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 # 03
by Paladin
Thinking about it afterwards ... I made up my mind.
It was that look of shear horror and terror on the
female joggers faces as they left poor Susan's big
'scene' that inspired me.
Leisurely I followed their wiggling asses, back to
their residence.
It was a real nice place, for me. It was set back
from the road so the neighbors would not see much,
till I wanted them to see ... I guess I decided right
then and there .. to use their 'home' when I teach
them both a lesson.
They should have helped their fellow being, shitty
though she was, in trouble in this life.
What they did just wasn't right..
I went home and made up more 'injectors' in the
freezer compartment of my refrigerator...
Since their were going to be two of them this time,
it would give me a chance to use the either, I had
obtained but not used before.
For my next exhibition, I'd probably need it.
I parked across the street from their house at about
4 AM the very next morning.
(I wanted to make sure they didn't start without me.)
Sure enough about 6, the same two girls emerged from
the house and began to do their stretching exercises.
That I filmed. They were really quite limber..
It would be added that footage as a kinda uh, before,
to the final cut, I made of the video.. I was making
up of my exploits..
I figured, you really need documentation in these
things! Else wise you forget when you get old.
They set of jogging on down the street toward the
park. That too made for some great footage..
Those tight stretchie jogging suits and all that
wigglie female but flesh ..
I waited in the car till they were out of sight, at
the 100x zoom ratio. This took a while. Then
shouldering my 'equipment bag' I walked over to and
up their front stairs.
(No rest for the wicked you know. Ah well!!)
The front door proved to be no great challenge to me.
Once inside, I went about the house exploring. I
found the bathroom.
Small, but it would do nicely!
I set up my equipment and soaked a pad in the either.
I placed the pad in a plastic baggie and sat down
and waited..
Their was nothing else to do .. but wait.
That was the hard part.
I had to just sit there with the adrenaline pumping,
dick hard, and nothing to do .. but wait.
About an hour later two very tired, very sweaty girls
returned home. They went through their stretches in
the front yard, can't have a cramp. and I couldn't
video them .. pitty!
But then it was ..
SHOW TIME!!
As they did their stretchings, I donned my sky mask,
and went to wait behind the door. I unbagged the
either soaked pad.
I let them both get safely inside before I slammed the
door and grabbed the one closest.
I shoved the soaked pad over her nose and mouth from
my position behind her. She tried to struggle but I
had her face good and tight in the pad.
Over her struggling shoulder I pointed me trusty big
old revolver at the other one and demanded,
"Shut your yap and turn around or she dies!"
The frightened girl nearly wet herself. She had turned
around at the sounds of her friends struggles but now,
shaking with fear she turned again and began the
standard pleading shit ..
"Don't hurt us.. We'll give you our money .. etc."
YA .. YA .. YA ..
I really wasn't paying too much attention.
I was more concerned with the slowing struggles of
the one I was subduing with the either pad.
It worked like a charm!
When I was sure she was under I gently lower her, now
subdued body to the floor.
(Either works well, when subduing a bitch. I'd
recommend it in my book!)
I kept the big open mouth of the revolver pointed at
the babbling one's back, as I cuffed the unconscious
one to a table leg to keep her from wondering around
while I fixed up her girlfriend if she woke up.
That accomplished, I casually stepped over the
unconscious form and grabbed the other one's
shoulder.
She stiffened at my touch .. and even tried to push
my paw off.
I placed the big opening of the barrel to her temple.
This guaranteed that she would be compliant ..
Her hands went down and resumed their fluttering ..
I pushed her down the hall, pleading all the way,
to the prepared bathroom.
Before she could realize the meaning of my 'equipment'
I forced to her knees, then face down, before the
cold porcelain commode.
I chained her neck there with the chain I had affixed
to the facility for that purpose.
I turned and left her, after warning her stretch
fabric covered but,
"One sound and your friend dies. Then I'll come back
in here, for you and ..."
Without further comment, I walked out of the room and
down to the hall.
I returned to the unconscious one. She was still out
like a light as I expected.
I bent over her and easily stripped her nude.
(As I said I like um that way!)
This girl was a real 'sweater'.. Ah well what the hell..
I lifter her over my shoulder and carried her back to
the bathroom to join her friend.
The girl in there had not been good!
She had not knelt there quietly as I demanded. She
had raised up, and now was as far as her chain
allowed, from where she was supposed to be.. and she
was frantically pulling on the chain.
Maybe supper girl could part a link in that chain
but .. not this mer slip of a girl.
I had expected this and calmly placed the revolvers
barrel to the unconscious girls temple and demanded,
"You wanna play? OK I'll just kill her here ... and
now! Watch! Just watch and remember you ..."
KLICK
Nothing terrifies um more than the sound of a hammer
cocking a large old revolver..
Terrified the girl began again to plead and beg ..
"Please I'll be good! I'll do anything you say I'll .."
On and on she went. I dropped the unconscious girl and
backed the conscious one, back to her knees facing away
form me.
I forced her head down to the floor with the gun barrel.
With her facing the wall, bent over, all that you could
see was that big covered ass of hers.
Next I chained the naked unconscious one to the toilette
after slinging her over the other ones back. Then I
stuck the large gaping barrel into the hole formed by
forcing open all the knees of the girls.
When the big hole was right up in her face, I ordered,
"OK .. Now you strip off that shit.. I want you naked ..
and be quick about it!"
The girl balked .. I was one thing to say something like,
"I'll do anything.."
but doing it was ..
The girl hesitated till I uncocked the hammer ..
CLICK
The noise is the same and usually produces the same
result .. Shear terror ..
Convinced she commenced to tearing off her jogging
suit, even though her unconscious naked friend
hampered her, hampered her a lot. I've got to hand it
to her, she didn't even stop as they usually do, when
she came to the utilitarian under garments she had
worn for jogging..
(Can't have them titties wagging can we?)
Nude she crossed her arm over her breasts and tried
to cover her crack with her other hand.
I was drunk with the sight! There before me in the
cramped little bathroom, all nice and naked and
waiting for my next command .. were TWO FEMALE ASSES.
I motioned with the gun and she lowered her hand.
I took out two of my ice injectors and lubed them up
with my special stuff...
Casually I fitted the unconscious girls' pussy and
ass hole. Coating them had little or no effect but
.. well .. it had become a tradition..
MY TRADITION..
And even in her drugged state the girl moaned a little ..
But they were seated easily .. deep inside her belly.
One down and one to ..
Next I started to fitted the cunt injector to my other
waiting cunt.
"AAA NOOO Pl.." she began but a slap to her big broad
ass quieted her for the insertion. But when her cunt
was plugged, the ice and lub took over...
The ass plugs insertion was not soo easy.
As I said before girls just naturally are weary of
something going in their asses, and then too she
probably knew it would be the same burning / freezing
she had in her cunt. So it was a struggle, but when
it was all the way in, their was nothing she could do.
Under the weight of her friend, and the constriction of
the chained neck, her struggles though frantic were
easily overcome.
After all, once it was in it wasn't coming out..
As she struggled and moaned, I connected the hoses to
the tub's outlet nozzle.
(I had previously ran the water so it was luke warm.
The stuff dissolved better in warm water..)
I had tapped the container of my mixture into the main
line so that the siphon effect would draw copious
amounts of the stuff with each volume of warm water, and
since I had the whole of the city's reservoir to use this
time, I could put any amount I wanted in these bitches ..
The conscious one reached for the hose and I slapped her
hand again.
"Quit that of I'll beat in your pretty face in when I'm
done. Just hunch over there and fill up like I want.."
I demanded.
Groaning she complied for a while but every so often,
during the 'filling' she sought to fiddle with my hoses..
Finally I got tired of that .. well she asked for it..
I took out my lighter and played sing the finger to
discourage her.. It worked till the shear volume of
fluid finally quieted her.
The water pressure caused their soft white little bellies
to distend in no time at all..
I affixed a collar of tape to each girl and then joined
Their hands together behind them, with the same tape.
I joined the wrists together and tapped them to the
girls necks to keep them from trying to fiddle with
their injectors.
I played the old jiggle the belly trick now with both
girls to insure .. that they were full.. They both
moaned with that piteous sound you would have loved..
I dragged them, one at a time, into their living room
and positioned them in the face to cunt 69 orientation,
I was sure this would give them each the best view of
the event about to transpire.
I had to place a mirror on the ceiling to be sure I
could get the whole of the event on video, with out
getting um .. my equipment messed up.
Didn't want to get any on my self either, did I?
I went into the kitchen and made myself some coffee
while I waited. I left the camera running though.
Didn't want to miss any of the big event. Lots of
tape to cover this event..
The girls were moaning and feebly pleading but I
wouldn't inter fear for the world.
Seeing and feeling the inevitable about to happen
they each tried to position themselves on top.
Soo much for friendship..
The twisting and turning those girls did!!
And with those pregnant like bellies ..
Why I had to drag them back into the center of the
room a couple of times to keep them in the camera's
frame.
But then the eruptions began and I stepped carefully
aside, leaving the girls to them selves, and their
big video movement.
I did have to move the camera about, from time to
time to get all the action..
Again the liquid was released in spirits because
of the burning and cramping..
As you can well imagine the living room was a
complete mess. And the girls finally just lay
there panting in the filth..
As the action was over I went into the kitchen
and washed out my cup, and put it away...
Next I went about packing up my stuff. I had to
make my way around various puddles to keep clean
on my way out.
I looked back at the exhausted girls and ordered,
"You better do a really good clean up in here
before you invite company."
I don't think they saw the humor but I tried..
The evening news was full of this vicious cur.
But aside from the name, 'the Enema Bandit'
the talking heads could only hint at the
nature of the unspeakable deeds he had done ..
I was pleased to be on tv, and, well I toyed
with sending them the edited tape I was making.
Naa it wouldn't do any good. Then wouldn't play
it .. or even show excerpts.
I spent a lot of time, editing the tape. I
really had to cut out a lot of the raw footage!
I'm not old C B DeMill, but I know what I like
and what is simply boring. I liked the action
so the tape was action from start to finish.
Finally I had about 45 minutes of what I
consider, good jerk off material for perverts
like me ... and YOU!!
Nice but not enough to be a feature film, besides
I really didn't have the model releases either.
I pondered the way to get my epic before the public
and then I stumbled across an idea!
I duped the cut down epic and slipped a few copies of
it into the stacks of a video renal place.
For a while I heard nothing but then .. well again
the police were called and the store owner arrested.
Critics!! There are everywhere..
The talking heads were at it again. They sought to
reinterview the victims to get a fresh slant.
I know I was interested.. The girls, well they seemed
rather camera shy /..
Wouldn't you be??
But the coverage was spotty to say the least and
lacked a really 'NEW ANGLE'.
The firestorm from the events, made a lot of women
a lot more obliging.
But they forgot!
And Martha, after a while, seemed to regard her self
as back to her old bitchy form.
Why she even went back to her old ways and I would
not allow that..
Well I only had 45 minutes video, and the molds were
still right here in my freezer!
Should I?? Or shouldn't I?
The end??
Or is it?
