The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 21, Section 12, Steph & Beka: Worship Penny & Coco’s Pictures (Day 17), The Cosmos Admire Steph & Beka: Elle Begs to Lolly ¶ Babs and Tiffany, Robyn and Kimju, Molly, and Elle form a semicircle around the two bowed Cosmos who worship the Baseboard Strippersheads, hands, elbows, knees, and feet on the floor. Robyn directs the hovering cam to showcase Steph and Beka’s exposed hanging tits and raised asses. The two hemlines, riding high above one stern tunnel and one borehole, display a satchel partly hidden behind some soft shag and a bare beaver with butched bristles above. The Prefecture may have witnessed much of this terrain in Days gone by, but today, for the first time, Steph offers her stern upwards. Steph clenches her teeth as she focuses. {Penny Poontang and Coco Cunt. I just need to get through this.} ¶ Steph feels the fat rectal thermoprobe deep inside, {penetrating my sewer,} but she cannot see what the Cosmos and Cam see: the gleaming end of the long shiny buttplug sticking out her stern tunnel and wagging in the air. ¶ Beka’s borehole appears empty. None of the Cosmos except perhaps Boss Babe saw Rodney’s recent Peacock Cam feed. Some assume the passageway has been forgotten about, some assume it will soon be plundered. Elle’s experience at the Corvette House makes her suspect Beka’s borehole might contain an egg-shaped suppository inside. {Something to melt and enter the body from the exit way.} Elle swallows. {No way to feed Beka and me.} ¶ Steph and Beka continue to softly chant, “Hot hot hot. Titters and twat. 98.6 in my anus.” Both gently rotate and quiver their upraised buttocks, and both constrict their rectums. No pushing out. ¶ Beka can barely control her desire, and she breaths deeply. Her boobies sway, her berries crinkle and indent, and her box secretes heavy, thick brodeas that has ozed like a bead of white honey all the way down to puddle on the floor. ¶ Beka’s lack of control worries Elle. {It’s one thing that Beka’s exhibitionism gets her wet, but she’s also getting too willing. It’s one thing I might have to lolly her up, but I don’t need to vagflash or beg to be a Stripper next Term. Some Gamers just watched whatever happened to her, just like some Gamers have watched me at the Corvette House.} ¶ Babs finds herself at a loss for words, but Tiffany seizes the moment; she applauds and emphasizes with Beka’s quivering frustration, “Gamers say there is nothing sweeter that a Pledge who wants to climax but isn’t allowed to. You can taunt and tease Kundalini, and Kundalini taunts and teases back. Coil muscle, build yet harness energy, and manage release. And be release managed.” ¶ Steph rotates her upheld and plundered stern. Steph’s smoo might be slick and show more than one line, but Steph struggles that no more secretions seep out. {One drop already is one drop too much.} Automatron wirelessly fine-tunes the thermoprobe and lets Steph stay slippery but not sluice. Babs touches her hand to her mouth. ¶ Robyn, ever the ringmaster, directs the hovering Cam to pan across the four Cosmos Pledge standing about. “Thanks to Steph all of you get to keep your legs apart 24x7. But only Steph and Beka enjoy a monopoly on offering sanpan spread views. Sphincter and slit; borehole and brim.” Robyn laughs. ¶ Robyn steps back from the semicircle, and Babs doesn’t stop her from letting the Cam try to sneak a moment to record her Black Bikini. Underwire bra and nombril. BB nods and smiles. {Bling! Navelage 24x7.} ¶ Robyn faces the four Pledge, curls her lips, and gestures to indicate the two kneeling Pledge. “One of these Pledge needs to shed one garment, and the other needs to shave off her pussy hair,” Robyn snorts. “That way they can both be bare, and trot their one piece to the Nugget next Term.” Robyn cackles at the bowed worshipers. Steph grits her teeth; Beka feels the urge of liquid brimstone between her legs. ¶ Robyn taunts the group of standing Pledge, “Actually, during {The Runup,} maybe more of you will shave off your pussy hair!” ¶ Babs watches a ripple of uncertainty pass through the four Cosmos. {Tiffany naked and slowly fingering herself, Kimju and Molly topless and buttage, Elle still wearing her halter and ripped shorts. Plus me in my Bling Bra Bikini.} ¶ Tiffany raises an arm in the air. “Wait a minute, Robyn.” She drops her hands and traces the waistline of her stretch slacks, absent at this moment. “I’ve already offered to shave off the hair that shows {above} my waistline, but I’ll stay naked and shave my entire twat!” Tiffany knows at this moment she commands the Cam and seizes an opportunity to pink and finger dip. She adds, “I’ll cream and climax for real.” ¶ Molly rushes toward opportunity and raises her stakes. Topless Molly’s panties remain twisted and pulled into her mooe, and Robyn cams hairage to both sides of the yanked-up fabric. Molly appeals to Babs as Robyn wanders behind her to collect the yanked-up panti