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Discussion in 'Special Interests Archive' started by JP., Dec 27, 2006.
I never did find out who shot him.
Sorry, no update so far, I was planning on adding something today but I got some personal issues I need to take care of. Maybe later this week I'll have something.
I realized that there are precious few responses compared to how wonderful this story is, so I should do my part to remedy this situation.
Truly masterful prose with tantalizing plot twists and deft descriptions. I would say that this is your crowning achievement, but I usually find whatever story of yours that I am reading at the time to be your "crowning achievement" so perhaps I am a bit biased in that regard.
Anywho, in short: bravo (and encore, of course)
Thank you very much. That brightened my day a bit. I'm glad your enjoying the story, I'm having a great time writing it.
Kristin Shepard shot him. She was played by Mary Crosby.
Well said. I suspect that we're all just too paralyzed with anticipation to have the presence of mind to comment. Its just so self-evidently good.
Its like a slow burn, this story... he's not giving us too much too quickly, but is rather drawing the audience in with good old fashioned eroticism, and, of course, the promise that our poor little heroine will be made absolutely enormous.... in the fullness of time, of course.
I can't wait!!!! When will the next installment take place???
You surely can create suspense!!!
Tomorrow or Monday. Sorry for the delay, I was set to put up the next part on Monday but I got some bad news and lost my writing mood. Thanks for waiting, I hope you'll find it worth the wait.
I'm sure it will worth the wait... Sorry for your bad news, I hope they weren't too bad... Anyway, my last post was just to encourage you, since this thread didn't move from several days...
Joyce dutifully ate, not daring to upset Helga further, though one had to admit, Helga seemed more happy than angry at the recent turn of events. She spent a great deal of her time making drawings and plans and then downloading them into her phone through her wrist aperture. She also made a few phone calls, always stepping out of the room so Joyce couldn’t hear. After finishing the second batch of sandwiches Helga returned to the room and her novel while Joyce digested. The silence was unbearable to Joyce; she had to know a few things.
” Joyce paused as she saw Helga raise an eyebrow at the sound of her voice. Well it can’t get much worse decided Joyce and she pressed on with her question. “When did you know I was trying to escape?”
“When you waved at me.” Commented Helga as she turned the page. Joyce didn’t remember waving. “You waved at me to see if I was paying attention, you thought I was in a trance.” Offered Helga.
”You knew that soon? How? Why didn’t you stop me?” demanded Joyce as she recalled doing exactly that when she tested Helga hours ago.
“When I saw you wave but you weren’t saying anything, I knew instantly that you were testing me, so I decided to see what you had in mind. I thought you might give an escape a try soon; you’re smart enough to realize that soon you won’t be able to walk or crawl out of here. I kept playing like I was in a trance and watched you flop out of the bed and head for the door. You’re a gambler still it seems, and you came pretty close.” Helga sighed and put her book down. “The fact is I wanted you to try so I could punish you. And you do deserve to be punished don’t you?” said Helga, giving Joyce her full attention now.
Joyce shrank into her bed some more and turned away, not noticing the evil smile that crept across Helga’s lips as she returned to her novel. Joyce finished the last of the 36 sandwiches by late evening, very full, but not the stomach stretching gut bomb she had yesterday. When she finished Helga bagged up all the remains and took the garbage out and then returned briefly to put on a trench coat over her nurse’s uniform.
“I have to go out and get some supplies for tomorrow. Don’t wander off sweetie, I’ll be back in a few hours.” She said as she deliberately left the door to the bedroom wide open, and Joyce could tell by the light spilling Helga didn’t bother closing the hall door. Joyce was still bound to the bed so there was little she could do even if she wasn’t as exhausted as she was from her earlier exertion. She fell into a fitful sleep to wake up briefly when Helga returned with armloads of clanging equipment and materials, taking two trips to bring it all in. Joyce dreaded the morning.
When she woke up Monday morning it was quite early, Helga didn’t intend to allow much rest. “You’ve got quite a busy day today my bad little girl, and I thought we should get started. Let me get you cleaned up and prepped.” With that Helga gave her a perfunctory and clinical sponge bath and rebound her in a slightly different configuration.
Her arms had been free enough yesterday to allow her to feed herself and reach the tray. Now they were bound flush to the armrests off to her side. The criss-cross straps were cinched up a bit tighter, ensuring she was snug to the bed. Helga lifted the huge belly apron that Joyce had to make sure she was washed and then bound her there as well, across her hips, cinching that tight as well before gently laying the thick flap of flesh down again, giving it a loving pat before moving to her legs. Her legs were tied in a completely different fashion, leaving her mercilessly exposed. Each leg was pulled up, bending her legs upwards at the thigh as high as possible, and then pulling the ankle down and strapping it in place tightly. Her legs were thus bent tightly and secured before they were then bound again, this time to the armrests so they were spread wide as possible, allowing Joyce’s drooping belly flab to fall neatly between her legs to the point it was touching the bed just in front of the exposed cleft of her bottom.
Joyce was mortified to be so exposed and helpless, more so than any other time as Helga went to get the equipment that was stashed in canvas bags in the corner. First she saw something very familiar to her; the pouch she had been force fed with the day before yesterday, though there was some extra tubing between the nozzle and the pouch. Helga put on some latex gloves and smeared that bio-adhesive on it again and walked up to Joyce’s head. Joyce couldn’t help it; she had to try to get a way out of this.
“Please! I’ll be good! I’ll never do that again!” Joyce begged. Helga smiled at her as she raised the valve.
“I believe you. After this, you definitely will be good from now on.” She said and plugged it into her mouth, Joyce not daring to resist as she had before. Helga sealed her lips around the valve and gave it several seconds before she gave it a few experimental tugs to make sure it had set. From there Helga returned with a metal wrack, it looked like something hospitals used to hang IV solutions. Helga hung the pouch from it by one the loops and then worked to add another apparatus to it. It looked like a V made from plastic rolling pins; Helga secured it to the frame with wing nuts, the hanging pouch fitted right between the two thick plastic tubes.
From there Helga retrieved another frame similar to the first one, but this was put at the side of the bed near her hips, and Joyce’s eyes grew wide as Helga suspended another pouch from it of equal size. They both knew there was only one place that could go as Helga attached a tube to the bottom of the pouch and put on a new pair of latex gloves. Joyce began to struggle and squirm, but to no effect. She was bound more secure than ever before, and it didn’t help that she was also effectively pinned by her own weight. Helga whistled merrily as she lifted Joyce’s belly apron aside, ignoring the ineffectual struggles she made. She smeared some petroleum jelly on a finger and then reached between Joyce’s legs, looking for the opening that Joyce hadn’t to think about since the kidnapping, when the doctor took away her scatological needs. The muffled grunts of protest did nothing to stop Helga when her fingers found the anal orifice and smeared some lubricant on it, delving inside a bit to make sure the job was thorough as tears were squeezed out of Joyce’s eyes. Once that was done, Helga nodded in satisfaction and brought the end of the tube down to the cleft in her fatty cheeks and pushed the rounded tube well into her, pushing right past the resisting muscle ring and watching the pained and mortified expression on Joyce’s face as several inches were deposited well into her. From there she spread a thick smear of bio adhesive around the tube from where it protruded from Joyce’s cavity, and gave it seconds to harden before giving it some experimental pulls to make sure she was well and truly plugged.
“There!” declared Helga as she discarded the gloves again. “Let’s get you some food, you must be starved.” She said as she washed her hands and then went to the refrigerator. She pulled out many of the same ingredients as before and blended them into a thick paste before stuffing the hanging pouch by Joyce’s head. Once done she sealed it and then closed the V of the plastic tubes, they were at the top of the sealed pouch, and she flicked a switch where they were clamped to the frame. The two pins came to life with an electric whir and pressed closer together as they slowly started to rotate their pins toward each other. The effect was that the pouch was being slowly fed through them, rising upwards at an agonizing pace while pressing the contents down the tube and into Joyce’s waiting mouth. It was slower than before, but just as inevitable, soon Joyce was tasting the rich and chocolaty paste again as it passed her gums and tongue to the back of her throat.
Meanwhile Helga was preparing a different concoction for the invasion to her rear. Helga was filling the pouch there with a clear syrupy liquid. “This is mainly glucose and other sugars, it will easily be absorbed by your intestines, though it will definitely be a new experience I bet.” She said once the pouch was full and swollen. “With your new digestive system, the food rarely makes it to your large intestines; it’s usually fully absorbed by then, leaving no waste. We might start using this route more and more though, there’s extra room in there and we can save some time by feeding you rectally. I’ll have to talk to Carlos about that, because this solution is a lot more expensive. However for this experience I think we need a little something extra.” Said Helga as she went to the equipment and pulled out a rectangular device, about the size of a deck cards. It took a second or two for Joyce to realize what it was, but she’d definitely seen it before. It finally came to her she saw Helga tape it to the side of the pouch. It was a mini fridge! Popular on picnics and college dorms, it could chill an entire refrigerator in record time, bringing everything to ice cold and keep it that way for hours. Joyce squirmed some more as Helga turned it on and gave her one of her evil smiles. Joyce could see condensation forming and then freezing on the side of the pouch, creating mini-icicles as Helga turned the knob at the bottom of the pouch, causing the frigid liquid to begin flowing.
It was worse than Chinese water torture as she saw the chilly liquid travel down the clear tube until it was out of sight once it passed the dome of her belly. She tried to brace her self from the freezing invasion, but there was no way she could be prepared for the icy shock she experienced. A high keening shriek was muffled by the paste and the nozzle, but nonetheless heard by Helga as the cold liquid entered her tender insides, causing Joyce to cramp unmercifully. Her struggles continued in vain as paste and fluid were being pumped into both ends without stop. No matte how much she squirmed and cried she couldn’t avoid the invasions, and felt her belly and bowels expanding and filling. Helga watched with obvious satisfaction for several seconds before getting ready for the next phase.
“Well, the feeding is being taken care of, now let’s get to your punishment.” She said as she went back to the equipment she brought in last night. Joyce could scarcely believe what she heard, what more could be done! Helga started with putting another rack next to the bed, this one was different though. It had two legs so it could suspend a thick bar across her body about 4 feet above her, at chest level. Helga then returned with some kind of metallic box, less than a foot on each side, and used a wrench to hang it from the rack firmly. She pulled a ring at the center of the box, and a piston descended with a hiss about 8 inches or so. She pushed it up and pulled it down a few times to make sure the motion was smooth before going back to get more equipment. Joyce was watching helplessly, her dread at the assemblage almost drowning out the stuffing and extreme cold she was feeling.
Helga returned again with ominous equipment. It started with a flat bar of metal, that had two ovals of missing from it running along its length, with a hole in the exact center. She attached the rod to the piston in that hole, and then gave it some experimental tugs. It wouldn’t move side to side, but could move up and down and also spin like a fan. She nodded in satisfaction and then retrieved the most diabolical pieces yet. It looked like a pair of assembly line robotic arms, though rather short, perhaps 3 feet or so, composed of 3 sections of metal, connected with wires and tubes at the joints. It took Helga a longer time to get these attached through the ovals in the bar above Joyce, and a decent amount of cursing, but she finally got them in place; they could slide along the bar from the end of it to the center, and Helga could also easily twist and turn them. She nodded in satisfaction as she applied some strength to either descending arm and then both at once, to make sure the whole contraption could take some weight. “Almost done.” She said and came back with one more application to finish it; a pair of flexible plastic cones with a loop at the top of the cone.
“You won’t find a patent for this baby anywhere, I can guarantee you that. It’s the ‘Boobinator 5000’!” Helga crowed in triumph as she approached the helpless Joyce. She took one of Joyce’s massive tits into her hands and began to roughly massage and play with the nipple, adding to Joyce’s extreme discomfort. Despite that, her nipple became engorged and hardened, once that happened Helga placed the cap over it, enveloping the entire nipple and areola, then pushed down hard on it, squashing it into her chest, forcing out the small amount of air with a slight farting noise. She then looped her finger through the loop and pulled on the breast slowly, Joyce’s breast lifting from her flabby torso perhaps a foot, her nipple feeling like it was going to be stretched an equal distance, before the tit popped out of the suction cone and flopped onto her arm and the armrest with a smack. “Hmmm
heavier than I thought. OK, plan B.” said Helga as she grabbed the heavy teat and attached the cone again. Once she had it sealed she put on latex gloves and smeared some Bio-adhesive around the entire cone’s edge and pressed it down hard again, causing Joyce to snort out of her nose. Seconds later Helga pulled up slowly again, soon was past one foot from her chest with the tit, then two feet and stretching it into a long tube-like udder. Joyce groaned at the abuse but was helpless. Helga stretched further until finally she managed to hook the loop onto the right arm, which then held her breast up, suspended and helpless. Joyce wanted so badly to sit up and relieve the strain, but she was securely tied down by the straps.
Helga went to work now on the left breast. Roughly bringing the nipple to arousal, which took only moments, before squishing the cone onto it and then applying more Bio-adhesive. This breast was then stretched up to match its pair, and soon both of Joyce’s huge tits were straight up more than two feet from her reclining form, the skin and nipples stretching, but holding.
“There! Now we can begin.” Said Helga snapping off the gloves and going back for the last piece of equipment; it looked like a remote control. “OK, so let’s turn it
on!” she said as she thumbed a large red button. The box came to life with an electric hum, and the arms responded by bleeding out the air in their hoses with a hiss. “Excellent. OK, let’s adjust the height a bit.” Helga pushed a lever on the controller and Joyce felt a slight amount of relief as the piston descending from the main box lowered an inch or two. The relief was soon gone as the piston suddenly retracted back upwards even further. “Woops! Too much, for now.” Helga adjusted the lever again to a slightly more comfortable position.
“OK, now, lets see if they slide.” Twisting a dial, the arms suddenly shifted to the far ends of the bar, creating a V of over stretched titflesh. “Good, and back to the center.” Said Helga as she twisted in the opposite direction, the tits practically slammed into each other as the arms returned to the center. “And twist the right one.” Joyce winced and let out a snort through her nose again as her breast was twisting in time with the arm as it rotated a full 360 degrees and more it seemed before its engines whined indicating it could go no further. “Good. OK, return.” Helga said and the arm twisted back as Helga adjusted again. “Now the left.” And she repeated the process again with the other helpless breast.
“Excellent! Now the whole thing!” she said once the left tit was no longer twisted. Then the bar they were descended from suddenly spun to the left, causing a near impossible feat as Joyce’s tits were literally being wrapped around themselves. The machine had its limits though, and only managed to get them perhaps a quarter turn before they stopped, leaving Joyce’s breasts on top of each other rather than side by side and extended. Joyce was grunting, heaving, and snorting at the abuse but could only endure it along with the stuffing of her orifices. “Beautiful. And last, but my favorite; pump mode.” Said Helga as she thumbed another button.
Both arms descended forcefully, relieving the dreadful weight on her poor suspended tits, but soon were actually pressing them down and squashing them down into her chest unmercifully. Joyce was sure they would cave in her chest before they finally stopped, and then just as suddenly they retracted back to their full height again with increasing speed. They descended again faster, squashing her breasts again before rising. Now they were in the proper cycle, they would descend to squash her helpless tits and then suddenly yank them up by her nipples to almost the tearing point before descending again. Her tits were a surreal image of pulsating flesh, palpating with each mechanical thrust.
“Let’s change it up a bit.” Said Helga as she made some adjustments. Soon her tits stopped pumping and were both suspended again, when just the left arm began to piston her abused mammary. It made two strokes before the right one started to pump also, in perfect alternating sync; when the right was fully stretched, the left was being squashed into her chest and vice versa. This went on for agonizing seconds when Helga said “And let’s speed it up.” And turned the dial faster. Her breasts were a flurry of undulating and rippling flesh, mechanically tormented by the cyborg nurse. Helga turned it up one more notch causing them to pump at 2 cycles per second, which was as fast as the electrically whining arms could manage with this weight. “OK and stop.” Said Helga as she put the remote down and lowered the main piston a bit for a little comfort for Joyce.
“Let’s take a look at these.” She said as she began to gently inspect each suspended tit while Joyce tried to sob while her mouth was plugged and being mechanically stuffed. “No damage, no broken capillaries, no tears. Excellent. You see Joyce, the doctor had to make your skin both more stretchy but also more resilient. We can’t replace your skin, and we couldn’t have you bursting out of it. So, I think you’re ready for a bit more. Do you believe me now when I say that I know you’ll never be bad again?”
Joyce could only nod pathetically as she got ready for another round of this abuse.
(Continued in post 75 of this thread)
OK, the tormenting of Joyce continues. Hope you enjoy it. I'll have more in a little bit also, trying to make up for lost time.
Dude, you're the fucking Shakespeare of the 21st century!!!
Write a Squash Story. It'll probaly be great
Wow. Well it sounds like you're really enjoying it, that's good. Still I'd have to say I still have a wee bit to go before being considered this century's Bard . Thanks though. Here's another part, hope you like it.
“You are going to be so good from now on Joyce, my bad little fatty. Sooo gooood.” Helga concluded as she picked up the remote again.
“I love the look of these tits pumping. Let’s do that for awhile.” She twisted a knob and pushed a button and soon Joyce’s breasts were being mechanically pumped with an alternating stroke at high speed, forcing snorts of breath and discomfort from Joyce.
At the same time Joyce’s nether regions felt like they were exploding with the icy syrup that was still being steadily pumped into her. Unlike her stomach where she could feel the fullness gradually subside, this felt like her insides were being stretched indefinitely. She couldn’t feel any absorption, just more and more pressure in her bowels from the constant flow. Her stomach was faring better, since it was already stretched out it could hold quite a lot more, the bag was nearly empty and Joyce knew that only meant another batch was on the way.
Helga watched the sight, mesmerized. Joyce’s cheeks were inflated to the max with the chocolaty paste, her stomach swelling slightly. Her tits were being mechanically pumped and pummeled by a diabolical machine, while Joyce’s lower abdomen was starting to visibly expand from getting filled with the icy cold concoction in her rectum. The machine made its mindless pumping with electric whirs and hisses of air along with the smooth action of lubricated steel sliding against itself. Helga only snapped out of it when a beeping came from the rack holding Joyce’s feed pouch. The rollers had reached the bottom and forced all of the contents down into the tube.
“Woops, OK let’s get you filled up again.” said Helga as she went back to the counter to make another heaping bowl. Joyce’s bowels continued to swell and cramp from the relentless flow, it was actually pushing up the belly flap between her legs. Joyce was watching through her pulsating tits with mounting fear as her bowels expanded beyond the limits she had, and she began to grunt and snort to try and get Helga’s attention. But Helga was too busy mixing the next batch, plus the sound of the Boobinator to make anything out of Joyce’s noises. It was only after she turned around that she saw what Joyce was getting so worked up about.
“Woah!” exclaimed Helga and rushed over to the enema rack and twisted the knob to stop the flow. Joyce’s lower abdomen was swollen like a beach ball, pushing up the flab of her belly.
“Hmm, OK I think that’s good for now. We’ll let that absorb,” said Helga as she carefully felt and examined the icy cold orb. The IV bag was nearly empty any way.
“Good, just like I thought. You’ll be able to hold a bit more on the next one. OK, I’m sure you’re still hungry. Let’s get that going.” Helga returned with the bowl and opened the rolling pins apart and filled the pouch again before sealing it closed and re-attaching the pins. She started them rolling again as she went back to watch the spectacle of her pumping breasts.
Joyce wasn’t very hungry though. Her stomach might not have been full, but the pressure from her lower cavities and the fullness she had was making her feel like an overfed tic about to pop. The rollers however were not interested in her plight and began to force still more of the mixture into Joyce.
For maybe ten minutes Helga merely watched the spectacle of Joyce’s mechanized abuse before she picked up the remote again.
“Let’s vary this a bit.” She said as she stopped the pumping and retracted the piston slightly further than before, noticing it was having an easier time. The skin was loosening up.
“Let’s play Twister.” Said Helga and Joyce winced as her breasts suddenly were twisting as the arms spun at their base. They spun more then a full rotation each before stopping and just as fast turning the opposite direction, unkinking her tits for a split second before they were twisting up again. The arms made a fast whirring sound, like a spinning drill as they did so.
“And now a little of this…” said Helga as she pushed another button. Her breasts were untwisted again, and then the bar spun to the left, wrapping her breasts together hard for several seconds before Helga turned the knob again and caused the bar to turn the opposite way to repeat the process.
The bar would spin and wrap her breasts painfully in one direction then spin again to get the other way in mechanical symmetry. Helga was nodding and smiling in satisfaction as she watched.
“Now let me program this.” She said as her tits were mechanically mauled. A beeping came from the machine as her tits were returned to a normal, albeit suspended state. After 6 ominous beeps the machine came to life again. Her tits were first twisted towards each other to nearly the snapping point before turning the opposite way again until they were kinked and turned down to their fleshy root. This cycle repeated three times before her tits returned to a normal configuration and then the bar spun as soon as that was achieved. The bar was like a propeller, twisting her abused breasts one way and then another for another 3 cycles before stopping and allowing the arms to twist and spin on their own.
“Oh yes very nice.” Said Helga as she watched the show and listened to the motor whine and Joyce whimper through her nose. “Let’s make it more interesting. We’ll keep this one going for awhile.” Said Helga as she began pressing buttons and twisting knobs. The machine returned her breasts to a normal condition again as the last of Helga’s commands were punched in. The beeping began like it was ringing Joyce’s doom as it awaited for Helga to press the final button.
Joyce shook her head ‘no’ as much as she could but it was no use, as Helga mocked her with a nodding ‘yes’ of her head and brought her finger down hard on the last button. The machine beeped three more times before going into action.
First the entire piston lowered, bringing both her breasts down onto her chest with crushing intensity before they rose again to only bit more than a foot above her chest, plenty of fatty slack remained in her udders. Then the arms moved to the sides of the bar until their bases touched the metal.
Finally the arms extended still further, stretching the breasts out almost parallel to Joyce’s strapped down body, extending almost as far as Joyce’s own arms could stretch if they were spread out.
They stayed like that for agonizing seconds before the pumping began again. Her breasts were ruthlessly pummeled and pumped onto her chest, this time from an extreme angle, alternating, first the left then the right. The speed increased as the piston retracted a bit, the arms slowly traveling back towards the center bar, still pumping at the same time.
Once they were back to the center they began to turn towards each other at the base, all the while pumping the pendulous tits. Soon her tits were both twisted and pumping, causing quite a sensation in her poor breasts. After several seconds of this abuse the piston retracted to its full height again, and the arms stopped pumping.
The bar suddenly spun again harder than before, trying to twist her tits around each other even more, before the piston quickly descended, mashing her twisted breasts back into her chest for several seconds. The piston retracted again and spun the other way to first unkink her breasts and then kink them again still more, before descending again to squash them against her.
Joyce was awash in all the sensation; she didn’t know how she could even be conscious with all that was happening to her. Her stomach steadily getting full, her bowels filled to bursting with liquid ice, and her poor tits being abused by a breast torture machine. The cycle began again, repeating the dreadful sequence she just went through, the machine putting her through all its paces without pity. Helga was genuinely enjoying this and decided to add to her misery.
“And now my little naughty girl gets her spanking!” Joyce could dimly see Helga through her tears as she moved to her exposed and swollen posterior, her legs out of the way and folded in half, providing a much easier target for the crazed nurse. She could only groan as still more was going to be done to her. The first swat came, catching Joyce unprepared.
Unlike Tony’s spanking a few weeks ago which was mostly for show, this was all business. Hard, stinging spanks were descending on Joyce’s reddening fanny as the nurse let fly with additional punishment. The other cheek was now targeted and whacked with just as much force and speed; really showing Joyce who was in charge, as if there was any doubt.
Then Helga placed a hand on each cheek, and Joyce could see her between her spread legs, her overflowing stomach, that she was concentrating, preparing almost. Then finally she began to beat and slap those cheeks with a speed that was inhuman, like she was playing drums. The noises came so fast they ran together in one loud splat which brought fresh tears from Joyce. Helga finally stopped after sevel seconds of that impossible speed.
“Oh yes, Joyce is going to be so good from now on.” Said Helga as she stepped away from her suffering form, noticing with her enhanced senses that Joyce’s developing masochistic tendencies were being stoked to an inferno. Even Joyce probably was unaware of the tidal wave of pained eroticism building in herself, but Helga was very aware.
“Well Joyce, I’ll let you get acquainted with this for awhile, I have some things to do. I’ll be back this evening.” She said as she put her trench coat back on. Joyce’s eyes bugged out at that. She was going to leave her like this?! She wouldn’t survive! She tried to beg and plead, but was helpless as Helga went and retrieved the bowl, stopping the feeding process enough to fill the half empty pouch to bursting again. She turned it back on so that it could continue to slowly stuff her, and as she went out the door, she turned around with an after thought, and turned the enema nozzle again. Joyce didn’t know this but both were actually automated and had sensors that would prevent her from being harmed. The enema was now calibrated and could easily fill her with the icy fluid and not hurt her.
“Enjoy.” Said Helga as she stepped out and closed the door. The sound of the whirring machines was the only thing Joyce could hear over her own moans as they continued to stuff and torment her.
Hours of mechanical trauma later was when Helga returned. The feedbag had been empty for awhile now and Joyce was almost hungry. The enema was empty too, and her bowels had finally managed to absorb the last of the cold fluid. Her breasts were loose and floppy as the machine sensed any new slack and ratcheted up the tension automatically. She was exhausted and spent from the unbelievable ordeal.
Helga had an expression of mock surprise on her face, and Joyce dared hope that she would finally be let up from the contraption. Helga stroked Joyce’s forehead lightly before returning to the counter and refrigerator and mixed up another heaping bowl of the paste. She filled the feed pouch again and got it started then filled the enema pouch to the top again and set it flowing, causing Joyce’s slack bowels to cramp again with the icy chill. Finally she picked up the remote, and rather than stopping it she set the process in reverse and increased the speed. She blew Joyce a kiss and walked out again. Joyce weakly groaned, hoping to get pity from the nurse for she knew she could get none from the machines, but the door was already closed.
Hours more of unobserved suffering brought Helga back; it had to be late evening now, usually the time Joyce would sleep. She’d lost consciousness more than once, each time waking up to the nightmare that she’d been left in, a cog in a devilish machine. Helga stood over Joyce, staring down with mock pity.
“Have we suffered? Hmmm? Are we going to be good from now on?”
Joyce was delirious, but she understood, and she nodded ‘yes’ and meant it with all the sincerity she could muster in her abused and flabby body. “I believe you. OK, I’ll let you get some sleep in a bit.” She said as she took off her trench coat and snapped on some latex gloves. Joyce was expecting her to remove the hated tube stuck up her rump, but instead she felt her fingers poking around underneath her tummy roll, delving until they found her pleasure center again. Joyce nearly jumped out of the bed, despite her near total exhaustion and being tied down.
“Yes…little sweetie deserves a reward.” Cooed Helga as she began to expertly flick and stroke the slick and engorged clitoris of Joyce. She’d been literally simmering in her own juices all day due to the extreme masochistic arousal the machines gave her, but unable to achieve release due to the bonds she was in. Joyce moaned with all her heart as she melted into Helga’s expert hands, holding back nothing. She was already so close to orgasm now anyway, it would just take a few more seconds, just a few more strokes…
“There.” Said Helga as she stood up and removed her gloves walking away from the tormented and miserable Joyce, mere moments before she would have been able to come. She screamed into the gag that was glued to her lips and tried with all of her strength to twist, to rub, to exert some sort of pressure on her nethers so she could have the release that had been building all day without mercy. Helga ignored her though as she calmly mixed up one last large batch of the chocolate paste and filled the empty pouch.
“I put a little something in this to help you sleep.” She said as she picked up the remote and stopped the mechanical pummeling of her tits. The piston lowered until her breasts were in a more-or-less natural state, slightly suspended, but their weight was mainly on her torso, not her nipples. She also filled the enema pouch again, but turned off the freezing unit, the enema would enter her at room temperature.
Joyce was already feeling woozy as the paste flowed down her throat again and the warm fluid entered her rectum.
“I’ll remove this all tomorrow sweetie. I can’t promise you we won’t use it again, even if you are a good girl, but I think you’ve learned your lesson. Sweet dreams.” said Helga as she leaned forward to kiss Joyce’s sweaty forehead, and then turned out the light.
(Continued in post 85 of page 4 of this thread)
Not sure what you mean by that. What's a Squash story?
well, a story where the ssbbw squashes someone. Like 'squashing'.
Just realised, JP. & J_JP_M. scary.
OK, that's what I thought. It's possible, but most of the time my stories have the person getting fat as the submissive, they rarely get on top. Joyce here is just going to get too big for something like that. We'll see though.
Sorry, no update today, a little too busy. Maybe later this week.
No problem, take your time... waiting adds more suspense
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