Tami faces her inquisitors

Speaking in a slightly louder voice, recognizing that it was necessary to do so, Comstock said, “Can you describe what it is about this, uh, outfit that stimulates you?  Be specific and itemize, please.”

       Tami felt the wave about to crest, and with a grunt held it down.  “Uh! W - what?”

       “Please describe the features of your outfit, Miss Smithers,” Comstock said.  Though Tami could not notice it, Mrs. Lowell and Mr. Latimer seemed a little irritated by Comstock’s insistence.  Meanwhile, Ross reached into his jacket and turned the knob further.  The buzzing increased.

       BZZZ -- ZZZ -- ZZZ --

       Deep in the shell of her mind Tami knew that she had no choice but to recite the list.  “Th - th - there’s b - bristles th - that .  .  .  ssstim .  .  .  stimulate my .  .  .  n - nipples .  .  .  Ohhh!  God!” Tami bent over, then with a forced lurch straightened herself out again.  This was the end, now.  She had forced the wave down twice but knew she couldn’t again.  She felt about to go over the waterfall and was going to have to complete her answer while suffering through an orgasm.

       BZZZ -- ZZZ -- ZZZ --

       Her eyes went out of focus, staring dully at her questioners as the first spasms began.  “Oh!  G - god!” Her pelvis heaved forward as she spoke, or tried to.  “A dil - do .  .  .  oh! .  .  .  in my .  .  .  oh! oh!  God!” She spasmed and spasmed, barely able to keep standing, spitting out the grunts and words as she tried to keep her head up.  “Ohhh .  .  . my v - vagina .  .  .  ohhh!” The spasms began to die down as she began to catch her breath.  “Oooo .  .  .  and .  .  .  another dildo .  .  .  oh . . .  in my .  .  . ”  Her face burned red, especially, at having to say this.  “In my .  .  .  b - butt .  .  . ”

       The Reverend was astonished.  “Child, you mean to say as you are speaking to us now there is .  .  .  something .  .  .  in your rectum??”

       Tami, standing straight again in the aftermath of orgasm, face flushed, sweating all over, said, “Y - yes, sir.”  She closed her eyes, realizing the magnitude of shame she had just experienced, which shamed her all over again just thinking about it.

       Bzzz -- zzz -- zzz --

       Mr. Ratigan, leering like a teenage boy in a dream where he gets to speak to a real live naked lady, said, “And this is O.K. with you?  You aren’t ashamed?”

       Shaking her head slowly, eyes downcast, Tami said, “No.”

       Mr. Noyes pounded home the point.  “And going to class today, like that, was O.K. with you?”

       Tami had signed the agreement, she had declared that modesty was alien to her beliefs, she couldn’t give lie to it now.  Not so close to the finish line.  She looked up at the big man.  Remembering his confrontation with her when she was standing shivering outside her house during Christmas break, she willed herself to look at him with determination.  “This is O.K. I don’t believe in modesty.”  Once again, very hard for this innocent, modest girl to say.

       Bzzz -- zzz -- zzz --

       With a quick chill running through her legs Tami realized the feeling of another orgasm beginning its career deep within her.

       “Miss Smithers, this, uh, device, didn’t affect your schoolwork today?” Comstock asked.

       Her face still burned red from knowledge of the shame of what she had been through.  To those at the table who didn’t know any better it looked like a post-orgasmic flush.  The nearly naked girl took a deep breath and answered, “N - no.”

       “Well let’s see,” Noyes said, holding some notes in front of him.  “Your advanced calculus teacher, Professor Hinton, said you answered one question in class today, and that correctly.  Do you remember what the class today was about?”

       Shutting her eyes, realizing the next orgasm was arriving far too soon, Tami said, “Th - third level integrals.  Ohhh .  .  . ”

       “And your class in anthropology, what was being discussed?”

       “Tchk.  .  .  Khh .  .  .  “ Tami tried to smother her arousal, a hopeless effort, but one she did automatically.  To freely give in to orgasm was unthinkable.  As a result her attempts at uttering each syllable sounded like someone choking.  “Khh -- Crete.  Ssss .  .  .  civilizzzation of Crete.  Ancient .  .  .  c - crete.  .  .  “ She half-remembered a weird dream of flunking a test because she couldn’t answer questions while in the throes of orgasm.  .  .

       Several heads at the table nodded to themselves, impressed.  Then the Dean spoke up.  “Miss Smithers, that counter on the, uh, lower part of the apparatus, it says ‘20’.  What does that mean?”

       “OH!” Tami doubled over, then clumsily spread her legs, her bare feet slapping on the wood floor, using her inner muscles in a vain attempt to expel the horrible vibrating intruders in her pussy and ass.  Her legs and whole body quivered like a leaf shaking in the wind.  She breathed through clenched teeth.  “Zhhh .  .  .  zhhh .  .  . ”  She caught her breath and, unable to look up, said, “It means .  .  .  I’ve .  .  .  c - c - come .  . .  twenty .  .  .

       “TIMES!!” she shouted, shooting bolt upright, startling most of her questioners, her eyes bugged out in fear, fright, and the crisis of impending orgasm.  Her damp hair shot back.  Her entire body glistened with sweat.  “Ohhh .  .  .”  She was determined to look her questioners in the eye.  She felt like this was the final test -- after this, she will have earned the right to wear clothes again and end this life of exquisite, horrible torture.

       The suffering teenager looked at each of the people in turn, her eyebrows dancing crazily.  First Noyes, then Comstock, then Mrs. Lowell -- the naked girl’s head shook and her breath was ragged -- her eyes narrowed somewhat as she felt herself going over the waterfall again -- in a flash of fevered insight, she looked the Dean right in the eye, and seeing his nervous expression knew that she was the stronger and braver of the two of them --

       Inside his jacket, Henry Ross’s hand pressed a recently activated button which turned on a feature of the retainer that had not been used thus far, a little knob which now began to protrude from the inner shaft of the vaginal dildo to press against and rub against the girl’s G-spot --

       “OH!  JESUS!!” the girl shouted hoarsely, her head jutting forward, her eyes an explosion of amazement.  Her body jerked forward again, then again, and as the spasms continued her feet slapped on the wood floor and she did a strange, frantic dance, turning this way and that as the convulsions overtook her.