Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 23:21:05 -0500 From: Linda Coswell <powerlady18@hotmail.com> Subject: The Hanson Center for Unruly Girls- Part Two 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 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