Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Chapter Ten

Copyright © 2026 Hoyt Viper

Sophie’s voice was soft but commanding. “Ready to serve, slave?”

The escorts immediately pulled Kira upright, then guided her to the low coffee table in the center of the U of couches. They laid her on her back, legs pulled wide and knees bent so her feet rested on the table edges. Her pussy and ass were completely open and elevated, glistening under the fairy lights.

The first girl to step forward was Brooke, the tall junior who had helped escort Kira from the theater. She knelt between Kira’s spread thighs, eyes wide with nervous excitement. “I’ve never done anything like this…” she whispered, then slid two fingers slowly into Kira’s soaked pussy.

The wet, squelching sound was loud in the quiet room. Brooke’s mouth fell open in surprise. “Oh my god… she’s so warm and wet inside.” She pumped her fingers in and out a few times, then withdrew them shiny and dripping. She stared at her glistening fingers.

Next came Mia, a quiet sophomore with glasses. She looked hesitant, cheeks flushed, but stepped up anyway. She pushed one finger in slowly, then added a second, curling them upward. Kira’s hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch. Mia’s eyes widened behind her glasses. “She just clenched around me…” She kept fingering Kira for several long seconds, clearly fascinated, before pulling out.

Then Taylor, one of the guard-duty girls, moved in with more confidence. She slid three fingers straight in, stretching Kira noticeably. “Fuck, she’s taking it so easily,” Taylor muttered, pumping faster. When she finally withdrew, her hand was soaked.

Four more girls followed in quick succession — each one sliding fingers in, exploring, commenting on how wet and responsive Kira was. The scoreboard on the whiteboard began filling with single points next to their names.

Sophie finally nodded. “Time to change it up, slave.”

The escorts pulled Kira off the table and draped her over the arm of a large armchair, ass hanging off the edge. Spanks started immediately. Brooke went first, delivering five crisp smacks that made Kira’s welted cheeks jiggle. Then Mia took over, her slaps lighter but faster. Taylor stepped in next, alternating cheeks with louder cracks. Girls began changing places rapidly — Jess, then a girl named Chloe, then another named Riley — each taking turns so the spanking never stopped for long. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, mixed with the girls’ excited comments and the growing tally marks on the whiteboard.

They moved Kira again, bending her over the back of the couch, legs spread wide. More fingers explored her from behind. Brooke returned, sliding two fingers into Kira’s pussy while Taylor pushed one into her ass at the same time. The double penetration made Kira’s knees tremble.

Other girls took turns — Mia, Chloe, Riley — each adding their fingers, stretching her, commenting on how easily she opened for them. Every time a hand withdrew, the fingers were finally brought to Kira’s mouth.

“Clean them,” Sophie ordered each time.

Kira obediently sucked the slick fingers clean, tasting herself over and over while the girls watched.

Kira thought to herself while being tormented, Did I get placed in the lesbian dorm? All these girls are enjoying my holes. Or is it group anonymity? Conformity?

Next came the nipples. Sophie pointed to the bowl of hair clips on the toy table. Tessa — a striking red-haired girl from Chatswin, a suburb just outside New York — stepped forward with an evil little smile curling her lips. She selected two strong metal clips, eyes locked on Kira’s tight pink nipples. Tessa clamped the first one on slowly, letting the teeth bite down. Kira gasped sharply as pain flared. Tessa’s smile widened into something almost wicked; she gave the clip a deliberate twist, sending a fresh spike of pain through Kira’s breast. She did the same with the second clip, twisting it harder, watching Kira’s body jerk. The clips dangled and tugged with every breath, the pain constant and sharp.

Ropes came next. The girls tied Kira’s ankles to the legs of a chair, forcing her legs wide apart while she was bent forward over the seat. The position left her completely helpless and open.

Sophie smiled and gestured to the side table. “Time for her dinner. Start with the vegetables.”

They began with carrots and zucchinis. The girls took turns shoving them into Kira while she stayed bent and tied. One thick carrot was pushed deep into her pussy, fucked in and out until it was coated, then dropped into the large glass bowl. A zucchini followed, then two carrots at once — stretched into her pussy together, stretching her wide. Another zucchini went in her ass, followed by a carrot in her pussy at the same time. Eight vegetables in total were used — some singly, some two at once in her pussy — each one fucked until juicy and dripping, then placed in the bowl now glistening with Kira’s juices.

Then came the banana.

Lisa — a friend of Tessa’s from back home — stepped up with a grin. She peeled the thick banana slowly in front of everyone, then rubbed the curved fruit up and down Kira’s soaked slit, coating it thoroughly. She pushed it deep into Kira’s pussy, fucking her with long, steady strokes until the banana was mushy and glistening with her juices. Lisa pulled it out and held the slick fruit to Kira’s mouth.

“Eat it. All of it.”

Kira took the banana between her lips and ate every bite, tasting herself mixed with the sweet fruit.

Finally Dalia — another friend of Tessa’s — picked up a fresh carrot. She slid it slowly into Kira’s pussy first, working it in and out until it was juicy, then pressed the slick end against Kira’s asshole.

“Take it in your ass.”

The carrot slid in deep. Dalia left it buried there. “Hold it. Don’t let it fall out.”

Kira clenched hard, trying to keep the vegetable inside her ass while the girls watched and laughed. After a few minutes of teasing and light spanks, the carrot finally slipped out and dropped onto the floor with a wet sound.

Sophie pointed at it. “Pick it up and eat it. Ass to mouth.”

Kira was made to kneel, pick up the carrot with her mouth, and eat the entire thing — tasting her own pussy and ass on it while the girls clapped and added more points to the board.

The whiteboard was filling up fast. The competition was in full swing.

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Tessa stood beside the toy table, still wearing that wicked little smile, the metal hair clips dangling from her fingers. While the other girls continued marking points and exploring Kira’s bent-over body, Tessa’s mind drifted back to her own past — the one that made moments like this feel so deliciously right.

Her mom had left her dad when Tessa was only six, after a long and ugly custody battle. In the end, her father, George, won sole custody. He tried hard to be everything for his daughter. He took her to museums, bought her anything she wanted, and genuinely believed he was her best friend. Tessa let him think that. She smiled, hugged him, and played the role of the perfect daddy’s girl.

But her real best friends were her own fingers… or maybe the corner of her desk. Or the rounded arm of the living room chair.

From the time she turned thirteen, Tessa had become obsessed with masturbating. It was a daily ritual, sometimes twice a day. She would strip completely naked in her bedroom and spend long, luxurious sessions touching herself — rubbing her clit in tight, frantic circles or sliding two fingers deep inside while imagining strangers watching. She especially loved grinding herself against furniture: straddling the arm of the big leather chair when her dad was out, pressing her clit hard against the fabric and rocking her hips until she came with a shuddering moan, leaving a wet spot behind. The sharp corner of her desk was another favorite — she would stand on tiptoe and rub herself against it, hips rolling faster and faster until her legs shook.

Her favorite thrill, though, was the window. From age fourteen onward, Tessa would strip naked in front of the large picture window in their Manhattan high-rise at night. The city lights glittered behind her as she posed for anyone who might be watching from the buildings across the street. She would stand there completely exposed, hands on her breasts, fingers between her legs, sometimes pressing her tits against the cool glass. She loved knowing the pervs were out there, jerking off to her. She could often see distant silhouettes, hands moving frantically. It made her incredibly wet. She would masturbate right there in the window, fingers plunging in and out until she came hard, imagining their eyes on her. They never complained. They only watched and stroked.

Everything changed when she was sixteen. Her father found a pack of condoms hidden in her drawer. That was the final straw. He decided the city was too dangerous, too full of “sex and bad influences.” He moved the family to Chatswin, a quiet suburb just outside New York — perfectly manicured lawns, oversized McMansions, and a superficial culture filled with stereotypically blonde, preppy residents who all seemed to live the same polished, boring life.

Tessa hated it instantly. The big windows in their new house faced nothing but trees and other identical houses. There were no pervs to perform for, no thrilling risk of being seen. She felt trapped and stifled. The suburban nightmare turned her inward; she became much more of an introvert, keeping mostly to herself except for the two friends who had followed her to college from the city — Lisa and Dalia.

One evening in Chatswin, the three girls were walking Lisa’s dog at the local dog park after dark. They started playing truth or dare to pass the time. When it was Tessa’s turn, she chose dare without hesitation.

Lisa and Dalia grinned at each other. “Strip. Right here. Leave your clothes by that tree and keep walking with us.”

Tessa didn’t even hesitate. She happily peeled off every piece of clothing, folding them neatly by the tree, and continued walking the dog completely naked. The cool evening air felt electric on her skin. Lisa and Dahlia both did truths, very boring in Tessa’s eyes. Tessa was already rubbing her clit openly while walking. Being nude in the park, in front of her friends, was turning her on immensely. Lisa and Dalia noticed and burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, you’re such a freak,” Lisa teased.

“A total perv,” Dalia added, eyes wide with amusement and a hint of shock. “This is turning you on? Making you so hot you’d flick the bean in front of us?”

Tessa just smiled and chose dare again.

The girls made her masturbate right there on the grass. “Make yourself cum you bitch,” Dahlia yelled. Tessa dropped to her knees, then on to her back and spread her legs wide, and rubbed herself wildly — two fingers plunging in and out while her other hand worked her clit in fast circles. She came hard, screaming into the night, her voice echoing across the empty park. “Now go get your clothes you slut,” Lisa roared. “It’s time to go home. We can’t have you walking into my house and have my dad see you like this.”

Still breathing heavily, she jumped up and ran back to grab her clothes. But as she reached the tree, Lisa’s older brother Ryan walked by with his new girlfriend, Kimantha. They both froze, staring at the naked, flushed Tessa with her hand still between her legs.

Tessa felt a rush of embarrassment, but she simply grabbed her clothes, clutched them to her chest, and walked home naked the rest of the way, heart pounding with a strange mix of shame and thrill.

That night — and many others like it — only reinforced how competitive Tessa truly was. She loved pushing boundaries, loved the risk, loved winning the game no matter the stakes
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Now, standing in the dorm common room watching Kira bent over and dripping, Tessa felt that same competitive fire. She wasn’t sure yet whether she wanted to win the whiteboard competition and claim Kira for a full day… or secretly lose, just to experience what it felt like to be stripped and used alongside her.

Either way, she was going to enjoy playing.

Tessa stepped closer to Kira, still smiling that wicked smile, ready to add more points to her name on the board.


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Sophie stepped back from the whiteboard and tapped it sharply with her marker, drawing every eye in the room.

“Time for a leaderboard check, girls. Let’s see how we’re doing.”

The common room quieted as the eighteen girls leaned forward on the couches, drinks paused mid-sip. Sophie ran through the tallies in a clear, almost playful voice, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.

“Brooke is currently leading with 28 points — lots of fingers and solid spanks.

Jess is right behind at 24.

Taylor and Chloe are tied at 21.

Riley and a couple others are sitting comfortably in the mid-teens.

Now the bottom three…”

Sophie paused for dramatic effect, letting the silence stretch.

“Sophie — that’s me — at only 6 points. I’ve been busy running everything, so I haven’t had much chance to play yet.

Tessa… you’re at just 8 points. You’ve spent a lot of time watching and thinking instead of jumping in. I’m surprised — I thought you’d be racking them up faster.”

Tessa’s face tightened. She stared at her own name near the bottom of the board, a flash of genuine shock crossing her features. Her usual confident, wicked smirk faltered for a moment.

She had been so busy observing, savoring the sight of Kira’s humiliation, that she had barely participated. The realization that she was dangerously close to the bottom hit her harder than she expected.

Sophie continued, her tone softening slightly as she reached the last name.

“And Mia… you’re currently dead last with only 4 points.”

Mia’s face went pale behind her glasses. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her drink.

The quiet, introverted sophomore had barely done anything so far — a couple of hesitant touches and one light spank — because every time she thought about really participating, fear paralyzed her.

The thought of ending up as Toy Number Two, stripped naked and forced to serve alongside Kira in front of everyone, filled her with cold dread. She did not want that. Not at all.

Something inside Mia snapped.

Without a word, she stood up, walked straight to the side table, and grabbed two thick carrots and a large zucchini. Her movements were suddenly decisive, almost frantic. She went to Kira, still bent over and tied with legs spread, and pushed the first carrot deep into Kira’s pussy. She fucked her with firm, steady strokes, coating the vegetable thoroughly. Then she switched to the zucchini, shoving it into Kira’s ass while still working the carrot in her pussy at the same time.

Kira’s body jolted hard at the double penetration.

Inside Kira’s mind, the destruction deepened.

This is really happening. They’re turning me into nothing but holes for them to use. I’m not even a person anymore. Just a toy. A dripping, stretched-out toy. Can’t even know who is doing these things to me.
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The sorrow was overwhelming now — not the sharp, panicked kind from earlier, but a heavy, crushing grief. She had been slowly dismantled for days, and now the final pieces were falling away. There was no fight left. Only the quiet horror of knowing she would let them do anything.

Mia’s voice came out louder and more aggressive than anyone had ever heard from her:

“Feed her more dinner!”

She kept going relentlessly — grabbing another carrot and a banana, alternating between Kira’s holes. Two vegetables at once in her pussy, stretching her wide and making wet, obscene sounds. A thick zucchini back in her ass. One after another, eight vegetables in total were used — some singly, some two at a time — each one fucked until it was slimy, glistening, and dripping with Kira’s juices and the unmistakable scent of her ass.

Kira began to moan. Low at first, then louder, broken sounds escaping her throat as the relentless stretching and fullness overwhelmed her.

“Ahh… please… it’s too much…” she whimpered.

Mia didn’t stop. She dragged Kira down to her knees in front of the big glass bowl.

“Eat,” she ordered, voice shaking but determined. “All of it. From every single vegetable left in the bowl.”

Kira opened her mouth. The first slimy carrot was pushed between her lips. The taste hit her immediately — her own pussy juices mixed with the musky, earthy flavor of her ass. She choked hard, gagging as she chewed.

“No… please… I can’t…” she begged, voice cracking. “Mercy… please have mercy…”

But Mia kept feeding her. One by one, every last vegetable was forced into Kira’s mouth — all of them coated and slick. Kira’s moans turned into desperate, muffled screams around the food, her body shaking with each humiliating bite.

The other girls cheered Mia on loudly.

“Go Mia!”

“Look at her go!”

“Keep feeding her!”

Mia didn’t stop until every vegetable that had been in Kira’s holes had been at least sampled. Kira’s face – a mess of drool, vegi chunks and lube both synthetic and female. By the time she finished, the whiteboard showed her score climbing rapidly. She had rocketed from dead last all the way into the solid middle of the pack.

Panting and flushed, Mia finally stepped back and collapsed onto the couch. She sat there for a long moment, staring at her own hands, then at Kira’s cum- and ass-smeared face, then at the now-empty bowl.

A heavy sigh escaped her. Then another. Her breathing grew deeper, almost labored, as the reality of what she had just done crashed over her.

She had just forcefully fucked another girl’s holes with vegetables, stretched her wide, made her eat them ass-to-mouth, and fed her every slimy piece while the whole floor cheered. The shy, glasses-wearing Mia who barely spoke above a whisper in class had turned into someone else for those few intense minutes.

She couldn’t believe the things she had done to another girl.

A deep wave of sorrow washed over her. She felt a hollow ache in her chest — sorrow for Kira, sorrow for what she herself had become in those desperate moments, sorrow that she had enjoyed even a tiny part of it. Her hands trembled in her lap as she tried to process everything.

The competition was no longer something she could afford to watch from the sidelines.

Chapter Eleven

Copyright © 2026 Hoyt Viper

Sophie’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she picked up the length of soft rope. “Hands in front, slave.”

She tied Kira’s wrists together tightly, then looped the rope up and over her shoulders, pulling it snug so her bound hands were forced to rest helplessly at belly-button level. The clever bondage kept her arms folded in front of her torso, elbows slightly out, but left her breasts, pussy, and ass completely exposed and accessible. Kira couldn’t cover herself even if she tried.

Her small, firm breasts were pushed forward slightly by the position, nipples still hard from the earlier play and the cool air. Her ass glowed under the fairy lights. She would have liked how she looked if she wasn’t in such torment.

“Perfect,” Sophie purred, giving the leash attached to the wrist rope a gentle tug. “No interference with naughty access.”

She began the parade right there in the common room, walking Kira slowly around the U-shaped arrangement of couches. The eighteen girls watched hungrily as Kira was led past them like a show pony. Hands reached out freely — fingers tweaking her nipples, palms smacking her welted ass, a few bold girls sliding fingers between her thighs to feel how slick she still was. Kira’s body jolted with every touch, but she kept walking, blindfolded and bound, her hips swaying slightly with each forced step.

Then Sophie led her out into the long dorm hallway.

She made sure Tyler stayed firmly at the main entrance, blocking any view of the full festivities.

A few uninvited guests — curious guys and girls from other floors — had gathered near the hall entrance, craning their necks for obstructed glimpses. They caught fleeting sights of the naked, blindfolded, bound Kira being paraded past: the bounce of her breasts, the vivid red stripes on her ass, the way her bound hands rested uselessly at her belly. Whistles and low comments drifted down the hall, but Sophie kept moving.

She brought Kira into every single dorm room on the third floor for a quick but deliberate visit.
Kira couldn’t see a thing, but her other senses drank in the details. One room smelled strongly of vanilla perfume and fresh laundry — that had to be Brooke’s. Another carried a faint floral scent mixed with the smell of vanilla candles — probably Jess’s. In one room the air was thick and heavy with the unmistakable, musky aroma of vagina and days-old dirty panties scattered on the floor. Kira recognized the scent immediately and felt a fresh, hot wave of humiliation wash over her.

In another room, music was playing on loop — strange, wavering electronic sounds mixed with odd percussion. Kira recognized it at once: “Average Shelf Life,” the band Tessa was always obsessed with. She had heard the theremin-heavy tracks leaking through the walls many times. Such dumb instruments, Kira thought bitterly. Who the hell plays the theremin?

Some of the girls wandered along during the parade, following behind or popping into rooms to watch and take quick photos. Sophie made sure Kira spent just long enough in each room for everyone present to get a good look and snap evidence.

When they finally returned to the common room, Sophie announced loudly for everyone to hear:
“Now she’s been completely nude in all of your rooms. Oh, and we took a picture of her in each one. Just some extra evidence of you all being involved.”

Nervous laughter rippled through the girls, but the message landed hard — they were all complicit now.

Sophie and the escorts then moved Kira to the center coffee table. They laid her facedown across it, placed a thick pillow under her belly and hips to keep her ass raised high and comfortable for a long session, and secured her ankles and wrists to each of the four table legs with rope. She was now completely immobilized — bent over the table, ass thrust up and vulnerable, pussy and asshole perfectly presented and unable to close. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface of the table.

Sophie walked slowly over to the toy table and picked up the heavy 13.4-inch beech wood paddle. She slapped it once against her open palm — the sharp THWACK echoed through the room like a gunshot. The airflow holes made a distinctive whistling sound as the paddle cut through the air.

The girls fell silent, eyes wide with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.
Sophie smiled down at Kira’s bound, helpless form, her voice low and sweet.
“Time to really start earning those points, girls.”

The paddle hovered in the air above Kira’s upturned, welted ass, waiting for the first strike.

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Sophie stood over Kira’s bound, helpless form, the heavy 13.4-inch beech wood paddle resting in her palm. The airflow holes made it whistle softly when she gave it a practice swing. She needed points, even if she had no intention of ever letting herself fall to the bottom. She wanted to be safely in the middle of the pack.

She knew this paddle. It was the same one that Rachel had back when she was in high school. Sophie knew immediately when she saw it on Amazon. There was no mistaking it’s shape, size, weight and the holes it had. It flew through the air easily. The speed was very fast even when swung by a girl.

She had been on the receiving end of it many times during her submissive days with Rachel. At first she had hated the pain — the sharp, burning sting that made her cry and beg. But over time she had come to equate it with love, with being wanted, with the rush that followed. The harder the strokes, the wetter she became. This was the exact same paddle she had taken so many times and she almost felt the sting from oh so long ago.

Sophie looked around the room, voice steady and commanding.

“I’m taking the first round. Remember, girls — soft spanks get zero points. The harder and cleaner the stroke, the more points you earn. Bonus points for good rhythm and coverage. And keep in mind… one of you is going to feel this at the end of the night.”

She raised the paddle.

THWACK.

The first strike landed squarely across both cheeks of Kira’s upturned ass. The airflow holes made the impact sharper, the wood connecting with a loud, crisp crack. Kira’s body jerked hard against the ropes, a strangled gasp escaping her throat.

THWACK. THWACK.

Sophie delivered two more in quick succession, each one harder than the last, covering the upper and lower curves of Kira’s ass. The red welts from rehearsal darkened instantly into a deeper, uniform crimson. Sophie knew exactly how to swing — wrist snap, follow-through, perfect angle. She had taken enough of these to know precisely how much they hurt.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Three more strokes, alternating sides, building a steady rhythm. Kira’s ass was already turning a bright, angry red. She bit her lip hard, trying desperately to hold back any screams, but soft, broken whimpers slipped out with every impact. Tears leaked from beneath the blindfold and ran down her cheeks.

Sophie stepped back after ten solid strokes, breathing a little heavier, cheeks flushed. Her own pussy had grown wet just from delivering them — the old association still strong. She looked at the scoreboard and nodded with satisfaction as points appeared next to her name.

“Your turn, girls. Don’t hold back.”

The line formed quickly.

Brooke went first. She was strong and enthusiastic, landing six hard strokes that made Kira’s ass ripple with each impact. Kira’s whimpers grew louder, but she still refused to scream.
Jess followed, her spanks lighter but faster, peppering the already-red cheeks with quick, stinging blows. Kira’s breathing turned ragged.

Taylor took her turn with more force, focusing on the sensitive sit-spot where ass met thigh. Each crack made Kira’s legs tremble against the ropes.

Chloe, usually quiet, surprised everyone by putting real power behind her swings. Five heavy strokes left Kira gasping and crying openly now, tears streaming freely.

Riley went next, alternating cheeks with steady, punishing rhythm. Kira’s ass was fully crimson by the time she finished.

Mia stepped up last among the early group. She looked nervous, paddle shaking slightly in her hands. She delivered one single, hesitant smack — barely hard enough to count — then quickly handed the paddle off and retreated to the couch, cheeks burning with embarrassment and relief.

Tessa went last.

She had been waiting, watching, building anticipation. When she finally took the paddle, her eyes gleamed with that familiar wicked hunger. She didn’t hold back at all.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Tessa laid into Kira with precision and force, covering every inch of the already blazing-red ass. The paddle whistled through the air before each impact. She targeted the lower curves, the sit-spots, even a few careful strokes across the tops of Kira’s thighs. Kira’s body jerked violently against the ropes with every strike. She tried so hard to hold back her screams — biting her lip until it bled — but the pain finally broke through.

“Ahh—! Please…!”

A raw, broken scream tore from her throat on the eighth stroke. Then another on the tenth. Tears poured down her face as Tessa continued, delivering fifteen hard, methodical strokes in total. By the time Tessa finished, Kira’s entire ass was a uniform, blazing crimson — extremely red, swollen, and aching intensely with every heartbeat. No breaks in the skin, just deep, throbbing heat that would linger for hours.

Kira was sobbing openly now, body trembling against the ropes, ass glowing like fire under the lights.

Sophie checked the board and smiled.

“Very good work, girls. The scores are moving nicely.”

Kira remained secured over the table, ass blazing, pussy still shamefully wet, breathing in shaky gasps as the competition continued around her.

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Sophie set the paddle aside and picked up the three full sets of graduated silicone anal beads. Each set had ten smooth, increasing-sized balls connected by a strong cord with a safe pull ring at the end. The largest bead on each string was noticeably thick — big enough to make any girl feel stretched and full.

She looked around the room, voice calm and instructional. “We’re moving on to the anal beads now. Each of you can do whatever you want with them — push them in slow, pull them out fast, use two sets at once, whatever feels right. Points for creativity and how well you make her feel it.”

Kira was still tied down over the table, ass blazing red and raised high on the pillow. Sophie picked up the large bottle of thick, clear lube and poured a huge, generous squirt directly onto the small of Kira’s back. The cold gel made Kira flinch and whimper softly as it pooled and began to drip slowly down the curve of her spine toward her crack.

Sophie scooped up all three sets of beads and dropped them into the puddle of lube on Kira’s back. She rolled them around deliberately, turning each string over and over until every single bead — all thirty of them — was thickly coated in shiny, slippery gel. The beads glistened obscenely under the fairy lights.

She wiped a generous amount of lube onto two fingers and moved behind Kira. She spread Kira’s red, aching cheeks with one hand and pressed the slick fingers against her tight little asshole. Kira gasped as Sophie worked one finger inside, then two, stretching and coating the inside thoroughly with slow, deliberate twists. Kira’s hole clenched around the invading fingers, already sensitive from the earlier play.

One of the girls — Chloe — raised her hand hesitantly. “Sophie… how deep do we go? Like, all the way or just a few beads?”

Sophie smiled patiently while still fingering Kira open. “As deep as you want. The bigger beads feel better when they’re all the way in. Just make sure you use plenty of lube and watch her reactions. She can take it.”

Another girl, Riley, asked, “Do we get extra points if we make her moan louder?”

“Definitely,” Sophie replied, pulling her fingers out with a wet sound. “Bonus points for intensity. The louder she gets, the better your score.”

Sophie wiped her fingers on Kira’s thigh. “Who wants to go first?”

She took the first set herself. “I’ll start easy.”

Sophie pressed the smallest bead against Kira’s lubed hole and pushed it in slowly. Only two beads slipped inside before she stopped, leaving the rest of the string dangling. Kira let out a soft, shaky moan at the new fullness.

Brooke stepped up next, eyes bright with excitement. While she worked the beads into Kira’s ass, she reached underneath and gently rubbed Kira’s clit in slow circles. “She’s even wetter now,” Brooke murmured. Kira’s hips twitched involuntarily — the combination of the fullness in her ass and the light touch on her pussy felt better than she expected. A reluctant spark of pleasure bloomed low in her belly.

The next girl — Jess — grinned and grabbed the pull ring. She pulled the entire string out in one long, steady rip. Kira’s body jerked hard and she cried out sharply as the beads popped free one after another. While Jess pushed them back in halfway, another girl slid two fingers into Kira’s pussy, fucking her slowly in time with the bead play. Kira moaned louder, the dual sensations making her head spin. It feels… good? she thought, horrified and confused. I shouldn’t like this… but the fullness in my ass is making everything feel so much more intense.

Taylor took the second set and pushed it in slowly, bead by bead, making sure Kira felt every single one stretch her wider. While she did, she kept two fingers buried in Kira’s pussy, curling them upward. “She’s clenching so hard around both,” Taylor whispered. Kira’s breathing turned ragged; the heavy, shifting fullness in her ass was starting to feel strangely pleasurable, each bead pressing against sensitive spots she didn’t even know she had.

Chloe, still nervous but determined not to fall behind, alternated the two sets — pulling one halfway out while pushing the other deeper, then switching. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room as Kira’s ass was constantly filled and emptied. One girl kept her fingers in Kira’s pussy the whole time, rubbing her clit in firm circles. Kira’s moans grew deeper and more desperate. I’m actually starting to like it… the way it fills me up… God, what’s wrong with me?

They went several full rounds, passing the three sets around the circle. All three toys were used in and out multiple times — sometimes one at a time, sometimes two together, stretching Kira’s tight hole wider with every cycle. The girls’ thoughts were a mix of arousal, guilt, and competitive drive:

Brooke: I can’t believe I’m doing this… but the way she moans when I push them deep is making me throb.

Jess: She’s so full… I feel guilty, but I don’t want to be last on the board.

Taylor: Her ass is taking everything. I’m actually getting turned on by how helpless she looks.

Mia (watching from the couch, still reeling): I can’t believe I did that with the vegetables… and now this. I’m sorry, Kira… but I can’t be Toy Number Two.

Tessa watched with dark fascination, her own competitive fire building as she waited for her turn.

Finally Sophie stepped in to finish it off. She took all three sets at once. One by one she popped every single bead deep into Kira’s ass — ten from the first set, ten from the second, ten from the third — until all thirty beads were buried inside her. Kira’s asshole clenched visibly around the three pull rings, stretched and impossibly full. The heavy, shifting fullness made Kira whimper — but the sound was no longer pure pain. A confusing thread of reluctant pleasure wove through it.

Sophie patted Kira’s blazing red ass gently.

“They all stay in for now. No chance any of them are coming out of your tight little asshole without you forcing them out or us pulling the rings. Understand?”

Kira nodded weakly, bound and overwhelmed, the heavy fullness in her ass making every tiny movement noticeable and strangely addictive.

As the girls untied her wrists and ankles from the table legs, Kira’s mind spun with one exhausted, broken thought:

What next…?

The beads shifted heavily inside her as she was helped to stand on shaky legs, the pull rings dangling between her red, aching cheeks.

Chapter Twelve

Copyright © 2026 Hoyt Viper

Sophie looked down at Kira’s bound, crimson-red ass with all thirty anal beads buried deep inside her and let out a bright, delighted laugh.

“Look at that,” she said, voice full of amusement. “Our little slave is stuffed full. Thirty beads in that tight asshole and she’s still trying so hard to keep them in.”

The escorts helped Kira stand up on shaky legs. The heavy, shifting fullness inside her ass made every movement noticeable. The beads pressed and rolled against her inner walls with each step, creating a constant, deep pressure that felt strangely… good. Kira’s breath hitched. She hated how much she was starting to like the sensation — the way the graduated sizes stretched her, the way they shifted and nudged sensitive spots she didn’t even know existed. Her pussy throbbed in response, leaking fresh wetness down her thighs.
The handlers walked her slowly around the common room so everyone could see. Kira’s asshole clenched tightly around the pull rings, trying desperately to hold everything in. The girls noticed immediately.

“Wow, look how snug they are,” one girl whispered. “Her hole is gripping the rings so hard.”

Another girl reached out and gently tugged one of the pull tabs, popping a single bead out before pushing it back in with a wet pop. Kira moaned softly, her body jolting at the sudden stretch and release. Several girls giggled and took turns testing the same thing — pulling one bead out and popping it back in, watching Kira’s tight ring flutter and clench around the intrusion.

Walking only made it worse. Every step caused the beads to shift and grind inside her anus, pressing against the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy. The constant internal pressure rubbed against her G-spot from the other side. Kira’s arousal grew against her will. Her clit throbbed, and she could feel herself getting wetter with every slow lap around the room. Why does it feel good? she thought, mortified. I’m not supposed to like having my ass stuffed like this… but it’s pressing so deep and it won’t stop moving…

The handlers were finally told to lay Kira on her back on the floor in the center of the room. They spread her legs wide — much wider than she could have managed on her own — holding her ankles firmly so her pussy and the three dangling pull rings from her ass were completely exposed to the circle of girls.

Sophie knelt between Kira’s spread thighs and poured a large pool of thick, clear lube directly onto Kira’s lower belly. The cold gel made Kira shiver. Sophie then dropped all six individual jade yoni eggs (three small, three medium, three large — each on its own short string) into the slippery pool and rolled them around until they were thoroughly coated and glistening.

She picked up one medium egg by its string and began rubbing the smooth, weighted stone back and forth along Kira’s slick labia, teasing her clit and entrance. Then she held both ends of the short string and quickly pulled the egg back and forth like a saw, the stone sliding rapidly over Kira’s sensitive folds. Kira moaned helplessly, hips twitching.

Sophie slid the egg deep into Kira’s pussy, then immediately ripped it out again with a wet sound and dropped it back into the lube pool.

“Now your turn, girls,” Sophie said. “Play with her however you like. Pick any size you want, put them in, pull them out, use as many as you want.”

The girls took turns, each doing something different while the others watched and commented.
Brooke went first. She chose a small egg and slowly rolled it in and out of Kira’s pussy while rubbing her clit with her thumb. “She’s so warm inside,” Brooke said softly, almost reverently. “It feels like she’s sucking it in.”

Jess was bolder. She picked a large egg and pushed it in deep, then pulled it out quickly, repeating the motion while telling Kira, “You like having your holes played with, don’t you, slave?” Kira moaned louder, the fullness in her ass and pussy combining into something dangerously pleasurable.

Taylor took her turn with a mischievous grin. She slid two eggs in at once — one small and one medium — then slowly pulled them out one by one while maintaining eye contact with Kira’s blindfolded face. “Feel that stretch? You’re so full now,” she teased. Kira’s breathing turned ragged — the dual fullness was making her head spin with unwanted pleasure.

Chloe, still nervous but determined, chose the largest egg and pushed it in as deep as it would go, then left it there while she used her fingers to tap lightly on Kira’s clit. “Look how her pussy is gripping it,” Chloe whispered to the girl next to her.

Mia, still looking guilty but determined not to fall behind, took the smallest egg and simply pushed it in and pulled it out slowly while whispering, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” under her breath. Even so, she couldn’t stop watching Kira’s pussy stretch around the smooth stone.

Tessa went last among this round. She picked three different-sized eggs and pushed them all into Kira’s pussy at once, stretching her noticeably, then slowly pulled them out one by one while maintaining eye contact with Kira’s blindfolded face. “You’re taking everything so well tonight,” she purred. “Such a greedy little slave.”

Eventually Sophie took control again. She slid all six jade yoni eggs deep into Kira’s already full pussy — six individual strings now hanging out from her stretched entrance, each with its own egg size. The weighted stones settled heavily inside her, pressing against the thin wall that separated her pussy from the thirty anal beads. The pressure was intense and overwhelming.
Sophie then picked up the included jade yoni wand. She rubbed the smooth, curved end against Kira’s swollen clit in slow circles, making Kira moan and buck against the hands holding her legs. Sophie dipped the wand inside Kira’s cunt, swirling it around to stir the eggs, then pulled it out glistening with Kira’s juices and forced it between Kira’s lips.

“Hold it in your mouth,” Sophie ordered.

Kira obediently closed her lips around the slick jade wand, tasting herself.
Now Kira lay on her back on the floor, legs held wide open: three pull-ring tabs dangling from her stretched asshole and six strings of jade eggs protruding from her pussy, with the jade wand gripped between her teeth.

She was stuffed full in both holes, blindfolded, bound at the wrists, and completely at their mercy.

Sophie looked down at her with a satisfied smile.

“Perfect. Now the real fun can begin.”

—-

Sophie looked down at Kira’s stuffed, helpless body with clear satisfaction.
“Stand up, slave. On your own. No help.”

Kira struggled to her feet, legs shaking. The heavy anal beads shifted deep inside her ass with every movement, while the six jade yoni eggs filled her pussy. Two of the eggs slipped out immediately and dropped onto the floor with soft, wet sounds.

Sophie clicked her tongue. “Tighten your pussy grip. All of them must stay in.”

Kira clenched desperately, but Sophie wasn’t satisfied. She picked up the two fallen eggs, pressed them against Kira’s entrance, and crammed them back inside with firm fingers. Then she tapped Kira’s vulva sharply several times with her palm, helping her tighten up.
“All six are in place now,” Sophie announced. “If any fall out, there will be consequences.”
She turned and beckoned Mia forward. The quiet sophomore with glasses approached hesitantly, still looking guilty from her earlier vegetable rampage.

“Even though you’re in the middle of the pack now, Mia, you’ve been the nicest to Kira tonight,” Sophie said kindly. “This is a test for you. You’re going to be the Yoni Egg Monitor.”

Sophie explained the new game clearly to the whole room:

“Kira will walk blindfolded toward Mia’s voice. She has to trust Mia completely not to let her fall or walk into anything. While she walks, she must hold in all her toys — the thirty anal beads and all six yoni eggs. Every single egg that falls out, Mia must pick up, put in Kira’s mouth to clean, then push it back into her pussy. For each egg that drops, Mia will deliver five full-power swats to Kira’s already red ass. Mia must give them everything she has. No soft swats.”

Sophie reached under Mia’s skirt, hooked her fingers into Mia’s panties, and pulled them down her legs. Mia blushed furiously but stepped out of them. Sophie held up the warm, slightly damp panties and slid them over Kira’s head like a hood, positioning the crotch directly over Kira’s nose.

Mia’s face turned bright red. “I… I wish they were fresher,” she whispered to Kira. “I’ve had them on all day. I’m so sorry…”

Sophie cut her off sharply. “Do not apologize to the slave, Mia. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Sophie gently pulled Mia a few steps away from the other girls. She bent her over facing the girls so they couldn’t see her bottom, lifted ber skirt above her bare bottom, reared back with the birchwood paddle, then delivered one quick, stinging swat to Mia’s bare ass.

“Ow!” Mia yelped, jumping forward.

“That’s the power I expect you to use on Kira,” Sophie said firmly. “If the majority of us think any of your swats are too soft, you will take that same number of swats yourself. And every swat you take will cost you one point on the leaderboard.”

Mia’s eyes widened in panic. “But… why?”

Sophie leaned in close, voice low but clear. “Because you need to step up, Mia. You have to be fully in this game. Or you’ll end up right back in last place… and you know what happens then.”

Mia swallowed hard, nodding shakily. The fear of becoming Toy Number Two was stronger than her guilt.

Sophie turned back to the room with a satisfied smile.

“Kira, start walking toward Mia’s voice. Mia, guide her. And remember — every dropped egg means five hard swats from you.”

Kira stood blindfolded, six strings of yoni eggs hanging from her pussy and three pull rings dangling from her stuffed ass, Mia’s used panties covering her nose and mouth. She took her first uncertain step forward, the heavy toys shifting inside her with every movement. Mia was more afraid for herself than she had ever been, Not only was she having to help Kira around, keep her from squirting beads out of her pussy, but there to punish her if she couldn’t. Then under the gun herself if she failed to punish enough.

The new game had begun.

—-

Sophie looked at Kira’s stuffed, trembling body with a satisfied smirk. The thirty anal beads were buried deep in her ass, and six individual jade yoni eggs now filled her pussy, their short strings hanging out like obscene decorations.

“Before we start the new game,” Sophie announced to the room, holding up one of the smooth, weighted stones, “let me explain why these little toys are so much fun. Yoni eggs are designed to strengthen and train the pelvic floor muscles. When you slide them inside, your body has to clench and hold them in place naturally. Over time they tone you, give you better control, and make every squeeze feel more intense. The weighted stones press against your inner walls with every movement, constantly stimulating you from the inside. The more you try to hold them, the more they shift and rub against all those sensitive spots. They turn walking, standing, even breathing into a full-body tease. And the best part? The longer they stay in, the wetter and more desperate you get.”

She glanced down at Kira and smiled. “For someone like our slave here, who’s never trained with them before, keeping six of them inside while walking blindfolded is going to be almost impossible. Her pussy isn’t used to gripping and holding weighted stones. Every step, every clench, every little shift will make them want to slip out. She’ll have to squeeze constantly just to keep them from falling — and the harder she squeezes, the more they’ll press and rub inside her.”

Kira clenched desperately, her inner muscles fluttering as she tried to hold the weighted stones in place. I can’t… I can’t keep them inside me, she thought, a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over her. They’re so heavy and smooth and they keep shifting every time I breathe. I’m just a toy now — a walking, dripping toy for them to play with. The constant internal pressure rubbed against her G-spot from the other side of the thin wall, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through her core. She hated how good it felt. She hated that her body was betraying her again.
Sophie picked up the two fallen eggs, pressed them firmly against Kira’s slick entrance, and crammed them back inside with two fingers, pushing them deep until they settled among the others. Then she tapped Kira’s vulva sharply several times with her open palm, helping her tighten up.

“All six are in place now,” Sophie said firmly. “If any fall out during the game, there will be consequences.”

Mia nodded shakily, her face pale with anxiety. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought, guilt twisting in her stomach like a knife. I was the nice one. The quiet one. Now I’m about to paddle her and shove eggs back inside her while everyone watches. If I mess up, I’ll be the one stripped and used next. I have to be strong… I have to.

Sophie gave Kira’s leash a light tug. “Start walking toward Mia’s voice when she calls you. Take bigger steps, bitch. And remember — Mia may suffer too if you fail.”

Mia walked out into the hallway a short distance, her voice trembling but clear as she called, “Kira… come toward me. Slowly at first.”

Kira took small, careful steps at first. The heavy anal beads shifted and rolled deep inside her ass with every movement, while the six weighted yoni eggs pressed and rubbed against her inner walls. The constant internal massage made her pussy throb unwillingly. Why does it feel good? she thought, mortified. I’m not supposed to like having my ass and pussy stuffed like this… but every step makes them move inside me and it’s pressing right where it feels best. I’m broken. I’m actually getting wetter because of it.

Sophie’s voice cracked like a whip from the common room. “Bigger steps, bitch!”

Kira tried to obey. On the next larger step, two of the yoni eggs slipped out and landed on the carpet with wet sounds.

Mia and Kira both froze.

“Get to it, you sluts,” Sophie called.

Mia hurried over, picked up the two slick eggs, and pushed them into Kira’s mouth. “Clean them,” she whispered, voice cracking with guilt. Kira sucked and licked them obediently, tasting her own juices mixed with the musky flavor from her earlier play. I’m eating my own pussy off these things… in front of everyone, Kira thought, shame burning through her.

Mia then pushed the cleaned eggs back into Kira’s pussy, forcing them deep with trembling fingers. “I’m so sorry, Kira,” she breathed, too quiet for the others to hear.

Kira was told to bend over the nearest chair. Mia picked up the heavy beech wood paddle, her hands shaking. I’m so sorry, Kira… I’m so sorry, she thought with every swing. She delivered the ten swats as hard as she could manage. Each loud THWACK made Kira cry out, but Mia’s mind was screaming silent apologies the entire time. I hate this. I hate what I’m becoming.

The girls took a quick poll and agreed eight swats were good. Two were judged too soft.

Tessa volunteered immediately for Mia’s punishment swats. “Only the swatter gets to see her ass,” Sophie reminded everyone. The other girls could only watch Mia’s face.

Tessa led Mia a few steps away, out of sight of the group. “Bend over, sweetie,” she said softly, rubbing Mia’s tiny, pale ass with gentle hands. Tessa was drooling inside her head at how cute and untouched Mia’s ass looked. She laid two good, stinging smacks down. Mia held back tears, her voice cracking as she tried to call Kira again.

They continued down the hallway. Kira took bigger steps this time. They made good speed for a while — until three more yoni eggs dropped out halfway down the hall.

Mia picked them up quickly, pushed them into Kira’s mouth to clean, then shoved them back into her pussy. Afraid she would fail the swats, Mia gave the fifteen required swats with surprising strength. Kira’s cries were not only from pain but from knowing Mia was terrified for her own ass.

At the end of the hall they turned around. One more egg fell out. Mia got it back in place quickly.

She felt so bad that all five of the next swats were voted as too soft by the watching girls.

Tessa was thrilled to administer the punishment swats. She caressed Mia’s bare ass, telling her softly, “It’ll be alright, sweetie,” while her fingers slid teasingly along Mia’s pussy and asshole.

Then she delivered five of the hardest swats any girl had given that night. Mia’s face twisted in pain, but she held back her tears.

The ordeal gave Mia a new, fierce resolve. She bent down to Kira’s pussy, shoved as many fingers as she could fit inside her, and pushed all six yoni eggs up as far as they would go.

“Let’s get this done with no more falling out,” Mia said, voice stronger now. She encouraged Kira the rest of the way down the hall. “Tighten your hole up. You can do it.”

When they finally made it back to the common room, not a single egg had dropped.

Kira stood there, blindfolded, stuffed full in both holes, Mia’s used panties still over her face, breathing hard from the effort and the constant, shifting fullness inside her.

Sophie clapped slowly, smiling.

“Well done, girls.

Sophie tapped Kira’s lower belly lightly with her fingertips, then rested her other hand on Mia’s shoulder.

“Ready for the real test?” she asked the room with a playful smile.

Without warning, Sophie made a fist and punched Kira firmly, directly into her belly button.
THUD.

A loud, wet, squelching queef burst out of Kira’s pussy as the sudden pressure forced all six yoni eggs to shoot out at once. They tumbled onto the carpet with slick, embarrassing sounds, leaving Kira’s hole gaping for a moment before it fluttered closed.

The entire room gasped in shock.

Mia’s eyes went wide behind her glasses, mouth open in disbelief. Several other girls covered their mouths or stared in stunned silence. The competitive energy momentarily froze.

Tessa and Sophie both burst into giggles.

“Whoops,” Sophie said innocently, barely hiding her grin. “Guess that was a little too firm. You know what to do, Mia. Just put them in her mouth to clean.”

Mia stood frozen for a second, then knelt down and picked up the six slick, glistening eggs one by one. She pushed each one into Kira’s mouth, forcing her to suck and lick her own juices off them while the whole floor watched. Kira’s cheeks burned with fresh humiliation as she cleaned every egg with her tongue.

While Mia worked, Sophie reached behind Kira and slowly pulled all thirty anal beads out in one long, continuous motion. The beads came out none too clean, coated in lube and the unmistakable scent of Kira’s ass. Sophie held the long, messy strings up for a moment, then deliberately draped them across Mia’s used panties that were still pulled over Kira’s face — the crotch panel right over her nose and mouth.

The musky, dirty smell hit Kira immediately. She whimpered softly behind the fabric.

Sophie looked at Mia. “You know what comes next. Thirty swats. Full power. No holding back.”

Mia’s hands shook as she picked up the heavy beech wood paddle. I’m so sorry, Kira… I’m so sorry, she thought with every swing. She delivered the thirty swats as hard as her small frame could manage. Each loud THWACK made Kira writhe and cry out in pain, her body jerking against the ropes that still held her wrists. The girls watched in tense silence, some wincing, others leaning forward with dark fascination.

When Mia finished, the girls voted. Fifteen of the swats were judged too soft.

Tessa sauntered over, eyes gleaming.

This time Sophie allowed all the girls to watch from behind Mia. Tessa led Mia to the center of the room. “You know the position, sweetie,” she said softly, rubbing Mia’s tiny, pale ass with gentle hands.

She delivered fifteen hard, nasty swats — each one landing with a sharp crack that made Mia yelp and dance on her toes.

Mia slumped to the floor afterward, breathing hard, tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

Sophie looked at Tessa with a raised eyebrow. “You enjoyed that way too much, Tessa. No points for swatting poor Mia. Drop your drawers.” You will get one swat for every swat you gave Mia up and down the hall and here.

Tessa’s face flushed, but she obeyed, pulling down her tight leggings aiming her ass to the girls knowing full well that would be required.. She wasn’t wearing panties of course so her smooth pussy and asshole was on full display. Sophie gave her one powerful swat for every swat she had given Mia. Tessa gasped and gritted her teeth through every one.

Sophie looked around the room, voice calm but serious.

“Remember, girls — this game can turn on you at any moment.”

She turned to Mia. “You can give the same amount to Tessa if you wish.”

Mia shook her head quickly, still sniffling. “No… I’m okay.”

“Your choice,” Sophie said with a shrug. Sophie tapped Tessa’s shoulder and she stood upright and raised her leggings back into place.

Sophie then pulled all the toys off Kira’s face and out of her mouth, removing Mia’s used panties and tucking them into her own pocket for later.

She forced Kira down onto her knees in the classic submissive position — back straight, knees spread, hands resting on her thighs, head slightly bowed even with the blindfold still on.
“Let’s move on,” Sophie said brightly, as if nothing unusual had happened.

The room buzzed with nervous energy and renewed anticipation. The competition was far from over.