Archive-name: Bondage/satnite5.txt

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Archive-title: An Interesting Saturday Night - Part 5 of 5





    Hell, I needed a break from all the sitting I just had the

unfortunate pleasure of experiencing.  I was getting groggy from

all of the punishment.  But I want to get back to tell you the

rest of the story including the finish.



    They were nice enough to give me all of my break and

even a bit more.  Having all this extra time off was making

me wonder what was going to happen next.  I didn't know that

it was getting late (or early, depending on how you looked at

it).  They had been at this most of the night now and I was

getting worn down pretty well, so all I wanted was to get it

over with.  I only had one more man to please, and he had already

had me suck him off and had watched the others do what they did.

So I couldn't see what he could want, if anything.



    Well he came to the center of the room where the four of

us were standing and looked me over.   He reached down and pressed

against the lower part of my stomach and stuck his forefinger

just inside me.   He started rubbing me between my legs and then

patted the lower part of my stomach once again.  He wasn't making

any sense, but I knew that he had something in mind for sure.



    Looking over at the Bitch, he asked, "Did you ask her husband

how much she can hold during an enema?"



    "Yes", the Bitch replied,  "He said she's back up to almost

a gallon now when she is empty."



    "What do you mean by almost a gallon?", he asked.



    "Well, she can take all but about a pint, but on a good day

she can take a whole gallon", she answered.



    "Okay, is she empty?"



    "Yes", she came here that way and we made sure ourselves."



    "Well, I want you to properly display her and put that funny

looking nozzle in her and then slowly, but not too slowly put one

full gallon plus one additional ounce in her."



    "What do you mean by properly displayed?", the Bitch asked.



    "Put one arm in that direction and the other one over there, and

put her legs the same way so that she looks like a big cross.  Make

sure you to do it in such a way that we can all sit in front of her

and watch her as the water or whatever flushes in and out of her.



    "Hell, someone will have to put it in because it won't go in

all by itself", the Bitch replied.



    "Isn't there something we can use to make it go in while we

all watch?", he asked.



    "Well we do have a low pressure pump that we use here that

should do the trick", she answered.



    "Can it be slowed down enough that she takes it slow and

feels every drop?", he asked.



    "Oh!, but after she gets three quarts in her, she will feel

every drop anyway,...you can bet on it!"



    "I don't want to bet on it", he said, "I want to see it!"



    Well, they got right to it and fastened my wrist cuffs to

the ropes that were still hanging from the ceiling.  They pulled

my arms tight and before I knew it I was up on my tip toes.

Once they had the ends of the ropes tied off they took some more

rope and fastened them to each of the ankle cuffs.  As my legs

were being pulled apart I felt the weight of my body being tugging

at my arms.  Soon, that is how I stayed as my feet were swaying

gently off the floor and I was in the shape of a big cross.



    The Bitch got out a funny nozzle, which was really a double

nozzle, and dabbing a bit of K-Y jelly on the tip inserted the

tip up inside of me.  I felt her inflate the inner bulb, and then

the outer one, pulling them tightly together and closing the nozzle

tube off.  She gave them a small tug to make sure that they were

set tight in place...as if my face didn't tell her that.



    At that point she walked out of the room and came back with

this little pump.  It was smaller than the one I had used at home,

but I had no doubt in my own mind that it would do it's thing.

I knew from experience that once it was turned on that there

would be no way I could hold back any of what someone wanted to put

into me.  I had tried on several occasions in the past, so now I

just relaxed and waited until it was over.  Hell, the Bitch left

the room again and this time she was gone a few minutes longer.

When she returned she had a large glass water bottle with a

measured amount of water in it.  She sat it down behind me next

to the pump.



    "How much is in it?", the third man asked her.



    "One gallon and two ounces", she replied, "Plus six more

ounces that the pump won't pull out of the bottle."



    "Okay", he replied, "I'm ready for you to get started."



    Well, as she was hooking up the tubes between the pump

and the bottle, I heard the pump start so she could run

the air out of the line she was going to hook to me.  As soon

as she had done that she fastened it to the middle tube of

the nozzle.  I knew when she had, as I felt the weight of the

added tubing pulling on the nozzle.  The other two bitches

were already over with their husbands and she flipped on the

switch, starting the Angstrom pump, before joining her husband.

I could feel the water coming in me right away as she had made

it a bit warmer than I was used to.



    So there I was, all of them watching me as I was being

filled to the limit.  I was trying to move a little so I

could adjust myself as the water was expanding me.  I could

see that they were looking right at my stomach as I knew by

the feel that I was getting some bigger.  That water was

slowly running when one of them said, "Hell, she is half-way

now."  "Half-way?", I thought to myself, "Shit, I hope I'm

farther along than that!"



    Time was passing so slowly now, and I could now feel the

pressure building more and more with each second that passed.

Soon I was starting to really hurt and I started pulling on the

ropes that were binding me.  That did no good, but just made me

feel that much worse.  As the water was still running into me

the man that this was being done for said, "Well she is on

the last quart now."  Oh! I knew that I couldn't hold any more

and I was biting my lip trying to not let it get into me.  Soon

I was letting out low sounds as I wasn't gagged this time, and

before much more time had passed I found myself pleading with them.



    "Please turn the pump off", I begged.



    "Why?  You aren't full yet my little Slut!", the Bitch replied.



    "Please! Please! Oh!...I can't take any more!", I begged.

I knew I could use my code word, but I didn't and I was hoping

that I wouldn't have to.  I begged them again.



    "Please!.. Please!", I shouted through the pain.



    They all just looked at me.  I was looking pregnant now

and I could hear the pump just running on.  Finally, I heard

the familiar sound of the pump running out of water.  I didn't

feel any more coming into me, and the Bitch got up and turned

the pump off.



    "How long can we leave her full like that?", the third man

asked.



    "Until we let it out of her", the Bitch replied, smiling.



    Looking at his watch, he replied, "Hell, it's six-thirty-five

now.  Let's leave her there like that until seven and then we'll

let it out of her and lower her down so she can be emptied out

when her husband comes for her."  And that is exactly what she did!



    Just at seven she pulled the tube loose and placed it into

the now empty bottle.  Most of what water was in me came out

right away through the nozzle.  Once it stopped she had the

other two women help her let me down and get me completely

untied.  I mean she took every thing off me, the ropes and

cuffs, everything.  The last thing she did was deflate the

nozzle, but that only takes a second.  Once it was out she

told me to get up.  I did, as I thought that she was going

to do something else to me.



    She walked around in front of me and put her arms around

me and held me tight to her.



    "I know we've hurt you.  I hope you aren't really mad at

us", she said warmly.



    "No", I replied, honestly, "In my own way I enjoyed it too,

probably as much as all of you did."



    "Well I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to come back

to our house again", she said.



    "Of course I want to come back", I said sincerely. "Why did

you think I wouldn't want to?"



    "Because of all the things we made you do", she replied.



    "It's okay!", I said.  "I really didn't mind it at all, and

even as sore as I am, I'll get over it before long.



    "My you're a such good sport about it, Hon!", she said, "And

anytime we can do anything for you, please just ask."  The Bitch

came over to me and kissed me full on the lips fondling my tits

again cupping each breast one last time.  She was more gentle this

time with my areolas not pinching or hurting me. She just sort of

gave me a light massage that revitalized me to the point of entire

pleasure and satisfaction.



    At that point I needed to go relieve myself some more, and

asked her if I could be excused and leave for the bathroom.



    "Okay", she answered, "But if you have any problems at all

please let us know!"



    "Sure thing!" I replied.



    "Well you can wait anywhere you like until your husband gets

here, and be sure to tell him for me just how good Slut you were

for us, again," she said.



    I told her I would and looked for the nearest bathroom. When I

finished cleaning myself up and dressed I came walking back into

the living room they were all gone.  I suspected that they had paired

off and headed to separate bedrooms for some sleep.  I knew as soon

as my ride came that was just what I was going to do myself.

I was spent and totally exhausted and all my holes were aching.



    This is the end of my report, as my evenings with them are

almost one time things.  Until the next time.....



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