Chapter 15
Carol fought to restrain her tears as she saw what she felt was sperm that rightly belonged to her going into another woman.
"Look at that miserable excuse for a female," the man said, leaping to his feet, climbing the two steps and wiping his wet cock on Carol's thigh. "You're sniveling again, you bitch. You'll hang there until you understand that I am the ruler, and you are nothing other than a humble sex slave."
"I know," Carol moaned.
"We shall see," he snapped, and turning to Micky, who was just getting to her feet. He pointed to the bathroom, saying, "Go in there and pull open the middle drawer in the counter. Take out the rubber enema bag."
"Yes, master," Micky nodded, smiling.
"Oh my God!" Carol gasped. "Oh no, you wouldn't, you just wouldn't. You can't!"
"Shut that nasty little face of yours, you little bitch!" he snapped.
He slapped her face brutally a number of times, not hitting her hard enough to bruise her, but slamming her face just hard enough to be painful. Carol felt her inner cheeks being cut as they hit against the sharp edges of her teeth. She tasted her own blood and she was horrified. She would do anything he wanted. Why wouldn't he understand that and release her from this captivity?
When the other woman finally came back, she was carrying an enema bag, and from the look of it, it was filled. The water was hot because Carol saw steam rising from the bag. God! He was going to pump it into her while she hung here. She would dirty herself in front of him.
Micky walked behind Carol, mounting the two tapes, then, at a signal from the man, she slowly pushed the unlubricated bone of the enema bag into Carol's rectum.
The helpless brown-haired woman cried out as she felt the plastic bone spreading her rectal walls apart. It wasn't nearly as thick as the cock attached to the man, but it was unyielding in any way. Through all this, the man sat and crossed his legs, smoking another of his thin, black cigars.
Carol stiffened, gasping and quivering as she felt scalding water pouring into the depths of her plundered rectum the moment the assistant released the metal catch holding the water back. She felt the burning fluid slither into the entrails of her body, bloating her belly. Her stomach lurched and juddered uncomfortably, turning all kinds of somersaults. The pit of her belly hurt as liquid fire filled her. The entire enema bag had been full, which meant more water would be pumped into her bowels than her body might be capable of holding. It might conceivably back up into her small intestine, and even into her belly. Fire filled her as more and more of the oozing liquid rushed into her body.
The man rose, and he began pacing in front of her. Then he stared at her and said, "You'll hold all that water inside you until I decide to let it come out."
When Micky showed him the bag was empty, he had her remove the nozzle, and then he handed her a rubber plug which she jammed into Carol's ass before the latter was able to let any of the fluid seep out.
"Good girl," the man nodded. "I think this bitch is no more capable of holding the water in her than she is of holding back those stupid crocodile tears. I don't know why I'm even bothering with this bitch. There are so many lovelier women around."
"Oh my God!" Carol wailed as Micky made certain the ass-plug was firmly locked into her rectum.
Carol heard her belly and intestines rumbling and burbling as the water moved through her internal passages, loosening everything. She felt strong pressure in her vagina as a result of all this. Oh God! She ached to be fucked! Even now, filled as she was with water, she wanted the cock rammed into her cunt.
She twisted and turned against the ropes holding her wrists and elbows, weeping out loud. There was no pleasure in any of this. What he was doing was domination for its own sake. It was obvious the man had no intention of teaching her to love agony. He was doing all this as a lesson to her, to make her understand that he was the lord and master of her body and soul.
Her sense of inadequacy continued to mount as she found herself perspiring profusely, writhing on the posts to which she had been bound. Cramps were beginning to tighten in her belly. Each time a particularly painful cramp shot through her, she would stiffen. The perspiration was now pouring all the more heavily from her body, trickling into her eyes, stinging them.
Oh God! She felt as if she had been bound between these two wooden posts forever and ever. Then the man snapped at his assistant with his fingers, and the two of them walked out, leaving the lights on this time. With her body swollen with water, the helpless Carol waited all over again... and she waited, and waited.
When the man came downstairs again, she knew she dared not say anything to him, for no matter what she said, he would misconstrue it as something it wasn't meant to be, and he would hurt her even more.
"You miserable bitch!" the man snapped loudly. "You still can't stop that insipid whimpering."
Once again he picked up the thick, flat rubber paddle and he walked over to where Carol was hanging. Her eyes widened for she saw he wasn't standing behind her this time, but in front of her. Oh God! This would be the most degrading thing of all. She would soil herself in front of him, and then he wouldn't want anything more to do with her. What little esteem he might be feeling for her would be lost forever.
"Ayyyahhhh!" she cried out as he brought the paddle down firmly on her belly; the belly bloated and distorted, rumbling and filled with burning water.
The muscle in her ass cramped together, and her sphincter clenched tightly around the rubber plug that had been inserted. There was tremendous pressure on the load in her belly.
Again and again the man continued paddling her stomach until it turned a livid red. What he was doing stung miserably, shooting waves of uncontrolled pain coursing through her piercing interior, cutting through her brain like ragged glass, until thinking was no longer something she was capable of doing. All she was able to do was feel, and she didn't feel good.
Even so, something else happened in the depths of her vagina. It was at that point that the helpless girl felt some sort of sexual relief as an orgasm actually wended its way through her shuddering body. She moaned as the lips of her vagina swelled, and even though her legs were spread-eagled, she felt the shock of the mini-orgasm charging through her. Her vaginal walls closed in on themselves, and the pleasurable impact reverberated through her quaking inner flesh. Clamping her eyes shut, she surrendered to a purely sensual experience of being bound and tortured for the moment. Even the cramps in her belly seemed to add to the strange carnal bliss she was feeling, a bliss that was totally irrational, letting her know that even if she was not a deep-dyed masochist, she, like everyone else in the world, had some little masochistic tendencies within. How it was possible was something incomprehensible, yet it was happening and she was responding to it.
At that point the man stopped what he was doing, and with the help of the ski-masked woman, released her from her bonds, allowing her to make a bee-line for the downstairs bathroom. She just barely made it, having to reach behind her and push her finger through the loop in the plug in order to pull it from her rectum, and then the hot water, and everything else in her came cascading into the bathroom bowl. She quivered with blessed relief.
Oh God! Oh God! It was horrible! Imagine being made to come that way the rest of her life! Oh God!
It took a while before she was able to completely clear her colon. When she did, she took another bath, cleaning herself from head to foot, and then finally climbed out of the tub. When she walked into the next room, the man and the woman were waiting for her. They guided her upstairs, and she turned around to face them in the kitchen, saying, "Please, oh please, I don't know what I did to deserve this but please don't do it to me again. I'm willing to be your body slave if you wish. I'll serve you in any capacity, but please, please don't cause me pain."
"There's still one more treatment you have to undergo before we can decide if I'll let you stay with me," Rand Forrest murmured.
"Will you fuck me, the right way?" she queried.
"That can be arranged," he nodded, "provided you behave and do as you're told."