Rachel gurgled with slavish glee, tears running down her scummy face at the realization of how completely broken she was to her teenage master’s will. His first spurt of jism exploded off her chin and long, fat lines of cock filth dangled back down onto her crushed, heaving tits. Rachel’s orgasm doubled in intensity with the slimy drip of jism over her sensitive tits. Pain and pleasure tore through her sultry body in a savage war that left her thrashing and trembling in shock. Jack coated her tits with his cum, and each new splash of jism sent tingling waves of pleasure through the creamy mounds.
Finally Jack slipped his cock out from between her slimy, silky tits. He rubbed his softening prick clean on Rachel’s arm and smiled down her.
“Ready to go to the bathroom and squirt that shit?” he asked pleasantly.
Rachel hung her head and cried. She was still cumming.
CHAPTER SIX
Rachel cried pitifully, hanging her head like a sorrowed mutt bitch. “Please, sir, let me let go of the enema now!”
Crawling back to the bathroom had been the hardest thing Rachel had ever done. Each time her knees pushed against the floor, lightning like bolts of pain shot up the backs of her lush thighs. Her lower back muscles felt as though they had been torn into little pieces. The pain from the enema was shooting all the way up to her shoulders now, like tiny fingers of fire burrowing just under her skin. Worst of all was the pain that sloshed through her bulging, water filled belly. With every move she made, the three quarts of water Jack had pumped her full of shifted and splashed inside her.
“Hold on, slut,” Jack said with a smirk, stepping around behind her. “There’s something outside I want to get. Move your sexy ass an inch, Mrs. Welch, and I’ll have to hurt you real bad. You understand, big tits?”
Rachel nodded her head and waited in agony for Jack to return. When she saw what he had brought back from outside, she began to sob hysterically. She couldn’t believe how cruel the teenager was being.
It was an old-fashioned white corset, a piece of clothing that had originally belonged to Rachel’s grandmother. Rachel, who’s waist was little more than twenty inches around and who didn’t like sexy clothes much, had never worn it. Now, with her normally tiny stomach puffed to twice its size by the quarts of toilet water Jack was making her hold inside her shit-chute, she was going to be forced into the painfully restrictive garment.
“Please, Jack,” she murmured, shaking her head beck and forth as her sobbing wracked her sultry body. “This is too much! Oh, Jack, why do you have to be so cruel to me?”
“Because it’s fun,” Jack said, a broad smile on his face. “And you love it too, you whore. Besides, what are you worrying about? I’m not going to bust you up. Not too bad, anyway.”
Rachel stayed on her hands and knees as Jack wrapped the white corset around her. She whimpered as he strapped it on, tears running down her beautiful face, as it pulled snug against her bulging belly. But then the real pain began.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head as Jack settled his foot on the rounded hump of her ass and pulled back on the corset’s straps with every ounce of strength he possessed. “Aggghhhh! Ahhhhh! Go easy! Please! Ohhhhh! Jack, you’re killing me! Oh, it hurts so much!”
“Stop your fucking whining!” Jack shouted, pulling relentlessly on the strap that circled the back of the corset. His muscles bulged as he tugged on the slender straps of fabric. “I’m fucking helping you, you dumb old cow! You’d never have a waist this fucking tiny without me! I’m giving you the world’s sexiest fucking figure, you big-titted pig!”
The corset was gauged all the way down to sixteen inches. As he tightened it past twenty, Rachel’s enema-filled stomach began to gurgle loudly. At nineteen there was a pressure damping around her stomach that made her feel like a closed tube of toothpaste being squeezed by a powerful hand. At eighteen Rachel could feel the dirty toilet water squirting back from her bowels. At seventeen she couldn’t breathe anymore, and her ribs were bending under the unbearable pressure.
At sixteen inches, Jack leaned so much pressure on the foot he had planted on Rachel’s ass that he knocked the beautiful housewife flat on the bathroom floor. He quickly laced up the strap, then knelt to take stock of what the latest torture had wreaked on Rachel’s body. He had never seen anything as obscene as the spectacle he had made of her.
Rachel’s cunt was leaking pussy-slime and her ass was leaking water. Her creamy asschceks quivered and her cunt-lips squirmed against each other with wet, farting sounds. Her ass and hips looked enormous next to the inhumanly tiny band of her waist. And the contrast between her tiny waist and her massive tits was more incredible still.
Her hands were shaking, her lips were trembling, and her eyes were rolling back in her head. Best of all as her ass. The firm, creamy cheeks were vibrating from the strain of holding back the enema. Her ass humped back and forth in random, spastic movements.
“No!” she whispered, barely able to form words any longer. “Ahhhh — no! No, please, no!”
The agony she was feeling had passed beyond any possible frame of reference. It was in a league all its own now, bone-numbing, muscle ripping anguish that made her wish for death. Her stomach and sides and back were crushed inside an unyielding corset. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow, couldn’t move without her agony multiplying itself by a hundred times.
“All right, Mrs. Welch,” Jack said, pulling Rachel back up onto her hands and knees and sliding a big paint tray he had salvaged from the front yard under her quivering ass. “You can let that nasty old enema shoot out your dirty little asshole now. But first spread those big soft asscheeks apart so I can get a good look at the action.”
“Yes, sir!” Rachel gasped. Jack loosened the belt from around her chafed wrists and Rachel used them to pry her asscheeks as far apart as they would go. “Is that far enough, lover? Can you see my nasty asshole real good?”
“I sure can,” Jack said quietly, moving back far enough so that he wouldn’t be splattered. “Let her rip, you sexy nympho.”
Slowly, uncertainly, Rachel relaxed her asshole. Then she screamed.
There was a loud, wet farting sound. Her whole opened wide as a gaping mouth before the rush of the water. Jack laughed and held his nose. Then the enema started shooting out. Rachel screamed as her shitter spread wider than it had ever spread before, spurting a steady stream of water into the shallow metal pan. It felt to the sultry housewife as if she was shitting out her insides. The explosive rush of the enema left her feeling empty and abandoned. The enema blasted out of Rachel’s pouting ass in an explosive geyser. It splashed into the paint tray so powerfully that water splashed back up on Rachel’s wide, sexy ass and creamy, shivering thighs. The water was tinted brown and yellow, the yellow the piss that had been in the stool water when Jack pumped it up Rachel’s unwilling ass, the brown shit that had lined the walls of Rachel’s tight, tortured hole.
Soon other things were shooting out of Rachel’s ass too. They were water-softened chunks of shit rushing out of her clasping shitter like logs carried down a waterfall. They hit the rising water level in the tray with huge splashes, splattering even more wet filth all over Rachel’s creamy ass. Rachel clenched her eyes tightly shut, shamed beyond endurance by the knowledge that she was helplessly shitting into a paint tray for the perverted amusement of a teenage boy. But the degradation, and the act of excreting the heavy enema, made a powerful climax rock her luxuriant body.
The relief of shitting out the stomach-stretching enema made her asshole tingle with a kind of pleasure Rachel had never felt before. It made her cunt squirm and vibrate with excitement. The splash of filthy water back against her heated ass and thighs made Rachel shiver and twitch. She rubbed her satiny thighs roughly together, smearing her pussy-slime all over her creamy skin.
“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, pressing the side of her face against the floor as she emptied her bowels into the filthy paint tray. “Oh yes! Ohhhh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes — ah — no! Oh yes!”
“You’re a real slut, Mrs. Welch,” Jack said, admiration and contempt in his voice. “You’re one big-assed, big-titted whore! Shit out the rest of the nasty shit and I’ll give you a reason to do all that fucking moaning and groaning!”
The water had finished shooting out of Rachel’s asshole. Thick black shit was plopping out now, hitting the water like bombs and splashing dirty water all over Rachel’s big, creamy ass. The gorgeous housewife squirmed and moaned as her bowels drained themselves completely into the paint tray. Her beautiful face burned with shame, but her swollen pussy spurted and leaked.
“Oh fuck!” Jack shouted, laughing and covering his mouth and nose. “You’re such a dirty bitch! You’re sleaze, Mrs. Welch! You’re slime! You’re such a gross, disgusting whore! And you’re so fucking beautiful!”
“Please don’t say those things about me,” Rachel whimpered. “Jack, why can’t you be nice to me? Why can’t we be like lovers?”
“Lovers?” Jack laughed again, his mockery crushing the last shards of the beautiful housewife’s self-respect. “You’re not my fucking girlfriend. You’re my slave. You’re my whore. Who the fuck would want to have a hot-pants slut like you for a lover anyway? You cum all over yourself at any nasty thing that happens. Shit, all you’re good for is being a slave whore. But don’t be sad. You’re a real fucking good one. This afternoon I’ll give you a fucking good chance to prove it, too.”
Rachel groaned in shame.
“Now, Mrs. Welch, there’s something that I want you to do for me,” Jack said, his voice thick with lust and contempt. “Turn around and lean back down. And stick that big, sexy ass as high as you can stick it.”
“Oh, Jack,” Rachel whimpered sadly, but she didn’t argue with his order. Tears ran down her beautiful face as she crawled around to do his bidding.
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