preparing Tami -- front

The men behind Tami took one last look at the dildo planted deeply in her butt, then moved around to the front and sat down in the theater seats. All eyes now focused on Tami’s pussy, the lips open between her widely-spread legs, her ankles splayed out and cuffed to the posts way out to each side.  Brendo knelt in front of her with another little dildo, covered with gel.

       “To make room for the frontal insertion we will withdraw most of the rectal dildo,” McMasters said.  Mr. Zipkin, taking Brendo’s place behind the console, turned the dial and the dildo in Tami’s rear started to withdraw.  Once again, she felt like she was taking a shit as it slipped out of her.  But not all the way!  Mr. Zipkin had left an inch inside, keeping her anal ring stretched.  It felt to Tami as if she was about to expel a big turd but couldn’t quite do it.  This was a very uncomfortable feeling.  She found herself trying to push the thing out, but there was no fighting the sturdy metal rod that kept it in place.

      As Brendo adjusted the little front spotlights on the floor, McMasters went up to the girl’s side and pointed with his finger.  “Note, of course, a typical, well-developed female vulva.  As Brendo spreads the labia, note the engorged and well-developed clitoris.  I’ll adjust the camera so everyone can see this on the monitor.” He then hopped back off the stage.

       Actually everyone could see Tami’s pussy lips, in sharp relief in the harsh light, just fine.  The only thing that adusting the camera did was afford Tami herself the view of her stretched-open pussy on the big TV monitor that was facing her.  She glanced at it quickly and that was enough. It only served to remind her of her shame.  She went back to looking at a spot on the floor just to one side of Brendo’s greasy black hair.  She suppressed the urge to squirm as his clammy hands parted her inner pussy lips and the little dildo was slowly inserted.  Behind, her anal muscles still fought with the nearly-expelled rear dildo.

       At least this new insertion wasn’t so bad as with the dildo in her butt. Having something in her pussy was more natural.  And being able to see what was going on put her mind at ease somewhat.  Still, feeling the dildo go almost all the way in, then feeling Brendo accidentally rub her clit and then gently thrust the dildo in and out, forced Tami into a state of arousal that she did not welcome.

       Of course, McMasters was quick to point this out.  “Note the flush of arousal on Miss Smithers’s face, responding quite naturally to the stimulation.” Then, as if to increase the dramatic effect, he held up a large box.  “Now, the specially designed stimulator dildo for the vagina.” With the slowness of a magician poking around in his hat for a rabbit, McMasters put his hand in the box and rummaged.  He went up to the stage and then, suddenly, pulled it out right in Tami’s face so that she could not help flinching.  Brightly lit under the spolights, this Godzilla dildo looked even bigger than it actually was, glowing light brown, with the collapsible white ridges along the top, which reminded her of Godzilla’s back and looked as big as the teeth of a shark.

       Tami was sure that McMasters was presenting it this way to shock her.  As for the audience, having individually examined his invention beforehand and hearing his exhaustive explanation of its features, they took this presentation as a matter of course.  Slowly, as if performing a sacred rite, McMasters fitted it onto the metal rod that Mr. Zipkin gave him and screwed the assembly into the hidden cam under the floor of the stage.  Brendo took the little dildo out of the girl’s pussy and got out of the way. As Mr. Zipkin turned the dial, Godzilla, now glistening with the gel from the tiny holes, inched closer to the naked teenager’s little spread pussy, looking far too large for it.

       “Ohhhh .  .  . ”  She could not help moaning, as the Godzilla dildo spread open her lower lips and nudged inside and the ridges rubbed her clit with hard slow flicks as they disappeared into her one by one.  She swallowed and looked up at the wall, at a point somewhere over Henry Ross’s head, as if praying to God to deliver her from this ordeal.  “Ohhh .  .  . ”  Her eyes were opened wide and some drops of sweat appeared on her forehead.  Her pussy lips were stretched wide, wide, wider . . .Dimly she was aware of Henry Ross’s sadistic leer and she tried to look higher up, away from his gaze.

       “Note the obvious signs of arousal,” McMasters said.  “Because there is no sphincter to negotiate, we can insert this dildo pretty much all at once. This dildo, by the way, might appear much larger than the average penis, but that is only an illusion caused by the design.  It is actually only slightly larger than average.  Miss Smithers is sexually experienced and it should be no problem for her to accommodate it.”

       He looked down at the dial that Mr. Zipkin was adjusting.  “We are now at five inches.  A couple of inches more.” He looked up and everyone watched closely as Tami continued to moan.  Then as the flicks continued she emitted a much harsher, lower moan.  “Uhhhh .  .  .” In an attempt to stifle the moan, she clenched her teeth, which resulted only in changing her vocalization into an unearthly gasp, almost a choking sound.  “Kchh . . .  zhh.  .  .  kcchh .  .  .  ” Her eyes widened and the strain of holding in her voice caused veins to stand out on her neck.  The audience could easily see all of this in the bright spotlights.

       “Apparently Miss Smithers is now sensing the ridges on her G-spot inside,” McMasters said.  “Maybe we can refocus the camera,” he said, moving over, “so that it’s on her face to detect the signs of this more intense arousal.” Out of the corner of her eye Tami could see the big image of her contorted face on the TV screen.  She shut her eyes to block it out.

       “Let’s proceed further.  I see we are now at six inches.”

       As a few more ridges disappeared into the naked girl, McMasters continued to lecture dispassionately.  “Unlike with the rectal dildo, this dildo can only go in so far.  At some point it will meet the fornix, or the end of the vagina.  Again, through much practice the vagina can be expanded, but that is not our goal here.  We will simply make contact with the fornix and push a bit more, achieving the maximum possible stability. Mr. Zipkin, where are we at now?”

       “Seven point three inches,” his assistant said, studying the dial.

       “Note again the MRI screen,” he said, turning and pointing to the screen. “You can see here the fornix, it looks like we’re almost there.  “ Fortunately in her state of mind Tami did not think to look.  “The piston rod is equipped with a pressure sensor which causes it to stop automatically when it encounters a certain amount of resistance, consistent with a moderate stretching of the vagina.  In other words,” he repeated, “we will meet the fornix, then push a little more, and that will be it.”

       “Eight point one inches,” Mr. Zipkin reported.  The naked girl’s brow furrowed as if in excruciating agony.  Actually it was the assault of excruciating shame, and the strain of holding in the expression of her mounting arousal.  And the stress of having this huge thing plowing so deeply into her.  She felt totally stuffed as the back of her pussy was stretched, and it made the rear dildo’s stretching of her anal ring more acute and uncomfortable.

       The hum of the machinery beneath the rod stopped.  “We’ve reached the limit,” Mr. Zipkin said.  “Nine point two inches.”

       “Very good,” McMasters said.  “Now, we begin.”  He gave a little signal and Mr. Zipkin pushed a button.  From under the stage came a weird soft whirring sound, a little like a blender.  The Godzilla dildo started to withdraw and the rear dildo slowly began pushing back in.