Anal plug & lubricant

"I... understand," April says, leaving your pussy to Nanako. She walks over to where her friend's bag is, and slowly comes back. Even though your legs are spread-eagled, Nanako's fingers feel tight around your pussy lips as you contract against them. You know you're going to reach orgasm soon.

This isn't what you wanted to happen.

You're pretty sure this isn't even what the people who bound you up here wanted.

But it feels so good. "Ah!" you cry out. "Ah. Oh God, I can't take it!" Your body shivers in ecstacy and you feel your juices starting to run down your legs. "I feel so... good! So nice! So warm! So... ah..." You shiver and thrash twice more, than stop, gasping.

"That was fast," April remarks.

"Yes," Nanako says. "She was probably tired and stressed from being outside for... the time she was. Her body looks like it has more endurance than that." Nanako runs her hands across your shoulder and breasts lightly. "Well, at least we know she can talk, that is progress. Now then... April? This is what you are to do..."

She leads her friend off to the side, and then returns, dragging a cinder block. Standing on it, Nanako looks you in the eyes. She's holding a notebook and a pen. "Do you know what a buttplug is?"

You timidly nod. "Please, please not... not out here... please don't."

"I will take that as meaning 'yes.' April...?"

You feel April's finger press firmly against your sphincter, and then some cold, sticky liquid on the skin around it. She slips the finger in and starts working it in and out, adding more and more lubricant, until you feel her hand pressed into the skin around your anus. "It's in," April says.

"No, please, please don't," you beg softly. "Not here... if someone sees us... please no."

"Now then, here's how this works," Nanako says, caressing your cheek with her palm. "I'm going to ask you ten questions. If you answer all of them, then April here will push a plug up your behind. Got that? If it's not what you want, just keep quiet. Answering all my questions will get you inserted. Now, we need to know what to call you. What is your personal name, or first name?"

You tell her. She jots it down.

"Now, so we can find you later, what is your family name?"

You tell her.

"Third question. So we know more about you, what is your day of birth?"

You tell her. April still has her finger up inside you, and you're trying to figure out why you're still answering. It seems so natural for Nanako to be in charge. Well, you haven't given her anything truly personal yet

"Four. So we can send you instruction, what is your email?"

You tell her. She keeps taking notes.

"Fifth, so we know how to find you, what is your address?"

Your listed in the phone book. You give her the address.

"And what is your phone number in case we need to call you?"

You give her the number, and your cheeks flush with shame. Why are you being so cooperative!?

"Question seven. So we can get ahold of you at any time, where do you work?"

You tell her, without knowing why. You can't reason this away as normal information. This is getting personal and you're still cooperating.

"Eighth one. So we can control you better, what is your worst fear?"

"Someone in my family finding out about this."

"Ninth question, what is your social security number?"

Your eyes go wide. You're not supposed to give that away to anyone! Somehow, you hear yourself giving her the numbers.

"Last question. If you answer this, April pushes the plug into you. What is your darkest secret? Something you've never told anyone."

Last question!? You can't tell her! You just can't! But... it would feel so good... so good to submit to her; to please her...

"When I was in high school, my best friend and I were part of a team of people, moving boxes for the school play. I was alone in one of the rooms, and the door was ajar. I got behind it and pushed it shut just as my best friend was reaching her hand into it. With the doors, you have to push hard to make them latch, so I was pushing hard. The door slammed hard against her hand and broke all four fingers. There were teachers there and they got her to the hospital, so I was able to stay anonymous. Her hand is okay now, but it was in a brace for the Summer, and she missed seeing the play. She still doesn't know it was me."

April takes her finger out. 'Maybe they'll keep this a secret,' you hope. With overwhelming shock and shame, you suddenly feel something soft and cool press against your anus, then start to push up into you. You gasp and breathe deeply, trying to keep your head straight, trying to make yourself think of a way out of this. The plug doesn't hurt going in (April did a good job lubbricating you), but it feels uncomfortable. You shift your weight as much as you can, just to do something. To help, hinder, you don't know, anything.

The pressure builds to a final peak and then eases. Slightly. It's all the way in.