
		'JAG'--- STANDS FOR  (J)UST (A)NAL (G)IRLS	


This story contains the following adult content: F/F, Anal, Toys, Cons/Noncons sex.  
Anyone not interested in this material or under 18 should not proceed farther.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, or any 
place, is purely coincidental.  This work of fiction is based upon the characters in the TV 
series "JAG".   No infringment of any kind is intended, this is for fun only.

	
	Singer would pay, Harriet vowed.  She got the bug in his ear to go back to sea.  
Harriet had gone without for weeks, nay, MONTHS while Bud was on the Seahawk.  
Now, Bud was in sickbay minus one leg (although not the most important one, from 
where she stood).  Still, she was responsible.  Lauren Singer was gonna get it.  

	Singer & Harriet had NEVER gotten along; & Singer's attitude about Bud's 
injury was more than she could tolerate.  She didn't have a plan; but nonetheless, Harriet 
swore that somehow, she'd even the score.  She had to think, & come up with a plan, 
FAST.  Singer was going out to the Seahawk to take Bud's place in less than a week; & 
Mac & Harm were already back.  

	After work, Harriet had a couple more drinks than she should have at the bar 
everyone at JAG frequented.  Singer was in a corner booth, with Harm's half-brother! 
'What a tease!' Harriet thought.  'She'll get him hot, leave him hanging, & go home & 
get herself off thinking about how she used him.  BITCH! Well, Lauren Singer, it's time 
you learned a NEW meaning to that word.' Harriet stormed out, barely noticing Harm & 
Mac coming in.  

	As she was driving around aimlessly, a dirty bookstore near McPherson Square 
caught Harriet's eye.  She pulled up, then realized she didn't want to go in in uniform.  
Good thing it was cold out.  She put on her raincoat, making sure to take her rank insignia 
off the epaulets, & got out of the car sans cover.  Now, her uniform wouldn't be noticed.  
She browsed around, & hit upon an idea.  Harriet could hardly believe what she was 
thinking of; but she went through with it anyway.  She bought a strap-on harness, a 
regular 'man-sized' double headed dildo, & a large 13" x 4" smooth & firm large size 
dong.  She was going to take her frustrations out on Singer, before she changed her mind.  
Her anger was boiling like a teakettle needing release.

	Singer had a flat in Arlington near the Metro.  Harriet quickly went home, 
checked up on Mike & little A.J.;  went upstairs & changed clothes, stashed rubber 
gloves, handcuffs, & the dildos she'd bought in an oversized purse.  Then, she left A.J. in 
Mike's charge again (what were brother-in-laws for? He was good, just like his brother.) 
& headed out.  Outside Singer's place, in the shadows, she marvelled at what she was 
becoming.  "God help me if I get caught," she thought.  "But, that bitch..." Singer's flat 
was in the back corner of the building, on the third of three floors.  It had windows facing 
the bushes behind it on one side, & over the grassy field between the edge of the building 
& the sidewalk several yards away.  To look it it, judging by the open & unlit windows at 
this hour of the evening, the building had only a few occupants other than Singer, & no 
one else on her floor.  

	Occupied as she was with slipping in unnoticed, Harriet herself didn't notice Mac 
pull up on the other side of the street, at the end of the block where Singer's side 
window(s) could be seen.  Mac's headlights were off in the deepening gloom, & she was 
dressed all in black.  Mac was more than a little concerned for (and about) Harriet, in 
more ways than one.  Mac wanted to see Singer get her comeuppance as much as anyone; 
but she was afraid Harriet was in way over her head.  Mac had noticed early on in 
Singer's tenure... 

	Shortly after her arrival at JAG HQ,  Tyner & Bud had noted that Singer had had 
her eye on a number of women passing through, & that a young ensign in trouble had  
requested new counsel when Singer came on a little TOO strongly.  Mac had (discreetly) 
reviewed Singer's service record, noting letters of commendation & reprimand alike.  
Then, when rifling through Singer's desk after hours, Mac had found a dominatrix mag in 
one of her drawers, with a mail-in card filled out.  The card was for information on a new 
hands-free masturbation system.  That clinched it, in Mac's book.  Singer was not only a 
manipulator; she swung both ways to get what she wanted.  She wasn't completely gay, 
obviously; Singer really enjoyed toying with men, in order to get them to do what she 
wanted.  Despite the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy of the military, Mac had a LOT of 
misgivings about Singer as a person, & not just as an officer of the U.S. Navy.  And now, 
bent on revenge, unaware of the exact type of personality she was taking on, Harriet was 
willingly heading for the tigress' den. Mac got out her set of hi-power binoculars, & sat 
back in the driver's seat to monitor the situation.  If Harriet got control quickly, it would 
be a good show.  And, Mac was more than willing to back Harriet up in more ways than 
one.  If necessary, she'd lie her ass off to cover for Harriet.  And, if Harriet stepped in it 
like Mac feared she would.... If she got in the middle... 

	Mac unknowingly dropped a hand to her lap & rubbed herself just a little.  She 
was wondering what it'd be like... too many men had crossed her path, ALL of them SO 
much trouble... a change of taste would be....

	Through her binocs, Mac saw Singer in her living room.  She could see Singer's 
place was laid out somewhat like Harm's was,  a large open living room with kitchen 
built in by the back windows, with the bed & bath rooms separated down the hall, & 
which could not be seen from the window facing the street.  Singer was heading for the 
door.  Mac could see she didn't check who was at the door, like she was expecting 
someone.  She opened the door without even looking.  "I hope it's not Harriet she's 
expecting!" Mac thought.  Not wanting to miss a moment, Mac switched on a parabolic 
mic she'd set up on the car door, & donned a large flat pair of black & silver Sony 
headphones. The first thing she heard was the door squeaking as it opened...  & Harriet 
burst through the door, tackling Singer with her fingernails extended.  She kicked the 
door closed fast.  'Good thing no one else lives on that floor', Mac thought to herself.  
'Let the show begin.' She could hear Harriet's voice through her earphones.  

	"You suggest to MY husband..." 'Nyrrghh.. OW!'.... "that going back to sea..." 
WHACK! "would be good for his career... and then...OW!! BITCH! YOU make jokes 
when he loses his leg? After you..." "AAAHH!" "HUH. After you move him out to make 
room for at JAG for yourself? You bitch.  Then, you cocktease a good friend of everyone 
else.  Wouldn't the commander love to hear about you toying with his brother.  There.  
Got you... ARRRGHH!!!" SLASH! Singer, almost completely bound in bondage cuffs by 
Harriet, had gotten a hand loose & punched Harriet in the face.  Harriet then obliged by 
slicing three fingernails across Singer's face.  "You BITCH! YOU'LL PAY FOR 
THAT!" Singer yowled.  Harriet ALMOST got her hands around Singer's throat... 
BLLAMMMMM!!! A fist to the temple spun stars in front of Harriet's eyes, which rolled 
up in her head as she fell down, out cold.

	Singer looked down at Harriet with contempt for a moment,  & turned to pick up 
the telephone & call the police, while below, Mac had her cell phone open & had dialed 
9-1-, and hadn't just yet pressed the last '1'.  As she was about to, Singer meanwhile laid 
eyes on the purse Harriet had dropped by the door.  She put down the phone, picked it up, 
& began rifling through it.  Mac closed her cell phone again & resumed monitoring, 
returning the earphone she'd moved back to hear her cell phone back over her ear.  "Hard 
to believe you're here JUST to throttle me.  You're not capable of that.  Let's... OHO! 
So... the little homemaker wants to rape me, huh? Gonna sink these up my ass & treat me 
like your bitch; weren't you? Didn't think you had it in you.  Well, MRS. Roberts, you 
don't know how big a bitch I really am.  NO ONE at the office does.  One thing about sea 
duty, it's a bit hard to have my kinda fun.  YOU'RE gonna be my going-away blow-out."  

	From below, Mac could see Singer pick Harriet up, & carry her in a fireman's 
carry to the back of the apartment.  Time to act, she thought.  She unplugged her headset 
from the para-mic's receiver & plugged it into it's accompanying belt pack amplifier, 
which looked like any ordinary cassette player.  Getting out of the car, Mac slipped 
across the street through the shadows & slunk inside the building.  It was dark, but she 
didn't want to be noticed; her white face & silver-colored headphones stood out like a 
sore thumb against her brown hair & black clothing.  "Let's see if you can best a fit 
female Marine, whore," she thought as she silently made her way up the stairs through 
the quiet building.  Once outside Singer's unit, she paused, & turned up the volume of the 
amplifier on her belt.  She could hear Singer's voice as clear as a bell. 

	"There.  All nice & secure.  Can't move, can't yell, even though there's no one 
else to hear you.  Just lie there, & I won't hurt you... MUCH!' Heeheeheeheehee...." 
Singer trailed off in a titter.  "MMMMWWMMMM!!!" Mac heard Harriet cry out 
through a gag as... heaven only knew what.  Time to find out, she thought.  Mac pulled 
her gloves tight against her fingers, & slung her earphones around her neck.  She grasped 
the doorknob & silently tested it.  It hadn't been locked.  She slid inside, silently closing 
& locking the door behind her.  Wouldn't do to have some expected, or another 
unexpected, person just walk in.  Unable to hear anything but low murmurs from the back 
of the apartment, Mac hesitated for a few moments, & pulled one headphone up to her 
ear.  

	"Mmmphh! MMMPHHH!!!" Try to bitch ME, will you? You're MY bitch, now.  
You LIKE being bitched, don't you? Bitched out with a big dick up your ass? You love it 
up your ass, don't you? Bet Bud can't give it to you like this!" "MMWWMMM!!!"

	Mac let the earphone slip back down to her shoulder, & tiptoed toward the 
bedroom.  There, through the open door, she could see...  there was Singer, with her back 
to the door, on a king sized bed that dominated the room, its foot facing the door.  Singer 
was buck naked, all tan & firm, holding Harriet's creamy form down cruelly as she 
humped an 11" long, 2+" wide, firm, pale skin-toned strap-on dildo up Harriet's rear end.  
Singer was so into it, she barely noticed anything else until....

	"GOTCHA!" "YEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!" "WWWWMMM!!!" Mac grabbed 
Singer by the hair, pulling her out of Harriet in the process.  "Well, revenge fuck going 
wrong, I see," Mac shot at Singer.  "You wanted a going to sea blow-out, did you? Try 
ME on for size! I'm in a lot better shape!" "No problem, Major Bitch! YYAAAA!!!" 
Rising up off the bed, Singer kicked out a leg, & Mac suddenly found her legs no longer 
under her.  Getting up, she growled "that's COLONEL Bitch to you, SLUT!" Mac 
slammed a fist in Singer's gut, & Lauren folded up.  Mac bent down to lift Singer by her 
arms... "WHOOAAA!!" FWWUMMMPP!! Mac found herself flung over Singer & out 
the bedroom door.  "Thought I couldn't fight, didn't you, Colonel? Just enough to 
overpower a housewife, perhaps? You thought wrong.  I'm a fighter in more ways than 
one.  Certainly I'm fit enough to take on an over the hill female Marine!" Singer snarled, 
advancing on Mac.  Just as Singer kicked out, Mac sprung to her feet & met the flying 
foot, grabbing Singer by the ankle.  Her forward momentum, together with the attack, 
caught Singer off guard, making her lose her balance.  Down she went.  Mac landed on 
top of her & wrapped herself around Singer.  "When I said 'Try Me', I meant it, 
LIEUTENANT.  Guess I'll have to try you." "You FIRST!" BLAMMM!! A fist to the 
chin... blackness overwhelmed Mac.

	Mac came to, only to find herself in a room she hadn't seen from the rest of 
Singer's place.  Like Harriet, she too, now, was bound in fur-lined, heavy leather 
bondage cuffs, stripped nude, gagged with a ball gag, lying prone on one of two twin-
sized beds.  Harriet was on the other one.  Singer was on top of Harriet, continuing her 
assault on Harriet's anus.  Noticing Mac stirring, she dismounted.  "Well, here's a sight 
I'd never dared hope to see.  The luscious Colonel MacKenzie, so trim & buff, 
completely buff & bound on my bed.  Your sweet ass, MA'AM, is mine.  You're a treat 
as sweet as our little blonde hausfrau over there.  And the beauty of it all is, you can't say 
ANYTHING to ANYONE about this."  She got up.  "I've got a new toy I'm just dying to 
try out before I go.  It'll let me open you up while I finish boring out Harriet's horny 
hiney.  You'll be ready for more.  Aaahhh... here it is.  Every now & again, a new toy 
comes along.  This...." Singer returned with what looked like a toilet plunger.  Only this 
plunger had two intersecting circles of rubber, instead of just one. In the center, on the 
underside of the heavy rubber from where the handle was seated, was a 9" tall by 5" wide 
solid pyrex buttplug! Mac's eyes bugged out as the sinister plug glistened in the 
moonlight shining through the windows of the otherwise darkened room.  Singer clamped 
the three foot long, solid plastic handle into the grip of a portable fucking piston at the 
foot of the bed.  "Looks like it'll work JUST fine..." Singer remarked as she unclamped it 
again, applied vaseline & KY to the solid silicon plug, & then got on the bed, straddling 
the bound & gagged Mac, sitting on top of her while facing toward Mac's firm behind.  
"Well... Sarah...I keep forgetting that's your real name.... what say we get to know each 
other? A little... PERSONAL... one on one time..." and with those words, she nestled the 
plunger into Mac's bottom.  "A perfect fit.  This isn't a toilet plunger, by the way; it's a 
toilet HOLE plunger!" Singer pushed down with the handle... "MMMWWMMM!!!" 
Mac mewled through her gag as the solid glass plug popped fast & hard inside her anal 
sphincter, flaring her open widely.  Mac tried to grip it with her bottom; but it popped 
back up & pulled itself out of her anus (mostly), leaving the tip prying her hole open 
(barely).  Singer pressed... Mac writhed... & Lauren plunged her poopchute manually a 
few more times before bending the flexible handle & clamping it in the poking piston 
once again.  Then, Singer switched the machine on, at medium speed.  "Enjoy!" "!!!!!!" 
Mac could barely even think as her ass was dilated endlessly... a large taper relentlessly 
flaring her asshole open... she was unable to grip the solid silicon plug... Mac knew 
nothing but the pressure against her sphincter as her bottom was repeatedly plunged... her 
bowels started to rumble... she needed to shit... but she couldn't, as her back passage was 
sealed up, covered by the butt-shaped rubber shielding that masked the unyielding, 
unbreakable taper... ecstatic lightning first sparked & then arced through her bottom... 
Mac mewled an endless "eeeeeee!!!!!!" through her gag... and with one more relentless 
push into her pooper, Mac felt an orgasmic electrical surge run through her pussy & she 
shorted out.  

	Meanwhile, Harriet lay prone on the other bed, gaping at Mac's delicious torment 
as Singer returned & remounted her; gaping Harriet's anus open again.  She hung on & 
grunted as Singer filled her fanny fuck-hole to the full, troweling the turd out of her tush.  
When, over an hour later, Singer finally tired of raping Harriet's rectum, she dismounted, 
pulled Harriet up by the hair, & dragged her over to the bed Mac was lying on.  Singer 
stopped Mac's probe & rolled her off the bed.  She then got Harriet down in Mac's place, 
settled the butt plunger in place in Harriet's asshole, & turned the machine on again.  In a 
few moments, Harriet, too, was shorting out on the dirty slickness of the hard plug as it 
slopped in & out of her reamed open rear.  Singer bent down & slapped Mac awake.  
"Uhhh..." "Up, bitch!" "YEEOWW!!!" Singer grabbed Mac by the hair & pulled her 
upright, dragging her back over to the other bed & throwing her down on it; whereupon 
she fell upon Mac & blasted her butt open with her mighty dildo.  "!!!!!!!!!!!" Mac's eyes 
bugged out as Singer bored in HARD.  "Try you out, is that what you said, Sarah? That's 
one order I'm HAPPY to obey.  I've always wanted you... uhhhh...." "!!!!!" "under my..." 
"MMMWWMM!!!" "power, bitch.  It's a dream come true.  A nice fat dildo, being 
stuffed up your sweet ass, by me.  Mounted & taken, raped & reamed & debased.  Ohhh, 
I wish I could tell someone.  But, NONE of us can tell ANYONE."  

	Much later... "Oh... I'm getting tired.  Think I'll just work you over by hand, 
now."  Singer gave one more mighty thrust with her hips, filling Mac's fanny completely, 
the dildo inserted all the way to the balls.  Singer loosed it from her harness, climbed off 
Mac, sat down on the mattress, & pulled Mac across her lap.  Then, she began frigging 
Mac's rear once again, stroking & hammering that firm, footlong-plus hotdog out & back 
up again, relentlessly battering Mac's bottom like she was a child being spanked.  Mac 
burned with humiliation as Singer held her down & worked her ass over.  Finally... 
Singer tired of her game....

	The room was quiet.  Singer was sleeping, sprawled out on the mattress; & 
Harriet appeared to be, also.  Mac struggled quietly for a bit & managed to get a hand out 
of her cuffs.  Mac glanced at the clock.  It was just after midnight.  They'd all been there 
since right around eight.  Mac wanted revenge.  If she could... just... she somehow 
managed to slide over to the edge of the bed & put her feet on the floor without waking 
Singer.  She then slipped off the edge & down to the floor, & freed herself completely.  
Rising up again, Mac tiptoed over to Harriet.  Putting a finger to her lips, she stopped 
Harriet's delectable dilating torment & freed her.  Mac cocked her head toward Singer...

	Singer awoke as the twosome jumped on top of her.  Mac held Singer's legs in 
place while Harriet slugged Singer in the temple, stunning her.  She then bound Singer's 
wrists together while her head spun.  A ballgag in her mouth, however, brought Singer 
back to reality.  Meanwhile, Harriet then held Singer down while Mac bound her ankles 
together.  Then, Mac caught sight of leather thongs knotted to the bedframe at just the 
right places.  The two bound each to Singer, until her arms & legs were not only bound 
together; but bound in place, unable to even move.  "HAH! Got you now, bitch.  You 
should have used those on me, Lieutenant.  Otherwise, YOU wouldn't be in that position.   
NOW, you get what's coming to you.  And you DON'T get to come."  H: "Thanks for 
getting me loose, Ma'am."  M: "I would've phrased it differently; but you're welcome.  
But, next time, Harriet, don't let her get the drop on you."  "Yes, MA'AM! Now, what 
ELSE has this little bitch got?"  Looking around Singer's playpen, the two found a 
number of large toys.  Between them, they took up a 12" x 3" inflatable black rubber 
dildo, a 14" x 5" hard & bumpy with a round base,  a 19" x 4" black monster rocket 
known as the 'rambone', & a 4' by 5" super long & super smooth double headed dong.  
They also found a funnel with a foot-long, squirmy outlet.  

	"Colonel; I don't know about you; but I'm feeling rather empty." "Well, let's just 
fill ourselves up before we do her."  "I've got a little something I haven't gotten to use on 
her..." She got out the dildos she'd gotten hours before, & gave Mac the double-header.  
Harriet then slid the 11" x 3" full bodied bong into her pussy, & then decided... she got 
the base of the plunger off the handle, & fitted it up her ass, nestling the rubber covering 
over her buns.  Then, she donned a pair of rubber panties from a supply Singer had.  Mac, 
meanwhile, slid the double-header into herself, one head in each end.  She then took up 
the dildo Singer had raped her with, considered it for a moment, & then bent over & 
stuffed it up her ass alongside the double-headed shit snake.  Squirming in pleasure, Mac, 
too, wriggled into rubber underwear.  So clad, they then set upon Singer with a will.

	"Okay, bitch... your turn... NOW... you pay.  Screw over MY husband,  and then 
sodomize ME, will you? Up... Yours!"  Harriet wielded the expanding dick, shoving it up 
in between Singer's cheeks.  Singer tightened up & fought, albeit not very easily, with 
her legs bound together as they were.  Mac grabbed a jar of vaseline from a large box full 
of it & KY, & smeared the entire jar into Singer's anal crevice.  "Okay, Harriet, pump up 
that rump!"  Singer began really squirming & was mewling through her gag as Harriet 
pressured her anal aperture with the inflate-a-dick until her rear entry finally gave way... 
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "GOTCHA! Going...uuUUUPPP!!!"  Harriet then, heavy-handedly, 
heaved the rubberized dong all it's length into Singer's hiney, and pumped the bulb... 
twice... three times... four... five!... Once More!!  "MMM! MM! MMMM! 
MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!" "Too much? Tough shit, bitch!" 

	Mac, meanwhile, was poking fun at Singer as Harriet filled her up.  "Oooohh, 
Harriet; you go, girl! Look at her ass! Sooo... pretty! That small, round, creamy butt, all 
bound up, tight & packed FULL!  That black rubber dong sticking up out of it, her buns 
spread out SOOO... WIIIDE..." Harriet giggled as Mac's words made Singer's face 
redden, which was clearly visible in the moonlight.  Mac grabbed the end of the bole & 
tried to pulll... it wouldn't give... "It's stuck up there good!" "Colonel, did you bring any 
other spy gear beside your snooper's earphones? A digicam, maybe?" "In my jacket 
pocket."  Harriet went & got it.  "What time is it, Harriet?" "Not quite a quarter to one."  
Good thing tomorrow.... today, actually... is a Saturday.  No having to go in bow-legged." 
"Yeah; and she's not leaving until Monday morning.  Good thing.  However, I think you 
might want to check in with Mikey.  He'll be getting worried."

	The two left Singer alone for a few minutes while Harriet called her brother in 
law, telling him she was drunk & was sleeping on Mac's couch for the night; while Mac 
checked her messages.  No one seemed overly concerned about their absences.  "Doing 
fine.  Let's blow her out & get out of here by sunup."  

	Going back to Singer,  finding her pushing her massive balloon dick out of her ass 
a couple of inches.  Harriet pumped it once again...  it grew... the pressure in Lauren's 
rectum was orgasmically intense... she gripped, squeezed, squealed, &....... 
SSSSsschhlOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!  She squeezed so hard she pushed enough of 
the air in the rubber balloon down & the rubber missile shot from Lauren's bottom like a 
rocket from a launch tube.  Harriet laughed; having been in the process of taking a picture 
of Singer's engorged shithole, she'd caught it all.  The rocketing cock shot over the edge 
of the bed & dropped to the floor.  "Ooohhh..Singer, you're such a nasty whore, you!" 
Sarah cried out.  Lauren had evacuated her bowels onto the sheet as the inflated dong had 
been expelled from her anus.  "Guess we'll just have to put it all back up there!" 
"Oohh!... Ma'am, I'd have never guessed you had such a nasty up the butt streak in you." 
"Image IS important, isn't it? If I could be the slut I want to be sometimes... Well, 
Lauren'll help take the edge off for us."  Mac greased up a baseball bat that had been 
sitting nearby.  H: "All the stuff she's got! You'd have thought she'd be having 'friends' 
over a LOT!" "Maybe she has been.  We've been making enough noise... Why isn't a 
neighbor banging on the door or the ceiling, going 'keep it down!'?" "Good point.  She 
can't use all this without help..." 'We'll check around.  Smile, bitch! Or should I say, 
'crack one!" (the last directed at Singer.)   With those words, Mac pushed the well-
greased, heavy wooden bat up Singer's behind.  "MMMWWWMMM!!! 
MMMMmmmmm...." "Well... the bitch really loves BIG up the ass, doesn't she? Bring 
that fanny flogging machine over here, huh?" Harriet got up & went over to where a 
portable hydraulic piston sat in a corner, brought it over & set it down at the foot of the 
bed.  She plugged it's power in while Mac levered the bat's handle down... Singer 
squealed & raised up just enough... Mac clamped the bat's handle into the piston's grip & 
Harriet turned the machine on... Singer howled a high note as she underwent an 
excruciatingly wonderful anal battery for almost five minutes.  As the bat assaulted 
Singer's anal g-spot, Harriet donned the hard & bumpy wide-body dick, smearing 
Singer's shit all over it.  Mac stopped the machine & withdrew the bat, & Harriet took the 
opportunity to mount Lauren & pressed her dong downward... & up into Singer's dirty 
depths.  Singer found & cried through her gag as she was widely dilated & felt her 
sphincter rubbed raw by the shit being reamed back into her bottom.  Harriet drilled until 
it was all back up there; & Singer was chafed & bleeding from several spots on her outer 
ring.  Harriet snapped another pic.  "Cavernous & sloppy & leaking EVERYTHING! 
You're up, Ma'am!"  

	Look out, Singer.  Mac had strapped on the 19" rambone & covering it thickly 
with vaseline & KY.  "Harriet.... lube her up, GOOD!" "OOOHHHHHhhh... AB-so-
LUTELY!"  Harriet sank the long squirmy funnel up Singer's butt, & then left it up there 
while she got a large plastic bowl from Singer's kitchen & mixed seven family sized jars 
of vaseline and an equal amount of KY in it.  Then, Harriet pored the mixture into the 
funnel; & the two watched as it all gooped into Lauren.  It was all inside in a couple of 
minutes.  "Mmmm... rrrrgghhh..." "She's cramping, Ma'am.  Better get in there!" 
"Oohhhh.... yeahhhh... I wish I was you right now, Lauren....I've done this on the 
receiving end a couple of times before; & when you're READY for it; it's the purest anal 
ecstasy!" Harriet started to schlup the funnel out...  

	"Harriet! Wait! I've got a NASTY idea... And, I've gotta pee.." "OHHHH, 
Colonel! You and I are GOING to HAVE..." "AA-men!" "NO! I mean, NO MEN!" 
They giggled, & Harriet pushed the funnel back into place.  Harriet wrapped herself 
around Singer, snuggling her sweet spot in place... and just let go her water.... after 
Harriet was done, Mac mounted, moved her dildo up,  & settled her nether region over 
the funnel & pissed up Lauren's ass.  "Piss enema, bitch!" Harriet pulled the funnel out as 
Mac raised up... And then Mac came back down & worked her not quite so wide as the 
last one but OOOHHHH so LONG bole up Singer's shit shaft.  Lauren clenched & 
trembled around Mac's mighty meat as Sarah snaked it, inch by delectable inch, it's 
entire length up her bottom, her ass channel arcing & sparking in orgasmic overload.  
Mac humped & bumped & ground & grunted her huge prong partway in & out of 
Singer's poopchute, leaving over a foot always up Lauren's back road, pushing piss, lube, 
& shit as high as it all would go.  "Ohhh, yeah, you bitch, you little slut.  You're taking it 
all.  You ARE taking... it... ALL!! It's beyond too wonderful for words, isn't it?"  Singer 
couldn't reply... she was just orgasmically shorted out... trembling as she just hung on to 
that mighty meat with all the might her rear end could muster...

	Finally, after Mac had assaulted Singer's anus to it's extreme for over an hour, & 
Mac had gushed cum all over her dick, which was now dripping onto Singer's bum, she 
finally dismounted.  "Get plenty of pics, Harriet?" "YES MA'AM!" "Okay.  It's getting 
close to five.  Let's rig her up & get out of here.  Get that."  THAT being the 4' x 5" 
double-headed super shit snake.  Harriet clamped it into place in the penetrating piston, & 
Mac slid 6" of the other end of Singer's rear.  "Set it to the max for both rotation & 
penetration.  Well, Lieutenant, you won't ever be able to sit & spin..." "How about shit & 
spin, Ma'am?" interjected Harriet.  "SNRKT! Hee(hic)... Good one, Harriet.! SNRKT... 
WITHOUT THINKING OF TONIGHT, BITCH! Enjoy! If you don't overload on 
orgasmic pleasure beyond the breaking point! Bye!"  

	So, Mac & Harriet slunk away, leaving Lauren to undergo a severe drain-pipe 
snaking... it crept deeper... spinning & beating a tattoo on her rectal walls as it drove as 
high into her colon as the piston would go... almost two feet of rectal ecstasy... all but the 
last inch or so of her descending colon was SOOO... FULLL... she couldn't recall just 
when she felt the will to get a hand from a cuff & slowly free herself... & then finally 
dismounted...  having enjoyed every debased moment & swearing she'd take more turns 
on Harriet & Mac, Singer went to a civilian doctor for a colonic, to get herself cleaned 
out & checked out.  Then, to see an ally on SECNAV's staff... Little did she know how 
that alliance would end for her...

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