5 comments/ 57293 views/ 50 favorites Book Worm By: Rickyroma The rows of ancient books on the basement level of the university library went on forever. I struggled to crouch down low enough to read the book title in the dim light. I pulled the heavy book from the tightly packed bottom shelf, while balancing three other large books in my other arm. As I stood up I felt my head hit something. Something soft and, well, warm. I quickly turned back and away from the object only to see a young attractive library assistant struggling to put a book on the shelf only a foot or two to my side in the narrow dimly lit aisle. Apparently, the top of my head came up and glanced against her breast. "Who do you think you are?" she asked with a sly whisper and a studious look. She caught me completely off guard and I didn't know how to respond. I did the best I could to avoid any suspicion, "Well I'm a grad student working on the thesis." I blurted out in a normal voice. She pressed her finger to my lips as if to silence me for not having whispered in the library, and looked me directly in the eyes and whispered, "Those books you are looking at are not for the faint of heart my friend". She pushed her librarian cart through the narrow isle past me and on towards the next location in the aisle where she needed to return a book. I stared at her perfectly shaped ass as it swayed side to side slowly away from me. She was wearing a soft clinging skirt and a sweater. The cart came to a stop and I heard her clear her throat. I looked up at her face to see that she had looked over her shoulder and totally caught me staring right at her butt. I quickly turned to look back at the list of books in my hand. Then I saw her out of the corner of my eye stretching up on her tippy toes to slide a book onto the top shelf maybe ten feet in front of me. Leaning over and stretching like that revealed her prominent highly perched breasts, the ones my head recently had the pleasure to feel by accident, her narrow waist, that nicely rounded ass, and a set of lovely thighs. Without even looking in my direction she whispered, "Take a picture, it will last longer..." I was so busted. Twice in less than 60 seconds. But I could not help it. She was probably the sexiest female I had seen in the past five years I had spent at the university. Plus, I think she knew it. "Hey, um I'm trying to find this book and I'm not really having any luck", I whispered holding up the scrap of paper with all the titles and Dewey Decimal numbers. She turned and began to walk towards me reaching out for the list and whispered, "More luck than most any guy in this library considering you have already touched my breasts and you don't even know my name yet" She looked at the list of titles. I blushed ten shades of red. After a long puzzling examination of the titles she whispered, "So this is a list of some of the darkest books I can think of, what kind of thesis is this anyway?" I swallowed hard and looked up at her with all the seriousness I could muster. "You would not understand, trust me", I whispered. She gave me a testing look and while pressing my list down between the cleavage in her breasts said in a loud non-librarian voice, "Try me!" I didn't really know how to respond. I was not sure if I could tell her the real truth or not, "I am a graduate student working on a PhD in psychology. My thesis is on the invention process of torture methods ", I said in a firm authoritative whisper. She just stood there for a minute, and then took a step closer to me so that her face was maybe a foot away from mine. She opened her mouth and was about to say something but then stopped. She slowly reached into her cleavage and produced the list handing it to me. I reached out to take it from her but she held onto it and then asked, "And what question does your thesis attempt to answer my wannabe psychologist friend?" At this point I knew the library assistant was also a student at the university, at least she was smart enough to know what a thesis was all about. In a way her question made me feel at ease. At least she didn't think I was some kind of freak as far as I could tell. Plus she was too attractive to be a full time librarian. I whispered my answer with the side of my hand to my face, "The question I will attempt to answer is this. How often was the inventor of a torture device subjected to the torture of the device? My hypothesis is that this was the case 100% of the time, and that in the subliminal mind of the inventor, they secretly wanted to experience the torture they had invented." "Oh my!" she gasped, taking a step back from me and leaning against the shelf of books behind her. I thought that was a strange reaction, but then what would a normal reaction be to the description of my thesis question? Almost everyone I had explained it to would simply pause and then say something like "Interesting" or my favorite response "is the university paying for this research?" So her response "Oh my!" did in fact reveal something about this woman. She looked a bit nervous and her hands were fidgeting behind her. She was somewhat effected by my thesis question. She then asked nervously, "How in the world do you ever find an answer to a question like that?" I stood up straight and took a deep breath, "Well first I study the history of torture devices, who invented them, and how they died. Which is why I am here looking for these books." She was breathing heavily now and looked a bit uncomfortable biting her bottom lip. "Then what do you do after that?" she asked. I found her curiosity refreshing so I decided to open up a little bit. I whispered, "I will take 30 volunteers through the process of inventing a torture device, one at a time, and then after they are done I will ask them questions about their device with a lie detector attached to them. One of the questions will be if they secretly wish the torture device would be used on them." "Wow that's really really scary" she said still biting her lip. "Why would that be scary?" I asked curiously. She grabbed the list out of my hand and began to walk down the aisle. "Well I know where this last book is", she said never answering the question. She walked over to the book check out station and the book was sitting on her desk. She reached for the book and turned to hand it to me and said, "There are some parts of the mind that should be left alone if you know what's good for you. Not even a shrink can make sense of that part." Then she turned and walked back to the aisle and continued putting books away. I took my arm full of books and sat down at one of the open study tables not too far away from where she was working. I began sifting through the books scanning over all of the different medieval torture devices trying to make sense of the history for each of them. Every once in a while I would see her down one of the aisles looking at me from between the stacks of books on the shelves. I felt a little bit like I was being stalked. But how can that be considered stalking when it is a gorgeous female you wish you had an excuse to get to know better? I looked at my watch. It was time for me to head to my next class. I scooped up the stack of books and headed to the book check out station. She saw me heading over there and met me behind the counter. I handed her my student ID and she began to scan the books. "So how do you find the volunteers" she asked coyly. I smiled and looked into her eyes, "They have to be students at the university, they have to be at least 18 years old, and they have to sign a release form, so I will probably post a flyer on the commons bulletin board". "Beep beep beep", the scanner made an objectionable alarm as she tried to scan the last book. "Oh, I am so sorry. This book cannot be removed from the library. It is considered special reserve.", she said in an official librarian voice. "But you can schedule times to review it here in the library and I can place it on hold. You would just need to come to the counter to get it." "Geeze, okay um put me down for an hour this time tomorrow.", I said as I grabbed the books that had been checked out and put them into my backpack. "Don't you want to know my name?" she asked. I looked up smiling, "It's Cindy. It says it right on your name tag." "No silly, that's not my REAL name. Too many love sick grad students stalking me all the time. My real name is Lori. I'll see you tomorrow... Lance", she said as she handed me my library card obviously having read my name off of it. Later that night, I began reading all about the various torture devices, the guillotine, the iron maiden, the brass bull, the wheel, the pincers, and the pear. The amount of pain and suffering seemed immeasurable to me. The pear in particular caught my attention. My real reason for the thesis topic was that I was intrigued by sexual torture. I knew these books were shallow at best on this topic. I knew that what they listed as sexual torture was just scratching the surface. I figured that because of the taboo nature of sex, authors had omitted the true nature of man. I knew there would have been volumes of history on the topic of sexual torture, if only people in the past had the guts to put it in print. Give any human enough power over the physical treatment of another human long enough, and eventually they will devise curious ways to entertain themselves through the pain of the other. Prison rapes for example are well documented, as are the secretive sexual exploits of slave owners in the south. Humans can't be left alone with each other for very long before one of the humans is tied up tight and the other human is sticking something painfully up the other human's ass. I closed the books and went to bed. I climbed beneath the covers next to Geri, my girlfriend of several years. Geri had a hot little body, but was strictly a missionary position sex partner. No oral sex, giving or receiving. No anal. No romance to speak of either. She was a good friend in every other way, just not in bed. I never had the heart to tell her either. I just take what she is willing to give. After all, sex is not everything. I showed up at the library the next day to review the special reserve book. Lori was there waiting for me with a smile on her face. "I put a post it notes in a few places for you Dr. Lance", she said as she retrieved the heavy book. Today she was wearing a dressy blouse and wool skirt with her hair pinned up. Sort of a harder look than the day before, but more professional and she was still very sexy looking even with all of that. I had to take a peek at the cleavage instinctively when she leaned over to slide the book towards me across the counter. Those were some amazing breasts. I sat down at the study table and began to look at the various pages she had marked for me. All of them had something in common. All of the torture devices were of a sexual nature. I felt a pit in my stomach. I realized that perhaps Lori and I shared a common interest. On the pear, the post-it note she had placed there had a note scribbled on it that said, "Poor inventor, I hope he was at least gay or bisexual. I'm sure the pear ended up in his anus if your thesis is correct." The pear is basically a medieval version of the speculum used today. Speculums are smooth stainless steel medical tools shaped like a small dildo varying in sizes, but most commonly about an inch in diameter and six inches long, with a handle attached. Doctors use speculums to insert into the anus or vagina and two halves lengthwise can be gently screwed apart slowly to open the orifice to view deep inside, or to perform medical procedures. The medieval pear is of course more crudely constructed of the wrought iron they had available at the time, is much larger perhaps 8 or 9 inches long, two inches in diameter, with a three inch diameter bulb shape at the end (hence the name) and separates into three sections as it expands. There is no handle. Just a large wingnut shaped key that expands the end of the pear when turned, causing much physical trauma to the orifices of the torture victim, as if having a three inch diameter hunk of wrought iron forced into your anus or vagina is not enough. The history stated that in some cases the pear was inserted into the mouth as well. In such a case, expanding the pear would dislocate the jaw and smash the teeth of the victim. This pear device was used all over Europe and came in a wide variety of styles, often gilded with gold leaf, encrusted with jewels, made of pure brass, or in some rare cases pure silver. It was clear that the upper classes were the ones torturing the lower classes, and that the owners of the pear were quite proud of their possession, perhaps a symbol of authority. There were even pears made of pure gold, and then there were pears made to be even more damaging that had three sharpened prongs at the end of each section. No doubt designed to lacerate the interior of the cavity during the expansion of the pear. I wondered what the procedure must have been like. I mean you don't just walk up to a peasant with your golden jewel encrusted pear and demand that they bend over and drop their drawers. There had to be guards involved, the peasant would need a trial, a conviction, a sentence. Then I would imagine, they would tie the poor bugger to some type of table expressly designed for this activity. As my mind was lost in conjuring this crazy form of physical punishment and all the pomp and circumstance that must have come with it, I could feel myself becoming aroused. Although I felt slightly ashamed, it persisted. I was actually getting off on reading about cruel sadistic torture of a human. Just then, Lori came walking up to the table. "Lance, I have something to show you that I think you might be interested in" she said whispering. "Follow me..." I left the table and followed her into the high stacks, book shelves so high that a ladder on rails runs the full length of the aisle. I followed her to the end of one of those aisles. She climbed up the ladder, looked up and down the aisle, and then looked down at me. She smiled and hiked her wool skirt up a tiny bit, spreading her legs as much as the ladder would allow. I gazed up her skirt to see that she was not wearing any panties and there was a shiny piece of metal embedded between her ass cheeks. It was the wing nut shaped key of a medieval pear! She had a pear inserted into her anus! She lowered her skirt and climbed down the ladder without saying a word. "Lori! I uhm, I mean... Lori?" I quizzed. She pressed her finger to my lips. "Shhhhh... this is a library", She whispered. She walked back to the book check out area and sat at her desk. I followed in total amazement. I slowly walked back to my open study table, wondering how it must feel to have that pear inside of her, wondering how she could even sit in her chair with that thing in her ass? I could not study anymore. I had to know what was going on with this amazing woman. I walked over to her desk and just stood there. "Can I help you?", she asked as if she had never seen me before. "Lori, how... I mean, what... ", I could not make the words come out. She stood up from her desk and opened a drawer retrieving a set of keys. "Follow me Dr. Lance", she said curling a finger at me. I followed Lori into one of the private reading rooms, the kind that have a locking door with a glass window. She unlocked the door and we went inside closing and locking the door behind us. "If we leave the lights off, and close the blinds like this no one can see in" she said adjusting the blinds. The blinds did not cover the entire window, leaving maybe a half an inch of gap on either side where the dim light from the basement floor of the library peeked through. Just enough light to cast a tiny bit of light onto the table and chairs in the room. Lori pushed a few chairs out of the way, and bent over the table. She worked her skirt up exposing her firm rounded ass cheeks. She spread her legs and her hand disappeared between her ass cheeks. I watched in amazement as she began to screw the wingnut shaped key counter clockwise. She panted and moaned with each turn. "Oh... God that feels devine...", she whispered in a low sexy voice. After three or four turns she withdrew the pear so that four inches were visible in the dim light. It glistened with moisture. "Lance, this last part is really big. I will pull my cheeks open if you could please gently pull the pear the rest of the way out of my ass..." she murmured grasping her tight ass cheeks and pulling them apart as wide as they would go. "Okay, um I have never done anything like this before, I'm not sure...", I reluctantly quizzed. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. "Lance, it is a hunk of metal in my ass, pull it out." She said in a sort of commanding tone. I put my hands on the outer rim of the pear. The metal was still warm from being embedded deep into her ass. I began to pull gently. "Pull harder Lance, harder!", she commanded. I pulled quite hard and the pear popped free from her ass. "Ouch! Oh, not so hard Lance! That's my anus you are ripping in two!" ,she scolded. I could sense a slight power play in her logic. Making sure I could not win no matter my choice. This Lori person was complicated. But I liked it. She still held her ass cheeks wide apart. I could see a nice gape where the pear had been. "Well Lance, what are we going to do?", she asked. I didn't even know what to say. All I could do is stare in amazement. "Lance, I will give you to the count of ten to think of something. If at the end of ten you have no plan, I need you to push the pear back into my ass. 10, 9, 8..." she counted while she held her ass wide open. I just looked at the pear. I held it up to the beam of light coming through the small gap in the blinds. It was very shiny. It had to be chrome plated or something. It looked very modern. Almost like a medical device. The wingnut key that turned the screw could be removed. That is how she was able to sit at her desk while impaled by the pear. I turned the screw five times clockwise to see how large it had been inside of her anus. The three inch bulb at the end expanded to about 3 and ½ inches. But there were plenty of threads left on the screw. I was sure the device could expand up to six inches in diameter before the screw reached the end. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, okay Einstein I can tell your brain is locked up in thought for the moment. Here is some lubricant", she reached into her waistband and pulled out a small tube of Vaseline. The kind you squirt onto your chapped lips. "Use the whole tube and put it on the tip of the pear", she instructed. I turned the screw counter clockwise and returned the pear to its closed position. I squirted the lube onto the tip of the pear and placed the pear at the entrance of her ass. I began to push gently. "Lance, you have to think medieval. Shove the pear into my ass!" she commanded. I pressed harder, but the pear met with significant resistance. "Lance, put both hands on the pear and shove it up my ass. Shove just like you are pushing a broken down car off to the side of the road. Back up and put your body into it.", she instructed. I looked at her creamy white ass, firm, round, spread wide and with that pear pressed up to her gaping hole. I put both hands on the end of the pear and gave it a good hard shove. The thick end of the pear pressed halfway into her anus and then slid back out. "That's good, just like that only this time a little harder", she begged. Suddenly we heard keys in the door lock. Someone was trying to unlock the door! I shoved the pear up her ass for all I was worth. It popped inside and slid right in to the hilt. Book Worm "MMMMFFFFF... ",she moaned through pursed lips. More rattling sounds came from the door as the person tried to find the right key to turn the lock. Lori quickly stood up and lowered her skirt, straightening it with her hands. The door opened and a hand reached in and flipped on the light. "AHEM!" , Lori cleared her throat. A confused student stood in the doorway looking at them. "Uh, we are supposed to have this room for the next hour. Um the Engineering study group", said the bewildered student. "Oh, no problem. We were just finishing up our meeting", Lori said in a professional voice. "A job interview actually. Lance is applying to work in the dungeon" she chided. Lance kicked the empty tube of Vaseline on the floor under the table as he stepped forward to leave the room. He smiled at the surprised student and added, "I hope I passed the interview okay" as he passed quickly through the doorway. Lance and Lori quickly walked down the aisle in the high stack area where they had been before when Lori first exposed her secret. As they walked towards the ladder Lori said, "We didn't get to do my favorite part." "What part is that?", Lance asked. "Turning the key...", Lori said blushing. "Here, we still can", she said as she climbed the ladder a few steps until her hips were level with Lance's face, pushing her tight round tush outward for Lance. Lance looked both ways and slowly slid his hand up beneath Lori's skirt. He could sense the heat coming from between her thighs as he felt his way up to the crevice in her ass cheeks. He ran his finger gently up and down the crevice trying to find the key protruding from the end of the pear. He could feel the moisture from her pussy welling at the edge of her pussy lips. "Too far forward", he thought. Lori moaned. He moved farther back and still could not find the key. He expected it to be sticking out from between her ass cheeks. But he soon realized Lori's ass cheeks were so ample, round and firm that they eclipsed the length of the key. He pressed his fingers deeper into the crevice of her ass. Lori moaned again thrusting her hips back a little. He found the key. It was smooth and warm, still coated with lubricant from a few minutes before. He gripped the key with his finger and thumb and slowly turned it a half a turn. "Umpf", Lori breathed in a quick short breath at the expanding sensation. Lance had to pull his fingers back out of the tight crevice between her ass cheeks, twist his wrist, and sink his forefinger and thumb back between her firmly clenched ass cheeks forcing their way back to the end of the key. He could sense Lori was clenching her cheeks tightly together in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and anticipation. "Relax...", Lance whispered. He pulled his fingers from the key and slid them to the entrance of her sopping wet pussy, slowly twisting two fingers inside. "Oh, that's very nice.", Lori said as she rested her head onto the rung or the ladder for a minute. Then after some gentle pussy stroking, Lori lifted her head and said, "Lance I have to get back to work. Give me five turns right now, as quickly as you can!" Lance withdrew his fingers from Lori's pussy and fished between her ass cheeks to find the end of the key. He had to use some muscle to overcome the resistance of her tightly clinched ass cheeks. "One", Lance whispered with the second half turn. "One and one half", Lance whispered as he wrenched the key a third half turn. "Ohhh", Lori moaned between pursed lips as her ass quivered. "Two", Lance announced with a fourth half turn. "Ohhhh...", Lori moaned again trying to keep hold of the ladder as the pear expanded deep inside her ass. "Lance, just do it. Just do it without talking about it..." She commanded. Lance felt a tiny bit controlled and decided to just let her have it. He looked both ways up and down the aisle to make sure no one was there. He pushed his other hand up her skirt, rudely slid his thumb into her wet vagina, cupped the front of her pelvis with the rest of his hand, pulled back on her pelvis so her ass turned up towards his face. He pressed his middle finger between her pussy lips to find her clitoris ready for stimulation. With her ass perched up high, he could easily grasp the end of the key. He forcefully turned the key three more times while moving his thumb embedded in her vagina and his middle finger buried between her pussy lips back and forth in a rocking motion to keep her ass perched up, relaxed and unclenched. Lori shuddered and bucked on the ladder, almost losing her grip. "Oh GOD!! That feels so good Lance!" Lori said as she had an orgasm from the intense pressure of the expanding device, and his hand manipulating her vagina and clitoris. She clung to the ladder with her face buried in her arm breathing hard clinching her legs together trapping Lance's hand from moving any more. "Are you okay?", Lance whispered while slowly withdrawing his hands. "Yes, that was amazing Lance. I'm just trying to regain my composure. And I'm a tiny bit embarrassed.", Lori said as she reached behind her and removed the key from the pear. She slid the shiny key into a pocket in the waist of the skirt, and slowly descended from the ladder. Once on the floor, she brushed the front of her skirt with her hands to make sure it was straight. She pulled a few bobby pins from her hair to let it down, only to twist it up on top of her head again and place the pins back in to make sure it looked crisp. She did all of this as if Lance was not even standing there, looking forward into empty space. "Lori, that was amazing. I had no idea, I mean I never imagined...", Lance struggled to put his thoughts into words. Lori looked up at Lance pointing a finger sternly, "Dr. Lance I told you that this is a part of the brain you do not want to mess with. Do not say I didn't warn you". And with that Lori walked back to her desk without another word. Lance just stood there watching her walk away from him, knowing that she had a modern version of a medieval torture device embedded deep in her ass. That is was now expanded to approximately 3.5 inches in diameter. That it required significant force to insert and extract the device. He figured there must be another person, or several people, involved in her life. Someone had to have designed the device, had the parts machined from pieces of steel, assembled the device and obviously tested the device. Tested it on Lori? He figured there was no possible way Lori could have started out with that large of a device. She must have worked up to something with a 3 inch girth. Lance had so many questions to ask. And yet she just walked away from him. Even after a very intense sexual experience. How could she be so matter a fact after such an intimate exchange? She had to know he was left with a thousand burning questions. Lance walked over to her desk and said, "Lori, I have so many questions. I need to talk to you. I want to know more about what you know, how you came to be in possession of that device, and how you learned to use it?" Lori just smiled silently shuffling paper work on her desk and whispered, "Lance, it is not rocket science. When this device was invented people still thought the world was flat. There was no TV, life was very boring... dear." Lance became slightly insistent whispering sternly, "Lori, you have to explain where that came from. Does it stay in you all of the time? Do you take it out when you go to bed at night? Who gave it to you? What would ever happen if you ever lost the key for God's sake?" Lori just continued working looking down at the papers she was arranging. After a second she looked up at Lance and said, "Your time with the private reserve book is up. If you want to reserve it for another time, you will need to schedule it." Lance gritted his teeth and whispered, "Okay, schedule it for the same time tomorrow. I have to get to class anyway." And he turned to gather his things from the open study table. As he threw his backpack over his shoulder he turned to Lori and said, "This isn't over, I'm going to find out what you are up to eventually. You are a complicated person, but I like that." During class Lance could not stop thinking about what he had just experienced, the sight of that metal object emerging from between those perfectly round, firm, alabaster ass cheeks. The amount of force required to press the pear up inside of her anus. Even with all of that lube. The sensation must have been unbearable, or at least it would have been for him if someone was pushing the pear into his anus. And what did she mean when she asked him if he had a plan? What plan? What was she even talking about? There were so many puzzling thoughts and emotions. Did she like him at all? Was she just using him? How many other guys does she share this experience with? Lance realized one thing for certain. She was right. There was no TV during the medieval time period and life must have been very boring. Maybe that would explain why the pears were so ornate and carefully crafted. Maybe that particular form of torture was just as much about entertainment as anything else. He realized that time for them was meaningless. They, the royals, could tie up a victim and take all the time they wanted using the pear, and any other device they could conjure up, to entertain themselves. The next day he arrived at the library to check the book out again. He expected to see Lori there but instead there was another gal. Lance stepped up to the gal and asked, "Where is Lori?" The gal looked up and replied, "You mean Cindy?" "Yes, Cindy I guess. Where is she?", Lance asked in a desperate tone. "This is her day off.", she replied. "Is there something I can help you with?" Lance looked around for a second, confused and bewildered and then said, "Yes, I have a special reserve book to check out. It would be under the name Lance." The gal picked up the book off of her desk and handed it to Lance. "Here it is, right here.", she said handing the heavy book to Lance. "You have an hour." Lance took it over to the table and began trying to find the page where he left off the day before. As he turned to the page he found the key to the pear and a post it note placed between the pages. The note read: "Lance, you need to meet me at "Victory Auto Repair" at 6pm when it closes. Go in through the back door. You are good at that." And then there was a pear shaped symbol with a smiley face drawn below the hand written text. Lance looked at his watch. It was 5:30 already. He would have to leave right away. He put the key and the note in his pocket and handed the book back to the gal at the desk saying, "I need to reschedule for the same time tomorrow." Lance quickly crossed campus and walked down the side street in the cold wind trying to remember where he had seen the auto repair shop. As he turned the next corner he could see it a half a block away. He looked at his watch and it was now five minutes to six. He stepped up his pace. As he approached the auto repair shop he could see the lights turn off. But no one had left the building. He wondered what was going on. As he walked around the building to the back he could hear voices. Then he heard a shot ring out, "BANG!" followed by a loud yelp! He ran to the back door and opened it quickly. There were four people standing just inside the door each holding a pistol. They turned to him. One of them reached out his hand to shake hands and said, "You must be Dr. Lance?" After quickly surveying the scene and realizing this was some type of private BSDM club being held after hours at an automotive repair shop, Lance reached his hand out to shake hands with the man introducing himself. "Yes, I am Lance." Lance looked at the four people. He realized they were all wearing black terry cloth robes and slippers. There were men and two women. He could tell they were very attractive people. He could distinguish that the two women were just as sexually appealing as Lori. If not more so. The man shaking his hand said, "I am Jeremy". He was a strawberry blond man about 35 years old who was about 5'7" and quite muscular. He motioned to the woman standing by his side and said, "And this is Angela." Lance reached out and shook Angela's hand. She was about 23 years old 5'6" and had long dark brown straight hair and pale fair skin. Her body was very nice and Lance could not help but notice her shapely round butt, wider hips and long legs. Jeremy motioned to the other man and said, "This is Mike". Mike reached over to shake Lance's hand. Mike was 6'4" tall and not an attractive man, but he had broad shoulders and powerful looking arms. He was a tiny bit older with short close cut grey hair and had very tan skin. Jeremy motioned to the second woman and said, "This is Kami". Kami stepped forward and shook Lance's hand. Kami was 5'2" and slender. She was very attractive and had a wide inviting smile. A petite woman in her mid 30s and could easily be a Victoria's Secret model. Her body had perfect proportions and a very cute heart shaped ass. Her hair was light chestnut brown, long full and curly. Her eyes were hazel and her tan glowed with just the right tone. Lance stood motionless and looked further into the dimly lit shop area. Beyond the two cars parked in the service bays, bent over the workbench was a figure of a person. At first he could not make the person out very clearly. But then he recognized Lori's two ample, firm, round alabaster ass cheeks displayed prominently. The left ass cheek had a splotch of yellow paint about two inches in diameter with runs of paint slowly moving down the back of her thigh. They had tied her to the workbench in a bent over position, with her legs tied spread wide apart. And her wrists tied spread apart to the top of the bench where the pegboard held the auto repair tools. She was wearing a leather motorcycle racing jacket and helmet. All that was exposed was her ass and the top half of her thighs. Each leg was wrapped tightly in a shop blanket from the mid thigh down. The kind of thick wool shop blanket mechanics use to lay over the fender of a car when they work on the engine, to keep from scratching the paint. These four people were apparently shooting paint balls at her bare ass from across the room. "Quickly Lance, we have been waiting for you. Quickly, remove the pear from Lori's ass. Her anus is the bull's-eye of our little paintball competition, and the pear is obviously in the way.", the Jeremy said as he motioned towards Lori. Lance removed the key from his pocket and walked towards Lori. The four people with the paint ball pistols in hand followed closely behind. Lance leaned up to see Lori's face through the glass in the motorcycle helmet. She had tears running down her cheeks. "Lori are you okay?", Lance asked. "Ye, ye, yes... I'm fine.", she stammered sniffing back the tears. "Remove the pear and do what they say Lance. This is all part of a very sophisticate game. I want you to observe it. You can even participate if you like." "Lori, are you sure you want to do this?" , Lance asked. Lori just nodded her head yes moving the helmet forward and back and then laying her head down on the workbench. "You heard the woman Lance, she needs you to remove the pear. Now get down to business. We don't have all night.", Jeremy insisted. Lance placed the hex shaped shaft of key into the hex shaped socket in the pear. He quickly began to turn the key clockwise. Lori's hands instantly clenched into balled fists and she let out a yelp from within the helmet. "Wrong way Lance! Here, get out of the way, let me do it!" , Jeremy said pushing Lance out of the way and grabbing hold of the key. He turned it counterclockwise 8 full turns. Lori moaned from within the helmet as the pressure in her bowels relieved. "Quick, Lance, hand me that bucket.", Jeremy said pointing to an empty five gallon white plastic bucket. Lance reached for the bucket and handed it to him. Jeremy placed the bucket just below Lori's ass and said, "Here Lance, hold it right here." Lance held the bucket, not understanding exactly what was about to happen. Mike stood to the side of Lori and spread her ass cheeks apart to expose the base of the pear. His strong looking meat hook hands pulled Lori's cheeks as far as they would go." Jeremy gripped the base of the pear and as he pulled leaning back with his weight, the pear slowly emerged about four inches. He grasped the four inches of bare metal exposed with both hands. He pulled hard with a yank and the pear popped free. Lori's body convulsed slightly and a forceful stream of white liquid spewed out of her gaping ass into the five gallon bucket. Lance steadied the bucket, pressing the edge into the backs of Lori's thighs to keep the stream of white liquid aimed at the center of the bucket. About a gallon of fluid filled the bucket and then the stream subsided to a trickle. Kami pulled a few sheets of paper towel from the adjacent sink and wiped Lori's gaping ass with it, dropping the spent paper towels onto the floor. She pulled two more and wiped the yellow paint off of Lori's left ass cheek to reveal a red welt about the size of a quarter. "Oh my, how exquisite!", Kami remarked as she leaned over and gently kissed the red welt. Lori's ass twitched at the sensation. Kami stepped back to admire the gaping anus before her. It was still quivering from the release of fluid. She leaned over blew into the gape as the Mike continued to hold Lori's ass cheeks wide open. The anus clamped shut and then opened again slowly. Mike released Lori's ass and patted it tenderly. He took a blue ping pong paddle and placed it in Lori's right hand. Lori grasped the paddle firmly. "Let the competition begin!", Mike said as he turned away from Lori and began to walk back to the back of the shop near the rear door. He latched the door locking it securely and turned to Lance saying, "You are welcome to observe but you must stay until the end of the evening. You may participate if you like, but only when Lori is the victim. The rest of us have to get to know you better." Lance stood off to the side and replied nervously, "Okay I will just kind of observe for now." Jeremy could sense concern in Lance's voice and whispered, "Lance we have taken precautions to make sure Lori is safe. The paint ball pistols are set at a reasonably low pressure. They will sting and leave a small red welt, but the welt is only temporary and will be gone by morning. We have covered the parts of her body we do not want to hurt, and left only her bare ass and upper thighs exposed. These are the parts we would normally spank or whip. But in this case the splat of a paintball at high velocity against her bare skin will do the job. It is quite effective." "Effective at what?" , Lance asked. Jeremy and the others smiled looking at each other and then Jeremy explained, "See the paddle Lori is holding?" "Yes", Lance replied. "Lori will signal to us that she has reached her limit when she drops that paddle", Jeremy explained. "She is addicted to the sensation of pain Lance. It is a dark part of the mind that craves it, and you are about to see the effect." Jeremy then quickly turned towards Lori, raised his paintball pistol and fired a shot. "Thwack" the yellow paintball splatted on Lori's right ass cheek. Even from across the service bay Lance could see her body convulse in reaction to the sting. Lori did not let out a peep, but her grip on the paddle tightened. Jeremy continued his explanation in a soft whisper, "The anticipation of when and where the next paintball will hit is exhilarating to Lori. Her mind is spinning a million miles a second and the endorphins are filling her neurotransmitters with otherworldly sensations you do not yet understand... only because you have not yet experienced them for yourself. We each have two shots. So her challenge is to see if she can handle all eight shots without dropping the paddle." Book Worm Angela carefully aimed her pistol at Lori's exposed ass. "Thwack!" another paint ball splatted magenta color right above the tiny crease between her upper left thigh and her left ass cheek, nearer to the crevice of her ass. Lori wriggled from the sting, and from the sudden realization that the shots were getting closer and closer to her sensitive anus and pussy. A long pause passed as Angela continued to aim carefully and Lori's ass simply twitched involuntarily from the stinging pain. Her grip on the paddle was tight though signaling her resolve, and thirst for more. "Thwack!" Angela's second magenta paintball hit Lori's right inner thigh about two inches below her pussy. Lori's legs pulled tight against the restraints as she tried instinctively to pull her legs together to protect her sensitive pussy, but there was no escape. In her position, both her pussy and anus were clearly exposed and there was nothing she could do but wait and hope that none of the marksmen would have the evil inclination to aim at them, or the skill to actually hit them. Mike raised his pistol carefully aiming towards Lori's exposed ass. Both of Lori's ass cheeks and even her thighs were now trembling from the confusion of pain. Her ass glistened from perspiration that reflected the dim light from the workbench lamp. The yellow and magenta spots had narrow streaks slowly making their way down her thighs. "Thwack!" a green paintball hit Lori right on the back of her left thigh about three inches below her ass cheek. And before she could even process the pain, "Thwack!" a second green paintball hit Lori on the back of her right thigh about two inches below her ass cheek. This time the paddle trembled in Lori's tightly gripped fist. She was experiencing intense pain, but she was determined not to give in. Mike was obviously a good shot, and yet he decided to avoid a direct hit on her pussy or anus choosing instead to hit the back of her thighs mercifully. But even a shot to the sensitive skin on the back of the thigh is an unbearably painful sting. The paddle moved slightly from side to side as Lori writhed in pain from the sting. Kami then raised her pistol and began walking towards Lori aiming carefully as she moved silently across the open bay towards the work bench. When she was about half way to Lori she pulled the trigger two times successively "Thwack! Thwack!" One shot of blue paint hit right directly on Lori's poor gaping anus. The second shot of blue paint hit directly on her pussy. Lori's ass cheeks clinched tightly at the searing pain, her wrists and ankles pulled tightly against the restraints, the paddle dropped out of her hand and landed on the benchtop, and then Lori's body went limp. Kami dropped her pistol and ran to Lori. She pulled the helmet off of Lori's head and could see Lori was in tremendous pain. Her eyes were clinched tightly shut and she was panting. Kami took a clean shop towel and rinsed it in the sink and dropped to her knees between Lori's spread legs. Kami began to carefully wipe the splotches of paint off of Lori's ass and thighs, revealing bright pink welts beneath the paint. Lori's pussy lips were swollen and red. Kami gently kissed the welts as she caressed Lori's still trembling ass cheeks. Kami's mouth disappeared into the crack of Lori's ass and slowly made it's way to her quivering pussy. Kami's tongue licked and lapped at the juices flowing from Lori's hot wet pussy. As Mike, Jeremy, Angela and Lance walked slowly over to the workbench from across the open bay, they could see fingers of Lori's hands extend and flutter as Kami's expert tongue began to transform the intense pain into heightened pleasure. Lori's hips began to thrust back towards Kami and Kami's hands slid to the front of Lori's thighs to pull herself in more tightly, pulling Lori's thrusting hips onto her face. The rest of the group gathered behind Lori to watch Kami bring her off with her expert tongue. Lori climaxed easily from all of the intense erotic activity and Kami had won the right to deliver the orgasm after having hit the bulls-eye, or maybe having the nerve to hit the bulls-eye. Kami pulled away from the convulsing pussy slowly, revealing a hot wet pussy ready for action. Jeremy spoke,"Lance, would you like to fuck Lori before we release her for the night? I'm sure would want you to. After all she trusted you with the key to her pear." "Oh that would be so nice.",Lori moaned lifting her head from the workbench to look over her shoulder at Lance. "You mean with her tied up like this? With all of you watching?", Lance asked. "Yes Lance, with her tied up like this and with all of us watching.", Kami responded. "That is a huge turn on for Lori." "Mmmm... yes... it is.", moaned Lori. "Please Lance, pretty please fuck my aching hot wet pussy in front of all these friends of mine while I am tied up helpless to stop you." Lance looked around at Jeremy, Mike, Angela and Kami, then he looked at Lori. Her body was so tightly fastened to the workbench, legs spread, her ass exposed. Tiny beads of sweat glistened off of her smooth exposed skin. She looked in Lance's direction from over her shoulder straining to see him, waiting anxiously for his reply. Lance shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay". He began to unfasten his pants. Lori laid her head back down on the bench and moaned,"Mmmmmm Lance, thank you". Angela reached to the workbench and grabbed a folded robe and handed it to Lance. "Here Lance, undress completely and put on this robe. It will be more comfortable.", she instructed. Lance kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, drew his shirt up over his head and took the robe from Angela. "Thanks. That probably will be better", Lance replied. Then Lance lowered his boxer shorts and stepped out of them. "Oh my!", Angela remarked when she saw Lance's penis. It was only half hard but hung down a good seven inches and had a nice fat head at the end of it. "Lori he is hung!", Angela continued. Lance giggled saying,"It's not that big really". Lance knew he was larger than average. Especially the head of his penis. Gals he had been with always commented on how big the knob at the end of his penis was. "Here, let me get you ready since Lori is a bit 'Tied Up' right now", Angela volunteered as she dropped to her knees in front of Lance. Mike, Jeremy, and Kami had taken folding metal chairs that were leaned up against the wall and unfolded them placing five of them semi circle behind Lori while Angela licked and slurped Lance's half hard penis. They sat down comfortably to watch. Angela pulled he mouth off of Lance's penis and took a deep breath, then she went down on him with a renewed effort sinking her lips all the way down his shaft. Lance moaned, "Oh God that feels good." Lori raised her head slightly and whispered, "Angela not too much, don't make him lose his load before he fucks my pussy." Angela pulled off of Lance and looked at his glistening throbbing penis. It was jutting straight up at an angle and bouncing a little. "Oh he's ready now. Look at that magnificent cock!", Angela said. Mike, Jeremy, and Kami all chided in with cat calls and gasps. Lori thrust her hips back two or three times quickly and moaned, "Mmmm... mmmm..." as if to entice Lance to penetrate her quivering pussy with his readied cock. Angela sat down straightening her robe over her crossed legs. Lance stepped up behind Lori and fed his cock slowly into her sopping wet pussy. "Ohhhhh...", Lori purred as she felt the big knob push it's way deep into her vagina. Lance began to thrust his penis in and out, pressing Lori's thick thighs into the edge of the workbench with each inwards thrust. Lance's hands gripped Lori's waist as he began to thrust in earnest. He fucked and fucked for what must have been 20 minutes, pounding away at Lori's pussy. It became sort of clear that maybe Lance was experiencing stage fright. Angela leaned forward and looked at Kami winking. The two gals got up and walked over to Lance, who was pounding away with his eyes closed. Angela removed her robe and put her hands on either side of Lance's face. As Lance opened his eyes in surprise Angela pressed her tongue into Lance's mouth and pressed her body against his. Kami removed Lance's robe and then her own. She pressed herself against Lance's back and reached around gripping his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her face dropped down to Lance's neck and she sunk her teeth into his skin. Angela reached down between Lance's legs and gripped his testicles. She pulled him forward and back by the testicles with each of his thrusts. "Mmmmph!", Lance moaned with Angela's tongue still in his mouth. He was getting close to losing his load. Kami moved one of her hands from Lance's chest and licked her middle finger. She ran her finger down Lance's back and right down the crack of his ass to his anus. She pressed the tip of her finger into his anus. "Mmm.. Mmm.. Mmm...", Lance prostested slightly. Lori raised her head and looked over her shoulder saying, "Hey be nice to him leave his ass alone." Angela pulled away from Lance's mouth and licked two of her fingers and shoved them rudely into Lori's ass. "We will do whatever we please slave. Don't make me fist your ass." ,Angela remarked as she twisted and shoved her fingers deep inside Lori's ass. Kami was on her knees now prying Lance's ass cheeks open and shoving her finger in deeper while biting Lance on the ass. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!", Lance moaned as he shot his load deep inside Lori's pussy. "That's it baby, that's it, pump your cum into Lori's hot wet pussy", Angela whispered squeezing his testicles slightly as he continued to orgasm. Kami could feel his anus clinching with each pump of his prostate as his semen forced its way out of his penis and into Lori's pussy. Kami fucked her middle finger in hard, shoving it in as deep as she could and curling it forward to massage his pumping prostate gland. "That's a good boy Lance, pump her full of cum baby, keep pumping.", Kami whispered as she wormed her middle finger all around inside of his convulsing anus forcefully. "Oh God, that feels sooo nice" , Lori moaned feeling the hot cum spurting deep inside her pussy. "Okay okay okay..." ,Lance begged after finishing his last spurt of semen. Kami slowly withdrew her middle finger from Lance's ass. And kissed his butt cheek where she had left a few bite marks. "Mmmm nice ass",Kami whispered patting Lance's ass as she stood up. Angela gripped Lance's testicles with one last squeeze and slowly removed her hand from between his legs running her finger up to his lips and giving him one last kiss. Then she said, "That was a pretty good fuck, don't you think Lance?" Lance slowly withdrew his penis breathing hard from all the work he had done for the last 30 minutes. "Yes, that was simply amazing" , he commented between breaths. Angela leaned over, kissed Lori on the ass, and rammed the two fingers still in her ass as deep as she could making Lori jerk against her restraints. Then Angela looked up towards the group and said, "I think there is still one orgasm left inside of Lori. "No!", Lori begged pulling on her restraints and shaking her hips back and forth knowing what Angela had in mind. "Yes, I think she does too" , Kami said in a sly voice walking over and slapping Lori on the ass. "Lance you will want a front row seat" , she continued. Mike and Jeremy stood up and scooted the semi circle of chairs closer to Lori's ass. "I have to agree. I think Lance needs to see this" ,Mike said winking at Angela. "No! P, P, Pl, Please no..." , Lori begged. She started to whimper and thrashed from side to side shaking her ass in protest. "Oh come on Lori, you know it's your favorite. Just go with it. Lance will like it, most guys would. It is an amazing thing to see", Jeremy said chiding Lori. Lance wondered what in the world they were talking about as he put on his robe and sat in one of the metal folding chairs. "Lance, scoot over one. I need to sit directly behind Lori" , Kami insisted. Lance moved over wondering what she meant. Kami sat in the chair right behind Lori's exposed ass. Mike walked over to the workbench and picked up two long black leather neoprene gloves, the kind a mechanic would wear to protect his hands in the parts washing machine. He handed them to Kami and she began putting them on. Lori heard the sound of the rubber gloves snapping and whimpered, "No please... no... Oh God no...". Kami turned to Lance and said, "Lori likes having her ass fisted. My hands are the smallest so I'm the one to get this chair for now. But you are in a good spot to see everything. You are really going to like this. You wont believe how much this turns her on." "Right Lori?" ,Kami said as she slapped Lori's ass with both of her neoprene gloved hands. Lori started crying. Angela came over to the workbench, leaned over and began kissing Lori and stroking her hair. Lori became engaged in the kissing and started moaning softly. Kami could sense that Lance was a tiny bit confused about what was taking place. She nudged Lance with her elbow and pointed to Lori's pussy. Pussy juice was running down the insides of her thighs. Lori was obviously turned on completely. Kami leaned over and whispered into Lance's ear, "Lance she really really gets off on this. She is just embarrassed. Sometimes the kinky things we like are hard for us to admit to other people. And sometimes the kinky things we like hurt allot and scare us when we first start, but once the juices in our brain begin flowing, we are in perfect bliss." Lance just sat there in total amazement at what he was about to witness. Mike handed Kami a large can of Crisco. Kami placed it on the floor between her feet. Mike sat on the other side of Kami. Jeremy stood on the other side of Lori and faced Kami. He reached over Lori's exposed ass and grasped her ass cheeks pulling them apart for Kami. Lori started to buck against her restraints knowing what was about to come next. Angela held her lips to Lori's cradling her head in her hands to keep their lips locked tightly together. Lance could hear Lori breathing heavily through her nostrils. He began to worry that these people were about to rape Lori against her will. Kami leaned over to Lance and whispered in his ear, "Lance, we have done this for Lori over a dozen times. You have to trust that we are doing what we know she will enjoy. This will all make sense in a minute." She patted his leg. "Okay baby, open your ass for mommy", Kami announced as she plunged her right hand into the can of Crisco and scooped out a big glob. Lori began to buck and pitch, wiggling her ass side to side breathing heavily through her nostrils. Kami slopped the glob of greasy Crisco right onto Lori's anus and then instantly wedged her four fingers into Lori's bucking ass twisting and churning them from side to side. "Mmmf, MmmmF... ", Lori moaned through Angela's persistent and forceful French kiss shaking and bucking wildly. Kami folded in her thumb and pressed her hand right up into Lori's bucking ass up to the wrist. "That's it baby, open your ass for mommy" , Kami said in a soothing tone. Lori finally stopped bucking and remained still, breathing heavily. Kami nudged Lance and pointed to the pussy juice literally running down Lori's inner thighs and soaking into the wool blankets wrapped around each leg. Kami patted Lori on the ass with her other hand gently and said, "There you go sweetie, that's a good girl, just relax. Open that ass for mommy". Kami turned the fist in Lori's ass about 180 degrees and pressed her fist in even further sinking in another three inches past her wrist. "Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm..." , Lori moaned. These were moans of pleasure, not protest. Kami had reached that bliss she had mentioned to Lance earlier. Lori was now a rag doll lost in erotic pleasure. Her body had given into her kinky desires. She was now Kami's anal slave. Kami slapped Lori's ass with her free hand and pulled the embedded fist back out of her ass with a loud slurp. "Uhhh... " , Lori moaned and bucked forward. Kami rammed her fist right back in while twisting side to side. "Mmmm... Mmmmm... " , Lori's moans were deep and involuntary. Angela pulled away from Lori's face and gently moved Lori's brown hair out of her face. Lori's eyes were closed and her mind was now focused on the pleasure she was receiving. Angela kissed Lori on the cheek and then moved down onto her knees next to Lori. Without Angela French kissing her, Lori's breathing could be heard more clearly and the moans were deep and slow as Kami twisted her hand deep inside Lori's ass. Angela reached up between Lori's thighs and slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. "Oh yeeeees..." , Lori moaned. Angela continued fingering Lori's pussy, rubbing her clitoris and running her fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Kami placed her free hand into the can of Crisco and pulled out another scoop. She withdrew her hand from Lori's ass and shoved the other hand in delivering a load of greasy Crisco deep inside of Lori's ass. "Mmmm... oh god... oh god!" , Lori moaned. Kami leaned over to Lance and whispered, "She knows it's coming". Then Kami withdrew her hand slowly wiping the excess lube all over the outside of her anus. Her other hand balled up and punched right past the relaxed sphincter. Lori bucked slightly. Angela kissed and licked Lori's butt from the side, understanding what was coming next. Kami pulled the balled fist back out and punched her other hand in the same way. Lori bucked again and moaned. Kami began punch fisting Lori alternating one fist and then the other. Lori began to moan loudly, "OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH...." Kami kept an even rhythm just punching away at Lori's relaxed anus. Angela focused her fingers on Lori's clitoris rubbing back and forth sliding front to back with her fingers entering Lori's pussy half way each time. "OHHHHH... OHHHH... OHHHH GOD!!" , Lori was beginning her orgasm. Jeremy released Lori's ass cheeks and slapped them hard "Whack!" and then grabbed and groped at the fleshy perspiration covered ass cheeks pinching handfuls of ass and slapping them hard. "GOD Oh God Oh GOD!" , Lori began bucking and thrusting as she came. Kami leaned forward and shoved her arm into Lori's ass about six inches past her wrist and twisted her balled fist deep inside from side to side as Lori's asshole spasmed clenching around Kami's tiny wrist. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" , Lori yelled raising her head off the bench. Kami held still with half her arm impaled up inside of Lori's ass whispering, "That's it baby, that's it, cum for mommy". Jeremy let go of Lori's ass cheeks and moved to sit on one of the chairs. Kami leaned forward and kissed Lori on the ass with her arm holding still waiting for the clenching convulsing anus to subside. Angela withdrew her fingers from Lori's pussy, kissed her ass and stood up. She leaned over the workbench and began kissing Lori again. Kami slowly withdrew her arm and fist from Lori's gaping ass. She picked up a shop towel and moistened it in the sink and returned to wipe the Crisco from Lori's ass. She sat down and pulled Lori's ass cheeks apart to look inside the clean gape. Lance leaned forward to get a better look. It was amazing. Lori's pink anus was open at least an inch and quivering. Kami leaned forward and kissed Lori's anus and then released her ass cheeks patting them lovingly. Angela and Kami unfastened Lori's restraints and Lori stood up wobbly legged and a bit dazed. Kami helped Lori out of the motorcycle jacket and helped her remove the thick wool blankets that had protected her legs from the on slot of paint balls.