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I’m halfway through my book when I hear her start squirming: the slack chain connected to her wrists clinks. I put the book down, adjust my cock in my pants, and get up to greet her.
Showtime.
“Hello, Barb,” I say, crouching down beside her head.
Barb jerks back with a squeal, then winces and rolls off the metal grate onto cold tiles. She stares up in confusion, still too lost to be as terrified as she should be.
She’s ball-gagged and cuffed at the wrists, her cuffs linked by a long slack chain to a pulley on the ceiling. Naked.
She finally notices and tries to cover herself, giving a first muffled scream. My cock jumps, and god, I laugh.
“Don’t recognize me?” I ask, standing up. “That’s fine. I don’t really care. Doesn’t make a difference to me if you know who’s raping you.”
Still covering her tits, Barb scrabbles farther away, dragging the chain. Grinning, I go to the winch at the other end of the chain and start cranking. Barb fights the pull until she’s dragged across the basement floor, back to the grate, and hauled all the way up onto her feet with her hands stretched up, tits bare and bouncing. Then she starts screaming for real.
She kicks at me as I step closer. I dodge with a laugh. I let her kick and struggle, the grate biting into her feet, until she’s sweaty and tired. Panting around the ball gag, Barb stands on the tiles at the very edge of the grate and stares at me with wild eyes.
She’s like a trapped animal, mute and helpless. I fucking love it.
I step in close before she can kick again and grab her by the hips, jamming my crotch against her. She sways and moans in fright. She tries to talk through the gag. I reach up and pop the ball out-- but just the ball, not the ring gag still jammed behind her teeth. Drool runs down her soft lips.
“Recognize me yet?” I ask.
Barb shakes her head. Her eyes are watering. She tries to talk again but only moves her tongue-- so I stick a finger in her mouth and stroke it, then drag more drool down her chin.
Her neck. Her tits. Her nipples. Her ass. I run my hands all over her, groping and pinching. She struggles, but she’s strung up tight and I’ve got her trapped. All it does is rub her tight little body against my jeans.
Fucking perfect, every vain slutty little inch of her. I’m going to fucking ruin her.
Barb sways when I let her go. Her head drops with relief.
“Oh, sweetie,” I say, walking around behind her. “I’m gonna enjoy wrecking you.”
She twists on the chain to watch me. At the wall, I unloop a hose and attach a special nozzle to the end of it: three inches long, skinny, silicone.
Barb screams and fights when I grab her again, but I’ve got her from behind and she can’t kick me. “It’ll hurt more if you fight,” I tell her, to which she thrashes harder.
I laugh. “Good. I want to hurt you.”
One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her, I reach the other arm around and jam the hose nozzle between her legs. Barb shrieks in pain. It takes a moment to find her cunt and force the nozzle inside. She screams like she’s being dry-fucked with a baseball bat, not something as small as my finger.
“Fuck you,” I whisper in her ear, as she thrashes. I manage to twist the base of the nozzle. How far? --one twist, two, three-- Barb screams louder, this time for good reason-- four, five. Six. That’s enough.
I let Barb go and she dances in pain, but the nozzle stays stuck in her cunt. When she steps on the hose and tries to pull it out, it makes her squeal in pain. I gather the hose’s slack before she can try again.
Inside the soft silicone nozzle cover is a metal mechanism: a pear of anguish, its petals spreading into a flower the size of my fist if I were to open it all the way. The nozzle bulges open at its very tip, not the base, spreading wide at the top of her vaginal canal and plugging it shut.
After all, I don’t want anything stretching out that tight little cunt before I get my cock in her.
“Eeese,” Barb moans through the ring gag. “Eese oh. Oh. Oh.”
“Yes, bitch. Yes.”
I turn the water on hot.
Hot water blasts into her plugged cunt. Barb shrieks and spasms, her feet jerking momentarily off the floor. More, more-- I want to fill up her whole fucking womb, right through her cervix. I let the water run until she’s so full the water is dribbling out her cunt despite the plug. Then I turn it off, go over, and disconnect the hose. The nozzle stays jammed inside.
Barb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her.
I snap on the next enema nozzle with a grin. This time I give the winch a good crank, hauling Barb up until she’s balanced on her tiptoes on the grate, no slack left in the chain for her to wiggle. When I grab her, chest to chest, she presses her legs together and curls her knees up, trying to hide-- but so what? She can’t hide her asshole.
I fondle her ass for a bit, making her squeal. Her hole is tight and tiny, clenching even harder as I rub it. “I really hope you’re a virgin. You were always a slut, but I can hope.”
I take a plastic syringe of lube from my pocket, squirt a little and smear it around her hole. Then I jam the tiny tip into her and push the plunger, flooding her asshole with lube. Barb moans. When I toss the empty syringe away, Barb strains to push it out, letting lube run down her thigh. I shove the bisacodyl suppositories in quick and force them deeper with a finger.
“Oh sweetie, no, you’re going to want that.”
Then the nozzle. Again, it’s not thick-- not yet. Once all three inches are buried in her slick little hole, I twist the base. Barb screams with increasing pain as the nozzle flares, this time at the bottom, spreading into a knot right inside her tiny little asshole. Three, four-- that’ll do. Don’t want to split her open just yet.
She’s already sobbing and shaking like she’s been fucked raw.
I turn the tap. Barb howls at the first gush of hot water into her rectum. She twists, writhes, toes dancing across the metal grate, but can't escape the water surging into her ass, searing-- not hot enough to really burn, but it must fucking feel like it. I want her to feel every inch of her guts on fire.
“EEEESE!” Barb shrieks. “EEEEESE!”
I pump her full. Hot water blasts in deeper and deeper, stretching, bloating, second after tortuous second. I keep an eye on the little meter on the tap: one litre. Two. Three. Her colon, her intestines, all pumped full and burning...
When I stop the tap and disconnect the nozzle, Barb keeps screaming. Her asshole spasms around the plug, but she’s too tight to leak. Her flat little belly is bloated out from all the water.
I could cum right now, just watching her scream and writhe in agony. But not yet.
Just to keep the plugs locked in good and deep, I retrieve the wooden horse from the edges of the room: an A-frame on wheels with a narrow top rail. I roll it between Barb’s kicking legs-- her eyes fly open in alarm-- lock the wheels, and start jacking up the frame’s legs. She wails yet again when it gets to the right height: the flat rail at the top pressed up hard between her legs, lifting her toes just off the grate. All her weight is holding the plugs wedged inside of her now.
All her weight is on her clit, too, but at least the rail is flat on top. For now. She can always rock backwards and sit harder on the plug in her ass.
There’s no third nozzle, just the end of the hose, kinked so it won’t spurt. Barb’s crying too hard to see me coming. I grab a fistful of her hair and push the hose right through the ring stretching her mouth open. She gags when the hose hits the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Barb, you’re sensitive. God. You never gave a good blow job, did you. I’m gonna-- fucking--” No, don’t tell her. I want her surprised every time.
With a shove, I force the end of the hose down her throat. Barb chokes around it, but I hold it down there and unkink the hose. Water blasts out again, right down her throat. This time there’s no screaming, just Barb’s eyes rolling, her throat convulsing around the hose and her feet kicking wildly in the air as I fill her stomach.
Her belly bloats out-- full, stretching. Painful.
Finally I pull the hose from her throat. Barb instantly vomits, water spewing out her open mouth. Again-- another frothy, choking gush down her tits, her swollen stomach. Then she’s gurgling, gasping through the ring gag. She hangs there from her wrists, pinned on the wooden horse, just struggling to breathe.
I turn off the hose, and there’s just the sound of her and me panting. My cock is hard as a rock. I run my hands over her body, wet and trembling. Barb’s eyes roll back when I touch her bloated stomach.
She’s moaning now, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, every breath agony. She squirms on the rail. Her feet kick.
I step back and leave her to suffer.
Rather than calming as the hot water cools, Barb gets louder. Her guts are cramping from the bisacodyl. She’s stuffed tight, end to end, every hole forced full. Her groaning uhhh, uhhh turns to low screaming. She thrashes suddenly, trying to buck off the rail. She’s sweating. Her legs shake violently.
She begs with her eyes as I watch from my chair. Tears pour down her face, drool from her open mouth.
I look her in the eye and squeeze my cock through my jeans. When her legs flutter with fresh agony, my cock jumps hard.
Half an hour later, I can’t take waiting any longer. She's struggled herself to exhaustion and can barely even kick any more; her movements are just involuntary spasms.
“Hey Barb,” I call. “Remember university?”
Her head is rolling, slack. She’s still moaning like a dumb animal, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, spasming from her swollen insides. But after a second of dumb silence, her head jerks. She looks up at me and she knows.
I grin. “Look different now, don’t I?”
I lower the horse’s legs and push it out from beneath Barb. She dangles from her wrists, legs shaking too hard to stand. When I pop the release on the nozzle in her cunt, water starts leaking even before I’ve unplugged her. The nozzle comes out with a gush down her thighs.
I touch the other plug and Barb jerks her ass back against me, begging. I laugh. Just to fuck with her, I run my fingers around her stretched little hole, feeling the plug, playing with it until Barb screams in desperation. It makes my cock throb.
I pop the release, jerk the plug and step back.
Water gushes down Barb’s legs, through the grate beneath her. She wails with every straining push, shitting the enema out, her asshole straining and squeezing in surges.
Sobbing with relief, she eventually goes slack. I step in and push her stomach in hard. Gurgling, Barb forces out another spurt of water, then another. Her asshole keeps spasming even though it’s empty.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I say, as I let her chain go slack. Barb crumples to the wet grate and lies there sobbing. “Look at that tight little ass. Look at you.”
She mewls when I briefly spray her clean with the hose, but doesn’t move. “Wrecked before I even start with you,” I say, walking back over with a toy in my hand. “What a little bitch.”
I kneel on the tiles and grab her hair, pull her head toward me. “One more hole,” I grin, wrapping the crook of my elbow around her throat.
Holding Barb in the headlock, I shove the double-ended jelly dildo through the ring gag. All it takes is one hard push on her throat to make her puke: "Huuuurghh!"
Barb's eyes bulge and watery vomit gushes out around the dildo. Frantic, she writhes in my grip but can’t break it. I tighten the headlock and thrust the dildo at her throat again. She convulses against me, inadvertently grinding on my erection as she vomits another gush, her tongue straining out through the O-ring. I can’t even get the dildo down her throat but she pukes so easy!
So I make her do it again-- "Hhurgh!"-- and again-- "Uuuuurghh! Gk, gkkk--"-- and again until her stomach surrenders the last dribble of puke.
But I love feeling Barb writhe and gag so much that I keep on ramming the dildo into her mouth hard and fast, battering her gag reflex. She heaves and hacks up rivers of thick, slimy drool. It sprays from her nose and splatters down her tits, makes her screaming bubble wetly through the choking flood. No matter how hard she struggles, she can't throw off my weight wrapped around her from behind, plunging her throat relentlessly.
"Guhhhh! Uhh! UHH-- hhurgh--"
I let her collapse to the floor. Exhausted, she lies there and bawls for air, drool and slime bubbling from her stretched open mouth.
I wanna put my cock in this bitch. Now.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I grin, crouching down to look in her eyes. “You think we’re all done? I only just got you ready to play.”