost in her own world.  The quiet hum of the equipment nearly
lulled her to sleep as she swam.  She sensed the boosters arriving but
chose to tune them out.  Her goal was to do nothing to attract extra
attention.  She pictured herself as a mannequin; just there to show off the
equipment.  She should have slowed down after a few minutes, but she was
just hitting her stride and had plenty left in the tank.
   **I'm supposed to be representing the swim team.  Why not do my best?
   She closed her eyes and let her strong heartbeat drive her onward.  The
trainer sent occasional minor adjustments to her arms, but she was already
a natural freestyle swimmer and didn't need much help.
   **Keep it steady.  This will be over in no time.
   After a while, Rachel opened her eyes to check her progress.  Though it
had only felt like a moment, she had been swimming for 20 minutes!  She
felt no distress from her elbow and no reason to slow her pace.  If
anything, she could probably go a little faster without trouble.  She
checked the time remaining again.
   **It's a demo.  Not a race.  Won't get there any sooner by swimming
faster.
   But like a turbo charged sports car in the slow lane, her body yearned
to shift into high gear.  Being in top physical shape, her engine was
idling at this pace.  Maybe the oxygen mix gave her a boost.
   **Ugh.  Not even breaking a sweat.  A little more speed won't hurt.  I
can always tap the brakes.
   Rachel quickened her strokes and watched the numbers on the screen
respond.  A light sheen appeared on her skin as her motor revved from the
added exertion.
   **That's more like it.  Now you're racing.  Stroke-kick-kick-breathe
stroke-kick-kick-squeeze.
   **Squeeze???
   A sudden realization struck her.  She had been squeezing the pinnacle
all along without realizing it.  The machine lurched as she forgot her next
stroke.  Rachel wobbled in place; suspended above the table as the machine
beeped its disapproval.
   Rachel burned with humiliation as everyone turned to look at her.
   A stranger came into view, "What was that?  Are you ok?"
   "Wef.  M'm fowwy," she attempted a clumsy apology through the mask.  As
she struggled to get the machine back on line, she made the critical
mistake of turning her head to look around the room.  Everyone in her
immediate vicinity, a group of at least 40, was watching her now.  Some
showed genuine concern.  But most of the men wore looks of amusement or
even outright glee.  She had been quite an attraction before, but those
that had started out polite now had an excuse to come back and stare
directly at her.
   She had to stop squeezing before they figured out what was going on
between her legs.
   **I mustn't do it again.  Not with everyone watching.
   Rachel reverted to her normal pre-pinnacle stroke pattern.  Silent
anticipation hung in the room as she trudged on without squeezing.  One
minute.  Two.  She stared straight ahead and forced her pussy to relax. 
She could not keep this up for half an hour, but she had to try.  Three
minutes.
   She tried to distract herself with other thoughts; anything but her
current situation.  Everyone waiting for the inevitable.  Her sculpted
naked body glistening from physical exertion.  The infernal device
spreading her tight canal.
   **STOP!  Relax.
   Four minutes.  A dull ache grew between her legs.  She could feel the
spasm building.  Only by iron will did she keep it suppressed.  She sped up
which helped a little.  But no matter how fast she swam, she couldn't
outrun her pursuer.  Five minutes.
   She could no longer keep a serene look on her face.  Even under the mask
and goggles, the strain of her ordeal showed.  As much as she hated to
admit it, Rachel was losing the battle.  The pinnacle rocking back and
forth with every kick was too stimulating.  She could keep this up for
another minute; maybe less.
   She started to look for another way out.  The machine wouldn't let her
stop swimming through the air unless the program was stopped or paused. 
But her hands were locked into their sockets.  Even if they were free, she
couldn't push any buttons with her swim gloves on.
   Coach Ron or Ellie could stop it.  She hated to look anywhere but
straight down.  She didn't want to know how many people were looking at
her. But she had to start taking chances now.  Having run out of time and
options, Rachel risked turning her head once again.  And she saw a most
unexpected person at the worst possible moment.
   There less than 5 feet away stood Marvin Travinsky...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 40
   As Rachel's eyes met Marvin's a look of shock registered on her face. 
She had no time to guess why he was here.  She was under too much duress.
Images of the humiliating photo shoot compounded her current humiliation.
And the flash of Marvin's MXO-Ti broke her concentration.
   Rachel's pussy clamped down hard on the pinnacle.  So hard she thought
she would break it in two.  She let out an unmistakable guttural moan of
anguish.  Marvin recognized it immediately and almost came where he stood.
When the contraction had abated, she finally drew a breath.
   **Oh God, they all know.
   Rachel suddenly felt very naked and exposed.  She swam fast; as if
chasing normalcy.  Things could not go back to normal after that.  The seed
of arousal had already been planted.  She felt too many eyes on her; too
many people crowding around.  Though she hated to do it, she resumed
squeezing regularly.  She knew she couldn't skip a single one.  Not unless
she wanted the violent convulsions to return.
   Her noble performance turned into a display of shame and degradation in
her mind.  She had become just a naked teenage girl humping an artificial
phallus for their amusement.
   Her depleted reserves of pride were spent and hormones took over.
   A blush rose to draw attention to her ripe, hanging breasts and
hardening nipples.  The sheen of sweat developed into little droplets. 
With no clothing to absorb them, the droplets grew bigger and began to roll
down her body.  They clung to her melons like dew.  One by one they
eventually grew too heavy and rolled down to drip unceremoniously from her
pink tips.  All the while Rachel tended to the pinnacle; dutifully
squeezing it with her healthy internal muscles.
   **20 minutes remaining.  Get a hold of yourself, girl.  No one knows
about the pinnacle, except Marvin.  Just keep a serene look and no one else
has to find out.
   The graph of her heartbeats flow like clockwork across the computer
screen.  The little extra blip at less frequent intervals was barely
noticeable.  A realization dawned on the girl's face when she made the
connection.  Her pinnacle squeezes were registering through the heart
monitor.  Rachel blushed even harder.
   The flash of realization in her eyes was short, but Marvin noticed it
along with the blush.  She had found something surprising on the screen and
he wanted to know what.  He moved into Rachel's field of vision to study
the readings for himself.  It didn't take him long to develop a hypothesis
and to come up with a simple test.  He turned and looked directly at Rachel
and waited for her next squeeze.
   Rachel didn't want to do it.  But she had no other choice.  No time to
think.  No way to delay.  Nowhere else to look.  In utter humiliation she
locked eyes with Marvin and gave him his proof.
   **Stroke, kick, kick, breathe.  Stroke, kick, kick...squeeze.
   Marvin saw the slightest strain in Rachel's face as she flexed her
internal muscles over the anchor.  As he suspected, it matched up perfectly
with the blip on the graph.  With a smile and a knowing nod, Marvin stepped
back around to get a better angle.  Then he resumed taking pictures.  He
timed the flashes to correspond with her squeezes; just to confirm to her
that he had figured it out and to add humiliation.
   Rachel could not hide her embarrassment or stop her arousal.  Her best
bet was to outlast it.  She shifted into endurance mode.  She could still
swim.  And swim she did.
   But the seeds of arousal were sprouting with a vengeance.  Signs
appeared all over as her young body put on an impressive display of sexual
potency.  Her nipples ached to be touched.  Exposed to the open air and
lustful eyes of the crowd, they swelled with blood until they looked like
they might pop.  Every nerve on the surface of her body tingled.  Heat
congregated on her thighs.  And deep inside her, the lubrication factory
went into high gear generating preparatory wetness.
   Though she refused to dwell on the possibility, Rachel felt the orgasm
building inside her.  For 5 minutes she raced.  No longer chasing normalcy,
she was now running from reality.  She stared at the clock; begging it to
go faster.  But the cruel seconds ticked by at their own leisurely pace.
   Sweat poured from her body and helped mask the wetness building up in
her cavity.  She dreaded every impending squeeze which jolted her closer to
the edge.
   **I can't climax.  Not here.  Not like this.  Hunnngh.  It's these
damned squeezes.  If could stop them, I could regain control.  Hnngah!
   Little involuntary mews started mixing in with her breathing.  Weather
from exertion or arousal she wasn't sure.  Maybe both.  Soon nothing would
be able to stop the inevitable.
   Then, just as Rachel started to despair, an unexpected thing happened.
It shocked her but did little to improve her situation.  In fact in some
ways it made things worse.  But at least it gave her another option to
consider.  She was so wet that the pinnacle, despite having been inflated
to near capacity earlier, slipped.  The next squeeze pulled it back into
place temporarily.  But she now faced a major dilemma.
   **Either I let the pinnacle fall out to save myself or continue
squeezing until I have an explosive public orgasm.
   **There's no way to hide an orgasm this big.  And I would be stuck up
here swimming away until time expired with everyone knowing what had just
happened.  Hunnngh.  What could be worse?
   **If a giant artificial phallus slid out of my gaping pussy and crashed
to the ground in a puddle of my sexual juices.  That would.  Definitely.
   Rachel made up her mind.  She would keep the pinnacle in and try to make
it to the end without climaxing.  She set her face; determined to reach the
finish line...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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