Harnessed

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Pipe & Cork

“Good girl,” Logan said. “Concentrate on that for a while and I’ll move to your ass which certainly has been neglected thus far.” He slowly unzipped the circular panel that covered each fully rounded buttock. Whip-marked, white and red girl flesh oozed out of the twin openings. Logan marveled at the lovely display of ass, but busied himself with a small opening in the latex covering between the trembling, well-marked globes. This was a small rubber seal nestled between the buttocks. Logan opened it and pulled away the cover, exposing Cindy’s butt hole that was entirely without any pubic hair, that problem having been resolved while she was tended to in the lab’s prep clinic the previous morning. Logan rummaged through a shoe-box sized container and pulled out a curved black pipe about eight inches long with a common cork plug in the sort end. The other end was shaped like a small light bulb with a slightly pointed top. Anyone watching would have assumed that this was some sort of butt plug and they would have been correct. They would also have surmised that there was no way something that big was going to fit in anyone’s butt hole.

Logan coated the bulb end of the pipe with grease and unceremoniously positioned it over Cindy’s puckered anus, saying: “Try and relax, Honey, this will go in painlessly if you do not resist it. Just pretend your boyfriend is sticking his c**k in there, okay?”

Logan pushed and wiggled the pipe and remarkably, it slid in without incident. Logan was not surprised because he knew from college gossip of Cindy’s proclivity for being f****d in the ass, so this was just another d**k making its home in the girl’s willing rectum. Campus rumors, although usually exaggerated, were commonly wrapped in some truth, and Cindy had a reputation for being the dormitory pump.

“There’s a cork in the other end of this thing,” Logan narrated as he twisted and turned the hooked hose until he was satisfied that it was well anchored inside the girl’s rectal channel, then he applied a small pump bulb to the valve near the cork and preceded to pump the bulb slowly while Cindy, shocked by the internally expanding ass plug, tried fruitlessly to avoid the penetrating expansion. While she grunted and began to sweat, Logan continued to pump until she was certain that the pipe was not going to come out, no matter what. From where she stood, it looked to Logan like Cindy’s ass had a new curved black tail with a corked top. “This should be fun, later,” he said.

Before leaving the room, Logan raised Cindy’s shackled arms up and back so that they were suspended by a chain to an overhead winch. He activated the winch and took up the slack while Cindy moaned around the mouth plug and demonstrated that she had no possible free movement left. No slack. She was stretched tight as a bow string. As if to punctuate the futility of her condition, she suddenly farted and blew the cork out of her ass plug pipe.

“Hum,” said Logan to himself. “Have to fix that. You just get uncomfortable for now while I go to lunch. Be back in an hour or so with more surprises. And one of them will be a truly historic device copied from an old French friend who, I think, actually invented some pretty useful gadgets as well as modifying a few others left over from the Inquisition.”

Logan left, chuckling to himself and considering that he was nearly out of sexually arousing gadgets to use on the girl. “Well,” he thought, “something will come up after we get the Perfect p***y Penetrator, (PPP), going.”