A thought crossed my mind and I decided to act on it. I pulled my finger out until I was losing contact with the blade, then I withdrew the blade until the tip was opposite my finger. Maintaining as much pressure as possible, I pushed both my finger and the blade into her in unison, pinching her colon and vaginal wall between them in the process. I could feel the tissue being stretched as I pushed into her, I only wished my finger were longer. Her moans indicated that she also felt the internal stretching and her eyes were glued to the TV near her head. The camera angle wasn’t bad, the most vivid scene was my finger in her anus but my hand hid most of the blade. Only a glimpse now and then of her spread labia. I noticed that they were swelling in arousal from the double impaling so I withdrew both the blade and my finger. With my hands out of the way the picture on the TV left nothing to the imagination. Her wrinkled anus glowed with the coating of grease on it. Her lips in their swollen state showed a peek at her orifice and the clitoris, which also was swollen. I had stopped just in time, not much longer and she would have climaxed.

I folded a support under her thighs, and then rotated the fixture so she was upright in a sitting position. She was glad to be in a normal position instead of hanging upside down. Looking at the TV that showed the view from below, I noticed that the support was well below her splayed buttocks and didn’t obstruct the view or the access to her two orifices so I would leave it in place. I left her there and went into the kitchen to warm up the bottle of vegetable oil that I had purchased earlier. It was a full quart and took a few minutes to warm in the microwave oven.

Returning to the playroom, I set the bottle on the counter so she could see it, then opened a drawer and took out a glass funnel with a long stem. She knew exactly what was going to happen next. While rotating her back to the previous position I noticed that she had drained a few drops of her juices onto the floor while sitting. I would have to figure a way to plug her vagina and retain them when she was upright. If possible I wanted that cavity completely full to the top for when I finally did penetrate that tunnel with whatever part of my anatomy I chose to use.

I picked up the funnel, which looked like a martini glass without a base, and placed the tip on her glistening anus. Of course the first reaction was a quick contraction of the sphincter muscle. Then as the feeling materialized, along with the view on the TV, her anus opened to allow entry of the foreign object. A mere ¼ inch of the stem entered before she once again clamped down, preventing further progress. At this point I could have pushed down and achieved total penetration since the tip was past the main orifice, but I wanted her to accept it in its entirety. I was not disappointed; she looked at the TV and expanded her anal opening, allowing the stem to slip a little farther into her. I could hear a sigh as that happened.

I calculated that the force of gravity had achieved all that it was going to since the weight of the funnel was minimal compared to the resistance at hand. I rested the forefinger of each hand on the edge of the funnel opposite each other, and then waited for the next dilation. I didn’t wait long, a few seconds later she opened her anus and I pushed gently on the funnel. It slipped in another 2 inches, almost to the main body, and she let out a deep moan. Now for the final insertion, I had anticipated that with the clear glass funnel, some view of her inner bowels might be possible. I waited but she didn’t relax like

before, she was spasming and clenching. I looked at the TV to see if the view was clear, it was perfect, the funnel showed up in full view, the inner surface was in focus. Stiffening my fingers, I pushed down on the funnel. I watched the TV while doing this, making sure she could see it also. The funnel penetrated further and as the main bodyentered her, the tapered base spread her sphincter. The sight was awesome, Her wrinkled sphincter came into view through the glass wall, then as it penetrated farther, the wrinkles stretched out, disappearing into smooth walls to show pink flesh. The sight was a tunnel of pink flesh that disappeared into a black chasm.

Maintaining the progress obtained with pressure from only one hand to keep the funnel in place, I picked up the bottle of warm oil with the other and poured some into the funnel. The first amount flowed rapidly into her, the second filling slowed somewhat, and by the third it was down to a crawl. I kept the level to the top to maintain maximum pressure for injecting. It was slow now; the height difference was minimal compared to a bag hanging from the ceiling. The flow would increase slightly when an upward turn would fill and the flow would find a transverse portion of bowel, then as the fluid found the descending route, the level would drop rapidly. Since the pressure was almost nil, the passages were not expanding, merely filling in their collapsed state causing the fluid to penetrate deeper into her bowels, but the progress was slow. When I emptied the bottle to fill the funnel for the last time, it hardly moved. She was panting now, but the oil must have been the reason for I knew that she would be subjected to a much larger volume as the evening wore on.

I could see the results of the cramps that were developing, the view inside her anus through the funnel showed contractions of the sphincter. The level in the funnel also showed these reactions, the level would rise slightly with each spasm. No matter how violent the spasm, the force of gravity would win as evidenced by the slowly descending level of oil in the funnel. The cramps were causing some audible moans now, but I also noticed some wetness in her vaginal folds. My newfound friend enjoyed the filling of her bowels and the resulting discomfort that accompanied it. Well, I would test that commitment in the hours to come.

I watched as the level slowly dropped out of view, then in a moment of regret, removed the funnel from her anus. As the stem was being slowly withdrawn from her clenching orifice, I heard a plea, a plea for release, to be allowed to cum. Then she was begging me to allow her to void her of the fluid. I emphatically forbid that, telling her to hold it until I said she could empty herself.

Remembering my intentions of keeping her lubricating juices inside her vagina, I inserted a large butt plug into her dilated vaginal opening. Pushing it deep, I folded her labia over it and secured them with a clothespin. I knew that it would be somewhat painful under normal circumstances, but with all the other feelings coursing through her body, I doubt if she was aware of it.

She was begging in earnest now to be allowed to expel, complaining of severe cramps. I paid no attention to her pleas, instead rotating the fixture to place her in an upright position, amplifying the pressure on her sphincter. I placed my hands on either side of her head, twisting it and forcing her to look at the TV that was connected to the camera that was focused on her anus. The sight was something else, the sphincter clenching for all it was worth, deep ridges from the contractions in order to retain the oil. The visual sight intensified the need for relief, now she was begging to be allowed to purge herself.

We both watched in fascination as the orifice clenched even further, withdrawing deeper, then blossomed outward like a flower in bloom. The orifice opened and for a brief moment you could see the pink inner tissue, then a stream of oil gushed out in a heavy flow. She whimpered in embarrassment for spilling the contents of her bowels, not realizing that I had placed a container under her anticipating her loss of control. I whispered in her ear “That’s OK, I am collecting it.” Knowing that everything was in control, she concentrated on the TV. The drips forming on her anus would fall out of sight only to have others take their place. We watched, waiting for the inevitable, and shortly were rewarded. The wrinkled opening retracted inward in a spasm, then blossomed out and erupted again. Another stream shot into the pan under her. I looked down at the pan and saw nothing but clear oil, just as I expected, she had cleaned herself previously in preparation of tonight. The claim of constipation was a ruse, a means to an end. I would play along, although now that I knew the extent of her experience, the reservations I had concerning intense play were no longer of importance. From now on, it would be no holds barred.

I decided to let her rest and prepare her for what was coming. She was a nearly empty now, only short spurt with no velocity was exiting her orifice. As entertainment, I inserted a tape into the VCR that had been recording the previous actions, reminding her that what had transpired was captured on tape, and what was to come would be recorded also. I also explained that she was entitled to the only copy of her adventure tonight, but I would like one if she chose to share it with me. I heard a murmur of consent. Pressing the play button on the VCR, I explained that what she was about to see was a neighbor who required treatment, but we were just friends, no sex involved, I was her enemate so to speak.

The scene came into view, it showed the room we were presently in, the door opens and the woman enters. She is wearing a raincoat and expresses thanks for me being able to help her. I say that I haven’t had time to prepare since she didn’t give me much advance notice. She smiles and tells me that it was intentional, she enjoys watching the preparation. The scene shows me retrieving a large 4 quart bag from the cabinet, and then attaching a huge nozzle, 8 inches long and whopping 1-½ inches in diameter. It is monstrous.

I look at my trussed up captive and see that the scene on the TV mesmerizes her. The camera zooms in now on me mixing a solution of hot water, a large volume of liquid soap, and a substantial amount of glycerin that was poured directly from the bottle, not administered from the small nozzle on the cap. The mixture is stirred, and then poured into the bag that is hanging from a stand attached to the counter. The bag swells as it is filled, becoming grotesque, as imposing as the nozzle attached to the tube connected to the bottom of it. The scene shifts to the woman in the raincoat. She is watching, fascinated, then slowly removes her coat. It drops to the floor, her attention never leaves the sight of the bulging bag, and she is totally nude. Her hands rise to pinch her large nipples. She is somewhat over-weight, but voluptuous like a Ruben siren.

The camera pans back to show a larger scene, me picking up the bag and hanging it on a hook from the ceiling, very high, the tubing barely reaching the floor. The woman moves until she is directly under the bag, then turns and kneels on the floor. She has her back to the camera; she then bends down, placing her shoulders on the floor, squashing her pendulous breasts. Hands reach around and pull her buttocks apart showing an object in her anus. The camera zooms in to fill the screen with her buttocks and legs, then my hand comes into view, grasping the object and pulling on it. The scene is somewhat hidden, but the object withdraws from her and turns out to be a dildo, 1 inch in diameter with a smaller diameter at the end that her anus had clamped down on, insuring that it had remained in place. More and more of it exits her anus, it continues to exit until all 10 inches pops out. Her hands are still holding her buttocks apart, with the center of attention being her dilated anus. Now the view shows the huge nozzle, glistening from the thick coating of grease, then the tip being pressed against the waiting orifice.

It appears to be in slow motion, the nozzle presses in, the skin of her anus being stretched. The tissue has lost all of its original color now, the wrinkles pulled taunt, the excess grease building up in a ridge of protective screening, hiding the view of the most severe stretching. Hands pull harder on the buttocks and moans are heard from the prostate figure. Now even the ridge of grease can’t hide the trauma of the sphincter being grossly expanded. Just about the time one would expect the tissue to tear, the nozzle reaches maximum diameter and slips inside for a short distance. Everything comes to a halt, no movement anywhere, even the hands pulling the buttocks are still, but the flesh is still being drawn taunt.

Movement resumes, the nozzle is penetrating, going deeper and deeper, slowly it disappears into the distended orifice until all of it is buried within her. The camera pans back to show the whole room, then the valve is opened fully and the bag starts draining. Her hands leave her buttocks and one now concentrates on her swollen labia, fingers delving inside to give relief from the erotic feelings generated by the impaling. The other grabs a nipple and starts to squeeze and twist it violently. As the bag empties, the stimulation on the vaginal area increases, her hand is in a blur now. Just as the bag empties completely, a hand comes into view drawing her hand away, commanding it to resume its place on her buttock, accompanied by the other to spread the globes for the withdrawal of the nozzle. Her sex is swollen now and wet with juices, dilated from the ministrations of her hand and the feeling of the filling. It rhythmically contracts in the throes of passion, giving glimpses of the wet walls within.

The nozzle is withdrawn and she clamps down with all her strength to prevent the solution from escaping. Dribbles find their way out, but they are minimal. Now the dildo is at the entrance of her bowel, and is being pushed in. The stretching of the anal ring to accommodate it is passe’ compared to the insertion of the nozzle. As the object nears the point of full penetration, the smaller diameter is reached and the contracting sphincter pulls it all the way in.

She stands and turns around, showing her distended stomach from the excessive filling. Hands help her on with her coat and she leaves. I look at my captive partner, she is licking her lips in a state of arousal, nipples are hard and her cunt would be dripping if I hadn’t plugged it to retain the juices. They would be mandatory for what I planned to do to her later. I pulled out the equipment I planned to use on her next, making sure she would be able to observe in detail what was coming next.

I took out a stainless steel mixing bowl, the 3-quart bag, the ½ inch colon tube, 2 packets of Castille soap, and a bottle of glycerin. I filled the bowl with hot water and dumped the 2 packets of soap in it, allowing them to dissolve. The temperature was too hot for my hand so I used a ladle to stir it. She noticed the temperature and made mention of it. I ignored her, not telling her that it would be a while before it made its way deep inside her, and would have cooled off by then.

There was a short stand attached to the side of the cabinet to which I hung the bag. It was positioned so that the bag was over the sink, the purpose to catch any spillage while the bag was being filled. I took the ladle and scooped up some of the steaming solution, pausing so she could see it, then poured it into the open top. The solution ran down into the bag and out the hose at the bottom. When the flow was constant I clamped the hose and continued filling the bag. The ladle was not that big and it took a long time to fill the bag. The bag slowly took shape and started to bulge, the time interval made the bag look larger than it was. She was fidgeting and spoke, “I don’t think I can hold all of that.” “Oh you will, no matter how long it takes, believe me.”

The bag was full now, the suds spilling over the edge and the eyelet it was hanging from threatening to rip out. I gently lifted it to the hook in the ceiling; it was at a height that permitted rapid injection if so desired. Her eyes traveled from the suspended bag down to the hose that had the clamp at the end, a shiver coursed through her. There would be more than shivers later. I uncoiled the colon tube, allowing it to hang straight down so she could see its total length. She knew that it would be inserted completely inside her, what she didn’t know was that I intended to insert it totally before I allowed any fluid in. Without the aid of the fluid to expand the bowel, it would take longer, but my reason for doing so would become apparent shortly.

I inserted a small funnel into the end of the tube, then picked up the other end and held both ends at equal height with the tube hanging down in a u shape. I picked up the bottle of glycerin and began filling the tube. It took a lot of the liquid to fill the tube because of its length, but eventually the thick oil began to run out the hole in the end. I set the bottle down and clamped off the tube near the end with the hole, then allowed the tube to hang straight down from the funnel. I removed the funnel and attached the tube to the hose. I opened the clamp on the hose so the air bubble could travel upward to the bag. It did and was evidenced by a blob of suds being forced over the edge of the top of the bag. I clamped the hose and removed the clamp on the tube, as I expected, a small amount of the glycerin dripped out, but the bulk of it was still in the tube and would remain there until the soapy water forced it out. I think she finally realized that the first thing injected into her would be the undiluted glycerin, a powerful expulsion agent.

I opened a new tube of K-Y jelly and filled my right hand with it. Holding the tube in front of her, I began covering it with the jelly, working slowly to make sure it was covered on all sides and along its entire length. I took longer than necessary to lube it, wanting her to watch the process and to think of where it was going, to think of how deep in her bowels the glycerin would be injected, and how intense the cramps would be. It was working; she was moaning now and ripples of muscle spasms traveled through her, her anus contracting in a rhythmic pulse.

I set the tube on the counter and rotated the fixture so she was lying on her back with her spread legs sticking straight up in the air. I moved the TV so she could watch the impaling and adjusted the camera so that the whole screen was taken up by her spread buttocks and clamped vaginal lips. The center of attention was the shiny greased hole of her anus.

The next thing to come into view was my finger, which pushed into anus easily. Then I withdrew it back to the first knuckle, placed the end of the colon tube alongside it and pushed both into her. Holding the tube to prevent it from slipping out, I pulled my finger out of her leaving the tube embedded about an inch in her anus. I let her rest a moment, then grasped the tube and began pushing it into her. It slipped in a couple of inches then came to a stop. I twisted the tube while maintaining pressure and it found its way past the restriction. I stopped again to allow her experience the whole insertion; we had plenty of time. I resumed the penetration. The next 10 inches traveled easily up her colon until it reached the first turn, then stopped once again. I noticed her breathing had become ragged and in short gasps. I stopped and allowed her to calm down, touching her breast in a reassuring way and whispering words of encouragement. When she had calmed down, I gave the tube a half twist to the left, and then while applying pressure; I gave a half twist to the right working it around the first turn. She had been watching the manipulations and her gasp indicated that she felt the tip start across the transverse colon. I pushed slightly on the tube and listened to her moan as she felt the progress deep in her bowel. Perspiration broke out on her, but at the same time I noticed that she was aroused. Her anal sphincter was constantly busy, I was sure her vaginal sphincter was equally in a state of frenzy; however it was hidden by the clamped shut labia.

Slowly I pushed the tube into her until it came to the next turn; this one would be a little harder to maneuver through. I used both hands to twist the tube, causing continuos rotating motion, first in one direction until the tubing became too tangled, then reversing direction. By the third change in direction, the tip finally slipped around the turn. I saw her jump when the tube finally entered the next straight section of bowel deep inside her. I let her rest for a moment because I wanted her to experience the final penetration. When she had calmed down, I placed my hand near the end of the tube where it connected to the hose, then while guiding it with the other hand pushed it all the way inside her. She let out a moan and said, “Oh, I’ve never had anything that deep inside of me, please, please make me cum.” I replied, “All in good time, but before pleasure, there must be a little discomfort.”