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Pleasure Cult Boot Camp

By: fannypack



"I signed up for this," she told herself. But standing naked in the tiled room surrounded by trainers, Red was beginning to feel doubtful. This was not the time for fears though, it was too late. Last night she had come to the convention and followed all the procedures: signed consent, video consent, verbal agreement to all parts of the training. And the last step: verbal consent to the 72 hr boot camp. Within 15 minutes of the final consent she had been handcuffed and shackled and carried by two large men into a small hotel room. There her clothes were cut off and she was marched into training room one: a large, tiled room that had probably once been an industrial kitchen. Now there were 12 naked bodies in here and many more clothed in the robes of the secret fraternity: Pleasure Cult.

A woman stepped in front of her. "I am Gretchen, your female assistant. We will clean you." She was yelling, the room was filled with similar shouts. "You will not speak, you will not move without permission. You will not respond to a question unless it is ended with a specific request to do so. Do you understand?" Red stood motionless. Out of the corner of her eye she saw less intelligent creatures being slapped for answering. Gretchen nodded her approval. "Good, a smart one. Get in the chair."

The chair looked like the examination chair in a doctor's office. She was unshackled by Gretchen and then got into the chair. With her heels in the stirrups, Gretchen fastened soft shackles around Red's ankles and then bound her arms to the arm rests. With the push of a button the chair whirred mechanically and shifted, thrusting her buttocks forward, spreading her legs wide and lowering her head until it was level with Gretchen's thighs.

Gretchen stood above and looked down at her. She glared, "now we'll see if you can take boot camp." She walked back around to Red's legs and Red noticed mirrors placed above and behind her head; she would see everything.

The first hour was nothing beyond expectation. She was shaved and then waxed around her anus. A male helper then inserted the hard plastic tube of a colonic. She was washed out repeatedly and then Gretchen used a soft bottle brush. She pushed the 4 inch long implement deep into Red's rectum a dozen times. Each time dipping it in extremely hot water. Final she was satisfied the colon was clean. Red was douched four times, with no readjustment of the seat. The cleaning solution flowed freely out of her vagina, soaking the chair; but was soaked up with towels before dripping into her face.

After an hour, Red was clean. The was demonstrated by a white flag anchored by a short, slim pole inserted into her vagina. Gretchen walked away and stage 2 of boot camp began.

Stage two was simply signaled by a flashing of the lights. There had been no cries of pain during the first hour, which lulled the cadets into a sort of sensual rest. But stage two was the awakening. Red felt the flag being pulled out of her body in a flash. She looked in the mirror and saw a man of enormous proportions. "I am Chad, your male attendant. You will receive anal training now."

Chad's hands were in purple surgical gloves, they must have been special ordered to fit his huge hands. He stood between red's legs and began massaging a lubricant onto her clit. The lubricant smelled strongly of mint or eucalyptus and quickly made the whole region tingle. Chad then covered her index finger with the lube and inserted it into Red's anus. One requirement of the Pleasure Cult was new members had to anal virgins. A doctor had used a speculum on her initial entrance exam to verify that she was not a vaginal virgin, and had inserted a few slim objects into her rectum to supposedly verify the tightness. But Chad's finger was an inch around and several inches long. Red yelped. Chad made no facial expression. Instead he asked his young female assistant to bring him the training tools. 

"Red, in the pleasure cult you will not feel another person's skin against your skin until you have graduated. That's why I'm wearing gloves. He was picking up a metal object. It was about 5 inches long, tulip shaped. One end was the size of a pencil, the other the size of a gold ball. The was a wire coming out of the larger end, but Red could not see where the wire went.

"This is an electric trainer." He was pressing the tiny end against her rectum. It can vibrate and thousands of different speed and intervals, but most importantly, it will deliver your training shocks. For a man, one of the strong shock will make him ejaculate instantly, and lower volt can disrupt an orgasm, for as long as the shock is administered. For women, well- the effects are very similar."

Using one gloved had to spread the cheeks of her buttocks, he began inserting the device. Red tried to squirm, but realized the female assistant had tightened a belt around her middle while Chad was talking, and she had no ability to move. Chad pushed the metal tulip into her anus slowly. Red's anus spasmed wildly, trying to reject the intrusion. She felt her pussy get wet as the wider part of the implement began spreading her anus against her will. She was bearing down, as if having a bowel movement, but Chad seemed like a robot, unresponsive to her wild jerking and muffled groans. The plug had a handle, so that even after the widest part had been forced through her tight ring, Chad could still control the speed with which it was sucked into her bowels. He held it still just as the widest part breeched her hole. He looked at her and said, "Count aloud with me to 60." For a full minute she panted and breathlessly counted to 60, every second seeming to make the butt plug expand in her tiny rectum. Then, at the word sixty, he plunged the remaining 3 inches into her, making her scream. 

Her anus throbbed at the cold metallic intrusion, but quickly closed around it, leaving only the thin handle and chord trailing out of her ass like a tail. "Now we can train your anus for the Pleasure Cult." He was massaging her clit with his left hand, in hi right hand he held a remote control. "Did I tell you the anal trainer can expand to twice it's size?" She felt a gentle electric current and then the phallus inside her began to expand. She moaned as she realized her anal walls would be stretched, slowly to accommodate an object the size of a coke can. "We'll start slowly, love." He pressed a button on the remote and the metal intruder began to vibrate. The combination of his massage and the vibration in her ass made her vagina begin to clench and brought her close to orgasm. As she got closer, he slipped two fingers in her vagina and began pushing against the vibrations. She was about to climax when she felt the object expanding inside her. Just as she uttered the guttural scream of an orgasm, he grasped the handle of the implement and pulled it halfway out, this time stretching her anal entry to 2 inches around. She cried out as her orgasm took over, causing her to bear down and squeeze the anal intrusion. It was still vibrating and the female attendant was now massaging her clit. Chad was explaining to the attendant, "we'll force two more orgasms, with the first I will reinsert the phallus and with the second we'll stretch her to the full width."

Red didn't want to have another orgasm, she was exhausted and throbbing from the first. Chad had slowed the vibrations of the phallus, but was still holding the tool so that the widest part was stretching her entrance. The female attendant was massaging her clit and Chad gave Red a command. "Explain to my assistant what she is doing. Look her in the eye and tell her why it feels good. Sell it, or I won't add any lube."

Red swallowed and looked the female in the eye. Another woman had never touched her before, let alone such and young, beautiful girl. Red spoke, panting as she began to reach orgasm again. "Your fingers on my clit, rolling my clit around. It feels so good. You are making me come by touching my clit." 

"Good, keep your eyes on her." Chad added some lube just as Red strained against her bondage, her body spasming with ecstasy. As she came, he forced the now expanded object back into her rectum. The vibration was immediately increased and Chad piched her clit, making her scream. Her vagina was overly sensitive now, and he seemed not to notice as he leaned down and took her into his mouth, lapping and sucking on her now tender clit. She knew coming again would be painful, because she was so overly sensitized. But she didn't have long to think. 

As Chad stood up, his assistant moved in front of him holding a thick dido. Chad stood behind the girl and grabbed the handle of the butt plug. They worked rhythmically, fucking her pussy and anus with force. She came so hard she ejaculated a steady stream onto the girl, still fucking her with the dido. With the waves of orgasm rushing over her, Chad slowly pulled the butt plug half-way out, stretching her rim to almost three inches. With that, the girl leaned hard on the dildo and applied tremendous force to her g-spot. Paralyzed by the restraints, Red could only scream and watch in the mirrors as she ejaculated again, emptying her body and leaving her weak. The female assistant then removed the dido. But Chad was still holding the plug in place. He told Red to count to 60, but every time she opened her mouth, she was too out of breath to speak. He said he would count for her, but in exchange he would be counting to 90. With every second her anus twitched more wildly, and she was bearing down again, gritting her teeth and trying to force the still electric object out. Just as Chad said, "85" a strong volt of electricity pumped through the plug and Red was unable to stop herself from the painful spasming of a final, strong orgasm. At "90" Chad slowly pulled the object the rest of the way out of Red's anus. The rush of cold air to her pink hole intensified the orgasm and she felt a trickle of cum, the last that could be squeezed out of her, drip from her body.

"Ok," said Chad "15 minute break." 

Pleasure Cult Boot Camp Ch. 02



Falgon, the creator of the Pleasure Cult had designed the 5 stages of a Pleasure Cult Pledge: examination, submission, exhibition, domination and control. The stages were not clearly defined nor easily navigated. Instead, the entire time a cadet was a pledge he could be moved from one stage to another at the whim of any full member. A pledge could be sent to boot camp as often as the event brought the members pleasure. 

Falgon smiled at the thought of Christine, a slight young thing determined to become a full member. Christine had been to the boot camp 12 times. She had once made it as close as control, but then was down graded to examination by an attendant displeased with her pubic hair. That night, back in the examination room with 12 men plunging their fingers into her for hours ("to exam her" and the "re-exam her") Christine had said the first half of the disillusionment sentence. "I recant my desire to pledge as a mem-" but she stopped. Had she simply finished the word, and completed the sentence with her full name, she would have been unbound, taken to the locker room in silence and given her clothes. But she knew that becoming a full member would grant her access to pleasures unfathomable. She completed the exam and fell asleep naked in the stirrups.

Other Cadets had quit. Once dressed, the wimps were blindfolded and handcuffed, paraded through the member's lounge to be verbally ridiculed and then placed in the back of a mini van. The location was a secret. To achieve the greatest humiliation, the loser was dropped off, without his knowledge, in front of the police station. They were told the Vaseline on their eyelids would burn like hell if they did not wait a full 5 minutes before removing the blindfold. It wasn't true, of course, but the sorry bastards were so beaten down they would believe anything. 

Tonight Falgon had his eyes on a new pledge, a female named Red. She was completing the examination period with what Flagon personally saw as the most humiliating part of the process. Red was on her hands and knees on a padded table. Her female assistant was taking her rectal measurements. The process was a tedious, pointless exercise in humiliation. Falgon had designed the devise himself: a silicon ramrod, hollow from end to end. It did not taper or change shape: it was an inch around. For these anal virgins it felt like a fist. Once the ramrod was inserted a half inch or so, the trainers would slide a slimmer ramrod through the host rod and pry as deeply as possible, having their assistants write down the measurements. Once the slim rod was at its deepest reading, the host rod was forced to the same depth. The two were then removed with the haste of a slug and the process began again.

Red was resisting. Her restraints had been tightened four times, but she continued to strain against them, clinching her buttocks and pleading that a 3rd measurement would bear the same results. The measurements always bore the same results, it was part of the process of wearing the cadet down and making them feel used.

Falgon walked toward Gretchen, a new trainer, and put his arm around her. He was condescending, intimate. His fingers danced over her right nipple as he spoke, "Gretchen, having some trouble controlling your girl?" She did not respond, her rank was not one with such a privilege. Falgon put his hand on the ramrod and used the foot petal to lower the table. He crawled on top of Red, using his knees to hold her legs apart. "Tighten her straps." He commanded. The weight of the leader of the Pleasure Cult pressed down on Red. He had his left hand on the small of her back, pushing her into the table so she was almost smothering. With his left hand he deftly glided the well lubed ramrod the full 7 inches into Red's bowels. She felt her innards burn and resist the awkward intrusion for a 3rd time. She felt as though the rod would poke right out of her belly. She was skewered like a cunt shish kabob. Leaving his right hand cruelly in place, Falgon stood back up, raising the table so he could lean against it without letting the rod move as much as a millimeter. He pulled his flaccid penis out of the lose opening of his scrubs. "Get it up," he said to Gretchen. His face had hardened. He was not being condescending now. Instead, he was relishing his command. 

Gretchen knelt in front of her master and took his dick in her mouth. As she performed her task, Red felt the rod moving slowly out of her anus. Just as her hole was completely evacuated, she heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped. Falgon was hard now and made an announcement. "Stop!" he yelled. "Remove all implements from the cadets and train all eyes on me." The actions were taken quickly. 

"Red decided to resist her measurements and I had to take over for this green trainer." His hard penis bobbed as he spoke; Gretchen struggled to put the magnum condom on for him while he ignored her. "I want you cadets and trainers to see that the training, no matter how strenuous is for your own good. Our goal is to achieve ultimate pleasure, but you must be trained. If you ignore the training," He wiped a gob of lube on himself and smirked, "well, I'll just use you for MY pleasure."

With that he stabbed his dick into Red's ass. She had no muzzle and yelped in shock and pain as he proceeded to thrust inside her. She had never felt the heat of a man in this tight, private area before. She flushed with shame as she saw 2 dozen eyes rained on her. He closed his eyes and ignored everyone, focusing instead on the tremendous pleasure of having her tight little rim squeeze him with electric pink spasms. 

Her hole was so tight he felt it widen for him, and then contract wildly, desperately trying to squeeze him out. She should have taken the training. He was 8 inches long and he impaled her with every inch. She was restrained and completely unable to resist except to instinctively rock back, which worked so nicely in his favor. She whimpered with each thrust of his pelvis. He ground into her, not as a passionate lover bringing a woman to orgasm, but as a man getting his rocks off. He could have taken his time, but he wanted the trainings to go on. He thrust in hard, all the way. 

Her body was stiff, every muscle tense with indignity and invasion. She was being publicly impaled in her most private, secret place. She was silent, completely dominated. He leaned over her body as he came, whispering in her ear, "I am the master, you are the servant. Say it." She hesitated, and he jerked his hips hard, completing his ejaculation so deep inside her that her ass cheeks were spread their widest by his waist. With the final jerk he repeated his command, "Say it loud!" As he went limp inside her, she screamed, "You are the master, I am the servant!" 

He pulled himself out of her quickly. He put his cock back in his scrubs, but held her ass cheeks wide apart with his other hand. "Gretchen, kneel over there and learn something." The trainer obediently kneeled a few feet behind Red and watched as, over the next hour, every single trainer inserted and removed their 7 inch training ramrods up Red's throbbing hole. Falgon held her spread apart the whole time. She was shaking, quivering uncontrollably. Her vagina oozed fluid till it dripped down her leg and onto the floor. Ten times Red was skewered with the ramrod. And after each silicon phallus was removed Falgon said, "submission will bring you pleasure." When the exercise was over, Gretchen was taken to be cleaned and examined. It would be her 4th return to boot camp.