This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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The Enema Bandit # 02
by Paladin
For those of you looking for the previous chapter look for
'Prelude'.
As I told you in the ending of 'Prelude' this story takes up
where we left off again.
After causing great embarrassment to that tight assed bitch
Martha who had pissed me off, I was willing to forget the
whole thing. But suspicion fell on me as perpetrator of the
deed.
Can you imagine that? ME!
Well, all right, I really got my jollies watching her, and
then viewing the video at home, of old miss bitch, let's
say dirtying herself.
So to serve those two ends, I decided, why not .. do it
again. YEA!!
Once it was done again, to someone else, the police would
know it was the work of some pervert, someone like YOU!
Any way they would have to look else where for the perp.
Of course this time I had to pick a target that I did not
know personally. Someone outside my circles. A stranger!
Some one totally isolated from me and anyone I knew ...
Sort of like the rapists, I once heard of. He said, he
picked out his victims by waiting on a street corner
till the third brunette came along.
Random selection in some way .. yes that will be the best.
But I did not want to wait on a corner .. I decided to use
the city phone book.
Pick a page .. any page .. find a female name. Go find her.
And well .. guess ..
For my purposes no body type or hair color was necessary.
I did decide that females were my choice but I could just
as easily picked males .. But females make better victims ..
Susan Coller came up on the page. I drove to the address
and found Ms. Coller's place. It was a rather nice little
town house out in the suburbs.
She looked like a young career woman who lived alone.
I charted her movements for a week, and she seemed to be
all alone on Tuesday nights.
This I made fit into my already busy calendar nicely.
I decided that I would make this a job mostly a
'home work' project.
Late Tuesday night, Ms. Coller was awakened by a bright
flashlight's beam in her eyes and my hand over her mouth
"Don't scream or I'll fucking kill ya!" I ordered her
out of a deep sleep.
I applied the black velvet bag, over her head, after
first forcing a soft rubber ball into her mouth. Then
I rolled her over on her belly, and cuffed her hands,
behind her back ..
Once she was secured, I dragged her into her small
bathroom for the 'home work' part.
It made everything soo much more convenient to use the
bathroom for the first part of this thing.
I chained her neck, with a chain I had prepared special,
to the toilette base.
I could now take my time. I carefully laid out my
equipment, mixed up a gallon of the liquid and lubed
up a pair of the ice injector nozzles with the pepper
oil stuff.
Now I was ready.
All the while she was trying to begging but I paid her
noises no mind.
When I started to put in the 'ice cunt plug', she tried
to resisted, just like Martha had. And when the ice and
pepper started to work inside her cunt, then she really
started to try to vocalize her problems.
Seems like all you girls are up for token resistance to
vaginal insertions. But when the ice and pepper went to
work, they really added something ..
I let her try to get it out but the teeth held like I
knew they would..
Satisfied now that her cunt was ready, I started to insert
the anal 'ice plug' in ..
Boy did she try to bucked and shimmed like I was stabbing
her with a butcher knife ... up her tight little ass hole!!
Why I had to twist her tits .. a great deal .. to calmer
her but even then she kept up trying to expel the things.
As I have previously explained, the teeth I had inserted
into the mold guaranteed that expulsion was not possible
by her, not at this time anyway.
Finally she just knelt there, all bent over, shivering and
grunting while I attached the hoses to the injectors.
Now I just worked the lever. I paid no attention to her
increasingly loud moans or more violent movements.
I only twisted her tittes when her hands threatened to
break lose the hose connections..
"You're only making it worse bitch. Hold still and
we'll be done in a minute!" I lied.
The fluid, again a mixture of pepper and solvent, forced
it's way into her bowels and cunt nicely.
After I was satisfied that her stomach was properly
distended I played the old in and out with her belly to
be sure she was really full up.
(I didn't want any air bubbles messing up my fun.)
Susie tried to scream and fight but she just could do
nothing.. And she seemed soo tired ..
Satisfied I reloaded the reservoir and forced in all
the old and some of the new fluid. She was a big girl,
I knew she could take ..
Now Susan was reduced to just laying there, and
attempting to plead and moan. (Remarkably like old
Martha before her..)
But Susan had that ball in her mouth so as not to disturb
her neighbors.
This time I had bigger plans. Ms. Collar would be my
new STAR!
I tore off her shear pink nittie and groped her to
my hearts content.
She really had a nice set of tits, and she did not
really resist.
She even quieted down when I began to masturbated her
little bud. Why the little bitch even got all slick
for me ..
She did not resist. She just tried to keep her bent over
posture. All the while though she kept trying to get the
ice thingies out of her person.
(Not a chance ,, Not yet!)
I released her from her toilette chain.
She did not even scream when I used two particularly large
paper clamps on her labia and duck walked her out of her
house to her car.
She looked soo controlled, all bent over and lead by the
her clamped labia out her door.
God that tittie shake almost caused me to stop the
proceedings and fuck her but naa what I had planed would
be soo much better..
We took her car, (I didn't want to mess up mine if she
managed to have an accident.) to the spot I had chosen
for her to be found.
I hoisted her onto the back of the previously chosen
statue there in the park. I slipped her tied legs over
the horses tail, and then I let her down. Now her feet
were tied up over the horses raised tail by the
remnants of her own shredded nittie.
I took off her cuffs and the velvet bag. I left her
the ball in her mouth..
(Can't leave anything but her behind ... )
As she moaned and tried to remove the ball I simply
walked away into the night ...
In a darkened corner under a tree I had set up a video
surveillance camera. It was a low light one. I could
even see when she got the ball out of her mouth.
I could sit in my car at the wires end, and observe
all the lovely scene through all the next few hours of
Sussie's big scene...
(I mean cameras like that are cheep and easily stolen.
This one I got from a convenience store weeks ago.)
My receiver got all the action as after a while of waiting,
for rescue, Susan tried to bend up, and reach her ankles.
She could never undo her legs from over the horsed tail.
(This was impossible! With all that fluid in her belly ..
just impossible .. it only served to stir up the fiery
fluid and accelerate the melting of the ice injectors.)
The next event the camera recorded was the brown and
yellow fount that erupted when the ice melted and finally
gave away.
By now a panting Susan had thrown the ball away and so
had to try to cover her mouth with her hands as the fount
inevitably came down all over her belly and face and ..
The ingredients though did not lend themselves to a smooth
continuous flow up and out of her.
As with Martha, their was an large number of cramp induce
stoppages, followed by spurts of nasty stuff all over.
Susan was younger and so her cries were more and she agony
seemed to lasted longer, but in the end she too just lay
there covered in .. well you know ... and waited ..
I had it all down on tape now but this time ... I
recorded .. further .. I wanted to see the discovery ..
It was a pair of female joggers, who first found her but
they ran away from the horror of the scene they found.
Then their was the pair of male joggers who came along
next and called the police .. (after one managed to snap
a few photos) .. the arrival of the police .. the
ambulance .. etc.. sort of ended my video ..
I was still watching and recording when some helpful
homeless person stole my already stolen camera..
Aw well I had all the footage I needed.
It would cut up into a nice HOT video for me!
I could torment the police whenever I decided to and
with this scene they would now be looking else where
for their perp.
The news papers late morning editions only gave a few
of the details in a few lines, but by the next morning,
it was front page, headlines and all ..
"ENEMA BANDET STRIKES AGAIN!!"
It was the lead story on the evening news.
Poor Susan's name was with held but she and I knew who
she was and now you do too!!
The police protection of Martha was removed and she
began to become her own bitchy self. .. Some people just
never learn..
Should I .. or shouldn't I ??
More to come ..
