Chapter 9
That night, as Mistress Marjorie tried to get to sleep, she did something that she tried never to do. She thought about her past.
Her incestuous past.
The beautiful woman thought back to the days when she was in her early teens, and she was more little girl than she was woman.
And she remembered that she was almost constantly ashamed. It was bad enough that she couldn't seem to think of anything other than sex-sex with both boys and girls-but she was also a bed wetter. This latter fact greatly annoyed Marjorie's mother.
Marjorie's full name was Marjorie Kramer.
Mrs. Kramer, her Mommy Dearest, was a cruel bitch. Mommy Dearest and Daddy Darling were suited for one another. She was a lazy sadist and he was a drunken sadist.
Since Marjorie was an only child, she took the brunt of most of her parents' sadism.
Marjorie recalled the night that Mommy Dearest snuck into her room in the middle of the night and slid a hand up under the covers to see if the sheets were wet.
Unfortunately for little Marjorie, the sheets were soaked with cold urine.
Mommy Dearest didn't know it, but she was about to teacher little girl some of the dominatrix tricks that would make the little girl a millionairess by the time she was twenty-three.
The lights went on.
The sheets were ripped off the bed and Marjorie woke up with her tummy filled with butterflies and her heart in her throat.
"Get out of bed."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Into the bathroom."
"I'm sorry, Mommy Dearest."
"Sorry isn't enough."
Sony was never enough.
"You are getting purged."
"Please, no, Mommy Dearest."
"You haven't been properly toilet-trained-well I'm fucking going to toilet-train you," Mommy Dearest said with an evil hiss.
"Please, don't purge me. Don't purge my fanny again. It hurts. It hurts so much," the little girl wailed, futilely.
Mommy Dearest paid no attention to her daughter's screaming protests, and Daddy Darling-being drunk and all-slept through all of the commotion.
"You are getting an enema, young lady-whether you like it or not," Mommy Dearest screamed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," the little girl screamed, kicking. Mommy Dearest had to slap her daughter repeatedly across the face to keep her from physically struggling any further.
Mommy Dearest dragged the little girl into the bathroom and made her remove her flimsy pink nightgown. Marjorie's nightgown had been very short and sheer.
It barely covered her ass and the dark outline of her nipples was visible right through it. Mommy Dearest liked looking at her daughter naked.
She got incestuous sexual kicks out of it.
She liked hurting her virginal daughter, especially in an intrinsically sexual manner.
The little girl stood before her Mommy Dearest every bit as naked as the day she was born.
"Into the tub."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Face the shower nozzle."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Jack-knife at the waist and place your palms flat on the tiled wall in front of you."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Spread your fingers a little further apart you naughty bed wetter," Mommy Dearest exclaimed.
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Push your feet as far apart as you can get them in the tub," Mommy Dearest said, with an evil smile.
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"That's it. Spread them. Press your anklebones against the sides of the tub," Mommy Dearest said.
"Yes, Mommy Dearest," her teenaged daughter replied.
"Now-for the enema," Mommy Dearest said. She was grinning toothfully, not even trying to hide her glee from her daughter. Marjorie was fully aware that Mommy Dearest was getting kicks by abusing her in this manner. Marjorie figured that Mommy Dearest probably jerked herself off thinking about the ass purgings she administered upon her black-haired offspring whenever the virginal teenager wet the bed.
Mommy Dearest crossed the bathroom and threw open the lid of the dirty clothes hamper. With her right arm she reached into the hamper all the way to the bottom.
She found what she was looking for and pulled her hand back up. She had the black rubber bag.
The little girl thought that the bag looked very much like a hot water bottle. The major difference was that there was a long hose dangling from the bottom of this bag.
The little girl turned her head to one side, craning her neck, so she would be able to see what her nasty Mommy Dearest was doing.
The woman had the bag in the sink and she was rinsing it off. In retrospect it seemed very odd to Marjorie.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell thought it strange that she would want to grow up and be a dominatrix bitch.
The buxom professional dominatrix thought it most peculiar that she would want to grow up and be just like her Mommy Dearest.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-Mommy Dearest?" the little girl asked.
"Yes?" the evil woman answered without looking back.
"How much water are you going to put in the bag?"
"You foolish little girl. You don't know, do you?"
"No, Mommy Dearest," the little girl said nervously.
"Why, I am going to fill the bag to the brim."
"But my bowels c-c-c-c-can't hold that much."
"We are going to have to see about that," the woman said.
The little girl could see that there was a metallic clamp on the rubber hose and she knew from experience that that clamp was there to keep any of the water from flowing out through the nozzle prematurely.
The little girl could see that the plastic enema nozzle was a solid four inches long.
She could see that the nozzle was easily long enough to be correctly termed a syringe.
The enema nozzle also had a peculiar shape, which made sense if you thought about it.
The nozzle was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base. There were several holes at the tip of the nozzle to allow the water to flow out.
The nozzle's tip was designed to push right up past the little girl's sphincter muscle.
The thick tip of the plastic syringe was supposed to push right into the little girl's colon.
The little girl's asshole-in turn- was supposed to grip desperately at the skinny base of the plastic syringe-thus locking the tip inside. She knew from experience that it would take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of her asshole after it was deeply inserted. Marjorie's high anxiety was enhanced by the fact that she felt as if she were ready to have a bowel movement anyway.
The little girl could feel the muscles in her legs getting weaker with each passing second.
The muscles in the little girl's shapely gams felt as if they had magically and suddenly been transformed into so much stale ginger ale.
Her knees were getting shaky-and the little girl was not at all sure how much longer her legs were going to be willing to support the weight of her body.
"Mommy Dearest?"
"Yes?"
"How hot is the water you are going to put in the bag?"
"Steamy hot."
"Scalding?"
"Almost."
"Oh my."
"It works best when it is hot."
"It hurts the most when it is hot, Mommy Dearest."
"That's one viewpoint, I suppose," Mommy Dearest exclaimed.
"Don't make me take all of that water, Mommy Dearest."
"And give me one good reason why not, bed wetter."
"Because you will m-m-m-m-m-make me explode."
"I don't think so," Mommy Dearest said nonchalantly.
"The punishment is out of sync with the crime."
"The punishment is in sync with the punisher."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. The little girl could feel her heart becoming heavy with her near-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness and despair.
"I am going to make you feel like you have to shit worse than you have ever had to shit before. Yes, you are going to feel as you are going to explode. You will pray to die rather than hold the water another second longer. You will beg me to let you shit, but I will not let you shit. I am going to make you hold the water until you feel as if you are going to pass out from the horrible pain."
"Mommy Dearest-"
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"Let's get started," Mommy Dearest said. She had filled the bag. The little girl could tell that her Mommy Dearest had been telling the truth about the water being plenty hot. The little girl could see the steam rising from the top of the bag.
The evil older woman attached the full enema bag to the chrome overhead pole-the pole that supported the plastic shower-curtain.
The woman allowed the hose to single downward freely at first. None of the water was going to leak out through the holes at the tip of the nozzle because of the metallic clamp that was holding the hose closed.
The woman lightly caressed the little girl's buttocks, and Marjorie could tell that she was being touched in a way a Mommy Dearest was not supposed to touch her little girl.
The black haired teenager could feel herself getting a little sexually aroused as her own mother sensuously caressed her silky smooth fanny cakes. The little girl suppressed this incestuous horniness with all of her might for it filled her with guilt unlike any she had previously known.
"Ready?"
"I guess so."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"That's better."
The woman dug her left fingertips right up into the crack of the little girl's ass. She pulled those dark round buttocks apart as far as they could go.
"Relax your colon."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Tense your asshole."
"Yes, Mommy Dearest."
"Don't panic."
"What if I fail?"
"You will have to try again and again," Mommy Dearest said.
"Until I get it right?" the little girl inquired.
"That's right, you filthy bed wetter," Mommy Dearest said.
Mommy Dearest ran the blunt tip of the plastic enema syringe up and down the entire length of the black-haired little girl's ass crack. Mobed the tip of that nozzle all the way from the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of the virginal teenager's ass to the inch-long patch of hypersensitive mucous membrane in between the little girl's asshole and the base of her unused cunt.
The little girl whimpered and whined each and every time the plastic tip of the enema syringe made direct contact with the slightly swollen mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum.
This was something that Mommy Dearest could not help but notice. She stopped moving the nozzle up and down when the tip was poised right on the little girl's completely hairless pink asterisk of a bung hole.
The older woman then snapped her surprisingly strong wrist and drove the syringe up inside that fanny hole. The little girl could feel the syringe pushing right up past her sphincter and into her colon.
She could feel her anus desperately gripping at the skinnier base of the plastic syringe-just like it was supposed to.
Mommy Dearest wasted no time getting things started.
Mommy Dearest gave the hose a little tug just to make sure the nozzle was locked inside the way it was supposed to be.
It was.
Mommy Dearest then immediately removed the metallic clamp from the long rubber enema hose.
In this manner the amateur dominatrix allowed the water to start flowing into the girl's ass.
Marjorie's entire body jerked violently when the water first touched her inner colon.
The teenaged virgin could feel how hot the water was. It was hotter than steamy. There was actually a frightening moment or two when the little girl thought the insides of her bowels were being scalded by the water-but this did not turn out to be the case.
Naturally enough, the little girl's first instincts were to shit the water right back out-but she knew from experience that this would be a very big mistake.
The little girl managed to relax all of the muscles astride her colon while keeping her asshole closed as tightly as she could get it.
Her bowels filled.
The pain struck.
Her sweat ran cold.
Mommy Dearest laughed.
The little girl could feel her lower abdomen bloating outward as her bowels filled. She could feel horrible cramps ripping through her mid-section.
The little girl was glad that she was already in a jack-knifed position at the waist because she knew her horrible cramps would have only forced her into that position anyway.
The little girl's still-growing but already-large breasts looked even bigger than usual, because the force of gravity was in their favor, in their favor one-hundred percent.
It seemed to the little girl like it took an eternity, but she finally managed to take all of the water up inside her asshole.
She was bloated.
Ready to pop.
The little girl could feel her knees shaking worse than before. Mommy Dearest didn't seem in any particular hurry to pull the plug on her diminutive daughter's bung hole, in spite of the fact that the enema bag was empty and the little girl was full.
Finally, however, the cruel older woman did pull the plug. She pulled the plastic enema syringe out of her daughter's asshole every bit as quickly as she had originally inserted it.
The mouth of the black-haired virgin's rectum tugged out and sway from the rest of the cleavage between her buttocks before the thick tip of the syringe popped free-with an audible popping sound.
"You may release the water now, Marjorie."
"Thank you, Mommy Dearest," the teenaged virgin replied.
The little girl figured that these had to be the sweetest words she had ever heard.
Marjorie wasted no time relaxing her asshole for the first time in what seemed like a million years. Simultaneously, the diminutive virgin clamped down as hard as she could on ail of the muscles straddling her colon and her inner bowels.
She could feel her asshole opening. Her bung hole opened very wide.
Her nether eye opened until it was gaping. And then her asshole blustered violently and the little girl could hear herself making the loudest farting noise she had ever heard.
The farting noise was so loud that both the little girl and her Mommy Dearest could hear it echoing off the tiled walls of that suburban bathroom.
The water came shooting out of the little girl's asshole.
The water gushed outward and splattered the white tiled wail behind her. Her asshole looked as if it were doing a perfect impression of Old Faithful at showtime.
The little girl tilted the tub with stained water.
The little girl could smell the room instantly starting to reek with the scent of her inner bowels. Under ordinary circumstances this scent would have been considered most unpleasant-but there was nothing ordinary whatsoever about these circumstances.
These circumstances-if you want to know the truth-were extraordinary in every sense of the word, and the truth of the matter was that both Marjorie and Mommy Dearest rather liked the scent, the raw aroma, of the virginal teenagers stinky brown enema water.
The little girl's knees refused to support her any longer at that moment and she collapsed into the bottom of the tub. She rolled around in her own shit water until she was covered with the stuff, until her long black hair was soaked.
Mommy Dearest was no fun.
Neither was Daddy Darling.
What Daddy Darling did to the little girl was even worse.
She remembered that night too, just as if it had been yesterday. It had been a Friday night, in the spring.
Marjorie had been feeling particularly horny that night. She figured that just about everybody was hornier in the springtime at least a Little bit than they were during the rest of the year. It was like T.S. Eliot said, April was the cruelest month.
That spring, Marjorie was a virgin in every sense of the word.
She had never even been on a date. She had never been been kissed passionately.
She didn't even know what an orgasm felt like. Well, she couldn't do anything about the first two, not without a boyfriend, but she could do something about the third.
She had made up her mind on that fateful night that she was going to touch herself in an impure manner for the very first time in her life-and she was not going to stop her initial masturbatory session until she had found out what all of the fuss was about.
She would have locked her bedroom door, but she could not.
The truth of the matter was that the little girl's bedroom door did not have a lock. Up until this time the little girl had never needed a lock. She had never needed privacy.
Her folks rarely walked in on her without knocking anyway-so the little girl decided that the odds were against her getting caught, especially if she stayed underneath her covers while she was diddling herself for the first time.
The little girl got naked.
She got in bed under the covers.
She began to stroke her nipples.
She rocked back and forth.
She began to pant. She noticed immediately that everything felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Her heart pounded. She pinched and pulled at her nipples. She could feel her cunt getting swollen and wet. She stretched her long legs out in front of her toward the foot of the bed. Her extraordinarily long toes were tightly curled under.
The little girl was shifting the weight of her lower torso from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.
The little girl could tell that she would soon be making a wet spit on her sheet because of the juices that were oozing from her chaste cooze. She stroked her belly. She stroked her practically bald mound.
Indeed, the little girl's mound was even balder when she was in her early teens than it was when she was a full-fledged adult.
The little girl stroked up and down the insides of her thighs with the tips of her fingernails. Even back in those days she had long fingernails that were painted a dark red color to go with her olive complexion and black hair.
She stroked her cunt lips.
She had an urge, to cry out.
She bit her lip to stifle her seemingly inevitable cry of pleasure. Mommy Dearest and Daddy Darling were downstairs watching the color television in the livingroom.
She began to stroke her outer lips.
Her inner lips.
She touched her asshole. THAT felt a lot better than she thought it would. The little girl had never even considered her asshole an erogenous zone until she touched herself there almost by accident in a sensuous way.
The little girl massaged herself right to the edge of ecstasy and then touched her clit for the first time. She diddled herself until her muscles were all tensed and her breathing was so hard and fast that she was hardly breathing at all.
The little girl could feel herself pressing downward against the bed with the balls of her feet and the back of her head. She arched her back sharply and lifted her tensed ass cheeks right up off the bed. She arched herself so severely that she looked like a bow that was ready to shoot an arrow.
Unfortunately for the little girl her Daddy Darling was walking down the hall at that very moment, on his way toward the upstairs cabinet to get a fresh roll of toilet paper.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the little girl screamed, while Daddy Darling was right outside her door.
Daddy Darling was drunk.
And he was in a mean mood. A mean and horny mood.
Daddy Darling's first thought was that the little girl was in pain, but then he recognized her exclamation as one of pleasure-and he successfully put two and two together.
He threw open her door and stood in the doorway like a bear. She had never been so frightened in her entire life.
"You little slut."
"Daddy Darling, I-"
"You fucking whore."
"Daddy Darling-"
"You little tramp."
"I'm sorry."
There were tears in her eyes.
"I suppose you have been putting out for every boy in town, and that's where you got a taste for touching your own pussy, huh?"
"Not true."
"You calling me a liar? Virgins sure as hell don't masturbate-that much I know for sure," Daddy Darling said.
"But I AM a virgin. I never even touched myself before, not until just now," she said.
"Liar," the man said. He slapped his little girl repeatedly across the face.
Marjorie could see stars before her dark brown eyes. He had struck her so hard and so often that the little girl found herself temporarily dazed and confused.
The man told her to stay where she was while he went to fetch some rope. The little girl didn't have the slightest idea what her Daddy Darling wanted rope for-and she had a sneaking suspicion that she didn't want to know.
"You been giving it to all of the other boys, well, you are gonna give it to me too," Daddy Darling said. The little girl's bed came with four bedposts at the corners which made it perfect for Daddy Darling's bondage purposes. She was to be bound and then she was to be fucked.
By her own father. The shame of it all.
It hurt to remember these things. She was tied spread-eagled on her back, much in the same manner that the grown woman would bind her male sex slaves.
Then Daddy Darling's hands went for his black leather belt. The little girl did not want to watch, but she could not help herself.
Some sort of morbid curiosity held her gaze fixed on Daddy Darling's crotch. She could see that there was a big bulge in the crotch of her father's trousers.
She could see that his cock looked ready to come ripping right out of his pants.
She could tell even before her bullish father had his drawers down that he was hung like a horse.
Daddy Darling unbuckled the brass buckle on his black leather belt and he unbuttoned the single button that held the top of his trousers together. The burly man used his right thumb and forefinger to pull the zipper to his fly all the way down to the bottom.
He then pushed his blunt, thick fingertips under the top of his pants, and he didn't stop pushing until the tips of his masculinely huge fingers were under the elastic at the top of his underwear as well.
Daddy Darling then pulled down his pants and his underwear at the same time.
His cock flopped out and the little girl thought she was going to croak when she got her first look at it.
It didn't take the little girl very long at all before she realized that she had grossly underestimated how large an aroused male cock was supposed to be. Daddy Darling's prick was almost twice as big as she had counted on it being.
She could see that Daddy Darling's prick was easily ten inches long-but the truth of the matter was that it was not the thickness of his cock that really got to her.
It was the girth of the man's pecker that really blew the little girl's mind. She could see that the head of his cock was easily as thick as both of her slender wrists pressed together.
The little girl found herself wondering how her tiny virginal cunt was ever going to open up far enough to take that cock head, but it was no use. Her imagination was not up to the task.
Her imagination was unable to conjure up an image of her cunt opening that far.
She tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the tip of the man's cock would have to push before her inner cunt lips would be able to grip that fleshy sword at its hilt.
Again her efforts were in vain. She couldn't imagined herself stretching inside far enough to take all ten inches of Daddy Darling's cock.
Daddy Darling pulled his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles with a toothy grin. Daddy Darling had lousy teeth. No one had ever asked Harold Kramer to recommend a dentist.
Daddy Darling then sprawled right on top of his daughter.
He could feel her tits being crushed against her chest. He could feel her nipples throbbing against his chest. Her nipples were hard and erect-with fear rather than with passion.
His upper torso was very heavy on her. He was so heavy that he was making it practically impossible for her to fill her lungs with air.
The little girl thought about Daddy Darling's cock. It was thickest at the head.
The head was shaped like an overgrown acorn, the type from which mighty oak trees grow. His cock head was shaped like a purple doorknob, or maybe a mushroom cap.
His cock head a deep purple color and the skin covering it was stretched extraordinarily thin and smooth by his thorough engorgement.
She could tell that the shaft of Daddy Darling's cock was slightly skinnier than the head-and it was also a slightly lighter shade of purple.
But it was just as hard.
As hard as rock.
As hard as granite.
As hard as a pillar of marble.
The little girl felt Daddy Darling lift his chest and loins so that she could look down between their bodies at his sexually aroused masculine genitalia.
She could see that there were many veins protruding from the underside of Daddy Darling's cock shaft, dilated veins that bulged outward from the otherwise smooth stem of her father's dong, making his cock look craggy and gnarled and angry.
Daddy Darling's cock certainly looked a hell of a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making-and that fact scared the living shit out of the chaste teenager.
Daddy Darling looked as if he were preparing to do a series of push-ups on top of the little girl, and in a sense he was. Then Daddy Darling supported the weight of his massive upper torso with his right hand exclusively. He reached back with his left hand and made a tight fist around the base of his cock.