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Subject: {ASSM} The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls- Part Two
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1.

Ms. Tripper awoke to the sound of bustling in the hallway. Staff was
getting the girls ready for their morning run. Due to severe acting out
behavior the previous day, two of  the girls would have to complete
their five-mile run with no bras. This would be particularly
uncomfortable for the two big-breasted girls, Kelly and Sandra. If only
they had not refused to spread their bottoms and take a finger in their
tight little holes. Not only did they lose points for private time, but
they would also have to endure horrific humiliation as they ran,
cupping their breasts, to keep them from painfully flopping up and down
in front of the whole staff.

Ms. Tripper could not wait to start her day. The long night with Tess
had left her feeling both peaceful and rejuvenated. When she glanced
over at her little darling she saw her laying on her back staring at
the ceiling. The frazzled girl looked like she was in a state of shock.
Ms. Tripper rolled over on her right side and gave her a good mourning
kiss on the cheek. Tess sat up and looked longingly out the window. Ms.
Tripper then squeezed her sweetheart's hand and told her not to worry
for "they had many more exciting nights ahead of them".

Soon there was a knock on the door. It was her favorite male handler,
Ted. He entered Ms. Tripper's room and ordered Tess to get out of
bed. As Ted assisted Tess with getting dressed, Ms. Tripper winked at
him saying that very soon he would be able to experience Tess's
wonderful delights the way she had. Ted smiled and stared at her bottom
as he helped her pull up her panties. Tess's cheeks turned bright
red.

Ms. Tripper squeezed her bottom saying, "Isn't she just darling?"

Ted escorted Tess back to her room. He told her to take off all her
clothes and he led her to the shower. As Tess helplessly stood in the
shower and Ted soaped up her vagina, she let out a loud sob.  Ted shook
his head thinking that Ms. Tripper must be feeling quite satisfied.

Ms. Tripper stood in front of the mirror naked and carefully studied
her body. She had a beautiful hour glass shape with medium size breasts
and a nice, firm bottom. She felt immense pride for how well preserved
she was for a 43 year old woman.

Ms. Tripper began squeezing her nipples as she thought about the Hanson
Center's current  "problem girl", a stunning, twenty-four year
old African- American  named Tasha. Ms Tripper had found the girl so
compelling that she had decided to stretch the age limit so the girl
could be admitted.

For a while Ellen Tripper had to admit, Tasha had been getting the
better of  her.  Ms Tripper had been paralyzed around the girl. Tasha
alternated between being sexually provocative, and excessively modest.
She sometimes wore extremely low cut tops which prominently displayed
her breasts, and "low rider" jeans which allowed anyone who was
interested to see several inches of the crack separating her full
cheeks. At other times, she would cover up excessively, as if she
wanted to disguise her sexuality entirely. She also was having an
effect on the male staff, often seeming to paralyze them, and reducing
their effectiveness. Tasha seemed able to manipulate everyone in a way
Ms. Tripper couldn't understand. She seemed to be laughing at all of
them as she got away with things none of the other girls could. She was
also extremely lazy, and this was having a bad effect on general
morale. She seemed to feel that she was owed something. And her
provocative behavior had the entire staff at its wits end. Something
had to be done.

Ellen had learned through experience that when she felt paralyzed
around a young woman, that it was time to seek outside, expert
consultation. Even though she had blossomed quite a bit as a person
since taking this job, she occasionally needed help. She consulted a
male colleague of hers whom she was able to confide in. Over lunch the
friend had skillfully teased out what was going on.

He told Ellen that he believed that Tasha's problems were triggering
very deep-seated passions in Ms. Tripper. He confronted her with his
suspicion that she had been secretly attracted to black women for many
years, but had suppressed it due to her rigid family background.  Ms
Tripper was momentarily floored, but had to admit he was right. She
decided to go back and carefully review Tasha's intake materials.

It turned out that Tasha had lived at home before coming to the center,
in a highly disturbed and enmeshed relationship with her mother. At
twenty four, she still slept in her childhood room with her stuffed
animals. She also was unable to have a normal sexual relationship with
a man, having had one relationship which was abusive, where she had
moved out and lived with the man for only a few months before returning
home defeated to her mother. Her other relationships had been with men
who had openly cheated on her with multiple other women.

Tasha's facade of confidence began to crumble. Ms Tripper began to
see her as she really was; a girl who provocatively acted out because
she had a desperate need to resolve her burning conflicts around her
body, sexuality, and dominant older women. Inside that hot young body
there was a volcano of sexual conflict, shame and humiliation that was
erupting, and disrupting the smooth flow of the program.  Now, Ellen
Tripper knew just what to do.
2.

Tasha entered the office and looked around. She had never been there
before, and seemed amazed at how cozy and plush it was. Ms. Tripper
certainly knew how to create the right atmosphere to conduct her most
important business. She was wearing her favorite black suit and high
heeled pumps. She rolled her chair from behind the desk, crossed her
legs and told Tasha to sit down on the chair in front of her. Tasha
slunk down in it and played with her charm bracelet.

"That's a lovely bracelet, Tasha. Who gave it to you?"

"Oh nobody special."

"Look up at me when you speak."

Tasha flashed an angry look at Ms. Tripper. Her dark brown eyes
narrowed and her nostrils flared a bit. Ms. Tripper rolled her chair up
close to her and firmly grabbed her face.

"I'm not sure if you understand what's happening. You are about
to be thrown out of this program. It is a privilege for you to be here,
young lady... and you have not shown the proper appreciation for this
opportunity."

"Opportunity...you've got to be kidding."

Ms. Tripper rolled her chair back, stood up and stretched her arms. She
then pulled out a thick chart from the desk drawer and sat back down.
As she read the chart, Tasha nervously stared at her feet. She wondered
what information was in there. She could barely stand the silence. Ms.
Tripper smiled and shook her head as she scanned the pages. Then she
closed the chart and placed it on her desk.

"Why don't you take off your jacket, Tasha."

"But I feel a little cold, Ms. Tripper."

"Don't worry...Ms. Tripper knows how to warm up beautiful young
girls."

Tasha bit her bottom lip and tightly closed her legs.

"Tasha has a modest side, doesn't she? Do you need Ms. Tripper to
help you take off your jacket?"

Tasha angrily said, "no, I can do it."

Tasha took off her jacket and placed it on the arm of the chair. She
sat motionless with her hands clasped together on her lap.

"Now that's much better. Ms. Tripper can see your big beautiful
breasts. Tasha likes to taunt the staff with them, doesn't she?"

Tasha squirmed in her chair.

"I believe I asked you a question, young lady."

"No, Ms. Tripper."

"No, what?"

"I....I don't like to taunt the staff with..."

"With what?"

"With my... with my breasts."

"With my big beautiful breasts. Say it."

"With my big... big beautiful breasts".

"Now tell Ms. Tripper who gave you the bracelet."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I read in your chart that Alex was your last boyfriend. He was a
fireman, wasn't he?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it."

"Apparently, he had a quite an insatiable lust for women."

"Ms. Tripper knows how to handle women like you...women who are
stubborn and resentful and can't face life.

"I...I don't have any problems."

"Then why do you still live at home with your mommy... in your
childhood home surrounded by all your little stuffed animals."

"That's not true... the stuffed animals are put away in the
closet."

"Really."

Ms. Tripper stood up and pulled out a picture from Tasha's chart. She
then threw it on
Tasha's lap.

"Pick it up and look at it."

Tasha picked it up, took a quick look and then said, "how did you get
this?"

We have pictures of all our girl's living quarters. It gives us some
vital information about them. You stayed with a man who had sex with
other women... and he told you all about it, didn't he?"

"I broke up with him."

"You're lying...again you're lying. Your own mother told me
during my interview with her that Alex tried to leave you but you
begged him not to...you pleaded and pleaded with him..."

Tasha looked down at the floor.

"I didn't plead...I"

"Look at me."

"No."

"If you don't look at me right now, you can go to your room, pack
up your bags and leave."

Tasha looked at Ms. Tripper and said, "Fine, that's exactly what
I'll do."

Ms. Tripper pulled her chair back and Tasha stood up. She put her
jacket on and headed for the door. Ms. Tripper sat in her chair
smiling. Tasha suddenly turned around and said, "Why are you smiling
like that?"

Ms. Tripper remained quiet and just stared at her. Tasha put her hand
on the doorknob and stood motionless.

"What are you waiting for, sweetheart?"

"I want to sit down for a moment."

Tasha sat back down on the chair.

"Oh, you mean you're reconsidering leaving the program."

"I don't know"

"You do have a big bottom, Tasha.

Tasha got up and looked out the window. She couldn't believe she was
in this position. She kept thinking that maybe she could just leave and
get a job somewhere and somehow support herself. But she had never done
that before. She had always been totally dependent on her mother.

Without turning around Tasha said, "Stop looking at me like that."

"I can hardly see how you squeeze those big cheeks into your
jeans."

Tasha turned around abruptly.

"Stop pretending you're so innocent, Tasha. You're the one who
wears jeans so low that everyone can see that delicious, dark crack of
yours."

"What do you want from me?"

"Ms. Tripper has been watching you for quite a while."

"What do you mean watching me?"

"I've watched the way you wiggle your big bottom and then
deliberately bend over and stick it out for everyone to see."

"That's not true."

"You secretly crave attention there, don't you?"

Tasha started pacing back and forth.

"Sit down, Tasha. It's your fault that Ms. Tripper has singled you
out. I'm afraid I have a lot more in store for you, Tasha."

Tasha's eyes widened with terror.

"I won't do it"

"Then I suggest that you get your things and get out of here."

"But... but I...you can't make me do this...what kind of a program
is this?"

"This is a specialized program where stubborn young girls like you
learn their proper place."

"But why...?"

Ms. Tripper looked at her watch.

"Come on, Tasha...we haven't got all day."

Tasha froze. Ms. Tripper got up and stood over her.

"I suggest you agree to do whatever is necessary to keep your spot in
this program."

Tears streamed down Tasha's face.

"But..."

Tasha looked up at Ms. Tripper with her dark, brown eyes. Ms. Tripper
felt a rush of excitement shoot through her body.

"But please Ms. Tripper...I don't want to..."

"Ms. Tripper is losing her patience, Tasha."

Tasha started sobbing. Ms. Tripper stepped back a bit.

"Now beg. Get down on your knees and beg me to save your spot in the
program."

Tasha got down on her knees with her head lowered.

"Look up at me."

Tasha looked up. She had a sinking sensation in her stomach.

"Now convince me to let you stay here."

"Please...please let me stay here, Ms. Tripper."

"Why should I? What are you going to do for me?"

"I'll...I'll do...I'll do anything to stay here."

"Anything? You realize that none of your private parts will be off
limits to Ms. Tripper."

"Yesss."

"Including that dark crack of yours."

"Yes."

"But you know what Ms. Tripper really wants, don't you?"

"No."

"Yes, you do. What wonderful thing would we see if Tasha opened up
her bottom cheeks nice and wide?"

"I don't know."

"Answer the question."

"My...my asshole?"

"You learned the proper term for it here, now use it."

"My anus."

"Is it hairy?"

"Maybe a little, I don't know...I guess so" Tasha replied meekly

"Tell me exactly what you're willing to do with that sassy little
bottom of yours if I agree to keep you in the program."

Still kneeling on the floor, Tasha shakily said, "I'll spread my
bottom nice and wide and let you see my hairy 24 year old anus."

Ms Tripper was filled with lust hearing these humiliating words from
this kneeling, exotic beauty. She had never been more aware of her
power, or of her lust to see Tasha properly humbled.

"Now Tasha, what would you have to do to accomplish this little
display for me"

"You mean pull down my pants...and panties" Tasha said shakily.

"No dear, I mean pull down your pants and panties so Ms Tripper can
see your big brown bottom. Now repeat after  me: 'Tasha is going to
pull down her own pants and panties so Ms Tripper can see her big brown
bottom' "

Choking with shame, Tasha repeated Ms Tripper's words.

"Now stand up in front of Ms Tripper so she can have a nice view"
She rolled back her chair. She savored the spectacle as Tasha slowly
rose to her feet. There are few moments more exciting than when a young
beautiful woman is about to unwillingly bare her private parts.

"Unfasten the belt, Tasha"

With fumbling hands the shamefaced girl complied. It was clear now that
Ms Tripper was going to prolong her agony as much as she could.

"Now unbutton them"

Tasha kept her head lowered. Ms Tripper let her stand there for a few
seconds with her jeans undone, hands fumbling nervously at her sides.
She savored the look of defeat on Tasha's face.

"Now unzip them and pull them down to your knees"

Ms Tripper knew from experience that partial stripping could be more
effective at times. For example, Tasha would look more ridiculous with
her pants and panties  pulled down around her knees than she would with
them removed entirely. And shaming this girl was all Ellen Tripper
wanted in life at this moment. She let Tasha sweat for a second,
feeling her utter helplessness as she stood humbled in front of this
powerful woman.

"Tasha, pull down your panties," Ms Tripper ordered firmly.

Her face burning with shame the girl lowered her pink lace panties
until they joined her jeans at her knees. Her dark thighs were muscular
and well defined, but what really caught Ms Tripper's attention was
Tasha's full bush. She felt a surge of lust as she anticipated seeing
the girl spread open, and at her mercy.

"My, My Tasha's a hairy girl isn't she?"

Ellen Tripper wheeled her chair  so that her face was right in front of
Tasha's crotch. To Tasha's horror, she wrapped her arms around
Tasha's thighs and pressed her face right into Tasha's pubic mound.
She inhaled lustfully, and then planted a kiss on the mortified
girl's vagina. Tasha squirmed uncomfortably. Then Ms. Tripper seemed
to recover herself and scooted back in her chair a few feet.

"Now if I recall correctly my dear, there is something else that you
wanted to show me, but I think you'll have to turn around"

Tasha slowly pivoted until her full dark backside, with it's dark
provocative crack was facing Ms Tripper.

"What are we looking at Tasha"?

"Were looking at...oh god.....Tasha's big ...brown...b-b-bottom"

Ms Tripper resisted the strong urge to give those succulent brown
cheeks a firm squeeze. She would have time for that later.

"Well now, I think it's time for that special little display we
talked about "   Ms Tripper said in a mocking tone. "How should we
do this, after all we want your big moment to be special"

On the other side of the office was a beautiful Italian black leather
couch. Ms Tripper knew immediately that it would be perfect for The
girls humiliating "display".

"Now Tasha, I want you to go and put yourself over the couch, with
that big bottom facing me."

Tasha began awkwardly shuffling over. She could only take small steps
because of her pants and panties bunched at her knees. She really did
look ridiculous. When she reached the couch, she got down on her knees
perpendicular to the length of the couch and then positioned herself
over it, her bottom sticking out prominently.

Ellen Tripper could scarcely contain herself. In just a few moments, at
her command this helpless girl was going to, of her own free will, take
her own hands and spread open her bottom and submit  her hidden
treasures to Ellen's lustful appetites.

"Now Tasha, when I count to three, I want your hands to reach back
and find your big, meaty cheeks." One...... two........ three!"

The quivering girl reached back and placed a hand on each of her full
buttocks. Ms Tripper noticed that Tasha had actually done a good job
manicuring her nails, which of course only added to the sex appeal of
this little show.

"Now give your bottom a little squeeze, dear" Tasha complied with
the degrading order. "Now When I count to three again, I want you to
spread your bottom open just as wide as you can, but first, in your own
words. I want to hear what I'm going to see when you do that."

"Please....Ms. Tripper" Tasha pleaded

"Come now dear, you have no modesty now"

"You're going to see my....my...."

"Your what dear, we haven't got all day" Ms Tripper snapped
impatiently.

"my.......a-a-a-anus............"

"Your what?"

"My ........my.........h-h-h-h-airy "

"Spit it out" Ms Tripper barked.

"MY HAIRY TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD ANUS!" Tasha shouted before letting
out a loud sob.

"One.........." Ms. Tripper began counting.

"Two............"


"Three"   With a low groan of shame Tasha's bottom opened wide.
Her dark brown fingers with their red nail polish held her in this
obscene position. Ms Tripper beheld the obscene, yet deeply arousing
spectacle in front of her.  She walked over and got down on her knees
behind Tasha for a close-up inspection. Tashas hairy crack was wide
open, and her treasures were on full display. Her cheeks were pulled so
far apart that even her vagina was opened slightly, and Ms Tripper
could see some of the pinkish flesh of the interior.  But the center of
her interest was the girls anus. Tasha's anus was a perfect brown
star, surrounded by a large halo of almost jet black skin, and ringed
with a very light cover of black, kinky hair.

Ms. tripper extended her index finger, and gently poked the tip into
the center of the hole, which tightened in response. "You do have a
lovely anus my dear, hairy, but not too much. And very responsive".
Tasha cringed.  Ms Tripped ran her finger around the dark rim. Tasha
recoiled in horror as Ms Tripper put her nose right up against her anus
and took a long sniff, like a dog catching a scent.

"Now for a nice little kissy -kiss" Ms Tripper is going to give
Tasha's beautiful little anus a nice, long romantic kiss. But first,
does Tasha know how to kiss back?"

"Oh god no please......" What was she  talking about.

"Wink your anus for me Tasha"


"W-w-w-w-hat ...do you mean.......wink it? Tasha stammered.

"Come on, Ms. Tripper wants a show, wink it like one of those cheap
little whores in the Times Square peep shows."

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h--..........." Tasha finally allowed this degrading
order to sink in. Sobbing in shame she squeezed her anus tighly shut,
then pushed out, then squeezed .....causing her anus to pulsate
obscenely in a "winking" motion that excited Ms Tripper to no end.

"Now that's how an obedient girl kisses back with her pretty little
anus. Your anus is fairly open Tasha, and Ms Tripper won't be
satisfied unless she can poke her tongue in, at least a little way. Do
you understand me girl?"

Tasha had never heard of anything so disgusting. She began to cry.

"Now I want you ask very explicitly for a kiss"

Sobbing, Tasha did what she had to do. "M-m-y
.......hairy....a-a-a-a-anus .....needs a ........k-k-k-k-kiss."

"Stop stammering child, I can barely hear you."

Summoning all her courage, Tasha again nearly shouted "Kiss my
anus....please!" Before dissolving in sobs.

Tasha felt the woman's breath and then the first touch of her lips on
her most private place. Her stomach tightened into a knot as she felt
the warm, wet tongue poke insistently at the opening. Ms Tripper kissed
away savoring the taste and aroma of Tasha's musky crack.

"Kiss Ms Tripper back sweetie, be a good girl"

Tasha reluctantly began "winking" her anus as she had been
instructed. She had never been so ashamed in her life. The seat of the
sofa was now wet with her tears of hot humiliation.

Ellen Tripper grabbed Tasha's brown cheeks for leverage and continued
her obscene assault on the girl's defenseless anus.  As Tasha became
wet with Ms Trippers saliva, Ms Tripper found she was indeed able to
get her tongue just a little bit into the tight tunnel of Tasha's
rectum. This was simply as good as it got. As a woman, this was as
close as she could get to "fucking" Tasha's anus. Savoring her
triumph, she reached down between her legs, found her vagina, and with
a few seconds of rubbing, reached a thundering orgasm.


3.
Ellen Tripper picked herself up and sat back down in her chair. She
plucked one of Tasha's hairs from between her lips. On the other side
of the room, the defeated girl remained bent over the side of the
couch,  her body racked with sobs. She had definitely been brought down
a few notches, Ellen Tripper thought to herself. But still, Ellen
wanted more. She burned with a lust to see Tasha defeated and
destroyed, beyond any hope of recovery. She listened to the girl's
cries.

After a few minutes. Tasha slowly rose from the couch and stood up. Her
eyes were swollen from crying, and her face was wet with tears. Slowly
and awkwardly, she reached down and began pulling up her panties.

"And just what do you think you're doing young lady" Ms Tripper
said loudly.

"P-p-p-pulling....up.....my...pants and panties"

"Oh no my dear...We're not close to being finished with you" ,
Ms. Tripper said in a mocking tone.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-lease.......Ms. Tripper please......h-h-h-have
mercy....I'm so ashamed.....please let me go.......I'll be a
g-g-g-g-ood girl..........I did what we said."

In desperation, Tasha got down on the floor and wrapped her arms around
Ms. Tripper's calves. She started kissing her feet. Please, I beg
you."

"You really don't have much dignity, do you Tasha?"

"No Ms. Tripper, I have no dignity at all", she said looking up
pathetically, her naked brown bottom fully visible.

"I'm not really convinced that's true Tasha" You see we won't
be through here until I've taken all of your dignity, not just most
of it." She grabbed Tasha's chin and brought her face down in front
of the kneeling girl. With her left hand she grabbed the girl's face.
With her right hand, she began firmly handling the girl's large
breasts. "You see Tasha, we're not finished with your lovely body
yet. Ms Tripper is going to take not just your body, but your spirit as
well. She gave her a deep kiss, and then looking into her dark brown
eyes said:

"Now my dear, you're going to find out what shame really is."

Tasha was almost frozen with panic.

Ms. Tripper decided to give the poor girl a few minutes to recover.
After all, she had learned that maximum humiliation can only be
inflicted if the young woman is alert and feeling every second of what
is happening to her. She was afraid that Tasha was going numb. So she
allowed the tearful girl to go and sit on the couch without, of course
being allowed to pull up her pants. After a few minutes her sobs had
subsided, and Ms Tripper knew then that she could continue.

"O.K. Tasha, break's over. Get up and take off the rest of your
clothes. You can keep your socks on, it's a bit cold in here. Come
on, Tasha, we haven't got all day" With her eyes misting again, the
beauty slowly rose from the couch and began to disrobe. She looked
around ridiculously for a place to put her clothes, and Ms. Tripper
firmly instructed her to place them on the couch. Ms Tripper sat and
watched as the apprehensive girl slowly made herself naked in front of
her tormentor. At last Tasha stood in nothing but her socks. She looked
at the floor. Ms Tripper walked over to her and ran her hands through
Tasha's braids. She began kneading her breasts again and then kissed
her on the mouth. Tasha started crying.

"Please....don't" Tasha pleaded.

Ms. Tripper grabbed her face and looked directly into her eyes.

" I want you to know something Tasha" She said in a low voice.
Tasha's eyes looked at her pleadingly. "I want you to know how much
I am going to enjoy doing this to you. Do you know that?"

"O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h......" Tasha moaned in shame.

"I went shopping today, Tasha."  Now there's a bag on the table
over there. Do you see it?" Tasha nodded.

"Go get it and bring it over here."

The bag was a generic plastic shopping bag. Tasha walked over, picked
up the bag and then walked back to stand in front of Ms. Tripper.

"This is going to be so much fun" said Ms. Tripper. "Open the bag
and look inside, Tasha" Tasha opened the bag and saw two plastic
bags, one from a local produce market, and another from Duane Reade.

"I want you to take out the bag from the produce market and open
it." Tasha obeyed. The plastic rustled as she retrieved the bag and
opened it to reveal a rather large zucchini squash.

"I don't understand.....what am I...........? Tasha stammered.

"Of course you don't dear, a puzzle only fits when you have all the
pieces. Open the second bag."  When Tasha opened the second bag she
thought she was going to be sick.......It was a jar of vaseline!

"Oh God no ........please" she realized Ms. Tripper's plan for
her.

"Oh yes my sweet.....you didn't think I was finished with that
delectable little rump of yours, did you?"

"Now if I were you, I'd open up that jar of vaseline, because I
think that zucchini is going to be a very snug fit in that anus of
yours."

Tasha burst forth in a fresh torrent of sobs at these words.

"Now,  my brown beauty, since, as we've learned it's so important
for a young lady to be in the proper position for these
things.........Let me think.  Aha! I've got it. I think we'll have
you come over here, with your bottom facing me. Yes, that's it. Good.
Now lean forward....good.... now raise your right leg up on the
desk.....Come on, that's a good girl."

Tasha looked like a ballerina doing her stretches.. Her raised leg
meant that her hairy crack was wide open and only two feet from Ms.
Tripper's face. She was showing everything.


"Oh yes, that's perfect", Ms. Tripper said clapping her hands
delightedly. "You certainly are flexible. "Now, I'm going to help
you, sweetheart". Grabbing the zucchini in her hand she said:
"I'm going to hold you're little friend here for a minute so that
you can reach back and lubricate your own anus!" Ms. Tripper could
barely contain her lust. Tearfully accepting her fate, Tasha fumbled
off the lid to the jar. She scooped out a dollop of the vaseline and
began awkwardly smearing it on her anus. "I'd be a little more
thorough if I were you......... come on, get that finger right up
there. Tasha let out a sob, but she did stick her index finger deep
inside her rectum and began pistoning it in and out.

"Now it's time for your big moment" said Ms. Tripper handing her
the zucchini. "Up, up and away, my dear!! Tasha felt a hot rush of
blood and a ringing in her ears as she positioned the rounded end of
the zucchini at the opening. This was humiliation beyond her wildest
imaginings.

"Wait a second, Tasha. I want you to say what you are about to do"

"I....I-I-I'm going to stick a big zucchini up my twenty-four year
old anus", Tasha said

"and put on a dirty sex show with my big, slutty bottom" Ms.
Tripper added.

"I'm going to stick a big zucchini up my twenty-four year old
anus........ and put on a dirty sex show with my big, slutty bottom"
Tasha repeated, tears of shame running down her face.

"Come on now girl, get it up there"

Tasha had the zucchini positioned behind her like a missile ready for
take-off. She gave a push, but felt nothing but the resistance of her
clenched anus. She tried to force herself to relax and she continued to
push. Suddenly the girl's anus yielded and she had two or three
inches of it inside of her.

"Ouch......." said the startled girl.

"Push it a little more in said Ms. Tripper. Because there will be
hell to pay if it slips out before I want it to. Tasha reluctantly
complied. The first four inches of the squash were now buried deep in
her rectum, including the knob shaped end which would help keep it from
falling out. About four more inches stuck out.

"You know Tasha, I think it would be really sexy if you moved it in
and out for me. Kind of like it was a big penis. You know, for
realism." The dejected girl meekly complied. "You know Tasha,
assuming you're ever able to get another man after this, you'll
never be able to hold on to him without having anal sex, so you'd
better get used to this. Then again, maybe you'll never be able to be
with a man again. You can make some kind of career out of this. You
know, going around to different powerful women for money, and putting
on these degrading little shows so they can blow off steam. I could be
your manager." Sobbing, Tasha continued moving the zucchini in and
out of her bottom.

"You know I think we could use a little narration. How about you look
right at me, and say: 'Tasha is having anal sex with a zucchini'.
O.K.? How about say, five times in a row.
The devastated girl repeated her humiliating refrain while continuing
to sodomize herself.

" O.K. That's about enough of that. Now I want you to take your leg
off the table and stand in the center of the room. WITHOUT dropping the
zucchini." Tasha gingerly lowered her leg and clenching her anus
around the zucchini, walked to the center of the room.

"Now, we're really almost done" said Ms. Tripper jovially. Have
you ever worked out in the gym, Tasha?" Tasha nodded yes. "Good,
then you know what squats are." Tasha's stomach sank again. "Now
I want you to turn  so your backside is facing me, and spread your
bottom just as wide as you can." Tasha obeyed the latest degrading
command. Good, now I have an excellent view. That zucchini is really
stretching your anus. Now your going to slowly lower yourself into a
squat, and then slowly raise yourself up. And don't drop your little
package  On the count of three...One.....two.......three ." Ms.
Tripper watched with great interest as Tasha's muscular thighs did
their work. "Good ...good.... she said. Now, you are going to repeat
this ten times, but of course, I have a little something for you to
say."  Ms. Tripper wrote something down on a piece of paper and
handed it to Tasha. Tasha looked at it and wept.


"Now, I want you to keep your bottom spread and do the exercise ten
times. On the way down, I want you to count out the numbers, one,
two...and so forth. On the way back up, I want you to repeat what's
on that piece of paper in a loud, clear voice. Do you understand me?"
Tasha nodded.

"Ready.........Go" Tasha held her cheeks apart and slowly lowered
herself into a squat, the zucchini protruding lewdly and visibly from
her rectum.

"One..........." and then as she raised herself back up......"I
have no dignity left."

"Two........."I have no dignity left."

"Three......... I have no dignity left."

Tearful, Tasha repeated her humiliating refrain ten times before
returning to a standing position.

"Well now, I think were just about done. But my dear, you still have
a zucchini in your bottom. What are we going to do about that."?
Tasha reached back to begin pulling it out.

"Oh no dear, not like that." She ordered Tasha back down into a
squat. "Spread your bottom." Tasha held her cheeks wide apart
exposing her stretched anus. "Now, squeeze it out for Ms. Tripper.
Squeeze it out of your bottom you dirty, dirty girl."

"Please.....not that" Tasha pleaded, sobbing hysterically.

"Oh yes, you do it you filthy, filthy girl. You work that nasty
bottom." Groaning with shame Tasha began to slowly squeeze the
intruder out. She was acutely aware that she was performing a parody of
her most private function for her tormentor. Ms. Tripper watched
Tasha's anus expand, and eventually the zucchini popped out and
landed on the floor. Tasha dropped to her knees and wailed in absolute
humiliation.

"Hands and knees" Ms. Tripper ordered. She forced Tasha to crawl on
the floor. She chased her, spanking her gently swaying bottom. She made
her repeat "I'm so low.....I have no dignity......." over and
over. As Tasha crawled dejectedly, Ellen Tripper again sat back in her
chair, found her vagina and began to masturbate herself to yet another
orgasm.


Note from the author: Thanks so much for all your kind feedback and
comments. I am going to be writing a part three, which will be much
more severe, and feature discipline and enforced sexual activity
between one of the girls, and several of the male handlers.

-Powerlady

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