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It didn’t go away completely, but the man was fine with that. She had been holding her position for some time, he had expected her to be sore. He was honestly surprised that she was dealing with it as well as she was.
The man took something from the tray behind her. For the first time since he had arrived, he spoke. "I’ve noticed how hot it is," he said. "And I thought I might bring you something to help you stay hydrated."
He leaned over and dangled it in front of her. It was a liter bottle of soda, but filled with a clear liquid lightly tinged brown. The man shook it, causing some of the sediment inside to swirl around. He brought it back to his side. Thought the teenager didn’t make a sound, the man caught her confusion, and the unspoken question.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he reattached the plug adjuster to the sex toy belt. The two bulbs hung down from the soft plastic hosing, dangling just above the ground. The man flicked one to the side, and the other found its way into his hand.
"A quart isn’t that much for an enema," the man said in a conversational tone. "But as I said, this is to keep you from drying out. You won’t be expelling this, your body will be absorbing it."
The man clenched the bulb in his fist. The hiss of air being pumped into the tube was clear in the otherwise silent room. The latex strip just below the tip of the anal dildo expanded ever so slightly, and as the man continued to pump the plug began to slowly grow. Clench, air was pushed inside, release, pause, another clench, and so on. The girl bit her lip but made no noise.
"I might have added something special to the mixture," the man admitted. "A small irritant. Nothing harmful or dangerous. Just a little pick me up. Something to focus on."
The strip grew larger and larger, slowly but surely pressing down hard and harder against the walls of her asshole. A rhythm was being built, a building of suspense and pressure. There was a moment, a very specific second, when a soft jolt ran down her body. The rubber plug inside the dildo had reached a special width. It was the size that began the transition away from being merely uncomfortable to something more. She moaned, low and deep from the bottom of her throat. The man continued.
Clench, hiss, pause, then release. The same tireless repetitions, over and over again. They came one after the other, and the girl scrambled to adjust. The size of what she was dealing with was making it difficult, but she didn’t have a choice. She wasn’t being given time to ease into it.
When the man was done, the plug inside the dildo was wider than before he had deflated it. Not by much, but it didn’t have to be. It had been big in the first place. Though the man had just wiped her down, a new coat of sweat was now clinging to her face.
The end of the second tube was dropped into the soda bottle, and the first bulb was replaced by the second. The man only stopped to double check the gear before he once again began pumping. He was slower than he had been before, but not by much. It took around half a dozen pumps for the first of the enema to reach the girl’s ass. He could tell because his other hand was on her back, and the sudden clenching of her body was strong enough for him to feel.
"I’m sorry," the man said, "but I was lying earlier. From what I understand, the herb that I mixed in causes some rather intense cramps. The person I bought it from had used it on his own sub, and they were forced to expel the mixture after twenty minutes. Just couldn’t take it. Mind you, their enema was a full gallon, much more than a single liter, and they had planned on expelling it beforehand. It was a test to see how long it could be retained. The recipe called for a larger retention than this, and I couldn’t be sure how much that would change the effect, so I added a little more than what was called for."
Clench, another squirt taken from the bottle, release, and then a pause before the next pump. Then came a repeat. And then another. Again and again, like a one-two punch. "Well, it could have been just a little. It depends on how important the ratio of liquids to herb is. Either way, it should be stronger than it would normally be."
His words were punctuated with the continued administration of the enema. The bottle was getting emptier and emptier. It was halfway gone now.
"Just think of it as an experiment. If it ends up being more bearable than expected, I can just give you another one with a stronger concentration. If not? Well, that’s fine. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? It builds character." He patted her ass.
It took a minute for him to finish. She said nothing during the whole thing. The man had to admit that she had been very obedient, accepting everything with all the grace she could muster. More than anyone else could. The man very lightly strummed the wire attached to her vagina like it was a guitar chord. She flinched like she had been goosed, then shuddered and went still.
There was one last thing that needed to be done. The man took the bit gag and, with the same casual nonchalance as before, offered it to her mouth. She locked eyes with him, her strained, red face facing up against his pale, unconcerned expression. For the first time since he had walked in, the man let something leak across his face. Something beyond the cool professionalism. He saw the moment when she spotted the faint, thin amusement that hung off his almost nonexistent smile. The girl’s attitude faltered.
It faded away in pieces, and was replaced by something more sullen. The girl looked down, or rather quit stretching her head up towards him, and opened her mouth. It was a passive gesture, an obedient one. The man placed the gag inside and wasted no time in tying it back in place. He had to pull on her head and the handle of the sex toy belt in order to get enough slack for the rope. The man ignored her pained reaction to the rough manhandling. He quit tugging at the plugs and the gag once they were tied together again. When he released his hands from the rope, he revealed that he there was now less slack than before. Her head and her ass were forced farther up then when he first came in.
The man stepped away from the cage. He took stock of what was in front of him. He inspected the latex suit that covered nearly all of the teenage girl’s body, the way her legs were bunched up underneath her and how her knees had to carry all her weight. Except for the leg propped up, of course. He felt the stifling, humid heat, how it clung to him even in light clothes. He saw how stretched the girl was, both from the wires and the dildos. She was painfully immobile, unable to do anything. The only noise in the room came from was her heavy breathing.
"I’ll return when the weather cools down. Probably this evening," the man said. "Maybe later. We’ll see. Either way, I’ll leave you to it."
The man bent down and plucked everything he had brought in off the ground, then dumped it on the tray. He walked away unhurriedly, the rustle of his footsteps against the hay on the ground the only sound of his passing. He ambled down the corner and across the hallway, soon out of sight.
The girl might not have been able to guess that the man had finally begun to smile, but the man had a good idea what the expression on her face was.
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