Carole was finally released from her uncomfortable position. She found that it hurt like hell to even move after Mr. Strong cut the ropes an her. She moaned and turned on her side, curled into a fetal position to reduce the agony.
"How can you do something like this to another human being?" she demanded of Mr. Strong.
"Ah, you still haven't learned to address me as master. I guess I am forced to discipline you some more!"
The words stung like angry bees at the girl's mind. She had offended Mr. Strong! She hadn't meant to. He had finally released her and for that she should have thanked him.
The words rushed from her lips. "Please, ma-master! I meant no harm! I'll be your slave. Just don't tie me up like that again."
"The deed's been done," he solemnly said. "You aren't quite trained yet so I must make sure that the next lesson in discipline I give you is even more severe than the last."
"Please, no, master! I can't take any more of that. The dark, the stifling air inside that bag – I can't stand another week of it!"
"A week? You dumb bitch. I only had you tied up for a few hours. Did it seem so long to you?"
She knew he was lying. He was twins to make her feel uncomfortable and disoriented so he could work his evil magic all the more easily on her the next time. Yet.
What if he was right? She might have only been tied up and stuffed into that velvet sack for a few hours. Her own imagination had made it seem longer, of that she was sure. But had she really stretched a few hours into an entire week? It seemed incredible.
She rubbed across her belly trying to erase some of the hurt she had received. The skin prickled wherever the tongue had dragged across her flesh and left sticky spit. Even her legs tingled and itched from the dried saliva. But it was her pussy that sang the song of delight. She had gotten off at long last. While the tongue had left her asshole too soon, she didn't have that insatiable gnawing hunger in her body that she'd felt before after each of her sexual encounters.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me, master?" The last word still sounded foreign to her, yet if it helped keep him from abusing her more she would do anything, even calling him master.
"You must learn to obey me without question – and instantly. There can be no margin for dispute when I give an order. On your feet, bitch."
She quickly rose, only to be snapped back by the short length of chain around her neck. She felt her neck tense and the air was momentarily cut off. All she could do was gasp out, "I can't stand! The chain is too short for that!"
Mr. Strong shook his head from side to side as if rebuking a small child. "You didn't obey me. Now I shall really have to discipline you severely." He turned and walked to the cabinet that Carole had come to hate so much. That was where he kept the riding crop he had whipped her with before fucking her ass. And that was where the extra chains and locks were stored. She didn't know what else was within and didn't think she would enjoy finding out, either.
She furrowed her brows as she watched the man pull out a rubber sack that looked something like a hot water bottle. He filled it with various liquids from bottles, then hoisted the filled bladder and hung it from one of the hooks in the ceiling. Then he turned to Carole and said, "Over here. Immediately, you dumb cunt."
"But, master, the chain! I can't!"
"Excuses, all the time excuses. I see I shall have to do everything for you." He went to the head of the bed and worked at the lock for a moment. Carole bit back a sarcastic remark about him hurrying. She knew such would only increase the man's vengeance. She had no idea what was going to happen, but it wouldn't be nice.
He dragged her to a spot just under the bag filled with the noxious liquids. Carole saw an empty kerosene bottle and a couple plastic bottles which could have contained anything from battery acid to distilled water. The man came and ran a tube into the bottom of the bloated sack.
The way he held the end of the tube told Carole immediately what he intended doing, with it. She backed away, saying, "No you don't. You're not stuffing that Goddamn thing up my ass!"
The way he held the end of the tube told Carole immediately what he intended doing with it. She backed away, saying, "No you don't. You're not stuffing that Goddamn thing up my ass!"
A tiny smile crept to the corners of his mouth. He said nothing as he grabbed her. A brief fight and she was overpowered, as she knew she might be. What really irritated the teenager was the ease and contempt with which the man snared her. A quick movement and a pair of handcuffs held her hands firmly behind her back.
"Stand straight, damn you!" he snapped. Then he shoved the tube all the way up her ass. She felt the tube bite into her asshole, then snake its way up into her bowels. The plastic hose was limber and followed the curves of her bowels for several inches. In a way, it wasn't uncomfortable the way she thought it would be. It was even a bit sexy.
Then came the agony.
He opened a tiny valve on the bag and the hot, burning fluid came gushing into her bowels. She screamed as the hot liquid seared its way into her body. She tried twisting away, hoping the tube would fall out. Strong arms held her rigidly in place.
He hissed, "Move and I'll beat you until the flesh falls off your battered bones!"
The way he said it told the teenager that he meant every last word of it. She didn't dare move, no matter what pain she got from the enema.
"It's hot! It's burning me up inside!" she complained.
"Dumb cunt," he snarled. "Of course it's hot. If it had been cold, it would have killed you. Now I want you to listen carefully. I'll beat you like you've never been beaten before if you don't obey my every command. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma-master!" she stuttered.
"When that bag is empty, I'll remove the tube from your ass. I don't want one singe drop to leak from your asshole. Not one drop. If it happens, you'll know real agony."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Master! Call me master!" He slapped her with the palm of his hand. The resounding, stinging slap echoed throughout the room. The girl fell to her knees, momentarily stunned.
"Don't let one drop out!" he repeated. She had to concentrate to clear the pain from her check and to keep her asshole clamped tightly on the tube. She'd felt the first stirring of a drop of the burning acid going into her guts squirting around the tube.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me, master? After the – oh, it hurts! – after it's in me?"
He only smiled. That gave her agile imagination more than enough time to come up with a dozen horrifying possibilities.
She felt bloated as the liquid flowed into her intestines and distended her gut. The hot kerosene mixture seared at her innards and made the slightest movement painful. She cursed him silently, hoping he would die a messy death. She even wished she could trade places and do this to him. That would be a fine revenge.
The door opened and in came Miss Olson. The woman smiled knowingly and said, "Is the bitch obeying you properly, Mr. Strong?"
"Of course she is. I can control her without any aid from you."
The woman's face fell a little. "I had wanted to whip her ass a little. I have this new whip I wanted to try out. It needs blood to get the newness worn off it." She pulled out a short whip and snapped it in the air under Carole's nose. The girl flinched but something made her control her bowels. She didn't let one single drop of the hot kerosene going into her body out.
Displeasing Mr. Strong overrode her fear of Miss Olson.
"That will be enough, Miss Olson."
"Can I watch?"
"No."
That singe word caused the woman to blanch. Carole didn't understand the relationship between the two but it was obviously complex. And Mr. Strong had just given a firm, final command. Miss Olson hastily left the room. Carole almost allowed herself to breath a sigh of relief. Yet, that wasn't quite possible.
Not with a gut full of fuming hot kerosene enema.
"I could have used wine, then made you drink it," the man said in a conversational tone. "But I've tried that already. It wasn't entirely successful from my point of view. It disciplined the girl properly, but it also broke her spirit. I think you're made of sterner stuff, but I don't want to take the chance. Any of the kerosene leaking from your ass?"
"No, master. None!"
"You lie!" he roared. "Bend over and allow me to check!"
She did as she was ordered, even though the simple act of bending at the waist caused intense pressure to build up in her belly. The enema had almost entirely filled her intestines now. There was even a hint of vomiting beginning to assail her. She held down the urge. She knew Mr. Strong would not like that at all.
His fingers probed into the deep crevice between her meaty asscheeks. He pressed the tube a bit farther into her asshole, then stroked up and down her smoothly curving buttocks. He cupped each of the moons in his hand and squeezed.
The girl found this excitingly different and would have really turned her on except for the enema burning brightly in her guts. Still, a little thrill went into her cunt and began to form her fuck fluids.
The man didn't miss this. His finger dipped into her cunt and came out, filmed with her cunt oils. "So, you're hot for me, eh? Even though I am disciplining you?"
"Yes, master," she replied, wondering if this was the right thing to say to him.
Apparently it was, for he laughed. "I like that. A dumb bitch who knows when to get hot for her master." The tube came ripping from her ass and took her by surprise. She barely had time to close off her anus entirely to keep the noxious fluid from running down her legs.
"Stand up straight and spread those legs of yours. You know how to do that, I'm sure. You put out for anything. Even a dog."
Fear clutched at Carole's chest and almost stopped her heart. He'd said she put out for a dog. Had that mysterious licking tongue while she was tied and blind been a dog rather than a human? She couldn't remember all the details. It might have been a guy licking her cunt. The cold feeling almost neutralized the burning sensation in her belly.
He slapped her and brought her back to her senses. "Don't daydream. I want you responsive to me."
She obediently spread her legs even though it was more difficult keeping the kerosene enema inside. She thrust her pelvis forward a bit and tucked her ass underneath so that she could maintain her firm hold over her anal sphincter muscle. This seemed to work, but it also incited the man to comment.
"So you're hot for my cock, eh? I guess I'll just have to fuck that cunt of yours, then. And don't let one Goddamn drop of that enema out or you'll be in a world of trouble!"
She shivered as he moved forward and positioned himself in front of her. She closed her eyes and waited. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes and looked directly into the polar eyes of Mr. Strong. The man was quietly laughing at her. Glancing down she saw his prick, still limp but jerking and bucking into erection.
It was like watching a snake charmer and his snake. The cock rose up, twitched and started back down only to repeat the process until it was throbbing with life. The purpled cock head was poised just inches away from her drooling pussy. Her cunt juices even leaked out and went down the inside of her leg in a thick stream.
"That's not the kerosene, is it?" he demanded. He dragged a rough finger along her thigh and made her quiver. "Lick my finger off and tell me what it is."
She cringed but sucked his finger into her mouth. The salty, tangy taste assured her it was her own love juices. She told him so.
"You'd lie simply to protect yourself from a beating. But I'm inclined to allow you to get away with this lie because it pleases me." He moved closer, his arms circling her waist. His arms tightened and bent her backwards enough so that he could drive directly up into her yearning cunt.
She gasped as his prick penetrated her. The pussy lips hardly posed any barrier at all to his surging assault on her inner cunt. The teenager had to struggle to keep her anal muscles tight and prevent the enema from rushing out. The suddenness of his fucking had taken her by surprise. And that was almost her undoing.
She felt the added pressure inside her pussy. His cock stretched her almost virgin cunt walls to the breaking point and this added pressure to her already tight intestines filled with enema. The way she felt, she might explode from the fluid pressure at any moment. Just as she was sure she would have to relax and allow the horrid liquid to run out her ass, he pulled his prick from her cunt.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she almost lost control. Everything was intent on robbing her of that enema she had been told to hold inside her.
She gasped again as his prick reentered her body. The fucking took its toll on her as she quivered with excitement and fear and allowed just a bit of the fluid to escape.
The instant she felt it running down her leg, she panicked. "Please, master, no! I can't do it! I just can't!"
He laughed and began fucking her with short, rapid strokes designed to burn her pussy up with friction. She felt the heat from his cock spreading throughout her loins. This joined with the heat seething in her bowels from the enema and made her come to a boil inside. Her raging emotions took too much out of her. She screamed and another gush of the burning liquid forced into her guts came out.
The man didn't seem to notice. He was fucking her faster now. She hardly thought it was possible for him to do so, but he did. The feel of his prick against the sides of her twat sent shivers of desire pulsing throughout her body. His hard, virile prick almost made her forget that he was the one responsible for the horrible, burning ache in her guts.
But forget it she did. All she knew was that he was giving her pleasure such as she'd never known before. She wanted to please him as she had no man in the world. He was in control, he was dominant, he was her master. All she had to do was hold in the enema and he would fuck her all night long.
His cock drilled deeper into her cunt as he bent her backward even more. She was having a harder time keeping the enema inside as his cock found new and different angles of entry into her seething, boiling, churning twat. Her cunt had never been more alive. Each nerve sang its own separate song of delight.
And he fucked faster. She could hear the lewd smucking noise each time his prick broke the suction generated by her tightly clinging pussy. The girl was being driven out of her mind frying to obey him. The passions running loose in her offset the need for caution.
As she came, she screamed and the torrent of shit and kerosene gushed from her asshole.
He fucked her two or three more times, then simply dropped her into the vile pool on the floor. His prick continued bucking, slippery from her cunt juices.
Looking down at her, he said, "You disobeyed me. You allowed yourself to spew forth all that filth." He took his hand and put it around his huge prick. A few quick strokes up and down it and he came. The white jets of his jism arched through the air and spattered over Carole's face and onto the floor near the pool of liquid that had been held inside her for so long.
"Lick it up. All of it."
"Yes, master, whatever you say, master." And she did. She wanted to please him. She had failed him and anything she could do to redeem herself was all alright. As long as he fucked her again.
When she had finished her awful task, he said nothing. He merely left the room. She cried for an hour.