Jenna Improvement Program Ch. 10
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS DEPICTED ARE FICTIONAL AND ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
Author's Note: This one has been locked in the chamber for a while, sorry that I'm only now posting it. I appreciate the support (and patience) from readers. I like to be upfront about contents, so this chapter has a little bit of everything seen in previous chapters: humiliation, exhibitionism, piercings, feet, enemas, anal, and a little more piss. If you are new and like what you read, you can check out the earlier chapters of Jenna's exploits (if you haven't already). As always, the story is fictional and fairly unrealistic. Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER 10
"Before we continue, I need you to assure me that you are ready for what is to come," said Dr. Truce. His 18-year old patient, Jenna Trane, looked up at him with big eyes. The redhead sat stark naked in an orthodontist's examination chair, the word "WHORE" written on her forehead in red, and her pierced 32A tit's covered in her doctor's semen. The only accessories she had on were a silver ankle chain...and a butt plug. Her mouth was sore from the new braces the doctor had just put on her, including a cumbersome Forsus appliance. Well, sore from the braces as well as the intense throat fucking he had just given her. What more could he have planned?
In an effort to improve her confidence and get laid, Jenna had entered into an agreement with Dr. Truce. By subjecting her to various sexual humiliations, Dr. Truce had promised to raise the girl's confidence and to help her lose her virginity to an actual boy. The theory (or so he claimed) was that by embracing the humiliation, Jenna would eventually stop caring what people thought about her at all. The pinnacle of a confident young women. In practice, while Jenna had become more sexually free, Dr. Truce had only found new ways to humiliate her. Worse, Jenna found that she wanted the humiliation. It helped get her off. She was still coming to terms with this shameful realization.
So here she was, covered in an older man's cum, terrified that another patient might walk past her cubicle at any point. And yet, despite that fear, all she could think about was how much she wanted to rub Dr. Truce's sperm into her petite breasts. Then she thought about eating it off her own tits. Then she felt embarrassed by her own whorish thoughts. Her freckled face turned a shade of red closer to her long fiery hair. This had been the cycle the last three days. Dr. Truce would sexually humiliate the teen, she would resist in embarrassment, then the embarrassment would turn her on and cause her to do something kinky, which would push Dr. Truce to humiliate her further, and repeat.
"This boy that you are going on a date tonight with, Sean is it?" Dr. Truce asked. Jenna nodded silently. "I haven't met the boy. But I do know teenagers. And I know he asked you on your date after he sold you this." The orthodontist tapped his finger on the plug protruding from Jenna's teen asshole. In big letters it read, "DUMB SLUT." Two tiny chains hung off the plug that had previously clipped to Jenna's labia, holding her pussy open all day. Now, the chains hung uselessly between her legs.
"A boy like that will have plans. My job now is to not just make you physically appealing to him, but to prepare you mentally for whatever he might ask you to do. Remember, tonight, your desires don't matter. Tonight, you want what he wants. Whatever he wants."Dr. Truce paused, evaluating his young patient. Jenna could feel his eyes passing over her nubile body, sizing her up. Asking the same question she was asking herself: Are you ready for this?
"To prepare you, then, I will be pushing you deeper into you humiliation training than you've ever been before. But only if that's what you want. So I ask you: are you a girl, or are you a pervert?" Jenna opened her mouth to answer, then paused. She could feel the Forsus springs stretch uncomfortably in her mouth. A little reminder of Dr. Truce's influence over her. Her eyes flicked past her doctor to the entrance to the cubicle, still unable to forget that she could be caught naked at any point. Her head was telling her to run, to put her clothes on and leave and never return. But her loins begged her to stay. Even though it made her ashamed to admit it, she loved the power Dr. Truce had over her. And the results were undeniable. She had had the best orgasms of her life the last few days, and she was about to go on her first date. All thanks to Dr. Truce. She looked down at the ground.
"I'm a pervert." She whispered.
"Excellent." Dr. Truce smiled down at the girl. "Let's get you ready for your date. Step one, we're going to need to get that clothing out of your ass." Jenna had totally forgotten that she needed to add "thief" to the list of names that described her now, alongside "dumb slut" and "pervert". Yesterday at the mall, her friend Maria had forced her to steal a micro bikini at the mall by stuffing it up her butt. She had tried to retrieve the clothing this morning during her shower. The attempt was unsuccessful. The thought of how deep the doctor was going to have to go to find it now made her extremely nervous. She shifted uncomfortably. Behind Dr. Truce, Jenna saw the shadow of yet another person walking past the cubicle. But this one paused, just out of Jenna's sight.
Please don't look in, please don't look in. She prayed. Luckily, her prayers were answered. After a moment, the shadow disappeared. Jenna wondered how long her luck would hold out. She sent up another quick prayer, just to be safe.
Distracted by prayer, Jenna was caught by surprise when Dr. Truce slid the young girl's hips close to him and swiftly shackled her wrists to the the arm rests of the examination chair. With her arms trapped, she couldn't stop him from grabbing a slender bare foot and pressing it towards her body. Jenna's knee bent, pinning her leg against her sticky chest. Dr. Truce quickly dropped a velcro loop over her knee and pulled tight, binding her thigh and her shin together. Jenna had seen something similar once when she had accidentally watched a pet-play porno. In the video, the leg binding had forced the poor girl to walk around on her knees and elbows like a little puppy bitch. Dr. Truce lashed the excess velcro material to the arm rest as well, then repeated the process on her other leg. She was left splay legged and bound to the chair. She looked up in fear of what Dr. Truce had planned next. He understood the questions.
"Don't worry, Dumb Slut. This will just make it easier to open you up for inspection." He said calmly. With her arms and legs bound, Jenna couldn't stop Dr. Truce when he grabbed the thin chains dangling from her ass plug and pulled hard. Her asshole stretched painfully to make way for the plug's widest part. It pulled free with a a quiet "pop". Dr. Truce admired the gape as the ruined hole struggled to close. Luckily, Jenna was young and pliable, and her teen butthole soon closed back up tight. Dr. Truce smiled his approval and stuck the plug into the girl's mouth. "Hold this for me will you?" He joked. Jenna gagged on the sudden, unexpected taste of her own ass.
Dr. Truce wasted no time beginning his work. Reaching into a nearby cupboard, he produced a large silver speculum, a green plastic ring, a long piece of thin plastic tubing, and a bottle of lube. Jenna gulped. The speculum looked particularly intimidating. Looked like a silver duck head with two handles branching off at a right angle from the duck's bill. Held up to the light, Jenna was able to see that it was about 5 inches long. On closer inspection, it wasn't quite a duck bill: it had three prongs, close together to form a single elongated cone. Dr. Truce slowly dripped it with lube from the bottle, then positioned it in front of Jenna's puckered asshole. Despite herself, the redhead tried to squirm away. The bindings tying her to the chair kept her firmly in place. Realizing the futility, Jenna attempted to calm herself. She had taken things up her butt before, she could take this. Now was her chance to impress Dr. Truce with her progress.
She drew in a helpless sharp breath as the cold, sticky metal forced into her anus. Dr. Truce kept pushing until the duck's bill was entirely seated in her rectum. He squeezed on the speculum's handle. The three prongs pulled apart, forcing Jenna's ass open. With each squeeze, Jenna could feel her poor butthole pull wider and wider. An uncomfortable pleasure soon gave way to pain. She felt like she was going to be torn open. The young girl tried to relax, telling herself she had nearly taken a fist, she could handle a speculum. But Dr. Truce seemed set on pushing her to the limit. He continued to crank her open wider and wider. Finally, Jenna couldn't take any more. She spit out the butt plug and cried out, "Please! No more!" The buttplug slid through the semen on her chest before sticking briefly below her left breast. The semen wasn't sticky enough, and the plug was too heavy. It slowly slid off her chest and clanged to the floor. Jenna could feel the office's air-conditioned air blowing into her gaping asshole. Dr. Truce bent over and stared into her anal cavity. She was spread to a good three inches. He could easily stick two fingers into her without touching the edge of her sphincter. Jenna pulled feebly at the restraints, but remained trapped and spread eagle in the chair.
"We're still going to need this." Dr. Truce said, reaching down to grab the now semen-soiled plug. "Let's try to keep it clean this time." Knowing what was expected, Jenna opened her mouth. Dr. Truce popped the plug back into the waiting hole. This time the plug was salty on her tongue. In order to make sure the plug wouldn't fall to the ground again, Dr. Truce grabbed the clamps at the end of each chain and roughly pinched them onto Jenna's pierced nipples. The girl moaned, but kept the plug in her mouth. She was disappointed in herself. She had wanted to please Dr. Truce, to show him that she could be a good slut and handle any humiliation or degradation he could throw at her. But instead, she hadn't even made it through the first toy he had brought out before begging him to stop.
How does he do this to me? She thought to herself furiously. He makes me want my butt opened wider! How dumb am I?
Dr. Truce next grabbed the green plastic circle. It looked like a glow ring from a rave. It had about a 10 inch diameter. What Jenna hadn't noticed when Dr. Truce first brought it in was that it also had six short bungee cords running through the ring, spaced equally around its circumference. A wooden clothespin was attached to the end of each bungee cord. They hung limply off the ring like a perverse children's mobile. Jenna had never seen a device like this before, and she wondered where Dr. Truce was going to clamp it on her. She soon found out.
"Your pussy lips are pretty small, but I can't risk anything getting in the way of my work." The doctor explained. He knelt down between his captive slut's legs and began to gently caress her mound. His fingers ran softly along her slit, causing the restrained girl to shiver with anticipation. She secretly prayed he would stick a finger in and finally let her cum after all of this teasing. Instead, he positioned the ring around her opening. Pinching with his fingers, he grabbed her left inner fold and pulled out as far as it would go. With dexterous fingers, Dr. Truce attached three of the clips to the delicate skin. Jenna bit down harder on her ass plug, fighting back tears as he manhandled her lips. Dr. Truce released his grip, pulling the bungee cords taught. He repeated the process on the other side, then stepped back to admire his work. The ring encircled Jenna's gaping fuck hole, pulled wide open by the clothespins. Jenna had never felt so vulnerable. Gaped this way by ring and speculum, Dr. Truce could easily see in to her cervix and deep into her asscunt. Tied as she was, there was nothing the poor thing could do to hide her shame.
Next Dr. Truce moved to her clit. He carefully lifted its protective hood with his finger, revealing the teen's sensitive nub, He pulled out a small, clear plastic tube, about three inches long. The tube nestled perfectly around Jenna's clitty. With a small pump, Dr Truce removed the air from the tube. Each pump created more suction on Jenna's trapped pink flesh. Jenna's eyes grew larger as the doctor continued to pump. The suction felt incredible as it stretched her clit. Each pump caused a mesmerizing tug, but also strengthened the vacuum, which in turn increased the blood flow to the region, making it even more sensitive. Jenna's clit slowly grew, filling in the space of the tube, until it was nearly an inch long. Dr. Truce removed the pump, leaving Jenna's erect clit distended into the tube. He gave it a little flick, sending a shiver through the girl's body.
"Oooooo..." Jenna moaned. Then snapped her mouth shut. In addition to Sammy, hygienists and patients flooded past the open entrance to Jenna's cubicle. If even one of them happened to glance her way, she would be caught for the Dumb Slut she was. Trussed up with her legs tied and her holes gaped open, Jenna wouldn't be able to hide herself. The realization terrified the girl, forcing her silence. She quivered in fear, resuming her prayer that she wouldn't be caught. Dr. Truce laughed, recognizing the look of fear in the submissive girls' eyes. And yet Dr. Truce still wasn't done. He grabbed the long plastic tubing next. It was several feet in length, curled in a large loop, and about an 1/8th of an inch wide.
"Tonight, you'll go on your first date. Your desires will no longer matter. What you want is what your date wants. What's the boy's name again? Sean? Tonight, you'll be Sean's Dumb Slut." Dr. Truce lectured. He rubbed lube on the tip of the tube as he spoke. Patients and nurses continued to bustle past the cubicle behind him. Jenna silently nodded her understanding.
"Toilets are for people." He continued. "You're not a person anymore, you're a Dumb Slut. We don't want you to interrupt your date with Sean tonight by having to go to the bathroom, so I'm giving you a catheter to relieve yourself." Jenna realized the green ring not only gaped her pussy, it also gave the doctor easy access to her tiny urethra. He gently massaged the outside of the teen's peehole with a dab of lubricant. Despite herself, Jenna moaned loudly when Dr. Truce inserted the tube into her. He slowly pushed it up and in towards her little bladder. Jenna bit down hard on the buttplug, desperately trying to stifling further noises. With the cubicles of the office so close together, she didn't want to draw attention. But she had never had something stuffed so fare in there. It hurt, but was also strangely arousing. After a few inches, Dr. Truce felt resistance. With a twist of pain, he pushed past the resistance, seating the catheter deep in Jenna's bladder. Yellow piss filled the tube, dribbling out onto her chest at the other end. Before she could protest at the mess, Dr. Truce placed a small clamp on the end of the tube, stopping the flow. He then grabbed a syringe and attached it to a nozzle on the tube that Jenna had not noticed before. He carefully plunged the syringe, and Jenna felt an odd expansion in her bladder.
"I've just filled a balloon inside you with saline. It will make sure that the catheter doesn't fall out. Don't think about trying to pull it out yourself, you'll need to empty the balloon before it will come out. It stays in for the rest of the day." He explained.
Jenna looked puzzled. Didn't catheters normally come with bags to collect the pee? Dr. Truce seemed to anticipate her question. "You don't need a bag. You'll use your mouth. I know you like the taste of piss, this way you can provide your own supply. Now suck." He removed the clip and stuffed the end of the of the catheter into her mouth alongside the butt plug. Jenna could taste her own piss dribbling into her mouth, mixing with the semen. She obediently swallowed, then took a long swig. The catheter was a long straw, allowing her to drink her own piss straight out of her bladder. It was the naughtiest, dirtiest thing that she had ever done. But far from grossing her out, it only made her hornier. Followed by the shame of being turned on by her own piss. Followed by more horniest. A vicious slut cycle. She could feel her juices dripping from her stretched pussy down into her gaping asshole. It felt incredible.
Jenna was surprised by how much urine she had been holding in. She kept sucking, and it kept coming.The plug in her mouth made it difficult to keep a tight seal on the straw. Her lips made a loud schlucking sound, as if she was trying to draw up the last mouthfuls at the bottom of a milkshake. Jenna's eyes flitted up to Dr. Truce, seeking approval. She had failed the test of stretching her asshole, she wanted to make sure to pass the piss drinking test. Dr. Truce smiled, but continued his work. He pulled on a pair of latex rubber gloves. He reached for a long pick on his instrument table. He chose a long metal tool with a hook on the end. It was usually used to press on teeth, searching for soft spots. But it would also work well fishing for clothing in Jenna's ass. Dr. Truce pulled up a stool and repositioned a light to illuminate Jenna's insides. The teenager watched on, helpless as the menacing tool disappeared into her asshole. She felt nothing, she was spread so wide by the speculum that the pick easily passed deep into her rectum. With a twist of his wrist, Dr. Truce hooked the pick around the strap of the microkini wedged deep in Jenna's butt. Now Jenna could feel it. The microkini rubbed along the inside of her rectum as Dr. Truce slowly pulled out. He tossed the suit onto her semen streaked chest, then slowly pulled off the rubber gloves.
"That was in deep. And it wasn't even my idea. You really are a dirty girl, aren't you?" Jenna looked down and away, but said nothing.
Dr. Truce reached next for some cotton wipes, rubbing alcohol, and a bottle of purple nail polish. The purple matched her new braces. He sat back down between Jenna's legs and removed the last of the chipped old paint from her toes. Cupping one tiny foot, he carefully applied purple polish to each little toe. It was a surprisingly delicate procedure, considering the discomfort he had just put his teenage captive through. It almost felt... loving. But the thought immediately disappeared when Dr. Truce paused to spit a giant loogy into the girl's stretched asshole. He laughed to himself, then resumed his work. Soon Jenna's toes sparkled a clean royal purple. The choice must have been intentional. Strapped and ravaged as she was, Jenna felt the furthest thing from royalty. She was a thing. A nothing, meant only to be enjoyed by her mentor. And, god help her, she longed to do more to please him. In spite of, no... because of the degradations.
Having finished with her feet, Dr. Truce moved to Jenna's hands. The skin on her wrists were pink from the tightness of the straps that bound her to the orthodontist chair. Her hands were even whiter than usual. Jenna had been so focused on the stimulation between her legs, she hadn't noticed that she barely had feeling in her hands anymore. She did her best to extend her fingers to allow Dr. Truce to apply a coat of purple polish to each nail.
"We still have more work to do, I'll be right back." Without another word, Dr. Truce stood and walked out of the cubicle. Jenna waited, restrained, spread, and horny. She was reaching the end of her bladder, there was barely anything left to drink out of the catheter. For the first time, she looked around the room. Aside from the naked teenager tied to the chair, the cubicle looked like a normal orthodontist's work space. Somewhere in the drawers, Jenna knew there were compromising pictures of her from the previous days. She assumed there would be more added today. Outside the cubicle, Jenna realized that the office continued business as usual. Sammy walked by with a patient in tow, then another. How long was Dr. Truce going to take? The straps holding Jenna in place were starting to get uncomfortable. All it would take would be one sideways glance from a patient and Jenna would be caught, every hole spread open with "WHORE" written in red on her face. She imagined a cute young boy, straggling behind Sammy on his way to an appointment, slowly turning his head and seeing her naked, cleanly shaven pink pussy, her newly painted purple toes. How would he react to seeing her, trussed up and spread, covered in semen and drinking her own piss? All he'd have to do is read the plug in her mouth, the writing on her forehead. He'd think she's a Dumb Slut, ready for service. Maybe he'd step into the cubicle, slowly at first, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He'd start slowly, unsure of himself. A gentle caress of her leg, maybe a little feel of her breast. He'd finger the little tube tugging on her clit. She'd close her eyes and moan, helpless to stop him. As the boy would recognize this was indeed real, he'd become more bold, touching her in her exposed wetness. Inserting a finger into the first real vagina he'd ever seen in person. He'd begin to unzip his pants, daring himself to stick it into the young wet cunt before him. Unsure if he should remove the speculum or if it was possible to proceed while leaving it in. Jenna was breathing heavier as she imagined the anonymous intruder. Her jaw was sore from holding the plug and the catheter in her mouth. Drool slid out the sides of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her neck. Just another part of her body that now glistened with moisture under the office lights. She imagined the boy leaning in to kiss her, slowly sliding inside her, the first real boy to do so...
The darkened entrance to the cubicle snapped Jenna from her day dream. Disappointingly, it was not a cute young boy, but Dr. Truce, returning with a large bucket and a giant syringe-looking device with a small plastic nipple on the tip.
"We'd better clean you out, just in case Sean decides to fuck you tonight. In this bucket is a saline solution. I'm going to inject as much as you can take. You are to hold it for as long as possible. When you can't hold it any longer, I'll let you go to the bathroom to evacuate. Do you understand?" Jenna nodded her head to acknowledge the instructions. Dr. Truce closed the speculum in her butthole and slowly pulled it out. Jenna could feel her own heart beat in the throbbing of her sore sphincter as the speculum pulled out, finally giving her some relief. Jenna wanted to reach down to feel if she had remained gaped, but it was impossible with her hands still tied. Besides, Dr. Truce had already begun inserting the massive syringe in place of the speculum. She could see the water filled all the way to line marked "500 ml".
Does he really think that will fit inside me? Jenna though. She watched in fear as Dr. Truce pushed down on the plunger. The odd sensation of rushing liquid filled her colon. Jenna immediately wanted to let it out, but she obediently kept herself clenched, fighting to keep everything inside. Dr. Truce refilled the syringe and injected her again, and then again. Jenna squirmed uncomfortably. Her abdomen was starting to bulge slightly, inflating with all the liquid. Dr. Truce inserted the syringe again and pressed the plunger home. Jenna now had 2 liters of liquid in her anal cavity. The building pressure caused her to panic. Her restraints rendered her attempts to escape useless. Dr. Truce inserted another 500 ml into her rectum. Jenna whimpered in resignation as water finally began to dribble out of her useless asshole.
"Hold it in!" Dr. Truce commanded. He slapped her inner thigh. Jenna's creamy leg immediately glowed pink from the abuse. Jenna clenched as hard as she could and the dribble stopped. At least, for now. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hold it in though. Luckily, Dr. Truce looked satisfied. Dr. Truce placed the syringe back into the bucket. Then, he pulled out his cock and gently stroked it as he watched Jenna fighting to hold in her enema. He reached out to tickle his captive's clit, a task made easier by the green ring gaping her cunt open, though he did have to be careful of the tube protruding erotically from her piss hole. To the poor girl's shock, the slight brush across her tender nub nearly sent her over the edge. The redhead closed her eyes to let the glorious sensation wash over her. She was extremely sensitive at this point, and the bodily twitch caused by Dr. Truce's playing nearly let the contents of her intestines spill out. With intense effort, Jenna was able to retain her composure and enjoy the feeling of her orthodontist flicking her bean without soiling his floor. Or moaning. Through the ecstasy, Jenna noticed Sammy walking back and forth past the cubicle to lead patients to their chairs. If Jenna made too much noise, she risked alerting those strangers to her compromised situation. Though truth be told, she liked the idea of just Sammy joining in.
At last, Jenna couldn't take it anymore. A small dribble of clear liquid seeped out of her asshole and splashed on the floor. The girl clenched down hard and looked fearfully up at her orthodontist. Her eyes begged him to release her from her predicament.
"Oh dear, it looks like you've made a bit of a mess." Dr. Truce said mockingly. He pressed down on her swollen abdomen. Jenna shook her head back and forth furiously, begging the doctor to stop. "Do you want to let it out?" He asked mockingly, kneading his fist on her stomach. Jenna nodded up and down as hard as she could without pulling the chains on her nipples.
Finally, Dr. Truce removed her restraints. "Run along to the restroom, you can clean the floor when you return. It's down the hall to the right." Jenna jumped out of the chair to her bare feet. She had completely forgotten about the green plastic ring holding her cunt open. The jump pushed her thighs on the ring, pulling the clothespins hard on her lady bits until they snapped off painfully. The ring hung awkwardly on the catheter protruding from her peehole. Meanwhile, the semen on her chest wasn't quite strong enough to keep the microkini glued to her tits. It fell to the floor alongside the small enema puddle. Jenna skirted around the puddle and peaked her head out of the cubicle. Her heart was pounding. Whether from arousal or fear, she couldn't tell. The coast looked clear. About 30 feet away she saw the sign for the women's restroom. The hall was lined with other cubicles, presumably the one's Sammy had been taking patients to all morning. With a deep inhale through her nose, Jenna took off at a sprint for the end of the hall. She prayed she was quick enough to make it before anyone else entered the hallway. And fast enough that onlookers from the various cubicles wouldn't be able to tell that the blur running past their cubicle was actually a naked, semen covered teenager with an ass plug and a catheter in her mouth, nipple clamps, pumped clit, and enema liquid streaming down her legs that she was desperately trying to hold in. Dr. Truce smiled as he watched her tight ass bounce up and down along with the hair piled on top of her head. Her purple nails flashed brilliantly.
Jenna returned to the cubicle when she had finished in the bathroom, utterly defeated. The sprint up and down the hallway was worse than any walk of shame she could have imagined. The young girl struggled to retain her positive outlook. She reminded herself that the humiliation was intentional. That Dr. Truce was training her to be comfortable and proud of herself no matter what situation she found herself in. She raised her head a little, trying to fake some confidence.
"Did it all come out clear?" Dr. Truce asked. Jenna slowly shook her head no. "Then it looks like we'll have to go again." For a second time, Dr. Truce filled Jenna's teenaged asshole with saline. And for a second time, Jenna ran down the hall to the bathroom, praying not to be seen. As fatigue set in, Jenna's second trip was much slower than the first. Not yet slow enough for someone to get a good look at her (at least the wretched teen hoped), but not the sprint she had taken on her first trip. As she drew close to the bathroom door, she reached out with a sigh of relief that she'd made it. The relief was premature. A short figure unexpectedly turned the corner in front of Jenna and slammed into the poor creature. The girl fell hard onto her naked ass. She left a wet streak on the linoleum as she slid to a halt. Jenna opened her mouth in surprise, letting the butt plug swing down and dangle from her clamped nipples. She looked up in terror to see who she had collided with, then let out a sigh of relief to see it was only Sammy.
"Don't worry, I'll wipe that up. Almost clean?" Sammy said cheerily, pointing to the wet streak the redhead had left on the floor. Jenna nodded dumbly. Then, she popped her catheter and plug back into her mouth, scrambled to her feet, and scuttled into the bathroom. When Jenna returned to the cubicle, she noticed the wet spot on the floor was gone. Now safe in the cubicle with Dr. Truce, Jenna could still feel her heart pumping. The receding thrill of danger and the fear mixed into a potent cocktail. It had two effects. First, any fear or doubts she might have had preparing for her first date were gone. After what she had just done, she felt like she could take on the world. Second, she was now incredibly horny. With her ass cleaned and clear, she wished Sean was there right now to dabble in a little anal action. But that would have to wait. Jenna climbed back into the orthodontist chair and put her legs up in the stirrups as she had been before. Dr. Truce smiled at the simple act of submission, spreading herself for him without being asked. Nevertheless, he had other plans for her.
"We'll need to leave your limbs free to move to dress you," he explained. He helped the nude girl out of the chair. Unsure of what to do, she stood legs akimbo and locked her fingers behind her red hair. Her pumped clit stood at attention in front of her.
Dr. Truce's first move was to switch out the teen's nipple piercings. He carefully released the clamps attaching her tits to the butt plug in her mouth. Her pink buds were flat and tender from the compression. The doctor painfully massaged them back to life, then unscrewed the balls on the nipple rings. Before putting in new jewelry, he rubbed a clear gel over each nipple.
"It's a compound of my own design," he explained. "It greatly speeds the healing process and protects new piercings from damage. What would normally take weeks or months is completed in a few days." The gel felt weird on Jenna's nipples, like icy hot. It produced a simultaneous numbing and tingling sensation. The feeling drove Jenna crazy. It took all her power not to start rubbing herself immediately. Dr. Truce noticed her reaction.
"I've been told it also has slight aphrodisiac properties, though I've never tested it on myself to know." He said casually. Next came the new jewelry. This time, instead of rings, Dr. Truce passed small barbells through each nipple. The balls on the end of each barbell were the same color purple as the polish on Jenna's fingers and toes. They were super cute, in Jenna's opinion.
While Jenna fingered her new jewelry, Dr. Truce handed her long sleeved white top with a round neckline. The shirt had slight textured ribbing running vertically down and a neckline that showed just a hint of clavicle. Jenna removed her long ginger hair from its bun pulled it through the neck hole. The luscious locks cascaded down in fiery red rivulets. Dr. Truce helpfully held the girl's catheter while she dressed. The shirt was a perfect fit. Clearly, Dr. Truce was as talented a tailor as he was an orthodontist and tattoo artist. All and all, it was a surprisingly tasteful look... until Jenna noticed her purple nipple piercings peeking poking through two holes in the shirt, just big enough for the tips of her budding nipples to poke through.
So much for tasteful. Jenna sighed.
Next up was a green plaid skirt with a bib in front and straps in the back. An overall skirt. Jenna stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to her pussy, but was forced to stop when she came to her catheterized pee hole. Dr. Truce pulled the tube from her mouth and passing it down through the skirt, removing the green plastic gape ring as he did so. The skirt hugged tightly against her boyish hips, pressing down on the clit pump in the front. Jenna struggled to focus on dressing, but the torture to her nub was extremely distract. The bottom of the skirt was extremely short, much in keeping with Dr. Truce's usual tastes. It barely covered her pussy in the front. In the back, it hugged tightly to her petite ass, leaving the bottom of her bare cheeks just peaking out.
Jenna pulled up on the overall bib to cover the nipples peaking out of her shirt, then reached behind her to pass the overall straps over her shoulders. When she went to button the straps to the overall bib, however, there were no buttons to be found. In the place where buttons normally were on an overall dress, Jenna instead found a pair of metal grommets shaped like the Greek letter phi: a circle with a vertical line through it. Similarly, the metal loops on the straps that normally would have been rounded in order to hook onto a button instead outlined the letter phi. Jenna struggled for a moment, then looked up helplessly at Dr. Truce.
Without a word, Dr. Truce reached out and gave her left nipple a hard twist until the purple barbell piercing was vertical. He passed the girls delicate nub through the grommet on the overall bib, and then through the metal loop on the strap before releasing. The pierced nipple snapped back to its normal horizontal position. The shape of the grommets, and the width of the piercing, kept them from pulling back through the holes. Jenna's nipples were the buttons for the dress! Dr. Truce repeated the process on the other side. Jenna's perky, glistening nipples (now a little redder from the pinching) shined brightly through, holding the overalls in place. To the casual observer, it would just look like the overall dress had pink buttons with purple decorations. But the close observer would plainly see her bare nipples proudly peaking through.
"Pull up your skirt." Dr. Truce ordered next. Jenna hiked the skirt up to just below her small tits, exposing her pale creamy stomach and pierced belly button. The clit pump flicked erect, free from the tight skirt's restrictions. The naval piercing was a little white stud with a black arrow pointing down to her pussy. Dr. Truce removed it, replacing it with the bar she had bought at Claire's at the mall with Maria the day before. It had a red stud, and two little hearts that dangled on short chains from the stud. The hearts were actually bells. They tinkled quietly as Dr. Truce attached the jewelry. When he was finished, Jenna modestly went to pull her skirt back down.
"Leave it." Said the doctor, grabbing her by the wrist. "I still need to cover your pussy." Jenna hadn't expected Dr. Truce to allow her any underwear. A pleasant surprise. She hoped it would be something cute for Sean. Instead, Dr. Truce produced a complicated contraption of metal and leather.
"This is a chastity belt." He explained. Jenna sighed. What should she have expected? From the front, the belt looked like a large T. The waist band was made of black leather with an inset metal band. The crotch strap, though more complicated, was made of similar materials and detachable. Dr. Truce placed the waist band around her stomach, just above her pierced belly button and pulled it tight. Jenna inhaled as deeply as she could. The belt cinched tighter. Dr. Truce pressed the metal studs through the band's holes to secure the strap. As a final step, he passed a small key lock through the side of small hole through the stud, locking her in place. The piercings bells dangled just below the belt, tinkling softly. Even if Jenna somehow was able to slide the waist belt down over her hips (which would have been impossible, given how tightly it was on), she still wouldn't be able to do so without tearing out her piercing. Jenna was already petite with a 22 inch waist, but with the belt she was down to a 19. It almost gave Jenna an hour glass figure.
Next Dr. Truce went to work on the strap hanging down between Jenna's legs from the back of belt. Like the waist band, it was made of leather and metal. But unlike the waist band, the strap had a thin slit running along most of its length. Dr. Truce produced a massive looking purple dildo, at least 7 inches long and 2 inches across. In place of a wide base, however, it had a tiny threaded bolt. The dildo fit on the inside of the strap with the bolt passing through the slit in the belt. Dr. Truce reached up to grab the "DUMB SLUT" plug still in Jenna's mouth.
"Bite down." He said. Jenna did as she was commanded. With her teeth holding the butt plug in place, Dr. Truce carefully unscrewed the base, leaving only the dirty bulb in Jenna's mouth. The "DUMB SLUT" base now screwed on to the base of the purple dildo, securing it in place to the strap. It was important that Jenna's name tag follow her wherever she went. Dr. Truce walked back around to Jenna's front to look her in the eye. Without saying a word, he reached down between her legs. Jenna felt the massive purple dildo positioned between her cheeks at the entrance to her ass. Still looking her in the eye, Dr. Truce yanked up hard on the front of the strap, ramming the purple intruder home into her unlubricated sphincter. Jenna's eyes watered, but she was able to control herself from screaming. With the toe of his brown loafer, Dr. Truce pushed up between Jenna legs to make sure the dildo was all the way in. The girl was astonished that she was able to take the whole thing! She could feel the full length of it plumbing the depths of her bowels. Her knees began to feel a bit weak. Not from pain, but from arousal. Being at the complete mercy of the doctor, letting him stick foreign objects into all of her holes, was turning her on. Jenna marveled again at the depths of depravity she was exploring. She reached back and ran her hand along the length of the leather strap now spreading her ass cheeks, holding the big toy in her rectum. It felt naughty and humiliating and sexy all at the same time. She couldn't wait to see what was next.
"You're going to want to sit down for this next step." Dr. Truce helped her back into the chair, careful to lift the catheter and the remaining parts of the chastity belt so they wouldn't get caught as Jenna sat back down. He grabbed the tube still vacuumed onto her clit and pulled. Jenna watched as her poor button stretched longer and longer until the seal finally broke and the tube came loose. Free of its prison, her clit was red and engorged and totally erotic. Her pussy was seeping wet, begging for the good doctor to touch her more.
Instead, Dr. Truce pulled out another dildo. This one was about the same size as the purple toy in her ass. It was green and had clear studs running along the outside. Like the purple dildo, it had a metal bolt at the base that the doctor passed through the slit in the chastity belt's strap. He then grabbed a matching green ring with a threaded hole and spun it in to place on the base of the dildo, securing it tightly to the strap. The doctor than rubbed the tip of the green dildo along Jenna's pussy opening. Juices seeped down her legs, inviting the toy into her body. The doctor was pleased. Her slut training was coming along excellently. Jenna moaned and opened her legs wider. She gently moved the catheter line out of the way to grant the toy full access to her cunt. Dr. Truce carefully pushed the green monster up into her vagina. The feeling of the studs pressing along her inner walls was divine. When it was half way in, Dr. Truce paused and reached up to remove the other end of the catheter from Jenna's mouth. He carefully passed it through a small hole in the front of the chastity belt. This allowed Dr. Truce to push the green dildo all the way home. The leather belt pressed tightly against Jenna's vulva. She felt full with the massive plugs now in her back door and pussy. The way they rubbed against each through her thin inner walls drove the girl crazy. Dr. Truce passed the catheter line sticking out of the chastity strap out from under the skit. With a small plastic clip, he clipped the catheter just above her bar nipples onto one of the dress's overall straps. It looked like a brooch. The clip had the letters "DS" on it. Dumb Slut.
"This clip holds the catheter tube shut." He explained. "Piss will fill the tube up, but will not be able to flow out unless you remove the clip. Until then, it will just fill up your bladder. When you're ready to release, just remove the clip." Jenna briefly thought about asking what would prevent her pee from leaking out the sides of the tube where it entered her body, but realized it was a silly question. The tube had stretched out her tiny urethra so much, there was no space for the piss to slip between its inner walls and the plastic tube. Jenna nodded her head in understanding. She looked down. The front strap on the chastity belt had a small hole that allowed her enlarged clit to poke through. The opening was lined with a metal ring, cut to look like two hands pulling outward. The ring nestled between the tops of her lips, pull the the flesh out of the way to allow just her swollen clitty to poke through, proud and bright red. To Jenna's surprise, the strap ended just above her clit. On a normal chastity belt, the strap would have extended all the way up to the waist band, where it would have been padlocked to prevent removal. Instead, Dr. Truce had used two delicate chains to attach the crotch strap to the studs on either side of the waist band. That would help keep the strap from falling down and releasing her plugs, but it wouldn't prevent her from removing them herself if she chose. But Dr. Truce seemed unconcerned by his oversight. He quietly continued his work.
He dabbed his finger into the ointment he had placed on her nipples and rubbed it on the swollen clit sticking out of the front of the chastity belt. It felt divine. Jenna let her head fall back and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. It was erotic thinking about how stuffed she was, with all of her parts covered up except for her most sensitive part, bared for all the world to see. Jenna's ecstasy ended abruptly. Searing pain shot through her clit, pain so intense that she passed out.
When the poor girl came to, she was completely disoriented. How long had she been out? She looked around. The walls of Dr. Truce's cubicle were the same, but the doctor was gone. She was still in the chair, her legs still in the stirrups. The overall dress was still rolled up, the chastity belt and her clit still on view. It must have only been a couple of seconds, she thought to herself. Until she looked down. The pain had been caused by another piercing, courtesy of the good doctor. There was a small, horizontal piercing straight through her clit. The piercing itself turned out to be a small, golden lock hanging off her clit. Jenna now realized what would keep the chastity belt on. The lock was bigger than the clit opening in the belt. She wouldn't be able to remove the belt without removing the lock piercing first. As the clit pump wore off, the tender nub had tried to retract back to her body, but the piercing kept it pulled to full extension. Two small chains were welded to the bottom of the lock on either side of the key hole. They passed down between her legs, through the ring in the green dildo nestled in her pussy, and clipped to the "DUMB SLUT" anal plug.
There was another change too. On her bare pubic bone, in the gap just above her clit but below the belt's waist band, there had previously been a wispy tuft of red hair. Now a new tattoo had replaced the hair. In large, black letters it read, "DUMB SLUT" to match her plug. Jenna realized that she must have been unconscious for longer than she realized. The piercing and tattoo would have taken some time to complete. Both areas were extremely sore, but not as bad as she might have thought they would be. The tattoo glistened. The miracle ointment Dr. Truce had placed on her nipples and clit were also covering it, helping to speed the healing process and reduce the pain. Dumb Slut. It was the same phrase that had made Sean notice her in the first place at the jewelry store. With luck, it would be the ticket to finally losing her virginity tonight. Dr. Truce liked to treat her like a slut, and Jenna was realizing she was very good at being a slut. She was even starting to like it. Although it would not have been her first choice for a first tattoo, it was a fitting one.
Dr. Truce reentered the room. "Oh good, you're awake! Jump down, we have just enough time to put your shoes on before your date." The green ring on the end of Jenna's pussy plug caught the edge of the chair as she slid off. Working like a little sex lever, the ring caused the dildo deep inside her to flip forward inside her. Jenna gasped as her bare feet hit the floor. The sudden G-spot stimulation nearly made her knees buckle and she grasped the chair for stability. When she finally recovered, she tried to straighten up. This caused the dildo to shift back to its original position. In addition to the incredible sensation of the dildo wiggling inside her, the movement caused the ring to scrape along the chains connecting her pussy and ass plug. The vibrations ran along the chains straight to her newly pierced clit, sending her into a new round of convulsing ecstasy. Every minute movement caused something to move and vibrate. Jenna realized this would be her world for the day. Every step, every subtle motion of her ass would cause a wave of sensation and vibration, reminding her of her imprisonment and submission. And pushing her closer to orgasm.
Dr. Truce knelt down and took one dainty foot into his hand. The "shoe" was unlike anything Jenna had ever seen. At first glance, it looked a bit like the "barefoot sandals" she had seen some Indian women wear at their weddings. A barefoot sandal was really a piece of jewelry, an ankle bracelet with a single jeweled cord that looped around the middle toe. Dr. Truce's version came with a 5-inch long heel attached to the anklet! First, the doctor slipped her foot through the anklet and placed the loop around her middle toe, pausing only momentarily to remove her previous ankle chain. The ankle chain was attached to a wooden L-shape, which in turn had a thin stiletto-style heel protruding from the bottom. Dr. Truce gently cupped the heel of Jenna's foot in the wooden L. It had the effect of arching her foot up, as though she were wearing a pair of heels, even though this footwear had no sole. Dr. Truce finished by tightly binding Jenna's ankle and heel to the L-shaped piece with white straps. He repeated the process on her other foot. Jenna wobbled on her new "heels". From her arches to the tips of her toes, her feet were completely bare. But her heel itself was perched precariously atop a thin stilletto.
The purple toe nail polish was striking against the white of the ankle bindings. Her toes reddened slightly from the pressure on the balls of her bare feet. After securing the ankle bindings, Dr. Truce carefully attached the white strings that he wrapped in a crisscrossing pattern up her calves, up past her knees, and tied them in a bow in the middle of her thigh. He repeated the process with the other leg. As he finished, he was unable to help himself and gave a little tug on her chains. Jenna moaned in pleasure but was able to keep her feet, despite the five inch heels. Dr. Truce reached up and rolled the overall skirt down. The Dumb Slut tattoo disappeared first, followed by the pierced clit, and finally the bottom of the chastity belt. In the back, the soft curves of her ass peaked out just below the skirt. The green ring on the pussy plug, though, was clearly visible peaking out from below the skirt, as were the chains running through it. Dr. Truce next went behind the girl. He gathered up her long red hair and skillfully tied it into two French braids running along her skull and down her back.
"And finally, the accessories." He said, moving back in front of her. He placed a simple, knit beret on her head, green to match her dress. Then he pulled out a small pendant and attached it to the ring on her collar. Jenna looked down at the pendant. It looked more like a dog tag. It said, "CUM ON ME" in bejeweled letters.
"You're ready for your date." Dr. Truce said, smiling, He gave Jenna a small spank as she wobbled out of the cubicle on her new heels.
- Dr. Truce reassured Jenna, "Don't worry, Dumb Slut. This will just make it easier to examine you thoroughly."
- The Jenna Improvement Program's Chapter 10 continued with Jenna's obedience training, which involved wearing a butt plug with "DUMB SLUT" written on it.
- As part of her humiliation training, Jenna was required to drink her doctor's urine, a kink she found oddly exciting.
- During the appointment, Dr. Truce added more piercings to Jenna's body, including a nipple piercing and a labia piercing, enhancing her exhibitionism.
- In preparation for her date with Sean, Dr. Truce planned to push Jenna even further, encouraging her to explore new levels of degradation and obedience.