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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Saturday Night (FFFMMMf, ws, enema bdsm)[1/5]
Date: 18 Sep 1995 00:22:13 GMT
		    An Interesting Saturday Night
			       Part One
	My day began normally as a usual Saturday, but I knew that I
would be entertaining at least two other couples that evening. So I
went ahead and got the little tasks out of the way first, preparing
myself, and then took a couple hours off to relax. About two-thirty I
decided that it was nearly time as I started getting ready for that
night.
	The first thing that I knew I had to do was go into the
bathroom and started getting myself all cleaned out. I usually get
started the night before or no later than breakfast by not eating
anything past that point. Then I will take a light laxative in the
morning to help with what I have to do later on in the day. Everything
so far had worked as planned and I was feeling real empty by now, and
even a bit hungry. But I knew that if I ate anything I would pay for
it later, and I put the hunger out of my mind. Well, I filled my old
bag up to about a quart-and-a-half, and hung it on the side of the
shower. The white tube and tip hung to the floor, so I got myself over
all on my side. I reached around and got the tip in my hand and
slipped it inside me. All I needed to do was slide my hand up and
release the clamp now.
	Once I did that I just lay back and relaxed while I felt the
warm water going inside me. It really felt good to me as I am
accustomed to having enemas on a regular basis. I made the most of the
feeling. It doesn't take long for just a quart-and-a-half to run out,
and this time was no different. Well after it was empty I took the
tip out and laid it on a towel beside me. After that I just lay on my
back and let the water do its thing. The feeling of the water moving
around inside me and going from place to place is something you have
to feel to understand. As much as I enjoy it I have never been able to
explain just how it feels so others can understand.
	Well, time passed, and I knew that the water had done its
thing and I needed to get up and go sit on the john. I have learned
and taught myself to completely relax as that it makes expelling the
water much easier. It was no different this time because as I relaxed
more and more, it all came out. I noticed that it was not as clear as
I needed it to be so I knew that I would need at least one more. I
usually wait at least thirty minutes between enemas as that has proven
to be A better method for cleaning myself out. But when my husband Jay
does it for me he will give me one right after the other. I get clean
that way, but it's not as comfortable for me!
	About thirty minutes had passed and I went back and repeated
the process again. It was getting close to 4pm in the now and I had to
try and be finished by five o'clock if I could. The place that I was
going was just over 60 miles away and I had to be there no later than
7 pm. So, I had rushed this one some and checked to make sure that it
was either clear or almost clear. It was!! I didn't bother getting
dressed yet and just walked into the living room where my husband was
watching wrestling on TV. I told him that I had cleaned myself out as
best as I could and asked if he wanted to check. Hell, he told me to
go and get two Fleet enemas ready and bring them back. He have always
kept several of those on hand as they are good to have for a final
cleansing. I returned with them still in their green and white boxes
and handed them to my husband. He told me to get on my knees with my
head down to the floor in front of him. Just as I did I felt the first
tip go inside me and the liquid run in. Just a few seconds later I
felt the other tip inside me and the liquid from the other one was
inserted. He told me to flip over on my back and he started rubbing my
stomach. Damn, that always makes it harder to hold, but it does make
sure that there is nothing left in me. After I was really straining to
hold it he told me to go and expel it, but not to flush. I was glad to
obey him and at this point I headed for the toilet.
	I got in there just in time, and I mean without a second to
spare. So I just relaxed and it didn't take long for it to all come
out. This time it was only liquid and that does make expulsion much
faster. When I was finished I called my husband as I knew he wanted to
be sure that I was as clean as I could be at this point, and I might
add... I was. Well, after he was satisfied that the task was
completed he told me to take a quick shower and just slip on a dress
(no panties or bra, just a dress).
	I dried off and went to my room and picked out a loose fitting
dress and slipped it on. When I walked out into the living room where
my husband was still watching wrestling, he asked if I was ready and
I said, "Yes!" so he got up and told me to slip on a pair of flats and
we headed for the van. He had about an hour's drive to the house where I
naturally was expected. We talked on the way there and I asked what he
had planned. He said that he was just going to drop me off and pick me
up in the morning around eight or so. I asked why he wasn't staying
this time, and he told me that they wanted me alone. That is when I
asked what they had planned. He replied that he wasn't sure but that
it was going to last quite a while. I had been with one of these
couples before so I really wasn't too worried about being left alone.
I didn't know exactly how many others were going to be there, but
knowing would not have made any real difference, as a deal is a deal,
and I agreed to going.
	Even though is was right at an hour we sure seemed to get
there fast. He arrived about five minutes before seven, and that made
me right on time. They had a big house, set well back from the road.
As we drove up the driveway I saw the porch light come on. When we
stopped the van, the woman of the house was standing at the door
waiting for us. I got out and walked toward the door with my husband
behind me. As we got inside the entrance-way my husband told me to
strip down and take off my shoes. I slipped my dress off and handed it
to my husband and then he reached down and picked up my shoes.
	At that point the woman of the house moved to my rear, slipping
a leather belt around me with a big O-ring in the center. She went
behind me and buckled it tightly around my waist. She came back around
in front of me and told me to stick out my right arm. That's when she
fastened a handcuff to it, and pulled it down so she could slip the
other cuff through the O-ring. When she reached for my left arm and
pushed it down where she could fasten the other cuff on my wrist.
After that she walked into the next room and came back with a pair of
metal leg cuffs and short chain between them. She got down and
fastened them securely on my ankles. Once she had me well disabled
from any sudden moves she told my husband that if he wanted he could
leave and come back in the morning. So he reached for the door knob
and out he went. A few minutes later I was still standing in the
entrance-way and heard the van start and drive off. At this point I
was on my own, and I mean on my own.
	The woman told me to follow her, as we walked into the main
part of the house. As I entered the next room only her husband was
there sitting reading the paper. I asked if I was to be her slave for
the night, and she said that the rest of the guests would arriving
about seven-thirty. Then she told me that was to be my only question
and I was not to speak again, unless told explicitly to do so. So she
led me to a living room chair to sit and wait. Then she applied some
desensitizing ointment to my nipples and left the room for a few
minutes. Her husband never bothered to look up at me.
	My nipples had readily absorbed the anesthetic and I couldn't
feel my nubs when the Lady of the House returned back to the room.
"That will take some of the sting out when I put the clamps on," the
woman said. "It's only a topical anesthetic and lasts for only a short
while and you'll end up thanking me after I apply, tighten, and apply
some pressure."
	She reached down and began tying me up and binding me tightly
at my waist to the chair. My hands were still handcuffed to the belt
in the O-ring. Then she tied each of my legs to the bottom of the
chair. She bent over me and rubbed my breasts, saying "What a nice
pair of titties" I had. She took some soft nylon rope and started to
make a rope bra as she wrapped my breasts, encircling my globes so that
they projected outward. Then she took out a pair of nipple clamps. The
clamps were all lightweight steel with curved fitter cups which
slipped just under my nipples. As she tightened them firmly in place,
they burgeoned my nipples out. She screwed them down tightly so they
hung down holding my nipples in place.
	"Ohhh! that hurts Mistress," I said as my head went up against
the back of the chair. "Oh, now... now... only a few more minutes,"
the Mistress said.
	The pressure from the clamps oozed my taut nipples until they
were all shiny and erect. She bent her head over and ran her tongue
all over my nipples and my areoles which had turned a reddish-blue color.
Hell, I was even starting to get a bit horny now and I bent my head
down to watch her. She continued with licking and sucking my breasts,
with this enjoyment of hers, for about ten minutes or so. Again her
husband never looked up from his paper.
	"My Dear," she said, "I just love to lick and suck a hot bound
woman's breasts. It's so erotic and makes me totally horny! But I
don't want to leave any marks - so this session must be very short
lived," she added. And as she said that she began to hurry as she
began to undo everything.
	She removed the clamps and untied me. She stood me, helping
me out of the chair. Now she told me to move over into the center of
the room and stand there awaiting further orders until the others arrived.
I promptly did so, as I was in no position to make her upset with me. I
waited for their other guests to join us.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Saturday Night (FFFMMMm, ws, enema, bdsm)[2/5]
Date: 18 Sep 1995 00:23:24 GMT
		    An Interesting Saturday Night
			       Part Two
	It didn't take that long before it sounded like a car pulling
up outside. She heard it also and went to the door to meet her guests.
I heard them come in and they started talking. One of the women who
came asked if I was there yet, and the Mistress of the House said I
was. That same woman asked if I was ready for what they had planned,
and the Mistress of the House responded, "Why I'm not sure, but I
think we can check for ourselves to make sure." By now, they
congregated and walked into the large living room and I saw that there
were two other couples. That made six people in all and I knew then it
was not going to be one of my better nights.
	The two men went over and sat down and started talking with
the owner of the house. Now the three women were all around me looking
me over like they were going to touch me or something. One of the
women looked at the others.
	"Are we ready to start?" she asked.
	Both of them replied, "Yes! Get the Slut ready!"
	"Okay," she said, "Let's get her in the den and get busy, we
have three horny men to make happy!"
	As best as I could, I followed one of the women to the den
with the other two close behind me. When we entered the den they
closed the door behind them.
	By now I had a chance to look around the room to see what was
there. It looked pretty much like any other den, with a desk and a few
chairs along with a bar in one corner. The only thing out of place
was a narrow table in the middle of the room, but I knew that it was
just where they wanted it and that it was going to be well used...
that I was sure of. One of the women grabbed the O-Ring on my belt
and dragged me over toward the table.
	"Are you ready Slut?" she asked.
	"What do you mean?" I responded, unsure if I was supposed to
answer her question.
	"Did you get yourself cleaned out real good before you left
home?" she asked.
	"I had my last enema about two hours ago now," I replied.
	She looked over at the other two women and said, "Well,
ladies, you know what we have to do so let's get with it."
	I was standing next to the table when the Mistress of the
House came in front of me with the key to the handcuffs. She reached
down and took them off both of my wrists and then she unfastened the
belt around me and took it off. She told me to hop up on the table and
lie on my stomach. I did just as she said! She told me to slide down
to where my ass was just going off the bottom end. As I was doing what
she asked she helped adjust me just where she wanted me to be. I was
in position when I noticed a woman on each side of the table with a
leather wrist cuff each. They each took an arm and placed the heavy
leather cuff on my wrists. When they pulled my arms down and fastened
them to something on or near the floor. As this was taking place the
third woman was placing a belt around me at my waist. She slipped it
into a buckle and drew it up very tight. There I was fastened to the
table face down from the waist up. And I mean fastened, as I tried to
raise up but could only move around about an inch or so.
	At this point I wasn't sure what they had planned, but what
did it matter as I was in no position to object. The Mistress of the
House walked over to a drawer and got out a ball-gag with a dildo on
the back of the ball. She set in placed around my head with a set of
straps on it. She tossed it to the woman nearest me and told her to
put it on me. She said with a sarcastic raspy tone in her voice, "We
don't want to disturb the men do we?" So she slipped the trainer gag
in my mouth as I opened up for her, and fastened the buckle behind my
head. She roughly slipped the phallus deep in my throat setting the
ball tightly against my teeth. Luckily, the ball gag had holes in it
for me to breathe.
	They all stood there for a few seconds, and "Mmmmed" as if
they were all admiring their handiwork. That's when the Mistress of
the House spoke up and said, "You know what we planned so, let's get
to it." She looked at one of the women and said, "You go out in the
garage and get that bag of items sitting near the door." Looking at
the other woman she said, "Let's get these other cuffs on her ankles
so we can get her legs spread wider apart." At that point I felt her
down at my ankles removing the set of metal cuffs and the chain. I
also felt a set of wide leather cuffs being strapped on each of my
ankles. By now the woman that had gone for the bag was back and it
had a lot of ropes and cable in it. There was also a medium-sized
cloth bag on the top of it, and I had no idea what it was. She
carried the bag over and sat it down on the floor next to my
outstretched legs.
	I could hear one of them going through the `toy' bag pulling
things out of it. I tried to look around, but due to the position I
was in that wasn't too easy. Nevertheless, this didn't matter either,
as I soon felt something being fastened to am O-Ring on each of my
ankle cuffs. Then each woman walked away from me toward the walls on
each side of the room. They placed whatever they had in their hands
onto hooks that were on each wall. The Mistress of the House was still
behind me, and asked if they were ready - they were.
	"Oh!" she said, "Let's get her cunt opened up... wide!" I
could feel my legs being drawn into the air and out to each side now.
Soon they were almost straight out to each side and fairly wide apart.
The woman behind me told the others to keep pulling my legs until she
said to stop which they did. Pretty soon my legs were pulled straight
out to each side and starting to hurt from the pressure. She reached
out and touched my hips and told them that was just fine.
	The two women came back behind me and started talking some
more. The Mistress of the House was doing most of the talking and
believe me I was really listening.
	"I'm going to give her a high colonic, and I'll use about a
gallon of water," she told the others.
	"How are you going to do that without making a mess to clean
up?" one of the other women asked. Just then I heard the zipper on
that `toy' bag being opened.
	Taking something out of the bag and showing it to all the
other women, she replied, "This will take care of that problem, with
this Slut!"
	"How are you going to get that into her?" one of the other
women asked.
	She responded sarcastically, "That's what the gag is for. I'm
going to push it into her, no matter what it takes! Besides, her bum
will open up and take it, even if it doesn't want to!"
	The other woman, who had not been saying much spoke up then,
"Oh! I'm glad it's her and not me! I would die if something that big
was shoved in my ass!"
	To say that I was getting concerned at that point would be an
understatement. but, I was ready, so I thought to myself, "I hope they
get this over with!"
	The Mistress of the House told the other two to pull the
petals of my rosebud open so she could start it in. I felt their
fingers poke inside me and pull me open more. That hurt some by
itself. Then I felt something being pushed and turned in an effort to
make it enter me. I could tell that it was big and she told them to
pull harder until it started in. It felt like they were tearing me
apart, but just then whatever it was started in. It was some relief
when they got their fingers out, but whatever she had in her hand
started up into me. I could feel it stretching me every inch of the
way! I tried to pull away from her, but she knew she had me where she
wanted me and that I was going to get this in me no matter what. She
kept pushing until I could not stand it any more and started to cry
out with the pain. With the gag in, all it amounted to was funny
sounds even as loud as I tried to make it. She kept pushing and
pushing for what seemed an eternity. When all of a sudden the air that
was inside me came out in a low burping sound. At that point she
pushed just one more time and stopped.
	"There," I heard her say, "She now has one-and-a-quarter
holes up her ass. Hey - one of you get the pail out from the garage
and the other get the wheel tray with the water bottle on it out of
the closet."
	In just a moment they were all behind me again. She took the
pail and placed it on the floor directly below me.
	"Plug this in," she said to one of the other women.
	"Plug what in?" I thought to myself!
	"Hand me that," she said, "We're ready to give her the
cleaning of her life now! Now, turn the Angstrom pump on!"
	And - I knew what she meant then, and it didn't take but a
second before I felt the tip of the colonic tube pass the other tube
that was keeping my rosebud held open.
	She slowly pushed it forward and then back, working it in a
little at a time until I could feel the colonic tube deeply inside me.
All this time the water kept running in and out of me with complete
ease. She kept moving the colonic tube in and out of my asshole until
all the water was gone.
	"Wow! that's what I call clean," she said, smiling.
	Walking over to the door, the Mistress of the House called for
her husband to come in. He entered asking what she wanted.
	"Honey, I want you to fasten this to that hook up there in the
ceiling, so we can raise this Slut up and let her drip-dry," she
replied.
	"My love - what ever you need!" he said, fastening it as she
had requested. "Is that all you needed?" he asked.
	"No wait a minute," she said, "I may need you to help get her
hung."
	The two other women released my arms from the lower part of
the table and fastened the cuffs together. They did their best to lift
me, but with my legs so wide apart I was hard to lift.
	"Well, get over here and help us!" she said to her husband.
	"Where do I lift from?" he asked.
	"I don't care if you grab her by the titties!" she snapped,
"Just help us get her up!" He pulled me by my breasts and my nipples
got hard. My nubs grew as he roughly manhandled my tits. "I think
this Slut is getting very hot," he said as he tongued my left nipple
causing me to moan. Then he started running his tongue all around and
over my breasts. "She's got nice areoles too," he said, as he squeezed
each one of my nips with his forefinger and thumb.
	"Her tits are truly gorgeous," the Master said.
	"All right Honey, enough is enough!" the Mistress said to him.
	Well they finally got me up high enough to fasten both my arms
to the cable that was now hanging from the ceiling. At that point she
told her husband to pull on it until I was lifted up to the ceiling,
and at the same time told the others to move the table out of the way.
"Oh!" being moved with the tube inside me was no joy, but I couldn't
say anything at all about it. He lifted me as high as she wanted and
fastened the end off so I was suspended there.
	"Okay, now, let's all go in the living room and have a few
drinks," she said, "It's time for our break!"
	"How about her?" one of the other women asked.
	"Oh don't worry about the Slut she doesn't need a drink,
besides she has to drip dry for a while yet," she replied.
	At that point they all went into the other room and they
closed the door behind them. There I was, all alone and scared to
death! I had no idea what was in store for me next!
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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Saturday Night (FFFMMMm, ws, enema, bdsm)[3/5]
Date: 18 Sep 1995 00:24:36 GMT
		    An Interesting Saturday Night
			      Part Three
	I guess I hung there for over half-an-hour and now that tube
they had left in me was still hurting like hell. It was getting to the
point that every breath I took made it hurt, so I was doing my best to
take short shallow breaths. I was just wishing that someone would come
in to check on me for any reason, just come in so I could see another
face.
	Finally, the door opened and everyone came in who was in the
house. The women came over to me and the men sat down in chairs around
the room. The Bitch whose home it was did the talking at this point,
and what she had to say I didn't like one bit. She began by saying how
she felt about her sweet husband and that she wanted to do everyhing
she could to show how much she loved him. She said she felt real horny
now and that the others felt as she did. She said that in order to
prove it they were going to put on a little show for them. She told
the others to just sit back and relax awhile while the the others
would demonstrate all their fantasies out on me. She wanted them to
fully savor every moment that was next on the agenda, and at the same
time see what their fantasies looked like being lived out.
	"Ready girls?" she asked, looking at the other women.
	They both nodded, and all three of them began stripping out of
their clothes. When they had removed their outer garments they were
all dressed in black lace bras and satin garter belts and hose. The
women walked back and forth amongst themselves and their own breasts
rubbed up against each others backs, causing each of their own nipples
to harden. One of the women reached up and squeezed her own tit and
she let out an "Oh!" I knew this woman was already aroused. They were
already wearing their black five-inch spiked heels, and they looked
like three She-Devils to me!
	"Oh - first off let's get that tube out of her and get her
down from there," she instructed.
	She walked up behind me and I could feel her grab the end of
the tube. I felt it turn and then she pulled with one firm solid jerk.
But it came and it felt like part of me did also! I tried hard to
scream, but it turned out to be just another muffled groan because of
the gag. She told the other two bitches to set my legs loose and one
of them to get the spreader bar that was leaning in the corner. When
my legs were loose she got the one with the spreader to help her
fasten it with straps up between my knees. It was about thirty inches
or so wide, and it was enough to keep my legs spread wide apart. At
that point, she untied the rope and lowered me to the floor. Hell, it
felt good to have both my feet touch the floor again! She didn't let
my arms completely hang down, just enough for me to be on the floor.
But after hanging there for that long I appreciated even that little
bit of rest for my weary body.
	Looking over at her husband, the Mistress of the House asked,
"Honey, would you like to see anything in particular?"
	"Yes," he said, "I've always wondered what it would be like if
I had you like that with a thin belt in my hand whipping your bum
until you begged for me to stop."
	"Whatever you want, Honey," she said, "After all, this is your
party." The Mistress of the House the said, "And you Slut, call him
Master from now on!"
	She reached up to the back of my head and unfastened the strap
that held my gag. She walked over to her husband and took the belt he
had removed and walked back to me.
	Looking me straight in the face, she said, "You'd better make
this good for the Master!"
	Stepping behind me, she started to whip me with his belt. It
was thin and every stroke she made felt like it was cutting into me.
She kept it up, hitting me a bit harder each time.
	Finally I had to ask her to please stop, but she kept on
hitting me on my bum and whipping me until I knew what she wanted. I
again begged her to stop! When I finally agreed to what I knew she
wanted she finally stopped. She laid the belt down and drew her finger
through her vulva as she fingered herself at bit.
	She inched over closer to me and stuck her pussy in my face
for me to service. I could smell the musk of her slit as to moved in
front of me and pressed her clitoris to my mouth. Her clitty was hard
as I moved my tongue up and down the length of her entire hairy pussy.
She began undulating her hips as she shoved her vulva up harder
against my mouth, almost choking me in her bid for a climax. Then, she
reached down and started rubbing my titties as she squeezed my nipples
roughly. My breasts hurt after all the rough treatment she had given
me. The desensitizing gel she used earlier had long since worn off and
my breasts were really starting to hurt. I could tell that she was
getting ready to climax by the way she was pulling my hair and was
pushing her clit into my face. I kept running my tongue and flicking
her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and she climaxed her
orgasm. I tongued her more until I saw her juices running down the
length of her thighs as she stepped back. Then she moved over to her
husband. She began by sucking his hairy balls running her tongue all
over as she sucked them one at a time in her mouth. She grabbed his
ramrod and held it back as she placed her hand beneath his balls.
Taking one ball at a time while squeezing his sac fully, she mouthed
each one with a zest. As her sucking continued her hand began to
massage his cock until he got an erection. Now his cock was totally
hard; she let go and got up.
	"Anything else, Honey?" she asked her husband, as she wiped
off her lips with her hand. 
	"Just call me Master from now on," he replied, "Now that you've
been serviced, may I also get my cock sucked a bit more from the Slut?"
	"By all means, Love!" she answered, and began letting the rope
down all the way. My hands were still bound together as she walked me
by my ropes over to the Master.
	Standing, he said, "No, not like this. I want her over there,
where everyone can watch!"
	"Where Master," his wife asked.
	"Move the table out in the middle of the room where it was
this afternoon, and I'll show you what I mean," he said. The other two
women helped slide over the table.
	"Now what Master," his wife asked.
	"I saw this in a X-rated movie once," he said. "Put her on the
table on her back, with her head hanging off this end."
	They led me over and got me up on the table with my head
leaning and jutting backwards off the edge so it was hanging down.
	"Now, tie her hands to the bottom of the table legs, and pull
her head and shoulders down as far as they'll go," he instructed.
	They did just as he said and I was now on the table with my
head bent down as looking up at the ceiling. He walked over to me with
his erection high up in the air bringing holding his huge cock. He
stood there and glanced down at me! As I looked up at him, past that
monster of a dick he had, he said in a deep soft voice, "Bitch, I am
going to Fuck your tonsils out of your ass."
	That's when he told me to open my mouth wide and he started to
shove that huge thing in past my lips. My head was bent so he was
actually pushing his shaft down and into my throat and I couldn't get
away from it. I had to take every motion that he made as I held it
between my lips. I started to choke and I couldn't breathe.
Rhythmically, he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth until I
felt his strokes starting to get longer and faster. He kept it up
until he started cumming. He pulled his cock out and started jerking
himself off by hand and was going to pop off right in the air when one
of the other bitches yelled out. "Not on the floor, it will stain,
that's what the Slut is for!"
	So he stuck his cock back in my mouth and with his finger tips
he milked his cock head back and forth until every last drop of his
hot jizm spurted forth in my mouth. He kept his cock head just inside
my lips until I swallowed every last drop he erupted. Damn, I hated
the taste of his cum, but he knew I had to swallow it or not even
breathe at all. I finished him off by cleaning off the tip of his
penis with my tongue as I savored all his cum.
	He walked back to his chair with his dick soft now, muttering
to himself that I had just given him the best head he ever had.
	His wife, or "The Bitch," as I will call her from now on,
asked the other two men if they wanted some good head. One of them
said, "I would like to try it with her upside down," and the other
woman said, "Sure, why not?"
	So the other one came over with his zipper down, cock in hand
and I went through it one more time. I sucked him off and I swallowed
every drop before he would let me breathe. After he went back to his
chair the Bitch said to me that so far I was doing just fine, but the
good stuff was yet to come. I didn't know what she meant, and really
didn't want to, but I knew that I was quickly going to find out.
	"Hell," the Bitch popped off and said, "On with the show." Then
the Master got up and came over to her. He said, "Hey why not wait
about an hour or so... I mean let her loose and let her roam around to
sort of loosen up. After all we have her all night and there are only
the three of us."
	"Well my Dear," she said, "If that's what you want - but I
want her hands fastened behind her at the least."
	"OK," he replied, "But she needs some sort of a break or
we'll quickly burn her out."
	At that point she looked over at the other two women and told
them to fasten my hands behind me and let me loose and put me down.
When I was standing on the floor I looked over at the Master never
saying a word, but trying to thank him with my eyes. I didn't feel so
bad about giving him head now after what he just did for me. Maybe he
wasn't that bad of a guy!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Saturday Night (FFFMMMm, ws, enema, bdsm)[4/5]
Date: 18 Sep 1995 00:26:07 GMT
		    An Interesting Saturday Night
			      Part Four
	Hell, at an hour had gone by and then one of the women came in
looking for me. She had her smart mouth in gear as she said, "Well, I
see you didn't leave." Ha!, where was I going to go like this? She
continued the one sided conversation with me as I still didn't have
permission to talk. She was saying that it was the Master's turn now,
and that he had some rather strange fantasies, and that she was glad
it was me and not her going through them. I felt like asking her what
she meant, but I knew better. Needless to say she was a windy one and
kept right on talking until the others showed up. She did manage to
tell me that the Master likes to hear a woman scream and he knew
exactly how to make them do it. Well, now they were all back in the
room and some of them were still carrying fresh drinks.
	When the men got to their seats and the women had me back over
by the table the Bitch asked the next man what his wishes were. He got
up and came over to where we were with this big shit-eating grin on
his face.
	"Hell, baby," he asked, "How far can I go?"
	"Anything... short of permanent damage to her," the Bitch
said, looking up at him.
	"Well," he asked, "Can I make her almost wish that?"
	"Will it be exciting?" the Bitch asked.
	"Oh, for me it will!" he replied, smiling.
	"Hell, then I guess we can put her through it," she replied.
"Just what's it you want done with her?" she asked.
	"I want her on the table with her ass near the bottom. I want
you three to open her legs so far that she feels like her cunt is
being torn apart. I know she has a shaved pussy, but I want one of you
to look real close and any hairs that you find I want you to pull them
out one at a time with tweezers. Are you still into nursing?" he
asked the Bitch.
	"Yes, I am," she replied.
	"Well then I want to watch you take a catheter and pee her.
When I want you to flush out her bladder and last and most
pleasurable, I want you to take some distilled water and start putting
it in her bladder while she sucks my cock. And you will keep putting
it in her until she makes me come."
	"Ohhh!!" was the only response the Bitch made!
	Well I heard everything that she was told to do, and I didn't
want any part of it. But before I could move the other two had me and
I was sitting on the edge of the table. They reached around me and
snapped loose the chain between my cuffs. Then I was laid back and my
arms were fastened under the table. They were fastening ropes to my
cuffs that were still on my ankles so they could pull my legs apart.
When the man got back up and came over to us.
	"Can I make a minor change?" he asked the Bitch.
	"What kind of change?" she asked.
	"Well, go ahead and just pee her and flush her out on the
table, but when you start filling her back up and she's sucking me
off... I was wondering if you could suspend her from those hooks in
the ceiling."
	"Well, yes, that can be arranged and it will make it easier
for me to get the water back into her bladder. "Oh! she will be
screaming her head off like that!" the Bitch said.
	"Not with my cock in her mouth she won't. But who the hell
cares anyway, I have wondered how loud she could cry out," he replied.
	Now she fastened my legs apart to the legs at the end of
the table. She had one of the other women examine me and damn if they
didn't find a few hairs that I hadmissed. So with a slow and constant
motion she pulled the hairs out one at a time. The first few didn't
bother me, but the more she found the more I started to jerk with each
one. Finally she got up saying that I was bald and hairless again.
	"Oh," said the Bitch, "Now I will relieve her of her excess
water."
	She came over with a long plastic package in her hand and a
fairly large syringe. She tore the package open and opened a small
square plastic box she also was carrying. Inside the box was some
disinfectant and a small tube of K-Y jelly. She took out a small
piece of gauze out of the box and then squirted the disinfectant on me
and wiped off the excess with the gauze. She took the lubricating
jelly and dabbed a small amount on the end of the catheter. She took
her left hand and reached just into me until she found the opening to
my pee hole. At that point I could feel the end of the catheter being
inserted into me. I have had them in me on several occasions so I
relaxed my ass as she slowly pushed it into my bladder. The second it
went through I got wet until she inflated the balloon on it with air
from the syringe. As many times as I have had them in me I can say she
was good at putting them in. I mean she was in just far enough that
when she inflated it I didn't feel any extra pressure from not being
in far enough. When that happens it really hurts!
	Well, it was in me now and anything from this point on had to
go through that white tube. It only took a few seconds and I was
completely spent. I saw her reach for a very large syringe and fill it
up with distilled water. She pushed it on the end of the catheter and
slowly pushed it down so that the water was being forced into my
bladder. I could feel my bladder swelling up as she kept putting more
and more water in. At that point I started to try to rise up off the
table as it was really beginning to hurt. She looked down at me and
said, "There's only a little more left" and if I could hold it.
	As soon as it was all in me she waited just a second or two
and took the syringe off the end of the catheter. When she lowered the
end of it into a bottle or something the pressure just rushed out of
me. Damn what a relief! She waited a few minutes to be sure that I
was fully drained and I saw her filling the syringe again. I thought
to myself, `please not again,' but about that time she fastened the
syringe to the end of the tube and I could feel the cool water coming
inside me again. She didn't put it all in this time, instead she
clamped it off and drew some more into the syringe. When she fastened
it back to the tube and removed the clamp. Again I felt the cool water
flowing and building inside me. When it hurt like the time before I
expected her to stop, but instead she just slowed down as she
continued to fill me more and more. I felt a tear run down my cheek
and I know she saw it! She looked at me and said, "I know you can
handle it and I want you to be a good Slut and take every drop." Hell!
what choice did I have?
	She finally got it all in me and then I was expecting her to
let it right back out. She looked at the others and said, "I am, going
to leave this in her for a minute or two as that will help expand her
bladder for what will come next. It's not much but she can use all the
advance help she can get."
	Well she then took the syringe off the end of the tube and let
the water rush out of me. I had no control as to how fast it came
out but I liked to think that by the feel that I did. I was just glad
that it was over, or so I thought.
	Just then this second man came over to us and told the Bitch
to get him a kitchen chair. She sent one of the other slaves for it
and they brought it in. He sat down on it and said to the Bitch that
he wanted my head right there. Well right there meant between his legs
while he was sitting on the chair. So she said with a glow in her
eyes, "Master, your wish is our command."
	She asked the Master to come over and put a rope and some sort
of pulleys in two of the hooks that were in the ceiling. While he was
doing this they were getting me loose from the table. As soon as he
had the ropes in place they spun me around so the my legs were right
under the hooks. The hooks were quite a ways apart so I knew that I
was going to be spread while they had me there. I felt them fasten the
ends of the ropes which had a snap on them to the O-rings on my ankle
cuffs. As soon as they did that I felt myself being lifted into the
air. As the small of my back was leaving the table my neck was being
bent to the point that it hurt.
	One of the others saw that and lifted me some more as she
allowed me to finish being lifted without crimping my neck. Soon I
was hoisted just off the table when I heard one of them sliding it out
of the way. As soon as it was off some place else a chair was put just
in front of me. The second man came over now with his pants off and
sat in it. He placed a leg on each side of the chair so that all I
could see was the hardon that he had. I was just a bit high for him so
he had them lower me down just to the point that my mouth was a
straight shot to his dick. He reached behind my head with one hand and
pulled me toward his cock. He told me to open my mouth and try it for
size, and I obeyed. At that point he let me swing back to just hanging
straight down. He told the Bitch to put just over half the syringe of
water in me and hand it over me to him. She did and I felt really
funny as I had never had water put in me in this position before.
Just as she was going to hand it to him he told her to fill it back up
(full). She clamped me off and did as he had said, then reconnected it
and handed it to him.
	The tube on the syringe was not that long so it hung down and
lay between the cleavage on my tits. He reached back behind my head
with his right hand and pulled me toward his cock. With his left hand
he raised his cock so that I was able to get my mouth on it. I knew
what he wanted so I immediately started working on it as he moved me
in and out by holding my hair. I had been doing him for a few minutes
when I saw his left hand reach for the syringe. Just then I felt a
rush of water come in me. I stopped for a second as I let myself
adjust to the new amount of water. He told me that if I stopped again
he would put the rest of it in me all at once and I would still have
to suck him off. So from time to time he would add some more into me
and I knew to not stop working on him. It seemed like forever as he
was a slow comer and I was really hurting from the water he had in me
now. But pretty soon I felt his cock getting warmer in my mouth and I
knew that I was getting close to him going off. I was right, I felt
him sit back and out he shot!
	That's when he pressed the syringe all the way emptying it
into me and pulled my mouth right up to his balls as he shot a huge
wad in me. He told me to swallow it, but have you ever tried to
swallow cum upside-down? It's damn hard to say the least! But he held
me there until I guess he felt my throat moving and I managed to
swallow all his cum.
	When he was finished he pushed me off of him and slid the
chair back out of the way. I could see his cock real good and darn if
he wasn't still hard or at least almost hard. The Bitch then walked
over to me and started to take the syringe off the catheter when he
told her to just clamp it and let me down. It didn't take long for
them to start letting me down to the floor. He told the Bitch to get
me up and bring me to him. He was back sitting in the chair again and
he told me to get on my knees and do him again or he would not take
the water out of me. At this point now being right side up the water
hurt even more. I could hardly move as the pressure was so great, but
I managed on my own to get on my knees in front of him. He grabbed my
hair and pulled me on his cock again all the time working me on and
off it. I didn't take him as long to cum again and I was sure glad of
that. He didn't even have much left to shoot, so I got off easy. He
told me to get up and asked if it was good. At that point I was
allowed to answer and I said, "Please!"
	He snapped, "What?"
	"Please!" I said again.
	"Bitch, you need to learn some manners!" he said, and reached
down and pulled on the catheter. I let out a loud moan and sunk down a
little trying to follow it. He asked me again if it was good, and
again I answered, "Yes."
	"Well I see you are a slow learner!" he said to me, and then
turning to the Bitch, told her to wet down a large dildo. She lubed
one up and he had his wish... it was large. I was still standing in
front of him as he took his foot and kicked my legs apart so that it
was hard to balance.
	"Has it been good, Bitch?" he asked again.
	I didn't know what to say, but I replied, "Please!" once
more.
	Suddenly, I felt the dildo touch the opening to my asshole and
he jammed it deep inside me! "Ow! I let out a scream and I didn't even
try to hold it back.
	"Now Bitch, was it good??" he asked again.
	I was almost in tears and I stuttered some as I was really in
pain. "Please Sir - Stop!" I said.
	He pulled the dildo out of me with one motion and shoved it
right back in and harder then the first time. But this time he moved
it from side to side and I could not hold back any more, I started
screaming crying and begging all at the same time.
	"Has it been good??" he asked again.
	It took me a second to get my answer out and I could only
think of one thing to say. "Please... Please... Please... !"
	"Now then, that's what I wanted to hear!" he said, and got up
and left. Looking back over his shoulder, he told the Bitch to do what
she had to and to give me my break, as he felt I had earned it. Boy,
so did I!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Saturday Night (FFFMMMm, ws, enema, bdsm)[5/5]
Date: 18 Sep 1995 00:28:02 GMT
		    An Interesting Saturday Night
			      Part Five
	Hell, I needed a break from all the sitting I just had the
unfortunate pleasure of experiencing. I was getting groggy from all of
the punishment. But I want to get back to tell you the rest of the
story including the finish.
	They were nice enough to give me all of my break and even a
bit more. Having all this extra time off was making me wonder what was
going to happen next. I didn't know that it was getting late (or
early, depending on how you looked at it). They had been at this most
of the night now and I was getting worn down pretty well, so all I
wanted was to get it over with. I only had one more man to please, and
he had already had me suck him off and had watched the others do what
they did. So I couldn't see what he could want, if anything.
	Well he came to the center of the room where the four of us
were standing and looked me over. He reached down and pressed against
the lower part of my stomach and stuck his forefinger just inside me.
He started rubbing me between my legs and then patted the lower part
of my stomach once again. He wasn't making any sense, but I knew that
he had something in mind for sure.
	Looking over at the Bitch, he asked, "Did you ask her husband
how much she can hold during an enema?"
	"Yes," the Bitch replied, "He said she's back up to almost a
gallon now when she is empty."
	"What do you mean by almost a gallon?" he asked.
	"Well, she can take all but about a pint, but on a good day
she can take a whole gallon," she answered.
	"Okay, is she empty?"
	"Yes," she came here that way and we made sure ourselves."
	"Well, I want you to properly display her and put that funny
looking nozzle in her and then slowly, but not too slowly put one full
gallon plus one additional ounce in her."
	"What do you mean by properly displayed?" the Bitch asked.
	"Put one arm in that direction and the other one over there,
and put her legs the same way so that she looks like a big cross. Make
sure you to do it in such a way that we can all sit in front of her
and watch her as the water or whatever flushes in and out of her.
	"Hell, someone will have to put it in because it won't go in
all by itself," the Bitch replied.
	"Isn't there something we can use to make it go in while we
all watch?" he asked.
	"Well we do have a low pressure pump that we use here that
should do the trick," she answered.
	"Can it be slowed down enough that she takes it slow and feels
every drop?" he asked.
	"Oh! but after she gets three quarts in her, she will feel
every drop anyway,... you can bet on it!"
	"I don't want to bet on it," he said, "I want to see it!"
	Well, they got right to it and fastened my wrist cuffs to the
ropes that were still hanging from the ceiling. They pulled my arms
tight and before I knew it I was up on my tip toes. Once they had the
ends of the ropes tied off they took some more rope and fastened them
to each of the ankle cuffs. As my legs were being pulled apart I felt
the weight of my body being tugging at my arms. Soon, that is how I
stayed as my feet were swaying gently off the floor and I was in the
shape of a big cross.
	The Bitch got out a funny nozzle, which was really a double
Bardex, and dabbing a bit of K-Y jelly on the tip inserted the tip up
inside of me. I felt her inflate the inner bulb, and then the outer
one, pulling them tightly together and closing the Bardex tube off.
She gave them a small tug to make sure that they were set tight in
place... as if my face didn't tell her that.
	At that point she walked out of the room and came back with
this little pump. It was smaller than the one I had used at home, but
I had no doubt in my own mind that it would do its thing. I knew from
experience that once it was turned on that there would be no way I
could hold back any of what someone wanted to put into me. I had tried
on several occasions in the past, so now I just relaxed and waited
until it was over. Hell, the Bitch left the room again and this time
she was gone a few minutes longer. When she returned she had a large
glass water bottle with a measured amount of water in it. She sat it
down behind me next to the pump.
	"How much is in it?" the third man asked her.
	"One gallon and two ounces," she replied, "Plus six more
ounces that the pump won't pull out of the bottle."
	"Okay," he replied, "I'm ready for you to get started."
	Well, as she was hooking up the tubes between the pump and the
bottle, I heard the pump start so she could run the air out of the
line she was going to hook to me. As soon as she had done that she
fastened it to the middle tube of the Bardex. I knew when she had, as
I felt the weight of the added tubing pulling on the nozzle. The other
two bitches were already over with their husbands and she flipped on
the switch, starting the Angstrom pump, before joining her husband. I
could feel the water coming in me right away as she had made it a bit
warmer than I was used to.
	So there I was, all of them watching me as I was being filled
to the limit. I was trying to move a little so I could adjust myself
as the water was expanding me. I could see that they were looking
right at my stomach as I knew by the feel that I was getting some
bigger. That water was slowly running when one of them said, "Hell,
she is half-way now." "Half-way?" I thought to myself, "Shit, I hope
I'm farther along than that!"
	Time was passing so slowly now, and I could now feel the
pressure building more and more with each second that passed. Soon I
was starting to really hurt and I started pulling on the ropes that
were binding me. That did no good, but just made me feel that much
worse. As the water was still running into me the man that this was
being done for said, "Well she is on the last quart now." Oh! I knew
that I couldn't hold any more and I was biting my lip trying to not
let it get into me. Soon I was letting out low sounds as I wasn't
gagged this time, and before much more time had passed I found myself
pleading with them.
	"Please turn the pump off," I begged.
	"Why? You aren't full yet my little Slut!" the Bitch replied.
	"Please! Please! Oh!... I can't take any more!" I begged. I
knew I could use my code word, but I didn't and I was hoping that I
wouldn't have to. I begged them again.
	"Please!. Please!" I shouted through the pain.
	They all just looked at me. I was looking pregnant now and I
could hear the pump just running on. Finally, I heard the familiar
sound of the pump running out of water. I didn't feel any more coming
into me, and the Bitch got up and turned the pump off.
	"How long can we leave her full like that?" the third man
asked.
	"Until we let it out of her," the Bitch replied, smiling.
	Looking at his watch, he replied, "Hell, it's six-thirty-five
now. Let's leave her there like that until seven and then we'll let it
out of her and lower her down so she can be emptied out when her
husband comes for her." And that is exactly what she did!
	Just at seven she pulled the tube loose and placed it into the
now empty bottle. Most of what water was in me came out right away
through the nozzle. Once it stopped she had the other two women help
her let me down and get me completely untied. I mean she took every
thing off me, the ropes and cuffs, everything. The last thing she did
was deflate the Bardex, but that only takes a second. Once it was out
she told me to get up. I did, as I thought that she was going to do
something else to me.
	She walked around in front of me and put her arms around me
and held me tight to her.
	"I know we've hurt you. I hope you aren't really mad at us,"
she said warmly.
	"No," I replied, honestly, "In my own way I enjoyed it too,
probably as much as all of you did."
	"Well I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to come back to
our house again," she said.
	"Of course I want to come back," I said sincerely. "Why did
you think I wouldn't want to?"
	"Because of all the things we made you do," she replied.
	"It's okay!" I said. "I really didn't mind it at all, and even
as sore as I am, I'll get over it before long.
	"My you're a such good sport about it, Hon!" she said, "And
anytime we can do anything for you, please just ask." The Bitch came
over to me and kissed me full on the lips fondling my tits again
cupping each breast one last time. She was more gentle this time with
my areoles not pinching or hurting me. She just sort of gave me a
light massage that revitalized me to the point of entire pleasure and
satisfaction.
	At that point I needed to go relieve myself some more, and
asked her if I could be excused and leave for the bathroom.
	"Okay," she answered, "But if you have any problems at all
please let us know!"
	"Sure thing!" I replied.
	"Well you can wait anywhere you like until your husband gets
here, and be sure to tell him for me just how good a Slut you were for
us, again," she said.
	I told her I would and looked for the nearest bathroom. When I
finished cleaning myself up and dressed I came walking back into the
living room they were all gone. I suspected that they had paired off
and headed to separate bedrooms for some sleep. I knew as soon as my
ride came that was just what I was going to do myself. I was spent
and totally exhausted and all my holes were aching.
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