Klowee the training dummy/toy

Instead of answering, you open a locker and pull out what looks like a metal stand. You adjust the length of the central rod and screw it into a hole in the floor of your office. Then, you pick Klowee up off the floor and insert it into her, balancing her on top of it.

“Unnhhh?!” she gasps as she feels the cold metal pole push up deep into her vagina. She has to stand precariously on tiptoes with her legs on either side of the pole.

At the bottom of the pole is a short spreader bar and you part her legs to just past shoulder-width and snap the metal cuffs at the ends of the bar around her ankles.

She grits her teeth and grimaces. She’s still standing on her tiptoes, and parting her legs makes her sink further down onto the pole.

“There, now you get to be a training dummy,” you say, “and there’s an added feature here.” You gesture towards the ground.

Klowee looks down, and around the bottom of the pole, just above where the spreader bar connects to it, is an opaque black puck, about the size of a coffee mug. She looks quizzically at it, and then she sees that just in front of it on the ground is a box with a target painted on the top of it.

You reach into the locker and take out a long wooden mallet, brandishing it in front of her. You raise it up…

“Wait,” she says, her eyes widening in alarm as she catches on. She looks at you, at the mallet, at the target on the ground, and grits her teeth bracing for impact.

You swing the mallet, but instead of hitting the target you swing it down into her lower tummy.

“URRRRGH!!” she groans as the mallet sinks deep and low into her stretched out belly, impacting onto her womb.

You follow up with a roundhouse kick to her left side and an upward swing of the mallet into her upper abs and under her ribs that makes her retch.

“HULLLLGPH!!”

You thrust the mallet into her left tit, then her right tit, before swinging it once… twice… three times into her midsection aiming at her navel.

“HURGH! Urgghh… ugh…” Klowee is getting weaker with each hit. Her eyes are half closed, and she has gone limp. Her feet are flat on the floor now, the pole painfully deep inside her.

*Bang!*

You swing the mallet down onto the target on the floor. Just like a test-your-strength game, compressed air amplifies the **** of your blow and shoots the puck straight up the pole. The weighty steel cylinder encased in hardened rubber SMACKS against Klowee’s bare pussy and falls back down neatly into position.

“AHHHHHHH!!! Fuck!!” she cries out, her eyes shoot wide open and her whole body tenses up in agony.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” you say, hitting the target again.

*WHAM*

“AAAAAAHHH!!”

“Pity there’s nothing you can do about it,” you continue, hitting it again.

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

“OOOUUUUHHH?!” she screams. Her hands open and close, her body tenses up, her legs try futilely to draw together. She is totally defenseless against the battering her poor pussy is receiving… And she cums.

*WHAM*

You send the heavy puck up into her crotch again as she squirts jets of fluid onto the floor in front of her.

Her orgasm seems to last ages. You drive the mallet a few times into her lower tummy again to punish her womb and ovaries, followed by a few more direct mallet strikes to her mound. It seems to prolong her climax and she moans and shudders on the pole.

It looks like it will be possible to train this into her after all. Having figured out that she likes being helpless, tied up, and treated like an object, you’ve got some ideas as to what direction to take her training to enhance those things and even what matches you’ll have her do from now on.

“Ok,” you say, “I know what to do with you.”

“Urrhhh… uhh… huh?” she moans softly, looking at you with bleary and exhausted eyes.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun. And for now…”

*WHAM*

“AAAAAAAARGH!!”