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THE SHARING (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY E. LENSHERR
"Its time to get up, sugar."
It was Saturday. Punishment day as she thought about it. Training day as
her Daddy (Steve) thought of it. She shrugged off the awakening and
noticed that already the tiny latex catsuit he had for her was laid out.
Complete with gloves and feet. She had come to love it. Three weeks
prior she had been introduced to it. Each of the 3 preceding Saturdays
it had been adorned with a crotch piece that had two distinct members.
One for her freshly opened pussy, and one for her still tightened anus.
Today was somewhat different. The crotch piece had the usual members,
bigger than last weeks. But there where tube hanging from each member.
They ended with a small bulb and valve. Jessica had no idea what new
torture that could be.
Jim began training his daughter at age 11. He had caught her surfing the
web for BDSM pics and movies. One day, he discovered that she was
logging into Insex.com. A hideously deviant S&M torture site.
"So this is what you do after school." He said after sneaking up behind
her. She was petrified with fear and shame.
"I just..."
"Don't even try to explain, Jess. I know that little girls like such
things." Unknown to her, it was his account she was using..
"I'm sorr-"
"Hush girl. You know, your mother was into that stuff too. Would you
like to see some of her toys?"
"I guess so." She shyly replied.
They walked into his bedroom and he pulled out a large, black chest.
Jessica's starred wide-eyed at all the equipment. There were gags of all
different shapes and sizes. Various leather and latex items including an
arm binder, cuffs, paddles, whips, and even a gas mask. She began to
tremble with excitement mixed with fear. She had seen these items used
before on the internet, but never seen anything like this up close. She
noticed another big box in the closet with her name on it. She had seen
it before, but never thought about what it was for.
"What's in that box?" she asked.
"Well, that one is special. Before your mother died, she had planned on
getting you started in bondage and discipline as soon as you were old
enough. The stuff she collected is locked up in there."
"Can I… see it?"
"I don't know sugar. She didn't want to start until you were old enough.
At least 12. But I guess if you already know about stuff like this, you
might as well begin your training."
That sat strange with Jessica. "Training?" she thought to herself.
He pulled the box from the closet and unlocked it. Jessica was amazed
yet again at what was in THIS box.
There was a very small full latex catsuit, extremely high heels that
would make the wearer have to stand on her toes. There was a full, mouth
covering, latex neck corset that would cover the wearers face right up
to her nose. It had a small hole, about a quarter of an inch, right
where the mouth would be. There was also a very small corset. By
comparison, it looked more like a posture collar and not a corset.
Obviously, these items were made for a very small frame.
That was three weeks ago. After wearing the small corset for a week, her
waist had been reduced permanently by 4 inches. It had gotten to the
point that it was nearly painful not to wear it at all. Her father began
to undo the laces.
"We need to take this off right now, sweetie. We'll put it back on once
you have your suit on."
"Yes, Master!" She said in an excited voice. Her training was going well.
After half an hour of stretching and pulling, the tiny latex suit
covered her body like a second skin
"Get in the position. We have to get you ready for today's lesson."
She got back on the bed and lay down on her stomach. She pulled her
knees up to her chest slowly due to the tightness of the suit. Grabbing
the 3-way zipper at her crotch, he exposed her tiny asshole.
"Warm, or cold? I'll let you decide today. Although, this will be the
only decision you get to make all day."
Knowing how hot it was going to get in the suit, she elected for cold.
He left to prepare and returned with a large enema bag and some
lubricant. She barely winced as the cold lube touched her anus. Soon
after, she felt the familiar nozzle slowly being inserted into her.
Click
She jumped at the intrusion. The water was nearly ice cold. She began to
shiver and her tiny rosebud began to sting slightly as it became
numbingly cold.
"Maybe that was a bad idea." She thought to herself, as the cramps began.
"Mmm…. Owww…" she uttered.
"Now, now baby, just a little more."
"But daddy… I mean Master, it hurts."
"You remember what happens to little girls who can't take it willingly
don't you?"
She knew all too well. It would mean having to suffer the enema while in
strict bondage. Maybe that's what she wanted as she started to lean up,
knowing it would enrage her father.
Click
"That's it! Don't move again!"
He grabbed the leather arm binder from the table and quickly strapped it
on her. A full face latex mask was pulled tightly over her head and
zipped up. He then grabbed the neck corset and began to lace it up. She
couldn't utter a sound now. Her face wrapped tightly in the latex
half-mask of the neck corset. Her breathing whistled through her nose.
He then took the D-ring at the end of the arm binder and pulled it
toward the head of the bed tying it off. This forced her shoulders down
and her ass up. A very painful position to receive such an enema. Also,
with the neck corset tied so tightly, she couldn't turn her head. This
pushed her face directly into the bed, making it very difficult to breath.
"Mmmfff"
"I told you." He scorned.
Click
The pain was now unbearable. She then heard the gurgling of the bag
becoming empty. She was in ecstasy. Her pussy juices were flowing and
her heart was racing. She loved this type of bondage. The restriction of
her breathing and the pain in her abdomen made the sensations all the
more exciting.
Daniel had tricked his little slave-daughter. This enema had a little
something extra. He had added a small amount of alcohol to the mix.
Knowing how quickly alcohol is absorbed through the colon, he knew she'd
be a little more ambitious during this session.
Jessica was feeling a little light headed. It was more than just the
excitement and lack of oxygen she thought. She was finally untied and
the nozzle was ever so slowly removed from her cold, numb asshole. Her
neck corset was untied and her mask was unzipped, once again allowing
her to see. She was allowed to go to the toilet and release. She barely
made it there, giggling slightly to herself and stumbling the whole way.
She was obviously drunk by this point.
She returned to her bedroom and stood before her father with her eyes
focused on the floor.
"I have a surprise for you today, my angel." He said while tying her
corset back on. She grunted with each tug of the laces. He made sure
that is was tighter than it was when she last wore it this morning.
"Up" he commanded as she sat on the bed. She instantly lay on her back
and raised her latex covered feet into the air. He carefully placed her
feet into the ankle high ballet boots and laced them up. She had become
quite accustom to them. She could even walk in them now without falling.
Today would be a little harder for her, considering her intoxicated state.
Just as he was tightening the last strap on her latex hand mittens there
was a knock at the door. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at her
father in fear. Fear of being caught.
"There's your supprise." He said
She was ordered to lay on the bed and wait for him to return. She took
this time to sneak a quick rub of her latex covered mound.
Just then her father returned with Daven. Daven was her father's old
high school buddy. He also had a daughter Jessica's age named Marla. She
had been friends with Marla up until the time that Daven moved away
after his wife left him. He was carrying a large suitcase and he laid it
on the bed next to Jessica.
Jessica watched in amazement as Daven opened the suitcase. It was Marla!
She was wearing a full latex catsuit like Jessica's. Complete with
ballet boots, hand mittens, a latex mask with a mouth and nose holes.
What was strange was the gasmask she was wearing; it had a tube
connected to it that was attached to a hole in the suitcase. Obviously,
this was how she could breathe in the case. Marla, like Jessica, was an
avid gymnast and able to contort her body. This was how she was able to
fit into the suitcase.
Daven removed her gasmask and helped her get out of the suitcase. She
moved very slowly and moaned often. It was apparent that she'd been in
there for the entire trip to Jessica's house.
Once she was able to stand, she stood before Daven with her head bowed.
She too, was trained well. Still blind, she didn't know where she was.
Daven unzipped her hood and removed it.
She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. She saw Jessica and
her eyes lit up with excitement. It was her old friend, and it looked
like they were going to have some fun!
"Go to her, Marla. Lay with her and you two can share all your stories
while your father and I get everything setup." Steve said.
Marla and Jessica, in their semi-bondaged state, shared stories of their
training progress. Marla was slightly more advanced than Jessica. Marla
had already been trained in anal and pussy expansion. She could now
insert her entire fist into her pussy and ass! Jessica looked around the
room to make sure no one was around.
"Could you show me?" Jessica asked.
"How, we are both incapable of using our fingers?" Marla replied.
Just then, Jessica leaned up and used her teeth to unzip Marla's crotch
zipper.
"You bad girl!" Marla said jokingly.
Marla then began to rub her latex covered fist over her extremely wet mound.
"Mmmmm." She moaned.
Jessica watched in amazement while Marla slowly inserted her mittened
fist into her hairless pussy all the way up to the buckle on the mitten.
She could also see the marks on Marla's cunt lips where clips had been
attached at some point. "I can't imagine that kind of pain" Jessica
thought to herself.
"What the fuck are you two doing!?" Daven shouted.
Marla quickly removed her fist from her cunt. It made a loud slurping
sound. She tried desperately to re-zip the crotch of her suit, but to no
avail. She slid off the bed to her knees, looked downward and said "I'm
sorry, Master."
"Sorry doesn't cut it little slave!" Daven yelled.
"What's going on?" Steve asked as he re-entered the room.
"Marla here was fisting herself for Jessica." Daven answered.
"Is that so… And just whose idea was that?" Steve asked the two.
Jessica assumed the same position Marla had, but in front of Steve.
"I'm sorry Master," Jessica whimpered, "Marla said she had been
stretched and I wanted to see it for myself."
"You'll get to personally see it for yourself soon enough!" Steve scolded.
But this was not her day to be stretched. That is for next week. This
week, since Daven and Marla were down, it was the weekend for "The Sharing."
"Let's get them ready, Daven," Said Steven.
"You take Jess, and I'll get Marla ready," Daven replied.
Jess was led up and taken to another room by her father. Still wearing
her catsuit, ballet boots, and mittens. He took out a latex mask that
had holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. He zipped it over her head.
"Daven!" Steven yelled into the next room. "Did you bring them?!"
"Yeah," Daven replied, "I've got them right here!"
Daven returned and handed Steven what looked to be a contact lens case.
"Cost a lot, but I've got a friend in the movie make-up business who
made them for us."
"Jess, I'm going to put some contact lenses in your eyes, ok?"
"Yes, Master." She replied. She already wore contacts so she didn't
figure that anything was wrong.
As he placed the contact in her right eye, she immediately new what was
happening. They weren't for correcting vision, they were for hindering
it. They were solid black. This would allow the sensation of being
blindfolded, but with the ability to see the fear in the victims (or
wearer's) eyes.
"This will taste a little like bananas, but it will prevent you from
gagging," he said as he sprayed some anesthesia on the back of her
throat. He then feed a latex hose down her throat and into her stomach.
"Just relax" he soothed her. This did not prevent her fear. This was one
of her most extreme situations yet.
He then placed a gasmask over her head. This mask was slightly different
from her normal mask. The entire face was clear acrylic plastic and
there was a screw type hose attachment at the bottom, just below and to
the right of her mouth. There was also a small hole for the stomach tube
to be fed through.
She then felt the 3-way crotch zip open on her suit. It exposed her tiny
rosebud anus to the cold air. She felt a slight pressure and then
release. A tube had been passed into her asshole that had a small air
bulb on either end. She felt the bulb expand in her rectum and then a
similar bulb expand just outside her asshole.
"Mmmmfffgg, " she murmured.
The zipper was opened further to expose her pre-pubescent cunt.
"This may feel a little strange," he said.
She then felt a slight stinging in her pee-hole. A catheter was being
put in place. The tiny air bulb expanded in her bladder. No urine was
released since the catheter had a valve on the other end which was
closed. She didn't utter a sound.
She was then led over to a new contraption. It was 2 steel bars that
came up from the floor about 5 feet. There were eye holes every 6
inches, these where for attaching D-rings or rope. They were 3 feet
apart from each other. She was led to one of the post. Steve then put
the arm binder on her. Her little elbows touched easily. She was very
accustom to the binder. The D-ring on the end of the binder was attached
to one of the eye holes on the pole. Her legs were then bound to the
pole using leather belt straps. Now there she was, with an enema tube,
catheter, stomach tube, ballet boots, gasmask, and an arm binder
strapped to a post from the floor.
Marla was led into the room. She was setup the same way as Jessica. She
was also bound to the opposite pole in the room. They both felt the
stomach tubes being pulled up and attached to something. They also felt
the gasmask, enema, and catheter tubes being connected to something, but
what?
"Now listen girls. You are now connected to each other. You will be fed
a large amount of water. When you pee, it will be fed into the other
girls asshole, like an enema. But here the kicker: You will also be
sharing each other's breath. Every 1 minute, the fresh are valve will
close on your mask and you two will have to cooperate to be able to
breath. You will both have to breath each other's air for 2 minutes. By
that time, I'm sure you'll need a fresh breath of oxygen. Are you girls
ready to share everything?" Daven said.
"Mmm…"
"Mmmhumm"
"Good."
Just then the catheter valves were opened. Jessica had to pee really
badly and she felt her bladder emptying. But what was this, she
panicked. SHE COULDN'T BREATH! She felt the air being forced into her
lungs just as Marla moaned loudly. After a few seconds of panicked
gasping for air, the girls realized how to breathe normally. Their
little breast-less chests where moving up and down in opposite rhythms.
Jessica noticed that the air was getting thin. The air she was breathing
was hot and damp. Marla was the first to panic. She was the one who was
breathing for both and she started breathing faster and faster, until it
became violent gasp for fresh air. Suddenly, there was an audible click
and cold, fresh air was entering their lungs. They both relaxed but all
too soon. Their stomach tubes jerked and they both felt the tubes grow
cold. Water was rapidly filling their stomachs. Marla was the next to
have to pee. Jessica felt the warm urine fill her rectum. It was a
strange sensation but not unlike a normal enema. She tensed her stomach
to send more urine to Marla. Then, they were breathing for each other
again. This was the most intimate experience Jessica had ever felt. To
be sharing the same air and bowels with another girl in her same
situation was extraordinary. They were both becoming severely aroused.
Both Steve and Daven marveled in their creation. They were both aroused
and loved the vision before them. Here were their daughters, bound and
intimately connected. The girls' eyes looked around in fear and
anticipation that made the situation all the more arousing for the men
knowing that the girls were essentially blind.
After an hour, all the water had been passed through the girls and into
the others colon. Their stomachs were distended with pressure and they
were both cramping pretty bad. Their moans were loud and their legs
where shaking from standing in ballet boots for so long.
"I think its time to have some fun, Steve." Daven said.
Daven picked up a vibrator while Steve removed the catheter tubes and
connected the enema tubes together.
"Now girls, we've connected your enema tubes together. Now if one of you
pushes, you'll be pushing your enema into the other."
Daven had an evil grin as he new that an orgasm would make the girls
involuntarily push the enemas out of their bodies. They started on Marla
first.
Marla gasped as she felt the vibrator hit her clit. As predicted, she
pushed the enema. This made Jessica moan with discomfort. This really
through off their collective breathing rhythm and they both where
fighting each other for air. Jessica felt extreme pressure in her colon.
She knew Marla was pushing and she couldn't do anything about it. The
warm urine from Marla's ass just kept coming. Jessica thought she would
explode. The pressure decreased as Marla came down from her orgasm. It
was at that time also that fresh air had been delivered to the girls.
Steve wanted Jessica's orgasm to be different. He played with her clit
and applied the vibrator. She pushed hard on her colon. This made Marla
groan with severe discomfort. But Steve also disconnected her breathing
tube from the apparatus and closed the valve completely. This made
Jessica really panic. She was a frenzy of sexual excitement and fear as
she started to black out. Her orgasm made her push as hard as she could
on her stomach. This made the enema tube pop out of Marla, since she was
already stretched and wasn't nearly as tight as Jessica still was.
Jessica awoke to find herself naked, except for her corset. Marla was
asleep next to her also wearing a similar corset. Jessica smiled as she
gazed at her friend. She laid back down and returned to sleep, snuggled
up to Marla.
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