Ending (A)nalgate

Victoria brought up her hand, in it she held a large, purple dildo, having just managed to retrieve it from a certain Daisy Halloran. Meryl's arse was right there, and Victoria saw no reason she shouldn't contribute a little cherry to put on top of the whole sordid scenario. She leaned in, gripped Meryl's left cheek — which sent an electric shock of pain through the poor girl — then shoved the dildo up her backside.

Meryl shrieked as she felt the thing go up her in slow-motion, and in her mind's eye she saw a terrible dream she'd had just a few short hours ago come back to her.

She'd been falling, you see. Naked, and there'd been hot dogs...so very many hot dogs, and when she'd landed...one of them had gone up a certain place. A place she'd always guarded as fiercely as her pussy, if not fiercer, but which had been somehow awakened when Cheryl had fingered it back in a certain cupboard. She felt her worst, most sickening, deep-held fantasy start to come true as the dildo parted her butt cheeks, she whimpered as she felt it sliding in between them, inch after inch. She squealed as that girthy, girthy tip approached her anus, tickling indecently against it and making it dilate to accomodate its sheer size, and her eyes bulged so much she thought they might pop out of their sockets as she stood there, helpless, and felt the thing absolutely bury itself inside her, its entire length breaching the single most intimate place on or in her entire body — in front of the entire assembled faculty and student body, no less!

A perverse smile played on Meryl's lips as a secret part of her rejoiced, her butt twitching and clenching as if in celebration. She was mortified, but her body and a little piece of her mind was almost...relieved? She briefly felt herself go cross-eyed as another electric charge surged throughout her.

As she stood there, legs trembling, the urge came for her to try and speak, explain it away or cry for help, but all that came out was, "Guh...g—guh...ooooooooooooooooh..." the loud, unambiguous moan echoing in the open space of the Campus grounds. She felt a twinge of shame at the sight of her father's face as the pleasure surged through her, and, shifting her weight on the spot, she winced as she felt the rubbery, phallic mass moved wetly around in her anal cavity. Her throat was dry, she was sweating buckets, and the seconds just kept on ticking by. She stumbled and fell to her knees, wincing again as the dildo's tip slid around inside her, using every ounce of strength she still had left to keep her composure while under the scrutiny of all those people.

Her father's face was tinged with revulsion, as he watched his nude daughter go onto all-fours, her tits hanging down in front of her. "Daddy..." she mewled, trying to crawl toward him. The dildo was tight against the walls of her arsehole, and each movement jostled it slightly, sending illicit parcels of pleasure through her body and to her brain. Meryl tried to explain what had happened, that someone had put something up her, and that it wasn't her fault, honest! But no words would issue forth, and so in desperation she slowly rotated on her knees and showed him the problem. Mr Prentiss had to look away, as his daughter presented a pair of cheeks between which there was the base of a large, purple dildo planted. "Good god...you're worse than I thought," he said, rising to his feet and reluctantly going to pick her up. He slung Meryl over his shoulder, flashing her dildoed arse to the crowd, then reached up and, grimacing, tugged harshly on the oversized sex toy. Meryl moaned as the thing slid out of her, clenching her cheeks until the tip of it came free. She let out a sigh of relief, and heard her father drop the dildo to the ground, wiping his hand obsessively on his jacket.

"We're going home," he muttered. "I see now...you need to be fixed the hard way."

Meryl's eyes widened. "The hard way? Daddy? What does that mean?" He gave no response. "Daddy?" She kept on saying it as he carried her away and through the stunned crowd, Victoria watched as Meryl's wide-open anus winked at the gathered students and tutors, putting her hand over her mouth to hide the intense laughter building inside her.

"Daddy? Daddy, please! I-it was all an accident, I don't do these things! I'm not that kind of girl, Daddy! You know that! I'm not that kind of girl, honest! Daddy? DADDY?!" Meryl was distraught as she lay there, her back half distressingly visible, her tits pressing gently into Mr Prentiss' upper back. She was reduced to letting out a series of peculiar, upset squeaks while he brushed through the crowd. Meryl's skin crawled, she felt eyes on her, looking at and up everywhere they could. She shivered, feeling goosbumps rising all over her battered butt cheeks as a soft breeze played over them. Surely he wasn't going to carry her home like this? Surely he wasn't going to continue dishing out the punishment when they arrived? What could be worse than this? What was going through his mind?

Whatever he had in store for her, Meryl knew it couldn't be good, but fear had overtaken her, fear and the forbidden arousal that dildo had woken back up in her. She didn't dare move, didn't dare try to escape...she was stuck, and all those around her would remember this day for as long as they lived, the day she'd been reduced to feeling like a cringing little girl while spread over her father's knees, her nudity complete, her humiliation absolute. Meryl gulped, feeling a miniscule drop of liquid run down her undefended vulva. This had been and was only going to continue to be very, very bad; possibly one of the worst and most embarrassing experiences of her life...so why on earth did she think she could feel a wet spot between her thighs?