by Kitten Darling

The three women emerged from the laundry room together, talking and laughing as they headed for the elevator. They all lived in an apartment building for single women and had run into each other in the laundry room. The sound of the service elevator stopped them and they all looked down the corridor to see Greg, the super, emerge, pulling a quite willing Amy, another tenant, with him. They couldn't keep their hands off each other as they headed for the super's tool room across the corridor from the service elevator. The door to the tool room shut behind them. The presence of the three shocked women went unnoticed.

"That bastard!" exclaimed Michelle.

"Yeah! What's he doing with her?" Yvonne chimed in.

"Wait until he wants something from me next time!" Brenda interjected.

The three of them looked at each other, each one realizing what the other was implying. Shock, then anger overcame them. Michelle held up her hand for silence and ushered the others into the elevator.

"Obviously, he had us all fooled," she said as the elevator began to ascend with the three women inside.

Brenda leaned against the wall. "How stupid could I have been?" She was in a state of total shock.

Yvonne, being the oldest, put her arm around Brenda, the youngest, and gave her a slight hug. "He had us ALL fooled, Brenda. His ego is bigger than his cock!"

All three chuckled. "So what can we do about it?" Brenda asked, obviously still upset.

Michelle thought a moment. A big evil grin formed on her face. "Let's meet tonight in my apartment, girls. I've got an idea!"

That night, while drinking several bottles of wine, the women put together a plan. Next Friday night couldn't come fast enough for them.

Greg kissed Brenda's neck and breathed in her ear. "Oh, baby!" His lips traveled down her neck and over her shoulder. Brenda tried her best to control her gag reflex. She loathed him at the moment. What spirited her on was THE PLAN. She faked a moan and pressed herself against him. His hand pulled her sweater over her shoulder and his lips kissed the exposed skin. His other hand maneuvered its way up her sweater and lightly touched a nipple. Brenda closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch. She had to play along. Had to play the game to get him into THE PLAN. She really wanted to scream.

Greg kissed and fondled her. Her faked moans went on and got louder with his play. The more she moaned, the hotter he got. His cock pressed against his pants, her hand rubbing it through the material. The friction caused it to throb for release. He moved to unzip his pants for her, but she stopped him. "Let's play in the basement tonight, Greg, so no one will hear us." Her lips pressed against his in a bruising kiss.

"Sure, baby!" Greg jumped up from the couch, eager to play in his "play room" as he called it. He pulled her up by her hand and moved them swiftly through the door and to the service elevator. Once in the elevator, Greg's hands slid up Brenda's inner thighs toward her pussy. His mouth crashed down on hers, pinning her against the wall of the elevator.

The elevator stopped at the bottom and Brenda felt relief course through her. Greg fumbled with the elevator door and pulled her toward the tool room. Brenda couldn't help wonder how many women he had brought there over the years he was super of the building. The opening of the door brought her out of her reverie. THE PLAN was about to begin.

Greg entered the room first, reaching for the light switch. His hand switched on the light but nothing happened. "What?" he asked himself aloud as he played with the switch. No lights came on in the room. Brenda entered behind him and closed the door, The room was in total darkness. "Open the damn door, Brenda, so I can see!" Greg barked, his passion gone for the moment.

Brenda giggled and locked the door behind her. Greg heard the click of the lock and swung around to her. A bright spotlight shone on him at that moment. "Don't you dare touch her!" Michelle's voice rang out behind the light. As Greg turned toward the voice, Brenda moved away from the door. She squatted in the corner, away from the action. She had done her part. It was now time for the other two women to take over.

Greg was overwhelmed by what was happening, he was in shock. He didn't realize Yvonne was at his ankles until he felt the shackles tighten around them. He reached out to push her away but Michelle had come up behind him and she swiftly cuffed his hands as she pulled them in front of him. He had been caught off guard by the two women. He knew they were into self defense but he tried to get away from them anyway. His eyes caught the bright spotlight and he closed them against the brightness. Taking advantage of the situation, the women pushed him toward the center of the room, where a saw horse stood.

They stopped him at the saw horse and began tearing at his clothes. With the cuffs and shackles on, the women had to use scissors to cut off his clothes. Greg began to protest and Michelle placed a ball gag in his mouth. "Shut up, you whore!" Michelle yelled at him. "You are NOT allowed to speak! Welcome to YOUR nightmare, Greg!"

Yvonne and Michelle cuffed his legs to the saw horse's legs, being careful so Greg didn't get away. Greg fought them as they bent him over the horse, but the women were stronger. Michelle cuffed one hand to the leg of the horse before they released him from his cuffs. Together they moved his other arm to the other leg and attached it. His mumbling could be heard behind the ball gag.

Michelle stood behind him. In her hand was a large thick waffle paddle. As Greg struggled and mumbled, Michelle took aim and swung the paddle. The air whistled through the holes and then there was a loud crack as she hit his buttocks squarely. Greg cried out behind his gag. The air whistled again and the crack was louder this time. Michelle cried out, "Take it like the man you think you are, Greg! The first one is from me. The second from Yvonne. And now," the paddle whistled again and hit him so hard, the saw horse moved a bit, "one from Brenda!"

His buttocks were bright red and Michelle could see the welts forming where the holes were in the paddle. Watching him from the front, Yvonne could see his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every swat from the paddle. After the last swat, Greg laid there limp. His breathing was deep and labored. Yvonne picked up his head by pulling his hair. Greg's eyes looked up at her. They were dull and glazed. She laughed and let his head drop back down.

Michelle walked around to face Greg. He lifted his head to look at her. His eyes had a fire in them, his anger finally showing. He struggled to speak, but the gag muffled his words. Michelle laughed. Putting her face in close to his, she began, "Greg, this is our way of saying how much we've enjoyed your SOLE company since each of us has moved into this building. This is our way of showing gratitude."

She stood and turned away from him. She and Yvonne moved out of his line of vision. His anger increased at them. He struggled harder at his bindings. Suddenly his buttocks met with the paddle again. "Stay still!" Yvonne yelled. Greg's buttocks stung from the first paddling. The latest swat sent waves of pain through his body. Suddenly, realizing the women meant business, a trickle of fear began to eat at the edges of his anger.

His fear ate way at his anger as he heard the women moving around behind him. He felt someone behind him and felt his buttocks being pulled apart. He tried to struggle but his anus was invaded by a large object. Although well lubricated, Greg felt pain as the object broke through his tight anus.

Yvonne held the large bulbous nozzle in her hand and shoved it into Greg's anus. Holding the nozzle in place, she reached up and opened the clamp to the enema hanging from the ceiling. She heard the water traveling through the hose and into his waiting rectum. She saw him flinch as the hot, very soapy water began to fill him. His breathing told her he was beginning to cramp already. She also knew that the 2 quarts she had prepared was more than he could handle. She laughed inwardly as she watched him move around to try to rid himself of the cramps.

As Greg became fuller, he became more vocal behind his gag. Yvonne shook the enema bag as it emptied, making sure the soap went into Greg. His growls behind the gag let her know he was feeling the last of the water and soapy solution enter his rectum. Holding the nozzle in him, she could feel him pushing against it, trying to dislodge it. Yvonne swatted his buttock with her hand. The slap resounded around the room. Greg struggled beneath her.

"If you insist on struggling, Greg." Yvonne began, "I'll have no other choice but to give you another soapy enema. And next time I won't go so easy on the soap!" She swatted his buttock again. Greg continued to struggle and push against the nozzle. The cramps were tearing at his insides. He pushed as hard as he could and felt the nozzle move a little. Water began to seep out around the edges of the nozzle. Greg pushed with all his might and the nozzle slipped around Yvonne's hand and popped out of him. Water spurted from his anus, splashing his legs and the floor. Yvonne jumped out of the way of his mess.

"MY, goodness, Greg!" Michelle said to his face, picking up his head by his hair. "Look how dirty you are inside! We'll just have to do something about that!" She let his head drop and walked away laughing.

Greg didn't care what they were doing. As he pushed the water from his rectum, his stomach began to feel better. His body shook and sweat broke out over his body as he expelled. He heard them behind him. As he emptied, fear began to creep into his body. The unknown always scared him; he liked being in control.

"Dirty! Dirty!" Michelle said as she opened the flow on the hose. Water sprayed against Greg and the floor, cleaning the expelled enema. Besides the water being cold, the needles from the spray stung Greg's skin. He found and yelled behind his gag. Michelle continued to spray him and the floor until the water ran clean. Greg shivered from the cold.

Yvonne moved behind him and hung a larger enema from the fixture. From the end of the hose was attached a double inflatable nozzle nozzle. Yvonne lubricated the inner balloon and began to stuff it in Greg's anus. "This nozzle will keep you from having another accident, Greg. I'm sorry that had to happen. Now you need a stronger solution and more water to help clean you out. You are just as dirty inside as your mind!" The balloon popped inside him and she began to inflate the balloon.

Greg felt the growing in his rectum and he struggled against his bindings. He felt like he was going to burst. The outer balloon started to inflate and Greg could feel his buttocks being pushed apart. He tried to cry out for Yvonne to stop, but the gag prevented any of his words to reach the room. He sighed as the balloons stopped inflating. Suddenly, hot very soapy water rushed into his rectum and the burning from the soap began. Tears sprang to his eyes from the burning and the rush of the hot water in his bowels. Cramps filled his belly suddenly. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything but what was happening to him. The burning and cramping kept his mind focused on reality.

The water seemed to flow into him forever, but it finally stopped. Greg could feel the soapy water churning in his belly. Wave after wave of strong cramps filled him. The nozzle made him feel fuller. Behind him, Yvonne put her hands on his buttocks and began to move him side to side. "How's that feel, Greg? Feel like you're being cleaned out inside?"

Sweat rolled down his face. He couldn't bear the cramps much longer. They caused his whole body to convulse. He tried to push out the nozzle but it stayed right where it was. His mind kept saying please, please over and over again. After fifteen minutes of agony, Greg felt the balloons being deflated and the inflatable nozzle being pulled from him. Water rushed from him. He felt it spatter his legs. "Look at all that soap!" exclaimed Michelle before she giggled and slapped his buttock.

"Getting cleaner, Greg," Yvonne stated.

Yvonne took down the enema bag and went to the sink again. She cleaned the equipment with Michelle's help. She filled the bag with plain hot water as Michelle turned the hose on Greg. Yvonne attached the douche nozzle to the hose this time. She carried the enema over and hung it again. Michelle moved away and said, "All yours."

Yvonne stepped up behind him, lubing the nozzle. She pulled apart his buttocks and slipped her finger into his anus, lubricating passage for the nozzle. Greg's cock began to dance at the feel of her finger sliding into him. He tried to will it down, but it just kept hardening. A moan escaped into his gag. Yvonne withdrew her finger and slipped the nozzle just inside his anus and opened the clamp. As the water flowed into him, he could feel it flowing over his prostate. The warmth penetrated him and his excitement increased. Michelle noticed his cock hardening. She squatted in front of him. Greg lifted his head and looked at her. She smiled and grabbed his cock in her fist, squeezing hard. Greg tightened his face at the pain, but a new current raced through his body. Her touch was making him more excited.

Yvonne noticed his hard cock too. She began to play with the nozzle, sliding it in and out of him, moving it up and down so the flow would wash over his prostate. Greg felt Michelle let go of his cock. He watched her walk away then back quickly, holding something in her hand. She held out her hand to him. A metal cock ring lay in her hand. Greg's excitement grew at the feel of her hands putting the ring over his cock and pulling his balls through. The tightness of the ring made his cock throb harder. Michelle stood again and moved away. Greg felt the last of the enema flow into him. His belly was rolling with the mixture of the soap from the previous enema and the plain water.

Yvonne pulled the nozzle from him and replaced it with something large that ripped at his anus as it entered him. He cried out as a pleasurable warmth filled him as the pain traveled through his body. Yvonne held the gigantic butt plug in his rectum and told him, "Now you must hold your water, Greg." She began to move the plug around inside him, churning the water at his anus, ready to come out. The cramping became stronger as he was made to hold the water. They weren't as bad as they had been but they made him shake and his belly churn.

Finally, the plug was pulled from his anus and his buttock was slapped hard. "Expel!" cried Yvonne. Greg didn't wait, he let the water flow from him, not caring where it went.

"Good, boy," said Michelle from behind him.

As he pushed the water from himself, he heard the two women walk away from him and the water running again. He moaned. He didn't want anymore enemas. He was tired now and his cock throbbed. The cock ring pressing into him made the throbbing just bordering on pain. What scared Greg the most was that he was excited with the pain and the enemas. And the idea of these women doing to him what THEY wanted and him not knowing what was coming next. The cold water washed over him from the hose. It decreased his excitement but his cock remained hard in the ring.

Again, Yvonne slipped the douche nozzle into him and let the water flow. She directed the flow of the hot water over his prostate. Greg's excitement soared back to where it had been. Michelle squatted in front of him again. In her hands she showed him two nipple clamps. His cock dripped pre-cum as Michelle crawled under him and touched his erect nipples. His body tingled as she attached the clamps to him. His nipples instantly became more sensitive and, as she ran her fingers over the exposed nipple, Greg felt like exploding. His engorged cock throbbed harder and bobbed for attention too. The enema flowed into him fast and again the butt plug stretched his anus and invaded his rectum with the water.

Michelle played with his nipples as he held the water. He moaned around the gag. Again, Yvonne pulled the butt plug from him and the water rushed from his rectum. The feeling of the water being released increased Greg's desire. He could feel the sensations to the core of his cock. His nipples ached from the clamps and he missed Michelle's fingers playing with them. He pushed the water quickly from himself in anticipation of the next round with the women.

To his surprise, after he had been hosed down, Michelle walked in front of him and faced him. He looked up at her and began to shake with fear again. Michelle stood there wearing a strap-on dildo. It stuck straight out from her body and he thought it was menacing looking. He tried to protest against the gag. Michelle began to stroke her "cock" and laugh.

"What's the matter, Greg? Looks like you like anal stimulation. I thought you might like a little bit more." She began to spread KY on the "cock" as she stroked it. The lubrication glistened in the light.

Michelle started to walk behind Greg but a small voice rang out in the room. "Wait!" Brenda jumped to her feet and ran to Michelle. "Please let me do this?" Her eyes sparkled.

Michelle and Yvonne looked at each other over Greg. Michelle smiled broadly. "Of course you can, honey." She removed the strap-on as Brenda removed her clothing. Michelle was surprised at Brenda. She hadn't wanted to partake only watch from the get go. Michelle was proud of the young woman.

Wearing the strap-on and naked, Brenda stood in front of Greg and began to play with her nipples. "Greg, I want to pay you back for all the pleasure you've given me over the last few months I've been seeing you."

Greg moaned as she walked behind him. He felt her hands pull his buttocks wide. Michelle and Yvonne stood to the side and watched in wonder as Brenda plunged her "cock" to the hilt into Greg's rectum. They could hear him howling behind his gag.

Brenda began to slide in and out of his rectum very slowly. She could feel him struggling beneath her. When she was in to the hilt, she moved around inside him, trying to push herself into him deeper. She began to increase her speed. The lubrication made the dildo slide easily and it was easy for her to push in farther with her every thrust.

Against his will, Greg became more stimulated with her thrusting. His breathing became labored as he felt his orgasm approach. He tried willing it away but the cock in his rectum kept sliding over his prostate faster and faster. His cock throbbed more and more. Pre-cum dribbled from his cock. Sweat began to run down his face and his legs turned to jelly as his cock cried out for release. Suddenly, his cock spewed his hot cum onto the floor beneath him. Greg cried out "No! No!" behind the gag.

Brenda didn't stop. Her motions were frenzied. She pushed deeper and deeper into Greg's rectum. All her anger at him was being pushed deep inside of him by her "cock". She could tell he was cumming but she couldn't stop. She began to remove the dildo and slam it back into him. Over and over. Greg was trying to scream behind the gaga as he felt another wave of orgasm pass through his body. Again, his hot cum splattered the floor beneath him.

Realizing Greg was spent, Michelle and Yvonne stopped Brenda's violent thrusts into Greg. Brenda stepped back and Michelle removed the strap-on. Yvonne moved around to the front of Greg and squatted down. He looked at her with sad eyes. They had broken him; the women had won.

Once again fear ate at him as he heard a knock on the door. Yvonne stood while Michelle opened the door. Greg could hear movement behind him but couldn't make out any of the sounds. He heard footsteps approach as Yvonne moved away from him. "Second shift has arrived, Greg," Annie's voice rang out in the room.

Greg looked up to see Annie, another tenant, standing in front of him holding a bulging enema bag in one hand and a dildo nozzle in the other. "I think you need a nice hot soapy enema!"

KS 11/99

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