I agree with your Grand Mistress to let you fully take the consequences, don’t you think?” “This slave craves for fulfilling its Grand Mistress’ and Master’s wishes.” “You know what to do. And don’t be a biter.” The start signal for her tasty task…
Michelle closed her eyes, forced herself not to hesitate and opened her soft mouth widely. Master Nathan filled her oral cavity with His cock pulled freshly from the anal depths of her colon. Slowly, but steadily pressing, He soon reached the back of her throat. Her lips grabbed His meat and He pulled out some centimetres so the petite slavegirl could worship the invading part with her tongue. Being as talented with her mouth as with her opposite holes, Beauty let Master Nathan’s member rose again while she cleaned His manhood from all traces of sodomy, tasting her own arse. From time to time she overcame her revulsion and swallowed her flavoured spit, the wicked aroma nearly making her puke. The disgusting act took her two or three minutes, then the Master removed His now spotless penis.
Michelle let her head sink, the rectal odour heavy in her mouth. She knew that Grand Mistress Gillian and Master Nathan weren’t nearly through with her. The Grand Mistress circled her, letting the bit gag dangle between Her fingers. “We don’t want you biting off your talented tongue, do we?” She first slipped the bit deep into Michelle’s vagina, then set it back in its cute original place. “So it tastes a little sweeter.” Michelle sunk her teeth into the rubber layer around the steel rod and waited for her next torment.
A long and rather thick nozzle was rammed up her spent arsehole, far too deep to be pushed out by herself. She heard the Grand Mistress talk, not just to Master Nathan, but also to the increasing number of spectators. “Our sweet slave here has a little trouble with her rear hole…” The spectators laughed, knowing exactly that Michelle was innocent of her situation. “.
..so we have to take severe measures to fix this. This fluid…” Michelle gasped behind her bit as a cool liquid started to rush into her bowels.
“…is heat-activated: reaching a temperature of 28°C it will change its pH-value from ‘neutral’ to ‘low’. The delay created by this guarantees an even cleaning effect.” “How ‘low’, Grand Mistress?” someone asked from the audience.
“About the level of acetic acid.” Getting the idea, Michelle yelped and thrashed against her bounds. “If we use normal acid, especially the lower regions of her viscera, which are the first in contact, get burned, and that very badly. This technique here allows us to remove just the membranes’ inner layers, simultaneously in the whole intestines.” Michelle howled, the sound clearly audible behind the gag. She started to beg through her bit while her tender guts received more and more of the cruel enema. The watery liquid, already over one litre, crept further and further into her, now filling her lower colon completely.
Horrible cramps ripped her digestive system, trying to tear her intestines to shreds. Two litres. She felt her abdomen bulging out in earnest and screamed as her bowels were crushed between the fluid’s pressure and the unyielding horse-top. A sick sensation of bursting let her body tremble anew as the liquid forced its way into another section of her bowls. More than three litres, and Michelle was sure that her entrails were about to detonate, she KNEW that in the next second her body would tear from the inside in pure, fiery agony. After administering Her dainty slave almost five litres, Grand Mistress Gillian gave a signal to stop to the Inferior Mistress at the enema machine. Fitted with a pressure/suction pump and a number of different tanks, this machine was going to serve the Grand Mistress well.
Michelle, weeping and sobbing, tried to hold the pain in her innards bearable by not moving at all. But after a few minutes a additional sensation broke its way through her suffering; not the tearing burning of stretched tissues, but the eating burning of BURNING tissues! The young woman freaked out as she felt her colon’s inner surface melting away. This was more than pain, more than anguish, this was mindblasting agony! Master Nathan was impressed as Beauty literally exploded in her bounds, tearing at the leather holding her, ringing her sexy bells. Inhuman sounds, not being muffled by the pony gag, shot out of the poor victim while she lost control over her bladder. Another signal from Grand Mistress Gillian and the heinous chemical was sucked out of the nearly insane girl, its now dirty pink colour, caused by waste, blood and liquid flesh, visible through the clear hose.
Michelle bit down hard on her gag, then screamed again. The pain was still much more than she could bear. But in a moment of shock and total disbelieve she became silent as new pressure raped her bowels. Two and a half litres of a milder solution tortured Michelle’s viscera for nearly three minutes before they left, this time mixed to a lighter shade of pink. The third enema, three litres of pure ice-cold water, immediately gave her torturously severe cramps, but cleaned her out fully. Just the slightest traces of blood. The Grand Mistress was satisfied.
An incorrect timing, a wrong compound, staying too long inside the victim: all these contain the danger of perforating her intestines and the hazard to harm her beyond healing. Grand Mistress Gillian ran Her hand through Beauty’s hair to calm her down. With shrill, but soon dying shrieks of her broken voice the brunette had reacted to the body heated water. Now she was too exhausted to do anything else than endure the final two-litre enema in silence. The Inferior Mistress was about to let the machine suck Michelle’s bowels dry when Master Nathan made one of His highly welcomed suggestions: “Is Your blonde slave over there still thirsty?” “Yes, I think she has a dry tongue.” Grand Mistress Gillian sniggered mischievously.
She went back to Vanessa and loosened the Italian’s chains. Since the bondage horse wasn’t blocked by the awful brazier, Vanessa had been able to watch Grand Mistress Gillian and the handsome Master who had corn-holed Michelle. She had wondered (not really!) about the sadistic redhead’s strange ways to show Her love to Her favourite pet but had been understandably more busy with her own ordeal. Now she was dragged towards the sawhorse-like device Michelle was still bound onto and was pushed to her knees again behind the brunette’s sexy arse, right into the puddle of girl-urine. “Does your traitorous tongue still hurt? Though you don’t deserve it, I’ll give you the chance for some release.
” The Grand Mistress took the wide ring from Vanessa’s mouth and ripped the nozzle painfully out of Beauty’s rectum, then pressed the blonde’s head against the arse in front of her, making sure that lips and rosette met each other. Michelle didn’t need to be told to share the source of her bowel’s irrigation with the Italian. The tortured slave hurriedly expelled the warm water, striving to end her high-colonic nightmare. Vanessa tried to suppress that she was drinking right from Michelle’s rectum. She only hoped that the water could ease her oral pain. But no mercy was permitted: the pressure hurt her burns, the swallowing ground her cooked tongue and tore her blistered throat. The enema was released far too fast to be completely swallowed by Vanessa, so most of the clear water was running over her chin, onto her breasts and over her flat, sporty tummy.