Chapter 9
"Please!" Wendy weepingly groaned, "please, let me go!"
"We will after you've done what you've been told!"
"I will, I promise!"
"But you must do it now, dear girl!"
"I can't! I I feel like I'm going to burst!"
"The butt plug will make sure you don't, dear," Paula hissed.
"B-b-but I can't do it like this! My tummy is so swollen, and and I'm getting cramps and everything!"
"The sooner you obey, the sooner you'll be unplugged and allowed to relieve yourself! But first you must relieve us!"
"Oh, God! . . . "
"Just do as you're told, Wendy, and everything will be fine," Barbara said. "Then we can all have some fun!"
"I'm having fun now," Paula admitted. "It really turns me on to fill a naughty niece up with a two-quart enema!"
Which was just what had been done.
Bizarre rubber fetishism, bondage, and water sports were being enacted that evening in the so-called playroom.
Low amber lights hung the large, stark room with shadow, gloom blurring the sharp outlines and heaping up in the corners.
Wendy, nude she had not worn a stitch of clothing all day was stretched face down across the bondage horse.
The same horse across which Johnny had last night gotten his punishment in the form of a monster-sized dildo which had torn up his tender ass.
Wendy was unaware of Johnny's punishment. She knew only that she had not seen him since last night and she heartily hoped never to have to set eyes on him again.
Besides, she had other, more pressing matters to occupy her attention.
Such as the pressure of the two-quart enema filling her.
When Wendy was a little girl, staying for the weekend at Granny's house, she had eaten too many sweets and gotten a tummy ache.
Granny had given her an enema.
Wendy had been afraid. Her momma never gave enemas. But she was a youth and Granny was set on it, so Wendy had to submit.
She had been young, but not so young that she was not filled with an overwhelming sense of shame that time at having to take the enema.
Whining that her tummy ache had gone away, even though it hadn't, she had been made to stretch naked across Granny's lap.
Granny had given the enema to the girl. For years afterward, all Wendy had to do was recall that afternoon, and a deep hot blush covered her face.
But that enema was nothing compared to the one she was getting now.
This was an enforced discipline enema.
Wendy had been unwilling to take her captors by mouth. This was their way of forcing her to submit.
Earlier, after Albert climbed off her, and
Wendy had been cleaned, sponge-bathed by Barbara, and her gag removed, she had to urinate.
Barbara brought her a bedpan.
The bedpan was hard and cold against her flesh.. . but Wendy had had to go so bad that she finally just let loose.
But this enema was miles beyond the bedpan, where humiliation was concerned.
It was night.
More restraints had been put on Wendy. A leather collar circled her neck. It was padded on the inside with satin cushions, protecting the soft flesh of her neck.
The collar locked in place. Albert, Barbara, and Paula all hovered over Wendy as she was freed from her bonds on the bed.
No sooner were her hands free, however, then she was forced to sit up in bed, legs still chained spread.
Then her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Cold steel circled her wrists. Having her arms pulled behind her back made her breasts jut out even more than normal.
This excited her captors, who fondled the breasts, squeezed, kneaded, palpitated, stroked, kissed, licked, and sucked.
Then her legs were freed. She was assisted to her feet.
Barbara and Paula flanked her. Each of them held her by the upper arms, supporting her. Her legs initially were cramped.
They walked her around the bedroom. At last she got her legs back. Then they walked her out of the maid's bedroom.
Naked, supported on either side, Wendy made her way through the ground floor of the duplex.
How different the familiar surroundings were, in this new context!
From the kitchen wafted good food smells. They took Wendy in there.
She was seated. Her bare buttocks pressed the seat cushion. She closed her legs, pressing her thighs to cover her pussy.
Her pussy was covered, but her bush stuck out.
The meal was served.
Barbara sat close to Wendy. The maid cut the food on Wendy's plate into small bite-sized portions and fed them to her.
Wendy was starved, not having eaten for an entire day.
The meal done, Albert and Paula took Wendy out of the kitchen, while Barbara remained inside to clean up.
They sat naked, handcuffed Wendy down on a couch and sat on either side of her.
Albert tried to kiss her.
Wendy, uncooperative, would not open her mouth.
Paula tried her arts.
Her hands moved over Wendy's breasts, sliding, teasing, stroking. Her fingers found the nipple and worked it into erection.
"Be a nice girl and come across," Paula murmured.
"No!"
"Don't be difficult, Wendy! You know you want it!"
"No I don't!"
"Your body says different, dear look how hard your nipple is!"
Paula tweaked Wendy's nipple.
"Hard as a rock.. . now, do be a good, sensible girl!"
"You're crazy!"
"Now, Wendy.. . " Albert mildly remonstrated.
"How long are you going to keep me like this?! "
"As long as necessary!"
"You'll never get away with this!"
"No?" Albert asked. "And pray tell, why not?"
"B-because! Because I'll tell! I'll tell the police!"
"And what will you tell them Wendy?" Albert tolerantly asked.
"I'll tell them everything!"
"And we'll just tell them that you're crazy, that you made it all up, and then it will be your word against ours!
"Now, who do you think the police are more likely to believe Paula and I, a pair of well to do, respectable citizens "
"Respectable! Hah! That's a joke!"
"Or a girl from out of town, a stranger, and what's more, a stranger with no connections, no clout, and no pull in town?"
"I I'll make them believe me!"
"How? What will you tell them that your aunt and uncle and their maid drugged you and held you prisoner and forced you to have sex with them?"
"Yes!"
"And then well say that you're a cheap little blackmailer, who played some fun and games and tried to shake us down for a pay-off!
"Then, when we didn't pay, you went to the police to make trouble! That's what we'll tell them and we can make it stick!"
Paula chimed in:
"And just think of the scandal, Wendy! Think of what this will do to your poor dear mother! Think of the sensation it will cause in your home town!"
"You-you wouldn't tell!"
"No.. . not unless you make trouble for us. But all this unpleasant talk is mere foolishness as if you would tell on us, or we on you!
"Now, just stop fighting it, Wendy, and you'll enter a whole new world of pleasure and ecstasy!"
"Like last night, you mean? With Johnny?"
Albert pursed his lips, thoughtfully pushing them in and out.
"That was a mistake one for which Johnny is being very severely punished, you may be sure! He won't molest you again!"
"No because you'll be too busy doing it!"
Paula and Albert exchanged lewd glances.
"The girl has spirit," Albert said.
"Perhaps too much so," Paula said. "Her insolence will have to be curbed a bit, so she learns her place!"
"Still some spirit is good in the girl it keeps things from getting too dull!"
Albert fondled her breasts.
"Get your hands off me!"
Paula pressed her palms on the tops of Wendy's taut thighs and slid them up and down, then tried to push them open.
"Open your legs, Wendy!"
"No!"
Once more, Paula and Albert exchanged glances.
"A bit of humbling might well be in order,"
Albert remarked.
"Not to mention a bit of humiliation," Paula purred.
"Still, we'll give her one more chance to reconsider her attitude.. . come now, Wendy, stop your useless resistance!
"Don't forget, I've already had you, and I'll have you again, and so will we all so why not cooperate?
"Once you give up all those old dreary ideas of morality, you'll learn to love the pleasures of the flesh we can bring you!"
"You might be able to force me " Wendy began.
"Might?! Why, we already have."
"But you won't get me to cooperate -never!"
Paula and Albert broke into laughter.
Paula said, "Have you got a lot to learn, little girl! And learn it you will.. . "
She went to caress Wendy's long masses of hair.
Resentfully, sullenly, Wendy jerked her head away from Paula's hand.
"Don't touch me! You-you disgust me!"
Paula's face set in hard lines. She smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes.
"You've got a lot to learn, little girl and learn it you shall!"
She turned to Albert.
"Yes, dear, I think a dose of humiliation is called for."
"Delightful!"
Albert rubbed his palms in glee. Red color tinged his cheeks.
"As soon as Barbara is done in the kitchen, we'll have a little session!"
"You sound like you have something definite in mind, dear!" Paula purred.
"Oh, yes! A double dose of water sports will curb this haughty miss!"
"Ummmmmm, yes!"
This time, the smile rose clear up into Paula's eyes, as she anticipated the numbers they would run on the girl.
Paula rose, switched on some music. Clearly she was impatient to begin.
She went into the kitchen to check on Barbara's progress in clearing the table and cleaning the dirty dishes.
When Paula emerged, Albert suggested that Paula go upstairs and get into somethin a bit "more suitable" for the upcoming session.
Paula climbed the spiral staircase, going down the hall to vanish into her room.
Some minutes later, Barbara came out of the kitchen. Her face was red and flushed from standing over the sink, doing the dishes.
"Get into your rubbers, Barbara!"
Barbara's eyes widened at Albert's command, then narrowed with glinting excitement. Hastily she entered her bedroom.
"Come upstairs to the playroom when you're ready, Barbara!"
"Yes, sir!" came the reply from within the maid's room.
"Stand up, Wendy, we're going upstairs!"
"No!"
"Come now, don't be difficult!"
"I'm going to be difficult anything you want out of me, you'll have to take!"
"I could carry you upstairs, Wendy but I prefer you to be self-motivated!"
'Tm not moving!"
And Wendy squirmed into a corner of the couch, back pressing her cuffed hands against the seat, as she moved away from Albert.
"Wendy, you will do as you're told!"
"I will not!"
"Perhaps a spanking will convince you of the error of your ways."
"A what?! You're crazy."
"For the last time, girl will you get up."
"Make me!"
"That will be a pleasure," Albert said, reaching for her.
"Wait! No! What are you doing?! "
"Let's see if a bottom warming will make you more docile!"
"No don't let go of me!"
Albert yanked the girl toward him, pulling her face down across his lap.
Honey-blonde hair flew in all directions. Bare breasts bobbed. Wendy's flesh was warm smooth fine-grained velvet against him.
He pulled her over his knees. Her cuffed hands prevented her resistance. She wriggled and squirmed, only exciting Albert all the more.
He put her bottom in the proper spanking position. His left arm circled her waist, pinning her down on his lap.
His right hand came up, then descended in a sizzling arc, slamming into her ripely rounded buttocks with a loud flat crack.
"Owwwww!"
Albert's lips curled in a smile. He loved to spank especially such bottoms as this one, so full and ripely endowed.
It was delightful to spank Barbara but of course that kinky miss craved discipline, and was more than eager to receive it.
But Wendy was truly unwilling and that made the spanking of her a total turn-on, and a true spanking, with an unwilling victim.
Albert did not spare her. His palm cracked down again and again, slamming Wendy's frame so all of her quivered.
The buttocks were firm and resilient with the springiness of youth. Their peachy pink color darkened, becoming blotchy red with hand imprints.
Wendy kicked and thrashed her long legs.
Albert hooked his leg across hers, and held both legs down. Then he really whaled into her with some powerful spanks.
Soon Wendy's struggles were punctuated with wracking sobs.. .
Still the sizzling hand came down, again, and again, and again.
Until at last her bottom burned a hot bright red, its cheeks sore, seething, and swollen out of shape from that spanking.
Albert glanced ruefully at his palm it was sore, hot, aching.
Imagine the feelings in Wendy's bottom!
A presence behind Albert caused him to look up from the red bottom and glance over his shoulder. Sure enough, there stood Barbara.
Outfitted in a rubber maid's costume.
Albert smiled.
"And now, I think this little miss is ready to go upstairs!"
Albert eased Wendy off his lap.
The blonde was hunched forward, legs bent at the knees, trembling, tear tracks glistening on her red face.
Blinking away her tears, she caught sight of Barbara's rubber uniform.