a fictional story

I had checked into the motel ahead of time to get the room setup and ready. I chose an efficiency unit mainly for the use of a microwave which I could see being advantageous.

I brought in all my necessary items and then went down to the lounge where we had agreed to meet. I had suggested this since it gave her a chance to change her mind. The situation was a BDSM session, one which she had never encountered, but desired. The meeting was a way out if she changed her mind.

I saw her sitting at a booth in the lounge, drinking a glass of wine. I avoided her sight line and settled the bill with the bartender, and then walked up to where she was sitting. I didn’t say anything, she stood and I grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the room. Once inside with the door locked, I grabbed her by the hair, bent her head back and kissed her, driving my tongue deep in her mouth. She relaxed and molded herself to me. I had noticed that she had followed instructions and wore only a blouse and skirt, at least I assumed so, I could tell she had no bra on.

I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and reached up to find an already aroused nipple. Grabbing it with my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing it. Gently at first, but slowly increasing the pressure until I knew there was some pain. She seemed to melt even more against me, indicating she was accepting anything I wished to do to her. When my thumb and finger could no longer increase the pressure, I gave the nipple a violent half twist, causing a gasp, yet no cry of asking me to stop. This was going to be a fun afternoon. I released her nipple, then knelt before her and pulled her skirt down. As requested, she had nothing on underneath it. Without asking, she spread for my inspection. There was evidence of moisture between her labia, indicating the arousal was not faked, she enjoyed the nipple torture. There would be more of that later.

I slipped a finger into her cunt to moisten it, then reaching back, pressed it on her anus. She clenched at first, but then relaxed allowing it to enter. I always enjoyed the soft folds of the anal passage, the clenching and moans when I felt deep, pressing against the vaginal wall. I could have played there longer, but it was time to prepare her for my next adventure.

I took her into the bathroom where I had set out some of the items to be used. She looked at the array and never having seen anything like them, had no idea what was going to happen. The first thing was to position her. I folded a towel as a cushion for her knees, and indicated she was to kneel which she did. I folded another towel and bent her over so her head rested on it. I then pulled her arms back and using Velcro, strapped her wrists to her ankles, and then pushed her knees as far apart as they would go. With her in position, I commenced to prepare for the next phase. I made sure she could see what I was doing, then picked up the colon tube and began lubricating all 30 inches of it. Her eyes got big as she realized where it was going.

With that done, I picked up the antique Clystra I had found, a formidable looking thing, a large cylinder with a plunger, similar to a syringe except it had a fitting on the end and would hold a quart of fluid. I filled it with the baby oil I had heated in the microwave, and then attached the tube.

She shivered as I knelt behind her, and then gasped as I placed the end of the tube on her anus. I applied a little pressure and waited. Her arousal and curiosity took over and she expanded the opening allowing entrance. I pushed about 6 inches into her and waited to see her reaction. The foreign object produced a small cramp which she indicated with a moan. I pushed more in until I felt it reach the turn of the bowel. It worked its way around the turn and started across the transverse colon. The feeling was something she had never felt before, and she panted in response. There was another turn, and then it was deep inside her. Now for the fun. I pushed on the plunger to inject a fair amount of oil. The feeling of the warm oil so deep inside her caused her to flinch and close her knees together, as if to stop it. I pushed them back apart and attached a spreader bar to keep them there.

I decided to get the job over with. I slowly pushed the plunger all the way in, causing moans and grunts from her. I knew the entire bowel was now filled with the warm oil. I reached under her to feel the distended stomach, and grasped a nipple at the same time. I enjoyed the sight of the tube buried in her and the muscle contractions from the cramps which were intensifying now.

When the ordeal was becoming too uncomfortable for her, I decided to give her relief. I pulled her up so she was hunched over on the toilet. I started to slowly pull the tube out of her. The feeling deep inside her and the rubbing on her sphincter caused her to gasp. I took my time, wanting her to feel exactly what had been done to her. When the tube was out, I pulled her legs up so she was now sitting on the seat and her knees straight out. The upright position as well as gravity was making it very difficult to hold the oil in.

I pulled her head towards me and said, “I know you would prefer privacy while expelling, but I am going to stay here and make you suck my cock to keep me hard”. With that said, I pulled her mouth onto my cock. Just then the first of many streams shot out of her.

When she was empty, I placed her back on the towels, knees and shoulders, ass high and legs spread. I moved behind her and placed my left hand on the side of her face, then pushed it into the towel, holding her secure. The tip of my cock found her oily anus; I loved the feel of the ring clenching. She was rhythmically squeezing and relaxing. With a slight steady pressure, the orifice slowly allowed the head to gain entrance. I hadn’t applied any lube to my cock; I wanted to use the residual oil inside her. The head had wiped off the oil at the entrance and progress was stopped. I waited and felt her innards react, then pulled my cock out quickly which was followed by a small stream of oil which coated it. A thrust and I was back inside, the coating allowed some further penetration. I continued the act, yanking out, a small gush of oil, and then back in. A lot farther this time, maybe two more times and I would be all the way in. I held it inside a little longer, making the tunnel feel it, then pulled out and slammed it back in. This time was a success. The timing produced a small gush and the orifice couldn’t recover, I was deep inside her. I didn’t move, preferring to stay buried in her. I reached around and slipped two fingers from each hand into her now wet cunt. Burying them deep, I pulled sideways, gaping her pussy. I could feel the muscle stretching through the membrane on my cock. With both her orifices spread now, I began a slow fucking of her ass.

My buried fingers were a perfect anchor to pull against. Pulling out until only the head was in, then pulling with arms and thrusting with hips, slamming my cock all the way in. With the rhythmic pistoning of my cock going in and out of her ass, I could feel that the residual oil was working its way down to the lower bowel. My cock was sloshing in the pool forming there. The feeling was awesome, a warm liquid sheath that I repeatedly plunged into.

It was now time to make a decision. I was near cumming, should I inject it into her, or pull out and empty into her mouth? I decided to add my fluids to those building inside her. It would add to the discomfort of the need to evacuate.

With one last thrust, I let go, the rush of cum exploding through the vein of my cock and into her added to the orgasm, causing repeated spurts until I was empty. As I was getting soft, I reached over and got the inflatable butt plug. I yanked my cock out and immediately pushed the plug inside. With two fingers from my left hand buried in her cunt, I began pumping to expand the plug. I could feel the membrane expanding and pushing on my fingers. When she started squirming and the membrane was pushing my fingers against her g-spot, I quit.

I untied her wrists, helped her up and put her on the bed on her back, the position for the next phase.

I decided to do something I hadn’t done in a long time, zipper someone. I didn’t think she had ever been zippered nor even knew what it was. I watched her eyes as I pulled the string of clothespins out of the bag. As a novelty, instead of relying on a piece of twine, I had connected them together with a small chain. There were more than enough for her moderate breasts.

She got the idea as I placed the first one on the side of her right breast, at the base of the flesh. The next one went alongside it, one after the other up and across the tender flesh. I made sure that the spacing allowed for one to be directly on the nipple. I continued applying them, down the right breast, across between them, back up and over the left breast. It looked like a picket fence across her tits.

She was squirming now from the pain, which would subside, only to return ten-fold. I shoved two fingers in her cunt, curling them to rub on her G-spot, something to take her mind off of the burning across her breasts. It didn’t take long for her legs to violently raise her hips off the bed, attempting to increase the fire in her cunt. I pulled my fingers out of her which produced a moaning “No”.

She was very aroused, even thrusting her zippered chest at me for attention. It was time. I placed my left hand over her mouth to muffle the scream as well as keep her secured. I reached across and grabbed the end of the clamps. She sensed something was going to happen, but had no idea how intense it would be.

I yanked the string of clamps off, the sequential clacking of the wooden clamps sounding like a monstrous zipper. Her body was thrashing about from the pain. I removed my hand from her mouth and pushed down on her pelvis, and while she was receded into another world, I worked my hand into her cunt, forming a fist once inside. She never felt a thing, but soon would.