Cherry Lolipop’s anal journey

[Patcecas]

Hello everyone,

I've lurked here for years and always wanted to post something of my own, but I kept hesitating. My tastes run pretty niche even though I’m a fan of ENF and also CMNF, so I wasn't sure if my story would fit the usual ENF mold.

After lots of lurking, some great chats with people here, and finally biting the bullet, here's my first "test run" story: Cherry Lolipop's Anal Journey.

It follows Alexa "Lexie" Miller, an 18-year-old slacker fresh out of high school. While looking for jobs online she answers an ad from a shady fetish video company offering big cash for ass-related fetish content. Little Lexie (being dumb and young) thinks she can get easy money with her ass, little she knows she’s getting herself into one of the most bizarre, physically demanding and brutal sections of the adult content industry, and her poor ass is going to pay the consequences for her ingenuity.

The story puts a very heavy emphasis on anal play, extreme stuffing, some painal, a touch of watersports, plus plenty CMNF as one of the biggest recurring elements.

It's heavily inspired by those gritty, low-budget fetish companies from the mid-90s to mid-2000s such as Powershotz Productions, Far West Media, Raven Hill Studios, and similar ones (in fact the story is set at some point between 1998 to 2005) that specialized in pushing ordinary girls-next-door into wild, degrading scenes under the thin excuse that "it's not sex, it's just erotic stuff” and filmed every single degrading moment in raw, and somehow the girls often went along with it for the cash.

Also I have to be upfront: English is not my first language, so I used AI to clean up grammar mistakes, spelling and other bits and pieces. But the story itself (characters and everything else, even the original drafts) are my own creation.

I’m open to hear what you think about the story, so feel free to comment or even DM me if you liked the story or if you have some ideas about what to do, I appreciate the feedback.

I’m yet to finish chapter one, but I’ll leave the prologue here, so you guys can meet Lexie and see how clueless she is about what’s coming for her little ass

Feedback and dm suggestions are super welcome.

[Patcecas]

Lexie Miller woke up slowly, with sunlight already slanting hard across her room and the clock on her nightstand blinking 12:14 p.m. She didn’t bother opening her eyes right away. Her blonde hair, a little past her shoulders and tangled from sleep, stuck to the side of her cheek. The blue tank top (one of those thin, faded ones she’d stolen from her mom’s drawer years ago) had ridden up during the night, bunched under her small A-cup breasts so the hem sat just below her nipples. No bra, of course. Why would there be?
She stretched lazily, arms over her head, back arching off the mattress. The motion tugged the pink panties. They were small, childish; cotton with tiny red hearts scattered across them, the kind of thing she’d bought in middle school and never quite grown out of. One leg hole had twisted during sleep; now the fabric cut into her right cheek, leaving most of that small, round butt exposed while the left side stayed a little more covered. A careless half-wedgie she didn’t even register anymore.

Lexie swung her legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the carpet. She padded to the bathroom, still half-asleep, not bothering to pull the tank down or fix the panties. The mirror showed her a girl who looked younger than eighteen: lightly tanned skin from last summer’s pool days, skinny arms and legs, flat stomach without even a small line of softness despite she being living on junk food.
She turned towards the toiled, peeled the panties down in one careless motion, letting them slide to mid-calf. The twisted side caught briefly on her thigh before giving up. She sat, knees together, and peed in a soft, steady stream, eyes half-closed, head tipped forward so her hair curtained her face. When she finished she didn’t wipe right away, just sat there a second, blinking at the tiles, then reached for tissue, dabbed once, and stood, didn’t even washed her hands.
She tugged the panties back up without looking. The fabric snapped into place, but the right leg hole twisted again almost immediately, wedging back into the crease of her cheek.

Lexie went down into the living room. She didn’t opened any curtains, just limited to grab the half-empty box of Cap’n Crunch from the coffee table and headed to the fridge to grab the remaining three slices of cold pizza from the cardboard box that had been sitting out since yesterday. She dropped onto the couch sideways, legs tucked under her.
She ate mechanically, alternating bites of dry cereal straight from the box and greasy, congealed pepperoni pizza. Crumbs dusted the front of her tank top and sprinkled across her bare thighs. The TV was already on MTV; some reality show rerun played with the sound low. She watched without really watching, eyes glassy, chewing slowly. Her free hand drifted to her stomach, scratching idly under the hem of the tank.
At some point her head tipped back against the couch. The cereal box slipped from her lap to the floor, spilling a few golden squares. Her eyelids drooped. The half-wedgie tugged every time she shifted, but she didn’t fix it. She dozed like just like that.

The front door opened around 4:40.
“Lexie?” her mom’s voice, soft and surprised.
Lexie jolted upright, blinking fast. Cereal crunched under her foot as she swung both legs to the floor. Her tank top was crooked, one strap fallen off her shoulder again; the panties hadn’t magically straightened themselves. She stood quickly, smoothing her hair with both hands, but the wedgie stayed stubbornly in place, the pink cotton disappearing between her cheeks on the right side while the left looked almost normal.
Her parents were already in the doorway; Mom in her work blouse, Dad loosening his tie. They looked at her: the crumbs, the spilled cereal, the cold pizza box, the way she stood there half-dressed and rumpled.

“Hi,” Lexie mumbled, crossing to them anyway. She hugged her mom first, arms loose around her shoulders, then leaned into her dad’s side hug. Despite her indecent state, neither parent pulled away.
“Sweetheart,” Mom said quietly, smoothing Lexie’s hair back from her face. “You’re still in yesterday’s underwear?”
“I was gonna change,” Lexie lied. “Just… lost track.”
Dad sighed, not angry, just tired. “We need to talk, princess.”

They sat her on the couch. Lexie pulled her knees up, resting her chin above her knees, trying to hide the crooked panties, but the movement only made the wedgie worse; now both cheeks were now peeking out under her weight.

Mom spoke first, gentle. “We love you. You know that. But you’ve been home all summer doing… this.” She gestured vaguely at her. “No job, no school, no plan. We can’t keep pretending it’s okay.”
Dad pulled a folded section of newspaper from his back pocket; the classifieds, and set it on the coffee table in front of her. “We circled a few things. Retail, waitressing, receptionist at the dentist office. Real jobs, Lex. Something to start with.”
“I know it’s boring,” Mom added. “But it’s a start. You’re eighteen now. We just want you to try.”
Lexie nodded, she felt a small lump in her throat from the embarrassment. She didn’t argue. She never argued when they were this soft with her.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll look.”
They hugged her again, then left her alone with the newspaper and the TV still murmuring in the background.

Lexie stayed on the couch a minute longer, staring at the classifieds without really reading them. Then she stood, slow, the fabric had ridden up when she sat, now clinging high and tight like a makeshift thong. Both cheeks were exposed almost completely. the way the fabric had twisted and ridden up when she sat in the couch, now clinging high and tight like a makeshift thong with her childish panties, half obscene and half innocent, skin still faintly marked from the couch texture. While she paddled back to her bedroom, she felt small and ridiculous under their gentle gaze, the self-consciousness prickling her skin, but she didn’t reach back to fix it. Not in front of them.
She shut the door behind her and exhaled.

Her room was dim; curtains half-drawn, late-afternoon light slanting gold across the carpet and her unmade bed.
She padded to the desk. Her desktop PC hummed awake when she jiggled the mouse, Windows XP splash screen, then the cluttered desktop full of AIM icons and downloaded LimeWire tracks. She dropped into the creaky chair, thighs sticking slightly to the vinyl, and opened Internet Explorer.
First Craigslist gigs, same boring stuff her dad had circled: cashier, telemarketer, dog walker. She scrolled past them with a sigh, chewing the inside of her cheek. Then the newspaper classifieds Dad had left on the coffee table caught her eye again. She unfolded it on the desk, scanned the tiny print under “Talent & Modeling.”

There it was, near the bottom, in a box with a thin border:

18+ FEMALE MODELS WANTED
High pay – $500–$2000 per shoot
Lingerie / artistic / fantasy content
No experience needed – open-minded a must
Specializing in playful adult themes
Call Rick: (818) 555-01XX
All Access Backdoor Productions – Discreet

Her pulse kicked up. Two thousand dollars. For one shoot. She read it twice, then three times. “Playful adult themes” sounded vague enough—maybe like those Maxim magazine spreads, but with more skin. She glanced at the closed door, then back at the number.
She grabbed her flip phone from the nightstand, flipped it open, and dialed before she could overthink.
It rang twice.

“Rick,” a calm, middle-aged voice answered. No hello, just his name like he expected people to know who he was.
“Uh, hi. This is… Lexie? I saw your ad in the paper. About the modeling?”

A short pause, then a low chuckle that wasn’t mocking. “Lexie. Cute name. You eighteen?”
“Yeah. Just graduated.”
“Good. You sound sweet. Perfect. So here’s the quick rundown: we do fetish-oriented content, mostly solo and light girl/girl. Heavy focus on the buttplugs, teasing, insertion play, that kind of thing. Nudity is required on set, full sessions, no hiding. We shoot in a private studio, professional setup, bright lights, multiple cameras. Pay’s cash same day if you’re good. You open to that?”

Lexie’s mouth went dry. Butt stuff. Nudity. She pictured posing in lingerie, maybe a toy or two, like the girls in those late-night Cinemax previews. Her stomach flipped, but the number $500 to $2000 kept echoing.

“I… yeah, I think so. It’s not, like… actual sex, right? Just posing?”
“Exactly. No penetration with guys, no sex. Just you, some toys, looking pretty and playing along. We sell mostly to overseas clients big market in the Orient. They would love a fresh-faced Western girl look. Gives you built-in local anonymity since the market for this type of stuff in the west it’s rare and niche, and we never use real names on the discs. You can choose whatever stage name you pick. Sound good?”

Oriental. Western option. She thought of Playboy spreads with exotic themes, maybe some Asian-market version. It sounded far away and safe. “Yeah. That sounds… okay.”
“Great. I need to see what I’m working with. Send me a couple quick pics to this email: casting_aab@hotmail.com. Right now if you can, nothing fancy, just you as you are. Front and back. Make sure your face is in them so I know it’s you.”
Lexie swallowed. “Like… right now?”
“Yep. Sooner we see, sooner we can book you. You got a digital camera?”

She glanced at the cheap full body mirror at the corner of her bedroom “Yeah.”

“Perfect. Do it, email them over. I’ll look and get right back to you.”

She hung up, heart hammering. The room felt hotter. She stood, smoothed her tank top down (it immediately rode back up), finally decided to fix the wedgie of her underwear, feeling a bit more self conscious from all sudden and grabbed the camera.

Frontal: she stood straight, one hip cocked, blonde hair messy over one shoulder. Tank top thin enough to show the faint outline of her small nipples, panties snug across her flat stomach and the gentle curve of her mound. She held the camera at chest height, smiled a little shyly—big blue eyes, light tan, skinny frame. Click.

Then the back. She turned, looked over her shoulder at the mirror, arched her back just a touch so her small round butt pushed out. The pink hearts sat even now, framing both cheeks nicely (no wedgie this time). She angled the camera low behind her, caught the full shape: pert, pale against the bright cotton, legs slim and slightly parted. Click.

She plugged the camera into the PC with the USB cable, dragged the two photos to a new email.

Subject: Lexie – from the ad

Body: Hi Rick, here are the pics like you asked. Let me know.

Attachments: lexie_front.jpg, lexie_back.jpg

Sent.

She sat back, chewing a thumbnail, staring at the screen like it might bite her.

Less than three minutes later, the inbox pinged.

From: casting_aab@hotmail.XX
Subject: Re: Lexie – from the ad

Lexie,

You’re exactly what we’re looking for. Fresh, innocent, great ass. We want you in for a proper interview/shoot test in two days: Thursday, 10 a.m. sharp. Studio address below. Bring ID, wear something cute and easy to take off. We’ll go over everything in person, run a short screen test, see how you handle direction. If it goes well, you walk with $800 minimum that day.

Don’t be late, sweetheart.

Rick

All Access Backdoor Productions
320 W Hellman Ave, Unit B
Alhambra, CA 91801

Lexie read it twice. $800. Minimum. Her thumb hovered over the reply button, but she didn’t write back yet. She just stared at the photos she’d sent her own body, casual and unaware, now on some stranger’s computer in a place called All Access Backdoor Productions.

She shut down her computer, heart still racing, and flopped back onto her bed. The panties shifted again, riding up just a little on one side.

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[Melissaj15]

Love the story,

[Patcecas]

Chapter 1: the debutante

Lexie pulled into the cracked asphalt lot behind the strip mall, the little blue Honda Civic her dad had surprised her with the day after graduation. The engine ticked as it cooled. She sat there for a long moment, hands still on the wheel, staring at the number in the strip department complex. The whole place looked like a highway motel. No sign, no logo.

She'd dressed up a little more than she had for the photos. A mid-thigh-length denim skirt, pale pink button-up blouse tucked in neatly, white canvas sneakers. Underneath, a matching set, simple pink cotton bra and panties with a tiny scalloped edge of lace. She wanted to be seen desirable, she was taking this seriously.

Her stomach rolled. What if this was a mistake? What if her parents somehow found out? She almost turned the key back in the ignition. Then she remembered the $800 minimum. She exhaled, grabbed her little crossbody purse, and got out.

The walk across the lot felt longer than it should have. Flip-flops would have been easier, but she’d wanted to look put-together. Her skirt swished against her thighs with every step. She could feel her own heartbeat in her ears when she reached the door.

She knocked, three times, barely audible.

The door opened almost immediately.

A man in his mid-forties stood there, maybe a little taller than average, wearing a Metallica T-shirt, a little out of shape (still not in fat territory), faded jeans, and scuffed sneakers. Dark hair, a couple days of stubble. Lexie thought he looked like those car salesmen who appears in local TV ads.

“Lexie Miller?” His voice was low, calm, the same one from the phone.

“Yeah. Hi.”

He extended a hand, firm but not crushing. “My name’s Richard Dennis , but nobody calls me that unless they’re serving me papers.” He gave a small, crooked smile. “Call me Rick. Come on in, sweetheart. You’re right on time.”

She stepped inside. The air was cooler, smelling like cigarettes, which she wasn’t a fan of it. Everything looked so “adult” and that made her a little uneasy. The main room was small, it had a little corridor with two adjacent rooms and a small kitchen with a bathroom at the end. The room at the left had a couch, a couple of tripods with cameras already set up but powered off, a low platform with a plain black mattress, a folding table covered in coiled cables and plastic bins. Five men in total, including Rick. All of them looked over when she entered.

Rick gestured casually. “Guys, this is Lexie. Lexie, meet the team. Mike, the cameraman, the one with the beard. Tony, lights and grip. Dave, sound. And Jake, he’s our PA, runs errands, a little of everything. He’s the baby of the group, twenty-four.”

Jake gave a small wave and a grin. Everyone else nodded or lifted a hand. They were all over thirty except him, somewhere in their thirties to early fifties, dressed like guys who’d been doing this a long time: cargo shorts, band T-shirts, practical sneakers. She felt slightly ogled.

Rick led her to a couple of folding chairs near the table. “Have a seat. You want water? Soda? We’ve got warm Coke and colder water, even beer if you want.” Said with a small laugh.

“Water’s fine,” she said, voice smaller than she wanted.

He handed her a bottle, then sat across from her, elbows on his knees, casual but focused. “Okay. Let’s talk before we do anything else. You read the ad, we talked on the phone, you sent pics. You still here, so I’m assuming you’re at least curious. But I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

She nodded, twisting the cap off the bottle but not drinking yet.

“We specialize in fetish content,” he continued, matter-of-fact. “Mostly solo, some light girl/girl if we pair you with someone down the line. Heavy emphasis on the backdoor play, plugs, that kind of thing. Everything’s on camera, bright lights, close-ups. You’ll be naked the entire time you’re in the building on shoot days. From the second you walk through that door until we say wrap and hand you your clothes back. No robes, no stepping out to change. It’s how we keep continuity and energy. Standard for this kind of work.”

Lexie felt heat crawl up her neck. She’d known nudity was coming (she had sent the photos, after all) but hearing it laid out so plainly still made her mouth dry. “So… the whole day? Even when we’re not shooting?”

“Yep. Breaks, lunch, waiting for setups. You’re bare. Clothes go in the locker.” He nodded toward a tall metal cabinet with a padlock on the handle. “You get the key when we’re done for the day. No exceptions.”

She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

Rick studied her for a second. “You’ve never done anything like this before?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Nothing. Not even… like, webcam stuff or anything.”

The room shifted subtly, nothing dramatic, but she felt it. A couple of the guys exchanged quick glances. Rick’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Fresh is gold in this market.”

Tony spoke up for the first time, voice easy. “We’ll go slow today. Just a screen test. See how you take direction, how you look on camera, how you handle basic stuff. Nothing you can’t walk away from.”

Dave nodded. “And if at any point you say stop, we stop. No questions. But we’re hoping you don’t need to.”

Rick pulled a thin stack of papers from a folder on the table. “This is the contract. Three shoots minimum. You can walk after that if you want, no penalty. But if you bail early without a good reason, you repay any advances or per-shoot bonuses you’ve already taken. Standard clause. Pay’s cash, same day, $800 minimum per shoot, but it will vary according to the session, plus more if the scene sells well or we do extras. We handle all distribution; DVDs mostly overseas, some online clips. Your face stays in, but no real names on the packaging. You pick a stage name today if you’re in.”

He slid the contract across the table along with a cheap ballpoint pen. The pages were dense, legal-looking, full of words like “performer,” “nudity,” “anal penetration,” “right to likeness.”

Lexie stared at it. Her pulse was loud in her ears again. Eight hundred dollars a pop. She thought about the classifieds her dad gave to her, the dentist receptionist job paying nine bucks an hour.

She looked up at Rick. He wasn’t pushing, just waiting, patient. “I… I can sign it?”

“You can,” he said. “If you don’t, no hard feelings. Door’s right there.” Said with an empathetic smile

She picked up the pen. Her hand shook just a little. She signed Lexie Miller at the bottom of the last page, then wrote Cherry Lolipop on the stage-name line Rick had pointed out.

Rick took the contract back, glanced at it, nodded once. “Cherry Lolipop. I like it. Cute. Dumb in the right way.”

He stood, offered his hand again. “Welcome aboard, Cherry. Let’s get you comfortable.”

She stood too, legs feeling wobbly. The crew was already moving: Mike checking a camera battery, Tony tilting a light stand, Jake opening the locker.

Rick gave the contract one last glance, then slid it into the folder and set it aside. “Alright, Cherry. Let’s get moving. We’re gonna do a short screen test today: nothing heavy, just enough to see how you look and move under the lights, how you take direction, and how comfortable you are showing skin on camera. Mike’s gonna roll a couple angles, we’ll run some basic poses, maybe a little light play if you’re up for it. Sound good?”

Lexie nodded quickly, even though her stomach felt like it had dropped two floors. “Yeah. Sure. Let’s… let’s just do it.”

Rick looked at Lexie again. “Let’s start simple. Stand right here, center of the frame. Hands at your sides. Big smile for the camera, Cherry. We’re just getting to know you.”

Rick stepped back, giving her space in the center of the light pool. “Okay, Cherry. We’re rolling now. Just be yourself, look at the lens when you talk, answer honest, nice and natural. Mike’s got the main cam. Ready when you are.”

Lexie took a breath, nodded. The red record light blinked on.

Rick stayed off to the side. “Alright, let’s start easy. Can you tell us your name?”

“Cherry Lolipop,” she said, trying to sound bright. It came out with a little bimbo-ish high pitch.

Rick smiled. “Cute. Age?”

“Eighteen.”

“Perfect. In college right now?”

She stuttered. “N-no. I… didn’t go.”

They just smiled and nodded “There are more paths I see. Why are you here today, Cherry?” Rick asked.

She’d rehearsed this in her head on the drive over. “Money” sounded impolite on camera. “Um… to experiment, I guess. Try new things. See what it’s like.”

Rick nodded like that was the most normal answer in the world. “Fresh perspective. Love that. Any background in modeling or adult work? Ever done photoshoots, webcam, anything?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Nothing.”

The guys gave a light, playful round of applause, Tony even clapped twice with exaggerated slowness. “Virgin talent,” Jake said under his breath, grinning.

A few more easy questions followed: favorite color (pink), dream vacation spot (beach somewhere warm), what she does for fun (watch TV, hang out with friends). Safe, fluffy stuff to warm her up. She answered short, smiling when she could, though her fingers kept twisting the hem of her blouse.

Then Tony spoke from behind a light stand, casual. “You know, Cherry, you look really pretty right now. That blouse and skirt combo? Adorable. But…” he paused, grin widening “…I gotta be honest, I think you’d look even better without ’em.”

The other guys laughed softly, approving. Mike gave a low whistle from behind the camera.

Lexie’s face went bright red. She laughed too, trying to roll with it. “Um… thanks?”

Rick added. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get to it. Start with the blouse. Nice and slow, whenever you’re ready.”

Her fingers shook a little as she reached for the top button. One by one, she undid them pink cotton parting to reveal the matching bra underneath. The fabric slid off her shoulders, down her arms. She left it in the floor, no one took it.

She stood there in bra and skirt, arms loose at her sides, nipples slightly visible through the thin cups in the bright light.

She kicked off the white canvas sneakers one at a time, bare feet on the cool concrete. Smaller now, somehow more vulnerable.

The skirt came next: she unzipped the side, shimmied the denim down over her hips. It pooled at her ankles again; she stepped out, handed it over. Now just bra and panties: pink cotton with the delicate scalloped lace, hugging her slim hips, the faint outline of her mound visible under the bright lights.

Rick held up a hand. “Hold there. Perfect. Give us a slow 360, baby. Like a little model walk.”

She turned slowly, trying to look sexy, feeling every eye on her. The panties were hug cut, not thong, nothing dramatic, just enough to show the curve of her cheeks. When she faced front again, she smiled, in a “did I look good?” Way.

Rick smiled. “Look at that. Adorable. You know, I still have those photos you emailed, the ones in the pink heart panties. Saved ’em right in the casting folder. Glad we got the upgrade today.”

Lexie let out a small, self-conscious laugh, half giggle, half exhale. “Oh god… yeah. Those were… um. Kinda embarrassing to send.”

“Nothing embarrassing about them,” Rick said smoothly. “They got you here, didn’t they? And they were cute as hell. But these” he nodded at her current set “these are even sweeter.”

She shifted, crossed one ankle behind the other, suddenly hyper-aware of how little fabric was between her and the cameras. The crew was quiet now, just watching, the red light steady.

Rick kept his tone even, almost gentle, like he was guiding her through something routine. “Alright, Cherry. Turn your back to us now. Slow turn.”

Lexie pivoted on her bare feet, facing away from the lights and the cameras. She felt the their eyes tracing her outline.

“Bra first,” Rick said. “Reach back, unclasp it. Take your time.”

Her fingers found the hooks without much fumbling. She popped the clasp, let the straps slide down her arms in a deliberate, unhurried motion. The pink cotton cups fell away from her chest; she drew the bra forward and off completely, holding it out to the side. Then let it fall to the floor

Topless.

A cold flutter dropped through her stomach. Her small breasts were bare to the cool air, nipples tightening instantly, even if the crew couldn’t see them from this angle yet. There was no going back to “mostly dressed girl who could still pretend this was just a weird modeling gig.” She’d crossed into something irreversible the moment the bra hit the floor. She stood very still, breathing shallow, letting the realization settle.

Rick didn’t rush her. “Good. Now the panties, sweetheart. Slide them down nice and slow. Let us watch.”

Lexie hooked her thumbs into the waistband again. She bent slightly at the hips, pushed the cotton over the gentle swell of her ass. The fabric dragged lightly against her skin as it descended past the tops of her thighs, down her legs, pooling at her ankles. Cool air kissed the cleft of her cheeks, then the sensitive skin between her legs. Her ass was completely exposed now, the last barrier gone. She stepped out of the panties one careful foot at a time, leaving the pink cotton in a small crumpled heap on the floor.

A soft chorus of low whistles rose immediately warm, appreciative, not mocking.

“Jesus, look at that cute little perky butt,” Tony said, voice low and genuine.

“Adorable,” Dave added quietly.

“Perfect shape,” Mike murmured from behind the main camera.

Lexie felt the heat rush to her face and neck even though they couldn’t see it. The compliments landed strangely direct and shameless, yet oddly sweet in their straightforward admiration. She stood fully naked, back still turned, arms hanging loose, acutely aware of every inch of skin they were studying.

“Rick ordered her “Now turn around for us. Slow. Face the camera.”

She inhaled then rotated on her heels until she was facing them again.

Completely naked.

The bright lights hit her full-frontal: small breasts with pale pink nipples standing stiff, flat stomach, the soft blonde triangle between her slim thighs, bare feet planted on the cold concrete. No scrap of fabric left anywhere. Her arms remained at her sides. She felt tiny under their collective gaze, every detail of her body laid open for inspection.

The room went quiet for a long second.

“Look at that young body,” Rick said first, voice warm. “Fresh, perfect.”

“Like a little fairy,” Tony added, grinning softly.

“Seriously pretty,” Jake offered

Lexie’s blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks down her chest. Mortified (god, so mortified!) but the words wrapped around her like unexpected warmth. They weren’t crude or leering; they were looking at her like she was something delicate and rare, something they genuinely liked seeing.

She stood there, heart hammering, skin prickling with goosebumps, and thought one clear, steady sentence inside her head: “I can do this.”

Rick finally spoke again, gentle. “You’re doing great, Cherry. Really great. We’re gonna run a few simple poses next and training. Nothing big. You still good?”

She met his eyes, then glanced at the camera and gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” she said, voice quiet but steady. “I’m good.”

Rick kept his voice low and steady, like he was guiding her through something as ordinary as adjusting a pose. “Alright, Cherry. We’re gonna ease into the next part. Nothing crazy, just some light touching to see how your body responds on camera. Real reactions sell, remember?”

Lexie nodded, though her throat felt tight.

“Sit for us,” Rick said, gesturing to the low black couch that had been pushed into frame while she was stripping. It was simple, faux leather, wide enough for three people. “Right in the middle. Relax your legs”

She moved carefully, bare feet silent on the carpet, and lowered herself onto the cushion. The leather was cool against her ass and the backs of her thighs; she flinched just a fraction before settling. Rick sat on her left, close enough that his knee brushed hers. Tony dropped onto her right side. The couch dipped slightly under their weight, pressing her shoulders between them without quite trapping her.

She felt the difference immediately: clothed bodies on either side of her naked one, the faint warmth of their jeans against her bare skin. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers laced together, trying to cover the soft blonde patch between her thighs without looking like she was hiding.

Rick leaned in a little, elbow on the back of the couch, casual. “Let’s talk a minute while Mike gets the close angle. Just keep looking forward, nice and natural.”

Tony reached over and gave her knee a light, friendly pat,nothing lingering, just enough to make her jump slightly. “You’re doing awesome so far, kid.”

Lexie managed a small, shaky smile. “Thanks.”

Rick started easy. “First boyfriend?”

She swallowed. “Yeah. Um… junior year. His name was Tyler.”

“How long?”

“Like… five months? Then he moved away for college.”

Rick nodded. “First time with him?”

Her cheeks heated again, the flush spreading down her neck. “Yeah.”

“Nice. Gentle guy?”

She gave a tiny shrug, eyes on the camera lens instead of their faces. “I guess. It was… okay. Kinda awkward. We didn’t really know what we were doing.”

Tony chuckled softly. “Most first times are. Who else after that?”

Lexie hesitated, then answered quietly. “One more. It was… a guy I met at the mall food court. We dated for like two months.”

Rick’s tone stayed even, curious but not prying. “They touch you a lot? Or was it mostly quick stuff?”

She bit her lower lip for a second. “Tyler, yeah, hands everywhere, I guess. But nothing super… intense.”

“Ever let anyone play with your ass?” Tony asked, voice light, almost conversational.

Lexie’s breath hitched. “Not… really. A couple slaps during… you know. But no fingers or anything.”

Rick hummed thoughtfully. “What about yourself? You touch back there when you’re alone?”

Her face went scarlet. She stared at her own knees. “No, never.”

“Good to know,” Rick said, like he was filing away useful information. He shifted closer, his arm now resting along the back of the couch behind her shoulders. “One more question before we move on. Your nipples… sensitive?”

Lexie blinked, caught off guard. “I… don’t really know? I mean, they get hard when it’s cold, or when I’m… turned on, I guess.”

Tony made a soft, interested sound. “Allow me to find out by myself.”

She nodded jerkily, pulse loud in her ears.

Tony moved first. His right hand settled lightly on her left thigh, palm warm against her skin. He didn’t grab, just rested there, thumb stroking once in a slow arc. Then he began to ease her leg outward, gentle pressure, parting her thighs inch by inch.

At the same time, Rick lifted his left hand and brushed the backs of his knuckles along the underside of her right breast, barely contact, just enough to make her nipple pebble harder. Then he cupped the small mound fully, thumb circling the areola in lazy loops.

Lexie sucked in a sharp breath. Her legs trembled as Tony guided them wider apart, exposing the soft pink folds between them to the bright lights and the waiting camera. She could feel the cool air hit her there, the sudden vulnerability making her clit throb.

“Easy,” Rick murmured, voice close to her ear. His thumb brushed directly over her nipple now, light pinch, then a slow roll. “Look at that. They’re waking up already.”

Tony’s hand slid higher on her inner thigh, stopping just short of her center, fingers tracing the crease where leg met body. “Pretty pussy, Cherry,” he said quietly, almost appreciative. “Getting shiny for us.”

Lexie’s hips twitched involuntarily. She wanted to close her legs, cover herself, disappear, but the weight of their bodies on either side, the steady hands, the way how she was outnumbered and pinned, it was all to strong for her to refuse. Her breathing came shallow and quick, chest rising and falling under Rick’s palm.

“Good girl,” Rick said as encouragement, rewarding her with another slow circle around the stiff peak. “See? You do know.”

Tony’s fingers finally brushed her outer lips; feather-light, no pressure, just enough to part them slightly and let the camera catch the faint glisten. “She’s wet already,” he announced, calm and clinical. “Little clit’s peeking out too.”

Rick’s left hand stayed downward on her stomach for a moment longer; flat palm, warm and steady, before it began a slow, deliberate slide downward. His fingers trailed over the soft skin just below her navel, tracing lazy circles that made her muscles flutter. Lexie tensed instinctively, thighs clenching for a split second as his hand drifted lower, joining Tony’s on her inner leg.

Tony’s fingers were still resting high on her right thigh, thumb stroking the sensitive crease where leg met groin in slow, patient arcs. Now Rick mirrored him on the left: palm settling against the smooth skin, then gliding inward, fingertips brushing the tender flesh inches from her center. Both men kept their touch light soft caressing the pinky lips, but not enough to actually stimulate her properly, just enough to make her react.

Lexie’s breath hitched. Her legs, already parted wide by their earlier guidance, trembled under the dual attention. She felt exposed in a way that went beyond naked. Back in highschool she was the untouchable girl who kept dumping boy and teasing them, now had a two men toying her open sex freely, to their own amusement, and she was letting them, even feeling it. She felt the humiliating wetness that had started to gather and now glistened visibly under the lights.

At first she stayed rigid: shoulders tight, fingers digging into her own palms in her lap, small huffs of air escaping through her nose as she tried to stay still. The shame burned hot in her chest “they’re touching me, actually touching me, and the camera’s getting it all” but the contact itself… wasn’t bad. It was warm. Slow. Almost careful. Their palms were rougher than hers ever were when she touched herself alone, and that difference sent unexpected little shivers through her body.

Rick’s fingertips pushed a little more. The shallow intrusion made Lexie’s breath hitch. Rick’s finger moved with lazy, teasing strokes, sliding in only to the first knuckle, then withdrawing, circling the wet opening in slow, gentle motions. Tony’s fingers stayed on her outer lips, occasionally brushing her swollen clit with light pressure. The dual attention sent small, unwelcome sparks through her brain. Her walls fluttered around the invading finger each time it dipped inside.

For a few long seconds Lexie’s body betrayed her. Her shoulders loosened. Her head tipped back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed as a quiet, surprised sigh slipped from her lips.

“There she goes,” Tony murmured, voice low and approving. His fingers pressed just a fraction firmer, parting her outer lips a little more so the camera could catch the way her clit had swollen, peeking out pink and slick.

Rick let out a soft hum of satisfaction.

The warmth and slow rhythm felt good… too good, even as shame burned hot across her face and chest. She was naked, legs spread wide between two fully dressed men, one man’s finger teasing inside her pussy while the cameras recorded every twitch and flutter. The humiliation made her cheeks flame, yet her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary roll, chasing the gentle stimulation.

Her breathing changed to shallow little pants turning into longer, softer exhales. The tension in her shoulders eased; her thighs, which had been quivering with resistance, slowly fell open another inch on their own. She didn’t moan, nothing dramatic, but a quiet, surprised sound slipped out of her: half-sigh, half-whimper.

It felt… good. Really good. It all blurred into this strange, hazy warmth. For a long moment she let herself sink into it.

Tony chuckled under his breath. “Look at her go. Little Cherry likes being played with.”

Lexie’s eyes fluttered open at the words, a fresh wave of blush hitting her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. Her body stayed relaxed, thighs soft and open, letting their hands continue their slow, teasing work.

Then, abruptly, both men stopped.

Rick lifted his hand away first, resting it back on her stomach like nothing had happened. Tony followed a second later, giving her inner thigh one last light pat before withdrawing completely.

Lexie blinked, dazed. Her clit throbbed once, hard and unsatisfied, a faint ache settling between her legs. She shifted on the couch, thighs pressing together instinctively now that the stimulation was gone, trying to ease the sudden emptiness.

Rick leaned back, casual as ever, wiping his fingers absently on his jeans. “Introduction’s over, sweetheart. You did great. Real nice responses.”

Tony grinned, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “Yeah. Wet little pussy, sensitive nips, hips moving on their own. That’s gold.”

Rick stood, wiping his fingers on his jeans. “Alright, Cherry. Let’s move to the bed room for the next part.”

Lexie followed on unsteady bare feet, still completely naked. The crew moved with quiet efficiency behind her: Mike carrying the main tripod, Tony the smaller handheld camera, Jake bringing the lube and gloves. They entered the adjacent room with the low black mattress under bright lights. The air felt cooler on her skin.

“On all fours,” Rick said simply, pointing to the center of the mattress. “Knees wide, ass up high. Face toward the wall.”

She climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. The black surface was cool and slightly sticky under her palms and knees. She settled into position: hands planted forward, back slightly arched, small round ass pushed up and presented. One tripod camera was positioned directly behind her, lens aimed straight at her tight pink pucker and the soft, glossy lips just below. The second camera was set low in front, capturing her face in tight close-up. Both red record lights blinked on.

Rick snapped on a pair of thin latex gloves. He squeezed a thick glob of cheap, watery lube onto two fingers and smeared it around. The clear gel glistened under the lights. He stepped behind her.

“You’ve never had anything back here?” he asked quietly.

Lexie shook her head, voice small. “No.”

He gave a soft, low chuckle. “I’ll go gentle then.”

The slick tip of his first gloved finger pressed firmly against her virgin pucker. Lexie tensed instantly, her ring clenching tight. He pushed steadily anyway. The finger slid past the tight ring with a slow, burning stretch. A sharp little gasp escaped her as they filled her. It felt a strange, cool, invasive pressure deep inside, with a mild stinging at the entrance that made her toes curl in the air.

A thick glob of excess lube had been pushed around her ring and now dripped slowly downward, a shiny trail sliding over her pussy lips and dangling in a thin string before breaking.

Rick began rocking the finger in and out with steady, unhurried motions, shallow at first, then gradually deeper. Each push made her tight ring stretch and grip around the invading digit. Lexie stared straight ahead into the face camera, mortified. They were recording not just her ass being fingered, but every flicker of discomfort and embarrassment crossing her face. Her cheeks burned hot. Her small breasts hung beneath her, swaying slightly with each rock of his hand. She clenched hard around the finger, trying to push it out, but that only made the stretch feel more intense.

The finger kept moving: twisting slightly, pressing deeper, exploring the tight heat of her ass. The stinging being always present, she just pressed her lips in a small pout trying to ignore it. A soft, involuntary whimper slipped from her lips as he rocked it faster for a moment.

After a minute, Rick eased the single finger almost all the way out, leaving her pucker slightly hollow and glistening. He added more lube, another heavy glob that immediately began dripping down toward her pussy again then pressed two fingertips firmly against her hole.

He pushed both in together.

Lexie jolted lightly, her back arching hard and feet kicking in the air as the wider stretch hit her all at once. “Ah!” A real gasp tore from her throat. The sudden fullness was mildly intense, burning pressure, sharper tingling, her ring forced open around two (very thick) fingers. Her hole clenched violently around them, spasming as it tried to adjust. Panic flashed across her face, eyes widening as she stared into the front camera. The dripping lube made everything slick and messy; more of it was being pushed out with each shallow thrust, running in shiny rivulets down her pussy and dripping onto the black mattress below.

The crew, amused let a quiet, low whistle.

One of them (Tony, she thought) stepped closer and gave her flushed cheek a couple of gentle pats, almost affectionate. “Easy, easy,” he murmured.

Rick continued working the two fingers slowly now, rocking them in and out with deliberate, steady pressure. He twisted them gently, scissoring just enough to open her further. Each motion made her ring stretch and grip, the cheap lube squelching softly with every push. Lexie’s breathing came quicker, short little huffs as she struggled to adjust to the fuller invasion. Her ass cheeks trembled slightly with each rock. The dual cameras caught it all: the close-up of her puffy, stretched ring glistening with lube behind her, and the wide-eyed, mortified expressions on her face in front — the way her lips parted, the flush spreading down her neck, the tiny winces every time he pushed deeper.

He kept the slow, relentless rhythm, ignoring the way her body clenched and fluttered around his fingers. More lube dripped steadily downward, coating her pussy lips and leaving a small wet spot on the mattress. Lexie stayed in position, ass high, letting the fingers work her open while the cameras recorded every second of her first real anal experience.

Finally, after several long minutes, Rick slowly withdrew both fingers with a wet pop. Her asshole stayed slightly gaped for a moment — pink, puffy, and shiny with lube — before slowly contracting back. A thin string of lube still dangled from her ring, stretching downward.

Rick peeled off the gloves and tossed them aside. He reached for the medium silicone plug on the nearby table.

Rick slowly withdrew both fingers with a wet noise. Lexie’s asshole stayed slightly open for a long moment: pink, puffy, and shiny with the cheap lube before it slowly winked shut again. A thin string of the clear gel still dangled from her stretched pussy, until it broke and landed on the black mattress.

“Stay right there,” Rick said calmly. “Don’t move.”

Lexie remained on all fours, ass still high in the air, knees spread wide. Behind her, the guys talked casually among themselves, as if discussing a piece of equipment.

“Nice and tight,” Mike murmured from behind the ass camera, zooming in slowly.

Tony leaned in closer, studying her pucker. “How’d it feel in there, Rick? Warm?”

“Warm and fuckin’ tight,” Rick answered, peeling off the gloves and wiping his hands on a rag. “She was clenching hard the whole time. Good muscle tone though. Should take the plug fine once she stops flinching.”

Lexie heard every word while staring straight into the lens, mortified. They were talking about her asshole like it was just another prop on set. Her ring fluttered involuntarily at the attention.

Rick picked up the next toy from the table; a medium silicone plug, noticeably thicker than his two fingers. The tapered tip was modest, but the widest part near the base flared out significantly, easily the girth of three fingers or more. The neck was short, meaning once the thickest section popped in, it would sit deep and stay there.

“Next step is the plug,” Rick told her simply. “Bigger than the fingers, especially at the base. Just breathe and try to push back against it when it starts going in.”

Lexie’s eyes flicked to the plug in his hand. Her stomach tightened. It looked much bigger in person than she had imagined. “Be gentle…” she whispered, voice small.

Rick stepped behind her again. He squeezed a fresh glob of the thin lube directly onto her pucker and another generous amount over the plug, although he didn’t bothered with smearing it properly. He pressed the tapered tip against her still-slick hole, the excess immediately started dripping down her crack and over her pussy lips in shiny trail and pushed.

The first attempt failed almost instantly. The moment the wider part started stretching her ring, Lexie flinched hard forward on her knees, her whole body jerking away from the pressure. The plug slipped sideways and popped back out, smearing lube messily across her ass cheek and thigh.

“Sorry….” she gasped, face burning with embarrassment. She quickly got back into position, ass up again, breathing fast. “Sorry… I’m ready now. Just…”

She took two deep breaths, trying to steady herself, staring wide-eyed into the face camera the whole time.

Rick didn’t wait long. He pressed the tip back against her pucker and pushed again, firmer this time, steady and unrelenting. The tapered head slipped inside with a sudden pop. Lexie’s eyes widened sharply, a strained whimper escaping her throat as the real stretch began.

It was significantly bigger than the fingers. The burning pressure hit her immediately, a deep, intense stretching sensation as the thickest part of the plug forced her tight ring wider and wider. She clenched hard around it on instinct, which only made the burn sharper. Her toes curled tight in the air, her back arched sharply, and her breathing turned into short, shallow huffs.

“Oh… fuck…” she breathed, voice shaky. The widest part was now halfway through, forcing her asshole open in a way that made her feel full already. The short neck meant there was no relief: once it passed the flare, the plug would lock in deep and heavy.

Once the thick base finally popped past her ring, Lexie let out a sharp gasp, her whole body shuddering. The base sat snug against her cheeks, the heavy toy now buried deep. More of the cheap gel had been forced out during the insertion and now dripped steadily down her pussy and onto the mattress.

She stayed perfectly still on all fours, breathing hard, staring blankly into the face camera with wide, overwhelmed eyes. The plug felt huge — a constant, burning fullness that made her ass feel stretched and claimed in a way she had never imagined. Every tiny shift of her hips made it move inside her, sending waves pressure through her guts.

“Nice pop on that one,” Mike commented from behind the ass cam, zooming in on her stuffed, puffy ring. “Base is sitting pretty.”

Rick gave the base a light tap with two fingers, making the plug shift inside her. Lexie winced visibly, another soft whimper slipping out.

“Looks good,” Rick said casually. “We’ll leave it in for a bit. Let her get used to it while we do some walking shots.”

Lexie remained on all fours, ass high, the thick plug locked deep inside her, lube still slowly dripping from her stretched hole. She kept staring into the lens, face flushed and mortified, already feeling the deep soreness starting to settle in.

Rick gave the base of the plug one more light tap, making it shift heavily inside her. Lexie winced, a small flutter running through her stretched ring.

“Stand up,” Rick said. “Time for some walking shots. Let’s see how you move with it in.”

Lexie carefully pushed herself up from all fours. The moment she straightened, the full weight and thickness of the plug became impossible to ignore. It sat deep and heavy in her ass, the thick base pressing firmly between her cheeks. Every tiny movement made it nudge against her inner walls. She stood on slightly shaky legs, trying to keep her posture normal, but her steps were awkward, a subtle waddle mixed with careful, mincing movements as her ass adjusted to the constant intrusion.

She took a few tentative steps across the room, bare feet silent on the carpet. Her hips swayed a little more than usual, and she couldn’t stop the occasional clench around the plug, which only made the fullness feel more pronounced, still glistening on her inner thighs and dripped slowly from her puffy ring with each step. She tried to act casual, arms hanging loosely at her sides, but it was obvious; her movements were stiff.

“Adorable,” Tony murmured with a soft chuckle, watching her from the side. “She’s trying so hard to walk normal.”

Jake grinned. “Looks like a baby deer learning to stand. All wobbly legs.”

One of the guys (Dave) spoke up casually. “Hey, Cherry. Walk over to the kitchenette and make some coffee for me. Make one for yourself too if you want.”

Lexie nodded quickly, grateful for any task that might distract her from how exposed and ridiculous she felt. She turned and walked toward the small kitchenette at the end of the corridor, the camera trailing right behind her. The plug shifted with every step, pressing deeper when she lifted her leg, nudging sideways when her hips swayed. She clenched instinctively around it, which only heightened the deep, burning stretch. She felt a little of the lube growing down in a shiny line.

She reached the counter, standing on her tiptoes to grab the coffee maker and filters. The motion made the plug push upward sharply inside her, forcing a quiet gasp from her lips. She filled the pot with water, measured the grounds with slightly trembling hands, all while the camera stayed on her, zooming in on her plugged ass as she bent slightly to open the cabinet, then pulling back to catch her full naked body working in the bright lights. Her small breasts pointing, nipples still stiff. Every time she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the heavy toy reminded her exactly where it was lodged.

When the coffee finished brewing, she poured two mugs, one black for Dave, one with a little of milk, sugar and creamer for herself. She carried them back carefully, walking even more gingerly now, the plug making her steps short and deliberate.

She handed the mug to Dave with both hands. He took it with a nod, blowing on the hot liquid.

They let her stand there for a minute while the camera kept rolling. Rick asked a few wrap-up questions in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

“How’s it feel having that plug in after the fingers?”

Lexie shifted her weight, the toy moving inside her. “It’s… really full. Heavy. Every time I move it presses deeper. It still stings a little at the entrance.”

“Any different from what you expected?”

She glanced down at her own body, cheeks burning. “Bigger… way bigger than I thought it would be. I didn’t know it would feel this… constant.”

Rick nodded once. “Good. That’s honest. Camera likes real reactions.”

After the short interview, Rick pointed back toward the mattress. “Alright, back on the bed. This time on your back, knees drawn up to your chest. We’re going to remove the plug now.”

Lexie walked back to the mattress, the plug shifting heavily with each step. She lowered herself onto the black surface and rolled onto her back. The position felt even more exposing — she pulled her knees up toward her chest, holding them there with her hands, she felt small. Her ass lifted slightly off the mattress, cheeks spread naturally, the base of the plug clearly visible between them. The front camera angled down to capture her face and upper body, while the rear camera zoomed straight in on her stuffed hole.

Rick stepped between her spread legs. He gripped the base of the plug firmly and began to pull.

The thickest part resisted at first. Lexie’s ring clenched hard around the neck as the wide flare started to stretch her open again on the way out. She gasped sharply, eyes squeezing shut for a second as the burning stretch returned, even more intense now after having it seated so deep for so long. The plug slowly emerged, her pucker stretching wide around the thickest section before it finally popped free with a wet, obscene sound.

A thick glob of lube gushed out behind it, running down over her cheeks this time and pooling on the mattress. Her asshole stayed open for several long seconds (with a little gap, red and puffy from the prolonged stretch) before it began to slowly contract. The empty feeling was strange after the constant fullness, leaving her hole twitching and sensitive.

She lay there on her back, knees still drawn up, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling while the cameras caught every detail of her freshly-used ass slowly closing.

Lexie stayed on her back for a moment longer, knees still drawn up, breathing slowly as her stretched asshole continued to twitch and slowly close. The empty feeling felt strange after the constant heavy pressure — her ring puffy and sensitive, a thin trail of lube still leaking from her hole and running down between her cheeks onto the black mattress.

Rick gave a small nod. “Alright, that’s a wrap for today.”

Lexie sat up carefully on the edge of the mattress, her legs a little shaky. The movement made her freshly-used hole clench involuntarily, sending a deep, lingering soreness through her ass. She looked toward the cameras, still blinking red.

Rick stepped in front of the main lens. “That’s it for Cherry Lolipop’s first screen test. Thanks for watching. See you in the next one.”

The red lights flicked off.

The crew relaxed slightly. Mike stretched his arms, Tony started coiling a cable. Rick turned to Lexie with a casual smile.

“Congrats, Cherry. You did great for your first time.”

She sat there naked, hands resting on her thighs, still feeling the deep ache and the slick mess between her cheeks. “Did I… do it right?” she asked quietly, voice uncertain.

“Yeah, you were perfect,” Rick said. “Real tight little ass, clenched like crazy around the fingers and that plug. And waddled around with it in. Cute reactions the whole way through.”

Tony nodded. “That hole stayed open after we pulled the plug. A real pretty gape for a beginner.”

Lexie’s face burned hot. The words felt embarrassing (not exactly mean, but blunt and objectifying). She forced a small nod anyway, telling herself it was just how they talked in this industry. “Okay… good.”

Rick clapped once. “We’re glad to have you on the team, Cherry. You’re exactly the fresh face we’ve been looking for.”

He stepped forward and pulled her into a quick hug. His clothed body pressed against her bare skin, the rough fabric of his Metallica T-shirt brushing her small breasts and sensitive nipples, his arm wrapping around her lower back. The hug lingered just a second longer than she expected, his hand resting low on her bare hip, close enough that his fingers grazed the curve of her ass.

One by one the others followed. Tony gave her a friendly squeeze on her cheek. Mike hugged her next, his beard scratching her shoulder as he pulled her close. Jake went last, his hand resting on her waist for a moment.

Lexie stood there letting it happen, acutely aware that the hugs felt less like simple congratulations and more like an excuse to feel her bare skin, the warmth of their clothed bodies against her completely naked one, hands lingering on her hips, ass, lower back, and the tops of her thighs. She didn’t pull away, but the realization was clear now. It was the first time she really felt like the only naked person in the room.

When the last hug ended, Lexie turned toward the main room where her clothes still lay scattered across the concrete floor (the pink button-up blouse crumpled near the folding chairs, the denim skirt pooled where she had stepped out of it, her matching pink bra and panties tossed nearby, white canvas sneakers kicked off in different directions.

She walked over with awkward steps. She bent down to gather everything, feeling the cool air on her still-sensitive hole as she moved. One by one she pulled her clothes back on: first the panties sliding up her legs and settling against her wet asscheeks (the cotton immediately soaking up some of the leftover lube), then the bra, the blouse, and finally the denim skirt. The fabric felt strange against her bare skin after being naked for so long, especially the way the panties pressed the mess between her cheeks.

Fully dressed again, she smoothed her skirt down and stood there, purse in hand.

Rick handed her an envelope with the cash. “Eight hundred, like we promised. See you for the next shoot, we’ll call you with the date.”

Lexie took the envelope, fingers still a little shaky. She nodded, gave a small, awkward smile, and headed for the door.

As she stepped back out into the bright Florida afternoon, the soreness between her cheeks pulsed with every step toward her Civic. She slid into the driver’s seat carefully, wincing as the plug’s memory made sitting feel different already.

She told herself it was just modeling.

But her tight little asshole already knew it was going to be a lot more than that.

EPILOGUE: the aftermath of the first day

Lexie drove home in silence, the Florida afternoon sun beating through the Civic’s windshield. Every shift in the driver’s seat sent a dull, deep soreness pulsing through her asshole; a constant reminder of the thick plug that had stretched her open for nearly an hour. The cheap lube had dried sticky between her cheeks, and she could feel the wet patch in her pink cotton panties pressing uncomfortably against her puffy ring with every bump in the road.

When she finally pulled into the driveway, the house was still empty. She slipped inside quickly, locking the door behind her, and headed straight to her bedroom. The soreness made her walk with a subtle, careful waddle she hoped no one would notice.

In her room she peeled off the denim skirt and blouse, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the pink panties. As she slid them down, the fabric clung wetly to her skin. The crotch and the back panel were visibly stained: messy, dark, shiny patches from the excess lube that had leaked out during the session and while she was walking around the studio. A thick smear coated the gusset.

She grimaced, balling the ruined panties and tossing them into the corner of her closet. Standing naked from the waist down, she reached back with a handful of tissues and wiped between her cheeks as best she could. The lube was stubborn, slick and messy leaving her ring tender and slightly swollen. She cleaned what she could, but the deep ache remained, a strange, full feeling that made her clench involuntarily every few seconds.

Her drawer was almost empty. No clean adult pairs left; only the old childish ones she’d had since middle school. She pulled out a pair of pale yellow cotton panties with tiny blue stars scattered across them, the kind with a little bow on the front. They were small and snug, riding high on her hips and cutting slightly into her cheeks. She stepped into them and tugged them up. The soft fabric settled against her freshly-used hole, now feeling “fresher” and “cleaner” without any lube between her cheeks. It felt oddly innocent against the soreness; a childish contrast to what had just been done to her.

Lexie pulled on an oversized faded T-shirt (one she’d stolen from her dad years ago) that hung to mid-thigh, then flopped onto her unmade bed. She grabbed a gossip magazine from her nightstand and tried to lose herself in the pages: celebrity breakups, fashion tips, mindless fluff. But her mind kept drifting back to the studio: the lights, the two cameras capturing her face while Rick’s fingers worked inside her, the heavy plug stretching her wider than she thought possible, the awkward waddle to the kitchenette while they filmed her ass, the way the men had hugged her naked body like they were testing how she felt.

She shifted on the bed, wincing as the soreness flared again. It’s just modeling, she told herself. Just my butt. Not even real sex. The money’s good. I can handle it.

The front door opened around 6:30 p.m.

“Lexie? We’re home,” her mom called softly.

Lexie’s stomach tightened. She expected the usual gentle scolding: the “you need to do better” talk. She stood up quickly, smoothing the oversized T-shirt down over her hips, but it barely covered the yellow star-patterned panties. The childish underwear rode up slightly on one side, giving her a subtle wedgie again.

She padded out to the living room, bare legs and all. “Hi… I was just about to change and clean up…”

Her parents looked at her: the messy hair, the oversized T-shirt, the small yellow panties peeking out underneath but their expressions stayed soft, no lecture coming.

“How did the modeling job go today, sweetheart?” her mom asked, setting her purse down.

Her dad smiled tiredly but genuinely. “Yeah, tell us. Did it go well?”

Lexie blinked, surprised. No scolding. Just genuine pride.

“It… went okay,” she mumbled, forcing a small smile. “I think I did fine.”

Her dad opened his arms. “We’re proud of you for getting out there and working hard. First real job and everything.”

Lexie stepped forward and hugged him from the side, the way she always did; her head resting against his chest, one arm around his waist. His hand settled naturally on her lower back, warm through the thin T-shirt. The hug felt safe and familiar, his palm broad and steady, not wandering. She could feel the difference immediately: this was nothing like the studio hugs. Those had been heavier, longer, hands sliding over bare skin with clear intent to feel her body. Here, her dad’s touch was innocent, protective: just a father hugging his daughter.

Still, she felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. She was eighteen now, technically an adult, yet here she was in tiny childish star panties, the hem of the T-shirt barely covering her ass, hugging her dad while her asshole still throbbed from being stretched and plugged on camera for money. The contrast made her cheeks heat up. A quiet inner shame twisted in her stomach “this isn’t really my job… not the way they think “ but she pushed it down.

She nodded against his chest. “Thanks, Dad.”

Her mom smiled warmly. “We knew you could do it if you tried. Dinner in a bit?”

Lexie pulled back, tugging the T-shirt down a little lower, suddenly hyper-aware of how the yellow panties clung to her still-sensitive cheeks and the faint damp spot forming again from the leftover lube. “Yeah… I’ll be back real quick.”

She padded back to her room, the soreness pulsing with each step, the childish fabric of the star panties grinder against her cheeks from the motion. She closed the door behind her and let out a long breath.

On her desk, the computer screen glowed faintly. She sat down and opened her email. A new message from Rick was already waiting.

Good first day, Cherry. Next shoot scheduled for Thursday. Bring the same energy. We’ll start with something a little bigger this time.

Lexie stared at the screen for a long moment, thumb hovering over the reply button. The deep ache between her cheeks reminded her exactly what “a little bigger” probably meant.

She typed a short reply anyway.

Okay. See you Thursday.

She hit send, then flopped back onto her bed, magazine forgotten beside her. The yellow star panties still wedging her.

It’s just modeling, she told herself again, closing her eyes. Just my butt.

But the soreness, the leftover stickiness, and the memory of five dressed men casually working her open told a different story.

[flyingmonk]

Nicely done. Inventive story.

[Patcecas]

Nicely done. Inventive story.

Thank you, this first chapter is very low stakes, the story will progress and get more intense as the chapters go.
Chapter two “first anal training” next week

[alberic]

Great story. I’ve been waiting for this to drop.

Chapter two “first anal training” next week

If it’s anything like Powershotz, I’m all on board.

[Patcecas]

Chapter 2: Cherry’s first anal training

Lexie was kind of dreading the next encounter. In fact: it was a little more complicated than just a plain dread: she was (kinda) happy to have some independence and actual money in her pocket; her parents seemed genuinely pleased that she had a job instead of wasting her youth in bed; they kept repeating how proud they were. But also the way the men had touched her, the specific way they recorded her face while they played with her body… it was so strange. She used to be one of the hardest girls to get in high school. Now most of her former classmates were starting university while she was letting some men to play and film her ass for cash.

She woke up slowly in her messy bed, completely naked as she sometimes slept. The sheet had tangled around one leg during the night, leaving the rest of her bare. Late-morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains. She knew her parents were still in the house because she could hear some noises coming from the kitchen. Still, she sat up and listened for a moment. No footsteps in the hallway.

Lexie slipped out of bed and padded quietly to her bedroom door. She cracked it open just enough to peek out, one bare breast pressing against the wood. The hallway was empty.

She took a quick breath, then slipped out completely naked, moving fast but quietly on bare feet, heading towards the bathroom.

She locked the door behind her with a soft click and sat on the toilet to pee. The stream was soft and steady. After finishing she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her body, soaping herself thoroughly; breasts, stomach, between her legs, and between her cheeks.

When she stepped out and dried off, she cracked the bathroom door again and listened. Nothing. She darted back toward her room on tiptoe, still fully naked, water droplets sprinkled over her small butt.

“Morning, sweetheart,” her mom’s voice called gently from the living room.

Lexie felt a fresh wave of embarrassment prickling over her skin. She had been seen. Naked. Even if it was only her mom and she was pretty much being careless enough to create this whole situation by herself.

“It’s just us,” her mom added with a light laugh. “No need to dart like that.”

Lexie let out a nervous giggle and relaxed a fraction. “Okay…”

She decided to barely search for coverage right away. Instead she grabbed the first thing within reach in her room: a pair of tiny, lose red running shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. They were old and soft, the fabric thin and prone to riding up. She pulled them on commando, the loose legs gaping slightly whenever she moved. Topless still felt safe enough around her mom, so she left and padded out to the kitchen, small breasts bare and bouncing lightly with each step, the red shorts clinging loosely to her hips.

Her mom was making fried eggs for breakfast, she glanced over from the counter, smiled and amused. “Well look at you, little model. Walking around half-naked like it’s nothing.”

Lexie smiled in genuine/embarrassed way and shrugged one shoulder, crossing her arms loosely under her breasts. “It’s just us…”

Her mom chuckled fondly, stirring eggs on the stove. “I see sweetheart… you know, I was exactly like that at your age. Running around the house in tiny shorts or just my panties. Your dad couldn’t keep his eyes off me back then. He was drooling every time I bent over to pick something up.”

Lexie’s was utterly mortified to hear such a thing from her mother, but it felt kinda nice her mom had this kind of openness with her.

“Mom!…” she said giggling while covering her face from the embarrassment.

“It’s true,” her mom said with a wink. “Your dad went crazy for it, I did use my charm on my favor” […] “You’re growing up so fast. Youre my little model now.”

The words landed with a strange double edge: both sweet and embarrassing.

She was her mom’s “little model,” Lexie said that her new job was about modeling; but the modeling she was actually doing involved letting strange men play with her most private places on camera. She pushed the thought down and just smiled, nodding.

After finishing her eggs, her mom handed her a small box lunch she’d packed (a sandwich, apple, a couple of cookies). “Here, for your shoot today. How’s the modeling job going anyway? You still can’t show us any of the pictures?”

Lexie took the box. “It’s… going okay. The shots are private though. Company policy. They don’t let us share them.”

Her mom nodded, expression turning a touch more serious but still kind. “Just be careful, sweetheart. Okay? We’re proud of you for working hard.”

She felt a little self-conscious embarrassment. She had no idea what “careful” really meant in this context. But she nodded quickly. “I will.”

She finished getting ready in her room: a simple white bra, a fitted tank top that hugged her small chest, low-rise jeans that sat low on her hips, and her white sneakers, she didn’t even bothered to wear underwear, what’s the use anyway?. She looked normal. Cute, even. Like any 18-year-old heading out for the day.

In the car, windows down and radio playing some pop music.

Lexie drove toward the studio with the box lunch on the passenger seat. Her mind wandered back to the same thought: Nobody knows yet. The first video went up a few days ago and nothing bad has happened. Nobody has recognized me. Everything is still normal. She told herself the touches at the studio were just part of the job, the cameras were just cameras, and her ass was… well, just her ass. Nothing that counted as real sex. The money was real though. The independence was real. Her parents were proud. That was what mattered.

Lexie used the keys that Rick give to her last week, stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“Well, morning sweetheart,” he greeted, voice low and easy. “Right on time.”

They exchanged a few short words (the drive, the weather, overall: nothing important). Then Rick straightened and nodded toward her clothes.

“Time to put on your uniform… Cherry.”

She tilted her head. “Uniform?”

“Everything off,” he said calmly. “Naked the whole time you’re here sweetheart. You remember?” His eyes held hers for a moment and smiled “Don’t be shy”

She smiled and nodded nervously. She was expected to obey. Her fingers moved anyway, reaching for the hem of her tank top. She pulled it up and over her head, the fabric dragging across her small breasts. The white bra came next: hooks undone, straps sliding down her arms until the cups fell away. Her pale pink nipples tightened immediately in the cool air.

She kept her gaze lowered while she worked, but she could feel Rick watching. His eyes moved slowly over her now-bare chest, she could feel his eyes tracing the gentle mound of her tits and her pointy nipples.

She pushed the low-rise jeans down, stepping out of the pile until she stood completely naked in the middle of the room.

Rick didn’t speak right away. But he was certainly enjoying the way she looked. His gaze traveled unhurried from her breasts, down the flat line of her stomach, over the soft, untrimmed blonde patch between her thighs. It was a slow, open appraisal that made her skin prickle everywhere she just knew his eyes landed. She felt exposed beyond bare skin, like every inch of her was being measured and claimed for the hours ahead.

Lexie stood still, arms at her sides, cheeks warm. The carpet floor felt cold under her bare feet. The duty of it sat heavy in her chest, she knew the rule, knew she was supposed to do this without fuss but the embarrassment still burned quietly across her chest and neck.

Rick finally nodded once. “Good girl. Clothes in the locker.”

He pointed toward the kitchenette right after she put her clothes in the locker. “We’re not ready to roll yet. Go make some sandwiches for the crew in the meantime. They’ll be hungry when we start.”

She was weirded out, but b nodded, turned and walked down the short hallway, thinking how she’s kind of their naked maid now. The cool air brushing between her thighs the bare cheeks of her ass. She could feel Rick’s eyes following her the entire way.

When she entered the kitchenette, the other three Mike, Dave, and Jake were already there, lounging around the counter. The moment her naked body appeared in the doorway, conversation dipped for a second.

Mike broke the silence first, grinning. “Our favorite model is back.”

The words stung in an unexpected way. Her mom had used the exact same phrase earlier that morning: warm, affectionate, innocent. Here it landed differently, heavier. Lexie felt her felt vulnerable as she stood completely bare in front of the dressed men.

She tried to move normally, opening the fridge and pulling out bread, deli meat, cheese, and condiments and she tried to act normal as she reached and arranged everything on the counter. Dave stepped up right beside her to grab a beer from the same shelf. Their bodies were suddenly close.

Without warning, his open palm came down in a firm smack across her left ass cheek.

The sharp crack echoed in the small space. Lexie yelped, a high, startled “Ah!” her whole body jolting forward. The sting bloomed hot, the flesh of her cheek jiggling visibly from the impact in a hand-shaped print. She froze for a second, one hand instinctively hovering near the stinging area, the sudden vulnerability of being slapped on her bare ass while making their lunch nonetheless, her face burn even hotter.

The other three chuckled softly.

Lexie sulked, lips pressing into a small pout as she rubbed the warm handprint on her cheek. The frustration ran through her throat standing here naked, preparing food for them, while they laughed her reaction.

Dave gave the same spot a light, almost soothing pat. “Oh don’t be mad, sweetheart,” he said, voice easy and teasing. “Just saying hello. You know we love seeing you like this.”

She didn’t answer, just kept spreading mayo on the bread with slightly shaky fingers, face red and three pair of eyes looking at her marked ass

Lexie finished assembling the four sandwiches, stacking them neatly on a plate. Her bare feet padded as she carried it to the small table where all of the crew now had already pulled up chairs. She set the plate down in the middle, then hesitated, looking for a place to sit, Rick offered her his seat.

“Counter’s fine” she said while heading towards the kitchenette counter behind her.

She turned and boosted herself up onto the edge of the counter. The moment her bare ass cheeks made contact with the surface, she felt the faint grit and stickiness of old crumbs and dried spills against her skin. It was disgusting; cool, slightly dirty, pressing directly into the soft flesh and she grimaced it but ultimately ignored it, shifting her weight a little she settled slightly hunched. She sat with her knees together, hands resting on her thighs, trying to look as normal as possible while completely naked in front of four dressed men eating the lunch she had just made.

They dug in, talking between bites like any group of coworkers on a break.

“Video from last week is doing solid numbers” rick said around a mouthful “everyone commented on how cute and innocent she is, people are very eager to see her again.”

Mike nodded, chewing. “Today we’re gonna test how she takes the wood, right?. Smooth but firm, it won’t catch a tear. Should rearrange her nicely without too much drama.”

Lexie’s felt deeply vulnerable as they discussed her like she wasn’t sitting right there and it wasn’t her the subject of the discussed actions. She stayed quiet, listening while they moved on to the spanking portion they had planned.

“Hand only today,” Dave added. “We’ll rotate so everyone gets a turn. Get that pretty ass nice and warm before the main event.”

Rick glanced over at her, wiping his hands on a napkin. “You clean yourself before you came in today, Lexie?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I showered this morning.”

Rick raised an eyebrow, swallowing his bite. “Inside too?”

Lexie blinked, confused. “Inside…?”

Rick set his sandwich down and leaned back in his chair. “An enema, sweetheart. You ever had one before?”

She shook her head, genuinely unsure. “No… I don’t think so… What is it?”

The guys exchanged quick glances.

“Well,” Rick explained, keeping his tone matter-of-fact, like he was describing something normal “it’s a way to clean you out back there. Warm water gets flushed inside your ass, fills you up, then you push it all out. Helps everything stay nice and ready for the anal stuff we’re doing today. We can’t have any surprises when we start working you open.”

Lexie’s eyes widened a fraction. The casual way he said “flushed inside your ass” and “push it all out” made her stomach lurch with embarrassment. She shifted on the dirty counter, the grit pressing more noticeably against her bare cheeks. “I… didn’t think about that. I just showered like normal.”

Mike shrugged, taking another bite. “No big deal. We’ll handle it ourselves then.”

Rick nodded. “We’ll do a full bag today. A bit of soapy water. You’ll hold it for a bit, then squat and let it go. It’ll feel full and crampy at first, but it’s necessary. Keeps everything clean and tight for the wood dildo later.”

Lexie’s face grew hotter. The idea of them watching her push water out of her ass, squatting in front, very probably in front of them too, felt mortifying in a whole new way.

She pressed her thighs tighter together, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed her body was while they talked so openly about what was going to happen inside her.

“Will… will this be recorded?” she asked, voice small.

Rick’s face lit up. “Great idea! Yeah, we’ll roll on it. People gonna love it.

Oh great thought to herself, as if she needs to humiliate herself even more. Her face burned as the crew continued eating, chatting about nothing really relevant as they finished.

Rick finished his sandwich and stood, wiping his hands. “Alright, let’s prep everything. Jake…” Rick said, nodding toward the youngest crew member, “you’re the one who will give her the enema today.”

Jake looked over at Lexie, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face, excited but not cruel. “Cool. I got it.”

Lexie sat there on the counter, still completely naked, the dirty surface warm against her ass now from her body heat. She felt a flicker of insecurity twist in her chest as she looked at Jake’s smiling face. He seemed nice enough, but the thought of him being the one to handle the enema?… pushing the nozzle inside her, filling her, watching her hold it and then expel it… made her shift uncomfortably. Still, she stayed quiet, knees pressed together, waiting while the crew finished the last bites of their lunch.

Rick cracked his knuckles as he was about to make some heavy work “Alright, let’s get the hose and nozzle ready.”

Mike grabbed the tubing and the smooth plastic nozzle from a drawer, screwing them together. Dave set a large stainless steel container and a small bucket on the counter in front of Lexie. The bucket was half-full of small white flakes of soap.

Rick pointed at the items. “Fill the bowl with warm water from the sink, then add as much soap flakes as you think you’ll need for a good clean enema. We want you nice and empty inside.”

Lexie slid off the counter, still completely naked, and stepped to the sink. She turned on the warm water and began filling the big container, the stream loud in the small kitchenette. When it was about three-quarters full, she picked up the bucket of soap flakes and started adding them. She didn’t know exactly how much was “enough,” so she kept scooping generous handfuls, watching the white flakes swirl and dissolve into the water. More is better, right? she thought. If it’s supposed to clean me out, then extra should make it really clean. She added another big scoop, then another, until the water turned cloudy and thick with soap. The container was now heavily loaded, way more than necessary.

The crew watched quietly, exchanging small glances and faint smiles. They knew exactly how the mixture would feel, but none of them stopped her.

Dave picked up a small handheld camera and switched it on. The red light blinked to life. He pointed it casually at Lexie’s naked backside while she stood naked at the counter, still stirring the soapy water with a spoon.

“Say hi to the camera, Cherry,” Dave said, voice relaxed.

Lexie turned around looked up as the lens focused on her bare body. “Hi…” she said softly, giving a small, awkward smile.

Dave kept the camera steady. “Tell us what’s happening right now. What are you doing?”

She leaned the cloudy bowl at the camera. “Um… I’m making my enema water. I filled the container with warm water and added a lot of soap flakes. They said to add as much as I think I’ll need to get really clean inside.”

“And why are we doing this?” Dave prompted gently.

Lexie felt very mortified, after all; she was explaining something so intimate on camera. “Because… I’m going to do anal stuff today, and they said I need to be cleaned out first. So the water goes inside my… my butt, and then I push it out. To make sure everything is empty and ready.”

The crew listened, a couple of them nodding along as if this was the most normal conversation in the world.

Rick leaned against the counter. “How do you feel about it? First time getting an enema?”

She hesitated, fingers still swirling in the thick soapy mixture. “I didn’t know what it was until a few minutes ago. It sounds… kind of weird. And a little embarrassing. Having water pushed inside me and then having to let it all out while everyone watches. But… if it’s necessary for the shoot, I guess I’ll do it.”

Dave chuckled softly. “That’s a good attitude, Cherry. You’re learning fast.”

When the bowl looked sufficiently cloudy and over-saturated with soap, Lexie stepped back. “I think that’s enough.”

Rick nodded. “Looks good. Now get into position. All fours or on your stomach, whatever feels easier for you. Right here on the kitchen floor is fine.”

Lexie glanced at the tiled floor, then lowered herself onto her hands and knees. She chose all fours, knees spread a little, back slightly arched so her ass was presented. The cool tiles pressed against her palms and knees, and she felt the vulnerability of the position immediately: completely naked, ass up in the middle of the kitchen while four men stood around her.

Rick picked up the heavy jug of soapy water and carefully poured it into the enema bag, the cloudy liquid sloshing as the bag swelled even fuller. Mike handed him the hose and nozzle.

“Jake’s going to give it to you,” Rick reminded her.

Jake stepped forward, still smiling that small, excited smile. He took the nozzle moved close to her

Jake knelt behind her, the smooth plastic nozzle resting against her tight pucker. “Ready?” he asked again, voice light.

Lexie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah…”

He pushed the nozzle in steadily. The moment the smooth tip breached her ring, Lexie jerked forward slightly on her hands and knees, a small, involuntary “nh…” escaping her throat. The intrusion felt strange and invasive; cool, firm plastic sliding into her still-unfamiliar hole. She wasn’t used to the sensation yet; her body tensed, ring clenching around the nozzle as it settled a couple of inches inside her.

Jake paused, one hand gently rubbing and patting her left ass cheek in slow, soothing circles. The touch was meant to reassure, but it felt charged his palm against her bare skin while she was already naked and exposed on all fours in the kitchen. “You okay, Cherry?”

She tried to ignore the way his hand on her cheek, the subtle possessiveness in the pat. “I’m okay,” she said quickly, breathing a little faster. “Just… not used to it yet.”

Jake nodded and reached up to the enema bag hanging from the hook. He opened the valve.

The soapy water immediately began to flow.

It hit her all at once thick, cloudy, and noticeably cooler than she expected because she hadn’t thought about warming the water. The rush was sudden and heavy, flooding into her colon in a steady stream. Lexie’s eyes widened and her whole body recoiled, back arching sharply as the first wave of pressure filled her.

“Ah!” A sharp gasp tore from her. The soapy mixture burned almost instantly, a deep, stinging heat spreading through her guts, mixing with intense cramping. It felt horrible, like her insides were being scrubbed from the inside. The sheer volume and thickness made her belly start to swell slightly, the pressure building fast and unrelenting.

She shifted on her hands and knees, ass still up, trying to bear it. Her thighs trembled. A low, uncomfortable whimper slipped out as another cramp rolled through her. “It… it burns,” she breathed, voice shaky. “It feels really bad inside… can we stop for a second?”

Rick who was somewhere behind her said calmly. “Can’t stop now, sweetheart. We need you properly clean for the anal work today. You added all that soap yourself sweetheart, that was your choice.”

Dave still holding the handheld camera steady, changed position now zooming in on her face to catch every wince and gasp, then pulling back to show her naked body on all fours.

Another strong cramp hit her and Lexie’s back bowed, a strained sound escaping her as she clenched around the nozzle. The thick, burning water kept flowing, filling her deeper, the soap making everything sting and churn horribly inside her. She was completely exposed; naked on the kitchen floor, ass presented, guts cramping painfully while five men stood around casually watching and filming.

“It’s too much…” she whimpered, shifting her weight from knee to knee, trying to find any relief. “It really burns… please, just a little break?”

Jake told her “You’re doing fine. Keep breathing. The more you fight it, the worse the cramps get. Just let it fill you up.”

As he stayed kneeling behind her, one hand still resting on her ass cheek, occasionally giving it a gentle rub as if to calm her, while the soapy water continued its relentless flow into her colon. Lexie’s breathing came quicker, small sounds of discomfort slipping out with every new cramp, her naked body trembling on the tiles as the camera captured it all.

The soapy water kept flowing steadily into her, thick and burning, each new surge sending fresh cramps rolling through her guts. Lexie’s belly felt heavier, more swollen with every second. The stinging heat was getting worse, spreading deep inside her like something was scrubbing her from the inside out.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Her right hand moved instinctively, reaching back toward her ass, fingers brushing desperately near the nozzle. “I need to take it out… just for a second”

Jake’s hand snapped down fast, smacking her reaching fingers with a sharp little slap. “No touching,” he scolded, voice firm but calm. Then his open palm came down again, this time a light but deliberate smack across her bare right ass cheek.

The sting bloomed hot on top of the earlier slap from Dave, making her yelp softly. “Ah!”

“Be a good girl and behave, Cherry,” Jake said, his tone carrying that same mix of reassurance and authority. “If you keep trying to pull it out, we’ll have to do the rest of the enema the old-fashioned way over my lap like a little kid. You don’t want that, do you?”

The words made her panic a bit: the single thought of her naked over his lap, ass up like a child being given medicine made her behave by the force. She pulled her hand back quickly, pressing it flat against the cool tiles, mortified.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, voice small.

Jake gave her ass one more gentle pat, almost soothing, but it only reminded her how exposed she was. “Good girl. Now try to find a position that feels a little better. Move around if you need to.”

Lexie nodded shakily, the water still pouring into her. She lowered herself from all fours onto her stomach, the tiles cold and hard against her bare breasts. She drew her knees up toward her right side, trying to curl a little, but the new angle only made the pressure shift and the cramps bite harder. A low whimper escaped her as another wave rolled through her guts.

Then she tried curling into a tight fetal position, arms wrapped around her knees, face pressed against the floor. Her small ass stuck out slightly, the nozzle still firmly in place. The cramps intensified, making her shake visibly, small tremors running through her naked body as she fought to hold everything in.

None of it helped. Involuntary sounds slipped out with each new cramp, soft whimpers and gasps that echoed in the quiet kitchenette.

The crew stood around her, watching calmly. Rick leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. Dave kept the handheld camera pointed at her. Jake stayed close, occasionally reaching down to steady her hip or give her ass a light, guiding pat when she moved too much.

“Keep trying, sweetheart,” said with a soft laugh “You’ll find one that works a little better. Just breathe through it.”

Lexie uncurled herself and tried to lay on her left side again, her knee drawn almost to her chest, her naked body glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the effort. The nozzle still delivering more of the horrible soapy mixture. She shook with another strong cramp, a humiliated little sound escaping her as she realized they were all just standing there, fully dressed, casually observing her naked struggle on the kitchen floor.

The steady flow finally slowed, then stopped completely as Jake closed the valve. The enema bag hung limp and empty above her. Lexie’s belly felt painfully swollen and heavy, the thick soapy water churning and burning deep inside her guts. Every cramp had made her weaker.

She lifted her head slightly, voice small and urgent. “Can I go now? Please… I really need to go.”

Rick shook his head calmly. “Not yet, sweetheart. You need to hold it for a few minutes. Let it do its work.”

Lexie’s face whimpered in tantrum/discomfort. She pressed her forehead to the cool kitchen tiles, ass still up, trying to breathe through the relentless pressure. “But… but it’s really bad,” she argued childishly, voice muffled against the floor. “I don’t think I can hold it… it’s burning and I feel so full…”

The crew stayed quiet, ignoring her pleas as they watched her naked, squirming body on the floor. Jake reached down and gently grasped the base of the nozzle.

“No! wait!” Lexie’s head snapped up, her voice almost pleading. “Don’t pull it out yet… please… I might mess up right here if you do. I can’t hold it if you take it out…”

Jake paused, hand still on the nozzle “alright, I’ll leave it in for now. Let her hold it a little longer.”

Lexie dropped her head back to the floor, eyes squeezed shut, breathing in short, shaky bursts. Sweat beaded along her spine and across her forehead as she struggled to keep everything inside. Her naked body trembled with the effort small spasms running through her thighs and belly, her ring clenching desperately around the nozzle. Soft, humiliated whimpers slipped out with each new cramp, the soapy mixture making her guts twist and burn worse every second.

The crew simply watched, relaxed and patient, occasionally commenting quietly among themselves about how well she was holding.

After a few long, agonizing minutes, Rick finally spoke. “Alright, Cherry. You can go now.”

Jake slowly eased the nozzle out. Lexie gasped sharply as it slid free.

The second the nozzle was out she bolted scrambling up from the floor on shaky legs and rushing toward the bathroom door at the end of the hallway, completely naked, one hand instinctively pressed between her cheeks to help hold everything in. Her small belly still visibly swollen.

She reached the bathroom door and yanked on the handle.

It was locked.

A panicked little sound escaped her. She rattled the knob again, shifting desperately from foot to foot, thighs pressed tight together.

Rick walked up behind her at a normal pace, keys jingling in his hand. “Easy, sweetheart. Nobody’s used it yet today, I locked it after cleaning it last week.”

Lexie turned to him immediately, eyes wide in desperation. With an almost childishly voice “Please!… open it!… I really can’t hold it anymore!…”

Rick let her pull him the last few steps, a faint amused smile on his face as he fitted the key into the lock and turned it. The door clicked open.

Lexie didn’t wait another second. She darted inside, still gripping his hand for that brief moment before letting go and rushing toward the toilet.

She barely made it to the toilet. She spun around and dropped onto the seat, gripping the edges tightly with both hands. The moment her ass touched down, the first fat gush exploded out of her: a heavy, forceful rush of cloudy soapy water that splashed loudly into the bowl.

She let out a soft, strained growl through gritted teeth, her whole body tensing as the pressure released. The burn was intense, her ring stretching slightly with the volume. The water was thick and greyish with brownish tints from the soap and whatever it had loosened inside her. She managed to clench and stop the flow after a few seconds, breathing hard, forehead damp with sweat.

David appeared in the doorway almost immediately, handheld camera already rolling, red light steady. He stepped just inside the bathroom, framing her naked body on the toilet, small breasts rising and falling quickly, legs spread, hands still gripping the seat.

“How’s it feeling now, Cherry?” he asked casually, as if this were the most normal interview in the world. “Tell us about the enema. Was it what you expected?”

Lexie was sitting completely naked on the toilet, guts still churning, while a man filmed her and asked questions. “It… it was really full,” she answered shakily, voice tight. “And it burned a lot inside… the soap made it sting. I didn’t know it would feel like this…”

Before she could say more, the second gush hit her. Another powerful rush of soapy water surged out, louder this time, splashing heavily into the bowl. She gripped the seat harder, a soft, involuntary groan escaping her as her body pushed it out. David kept the camera on her face, then angled it down slightly to her stomach and then her crotch.

“Still burning?” he asked, voice calm. “How full did your belly feel while you were holding it?”

“It felt… horrible,” she admitted between clenched teeth, cheeks flaming. “Like… everything was cramping and twisting. I thought I was going to lose it on the floor…”

The flow slowed again. She panted, trying to catch her breath, but a third gush was already building. Dave stepped closer, camera just above her, he reached out to gently push on her shoulder blades, leaning her forward a bit so the top of her ass was visible and so was the part of the toilet bowl where she wasn’t resting. Below it, the bowl filled with her anal broth: grayish-cloudy juices and soft, broken-down remains flushed directly from the depths of the young girl’s colon.

Lexie’s face went scarlet. She felt like a specimen being examined. She thought it was over and started to straighten up, but then the fourth, weaker surge built. This one was different, mixed heavily with air. It echoed embarrassingly in the bathroom, wet and sloppy, followed by a few smaller, sputtering bursts.

Lexie froze, eyes wide with mortification. The noise was so unladylike; loud, rude, and completely out of her control, right in front of Dave and his camera. She felt her face burn hotter than ever, a deep wave of shame washing over her. This wasn’t cute or sexy; it was gross and childish.

“Oh god…” she whispered, voice tiny and humiliated, unable to look at the camera. “That was… I’m sorry…”

Dave kept recording for a few more seconds, capturing the last dribbles and focusing back on her embarrassed expression on her face, then finally lowered the camera with a small nod. “Good girl. That looked like a solid clean-out.”

Lexie sat there on the toilet, naked, breathing heavily, cheeks still blazing red from the mortifying farting sounds she had just made in front of him.

Dave lowered the camera and stepped back. “Alright, let’s have a look.”

Lexie was still sitting there naked, but they didn’t wait for her to move. She quickly stood up on shaky legs, one hand instinctively hovering near her crotch

“You might need another round to get her really clean… lighter on the soap, better safe than sorry.”

Lexie stood thinking on how bizarre this whole thing was: he was casually debating the contents of her bowels like it was a science experiment while she was forced to stand there and listen.

He turned to her. “What do you think, Cherry? Feel like you got everything out, or should we do another one to make sure you’re properly clean inside?”

She looked back quite surprised, although the talk was about her body she genuinely wasn’t expecting to have an opinion on it. “I… I think it’s clean enough,” she mumbled, voice small. “It felt like a lot came out…”

He chuckled softly. “Those fluids came from cute little Cherry’s tight ass. Who would’ve thought about it.”

Lexie’s face burned. The teasing was light but relentless, making her feel small and ridiculous standing there naked while they joked about what had just come out of her.

David straightened up. “One more quick rinse with plain warm water should do it. But for now, you’re clean enough to move on. Let’s head back to the main room.”

They led her out of the bathroom. Lexie followed on unsteady legs, still completely naked, the faint sting and emptiness in her ass a constant reminder of what had just happened. They stopped in front of the low ottoman in the center of the shooting area.

“Hands and knees on the ottoman,” Rick ordered simply. “Ass up nice and high.”

[Patcecas]

continuation

Lexie climbed onto the padded ottoman, positioning herself on all fours. The surface was firm under her palms and knees. She arched her back slightly, presenting her ass as instructed, feeling the cool air on her freshly cleaned hole.

Lexie stayed on all fours on the low ottoman, back slightly arched, completely naked. Rick held the long wooden shaft in front of her so she could see it clearly. It was smooth, polished hardwood: straight, heavy-looking, and longer than anything she had taken before. Easily eight or nine inches of insertable length and noticeable thicker as it progressed towards the handle, where by that point had the thickness of those thin redbull cans. She stared at it silently, eyes wide, thinking about how she was supposed to take that thing in her ass, specially after still being sensitive from the harsh soapy enema.

That’s… really long, she thought, a quiet wave of dread settling in her chest. They’re really going to put all of that inside me…

Rick set the shaft down on the nearby table for a moment. “Dave, get the second camera on her ass. Jake, you’re on face duty today., Make, your turn to have fun with her”

The crew moved efficiently. Dave positioned the tripod camera directly behind her, lens aimed straight at her raised ass and the tight pink ring between her cheeks. Jake adjusted the smaller handheld camera in front, framing her face in close-up so every expression would be captured. Both red lights blinked on.

David stepped up behind her. He was the one handling this part today. He gave her left ass cheek a small, firm smack not hard, but clearly a guiding warning about what it’s about to come.

“Stay nice and still for me, Cherry,” he said calmly.

Lexie tensed. Her anus was already sore and puffy from the aggressive soapy enema she had just expelled. The skin around her hole felt tender and sensitive.

Dave pressed the tapered tip of the long wooden shaft against her ring. He added a generous amount of lube, but the wood still felt firmer and less forgiving than silicone. He pushed slowly.

The moment the thick head breached her sore entrance, Lexie winced hard, her whole body recoiling forward on the ottoman. A sharp, strained sound escaped her — half gasp, half whimper. “Ah!”

The burning was immediate. Her already-irritated ring stretched around the smooth but unrelenting wood, the soreness from the soap making every inch feel more intense. Dave kept the motion controlled: slow, steady in-and-out thrusts, never forcing the entire length in at once, but the constant movement made the burn build steadily deeper inside her.

She tried to bear it. Her fingers curled against the ottoman padding. The wood felt so rigid compared to the plug or fingers it pressed and rubbed against every sensitive spot without giving. Her ass cheeks trembled slightly with the effort to stay in position.

“Nngh…” Another soft, pained sound slipped out as Dave pushed a little deeper on the next stroke. The long shaft slid in several inches, then withdrew almost to the tip before sliding back in again. She clenched involuntarily around the invading wood, which only made the stretch feel sharper.

Dave kept the rhythm steady and patient, one hand resting lightly on her hip to guide her. “Breathe through it,” he murmured. “You’re doing okay. Just let it move.”

Lexie’s breathing came quicker, small whimpers mixing with each thrust. It was a real struggle. Her body rocked gently forward with every inward push. She tried to stay still, tried to endure it like a good girl, but the burning pressure kept building, making her toes curl and her thighs shake.

In front, Jake’s camera recorded her flushed face, parted lips, and the way her eyes squeezed shut with each deeper stroke while David continued the slow, relentless in-and-out motion.

Lexie’s hands clenched into fists on the ottoman. She tried to stay up on her palms, but her arms were already shaking. A low, strained whimper slipped out of her with every thrust. “Nngh… ah!” The sound was involuntary, half-pained, half-overwhelmed. She slammed her right hand down hard against the padded surface, as if the impact could somehow help her stay upright. Her breathing came faster, short and ragged.

Slowly her elbows buckled. She dropped forward onto them, forearms flat on the ottoman, forehead hovering just above the fabric. The new angle made the shaft feel even deeper, the relentless rocking pushing against different spots inside her. Another whimper escaped, louder this time, as her upper body sank lower. Her small breasts pressed against the ottoman, nipples dragging across the fabric with each thrust. Her forehead finally touched down, pressing into the padded surface as her back bowed and her ass stayed high.

She was almost flat now: chest and shoulders down, knees still spread, ass presented high while the wooden shaft continued its steady in-and-out motion. Her hand slammed down again on the ottoman, fingers curling into the fabric as she fought not to collapse completely.

Rick watched from the side, arms crossed. “It’s not that bad, Cherry. Just relax into it. You’re tensing too much.”

The words hit her like a spark. Frustration flared up again in her mind. “Easy for you to say,” she thought, teeth clenched against another whimper. “You’re not the one with a giant wooden thing shoved up your ass that mind you, still burns from all that damn soap.” She wanted to snap back, to vent it all out, to tell them how much it actually hurt and how unfair it felt that they could stand there so casually while she was falling apart. But she swallowed it down, pressing her forehead harder into the ottoman, muffling another strained noise as David pushed a little deeper on the next stroke.

He kept thrusting at the same even pace, the smooth wood gliding in and out, the burn never letting up. He glanced down at her trembling body and spoke calmly. “You want some attention on your clit, Cherry? Might give your mind somewhere else to go.”

Lexie didn’t even hesitate. Modesty was gone, she was too overwhelmed, too desperate for any relief. She nodded frantically against the ottoman, forehead rubbing the fabric, her voice coming out shaky and urgent.

“Yes!… please, yes…”

David’s hand slid between her thighs without pause. His fingers found her clit immediately, rubbing slow, firm circles right over the sensitive little bud. The touch was warm and deliberate, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her core that cut through some of the burning sting in her ass.

David’s fingers kept working her clit in steady, firm circles, never slowing down. The pleasure was immediate and sharp, a warm, tingling rush that spread through her pelvis and tried to push back against the burning in her ass. But the pain didn’t leave. The long wooden shaft continued its relentless in-and-out rhythm behind her: smooth, thick, and unforgiving, stretching her sore, soap-irritated asshole with every thrust. The two sensations crashed together in a confusing storm: the deep, stinging burn that made her guts feel raw and overfull, mixed with the slick, building pleasure pulsing from her clit.

It felt gross. Nauseating, even. Like her body was tied and being pulled in two directions at once. The heavy wooden shaft sliding deep inside her still hurt, a constant throbbing pressure that made her want to crawl away, yet the steady rubbing on her clit made her hips twitch and her breathing hitch in ways she couldn’t control. She wanted more of the pleasure… but she also didn’t. It was too much. Too overwhelming. Too confusing.

Her body started reacting anyway. Her pussy grew wetter under Dave’s fingers, the slick sounds mixing with the wet glide of the wooden shaft in her ass. A low, broken moan slipped out of her, quickly followed by a sharp whimper of pain as another deep thrust sent fresh burning through her tender walls.

She was getting close.

Lexie’s forehead pressed harder into the ottoman, her hands clutching the fabric. Her voice came out shaky and desperate.

“Please… just a little slower…” she gasped, the words half-moan, half-plea. “It’s too much… I’m so close but the burning… please slow down a bit…”

He didn’t slow down, in fact, he was ignoring her. His fingers kept the same firm, steady rhythm on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while the wooden shaft continued its constant, rocking thrusts: in deep, then almost out, then deep again. The pace stayed exactly the same.

Lexie’s sounds turned into a messy mix. A needy moan would spill out as the pleasure spiked, only to be cut off by a pained whimper when the thick wood dragged against her sore ring. “Aah.. nngh… oh… it hurts… mmh” Her hips jerked involuntarily, caught between pushing back onto the shaft and grinding against his fingers.

The burning stayed strong and relentless, a hot, stinging throb that refused to fade, but the clit stimulation was relentless too. The pleasure kept climbing anyway, fighting through the pain, turning everything into one overwhelming, confusing wave.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Her whole body tensed suddenly. A loud, broken cry tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her, sharp, intense, and coming almost entirely from her clit. Her pussy clenched hard, thighs shaking, a the warm wetness coating Dave’s fingers. At the same moment the wooden shaft kept thrusting steadily through it all, the burning stretch still present, making the climax feel raw and conflicted. Her ass pulsed around the thick wood, the pain blending into the pleasure in a way that left her gasping and shuddering.

She came hard, forehead grinding into the ottoman, moans mixing with little pained sounds until the wave finally started to ebb, leaving her limp and trembling on all fours.

Dave’s fingers slowed but didn’t stop completely, gently stroking her oversensitive clit as the last aftershocks ran through her. The wooden shaft kept its slow, steady rhythm inside her sore ass, as if nothing had changed.

Rick finally spoke, voice calm and matter-of-fact. “That’s enough for now. It’s over.”

David gave one last slow thrust before steadily pulling the long wooden shaft out of her. Lexie felt every inch slide free, her sore, stretched ring fluttering around the retreating wood. A soft, wet sound accompanied the removal, followed by a trickle of lube and her own fluids. The sudden emptiness left her feeling raw and hollow. She stayed limp on the ottoman, chest pressed down, ass still slightly raised, arms sprawled weakly. Her breathing was heavy and uneven, small aftershocks making her thighs twitch.

The crew gathered closer, looking down at her spent body.

Dave grinned, wiping the shaft with a cloth. “So, Cherry… did you like that?”

She could only manage a weak, pitiful whine in response, the sound muffled against the ottoman fabric. It was all she had left.

Mike chuckled softly. “Aw, listen to that whine. That’s adorable.”

Rick tilted his head, amused. “Yeah, real cute. Sounded like you were enjoying yourself there at the end.”

Lexie stayed silent for a long moment, still catching her breath. Finally she mumbled, voice hoarse and tired, “I… I hated it.”

Dave laughed lightly. “Hated it, huh? Then why did you come so hard on my fingers while that big wooden thing was still moving inside you?”

She didn’t reply. Inside her head, the frustration boiled over in a silent vent. Because you wouldn’t slow down! Because it still burned and you kept going anyway! Because I was desperate for anything that might make it hurt less and now you’re making fun of me for it! The words stayed locked behind her teeth. She just pressed her forehead harder into the ottoman, too exhausted and embarrassed to argue.

After a minute, Rick and Jake helped her up. Their hands were steady on her arms and waist as they guided her into a sitting position on the edge of the ottoman. The moment her bare ass made contact with the padded surface, she felt it: a noticeable wet patch, warm and slick against her skin. Her own fluids. The moisture from her pussy during all that clit stimulation and the messy mix from her ass. She shifted slightly, the slickness spreading, and a fresh wave of quiet shame washed over her. That’s all from me… from what they just did to me.

Rick crouched slightly so he was at eye level with her. “Next up is the group spanking. Each of us gets ten strokes. We can put you in any position we want: over the knee, on all fours, whatever feels right. You good with that?”

Lexie was still dizzy, her body heavy and her mind foggy from the intense orgasm and the burn in her ass. She nodded anyway, the motion slow and tired. “Yeah… okay.”

Rick gave her a moment to steady herself on the edge of the ottoman, then nodded toward the couch. “David, you’re up first.”

Dave sat down in the middle of the couch, legs spread comfortably, and patted his thigh. “Come here, Cherry. Straddle me. You can hold on if you want.”

Lexie hesitated for half a second. Hold on to you!? She had too much resentment stored in her guts to do that. He was the one who had rubbed her clit without slowing the wooden shaft even when she begged. She didn’t want to touch him more than she had to. Still, she slid off the ottoman and moved over on unsteady legs. She climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs so her knees rested on the couch on either side of him. Her bare ass hovered just above his lap, her small breasts inches from his chest. She kept her hands on her own thighs, refusing to wrap her arms around him.

Dave didn’t wait. His right hand came down hard across her left ass cheek: a full, heavy smack that cracked loudly and made her flesh jiggle. The impact was nothing like the light, playful swats from earlier. It stung sharply, the heat blooming fast and deep.

“OW!” Lexie jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her. Before she could recover, his hand landed again on the same spot, even harder. The burn spread immediately, layering over the lingering soreness from the enema and the wooden shaft. She rocked forward on his lap from the force, her hands flying up instinctively to grip his shoulders for balance.

Dave kept going, steady and strong. Each smack landed with solid weigh, alternating cheeks, the sound echoing in the room. Her ass cheeks grew hot and pink under the assault, the skin tightening and throbbing with every impact. She clung tighter to his shoulders, drawing herself closer and closer to almost hug him without meaning to, fingers digging into his T-shirt as her body jolted with each strike. A string of soft, pained noises spilled out of her, little yelps and whimpers that she couldn’t hold back.

By the fifth smack her thighs were trembling. By the eighth she was pressing her face against his collarbone, breathing fast against his shirt. The final two landed on the undercurve of her ass, making her whole lower body flinch hard. When he finally stopped, her ass felt swollen and fiery, the heat radiating outward.

Dave gave her sore cheeks a light rub, almost soothing. “There we go. Good girl.” With sick twisted smirk, she absolutely disliked him at this point, he was annoying to say at least.

Lexie stayed straddling him for a second longer, still gripping his shoulders, face hidden against his chest while she caught her breath. She hated how much she had ended up clinging to him.

Mike was already waiting. “My turn. Same spot.”

Dave helped her off his lap. Lexie’s legs felt shaky as she stood, her ass throbbing warmly. Mike sat down in the exact same place on the couch and gestured for her.

“Wheelbarrow position,” he said simply, as if he was ordering a burger and not telling a young lady to lay naked in his lap. “Legs up.”

She blinked, unsure. Mike guided her gently but firmly; he took her wrists, pulled her forward so her upper body rested across his lap, then lifted her legs until they were straight out behind her, feet off the ground. Her torso was horizontal across his thighs, her bare ass presented high and vulnerable right in front of him, her small breasts hanging down toward the floor. The position felt ridiculously exposing: her whole lower half lifted and spread, completely at his mercy, theres no intimacy on this, everything was not only exposed, but also centimeters from him. No hide, no escape.

Dave’s hand roamed freely first. He ran his palm over her already-pink cheeks, squeezing lightly, tracing the curve of her lower cheeks and upper thighs, then sliding his fingers down to brush the sensitive skin just behind her still-tender butthole. The touch was slow and deliberate, almost appreciative, making her squirm in humiliation. She felt every fingertip, every slight press, while she hung there helplessly in the wheelbarrow hold.

Then the spanking started.

His hand came down hard, not quite as brutal as Dave’s (thank god), but still strong enough to make her jolt. The first smack landed squarely on her right cheek, the sound crisp and loud. She yelped, her legs kicking slightly in the air. He didn’t rush; he took his time, letting each impact sink in before the next. The wheelbarrow position made every smack feel more intense, her ass was stretched and lifted, no way to clench or shift away. Each strike sent a jolt through her whole body, her face pouting trying to beat every loud crack.

Mike counted calmly between smacks, his free hand still resting on the back of her thigh to keep her steady. The spanks were firm and methodical, covering every inch of her already-sore ass until the skin glowed a deeper pink. The humiliation was worse than she expected; being held like this, legs up and spread, ass completely offered while he spanked her like a naughty child. She bit her lip hard, trying not to make too much noise, but small whimpers still escaped with every heavy smack.

When Dave finally finished his ten, he gave her ass one last slow rub, fingers lingering on the warm, stinging flesh. “Good job holding position.”

Lexie hung there for a moment longer, breathing fast, her ass throbbing and her face burning with embarrassment at how exposed and helpless she had felt in the wheelbarrow hold.

Jake was next. The youngest of the four stepped forward with a small, almost boyish smile. “Your turn with me, Cherry. Over my knee, please.”

Lexie hesitated only a second before obeying. She draped herself across Jake’s lap on the couch, her stomach pressing down against his thighs, her sore, pink ass raised high. The position felt somehow humiliating in a more psychological level, even after Mike and Dave, she remembers how he threatened at the beginning of her enema, he said that if she doesn’t behave she’ll be taking her enema over his knee like a naughty kid, and she obeyed him, trying to not be seen like a bratty kid, just for some hours later, finding herself over his knee anyway.

The moment when her body settled, she felt it: the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against her stomach through his jeans. It was warm and firm, unmistakable. A wave of disgust rolled through her… but right behind it came a strange, embarrassed little thrill. She was doing that to him. Her naked body, her reactions, the way she had moaned and come earlier, it had made him hard. The thought made her cheeks burn hotter as she lay there, her bare ass already beaten, waiting.

Jake’s hand started relatively gently compared to the others. The first few smacks were strong but almost playful, solid, rhythmic slaps that made her cheeks jiggle and sting, but without the brutal force of Mike’s or Dave’s. Each impact still landed with enough weight to make her gasp softly, the heat building steadily on her already-tender skin. Surprisingly, after the earlier intensity, it almost felt… nice. The warmth spread in a different way, less punishing and more like a steady, tingling burn that made her squirm in his lap.

Jake kept the pace light and consistent, ten strokes total, alternating cheeks, it felt a little playful, childish even, as if she was naughty child and he was punishing her.

He occasionally letting his palm linger for a second to rub the sting in. “That’s it… nice and easy,” he murmured once, sounding genuinely pleased with how she was taking it.

When he finished his ten, he gently guided her up off his lap, one hand steady on her waist to help her balance. “Good girl,” he said softly, giving her hip a light pat before handing her off to Rick.

Rick was already seated in the same spot. He patted his thigh. “Come on, Cherry. Over my knee again.”

She moved into position for the second time, draping herself across Rick’s lap. His thighs felt broader and more solid than Jake’s. The moment she settled, she noticed the difference: his hand was noticeably larger, the palm wider and heavier. The first smack landed and she jolted, a sharp “Ah!” escaping her. It stung more than Jake’s had, the impact deeper and broader, covering more of her already-pink cheek in one go. Still, it wasn’t as punishing as Mike’s or Dave’s earlier turns. The rhythm was steady and controlled, each strong smack building the heat higher without breaking her completely, even though it did hurt still.

Lexie whimpered softly with every strike, her body rocking slightly over his lap. The larger hand made the spanks feel heavier, the sting radiating further across her ass and upper thighs. By the eighth smack her breathing was ragged again, small pained sounds mixing with the occasional involuntary squirm.

When Rick delivered the final tenth stroke, he rested his big hand on her glowing ass, letting the heat sink in. “Stay right there,” he said calmly. “There’s a second surprise for you.”

Lexie lay still across his lap, ass throbbing warmly, chest pressed to his thigh.

Only a few seconds passed before she felt it: the smooth, thick tip of the long wooden shaft sliding between her cheeks again, pressing lightly against her used ass.

She tensed immediately, eyes wide, her whole body going rigid. “Wait!…”

Rick chuckled low, one hand still resting possessively on her spanked ass. “Relax, sweetheart. This time we’re going to do it the proper way.”

The wooden shaft nudged forward, the tapered tip already starting to breach her tender ring once more.

Without warning, he pushed.

The long shaft slid forward in one slow, relentless thrust. Lexie’s eyes flew wide as the first few inches stretched her sore ring. Then more. And more. The rigid wood kept going deeper than anything had before: past the point where the plug or fingers had stopped, past where she thought anything could reach. Inch after inch sank into her, the thick girth forcing her walls open wide, the smooth surface gliding slickly on the leftover lube and her own mess.

When the full eight inches bottomed out, the thick base finally pressed flush against her cheeks, she let out a sharp, broken cry, half surprise, half raw pain. “Ah!!”

Her mind spiraled instantly. How is that possible? How is something that long actually inside me? It’s too deep… it’s way too deep… I can feel it in my stomach!…

Rick held it there for a long second, letting her feel every inch buried to the hilt. The pressure was overwhelming: a heavy, invasive fullness that made her guts shift and rearrange around the unyielding wood. It felt repulsive, almost nauseating, like her body was being claimed in the most private, gross way possible. Yet there was something else under the burn: a strange, deep throb every time the tip pressed against that spot far inside her.

Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, just to rammed it home again.

The second full thrust made her cry out louder, her whole body jolting over his lap. The shaft bottomed out with a wet, heavy slap of wood against flesh, the thick head punching deep and rearranging her insides once more. Lexie’s fingers clawed at the couch cushion, a filthy, overwhelmed moan tearing from her throat as the deep pressure hit that strange spot again: a weird, intense bloom of sensation that wasn’t quite pain and wasn’t quite pleasure, but made her toes curl and her pussy clench hard.

Rick found his rhythm. He withdrew slowly, letting her feel the long drag of the wood along her sensitive walls, then drove it back in with a firm, deliberate thrust that bottomed out every single time. The burn from the enema was still there, raw and stinging, but now it was mixed with the heavy, invasive stretch of eight full inches of smooth hardwood sliding in and out of her most private hole.

“Nngh… ah! fuck…” Her sounds were messy and broken, a mix of pained whimpers and involuntary moans. It felt gross, so deep and filthy, like her body wasn’t meant to take something that far inside, yet her pussy was dripping steadily onto his thigh from the overwhelming stimulation.

Lexie gasped, voice breaking on the words. “It’s way too deep… please, not so far”. She tried to crawl forward, hands scrambling on the couch cushions, her body instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming fullness. Rick’s strong hand immediately pressed down on her lower back, pinning her in place over his lap.

“Stay right there,” he said calmly, almost gently, but with no room for argument. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He thrust again, harder this time, the full eight inches slamming home until the base kissed her cheeks. Lexie cried out sharply, the sound raw and overwhelmed. He didn’t pull back right away. Instead, he twisted the shaft slowly inside her, grinding the thick head against that strange, deep spot far inside her guts.

The pressure changed instantly. It became heavier, more intense, a weird, blooming sensation that made her eyes roll back and her thighs shake. Every twist sent a fresh wave through her it wasn’t pain, neither fully pleasure, but something overwhelming that made her clench hard around the invading wood.

Rick started rocking again, pulling out just a few inches before driving back in deep, twisting at the bottom of every thrust. The motion was deliberate and filthy: the long shaft rearranging her insides, pressing and rubbing that sensitive deep spot over and over. Lexie’s cheeks clenched and quivered visibly around the base of the shaft with each bottoming stroke. Her body was betraying her; her pussy was dripping steadily onto his thigh, her hips twitching despite the burn.

“It burns… aaah… it burns so much… please…” she moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. Her sounds were a messy, filthy mix, sharp cries when he bottomed out, low guttural whimpers when he twisted, broken moans when the pressure on that horribly delicious spot built higher. “Ah, nngh, oh god, it’s too much!”

The orgasm started building anyway. It felt confusing and wrong. The deep, invasive pressure from the wooden shaft was hitting something inside her that made her whole lower belly tighten and flutter. The burning stretch from the enema and the relentless thrusting was still there, raw and stinging, but the constant grinding on that deep spot turned it into something else: a heavy, coiling heat that grew stronger with every twist and thrust.

She tried to fight it, but her body wouldn’t listen. Her ass clenched rhythmically around the thick wood, her pussy throbbed, and her moans turned higher and more desperate. The pressure kept building, deeper and more intense than anything she had ever felt.

Rick twisted the shaft again, grinding firmly against that spot while he held it fully buried. “There it is,” he murmured, voice low. “Feel that?”

Lexie’s eyes squeezed shut. The sensation exploded.

She screamed; loud, raw, broken cry that echoed in the room as the orgasm hit her like a wave. It came from deep inside her ass, triggered by the relentless pressure on that strange spot. Her whole body convulsed over Rick’s lap, her ass clamping down hard around the thick wooden shaft, her pussy gushing wet spurts onto his thigh. The climax was explosive and overwhelming, her legs kicking weakly, her toes curling tight as wave after wave crashed through her. Her mind went blank and light-headed, the intense pleasure mixing with the deep burn until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

When it finally started to fade, she was left limp and trembling, completely spent, draped bonelessly over Rick’s lap. Her breathing was ragged, her ass still twitching around the thick shaft that remained buried deep inside her.

Rick gave her spanked ass a slow, approving rub. “Good girl. That was beautiful. You came hard from your ass taking every inch.”

He left the long wooden shaft fully seated inside her, the base pressed flush against her cheeks, and simply rested his hand on her lower back while she lay there limp and dazed, still impaled over his knee.

Rick’s hand rested heavily on her lower back, warm and possessive, as he let her recover. After a long minute, Lexie weakly shifted. She needed it out. The long wooden shaft was still buried to the hilt inside her, thick and heavy, keeping her stretched open even after the climax.

With a soft, exhausted whimper, she strained. It was humiliating work. She had to bear down, pushing like she was trying to expel something natural, her face burning with shame as her body worked to force the thick intruder out.

Slowly, inch by inch, the long shaft began to slide free. The smooth wood dragged along her sensitive, abused walls, making her whimper and shudder with every bit that emerged. Her ring stretched wide again around the thickest part, quivering as the heavy toy finally slipped past the sore entrance.

With a wet, heavy plop, the entire eight-inch wooden shaft fell onto the floor between Rick’s feet, landing with an obscene, slick sound. A thick trickle of lube and her own fluids leaked out of her gaping, twitching hole, running down her thigh and dripping onto the couch.

Rick let out a low, approving chuckle. “There we go. Good girl, Cherry. You took every inch and came so nicely from it. That was quite the show.”

He glanced over at Dave, still grinning. “See? That’s how you use the dildo on her. None of that gentle shit. Get it all the way in, twist it right on that spot, and she’ll milk it like a pro. Look at the mess she made.”

Mike laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, she really opened up for it. Cute little thing came hard with her ass full.”

Lexie stayed draped limply over Rick’s lap, face buried against the cushion, too exhausted and humiliated to respond. Her mind was still floating in that hazy, post-orgasm fog, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in: she had been subjected to a strong, burning enema, fucked in the ass with a wooden shaft while a man stimulated her pussy, spanked, impaled again with the same long wooden shaft, and brought to a screaming orgasm from deep inside her ass… and now the torture device was lying on the floor, slick with her own juices, while the men casually joked about how well she had taken it.

Her sore, gaping hole continued to twitch and leak slowly, the deep ache and strange emptiness mixing with the lingering afterglow as she tried to catch her breath.

Rick gave her a moment longer to recover, then gently helped her sit upright on the couch. Lexie’s legs felt weak as she settled onto the cushions, completely naked, her sore, pink ass pressing against the fabric. The wooden shaft still lay on the floor where it had fallen, slick and glistening. She sat with her knees pressed together, hands resting limply in her lap, small breasts rising and falling with each slow breath.

Dave kept the main camera rolling for one last segment.

“Alright, Cherry,” Rick said, sitting beside her on the couch. “Quick wrap-up interview before we call it. How are you feeling after all that?”

Lexie stared at the floor for a second, her mind still foggy and her body buzzing with leftover sensations. Her ass throbbed warmly from the spanking and the deep thrusting, and she could still feel the strange, deep ache where the wooden shaft had bottomed out inside her. “I… I don’t know,” she answered honestly, voice soft and a little hoarse. “It was really intense. The enema burned a lot, and the wooden thing… it went so deep. I didn’t think I could take all of it.”

Rick nodded, keeping his tone encouraging. “You took it beautifully though. That orgasm at the end… that was something else. How did it feel when you came from your ass like that?”

Her cheeks flushed darker. The memory made her stomach twist, pleasure and shame mixing together. “It felt… confusing. It hurt at first, but then it started feeling really strong deep inside. I didn’t expect to… you know… finish like that.”

Jake leaned against the arm of the couch, smiling. “You sounded like you really enjoyed it by the end. Any favorite part of the session?”

Lexie shook her head slowly, still trying to process everything. “I think Dave’s fingers felt pretty good. The spanking hurt, the enema was gross, and the wooden thing… it felt like it was rearranging everything inside me.”

Mike kept the camera steady, capturing her flushed face and naked body as she answered. The questions continued for another minute: how her ass felt now, whether she thought she could take even more next time, what she would tell her future self about today. Lexie answered quietly, her responses short and dazed, her mixed feelings clear in every hesitant word: exhaustion, embarrassment, a strange sense of accomplishment, and the lingering confusion that she had actually come so hard from something that hurt so much.

Finally, Rick gave Dave a nod. “That’s a wrap.”

Mike clicked the camera off. The red light went dark.The four men broke into light applause, not loud or mocking, just genuine clapping for a job well done.

“Good work today, Cherry,” Rick said with a nod. Jake stepped closer, looking at her with a slightly concerned but friendly expression. “You okay? That was pretty intense toward the end.”

Lexie sat there; slouched, naked on the couch, her ass still throbbing, her mind still foggy from the orgasm. She gave a small, tired shrug. “I guess…”

Jake smiled gently and picked up a slice of cold pizza from the box they had left on the table earlier. “Here, eat something. You did great. If you want to rest for a bit, there’s a small resting room in the back. Feel free to hang out there until you’re ready to head home.”

Epilogue: change of ideas

No one offered her any clothes. No robe, no towel, nothing to cover herself with. Lexie took the pizza slice with shaky fingers, still sitting completely bare on the couch while the men casually packed up some of the lighter equipment around her.

She took a small bite of the pizza, the taste barely registering, while the crew continued their easy, post-shoot chatter around her.

Rick rubbed her lower back “Shower’s yours if you want it, sweetheart. Take your time”

She nodded and without further ado, she stood up (still slightly hunched due her exhaustion) and walked towards the small bathroom. Hand between her asscheeks and her fingertips lightly touching her irritated rim.

When she stepped in the shower, she let the warm water run over her naked body for a long time, washing away all the fluids that were sticking to her body and (specially) between her asscheeks. After that she stayed under the spray for an extra moment as her mind slowly came back online.

When she finally stepped out of the shower (still naked because of the rules) everything was already packed and looked decent again, three of the guys were sitting on the table of the kitchenette (Dave, Mike and Jake) she decided to join them on the remaining seat, no longer caring about being modest, after everything she went through today, she had no decency left.

Jake decided to talk to her, very casually “So, Lexie, have you thought about going to community college at some point? Or Youre taking an alternative route in your life?”

Lexie shrugged, a small casual smile on her lips “I don’t know, maybe. My parents keep bringing it up… but I don’t know what I’d even study” Jake empathetically smiled back “You still very young Lexie, I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Dave added “in the meantime, we can enjoy of your company, sweetheart” said with a chuckle, the other two laughed too, she blushed and giggled awkwardly.

Dave asked “Private life treating you okay? Boyfriend? Friends? Do you keep this side of your life secret?.” Lexie shook her head “No, no boyfriend, and nobody knows about this. My parents think im doing regular modeling, catalog stuff”

The conversation flowed naturally, taking about weekend plans, how did they met each other, they talked about a former model who was very hard and moody to work with, they often spanked her particularly harder as payback. Her nudity became strangely normal in the environment, almost like as if was just a random background.

Rick finally walked back in from the other room, holding a thick envelope. He tossed it lightly onto the table in front of her. "Payment for the other day. Count it." Lexie picked up the envelope with slightly shaky fingers and opened it. Her eyes widened. It was a lot: three thousand two hundred dollars in crisp bills. More than she had ever held at once. Her mouth went dry.

Rick watched her reaction with a small smile. "First video did way better than we expected. This is the base plus a success bonus. And this second one is definitely going to hit too. You're a natural talent, Lexie… or should I say Cherry?." Said with a smile

She stared at the money, thumbing through the stack. Three thousand two hundred dollars. For one day. Her mind raced. She had been planning to tell him she might not come back for the next shoot: the soreness, the humiliation, the way her body had betrayed her today… but the thick wad of cash in her hands made the words die in her throat. This was life-changing money for an 18-year-old with no other skills. A new phone, cute clothes, new vanity stuff, car fuel, freedom from her parents' gentle pressure. She could buy herself time.

She closed the envelope without saying anything about quitting. "Thank you," she said quietly, voice still a little hoarse. Rick nodded. "You earned it. See you next week?" She stay silent for a second, then nodded. "Yeah... see you next week." The crew smiled and nodded as she said this. She finally went to get dressed. She pulled on her clothes slowly: bra, tank top, low-rise jeans, sneakers, feeling the fabric against her still-sensitive skin. When she was ready, she grabbed her purse and the money envelope. "Bye, guys. Thanks again."

They waved her off casually. "See you next week, Lexie." She walked out to her Civic, the soreness in her ass flaring with every step. She slid carefully into the driver's seat, wincing, then started the engine. The money envelope sat heavy in her purse on the passenger seat.

As she drove away from the strip condo unit, the late afternoon sun warming the car, she let out a long, tired breath.

She turned the radio up a little and kept driving home, the soreness a constant, private reminder of what she had just done... and what she had already agreed to do again next week.