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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 41 - 45 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 41
   Lost in time, Rachel swam through tortuous bliss.  Never before had she
felt more physical need yet been unable to attend to it.
   Her arms and legs pumped with immense effort.  Shutting out their
protest, she reserved her greatest effort to surviving the next wave
without coming.  No longer able to keep quiet, she grunted with each
squeeze.  Then she would relax and regroup seconds before the next one
arrived.  Her artificial partner lost more grip each time she relaxed;
requiring more effort to retrieve it.  The sliding motion further
stimulated her hyper-sensitive organs driving her body into a frenzy.
   She was so wound up now that even her mind started to succumb to the
pressure.  Erotic images of her recent escapades flashed before her eyes.
Tanning with Eric.  Pretending to be a medieval maid for Richard.  Naked
breakfast with Ellie's cousins.  Little Bradley Harrison.  Tommy.
   "Moh Mmmfh!" she cried out.  The moment of weakness had almost
overwhelmed her.  She looked at the timer and teetered on the brink for a
moment before falling back.  5 minutes remained.  Rachel turned away from
the monitor for the last time and closed her eyes for the stretch run.
   She was so close now that even jettisoning the pinnacle would be a
futile maneuver.  She could only hope to outrun the impending doom.  It was
time to play her last card.  With 5 minutes left Rachel did something
normally reserved for the last 30 seconds of a race.  She entered her
finishing sprint.  She would fight the orgasm to her last breath.
   A crowd of boosters gathered around to watch the exhibition.  The
Thornwood swim team's star attraction gave them their money's worth;
grunting and groaning down the stretch like a true competitor.  Her limbs
were a blur of fluid motion.  On the screen her speed ticked up even as the
seconds ticked down.
   Draining all reserves, she willed herself onward just like a real race.
In fact it was the most important race of her young life.  She was racing
from unimaginable humiliation.
   The pain signals in her arms helped distract from the pleasure signals
everywhere else.  Quick breaths shot out through the mask vents like a
snorting bull.  The oxygen rich air supply struggled to keep up.
   **I can't do this much longer.  Not more than a few seconds.
   Rachel had long ago reached her limit of both arousal and endurance. 
Her eyes shut tight for the last stand.  She squeezed the pinnacle so
rapidly that there was no time to recover in between.  Wave after wave of
pleasure wracked her young body; building into a crescendo of passion.
   She took a few last automatic strokes before giving up the race.  She
was about to lose control of her arms and legs anyway.  The forthcoming
sexual release effort would consume her whole body.
   **This is it...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 42
   Before the next wave, the one that would wash her over the edge, Rachel
felt a strange falling sensation.  Not falling but moving toward the ground
in a controlled manner.
   Lost in the moment, she failed to hear the soft beep from the training
machine indicating the end of the demonstration.  For several seconds she
heard nothing but pounding in her ears.  The suspension cables deposited
her onto the padded table with a thud.  Just as unceremoniously, the
sockets released her hands and feet and retreated to a position high above
her.
   With her climax apparently interrupted, Rachel opened her eyes to see
the table staring back an inch from her face.  Her senses gradually
returned, but the silence in the room remained.  Still trying to make sense
of what happened, she quivered uncomfortably on the cold table.  She would
have liked to curl up into a ball, but she lacked the energy.  Instead she
just lay prone on the table with her arms above her head and waited for
something to happen.
   **Is it over?  Did I make it?
   Almost in answer to her unspoken questions, thunderous applause broke
out all around her.  Turning her head Rachel saw the ring of boosters
clapping in awe of her breathtaking race to the finish line.  With the
grand finale complete, the audience started to break up and trickle out of
the aquatic facility.
   Marvin was supposed to be covering the exhibition for the yearbook club.
Forgetting his task as soon as he'd seen Rachel, he had squandered his
whole time watching her performance from his front row spot.  Now that the
show was over, he remembered his job and rushed off at once to snap some
pictures of other stations before all the boosters left.
   One booster in particular was thoroughly impressed by Rachel's
performance.  Grigor had been sent by his boss to check in on the project
first hand.  He left Coach Ron a $10,000 bonus check on his desk courtesy
of Bystander and returned home with renewed confidence in the project's
chances of success.
   Ellie appeared and disconnected the breathing mask.  As the equipment
manager, she had been busy giving tours and had missed Rachel's
performance. She would be around cleaning up long after the team went home.
After helping Rachel off the table, she turned toward another station, but
Rachel held onto her.
   Annoyed by the delay, she turned back.  This time she saw her friend
more closely.  The girl looked terrible; like she might drop dead where she
stood.  Ellie gave Rachel a shoulder and practically carried her to the
shower anteroom in the locker room and sat her down.  Though she was eager
to get going, Ellie stayed with Rachel for a few minutes until she
recovered.  Just to make sure she didn't pass out and hurt herself.
   Rachel slumped into the bench with closed eyes and shallow breathing. 
After a few minutes she started to shift around.  She looked uncomfortable
and mumbled something to that effect.  When she started pawing at her
crotch with her gloved hands, Ellie got the message and was willing to
help.
   "But I don't know how to do it."
   "There's a release button...at the base of the anchor", she struggled to
explain.
   Ellie tried to be as gentle as possible.  Slipping her dainty fingers
behind the disc, she searched around for the button.  Rachel moaned and
shivered throughout, but didn't ask her to stop.
   As she felt around the anchor, Ellie couldn't help but make comparisons
to her own anatomy.  She imagined the thick cylinder stretching her tiny
petals to their limit just like Rachel's were now.  Ellie watched the
expressions on Rachel's face with envy when she found and depressed the
button.  The pinnacle shrunk to original size and slid out.
   After seeing it glistening in her hands, Ellie had to ask, "I know it's
a prototype...but, is there a waiting list or something?"
   Coach Ron's responsibilities caused him to miss the show as well.  He
spent his morning shaking hands and playing host to the boosters.  Each
acted more important than the last and the head coach did his part to make
every one feel that way.  In reality there was only one booster that
mattered; the one who paid the head coach's salary, not to mention
financing the facility renovations.
   He had another reason for avoiding Rachel.  He worried someone would
object to her revealing uniform and try to accuse him of wrongdoing. 
Surprisingly things went better than expected and if anyone got offended,
he heard nothing about it.  Surrounded by all the high tech equipment, a
futuristic uniform must have made sense to the boosters; even if it showed
a little skin.
   But the biggest surprise of the day came after the exhibition was over.
Even from a distance, Coach Ron knew Rachel was putting on quite a show
based on the large crowds she attracted.  And he never saw her pace lag
throughout the hour.  In fact, every time he dared to peek in her
direction, she was going faster.  Making his final rounds in the empty
facility, he stopped to turn off the stroke trainer.  The monitor still
showed Rachel's stats.  Coach Ron did a double take.
   He calculated the numbers three times but still couldn't believe it. 
Based on her average speed, she would have beaten last year's state
champion in the women's 400 meter freestyle.  That was great, but by no
means the most impressive part.  400 free is a 5 minute race while Rachel's
pace was averaged over an hour!
   But even after swimming at state record speeds for an hour Rachel showed
another gear at the end.  Her pace over the last five minutes blew away the
current national record.  Coach Ron exported the stats file to a thumb
drive and rushed to his office computer.  He planned to email it to a
certain interested party.  But first he would verify the whole race and
figure out what really happened.  He couldn't wait to get started...TO BE
CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 43
   Rachel spent the rest of the day recovering.  With simple tasks like
climbing the stairs a chore; she stayed mostly in her room and came down
rarely.  She didn't want to get anywhere near the pinnacle.  And she
wouldn't have to for a couple days because tomorrow was Sunday.
   She felt the effects long into the night.  The slightest pressure on her
mound triggered a spasm even though there was nothing to squeeze.  Finding
no comfortable position in bed; sleep mostly eluded her.  The vivid
nightmares weren't helping.
   One time she nodded off only to be suddenly standing naked (of course)
in a dead forest with a giant angry storm gathering above.  The lifeless
branches made weird shadows on the ground.  Lightning struck around.  Like
camera flashes it illuminated evil eyes behind every tree.  With a big
crash the rain started.  She tried to run but the muddy ground bogged her
down.  Heavy drops blurred her vision and low branches prickled her skin as
she ran.
   Rounding a large trunk she was suddenly yanked back.  Thinking her hair
had caught on a branch, she turned around to free herself.  But it wasn't a
branch.  A gremlin hanging from the tree held the helpless girl firmly in
place with his gnarled hands.  Then other gremlins came out of the shadows
to play with their new toy.
   Rachel woke with a gasp as the gremlins pounced.  She sat up in the bed
for a few minutes before settling back into another equally restless sleep
session.
   One good thing about being young is that your body is able to heal
quickly.  Despite the physical drain of the exhibition and the fitful night
of sleep, Rachel awoke with a positive attitude and the dreams faded
quickly.  Today was a new day.
   She rolled stiffly out of bed and wondered if she might have overexerted
herself yesterday.  So the first order of business was to make sure
everything remained in good working order.  Standing barefoot in the middle
of the room, she stretched toward the ceiling.  Her muscles ached but in a
good way.  Looking up at her elbow she could barely see the fading bruise
anymore.  One more day and it would be completely healed.
   **That's a relief.
   She bent over and touched the ground then back up on her tiptoes as high
as she could reach.  Then she repeated the process a few times to work out
the stiffness.  When she reached for the ceiling her black nightie barely
reached her waist.  She should have been more conscious of exposing her
body since her door was still missing.  But she did not care this time.
   **Why shouldn't a girl be able to do some stretches in the privacy of
her own bedroom?  So what if I'm only wearing a short nightgown without
panties?  It's not like I have anything left to hide.  My boobs are hanging
out.
   She was referring to the special accommodation.  A teen girl's breasts
can get lost in a frumpy or baggy nightgown.  No chance of that happening
with this one.  The window in front accentuated her ample breasts; allowing
them to bulge out unrestrained and uncovered.  Looking down she saw her
perky nipples greeting the world.
   **No doubt those still work.
   Now that she had got her blood pumping, her nipples were stiff and ready
for action as usual.  For a moment Rachel considered letting them have a
workout.
   **That would be nice, but what I really need is a good jog.
   Rachel smiled at a memory.
   The community center where she had trained last summer didn't have much
training equipment compared to Thornwood.  But it did have a decent
exercise room.  When she was particularly sore following a strenuous
swimming session, she would sometimes go there and jog on a treadmill. 
Somehow changing the type of exercise helped workout the soreness.
   Another secret reason she loved jogging was the thrill.  Every time she
went, she felt out of place in her swimsuit; even the modest one piece she
had worn all summer.  The guys in the exercise room contributed to the
thrill.
   There was something exciting about a girl running in a swimsuit.  Maybe
it was her lack of shorts which allowed them to see all the way up her long
legs, or maybe the way her breasts jiggled more in a suit than in a sports
bra.
   Whatever the reason, Rachel enjoyed her jogs.  She started visiting the
treadmill about once a week and looked forward to every trip.  By the end
of the summer the regulars had figured out her schedule.  Though they never
approached or talked to her, she knew they waited for her arrival with
anticipation.  That's what gave her the idea to end the summer with a bang.
   On her last day, she brought something special with her.  After training
in her normal swimsuit, she went back to the locker room and changed into a
skimpy bikini.  She had no normal reason for wearing it other than to see
what the reaction would be.  She felt so naughty walking down the halls to
the exercise room.
   She almost changed her mind when she got there, but forced herself to go
through with it.  The reaction was exactly as she had hoped.  Every guy in
the place stared at her the whole time she was jogging.  Her breasts
jiggled even more than usual and little points in the fabric of her top
indicated her excitement.  It was as close to actual exposure as she would
allow.
   As soon as she was home and locked up in her bedroom, she reviewed the
fantasy and reached one of the best orgasms in memory.  It was the first
sign of her sexual awakening which fully manifested at Eric's house.  It
was also the last orgasm she could remember.
   Rachel missed those simpler times.  She couldn't even jog around the
block now.  Not in her school swimsuit.  Not unless she wanted to get
arrested.  In fact, none of her outfits were appropriate for jogging.
   Frustrated, she turned to her nightstand drawer to decide what to wear
for the day.  Today was Sunday.  After church Rachel had to report to the
department store to serve the first part of her shoplifting sentence.
   The occasion called for her most modest outfit.  To call her cowgirl
vest and jean mini-skirt `modest' was absurd.  But her options had dwindled
after destroying Lily's dress in the pool.  In fact she was down to two
outfits; cowgirl, or summer dress.
   Susan had reinforced the magnets on the vest so she wasn't accidentally
flashing people anymore.  That qualified as modest by comparison.
   **Cowgirl it is, definitely.
   She dressed quickly and went downstairs to start her day.
   "Oh no you don't", Susan stopped her before she hit the bottom step. 
"No child in my care is going to wear a mini-skirt to church.  You go put
on a proper dress this instant."
   "Ugh." Rachel trudged back upstairs to change into the summer dress.
   **She calls this a proper dress?
   Rachel had nicknamed it the `wonderland' dress because it reminded her
of the story of Alice in Wonderland eating the cake which caused her to
grow.  Susan had split the wonderland dress into front and back pieces. 
Side laces held them together.
   It took multiple adjustments of the laces before she fit into the dress.
And the too small panels barely concealed her intimate parts.
   **I couldn't have grown this much since I wore it last Wednesday.  No
way!  Well, no point in worrying about it now.  Just have to make the best
of it.  I'll be all right as long as I stay away from any mysterious cakes,
lol.
   Though still bursting at the seams the joke rallied her confidence and
so she headed back downstairs for breakfast.  But this first speed bump of
the day proved a bad omen of embarrassing things to come...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 44
   Susan was shocked when Rachel appeared at breakfast.  She expected the
girl to be wearing Lily's dress; the more modest of the two she owned. 
Especially since Susan reassumed laundry duties following Rachel's bizarre
elbow injury last week and washed the summer dress in hot water as revenge.
   Normally she wouldn't say anything, but today was different.  Richard
had wriggled his way out of church to go play golf with his buddies.  So
with no one to excite, Susan had other considerations.  What would the
other ladies at church think if she brought Rachel dressed like that?  She
might have considered allowing it if the girl were at least wearing
panties. This, however, wasn't even close to acceptable.
   "Rachel dear, I meant for you to wear Lily's dress."
   **Uh oh.
   Rachel stammered over an explanation why she could no longer wear Lily's
dress, "...pool filter and it sort of...well...I had to throw it away."
   "Throw it away?!" Susan's anger frothed beneath her calm exterior.  "You
threw away a perfectly good dress which Barbara and Lily so generously
donated.  What an ungrateful, wasteful act of...surely I could have
salvaged and repaired it."
   Rachel doubted that.  Susan had not seen the tattered remains of the
dress.  "Believe me, there was nothing to salvage.  I'm sorry, ok?"
   "Sorry!  Clearly you have not learned your lesson about carelessness. 
How did it get in the pool filter in the first place?"
   Just then Eric stumbled in to breakfast still half asleep.  Approaching
the dining room, he heard an argument escalating and made the wise decision
to stay quiet and stay out of it.  But when he arrived in the doorway he
couldn't ignore Rachel and her comically small dress; the same one she wore
while sleeping on the couch a few days ago.  Only it looked smaller. 
Facing away and unaware of his presence, she gave him a great view from
behind.
   "Look, I said I'm sorry.  I don't want to talk about what happened.  I'm
wearing a dress like you asked.  Can we just drop it?"
   "No, we can't just drop it!" Glancing down at Rachel's cleavage she
added "and you can't wear that to church, for goodness sake!"
   "Why?  What's wrong with it?" Rachel defiantly held her hands up in a
questioning gesture which caused the hemline to rise up in back unknowingly
exposing her firm bare bottom to Eric's gaze.
   Eric should have kept his mouth shut, but an obscure yet appropriate
bible verse came to him at that moment and he couldn't resist, "Do not
worry about what you will wear because the body is SO MUCH MORE than just
clothes." He didn't get it exactly right, but the paraphrase was close
enough to score his point.
   Rachel spun in place and wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to
riddle out the verse.  Since they were kids Eric always found ways to push
her buttons.  His teasing worked so effectively because it usually had a
hint of truth.  He had said something about her body and her outfit.  But
what did it mean?
   Eric watched with pride at Rachel's blush.  He had managed to make her
self conscious with a single sentence.  He relished getting under her skin
like old times.  Then he noticed the daggers coming from his mom and
regretted saying anything.  He sat down before he got into serious trouble
and stared at his empty plate.
   Susan had carefully built up a fake standard of modesty for Rachel. 
Continually reaping the rewards of exciting Richard, she didn't want
anything to interfere.  But her son just came very close to ruining
everything with one of his reckless taunts.
   She forgot about salvaging Lily's dress and moved on to preserving the
illusion.  A quick thinker like her son, Susan stalled while she came up
with an answer, "There's nothing wrong with your dress." A sharp eye on
Eric ensured he didn't so much as smirk at such a blatantly false
statement. But the boy had learned his lesson.  He didn't move a muscle.
   "Then why can't I wear it to church?" Eric's joke had planted doubt in
Rachel's mind and she wasn't buying Susan's feeble assurance.
   In reality, she was right to doubt Susan's words.  Anyone could see the
shrunken summer dress was no longer decent.  Susan had an excuse but she
hated to use it.  Sending the poor girl off to school in that dress was too
cruel even for her.  But she had already committed to the ruse and had to
play it out, "because...that is more of a school dress.  I would rather you
save it for school and wear your cowgirl outfit to church."
   Rachel hesitated as she tried to interpret Susan's mixed signals.
   **What am I missing that she isn't telling me?  Wait a minute.  I'm
getting to wear what I originally wanted.  Why question it?
   So Rachel agreed to change again and wear the cowgirl outfit to church.
But she never fully figured out what Eric meant with his teasing.  Susan
averted disaster temporarily, though she would have to do something about
that summer dress before Rachel wore it to school.  And Richard missed the
whole thing because he had been out golfing...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 45
   After church Rachel ate lunch quickly but without enthusiasm.  Her heart
wasn't into it.  Her depression didn't stem from mall duty.  Rather, she
was missing important activities at Thornwood.  Coach Ron had suspended her
from the Eastern Academy swim meet.  Neither was she allowed to participate
in the preparations.
   Right about now her teammates would be arriving at the school to get
ready for the run-through.  And later they would meet again at the pool for
teambuilding activities and unsponsored leisure time.  Rachel would be
stuck serving time at the mall not only this afternoon but for the next
four Sundays as well.  No telling what else she would miss in that time.
   **Maybe I can strike a deal with the store manager.  Get time off for
good behavior.
   On the ride to the mall, Rachel made up her mind.  She would try to
negotiate for a shortened sentence.  The prospect alone cheered her up
considerably.
   Pierre Gutensohn took pride in his efficient little fiefdom.  At a
younger age, he would have considered it a waste of his life to be general
manager of a mall department store in the southern U.S.  He was better than
that and imagined he would be running a whole chain of stores by now.
   But he was also good at contingencies.  By age 50 he had accepted his
lot in life and settled on this lesser dream.  Despite being surrounded by
employees he considered incompetent, he set a new goal of having the most
efficient and profitable store in the state.  Exercising all the managerial
power at his disposal, Pierre ran a tight ship with high standards.
   Employees knew better than to show up late or let their department get
messy.  His legendary inspections drove away a fair share of new hires. 
But those who stayed and passed the test were the best.  While driving away
new employees kept labor overhead low, it also made the store perpetually
understaffed.  Nevertheless, Pierre didn't tolerate excuses from department
managers.  "Make it work" was his usual response.  He had been `making it
work' his whole life and he expected nothing less from his employees.
   Pierre despised anyone who disrupted either his neat domain or his
profits.  Shoplifters fit both categories.  And today he would exact his
revenge on one unfortunate young delinquent.
   He devised a simple but fair punishment.  Even an unskilled teenager
could reshelf out of place products.  And his store could use the extra
free worker.  But Pierre's plans didn't end with mere manual labor.  Making
Rachel's punishment fit the crime merited an extra component; a deterrent
against future theft.  Not only to Rachel but to every potential shoplifter
who saw her.
   Not coincidentally, Pierre viewed Rachel's body as an asset.  The shrewd
businessman constantly looked for ways to boost sales.  And like it or not,
sex sells.  He was not above exploiting that fact.  Putting her in a skimpy
uniform would be good for business while teaching her a lesson.
   Drawing inspiration from their previous encounter and gathering
resources from other stores in the mall, Pierre devised a dramatic plan. 
Legally he couldn't make her wear anything too skimpy against her will.  So
he built contingencies.  He would try the most revealing option first and
after that do what he did best; improvise.
   That his ward arrived ahead of schedule annoyed Pierre for some reason.
A petty thief is supposed to be late; not conservatively early.  The same
could not be said of her outfit.  If someone showed up to a job interview
dressed that provocatively, he would send her home immediately.  But this
was no job interview.
   **Maybe she thinks it will distract me or allow her to manipulate me. 
Well it won't work.  I intend to follow through with the planned
punishment.
   Pierre introduced himself and started his speech, "Have a seat young
lady and we can get down to business.  Can I call you Rachel?"
   "Uh, sure", she sat in front of the manager's large desk and tried to
mask her nervousness with a serious look.
   "Good.  Now Rachel, let me tell you what you'll be doing for the next 4
weeks.  I hope..."
   "Excuse me", Rachel jumped into the middle of Pierre's sentence.  His
annoyed gaze made her immediately aware what he thought of rude
interruptions.  "Sorry, but, I wanted to talk to you about that."
   "What's to talk about?" Adopting a managerial pose, Pierre sat poised
for the girl's excuses to begin.  After 30 years in the business, he had
heard every one in the book.  It validated his suspicion about her clothing
ploy.
   Rachel pleaded, "You see, I'm very busy with...school activities.  I was
wondering if... I mean is there a way to...to do it all in one day?"
   "May I remind you why you're here?  You tried to steal my merchandise.
We had a deal.  And now you want to back out.  Is that it?" Leaning
forward, Pierre towered over the girl to await her response.
   Intimidated and already on shaky ground, Rachel backed off her request.
"No.  I didn't mean...never mind."
   Pierre let her squirm under his gaze for a moment before resuming, "as I
was saying.  We are currently a little shorthanded in several departments.
I have yet to determine where to assign you.  But wherever you are sent,
your primary job responsibility will be to find misplaced products and put
them where they belong.  I expect you to work with diligence.  I do not
tolerate lazy employees.  In addition, you will display a friendly and
helpful attitude toward all customers and offer to assist them at every
opportunity.  Is that clear?"
   Rachel nodded with reassurance.  So far the job sounded close to what
she expected.  But the biggest part of the punishment had yet to be
revealed.  Pierre said, "The last part of your job is simple.  You must be
an example of what happens to shoplifters caught in my store.  Therefore, I
made you a special work ensemble to send a strong message.  Follow me and I
will show you."
   **Special work ensemble?
   A knot formed in Rachel's stomach.  She had expected to be issued a
nametag or badge.  But a uniform never crossed her mind.  Pierre's words
about sending a strong message of warning made her very uneasy.  With a
sense of foreboding she got up and followed the manager down a back
hallway. Passing some offices they came to one which had been converted to
storage.
   Rachel stepped into the mostly empty room with confusion.  A few boxes
were pushed to one side and covered with a clear plastic tarp.  That same
material covered the floor and walls.
   **OK, this is weird.  Do they not have a bathroom?  Why do I have to
change in here?
   She was about to find out...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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