Message-ID: <14783eli$9808281634@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14783.txt> From: sndr007@aol.com (SNDR007) Subject: ANNA, Part 9 Conclusion Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082705155400.BAA13502@ladder03.news.aol.com> Part 9, wherein Robert gets his due. As Anna ushered him down the hall, Robert had an uneasy feeling as to what the "price" would be, but he was unprepared for the sight that awaited him. The room was dark as they approached the doorway, and Robert could only see the outlines of the examination table in the hallway light as Anna pushed him through the door. It inspired a sense of dread in Robert as if it were an altar prepared for his sacrifice. Then Anna turned the lights on, and one look around the brilliant white room confirmed Robert's deepest fears and compounded his dread. Hanging from the IV stand near the table were the two enema bags, filled to the brim, with short hoses attached to a plastic "Y" fitting. A single coiled hose connected the fitting to a bardex nozzle laying on the familiar white enamel cart next to the exam table. Each bag had its own shut-off clamp, and the single hose had an adjustable metering valve about six inches away from the "Y" connector. Anna stood next to the IV stand and gestured with pride. "This is all for you," she said with a flourish. To Robert, she was the world's most beautiful naked spokesmodel, and he was both stimulated and thoroughly intimidated by her display. "Get up on the table, Robert," Anna ordered. "I'm going to show you what happens to disobedient men." Robert hung his head and walked toward the table as though he were going to the gallows. "Hurry up," Anna barked, and Robert climbed up onto the table, laid down on his back and put his feet in the stirrups. Instead of securing his feet as before, Anna strapped Robert's forearms down to the table, using some nylon webbing which was attached to the underside of the table top, hidden from his view. With his wrists connected to his belt and his forearms strapped down, Robert knew that he was going nowhere, and he started to panic. "Please, Anna...I'm new at this...I didn't know what I was doing...I'm sorry...I promise I won't do it again...ever..." Robert blubbered, but Anna was resolute. "I know you're sorry, and I know you won't ever do it again, and I'm going to show you why, right now," she scolded. "This is what I mean when I talk about punishment." Anna repositioned the stirrups so that they were a good four feet apart, then she picked up the bardex and held it even with the water level in the bags. She opened the valve on each bag in turn, and bled the air from the hose. "Wouldn't want that air to make you uncomfortable," she teased. Then Anna pressed the rubber tip against Robert's still-slippery anus and pushed it in easily. "That's really cold," Robert cried. "Of course it is," Anna replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "What do you expect from an ice-water enema?" Ice Water Enema??? The words resonated in Robert's head, and his panic was replaced by genuine fear. Two full bags...that had to be at least a gallon. The menacing bags looked bigger than ever, and now Robert noticed that they were sweating with condensation. Anna reached over and shook one bag gently, and he could hear the dull muffled clink of the ice cubes through the rubber. Then Anna gave the bardex pump a healthy squeeze, and Robert felt the bladder surge inside him. "We'll really have to pump you up now," Anna chided. "After all our activity, you're pretty loose." After three more squeezes, Robert cried out in pain. Anna tugged at the nozzle, but it wouldn't budge. Then she inflated the external bladder and sealed his ass for good. "Please, Anna, please don't do this...." Robert begged, but Anna wouldn't hear it. "I'm going to fill you nice and slowly," she said in her most comforting voice. "You need this, Robert," she continued. "You need it to understand that I am for real, and you need it to understand that you must obey me. I hope that we never have to do this again, and so will you, once we're done." Anna paused for several seconds to let her words sink in. Robert was obviously on the verge of panic, and Anna caressed his cheek to reassure him. "This is necessary, Robert. Take it like a man," she said softly. With that, Anna kissed Robert tenderly on the lips, opened the clamp on the first bag, and opened the metering valve about halfway. Within a minute, Robert felt his bowel start to spasm. For a brief instant, the cold water jetting against his prostate had been stimulating, but once he started to fill, the cramps were overpowering. Robert felt the cold sensation and the intense cramping spread from his pelvis to his left side, and he started to squirm and pull at the straps that held him tightly to the table. He tried to straighten his legs and push himself off of the table, but Anna's straps held him fast. There was no escape, there was no hope, and all that Robert could do was to shift his weight from side to side and groan as the relentless freezing flood filled his bowels and the fierce contractions wracked his body. "Breathe deeply, Robert. Slow, deep breaths will help you to relax." Anna's voice was soothing as she caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. She kissed Robert on the forehead, and he tried to focus on his breathing, as instructed. Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale... It didn't help much, except that it gave Robert something to think about beside the cold and the the cramps. Then he heard that sweet slurping sound that told him the first bag was empty. He looked over and saw it hanging from the IV stand, limp and flat except for the contours of a few ice cubes pressed through the thin rubber in shallow relief. "Please, Anna, no more," Robert begged. "Try not to think about it," Anna said in a soft, soothing voice. "Just think about the pleasure we had. Admit it, you've really enjoyed yourself tonight." "Yes, Anna. You showed me a whole new pleasure path, and it was beautiful," Robert agreed, sucking up to Anna and hoping for mercy. Anna shook her head. "Things would have been perfect if you had just listened to me." She reminded him with an edge in her voice. "When you're with me, your sole object is to obey me and give me pleasure. Don't you agree?" "Yes, Anna. I blew it. I'm sorry," Robert replied. He would have agreed to anything to relieve himself. "I know you are," Anna teased. "You got selfish. You weren't thinking about what I wanted, and this is the result. This will always be the result when you displease me. I want you to think about that." With over two quarts of ice water twisting his bowel into knots, Robert had a hard time thinking of anything except how much he wanted this scene to end. "Now think about the pleasure I gave you. Close your eyes and think about me fucking you," Anna suggested. She took Robert's soft, fleshy penis in her hand and started squeezing it rhythmically. "Think about my fingers up inside you, stroking the base of your cock from inside." Robert closed his eyes and Anna's provocative words took his mind away from his predicament for a little while. Her voice was low and soft and seductive, her inflections so knowing, so conspiratorial. She knew what he felt. As Robert's cock started to swell, Anna encircled the base with her left thumb and forefinger and squeezed tightly, lightly stroking his balls at the same time with her free fingers. As it filled and firmed, Anna lowered her head and slid Robert's cock past her lips, all the way to the back of her throat. Then she pulled back, and with her lips locked just behind his coronal ridge, gave Robert's cock-head a thorough tongue lashing. Robert was trapped between the pain in his belly and the pleasure at the end of his cock, and all he could do was groan and pull at the straps which bound him. Anna slowed her attack and used her lips and tongue to give Robert just enough stimulation to keep him on the edge of an orgasm for another five minutes. Every time he tried to thrust up into her mouth, she pulled away. Every time he relaxed, she swallowed him whole. In a short time, Robert was reduced to a moaning twitching wreck of a man. He was ready to come the whole time, but Anna never allowed it. "Doesn't that feel good?" Anna teased. "Wouldn't you like more?" "Oh yes...Please, please, please let me come," Robert begged. "Not yet, Robert. I want you to think about your situation for a while longer. I want you to fully understand the consequences of your actions ." Anna produced a tight elastic cock ring and fitted it snugly around the base of Robert's penis. Then she wrapped her lips around its head for one last slippery, silken caress. Anna licked the length of Robert's thick meaty shaft, then stood up and walked around the examination table. She leaned over and kissed Robert on the mouth, filling it with her tongue. Then she adjusted the metering valve and announced, "It's time for the rest of your enema. This one will take about an hour to empty." Then Anna opened the clamp on the second bag. In a few seconds, Robert felt a new plume of freezing cold water invading his rectum. The pressure quickly built to an unbearable level. In spite of Anna's admonitions, Robert cried for mercy. Anna put two fingers over his lips to quiet him, then she placed the heel of her hand on his left side, under the ribcage, and pushed firmly. Immediately, Robert felt a cold surge shoot across his abdomen as the ice-water flooded his transverse colon. This relieved the pressure somewhat, but then a new wave of peristalsis gripped him, and he struggled frantically against the straps that held him, once again pushing against the stirrups and twisting his body to pull free, once again with no success. Anna could see that the cock ring and the icy prostate massage were keeping Robert's cock as hard as ever, in spite of the pressure and the contractions in his bowel, and she smiled to herself at his dilemma. "If your cock is still hard when I come to get you, I'll let you fuck me with it. Think about that, too," she said with a seductive smile. "I'm going to bed." Anna walked across the room to the door, and Robert turned his head to watch her leave. He was still in awe of her beauty and grace. She was perfect. Anna turned off the light and shut the door behind her. As the bag slowly emptied into Robert's churning belly, he was filled with shame and regret. His body and mind were both in turmoil. Robert knew that he had been willful and forward, and that Anna had been both displeased and disappointed, and the more he thought about it, the sadder it made him. He knew that he deserved her cruelty, yet she had been so kind and tender as she inflicted this demanding punishment that he was perplexed. Robert could still feel Anna's lips on him, and his cock was so swollen that it almost glowed in the dark waiting for her next touch. How long would he wait? As the cold water flowed relentlessly through the nozzle wedged in his rectum, another wave of cramps hit him, almost lifting his feet out of the stirrups. Robert wept in the darkness and waited for Anna's return. AFTERWARD: Dear readers, you must sense by now that Anna and Robert were not done with each other after that first encounter. To the contrary, they are still friends and lovers, and their explorations since that night have cemented the bond between them. Those explorations would be intriguing subject matter for another story, but we must leave them for the time being. Recounting this story for you has given me great pleasure, and your comments and encouragement have made the effort worthwhile. Thank you all. 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