The Lemurian Institute Pt. 03

When she'd begged to be spanked, one of the girls had cleaned the oil off her buttocks with a damp cloth. She'd pushed her bottom out as the girl spread her cheeks, checking her anal cleft for any stray irritant. The girl had wiped Tessa's anus, just to be sure.

"We'll do the spanking down in the nursery," Melissa had decided, and Tessa was led down, sniffling and moaning, to a large basement room, carpeted in bright colors and converted into bright 'care station for wayward students.'

The walls were painted in bright, pastel colors and life-sized stickers of cartoon animal characters Tessa didn't recognize had been put up. The characters looked blushing, chagrined, or penitent. Some of them sucked pacifiers or were drawn in diapers. It wasn't entirely unlike the actual human occupants of the room.

There were several subjects who were being "cared for." Some seemed like recalcitrant sorority girls who were being punished. Others--including a couple of boys--seemed like non-members, like herself, who were mostly recovering from some other humiliating punishment. Melissa led her quickly to a leather horse and she draped herself over it.

"Here," said Melissa, "This will smart! Should feel good on that itchy bottom!"

The smooth plexiglass paddle smarted intensely! It didn't feel good! Tessa yowled with the first stroke that sent her buttocks quivering. The sharp smarting burn was just starting to crest when the next one landed. Tessa gripped the spanking horse and cried out in time with each awful smack. It did a good job of muffling the horrid itch the irritant oil had caused, but when the sorority girls got her off the horse and onto a low cushioned pallet, she moaned. She clutched a stuffed animal--a dinosaur--one of the girls handed her--as the other lifted her legs and rubbed some actual medicated lotion onto her bottom. Melissa made her drink from a bottle with a straw in it, and then held a bright pink rubber pacifier in front of her lips.

"Open, hon," coaxed the girl. Tessa could only muster a miserable angry stare.

"I'll tell your boy you're misbehaving," smirked Melissa.

Tessa opened her mouth and the girl inserted it. She laughed lightly and patted Tessa on the head.

"Good girl--now, keep your legs open, clit in the air--no thighs rubbing or anything!"

This got a wail of embarrassment from Tessa, which seemed to satisfy Melissa. She fitted two soft cuffs on Tessa's wrists. These were connected to the stuffed animal. If she brought the large thing down towards her sex, it would be obvious. She flopped back, whimpering around the pacifier.

"Good girl," Melissa said again, smiling. "Now, you've had a day--just lay back and try to rest. Like I said, make sure your wet little pussy is visible, okay?"

A pause. Tessa nodded, hating it--but not daring to stand up to her. She WAS tired. She shifted on the bed, made herself spread her thighs. THERE!? She thought. GET A GOOD LOOK!

She looked about the room. The bright colors and pre-school-style decorations added to the humiliation of the boys and girls being "looked after." She saw a kindergarten "Alphabet" set of colorful cartoon letters around a board with the sister's shift schedule listed. She could see two girls--a little Asian girl, who looked beyond mortified, and a taller, heavier American girl scissoring on a set of gymnastic mats as a couple of 'trainer' girls looked on and gave orders reinforced with sharp snaps from crops.

The girls were being made to rub their sexes against each other, legs intertwined, vulvas rubbing. Little welts blossomed where the instructors gave their buttocks or thighs a quick snap. Both girls seemed to be bathed in humiliation and were sniffling as they tried to 'get the technique right.'

A boy on all fours on a padded table was having a lubricated anal 'trainer' inserted. He was gasping and shuddering as the girls worked it in. He was fully shaved and thickly erect. The girl was working his anus open. The anal dilator had a hollow tube through it so that enemas could be admitted. His bottom was bright pink from a hand-spanking--and the girl was being careful not to go too fast.

He cried out and bucked, drawing another few spanks before he settled down and grunted, trying his best to take the thing.

She vaguely knew she should be appalled--beyond horrified at what she was seeing--but while she was broiling with humiliation, she was fascinated by the boy's struggles and her own sex clenched when the girl 'praised' the boy by giving his cock a gentle rub along its length.

He gasped and quietly begged her--possibly to 'finish him' but she didn't. Clearly amused--even charmed, she spanked him a few times and then gave him a hug, tousled his hair. His cock dripped.

As fascinated as she was--and she was terribly fascinated--and as horrified as she was to be one of the "subjects" here, sent to be disciplined, sucking on the awful pacifier, she found herself drifting some. She clutched the stuffed animal and felt herself unwind. The medicated lotion on her bottom was doing a good job of cutting down on the awful itch. Her eyes flickered.

WHAT WAS THAT!? She opened her eyes--not snapping them open but, by some instinct, letting them open slightly--and then a little more. She held her focus just a little off--like when she looked at those magic eye pictures that Ethan could never see.

There was something--no--some THINGS--in the room. She could see them--pale white squids? Or--octopuses? Something like that. They were about a foot and a half of fat body with what looked like an angular shell and big, luminous eyes. Their bodies lay along the small of the back and up the spine of the girls--both the sisters carrying out the 'care' and those being punished.

Their tentacles--many of them--wrapped down around buttocks and between thighs. The tentacles seemed to go through clothing as though it weren't there. She could tell that they were stuck, as though with suction cups, to vulvas, buttocks, taints, labias, and, in some cases, cocks, scrotums and thighs. In almost every case, a thick tentacle penetrated into the subject's anus and she could see--sort of see--a bulging lump from the thing's body move slowly down, making its way to the anus to force its way inside.

She shifted very, very slightly--as though any movement on her part would startle the things. Something was wrong: when she looked, she couldn't see them. No, they were only there when no one was moving at all. It was as though she was seeing individual 'frames' of reality plucked out. When the full movie was playing--most of the time--they were invisible--but with regular beats, there were 'freeze frames' where the room was full of the things, each of them parasitically attached to each human host!

She swallowed. She could spit the pacifier out and scream--but while it didn't feel like she'd get in trouble "just for being scared," she was certain that under examination the things would be imperceptible, maybe even to her. Evan had always considered her smart--and while she didn't often think of herself that way, she found herself remembering the times he'd praised her for deft thinking or good perceptions!

She sniffed and, without moving her head, just tried to observe. She didn't want to alert the things--but she could see some... effects... of them. Yes: everyone in the room seemed to waddle slightly, as though the thick tentacle that ran through pants like they weren't there could be felt penetrating the anus of their hosts.

She continued to watch. Yes: the monitor girls did seem uncomfortable. She caught some scratching back there--the scratching seemed to land on the tentacles without recognize it. It didn't seem to help with the discomfort. The wards were heavily policed from being able to scratch or otherwise comfort themselves down there--but it seemed to be a lot worse for the naked subjects being punished.

Her first thought was that she was dreaming--but she knew it was hard to read things in dreams and she was able to read a lot of things around the room. Hallucinating? Some strange reaction to the itching oil or the medication? No, she didn't think so. She didn't feel like she was suffering any kind of adverse reaction. She was well aware of Evan's theory that something was warping the way people in the area were behaving--maybe because of the Lemurian thing.

It wasn't sure how that could be working here--but she was certain this was what was happening. Somehow.

She watched a girl--one of the punishes--sobbing as she placed one foot on a stool and turned her knee out to open herself up to a punisher girl who was scolding her while lightly, rhythmically slapping her vagina with a slipper. It made pops slaps, seemingly loud for the light punishment applied--but the girl squirmed in pain and humiliation, hands on her head.

In the freeze-frame pause, she saw the lump in the anal tentacle--the size of an apple! About half way down to its eventual destination. The spanking girl, dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt, was happily and enthusiastically chiding her subject while thap-thap-thap-thap-thap!

Her parasite had a lump just starting out from the small of her back--and it was smaller. Maybe the size of a small egg: More than Tessa would want to take in her narrow rear channel--but not nearly as huge as the bulge the girl getting her pussy slippered was due.

Would she feel it? Tessa wasn't sure. It was easy not to think so: no one seemed to feel the things clinging to their backs, wrapping their regions, invading their anuses--but she had seen more than one "staff girl" hurry out of the room and, even more notably, a number of punishees abjectly begging to be taken to the toilets. There was also more than one girl being punished fro trying to scratch herself back there.

Freeze-Frame. The huge bulge was nearly touching the girl's buttocks.

It was then that Tessa felt a sudden, and unexpected--if not overpowering--itch in her rectum. She gave a little gasp of surprise and squirmed. She moved her feet apart and the sudden discomfort subsided. She clutched the stuffed dinosaur. Because it was kind of large and her hands were cuffed to it, she couldn't easily see her region without moving--but the suddenly horrible realization struck her that while she might be seeing everyone with one of the things attached, she hadn't considered that SHE might have one.

There was a faint tickle back there. It wasn't enough to make her laugh or even cry out--but it was a sudden horrible little 'goose' on her anus and she shifted and spread her legs wider. It seemed like that might somehow help--and it did. But the sudden sense of pressure in her anus told her that--that--something was going inside. She gasped and arched her back. A sudden horrible wave of urgency and she bore down. It was quick and she didn't soil herself--but the discomfort continued to shift and climb.

Now she did move the stuffed animal, sitting up slightly: her bare thighs, her wet sex--her nakedness. She didn't see anything.

Freeze-frame. Her region was wrapped in pale tentacles. When she moved, they weren't there--but she could feel her rectum complaining. She did need to go to the bathroom. Asking these girls was going to be awful, but she NEEDED to.

The thought of those things being attached to her was terrifying. The feeling of her anus being violated was awful. The sense that whatever those... bulges... were... (eggs) was going to be deposited into her rear was revolting. The now present dirty-feeling itch on her anus was dreadful.

She squirmed on the thin mattress, trying to dislodge the thing (which she could neither see nor feel most of the time) and all that happened was the nasty itch and the frightening urgency in her bottom increased.

She rolled on her stomach--maybe it didn't like her trying to scrape it off!? She breathed hard, face down into the pillow. She had moistened it with tears and while she wasn't sobbing right now, she was sniffling. She spread her legs--and then, on another hunch, bent her knees. An awful display of her naked bottom to the room--but yes! It seemed the thing liked that. She was less uncomfortable now... although the itch was persistent and unpleasant.

She bit her lower lip. What now--would it leave her alone? That didn't sound likely. She heard a terrible shriek from the girl getting the pussy spanking. She didn't have to see her to know what had happened: the huge bulge, whatever it was (an egg) had finally entered her.

The girl spanking her sex was rushing her to the humiliating squat toilets they had set up for those being punished to use. She pushed her head into the pillow. She felt a rise in the intensity of the niggling itch. Ugh! Oh--Ew!! She raised her hips experimentally, it subsided. The thing liked her hips up, her knees spread.She bit hard on the stupid pacifier. After a few moments, another faint increase in the discomfort.

UGH! What did this awful thing want!? She arched her back. It liked that. She looked like she was "in heat", thrusting her ass and sex out at the room. She gave a soft moan into the pillow. She kept herself pointed up--and out--beckoning anyone who wanted to take advantage of her. She desperately wanted to cover up--but she didn't want to provoke the thing. Would it--would it leave her alone if she held this horrid position?

A--a stroke along her labia. It felt like a finger gently drawing along her labia. It wasn't masturbating her--but she actually had to turn her head to try and see if someone was stroking her. The room was still like it had been with sobs and gasps and moans--but no, no one was back there.

Stroke--a definite feeling of being pet back there. Ugh--but it was far better than the other far more unpleasant sensations the thing could cause. She buried her face in the stuffed dinosaur and kept her aft lifted and open. It was awful--but the stroking sensations were devine.

POW! She'd been dosing when someone gave her a sound slap on her buttocks. She let out a teary yelp!

"This one looks like she's ready to be well fucked," said a girl's voice above her. It had a British accent. She bit down on her instinct to roll over and cover up. The hand patted her buttock where it had been slapped, and rubbed it gently. She could feel the sense of the tentacles holding her, even though she was certain they couldn't be seen by anyone--not really.

"Is your dirty little cunt eager to be fucked?" The British girl asked her. Ohh! She blushed--but a slight twitch of the tentacle and the feel of its sucker on her clit and urethra ready to give a painful snap made her nod her head vigorously. OH! This was AWFUL! She burned with humiliation when the girl burst out laughing!

Her hands gripped the stuffed animal and her cheeks broiled with blush. The British girl squatted down, her hand gently stroking the spanked buttock. The tentacles relaxed on her clit and added to the stroking.

She could still hear the girl who had taken the huge lump, whatever it was (an EGG!), into her anus wailing. Whatever it had done, minutes later, she was still bawling inconsolably in the arms of the girls.

"This is her?" the British girl asked.

"That's her--her boyfriend has been notified. He'll be here soon."

The girl touched Tessa's hair and turned her face to look up. Tessa felt the tentacle on her clit apply the suction again. If it 'plucked' her there, she would doubtless wail and pee uncontrollably. She got the message and looked meekly up at the girl. The girl smiled at her.

Ohh--this squid thing was HORRIBLE--but it could punish her unbearably so she was resigned to being a 'good girl.'

The British girl hadn't taken her hand off Tessa's buttocks. The rubbing was invasive--but felt good. The tentacle gently caressing her clit actually felt wonderful. The girl removed the pacifier, and placed it, holding it in pace, in her vagina. Oh--UGH! The British girl smirked.

"It'll go back in your mouth in a sec," she promised. "But for now, I'm going to take you upstairs. Are you going to be a good, submissive little cunt?"

Oh--Ahh! Her face was blazing. She nodded though. A very faint twitch in her bowels convinced her the parasite was listening.

"Good," said the girl. "I am Mistress Gwen--and you are Ninx Tessa!" She smiled--at the word Ninx, Tessa felt a little snap on her G-spot inside her vagina and a quick, awful sense of uncontrol in her bowels. Nothing happed, thankfully and the feeling of discomfort in her anus was replaced with a surge of stroking pleasure!

She let out a tiny moan.

"Do you know what a Ninx is?" Ms. Gwen asked gently. Again there was a sudden quiver in her bottom--a sense of being spread back there and then a humiliatingly pleasurable sense on her anus! She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

Ms. Gwen looked charmed. "I'll explain upstairs," she said. "I'm going to take you up. Does Tessa-Ninx want a robe to cover herself?"

She did, desperately--but the parasite was attentive and was prepared to snap or pleasure her swollen clit. She shook her head.

"No, mistress," she whimpered. "M-may I crawl?" Gwen smirked and undid the cuffs holding her hands to the stuffed animal.

Crawling naked to the bedroom was something Ethan had made her do once and she had despised it! Now, her offer was met with a terribly pleasurable stroke of her needy clit.

Gwenn was, again, thrilled. "Yes, my wet little Tessa-Ninx can crawl naked up to my chambers! Keep your cunt up so mistress can see it!" She removed the pacifier and, humiliatingly put it to Tessa's lips. She unhappily took it. The smell and taste of her pussy wasn't per se bad--but the thought of it having been in her vagina was squirm inducing.

The parasite loved this though--and she crawled, holding her bottom up and feeling it explore, pleasurably, inside her anus.Mistress Gwen followed her up the stairs, giving her directions. It was awful, even though they passed very few sorority girls and when Gwen gave her directions on where to go. The sense of the thing's approving strokes was both awful and pleasant. She dearly didn't want to upset it so she kept herself disgustingly presented. Although she didn't like being alone with Gwen, she was vastly relieved when the girl shut the door to her bedroom. Gwen looked down at Tessa.

"You can relax," she said, more gently. "Let me get a towel down on the bed and you can climb up." She went in a closet and put a fluffy towel down. Tessa obediently climbed on and lay back. The parasite didn't punish her for getting on--and when she experimentally lay normally, legs not tightly closed but out straight-ish, it stirred but didn't chastise her.

She experimentally spread her legs apart, butterfly-opening her knees. It liked that and massaged her in her vaginal channel. Ugh--but she lay open, looking up at Gwen. She knew her look was 'hungry'--she was, and had been, desperately aroused for a good long time. Even the spanking had been a kind of 'relief' to her need.

Gwen examined her, seeming to like what she saw and she unhooked her skirt and took it down. She wore a green chastity belt with something tentacled engraved over the plate covering her sex! It had loops of the smooth metal around her hips and upper thighs, connecting behind her back. A smooth arc of metal ran from the lower end of her vulva through her anal cleft. To Tessa the adhering belt seemed to be an uncompromising barrier between Gwen and her sex!

"Yeah," said Gwen moving to sit on the bed. "If I could get it off I'd probably be the slut you are!" She grinned ruefully at that. She laid a hand carelessly on Tessa's lower stomach. "When your boyfriend arrives, will he be pleased you were punished?"

Ugh. She nodded. "Yes, mistress."

She laughed, lightly. "Will he want you punished worse?"

Oh, double-ugh. "Yes, mistress. Probably."