Enema

True Story

Chris and I: Cousins Willing and Reluctant

Alright guys, this is my first crack at this whole sex story thing so comments and suggestions are very welcome. Oh, and there is a bit of setting the whole thing up, but once that is out of the way, it is nothing but hardcore sex. Just keep reading!
Alright, a little background, this is a true story, it involves incest – if that’s not your thing, don’t read it. It’s about two cousins, Sarah, 16 and Chris, 18. Enjoy.
Sarah was super excited. For most of her life her cousin Chris had lived pretty far away from where she was and she hadn’t seen him in four years. But now he was coming near to where she lived for college.
Sarah and Chris had always been pretty close when they were around each other. They enjoyed talking to each other and helping each other out with whatever each needed. Sarah had felt an extra special connection with Chris though, ever since that night four years ago when he had shared with her one of his darkest secrets – Chris had told her that night about how he had fucked a girl back when he was just 14, at his school, in a classroom no less. Sarah at the time, being only 12 hadn’t really thought about sex and all that stuff much, but she just knew that when Chris was telling her that story she felt very good because he was trusting her with that, and she was surprised, she started to have this idea about if she had been the girl that chris had fucked. Sarah had known the basics of sex then, that a guy put his cock in a girl’s slit to make a baby but she hadn’t quite hit puberty fully enough to yet be developed or to have masturbated yet.
Now everything was going to be different. Chris was going to be back around, and Sarah was now a very well developed 16 year old girl who had been through a few boyfriends (she was still a virgin though, she only had gone so far as to do some oral stuff with her last boyfriend, though she had broken her hymen when she was 14 by sticking her hairbrush up her pussy.) Sarah was prepared for sex though, she was on birth control and was quite the horny teenage girl, she had just been waiting – she had always known she wanted her cousin chris to be her first cock in pussy experience.
Finally, the day came. Chris arrived in town and, it being the summer, came to live in the basement apartment of Sarah’s house. Sarah’s parents at first weren’t sure about having a soon to be college student in the house with their teenage daughter but, them being cousins and chris coming from a good christian family like their own (so they thought) it wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Sarah, guess who’s at the front door!” my mom yelled. I immediately knew it was Chris, I had been waiting for him for ages. I flew down the stairs and to the front of the hallway where the door was, and there Chris stood, 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair with just the right kind of highlights that looked natural but added something really sexy to his flowing, wavy hair. Chris had a strong, defined face and had clearly been working out in the last few years since he had been around, he was chiseled. His tight american eagle shirt showed off every well defined muscle in his torso.
I ran into his arms, screaming, and hugged him tightly. He definitely had been working out, he squeezed me back, very firmly. I felt so at home in his arms.
“Well hello there, Sarah!” Chris sorta laughed, muffled by my face and hair in his face. I stood back from our embrace and looked at Chris again, I saw him do the quickest of looks – you know the typical guy glance up and down they do to see a girl’s assets, you know what I mean. And I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. I was 5′ 10. Wore a D-Cup and was wearing my tightest shirt and gym shorts that molded to my solid ass. I definitely wanted to impress him first thing.
“You’ve sort of grown up a bit since I last saw you, wow. You’ll always be that little 12 year old girl to me though!” said Chris. I hated that last bit, I wasn’t 12 any more. I was going to show him!
My dad interjected at this point and offered to show chris the way down to his room in the basement. So chris grabbed his stuff and followed my dad down the hall and down the stairs.
My mom looked over at me, “Glad to see your cousin after all these years?” she asked. “Yes of course I am. I’ve missed him.” I replied. “Shame he’s related,” my mom joked. “He is Fine.” “Eeeewww mom.” I hissed. “Don’t be so gross.” “I’m only joking honey” she replied. “Now go get washed up for dinner.”
Several uneventful days passed after this, our family and chris getting caught up and get chris settled into life in the new city. Chris and I hadn’t talked a whole lot but had talked about school and friends and some about our dating lives. He said that he hadn’t dated much, just a couple girls, and nothing too serious. I loved the sound of that. I wanted him all to myself!
I wanted to move our relationship forward from just two cousins who were friends to, what I had been masturbating too for a couple years now, hardcore fuck buddies. I was pretty sure I was in love with him, but I would settle just for being able to be intimate with him if he didn’t return those feelings. Luckily for me, the perfect opportunity presented itself about a week and a half after Chris arrived at my house.
“Honey, your dad and I are going away for the weekend. We haven’t had the chance to have a weekend off by ourselves in a while and we feel that, now that Chris is around and he has a car and everything, he can watch out for you for a bit.” I tried as hard as I could to not sound utterly gleeful. “Oh, okay… yeah I guess that will be fine.” I replied. “Now we’ve already told Chris you aren’t allowed to bring any boys over or throw a crazy party.” my mom teased. Fine by me, I thought to myself, I have the boy I want already over! “I know, I know mom. I wouldn’t do that anyway. But chris is responsible, i’m sure he’ll keep me out of trouble.” “Alright, we’ll we’re heading out, we’ve already cleared this with Chris and he said he would be fine. He should be back in an hour or two.” “You two have fun while we’re gone.”
I looked out the window to make sure that my mom and dad and actually gotten in the car and left. Ah, they were actually gone. Planning time. I needed to setup a situation where I could let Chris know I wasn’t that little girl he thought I was any longer. Ah, perfect – I knew where dad had stashed some of his porn dvds… I could put one of them in and then ask chris if he felt like a movie…
I picked out my sluttiest outfit as well. A tight fitting mini dress that was low cut and ended barely below my nether regions. And I put on my lacy red bra with matching thong. And boy was it a thong. It had so little material, it basically was a string, with a round piece of material where it would cover my asshole and a little bit wider where it very barely covered my slit. I was totally ready for tonight. Right when I finished getting the porn video ready I heard a car pull into the drive way. Ah finally chris was back. He had been out at the gym. He walked in and I said, “Hey, my parents already left but I was thinking pizza and a movie for tonight, sound alright?” he replied “oh yeah sounds great, i’m just going to go take a quick shower.”
Oh, the idea of chris in the shower started some juices flowing already. I am a pretty horny person, especially for girls. I ordered a large pizza and some soda, all the while fantasizing about what Chris looked like in the shower… I imagined him soaping up his muscular body, cleaning his large cock (i imagined it was bigger, I hadn’t seen anything… yet). I couldn’t wait to try and get that cock inside of me. I’d been waiting for this 4 years and wasn’t going to wait too much damn longer.
The pizza arrived right about the same time chris came down wearing some chino shorts and a nice tight shirt that showed off his muscles nicely. We ate some pizza and made small talk, then we went into the den to start the movie. “What movie did you pick?” Asked Chris. “Oh, it’s a bit of a surprise.” I whispered to him. We both sat on the couch and I grabbed the remote and hit play… the opening credits were going and you wouldn’t know it was a porno… I lay my head against one side of the couch and swung my legs up, laying across it so my legs were in Chris’ lap. This positioning had the advantage of allowing chris, when he looked across to me, to see up my dress pretty easily. Something he noticed quickly when he did just that. He slightly blushed, and looked back at the tv. That’s when the porno started in earnest. “What the hell?” Chris looked from the tv to me. “Why are you watching this?” He got up quickly and went out of the room. I heard him heading down the stairs. I quickly stopped the porno and nearly was in tears. My plan definitely wasn’t going like I had hoped. I waited there for a few minutes, panicked, not knowing if I should go downstairs or not. I decided to just go up to my room and change first, then go down to talk to him.
I walked into my room pushed the door so it was open just a crack, habit I suppose, and pulled off my shirt. I had just finished unsnapping my bra, and tears were just starting to trickle down my face, when I heard the door swing open behind me, I turned around, forgetting I had on no bra, and there stood Chris. He looked at me, realized that I was half naked and looked away and started to leave.
“No, wait!” I yelled. I quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it on. He turned back towards me. “Okay I think we need to talk.” He said quickly, still blushing a bit. But I noticed that his chino pants had a slight tent at the front. “Yeah we do. I’m sorry Chris… it’s just… do you remember all those years ago when you confided in me that story, about having sex with that girl in school?” “Yeah,” he said hesitantly. “Well ever since then, I’ve sorta had a crush on you.” I replied.
“Oh, shit. Sarah, look. You’re beautiful and everything but, we’re cousins. You know this is wrong. It would be incest.” “I know that!” I said defiantly. “But I can’t change how I feel about you. But I am sorry I was so into letting you know that I thought putting on that porno would be good.”
“It’s okay sarah… I mean, I do watch porn. It was just being there with you on the couch and you choosing that and… well I knew that I would end up trying to fuck you and I knew that we were cousins and I didn’t want to risk screwing things up, so that’s why I ran out.”
“… you, you would have fucked me?” I said timidly.
“God damn, yes.” “You are so hot Sarah. I hope you know that. Your body is amazing. And your tight ass… Any guy would want to tap that.”
“Do you really mean that?” I said.
“Yes of course. You are beautiful!” Chris said.
“Oh chris, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to hear you say that…” “I haven’t even had sex, because I wanted you to be my first.” I semi- whispered, not wanting to be rejected.
“Oh God, sarah. We’re cousins though… but.. I mean my heart says yes but my mind says that is wrong… but, I actually have thought, since that day I told you that – I mean you were the only one I told. I feel like I love you, more than just as cousins.” Chris said all this very fast, looking into my eyes.
“Oh Chris, I love you, so much. I’ve loved you since that night too!” “And i don’t care that we’re cousins. We’re in love, and I want you to have me.” “And I want to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.” I said this more strongly, knowing now that he felt the same way about me.
“Come here.” was all Chris said.
I walked over to him… and just inches from him I paused… then he leaned towards me, and kissed me. and then kissed me again. And then we were making out. Heavily. His hands started to run down my arms, to my sides, down, to my ass. then one hand in from, running across my stomach, down towards my pussy. His hand stopped, cupped just over my pussy. We continued kissing as he slowly steered me towards my bed behind us. We fell onto it and were still kissing as now his hands ran over my chest and cupped by breasts. He felt all around them and squeezed them. God it felt soo damn good. Now I REALLY had juices flowing down there. I could tell the little fabric that was my thong was pretty soaking wet. I broke off the kiss for a moment and pulled on his shirt, upwards. He got the hint.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and I got a look at his 18 year old, athletic bod. Damn he was sculpted. As I was taking this in his hands were already on my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Then it was off, and my breasts were there again, for him to delight in. “Oh damn” chris moaned. “You aren’t that little 12 year old any more.” I was so happy in that moment. His hands now ran all over my exposed breasts, pinching and pulling on them, cupping and bouncing as we kissed. Then he broke the kiss, and his face moved down. And he took my right nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue around it and then sucked on it. Oh god this felt so good. He was so much better than any other boy I had fooled around with before. Then he nibbled on it a bit, painful at first but soo nice. then he switched, doing the same thing to my left nipple and his right hand ran down and again was cupping and rubbing the area of my pussy. Then he moved his hand up to the waist band of the shorts and started to pull them downwards… I helped him eagerly, I pulled them off quickly, nothing left put a tiny string really, between him and my glories. he moved his hands down towards my thong, rubbed the area right to either side of my pussy lips and then, without really having to try, broke my thong. I wasn’t complaining at all. So there it was, my slit for him to see without any cover. He moaned in delight.
As soon as he had broken my thong he started to lick his way down from my forehead, down my nose, across my lips, down my neck, my chest – pausing to lick at each nipple, then down my stomach, swirled around a bit at my belly button, down down, and stopped at the very top of my vagina. he licked all around my slit, teasingly, slowly. I was breathless, and oh so wet. But then I pushed his face away and motioned to his shorts – “Those come off before you get your reward.” I said impishly. He pulled those things off so quickly, boxer shorts and all. There it was, the cock I had been waiting for all these years. And I was not let down. There was a cock that was rock hard, throbbing, and about 8 and a half or 9 inches. It was really thick too. Bigger than any other cocks I had seen, for sure. He moved back towards my pussy, licking around, and now his tongue darted across the folds of my pussy lips. Back and forth – then suddenly, he stabbed his tongue inwards. It breached the lips of my pussy and I felt that foreign object in my wetness. It felt so amazing. then he was back out. I wasn’t about to be teased any longer. I grabbed his stiff rod, pulled it towards me and stuck it in my mouth and started to suck as hard as I could, all the while running my tongue around it and across the head of it. Then I pushed it even further in, making it go down into my throat, and I kept it there until I gagged. Then I did it again. I pulled his cock out now. DAMN it was even a bit bigger. Probably 9 and a half inches and a few inches thick. I knew he was ready now. His head went back down to my pussy and his tongue went in and out about 30 times super quickly. I was sooo damn wet.
“Enough!” I screamed in ecstasy. “I want you in me right this second!! Fuck me with that fucking baseball bat of yours!” And I moved my pussy towards his cock and he moved his cock closer. “Are you totally sure about this?” he asked, lovingly, but breathlessly. “yes i’m sure, and I even already got rid of that damn hymen for you.” He gave me a look. “Not like that, I told you I am a virgin, I stuck a long hairbrush up my pussy when I was 13.” He laughed. “Alright,” he said, “Here I come.” and he stuck his thick rod all the way up my pussy. And even further, It felt like he had extended my pussy more than I even knew possible. I yelled out and moaned in the same moment, it was good no one was around. “OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD. KEEP THAT MONSTER COCK IN ME CHRIS!! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT THING!” and he did.
He pounded in and out of my pussy, I was pretty sure I would have bruises. I could hear his ball sac pounding against my ass as his monster cock pounded and stretched my pussy so much. After about two minutes of this he asked me, still pounding, “are you on the pill, or, I have some condoms downstairs, I could go get one, or two.” he added that last bit with a laugh. “No, i’m on the pill it’s fine. You’re not stopping this, no matter what!!” “I want you to fuck my brains out every single hour of every day from now til I die because you’ve filled me with so fucking much sperm!! hear me damn it! Keep fucking fucking me!!” And he did, he pounded harder. I started screaming and bucking – oh god this was what an orgasm from this felt like – “OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK, I’m cumming soo fucking hard!! AHHHH.” I yelled and dug my nails into his back. He just kept on pounding. And I kept orgasming. It felt like I was in one constant orgasm for about a minute. It was so fucking heavenly. And then right as I was coming down from it, something totally unexpected, he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, and then, quickly, took his wet finger, stuck it in my pussy along with his cock, pulled it out and literally rammed it up my arsehole. I was cumming again with that. “AHHH, OH GOD THAT HURT BUT THAT WAS SOO GOOD!!” I yelled. and he was pounding and moving his finger in my anus and then, boom, I felt something, his hot sperm was splashing all around the inside of my pussy, pump, pump, pump, he blew his steaming load all into me while still fingering my asshole. “AHHH, oh god!! Ohh oh oh.. god.. fuck.” He moaned and yelled while he was still blowing his load. It felt like he was pumping a galleon of sperm into my beaten up pussy. Finally, as he blew his last bit of sperm, he pulled his finger out of my asshole. and started to shakily pull his cock out of my pussy.
“OH my god, that was so fucking good!!” I said to him. “Oh yes it damn well was. You are such a goddess Sarah. Oh god, your pussy is amazing!!” “Oh and i’m sorry about the finger in your asshole, that was something I kinda started doing a year ago and well, i’m just used to it..” He said. “Oh it’s alright, it really hurt but then it made me cum again so hard!” We both just sorta lay there, tired from the really hard fucking we had just been doing, then Chris moved… “Ah, oh god.” He had just stuck 3 of his fingers into my now, very sensitive pussy and was moving them around… then he pulled them out and said, “here, suck on this” moving his fingers towards my mouth… I didn’t really want to suck on this fingers, covered in my juices and his sperm, at first, but then I did and it tasted well, kinda nice. “Oh, that’s not so horrible.” I said.
Then chris started to lick at my pussy, he stuck his tongue in and out and then, it was like he was a fucking vacuum cleaner, he was sucking out my juices and sperm and then he came up from my pussy and started french me again. This turned me on, tasting him and myself on his tongue and in his mouth.
“Oh my God Chris, thank you so much for this. It was soo fucking great.” “We have to keep doing this.”
“Oh yes, we will.” Chris smiled. He had a bit of a strange look in his eye…
We both went and showered – separately, because we needed some time to recharge after all that. Then we went back downstairs to the couch and started up that porno I had put in. I had just picked a random dvd and not paid any attention to what it was… but then it started. This was a porno about going all anal. Chris seemed to be into it but I knew that I was pretty scared of having his monster cock anywhere near my asshole. It had already bruised and stretched my pussy – and my pussy was made for his cock! My poor asshole would be torn to pieces! During the movie chris started stroking me and kissing me, and he pulled me closer. Then his hands again moved into my thong, (I was just wearing a thong, nothing else) and he was fingering me.. then me moved again to my asshole and started to move one of his fingers around the rim and then, again pushed up into it. “Ahh, chris, stop it. I don’t really know about this asshole stuff.” but he didn’t stop.
he kept pushing his finger in and out, and pulled me tighter to him. Then he pulled my thong all the way off and now, now he was trying to stick another finger up there!! “Ahh chris I said stop it! That is tearing up my ass!” Chris now though had a strange look in his eyes, and then I remembered what he had said about watching that porno. He would have fucked me and wouldn’t be able to stop.. that’s what he had said. And unfortunately, he was fixed in on my ass! Chris bear hugged me around my middle and started to carry me down stair to his room. Oh good I thought, away from that anal video, maybe now he will stop… I was mistaken.
He threw me on to his bed and got on top of me. He pinned me down as he fumbled with his right hand in the drawer of the armoire right next to his bed – there he grabbed something.. Oh shit I thought, handcuffs. He snapped one end to my right hand and the other to the frame of the bed. Then the other handcuff he put on my left hand and the frame of the bed. Then he got off me for a second.
“Chris!” i yelled “what are you doing!?”
“I’m going to show you a really great time,” he replied “and I know you wouldn’t let me normally, so sorry but I am going to keep you tied up.” and he grabbed two bungie cords from across the room and used those to tie my feet to the other end of the bed. Now I was totally unable to move around. I was totally at his mercy. My legs were pretty far spread apart and he crawled up towards me and started tongue fucking my pussy again. He did this for about a minute… then he licked down out of my pussy down the lips and now around towards the back and, gasp, he was licking around my asshole! Then his tongue passed right over my asshole and he flicked it back and forth. I was thinking how gross this was and then, wetness, his tongue was now slightly inserted into my asshole. He swirled his tongue around in my ass for a bit, then he removed his face from down there. Again he walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a bottle of something… He came back over.. “KY Jelly” I could make out on it. Oh Shit. “Chris, what do you think you are doing. I forbid you from putting your fucking cock in my arsehole!! It will hurt me so much!!” He just laughed. He came over and squeezed on the bottle.. a stream of the jelly fell onto his cock and he used his hands to rub it in all over his cock… then he squeezed some all around my ass crack and then started to move it around and it was all around my hole and now, his fingers were rubbing it into my asshole! Then he put the head of the bottle up against my asshole and squeezed, I could feel the cold liquid shooting into my asshole. I shuttered and yelled. “Chris, I said fucking stop it!!”
“Just relax.” he said. “I know what i’m doing!” and now he had his cock up near my asshole and the head of his giant prick was rubbing around the outside of my ass… and then he was pressing up into my asshole… and he was inching in so slowly and I was crying, I was in so much pain, and then he stopped. He was only a bit of the way in but my asshole was so tight, even with the lube, he couldn’t keep going. “Well shit.” he said. “You have the tightest asshole ever, I’m going to love fucking it so much!!” “But first I am going to have to get it ready.” He got off of me and walked into his bathroom that was connected off the room… I heard water running, it sounded like he was filling up a bottle or something… what was he doing, I wondered to myself. Then a couple minutes later he came back in with a bag filled with water connected to a kind of hose thing with a nozzle at the end.
“Oh FUCK NOOOO. Chris, you cannot give me an ENEMA FUCKING NO WAY.” I yelled and thrashed about.
“Just relax, this is good for your body.” Chris calmly replied, a grin on his face… he advanced. I kept thrashing about and tried to make it where he couldn’t get to my asshole but, I was tied so tightly, I couldn’t really move much. He got back on top of me and started to move the nozzle towards my ass. Seeing the nozzle closer I noticed It was like a butt plug, It was made to get in then hook in. I wasn’t going to be able to remove it. He positioned the nozzle against my hole and then, pop – he pushed it all the way it to my ass. Then he kept moving it in further, hose disappearing in the depths of my ass. “Oh FUCK NO, that feels SO FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE ARRGH.” I hated the feeling. Chris laughed, “oh just wait.”
He placed the bag of water up on the top of the bed posts and then turned a switch at that end of the hose, water started running out of the bag, and a split second later I felt a steady stream pouring into my anus. “OH GODDDD AHHH, OHhhh.” I yelled. I could already feel my ass extending, I saw that my stomach was growing. It was a huge bag of water, several galleons at least. “CHRIS FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP IT PLEASE!!” He didn’t. The bag was half empty by now and my stomach was huge. I looked 5 months pregnant and I was having the worst cramps ever. I was in such pain. Then chris did something horrible. he started poking at my stomach. “AHHHH SHIITTTT FUCKING SHIT GOD AHHH.” It felt so bad. he stopped the water coming in, detached the hose from the nozzle but, the nozzle stayed in, acting like a butt plug.
Then chris repositioned himself so his dick was up near my face and he pushed his dick into my mouth and started throat fucking me. He was ramming his cock into me so hard and that caused my body to jiggle and that made my stomach and anus hurt so much! He throat fucked me for like 2 minutes. Then finally he stopped and pulled out. “Chris, please.” I whispered hoarsely from my sore throat. “Pull out that plug and put me out of this pain!”
“alright” he said “you’ve had that water in you long enough.” He went and got a bucket and lifted my ass and positioned the bucket under it, then he stuck his finger into the loop of the nozzle and pulled. It came out slowly at first but then with a “POP” it came totally out and a mass of brown water and flakes of shit started pumping out of me. It seemed like it was probably 5 or 6 minutes before it all stopped pouring out of me.
“Ah ha” said chris now. “Now you are ready, your asshole will take my cock now.” “Believe me sarah, that may have hurt but you are going to realize that it was all to make you feel amazing.”
He stuck his dick back in my mouth for about 30 seconds, getting it back as hard as it could be. Then he moved back down to near my ass. He looked down and said “Oh wow, your ass hole is so big and clean now Sarah.” And then he stuck his dick right on in. Fully, until his balls slammed against my ass. And I screamed. It hurt like hell at first, but then it felt like heaven. I was cumming by the third time he pounded into me. Oh fucking hell that felt so good. “OHH GOD SARAH!! THANK YOU! Your ass feels SOOO FUCKING GOOD MILKING MY COCK OH!! he pounded my ass raw for about 8 minutes and then finally, I nearly passed out from all the cumming, he came. And boy did he come. By the time he was done huge things of cum were already running out of my spent asshole.
By the end of that day I had cum probably about 50 times, and I had been taught that sex was the greatest thing ever. And that sex with Chris was the greatest thing ever, times a million.
“I have something even better planned for tomorrow.” chris whispered into my ear late that night as we were laying in bed.
“Oh, I can’t fucking wait!” I smiled back. My pussy twitching in anticipation.

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Always a Slut, Now a Bitch

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Becky’s incarceration

They year is 2052 and an oppresive regim has established itself in the country and and has caused overcrowding in all of the prisons. Becky has been sentenced and this story followers her processing and incarceration. This is my first story which I wrote in one night I have a im sorry about the grammar and spelling I am slightly dyslexic. Please comment, Id love to hear if you enjoyed it, and would love any constructive critiscism. Becky, age 13, slim, shoulder length gingerblonde hair

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Dire Action – Part 2/3

CONTENT WARNING: This particular story segment contains realistic medical procedures mixed into fictional fetishistic medical procedures, bondage, breath-play, forced-feeding, vomiting, mechanically-assisted masturbation, female orgasm denial, enemas, douching, science-fiction, pharmaceuticals, tentacles, and more.
You have been warned.
Diris followed her commanding officer, Jake, down the hall towards the medical wing. “Sir” she began.
“Jake” he insisted.
She walked up next to him and spoke, “Jake, what do you mean when you say that this procedure is “intrusive”?” He didn’t slow his pace, “I believe it would be more appropriate if Kaidi explained this to you.”
Before Diris could say anything more, they walked into the medical wing and were promptly greeted by Kaidi. “Officer Jake, Private Diris, good morning.” Kaidi was the main medical person in the facility. She was somewhat shorter than normal, even for a mouse. Usually she just wore blue scrubs, but today she donned a white apron over them which complimented her white fur. “I’ll leave you to your work Doctor” the officer shook the doctor’s hand, spun on his heel, and walked briskly away, turning the corner out of the medical wing. Kaidi followed him to the double-doors, locking them behind him, and shutting the blinds.
Kaidi paused momentarily to point to a chair in the center of the room “You can take a seat, I’ll be right with you.” Diris approached the chair. It had massive clusters of lights, steps, supports, levers, and tools surrounding it. It looked like a deformed cross between a gynecology chair and dentist chair. Dubious to its appearance, she instead opted to sit down on the doctor’s stool and gawk over the chair’s many complicated looking instruments. Meanwhile, the doctor was following the wall, closing the blinds on all of the windows in the room, and de-activating a camera in the corner. Once finished, she approached Diris and signaled her to sit in the intricate chair.
Kaidi sat on the stool and began, “This recliner is a BESA, Biological Exfoliating and Sterilizing Apparatus, but we just call her Bessy.”
Diris smirked, “Cute.”
Kaidi continued, “I’m sure Officer Jake gave you the rundown of what we’re doing. You haven’t eaten anything for at least twelve hours right?”
Diris responded, “Yes, I’ve been fasting since lunch yesterday, but Officer Jake didn’t really go into the details.”
Kaidi sighed, “I asked him to explain this to you in entirety.” Kaidi donned a pair of surgical gloves and continued, “I’ll give you the short version. We’re going to administer drugs that are going to cut down the impurities of your sweat, breath, and other bodily secretions to allow you pass through the forest undetected by the bioweapons. Although this drug is very efficient, you will still be contaminated with your previous bodily wastes, so after administration we will need to sterilize every orifice of your body to compensate. Unfortunately, the solutions that co-incide with these procedures contra-indicate general anesthesia.”
Diris lifted an eyebrow.
Kaidi then spoke plainly, “You’ll be enduring six procedures which sterilize your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, lungs and stomach, lower GI tract, and your… OTHER nether regions.”
Diris smacked a palm to her forehead and laughed, “So THAT’S why Officer Jake was being so shy about this: You’re going be “exfoliating” my “nether regions”.
Kaidi smirked at this comment, “Yes.”
“So uh…” Diris said, sitting straight back in the seat, “For the sake of privacy, why can’t I just… brush my teeth, clean my ears, douche myself, etcetera?”
Kaidi laughed, “I think you’ll find that these procedures are a LOT more in-depth than a simple douching. But let’s not waste any more time.” Kaidi rolled up Diris’ sleeve and swabbed an area with alcohol, then without warning pulled out a huge autoinjector and jabbed it into Diris’ arm. The thick gauged needle shot into her muscle and began injecting its drugs. Diris didn’t even flinch.
“Sorry about that” Kaidi remarked, “But most people don’t react well when they see such a thick needle.” After a few moments, Kaidi withdrew the syringe, and gently kneaded at the injection sight before throwing the spent injector into a special waste bin and saying, “Done.”
“Done?” Diris laughed.
“The first procedure anyway.” Kaidi reached around behind the chair and rolled an already set up IV bag into Diris’ view, and began swabbing Diris’ hand with alcohol.
“What’s that?” Diris inquired, pointing at the bag.
“That’s just saline water. The drug I just administered is an extreme diuretic, so you’re going to start losing a lot of fluids now, that’s just there to keep you hydrated.” Kaidi expertly stuck Diris with the needle, and soon, saline was slowly dripping into her bloodstream.
“Now we begin the exfoliating process” She lifted a safety latch on the side of the chair and placed her hand over the button. “Please place your arms flat on the armrests.” When Diris complied, Kaidi pressed the button, and suddenly steel latches fired out of the chair around Diris’ wrists, waist, neck, and ankles, immobilizing her. Diris yelped as the cold steel bindings contacted her neck. The chair reclined, and a bright spotlight lit up her face.
Diris fought against the bonds.
“Please relax Diris, nothing that I’m going to do is going to hurt you” Kaidi began flipping a series of switches on the chair, “But because we’re working so precisely with your eardrums, sinuses, and other delicate areas, it’s very important that you don’t move.” Diris begrudgingly elected to relax. Kaidi continued “We’re going to start from the top and work our way down, beginning with the ears.”
Kaidi pressed a button, and a set of what appeared to be oversized headphones approached Diris’ face. Kaidi adjusted the size of the would-be headphones to Diris’ head and said, “I’m beginning the second procedure. This is going to feel very weird, and be very noisy, but it should not hurt. If it does hurt, let me know and we’ll stop.” Kaidi flipped a switch, and the device began its work. Not sure what to expect next, Diris clamped her eyes shut. A gush of some sort of bubbling liquid flushed into her ears, and long, soft, circular brushes followed. Suddenly, they began rapidly spinning, contacting every crevice of her ear. Diris wasn’t prepared for this and let out a long gentle moan. “Oh my god. That feels incredible.” she said, opening her eyes momentarily to see Kaidi evidently laughing at this statement. Diris closed her eyes again and enjoyed the sensations.
After a minute or so, the brushes withdrew from her ears. The device gently heated and dried her, and then fell silent. Kaidi removed the device from Diris’ head. “How do your ears feel?”
“Amazing. Cleaner than I’ve ever felt in my life.” She replied.
“Not so bad huh? The ear sterilizer always makes a good first impression.” Kaidi began flipping some switches once more, “The third procedure cleanses your eyes. This is more straightforward.” With her left hand, Kaidi pulled a visor over Diris’ eyes and held it there, then flipped one last switch. The visor began to fill with what felt like warm water. “Please blink your eyes repeatedly” Diris did so. Whatever this liquid was, it wasn’t water. It felt just like her own tears. After about thirty seconds, the visor emptied, and Kaidi lifted it away from Diris’ face.
Kaidi grabbed a pen light from her front pocket and checked Diris’ eyes. “How do your sinuses feel?” Diris inhaled through her nose “Like I ate a raw pepper.”
“Good, and your eyes look squared away.” Kaidi laughed, she pocketed her pen light then reached far above and detached what looked like some sort of clear gasmask with an elaborate series of tubes sticking out of it “Three down, three to go. This is where the intrusive part starts.” Kaidi attached the mask to Diris’ face, and adjusted it until it created an airtight seal.
The mask began feeding her air. “Diris” Kaidi began, “Because of the… alarming nature of what this mask does, it’s best if I instead describe what it’s doing AS it’s happening,” Diris opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted when a surge of warm, slightly salty liquid flooded her mouth.
“This is a solution of Perfluerocarbonic soap, it’s designed to clean out your stomach and respiratory tract.”
Diris found this very intriguing for a few moments until her need to breathe began to arise. She let out a muffled wine.
“Diris, Perfluerocarbon is a breathable liquid, you need to inhale it.”
Diris gave Kaidi a horrified stare, and refused to exhale.
“It won’t hurt you Diris. It’s going to make things easier if you just breathe.”
Diris shook her head no. Kaidi casually sat down on the stool, “So be it. You’ll have to breathe eventually.”
Diris desperately shook her snout around in a vain attempt to throw the mask off of her face to breathe. Her need to breathe grew critical, and in a few moments, a tiny stream of air was released against her will, which was visually demonstrated when it was sucked up through one of the tubes.
Kaidi stood up and placed her hand on Diris’ shoulder, “That’s it Diris, don’t fight it.”
Then all at once, Diris had no choice but to release all of the air in her lungs. With no air left in her lungs, she gave one last pleading look into Kaidi’s red eyes before sharply inhaling.
In that split second, her throat closed. The dragoness’ eye’s clenched, and she violently writhed. “Don’t panic. You’ve simply held your breath too long and your body thinks it is drowning. Your trachea is closing, but the solution will force it to dilate in a moment.”
Diris was too immersed in her own world of discomfort to comprehend this. She continued squirming in place when she felt the fluid seeping into her windpipe, and in an instant, she felt everything open up and relax, the liquid flowing freely into her lungs.
“Breath with me Diris. In.” Kaidi inhaled deeply, “Out” Kaidi exhaled. “In” She inhaled, “Out” She exhaled. Diris came to her senses enough to follow these instructions, and with Kaidi’s coaching, soon began to calm down.
“First time is always tougher for some than others” Kaidi smiled, “It’s kind of like teaching a kid to open their eyes underwater. For some, it’s no problem, but others will fight it tooth and nail, yet when they finally do it, they find out that it’s not that big of a deal.”
Diris was still engulfed with the relief of being able to breath. The warm liquid felt heavy to move, but had an unusually soothing effect on her lungs. Kaidi turned a valve, and one of the unused tubes pumped a pinkish liquid into the solution. As Diris began inhaling this, she felt another sensation.
“You should start feeling an intense urge to swallow. This is normal, go along with it.” This time, Diris put up no resistance, and began swallowing vast amounts of the liquid. Curiously, swallowing it felt pleasurable, and each gulp felt more satisfying than the last. Once her stomach became bloated with the solution Kaidi turned this solution off, and Diris’ urge to swallow went away.
Diris stayed in this condition for about five minutes. Kaidi stepped on a button, and the chair stood itself up, “Alright, now the tricky part. It’s better if I explain this to you now.” Diris opened her eyes and glared attentively at Kaidi. “I’m going to count to three, and then hit this lever.” She motioned to a white lever, “The mask is going to fill with air. When this happens, I need you to cough forcefully. I’ll then hit this lever” She motioned to a green lever, “and it will release a gas that will make you feel nauseous. Don’t fight the nausea. If you just go along with it, it will be the most pleasant regurgitation you’ve ever had.” Diris nodded her head. “Okay. One. Two. Three” Kaidi threw the first switch, and the liquid was rapidly displaced with dry air. Diris began coughing, and as the air touched her windpipe, the stinging sensation encouraged her to cough even harder. Once she had coughed up most of the fluid, Kaidi flipped the second lever, and in the next moment, Diris was spewing up the fluid from her stomach. It came up effortlessly, and it wasn’t the least bit unpleasant. Once her bloated stomach emptied, the gas stopped, and Diris’ lungs had completely drained, Kaidi detached the mask from Diris’ face.
Kaidi began set up the next procedure “Four out of six down. Not so bad huh?” Diris gently nodded, still recovering from the ordeal. “Hang in there. Just two more traumatizing procedures and you’ll get to go slogging through the hot, humid, poison-ivy ridden, raptor-infested forest.” Diris couldn’t help but chuckle at this comment.
Kaidi held a nozzle in one hand, “This next procedure is going to cleanse your lower GI tract… it’s a simple enema with a not-so-simple solution. Of course, I need to remove your pants to do this.”
“Okay.” Diris stated begrudgingly.
Kaidi flipped two switches, and in one smooth motion, the chair reclined, her legs were spread apart, and a dozen or so robotic forceps descended from the ceiling and stripped off her lower ACUs, and her panties. Diris rolled her eyes, “So this is what our tax dollars are funding” Kaidi burst into laughter. “I’m pretty sure you know how this works.” Kaidi began, “there’s no discreet way of doing this. I’m going to fill your bowels with a chemical that is going to completely sterilize it. I’ll need you to hold this for thirty seconds, and then release it. Don’t worry about the floor.”
“Let’s get this over with” said Diris, who turned her head away from Kaidi.
Kaidi handed a nozzle to one of the robotic forcepts, which then proceeded to insert it into Diris’ rectum. This made Diris wince. She had received an enema only once before, and was not accustom to this sort of thing. The nozzle began pumping fluid into her intestines, and in about a minute, Diris’ belly was inflated to twice its size.
“Phew… How much more is there?” Diris was feeling the pressure.
“Done” Kaidi responded. The robotic forceps pulled the nozzle out of her rectum, and reclaimed their rightful place, hanging from the ceiling.
Kaidi began tracking her watch. With the nozzle now removed from her tailhole, Diris strained to retain the liquid. The time ticked by slowly, but eventually, she was told she could relax. The clear, oily solution gushed out of her like a gardening hose, and in a few moments, her belly returned to its normal size. Pipes from above began spraying some sort of soapy solution to the floor that was re-directing the bowel solution to a nearby drain.
“One last procedure Diris.” Kaidi stopped what she was doing and spun slowly in place, taking a moment to ensure that all of the windows in the room were indeed covered. “As you know, your body naturally gives off minute levels of pheromones and other odorous materials via the genitals.” Kaidi sat down on her stool, “The natural lubricant of your vaginal walls can be addressed rather simply. However, although the drugs administered have halted the production of this fluid, the glands that provide this lubrication are still somewhat saturated. Simply put, we need to get the last bit of that lubricant out.”
“Okay…” Diris said, with an uncertain look on her face. “And how is that accomplished?”
Kaidi hesitated, and then said in a hushed tone, “Sexual arousal”.
Diris’ eyes shot wide open. “Oh.”
There was a silence.
Finally, Diris laughed and said, “Well I sure as hell don’t think it’s going to happen with my arms clamped to this chair.”
“Right of course, I intend on freeing up your arms, but you won’t be doing this stimulation yourself.”
The not-so-surprised dragoness replied, “So who’s the lucky robot?”
“Well, I’m glad you asked” Kaidi stood up and approached the chair once more, lifting a safety latch, and pressing a large red button. Suddenly, the clamps around her arms and neck withdrew themselves, the back of the chair pushed her forwards, and then completely detached and escalated to the ceiling. With her legs and waist still bound, the seat underneath her began to shift and transform until it fit the contours of her body. The position of the leg clamps shifted, bringing her to a kneeling position over what ergonomically resembled a motorcycle seat, complete with handles. Diris grabbed the apparent handles and balanced herself. Now kneeling on the seat, a portion of the padding opened up, forming a seal around her vulva.
Kaidi sat down on her stool, and in front of her, a floor tile moved to the side, and a large keyboard arose from it. She pressed a power button on it, and suddenly a large holographic screen appeared in front of her. After cracking her knuckles, she started typing something in, and Diris’ vital signs showed up on the hologram.
“Currently, your Bartholin saturation, or “B-Sat” level is forty-six percent. To be completely scentless, we want that to be less than half of a percent.” Kaidi was typing quickly as she talked, “The machine is going to do all the work. It will sexually arouse you, bring you to the peak of sexual arousal, hold you there, and finally, allow you to climax.”
Diris lowered her head slightly, “Do I HAVE to climax?”
Kaidi responded, “Well… Technically, no.”
In a serious tone Diris said, “I’d rather not have an orgasm in front of you…”
Kaidi laughed and said, “The choice is yours… but I think you’ll see things very differently later on… There’s a very good reason it brings you to orgasm.”
“Uh-huh…” Diris gave an indifferent glare. She leaned one arm casually on the supportive bar. “Let’s get this over with then.”
As Kaidi finished typing in a few last lines of commands, Diris began checking her nails and said, “I don’t see how this thing’s going to arouse me anyway. I’m totally turned off right now.”
Kaidi entered one last command, hovered her finger over the keyboard, and made one final comment, “You’ll see” before tapping the confirm button.
Suddenly, a gush of warm gooey liquid filled her cavity, which was quickly followed by two, powerful, somewhat tentacle-like appendages.
Near instantaneously, Diris yelped. “Oh GOD!” The embarrassed dragoness clamped her claws over her blushing snout in an attempt to muffle her moans.
“I see you’re the noisy type.” Kaidi wasn’t expecting that reaction, and tried to keep a straight face, “It’s okay, feel free to vocalize if you wish.”
The appendages rubbed, flexed, pushed, and sucked at every inch of her walls. The sensations were incredible, and Diris struggled to contain herself, “Kaidi! Ah! Kaidi, if… if this is automatic, do you HAVE to be here?!”
With a somewhat sympathetic look on her face, Kaidi nodded her head and explained, “Afraid so. Although this machine detects vital signs and sexual arousal on a level of cellular accuracy, unmonitored, the neuron-sensitizing effects of the fluid, combined with the physical stimulation of the exfoliating appendages have been known to cause people with pre-existing heart conditions to go into ventricular fibrillation during the second stage of-“
“KAIDI!” Diris yelled. “I don’t need the long-winded version! I don’t have any heart problems, may I PLEASE have some privacy?!”
“Sorry Diris.” Kaidi shook her head, “I have to follow protocol.”
At this point, Diris was partially curled into a ball, with her snout buried in her arms in an attempt to muffle her moans. The overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations made her want to cry out.
“Now now, there’s no need to be bashful Diris, I’m a professional” Kaidi said in an assuring voice. “Just close your eyes and do what comes natural.”
Diris struggled for a few moments longer before breaking down. She closed her eyes, grabbed the handlebars, and let it all out. With every twist and tug of the tentacles, an ecstatic moan followed. “Oh YES!” She bellowed, “Oh… GOD yes!” Diris had never felt a sexual pleasure this intense before, and it didn’t take long before she felt her orgasm imminent. “I’m gonna…!” Diris gasped, bracing herself for the orgasm, but just when she was about to slip over the edge, the tentacles slowed their movement instantly. Diris needily bucked her hips against the tentacles, but she couldn’t move much more than an inch.
Diris opened her eyes and shot a desperate, confused glance at Kaidi.
“I’m sorry Diris. But your B-Sat level is five and a half percent. It needs to be under half of a percent before I can let you orgasm.”
Diris’ body shuddered. Longing for the sensations to continue, she asked “How long will this take?”
“A few minutes”
“Can you speed it up?!”
“I’m afraid not.”
Diris tried to relax and get a grip over her senses, but whenever she began to calm down, the teasing tentacles would pick up speed, bringing her again to the edge, but not letting her orgasm. When the tentacles slowed to a crawl, it felt like time followed.
Kaidi continued to observe the hologram, “Your B-Sat is at two percent.”
A few more moments passed before Diris’ eyes began to well up in tears, “Kaidi! Please! I can’t take it!” Diris was squirming, desperately trying to grind against the tantalizingly slow movements of the tentacles.
“You’re going to be okay Diris, just hang in there, you’re already at one percent.”
Diris’ thoughts were spinning. She ached so badly for release, her vision was going out of focus.
“PLEASE!” She shrieked.
“Point seven five percent Diris, you’re doing good.”
A thick glob of saliva stretched out of Diris’ mouth. She let out a long, frustrated groan, and then began savagely clawing at the machine under her. This frustrated her even more. She grew nauseous and soon began vomiting, covering the handle bars with the pink solution from the previous procedures.
Though sympathetic, Kaidi took no particular alarm to this behavior, “Point five five percent, just a few more seconds…”
Diris brought her arms to her body, her fingers contorted.
“Point four nine Diris. You’re done.”
Diris’ face lit up like she had just seen an angel.
“I can allow you to orgasm now, or we can rev the system down to spare you the embarrassment of-“
“PLEASE.” Diris squealed in an undignified manner. “LET ME CUM”
Kaidi began typing something in and began, “Okay. If you’d like, I can set it up so I can remotely start it in the other room to give you some privacy.”
“PLEASE, NOW! I’M BEGGING YOU!” Tears poured down Diris’ face.
With no further delay, Kaidi briskly entered a line of code and pressed enter.
Suddenly, the tentacles began to speed up their motions, and in a matter of moments Diris’ orgasm hit her full throttle. She clenched the handle bars and released a sharp cry. Her walls convulsed viciously around the tentacly appendages, and each contraction brought on an unprecedented wave of pleasure: An orgasm so intense, that it made up for every moment of the torturous ordeal. It continued to carry on for well over half a minute before finally beginning to taper down. The panting dragoness collapsed on the handlebars, eyes closed, every muscle in her body relaxing in the aftermath. She flinched slightly as the apparatus around her vulva released the seal, and the cleansing solution audibly gushed outwards.
“We’re done Diris. I’ll show you to the recovery chamber.”
The clamps around Diris’ legs and waist withdrew into the machine. Now free from her bonds, Diris dismounted the machine and attempted to follow Kaidi, but her weakened, shaky knees began to give out. Kaidi clapped her hands twice, and a number of familiar robotic forceps caught her in midair, scooped her up, and cradled her, being careful to preserve the IV bag which still fed her fluids.
The forceps gingerly carried her to, and then placed her into a pill-shaped glass chamber that was just large enough to house her body. The chamber door closed and the robotic forceps retracted back into the ceiling.
Kaidi approached the chamber, “Soon you’ll be inhaling a gas that will put you to sleep, and sterilize your skin. I’ll then inject you with nutrients lost from the procedure. You will awaken in an hour. Enjoy your nap Diris.”
Even before the anesthetic gasses began to seep into the chamber, Diris closed her eyes, and began to drift off into a pleasant slumber.

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Debbie 2

The total humiliation and degradation of a teen girl with two nasty step brothers

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Birthday Dinner

It was david’s birthday.
Unlike regular birthdays, which came with presents, cake, and maybe a party, david’s birthdays only meant one thing: a brief reprieve from his daily duties and, perhaps more importantly, his mistress’s seemingly innumerable perversions. Today was his first break from Emma for 364 days, and to celebrate, she had made him dinner.
A whole steak (medium rare), mashed potatoes and some vegetables sat steaming on a plate on the edge of the dining table. It smelled amazing; saliva was building up at an almost uncontrollable rate in david’s mouth. It wasn’t often he was allowed to eat so much in one sitting – in order to keep his ass clean, Emma kept in place a harsh meal and enema schedule, which involved plenty of roughage, and plenty of deep, oily enemas.
Emma was sitting at the table in casual attire: a pink singlet, jeans, and white socks. Her shoulder-length blonde hair wasn’t tied up in a tight, cruel bun like usual – today it was just as free as david. Her sharp features, however, remained. Even the light smile she wore didn’t do much about those. david himself was in jeans ans a plain white t-shirt – the only plain clothes Emma kept for him. Everything else was leather or latex.
david was standing in the doorway, staring at the food. Emma giggled a little.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, with a grin.
Habit kept david from doing much without being prompted by his mistress. “I was waiting, m-” Emma had told him at the beginning of the day that he wouldn’t need to say the word “mistress” after saying anything to her – another habit he found hard to break. “I was waiting.”
“Nonsense,” she said, standing up. “It’s your birthday.” She beckoned to him.
He walked to the table, entranced by the aromas coming from the plate. He was about to pull out a chair before she spoke again.
“Stop.”
He froze immediately – another habit.
Emma drifted over to david, and placed a hand on his stomach. She caressed his belly a little, then put her face to his ear, and whispered, “Take off your clothes.”
david did so as fast as he could. He pulled the baggy jeans off clumsily, nearly tripping over, but still, he never took his eyes off the food.
“Now,” said Emma, sitting back down. “I’ve been thinking about what to get you for your birthday for quite some time, and it’s only just occurred to me what I think you’d really like.”
“What’s that?” asked david.
Her voice came down like a whip. “What’s that, mistress.”
david gulped. “What’s that, mistress?”
“An extra day of servitude, slave. I don’t want to waste a day each year pandering to some kind of normality. I want to control you, to humiliate you, to degrade you every single hour of every single day.”
She paused, allowing david a moment to respond. He said nothing.
“And it came to mind that that’s just what you want as well, isn’t it?”
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
“That’s good. Now, cum on your birthday dinner.” She smirked.
david’s heart sunk. “Mistress, I-”
“Cum on your dinner, slave”
david didn’t think twice. He started jerking his half-erect cock, whilst Emma looked on in evident glee. He felt his face turn red as his cock grew more and more erect until it was fully engorged.
“Cum,” said Emma.
The command triggered an intense rush of pleasure in david – it rippled all through his body and ended on the tip of his cock. Like any good slave, he had been trained to cum on command. In the brief moments he had, he pointed his dick at the plate, before spurting his cum all over it. Four, five, six, seven pulsing waves of sticky, white semen were sent onto the food – and as the pleasure drifted from his cock, david realized what had to happen next.
“Now sit,” said Emma, getting up again.
“Yes, mistress,” said david, and he drew the seat from beneath the table. He was surprised to see a large butt plug, sitting at its center. The reason he was surprised was because his eating schedule had not been in effect all day, meaning nothing would be going up his ass without getting dirty. He suspected that Emma didn’t really mind about that, however.
“I want you to sit on it,” she said. “I’m going to fetch some things, and when I come back, that thing better be all the way up, and you better be tucking in to your creamy birthday dinner.” She strutted from the room.
david didn’t hesitate. He quickly probed his ass with a finger to gauge its tightness. Today was also the first day of the past year during which he was not required to wear his training plug – something that had caused his anus to tighten back to a regular level. He bent down hastily, and took the 1.5-inch-wide black plug in his mouth, spitting up as much saliva as he possibly could. To his confusion, his tongue found a small hole at its top – he continued, however, not one to let curiosity stop his task. He made sure to spit out a little extra saliva to ensure that it would go in on the first try – he wouldn’t be able to go ass-to-mouth today.
When it was satisfactorily lubricated, he sat on it. Although his asshole was tighter than usual, it opened just as fast as usual, welcoming the invader just as it had been trained to do. david let out a small groan as it slid up him, filling up his insides, which he suspected were already somewhat crowded. He passed the widest part of the plug, and the rest of it popped up into him, attaching him to the chair.
Not wanting to disappoint Emma, he pulled the plate toward him. The cum was thick and ropy, and was drizzled across most of the plate. There was no avoiding it, so he picked up the cutlery an cut himself a bite-size portion of the steak. It was pink in the middle, and released a peppery aroma as he sawed. A generous dollop of cum sat on the top, and was starting to drizzle over the side. He rammed it into his mouth before it could drip off, and started to chew.
The meat separated in his mouth, and the cum clung to itself and his teeth, coating them in that familiar, salty glue. The steak, he figured, was great, but it was hard to taste over the rich, warm cum. He swallowed, then licked the remaining semen from his gums and teeth. He shoveled some mashed potato onto his fork – at least he could swallow this all at once, cum and all, and hopefully not have to experience the bitterness. He brought it to his mouth and gulped it down. Not bad, but a little cum did end up stuck to the back of his throat.
“I’m baack,” sang Emma.
david turned, chewing some more cum-steak. Emma was holding a large metal stand, upon which hung a large enema bag, filled with…something. She placed it next to david.
“Are you enjoying your meal?” she queried.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s good.” She started fiddling with the rubber tube that extended from the bag. “Well,” she barked. “Did I ask you to stop eating?”
“No, mistress,” said david, who then hastily shoveled some more cum-covered potato into his mouth. He felt something under the chair, and figured she must be plugging the tube into the bottom of the plug – why else was the hole there?
Emma stood up, holding a large bulb in hand. The bulb was connected by a separate tube to the underside of the chair. “I have some birthday surprises for you,” she said, grinning. “Two, to be exact.”
david knew he didn’t need to say anything, and, to appease his mistress, cut a piece of steak that had on it an extra-large puddle of cum. He chewed that one slowly, ignoring the liquid as it spread through his mouth.
“The first,” she said, and squeezed, making the butt plug inflate slightly.
david struggled not to gasp and to continue chewing his food.
“Mmm. Did you like that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Would you like another?”
“Yes, mistress,” came the reply.
She squeezed again, and david felt the rubber push up against the sides of his anal cavity. The plug was getting taller and wider, all at the same time. She squeezed again, and again, and again, until david felt like his ass couldn’t give anymore – and then she squeezed again, and david squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. It felt to be the size of a large fist – and david should know, because he’d experienced Emma’s clenched fist up his ass on numerous occasions, and her hand was, thankfully, quite small.
“Aww, I thought you were enjoying that,” said Emma, with another giggle.
david tried to correct himself out of fear of punishment. “No mistress, I-”
“Shut up,” said Emma. “Now, would you like your second surprise?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I thought you might. Unlike the first surprise, this one isn’t actually a thing, like that lovely plug stuck up your hole. It’s a piece of information. See that mashed potato you’re enjoying?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Not only is it filled with your – delicious, I’m sure – cum, but it’s also filled with a special ingredient – laxative. Which means, in a few minutes from now, I suspect, you’re going to start feeling the need to expel everything from your ass – and that’s not just because of the lovely mineral oil enema I’m about to give you. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yes, mistress.” david could feel it coming on already – a deep heavy feeling in his stomach, moving down towards his ass in pulses.
Emma did something under the chair, and david felt warm liquid start to fill his ass. He groaned out loud, uncaring of the possible repercussions. The bag, he now noticed, was extra large – it would take a while before he’s taken it all, and he would have to take it all, because that was one of Emma’s many rules.
Emma sat down, across from david. “How does it feel?”
“Wonderful, mistress,” said david, through gritted teeth.
“That’s good. Now, the choice is yours when you want me to remove the plug and fetch you a bucket. You can dump your insides just as soon as you finish dinner!” Emma laughed.
david stared down at the half-finished meal, constantly aware of his rapidly-filling insides and the overwhelming feeling of needing to expel their contents.
“Just make sure you get hard again, though,” said Emma, getting comfortable. “Because I bought a cake for you as well.”

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Owned

Lita had just finished getting ready to go out for the night and was looking in the mirror to see if she approved of the reflection. She had long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. Her 5’2 frame was heightened by heels as usual and a black sequined mini dress tightly wrapped around her petite body and small but beautifully rounded and perky breasts. She smiled and decided she looked pleasing enough. She poured herself a drink and turned on the TV to pass the time while she got a little tipsy before leaving for the party.
A couple of drinks later she heard a slight noise behind her and quickly turned her head to see what had produced the sound, her eyes caught a flash of sudden movement and then everything went black.
Lita woke up in what seemed to be some kinda shop, the walls were ridged metal and there were various tools laying about. Her head hurt extremely bad and she was immediately cold, still only wearing the mini dress, the cement floor was hard and freezing to her skin and her shoes were nowhere to be seen. Without much thought she quickly jumped up to her feet in an attempt to sporadically run outside of this place. However, before she even took 5 bounds she was harshly ripped back to the floor by a tether that was connected to a collar around her neck. She choked and coughed for awhile and her hands went up to finger the leather collar around her now sore neck. She broke into wild sobs of fright and tried to tear at the collar…in the midst of all this panic lights flashed on, brightening the previously dim building, Lita heard jingling and immediately after saw two large Doberman Pinscher’s run up to her. Lita automatically screamed as the dogs started licking her face, she slightly calmed once she realized they weren’t going to attack her. She saw that the two dogs were wearing collars almost identical to her own, only they each had name tags dangling from there’s; Drake and Tiberius. Plain shock and confusion temporarily silenced her cries.
At hearing footsteps Lita looked up to see a man walk towards here with a slight but cruel smile on his face, as if he had just made a clever joke at someone’s expense.
“Who are you?!! What do you want with me? Please let me go! Let me go!” Lita began screaming frantically which was immediately answered by the two dogs starting to growl and bare their teeth at her. Noticing this Lita stopped and was gasping for air, tears streaming down her face, she relinquished a final and diminished “Please…help me.”
“Good job, boys. Drake..Tiberius…here” The man said calmly while pulling two dog treats out of his suit pocket. The dogs came over to retrieve the treats and the man stroked each one one of them lovingly behind the ears for a moment, then he looked down towards Lita…his cold eyes narrowing in on her.
“You’ll learn quickly that my dogs don’t take kindly to screaming…if you want some advice, I’d make as little noise as possible.” He walked towards her and roughly put his hand under her chin and forced her face upwards to look at her closely.
“Let’s get this established right here and now…I kidnapped you from your apartment, and you are now mine. Simple as that. You will take everything that I wish to subject you to. And maybe after some time, I’ll let you free…but that won’t be for quite awhile so I wouldn’t worry about it. I can’t stress this enough…don’t plead or beg for your freedom because you won’t get it and you’ll only annoy me. You are my possession now. You exist basically as furniture…even my two dogs outrank you. Got it?”
Lita just let out some more frantic sobs…she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. No, it couldn’t…she’ll wake up soon or this will be just some sick joke. She felt sick…oh god, this was real. Instinctually she let out more whimpers and a nearly inaudible “Pll…ease.”
She was responded to by a sharp slap in the face by the man.
“I won’t tell you again…just shut up. Don’t speak unless spoken to and refer to me always as “Master.” Do I make myself clear?” He emphasized his question with a threatening jerk on her tether.
She took a couple seconds to speak, her mouth not wanting to work correctly, “Y—Yes, Master” She looked down at the ground still crying.
“Good, good. Now what shall we name this little bitch?” The man she only knew as Master said, more to the dogs than to her. “Hmmm, a good name will come to me eventually…for now just ‘bitch’ will work.”
“First things first, take those fucking clothes off, bitch! You’re not good enough for clothes. Clothes are for people not worthless pets!” He yelled at her.
It took Lita a second to react but out of fear she quickly unzipped herself out of the dress…she hadn’t been wearing a bra but she hesitated when it came to her black panties.
Master saw this hesitation and quickly leaned out and pinched her cold hard nipple extremely hard and even twisted it slightly.
Lita let out a small yelp, hindered by the previous warning about the dogs being trained to lash out against loud noise.
She quickly pulled her panties down her legs, around her feet, and let them lay on the floor. She tried to keep her legs losed out of embarrassment but the man roughly kicked her knees apart.
“No, let’s see the bitch’s pussy. I need to inspect what kinda bitch I own.” He gruffly demanded.
She helplessly held her knees open as she sat naked on the cold cement.
“Well, at least your shaved…stand up and get on this table so I can have a better look.” He ordered.
She quickly got to her feet and pulled herself up onto the rough work table. Master unlocked the tether around her collar and pushed her back onto the table so she was laying flat on it. He roughly spread her legs.
He began pulling her cunt lips apart and prodding at her clit as well as stretching her lips by pulling them roughly. Out of nowhere he delivered a sharp slap directly to her pussy, causing her to jerk in pain and bring her knees up. He quickly grabbed her legs and slammed them back into their former position.
Lita out of fear, murmured a panicked apology.
He ignored her and started toying with her stiff nipples…pulling them and roughly pinching them. And then he moved down to her asshole and started prodding it.
“Have you ever been fucked in your ass, bitch?” He demanded.
Lita surprised by the question quickly said, “No…never.”
He smiled cruelly, “We’ll definitely fix that.”
Lita started to protest but realized it would be futile.
” Well, let’s see how wet you get…start rubbing yourself.” He stated nonchalantly.
“Wh–what?” Lita asked, in a state of shock.
His hand shot out and swiftly and strongly pinched her clit. Lita let out a tiny scream. “You fucking heard me…don’t play innocent, you dirty little bitch.”
Tears once again started pouring out of her eyes as her hand slowly and awkwardly started rubbing her clit.
Master just stood back and watched as if he were a judge in a contest.
“You’re not stopping til you get wet…so put some fucking feeling into it, you dumb whore.” He said in a low voice.
Lita closed her eyes and tried to focus…she could feel the cold air on her naked pussy and this strange man’s eyes…before long her touch began to stir up pleasurable feelings and she felt her cunt begin to grow damp. She kept her eyes closed and quickened her pace, after awhile she felt a warm gush of cum push out of her cunt hole and her clit was now large and swollen.
“Stick a finger in, bitch, then show me how wet you are.” He demanded.
Lita forced her finger into her slippery snatch and began to slowly fuck herself, and then she pulled it back out to show the man. She saw a string of wetness strung from her wet finger to her engorged and shining cunt.
“Mmmm…good. A real wet fucking slut. You’re soaking on demand, aren’t you? You dirty little whore.” He cruelly teased her, “Now suck all that cunt juice off your finger.”
Lita, still obviously scared, was now aroused, unwillingly but still aroused. She put her finger inside her mouth and tasted her sweet and salty wetness.
“Alright, let’s see how much of a whore you are…” The man said as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to his feet revealing a extremely large and extremely hard cock. He sat down on a wooden chair nearby, ” Now get off that table and come over here and ride my dick. Don’t just go through the motions because you have to ride it until you cum…and I can feel when a bitch comes so don’t try some stupid shit.”
Lita just gazed at him somewhat delirious from this brutal kidnapping and her arousal.
“NOW, BITCH.” He yelled.
She quickly scrambled off the table and over to him, she awkwardly tried to mount his lap and he forcefully slammed her down onto his giant cock by grabbing her hips.
Lita gasped in pain as she felt the hot dick rammed into her tight pussy. She sat motionless for a second.
“C’mon, slut. If you don’t cum quick enough you’ll be punished!” He threatened as he put his arms at his side, a gesture that implied she was to do all the work.
She began jerking up and down, sliding back and forth on th length of his cock. She felt so humilated…a bystander seeing the scene would think she was extremely horny and desperate to fuck. She didn’t want to find out what this man would do as a punishment though, and start to grind into him madly. She could feel her tits bouncing around as she bounced on his dick.
She could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm and began pumping her hips up and down even faster and finally she could feel an intense pressure rise up inside her cunt and immediately explode into waves of ecstasy. She could feel hot cum gush out of her, spraying out of her from the pressure of dick as she squirted everywhere.
Almost before she was even done cumming and could catch her breath the man pushed her off his dick and onto to the floor.
“Whoa, I have a squirter! What a fucking little slut! You loved it, didn’t you, bitch??” He laughed at her.
She laid on the ground completely humiliated, but her whole body warm and satisfied…which just added to her humiliation.
He started pushing his boot into her stomach, “Hey, I asked you a question, slut! You loved it, didn’t you? Come on! Thank me! Thank me and lick all your cum of my dick, slut.”
Lita got on her knees and tearfully whimpered, “Thank you, Master…thank you for fucking me. I l-loved it…” Her face was red with shame as he shoved his still hard cock into her face and forced her to lick off every drip of cum from it.
“Alright, that’s enough, slut.” He said while ripping her mouth off his cock by her hair. “Now get on your knees, head on the floor, and spread your ass open. And keep it open, bitch”
Lita tearfully did so, not liking where this was going. It was a really uncomfortable position and if possible she was even more embarrassed then she already had been. She had never had any kind of anal play whatsoever and now here she was on the floor spreading her ass cheeks apart for a sadistic stranger.
Master was shuffling through stuff on a nearby work bench but Lita couldn’t really see in her awkward position. Soon enough she saw him walk back towards here wheeling what seemed to be a hospital IV stand. When he got to her she could see it had a huge bag of what looked like water suspended from it.
“Have you ever heard of an enema, slut?”
She whimpered, “Yes, Master” She couldn’t believe this was about ready to happen to her.
She felt him slather some cold and thick gel onto her tight and puckered asshole…she assumed it was lube. And without a moments delay he was working some kind of rounded knob into her ass. She tried her best to keep quiet but it hurt so bad…she could feel the rim of her asshole stretching and it felt like it would tear. Finally the thick opening of the hose popped into her asshole, with her tight opening wrapped around the narrow part of the tube. He let go and the tube was held tightly in place.
She began to feel a cool stream of water enter her ass canal and she uncomfortably shifted.
“Keep still!” Master yelled as she slapped her ass hard.
She winced at the sharp pain but was even more concerned with the strange feeling of her ass, and now her stomach it seemed, being filled with the cool water. Master got down on his knees and felt her stomach and she could feel the water sloshing around inside her. He smiled as he poked her stomach and pushed it inwards knowing it caused her discomfort. She groaned as her insides started to cramp.
Finally the bag emptied out and she was relieved, but only for a split second. He shifted behind her and sternly ordered, ” I’m going to take the tube out now and you’re going to clench your ass as hard as you can. Even if a drop of water comes out you’ll be sorry.” He delivered another smack to her ass for emphasis.
He slowly began to twist the knob out of her ass, it hurt so much that it made it really hard to keep her ass tight but she tried her hardest out of fear. And with a popping noise he pulled it completely out of her ass.
“Alright, now get up…keep holding that ass shut!” He yelled.
Lita slowly and awkwardly maneuvered to a standing position, she was slightly hunched over due to her full and cramping stomach. The man laughed, obviously amused.
“Alright, now dance!” He said, laughing.
Lita stared at him, pleading with her eyes. He twisted her nipples extremely hard at her reluctance, “Bitch, I said dance! Dance for me like the little whore you are.”
Lita, starting to cry once more, started to rotate and sway her hips trying to mimic the movements of a stripper. She knew she probably looked so ridiculous, freakishly dancing with her ass clenched tight as she could and stomach swollen.
“Come on, whore. You’re going to have to try harder than that. That wouldn’t turn anyone on!” He cruelly teased.
After what seemed like forever and just when she didn’t think she’d be able to hold it in anymore he told her she could stop.
He led her over to the other end of the compound and told her to squat over a drain in the floor.
“Alright, you can let it out.”
With immense relief she unclenched her ass and felt a stream of water gush out of her…every couple of seconds the stream would stop and then begin to spray out again unevenly. She couldn’t believe how much water had been inside her…just when she thought all of it was out she would start spraying again.
“Come on, bitch…squeeze hard! I want it all out.”
She tightened her muscles and squeezed as hard as she could while a final gush of water splashed out…she felt so disgusting doing this while he watched.
“Alright, now walk back to the table, lean over it, and open up your ass again! Hurry!” He ordered.
She quickly did so, dreading what she knew was coming. She leaned her torso over the table but realized she was too short to touch the ground, while leaning onto it since her hips didn’t quite reach the table top.
He immediately noticed it and ordered her to jump up, lay her torso on the table while her bottom half and legs dangled off with her feet hanging inches from the floor. Her weight crushed her hip bones uncomfortably on the table and it hurt even more to stretch her arms back to spread her ass open.
“Now, beg for me to fuck your ass. Beg like the nasty whore you are. Really convince me you want it.” He said.
Lita bit her lip in shame, took a breath of air and started, “Please, Master…Please fuck my ass. Please, I need it. This horny slut needs her…ass fucked. Please, Master.”
“Alright, alright…don’t seem so pathetic!” He said. And before she knew what was happening he grabbed her hips from behind and rammed his dick hard into her ass, which was still slightly gaping from the enema. She unwittingly screamed but he didn’t seem to mind this time. She felt like she was being torn in half…there wasn’t near enough lube still remaining and she could feel the friction as his dick pounded in and out. Her asshole was spasming strangely and she was moaning with pain. He fucked her mercilessly for about 10 minutes, Lita felt that she might pass out from the pain, and then he slowed his pace down and moaned as she felt a hot stream spray into her tight asshole.
He pulled out and she could immediately feel the cum push out of her burning ass and drip down her legs. There seemed to be a ton of it as it kept flowing out of her throbbing ass. Once again he forced his waning cock into her face and demanded she lick him clean. She did so submissively, in a daze from the pain and almost happy for it to be over.
“What a tight little asshole, you sloppy cunt! Thank me for fucking your ass so good!”
“Thank you, Master.” She meekly said
“Alright, I think I’ll call you Squirt…since you obviously love to cum and squirt all over like a little whore in heat.” He said while stroking her back. “Now, get up…I have things to do for the rest of the night so you’re going to bed.”
She gingerly got up from the table, her ass in so much pain, she could barely walk it seemed. However, walking was deemed unneccessary as he pushed her to the ground.
” You’re to crawl unless told otherwise!” He chastised her gruffly.
He led her to a large metal dog pen in the corner that had a few old blankets inside. She crawled in and he locked it up. “Alright, goodnight, Squirt. I want you to sleep with your legs spread open…If I come her in the morning and you’re legs are closed I’ll fuck you with a dog brush, got it? Trust me, little sluts don’t like that…I would know.” He laughed as he walked out the door. Then the lights shut off leaving her in complete darkness. Lita spread her legs open and fell asleep crying.
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She awoke to the two dogs, Drake and Tiberius, brushing up against her cage. Their collars making clinking noises against the metal frame of the cage. She was immediately relieved to see that she had somehow held her legs open all night…apparently the fear allowed her subconscious to enable it.
She looked up to see the Master strolling her towards her.
“Well, already showcasing that little cunt off this morning? Such a slut! You better not tease Tiberius and Drake!” He smugly greeted her.
Lita didn’t like that implication.
“Alright, crawl out of there now, Squirt.” He said as he opened the cage door.
Lita groggily obeyed, depressed that yesterday hadn’t been a nightmare only.
Master now had a little riding crop and he sharply brought it down on her ass as she crawling out of the cage. She winced with pain but noted that the dogs were staying away from her, they must be trained to keep their distance.
“Follow me, bitch.” He led her over to what she thought looked like a meat hook suspended from the high ceiling.
“Now stand up.”
She stood and he roughly grabbed her hands and bound them with rope, not tightly together though…but with a few inches of rope loose between her hands. He then pulled her hands over her head and pulled the loose rope over the hook so that she was lightly stretched with her arms held up and feet on the floor.
“Now, be sure to be a good little slut or I’ll raise the hook and you’ll have to stand on your tippy toes.” He said while brushing the riding crop over her breasts, and then out of nowhere snapping one of her nipples with it.
Having been stung unexpectedly she let out a tiny yelp of pain to which he punished with another slap to her other nipple.
“Now, spread your feet apart” He said while smacking her inner left shin with the crop to get her to stand with her legs apart.Once her legs were spread to his liking, her fastened them in place by some metal rings drilled into the floor. He raised the crop up to her pussy and lightly slapped at it for a bit. Then he went off to one of the work benches for a few seconds and came back with a few things that Lita couldn’t quite descipher.
“These, my slut, are nipple clamps! You’ll love them.” And without delay he pinched a small metal clamp with slightly pointed little teeth down onto her nipple. It hurt immediately on her small sensitive nipples and she winced, then he clamped on the other one.
“And these, are for your lips” He held up two clamps similar to the ones on her nipples to her face, but they had little chains attached to each of them with what seemed like a fishing weight hanging on each end, “Your cunt lips, of course. Last night I noticed they’re not as long and full as they should be. Luckily for you, I’ll fix that! It’ll take time of course, but I’m sure a dirty slut like you will enjoy it.”
Lita’s eyes opened wide as he reached down and attached each clamp and weight on her labia. The pain in her nipples had already began to dull even though she noticed her nipples were enlarged and very red, but these clamps shot a new pain through her body. Her pussy lips were already a tender area and now they had metal pinching into them and pulling downwards by the weight. She could feel the little weights dangling around with her thighs.
Master smiled at her, “Well, now I’ll just let you enjoy yourself for awhile…we’ll need to do this for awhile each day so your lips stretch out. I’ll leave Tiberius and Drake to keep you company.” He gave one more painful swat to her clit with the riding crop and then walked towards the door and then outside.
Lita groaned. How long would he leave her like this? How many days would she be forced to do this, more importantly? Would he ever let her go…? She began to grow sad, but no more tears came…maybe she cried all of them out yesterday. She began to think if her cunt lips really would stretch out and was even more dismayed. She didn’t want them to be longer…
She looked down at her nipples, they seemed extremely red and swollen…the skin swelling up around the clamps. But now they just ached with a dull pain…a dull pain that seemed to travel back and forth to her pussy. Was she really becoming aroused? Goddammit, she thought. I can’t believe this…before these last couple days she never thought she could get excited against her will.
She bent her neck to look down at her cunt and cringed at the sight her lips being pulled downwards by the weights…the skin surrounding the clamps very red…but the pain just a dull ache now. She noticed her clit, now slightly engorged, pushing through the upper labia. Then one of the dogs brushed against her legs. They were now starting to nervously pace around…it seemed as if they were nervous about their Master coming back.
She tried to push them away by bending her legs as much as she dared, but it seemed to make them more agitated. Tiberius actually started to growl so she fearfully stopped, thinking they might attack her or alert the Master.
Tiberius quit growling but started to nudge his head in between her legs, as dogs tend to do, painfully causing the weights to swing back and forth.
“Go away!” She sternly said but he just growled again. Finally he was pressing his snout into her cunt and he started to lick.
Oh god, no…she thought. What if the Master came back and saw? Maybe the sick bastard wanted this to happen. She was so disgusted…she tried to shift her weight around and jimmy her hips about to shew him away but it wasn’t working and only made the clamp weights swing around in a painful way.
Soon she felt Drake come up from behind and begin to nose around her ass, slipping his tongue in between her crack. She could feel his warm dog drool drip down her ass and thigh. She didn’t make a sound being afraid they might bite her sensitive regions. Tiberius was now full fledged licking her cunt with his big sloppy tongue, and Drake Drake started lapping from behind trying to share the juices that were no doubt beginning to leak from her cunt.
She had never been so mortified in her life, especially at the fact that she knew she was beginning to get turned on. She could feel her clit becoming even more swollen…her nipples deliciously aching. She noticed juices beginning to drip out of her cunt, only causing the dogs to lick more vigorously. Tiberius’ tongue sensing the source of the wetness began poking his tongue into her pussy hole, Drake lapping up what he could from behind.She could feel their teeth just gently graze her cunt and ass. She was just starting to barely moan when she heard the door swing open loudly.
Her head snapped up in fright to see the Master staring at her.
“Tiberius! Drake!” He yelled. The dogs immediately coward away from her and ran to his heels.
“What the fuck, slut? He said, walking towards her quickly ” You loved being tied their with those clamps on so much you just had to get my dogs to pleasure you?! Unbelievable.”
Coming up to her she slapped each breast extremely hard. Already made sensitive by the clamps, the slaps caused a super intense pain to her tits. Her nipples began to burn. He leaned into her and began underhand slapping her cunt over and over again, driving the clamps in further.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Lita shrieked with pain. ” They just started doing it! I couldn’t stop them!”
“But that didn’t stop you from enjoying it though, did it?” He asked, still taking turns smacking her throbbing tits and cunt.
“No, I didn’t!” She whined just wanting him to stop.
“Then why is your cunt soaking wet?!” He yelled as he shoved his open hand on her face, smearing all her pussy cream all over her face.
“I …couldn’t help it, Master. I’m sorry!” She begged.
He let up and and was now only lightly flicking at her nipples, still pretty painful. ” Well listen up, bitch. My dogs still out rank you, you worthless fuck hole. They get to do whatever they want to, if I’ll let them. And you’ll just have to deal with it.” He started chuckling now while also beginning to untie her hands.
Her arms loose and now back at her sides, they felt really sore from being held up for so long. Then he unhooked her feet from the floor and she stood there before him awkwardly.
“Now, your punishment for lying about not enjoying it. You will have to slap at each of your nipples until the clamps snap off. Got it, whore?” He asked cynically.
“Yes, Master?” Dreading the pain but wanting to please him so her punishment wouldn’t be worse.
“Go on then!!” He yelled in her face.
Lita took a breath, raised up her right hand, cringed, and then slapped her left nipple hard. The pain was intensely sharp, she could feel the teeth of the clamp drag into her skin but it didn’t fall off.
“HARDER, BITCH. Like you mean it!” He yelled again.
This time she rose her hand and struck at the tip of her nipple again, this time causing the clamp to clatter to the floor. Her nipple began to sting and burn much more than before, it was very red and swollen and completely hard.
She rose her had to the other nipple and repeated the same action. The clamp also flew to the floor and another intense pain seized her throbbing nipple.
“Alright, good, you little bitch. We’ll keep the clamps on your lips though.” He smiled while pinching one her nipples painfully. They were so unbelievably hard and sensitive.
“Now get on your knees and open your mouth.” He demanded.
Lita quickly did and he shoved his hard dick into her mouth and began to her mercilessly throat fuck her. She almost gagged several times and tears were streaming down her face. Finally her ripped his cock out and sprayed his hot load all over her face. She felt it drip down her face and down her neck, she went to wipe some off her eyelids but Master immediately smacked her hand out of the way.
“No! Let it dry like that, you dirty cum slut.” He zipped up his pants and walked over to a chair by the large table and sat down. “Now crawl over her, Squirt” He called while slapping his thighs as if she were another one of his dogs.
The cum was beginning to grow cold on her face and she felt it harden. She knew she must look ridiculous but she crawled over to him, feeling the weights awkwardly dangle between her legs.
“Get up on the table now.” He said.
She rose up, got up on the table, and laid on her back. He got up and spread her legs and painfully released each of the clamps. Taking them off brought back the pain rather than the dull ache and she felt her lips slowly begin to draw back up after being stretched out for so long.
He walked back over to his work shelves and shortly returned. He had to dildos in his hands. One large and girthy, probably about 9 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. The other was short and cone shaped…just probably 2 inches in diameter at the base. Without a word he shoved the bigger one deep into her pussy, and the other roughly into her ass.
Lita gasped with pain and shock. She was completely stuff full and it seemed she could feel the two toys almost touch each other through the thin membrane of skin. She could feel the toys beginning to slide out but Master roughly shoved them back in and began taping them in. He didn’t seem to care how much tape her used or that he was smoothing it over her lower stomach, ass, and thighs. She lay there under his gaze feeling completely stretched out. He then grabbed her tether and connected it to her collar, and locked the other end around the table.
He then disappeared for a minute into a storage closet that she just noticed was there and came back with a video camera on a tripod. He set it up in front of the table, aimed at her and spread open and stuff up cunt, her face covered with dried cum.
“Now, I’m going to leave on business for awhile…I’ll probably be gone around four hours…I want you to masturbate and cum 8 times while I’m gone…Got it? When I come back and check the camera I better see you cum that many times or you will seriously regret it, slut.”
And with that he quickly paced out the door and was gone.
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The Darkholme Academy Chronicles: Orientation

Gareth stood in front of the tall black gate. A duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries was clenched in his left hand. Behind him, the taxi pulled away, back in the direction of the small airport at which he had arrived only an hour ago.
A woman in a knee-high black skirt and black business jacket was striding towards the path that connected the gate to the expansive, black and red building that was Darkholme Academy.
Gareth pulled out a small booklet from a pocket in his bag. A Guide to Darkholme, it said on the cover. Underneath that was a grainy photo of the very same building that stood in front of him – only it didn’t seem half as big – and the tall black fence that ran the perimeter of the grounds seemed to have been photoshopped out. In the corner was the academy’s logo: a curled up mouse, around which were the words “Freedom in Discipline.” Made sense, seeing as the school was – as the booklet advertised – the “number one reformatory school for young men struggling with authority.”
Gareth was a couple of years out of high school (a place he barely graduated from) and was jobless and living out of his parents house. Most days he would spend masturbating to hardcore pornography while his parents were at work – he loved watching big-breasted pornstars taking big cocks and toys up their assholes – so it was much to his dismay when they saw it fit to send him to Darkholme, so that he may learn some valuable life lessons. He just saw it as more school.
“Good morning,” said the woman, who had reached the gate and was now unlocking the large padlock, which up until now, Gareth hadn’t noticed.
“Morning,” he replied.
She swung open the gate and extended her right hand. Gareth took it. She was much taller than him – a whole foot, maybe.
“Headmistress Ives,” she said.
“Gareth.”
She beckoned for him to step through, and he did. The headmistress quickly locked the gate behind him, and started back towards the building. Gareth followed.
The grounds were rife with activity. Groups of young men, who all looked to be around Gareth’s age, were performing fitness activities on and around the running tracks which surrounded the main building. A huddle of runners in plain grey gear came by on the track. As each one passed, they offered a small nod to the headmistress, and said, “Good morning, Miss Ives.”
She smiled at each one, but said nothing. Gareth noticed that some of the boys held looks of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were performing mental calculus during their run. Weird, he thought. How long do they make us run for? The close encounter also gave Gareth a better look at the uniform – the shorts were a bit too short for the weather – any weather, in fact.
“Mister White, I take it you’ve come to be acquainted as much as possible with our facilities and academic background?” asked Miss Ives, abruptly.
“Uh, yeah,” said Gareth, brandishing the guide book.
“Oh, that.” Miss Ives gave a short laugh. “That’s just marketing. Here,” she produced another, similar looking booklet from her jacket, “this one’s a bit more detailed.” Gareth hoped she was right: the original booklet contained a lot of writing, but didn’t say much other than how great the school was. Marketing, indeed.
The front cover of the “real” booklet showed a similar picture, except the fence was fully visible. The logo, too, was different. Instead of a mouse, it showed a rat, and the phrase that surrounded it was “Pleasure in Submission.” Gareth stifled a laugh. How does this woman not get how kinky that sounds? He pretended to flick through it.
They reached the front doors: two recently painted black monoliths. Headmistress Ives pulled one of them open for Gareth and ushered him inside. A large lobby greeted him – a desk sat on his immediate left, manned by a young blonde woman. A staircase sat in the middle of the room, leading to the second floor landing from which extended a variety of corridors. Two more large doors stood on either side of the staircase, and another stood on the opposite side of the room to the desk, and on it were the words “Headmistress’s Office” in thick, black letters.
Headmistress Ives closed the door, and stepped in front of Gareth. “Nurse Verne will be arriving presently. After the medical, you will be shown to your first class. You will be joining registration group C7. You will share classes and activities with all students from that group.”
Gareth didn’t really listen to the last part. “Um…what did you mean by ‘medical’?”
Headmistress Ives smirked. “Did you read the guidebook I gave you? Or did you just flick through it?”
“I, uh-”
“I think you better skim it a little before Nurse Verne arrives. I’ll be in my office.” With that, she left.
The receptionist was typing furiously on a keyboard, but other than that, the place was silent. Gareth opened the guidebook and started to read the introduction. It said:
“Welcome to the Darkholme Academy, where you will learn, over time, to become a productive and subservient member of society. Through our discipline-based curriculum and authoritarian teaching methods, we will transform you into a submissive individual, fit for reintegration into your home life. These methods, in particular, may initially seem strange, though we are sure that you will come to appreciate them for the positive effects they will undoubtedly have on your outlook and attitude.”
He was about to flick to the next page when a mature woman in a light blue nurse’s outfit came through one of the doors next to the stairs.
“Gareth White?” she asked, looking at him. She was red-headed, plump, and spoke with a slight English accent.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied.
“Right this way.”
Gareth followed her through a maze of doors and corridors he was sure he would never remember. I better be getting a map of this place, he thought. I could get lost for days.
“Just through here, please.” Nurse Verne opened a door, leading into a small white room, which looked like pretty much every other school nurse’s office he had ever been to. Gareth entered, and Nurse Verne shut the door behind him.
“Now,” she said. “Did you go through the guide book?”What is so important about this guidebook? thought Gareth. “I, uh, didn’t quite get through all of it.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” she said. “Don’t worry, everything is standard procedure. Could you please take of your clothes for me, Gareth?”
Gareth wasn’t sure whether he heard her correctly. “You want me to what?”
Nurse Verne approached him and placed her hand on his wrist. “You are to take off your clothes,” she said sternly, before lightening her voice. “Standard procedure,” she repeated and sat down at her desk.
Gareth shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, and then placed his duffel bag on the floor. Nurse Verne spun in her chair to face him, recognizing his trepidation. “Gareth,” she said. “If you won’t take off your clothes, I’ll have to take them off for you.” She unbuttoned the top of her outfit, and allowed her fingertips to graze the top of her large breasts.
Gareth felt himself become hard. He had a bit of a thing for matures – many times he’d cum over videos of mature women getting a pounding, or even getting it on with each other.
He stripped off, displaying his half-mast six-inch cock to the nurse.
“There,” she said, standing up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her eyes flitted to his cock for a moment.
“No, I guess not.”
She went into the cupboard and took out a large red rectangle of rubber. It looked like a hot water bottle. She took it to the sink and began to fill it up with water. “We have to get you prepared for integration into the Academy’s health schedule. Pop up onto the table for me, will you? Face down, please.”
Gareth did so without hesitation. His cock lay pointed upwards, and he stroked it on the table’s soft top, making sure that Nurse Verne couldn’t see him while he did it.
“The schedule requires that you are cleaned out completely,” said Nurse Verne, turning. The red bag was full to the brim, and she hooked it somewhere up behind Gareth. “For that, I am required to give you a thorough enema.”
“A what?” Gareth was very familiar with that – he loved his kinky Japanese porn too.
A hand shot up between Gareth’s legs, gripping onto his vulnerable testicles. Gareth winced, and Nurse Verne released her grip slightly, and started to massage with her thumb. Gareth moaned.
“There we are,” she cooed. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” said Gareth in reply.
“Good.”
Gareth felt another hand move up above the other, towards his anus. The fingers were wet – greasy, even, and they stroked all around his virgin hole, covering it in the substance. The other hand kept going on his balls.
The fingers withdrew for a moment, before being replaced by something else – something rubber, about the size of a thumb. Gareth knew exactly what was going to happen – his cock was fully erect between his stomach and the table. Who knew this would turn me on?
He felt the rubber tip being pushed onto his ass. Naturally, his muscles tightened up, but, with the help of Nurse Verne’s generous lubricant application, his anus couldn’t keep the intruder out for long, and it slipped into him, all the way. The tip was long, and a bump at its base prevented it from coming out without a pull – or a push from Gareth. He heard a click, and warm water started rushing into his anal cavity.
“Uuuuuuuugh,” he moaned, involuntarily.
“Mmm,” said Nurse Verne, and fondled one of Gareth’s buttocks. “Most of the new ones enjoy that.”
Gareth was breathing deeply. He couldn’t help but feel himself being filled up – it was a weird sensation, and it spread throughout his insides. A gurgling noise came from somewhere inside him.
“Once you’ve taken the whole bag, and I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly…hm, ‘irrigated,’ I will allow you to expel the water and whatever else is in there.” She motioned to a door at the back of the room, indicating that that was where the toilet was.
Gareth moaned in reply. He was acutely aware of how full he was now feeling, and how urgently his bowels wanted to expel their rapidly expanding contents. It was like nothing he had ever felt before: like a massive dump just waiting to go, but getting bigger and bigger all the time. He had to squeeze his ass hard so as not to accidentally shit the tube – and everything else – out.
The water continued flowing for a few minutes, Gareth moaning intermittently. Nurse Verne simply stood and watched.
When the flow stopped, Gareth picked his head up and looked at the bag. It was definitely empty; so was the clear tube that ran from it into his asshole.
“Good boy,” said Nurse Verne. “I don’t think I’ve seen a new student take the whole bag that fast.
“Can I go, now? To the toilet?” Gareth’s voice was shaking. His cock was still fully engorged.
Nurse Verne laughed. “No, of course not.” She approached the table. “Tighten,” she commanded, and Gareth complied, knowing exactly what she meant. The tip was extracted, taking with it a few drops of water, but Gareth managed to successfully hold everything else inside.
Then she made him go into several different positions on the table. On his side, on his back, on his other side, on all fours (that one felt particularly embarrassing), then on his side again, and so forth.
“Have to make sure you’re getting a thorough clean-out,” she said, aiding him into what would be the last position. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” said Gareth.
“Well, that’s how you’re supposed to feel. You can go now,” she said, motioning to the door again.
Gareth clambered off the table and waddled, hunched over, through the doorway. He felt the full weight of his ass’s contents as they sloshed from side to side as he moved.
He entered a room almost the same size as the office – a toilet sat in the corner, next to a sink, and across from a shower. For any unfortunate messes, thought Gareth. There wasn’t a lock on the door.
Gareth plonked himself onto the toilet and let loose. A loud, long and wet fart exploded from his ass, and it was followed by a torrent of shitty water.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” he moaned loudly, barely over the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the bowl. The rapid expulsion felt great – his cock was just as stiff as ever.
When the first rush of water ceased, a knock came at the door. “I forgot to mention.” It was Nurse Verne. “Feel free to use the facilities at your discretion. You’re to be in there for half an hour in order to make sure that you’re completely flushed out.”
“Uh, okay,” said Gareth, before another explosion of water shot out from his now tender anus. Thirty minutes? he thought. Perfect.
He grabbed his cock with his right hand and started jerking. He clenched his ass tightly, stemming the flow – he figured the combined feeling of water rushing from his ass and cum blasting from his cock would be exhilarating.
As he jerked, Gareth fantasized giving anal to Nurse Verne. He imagined leaning her over the table in the office, ploughing her with long, deep strokes until she came, just from the sensation in her ass. However, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from the feeling in his own asshole – that intense fullness, waiting to burst forth.
His cock pulsed, preparing to shoot his load – his breathing intensified, but Gareth dared not moan – he didn’t want Nurse Verne to know what he was doing. He edged closer to orgasm, and closer, and his ass started to spasm as a new feeling spread inside it – a warm, tingly feeling – and he was just seconds from exploding from both his dick and ass.
Then the door burst open. It was Headmistress Ives.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gareth, letting go of his cock – and ass. The water streamed out, along with another wet fart, and he felt his face go crimson.
“So,” said the Headmistress. She was no longer wearing her jacket. Instead she wore a tight leather corset, which lifted her breasts, displaying them high up on her torso. “Is there a reason that you feel comfortable using our facilities for masturbation?”
“No miss, I, um-”
“You are not here to jerk off. Nurse Verne has kindly performed her job, and all she has requested of you is compliance.”
“I’m sorry, headmistress.”
Headmistress Ives lifted her left hand. A small, cage-like device hung from her pinky. “I don’t think you are, Mister White.” She knelt down in front of him, and clicked open a ring at the bottom of the cage. She looked into Gareth’s eyes. “Continue,” she said.
“Huh?”
“Continue.”
“Okay, okay,” said Gareth, and tried to relax his bowels. He couldn’t help but look at the device, however. The cage was just over the length of his erect cock. Small spikes penetrated the space inwards, and a three-inch metal rod extended downwards from inside the top of the cage.
She gripped his rapidly shrinking cock, holding it upright. Gareth couldn’t help deriving pleasure from her grasp – his cock immediately stopped shrinking. Then, she put the cage over his member, pushing it down until the rounded end of the rod touched the tip.
Then she pushed some more.
“Hnnnnnnnn!” Gareth gripped the sides of the toilet bowl as the rod was forced into his urethra, expanding the inside of his cock. “What- what are you doing,” he managed, through gritted teeth.
Headmistress Ives remained silent as she pushed the last inch into Gareth’s dick. Then, she grabbed his balls with a thumb and forefinger and clicked the metal ring back together around the base of both his cock and scrotum. She produced a small padlock, and fastened it to the ring, locking it in place.
Gareth’s cock was now trapped in the infernal device – the combination of the spikes and the rod sent all kinds of pain up and down its length. Gareth squirmed on the toilet, whilst squirts of water continued to shoot out from his ass.
Headmistress Ives stood up. “Nurse Verne informs me that you have just over twenty minutes left. Perhaps now you’ll learn that this proud Academy is not a place for such activities as that.” She gestured up towards the ceiling, where Gareth could see a black dome – a camera. Then she turned towards the doorway. “Nurse Verne, I’ll return when the remaining twenty minutes are up. I’d like to finish the medical myself, to ensure that no more hijinks occur.”
“I will see you soon, Mister White,” and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The last twenty minutes passed slowly. Try as he might, Gareth couldn’t get free of the cage and the constant pain that came with being trapped inside it. Nor could he get off the toilet and into a more comfortable position, given the randomness of his anal expulsions.
He had to wait it out.
At some point, he figured his ass to be completely empty. A couple of big pushes came with only small, high-pitched farts and the feeling that he was going to shit his whole ass, so he cleaned himself off and lay down on the cold, tiled floor, and waited for something to happen.
And something did happen, when, at the end of the twenty minutes (or so Gareth presumed), a command came.
“Time is up,” came Headmistress Ives. “Clean up, and come back.”
He took the opportunity to pause and take a couple of deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever else she might have in store for him.
On the table was a black, leather harness. Gareth’s heart sunk.
Headmistress Ives, who had been sitting on the one chair, stood up. “I hope you learned your lesson, Mister White.”
“Yes…I have, Miss Ives.”
“Good.” She motioned for Gareth to approach the table.
The harness consisted of three parts: the leather itself, which, when fitted together, looked to be connected by straps held in place by lockable metal parts. Gareth realized that, just like the cock cage, this would be padlocked indefinitely. Attached to an open metal ring on the front was a plastic tube with a hole at its top. The tube itself curved upwards, resembling an erect penis. The third thing was what gripped Gareth’s attention most. It was a black, rubber, two-and-a-half-inch butt plug.
“Standard uniform for all students of Darkholme Academy. Nurse Verne informed me that she felt your to be ass suited for the size two plug.”
“Size two?” Gareth asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “We go up to size five. Would you like me to request a larger one?”
“No, no.”
“Fine.” She seemed disappointed.
Ives approached Gareth, then unlocked the cock cage. She clicked it open, removing the spikes from his skin and freeing his now purple balls, then pulled it slowly from his urethra.
“Uuuugh,” moaned Gareth, as the metal slid out of him. His cock flopped down once the thing had been taken out.
“I decided to treat you lightly, given that you’re new here,” said Ives, as she discarded the cage. “If you do that again, the punishment will be much more severe.”How could it be any more severe than that? thought Gareth. He didn’t want to find out.
Ives produced a pump-bottle filled with a clear substance. She offered it to Gareth, who took it.
“Lubricant,” she said. “To help you put on your uniform.”
Gareth thought that, like the enema, he would have the task performed for him. “You want me to…?”
“I want you to plug up your own asshole, yes,” she said sternly. Ives then leaned onto one of the counters on the edge of the room. It was clear to Gareth that he would have an audience.
He took the plug in hand, and started to pick up the harness.
“No,” said Ives. “That is not to move.”
“What? How-”
“Get up onto the table,” she said, staring at Gareth.
“Okay,” he sighed.
“Yes, miss,” said Ives.
“What?” said Gareth, before realizing what was obviously a mistake. “Oh. Yes, miss.”
He clambered up onto the table and got down on all fours. The way the harness was laying necessitated that he point his ass towards the headmistress. He imagined it was what she wanted, anyway.
Gareth pumped out some lube onto his palm, then rubbed it over his anus, before testing its tightness with a finger. He shuddered as his fingertip entered his own asshole – it was cold, but his ring twitched with pleasure.
He moved to the plug, applying a generous amount of lube all over it, even over the tapered bottom. Once it was slick and shining, he hopped up like a rabbit and dangled his ass over the tip.
He took a breath, and lowered himself.
Thanks to the lube, his ass opened up immediately, welcoming the big black invader. Gareth slid down further, moaning as he went, until he started to feel a stretch. He stopped, then pushed down a little, further expanding his tender hole.
He paused as soon as he felt pain, then raised himself all the way off the plug. He reapplied lube to both the plug and his ass, and used three fingers to coat the inside of his butt with the slippery goo. He shivered as his fingertips brushed up against the walls of his ass. Again, his cock hardened.
He sat down again, and his ass gave way to almost the whole thing.
“Ugh,” he moaned, as it entered him. Why does this feel so good? he asked himself.
This time, he only felt pain when he reached the widest part of the plug, but he knew, with a little extra push, it would pop right in. He took a breath.
“Do it,” said Ives. “Submission is pleasure.”
And he popped onto the plug. His ass tightened around the base immediately.
“Mmmmmmm,” Gareth said, his ass gifted by the full feeling that the invader brought. As with the enema, it made him feel as if he needed to void his bowels, but he didn’t care. Submission is pleasure.
Ives didn’t waste any time. She came to the table and began strapping Gareth into the harness as he kneeled down to make it easier for her. She placed his hard cock straight through the metal ring and into the tube. It was only then that Gareth realized it was a chastity device: there was no way to remove his cock unless the entire harness was unlocked and taken off.
“The device will allow your cock to become erect, as you can plainly tell. Rather than use a device that constricts the penis, however, Darkholme uses this in order for the staff to easily identify any horny students. Although you may derive pleasure from the butt plug’s presence, understand that you are not to gain an erection during classes or activities, or when in the presence of a staff member. Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss,” said Gareth.
“Good,” she said.
Gareth got off the table. The harness felt strange; like a big, warm diaper, and the butt plug made him walk bow-legged. His erection began to shrink.
“Welcome to Darkholme Academy,” said Headmistress Ives, as she led him out of the office, past his crumpled old clothes and duffel bag. Gareth suspected he wouldn’t need them anymore.
“Ah,” she said. “It seems everybody is back from physical education.”
And they were. Crowds of male students marched along the corridor, clutching notepads and books. All of them were wearing a harness, and none of them seemed phased by it, or each other’s nakedness. Gareth couldn’t help but wonder which of them wore size fives.
Ives handed him a sheet of paper. On it was a timetable, detailing Gareth’s personal schedule.
“Slave training 101.” She pointed down the corridor. “Straight down, turn left. Room zero-zero-nine,” she said, before marching back towards her office, leaving Gareth alone in the river of people. He looked at the timetable again.
“Welcome to Darkholme,” it said, in large bold letters.To be continued…

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