Chapter 8
The sex life of Marina Cockerham and Helen Markham became increasingly deviate as the summer progressed. As Marina's tan got darker, her sex life became kinkier.
About a week after Aunt Helen first whipped Marina, the little girl was out swimming in the pool. She did not bother to wear a bathing suit at all.
Marina was skinny-dipping. The water felt good on her bare ass cheeks which seemed to always be covered with bruises of one sort or another.
Sometimes Aunt Helen used a leather strap to beat Marina's ass. Sometimes she used the crop, and sometimes she used a wooden paddle.
Aunt Helen had told Marina that there was a cat o' nine tails in the house someplace, but the older woman had never allowed her niece to see it or taste the pain of its bite.
Marina was swimming laps up and down the pool trying to work the soreness out of her muscles when she heard the little bell at poolside ring.
This was a system that Aunt Helen had worked out to summon Marina from the pool without having to go outside. Ever since Aunt Helen had started beating Marina the older woman seldom left the house. She even sent servants out to do her shopping for her.
Once the bell rang Marina hopped out of the pool and dried off as well as she could quickly. She knew that Aunt Helen could get very mad if she dawdled. The last thing in the world Marina wanted to do at that moment was get Aunt Helen pissed off.
"Marina, I would like to explore some new ground," Aunt Helen said.
"You know I want to try everything there is to try," Marina said.
"That's why I want to introduce you to the pain and joy of ass fucking."
"Ummmmmmmm," Marina said. This was the best idea she had heard in a while.
"I will not be whipped today?" Marina said hopefully. She had not gotten turned on by the whippings again after the first time. She was always sore and she felt as if she would die one day from the abuse if she allowed it to continue like an addition.
"No, not today. But your bowels will have to be purged before you get buggered," Aunt Helen said.
"I'm afraid that I don't know what that means, Aunt Helen," Marina said. There was an expression of confusion on the little girl's face.
"Come upstairs with me to the big bathroom and I will explain what I am talking about. You see, Marina, you must have your bowels washed out before I bugger you. I assure you that it will be more comfortable for both of us if this is done," Aunt Helen said.
"Okay," Marina said. She still wasn't exactly sure what Aunt Helen was talking about, but it didn't sound too bad. They went up the stairs together to the bathroom.
Aunt Helen closed the bathroom door securely behind them. She told Marina to stand in the bath tub with her feet as far apart as she could get them.
Aunt Helen instructed the little girl to lean forward at the waist and to put her hands on her knees. Marina did this. Her ass raised up in the air. Her pussy was getting wet
Aunt Helen then produced a large black rubber enema bag. The bag was big enough to hold many quarts of water. The older woman filled the bag to the brim. She told the little girl that every drop of that water was going to be pumped up Marina's ass, and she was not to release a single drop of the water until the bag was empty. She was not to release the water until Aunt Helen gave her permission. Marina was never to do anything unless Aunt Helen gave her permission.
Marina thought that the enema bag looked like a hot water bottle except that it had a long hose dangling from its base. At the end of the hose was a nozzle designed to fit deep up inside the girl's butt. Aunt Helen filled the bag to the point of overflowing with steamy water. Marina could see steam rising from the top of the bag. Aunt Helen attached the bag to the pole that held the shower curtain. She pointed out to Marina that there was a clamp on the hose to prevent any of that steamy water from dripping out through the plastic nozzle prematurely.
"I can't hold all of that water," Marina said, panic in her voice.
"Of course you can, it will just take courage," Aunt Helen replied.
"But you will make me explode with all of that water."
"You may, indeed, feel as if you about to explode," Aunt Helen said.
"I don't know how. I don't know. I never know," Marina said.
"You will have to shit worse than you have ever had to shit before. You will want to shit right from the very first and that urge will only get greater. You will beg with me to let you release the water but we are going to do this slowly. We are going to make your torment last."
Aunt Helen ran the palm of her left hand over Marina's ass cheeks. There were still welts and bruises on those buttocks from Marina's most recent whipping.
Aunt Helen massaged those ass cheeks and then pushed her long red fingernails into the crack of those buns.
She dug her fingertips into the flesh and then pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as they could go. Marina was shivering with fear by this time. Her knees felt shaky.
Aunt Helen grabbed the base of the hose between her right thumb and forefinger. She raised the nozzle to the cleavage between
Marina's parted milky white ass cheeks.
Aunt Helen ran the tip of the plastic nozzle up and down the crack of Marina's ass and the little blonde whimpered every time the syringe touched the mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum.
Aunt Helen then paused with the tip of the nozzle pressing right against the little blonde's ass-hole. Aunt Helen rammed the nozzle deep into Marina's ass with a single flick of her wrist.
Marina could feel the tip of the nozzle pushing right past her tight sphincter muscle into her colon. Her ass-hole gripped at the base and locked the tip inside. Marina could tell that it would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle out of her ass-hole now that it had been deeply inserted.
Aunt Helen wasted no time getting things started. She removed the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to start flowing into Marina's bowels.
Just as the beautiful black-haired woman had predicted, Marina felt a great urge to shit the water immediately back out. But the little blonde knew that that would be a very bad mistake indeed.
Marina discovered that she had to keep her ass-hole tensed while relaxing the muscles astride her colon and her bowels simultaneously.
Marina could feel her bowels stretching. She felt the pain. Then she felt the cramps. She looked down and she could see her belly bloating outward. She shivered. Her body became covered with gooseflesh. She was soaked with sweat. She didn't even make a sound. She concentrated every ounce of her attention on retaining that water. Her sense of time became elongated.
It seemed to take forever but the bag finally emptied and Marina had done it. She had taken all of the water and she had held it. Aunt Helen could see that the little girl's strength was about to give out. The black-haired woman felt a moment of compassion for the girl who had great courage. Aunt Helen decided to take her niece out of her misery. The woman pulled the syringe out of Marina's ass-hole and told the little girl that it was okay for her to release the water. Sweeter words, Marina figured, she would never hear.
Marina immediately relaxed her exhausted ass-hole. She clamped down on all of her internal muscles. Her ass-hole opened very wide. Her anus then blustered noisily and violently. Marina could hear her ass-hole making the loudest, wettest farting noise she had ever seen. The little girl shot the stained water behind her into the tub. The bathroom instantly began to reek with the scent of Marina's inner bowels. Neither Aunt Helen nor Marina minded the odor. They rather liked it.
Aunt Helen ordered Marina to clean up the filthy mess she had made. After delivering this order she told Marina to report to her in the master bedroom when she was through.
Marina almost gagged a couple of times as she cleaned up the tub and herself but she managed. Marina could feel a tingling of desire in her ass-hole that was stronger than anything she had known before. She could feel the pleasure creeping inward from the mouth of her rectum to fill her tight tubular sphincter muscle. Her ass-hole knew that it was about to be fucked. The desire would soon spread into her colon and her bowels, just as the first few droplets of enema water had during the initial stages of her purging.
Marina dried herself thoroughly before reporting to the master bedroom. When she arrived she could see that Aunt Helen was already wearing the thick black rubber dildo around her hips. Marina realized that the same dildo that popped her cherry was going to be used to give her ass-hole its first reaming. It seemed appropriate.
"You will get on your back. I am going to fuck your ass while we are face to face," Aunt Helen said.
"But how is that possible?" Marina asked. The little girl didn't know very much about sex positions. Doggie-style was one of the few she knew by name. That was why she requested it from George, because she wanted to sound like she knew what she was talking about.
"You will lift your legs high in the air and swing your feet over my shoulders. I'll just lean forward and get the dildo up your ass a little at a time. Now, I need something for lubrication. Ah yes, I have some K-Y Jelly in my dresser drawer."
Aunt Helen fetched the jelly. Marina got on her back on the bed. She lifted her legs in the air and drew her knees toward her just just as she had when Aunt Helen had gone down on her for the first time.
Aunt Helen flicked the metallic cap off the plastic jar and pulled Marina's ass cheeks apart. She slapped cool jelly onto the girl's hot, hot ass-hole.
Aunt Helen used her middle finger to push some of that jelly inside her ass.