BlackrockBoss

Hey Paul,

 

I wrote to him a year or so ago and asked whether he had any more stories along the same lines.  He said that he had stopped writing and had (sadly) not plans to resume.

 

Best regards,

 

BB

Thought you guys might enjoy this...

 

http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph56af33bfefff5

 

 

Paul,

 

My German is not good enough to read these stories without continually resorting to a dictionary, but Google Translate does an excellent job!

 

For sure Helga must be trained properly, and as quickly as possible!  Gloria will likely have her "hands full" for many weeks to come (pun intended)!  I can just imagine all the horrible and horrendous equipment and devices that the clinic has for getting such impressive results!

 

Chüß!

 

BB

Excellent stories, Paul!

 

You should definitely write a sequel to the evening after the disco!  I suspect Gloria will need to pay regular visits to Melanie to ensure she's ot slipping back into her old ways!

Excellent find! Thanks Paul!

I haven't seen this clip for over 30 years!  Anita is still one of my favorites!

I missed it, and I'm NOT going to download a .exe file (who's brilliant idea was that?)!  Anyone else got the original?

Brilliant, as ever, old chap!

Great stuff! Thanks for the contributions!

Thanks dunhill and Lord Odie for this excellent original and work and also for the English translation! Can't wait to hear how Birgit and Anita progress in their anal masochism!

I enjoyed this, thanks to LordEdmund for posting! The forced feeding didn't do much for, nor the attempts at making the Ms Haynes into a fat bitch, but the description of the anal domination and consensual stretching of the victim's anus was very erotic.

[quote name='bodusha' date='23 September 2013 - 06:24 AM' timestamp='1379935471' post='899166']
BlackrockBoss, did you forget the cervix? You know how to "open up those special holes", why stop there?
[/quote]
...and we mustn't forget the throat either - a good exploration down there is a must!

[quote name='bodusha' date='23 September 2013 - 06:24 AM' timestamp='1379935471' post='899166']
BlackrockBoss, did you forget the cervix? You know how to "open up those special holes", why stop there?
[/quote]
b,
You're quite right - the cervix should definitely not be forgotten! One never knows these days where drugs or weapons might be hiding, clearly every possibility has to be deeply and thoroughly investigated!

Wow! Short and sweet, but action-packed! I have a feeling that this could be developed into something; with the TSA calling ahead to Trisha's destination and having her checked again by their esteemed colleagues, who will have to take her into a private room this time, where they have some more "efficient" machines and equipment to really open up those special holes. The TSA, after all, has to maintain the security of the traveling public, and one can never be too careful, especially when the suspect's ass is so loose that she can easily be mistaken for "a trained smuggler"!

Excellent story, thanks for posting! Now we just need to get that rear opened up too and she'll be the perfect slut!

[quote name='oregongaper' date='03 September 2013 - 10:27 PM' timestamp='1378265249' post='879808']
Bravo, sir. An excellent installment to this awesome tale. I saw four or five simple errors, so another proof read is in order (before you submit it to literotica ). Thanks for letting us have it as soon as you do.
[/quote]
oregongaper,
Perhaps you'd be kind enough to detail the "four or five simple errors" - it would save us a lot of time and effort.
Many thanks,
BlackrockBoss

Thanks guys! Let's have some more from others!

Not mine and I haven't correct it, but enjoy anyway...

JENNIFER IN PARIS

DISCLAIMERS

This story contains the following adult content: F/F, Anal, toys,
consensual/nonconsensual sex. You mus be over the age of 18 to read this.
If you are not, or do not enjoy this kind of material, do not read further.

THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. NO INFRINGEMENT, DEFAMATION, ETC.
ETC., IS INTENDED. THE CELEBRITIES IN THIS STORY, WHILE REAL, DO NOT
ACTUALLY BEHAVE IN THIS MANNER.

I did, & didn't, tell the truth during that 'SNL" interview. "Is is
hard to check into THE Paris Hilton?" "Yes." "Could I check into the Paris
Hilton through the back door?" "No." He was asking in both general &
specific terms, as if he had a chance with me. I answered only
specifically. He couldn't, not in a million years. Select girls can, &
do. The reason the video got out wasn't actually because my 'boyfriend' let
it out; but because I arranged it. I let the video get out so I could kill
a rumor that had barely been whispered, that I was a gay, hardcore, butt
slut. I"m Bi, actually, butt BARELY. Guys don't do it for me. Men look
like unsexy beached whales, & most don't know how to pleasure a woman.
And, in the circles I move in, every man I'm seen with is a potential...
whatever... to the media. I don't want to be laughed at. I had to VERY
carefully orchestrate that whole 'video scandal' so everyone would believe
I'm into guys & yet not offend the more moral ultra-rich who keep our
coffers loaded. If it got out I'm as hardcore gay as some en-closet
British royalty, I'd be finished. My own exploits, I'll just keep on paper
(until it no longer matters). Everyone gets their own ideas, anyway.

My favorite hobby is corrupting women who've hooked up with guys that
every straight woman would absolutely DIE for. Take Jen. She's been
putting out for Brad, & gladly. Even if she goes back to him; it'll never
be quite the same. I've heard the stories about Madonna; but I'm not that
open about my anal sluthood. Nonetheless, I admire her methods.

The whole thing started innocently enough. A friend introduced us, Jen
wanted an in to... it doesn't matter what, for this tale. What matters
is, WHO she got into, & vice versa!

I go around with guys that look good, it keeps up the appropriate image.
This particular evening, my date & I had dinner with Brad & Jen, & she had
him going early on. By the time we were done with the main course, Brad
had his feet in his mouth up to his ankles, so to speak, after he, like all
guys are SO prone to do, tried to answer a question Jen posed that NO man
would EVER be able to give a woman a satisfactory answer to. We girls LOVE
playing 'Catch-22' with guys, just to keep them off balance. When Brad got
himself stuck in the aforementioned pose, figuratively speaking, Jen
stormed out of the restaurant. I followed her out, signalling the waiter
to add the bill to my account, & caught up with her. "Well, that'll keep
them for a while," I remarked. Jen replied with "I just LOVE doing that to
him; he always gives me new jewels or something else nice just to make it
up to me. I have to try not to do that to him every time I come across
something new I've got to have. Not that I couldn't just buy it on my own,
I hardly need his permission for that; but it lets him think we've got an
even-sided marriage." "Men. If they..." "Well, they say the same thing
about us!" "In here." We ducked into a nearby club where we could be seen
having a girls' night out. Much later....

"Every time I do that to Brad, I wind up kicking myself because, too
often, I wanna go back & just fuck him right there. He's SOOOO...
GOOOODD! I should never dis' him like that, because when I'm horny, he
doesn't give me any until he gets over it. It IS a catch-22." "Well, there
ARE other... options..." "I don't know.... I've..." "Haven't you ever
wanted to get fucked bigger than a guy's dick can give it to you? And give
it back?" "Yeah... but Brad won't put it up THERE, he's just not that kind
of man. And, he'd NEVER let me do THAT to him!" "You, sister, need an
alternative. Wanna feel like a WOMAN?" "Oohh... I don't know..." She
demurred, & I gently worked on her as she got drunker. Finally, I agreed
to drive her back to their hotel. Not five minutes later... my cell phone
rang.

"He's pissed, big time! Why does this backfire like this!" It had
worked. Lean on me, Jen, & you'll be opening your ass to me before you
know you want to. "Meet me at the back of the hotel." Off in my limo she
went, once again. She was sucking down champagne like there was no
tomorrow. I played the friend, put my arm around her, snuggled in, &
before you knew it...



Zingo! We were kissing! She tasted so good. I don't remember which
one of us initiated it; but, who cares! Back at my place, I led her to a
suite where we could play. She was getting excited at the thought of being
with a woman. 'If she gets it first, I'll get it GOOD!' I thought. I
ripped her top off without a warning, & just dominated the hell out of her.
I worked down... caressed her boobs... nice & firm... "She doesn't need
ANY plastic surgery!' I thought jealously. Lower... As I zoomed in on her
sweet spot, I pulled on her ankles... "Owww!" Down she went. I went right
after it. "Oohh... oooohh... OOOHH... OOO! OOO! OOOOWOOOO!!!
OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" She blasted off. When she started coming back down,
I got a few toys & lubes out. Choosing a silver vibtrator, I went after
her once again. As I plied it to her lower lips... "No... not there.
You can eat me, but my cunny's all Brad's. If I got too big for him..."
"Okay..." So I grabbed her ankles & rolled her over. Dum-da-DUMM!! It's
up your ass time, Jen! You little bitch, you. I turned the wand on &
stuffed it up her bottom. She opened up with a start, & let it in like a
trooper. "OOOOhhhh..." I diddled & probed her butt, & she... got...OFF...
on it. I pulled the vibe out, applied a goodly amount of vaseline to her
bum, & slowly inserted an 8" man-sized dilo. "Ooo...so good... FUCKmyass!
Fuck me... ummphh...mmmphh... good.. so good... Oh! OH!OH-OH! OH!
OHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Her cries became more strident as I pumped her fanny
firmly. After a long session of pumping, Jen was sloppy & gaping. "Like
that?" "Ohh... what I've been missing... more!" "Be careful what you wish
for. You might get it." "You don't want to know what I wish for!" "Wanna
bet?" "Try me!" "You're on, bitch!" "That's it. Ream me & treat me like a
bitch. Bitch me out, right up my ass!" "Shut up!" I gagged her with a
ballgag & tied her up in leather bondage cuffs, both hand & foot. Then, I
strapped on a 10" long x 3" wide super-smooth, firm, ball-less rod. More
vaseline to the bole & to her hole. Then... "MmmmMMMMPPHHH!!!... MMMM!
MM-MM!! mM-Mm!" She moaned with each thrust as I sunk my shaft up her
shithole. She tried to hang on; but she had to submit to the pounding in
her pooper. She relaxed, opened, & I dilated her VERY nicely & rooted out
her rear, giving her an intense reaming. She was gripping as best she
could, as I battered my toy into her butt for 30 minutes that I'm sure
seemed endless to her. I banged her so hard, she gushed cum & peed all
over the floor. Finally, after enjoying the endless entry into her anus,
she started reddening in the face... 'she's gonna come in her ass!' I
thought. She was straining... pushing... she managed to get on all fours
& take my dildo as deeply as she could... "Nyyyrggghhh... UUUMMpphhh...
nnnYYRRGGHHH!!! RRGGPPPPPHHHHHHHBBBBBBBTTTT!" She passed gas in a most
un-ladylike manner as her bowels rumbled, & I banged into her anal g-spot,
just insider her upper sphincter. I opened her fully... I felt something
push back, & saw shit on my dick as I continued stroking her ass
channel.... I humped harder... HARDER... as fast as I could, slamming
with my hips & mauling her buns as I pulled on her hips & dragged her
backside onto my phallus... I hit home once more & held still... she
moaned a high note through her gag as her orgasm built... I pulled back
halfway & pushed.... "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She cried out & exploded,
expelling me forcibly from her asshole, & erupting with a b.m. powerful
enough to rival a nuclear clit detonation. She slumped down, blown out.
Her dirty bottom smiled widely at me. "That's just the beginning."

I picked her up & took her to a room I'd made into a doctor's exam room.
While she was out, I ungagged her & took off her cuffs, only to bind her in
a straightjacket. I then shackled it (& her) to a frame, legs in velcro
cuffs at the bottom of the frame, & attaching the d-ring straps to clips
only slightly higher on the frame, bending her WAY over. Anything going up
her ass would almost be going DOWN. I produced a funnel with a footlong
rippled nozzle, greased it with vaseline, & sunk it up Jen's ass. THAT got
her attention. "Whrm? Huh? !!!! Hey, hey! HEY! What the...
fuuuuuuck!!!", she howled as the funnel's outlet squirmed into her turd
tunnel. "Like I said, be careful what you wish for, bitch. First, a LOTTA
lube. And then...." I poured a half-gallon sized bowl full of a KY/
Vaseline mixture into the funnel, & watched her squirm in pleasure as it
gooped DEEP into her rectum. Then... SCHOOOPPP!!! "HEY!" Out it came.
"I was beginning to like that!" SPANK! "Shut up, bitch." I greased up a
foot-long, 3" wide expanding rubber dildo & jammed it up her ass.
"AaAAAHHH!!" SPANK! "SHUT...UP!" PFFT .... PFFT...PFFT.... "Hold that,
whore." "Ohhmigod... so full.. so big in my ass... SO... BIG..." She
grunted around it, trying to shit it out. I wasn't going to be able to
keep it up for much longer before I'd need it. I started stroking my
clit... ohyeah... ooyeah... OO! OOO! OOOOOO!!! I stroked myself to a
quick come, taking the edge off. I strapped on a 14"(l) x 5"(w) super hard
& bumpy tree trunk of a dildo. LOTSA vaseline. I like anal sex GREASY.
Without ceremony, SCHLUUUPPP!!! "HEYOW!! Put it back!" "Certainly." I
angled myself at her behind & pushed... "Hey! HEY!
OHHHMIIIIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I split her bottom open as I pushed to her center.
Then, I relentlessly reamed her ass out for most of another hour, drilling
my monster bole deep up Jennifer's butthole. She moaned & cried & yowled &
came, again & again, nattering on endlessly about the amazingly huge ass
ramming she was getting. "Up my ass! So good! Deep in my ass
DEEPINMYASS! SO!BIG! SO... FULL... UMMMPPHH... ERRRGGHH..." Poor Jen.
She couldn't blow, she was that full. Her once so tight little derriere
would never be the same. Finally, I relented, pulling out as she whined
for more. I tossed the wide, bumpy bole aside; & in it's place, I put the
super shit snake I'd deep lubed her for: a 19" (l) x 4" (w) veined, roughly
textured rambone in black. Vaseline.... & into her cavernous turd tunnel
I crammed it. It slid up easily, squirmly deeply into her ass. "Omy...
OHHHH..MYYYY...GAAAAWWWDDDD!!! NO! NO! NOT SO DEEP! YOU'LL KILL ME!
NO! NO! NO! AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Jen screamed in terror as I pushed deeper
still. An eternity later, the entire length was inserted into her body,
balls nestled between her asscheeks. As they touched... she detonated.
"OOOHHHWHOOAAA!!!!" She tried to push it out but gripped it instead,
pissing & coming all over the carpet. I pulled back several inches...
pushed.. "AAWAHHH!!!" She screamed with every deliciously torturous thrust
up her colon as I mercilessly raped her rectally, thoroughly reaming out
her ass. As she adapted, her screams became moans & whimpers as she
endlessly orgasmed around the mega shit snake she was impaled on. Finally,
over half an hour later, sensing she was ready for the BEST, I pulled out.
"See? I didn't tear you apart, you're not bleeding out, & you LOVED EVERY
delicious moment of derriere digging torture, didn't you?" "OH.. my...
GOD! WHAT... a way.. to GO! More! MORE! MOORRE!" "Got ONE more for
you..."

I had my most expensive toy in the room: a sturdily built sex piston,
built on a quality hydraulic system to penetrate & rotate at varying
speeds, which could go non-stop for HOURS. It's guaranteed to run non-stop
for a full 24 hours without even overheating (if someone could ever last
that long)! I hooked up a 6' long by 5" wide double-headed shit snake,
super soft, super smooth, & super squirmy. I greased up that mighty dong
HEAVILY, & stuffed the hanging end 6 inches up Jennifer's butt. I set
rotation settings to "variable" (from tormentingly slow to excruciatingly
fast) & depth to the same (variable = 6" to 18" of length inserted). I
turned the machine on. then greased myself up & sat my bottom down on the
super hard & bumpy dildo, riding it & stroking myself off while I watched
Jen get her rocks off on the drain snake plumbing her dirty depths. She
couldn't stop gushing... she peed all over (again!) Finally, when we'd
both had enough, I let her up.

Freeing her completely, I laid her on the doctor's bench, with a pillow
under her head. "After some rest, you can do.... me!" "OHHH!!! Your ass
is gonna GET it!" she retorted. "That's what I wanted to hear. Dripping &
bowlegged butt sluts always want turnabout. That's why I give it; so I can
get it good. I can't wait." The drain snake was still up her butt, over a
foot of it, as it had been since I'd unhooked it from the piston. Now, I
finally pulled it out of her. WHAMMM!! I hit the floor as she tackled me.
She immediately sat on my face, dripping shit & lube. "Eat my pussy..." I
thrashed her clitty like a baby at her titty. "Ah... Ahh! AHHHH!!" She
gushed in my face. Once she'd gotten my face good & dirty, she got up, &
got a digital camera from her bag. & proceeded to snap a pic of my filthy
face. "Gimme that!" I yelled. She jerked away, then swung back in &
smacked me in the face. I growled & moved toward her. "Ohhh... you like
that, huh? Ohhh-kaayy..." She proceeded to get rough, hitting & kicking.
She got me on the floor & bound both hand & foot while I pretended to
fight. Getting up... "Ohh, the wind whistling through my ass!" she said in
that way only she could. She found a 5" wide buttplug, sat it on the
floor, & turned her back to me while she sat down on it.
"Ooo...OOWWOOOO!!!" POOP! She got it in. "Oohhhhyeahhhh... MUCH
better... like what you see, bitch?" she asked, wiggling her wide-plugged
bum at me. She grabbed me by the hair without another word. "Your turn!"
She grabbed the 10" shaft I'd first used on her, & strapped it on. Then,
she just fell on me & mauled my rear entry as she greased several handfuls
of vaseline to my dirtyhole. She applied more of the same to that
delicious dildo & followed it up with KY. She then wrapped herself around
me... reared back... And stars flew through my head as she speared me,
sheathing that fat rod up my fanny. "AH-AH!" I yowled out in excruciating
pain & pleasure. She battered my behind mercilessly, ramming her hips into
my buns as she crammed it up my butt. OHHHHHHHmigod she was SOOO....
GOOD.... I gripped the shaft & closed my sphincter muscle tightly as she
plowed me as hard as she could. It went on for an eternity that was most
of another hour before she rolled off. She went over to my toybox, got a
dildo that resembled a double-balloon enema nozzle, as well as a paddle.
Then... WHAAMM!!! She'd touched the first ball to my bottom & given the
base a whack. "OOOOPPHHH!!!" The first ball rapid-dilated my bunghole &
popped inside. BAAAMMMM!!! "UUUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" There went the other one.
Jen than grabbed the base, & proceeded to work my sphincter over, pushing &
pulling, widening my asshole with every pump. "OOOHHHH... MMYYY...
GAAWWWDD.... OHHHMIIII.... AAAASSSSSSS..... OOH! OOHH!! OOOHHH!!!!
OOOOHHH!!!!" On & on it went, until it was too easy to slip them in & out.
Then, she stopped, & 'OOOWWW!!!' She'd given it one final WHACK that seated
both balls up my butt in one ecstatically torturous butt blasting whammy.
She left, leaving me holding balls in my bottom. Thirty minutes later, she
returned with two huge cucumbers. She pulled the balls out of my ass &
stroked a cuke in without missing a beat. She stopped, marched me over to
the sofa, & draped me over it's arm. She then bit into the end of the cuke
up my ass, being careful not to bite to a point where the veggie had gone
in me. Then, she stuffed the other one into my slot & frigged me by hand
while she stroked the cuke in & out of my ass with her teeth. Man, those
cucumbers were rough! She tired of them fairly quickly, though; & went to
get my fave-rave super bumpy dong, greased me & it up all the more, & then
proceeded to stretch my shitter open with it, boring my booty-hole widely.
When she finally had me good & loose, she squirted three whole tubes of KY
all over it & my gaping asshole, & then seriously humped it up my hershey
highway with a demented will. She dug into my buns with her fingernails as
she pulled my fleshy moons around my favorite fucktoy. OOOOhhhhh... I
LOVE that proud plastic penis pounding hell out of my poopchute! I writhed
in orgasmic bliss as she banged my insides out, fighting to get on my knees
& open myself as widely as I could. Finally, I did, & on her next stroke
in, "BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I exploded with atomic force as she hammered into my
anal g-spot. Stars before my eyes... my clitty popping like hundreds of
wounded balloons... my bowels rumbling as every inch of air & dirty matter
was displaced by my favorite tree trunk. I grunted... felt my face
redden... Here....iIITT... COMES! OHHHH!!!!!! Another orgasm hit, this
one exploding through my ass channel as I tried to blow. It felt like Jen
folded my anus into my upper rectum as she blasted my bole up my hiney-hole
to the balls & held it in place while she embraced me cruelly. She rooted
around, digging in my dirt, reaming me out completely while not moving in
or out even one centimeter. She was making me come almost continuously as
the intensity of the anal invasion arced & sparked through my bowels &
travelled to my empty pussy, &... thEENNN...
oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I blasted into
atomic vapors as Jen slid the smaller dildo we'd both used into my pussy,
the dick still dirty with the shit & lube she'd mined from my turd tunnel.
I flopped.

I woke to the feeling of something much rougher, but not so wide,
sliding into my gaping bottom. I felt a massive amount of vaseline sinking
it's way in as it was moved ahead by the rambone she was ramming into my
ass. Holding it with both hands, Jen worked the uppermost seven inches in
& out, slowly... tormentingly... agonizingly.... slowwllyyy...
innnching it deeper & deeper up my backside, millimeter by millimeter....
"Oohhhhhhsoogoooooddd!!! Deeper! DEEPER, JEN... DEEPER! DEEPER!
DEEPINMYASS, DEEP IN MY ASS! So BIG in my ass! Blow out my butt, Jen!
What a mighty rocket! TO THE MOON, JENNIFER!" An eternity she murderously
hammered it in & out of my hiney, over an hour she stroked it in... out...
in... out... higher... HIGHER... jamming my ass to the max as that shit
snake probed upward... "oooOOOHHHH... SOOO! FULLL!!! UMMMNNNGGHHH!!!"
Though I knew better, it felt like it was almost poking into my stomach as
the head was rising through my descending colon... Round...
oooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
detonated AGAIN, my mind blasted away into delirium as the balls met my
buns. A cruel outward stroke brought me to earth again as Jen yanked it
halfway out, staying just within my 's' curve. Then, she let it hang there
out of my bottom like a tail while she got the base into the harness she
was wearing, squirted lots more KY all over it, & PUUUSSSSHHHHED.... Each
second seemed like an eternity as she reamed me up to the balls. My every
muscle & nerve ending from my high colon down to the outermost tips of my
buns throbbed, tickled, vibrated, & rumbled as as I was so delectably
impaled. I wrapped myself around that extreme muscle missile & rode it as
Jen lifted me into orbit by my stern. She enjoyed herself as the stabbing,
stuffing, super huge, mega monstrous rectum-wrecking ramrod reamed my very
self away. I could barely hang on for dear life, I felt SOOO...
immmennssely... INNTENNSSSELY... (is there a word for intensely
gratifying, powerful release, beyond "O!"?) Whatever the term for that
feeling, she kept me there. I must have raptured... I can't count that
high... sooo many times... Jen withdrew at last, brought up the
drainsnake on it's piston, sank around two feet of the six foot shaft up my
screwed-out (or should that be, screwed up?) shithole, put all settings on
'maximum', & turned it... OONNNN...
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That fake snake slithered up & down, never less than a foot of it in my
body, moer often what felt like two, spinning... battering my insides as
it spun... through my extreme alimentary torture, I saw Jen humping up &
down on my super bumpy bole, glorying in the fullness occupying her anal
fuckhole as she rode up & down, blasting her ass out on it's ramming,
reaming, super-pooper dilating penetration. UUUPPPPP!!!!! She'd just pull
all the way off, & then just drop down, slamming her sphincter against it's
mighty, meaty head, & her eyes would fly up in HER head as it blew through
her butthole & rocketed through to her anal g-spot, stroking her every
inside nerve ending. She finally came once again, peed all over, & just
fell down on her face, holding the bole up her butt as she lay there
watching me be sodomized to the breaking point by my hydraulic
hiney-humping machine. Finally, when she wanted to move, she got up &
stopped the machine, & pulled the drain snake from my dumper. All slimy &
shitty, but ready to go, she looked for something to occupy my asshole
with, so she could leave me to be found in a compromising, pooped-out
position, poopchute penetrated to the bitter end. She found a toy I'd
never dared to try, even though I'd gotten it. A 6' long, 10" wide, soft,
widely veined double-header, it stretched me open wider than I'd ever been
as she pushed it up my bottom as far as she dared, stopping only when it
met my anal g, just at the edge of the safe zone. Holding the maximum rod
molded to my ass channel, I then watched as she decided to stay & perform
for me yet again, this time on a black beauty of a super stallion cock, 2'
tall, firm, about 6 to 7 inches in girth, rounded off at the top, with no
actual 'head'. She sat it upright on the floor, right by the sofa; slid
her super sloppy maw of an ass chasm onto it, bent over the couch cushions,
& just held herself open as it sllooooooowwwwwwwlllllllyyyyy...teased
uuuuuppppwarrrd...... holding herself perfectly still for almost two whole
hours while she adapted to it... finally, she got up the nerve to move
up... sit back down... then got up, pulled off, & LOADED her shit channel
with vaseline & KY, I'd SWEAR she used about four tubes of KY & six family
sized jars of vaseline. MAN! Was her ass chasm STUFFED with that
wonderful grease! Then, grinding her buns together, lubing herself as best
she could, she dripped 5 more tubes of KY all over that bole, getting it
super slick for maximum riding ease. She then finally settled her rear end
back over it. I watched in rapt fascination as her tiny bottom spread it's
cheeks around that mightiest of boles, & let it right in that gaping, nay,
CAVERNOUS, sloppy, slutty, bitched-out tailpipe. WHAT... A SIGHT... IT
WAS! WOW! HOW SHE RODE THAT THING! For probably fifteen more minutes,
she slid up & down on it, taking a foot up her sloppy shit chute, until she
finally just fell over when it blasted into her anal g-spot & took her out
past Ohio into vapors. When finally she wanted to dismount, a good twenty
minutes or so later, she wasn't done even then! Oh, my god, I've created a
monster! An ultra-anal loving MONSTER! She took the drain snake off my
piston, & put a wooden baseball bat in the clamp! She vaselined it, set
the penetration level to about nine inches inward, got on all fours, &
wiggled her bottom against it. She grabbed the piston's remote from where
she'd dropped it on the floor, turned it on, it the bat began sliding up
her ass. She was so loose, for several minutes she didn't even feel it.
Finally, she started showing signs of enjoyment as she tightened up enough
to grip it. She then proceeded to ride it like a guy's dick, enjoying
every buttfucking, fanny-filling second as she took it for a good thirty
more minutes. What the fuck time was it now, anyway? Good thing it was a
weekend, it was probably daylight by now! I lost all track of time as I
lay there, hard put as I was, holding on to my ultra-sized hiney hose; but
I couldn't put it out. It was in occupation until my favorite lesbo bitch
doctor came by to take it out. She loves doing that. (But that's a
different story altogether!) Finally, Jen really got herself off one last
time, dismounted, cleaned up all my toys, & took them all! All except...
well, she took it, too, a super smooth 15 x 5 flexible bong. She sat on
that one up to the hilt, plugged the 10 x 3 we'd started with into her
pussy, & then SOMEHOW managed to dress with those boles filling up her
holes. Just when I thought she was ready to leave, she took the ultra-mega
drain snake still lodged up my fanny out of me, & took IT with her, too.

I'll tell you one thing, my entire ass is going to need some time to
recover from this relentless raping! Come back soon, Jen, & bring my toys
with you! We've GOTTA do this AGAIN! And again... and again...

END

Again, not one of mine and I apologize for the poor sentence and paragraph structure, but I hope y'all enjoy it...


ANUS INTERRUPTUS

The problem with growing up as the child of ultra-right wing religious
republican parents in the south, is EVERYTHING. I'm 19 years old now, & I
escaped to California as soon as I could. Even in the 21st century, from
West Texas to East Georgia, from Bowling Green to Brownsville, there are
entirely too many southern Baptists, telling everyone "sinner, sinner,
you're going straight to hell!" as if they weren't bound there themselves
for their hypocrisy. And, what's worse...

I had the worst luck: I was born to a straight-laced minister who was
the third generation pastor of our suburban church in Alabama. They KNEW
I'd be trouble as I grew up. I'm a blue eyed, long haired blonde with the
face of an angel & the kind of bod that says "THE HELL I AM!" The more my
parents trained me & got all pious on me, the worse I got. I didn't do
drugs at all or drink (heavily, that is); but I ran around just to spite
them & their 'holier-than-thou' attitude. What they allowed to happen to
me (or should I say made happen) was inexcusable. I've known pk's born to
fire & brimstone preachers who didn't...

So, just east of the Alabama/Georgia border, there's an old fashioned &
very small mental wellness center that's secretly run by the right wing
church coalitions. I didn't know it even existed, until...



I graduated high school at 17, so I had a few months to go before my
18th birthday & my first day of college, the latter of which was right
after the former. Days after graduation...

One balmy night at the very end of May, I'd snuck out to be with my
boyfriend. My parents were PARANOID about sex, as is the wont of the
ultra-straight-laced in the bible belt. I sometimes wondered (and still
do) how they managed to have both my older brother and then me. Nevermind
how healthy a boy/girl relationship is, I couldn't even date until my
senior year, & that just so I'd be ready for my senior prom & all of that.
Social animals, my parents are NOT. As I left, with my parents off at a
prayer meeting, I didn't know they had someone watching me. Charlie & I
had a quiet place down by the creek that was hard to get to, & no one else
ever went there. It was a great spot where you could fuck in private. I'd
been fucking lots of boys since I was 15, being extracareful to keep my
bible-thumping parents from knowing (or so I thought). Charlie & I were
going to different universities, so we were making like bunnies while we
could.

Obviously, I'd slipped up somewhere, & only very recently. If they'd
found me out before, they wouldn't have waited until now. I was wrapped
around Charlie, & he was deep into me ("Ohhh, Tina... you're so hot..." &
all of that...) when suddenly, flashlights shone in our faces.
"Wey-yulll... Whuut hay-yave wee hee-yuh..." The local sheriff, who could
have been a clone of Boss Hogg or Jackie Gleason's Buford T. Justice (from
Smokey & the Bandit), found us. "Just weah ahh thawwt yawl'd bee. Ohh,
boys..." And, lo & behold, I found myself in a stereotypical situation.
Three men in white pants, white shirts, & black ski masks surrounded us.
"Missy... youah par-rents been seer-ree-ously em-barrassed bah youah most
SIN-full mis-behavyouah with this boyah... ayund, theyy hay-yave dee-cided
to teach you a lesson whal they stee-yull cayyun. Youah boyfriend is
leav-vin' town, & soohhh ahh you." The three men bound me in a
straightjacket & gagged me as I stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.
How'd they found out? Didn't matter now, though. The three dragged me to
a van & threw me in. I had no idea where I was being taken to, since we
were driving out in the middle of nowhere; & that's not hard to do, even in
the urban south. You're in the sticks just about everywhere unless you're
smack in the middle of downtown Atlanta. The only tipoff I had was the
"Welcome to Georgia" sign.

Somewhere around elevenish, we arrived at a small & dimly lit little
country hospital. The three led me in through a loading dock to a place
done out in white & chrome. A redheaded nurse in a curly butch cut took
control of me as soon as we arrived. "So, this is the little whore we've
been waiting for. We'll take good care of her Thanks, boys." She marched
me from the desk inset along one wall & up & down many more corridors, just
to disorient me. After what seemed like over a quarter-hour, Red finally
took me into a private exam room. "Well, Tina, as if you couldn't tell,
you're here because your parents are embarrassed by your being a whore.
And, being the uptight screws they are, they think it's some kind of mental
illness. We both know sex is a healthy thing; but they & thousands of
people like them pay us extraordinarily well to correct what they consider
to be emotional or behavioral problems exhibited by their children, before
those children grow into legal-age adults & set those habits in stone.
Your parents think you're a tramp, & they want us to make you NOT one.
Well, we know THAT won't happen. When a woman gets an appetite for sex,
she doesn't shake it until she's had enough. Anyway, our procedures are
designed for humiliation & debasement, to make you ashamed of yourself.
They'll only... you'll find out. STRIP!" the last word was like a
whip-crack. " "What?" "Take your clothes off, you slut. STRIP!" I sat
frozen. What the fuck was going to... I was afraid I knew, & knew WHAT,
but now how or how much or how often. "Look, we don't care what you did or
why you did it," Red went on, "we don't preach at you or treat you like
you're simple & sick in the head & need to be treated like a baby or a
simpleton. We get paid to discipline. Behave, & your time will be easy.
Fight..." "How long am I here for? I'm only a couple of months from legal
age." "As long as we say..." "I'm almost 18, I'm graduated from high school
& admitted to college. They have no legal say over me anymore, & if
they're paying you..." "Very well, then... looks like you're going to miss
your first day at university... maybe your first semester.... or year..."
I sat frozen How to get out of this? Red grabbed me by the hair. "You
wanna play 'not anybody's business but yours', huh? That's what THIS...
business... is all about. Breaking headstrong teenagers like you."

SMACK!!! The chair fell backward, taking me with it, as she backhanded
me with a closed fist across the face, HARD. She pulled me up off the
floor by the hair & threw me onto the doctor's bench. She bound me to it,
face down, & then ripped my clothes off my body. I shivered as the cold
whispered across my skin.

"So, you're a disobedient slut. You'll need a THOROUGH checkup to make
sure you're clean. We don't want you giving something to someone else."
She spread my legs apart & then rudely splayed my lower lips with a cold
metal speculum. She swabbed my womanhood several times & then withdrew.
Then, she used a wider.... OOOO.... one to open my virgin bottom...
OOOOOOO!!!! "No! Not there! I'm a virgin there..." "It does look that
way..." She stuck another long swab up my rear & moved it around, & then
pulled it out. "You're full of shit, too. Literally." She finished,
bagged the swabs, & called another nurse. "Take these to the lab, hmm?"
The other nurse, a slim but stacked blonde with a pageboy cut, smiled &
left me alone with Red. "That'll take a bit of time. When they're done,
you'll meet the headmistress. Meanwhile..." Red gagged me, let me up,
bound me in a straightjacket again, & bound me down to the doctor's table
using the jacket's restraints. Then, she got out a vibrator & vaseline.
"Time for your bottom's virginity to be taken. Backdooring is a favorite
pastime around here, so you'd better get used to it." I felt a greasy prod
at the tiny spot centered high in my buttocks... my hole began to spread
open... & a rocket began rippling a rumbling vibration in my anal entry...
it teased... inched up... I felt myself growing wet... AND!!!!! The
shaft was stuffed deep up my ass, the tip mushing into a log of shit in my
rectum. As Red pulled the buzzer back down, the door opened.

"So... this is our new meat." I couldn't see the speaker, she was
behind me. "Yes, it is." "Breaking her in?" "One step at a time." "Good."
She walked in front of me. She was a 6'6" raven-haired amazon in a
pageboy. These bitches all cut their hair the same way. "I'm Joanna, the
headmistress here. The fine ass bitch who's been taking care of you is
Karen, my top aide. You're the newest patient in our little 'insane
asylum'. As you know, you're here because you're a slut. We're supposed
to teach you that you obey your parents & keep your legs together until
you're out of the house for keeps, not that that's something for you to
worry about, since you're supposed to be going away to college in several
weeks. But, you're here; & we're supposed to teach you a lesson. How long
you stay... depends on how quickly you learn. First lesson... whores get
trained by... learning to forget a boy's penis going in betwen their legs.
We break you & rape you until you're a girl-loving, big up the ass slut.
And you're it." Joanna pulled off her top & dropped her skirt to reveal a
man-sized, 9" long firm latex dildo. I had one liked it that I used to
fuck my pussy with when I couldn't sneak out. It was nice... but... I
didn't.... 'mmMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Joanna had mounted me & pushed it in. I bit
my lip & groaned in pain & a rapturous pleasure I'd never known before, as
my tush was tormented in a way I hated & adored at the same time. I
felt... soo... nasty... as that dick troweled into my bowels, drilling a
hole in my shit. I felt so... HUMILIATED... my face flushed red as I
tried to endure the phallus pumping itself in & out of my poopchute.
Finally, Joanna withdrew... and Karen appeared, wearing a dildo similar to
Joanna's in every way, except it was much more flexible. She ungagged me,
then walked around behind me, squirmed her dick up my butt, & rooted away
as Joanna came around to my front. The dildo she'd driven up my derriere
was covered with my shit. "Suck it. Clean it off, bitch." I kept my mouth
closed. She grabbed my ear & twisted... "Suck it, whore! Suck it before
I choke you with it." She grabbed my face... squeezed... forcing my jaw
down... & my shit was gagging me. I choked & spat. "She's obviously not
much of one for sucking, willingly or unwillingly," observed Karen.
"Obviously. So be it." remarked Joanna. Karen dismounted me as Joanna
spoke. ""We'll just take it out... on her ass!" Joanna continued. They
freed me from the table & re-gagged me. "We've mined her shit, now to
clean her out." They took me over to a low-slung wooden rig, bent me over,
& attached d-rings on straps of the straightjacket to clips on the frame.
My head was down, as I was bent over at my hips, my ass up in the air &
open for anything. They bound my legs in leather & fur cuffs at the sides
of the frame. Karen produced a doubleballoon enema nozzle, which was
attached to a one gallon enema bag. SCHUMP! "OOOO!!" PFFT... PFFFT...
Growing up my butt! Like a huge bubble... another bubble... blocking the
outside of my asshole. Water began to gurgle... ooooooooo.... sooo...
humiliating... forced to bend over & hold my water... all this attention
to my butt... they laughed & tittered, lightly spanked my buttocks, &
jerked the hose about as the water continued to flow... my face burned red
as my embarrassment grew, along with my discomfort... blood rushing to my
head... bowels cramping... they let me up from the frame. "All right,
off to the bathroom we go." What time was it? I wanted to sleep. Must be
around twelve, or even one, by now. Looks like we'd sleep by day & be
abused all night. Through several corridors we went, all of them the same.
I didn't see another soul. Were we all alone here? Me and these three?
Just as I thought that, we came upon a group of naked girls, all lined up
along one wall, waiting. As we passed, I could hear the snickers &
whispers. The bitch doc & her dyke nurse walked me around for 30 minutes,
the balloon nozzle peeking out of my butt, trailing my hose like a tail,
while I walked, almost doubled over, from the cramping. Finally...
through a door... into a bathroom right next door to the exam room we'd
come from! Bitches! I bit back the fear I'd be here forever, locked in a
depraved prison I'd never get out of, if I ever even learned my way around.


In the toilet, the torment continued as they frigged the hose around in
my bottom. Then, they made me try to push the rubber bubble out. I
couldn't. Finally, they deflated them... and I felt an eruption from my
anus as every ounce of water & shit spewed from my asshole. When it
stopped... "Up!" They didn't even let me wipe. Using only the enema water
& shit remains as lube, the bitch headmistress forced me to lean over the
sink as she bored her dildo up my ass again... errrgghhh....
OOOOWWOOOOPHHHH!!! OhHHH SHHIIITTT.... shit... I was going to spend an
eternity getting my ass reamed. I'd be lucky to have a moment when there
WASN'T something up my ass for as long as I was here. When I finally got
away, if I ever did, I'd be so abased I'd never be able to do anything but
take it up the butt. Finally, bitch Jo pulled out of my ass & the duo
marched me to another room, one much more nicely appointed.

"This... is my office. THIS... is where you don't EVER want to be
brought after your first day. The blonde nurse was there, waiting. The
three freed me from the straightjacket & made me stand perfectly still.
"Why are you here, whore?" I didn't say a word. "Answer when you're spoken
to. Why are you here?" Silence. "Why... are... you... here?" "What I
do... and who I do it with... is my business. Not yours. Not my
parent's. Nobody's but MINE!" SMAACKK!! A hand swatted me across the
face, HARD. YANK!!! "OWWW!!! LET... GO... YOU... BITCH!!!"
"Rebellious little tramp. We are all the rules you need to know. That's
why we exist, to train brats like you. "Let... me... go... or...
i'll..." "You'll what? Tell the authorities? Who do you think they'll
believe? Well, bitch, you just put yourself on the intensive attention
list. You'll be here until... who knows?" A hand in my hair... one of
them forced me onto my knees. I was gagged again & had my wrists & ankles
bound in fur & leather cuffs, then they were attached to clips on an
elastic restraining system, my wrists shackled together behind my back. I
was bound in a kneeling position, where the restraints could allow me, when
they were adjusted, to lie forward, bend on hands & kness, or sit upright
on my haunches. At the edge of the light that spotlit only the area I was
in, I saw the three of them in shadow. Each of them now wore a 14" long,
pale-skin colored, large-man girth dildo strapped on to their crotches.
One of them, I couldn't tell which, came up & stuck her dick down my
throat. "Suck me." I tried; but I gagged on it. "She's just not a dick
sucker." "Fuck that, then. She'll just get butt-jammed all the more." I
felt greasy wads of vaseline rudely applied as their hands mauled my
bottom. One got under me in front... OOOWOOOOOOOOHHHHH...... speared her
dick in my pussy... pressure at my back... I was pushed toward whoever
was in front of me... my bottom opened as I moved forward, & got a HUGE...
OOWOOOOOOFFF... GET OUT OF... MY BUTT.... MY BUTT!!!!!
NNYYYYYYEERRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH............ excruciating, wonderfully
delicious torment battered my insides as I was impaled upon that big fake
cock. Deep up my empty ass channel it plowed... for what seemed like
hours, the two raped & sodomized me, rocking me back & forth between the
two as they humped their dildos deep up me from below... boring that huge
dildo up my butt... then, they finally withdrew... I was pulled upright &
bent over... a machine with two dildos on it, only inches apart, both of
them identical to the ones each of the bitches were wearing, was wheeled
behind me... they switched it on... and those two mighty prongs pounded
my holes open... both my frontal & anal g-spots were being stroked... I
couldn't help but think 'No! Don't make me... I don't want... to...
come... you'll make me start... liking this....
ooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
OHOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGG
GGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
bowels were rumbling... my turd tube arcing & sparking with pleasure...
sexual electricity humming between my pussy & ass as my clit popped
nonstop.... poppped... POPPPED...
OMMMMIIIIIGOOODDDICANTSTOPCOMMMIIIINNNGGG!!!!!!!! An explosion blasted
through my body & I blacked out...

I awoke in a padded cell, still gagged & bound in a straightjacket, with
soundproof earmuffs on my head & a leather harness around my waist. The
belt had a large, rubbery prong, 7" long, wide but not TOO wide, built in
where it would... assert itself... up your ass while you were wearing it.
I tried to expel it; but it was well bound about my nether regions. How
long had I been in here? It felt like the next day.

I'd been awake only a few minutes... Karen the Red walked in, & shut &
locked the door behind her. She had a huge box with her. From it, she
first produced several large jars of vaseline. She sat on my legs, greased
all of one jar into my ass, then ungagged me & removed my earmuffs. In a
mirror on one padded wall near me, I could see she had produced a pool
cueball, as well as a sizeable buttplug. The plug was 7" tall & 3" wide.
Ooohhh... OOOOOHH!!! I felt my sphincter stretch unwillingly as she
prodded the ball against my bottom. She got a paddleUHOH! NOT 'WHAPP!!'
"AIIIEEE!!!!" I yowled as the spank flared me open & forced the ball
through. The tapered tip of the plug... WHAMM!! "OOWWWW!!!" The plug
pierced my hole, driving the cueball deeper as it flared my buttocks open
again & sheathed itself up my anus. OOW... OOWOOO... OOOO... My
spanking continued... what was happening to me? I hated it... it felt...
soooo... good... had to fight it... don't want to like it... I jerked
away, forcing Karen to roll off me as I rolled away from her, turning onto
my back & pushing the plug & ball out of my bottom. "WHAMMM!!" Stars spun
before my eyes as a fist connected with my temple. "Bitch. You'd better
start learning. Otherwise..." She got out a two-piece pool cue stick you
could screw together, & unceremoniously shoved the base at the stick's
bottom up my ass.... owww. ooo... aahgghhh... errgghh.... after a bit,
she swapped the pool cue out for two long, tapered candles, & continued...
ummmphhh... then... tiring of the thin candles, she got out a 9" x 4"
super smooth bole & puussshhhed..... oww... errgghhh... OOOOOHHHHH....
she jackhammered it hard... so hard... couldn't hang on... lube..
drying... more grease... it's starting to hurt... my reluctant pleasure
turned to pain as the friction heated up my rectal ring... my sphincter
felt like it was on fire... she continued.... I couldn't help but cry out
as the once humiliating pleasure became almost unbearable pain... "Owww!!
OWW!! OW! OWWW!! OW!! STOP! STOOOPP IIIIITTT!!! OHHHMYASS PLEEEASE!!!
Karen mercilessly tormented me for several minutes more, then pulled it
out, wiped me with a rag, & showed it to me. "See this? Fucked raw &
bloody is what you get when you misbehave. If you don't want to be split
open & have your rectum ripped until you bleed to death inside, you'd
better shape up & get with the program. Resistance is useless." She
gagged, blindfolded, & earmuffed me once again, put a dog collar around my
neck, attached a leash to it & led me out of the cell. I was led into
another room, where I was let out of the straightjacket & cuffed by my
wrists & ankles to a tall restraining frame. I felt two more dildos like
Karen had just used on me just outside my holes... must be on a piston
like the one they used last night... the boles were slippery & greasy...
WHUMP!!! AAAMMMPPHHHPH!!!!! I wailed through my gag & fought to free
myself as those fucktoys were forced up my fuckholes... my fanny felt
sooo... fulll... my butt impaled firmly on that pole... they were held
firmly in place... couldn't pull off of them... an eternity passed,
sitting on those bongs... I felt a greasy wetness... they began to slowly
pump me... then pound... stuck in between (or was that on?) two big
stuffing dildos, They began to spin... my mind exploded... my body
followed suit... my bowels rumbled... my clit pulsing... detonating... I
gushed cum & pee over my pussy's pounding prick... crapped shit & vaseline
on the one up my ass... it all ran down the rods & down the insisdes of my
legs... I came endlessly... 'BITCHES!' I thought... 'Make me come from
every hole in my body... make me enjoy this... hate it... hate you... '
I fought & fought to free my body as my body overrode my will.....

After a while of enduring being tag-teamed, butt-rammed by any one of
the three in my padded room, or being tortured with those excruciatingly
wonderful super-smooth ding-dongs while in restraints, they eased off.
They thought they were finally breaking me in. I had stopped fighting
them; but I hadn't let them break my will. I just stopped resisting them
physically. Finally, they transferred me to a regular cell, where I was
left to rot. I had no idea how long I'd been there, timelessly being
humiliated &/or jammed up the ass during almost every waking moment. Once
there, I saw one of the three once a night. I got three squares a day, and
an hour in an open area with the few dozen other girls that were there.
None of us talked to each other. I napped when I was in my cell; because I
was still anally raped all night, every night. I tried to figure out a way
to get away. SURELY there was a way to get out of my cage & slip out into
the dark... when finally, I was kept in that cell & let commingle with the
others, they let me have time out of my cell during the day, when I could
read, watch TV, etc, in a community room with others who were undergoing
'treatment.' None of us talked about our 'treatments.' Thus, we had nothing
to talk about. My treatment? Of course, a nightly butt screwing to remind
me of my place. I was getting to enjoy it. I found myself, against my
will, liking being fucked up the ass all night every night. I couldn't
even remember what a boy was like, or when I'd last had one. The days were
endless. I had no idea how long I'd been there. After what seemed like a
couple of months had gone by, & the time was about where I was supposed to
be going off to university, they started hinting that I was about done,
(surprise, surprise; I was being just kept out of my parent's hair until it
was time for school to start again). I was learning my way around, as they
didn't want to escort me everywhere. Still, nothing happened, & the
nightly butt rapes continued. Fortunately, they hadn't done anything more
imaginative since I'd been caged; one of the three just came into my cage
unannounced, held me down & tied me up, & then buttfucked me right there,
or they'd they drag me on a leash to an exam room & do me up my behind
there. To keep myself used to it, I used decent sized dildos on myself
like they used on me, so I'd be loose & flexible. Everyone had their own
'schedule', & we were all locked down when we were in our cells, so inmates
couldn't do each other. Nurses, on the other hand, took turns up my ass
both night & day. Nurse after nurse, blondes, brunettes, raven-heads &
redheads, all stacked, all hot, & all going up my butt. I got worked over
with candles, dildos of various small-man to large-man sizes, remote
controls, telephone handsets, even a shampoo bottle or two.

That's where the trouble started again. A new nurse come to work when
Karen suddenly left. Her replacement, a small, raven-haired asian named
Shannon, was a sadistic bitch. Since I was in Karen's charge, Shannon took
me over with a vengeance. She took GREAT pleasure in raping my butt with
an unlubed 11" x 4" pale & super squirmy dick. The thing would choke you
if you sucked on it. After a couple of weeks under her ravishment, I was
going from hanging in there to hating it & hating it bad. After the bitch
pulled my first hemhroid, I decided to fight back.

Shannon came in one night without so much as a 'by your leave', & woke
me up by throwing the blanket aside & just ramming her rod right up my ass,
dry, as usual. A sharp pain shot through my sphincter as she irritated my
hemhroid. I rolled over fast, dumping her on the floor, then got up &
clocked her good. "Bitch. Rape me dry before I'm even awake, will you?
Sadist. I may be an inmate; but I'll get your evil ass fired & kicked out
of here." As I kicked, she swung & pulled my feet out under me. I hit the
floor. A fist in my eye... stars.... red... out cold...

I don't know how long I was out; but I came around in a worse situation
than ever before. I regained my senses to find myself in a small cage. I
was bent on my haunches, there was barely enough room inside for me, bent
forward on my hands & knees as I was. There were steel support bars
running the width of the cage right under my stomach & also along my torso
under my armpits, right above my boobs. Another one held down in place at
the small of my back, & I was bound down at the corners with my wrists &
ankles in leather cuffs. Another bar, wrapped in leather, ran the width of
the cage & gagged me as I was forced to bite down on it to keep it from
pushing my face in. Damn sadistic bitch. She made all the others look
like pikers. What the FUCK was she gonna do to me NOW? "Okay, my little
bitch. Resist me, will you? You ain't even SEEN sadistic yet. You will
know what it means when I'm finally done with you." I heard a slight
metallic scrape along the thin metal 'bars' of the cage I was in. Then..
OOOWOOOFFF!!!! A medium sized buttplug made of metal, slathered in
vaseline, popped up my ass without warning. It pulled out... pushed in...
faster... FASTER... OW!!O OOOHHH!!!! Good... Ow... ow... oohh...
OOOHHH!!!! IT'S GOING ALL THE WAY IN!!! The steel plug on a rod pistoned
up my butt past the plug's base & pulled out again... felt good... no it
didn't... yes... no... is this bitch torturing or pleasuring me? My own
body can't make up it's... mind... ohhh... OOOOWWOOOO!!!!! At last, the
steel plug disappeared & another larger one, about 4" wide & twice as long,
made of latex with a flexible base, took its... place... oohhphhh... it
plunged all the way in... bending it's flaps & pushing all the way up my
ass with every push... bumping my anal g-spot hard before it pulled
back... felt wierd inside my ass as the flaps bent in the other direction
as the plug travelled out... hurt... so good.... loved it... fuck my
ass, you bitch!!! Forever the widedilating, plunging, sphincter
stretching, fast-blasting plowing went on... the thing was covered thickly
in vaseline & KY... I was REALLY sloppy & loose now... the plug
disappeared, finally, after an eternity of blowing my asshole open as it
punched in & out of my ass muscle... the anal assault continued as she
mounted her favorite super squirmy 11" x 4" dildo on the piston & turned
the thing back on at full speed... it's... pounding hell... out of my
hineyyy!!!! SOOOO GOOOOOOODDDD!!!!!
OHHHHHHIIMMMCOMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGGYOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU
BBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCKMEFUCKM
EFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCK.... FUCK.... FUCKKKK!!!!!
MMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S BATTERING! WHAT A
BATTERING RAM!!! SOOGOOD!!! SO GOOD UP MY ASS!!! BATTERING... MY ANAL
G... MY BLADDER... GOTTA... GOOOO.... I felt myself erupt from every
hole, shitting lube & dirt all over myself, down my legs, & on the 'floor'
of the cage... pissing & coming all over myself... water everywhere...
felt nasty... couldn't help but ignore it as the ecstatic butt-boring
continued... after a long while... her favorite dong disappeared...
BIIG... OOOOOPHHHH!!! SOOO... GREASY.... TOOO... BIIIGGG... WON'T...
FI.....IT'S GONNA FIT!!! MY ASSHOLE!!! STRETCHING!!! SOO... WIDE!!!
THING FEELS LIKE IT'S HALF A FOOT WIDE!!! TOO BIG!!! NOT GONNA... IT'S
GONNA... FIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
SSCCHHHHHHLLLOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!
OOOOOWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I howled
a high note in my head as a monster ramrod, 5" wide by 14" in length, super
smooth, super soft latex, absolutely SLATHERED thickly over every inch with
vaseline & KY pried my butthole open, easily but not TOO easily.... loving
that feeling of being stretched open... when the muscle's ready to give...
& the monster bong's just before it starts pushing up... push it... PUSH
IT... OHHH... SO BIG IN MY ASS... FILL ME UP... FILL ME UP YOU BITCH!!!
III LLLOOOVVE IIIIITTTT!!!! My torture became delicious torment as I was
filled up wonderfully, excruciatingly... FULL.... SOOO MUCH MEAT UP MY
ASS.... I just wrapped my bottom around that thick bole & just held on to
it.... it slipped & slid in & out easily. shit & lube was dripping down
my legs in thick gobs... my ass was covered in vaseline... felt sooo...
nasty... loved feeling sooo nasty & debased... a nasty, big up the ass
whore covered in thick anal lube... love that dirty feeling when my whole
bottom is smeared with vaseline...

The bitch obviously noted I was enjoying that butt ramming a little too
much, for the bole went away... was replaced by a BIGGGER.... one!!! Two
inches longer... an inch WIIDERR... OHHHMYASSHOLE!!! I'm gonna look like
I've got a cavern between my buns when this bitch is done with me! Super
hard that monster was.... slathered in goop... slopping & schluupping...
boring & banging... hitting my anal g-spot sooo... harrd.... gonna...
blow... sexual electricity... surrrginngg... ohhhh... OHHHH...
OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
SONNNNNOOOFFFAAAAAAABBBIIIIIIIITTTTTCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A steam
whistle blew in my head as the energy surges arcing between my ass channel
& my loins surged heavily... overloading...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My brain blew like a tv tube & I fell into
darkness...

I came around to find myself out of the cage; but in another
predicament. I was in a chain rig in a dark room, my ankle cuffs attached
to hard point rings in the floor, my wrists now bound behind my back, &
were attached to a chain hanging down from the ceiling... bent over with
my ass sticking out & open for anything, as always.... couldn't move an
inch... and she's got me open for some deep & hard boring... I felt yet
more vaseline & KY occupying my asshole in massive amounts... my asshole
felt like it was filled with the stuff, & it was running down my legs...
Shannon appeared... in the shadows, she wore... EEEEPPP!!!! A MONSTER
ROCKET!!! It was over two feet long!!! Looked like seven inches wide!!!
Bigger than anything she'd used on me yet! It, too, was COVERED in
vaseline!!! MAN! THIS bitch LOVES greasy ass fucking!!! "Take THIS!!!"
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! My mind cried out as she heaved the mega-meat
against my hiney-hole.... NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!
STRRRETTTCCHHIIINNNNGGG.....
NNNNNYYYYYRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH...................OOOOOOOOOOWWW
WUUUUUUUUPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE IT...
GOOOESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! The massive ultra shit-packer dilated my
derriere it's widest yet & drove up my bottom with
UUUUUHHHHHHHHNNNNNNbeLIEVEable.... eaEEEASSYY, BITCH! She grabbed my hips
& BORED... UUMMMPHHH... POUNDED... DEEEP.... UP MY ASS...
OOOOWWWOOHHHH.... Like the depraved whore in heat she was, Shannon
jackhammered that mega-bole, relentlessly wrecking my rectum as it's meaty
head drove deeper... DEEPER... I'd never felt soo... FULLL... & I'd
felt full before... sooo much dickmeat... filling up my tush... the tree
trunk touched my upper ring & prodded... PRODDED...
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I exploded
like an atom bomb as she continued to stretch my sphincter with every
thrust, pushing deeply into my poopchute, strrettchiiingg. my inner
sphincter open... & impaled me on close to a foot of the fake meat...
finally, when she had as much of it up my ass as she could get in there,
she held it in place & just grunted & rooted it around, working my insides
over as she fucked me without actually pounding hell out of me... soo...
ammaaazzinnng... nnyyrrgg.... NNNYYRRGGHH... OHHMMIIGOODDNOO!!! BITCH!
EASY! YOU'LL PULL SOMETHING OUT!!! The bitch was now not only blasting
into me using every ounce of energy she could muster as she heaved into my
ass with her hips, she was yanking out as hard as she could!
OOOWWOOOFFF!!! OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!! She'd dislodged it from my bum yet
again. It felt like she was trying to pull half my guts out with it!

"You liked that too much. If that didn't do it, this will!" My
over-dilated bottom felt a thick wooden shaft explode through my loose
sphincter... stars spun before my eyes... again.. THE FUCKING BITCH!!!
Mounted a baseball bat to a masturbating piston &... the thing...
pounding... battering my anal g-spot... hurt so good... I howled...
howled a strident "OH-OH! oWOH-Oh!!" endlessly that could have been
pleasure or pain... too much... gonna... overload... analgasm... all
over the place... if something... doesn't burst... my cries climbed the
scale... such exquisite torture up my bottom... I saw red & blacked
out...

I came to a long time later in the infirmary. "Well, you withstood one
hell of an anal invasion, didn't you?" Karen was back. "You're going to be
fine." said Joanna. "Shannon will be SEVERELY reprimanded for this. We'd
fire her, but... I'm sure you can guess why. Relax, you're going to need
some invasive exams before we cut you loose." Loose? How loose?

After the extreme buttfucking I'd just gotten, the tests were
wonderfully... humiliating... debasing... & too... small... all but
one, that is. Karen made me bend over, stuck three fingers up my ass &
made me grip them with my muscle, then she added her other two fingers,
closed up & fisted me. I gripped her wrist like a vise... it felt soo...
good... she patted my bottom with her other hand & eased out. "Baby, you
have just been forcibly turned into a big pole up the butthole slut. Let's
see how you like a cylindrical scope." She got a vibrator sized brassy
cylinder with a lens in one end & a power cord hanging like a tail, along
with a small headset like cord that she plugged into an outlet in a
computer nearby. She turned on a video app on the computer, plugged the
power cord into the wall socket, & activated the thing from the computer...
a light came on in the lens... & she plugged the thing into my shit
socket. It slid up easily. She left it up me & squirmed it around, looking
for injuries to my lower reaches. Everything looked good, as I could see
on the monitor. "Okay, she may not have hurt you, the MRI we took earlier
looks good, but we need a higher look, & you need a cleaning out. Got lots
of grease up there." She had me lie down in a lounge chair, then she gagged
me, belted my wrists & ankles to it, & put sexy leather covered headphones
over my ears, playing arousing rhythms from the stereo nearby. Then, she
used a foot-long tube syringe to inject a large amount of KY & vaseline
into my anus, beyond my upper sphincter. She THEN filled my ass with
vaseline by hand, emptied two tubes of KY into my butt, & then... in front
of me were two large plastic tanks, each looking like they could hold about
ten gallons. One was full of soapy water, the other one was empty. Large,
firm plastic tubes ran from the tanks to... a huge dildo!! It wasn't as
wide as the ones Shannon had inflicted upon me; this one was about 4" wide,
but 19" long!! Flexible, but firm, veiny-latexed... A real shit snake!!
Karen picked it up & showed it to me. "This dildo is actually a
proctoscope & colonic nozzle in one. This bump here, on the head, that's a
camera with a light mated to it. It can see through the latex with ease, &
give us a clear picture of your colon, the signal goes back along this
fiber-optic line to my computer. These outlet holes here & here... just
on each side of the camera... this one lets water in, & the other one
sucks waste out." She strapped it on, covered it thickly, from tip to
balls, with vaseline & KY, & then stepped up after first turning on the
scope's monitoring software... she in...serrrted... ohhhHHH!! I blasted
off as that huge, butt-pleasing dork drilled slowly up my butt...
squirmed... oooooohh... past my curve.. rose high into my rump... and
an ATOMIC orgasm blew through my body as the balls bumped home & nestled in
the cleft of my buttocks... I never even noticed the cramping in my guts
as water washed in & rinsed my shit & excess lube away... all I knew was
that ass-filling tree trunk... after a while, it slid out... noooo...
don't take it out... I like it... "You're all clean, everything looks
okay. Lie here for a bit & recover, 'kay?" She left the room.

I knew where I was. I was in the same exam room they'd taken me to when
I first came here. Coincidence? Too good to be true? Lo & behold, Karen
had left a set of scrubs on her chair for me. I got up, put them on, crept
to the door, & peeked out. No one around. I slid out & closed the door
behind me. Down the corridor... corner... another... another...
almost... there... past the reception desk... no one hardly ever down
here... except when... "HEY! BITCH! Where do you think YOU'RE going?"
Shannon was at the desk. I hadn't seen her. She was obviously waiting for
a new victim to arrive. "Away from YOU!" I moved in fast, swung a fist at
her jaw & the other one into her stomach. She doubled up & fell to the
floor. I ran. Surprisingly, just after I got out of sight, an alarm
sounded. She'd been able to get back up. I heard her footfalls as she
pounded after me. I got outside... away from the entrance... in the
bushes... lie low until she goes back inside... raining... YANK!! "GOT
YOU!" Stars flew... I reached out & grabbed hair... "BITE ME, SADIST!"
Another punch in her face... she fell... out of her coat fell her
favorite strap-on... "Even getting caught, it'll be worth it!" I strapped
it on while she lay stunned, ripped her panties off from under her skirt &
stuffed them in her mouth... pulled some vines from where they grew nearby
& tied her hand & foot before she was aware enough to offer resistance... &
then I stood her up against a tall tree, lifted her skirt, & mercilessly
screwed her favorite toy up her ass, dry. I wrapped my legs around hers,
braced myself, & RAMMED.. RAMMMED... RRRAAMMMEDDD...
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed through her skanky
drawers as I ripped her a wider one... I battered her butt with that bone
with all my might... finally, she was still. I let her fall to the
ground, watched her a few moments to make sure she was otherwise okay, &
turned to...

"Hold it right there." Hospital security guards, from the regular
medical wing, stood there, with Joanna & Karen in tow. I stood still.
"Going to give us trouble, too?" Joanna asked. "No. You should know
better than that," I replied. "I thought so. You can leave us alone,
gentlemen." The guards left. "You gave her what she deserved. But, you
can't do that to ANY staff member, no matter how deserving they are.
You'll have to be... SEVERELY... punished..." I felt a needle in my
arm... sleeepyy...

I awoke in Joanna's dungeon. "I hope you've learned to adore a huge
stiff one up your butt, because otherwise this punishment will be pure
torture." I was bound in a straightjacket, shoulders & legs to the frame
with my head down, just like when they gave me that first enema. My still
loose asshole was crammed to the gills with vaseline... I didn't know
what... OOOOOOPPPHHH... BIGG... SMOOTH... A meaty headed dong, the size
of the one Shannon jammed in me that I'd adored so much... dilated me
WWIDDELYY again... OOOOHHHHYEAAAHHH!!! LOVE THAT STRETCHINGGG!! GOING...
UUUHHHPPP!!!! FUUUUCKKK!!! It PLUNGED up, (or should that be downward?)
into my anus... withdrew.. PLUNGED!!... withdrew... UPPP!!!... out...
UUUHHUUUPPP!!!... out... for what seemed like days to me I blissed out on
that maximizing bole as it slipped & slid soooo wonderfully... fatly..
fulll... up my ass over & over & again & again... I loved it... didn't
want it to EVER stop... at some point, I marshalled my wits about me
enough to come down off my dirty orgasmic high & looked at the nearby
clock... it's been schluupping my ass for two hours!!! HOLY COW!!! They
regreased it every so often, to make sure it & I didn't get dry... much
later, it went up & stayed put... I gripped it mightily with my ass
muscles & just held on & rode it... grunting sooo pleasurably around it...
just lived on that pole... how long I held it in, I don't know... awww...
don't go... I was undone... lifted erect... chained at the back, to hold
me upright... the wonderful dong was replaced by a HUGE buttplug...
nearly a foot long... 7" wide... flexible base... thick with vaseline...
OOOWOOOO!!!! The ramrod pistoned up again.. flared my hole open...
dilated... & the plug popped through, easily! The rod kept pushing...
OOOOOOWOOOOOWWOOOOOWOOOOWWWOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOPPPPHHHHH!!!! The
thick base flaps, resisting until now, bent... & it went all the way up!!!
Fully fucked by the plug!! OHHHHHMIIIGAAAWWWDDDSOOOGOOD.... FUCK MY
ASS... PLUG MY BUTT... I just wrapped myself around the plug & hung on as
I was forcibly dilated ever looser with each push & pull.

After quite a while of that, it, too, disappeared... "I was getting to
like... oWOOO!!!" The plug was replaced by another monster rocket!
Another one just like Shannon's... the 16"x 6" super hard & smoothly
bumpy... slathered in anal grease... It slid up.... HHHAAAARRRDDD!!!!!
OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It slipped out again...
fast... It began battering... faster... faster... really reaming...
ramming... splaying my buns open... bored upward to my very center...
hammered away at my hiney... I gripped it with my ass muscles... it was
tickling my anal g-spot... stroking every nerve ending... I milked it
with my rectal walls... sooogooodSOOOOOGOOOOD!!
DeepinmyassDEEPINMYASS!!!!UPPMYBUTTOOOHHHDEEPINMYBUTT!!!FUCK
MEYOUBITCHES!!!FUCKMYSHIT!!GOOOONNNNNAAAA....
SSSSHHHIIIIIITTT........GOOOOONNNNNNAAAAAAAA.........BBBBLLLLLLLLOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (KAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I
exploded into atoms around the mega-bole up my asshole... I felt...
sooo...loose... in more ways than one... 'wind...roaring... through my
crap cavern... falling... turned loose? Up... UP!! Hook... in a
ring... back of the straightjacket... on tiptoe... OHMI... OHMI.....
OHHHHHMMMIIIIIGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDD
DDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIIFFTIINNGG!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EAS...EEE.....' A super smooth ass bole was lowered on a hydraulic crane...
was raised up into my sloppy butt... lifting me... gonna rip me open...
weight shifting... crane lifting... I was lifted off the floor about
three feet, the dildo up my ass following along... up a foot... dildo up
all the way until it was almost lifting me... up on the hook.... dildo
up... until I was three feet up... my legs were being lifted... being
raised horizontally... dildo still up my ass... going along with me...
must be on a hinged crane or something.... shouldn't be able to do that...
hey, where's it... gone... put it back! I liked that one!! My legs
angled down a little... felt a nub behind me... just like that long
dildo-scope... I was angled for maximum penetration!!! That things
gonna... go... UUUPPP!!!! My mind just blew into orgasmic overload as
that foot & a half long, 4' wide dong bored... up... banging... drilling
slowly... spinning soooo... slowwllyy... & snaked it's entire length up
my ass... hung there forever, it seemed.... that long dick up my ass
holding me in place... woowww.... love this HUMONGOUS presence up my
poopchute... just wrapped around it... could live like this forever, just
blissed out around the massive, all dominating presence up my ass...
hey... it's going down... WHOOAAA!!! The thing pulled all the way out, &
then the penetrating piston just abruptly started pounding the foot from
the head down along the trunk up my ass... banging hard against my anal
g-spot... stroking every muscle... every wall... every nerve ending...
more energy surging than ever before!!! SCHTUPPINGG... my shit channel...
to new orgasmic heights... endorphins... suurrrgginnng.... I tried to
hang on... couldn't... couldn't even ride... just had to let it bang up
my shithole... I tried to wrap my muscles around... milked it...
oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGG
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDI
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGG
GGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCC
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ................ I felt a nasty anal
eruption... shitting... lube & shit down all over that bole... running
down it... feeling it drip down onto the floor... needing to comemmm
needing to piss... water everywhere... letting everything go as I
atomized... orgasmic vapors...........



I awoke some time later... I was in a van... dressed... a fat
expanding plug lodged up my rump... a bag that hadn't gone with me to that
place was beside me on the seat... I looked in it... it held plenty of
clothes I'd never seen... looked nice... looked like they'd fit me
well... one each of the four long &/or thick dongs I'd ADORED having
pounded up my ass... two envelopes... one full of $100 bills, & another
with a Visa card with my name on it... a note... "There's nothing more we
can pound into you that hasn't been already... Good luck..." "Mom & Dad
will pay for this.....

END

Sorry, folks, but I now see that I've already posted this sequel to the Ginney series. Dooohhhh!

I'll post something else to make up for it.

I like the Ginney story so much, that I asked one my girls to write a new chapter for it. She put her own spin on the story (as you might be able to figure out, she's into breast needles and medical play) so there are some new elements introduced here, but I thought that, following Lord Odie's comments about the Ginney stories, you might all appreciate it anyway.

Last one for today - up to you guys now to post some new stuff!

Ginney – Chapter 5

Ever since she got to partake in the ritual of burning all of her bras and panties, Ginney had noticed an increase of admiring glances coming her way, going au natural under her clothes. Last week, while spending a few hours at the mall, looking to purchase some new clothes that would accentuate her youthful shape, she was approached by a distinguished looking gentleman who had identified himself as a talent agent in search of models. After a few minutes of conversation he handed her a business card, asking her to call in the morning to set up an appointment for an interview, and, perhaps even a try-out.

The idea of modeling had been playing on Ginney’s mind for quite some time; even her stepmother had commented how beautiful she was and how attractively her body had developed. Of course, she also had her concerns, having heard and read about some “modeling contracts” having gone horribly wrong. Only a few weeks ago, she remembered having seen a documentary, an agency had been exposed for actually being a pornography ring, trading lovely young, often very young, barely legal, girls as sex slaves. This is not what she had in mind. When she arrived at home then, she snuck into her room, fired up the old laptop, and researched the agency – as it turned out, a good reputation. She dialed the number and, a bit to her surprise, it seemed as though the phone receptionist had already been waiting for her call. She was given an appointment for a week from Monday. Wondering whether she might be able to determine the likelihood of her having a successful interview, she browsed the agency’s website some more and got to see the images of some of their top models – absolutely gorgeous girls, with legs that won’t end, tight, well rounded rears, and, most of all, it seemed as though all of them had one common denominator: they had bid tits! Although having nicely shaped tits herself, she immediately began to worry how her pert C-cups could possibly get her the job.

Over dinner, Martha noticed that Ginney seemed to be pre-occupied; she barely picked on her salad. “What’s on your mind, little one? You not feeling well tonight?” she inquired of Ginney. The girl, after a few moments of trying to skirt the issue, finally opened up to her stepmother, sharing her excitement of having been given the interview on one hand, and her concerns about her tits not being big enough to give her a fair chance at getting the job. Martha, being very much aware of the importance of just right sized body parts, could not help but agree with Ginney. She directed the girl to go to her room and take a bath, she’d be up there in a minute and they would figure something out.

Ginney did as directed and before she could dry off, Martha entered the room, carrying a magazine, a bottle of some medicinal looking fluid, and what appeared to be some elastic bands, not unlike the ones she used to pull her hair up into a pony tail. “Come over here, little one, let mommy take a look at those cute little titties of yours!” Ginney did as commanded – she knew the consequence of not complying with her mother’s requests. Martha cupped Ginney’s breasts, one in each hand, kneading them while rolling and pinching the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, intermittently pulling them hard, stretching the girl’s tits. Next she applied the elastic bands to the bottom of the tits, making them stand nicely at attention. Then she applied the liquid which released a slightly stinging sensation in Ginney, making them swell slightly. “Well, dear, it seems you are in luck! Your tits seem to be prime specimen for a brand new procedure. Let’s look what I have on that right here in this magazine,” thumbing through the pages. “I just happened to read this article the other day.” She pointed to a spread depicting before and after images of bosoms that had been treated with the newest nonsurgical method guaranteed to increase the size. Ginney sat and read the description, feeling both a sensation of anxious nausea and a wetness developing in her sweet spot between her legs. “I think we should give it a go, dear,” Martha encouraged, with a fiendish gleam in her eyes. Half excited, half reluctantly, Ginney agreed. Mother phoned Nurse Alcott to discuss the clinical aspects of the procedure and Ginney could overhear that due to the nature of the treatment an additional set of hands would be required and that Sharon would be available next Friday; this would also give enough time for Nurse Alcott to order the required supplies. …

Friday morning, Martha awakened Ginney earlier than usual. “Come now, we don’t have any time to waste! You’ll need your daily cleansing and then we’ll have to make it over to the surgery for your treatment! Lay over my knee so that I can put this nozzle up your ass, already!” Martha delivered a full 3 liter enema after shoving the double Bartex up the girl’s little rose bud; oh, the cramps started immediately but she also noticed an unfamiliar warmth exuding from the liquids and shortly thereafter, the room seemed to be spinning. What Ginney did not know was that Martha had mixed some wine into the enema, intended to break down any reservations in the girl. After 20 minutes dwelling time, she allowed Ginney to empty her bowels, only to repeat the enema, only this time it was a water and wine mixture alone. Ginney started feeling slightly nauseated, not unlike to the time when she had gotten drunk by accident from what she thought was a cocktail of fruit juices, though, as it turned out, it was wine. After being allowed to purge, she was instructed by her stepmother to insert one of her butt plugs – since she was going to be on the receiving end of things of potentially rather painful treatments today, Martha allowed her to pick her favorite one, a 2” diameter x 6” long, ribbed and twisted contraption. When Ginney tried to get up and go to her closet to find some suitable clothes, her mother directed her to spare with the formalities of dressing. “Just wear this robe. The rest of it would just all have to come off at the surgery anyway!”

The 20 minute car ride did not make Ginney, in her state of near drunkenness, feel any better. When they arrived at the surgery, Nurse Alcott and Sharon were already waiting impatiently. “It’s about time you got here! The procedure alone will take some time, never mind the preparations! Let’s go, ladies!” With that they were ushered into a treatment room, carefully sound proofed with padded walls and doors. Ginney stared in disbelief on the treatment table in the middle of the room, complete with stirrups already set up and numerous leather straps dangling from the frame. She knew all too well what was awaiting her by the looks of things – rather painful therapy! An instrument table to the side displayed a whole dozen large syringes, already filled. The dental gag at the head of the treatment table did not lend any more encouragement. Then there was the other instrument table, covered with a surgical cloth. She could not fathom what might be hidden underneath.

“All right then, dear! Up you go,” Nurse Alcott motioned to Ginney. Reluctantly but obediently, she climbed up on the treatment table, only to find herself immediately being strapped down at the wrists, thighs, and ankles, her legs in the wide open stirrups. Next came a wide leather belt around her waist, another one underneath her breasts, and yet another one across her chest above the breasts. Finally, the dental gag was secured in place and a heavy strap was attached across her head, thus rendering her completely immobile. “As part of the prep, we will have to give you a rather large retention enema. You will have to keep that one in to minimize the potential side effect of the injections you are about to receive. In addition, your kidneys will try to excrete some of the byproducts and we will instill some fluids into your bladder to absorb any toxins.” Unable to move her head even a single degree to try and see, she heard the ripping of the wrappers to the Foley catheter tray and shortly thereafter, she felt a cold wetness between her legs, followed by some lubricant being applied and pressure at the entrance of her urethra. She has had catheters placed before but this one seemed much bigger than the others. “It is a #24, 30cc balloon. Good thing we’ve been using those sounds recently to dilate you bit down there,” Nurse Alcott proclaimed. The pressure increased, uncomfortably, then a bit of a sting and burning, and some resistance, which was quickly overcome thanks to the nurse’s capable skills of catheter insertion. The balloon was inflated immediately, but the tubing was clamped off, so that whatever fluid would enter her bladder could not escape until permitted. Ginney heard the rattling sound of an i.v. pole being wheeled across the tile floor and shortly thereafter felt cool liquid entering her bladder, instead of anything being allowed to drain. It was a 3 liter bag of normal saline. “We are going to keep this in place, my lovely, to keep you bladder nice and expanded. As a matter of fact, we might have to decide during the actual treatment to add some more liquid in order to increase the injections’ efficacy.”

Ginney’s abdomen was so uncomfortably full, all she could think off was how badly she wanted to pee. That, however, was not in the picture for the foreseeable future. Instead, she felt Sharon shoving another double Bartex tip up her ass. “Oh, my God!” Ginney thought, “not more of that!” Things had way exceeded the level she might feel exciting and erotic. “I think I am going to split open with all that fluid inside of me,” she whimpered. Her stepmother was not happy with her demeanour and responded with several sharp smacks across the ass cheeks and, for good measure, a couple of them across the cheeks of her face. “You ungrateful little slut! Here we are trying our best to get your tits in shape to guarantee you that modeling job and all you’ve got to do is lay there and let us do the work. Instead you are just pissing and moaning about how uncomfortable you are?! I have a good mind to just call things off!” Immediately Ginney showed contrition and, apologizing, asked to proceed. In response she received another 3 quarts of an oily suspension up her ass, with the delivery tubing clamped for the purpose of retention. With a total of about 6 liters of fluid inside of her, her abdomen was so distended it looked as though she was about to give birth! “Trust me, Ginney, you will be thankful for this little diversion,” Martha explained.

Finally, Nurse Alcott turned to Ginney and started to explain the procedure to her. She remembered that it would consist of several injections into her breasts and that the results would last approximately a week, then would require having the procedure repeated if she decided to keep her tits at the new size. The injection would consist of a new product that had been developed by suspending microencapsulated plasma droplets into normal saline, thus much slowing down the absorption rate into the tissue. Normal saline injections by themselves would be reabsorbed within a few hours. For better injectability, the breasts would be bound by their base with surgical tape, therefore making them tauter, allowing for safer penetration with the hypodermic needles. The goal was to increase Ginney’s tits by two cup sizes, from her current C-cup to a luscious DD-cup. This, according to plastic surgery standards, would require a volume of approximately 350 ml per breast to be injected and to ensure even distribution, the total amount would be divided into 6 injections for each breast. Nurse Alcott had calculated to add a bit for good measure to keep the injections even in amount and prepared six 60ml syringes for each side. The viscosity of the solution required a larger size gauge needle, so she chose #18 x 2” hypodermics. “Do you have any more questions, my dear? Once we get started there will be no stopping since the 6 injections will have to be delivered simultaneously, lest you want to end up with a lop-sided boob. And, of course, once the first one is done, we will have no choice but to proceed with the other side. Are you ready?”

Ginney had not bothered to answer as she was fully cognizant that this had been a completely rhetorical question. She got to observe the three women take their positions, each of them armed with two syringes, one in each hand. Nurse Alcott directed the other two as to the placement of the needles around the fleshy mounds in five strategically chosen places, with her holding the 6th one straight above the nipple. ON her command all of them were to plunge the needles into Ginney’s tits as she would plunge the 6th one straight down into the nipple. Once in place, again on her command, six hand exerted pressure on the plungers of six syringes, transporting the viscous solution into the yearning flesh of one soon to be glorious orb, only to be repeated on the opposite side shortly thereafter.

At what point she had slipped into oblivion from the pain, Ginney did not know but when Martha helped her to sit up on the treatment table and held the big mirror up for her to see, she could not help but smile at he beautiful result. Her abdomen started feeling relieved much better as both the catheter and the enema drainage tube had been opened for release. Nurse Alcott, Martha, and Sharon could not conceal their pleasure with the outcome but Ginney thought she also may have detected a slight glimpse of envy in their eyes.


TBC

Again, I don't claim authorship of this - it's from way back in my archives - but I hope you enjoy it.

A Visit to Dr. Kinesvogul
byVulpesvulpes©

*** WARNING! This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of medical procedures that may not be safe. The author is not a medical professional and assumes no responsibility for injuries sustained by persons attempting to act out this story in whole or in part.***

Jennifer was just getting home from work and was frustrated from a long week full of small annoyances. I heard her keys crash onto the counter and the click of her heels on the flagstone in the kitchen.

"Hey babe, I see you're home," I yelled from upstairs but got no response. "I thought you had a Dr.'s appointment today."

The clicking heels stopped. I could tell by the pause that she was now standing with her right fist balled up on her hip and cursing under her breath. She always forgets mundane things like this and I always have to remind her.

Jennifer is my lovely wife, but she has a high-pressure job that makes her a total bitch to live with by the time Friday rolls around. It's worth it to me though because she has also been my submissive sex slave virtually every weekend of our marriage. After giving orders and putting up with incompetence all week, she wants to let go and have someone else make the decisions. That is where I come in.

She checked her watch. "Shit!" she said, irritated by the need to rush. "Fucking perfect, a perfect fucking end to a perfect fucking week!" I heard her say to herself. Louder and directed at me, "I've only got forty-five minutes to shower, change and get over there."

I padded down the stairs in sock feet and approached her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist, trying to settle her down by nuzzling and kissing her neck. "I know baby, sorry I didn't remind you earlier. You'll feel better once you get it out of the way and besides, I'll treat you to dinner at Mike's after."

"Oh, a cheap steak and a glass of wine from a box is supposed to make it better?" she said in her most sarcastic tone. I slapped her right ass-cheek hard with my open hand. I like to joke around as much as the next Master but she crossed the line and she knew it.

************

We entered the lobby and were greeted by a very efficient looking receptionist. Jennifer dutifully signed in, was handed a clipboard and took a seat. She filled out the customary forms while I went to find the restroom. Meanwhile, a tall, thin, handsome young man in a lab coat appeared in a doorway at the end of the waiting area.

"Ms. Murphy?" he said, as if calling to a room full of people. "I'm the only one here, so that must be me." she said with a smirk. The young man escorted her into the hall and took her blood pressure, height, weight, and asked a series of medical history questions.

"We'll need a urine sample," he said flatly. Jennifer looked at him as if to say, "So, why are you telling me?"

He produced a bottle of water that looked to be about 16oz. "Here, drink this." She opened the bottle and drank about half the contents without breaking eye contact with the young man. Unimpressed, he led her to an exam room and gestured toward the table.

"If you would please disrobe and get up on the table for me" he said in his best Dr.'s voice. "Don't I get some kind of drape?" she asked.

"It would just get in the way," he said in a dismissive tone. The young man left the room and Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly took off everything except her bra and panties and sat up on the table. Jennifer was finishing the water just as the young man returned. He looked annoyed and motioned with his finger, "those too".

She flushed with embarrassment but added the thin undergarments to the pile of clothes on the chair while the young man busied himself washing his hands and laying out equipment trays. "Lay back, turn onto your left side and bring your right knee up so that I can take your temperature."

"Is that really necessary?" Jennifer asked incredulously. "I'm afraid so, now up you go." The young man expertly lifted her legs, upsetting her balance and forcing her onto her back. She reluctantly rolled onto her side and drew up her knee.

After lubing a small rectal thermometer with K-Y, he spread her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, paused a moment to admire her clean-shaven sex, and inserted the cold glass object into her rectum. "The doctor will be with you shortly, just hold it in until he gets here," he said as he guided her right hand to hold the offending object in place.

Jennifer was mortified and pissed off at the same time. "I'm lying her buck-fucking-naked with a thermometer up my ass and this guy isn't even a goddamn doctor!" I heard her say through clenched teeth as I opened the door and entered the exam room.

She did not realize who it was because she was facing the wall. I washed my hands and donned a pair of surgical gloves without acknowledging her little outburst. She moved her hand as soon as she felt me approach. I removed the thermometer and pretended to look at it and then scribbled something on her chart.

"Yes, everyting zeems to be in order." I said in a bad German accent.

She flipped over to see me looking down at her from behind wire-rimmed reading glasses. My outfit was complete with lab coat, shirt and tie, slacks and black dress shoes. Waves of tension seemed to melt from her body as she realized that this was all an elaborate set-up. A normal woman would have been pissed off, but not Jennifer. She was relieved that I would be the one doing the exam and was also excited by all the evil things I could do to her in a doctor's office. She was speechless.

"I think we will start with the breast exam. Please sit up and vie vill begin."

I uncovered one of the trays and her eyes widened when she saw the contents. I retrieved the leather cuffs and placed them on her wrists, clipping them together in the middle of her back. I started the exam by kneading her breasts with my large, powerful hands, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers until she cried out in pain and pleasure.

She knew that this was a mistake and that I would only make things worse because of it. I found our ball-gag among the paraphernalia and presented it for her mouth. Obediently, she opened up and I buckled it tightly. Since her ability to speak had been taken away, another means had to be provided to ensure her safety.

"If things get to be too much, open your hand and drop this ball," I said as I pressed the small round object into her hand. She nodded that she understood and grasped it tightly. Next, I had her get up on the table on her hands and knees. I noticed that she had her legs as far apart as she could get them on the narrow table with her back arched and her ass stuck out. "That's my little slut," I thought to myself.

I then took a length of surgical tubing and wound it tightly around each pendulous breast, causing them to stick out obscenely. I pinched and pulled on her extra-sensitive nipples and thumped each mound with my fingers as if I was testing a melon for ripeness. Tears welled up in her eyes but she didn't make a sound. After I had her tits bound tightly, I had Jennifer turn around and present her ass to me. I selected a medium-sized butt-plug from one of the trays on the counter, lubed it and inserted it into her upturned rectum.

Next, I had her sit back on the table, forcing the plug deep within her ass, and produced a tray with two large syringes. Each was filled with 300mL of sterile saline solution. Although Jennifer has beautiful breasts that sit up high and firm, she has always wished they were bigger and more full looking. Tonight she would get her wish.

I grabbed her right breast and held it roughly. After swabbing the nipple with alcohol, I inserted the needle into it as far as it would go. She screwed her eyes shut and whimpered and cried into her gag but held her talisman tightly. I pushed the plunger, depositing about 75mL deep within her breast. Slowly, I pulled the needle out and reinserted it at a different angle, adding fluid to her increasingly heavy tit.

I repeated the procedure until the syringe was empty and turned my attention to her other breast. When I was finished, Jennifer was sweating profusely and her tits looked like they might pop. The skin of her nipples was stretched tight and small droplets of blood marked the places where the needle went in. I lovingly swabbed them with alcohol again and taped gauze pads in place to stop the bleeding.

Before repositioning my victim for a continuation of the torture, I unclipped her hands and removed her gag to ask how she was doing. The snotty bitch from earlier had melted away and now her voice was soft and meek. "I'm fine, I just need to pee."

"I'll take care of that for you, just lay back on the table and put your feet in the stirrups." With that, she laid back and I secured her hands to rings on each side of the table. Next, I had her scoot down until her butt was almost hanging off the edge. Once there, I secured her feet by wrapping yards of surgical tape around them and the cold metal they rested on. This position left her pussy vulnerable and hanging open from the added pressure of the butt plug. On one of the trays, I found a foley catheter about 3mm in diameter. After unwrapping it, I lubed it, clamped the open end and separated her labia with my thumb and forefinger.

"You will feel a little pressure, a burning sensation and then a sharp pinch." She closed her eyes and bit her lip as I began pushing the latex tube into her urethra. About five inches had gone in when I felt it slip past the muscle at the neck of her bladder. I then inflated the balloon at the tip. Jennifer's eyes bulged because this added to her need to urinate. Once I had the catheter in place, I found a graduated cylinder and released the clamp so that the yellow fluid flowed into it.

"400 milliliters, plus ten percent is 440," I said as I wrote the amount on her chart. I then filled a large syringe with sterile saline solution and screwed the tip onto the open end of the catheter. All 440 milliliters disappeared into her bladder when I pushed the plunger, creating an extreme need-to-pee sensation.

Before I began the pelvic exam, I removed the butt plug so that I would have more room inside to work. Next, I got a large speculum and inserted it until I felt the jaws hit her cervix. At that point, I spread them slightly to allow them to penetrate further. Once I had them all the way in, I slid the jaws as far apart as they would go and tightened the tension screw. Next, I pried the jaws (and her cunt) open and locked them in place with the other screw.

On one of the trays, I found a neuro wheel and began to roll it over her bulging breasts, rib cage, stomach, mons pubis and finally around her stretched open vagina. Since it was spread to the max, there was plenty of room to roll the wheel along the insides of her pink tunnel where the flesh folded around the sides of the jaws. Cries, shrieks, moans and wails accompanied all of this. Thank God we were the only ones left in the building!

Once I was satisfied with the level of pain I had caused her cunt, I removed the speculum, drained her bladder and removed the catheter. Hanging next to the head of the table was an enema apparatus that Jennifer had eyed suspiciously when she had first entered the room. The end was unlike any she had ever seen. It had two uninflated bulbs near the tip and she could not figure out why. Ultimately, she had decided that it must not be for her. How wrong she was!

"You're not going to use that on me are you?" she asked as I reached for the enema bag and bardex nozzle. "Of course I am, you need a thorough cleaning before I can see up into your ass like I did your cunt." I thought she might faint at the thought so I quickly lubed the nozzle and inserted it into her rectum. When her sphincter closed on the gap between the bulbs, I inflated the inner one and then the outer one, locking the whole thing in place.

With my left hand, I reached up and undid the clamp holding the water back. I heard it gurgle as it began filling her bowels. With my right hand I massaged her abdomen in an effort to ease the cramping that I knew was inevitable. Several times, I stopped the flow when she said she couldn't take anymore. Each time I opened the clamp when the cramps had passed. Overall, she took it very well. When the full two liters of warm, sudsy water had drained from the bag, I clamped off the tube and disconnected the nozzle.

Deciding that she needed a reward for being such a trooper, I released her hands, unwound the tubing around her breasts, cut the tape off her feet and let her go to the bathroom to void in private. While she was gone, I cleaned up the toys and put them in my gear bag. (Some of the medical equipment 'accidentally' got thrown in as well.)

When she returned, she was all cleaned up and I helped her back up onto the table. Just as I had promised, I lubed an anal speculum that was only slightly smaller than the vaginal one I had used on her earlier. I inserted it all the way into her rectum and opened the jaws as before, securing them in place with the tension screws.

This time when I reached for the neuro wheel, there was nothing in the way to keep me from rolling it across her labia and clit. She did not appreciate the added sensation and groaned and whimpered her disapproval. This was bad enough, but the ultimate indignity was when I rolled it into her wide-open asshole and along the sides like I had done with her cunt. Feeling that she had survived enough fun for one evening, I collapsed and removed the anal speculum.

Before I let her up, I sat down on the stool at the end of the table and began softly licking her ravaged slit. Jennifer's pink flesh was hot and wet even before my tongue touched it. Slowly, I began licking up and down the full length from her hood to her perineum. Her hips began to writhe and she was running her fingers through my hair, messing up my doctor's coif.

As she began to buck against my tongue, I began to concentrate on her clit, alternately sucking it into my mouth and flicking it back and forth with my tongue. I pulled off my gloves, wet two fingers in my mouth and easily slid them into Jennifer's stretched-open vagina. That was all it took. I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers as I applied more suction to her clit. She came with a loud groan and then collapsed back on the table, exhausted.

"Let's just go home," I said once her breathing had returned to normal.

"Fuck that! You owe me a cheap steak and some boxed wine" she chided. Perhaps I hadn't been hard enough on her. Oh well, there's always next time.

The end.

As Lord Odie has suggested, here's my first new contribution to the "re-invigoration" of this forum. It's not mine, and it's definitely not new, but some of you may not have seen it. Enjoy!

First Class Treatment

by Tiffany

Part One

I could not believe my luck. After being a single mother of
three for twelve years, and struggling from pay check to pay
check, I met a man that wanted to marry me after one date. He
offered to adopt my three children and keep me at home doing the
things I love doing: cooking, mothering, and painting.
Walter Quintana was pushing sixty and twenty-five years my
senior. Though not my ideal man, he was distinguished, knew lots
of interesting and important people, and was rich by my
standards. My sons took an instant liking to Walter because he
was liberal with his cash, offered them beer, and letting them
browse his extensive collection of girlie magazines. Those
things did not set well with me, but I kept silent.
My boys have been a hand full ever since the first one,
Jason, entered puberty four years ago. Greg doubled my trouble
two years later, and my youngest, Arthur, had just begun talking
squeaky and leaving those tell-tale spots on his sheets. The
thought of my little sex fiends having unlimited access to
pornography left me with a cold chill. Add alcohol to that mix
and I could see real trouble in the mansion.
None-the-less, I quelled my apprehensions and accepted
Walter's proposal and his suggestion that we move in together for
a few weeks before the wedding. Walter wanted me to quit my job
and offered to maintain my apartment. He said he'd give me five
thousand dollars as a parting gift if things didn't work out. I
was determined that things would work out. During those two
weeks I never uttered a protest or made a single complaint,
though I had plenty to complain about. My boys quickly became
impossible to control.
Walter seemed to be testing my tolerance. Always a very
touchy-feely guy, he continued that practice regardless of who
was in the room or what room we were in. To have a hand grab my
crotch with one or more of my boys grinning at me was a novel and
unwelcome sensation. Not being able to
slap the shit out of the guy that did it was even more novel.
Walter had another nuance that I found particularly unnerving; he
liked to playfully call me demeaning terms, like bitch, cunt, and
whore. These were always said with a smile and followed by a
kiss, but in the presence of my children, it was difficult to
bear. When they started doing it, Walter loved it. I was almost
ready to take the five grand and walk.
I stayed but resolved that after the wedding there would be
some major changes. Our state is a community property state and
I made it clear that I would not sign a pre-nuptial agreement. I
even visited an attorney without Walter's knowledge to verify
what my rights would be one day after the wedding. What I
learned was that I'd be half rich. I'm not a gold digger, but
with that knowledge I had options and leverage. I intended to
use those to get my way. The day after the wedding, the beer
would go, the magazines would go, and they would all show me the
respect I deserved as a wife and mother. If not, Walter would
go.
I was sitting on the couch with Walter two days before the
wedding. We were watching TV. From Jason's room came the
familiar call that sent chills up my spine. "Hey, BITCH!
Bring me a fuckin' beer!" I forced a smile. Walter said, "Boys
will be boys." I delivered the beer to Jason who was lying on
his back, propped up on a pillow, and jerking off while looking
at Miss November. All three of my boys get a big kick out of
having me catch them jerking off. They also like to deposit
their youthful seed where they know I'll have to handle it, like
on pillow cases and in socks. I handed Jason the beer with fire
in my eyes and said, "You just wait, young man. I'm going to
remember this. I'm writing everything down."
He just gave me a hard look, pointed his prick at me, and
jerked faster. I left steaming. I plopped down beside Walter
and smiled, saying, "Oh, those boys. They drive me nuts. I hope
you won't mind if I make a few little changes after we're
married."
"That will be your prerogative. After all, half of this
will be yours. I intend to leave the running of this house to
you, dear. Just to humor me, though, don't make any changes
until then, okay?"
This unexpected news thrilled me, and I quickly said yes.
From that moment on I could take anything. When Jason next
called me, I walked in smiling. He had just ejaculated all over
his stomach and upper thighs. I handed him the beer and said,
"Can I get you a warm wash cloth?"
"Yeah, cunt. You can clean this fuckin' mess up, too."
I returned seconds later, knelt by his bed, and dutifully
swabbed-up his semen. I pinched the deflated head of his penis
to wipe along its length and clean his balls. Jason loved this
intimate attention from me, as it was the first time in his
memory that I'd touched his penis. He'd die if he knew I'd
regularly sucked all three of them as babies to get them to fall
asleep. It was their father's idea. He got a big charge out of
watching. After I tossed his lazy ass out, my boys learned to
fall asleep the normal way.
The evening before the wedding, Walter and I sat together on
the couch. He was wondering why we hadn't received the results
back from our blood tests and was worried that the wedding might
have to be postponed. It was no big deal. We planned a simple
JP ceremony at the court house, but I became anxious. Moments
later, the phone beside me rang. I picked up. The professional
sounding male voice said, "Is this Ann Taylor?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Miss Taylor, this is Dr. Greendale from the clinic. I'm
afraid I have some rather disturbing news. I'd prefer to discuss
this in detail in a more suitable setting, but time is of the
essence. In brief, your blood test revealed the presence of a
rare toxin. The tests are conclusive. You have what's called
lymphatic toxicoma."
"Lymphatic toxicoma? Is it serious?"
"I'm afraid it's very serious - life threatening if not
treated in time. Tell me, are your joints hurting you at all?"
"Well, no, not really."
"Excellent. That means we can use chemotherapy. Ann, I can
now give you some good news. We can treat your condition with
drugs, and the treatment only takes thirty days. Afterwards,
you'll be free of this condition."
I let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's about time I
heard something positive. So, do I need to make an appointment
or something? I have a wedding tomorrow at noon."
I'm afraid the wedding must wait until we can clear your
test. The Center for Disease Control has a strict rule on this
condition. Although the disease can not be communicated while
the drugs are being administered, it is a very rare and dangerous
communicable venereal disease."
"Where did I get it?"
"I don't want to get into that over the phone. I'll need a
detailed sex history from you - another CDC requirement. Ann, is
there anyone with you?"
"Yes, Walter my fiancee is right here."
"Don't move. Tell him to hold the phone to your ear for
you."
"But why, I'm perfectly..."
"Please, Ann, just do as I say." I told Walter and he held
the phone. "Okay, now very gingerly release the phone and let
your arm fall and rest at your side. Do not move your fingers or
wrist joints!"
Fear rose in me as I complied. I said, "Why, what's wrong?"
"I'm coming to you with a team of specialists, Ann. It is
absolutely important that you not move any joints until we
arrive. The toxin acts on the cartilage between your joints.
Movement speeds up the action and provides a pathway into the
central tissues. If the toxin gets inside the cartilage, the
drugs can't neutralize them. We may still cure you, but you
could easily loose fingers, hands, feet, even entire limbs. If
you haven't felt any pain it is not likely to have happened yet,
but this is too serious to take a chance. Can you remain totally
immobile for thirty minutes?"
I said a very firm yes. The doctor hung up. I explained
the situation to Walter, talking through clenched teeth, head
straight forward, trying not to move my jaw. Walter immediately
went for his medical encyclopedia. He found the section right
away and read me the short article. It was what Dr. Greendale
had told me, plus we learned that it only affected the joints of
the outer extremities from the elbows and knees down. Treatment
called for immobilization of vulnerable joints and chemotherapy.
That was a small relief, and I timidly relaxed my jaw and neck.
What I found shocking was that the drugs were administered twice
daily through high colonic enemas. Walter put the book away and
sat beside me, saying, "Well, look on the bright side. It's
curable and they caught it before any damage was done."
I said, "Yes, I'm a very lucky lady, but this is too serious
for me to start celebrating my good luck. By the way, the
wedding has to be postponed for at least a month."
"Damn! Well, look, the deal is still valid as far as I'm
concerned, and I'll pick up the full medical expenses besides.
I'll arrange to hold your apartment for another month."
"Oh, Walter. You are a prince."
Walter called my boys in and gave them the full story. They
looked on with sad worried eyes. I said, "It looks like you kids
will have to get your own beer for a while. And Jason, you can
clean your own jerk-off messes." He scowled at me for
embarrassing him, but it felt good to see him blush for a change.
Dr. Greendale arrived on time and was accompanied by three
assistants, two male and one female. All but the nurse wore
light blue medical smocks with name plaque badges that identified
them as MD. RN. Technician, Therapist and so forth. She wore a
sexy white nurse's uniform. They all looked and acted
professional, and I hadn't the slightest inkling they weren't
what they pretended to be. Dr. Greendale explained the disease
and treatment in more detail. He explained the necessity of
applying casts to mid-thigh and mid-upper arm. As his assistants
prepared the materials, he said, "Fortunately, I see you have
three helpers living with you. You're lucky they are out of
school for the summer. We can train them to care for you and
administer the treatments. Of course, you could hire round the
clock nurses, but that can be very expensive."
I said, "What do I need nurses for?"
"Ann, these casts are very heavy. I'm afraid you won't be
able to do anything for yourself. Basically, you'll be
bed-ridden. Now, I'll need to cut your clothes off of you."
He made a move towards my skirt with a pair of scissors and
I freaked. My three boys were gawking at me. I said, "Wait!
Not with them in here. Walter, can we talk privately?"
Walter ushered everyone into the den and shut the door. He
came back and sat beside me. I said, "Walter, sweetheart, I
don't want those kids looking after me. They've never seen me
naked, and I want to keep it that way; besides, there's no way I
want them attending to my toilet or giving me sponge baths.
Giving me enemas is out of the question. Hire me a nurse,
please!"
Walter looked pensive, then said, "Look, Ann. I'll be
totally honest with you. One of my biggest fantasies is of a
beautiful, sexy mother being helpless and at the mercy of her
horny kids. I prefer scenarios that involve nasty young girls,
but any kids will do. This situation has fallen into my lap like
a gift from heaven. Please don't ask me to forfeit it and spend
thousands of dollars unnecessarily in the process."
This revelation was not a total surprise to me. Whenever we
made love, Walter made me recount every improper act that my boys
had ever perpetrated on me. Lately, there had been many, and I
fully understood his motives for wanting me to tolerate the
situation. I said, "Sweetheart, I understand what you want, but
this is no game. You don't know what you're asking. I have no
idea what those boys are capable of. I don't know if I could
survive the humiliation of having them see my naked vagina, much
less wiping my butt. As for sex, who knows what they might try.
I will be totally helpless once those casts are on."
Walter smiled with a gleam in his eye. I knew I said the
wrong thing. He said, "That's right. I could live off the
memories for the rest of my life."
I knew right then that there was no chance of getting a
nurse. My options were few. I had no medical insurance. I
pleaded, "Please, Walter! If I do this for you, will you at
least lay some ground rules for them and rigidly enforce them."
"No, that would defeat my purpose. I want them to feel free
to do with you whatever pleases them. I have no intention of
interfering. It will do you no good to cry to me for help,
either. I won't lift a finger. I'm sorry, Ann, but I can't pass
this chance up. I'd never get another in a million lifetimes."
I still had the option of halting our engagement. I figured
the doctor would commit me to the state hospital. I've heard
horror stories about those places. Finally, I said, "Bring them
in."
Soon they were all crowded around as Dr. Greendale began
snipping his way up the center of my skirt. I wanted to die as
he folded the flaps back and exposed my panties. Greg slyly
pointed out the stray pubic hairs peeking out from under the leg
bands. Dr. Greendale's scissors continued up through my
pull-over. He parted the sweater and cut down the length of each
sleeve.

I had little time to adjust to being in my bra and panties when
he snipped the bra in the center and cut the two shoulder straps.
He bared my breasts and the boys' eyes lit up. I groaned as he
inserted his scissors down the center of my panty waist band and
cut his way to the left leg hole. He then cut straight across
the crotch, saying, "I'm afraid these have to go, too. Once the
casts are on you wouldn't be able to get them off without cutting
anyway. And you may as well adjust to having your sons see you
in your birthday suit. They'll be bathing you twice a day among
other things."
I closed my eyes as he stepped back and revealed my exposed
vagina. I cursed the fact that I'd been sitting in a relaxed,
unladylike position when he first called and didn't have the
courage to move my knees together. I could feel the cool air on
my inner membranes, and my damn clit began climbing up to take a
look around. I closed my eyes and listened to my sons' giggles.
Dr. Greendale took up a clipboard and said, "I need to get
this CDC sexual history questionnaire filled out. I'm afraid
it's rather personal. I must warn you that falsifying
information can lead to arrest and/or a stiff fine. They're very
serious about this, Ann. Perhaps you'd like to handle this in
private."
I nodded firmly, but Walter piped in, saying, "I'm sure Ann
has nothing to hide. Go ahead, Doctor."
I gave Walter a nasty look. The doctor said, "Very well."
He then began asking me extremely detailed questions. I was
so intimidated by the threat from the CDC that I answered them
truthfully. Before the humiliating experience was over, I'd
explained my masturbation habits, including frequency and
technique. I told of my first sexual encounter; my first oral
sex; my first anal experience; my love of enemas; my several acts
of infidelity; and the catalog of lovers I'd had since divorcing
my husband. By the time I was through, I was not just physically
laid bare, but spiritually and emotionally as well. I felt like
a cheap slut. My kids were looking at me like I was a cheap
slut. My traitorous vagina reveled in my exposure,
embarrassing me further by opening up and pouring my juices down
the crack of my ass and wetting the sofa cushion.
After the questionnaire, the team went to work and applied
soft gauss padding wherever the cast would be applied, being
extremely careful not to move me unnecessarily. Water-soaked
plaster strips were continually applied until both my legs were
covered by a thick cast. They cast my legs as they were
positioned, bent ninety degrees at the knee. While the leg cast
set-up, they started on my arms, setting them just as they
rested. After encasing my arms, they went back to my legs and
Dr. Greendale explained that they could now lift and move my leg
to complete the casting of my feet and setting eyebolts in the
ends at the toes. I groaned as they lifted my right leg and
yawned my pussy. I groaned doubly when, afterwards, they set it
far to the right and then lifted my left. The boys gathered at
my crotch and gawked at my spread beaver. I swear they could see
my tonsils.
I could see that Walter was enjoying himself. He had a
hardon that threatened to destroy a new pair of slacks. When all
work was done and the casts were set, I sat like a fool, helpless
and exposed. I tried to lift my arms, but the weight was almost
too much. The legs were impossible to move on my own. My casts
were much bigger than ordinary casts for broken bones, and at the
ends of each was a strong eyebolt. These, he explained,
facilitated suspension and greatly added to my comfort. He said
they would begin installing the hardware necessary for my
home care. They turned the guest bedroom into a treatment room.
They wheeled in a hospital bed, and soon heard drilling and
hammering.
The decent thing for them to do after finishing my casts
would have been to throw a sheet over my naked body. Not only
was I not given a sheet, but they left my legs widely parted.
The medical people ignored the way my kids gathered between my
legs and studied my intimate anatomy. That was the only
non-professional act I observed, but that was pretty damned
unprofessional if you ask.
In addition to the exposure of my most intimate anatomy
before my children, the heavy weight of my leg casts forced my
knees to fall out. If I had been trying to shoot the widest
beaver I could, I doubt I could have done any better. I looked
to Walter with a face as red as a used tampon and said, "I hope
you're satisfied." He simply smiled.
After two hours on the couch, I was lifted by the men and
placed on my back in the bed. Overhead was a traction frame of
heavy chrome steel with chrome rings every six inches down both
rails. Dr. Greendale demonstrated the utility of the setup by
clipping a cotton rope to the eyebolt on the toe of my right leg
cast, running the tail end through a ring in the right side rail,
drawing my leg up in the air and to the right. He did the same
with the my left leg. When he secured the ends, I was helplessly
spread wide, and my backside barely rested on the bed. The
position, though humiliating, did feel good.
Being relieved of all that weight made me temporarily forget
just how exposed and vulnerable my crotch was. The doctor
secured my arms out to the sides with my elbows up by the top of
my head. I must have looked like a dead cockroach, and I felt
especially vulnerable with my tits stretched and arching up. I
was a rapist's dream.
The doctor then demonstrated the electronic controls.
Everyone gathered around my bed for this demonstration. With the
press of a button on a hand-held control unit, a motor hummed,
and the entire framework rose, lifting me clear of the bed by
over a foot. He paused to point out the facility of being
able to easily lift me this way to facilitate my toilet and
bathing needs.
They placed a plastic baby's wash basin on the bed beneath
me. He took a water wand that was hooked on the bed rail and
startled me by spraying my crotch. I then noticed the garden
hose coming in through the window. I also noticed
the eyebolts installed on the walls and ceiling.
He adjusted the spray to a pulse mode and pulsed my exposed
anus, saying to my kids, "You won't have to deal with messy
toilet paper with this device. Just don't use too much water.
Remember, you have to be able to carry the basin away when you
finish." He then absent-mindedly brought the pulsing jets up my
crack to my clit. I jerked and brought my head up. He said,
"Oh, excuse me, Ann." The boys got a big laugh out of that. The
nurse enjoyed it especially. She brought a tissue to my pussy
and rubbed me dry, smiling and saying, "We both know what that
thing is good for, don't we."
This was my first real inkling that this was a setup. The
way she said it, and the way they all laughed, not to mention the
unprofessional way she dried my pussy, told me I was in deep
trouble. I felt like such an idiot. I knew I was screwed. I
saw no way out. Even if I screamed my head off, my screams would
only get me a gag. I decided to go ahead and play along, mostly
because I had no other choice.
I felt like I deserved whatever happened. I wasn't even
angry with Walter. I should have suspected. Even a total idiot
can put two and two together. I couldn't blame my boys; they
were just being boys. Who could really blame them if they
decided to take advantage of the rather comical situation I found
myself in. I was sure they were not in on it. They seemed to
believe the story.
Actually, all of the burden was off me. I had no say over
anything. I was as helpless and vulnerable as any woman could
be. Walter and his strange friends were responsible. If they
could live with their consciences, then more power to them was
the way I saw it.
After this demonstration, the nurse took charge and ushered
the men from the room, directing the boys to stay. This woman
was the image of the buxom babe dressed up as a sexy nurse like
you see on adult sit-coms. Her uniform was short and open at the
chest to show ample cleavage. Her hair, wildly sculpted and
piled high, was accented by her cute nurse's cap. Unlike most
nurses, she wore make-up, professionally applied. After shutting
the door behind the men, she locked it. She turned sensuously,
leaned against the door, and said in a sultry, sexy voice,
"Before I explain how you take care of Mommy's hygiene needs,
would you boys mind if I have a little fun with her first."

Part Two

I swear, I was never so shocked in my life. I looked at her
like she was crazy. She sucked her finger then traced her
painted fingernail teasingly over her breast mound and undid
three buttons. My boys were staring at her with their eyes out
on springs, nodding in unison. She began taking off her clothes
while saying, "Promise not to tell, okay?" Their eyeballs were
flopping all around; mine were bugged out pretty far as well.
This woman had a body that wouldn't quit and absolutely
gorgeous besides. She was naked under her uniform and after
dropping the uniform, she posed like a glamour model. In
addition to pendulous breasts with hard prominent nipples, her
pussy was shaved bare. She dipped a finger into her naked slit
and twirled the painted nailed finger in her wetness. She then
brought that slimy digit up and applied that wetness to her lips
like lip gloss. She told Jason to remove the basin and lower me
to the bed.
She advanced toward me, coming up on my left with an
exaggerated sexy sway. She leaned over my head and pursed her
lips for a kiss. I just stared at her in disbelief as Jason,
Greg, and Arthur hurriedly got into positions to watch. Arthur
actually climbed onto the bed and lay across my body, using my
abdomen as a rest for his bony elbows while cupping my breasts in
his small hands. Jason and Greg leaned in from my right,
anxiously waiting to see her lips touch mine.
I drew my head back as her lips came nearer. I tried to
twist away, but she held my head with both hands. When contact
seemed immanent, I bit at her lips. She drew back and reached to
my left nipple, giving it a painful pinch. She kept my nipple
between the nails of her thumb and forefinger and slowly brought
her lips back to mine. I held perfectly still and let her seal
her mouth to mine. Her soft feminine lips and erotic perfume
made my head spin. Her tongue teased inside my lips and over my
clenched teeth. After feeling her nail tighten on my nipple, I
wisely relaxed my jaw and accepted her silky tongue.
She took her hand off my tit and ran it down to my pussy as
Arthur raised up on his knees to allow her hand to pass through.
We kissed passionately as her finger slipped inside me. The boys
moved about, equally delighted by the sight of my tongue
searching out her mouth or her fingers turning my cunt into a
soupy mess. The vulgar nurse, in fact, simply held her mouth
open over mine. I did all the kissing, tonguing, I should say.
She brought me off with her finger, and I moaned in
helpless ecstasy while continuing to lick the inside of her wide
open mouth.
She climbed off the bed and gathered my hair in a pony tail
coming off the top of my head. I was puzzled by this until she
tied it in an over-hand knot and slipped a cotton rope noose over
my top knot. The boys were curious about this, but when she
climbed up and straddled my head then brought the rope up her
back, over her shoulder, then passed the tail end through a ring
in the cross bar overhead, they seemed to catch on at once.
All I could see was naked beaver inches from my eyes. I
stared up into my first pussy, a pussy getting poised over
my face. I felt the slight tug on my hair knot as she handed
the tail end to Arthur who was kneeling on the bed between my
legs. Jason and Greg leaned in from both sides, peering into the
space between her crotch and my face. She lowered herself over
my body with her pubic bone on my upper chest.
By looking down my nose, I peered into her beaver as she
moved her knees out and in line with my shoulders. She reached
back with both hands and lewdly pulled her cheeks apart. She
presented the most vulgar sight you could imagine. Her hairless
sex yawned wide like a huge toothless mouth. It was shockingly
vulgar. She was sopping wet. The purpose of the noose dawned on
me. I groaned in despair and said, "Please don't!"
She obviously gave Arthur the signal, because my head
suddenly got yanked up. Thwack! My head was like a baseball and
her beaver was the catcher's mitt. My face sealed itself in her
slimy slit. I couldn't see or breathe. I could hear, and I
heard her moans and their laughs. Seconds later, the tension
relaxed; my head fell to the mattress. I just had time for a few
quick breaths, then...Thwack! Strike two!
This bizarre game continued until I stopped dropping my
head. I kept my face in her cunt to avoid having my hair yanked.
I was able to control my breathing, and as long as I kept my face
in tight contact with her cunt between breaths, she didn't make
Arthur yank. I thought this was very clever of her, because to
the boys it appeared I was willingly eating her out. They were,
in fact, cheering me on. I said to myself, "What the hell."
To tell the truth, I found the feel, taste, and smell of her
pussy intoxicating. I began licking her in earnest, giving them
the show they wanted. They delighted at seeing my tongue fully
extended and being drawn up the full length of her slit. I
repeated this often, since they liked seeing it so much. She liked
it, too, but occasionally wanted her clit sucked. This I willing
did, bringing her to orgasm. After her orgasm, I lapped at her
weeping hole. My sons marveled at my willingness to lap her pussy
juices.
While remaining in place, and while I attended her delicious
pussy, she called the boys to my crotch and proceeded to give
them an anatomy lesson. I found this amusing at first. After
explaining my basic hygiene needs and going over the parts of my
vagina, she began demonstrating the use of various tools that came
with the bed. Besides the water wand, there were a variety of
phallic vibrators, enema attachments, a pussy spreader, an anal
stretcher, and a urinary catheter.
She demonstrated the administration of a high colonic. I
grunted and strained as she shoved four feet of rubber tubing up my
entrails. I took what seemed like gallons of water, making my
belly swell up. She let me cry and beg for relief for five
minutes. She teased me by jostling my abdomen, making my innards
slosh. The boys thought that was hilarious. After five minutes,
she eased the tube to within a few inches of coming out, placed
the end of the tube into a pail on the floor, and emptied the
contents of my colon into that pail. The process was repeated
until the water poured out clear.
I then had the uncomfortable experience of having my
sphincter slowly stretched open until a baseball bat could go in
without touching the walls. They used a flashlight to peer
inside me. I groaned when she said, "If you work her up to it,
she can easily take your arms up her ass clear to your arm pits.
Be careful to always make sure your nails are cut short and
buffed and never ever insert any breakable or sharp objects or
apply force."
Strange as this may seem, I thrilled at these provocative
words. You see, I've always been very anal. The very idea of
taking a child's arm totally inside me was intriguing to say the
least.
Next, she explained how the medicine was to be administered.
She had Jason raise my legs to the highest by pulling on the
ropes and re-fastening them. My toes touched the rings and I was
resting on my shoulders. My ass was two feet off the bed. She
asked for a bottle from a case of bottles. I saw the bottle as
Greg handed it to her. It looked to hold a about a quart. The
body was seamless plastic and had a slight hour glass shape. She
removed the screw-on cap, lubricated the outside with petroleum
jelly, then placed the short neck in my ass and pushed hard.
After the stretching, the bottle went in easily, but not without
making my eyes cross.
I looked past her kneeling form and watched my ass
gurgle down the coffee colored liquid (it was, in fact, coffee).
She told them to clean me out twice a day and give me one bottle
after each cleaning. After the bottle drained, she said, "Leave
her in this position for one hour with the bottle inside. After
that, you may return her to any position. You may want to leave
the bottle inside to keep her from leaking. The only negative
side effect is that she may never be able to use her bowels again
in a normal way. On the other hand, she'll have a handy place to
store things."
This brought howls of laughter. This news also had my
imagination stirred. I was never all that fond of the normal
way. I wondered if wine or beer could be absorbed through the
colon. An hour later, as I wanted to ricochet off the walls with
hyperactive frustration, I got my answer.
The next outrage was the catheter. For this I was lowered
prematurely. She showed them how to drain my bladder by slowly
inserting a thin plastic tube through my piss hole, clear to my
bladder. They each practiced several times. She explained that
in a hospital, they would normally leave a catheter in place
draining into a bag suspended from the bed frame. She said, "You
might want to drain her bladder as needed if you want to play with
her pussy without the tube in the way."
She then removed the catheter and used the vaginal speculum to
open my pussy so wide that I swear Arthur could have stuck his
head in and wiggled his ears. My grunts and groans didn't seem
to bother anyone, and Jason urged her to open it more and more.
She made them scrub up using a basin on my bedstand. Afterwards,
they were invited to reach in and feel around. Their little
hands roughly explored my vaginal cavity and they thumped my
cervix and squeezed my womb. To my absolute horror, she said,
"You'll find that the vagina is an incredibly elastic and
resilient organ. It can adjust to incredible extremes over time
and if done with care you could turn her into a champion fist
fucker. If you do that, though, she'll never get pleasure from
an ordinary penis. She'll become dependent on you guys to get
her off. She's your mom, you do with her what you want. Three
firm rules, though, never blow air or water in there under
pressure, no sharp objects, and no chemical substances. Other
than that, experiment and have fun. Oh, and be sure to wash
thoroughly anything you place inside her. There's plenty of
surgical soap, use it liberally or you'll give her pussy an
infection."
My mind was numb after hearing this, but my ordeal was not
over yet. I listened closely as she said, "Now, for her diet.
She's to be fed only baby food. If you mix in some semen, she'll
get all the nutrients she requires. h in proteins. She's to get
no liquids. Her only source of liquid must be urine, pee. Urine
from a healthy bladder is sterile. They used to use it to clean
battlefield wounds. I'm sure you guys can figure out where she can
get plenty of nice sterile urine, can't you?"
Greg said in astonishment, "You mean she has to drink piss?"
"That's right."
"Our piss?"
"That would be the logical source, and you do have that
handy straw between your legs."
Jason said, "Far fucking out. You mean Mom has to let us
piss in her mouth."
"Unless she wants to go thirsty. I'm serious, any other
liquid might react with the medication. She might die from a
simple glass of water. She might hold off for a day or two, but
after the first time, she'll love nursing piss from your peckers.
Look, would you like me to break her in for you? I could use a
good piss."
She was still straddling my head, laying supine over my
body. The boys eagerly accepted her offer and gathered at my
head. She moved her cunt over my head and reached back to spread
her lips, exposing her piss hole. She took my clit in her nails
and said, "You heard me, Ann. I said, I have to piss. If you
don't glue your mouth to my cunt right now, I'm going to piss all
over you, and you can just soak in piss until they clean you up."
I raised up and sealed my mouth over her hole. Immediately,
a warm flow filled my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could.
Her piss wasn't bad; I was surprised. Knowing that piss was
sterile made it easier. I don't know why I believed her story, but
she acted like she knew about these things. I learned more about
the female anatomy in the two hours she spent training my boys then
I'd learned in thirty-five years owning a vagina.
When she finished pissing, I licked her slit for good
measure. She climbed off and stood looking over me. She said,
"I'll leave you guys alone now. You boys take good care of her
and try not to get too carried away. Take everything gradually,
build up slowly, and there should be no problem. If you boys are
smart, you'd take advantage of this treatment time to train and
condition her. If you concentrate on bringing her pleasure and
making this the most memorable experience of her life, she will
probably continue serving you long after her casts come off. She
can easily get addicted to pleasure only you guys can provide.
On the other hand, if you just want to torment her and use her
selfishly, you can do that too. Of course, after she gets up and
about, she'll probably grab the first train out of town, and you
guys will be on your own. It's all up to you; she's completely at
your mercy. So far, the only one she can be mad at is me, and I
think she likes me. Don't you guys think so?"
They agreed. She was stroking my forehead. She looked into
my eyes, and I smiled. She brought her face close and I lifted to
kiss her lovingly. She let me demonstrate my true affection in a
long kiss that she passively accepted. As she drew away, I
followed to the limits of my bonds. I said, "Will you visit from
time to time?"
"Will you beg to lick my pussy and drink my piss?"
"Yes, I swear."
"See how this works, boys. I now have a personal cunt
lapper and porta-pottie. You can, too. Wouldn't it be nice to
come home from a date with Sally Tighttwat with a bad case of blue
balls. You could bend Mommy over a chair or table and throw her a
fuck. Or if you're watching a good movie and you have to piss.
Wouldn't it be convenient to simply say, 'Hey, Mom, I gotta pee.'
And she comes right over and drains your bladder, then stays to
suck you off."
They all nodded in agreement. She said, "Well, you can
start training her right now."
She dressed and left with a smile and a blown kiss. Jason
untied the knot in my hair. Greg asked if my position was okay.
Arthur got between my legs and softly washed my ass and vagina.
I breathed deeply, let out a long sigh, and stared at the
ceiling, trying to absorb all that had happened along with a quart
of black coffee.

Part Three of Three

In the days that followed, I discovered three hidden cameras
aimed at the bed. The boys went out of their way to be nice and
considerate. They made every effort to insure my comfort.
They brought me piss in an opaque mug, pinching my nose so that I
wouldn't smell what I drank. I could occasionally taste their
semen in my baby food, but they went out of their way to hide the
food preparation. My pussy and ass got a great deal of
attention, but they avoided the appearance of messing around. It
was clear that they thought this was the way to win my
after-treatment favors. I found this all rather amusing;
however, it wasn't working.
I appreciated the care, but I knew I'd be the same mother on
the last day and they'd feel cheated. They hadn't learned from
watching a master at work. The nurse showed them how to change
me and gave them the tools and the technique. They were going
about it all wrong.
I had plenty of time to analyze Wendy's technique. It
occurred to me that a woman - at least this woman - is
like cold steel. To change it permanently, you have to heat it
to near melting and force the change in shape by beating if
necessary, then let it cool slowly. In a sense, that's what she
did to me. The boys could, indeed, make me their willing sex
slave, but not without force, carefully applied. In a way, I
hoped they'd wise up. After five days, I was ready to drop
hints. The twice-daily coffee enemas kept me wired. I grew
hornier with each day. They didn't even pick up on that. I
finally told them that if I had to drink urine, I'd rather use
their natural straws. Those idiots didn't even take the hint
when I kept sucking on a drained cock that grew stiff in my
mouth. They pulled out and apologized for getting erect.
Wendy, the nurse, paid me a visit on the sixth day. She
visited me alone and we made love. Afterwards, she stood by the
bed stroking my face and said, "You know what this is all about,
don't you?"
"Yes, I knew from the first night. I spotted the cameras,
also. Tell Walter I'm not upset; I understand."
"He'll appreciate that. He has been a bit concerned. He's
really a great guy, Ann. He will marry you after this is over if
you still want him."
"I think I might. I'm surprised he hasn't come in here."
"He won't, not until the month is up. The boys haven't
discovered your secrets have they?"
"You mean, am I responding to their conditioning? No!"
"I wish I could help, but my part is over. Walter wants
this to evolve naturally or not at all. He feels certain that
they'll figure it out, or you will take the initiative. I
wonder. I noticed that you've dropped some not-too-subtle
hints."
"I suppose he has everything on tape."
"Yes, from every angle. There's more than three cameras,
Ann. You're already quite a celebrity. Twenty people were
gathered at Dr. Greendale's last night. He is a real doctor, by
the way."
"Are you a real nurse?"
"No, and I'll forgive that sexist remark. I'm an
obstetrician, thank you very much."
"Sorry, I should have guessed."
"That's all right. I hardly believe it myself. Actually,
I'm a first year resident. Look, I have to go. I'll just say
one more thing. Walter wants this to work very badly. If you
plan to marry him, think about giving him the wife he wants."
"You mean a wife that is a sex slave to her children."
"Yes, but not just to her children, to anyone Walter likes."
"That doesn't surprise me too much. I'll think about it."
She walked to the door and paused to blow me a kiss, saying,
"You do that, lover. Take your medicine and get well."
I thought long and hard about what she said and had mixed
feelings. My horniness grew over the next two days. Jason sat
with me after giving me a thorough sponge bath. After a long
silence, he said, "This isn't working, is it?"
I said, "No. I appreciate how hard you
guys are trying, and I don't blame you one bit for what you're
trying to do."
"How come it ain't working?"
"I'm sure not going to tell you. That's like asking the
condemned man to hang himself."
"Okay, but just tell me this. Is there a way?"
"Yes."
"No shit! You mean if we do it right, you'd be like a sex
slave for us?"
"If you did everything just right; yes, I can see that
happening."
I felt as though I'd said too much already. I could see the
wheels turning as he paced back and forth. He said, "Greg said
you sucked his cock after he gave you a drink. Is that true?"
"I was extra thirsty. I thought he was holding back."
"Bullshit! You're lying. You like sucking our dicks, don't
you?"
"It's better than drinking from the mug, yes."
"You know what I think? I think you want to be our sex
slave."
"Wishful thinking, Jason."
"Look, if there's a way, you better tell me. I can't take
much more of this. If it doesn't look like we'll win, I'm just
going to take what I want while I can and let the chips fall
where they may."
"That's always been your option, but if you rape me or hurt
me I'll never forgive you."
"Being nice doesn't help, maybe being mean will. Is that
what you want, someone to knock you around and take charge?"
"That is not what I want, Jason. I'm warning you. I'll be
cured and out of here in three weeks. You mess with me and I'll
toss your young ass out into the street. You can go live with
your father, if you can find him."
This stern warning cooled his heels. He turned his back on
me with folded arms and locked jaws. I let him stew for a
moment, then said, "Jason, I'm getting a little thirsty."
He turned slowly with a curious smile forming. He studied
my expression for a few moments, then said, "I'm not sure I need
to go. Greg and Arthur are out playing somewhere. Do you want me
to pull out my dick and let you suck on it?" With a leering
grin, he said, "If you suck real hard, maybe you can nurse a
trickle out of it."
I forced back a smile, trying to remain serious. I said,
"If you think it might help."
Jason opened his pants and stood on the footstool for that
purpose. He shoved his cock out, and I leaned toward it. I
captured the flaccid but swelling cock in my mouth and began
nursing like a baby sucking a nipple. I could tell he was
holding back. When they try to piss, I can feel the muscles
relax. His cock grew steadily larger until I was sucking on a
fully erect organ. I continued sucking while he gazed down from
his superior position, hands on hips, smiling. He said, "I can't
pee with a fuckin' hardon, Mom. If you want my piss that bad,
you have to make it soft. You know how, don't you?"
I held his dick in my mouth and looked up. His big grin was
precious. I nodded and began a sucking pumping bob. He
encouraged, "That's it Mother, suck my pecker! I'm going to cum
in your mouth."
I sucked with greater urgency as his vile invectives
increased. The more names he called me, the harder I sucked. My
lips were bouncing off his pubic hair as he called me a
cock-sucking, piss-drinking whore. When his cock began spewing
forth his rich cream, I began nursing once again. When the last
dribble oozed out, I let up on the lip pressure and let him
shrink. He relaxed and gave a short squirt of piss. I sucked
it down, then waited for more. He gave me another long squirt,
filling my mouth. Though I wasn't at all thirsty, I acted like
he was giving me life-sustaining nourishment. He dragged the
scene out for several long minutes, then told me he was empty. I
gave his cock a long reluctant parting suck, then pulled free and
said, "Thank you, dear. I guess I was thirstier than I thought."
He zipped up and stepped down, smiling at me all the while.
He wandered about the room for a while, thinking. He came over
and said, "You like sucking our cocks, don't you?"
"Most normal females like performing fellatio, yes."
"Yeah, but you really like it because we're your sons, huh?"
"Jason, in my current situation, a cock is a cock. It's
been over a week since I've had an orgasm. I am getting a little
sexually frustrated."
"I can just imagine you are. A whore like you needs fucking
every day, twice a day, three times, maybe ten, huh?"

"Come on, Jason, you don't need to rub it in." Jason
grabbed the controller, and I began rising free of the bed. "What
are you doing? Put me down."
He stopped only when the framework was at its maximum and my
back was eighteen inches clear of the bed. He placed the basin
beneath me, took the water wand in hand, climbed up, and knelt
between my legs. He grasped the bottle locked in my anus then
twisted and pulled. It came out and a couple of cups of
unabsorbed coffee poured out and into the basin. I could feel
cool air enter my colon. My sphincter no longer contracted, and I
knew he could see far into my empty colon. He adjusted
the wand to pulse and shot directly into my bowels. It was a
deliciously wicked sensation, and I moaned. The pulsing jets ran
up my slit and danced over my throbbing clit. My loins squirmed
in lewd acceptance. He taunted, "Feels nice, huh?"
"Yes, keep doing that, sweetheart. Oh yes, on my clit,
honey."
He would not hold the pulse on my clit but used it in a
teasing manner, bringing me to the brink, then backing off. He
repeated this over and over until I was a mass of squirming,
begging excited tissue. I pleaded for release, but he ignored my
pathetic pleas. After ten minutes or so, he set the wand down
and leaned up over my lower abdomen, resting his forearms on my
mound. He smiled a victor's smile and said, "You scratch my back,
and I'll scratch yours."
I raised a passion-racked head up and looked into his
mischievous eyes. I said, "I already scratched your back, or did
you forget already?"
"You did that for you. You tell me how to make you our sex
slave, and I'll get you off."
"Jason, I can't. Please!"
"All right. Just give me a hint."
My head lolled back. I thought hard. I needed to cum so
badly. I lifted my head and said, "Okay, you win. I'll give you
a hint. You know from hearing my sexual history that I've never
done anything with another woman. Wendy changed me. She turned
me bisexual. She knew how."
I could see him pondering this admission with a wry smile.
He said, "So you're a real cunt-lapper now, huh?"
"Yes, couldn't you tell."
"Yes, but I like hearing you admit it. Hey, I could get
Sherry up here for you. Would you like to lick my girlfriend's
cunt? She'd let you."
"Please, don't bring anyone in here, especially not Sherry."
"Why, don't you think she's cute. She thinks you're cute.
She's always telling me what a sexy mom I have."
"Jason, I'm serious. Don't you dare bring her in here.
This will freak her out."
"You don't know Sherry very well."
He picked up the water wand, set the pulse, and peppered my
pussy, taunting me about eating Sherry's pussy. He soon had me
writhing and moaning. In less than a minute, I came gloriously.
He set the wand down and climbed off the bed. My head hung
from my shoulders as I slowly returned to the mattress. When the
weight of my body came fully to rest on the mattress, he began
drawing the ropes free of the rings. He rolled me to my right
side then pulled and tugged at my casts until I was in an all
fours posture in the middle of the bed. This was the first time
in over a week that I'd been free of the ropes and facing the
mattress. Being face down was an odd sensation. I looked over my
shoulder as he adjusted my leg casts out to their fullest, placing
my knees near the edges of the bed. I said, "What are you up to?"
"I'm going to get me some pussy before it's too late. I've
always wanted to fuck you, Mother."
"What do you mean, before its too late."
"I think I know how Wendy did it. You are as good as a
slave right now, bitch. Before this treatment is over, your
pussy won't be good for fucking by anything smaller than a
fuckin' horse. I figure I better get some now, or forget it."
Before I had time to reply, I felt Jason's six-inch rod
poking my opening. He slid in easily and gripped me by the hips,
saying, "Aaah, Yes, sweet Momma's pussy at last. This may not be
doing much for you, but I'm digging it."
He was wrong; I loved it. Of course, I probably would have
loved any cock at that point, but there was something special
about having a cock I gave birth to returning home. I took the
fucking in silence, and moaned into the mattress as he pumped his
seed into me.
When he pulled out, he gave my ass a sound slap and climbed
down from the bed. He took my ropes and tied them to eyebolts in
the wall, spread-eagleing me on my stomach. This was also new to
me. I watched him scrubbing his right arm clear to his arm pit
and my anxiety rose. I said, "Don't even think about putting
that in my vagina, Jason." He just looked over and smiled.
It wasn't my pussy he was interested in. He came up along
my left side and leaned over my ass. Without having rinsed the
soap off, he shoved his hand right up my backside. I groaned,
though his hand was actually smaller than the bottle. He had no
trouble getting in and was easily in up to his elbow before I
knew what hit me. I could feel his hand way up inside me, and it
felt strangely marvelous. I said nothing, only groaned, as he
eased in more, feeling his way along my colon walls. It felt
like a python had crawled up my ass. He was in to his triceps
and still going. I could feel him moving my guts about. I felt
pressure on my stomach and my breathing was difficult as his hand
interfered with the free movement of my diaphragm. I took
shallow, panting breaths as he went in further. I felt his
shoulder touch my ass cheek and cried, "Oh Jesus! Is your arm
all the way inside me?"
"Fuckin 'A' it is, right up to the pits. Sherry's going to
really get off on this. Shit, I can feel your heart beating."
"Honey, please! Bend your elbow. You're interfering with
my diaphragm; I can't breathe."
"Sorry, is this better?"
"Yes, much better."
"Man, I'll bet Sherry can get most of her leg up your ass,
as tiny as she is. Would you like that, Mother? Would you like
Sherry's sexy leg up your ass?"
God, that image had me thinking and dreaming. Sherry isn't
quite fourteen, but doesn't look over twelve. She has a fully
developed body that she loves to flaunt. Half the time the
little tart doesn't even wear panties. I can't tell you how many
times I've caught her shooting bare beavers. She doesn't even
bother to stop when I enter the room. If that weren't enough,
Jason adds to the spectacle by fingering her for my benefit. I
always found those scenes wildly erotic and never interfered.
He's been fucking her for six months. I've been treated to that
scene often enough also. So when Jason made the lewd suggestion,
I said, "What does it matter what I like?"
"That's right. It doesn't. I'll use you any way I like,
and you know it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You already know you're going to lose, don't you?"
I took a deep breath as his hand drew out several inches. I
said, "Yes!" He shoved it back in fully and I gasped.
"You're going to let Sherry squat over your mouth and piss,
aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"You'll let her piss into your open mouth, then follow that
stream to the source and suck the rest right out of her piss
hole, huh?"
"Yes, Oh God, yes!"
Jason drew his arm from my ass and wiped it clean with a
hand towel. He came up along my left side and smiled, saying,
"You are an incredible slut, Mother."
All I could do was stare blankly into his face. He touched
my nose and said, "You better do a good job on Sherry. I'm
bringing her by tonight."
I just stared dumbly as his fingers traced my lips. He left
the room shortly after that and left me to ponder my new
situation. I drew in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I
was fucked, and knew it.
Prior to leaving, Jason returned me to my usual position: on
my back with the ropes running through the eyebolts in the ends
of my casts. Since the ropes ran through rings on the frame's
rim, my arms and legs were out wide - my dead cockroach pose.
I had several hours to myself. I thought about the
predicament I was in. I saw no way out, at least not while the
treatment was going on, and the treatment was due to last three
more weeks. Three weeks of drinking piss and eating sperm-laden
baby food while totally helpless. On top of that, my casts made me
itch terribly.
I thought about my ass and bowels. After three weeks of
constant high colonic enemas, keeping those bottles in my ass,
and taking arms and legs up my rear, I doubted that I'd ever
function normally again. I doubted that my sphincter could ever
retract. I wondered what it would be like to have a wide open
ass all the time. I'd needed a stopper of some sort, a
big one. And my vagina, what would it look like after constant
fist fucking. Would my sex lips droop to my knees? Would I ever
get pleasure from a simple cock again? Were they trying to turn
me into some kind of circus sex freak? Were me and my sons being
conditioned to provide amusement to Walter Quintana and his
bizarre friends? The possibilities were both frightening and
exciting.
I fantasized about life married to Walter and as a sex slave
to my three horny kids. I new he'd love seeing me at their
sexual beck and call. Would they tire of the novelty of fist
fucking my cunt, or arm fucking my ass? I knew they'd never tire
of blow jobs or using me as a urinal. Drinking piss, living off
it, in fact, now that was a novel idea. I must admit that piss is
not bad once you get used to it. Drinking it warm, right from
the body is much better than cold from a mug. If urine truly was
as healthy as they said, I could adjust. I knew Walter would find
endless hours of amusement watching me drink from my sons' cocks.
What would dinners be like? And then, there was Sherry -
cute, adorable, provocative Sherry. Visions of her youthful
pussy filled my imagination ever since Jason threatened to bring
her over. I knew the little minx would love seeing me trussed
naked and vulnerable like this. She would not hesitate to add to
my humiliation. She'd hop right up on the bed and squat on my
head, grinding her delicious little slimy twat all over my face.
Oh yes, and she would piss, piss in my mouth, on my face, on my
tits. She'd probably press her cunt against mine and piss in it.
And would she actually try to enter my ass with her leg, pointing
her little painted toes and shoving her foot inside me, twisting
and pushing until her knee went in past my hole. Yes, of course
she would. Jason would insist.
What was keeping them, I wondered. Someone should be with
me. It wasn't like them to all go off and leave me alone for so
long. It was time for another enema. I was due for a feeding.
I was getting thirsty. Besides, I needed to piss. I'd never
called out before. It was the only way. I yelled out, "Hey! Is
anybody out there? Hey! I have to pee, damnit!"
A few minutes later, Greg popped his head in the door and
said, "Can you just wait fifteen minutes? Me and Arthur are
watching Scoobie Doo."
"Where's Jason?"
"I don't know, probably over at Sherry's. He has a car now.
He's always at Sherry's."
"All right, but right after Scoobie Doo, I'm going to need
some attention."
Damn! I thought. I need professional help. My kids were
already getting bored with me and the game. Fifteen minutes
later, they proved me wrong. I got more attention than I wanted.
Jason had obviously had a chance to talk to them before leaving.
They walked in and stripped. While Greg deftly inserted the
catheter and drained my bladder, Arthur sat on my chest squirting
pee into my mouth. After pissing, he demanded a blow job. Greg
was next. Greg fucked me while I blew his brother. After they
came, they switched. After they'd cum twice, they both wanted to
arm fuck my ass, and did.
After playing with my body for an hour, they got serious and
administered my enema. My ass drank down the quart of coffee.
The thick bottle plugging my butt actually felt good. I liked
the position they put me in to receive the bottle. They pulled the
leg ropes until my feet touched the rail, lifting my ass high. I
rested on my shoulder blades with my ass sticking straight up.
With my chin tucked into my chest, I got a good look at the
insertion of the bottle. I watched my ass gulp the coffee and felt
the fluid pour down my colon walls. While this was going on, the
boys spoon fed me and played with my tits. The treatment must have
been working, because I was feeling much better. The baby food
even tasted better.
After my ass consumed the bottle's contents, I was lowered
to the bed. I slept after they left. I awoke when Jason entered
the room, leading a smiling Sherry. I couldn't help but blush as
she came to stand at the foot of the bed, staring up between my
parted legs at my naked pussy and at that bottle still imbedded
in my ass. Greg and Arthur followed them in. She said, "Man,
this is too much. I thought you were bull-shitting me, Jason.
Wow, this is great!"
Jason said, "This is nothing. Wait till you see her drink."
He obviously hadn't told her everything. I wondered if he told
her he had fucked me.
She leaned over the end of the bed and reached out for my
pussy. She cupped my sex then entered me with three fingers,
saying, "So, you finally got to fuck mommy's pussy. Did you feel
anything, Jason? Shit, this must be the biggest cunt in the
world. I'll bet I can get my whole hand up there. I can feel
the bottle through her twat. This is so weird."
Jason said to Greg and Arthur, "You guys fuck her yet?"
They both nodded. Jason turned to Sherry and said, "Go ahead.
Your hand will be a good one to start with. You better pull the
bottle out of her ass, though."
I groaned as Sherry yanked the bottle from my butt. I
groaned as she pursed her fingers together and pushed in hard at
my vaginal opening. Her hand went in gradually. I grit my teeth
and strained as the widest part went past my ring of muscle.
Once inside, she balled her fist. My cunt gripped her wrist as
Sherry exclaimed, "Un-fucking real. Look at this. I'll bet she
could fuck a horse." With that, Sherry began a fucking motion
that instantly felt marvelous until she started fucking hard,
actually punching my womb, jarring my whole body. Jason urged
her on above my protests. I reached a climax above my protests.
Sherry drew out and wiped her slimy hand on my inner thighs. I
could feel my cunt gaping open, allowing cool air deep inside.
Jason placed two folded towels under my head and shoulders,
then mounted the footstool, freeing his cock. He said, "Watch
this, Sherry."
Knowing what was coming, I turned my head and waited. Jason
aimed his limp cock at my face, grunted, then released a
stream of piss that splashed off my cheek. I turned toward the
stream and captured the stream in my wide open mouth. I
swallowed hard and fast while straining to close the gap. Jason
met me half way and my mouth engulfed his member. I nursed and
heard Sherry exclaim, "Holy shit!"
"This is the only fluid she's allowed to have, piss."
"No shit! That's all she drinks?"
"Yeah, anything else might react with the medicine. Piss is
sterile; did you know that?"
"Who cares. Hurry up, I want a turn."
Sherry was busy stripping out of her clothes. Greg and
Arthur followed suit. Jason finished and drew away, allowing
Sherry to mount the bed. She climbed up and sat on my chest,
grinning at me with her feet by my ears. She spread her cunt
lips and said, "Open wide Mrs. Miller."
Her flow started at once, drenching my face. I sputtered
and coughed trying to capture her amber stream. She laughed and
made the task difficult. I raised my head, trying to get my mouth
close to her piss hole. The little darling moved her cunt to my
mouth but cut her flow. I fastened my mouth to her piss hole and
sucked. Sherry giggled, then gave me a quick squirt. She got up
on her feet and squatted over my face, waving her pussy all around.
I followed, trying to maintain the exciting contact.
The boys peered in from every angle, taunting me. Sherry
smeared her cunt juices all over my face then settled to rocking
her slit over my mouth and nose. I kept my tongue fully
extended, plowing through her moist furrow. She teased, "There's
lots of Jason's sperm in there. You like it, don't you?"
Instead of answering, I stabbed my tongue up her hole and
rimmed her twat. She eased up and positioned her piss hole
directly over my out-reaching tongue. She let her piss dribble
onto my tongue tip and into my mouth.
After she finished amusing herself, Jason asked her if she'd
like to leg fuck my ass. She looked delighted and scurried down
to my ass. The boys washed her right leg, trimmed and buffed her
toe nails, then gathered for the show. Sherry pointed her
toes at my slightly elevated gaping asshole. I strained to
watch. Her foot entered me with surprising ease. She gently
took possession of my colon by slowly gaining entry. When her
calf passed my sphincter, I could feel intense pressure on my
diaphragm. I groaned and gasped for breath. I could feel her
wiggling her toes in my guts. Jason warned her of my breathing
problem. She arched her foot back and gave relief. This also
allowed her to get in past the knee.
While lying on her back with her leg up my ass, she beckoned
my son to mount her. Jason wasted no time and climbed over my
body. I watched him insert his cock in her delightful pussy,
then watched my son's balls bounce against her ass. I sucked on
his big toe while he screwed his little girlfriend.
Greg and Arthur were not idle. Greg came up and fed me his
cock while Arthur amused himself with my titties. We had a real
orgy of fuck lust going on until Sherry came and shoved her
buried foot hard against my diaphragm. She expelled the air from
my lungs in a whoosh. I gasped for air while she went through
her orgasmic convulsions. I was turning blue before she relaxed
and eased her leg out.
Sherry crawled up over me facing me pussy and bringing her
sperm drooling cunt to my face. I fastened my mouth to her hole
and sucked ravenously while she giggled, wiggled, and toyed with
my pussy. While in this position, she invited Greg and Arthur to
fuck her. I mouthed their genitals as they did.
After Arthur deposited his load in Sherry's cunt, Sherry got
up and sat on my upper chest, scooting her pussy up to my
slavishly sucking lips. She sat casually with her legs drawn up
and her elbows resting on her knees, watching me lick her cunt.
She said, "I'm moving in with you guys. Walter invited me, and
Mom said I could. Me and Jason are going to get married some
day. Jason said he's going to give you to me for a wedding
present. We're taking you on our honeymoon."
I looked up and smiled. I said, "I think that's wonderful,
Sherry."
Wendy came to visit me the next morning. She looked
pleased. She told me that if I continued to show improvement, I
might experience a miraculous recovery. She winked, blew a kiss,
and left.
I gave them their rapid recovery. I became a raging bed-
bound, son-loving, cunt sucking slut. I was insatiable. I made
vows and declarations of my sexual servitude. I even signed
contracts with a pen clamped in my teeth. I had a miraculous
recovery two weeks early.
I have been married to Walter for two years now. I am
everything he has always wanted in a wife. I am also everything
my sons always wanted in a mother. Sherry and Jason get married
next week. We're going to Cancun.

The End

[quote name='lordodie' date='04 August 2013 - 07:17 AM' timestamp='1375618645' post='858317']
Thanks for your feedback!

I've been contemplating introducing the fucking machines, and all the possibilities that come with them, for a while now. So far I've kept things old-fashioned. But with Amanda in the mix now, some might start showing up.

You'll be pleased to learn that enema machines are already in use in the next chapter. I may expand on their descriptions a bit though.

I do love the idea of an anal gym. It really wouldn't fit into the current story though; anal training is a private family matter and taboo for public conversation. It might work if incorporated into a clinic's waiting room. Also, I'm thinking of writing a spin off set in Europe where they're much more progressive about such things.
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Hey L.O.

I love ALL the ideas so far put forward by our esteemed fellow members. I particularly love the urethral and bladder expansion techniques, the high volume enemas, the twin anal training device, and the automated anal expansion machine, which would continuously and unfeelingly expand the subject girl's anal capacity, both in terms of width and depth. This last machine would give her pain, it's true, since she's being expanded so wide, but the machine is designed such that it will not tear her (a torn anus, after all, is no use to any one), and could be combined with the colonic device also mentioned (and possibly even the urethral and bladder expansion devices could be incorporated into the same machine).

I would also like to see some throat training incorporated. The girls' throats should be trained to take very large and long objects. Some ATM, of course, goes without saying here.

I also loved the idea of the "anal gym", but perhaps the best place for this is at the clinic, where, of course they would have access to all the machines previously mentioned (and many other devilish machines designed to open, measure and properly train a girl's anus, colon, urethra, bladder and throat to their ultimate capabilities.

By the way, you have single-handedly re-invigorated this forum, which was in danger of dying through lack of input. You, your wicked imagination, and your awesome ability to get those nasty thoughts down onto "paper" deserve thanks from everyone.

Best regards,

BlackrockBoss

Folks,

I didn't write this and never claimed to - it's been around the internet for many years. It's a favorite of mine and I thought that you'd like to read it, that's all.

Regards,

BlackrockBoss

[quote name='bodusha' date='17 December 2012 - 01:55 AM' timestamp='1355727325' post='698538']
You do have an impressive hard drive!
Jake is a master of encouragement.
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Why thank you, lil lady, I'm glad you liked part if its contents! There's more if you'd like more (and ask nicely).