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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 14
I woke up freezing my ass off as the cold shower beat down on my naked body, now lying on the floor of the stall. Naturally the door was shut tightly and try as I might, it was impossible to get to my feet. Worse yet, it dawned on me that whatever had been plugging my bunghole was no longer there, and nature had taken its course, leaving plenty of evidence surrounding me. Shouting proved fruitless as the pounding water prevented anyone from hearing my calls for help. Out of desperation I began kicking the glass door to gain their attention. It took some time but finally the door opened just enough for a hand to reach inside and turn the water off. I was shivering so hard that I worried that my teeth might crack from the uncontrollable shaking that held my body captive. Then the same hand reached back inside and turned on the hot water, which soon had me screaming and kicking, as it felt like my skin was being parboiled. Suddenly the water stopped and a voice ordered me to climb out of the stall.
As soon as I exited the torture chamber, they were waiting for me with another ice water enema. In that nozzle went and soon my gut was roiling and my lower intestines were twisting and turning as the frigid water did its work. The only thing different was the gash I was gobbling; this one belonged to my immediate supervisor and she was a most determined customer for my expertise. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't. I could visualize spending my lunch hours in Ms. Manning's office eating her pussy while she enjoyed her lunch and perhaps even talked on the phone to one of her compatriots. Naturally she'd be bragging about the hot tongue that was getting her closer and closer to a nice, relaxing orgasm to assist in getting her through the afternoon. Perhaps she'd be auctioning off my tongue to her female employees as an incentive, the lucky individual getting to spend some quality time having her hairy, unwashed cunt licked clean before she rocketed off into outer space.
It was a strange situation to me. Here I was in close quarters with two very well built women, both naked, while another member of the opposite sex was giving me an enema. Despite the stimulation my prostate was getting, not to mention all the eye candy, my cock was absolutely limp. Things had really turned bad for yours truly. Evelynne was beginning to look pretty good, even if her services were going to cost me some money. The only thing worth considering was the possibility that between Evelynne and Mandy, they just might excite me sufficiently that I'd forget about my miserable home and job life. As I was assessing this possibility, the first wave of serious cramps passed through my lower intestine. This created a back-pressure against the nozzle feeding the icy water into my bowels. I could swear I heard Brenda cackling over my discomfort.
To take my mind off my current set of troubles I imagined having Brenda at my mercy. Naturally she'd be stark naked and securely restrained, spread out on the filthy, cum-soaked mattress upon which she was being raped by a never ending line of hard cocked studs, all eager to make every thrust hurt as they penetrated, pummeled, pounded and punished her sore pussy and raw asshole with their stiff rods. Every so often I'd take a turn, using my riding crop or rubber hose on her swollen tits and fat-lipped cunt mouth, while one or perhaps two studs attempted to make her take their long, thick cocks down her throat at the same time, cutting off her air and making her face turn blue.
Brenda must have noticed my body language, delivering a vicious slap across my butt that nearly struck the nozzle. At about the same time Lauren started pumping her pussy insistently against my face, urging me to more energetic tongue and lip action on her cunt mouth. That entryway was dripping cunt sludge in fairly substantial amounts and the salty taste galvanized me to more strenuous efforts. I was in the middle of another set of cramps when Ms. Manning blew her top and took off towards the outer limits of the solar system. At the same time Brenda checked my bloated belly and laughed at how hard it had become. She had Ms. Limenke add some cold water to the enema bag to make this one more memorable. It was indeed. I started to moan and groan almost against my will, that's how bad the cramps felt. Now Brenda was teasing me by scratching her fingernails across my stiff nipples. I was on the verge of blubbering, which would have been totally humiliating.
This time when she was finally satisfied that my bowels could not hold another drop of that fiendish enema, she once more plugged me with the inflatible bung and let me stew in the shower stall with the cold water pouring down on my bare body. I was dragged from the shower, shivering and almost blue, not to mention feeling as if any second I was about to explode. It took a few seconds to identify Lauren Manning, who looked quite pregnant. Brenda was still in charge and ordered me into the tub where I was to lie on my back. The internal pressure from that last enema made even taking a breath a very painful process. What did she have planned for me next? I quickly found out as Lauren gingerly climbed into the tub and squatted over my face. I found myself staring up at the bung that prevented her from voiding her enema. Then I glanced around to see the smiling faces of everyone, including Mandy and her mother. My audience looked like a pack of starving wolves and I was lunch. It dawned on me what was about to happen a few seconds before it did.
I managed to turn my head just enough so the shit storm that followed missed my eyes. Still in all it was a mess of epic proportions, and the stench was off scale. Breathing was agonizing as each shallow breath sucked in some of the foulest air short of a volcanic eruption. It got so bad that the women, including Ms. Manning, vacated the bathroom, leaving me in a pool of turds marinated in some mystery liquid that was their carrier. I struggled to get out of the tub and failed. Now the pressure from the monster enema I was holding came to the fore. I had to get relief or my intestines would explode, or so I thought. I lost it and began yelling for someone to pull the plug from my asshole so I could dump this liquid fire that was eating its way through my bowels.
My rescuer turned out to be Evelynne Monroe, who made a mad dash into the bathroom with a towel over her nose and opened the window, then pulled the plug corking my latest enema. Finally she turned on the tub's faucets and escaped, leaving me to fend for myself. I vowed to eat her pussy for at least six hours straight as part of my thanks for her courage and concern over my well-being. Later that very evening I got a chance to start delivering while her daughter slept beside us, my watery cum percolating in her well fucked pussy.
Once order was restored, more ice cubes were brought up from the kitchen, and my misery and humiliation continued. Brenda grinned and loaded up another big bag of freezing liquid and inserted it into my sore asshole and let it flow deep inside my wasted body. I bulged like a pregnant woman much to the delight of Ms.Limenke, who decided she wanted me to rim her while I was filled to the bursting point. Brenda made sure that this monster purge was administered as slowly as humanly possible, bringing me to my knees in a figurative sense. I had to admit that I now knew every square inch of the HR bitch's asshole and environs. I believe sucking her asshole for what seemed like an hour was the worst thing they had made me do to that point. I lived in fear that any moment she was going to release a wall of shit into my mouth. I could tell she was doing her best to make my worst fear come true. If she didn't develop hemorrhoids after the amount of straining she did while that massive ocean of icy water shrank my insides, she never would.
It was Lauren's mistress who suggested to a frustrated Ms. Limenke that she should cut me some slack to show that she had class. Naturally the HR bitch was clueless about what Brenda was saying. To be honest, so was I, at least for a time. By now my belly was as distended as a belly could be that had been absorbing two quart enemas for many hours. I hated to look down when they made me stand after taking every drop that could be forced into my bloated bowels. I had no feeling in the region that normally housed my cock and balls. Worse still, my bulging belly prevented me from even seeing if they still were attached to my quivering midsection. Brenda ordered me to get into the shower stall, and I groaned.
This time things were a bit different, and that gave me a little hope. She had me kneel with my head held as far back as the muscles in my neck and shoulders would allow. My intestines were knotting themselves into fleshy nodes in response to the commands from my addled brain. My skin was crawling over my skeleton in a blind attempt to generate any additional heat that might counteract the drop in body temperature caused by the icy enema. My teeth were chattering and it was easy to see that my goose-fleshed skin was also turning blue. It was then that Ms. Limenke entered the stall and grabbed my hair to hold my head steady. When she ordered me to open my mouth, it became apparent what was about to occur, and I wanted no part of it. Brenda leaned in and threatened me with a much longer cold shower if I didn't comply with the HR lady's request. I sighed and opened my mouth. Then the torture began. My tormentor had the same problem now as she did while she squatted over me in the tub. It took a few insults from Brenda for her to finally gain control over her bladder muscles and let fly.
This was another first and one I wasn't eager to expose to the world. I'll admit that being trained to be a world class pussy eater did have its advantages. There was nothing positive about being able to hold down some neurotic cunt's piss. So there I was gulping the contents of Ms.Limenke's bladder, doing my best to avoid choking. Now it turned out that all the ladies were taking turns watching my degradation, and having their own fantasies about what they'd do to me when they had the chance. Ms.Limenke outdid herself once she got that yellow stream going. She could control the flow, forcing me to actually taste what she was delivering. Then she decided to move back a little and spray my face with her golden offering, aiming for my eyes. She even managed to get some up my nostrils, causing me to choke and sputter as her audience laughed and clapped. Then she glued her frothing vulva tightly against my mouth and did her best to overwhelm me with the torrent of piss that exited her bladder. Finally she was empty, but insisted that I lick her clean of every drop of piss that hadn't gotten into my mouth or on my face. I was utterly and completely humiliated. Then Brenda announced she had some ideas to try out on me as well, and there was no time like the present.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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