(I apologize for the extreme delay, I had a lot of uni stuff, on the bright side, I have lots of new ideas for our poor protagonist)

Veronica’s Turn

Lexie Miller pulled her little blue Honda Civic into the familiar cracked parking lot behind the nondescript apartment building, the late afternoon sun already dipping low and casting long shadows across the asphalt. This was her fifth shoot with All Access Backdoor Productions, and the routine had started to settle into something almost normal. She no longer sat in the car for ten minutes steeling herself. She no longer triple-checked her makeup in the rearview mirror with shaking hands. She simply grabbed her small crossbody purse, locked the car, and walked straight to the door with the confidence of someone who had done this before.

The past few weeks had changed her in small but noticeable ways. After the last big payout, she’d gotten bored sitting around the house and applied for a part-time job at a local beauty salon; mostly sweeping hair, washing towels, and helping with simple manicures. It was easy, low-pressure work that let her chat with clients and feel somewhat productive, at least more productive than just an ass to be filled. Her parents were thrilled she had “two jobs now,” and the flexible hours meant she could ask the studio to push today’s shoot back to the late afternoon. Rick had agreed without issue. Money was money, and they liked how reliable she was becoming, she was the new star in All Access Backdoors with more than 20,000 copies sold, she was genuinely being a famous name in this dark niche. She tried to not think too much about it.

She slid her own key into the lock (they’d given her one after the third shoot) and stepped inside with a casual, “Hey guys,” like she was walking into a friend’s apartment rather than a fetish studio.

The main room smelled faintly of cigarettes. Jake was sorting cables, and Mike was already sipping a beer. Dave, thankfully, wasn’t around today. She let out a tiny internal sigh of relief. One less pair of rough hands to deal with.

Rick looked up from his notebook and grinned. “There’s our Cherry. Right on time. How’s the salon life treating you?”

“It’s alright,” she shrugged, already kicking off her white sneakers by the door. “The most boring part is listening to old ladies complain about their husbands. But it’s something.”

The guys chuckled. Mike raised his beer in a mock toast. “All grown up with two jobs. Proud of you, kid.”

She smiled, a little pleased by the casual praise. Without being asked, she started stripping. The routine was familiar now. Tank top off, bra unhooked and folded neatly on the locker shelf, low-rise jeans slid down her slim legs, and finally her pale pink panties with tiny white hearts. She stood completely naked in the middle of the room, the cool air brushing over her small breasts and the soft blonde patch between her thighs. There was still a flicker of self-awareness, but it wasn’t the burning mortification of the first shoot anymore. She was getting used to being the only naked person in the room.

Mike gave her a whistled low. “Damn, Cherry. That ass is looking even rounder lately. You’re looking more womanly these days”

Lexie let out a soft, embarrassed giggle and shrugged one shoulder, covering her breasts loosely with one arm out of habit. “Maybe… I don’t know.”

Rick smile and then nodded toward the back hallway. “We’re still setting up a couple things. Why don’t you go chill in the resting room for a bit? Watch TV and sleep on the couch, there’s nothing to do right now. We’ve got a special guest coming in; a woman. Girl-on-girl scene. Should be fun for you.”

Lexie’s eyebrows rose with genuine curiosity. “A woman? Like… another model?”

“Yeah, Veronica Graves. We’ve worked with her a few times over the years. She’s solid. Cool girl. You’ll like her.”

She didn’t press for more details. Instead she nodded and padded barefoot down the short hallway, her small round ass swaying gently with each step. The resting room was simple but had been upgraded: a decent-sized leather couch, a small TV, and a new mini-fridge with water bottles. She closed the door behind her and flopped onto the couch with a soft sigh, completely naked.

The leather was cool against her bare skin. She stretched out on her back, one leg dangling off the edge, and let the familiar sounds of early-2000s music videos fill the room. For a moment it felt strangely like being at home, lying around half-naked (totally, in this instance), watching TV, no one bothering her. The thought made her smile faintly.

Her hand drifted down almost mindlessly, fingertips brushing over her flat stomach and then lower, tracing the soft lips of her pussy. She wasn’t even fully horny yet, but after the last few shoots she had learned that touching herself beforehand made everything easier. It helped her loosen up back there, especially after the intense “homework” sessions with the carrot and hairbrush handle. She circled her clit lazily at first, slow and idle, eyes on the TV screen where some pop singer danced in a sparkly outfit.

The gentle stimulation felt good. Familiar. Safe. Her breathing deepened as she slipped two fingers between her folds, stroking herself with more purpose. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She spread her thighs a little wider on the couch, one hand lazily playing with a stiff nipple while the other worked between her legs. The wetness started to build, slick sounds barely audible under the TV volume. She wasn’t rushing toward orgasm, just warming herself up, getting her body ready for whatever Veronica and the guys had planned.

Her mind wandered. A woman… She wondered what Veronica would be like. Would she be gentle? Rough? Would it feel different having soft hands and a feminine touch instead of the guys’ rougher treatment? The curiosity mixed with the slow-building heat between her thighs. She pushed two fingers inside herself, then reached back with her other hand to tease her left breast, a soft little moan slipped out.

Lexie was still lazily working two fingers in and out of her slick pussy when the door to the resting room clicked open. She didn’t stop right away, her hand kept moving in slow, wet strokes as she turned her head.

Jake stepped inside carrying a small plastic tray. On it sat a clear enema bag already filled with warm water, a long flexible hose with a nozzle attached in one of the ends, a bottle of lube, and a few other supplies. He paused in the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of her naked on the couch, legs slightly spread, fingers glistening between her thighs.

“Woah, Cherry,” he said with an easy, appreciative grin. “You really are taking care of yourself already. Good girl.”

Lexie’s cheeks warmed but she smiled back, a little shy, a little proud. She didn’t pull her hand away. “Figured it was better to get loosened up before things start,” she answered softly, her voice carrying that familiar mix of embarrassment and growing confidence. “Makes everything easier later.”

Jake chuckled warmly and closed the door behind him. “Smart. You’re learning fast.”

She rolled slowly onto her stomach on the wide couch, keeping one hand underneath her body so she could keep lazily circling her clit. Her small, round ass lifted slightly as she settled, cheeks parting just enough to show the tight pink ring between them. She rested her chin on her other forearm and followed Jake with curious blue eyes as he set the tray down on the small table beside the couch.

Her gaze flicked to the enema kit. “Another one?” she asked, a hint of reluctance creeping into her tone. “I thought we only did those when it was really dirty stuff…”

Jake nodded. “We are doing some really dirty stuff today, sweetheart. Veronica likes everything nice and clean inside before she really goes to work. Plus the boys want to try some new toys. Better safe than sorry.”

Lexie let out a small sigh, still gently rubbing her clit in slow circles. She wasn’t exactly thrilled, but she had learned by now that arguing rarely changed anything. “I guess…” she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Jake moved closer to the couch and crouched down beside her. He reached out and affectionately patted her cheek, his gloved thumb brushing lightly over her flushed skin. “It’s necessary for the shots we have planned, Cherry. You know how it is. Just breathe and let it do its thing. You’ve handled worse.”

She nodded against his hand, a quiet “I guess” acceptance in her eyes. There was no real fight left in her, not when the money was this good and her body was already warming up so nicely.

Jake didn’t wait for further permission. He picked up a small, bullet-shaped glycerin pocket. “This should help lighten the load a bit before the full enema. It’s a mild laxative. In a few minutes you’ll start feeling the urge, but we’re not doing the bag right away. Just prepping you.”

Lexie watched him as he parted her ass cheeks with one hand. The suppository was dry and firm. She winced just a tiny bit when he pressed it against her pucker and pushed it inside with a single smooth finger. The intrusion was quick, the small bullet sliding deep into her rectum with almost no resistance. Still she let out a soft, slightly ridiculous little sound just half discomfort, but Jake either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He simply twisted his finger once to seat it properly, then withdrew.

He gave her left ass cheek a gentle, almost affectionate pat. “There we go. You can rest for a while. The enema won’t be for another twenty or thirty minutes. Just relax, keep yourself warm and loose if you want. Veronica should be here soon.”

Lexie stayed on her stomach, chin on her arm, ass still slightly raised as she processed the faint pressure already starting to build deep inside. The suppository felt strange, she always disliked the sensation of something going inside her ass, whether is small or big she hates it nonetheless. She nodded quietly, her fingers still idly stroking between her lips.

“Thanks, Jake…” she murmured.

He gave her one last pat on her buttcheek, almost like praising a pet, and headed for the door. “Anytime, Cherry.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lexie alone again in the resting room. The MTV video played on in the background as she lay there naked, slowly circling her clit, feeling the first subtle cramps of the laxative beginning to work while she was thinking on wat the next hours would await for her; Veronica Graves… girl on girl” she mindlessly thought, she was by no means lesbian. Sure, in her high school days she joked about kissing her best friend, but it was just jokes, now she was meant to experience way more than just kissing a girl for the first time in her life.

Lexie stayed on her stomach on the leather couch, chin resting on her folded arms, the soft glow of the TV flickering across her naked body. A Daria rerun was playing. The highs school antics felt oddly comforting, like something from her own not-so-distant past. Her right hand continued its lazy, mindless work between her thighs, two fingers slowly stroking her clit in gentle circles.

The suppository Jake had pushed into her was starting to do its job.

At first it was only a faint, warm pressure deep in her belly. She kept her breathing slow and even, hips rocking ever so slightly against her own fingers, the sensation was almost nice at the beginning: a gentle fullness that made her feel sensitive and open back there.

But around the 5 minute mark, the pressure shifted from mild to annoying.

A deeper, more insistent cramp rolled through her guts. Lexie’s fingers paused on her clit as she tensed, toes curling slightly. She tried to breathe through it, but her asshoke was already twitching involuntarily. She shifted her hips on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it only made the pressure worse.

“Ugh…” she whispered to herself, cheeks flushing with mild embarrassment even though she was alone.

She held out for another minute, fingers still idly circling her clit in a half-hearted attempt to distract herself, but the cramp intensified. Finally she lifted her head and called out toward the closed door, voice a little strained.

“Jake? Rick? Um… can someone come here for a second?”

A few moments later the door opened. Rick stepped in, eyebrows raised curiously. Heels more than willing to help on whatever the naked figure on the couch with her hand between her legs wanted.

“What’s up, Lexie?”

Lexie bit her lip, feeling awkward as she explained. “The… the suppository you guys gave me is starting to work. Like, really starting to work. I know it hasn’t been the full twenty minutes yet but… like, I really need to go. Is that okay?”

Rick studied her for a second, nodded. “Yeah, go ahead, sweetheart. No point making you suffer if it’s hitting you early. Bathroom’s free.”

She smiled with relief “Thank you” she breathed, already sliding off the couch. She padded quickly toward the door on bare feet, one hand instinctively hovering near her ass as she moved with a slight, urgent waddle. The pressure was becoming difficult to ignore.

As she hurried down the short hallway toward the bathroom, she passed the main room where Mike and Jake were talking casually. Their voices carried clearly in the quiet space.

“…yeah, Veronica’s bringing a whole bag of blueberries. What other small fruits do you think we can fit in there? Grapes? Maybe some peeled orange segments?”

Jake laughed. “Fuck if I know, but I bet that little doll can take a surprising amount. We’ll find out.”

Lexie didn’t catch every word, but she heard enough. Her steps faltered for half a second as a fresh wave of embarrassed heat rushed through her. They were already planning to stuff her with fruit.

She made it to the bathroom just in time, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The moment she sat down on the cool toilet seat, the suppository’s effects hit fully. A deep, rolling cramp made her lean forward, elbows on her knees, breathing through her mouth as the first rush of warm water and softened waste began to empty out of her.a heavy, relieving gush followed by several smaller, insistent waves. Her asshole fluttered and pushed with each cramp.

Lexie felt a little stupid: stting there completely naked, body working on its own while the crew waited just down the hall, as they imagined what they’d do to her once she was empty.

After a couple of minutes the urgency finally eased. She stayed seated a little longer, catching her breath, wiping carefully with toilet paper until she felt reasonably clean. The faint ache and emptiness in her ass reminded her that this was only preparation. The real scene was still coming.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt lighter but still flushed. She walked back toward the main lounge area where Rick, Mike, and Tony were now sitting casually. Rick was scrolling through something on an old laptop.

She stopped near them. “Um… what were you guys talking about earlier? I heard something about cherries and… fruit?”

The three men exchanged quick glances, then burst into low, amused laughter. Rick reached out from his seated position and casually patted her bare hip, his hand lingering for a second on the soft curve.

“Don’t worry about it, Cherry,” he said with an easy smile. “Everything’s going to be fine. Just go back and finish watching your cartoon. We’ll call you when Veronica gets here and we’re ready to start.”

Lexie stood there for a moment, unsatisfied with the non-answer, but too polite (and too aware of her place) to push. She gave a small nod. “Okay…”

Rick gave her hip one last affectionate pat. “Good girl. Go on.”

She padded back to the resting room, still completely naked, the faint lingering ache in her ass a constant reminder of what they had already done to prepare her. She flopped back onto the couch, the leather now warm from her body heat, and tried to focus on the Daria episode again. Her hand drifted back between her thighs almost automatically, slowly circling her clit once more as she waited, mind buzzing with nervous curiosity about what Veronica Graves would actually do to her.

She was still laying on her stomach on the leather couch, the distant sounds of the Daria episode fading into a comforting hum. Her right hand stayed tucked between her thighs, fingers resting lazily against her warm, slightly slick pussy. The suppository had done its job, leaving her feeling lighter and emptier, but the gentle self-touch had lulled her into a drowsy, half-aroused state. Her breathing slowed, eyelids growing heavier. Before she realized it, she had drifted off, just like that, completely naked, ass slightly raised, one hand still cupping her sex like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Time passed longer than expected. Veronica was running late, and the crew decided not to wait. The door clicked open again.

“Cherry… hey, wake up, sweetheart.”

Jake’s voice gently pulled her back to consciousness. Lexie blinked groggily, lifting her head from her arms. A thin strand of drool had escaped the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, still half-asleep.

“Hmm…? What time is it?” she mumbled, voice thick.

Jake crouched beside the couch, one hand resting on her bare shoulder blade. “Time for your enema, babe. Veronica’s almost here and we want you nice and clean for the scene.”

Lexie let out a soft, reluctant groan, burying her face back into her arms for a second. “I hate those…” she complained sleepily, the words muffled. “They’re so annoying and make me feel all weird inside.”

“I know,” Jake said patiently, rubbing her shoulder blade in slow circles. “But you need one. Come on, let’s get you set up.”

He guided her gently as she sat down and then slide off the couch and move onto the floor. Lexie went down on all fours without much protest, knees spreading naturally on the carpet as she arched her back slightly. Her small breasts hung beneath her, nipples brushing the floor. She felt groggy and vulnerable, still waking up, but the routine was familiar enough now that she didn’t fight it.

Jake worked efficiently. He hung the enema bag from a hook on the wall, lubed the nozzle generously, and knelt behind her. Lexie shivered as she felt the cool, slick tip press against her slightly as she loosened her pucker. She breathed out slowly as Jake pushed it inside, the smooth plastic sliding in with little resistance. Once it was seated a couple of inches deep, he opened the clamp.

The warm water began to flow.

Lexie let out a quiet sigh, feeling the steady stream fill her. It wasn’t too uncomfortable yet just the usual but still nasty growing heaviness and coldness spreading through her belly. She rested her forehead on her folded arms, eyes half-closed, trying to relax into it.

The door opened again.

A woman stepped inside: mid-twenties, pale skin, black hair with vivid red streaks, heavy eyeliner, and a casual but edgy outfit of a tight black tank top and ripped jeans. Veronica Graves. She carried a small duffel bag over one shoulder and paused in the doorway, taking in the sight with a completely unbothered expression.

Lexie’s eyes widened slightly. She was literally on all fours with a tube in her ass, warm water pumping into her, and a stranger had just walked in. She tried to act nonchalant, but her voice came out a little strained.

“Um… hello?… I’m kind of in the middle of something right now…”

The woman didn’t seem the least bit fazed.

Jake glanced over his shoulder. “Hey, Jessica Perfect timing. This is Cherry. We’re just doing a quick clean-out before we start.”

Lexie supposed that “Veronica Graves” was actually her stage name. She felt like a damn kid, they’re talking as she’s just an afterthought. She tried to gain back some dignity, cleared her throat “umm… can you wait outside for a few minutes please? This is kind of weird for me”

Veronica set her bag down and walked closer, crouching in front of Lexie so they were almost eye-level. Her attitude was surprisingly warm and bubbly, like they were meeting at a coffee shop instead of mid-enema.

“Oh sweetie, no need to be shy. I’ve seen way worse. I’m Veronica Graves… well, Jessica Thomas, Veronica Graves is actually my stage name. And you must be the famous Cherry Lolipop I’ve heard so much about.”

Lexie hesitated, then extended her right hand awkwardly from her position on all fours. Veronica took it immediately, giving it a firm but friendly shake. Then, without missing a beat, she helped Lexie rise up onto her knees the nozzle still firmly in her ass, the bag still flowing. Veronica pulled her into a full, enthusiastic hug.

It was… strangely normal. Veronica’s arms wrapped around her naked body, one hand resting lightly on Lexie’s lower back, just above her filled ass. Lexie’s small breasts pressed against Veronica’s tank top as she returned the hug, feeling the cool leather of the other woman’s belt against her stomach. The position was utterly ridiculous as the water still steadily pumping into her while she hugged a near-stranger.

“Nice to meet you, my name’s Lexie” she mumbled against Veronica’s shoulder.

Veronica pulled back but kept her hands on Lexie’s shoulders, smiling brightly. “Nice to meet too, cutie. How are you feeling? First time doing a scene with another girl?”

Lexie nodded, trying to focus on the conversation while the warm pressure continued to build in her belly. “Yeah… I’ve only worked with the guys so far.”

Veronica sat down casually on the nearby chair, crossing her legs as if this was completely ordinary. Jake stayed behind Lexie, monitoring the flow. Veronica leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, and started asking questions like they were having a normal chat.

“So where are you from originally, Cherry, I mean, Lexie?“

“Um… just outside Tampa,” Lexie answered, shifting her weight on her knees as another cramp rolled through her. “I’m eighteen… just graduated high school this summer. I’m not in college or anything. I work part-time at a beauty salon now, plus… this.”

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “A beauty salon? That’s adorable. Do you like it?”

“It’s okay… mostly sweeping and listening to people talk.” Lexie winced slightly as the bag continued filling her. “This… this pays way better though.”

Jake behind her. “She’s a natural. Takes direction well.”

Veronica glanced over at him with a playful grin. “I can see that.”

Lexie’s stayed on her knees, the tube still delivering cold water deep inside her. The conversation continued like this for several minutes: Veronica asking light, introductory questions about her life, her hobbies, whether she had a boyfriend. Lexie answered as best she could, voice occasionally tightening when a stronger cramp hit. At one point Veronica even stood up and went to talk to Jake and made small talk about nothing, her hand casually resting on Lexie’s bare ass cheek while they chatted, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“She seems like a real sweetheart,” Veronica commented at one point, giving Lexie’s ass a gentle squeeze. “I love working with newbies.”

Jake nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Cherry’s been great. Takes everything we throw at her.”

Lexie stayed quiet, part of her wanted to crawl away and hide. Another part (the part that had been training herself at home) felt a strange, nervous thrill at how casually they were treating her body.

The warm water continued to flow steadily into Lexie’s belly, creating a heavy, bloated pressure that made her shift uncomfortably on her knees. Veronica had been chatting casually for several minutes, but now she turned toward Jake with a bright, confident smile.

“Hey Jake, would you mind if I take over from here? I’d love to handle her enema myself, y’know, to get a feel for how she responds.”

Jake shrugged easily, already peeling off his gloves. “Sure thing, Jess. She’s all yours. Bag’s about halfway done. Call if you need anything.”

He gave Lexie’s shoulder one last friendly pat and left the room, closing the door behind him. Suddenly it was just the two of them.

Veronica moved behind Lexie with graceful confidence, crouching down so she could better observe the nozzle and the slight swell of the younger girl’s belly. Lexie felt incredibly exposed, naked on all fours, ass presented, warm water pumping into her while this near-stranger studied her most private area up close. She tried to stay still, but another cramp made her whimper softly and arch her back.

“Shhh, easy sweetie,” Veronica cooed, her voice sweet and almost motherly. One of her hands rested lightly on Lexie’s lower back, the other gently cupping one of her ass cheeks to steady her. “Nice and slow. Just let it fill you up. I know it’s a lot, but it’ll make everything smoother later.”

Lexie’s face burned with humiliation. The situation felt deeply degrading: this goth woman she had just met was casually holding her ass open while water flooded her insides. Yet Veronica’s tone remained so kind and reassuring that it somehow made the embarrassment worse. It wasn’t cruel. It was almost affectionate, like she was helping a nervous puppy.

When the bag finally emptied, Veronica reached down and slowly removed the nozzle. She lifted one of Lexie’s cheeks with casual familiarity, peering closely at her exposed holes.

“Oh wow,” Veronica murmured, sounding genuinely impressed in a very girl-talk way. “Your pussy lips are so pink and girlish. Really pretty. And your asshole… it’s actually cute. Tight, nice and pink, not darkened at all. You’ve got a perfect little virgin-looking hole back here. Adorable.”

Lexie blinked, completely weirded out. The compliment landed in the strangest possible context: this woman was complimenting her asshole like they were discussing nail polish colors. Who the hell says that? Lexie thought, a strange mix of mortification and reluctant flattery swirling in her head. It’s so bizarre… someone actually complimenting my… parts like that.

Veronica gave her ass a gentle pat. “Don’t worry, cutie. I might get pretty mean with you in a few hours, that’s just business. But off-camera I’m actually a big softie. You’ll see.”

Lexie swallowed. “What… what are we actually doing today?”

Veronica only grinned and helped her up onto her knees, then to her feet. “You’ll see. Come on, toilet time.”

She kept one steady hand under Lexie’s elbow as they walked. The support felt kind, but it also made Lexie felt like a pet being guided to the right place. Every step sent a soft slosh through her lower belly. She was grateful for the help and mortified by it at the same time.

In the bathroom Veronica stayed. She leaned against the counter while Lexie sat on the toilet, still naked, still flushed. The first release of water came in a long, quiet rush. Lexie kept her eyes on the floor tiles, trying to pretend this was private.

Veronica’s tone stayed conversational. “So… are you getting used to all this yet? The shoots, the prep, everything?”

The question made the moment worse. Lexie had almost convinced herself the last two sessions had settled into something she could handle. Now here she was again, voiding an enema while a near-stranger asked about her career progress. She answered vaguely between soft pushes of water.

“It’s… different every time. I’m still figuring it out.”

Veronica nodded like that made perfect sense. After a pause Lexie risked a question of her own, mostly to fill the silence. “Have you been doing this a long time?”

Veronica’s expression softened. “A few years. Started when I was around your age, actually. Thought it would just be temporary money. Turned out I was good at the mean part. Now it’s… well, it’s what I do.” She pushed off the counter. “I’ll give you a minute. Come find us when you’re empty.”

The door clicked shut. Lexie let out a long breath and finished the rest of the voiding alone, the relief physical but the embarrassment lingering like a second skin.

When she stepped back into the kitchen area the three of them: Rick, Jake, and Veronica were casually clustered around the small table, talking in low voices. Coffee cups, a half-eaten bag of chips, the usual. All of them fully dressed. Lexie stood there naked, the last traces of water and lube still making her feel slippery between the cheeks. Veronica, another girl, stood equal with the guys, clothed, chatting, completely at ease. Lexie was the only one without clothes, the only one who had just been walked to the toilet like something that needed handling. The pet. The lesser one.

Rick looked up and smiled. “All done?”

She nodded, arms loosely crossed under her breasts without quite covering anything.

Jake gestured toward the living-room set. “All clean? Cherry?”

Lexie’s stomach gave a small, nervous flip. She kept her voice polite. “Yeah… I think so.”

They lingered in the kitchen a little longer, the conversation drifting into the kind of ordinary small talk that almost made the situation feel normal. Rick asked about the traffic on the way over. Jake mentioned some new coffee place two blocks down. Veronica leaned against the counter beside Lexie, chatting about some people they knew, sports and whatnot. Lexie sat up on the counter edge, bare feet dangling, still completely naked while the rest of them stayed fully dressed. She answered when spoken to, polite and quiet, every time she shifted, the cool laminate pressed against her bare thighs and reminded her she was the only one without clothes.

Eventually Rick clapped his hands once. “Alright. Let’s get set up.”

They moved as a group into the recording room which had a wide bed, the soft gray backdrop, and the two camera stands already waiting. Jake started adjusting lights. Rick checked batteries and memory cards.

Veronica stepped behind a folding screen with a small garment bag. Lexie stood near the foot of the bed, arms loosely crossed, watching without really knowing where to put her hands.

When Veronica came back out, the change was striking. She wore a structured black Victorian-style corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up into a soft, deliberate curve. Matching lace-trimmed lingerie sat underneath, and a thin black thong disappeared between her cheeks. Dark stockings climbed her thighs. The whole look was elegant and a little severe, the exact opposite of Lexie’s bare skin. Veronica caught her eye and smiled, still warm.

“Come here, Cherry. Sit on my lap.”

Lexie hesitated. The request landed right on top of the earlier pet-like feeling, the way she’d been walked to the toilet, the way everyone else stayed clothed while she stayed naked. Sitting on another woman’s lap for the camera felt like another small step deeper into that role. She shifted her weight.

“Why… like that?”

Veronica’s voice stayed bubbly, but the firmness underneath was clear. “Because I want it like that. Come on.”

Lexie nodded after a second and crossed the short distance. Veronica settled into the wide armchair they’d positioned for the intro shot, legs slightly apart, and guided Lexie down onto her lap. Lexie ended up sideways at first, then adjusted so she was perched more fully, her bare thighs resting across Veronica’s stockinged ones. The corset was stiff against her side. Veronica’s arm settled loosely around her waist, casual and possessive at the same time. Lexie kept her hands in her own lap, trying not to look as small as she suddenly felt.

Rick gave a quiet “rolling” and the red lights on the cameras blinked on.

Veronica looked straight into the lens, her tone shifting into something polished and playful. “Hey boys. I’m Veronica Graves. And this sweet little thing on my lap…” She tipped her chin toward Lexie. “What’s your name, baby?”

Lexie felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “Cherry… Cherry Lolipop.”

Veronica’s smile widened. “Isn’t she cute? Look at that soft skin, those big eyes. She’s been such a good girl already today.” She gave Lexie’s hip a light squeeze. “We even had a little bonding moment earlier with her enema. She handled it so well.”

Lexie let out a small, nervous giggle at the comments, the sound automatic. Being called cute while naked on someone’s lap still felt strange, but the praise landed somewhere warm anyway.

Veronica turned her face slightly toward her. “What do you think of me so far, Cherry? Be honest.”

Lexie swallowed, glancing between Veronica’s dark-lined eyes and the nearest camera. “You’re… really nice. And pretty. The enema thing was kinda weird, but you were sweet about it.”

Veronica showed a genuine, pleased smile. “See? She’s so polite. I like that.” She brushed a strand of Lexie’s hair back from her face with two fingers, the gesture almost tender. “We’re going to have fun today. You and me.”

A few more soft exchanges followed: Veronica asking if Lexie had ever worked with another girl before (she hadn’t), Lexie admitting she was a little nervous, Veronica promising it would feel good once they got going. The whole time Lexie stayed perched there, aware of every place their skin touched, aware of the cameras quietly capturing the contrast between the fully dressed, corseted woman and the completely bare one in her lap.

Finally Veronica’s voice dropped a fraction, still friendly but edged with something sharper. “You ready for the action, Cherry?”

Lexie nodded, the motion small. “Yeah… I think so.”

Inside, a quiet thought drifted past: She’s being so nice right now. Hope it stays like this.

Veronica’s mouth found the side of Lexie’s neck first: soft, warm, unhurried. The kiss landed just below her ear and stayed there, lips brushing, then pressing, then opening enough for a small scrape of teeth. She was still perched sideways on Veronica’s lap, the stiff edges of the corset pressing into her bare side. Veronica’s free hand slid up her ribs and cupped one breast, thumb circling the nipple in slow, deliberate strokes until it stiffened under the touch. Lexie tried to keep her breathing even. She tried to relax into it the way she had learned to relax for the guys, but this was different. Softer. More personal. The cameras were still rolling, and she could feel the quiet weight of the men’s attention from the edges of the room.

Veronica’s voice stayed low against her skin. “So sensitive already?.” The words were almost fond, and Lexie didn’t complain. A small, helpless sound left her throat when Veronica pinched the nipple gently between two fingers and rolled it. She liked it, the careful pressure, liked the way the other woman’s mouth kept returning to her neck, but the liking only made the overwhelm sharper. Her thighs tensed against Veronica’s stockings. She kept her hands loosely at her sides, not quite knowing where they were supposed to go.

After another long minute of kisses and slow caresses, Veronica shifted her. Both hands settled on Lexie’s waist and guided her up and around until she was straddling the older woman’s lap, knees bracketing Veronica’s hips, bare chest to the front of the corset. The new position left her completely open, pussy resting against the thin strip of Veronica’s crotch. Veronica cupped her face with both hands, thumbs stroking along her cheekbones, and pulled her into a real kiss. Lexie’s mouth opened under it almost automatically. Their tongues met, slow at first, then deeper. Between kisses Veronica would draw back just enough to deliver a light, playful slap to one of Lexie’s cheeks, sharp enough to sting, soft enough to stay affectionate, then immediately soothe the spot with another kiss while her other hand slid down and squeezed a full handful of Lexie’s ass. The alternating rhythm kept Lexie off-balance: face, mouth, ass, mouth again. She made small, startled sounds that turned into quieter ones the longer it went on.

When Veronica finally broke she looked almost pleased with herself. Then, with a strength that surprised Lexie, she simply lifted her. One arm under her thighs, the other around her back, and Lexie was up and over as if she weighed almost nothing. The world tilted. A second later her back met the mattress, legs still spread where Veronica had set them. The sudden change of position left her feeling smaller than before: laid out, open, watched. Veronica climbed onto the bed after her and settled between her thighs, the black corset and dark hair framing a face that no longer looked purely sweet. Lexie felt a quiet, instinctive flutter of something close to fear. Not the kind that made her want to stop, but she knew this woman could do anything right now and no one in the room would intervene. She was at Veronica’s mercy, and the

Veronica leaned down and kissed her again: deeper this time, longer, then let her mouth travel. Along the line of Lexie’s jaw. Down the side of her neck. Lexie’s back arched without permission when soft lips closed over one nipple and sucked. A real moan slipped. Veronica stayed there a while, alternating between both breasts, using tongue and careful teeth until Lexie’s hands had curled into the sheets. Only then did she keep going lower. Open-mouthed kisses across the soft plane of Lexie’s flat stomach. A brief pause at the crease of her thigh. Then Veronica settled fully between her legs, guided Lexie’s knees a little wider, and put her mouth on her pussy for the first time.

The first long, slow lick made Lexie’s whole body jolt. No one had ever done this to her before. The sensation was wet, weird, almost too precise; Veronica’s tongue dragged from the entrance up over her clit and stayed there, circling, pressing, tasting. Lexie’s head tipped back against the pillow. Her thighs trembled on either side of Veronica’s head. She could hear the soft, wet sounds of it, could feel every careful stroke, and the knowledge that the cameras were catching every second only made the heat in her face burn hotter. Veronica didn’t rush. She licked and sucked and occasionally slid the tip of her tongue lower, teasing the still-sensitive rim of Lexie’s ass before returning to her clit. Lexie kept making small, broken noises she couldn’t quite swallow, hips twitching in tiny helpless movements against the other woman’s mouth.

Somewhere in the middle of it a quiet thought drifted through: She’s being so careful and… I don’t even want her to stop.

Lexie’s breathing grew heavier, her hips starting to move in small, restless circles against Veronica’s mouth. At first she had been tense, trying to stay still and take it like she was supposed to, but the longer that skilled tongue worked her, the harder it became to stay in control. The pleasure was different from the deep, overwhelming intensity of the wooden dildo or the burning fullness of the enemas. This was softer, warmer, more focused… and it was pulling her under.

She let herself drift.

Half voluntary, half helpless. Her mind kept trying to stay alert, to remember the cameras and the men watching and the fact that a near-stranger was between her legs, but the wet heat of Veronica’s mouth kept pulling her attention back down. Every slow drag of tongue over her clit sent another warm pulse through her core. When Veronica sucked gently, Lexie’s toes curled and a soft, shaky moan slipped out before she could stop it.

It feels so good… why does it feel this good?

Veronica glanced up from between her thighs, lips glistening, a teasing little smile on her face. “There she is,” she murmured. “You’re starting to melt for me”

Lexie couldn’t form a proper answer. She just nodded quickly, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded. Her hands had moved without her fully noticing: one tangled in the sheets, the other resting lightly on Veronica’s dark hair. She didn’t push or pull. She just held on while the older woman went back to work.

Veronica’s tongue moved with deliberate skill: long, firm strokes up the length of her, then tight circles around the swollen little bud, then a soft, rhythmic sucking that made Lexie’s stomach flutter. Every time Lexie got close to losing herself completely, Veronica would slow down just enough to keep her on the edge, licking lower for a moment before returning to her clit with renewed attention.

“You’re getting so wet for me,” Veronica teased between licks, voice low and pleased. “Listen to those little sounds. Such a sweet, needy girl once someone knows how to touch you properly.”

Lexie’s inner thoughts scattered. She’s so good at this… how is she this good? The guys had never done this to her. Everything so far had been about her ass; stretching, filling, training. This felt almost gentle by comparison, and somehow that made it even more overwhelming. She could feel the orgasm building in a steady, warm climb instead of the sharp, forced intensity she was used to.

Her hips started rocking more openly against Veronica’s mouth. Soft, breathy “yes… yes…” sounds slipped out of her without permission. She wasn’t fully deciding to say them. They just came.

“I’m… I’m close,” Lexie whispered, voice shaky and almost surprised. “I think I’m gonna… Veronica!, I’m…!!!”

Veronica pulled back just enough to speak, her breath warm against Lexie’s soaked folds. “Already? Look at you. Getting all worked up from a little attention.” She gave her clit one slow, deliberate lick, Lexie just rolled her eyes. “You want to come for me, Cherry? Go ahead. I want to feel it.”

Lexie’s eyes fluttered. “How… how do you do that so well?” she asked, the question coming out soft and dazed-amazed. “It feels… different… so good…”

Veronica didn’t answer with words. She simply lowered her mouth again and sealed her lips around Lexie’s clit, sucking with steady, focused pressure while her tongue flicked rapidly underneath.

That was all it took.

The orgasm rolled through Lexie in a warm, swelling wave, deeper and softer than the sharp, conflicted climaxes she usually had on set. Her back arched, thighs trembling on either side of Veronica’s head as pleasure pulsed outward from her core. A long, broken moan escaped her, higher and more open than usual. Her pussy fluttered and clenched against Veronica’s tongue, wetness spilling as the waves kept coming.

When the peak finally began to fade, Lexie sank back against the mattress, breathing hard, a dazed little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her body felt floaty and loose. She blinked up at the ceiling lights, still half-lost in the afterglow.

That was… really nice, she thought, the realization surprising her. I actually liked that.

Veronica gave her one last slow lick, then pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before lifting her head. Her lips were shiny, her expression satisfied and faintly predatory.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “That was a sweet little orgasm. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Lexie could only nod, still soft and open, the warm aftershocks flickering through her as she lay there with her legs spread, completely at Veronica’s mercy.

Veronica’s hand came up without warning and delivered a light, stinging slap across Lexie’s cheek, just enough to cut through the afterglow. Lexie’s eyes fluttered open, still a little glassy.

“There she is,” Veronica said, voice warm again. “Roll over for me. Stomach down. Pop that ass up a little. Snack time.”

Lexie blinked, the words taking a second to land. She rolled onto her front, movements loose and uncoordinated from the orgasm, then drew her knees under herself just enough to lift her hips. She wiggled her little butt without being told, the orgasm had left her abit eager. Behind her a bowl was being set on the mattress.

Rick had brought it over: a wide ceramic bowl filled with fruit. Cherries already pitted and stemless, green grapes, small peeled kiwi halves, a handful of blueberries, and two frozen bananas still faintly frosted.

Veronica plucked a cherry from the bowl and held it to Lexie’s lips. “Open.”

Lexie opened. The fruit was cool and sweet. Veronica fed her a second one, then a grape, her fingers lingering against Lexie’s mouth a moment longer than necessary.

“Good girl,” she murmured. Then, almost playfully: “Can you guess where the rest of these are going?”

Lexie’s mind clicked into place all at once: the half-heard conversation from the hallway, the way the guys had laughed and said everything would be fine, the bowl sitting right there. Of course. They were going to put them inside her. She felt a small, sharp flicker of irritation. They never just told her. They let her overhear pieces and then acted surprised when she figured it out.

She kept her voice small. “My… ass.”

Veronica’s smile was immediate and pleased. “There it is. She knows. Smart girl when she wants to be.”

A gloved finger, already slick with lube, circled Lexie’s rim once, twice, then pressed the first stemless cherry against it. The little fruit slipped in with almost no resistance. The earlier arousal had left her softer than usual; the ring gave way and closed again around nothing but a faint, cool weight. Lexie exhaled through her nose.

“One,” Veronica counted quietly, more for the camera than for her.

The second cherry followed just as easily. Then Veronica took two green grapes and pressed them in together. Those met a little more resistance: the firmer skins catching for a second before they popped through. Lexie made a small sound and shifted her knees wider on the sheets.

“Easy,” Veronica said. “You’re taking them so nicely.”

The kiwi came next. It was bigger, the cut surface cool and slightly fuzzy against her rim. Veronica worked it in with patient pressure, twisting just enough to help the stretch. Lexie felt herself open around it, felt the fruit settle deeper than the others, and a new sense of fullness bloomed low in her belly. Not painful. Just there. Occupying space she hadn’t offered out loud.

Veronica gave her ass a light pat. “Still room. Plenty of room, actually.”

Lexie wasn’t sure she agreed. The kiwi sat heavy among the smaller fruits, and every tiny shift of her hips made her aware of them. But she already knew how this went. She would take more. She always did.

They could’ve just said it. “We’re putting fruit in you today.” Instead I get to find out while I’m already face-down.

Veronica’s fingers returned, slick again, checking the seal of her rim, pressing gently as if to make sure nothing wanted to slip back out. “Hold them for me, Cherry. Don’t push. We’re not done snacking yet.”

Lexie nodded against the mattress, cheek pressed to the sheet, and stayed still.

She followed with something significantly smaller: blueberries, Veronica wanted them: one after another, pressed through the tight ring like coins into a slot. Each small dark berry vanished with a wet little give. when the last of the blueberries went in the way, two more stemless cherries followed, then the second peeled kiwi, thicker than the first. Veronica worked it in with both thumbs, patient and inexorable, until Lexie’s rim stretched around the green curve and closed over it.

Lexie made a thin sound into the sheet. She felt packed. Not just full, packed. The fruits sat in a crowded, uneven mass that shifted whenever she breathed. Her belly felt low and heavy. Every tiny clench of her hole met resistance from the inside.

Veronica’s gloved hand patted her ass once. “Better not let anything come out. You hold that for me.”

“Yes,” Lexie said, small and automatic.

Veronica stepped off the bed. “Sit up.”

Lexie pushed herself up onto her knees, then sat back on her heels. She winced and stayed very still.

Veronica peeled the thong down her own thighs and let it drop. She loosened the corset enough to lower it, breasts spilling free, then climbed onto the upper part of the bed and sat behind Lexie. Strong arms pulled the smaller girl back until Lexie was sitting in the V of Veronica’s legs, spine against the older woman’s chest, packed ass resting between Veronica’s spread thighs.

“Make out with me like this.”

Lexie’s mouth was already being turned. Veronica kissed her deep and slow, one hand wrapping loosely around her throat. The grip wasn’t constant, it tightened for a few seconds at a time, just enough to make Lexie’s breath hitch, then eased. The other hand found a nipple and pinched, rolled, pinched again. Then that same hand slid down her stomach and two fingers sank into her pussy without warning.

Not gentle. Not teasing. Lexie made a muffled sound into the other woman’s mouth. She didn’t pull away. She couldn’t, really. Veronica’s arm across her chest and the hand at her throat held her in place more by strength than by the actual choke. The older girl was simply stronger. Lexie sat there and took it, thighs trembling, hole fluttering around the fruit she was trying not to think about.

She’s not even being that nice anymore. She’s just using her hand like I already belong to her.

The fingers in her pussy were wet and relentless. Every few strokes Veronica’s thumb dragged over her clit hard enough to make Lexie’s hips jerk. The movement jostled everything that was stuffed inside her bowels. She kept kissing because she was told to, because the hand at her throat made it easier to obey than to think.

After a stretch of that, Veronica broke the kiss, hooked an arm around Lexie’s shoulder, and tossed her.

It wasn’t violent so much as easy. Lexie went from sitting to flopping onto her side, then her stomach, a startled little gasp leaving her. Fruit shifted inside her with the impact. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, breathing fast.

“Crawl over here,” Veronica said. She had already lain back against the pillows, dark hair spread out, corset still half-open. “Keep making out. Come on.”

Lexie crawled.

It was a struggle. Every forward movement made the packed mass inside her drag and press. She had to clench hard just to keep from losing anything, and the clenching made her hole ache. She crossed the mattress on all fours and hovered over Veronica, then lowered herself enough to kiss her again: awkward, off-balance, arms shaking.

One camera stayed on their faces. Jake had already moved. He was low behind Lexie, lens tight on her ass.

What he was watching was simple and filthy. Lexie’s hole wouldn’t stay still. It twitched, fluttered, tried to seal, then opened just enough to flash the wet green curve of the kiwi before squeezing shut again. Open. Shut. Open. The ring kept failing in tiny increments. She clenched until her thighs shook.

It wasn’t enough.

The kiwi popped free with a sudden, slick sound.

Lexie jerked and squeaked, a raw little noise of shock, and sat back on her knees so fast she almost lost her balance. Her hands flew behind her.

Veronica lifted her head. “What happened?”

Lexie’s face was already burning. “I’m sorry, one of the kiwis slipped out. I’m sorry.”

Veronica sat up and moved behind her. “Show me. Move”

Lexie hesitated. A nervous shake of the head, small and automatic. She didn’t want anyone looking at what had come out of her.

“Move your ass, Cherry.”

She moved.

The kiwi lay on the sheet, glossy and faintly smeared. Two cherries had come with it. Veronica looked at the little pile, then at Lexie’s trembling back.

“I’m disappointed,” she said, almost conversational. “Eat them.”

Lexie went still.

The words didn’t make sense at first. Then they did. Her lips pressed together. Her eyes went wide. She shook her head, a tight, panicked little motion.

No. No. She didn’t, she can’t mean that. That’s not that’s not a thing people ask”

Veronica’s hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back hard enough to sting her scalp.

“Eat it.”

Lexie’s eyes filmed. A thin sound escaped her, not quite a sob yet. Veronica didn’t wait for another refusal. She kept the grip in Lexie’s hair and used her other hand to pick up the kiwi, then pressed it to Lexie’s sealed mouth.

“Open.”

Lexie opened because the pull on her hair left her little choice. The fruit touched her tongue. Cool. Soft. Wrong. She made a gagging noise and tried to turn her face away; Veronica held her there and pushed it in farther.

She ate it.

She ate it in small, wretched bites while Veronica kept her hair tight and fed her the two cherries after. Tears ran sideways toward her ears. In her head the taste went filthy immediately; pungent, low, like bowels, like the ghost of shit on fruit that had been inside her. It might have been real. It might have been her mind inventing the worst version because the act itself was already a new low. She couldn’t tell. She only knew her stomach turned and her throat kept trying to reject it and she swallowed anyway because Veronica’s fist in her hair didn’t ease until she did.

When it was gone she stayed on her knees, shaking, mouth sour, eyes wet.

Veronica released her hair and stroked the back of her head once, almost kindly.

“There. That’s what happens when you drop your snacks.”

Lexie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at the mattress, she didn’t look at anyone. The cameras were still on. Jake was still behind her. The rest of the fruit was still inside her, and she could feel every piece.

Veronica’s palms landed on Lexie’s shoulders and shoved her flat. The mattress caught her with a soft bounce; the remaining fruit shifted inside her. Before she could settle, Veronica was already swinging a leg over and straddling her hips, knees bracketing Lexie’s waist, the open corset hanging loose around her ribs.

She leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t the earlier playful kind. It was deep and wet and close, Veronica’s mouth covering hers, tongue pushing in like she owned the space. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was low and almost sweet.

“You having fun, Cherry?”

Lexie swallowed. Her lips felt used. “I… yeah. I think so.”

Veronica smiled like that answer was cute and not quite enough, then sat up and started to grind.

She rolled her hips in a slow, heavy rhythm, the wet heat of her pussy dragging across Lexie’s flat stomach. Slick smeared in a shining stripe from navel to ribs. Every pass was deliberate—forward, back, a little circle—using Lexie’s body like a warm surface. Lexie felt the weight of her, the strength in her thighs, the way Veronica’s hands planted on either side of her head and boxed her in.

Then the mouth came down again. Neck first. Open kisses, then teeth. A bite just under her jaw that made Lexie gasp. Veronica soothed it with her tongue and bit again lower, at the place where neck met shoulder. At the same time one hand wrapped Lexie’s throat. Not crushing. Just enough pressure to make each breath something she had to take on purpose. The other hand found a nipple, pinched, twisted, pinched harder until Lexie’s back arched off the bed.

“Stay still,” Veronica murmured against her skin, and kept grinding.

She sucked one breast into her mouth and worked it with tongue and careful teeth until the nipple was dark and wet and aching. Then the other. The hand on Lexie’s throat tightened whenever she made a sound that was too loud, then eased when she went quieter. The grinding never stopped. Veronica’s slick painted Lexie’s stomach in a messy shine; every roll of her hips pressed her clit against the younger girl’s skin and drew a small, satisfied noise out of her.

Lexie’s hands hovered uselessly at Veronica’s waist. She didn’t know if she was allowed to hold on. The fruit still packed in her ass made every tiny shift of her own hips feel dangerous, so she tried not to move at all except when the pinching or the choke pulled a reaction out of her.

She’s using my whole body. Stomach, mouth, tits, throat. I’m just… underneath.

Veronica kissed her again, slower this time, and spoke against her lips.

“I ate you out. You came on my tongue. Time you give that back.”

She didn’t wait for a yes. She turned, swung a leg, and settled into reverse, knees on either side of Lexie’s head, ass and pussy lowering until the musky heat of her filled Lexie’s face. The first thing Lexie registered was the scent. Warm. Unwashed in a way that wasn’t filthy so much as used. Pussy and the faint darker note of the hole above it. Lexie had a brief, miserable wish that Veronica had taken an enema or even just a shower before the cameras rolled. The smell said she probably hadn’t.

“Open your mouth. Work.”

Lexie had no idea what she was doing.

She started with a lick. Flat, uncertain, up through the wet slit that was already sitting on her. Veronica’s taste was strong: salt and skin. Lexie tried to remember what had felt good when it was done to her and copied it badly: a circle around the clit, a longer stroke, then she pushed her tongue into the hole because that seemed like the next thing. It went in easier than she expected. She licked deeper, clumsy, trying to thrust the way Veronica’s fingers had thrust into her.

Above her, Veronica’s hands were busy on the rest of her. They roamed down Lexie’s chest, squeezed her breasts, pinched both nipples at once. One hand slid lower and cupped her pussy, two fingers sinking in without warning and pumping while Lexie tried to keep her tongue moving. The double sensation: mouth full of Veronica, fingers working her, made Lexie’s thighs twitch. She moaned into the other woman’s cunt and the sound came out muffled.

Veronica rocked on her face, using her, chasing the angle she wanted.

Lexie was sloppy. Too much spit. Tongue in the wrong place. Timing off. Every time she lost the rhythm or licked too broadly, Veronica’s free hand came down and slapped her pussy—sharp, open-palmed, right over her clit and the stretched lips.

The first slap made Lexie jolt and cry out into Veronica’s pussy. The second made her eyes sting. The third pulled an actual wet little sob out of her.

“That’s for being bad at it,” Veronica said, not raising her voice. Another slap. “You feel that? That’s your lesson.”

Lexie tried harder. Tongue deeper, more focused on the clit, sucking when she thought she should suck. It still wasn’t right. Veronica made a noise of annoyance and simply sat down.

Full weight. Pussy and ass sealing over Lexie’s mouth and nose until there was only the musk and the wet and the need to keep licking if she wanted air in the gaps. Lexie’s hands flew up to Veronica’s thighs on instinct. She didn’t push. She just held on, muffled and wide-eyed, tears already tracking toward her hair.

Veronica looked down between her own breasts at the younger girl’s buried face.

“Learn it right now, Cherry. You’re not coming up until I say you can.”

Lexie licked. Messy, desperate, trying to find the pattern that would make the slaps stop and the weight ease. Her own pussy still stung from the last strike.

Veronica did not lift off her.

Rick’s hand appeared at the edge of the frame with the vibrator already buzzing. Veronica took it without looking, thumbed the dial all the way over, and mashed the head against Lexie’s clit. The sound jumped from a low hum to a raw, angry rattle. Lexie’s whole pelvis tried to fold away from it. There was nowhere to go. The swollen bud jumped under the plastic and kept swelling, oversensitive, trapped between the relentless buzz and Veronica’s weight.

Her tongue lost the plot immediately. The rhythm she had been faking fell apart into wet, unfocused dragging. Veronica noticed.

“Focus.”

The slap landed square on the already-swollen clit, vibrator yanked aside for half a second so the palm could hit skin. Lexie yelped into her, a raw little sound that died against wet flesh.

“I said focus.”

“I’m sorry”

Veronica’s fingers twisted in her hair and yanked her face tighter against her cunt. “Sorry who?”

Lexie’s eyes were wet. The vibrator was already back, maxed, grinding. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“Better.”

Veronica rose up on her knees just enough to let Lexie drag one desperate breath, then sat down harder. Up. Down. Up. Down. She used Lexie’s mouth like a seat she was testing, each drop of her hips sealing off air for a beat and smearing more musk across the younger girl’s nose and chin. At the same time she fucked her with the vibrator, short, mean thrusts that dragged the buzzing head over clit and entrance and back again, after a while she decided to just left it lodged inside her.

Lexie’s thoughts came in scraps.

Can’t… can’t lick and feel that at the same time

Rick passed the bowl again. Veronica took it one-handed, still sitting on Lexie’s face, and spoke around a breathy little laugh.

“Knees bent. Feet on the mattress. Come on.”

She had to help. Lexie’s legs were shaking too hard to obey cleanly. Veronica spread her and pulled until both feet planted, thighs open, ass tilted just enough that the packed hole was available. The new angle made everything inside her slide. Lexie made a muffled noise of protest that Veronica ignored.

Three grapes. One after another. Each one stretched the rim around a tight green sphere and popped through. Lexie’s legs squirmed. The vibrator never left her clit.

Another slap, this one across the swollen lips.

“Stop being so whiny.”

Then the frozen banana.

The cold hit her. Veronica pressed the blunt, frosted tip to Lexie’s rim and pushed. She jerked and tried to escape by uselessly lifting her hips, the rest of her body was trapped anyways. Her hole fought the chill, then gave, and the first half of the split banana started in.

Another slap on her pussy. “Behave.”

“I’m full,” Lexie tried to say into Veronica’s cunt. It came out as wet noise. She turned her face just enough to get a sliver of air. “Mistress! I’m full!, I’m full!”

Veronica split the banana the rest of the way with her thumbs. The first half she kept feeding into the rectum until it seated behind the grapes and the remaining kiwi, a cold, thickening plug that made Lexie’s belly feel crowded. The second half she lined up with Lexie’s pussy and pushed in beside the working vibrator, stretching her open on two things at once. Banana and buzzing plastic. Front and back both occupied.

Veronica settled back onto her face without mercy, grinding slowly while the vibrator continued its relentless work on her clit. One hand stayed busy twisting and pinching Lexie’s nipples hard enough to make her arch. The other occasionally adjusted the banana pieces, pushing them deeper whenever Lexie clenched too hard.

The combined stimulation finally tipped her over.

The orgasm slammed her. Lexie’s body seized, thighs shaking hard, a long, broken cry muffled against Veronica’s pussy as wave after wave crashed through her. Her stuffed holes clenched and fluttered around the fruits, the intense contractions only making the fullness more intense. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. For several seconds she barely functioned: mind blank, body locked in the forced climax, tongue no longer moving.

Veronica didn’t let her rest even through the peak. She twisted both nipples harder, sharp and mean, forcing Lexie to keep licking despite the orgasm still rolling through her.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled. “Keep that tongue working.”

Lexie tried. Her body was barely sentient, floating somewhere between overstimulation and exhaustion, but she pushed her tongue as deep as she could, licking desperately even as aftershocks kept making her hips jerk. The banana in her pussy shifted with every spasm. The one in her ass felt impossibly heavy.

Only when she was satisfied with the effort did Veronica finally chase her own release. She ground down hard, thighs tightening around Lexie’s head, and came with a low, guttural sound. A sudden warm gush of fluid flooded Lexie’s mouth and chin as Veronica squirted, the wet heat spilling across her face and down her neck.

For a few long seconds Veronica stayed there, riding out the last pulses, before finally lifting herself off.

Fresh air rushed into Lexie’s lungs in desperate gasps. She collapsed onto her side, body shaking, face shiny with saliva and Veronica’s release. The moment the dom’s weight left her, her overworked hole gave up the fight. Several soft, wet sounds followed as a few grapes, a cherry, and part of the softened banana slipped free onto the sheets. More remained trapped deeper inside, but the partial expulsion left her feeling messy, open, and completely used.

She lay there trembling, thighs pressed weakly together, tears still wet on her

It was all so far above what she had expected when she first answered that newspaper ad. So much further than the “just some toys, no real sex” promise Rick had given her on the phone weeks ago.

Lexie was still lying on her side, body limp and trembling, when Veronica’s voice cut through the haze.

Veronica twisted her nipples hard enough to make her gasp and force her eyes open.

“On all fours. Now, Cherry.”

When Lexie moved too slowly, another sharp twist dragged a broken sound from her throat. She dragged herself onto her hands and knees, arms shaking. Veronica’s next order was even worse.

“Squat. I want you to shit everything out. All of it. Right here where we can see.”

A cold spike of fear cut through the fog in Lexie’s mind. She’s going to make me eat it again. The thought made her panic.

Veronica seemed to read the fear on her face. Her voice dropped into something colder and more precise.

“If you don’t push it all out properly, I will shove my whole fist up there, scoop every last piece out of your rectum myself, and feed it to you by hand. Your choice.”

That was enough.

Lexie shifted into a low squat, thighs trembling, and bore down. The first mushy chunk of fruit slipped free, softened banana mixed with crushed grapes and cherries. More followed in slow, reluctant pulses. She pushed until her face was red and her arms were shaking, but not everything came out. Some of the deeper pieces remained lodged further up.

Veronica watched without comment until the flow slowed. Then she reached for a metal anal speculum it had a screw mechanism that forced the blades wide.

“Where is this going, Cherry?”

Lexie’s voice was barely above a whisper. “My… my ass.”

“Good girl. Lie on your stomach.”

She obeyed. The cold metal nose of the speculum pressed against her abused hole and slid inside. Veronica turned the screw steadily. The blades opened wider and wider, forcing Lexie’s ring into a perfect, stretched circle. The sensation was beyond simple fullness: it was a clear, mechanical exposure. Cool air reached places that should never feel open air. She could feel how completely visible she was.

One of the cameras moved in close. Lexie knew, with a sick certainty, that the lens was looking straight into her. Her actual rectum was on display for the recording. The thought made fresh tears slide down her cheeks. She had never felt more exposed, more reduced to a collection of holes being examined and used.

Veronica collected the expelled fruit from the sheet: the mushy, used pieces, and held them up.

“These go back in. Through the spreader.”

Lexie made a small, broken sound of protest.

Veronica’s reply was immediate and flat. “Ass or mouth. Choose.”

There was no real choice. The memory of being forced to chew the kiwi was still too fresh. Lexie whispered, “Ass… please, ass.”

“Smart.”

One by one, some of the softened, disgusting pieces were pushed back through the open blades of the speculum. Lexie sobbed quietly as the cold, mushy fruit re-entered her, sliding past the metal and settling deeper than before. The forced openness made every insertion feel worse, like throwing up but in reverse (reverse in all senses) there was no resistance left to hide behind, thank goodness Veronica decided to just use some of the fruit, leaving some in the mattress. She could only lie there and take it while the camera recorded every detail.

When the last piece was back inside, Veronica closed the speculum and withdrew it. The sudden loss of the metal stretch left Lexie’s hole twitching and empty for only a second before something much thicker pressed against it.

The strap-on was long, thick, and heavily ribbed.

“Take it like a grown woman,” Veronica said.

Lexie barely had time to brace before the ribbed shaft forced its way inside in one long, relentless thrust. The remaining fruit was shoved deeper into her colon as the dildo bottomed out. A raw, pained cry tore out of her. Veronica’s hand immediately tangled in her hair and yanked her head back.

“Shut up.”

The thrusting began hard and deep. Every stroke rearranged the soft, half-crushed fruit still trapped inside her, turning it into something closer to a thick, uneven mash. Lexie’s mind was already a mess of overstimulation and exhaustion; the new, brutal fullness only made everything blurrier. She could feel the ribs dragging along her sore walls, the constant pressure against that deep spot, the way her body was being used without any pretense of gentleness.

Veronica kept one hand fisted in her hair and the other pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her upper body to the mattress. The dual cameras captured everything: one locked on the brutal, wet pistoning of the thick strap into her stretched hole, the other tight on Lexie’s face.

At one point her eyes fluttered open and stared directly into the lens.

The self-awareness hit her like a cold wave.

They’re recording this. People are going to pay to watch this. They’re going to see how they treat me: how she makes me hold fruit, how she opens me with that metal thing, how she forces it all back in, how she fucks me like this while I cry. It’s going to be online. Permanent.

The thought floated through the fog without fully landing, too big and too late to change anything. She was already here. Already taking it.

Her body had loosened enough from everything that came before that the thick strap met less violent resistance than it would have on her first shoot, but it was still far from easy. Every deep thrust forced a soft, broken sound out of her. Veronica only pulled her hair harder and told her again not to be so whiny.

“Take it like the grown girl you are.”

Lexie stopped trying to fight the rhythm. She let her body go limp and defeated under the older woman, absorbing the relentless strokes while the mashed fruit was pushed deeper and deeper with every bottoming thrust. The nasty, heavy fullness sat in her guts like a constant, shifting weight. Her mind drifted in and out — sometimes aware of the cameras, sometimes only aware of the stretch and the hair-pulling and the sound of wet skin meeting skin.

She was being thoroughly, methodically used, and there was nothing left in her to do except take it.

The thick, ribbed strap kept driving into Lexie in long, punishing strokes, bottoming out hard enough that the impact traveled up her spine. Lexie was no longer completely limp, her body still reacted. Every deep thrust forced a broken sound out of her. Her fingers clawing the sheets. More than once she tried to crawl forward, small, instinctive attempts to escape the relentless depth, but Veronica’s grip in her hair and the weight of the hand pressing between her shoulder blades kept her exactly where she was.

When Lexie struggled too much, Veronica’s free hand came down in sharp, open-handed spanks across her already-pink cheeks. The stinging cracks layered fresh heat over the stretched, used skin. Sometimes the same hand reached under her and pinched one of her swollen, oversensitive nipples hard enough to make her cry out. The dual pain: hair pulled tight, nipple twisted, strap still rearranging everything inside her, kept her from fully shutting down.

Twice more Veronica paused just long enough to force the last remaining cherry and a final grape past Lexie’s stretched rim. Both slipped in with almost no resistance now. The strap immediately resumed its hard rhythm, compacting the new additions deeper into the already-messed contents of her colon. Every thrust pushed the soft, ruined mass further up, turning it into a thick, shifting pressure that never let her walls rest.

Lexie took it.

At first the sensations were pure overload; stretch, fullness, the constant drag of the ribs, the deep compaction. Then something began to change. The same deep spots that had always made her body light up were being pressed and rubbed almost continuously by the combination of the thick shaft and the packed fruit. The pleasure that rose from it felt wrong. It felt filthy. It still climbed.

Soft, conflicting sounds started leaving her, high whines tangled with lower, unwilling moans. Her hips, which had been trying to crawl away, began making smaller, more confused movements. The pain of the stretch and the deep, button-mashing pressure were no longer separate. They braided together into a single, overwhelming feeling that made her thighs tremble and her stomach tighten.

It hurts… it hurts so good…

The thought was barely coherent, but her body started chasing it anyway. The rhythm of the strap became something she was bracing for and leaning into at the same time. Each full bottoming stroke dragged another broken sound out of her. Her back began to arch in small, involuntary increments.

The orgasm built slowly at first, then it attacked with no mercy.

It hit her like in a way that she couldn’t believe her body was capable. Lexie’s arms gained some strength from somewhere, enough to raise on her elbows, back sharply arched, a raw, continuous cry tearing from her throat as the climax locked every muscle. Clear fluid gushed from her in hard, rhythmic pulses, soaking the sheets beneath her. Veronica did not stop. She kept the strap buried to the hilt and ground in slow, brutal circles, forcing the orgasm to stretch longer, squeezing every last tremor out of the smaller girl’s body.

The ongoing clenching of Lexie’s hole around the thick shaft turned the sensation white-hot. The dildo felt enormous, unyielding, almost burning as it stayed locked inside her spasming canal. Lexie’s mind went nearly blank. She was reduced to shaking, eye-rolling, dripping mess, barely sentient under the continued grinding while her arms finally gave up.

A second, weaker orgasm followed almost immediately: shorter, sharper, draining whatever scraps of energy remained. Another thin stream of fluid left her, warmer and less controlled than the first. She could not tell whether it was more squirt or whether her bladder had simply given out. The stream soaked further into the already-wet sheets. Her body finally went slack, only the occasional twitch remaining.

Veronica held still for several long seconds, letting the last weak pulses fade, then began to withdraw the strap with deliberate slowness. Inch by inch the thick, ribbed shaft dragged free, pulling strands of juice and small bits of crushed fruit skin with it. When the head finally slipped out, Lexie’s hole stayed open for a moment, twitching and leaking, before slowly trying to close. She collapsed fully onto her side, completely limp, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes half-open and unfocused.

“Push,” Veronica ordered quietly. “Get some of it out.”

Lexie obeyed on pure reflex, bearing down with the little strength she had left. Soft, wet sounds followed as more of the ruined fruit and cloudy fluid slipped free onto the sheets. Not everything came. Veronica decided it was not enough. She pressed two fingers into the loose, used hole and scooped out a small amount of the remaining mess, never going deeper than the first knuckles. She smeared a streak of it across Lexie’s left ass cheek, then held her fingers up briefly for the camera before wiping them on the sheet.

Lexie stayed exactly where she had fallen: limp, trembling only with residual aftershocks, the residual fullness still present but secondary now to the total exhaustion. Her mind felt distant and quiet. The cameras, the lights, the wet sheets, the ache in every part of her, all of it registered only dimly.

Veronica leaned over her. The sharp edge in her voice had softened into something almost fond.

“You did well, Cherry. That was a lot, and you took all of it.”

Lexie could not answer. She only managed a tiny, exhausted sound.

Veronica brushed a few damp strands of blonde hair away from her face, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, close enough to feel like a near-miss on the lips. Another, slower kiss landed on the side of her neck.

“I had a lot of fun with you,” she murmured against her skin. “Be good for the boys until next time.”

She straightened, unbuckled the strap, and stepped out of frame.

Rick’s voice came from behind the main camera, calm and professional.

“Cut.”

Lexie remained motionless on the soaked mattress, body used up, hole still twitching occasionally, the last of the day’s mess cooling on her skin and the sheets. The studio sounds of packing and quiet conversation resumed around her, but she was too far under to care.

EPILOGUE: Late night wake up

By the time she pulled into the driveway the sky had gone the soft purple of early evening. She sat for a moment with the engine off before going inside.

Her parents were already in the kitchen. Lexie slipped into her room, changed into an old pair of very loose red running shorts and a thin white tank top, and came back out barefoot.

“There you are, princess,” her mom said, smiling as she set the last plate on the table. “We were starting to think the salon had kidnapped you.”

“Extra appointments,” Lexie answered, the familiar lie coming easily. “Busy day.”

Her dad only pulled out her chair and patted the seat. “Sit down, baby. You look worn out.”

Dinner stayed ordinary. Her mom talked about a coworker’s birthday lunch. Her dad talking about what they will need to repair in the house. Lexie just talked when spoken to. When her mom asked how work had gone she just said it was fine and reached for more rice.

Afterward she helped clear the table without being asked. The loose shorts rode up the moment she leaned into the fridge to put the leftovers away. The thin fabric slid higher over the curve of her ass until most of both cheeks were bare to the cool kitchen air. The same thing happened when she stretched to put glasses in the cupboard and again when she bent to load the bottom rack of the dishwasher. Soft cotton bunched and shifted, leaving her half-exposed with every reach and turn.

Her mom watched her for a moment, then let out a quiet, fond laugh.

“You’re putting on quite the show tonight, princess. Those shorts barely cover anything when you bend like that.”

Lexie glanced back over her shoulder, gave a small, unbothered shrug, and kept stacking plates. “They’re comfortable.”

When the kitchen was mostly clean she wandered into the living room. Her dad was already on the couch, some older movie playing at low volume on the television. Lexie climbed up without ceremony, settling half across his lap the way she always had. Her dad only wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

“Night, Daddy.”

“Night, baby. Get some rest.”

She slid off and went to her mom, who was folding a throw blanket in the armchair. Lexie leaned down to kiss her cheek. The bend made the shorts slip again; the soft fabric drifted low enough that the lower curve of both cheeks was briefly visible before she straightened and gave them a casual tug upward.

“Sleep well, princess,” her mom said, smoothing Lexie’s still-damp hair. “You look like you need it.”

“I do,” Lexie admitted softly. “Long day.”

She padded down the short hallway, closed her bedroom door, and stood still for a moment in the quiet: the posters, the unmade bed, the soft green glow of the digital clock on the nightstand, all of it looked exactly as it had that morning. She peeled the tank top off, pushed the loose shorts down her legs, and left both on the floor. Completely naked, she climbed onto the mattress, curled onto her side, and pulled her knees up slightly. No sheet. No blanket. Just the cool air on her skin and the deep, private ache that still lived low in her body.

Lexie closed her eyes and let her breathing slow, until sleep finally took her.

[…]

Lexie slept deeply at first, completely naked on top of the sheet. One arm was curled under her cheek, knees drawn slightly up, the cool air of the bedroom moving freely over her bare back and her soft, petite buttocks.

Sometime well past midnight a dull cramp rolled through her lower belly. She frowned in her sleep and shifted, trying to ignore it. The pressure returned a few minutes later, sharper and more insistent. Another wave followed, stronger still, until the discomfort became impossible to push aside. Lexie blinked awake in the dark, one hand pressed flat to her stomach, breathing carefully through the next contraction.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood. Completely bare, she moved quickly out of the room and down the short hallway to the bathroom. She closed the door, sat on the toilet, and let her body release.

The first rush came heavy and continuous. Warm brown liquid mixed with soft solids poured out of her in a long, messy stream, the sound loud in the silent house. She kept her eyes closed at first, simply pushing through the pressure, but the texture felt wrong almost immediately… things that did not belonged there.

When the initial wave slowed she spread her knees wider, leaned forward, and looked down between her legs into the bowl.

Dark water. Floating scraps of familiar brown. And among them, unmistakable: several partially softened cherries, their red skins still visible even in the dim light, along with pale mashed banana and scattered greenish fragments. The sight made her stomach twist in a completely different way.

“Cherries. Actual fucking cherries.”

Another hard cramp seized her before she could fully process it. She twisted on the seat and bore down with a strained sound. A solid, heavier mass began to move. She felt it stretch her open as it passed, when it finally dropped into the water with a distinct, heavy plop she forced herself to look again.

A whole kiwi.

The first one Veronica had pushed into her hours earlier sat there with just some soft bruises, surrounded by more cloudy brown liquid and the last of the grapes and cherries that had been lodged deeper than the rest. Once that obstruction was gone the remaining contents followed more freely, longer, uninterrupted rush of soft brown waste that no longer had fruit blocking its path. She kept pushing, panting softly, until the cramps finally eased and nothing more came.

Lexie sat there breathing hard, elbows on her thighs, staring at the mess in the bowl. The humiliation settled over her in a thick, quiet wave. Anger, frustration, and a sharp new self-awareness mixed together. She had been so thoroughly used that pieces of the day’s “snacks” had stayed trapped inside her for hours, only now making their exit in the middle of the night on her own toilet.

She cleaned herself carefully, flushed, washed her hands, and left the bathroom still completely naked. The hallway light was on.

Her dad stood near the linen closet, a glass of water in one hand. He had clearly gotten up for a drink and now froze at the sight of her.

His expression tightened at once.

“Alexandra… even for you this is a bit too much” His voice was low and firm. “What do you think you’re doing walking around the house like that? Cover yourself. Have a little shame.”

“I know dad, I’m sorry” she defended herself “I really had to go and I thought nobody would see me” as she immediately brought one arm across her breasts and her other hand down between her legs, though the attempt was only partially effective. The embarrassment was real, but it felt strangely muted, dulled by everything else her body had already endured that day. She did not feel the sharp, burning mortification she might have expected. She mostly felt tired and small.

“I know baby, but you should do better, you have to try at least” he replied, feeling more like an advice than a proper scolding. He was just mildly irritated, Lexie was already a very unguarded girl, a limit have to be imposed.

She nod, then took a step forward instead of retreating.

“Daddy…”

Her voice came out quieter than she intended. Before he could say anything else she closed the remaining distance and wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing her bare body against him. The sudden contact made him stiffen in surprise. She was warm, almost feverish from the earlier effort in the bathroom, and so slight that he could feel the delicate structure of her shoulder blades, the narrow line of her spine, and the soft press of her breasts against his chest. Her cheek rested against him. Her breathing was still a little uneven.

For a second he simply stood there, awkward, the glass of water still in one hand. Then the tension in his shoulders eased. He set the glass on the nearby shelf and brought both arms around her, holding her the way he had when she was younger. One broad hand settled between her bare shoulder blades. The other rested lower on her back, careful but steady. He could feel how small she was, how warm, the quiet way she leaned in as if the contact itself was what she needed.

She’s still just a sweet girl, he thought, the familiar parental mix of exasperation and protectiveness rising in him. A bit slow sometimes, never the sharpest, but a sweetheart.

“I love you,” she murmured against his shirt.

He exhaled slowly. “I love you too, baby.”

They stayed like that for a long moment in the quiet hallway. Lexie kept her arms around him, face hidden against his chest, completely bare. The scolding had not disappeared, but it softened under the simple fact of the hug. When he finally spoke again his voice was quieter, though still firm.

“All right. That’s enough. Go put some clothes on and get back to bed. You’re too old to be wandering around naked like this.”

She nodded against him without letting go immediately. “Okay.”

Only when he gave her back a gentle, final pat did she step away. As she turned toward her room she tried to cover herself out of respect, one hand across her breasts, the other attempting to shield her backside. She was not very good at it. Her small hand only managed to cover part of one cheek, leaving most of her bare ass still visible as she walked the short distance down the hall. She knew he had already seen everything, yet the small, clumsy gesture still felt necessary.

At the doorway she glanced back once. Her dad was watching her with the same mix of parental exasperation and quiet care he had always shown.

“Night, Daddy.”

“Good night, princess. Sleep.”

She slipped into her room, closed the door, and stood still in the dark for a few seconds. Then she climbed back onto the mattress, still completely naked, and curled onto her side. The residual cramping was gone. The deeper, private ache of the day remained, but sleep came easier this time, carrying her under before another thought could form.