Author: Paddles

I always ran this route. Two miles of back streets, three times a week. Slowing some going up the hill to save a little for a quarter-mile sprint at the end. Runner ahead of me. Large man with a long stride, but I was gaining on him, would pass him before the hilltop. Too dark to see his face as I passed, neither of us spoke. Then, a blow from the back, powerful arms around my chest, heavy body falling on top of me. No words, a wad of cloth pressed to my face, thick, sweet smell of ether, too winded to hold my breath, then ...

Slightly nauseous, dark, eyes covered, lying on my back with arms tied above my head. Something around my neck keeps me from raising my head. My ankles tied wide apart. I'm lying on a hard flat surface, tilted with my head slightly higher than my feet. Sounds of someone or perhaps two people walking around me. I try my voice, "Where am I?" No response.

A draft passes over me. I realize my running outfit is gone. Sports bra and panties too. My skin feels warm as if strong lights are trained on me. I try again. "Where am I?" I ask, but still no reply. Then the sound of a camera shutter, six or eight times from different directions and footsteps of someone walking around me.

The camera sounds stop and gentle hands move the cuffs from my ankles to my knees. Then, slowly my knees are drawn up and toward my head. I can feel the warm lights on my crotch and butt. The camera sounds start again. Gentle pressure on my anus. A fingertip perhaps. I try to scream but no sound comes out. The finger rubs gently in a circle, the camera shutter clicks faster now. Then, more pressure. No use to resist. It slides in, spreading a lubricant into the opening. The sensation is terrifying and at the same time erotic. I almost wish it would not stop. After several more strokes it is withdrawn. I breathe again, my heart pounding, who? - what? - what next?

The shutter sounds speed up now. More pressure on my anus. Something hard and larger than the finger slides into me. I can feel it now. A stream of water rushing into me. Strong but not painful at first but the pressure soon builds. I feel my abdomen filling more and more, the camera moving from place to place, clicking at each stop. When I feel I can hold no more, the flow suddenly stops and the nozzle is slowly withdrawn from my anus. The camera still recording every few seconds.

The first and only voice I have heard is the one word, "Expel."

It almost was unnecessary as the pressure was now all that I could hold. Reluctantly at first and then in great gushes that could not be controlled, my intestine emptied itself, going where I did not know and could not control. The camera still recording every few seconds each squirt and gush.

The camera shutter stopped and I could hear water running. One or two people walking around, the sound of a bucket being emptied. A warm wet cloth gently washed my bottom. I could smell the scent of lavender soap and feel the soft towel drying me off. The ropes holding my legs were lowered so that my legs lay back on the table. Suddenly the ether soaked cloth covered my face again. Holding my breath as long as possible but had to choke in the fumes. Then...

That dizzy nauseous feeling again. Dark, but the blindfold is gone and I am face down on grass. My arms are free and I quickly check. I am dressed in my jogging suit again lying only a few feet from where I was tackled. I stagger to my feet and slowly jog toward home. No sprint tonight. I'll need to shower and go to bed. It is quite late.