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Chapter Seventeen -- After Hell Week


Laura and Kaitlyn were the first to make it back to their room
Sunday afternoon.  "Have fun?"  Laura asked the teenager.

"More than that," Kaitlyn sighed dreamily.  "I fell in love."

"Sounds wonderful," Laura grinned, dying to tell her own story
but sensitive to the youngster's need.

"Oh, it was!  I mean we _did_ have sex.  Lots of it.  And it was
great and I had lots of orgasms but I..  I didn't expect it to be
so great, the sex, I mean.  I mean, like _Wow_!  But I think that
the sex was better partly because I really do love Bruce.  I
really do.  And he loves me.  He even said it like he means it."

The oldest and youngest in the room were still in animated
conversation when Kim came in looking melancholy.  "Are you OK?"
Laura asked her.

"Yes," she sighed.

"So tell me about it."

"Well, he came and then he came.  I got off but, well, it was
like there was something missing all weekend.  We can hardly
talk about anything but sex."

"Bruce and I talked a lot about sex, too," Kaitlyn chimed in
excitedly, interrupting.  "And we did a lot of sex, too.  But I
got all of my homework done.  Well, most of it, at least.  We
still haven't figured out how we're going to make enough to move
out of our homes and..  No, let me rephrase that.  We don't know
how we're going to make a home for ourselves.  But we came up
with some ideas and we're going to try.  Hard."

"And I can have multiple orgasms," she bragged, smiling.  "When
Bruce licks me down there, I just go into orbit.  He wanted to do
it when we did it so much he couldn't get hard again and then
it'd make him hard doing it, like, I mean, licking me, and then
we'd do it."

"You mean fuck," Kim told her.

"Yeah," the pregnant girl smiled.  "We tried all sorts of
positions.  And you know what?  Bruce likes it when I diddle
myself while we're doing it, fucking, I mean.  He gets off on me
getting off and it was like, Wow!  I wanted to go home with him
but we decided that I'd finish here because if it's this good
after just a week, well, maybe it'll be that much better if I
stay, you know?"

"What the..?" Laura gasped as two men carried Darlene into the
room and unceremoniously dumped her on her bed.  "What happened
to you?"

Darlene struggled to sit up.  It was hard with her wrists cuffed
behind her back and her ankles shackled together.  Her feet were
covered by demi-boots with five-inch heels and wrap-around ankle
straps that were secured with small padlocks that locked a short
chain between her ankles.  "I left early and didn't come back on
time," she told Laura, laughing.

"I hope it was worth it," Laura said seriously.

"So do I," Darlene agreed.  "But it was great to spend a couple
of days at home.  Really great."

Just then, a senior came in to unlock Darlene's wrists from
behind her back but only after securing her left wrist in a cuff
attached to a long chain secured to the wall.  "You may need
this," the senior snickered, leaving a porcelain chamber pot
beside the bed.

"I guess I'd better finish some assignments," Laura sighed,
going to her desk to write the mandated essays on her weekend
experience.  The others agreed and got to work, even Darlene.

-=*=-

At 6 a.m. on Monday, all the alarm clocks on all the headboards
started blasting at once.  The posted schedule didn't give them
much time to clean up and eat breakfast.  The first class was at
seven.

Three staff members came for Darlene, but one was sufficient as
the chubby wife passively let them put a chain around her belly
and secure her wrists to it with nylon cuffs and short chains. 
She somehow managed to make it to the bathroom, avoiding use of
the chamber pot.  But no one released her from her bondage and
the short chains wouldn't allow her to wash herself properly or
even wipe her butt.  She barely managed to bend over far enough
to brush her teeth, pulling firmly against the belly chain.

When they got to breakfast, they found places designated for
them with cardboard signs on the tables.  Everyone but Kaitlyn,
Laura, and Kim found a special seat awaiting them that looked
somewhat like a rubber bicycle seat with a long rubber finger
toward the back and a fat, oddly shaped hump up front.  "For
those of you who acted like assholes this weekend, we have a
reminder for you," Clarice told them sternly.  "I'd butter those
up a bit before you sit down."

After a week in the nude, the freshman class had gotten over
much of their modesty and embarrassment.  "I'll just stand,"
Maria said softly.

"Sit down!" Clarice ordered.

'Butter up' was meant literally because the only lubricant
available was butter.  And if they used it on the rubber shafts,
there was none left for their biscuits or pancakes.  All of the
women found it difficult to settle onto the things.  Most tried
clenching their butt cheeks to prevent penetration by the rubber
finger.  Maria slid down her seat to bend the finger over between
her cheeks until Clarice noticed and insisted she "sit down
properly."  Maria feigned ignorance.

"Not a word out of any of you," Clarice snapped loudly.  "For
those of you who couldn't even manage to follow a few simple
rules there is punishment.  Deborah.  Stand up."  Debbie shot up. 
"You will demonstrate the proper way to be seated.  Bend forward
slightly and clasp your buttocks, pulling them open.  That's it. 
Wider.  Now slowly lower yourself.  Bend your knees so your
bottom comes straight down.  That's better.  Since you just used
the toilet, nothing's going to come out when the 'finger of fate'
touches your anus.  Push out as if you're trying to go to the
bathroom to open yourself up and then sit.  Do it!"  One by
one,the women had to go through the humiliating ritual, some of
them several times.

Breakfast was buffet style that morning.  Wendy figured Clarice
had set it up that way to make them repeat the ritual of
penetrating their butt holes.  The front bump made them keep
their legs opened and pressed against their pussies, causing a
short, fat protuberance to press against their pussy holes just
enough to stretch them partly open without complete penetration. 
The whole experience was uncomfortable and thoroughly
humiliating.

Breakfast was interrupted many times as Clarice berated each of
the women for her weekend sins, calling each to an adjacent
table to bend over and receive a spanking with a board-paddle
like was once used for corporal punishment in schools.  The
spanking was bad enough but enduring it in the dining room, bent
over so that everything was displayed, with twenty other women
all around, that was hardly bearable.

During the health class the first week, they were told to start
with fruit or salad at each meal to get healthy food into their
bodies first.  It seemed that they had barely started eating the
fruit salad that morning before breakfast was over and they had
to scrape the pancakes and bacon into separate trash cans for
some hog farmer who picked up waste food three times a week.

It was then that they learned that they would be cooks and
dishwashers for the next three weeks.  Tina had been replaced by
an even more evil looking woman, a giant in knee boots, khaki
colored jodhpurs, and a white bustier.  She carried a riding crop
that she used often to hurry the women through their cleaning
chores as they washed the breakfast dishes and pans.

So began two weeks of terror and exhaustion.  The women had
thought that the worst was over after their first three days. 
It was so nice to have hell week end on the third day.  They all
enjoyed Thursday and Friday and the weekend.  But now they
rushed from one activity to another, always being chastised for
being slow or late.

The first class was to be 'anal eroticism' but before the class
started, they had to accept more punishment.  Jennifer, Maria,
Wendy, and Debbie were called out first.

"What were you told about safe sex?" Clarice demanded as Nancy,
the giant in jodhpurs, hovered over them threateningly.  "It was
a very simple exercise.  A little manual stimulation of the male
genitals, stroke a penis until ejaculation, and a written report
were all that was required.  Oral sex was allowed only with a
condom or dental dam.  That was for your protection and you four
completely ignored the instructions."

The lecture seemed to last for hours.  "What do you have to say
for yourselves?" Clarice demanded.  "What do you think we should
do about this?  A spanking isn't nearly enough punishment for
potentially jeopardizing your health and the health of every
other person you have intimate contact with for the rest of your
lives.  You could..."

It was humiliating and demeaning.  All four of the women had
tears rolling down their cheeks before Clarice got to the point.
"Since you couldn't seem to remember something as simple as
rubbers, I've decided that we will help remind you.  Put these
on."  She handed each of them a beige colored 'thing' made of
latex rubber.

At first, they couldn't even figure out what the 'things' were
but as they straightened them out, the four discovered that they
were pullover dresses, simply cut and sleeveless.  The rubber
wasn't much heavier than a condom.  Putting them on was a
struggle and when they had them on, it was like being encased in
a condom from neck to mid-thigh, their breasts squished under
the tight, almost transparent rubber.

Then the class started.  And ended almost as quickly as it
started when Clarice discovered that Darlene was "nasty."  So
Clarice began another lecture on supporting each other, loving
each other, and taking care of each other.  After every one of
them endured another spanking, this time with a leather
'swatter', they were all sent back to the showers as a group to
wash Darlene and 'her funky butt hole.'  The four in the latex
dresses weren't allowed to remove them and Darlene wasn't
released from her bondage and, since it was their job now to
provide towels, there were no towels and they had to return to
the classroom dripping for another round of spanking because of
their neglect of duty.

"You've totally ruined the schedule," Clarice berated them.  "So
to remind you what horse's asses you are today, I think I'll
provide a reminder.  Bend over."  Nancy and Clarice
ceremoniously inserted small butt plugs into each of the women's
anal orifices.  The plugs were especially humiliating because of
the horse hair tail that hung to each of the women's ankles.

Bread making class followed, starting with a lecture by Peggy, a
matronly 55-year-old woman, on 'the bread of life' and how
important bread was to families and marriages.  Most of the
women agreed that the smell of bread rising was wonderful.  They
served all the other students lunch and had only a couple of
minutes to eat some salad before they had to clean up and go to
exercise.  Power walking and jogging with butt plug tails was
especially irritating and showering in a latex condom dress was
useless, leaving four of the women slick with their own sweat and
body oils.

Somewhere in the afternoon they watched a video about the
clitoris and halfway heard a lecture on cunnilingus and their
homework assignments, more practice and writing about how they
felt about doing things to themselves.  Clarice appeared at the
end of the class to scold them for inadequate writing about
their weekends and to administer another round of spankings just
before the next cooking class during which they prepared food
for supper.  By the time they finished cleaning up, there was no
time to complete all of the homework assignments.

So the next morning, they endured more punishment, more work,
and more classes.  They rushed from one activity to another. 
And everything got harder.  There was a class on graceful walking
in high heels and they practiced by wearing heels for everything
but showers and physical fitness exercise.  The height of the
heels increasing every day.  And there were serious classes on
hygiene and even a Red Cross course on basic first aid and
cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The whole week was frantic for the freshmen.  None of them got
to see their husbands for more than a couple of hours and the
single women didn't get to select a boy toy.  The couplings were
frantic but totally unsatisfactory.  The cooking and cleaning
chores didn't end on weekends so they didn't get a break, a
chance to rest and recuperate.

The third week was just as frantic.  At least the rubber dresses
were finally gone.  But they could never seem to please Clarice
or the other staff and spent most of the week with something in
their butts "to remind you what assholes you are."  Darlene was
relieved of her bondage at the end of the third week with a stern
warning that it would be far worse if she violated the rules
again.

The three weeks as freshmen ended and three weeks as sophomores
began without ceremony.  They were assigned to 'dress up' for
their husbands or boy toys if you can call crotchless panties and
transparent lace corsellettes dressing up.  Most of them managed
an orgasm or two but the time with their husbands seemed kind of
empty and unsatisfying.  They remained 'dressed up' in some
obscene outfit continuously.

During the fourth week, they were relieved of cooking chores by
a new class of freshmen but grounds-keeping chores were added. 
The quantity of sexual activity kept going up but none of
them enjoyed themselves very much.  Reading and writing
assignments built up so that they were all punished with limited
time with their husbands at the end of the fourth week and
stern instructions to please their mates sexually so the men
wouldn't stray.

-=*=-

"Get to work, Katy," Kim snarled as they pulled weeds,
kneeling nude in front of flowerbeds.

"Why?" Kaitlyn replied calmly, slowly pulling one weed while
Kim had thrown two hands full into the wheelbarrow.  "No matter
how much we do, they won't be satisfied.  Haven't you noticed? 
We all get punished no matter what we do or how much."

"I'm not wearing one of those," Kim grinned evilly.

"It doesn't really hurt," Kaitlyn told her, squirming a little
in the rubber dildo thong, a large plug up her pussy and
another buried in her asshole.  "And if I just don't give a hoot,
it's kind of a turn on."

"You're nuts," Kim spat.  "Now get to work before we get in
even more trouble.  If you don't, I'll punish you worse than they
do."  She gave the young girl a vicious slap across her bottom.

As expected, they were scolded for getting the toes of their
high heeled shoes dirty and were given a frigid hosing off
outside before they went in for lunch.  Kaitlyn and Debbie were
already plugged and sat in little saddle seats.  The rest of the
women ceremoniously spread their cheeks and sat on rubber plugs
that had grown in size until it was almost painful to sit.  But
they were too exhausted to not sit or to argue.

After lunch, Nancy told them all to get something to drink
and then she herded them into a room they had never been in
before.  It was one huge padded conversation pit.  There were
soft cushions almost everywhere with a few hard flat surfaces
for their refreshments.  Clarice was waiting, nude.

"Are you ready yet?" Clarice asked quietly, not yelling
or scolding, as had become the norm.

"For what," Laura sighed.  Then her eyebrows furrowed and
she almost yelled out, "For what?  More work?  More spanking? 
More of whatever you tell us to do?  How is this shit making me
a better wife?"

"Kaitlyn?  Have you figured out what's going on?" Clarice asked.

"I figured out last week that no matter how much we do, you're
never satisfied."

Clarice didn't say anything.  She just looked around, waiting.

"It's like having five kids and a husband," Darlene spoke up.
"You're always running around and you can never get everything
done.  The first week here was a pleasant break from my life. 
This isn't really that bad."

"It isn't?" Clarice asked.  They expected a lecture but the
older woman didn't say anything else.

"I get it," Laura finally smiled.  "This is a lesson, right? 
The whole thing.  To teach 'you can't be super woman' or
something."

Clarice just smiled.  "Get your toothbrush.  Nothing else. 
And take off those things.  Meet me at the back of the gym in
five minutes."