Spirits of the Shaft Pt. 01: Body

Somehow, I had twisted over onto my hands and knees. Even though the thing was pushed past the taper and seated firmly inside (which felt so, so very good), it still was not enough. "Rrrrooe! Stuuuuhhh!" I screamed, still incapable of controlling my vocal cords. Finally, I grabbed Rosa's wrist and forced her hand to my back end. She got the idea and quickly pressed the jewel with her finger, and I felt the plug expand and lock itself inside me.

"Gaaahhh!" I fell forward with my face to the floor. My butt was sticking up in the air and my thighs were quivering, as an orgasm... well, I think it was an orgasm... splashed from me.

After the wave receded, it took a moment to catch my breath as Rosa gently stroked my back. Finally, I looked up with a pitiful cry, "What the fuck was that?"

I was just happy to be able to speak again...

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I cannot tell you the number, nor the variety, of fears and possible explanations about what had occurred that Rosa and I discussed for the next few hours.

I proposed that the buttplug was directly responsible for my reaction. Somehow, in a single night, it had developed within me an extreme physical dependency. How else can you explain that my chaotic reactions were solved as soon as the buttplug was locked inside of me once more? The buttplug WANTED to be inside me. Okay, so this hypothesis begins to border on the world of magic.

Rosa was a proponent of the theory that my reaction was caused by some, er... mental anomaly in my brain. I had to stifle my sense of ego. I did not want to believe that I may have been delusional. But, simple logic would suggest Rosa's hypothesis as a leading contender. After all, I was not even in contact with the buttplug when symptoms set upon me. And, also, as an extremely dyslexic person, it is not like my brain hasn't failed me before.

The only thing to do was to collect more data, which, as you can imagine, I was a little reluctant to do. Eventually, after about three hours of sitting around naked discussing what had happened, I was prepared to remove the plug once again.

Rosa unlocked the plug and I pulled it out. I had an urge to release my bowels (still pure liquid) and, meanwhile, Rosa washed and cleaned the plug... just in case... I finished my business and we stood around nervously staring at each other in the bathroom.

"Feel anything?" Rosa would say every few seconds.

"Nope... Nothing... I'm good," I'd reply.

Then, just as before, immediately, without warning, the world tilted and I was on the floor screaming incomprehensibly and convulsing randomly. Rosa grabbed the buttplug and held it away from me. "You're okay, Ana. Ride it out!" she screamed.

I continued to flail about. My one thought was to beat the living shit out of Rosa, but I couldn't even command my arm, which was obviously working hard with its associated hand to get inside my body and assuage that terrible itch, to take a swing at Rosa.

"You can do this!" Rosa screamed, still holding the buttplug up over her head.

My body was jerking about. At one point, my head hit the sink cabinet really hard -- luckily, not on a corner. Still, it wasn't until the second time my head hit the cabinet that Rosa finally relented and helped push the buttplug back in. When she locked it, I experienced the same orgasm-like feeling squeeze from me again. Only after that, was I able to form words again.

Rosa still looked at me curiously. "Are you positive you're not just fucking with me?"

Once again, I was speechless, but for a completely different reason. I reached up and touched the growing knot on my head where I had hit the cabinet. I felt tears start to form. I pushed past Rosa, out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom with the buttplug waggling inside my ass. I was crying by the time I climbed in bed and pulled the covers over my head.

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Rosa, of course, apologized and by the late afternoon we were driving to the sex shop where Rosa had bought the buttplug. Our plan was to ask the old woman for any information she might have about the buttplug. In my head, the conversation always came across as particularly awkward, but I was desperate.

Walking around made the buttplug flop inside of me, turning me on. Riding in the car, I could feel every bump in the road on the inside of my butt, thanks to the buttplug, and each bump was turning me on.

"Well... I swear this is where we were," Rosa said, looking around the intersection we were at. She found a parking spot and we walked to the store which was clearly some kind of vape shop.

"Was this a different shop last night?" Rosa asked the dude at the checkout.

"Uh... today is our soft opening," he replied, squinty-eyed and mildly confused.

"Do you sell different, uh... wares after dark?" Rosa asked.

"Wares?" the dude asked.

"Uh, yeah, like adult stuff?" Rosa asked.

"Adult stuff? You have to be twenty-one to buy some things here," the dude responded.

I was looking around at all the shelves. I didn't see any buttplugs anywhere.

"Never mind," Rosa said, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the store.

Out on the sidewalk, she called Mariana. "Hey, you know that sex shop we went to last night?... Wasn't it on the corner of Ninth and H?... Yeah, but it's a vape shop now, somehow... I'm here with Ana..."

Rosa turned and walked a few steps away from me, but I'm pretty sure I heard Mariana refer to me as Rosa's pet and she said the word 'saucy'.

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The next morning, I had to go to the bathroom. Rosa was there washing the plug as liquid poured from my back end. She studied the plug from all angles and started taking pictures of it.

"Please! Just put it back in," I begged, once I was done with my routine. "I don't want that thing to happen again."

"Just give me a second, babe, I'm trying to find a manufacturer marking, or something."

"Rosa! Please!" I begged. "Rosa!"

"Okay, okay."

We spent the morning searching the web for images of buttplugs. We went pretty deep in the results, but found nothing that looked like my most-intimate friend. Rosa even tried a reverse-image search with several of the pictures she took. Nothing.

I was resigned to the idea that I was going to have to live with the plug in my ass until we could find out more information.

Needless to say, my shifts at the pastry shop were... difficult. As I walked around delivering pastries, I could feel that thing bobbing around inside me, tickling me in all the right places. By the time I transported the pastry from the pickup table out into the dining area, I was forgetting all the information I needed to match the pastry to the waiting customer.

Harold, the cashier / order taker / professional asshole, implied that I was stoned in front of our boss.

In the evenings, Rosa and I continued our research into all things buttplugs. (You wouldn't believe what some people do with ginger. No fucking thanks!) We ordered a bunch of adult toy catalogs. The mailman was going to develop strange, but likely, entertaining theories about Rosa and I.

Every morning, Rosa had to unlock the buttplug so I could go to the bathroom, then lock me up again.

The next weekend, we drove out on the interstate to find an 'adult book store' (right next to a 'Jesus Is Watching' billboard, which... okay... there was a large selection of videos in the bookstore for him to watch, so... rock on!). We found buttplugs, but nothing remotely like mine.

The next week, Rosa's schedule changed drastically when she started working with Mariana on their new company. She was putting in long hours. I would get up with her for our little butt ritual, then she'd go off to work, and sometimes, not come home until after midnight.

I know that she felt guilty about how much time she spent away from me. I was still awake when she climbed into bed on Thursday night and we cuddled and talked.

"You do you," she said, changing the subject suddenly.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"I know how horny that the buttplug makes you -- wiggling around and all, love," she said. "And I feel guilty that I have to put in such long hours and leaving you... unsettled? ...so often."

"I'll survive. I'll make you make it up to me," I joked. "We're going to be rich, rich, rich!"

"What I'm saying is that I want you to masturbate," she said.

"Right now?" I asked, confused.

"No! I want you to masturbate every day that I'm not there to be with you."

"Okay. I will," I said. "But, I probably don't need to do it every..."

"I command you to," Rosa said.

"What?" I asked, turning to look her in the eye.

"I command you to masturbate every day at nine PM if I am not home to take care of you first," she said in her stern voice.

"Hmm," I smiled, suddenly feeling pretty horny. "You command me to, huh? What happens if I don't?" I teased.

"I will punish you," Rosa said. "Harshly."

"What if I like harsh punishments?" I asked.

"You won't like this," she said, cryptically.

"What?"

"I will withhold locking the buttplug until that thing happens," she said.

"Oh!"

Things had suddenly become serious.

"You must text me every time after you finish," Rosa explained. "And you better not lie."

Needless to say, the very next night, I sent a text at 9:07pm, while still holding a wet vibrator in my other hand. "Done!"

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On Sunday morning, we faced a new problem...

"Mariana wants me to go with her down to the Bay area to meet with some venture capitalists," Rosa said. "We need to go on Tuesday and stay overnight."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "When... when would you be back on Wednesday? In the morning?"

"We won't make it back until late Wednesday night," Rosa said.

"Oh, shit..." I said.

"Yeah... shit..." Rosa confirmed.

We sat in silence for a minute. Could I survive a day without going number two?

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a burden," I said, tears began to slip from my eyes.

"Shhh! No, Raggedy!" Rosa said. "But, I was thinking... I mean, we know that you can't unlock the buttplug. But, maybe... maybe it just needs to be someone other than you?"

I stared at Rosa for a second trying to think of alternatives. I could travel with Rosa and Mariana, of course, but that is just weird. Finally, I said. "Luna?"

"Luna," Rosa confirmed.

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I think I've mentioned Luna before. She grew up with the Mujeres Curiosas with me. She's short like me, but instead of being willowy, she is totally ripped. She was an acrobat in the Circos and did all kinds of amazing things like silks, lira, trapeze, tumbling, trampoline... She is the most graceful person I've ever known. She has the ultimate body control. She's like a cat that will always land on her feet.

Yes. Of course, we have had sex together. Many times. Yes! Of course, we have had threesomes and foursomes together. Usually, it just might kind of happen if we are hanging out. With my carny sisters, saying, "Hey, let's all have sex!" is probably equivalent to saying, "Hey, let's all play Twister!"

Actually, calling her over specifically to have sex might be a little more direct or formal than normal, but Luna loves us. She was game.

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"You want me to do what?" Luna asked, standing in her panties and bra. I had just pulled off all my clothes and bent over, presenting my ass. After she complimented my jeweled buttplug, I asked her to press the jewel with her right forefinger.

She laughed and stepped up behind me, placing one hand on my lower back. I felt her other hand slip down the smooth skin of my butt, and my buttplug pressed a little deeper inside of me for a second.

Her hand slipped off my back. Then there was a loud thump on the ground behind me. By the time I turned and looked in horror, there was the sound of tearing fabric and an inarticulate growl. Luna was flailing about on the floor, ripping at her clothes. I jumped away shrieking.

"Is she having a seizure?" I screamed.

"I don't know," Rosa said, over the sound of Luna's growls. "Help me get her up on the bed!"

"Luna!" I screamed at her, as I tried to grab a flailing arm. "Look at me!"

She had grabbed Rosa's shirt by the collar and seemed to be intent on ripping it off. Her legs were bucking wildly. Her other hand was rubbing violently at her crotch.

"I think that thing that happened to me is happening to her," I screamed. "Uncontrollable lust! What do we do?"

"I don't know? Gahhh!" screamed Rosa, as her shirt was torn from her body.

"Unlock my buttplug!" I screamed. "Stick it in her!"

These things that I was yelling were not particularly well thought out at all. We were deep in the throws of sheer chaos. Regardless, Rosa did as I said. I felt the plug unlock, then Rosa pulled it from my body. The pain caused by that sudden action sobered me to the situation a little and I heard a voice in my head say, "What the hell are you doing?" Had I just doomed myself to the seizure insanity by saving Luna?

Also, please forgive the notion that Rosa was about to install a used buttplug in Luna's bottom. For better or for worse, it didn't happen. I pushed up one of Luna's flailing legs, but as soon as Rosa had the plug near Luna's butt, there was a flash of light and a loud crack of electrical discharge.

Luna screamed in pain. She had just gotten shocked in the ass. I actually saw the arc of electricity. Rosa pulled away for a second, but, and I had no idea what she was thinking, she then tried to insert the cursed thing in Luna's butt a second time.

The results were the same. Another spark of electricity popped straight from Luna's back end and the plug. Luna screamed again, then swung her hand straight at Rosa's face. The sound of the slap probably exceeded the snap of the electrical shock.

Luna's hands are small, but not dainty at all. She has a grip of steel and her fingers and palms are thick from years of calluses. Needless to say, Rosa's head twisted to the side and her body slammed into mine knocking us both to the floor. The buttplug bounced off the bed and dropped to the floor.

As soon as I hit the floor, I felt the hunger suddenly awaken inside my butt and the itch began to radiate from deep inside. Luckily, the buttplug landed right in front of my face and I snatched it and shoved it back inside.

"Rooooouhh!" I screamed, and grabbed Rosa's hand, shoving her fingers towards my butt. Luckily, Rosa had the presence of mind to press the jewel and the plug locked back inside me forcing an orgasm-like squeeze in my crotch as I collapsed again on the floor.

"Fuck!" I screamed, as I recovered and realized that Rosa was pulling the tethered cuffs from under the foot of the mattress. I have never understood why mattresses don't come with preinstalled cuffs, but I guess some couples don't practice the art of tying their lovers in place. Regardless, with a bit of work, we got Luna restrained, spread-eagle on the bed. She was grunting and growling. Her eyes were unfocused and darting about like she was possessed.

"Eat her out!" Rosa screamed.

"What?" I said.

"It's lust!" Rosa screamed. "She needs an orgasm!"

I was willing to try anything to make Luna act in any way that might resemble a normal human, so I jumped between her legs and lowered my face to her crotch. I barely touched my tongue to her protruding clit, and her entire array of abdominal muscles seized forcing an effluence of liquid to spray down my chin and chest.

Luna screamed in ecstasy, and after cycling through a series of involuntary shudders, she still seemed to lurch about in a particularly erotically needful manner.

"Do her again," Rosa commanded.

My second servicing took a bit longer, and resulted in less effluence, but no less caterwauling. My tongue was tired after Luna's fifth orgasm. At least, it seemed that Luna was tiring as well and some of the sounds emanating from her lips were almost of a human nature.

"I need a break!" I said, flexing my jaw.

Rosa took my place between Luna's legs, as I slowly slipped to the floor in exhaustion.

I heard a pounding sound. Someone was knocking on the door of our apartment. I staggered to my feet and grabbed my bathrobe, pulling it on as I stumbled to the door. I opened it a crack. Luckily, it was just the couple next door.

The male said, "We just wanted to make sure everything is okay. There seemed to be a lot of... um... screaming and thumping." The female was standing back a little, her eyes bugged out and a hand over her mouth.

"Um... yeah..." I said, pointing back into the apartment. "Everything ith fine." My tongue was still cramping a little.

Luna's sixth orgasm must have occurred, because she screamed with a completely stereotypical volume and cadence. I glanced back into the apartment for a second.

"Yeah, we... uh... have a visitor... visiting... She's a little loud, I guess." I touched my chin and realized it was soaking wet. I noticed that the male was staring at my chest. I looked down and discovered that my robe was not only sheer, but mostly translucent when soaked.

Luna made another feral groan. The female seemed to be trying to suppress a laugh.

"She seems to be... uh... um..." I struggled to find words.

"Finally being satisfied?" the woman suggested.

"Yeah! That!" I said. "Well... I better go make sure that Rosa is doing okay too."

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Luna finally whispered some human words. "Enough!" she said. We fed her some water and she immediately settled and fell asleep.

Rosa was sitting in the lounge chair, staring towards the window, chewing thoughtfully on her thumb. I knelt on the floor and hugged one of her legs completely aware of the buttplug locked in my butt with every movement. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I guess that you will need to come with me on business trips," Rosa mumbled. "I'll need to unlock that thing for you every morning..."

"I'm sorry," I whispered again. "Just until we figure out... you know..."

"And, if we don't, then..." Rosa said. "Well..."

"I'm sorry. I feel like a burden," I said.

"No!" Rosa replied. "I'll... I swear that I'll always take care of you..."

I squeezed Rosa's leg. "I love you," I whispered.

She stood up. "I think my face is bruised from where Luna hit me. Hopefully, I'll be able to cover that up with makeup when Mariana and I..." She walked out of the room, leaving me huddled on the floor.

After a moment, Luna shuffled on the bed. "Ana? Can you untie me? I think that I want to go home."