Self-inflicted

Bobby looked thoughtful at Raoul's words while Earl worked at the straps securing her hands. At last the tight straps came loose, freeing Rachel's numb hands. She was torn between trying to relieve her poor privates or pull out the gag in her mouth.

"She wants to masturbate!" Raoul chuckled.

Earl echoed the chuckle as her numb hands flopped down to her skirt, ignoring her as she then raised them to futilely try and grip the underwear. The strap in his hands gave him an idea he thought Bobby would like and he worked at shortening the strap until it was just two ends tipped by small but very strong alligator clips.

"Guess she'd better get cleaned up," Darryl said, pointing her to a door.

Rachel groaned as she struggled upwards. Her poor pussy and ass twinged with her movements, and shifting let her aching breasts feel the weight of the dress pulling on them. She shuffled awkwardly towards the door, opening it to find a small bathroom beyond.

When the door closed behind her she leaned on the sink, feeling weak and woozy, her hands finally woken up enough to support her. As the tingling intensified she gritted her teeth, gingerly straightening, feeling fluids leak from her as she waited out the tingling pain.

At long last she reached up to her mouth, pulling out the briefs, so often saturated by **** but now saturated with only her saliva. She stared at herself in the mirror as she pulled them out, moaning at the relief of having her mouth empty. The sight of the underwear coming out of her mouth made her moan in an entirely different way, the sight somehow sending jolts of arousal through her.

The feeling was confusing, given the aching of her body parts and she distracted herself by turning to the task of cleaning herself. Immediately she ran into a problem in the form of there being no paper towels. Eying the underwear she improvised, using it to blot at the cum, but found that with it being so wet it wouldn't absorb anything.

Sighing she used it to smear the cum at her breasts over the two orbs, then wiped it tentatively between her legs, shocked to find her tender holes were just that. Holes. She dropped the underwear, not noticing it splash into the toilet, and carefully poked a finger up herself, front and back. A second went in easily before she felt the walls of her rectum. She added a third and felt a feather-like touch of pussy-lips. Like an automaton she added a fourth, fascinated and shocked to find that there was no resistance to it in her pussy while her asshole gave only token resistance.

Without thinking about it she put down the toilet lid before sitting on it, hunching over, and lifting her legs for easier access. Her elbows held her legs out of the way as she put back four fingers from each hand into each of her slack holes, feeling once again how little they resisted. She wasn't sure if it was shock or the **** or maybe just the need to find out how much would fit and how much resistance her holes would offer. She curled her fingers, tucking her thumb amidst them, and within each hole formed a fist.

"Oh," was all she could say, and moaned at the feeling of her small hands effortlessly embedded in her two holes. "I'm ruined," she whispered, moaning again as she jiggled them, feeling sore but a morbid fascination prompting her to see how far she could go.

Rachel was entirely unaware of the small sounds she made, the slurping of fluids as she slowly moved her hands back and forth, feeling the pains of the self-inflicted punishment mix with a strange erotic feeling that grew within. She didn't stop to analyze it, just kept pumping mindlessly, not thinking about whether she might cause additional damage, or if she was enjoying it. She wasn't really thinking at all.

She'd been fisting her own holes for well over a minute when she was surprised.