Gurglings began again underneath me and I heard something start with a whine that indicated it was building up pressure or momentum…like a jet winding up before takeoff. The waist band around me loosened and I gave a furtive effort at getting free before I realized the probe in my ass was now holding me in place. I wasn’t going anywhere, but I wondered why the waistband was suddenly, teasingly, loose. My question was answered when a warmth began to spread deep in my bowels. The machinery underneath me was humming along and the probe began to vibrate inside me with the onset of the warm sensation. It was actually pleasant for a brief time and then I felt a slight pang of pressure with the warmth now spreading further into me.
I looked down at my belly and noticed that my trim figure was pushing up a bit. I thought that maybe my back was arched and I tried to relax it. No, it was relaxed. I looked again and could swear my belly was getting bigger. Disbelief was swept away as I realized the Chair was filling me up with some sort of warm liquid, but for what purpose? This sure as hell wasn’t as much fun as the Pony and I had no damned idea what pleasure was supposed to come from this horrible intrusion. There was nothing I could do but sit there while the vile machine mindlessly carried out its program on me. The discomfort of the liquid began to build and it felt like I had the worst constipation of my entrie life. I gave a push to try to expel some of the liquid and the probe answered my effort with an immediate and painful thrust into my ass. The whine of what I now knew was a pump increased in intensity and my belly swelled at an accelerated rate now. It was quite uncomfortable especially now as I could feel the nozzle inside me furiously filling me like a water balloon.
My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost pregnant from the bizarre torture. It was becoming a chore to breathe as the pressure in my belly pushed up on my diaphragm. I was sweating profusely.
I was beginning to wonder if this thing was going to kill me when the probe withdrew from my ass with a jerk. My modesty held for a moment and so did my ass. I screamed as my poor, abused ass couldn’t hold back the flood inside me anymore and the entire contents of my intestines blasted out my ass with a gush. The splashing sound on the tile floor seemed to go on forever. Briefly, my nose recoiled from the odor and then the ventilation in the room kicked on. I heard a sound of water being sprayed and felt the warmth on my exposed ass cheeks and then heard the stream play about on the tile. Clearly, it was cleaning up my mess.
My belly was back to normal and I enjoyed a brief respite of relaxation. The waistband tightened up again to clue me in that this part of my ordeal wasn’t ended just yet. Fine. The warm, fresh air relieved at least part of my suffering and my sweaty body began to feel chilled. The warm water inside me had raised my temperature and now I was cooling off.
I tensed when the sound of gurgling and the probe moving about signalled the beginning of round two. The discomfort of the probe entering my ass was much less this time and it was a combination of my knowing what was happening and my body still being accustomed to the thing being inside of me. The whole process repeated itself with the waistband loosening, my belly being distended from the volume of warm water inside of me, and then the automated cleanup process following at the end of the treatment. Since I wasn’t quite so terrified this time it wasn’t so bad. Actually, it was kind of pleasant in a weird sort of way to feel so clean inside.
The whirring underneath me indicated that a third probing was going to take place and I readied myself for the inevitable intrusion into my body. Predictably, the probe slipped up into me except that this time I heard a slightly different sound for the pump mechanism. The waistband stayed secure this time so I didn’t expect another enema treatment and I frankly expected something low-key this time. I felt the squirting sensation inside me as I was being filled again with another warm liquid and then it stopped. It wasn’t a lot of liquid compared to the first two treatments so it wasn’t distressing at all. The probe didn’t withdraw this time and it remained inside me, plugging the new liquid in my body. Five, maybe ten minutes went by as I wondered what this was all about and then I felt myself swept by a wave of euphoria. My body completely relaxed and my senses became highly acute. Sounds, sight, the taste in my mouth, the feeling inside me, all of it was suddenly amplified as if a swtich had been flipped inside me. It was like wallowing in the afterglow of a great orgasm. The feeling intensified and I soon felt the world slipping away. I didn’t care as consciousness fell from me and a dark, pleasant warmth enveloped me.
Day Four
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When I awoke I felt the best I’d ever felt in years! I was so rested and so calm and now I was completely awake. The Chair was still and all of the restraints were open. My ass felt like it was back to normal and there was no presence of the probe inside me. Once the Chair had finished its program it had closed up shop without any further ado and let me sleep off the exertions.
I almost bounced up from the Chair and made my way to the panel on the wall. The displays now showed COMPLETED for Pony and Chair and they still displayed PENDING for Prisoner and Invader. Something was wrong with the display and I just couldn’t grasp what it was. You know the feeling you get from a deja vu? That’s how I felt. My disconnect from reality got worse when I looked at the time display in the bottom of the display. The last time I’d looked at the display it had said “1:32PM THURSDAY” and now it said “11:29AM FRIDAY”.
I couldn’t believe a whole day had gone by! No wonder I’d felt so rested! Remarkably, I wasn’t the least bit hungry. I didn’t even feel like I was missing my morning coffee. I did go over to a small sink and help myself to a cup of water, but then I felt great again. A whole day went by? It couldn’t have been a half-hour since the euphoria had conquered me. Could it? It took me a while to contemplate the missing time and then I moved on to thinking about getting out of the room. I still had two workstations to visit to complete the program before the solid door would be opening for me and the sooner I got it done, the better.
I had no clue which workstation was Prisoner and which was Invader. I walked around the room to see which workstations were in standby mode and I quickly identified the two of them. Prisoner was the one with all of the manacles, shackles, cables, and pulleys set on a framework by the wall and Invader was the one remaining. Prisoner would be first for me today.
In retrospect I find it odd that I was so unaware of my nudity. I’m not normally an immodest person so walking around for two days completely nude was totally out of my character. Frankly, my ex-boyfriend had never seen me nude. Come to think of it, maybe that’s part of why he’s now an ‘ex’. He once told me that I was “easy on the eyes”, and maybe I am. I’m not a big ego queen, but at 173cm tall, 34C, and 80cm at the hips I’m not bad to look at. But I’d never in my life allowed anyone to see me in all my glory. Yet now here I had been nude for two days straight and was so used to it that I didn’t even think about the terry robe that was now hanging by the door.