****** Abbie's Extremes by p0rnscribe ******
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Abbie's Extremes


I can't possibly think of a better job than mine. I think of all my friends,
sweating away in their cubicles for 10 hours a day, making next to nothing and
hating every minute of it, and it's hard not to laugh. What is it that makes my
job so special? Well, I'm a personal trainer, of sorts. Women of all ages are
sent to me for training in various sexual practices and techniques, and I'm
paid quite handsomely for it; of course, I'd do my job for free, but that's
beside the point :)

My newest trainee was a girl named Abbie. Abbie is a 19-year-old college
student, who is currently dating a young, extremely successful entrepreneur
named Mike, who has peculiar tastes known in the local kink circles: he's an
anal junkie. The normal anal fetishists are obsessed with tight, young
assholes. Of course, there's a lot to be said for that - few things rival the
sensation of breaking in a teenager's ass with fingers or cock. Mike, however,
is not a normal anal fetishist. Mike is obsessed with the engineering of the
whole thing; basically, he likes to see as much crammed into an asshole as is
physically possible. In my dealings with Mike in the past, he's constantly
amazed me with his imagination; I consider myself quite good at my job, but the
amount of ways Mike has found to stretch rectal tissue is astounding. Normally,
I'd think Mike would take great pleasure in training Abbie to serve his
purposes, so I was surprised when he came to me and asked me to help him out
with her. He explained that he was going to be out of town for a few weeks, and
wanted Abbie 'in shape,' so to speak, for when he returned. It's hard for him
to find willing partners on his short business trips, so he tends to go without
sex when he's away. Needless to say, he's quite horny when he gets back, and I
knew I'd have to go the extra mile with Abbie to really satisfy him.

Abbie showed up at my house bright and early on a beautiful Saturday morning.
It almost broke my professionalism to see how beautiful she was. With brown
hair, and green eyes beyond the descriptional capabilities of the English
lexicon, her face was enough to make me want to send her home and save her the
ordeal she was to experience in the upcoming days. The only thing that changed
my mind was her body, which made me think that several millennia of Darwinian
natural selection had been aimed solely at fashioning a body designed entirely
for sex.

Her legs were long and slender, but not in the Super model style that is so
popular today. Abbie, it was immediately apparent, was a runner, and her legs
were those of someone who spends a few hours a day out on the jogging path in
shorts and a sports bra keeping herself in shape. Her bare feet were shapely
and tanned, her toenails impeccably trimmed and filed, and lacking in gaudy
colored polish which would been misleading given her reserved and quiet
demeanor. Her ankles were slim and tapered, leading up to legs which seemed to
stretch on for miles. Her ass was barely covered in a skirt that would perhaps
better be described as a belt, and I highly doubted that any one gave her
trouble about it. Her tight, firm buttocks were separated by what I've heard
described as the "three-finger gap," indicative of a truly in-shape body. All
that came to mind was all those pictures flooding the web of Anna Kournikova
with her skirt flapping in the wind.

Her midriff was muscled to the point of being sexy, yet not masculine. Make no
mistake about it, there was nothing UN-feminine about Abbie. Her pelvic bone
was so narrow that I immediately despaired of ever being able to train her as
Mike desired. Immediately above her toned stomach were breasts that seemed
sculpted on to her body, rather than being the result of cell division and
subsequent growth. Covered by a pale blue tank top, they were neither small nor
absurdly large, and it was obvious that they were completely natural. I've
never seen the point in absurdly large breasts; isn't anything more than a
handful or two a waste?

A swan-like neck led to a heart-shaped face that smiled happily at me. I
wondered, did Mike tell her why she was here? I introduced myself and we
exchanged pleasantries for a while, and eventually we wandered our way into the
living room, where we sat down and continued our conversation. Abbie appeared
to be almost cliche in her personality, in that she was exactly like every
sweet young thing you see victimized in those sappy Lifetime movies. She was
sweet, funny, and intelligent, and had a certain aura about her that suggested,
perhaps, an affected innocence so prevalent among girls who are the subject of
male deviant fantasies. I asked her if she knew why Mike had asked her to come
to my place for the week, and she admitted that she knew only that she was to
obey whatever I commanded of her, and that Mike had promised the experience
would improve their relationship. "Oh boy," I thought, "She has no clue what
Mike is in to?!" Well, I guess it was up to me to explain it to her.

"Abbie, do you know what exactly it is that I do?" I asked her in a cautious
tone. She looked at me askance and scrunched up her brow slightly.

"Well, Mike told me you were some kind of Sex Doctor. But I guess I'm not real
clear on what I'm here for."

"Hmm, a Sex Doctor," I said. "I guess you could call me that. What I do is
train people in the art of sex, give them experiences which enable them to
pleasure their partners better without the awkwardness of the initial phases.
Mike has paid me in advance for your visit here, and he's instructed me to take
extra-special care of you."

"Hah," she said, "I bet he paid you well! That fiber optics company he got in
on is doing so well we just can't find enough things to spend money on now.
Anyways, if Mike sent me here to learn new sex techniques, what exactly is he
in to? I mean, I never though our sex life was lacking in anything, really. I
admit to not being too experienced, but I figure I get points for enthusiasm if
nothing else!" She smiled winningly and I knew I was in for an interesting
time.

"Well, Abbie, Mike is... well. Let me ask you, have you ever had anal sex
before?"

"Not really, not with a guy. None of my previous boyfriends have been into that
kind of thing, So I've been forced to experiment some on my own; you know,
fingers and pencils, that kind of thing." I was astounded at her willingness to
talk about such issues, but was glad that perhaps a degree of curiosity would,
shall we say, 'lubricate' the upcoming proceedings.

"Well, Mike's 'thing' is assholes. To put it quite simply, he likes to see them
stretched beyond dimensions most people can imagine."

"Oh my god... I never knew. What kind of dimensions are we talking about here?"
Abbie looked slightly scared, but more curious than anything else.

"Well, that changes from girl to girl, bone structure and pure physical size
contribute a lot of limiting factors. Basically Mike sent you here to find out
what your limits are, and to ease you into this fetish of his. Does this scare
you?"

"Not really, I don't think so. I'm pretty open-minded about sex, and if Mike
thinks this will strengthen our relationship then I'm all for it. Of course I'm
a bit hesitant, I know how tight my bodily orifices are and I can't imagine
anything like what I think you're describing ever happening. But, you're the
Doctor, so I'll let you make those judgements," she said with a nervous smile.

"Well that's very good of you Abbie; I promise you no permanent damage will
occur here, and if you ever seem truly beyond your pain threshold I promise to
back off. I'll warn you though, I'm pretty good at my job and my concept of a
pain threshold is pretty high compared to most other peoples'. However, to keep
you from wiggling out, so to speak, of this experience, Mike has authorized me
to take steps to ensure you stay here. Depending on your level of cooperation,
this could mean anything from a stern glance to genuine ropes and straps. I'll
need you to sign this waiver before we get started. Read it carefully and keep
in mind what I said about letting you go." I handed Abbie a clipboard with a
photocopied page on it, which she read through carefully while biting her lower
lip, and then signed.

"Alright, in for a penny in for a pound. We starting right now?"

"If you're ready, sure. Lets head down to the workroom right now." I chuckled
under my breath, and said "I feel like a real bastard, I didn't even take you
to dinner and a movie first!" Abbie smiled agreed that it was probably best to
keep our relationship strictly business. Nervously, I asked "Uh, on a less
pleasant note, when was the last time you had a bowel movement?"

Abbie started momentarily, and then realized the significance of the question.
"Oh, about an hour ago." We stopped briefly at a closet in the hallway, and I
retrieved a home enema kit.

"For the sake of our little project here, I'm still going to need to administer
an enema. I know neither Mike nor myself are into scat, so it'll be best to get
you in the practice of giving them to yourself anyways."

We arrived in a large bathroom, where an IV-bag type device sat in the middle
of the floor. There was a long cord attached to a bag dangling from a hook on
the stand, and Abbie immediately recognized the device. I explained its use to
her, detailing both form and function, and sat down on a stool while Abbie
began administering her very first self-enema. Within minutes, her clothes lay
piled in a corner of the bathroom, and her already-taught stomach was swollen
with warm soapy water. Noticing the uneasy look in her eyes, I stopped the flow
of water and motioned her to relieve herself in the toilet. She walked slowly
over, sat down, and did as I had suggested. Her relief was visible. I checked
the color of the water now in the toilet, and determined that, in truth, the
enema had probably been unnecessary. However, I thought, better safe than
sorry.

Gathering her clothes and leading her out of bathroom, I paused long enough by
the door to throw her garments in a hamper. "You probably won't be needing
these anymore," I said. Glancing down at her naked form, reality began to sink
in a bit and Abbie began to blush.

We walked down the hallway a short way, and entered the workroom. Neatly
appointed and impeccably decorated, the room resembled nothing so much as a
fashionably doctor's office, complete with exam table and medical implements on
a stainless steel rolling tray. Abbie briefly examined said instruments, and
her eyes widened slightly when she figured out the use of some of them.

I guided her to the exam table, and indicated that she should lay face-down,
with her head resting on the specially designed doughnut-pillow common to a
massage therapist's table. I grabbed hold of her ankles and gently guided them
into stirrups on either side of her torso, so that her legs were folded up to
her sides, rather like a frog in resting position. This, I've found, gives the
nether regions the greatest exposure; in Abbie's case, it was almost completely
unnecessary, given that even leaning forward was enough to expose her asshole.
Seeing the puckered little hole so exposed as it was in this position gave me a
renewed love for my job. Her gorgeous pussy was plainly visible as well, and I
could see that Abbie kept her bikini line cleaned nicely, but was not shaved
completely. That's good, I thought, today's society's obsession with shaving is
at times disturbing.

I retrieved a small container of Vaseline from a cabinet and wheeled my
doctor's stool over to position myself behind Abbie. I grabbed a remote control
off the table behind me and switched on the two TVs which were directly in
front of Abbie's face; given her precarious position on the table, she had
little choice on what to watch: she could either close her eyes or watch the
screens. One screen was a porn movie I had created with some earlier trainees
of mine, which would lead Abbie through exactly what was going to be happening
to her, and allow her to see what both I, and other women, were capable of. The
other set was a direct feed from a video camera positioned over my right
shoulder, aimed directly and Abbie's own behind. This allowed her to see what
was happening to herself, to minimize fear and irrational behavior which could
be otherwise distracting.

Grabbing a large glob of Vaseline on my index and middle fingers, I proceeded
to lubricate her asshole. With as much grease as there was, my index finger had
little trouble penetrating into her ass. She was breathing heavily, I could see
her lower back heaving up and down as she sucked in huge breaths to calm
herself. When I was satisfied that her asshole was going to be lubricated
enough for anything I had in mind, I withdrew my finger and rolled the tray
over to my side. I wiped my fingers off in a small towel and grabbed a speculum
off the table. Spraying it down with an aerosol lubricant I found online, I
spun back and faced Abbie's butt again. "I thought Mike was only having you do
my ass?" she asked, obviously misunderstanding the purpose of the speculum.

"Oh, this isn't going in your vagina, Abbie. Gynecologists use these for a very
good reason; they're a simple and easy way to stretch out tight orifices.
Nobody ever said they had to only work on vaginal muscles."

"Oh," she said, obviously out of her league already. I inserted the cold steel
blades of the speculum 3 inches into her ass, and already I could see she was
in some discomfort. Twisting the knob on the back, I unlocked the spreader
mechanism and began to separate the blades with brute force. Abbie began to
make whimpering noises into pillow.

When I had spread the blades apart only 3/4" or so, she unconsciously began to
draw herself away from my ministrations. I placed a hand on her left buttock
and said, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Sorry," she said, "but that's starting to hurt."

"That's alright, don't be afraid to tell me when things hurt. I'm going to
separate the blades a bit more, up to an inch, and then leave them like that
for a while to let your sphincter muscles adjust to the new sensations." I
paused the video tape on a particularly apt shot of a young blonde biting her
lip as she experienced the same thing Abbie was going through now. To ease
Abbie's mind and body, I gave her back and shoulders a slow, sensual massage
that seemed to relax her entire body. She started to moan contentedly as I
moved to the sides and massaged her feet, calves, and eventually her thighs. In
this exposed position and this sexual scenario, it was easy to see that Abbie
was becoming excited; her outer labia had begun to swell and some moisture was
visible to the eye. However, Mike was a friend of mine and I knew that I
couldn't allow myself to go beyond the scope of this job.

By this point, Abbie was scarcely noticing the speculum spreading her anus
open. I figured it was safe to move on, so I unlocked the speculum again and
began stretching her anus more. When I got it up to 1.5," the mirrors in the
room revealed that Abbie looked truly uncomfortable, and I asked her how she
was doing. "How do you think I'm doing... it hurts. But I'm getting used to it,
don't stop." Her voice was strained and I could tell she was being stretched
beyond her current limits.

"Try pushing out, like you're going to the bathroom. It relaxes the sphincter
muscles a great deal, that should help you out a lot." Almost immediately I
felt the speculum try to move backwards toward me, and I could feel the
loosening of her ass as she did as I suggested. She breathed a sigh of relief
and told me she felt much better. In response, I widened the blades more, up to
2.5" without so much as a warning.

"Aaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh," Abbie half-moaned, half-screamed. "That feels
incredible. It hurts, but the feeling of being stretched back there is
amazing." Knowing that the speculum didn't widen much more, I closed it back up
and withdrew it. She breathed heavily a few times as her asshole gaped open an
inch or so, the muscles too weakened to close it. I leaned forward and blew
cold air straight up her butt. She visibly convulsed as it sent shivers down
the length of her spine, and her asshole jerked closed. I smiled.

"Now time to move on to something more challenging, are you ready?" She mumbled
her assent into the pillow, and I grabbed a fairly large vibrating dildo out of
the cabinet. I plugged it into a wall outlet, which provided it with the
electricity to vibrate, and to run a small heater buried in the middle of it.
No cold steel blades this time, I've found that warm objects relax the
sphincter muscles much more than anything else. Applying the aerosol lubricant
again, I positioned the flared head of it at the opening to her ass. The
speculum may have just had her ass spread open, but in a resting state it still
appeared virginally tight. The dildo looked preposterously large next to it, I
didn't see how this 2" wide dildo would ever fit inside. I knew the speculum
had just had her sphincter stretched 2.5," but that was only in one
direction... a cylindrical object would require much more patience on both our
parts.

As Abbie saw the dildo on the video monitor, she started to tremble slightly.
No doubt she was trying to figure out the physics of it as well. Luckily her
curiosity won out, and she told me to go ahead. Not wanting to give her time to
revoke the decision, I began twisting and pushing on the dildo; slowly but
surely it dilated her sphincter, and spread her butt apart. Her ass was so
small it seemed the dildo was almost half as wide as her entire butt. However,
she seemed to be taking it alright. As more and more of the head penetrated her
ass, she began grunting with each movement of the dildo. After a few minutes of
hard work, the head finally slipped through her anus and lodged deep in her
rectum. "Oh god, that hurts! Take it out, just for a few minutes, please! I
can't handle any more of that thing!" However, I knew that the fastest way to
break down these muscles was to stretch them beyond their limits, and then let
them cope with the pain on their own. I told Abbie this, and she just
complained louder and started to move off the table.

I knew this would happen eventually, so I had prepared for it. With blazing
speed, I grabbed a wide leather belt from the table and threw it over the small
of her back, hooking the ends on hooks on either side of the table. I reached
over to the stirrups where her ankles were and wrapped short straps around
those as well, and then put a strap around her neck, effectively securing
everything but her arms, which she was able to wave around in vain. I rather
liked seeing her flail her arms around with no hope of helping herself. But
then again, I'm a bit of a bastard. Realizing that this had turned from an
exploratory session to an S/M scene, I was glad I had had her sign away my
liability in the session. I've never had a client take legal action before;
most of them, in fact, know that steps such as what I just took against Abbie
are required to get them to submit to their darker desires. I hoped Abbie would
reach this same conclusion.

Unwilling to listen to her pathetic whining, I put a ball gag in her mouth and
strapped it around her head. Cold fury looked out at me from those beautiful
green eyes as I secured the gag, and I was sorry that I didn't have her full
co-operation at this time. Oh well, I thought, I've still got her body to play
with.

Walking back around behind her, I picked up the dildo that she had managed to
shove out of her butt. Positioning it again at her back hole, I returned it to
its previous position in one hard thrust. Abbie's muffled screams were audible
through the dense rubber of the ball gag, but I knew that she was in no real
danger of being harmed, so I continued to shove the dildo deeper into her ass.
After a few more minutes of work, she had reached her limit as far as length
was concerned; I determined that she was able to take about 12" of hard dildo
before I ran out of room in her ass. Her anus was stretched and bright red
around the massive girth of the dildo, and it seemed like it would be
impossible to slide even a pin through along the edge. Getting a special
harness from the cabinet, I wrapped the strange piece of leather around her
torso and butt and strapped the dildo into place, lodged a full foot into her
rectum. Flipping a switch on the base of the dildo, it started to hum slightly,
and the noises Abbie made increased in volume and frequency. Flipping the
switch again, I turned the vibrator to its medium setting and walked out of the
room. I could hear Abbie's grunting and moaning, imploring me to come back and
remove the huge object from her ass, but I knew this was the best way to
accomplish my task. I walked back to my bedroom, sat down on my couch, and
turned on the TV. Noticing that Toonami had just started, I chuckled and
realized that Abbie was going to be coping with that vibrating log for at least
a few hours.

I flipped periodically between the Cartoon Network and the in-house video
channel, checking up on Abbie every 15 minutes or so. It was obvious after a
few observations that she had passed the phase of pain and discomfort; she was
no longer thrashing, and moisture had started to seep from her vagina and soak
the vinyl of the table she was on. I smiled to myself, knowing she was starting
to enjoy my ministrations.

Eventually, my cartoons finished and I wandered slowly back to the workroom. I
checked the dildo and saw that it was still vibrating away happily. Abbie's
eyes had a glazed-over look to them, so I pinched one of her pert nipples
slightly to bring her back the world of the living. Her eyes had lost the
malice I had seen, earlier, so I experimentally removed the ball gag. As it
slid out of her mouth, Abbie breathed another sigh of relief and thanked me for
returning. Next I moved back around behind her, undid the harness and pulled
the dildo from her in one swift motion. She screamed loudly as 150.72 cubic
inches of warm, vibrating plastic were pulled out of her rectum at once. I
could see at least 2 inches into her anus as her muscles continued straining,
desperately trying to push the now missing dildo from her ass. Eventually the
scream faded from a piercing shriek to a throaty rattle, and I asked her if she
enjoyed herself while I was watching cartoons. She said, "It hurt like the
Devil himself at first, but once I stopped resisting and started trying to
enjoy it, I must have come at least 5 or 6 times. I can see now why Mike is so
in to this! I barely felt any pain back there by the end, just the vibrations
and a very full feeling. What's next?" I looked back and forth between my right
hand and her anus, and smiled wickedly.