"I don't like how you questioned Sam's training of Devney. Perhaps you need some of your own kind of correction. You should show Sam how your ass is stretched."
"What? No, I don't think that's necessary."
I glanced up from my position on the table to see Jake move out of my field of vision. I began moving the plug in and out; it was slippery from the ointment so it moved easily. Would Mr. Bridger force me to continue until I came? What if I couldn't?
"Over the table," Jake told his wife.
Catherine was gently pushed down upon the table and I saw her skirt tossed up over her back. She faced away from me. I was glad; seeing what she was going through would be too intense.
From my vantage point, I could see the pale globes of Catherine's ass and Jake's hands working her there.
Catherine groaned as Jake shifted his hand, worked a cork, like the one Mr. Bridger showed me the day before, from her ass. It was immensely large and I stared at it. How she could have been stretched so substantially was remarkable and had me clenching down.
"Don't stop fucking yourself, Devney," Mr. Bridger prompted me, making me start my hand moving again.
"See how open she is?" Jake asked.
"That's quite impressive, Catherine," Mr. Bridger commented. "I can see so far up inside you."
"Oh," Catherine said quietly.
"May I have a pill from your jar? I need to put one in her so she stays nice and slick for me."
"Jake, please!" Catherine cried out.
"The doctor will be here shortly and he can see your progress. You may close up on your own, if you are able."
"Of course,” Mr. Bridger replied. "The pills are over on the shelf. You may stop, Devney." I removed my hand and placed it back on the table at my side, leaving the plug halfway in.
Quickly, he pulled the plug free and I clenched down hard to close back up, feeling empty. I sighed at the emptiness.
He helped me stand and I saw Catherine's pussy and ass now as Jake returned with the white pill in his hand. Her ass was gaping open in an obscene way that had me squeezing my inner muscles tightly. I could tell by the way the cheeks of her bottom clenched that she was trying to close up, but couldn't. I heard her soft moans, but couldn't see her face with it turned away.
"Now, go and wash up," Sam prompted me. "You know where the washroom is. When done, come back out and we'll get you ready for the day."
I nodded at his words and started walking away.
"Devney, do not come. If you so much as rub your clit in the washroom, you will not be able to sit for a week."
Mortified at the very idea, I flushed hotly. After being alone and keeping everything about myself private for so long, I didn't know if I'd ever adjust to people - virtual strangers - being so intimately involved in all aspects of my life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sam
Jake had been surprised I'd married Devney Jenkins. I was a bachelor and didn't have to tend to a woman's needs as they did, so I only volunteered to go bring the women back to town with Doc and McKenzie. Grant and Cole were both too busy with their wives' training to make the trip. Maura was in heat again. Grant used the special honeymoon pill with extra aphrodisiac to bring it about as he wanted. A husband regulated the dosage so that he could deepen his wife's submission. Once she submitted accordingly, he tapered back, possibly completely. Tessa had been tamed by Cole to only come when she was sucking cock. Catherine, as I'd just seen with her ass gaping open, was being successfully trained by Jake. Devney didn't seem to need a honeymoon pill, only the pill with the added ingredient that prevented breeding. Her arousal was coming about swiftly and intensely all on its own. Based on her need waking her up in the middle of the night, it seemed to be fairly intense.
So when they heard from Doc about my surprise marriage, Jake and Catherine walked over from their house, which was a short distance away. I was glad to see them; it was important for Devney to get used to being around other people, especially after being practically alone for so many years. Being a Bridger didn't allow for much privacy, since the women were almost always in some kind of training, or in need of correction or just a good fuck.
Her first full day as my wife would not be an exception. It was important to show my dominance right from the start. Devney had heeded my warning and returned quickly from the washroom. I was just buttoning her blouse at the back when
Doc knocked. Jake let him in. Devney quickly turned around to shield herself from the man's eyes, even though he'd seen every inch of her body the day before.
"Turn around, baby, and greet the doctor," I whispered in her ear.
She shook her head. "This blouse. It's indecent."
I moved around and looked down at her. She wore a pale pink blouse, cut so that her breasts were completely exposed, the front designed so that the fabric wrapped beneath the breasts and around to button at the back. Her corset only lifted her breasts. It didn't cover them. Her skirt was long and black. She looked perfect and I was very pleased. "It's not indecent. It allows me to see your pretty breasts. Your blouse is just like the one Catherine's wearing." I stroked my finger over the top of one round globe and flicked a nipple. She gasped at the contact.