The Indulgences of Isabelle

by Penny Birch

  I obeyed, feeling as if I was kneeling for execution as I got down on the cold hard tiles.

  'Place your arms behind your back, please,' Yazzie said.

  My arms went back to allow her to bind them together, tight, using an elaborate criss-cross of ropes that left me pretty well helpless.

  'Feet together, Isabelle,' she ordered.

  Again I obeyed, this time for my ankles to be lashed together as tightly as my arms, so that I could barely move at all but was forced to set my knees apart in order to keep my balance. This in turn meant that my sex felt open and vulnerable. Even then Yazzie hadn't finished. She led another rope from my bound wrists up to a beam, tying it off to leave me in an upright kneeling position, and virtually immobilised.

  'Thank you, Yazzie,' Jasmine said from where she was standing by the basins. 'Open your mouth, Isabelle.'

  I twisted my head around to see her unwrapping a large bar of soap. It was obvious where she intended to put it.

  'Jasmine, please,' I begged. 'That wasn't part of the punishment!'

  'How many times have you made me wash my mouth out with soap?' she asked.

  'Not many. Three? Four?'

  'Six,' she told me. 'And I'm only going to do it to you once, so stop whining and open up!'

  Grimacing ruefully, I did as I was told, allowing Jasmine to wedge the cake of soap into my mouth. It tasted foul, and my face screwed up in disgust.

  'It would be unwise to spit it out,' Jasmine told me, something I'd already guessed. 'Now, I want to watch Katie's spanking, so I'll leave you to think about all the cruel things you've ever done to me. Have fun.'

  She gave a little wave, fluttering her fingers, and walked away, closing the door of the Ladies behind her. I hung my head, keeping still, because even with nobody to see me I felt that making faces and wriggling would delight my tormentors. That was assuming they were even thinking about me, because I could hear the sound of smacks, squeals and laughter from the main room. Katie was being spanked, a thought that sent a stab of jealousy through me and brought me one step closer to tears.

  My fate was inevitable, and I knew that I'd soon be kneeling in wet jeans and soggy panties. But I stayed as I was, moving only to ease my aching muscles. It was utterly humiliating, when I should have been taking my turn with the girls, perhaps even enjoying putting Jasmine through the same wicked ordeal, not kneeling bound and helpless on the hard tiles with my mouth full of soap.

  Yazzie had tied me too well to permit escape, and even if I got free I knew they'd simply put me back in place, no doubt with some new cruelty to add to my woes. All I could do was try and keep my suffering to a minimum, which meant behaving myself, a thought that brought me fresh humiliation. I also wondered if I shouldn't just wet myself and get it over with, but even as I felt the first hint of pressure in my bladder I'd begun consciously to hold back. I knew it would happen, but I was too proud to just let it come.

  Minute after slow minute passed, with the noises outside changing – fresh smacks and cries of pain as Tiffany was given the tawse, mingled with laughter from her persecutors. Now I just felt sorry for her, because I was grimacing at the rising ache in my tummy and at the disgusting taste of the soap, which had begun to go soggy as it dissolved in my mouth. I could have spat it out and called out to beg them to take pity on me, even to cry out my safe word and bring it all to a stop. Again, I had too much pride, even with the strain in my bladder starting to become painful and my whole mouth clogged with slimy bitter muck. For a second time I told myself I ought to just let go, and for a second time I held back, even though I was in danger of losing control of both my body and my will.

  I clenched my teeth, struggling to keep control, but it was my will that snapped – the whole overwhelming humiliation of the situation became just too much for me. Given what Jasmine was going to do to me, what did it matter if I pissed my panties? I was going to do it anyway, and I was just being arrogant and stubborn by holding out. With that thought I let go, my mouth opening wide in a shame-filled sob as the pee exploded into my knickers. The soap bar fell out to land on the floor with a squashy noise, but I barely noticed. My panties were filling up, the urine gushing out to wet my pussy and up between my bum cheeks, soaking in over my bottom and into my expensive leather trousers.

  I was shaking and gasping as I felt the warm, damp sensation spread out across my bottom cheeks, my piss soaking into the leather of my jeans. Outside I heard the click of Jasmine's heels and I looked up as she came into the Ladies. She was no longer wearing her dress: now she was naked except for her high heels, her knickers and a pair of rubber gloves.

  'Say hello to nurse!' she teased, and held up her hands to show off her gloves.

  My pee was still coming, bulging out the seat of my trousers and seeping through the seams, trickling out also from around my ankles. Jasmine smiled as she saw that I was doing it, a cruel smirk that broke the last of my resistance. Now I was punished, well and truly, brought so low that had my arms not been tied behind my back I'd had have my clothes down in a minute and would have shown her what she'd done to me by masturbating in front of her.

  As it was I could only kneel there and let my bladder drain into my soiled knickers and filthy jeans. I'd done rather a lot, and most of it had now leaked out, so that I was kneeling in a big yellow puddle on the white-tiled floor, making it doubly obvious that I'd wet myself. Jasmine watched, enjoying the view, and I'd barely squeezed the last dribble of piss into my now-sodden panties when I heard somebody else coming. It was Caroline, grinning as she looked down on me. Like Jasmine she had a pair of rubber gloves on, but she was otherwise stark naked, with her breasts spotted with wax and the stubby end of a large red Christmas candle protruding from the hole between her legs. In her hand she held a smart black bag, one with which I was painfully familiar – Eliza's enema kit.

  'Carrie asked if she could help give you your enema,' Jasmine told me, 'and I thought it was only fair after what you made her do at the Red Ox.'

  'And one or two other things,' Caroline added. 'Now, let's get you bare, shall we?'

  I hung my head, helpless to stop her. She gave a soft chuckle at the condition I was in as she squatted down beside me, first to retrieve the soap and jam it back into my mouth, then to slip a hand under my belly, pop the button of my jeans and tug down my zip. I was going to be stripped bare, have a tube stuck up my bottom, perhaps be masturbated as my rectum filled, and I was already sobbing in reaction.

  'Dirty little baby,' Caroline taunted as she tugged my jeans down. 'Imagine wetting your knickers, at your age!'

  She had exposed my sodden panties, which in turn were peeled down over my bum. Yazzie had tied me well to make sure that I would have to keep my bottom cheeks open, and that my pussy would show once I was stripped, with my anus available for the insertion of the enema tube.

  'Dirty, dirty little baby,' Jasmine echoed Caroline as she took a sponge from the bag and moistened it at a basin. 'Wetting your panties. Honestly, whatever is to be done with you?'

  Caroline took the sponge and dabbed it between my thighs. The water was cold, first making me wince as she began to wipe my bottom down, then gasp as the sponge was pressed firmly to my pussy, squeezing chilly water up my cunt-hole and over my mound. Jasmine tutted and retrieved the bar of soap, which had fallen out again. It was now nothing but a soggy, shapeless mass, which allowed her to jam it well in, completely filling my mouth and leaving me panting through my nose in order to breathe.

  'Actually,' she went on. 'I know exactly what is to be done with you. First, a wet-bottom spanking. Excuse me, Carrie.'

  Caroline was still wiping my pussy but quickly pushed the sponge up my hole, leaving me well plugged and gaping. I could well imagine how I looked behind, with my open vagina bulging with wet purple sponge and my glistening bottom stuck out at them. Jasmine knelt down and began to spank me, slapping my wet bottom as she chided me for wetting myself and pausing occasionally to spread my cheeks. Caroline soon joined i
n. They took a cheek each and giggled together as they spanked me. The smacks stung, but they weren't hard enough to stop me thinking about the state I was in, or about what was coming.

  '. . . And hopefully that will teach you to control your bladder,' Jasmine said as the spanking stopped. 'Now, don't wriggle.'

  I couldn't have done so even if I'd wanted to, but I still twisted around to see what she was doing. She'd pulled open the bag and I saw the fat red shape of a rubber enema bottle, already full for my bottom, which almost certainly meant that there was something other than water inside. Panic welled up inside me and I began to squirm in my bonds, but Jasmine merely smiled as she hung the bottle from the door of one of the cubicles. A long tube dangled from it, ending in a bulbous nozzle designed to go up my bottom hole and stay there while my rectum filled.

  'Naughty baby – I said not to wriggle,' Jasmine chided. But that didn't stop me.

  She took a tube from the bag, ordinary toothpaste, but I knew she planned to use it to lubricate my bottom hole, and that it would sting. Jasmine also knew, and she was grinning as she showed it to me before turning to give the tap on the bag a twist. A squirt of pinkish-white liquid emerged from the nozzle, quickly cut off as Jasmine adjusted the tap. They saw the look on my face, and laughed.

  'Milk,' Caroline explained, 'with some of Osman's extra-strong Turkish chilli sauce and a measure of Stan Tierney's spunk stirred in. Me and Tiffy tossed him off into the jug. It must be very nutritious.'

  The thought of drinking the revolting mixture made my stomach lurch. But it was going up my bottom, not down my throat, and it was going to sting as badly as the toothpaste. Jasmine had removed her gloves and she now took Caroline's camera from the bag, adding a whole new dimension to my degradation as she began to take photographs. Even that didn't stop me wriggling as Caroline got down behind me, and I continued to do so despite several firm slaps to my already smarting cheeks and a great deal of telling-off. It made no difference anyway. She simply took me firmly around the waist, used two fingers to spread my anus, squeezed out a worm of toothpaste, and stuck one rubber-clad finger up my bottom.

  'There, is that anything to make a fuss about?' she said gently.

  My answer was a queer gulping noise as my eyes popped and a froth of soap bubbles plopped from my mouth. The toothpaste burned like fire, but it had certainly done its job, making my bumhole loose and slippery after just a few pushes of Caroline's finger. I was still wriggling in her grip, indifferent to the show I was making of myself, but she held me firmly in place, enjoying my reaction and the feel of my bumhole too.

  'You're lovely and tight,' she said, 'almost as if you were a virgin . . . only in your bum, of course. Your pussy hole's huge, but then I suppose it is full of sponge.'

  She pulled her finger out as she finished, and began to whistle happily as she retrieved the enema hose. I felt the bulb press against my burning anus, and then I was writhing in her grip as my soft slippery ring spread from the pressure.

  'Hold still for nursey,' Jasmine warned, 'or it will be spanky times again.'

  I didn't care, squirming desperately in Caroline's grip as the bulb was pushed deep up my rectum, attaching me to the enema bag. She held it in and nodded to Jasmine, who gave me a wicked grin and turned the tap on. I jerked as I saw her action but there was nothing to feel at first. Then a mild, cool sensation around my bottom-hole and pussy lips. The liquid was leaking.

  'Hmm, maybe not so tight after all,' Jasmine remarked. 'Maybe we should have used a bigger nozzle?'

  'I think I used too much toothpaste,' Caroline suggested. 'Or maybe I shouldn't have fingered her for so long. She's gone all sloppy.'

  She let go of me, unexpectedly. I fell over into my pee puddle, unable to keep my balance because of the sensations of my body, and was left lying on my side with my arms held up by the rope that attached me to the beam. My muscles ached dreadfully, my mouth and lips stung, my bumhole was burning and the chilli sauce in the enema had begun to take effect, warming my wet cunt lips and the sensitive skin between my bum cheeks. The liquid was still running up my bum, and now I could now feel the pressure as my rectum began to swell, inducing fresh panic for what I would undoubtedly do all over the floor if I wasn't untied.

  Jasmine made a small adjustment to the camera to make sure that I was fully in view and then took another photograph before she ducked down. Her fingers went to the knot binding my arms and I began to babble incoherent thanks through my mouthful of soapy mush. A single tug and I felt my arms loosen a little, a sensation that brought out in me a flood of deeply pathetic gratitude to her, and to Yazzie for the skill with which she'd tied me. Once more Jasmine stood up, quickly peeling off her panties before straddling me.

  'You can undo yourself now,' she told me. 'But the question is, can you hold your enema long enough to get free? They're taking bets, and most people think you'll mess yourself. Whether you do or not, you're to frig yourself off once you're free, and your punishment will be over when you've come. Take some pictures, Carrie.'

  Caroline nodded, quickly peeled off her gloves and took the camera from Jasmine. I thought Jasmine was going to sit on my face, but she put her hands on her hips, stuck her belly out, and just let go. Pee erupted from her sex, catching me completely unawares. A lot of it went into my mouth, mingling with the soap to create the most revolting taste imaginable. She began to laugh at the expressions I was making, and continued to piss on my head even when I'd twisted my face away. Then she urinated all over my top, plastering the material to my breasts, and lastly she peed on my bottom and over my already badly soiled jeans where they were tangled with my panties at thigh level.

  'That was fun!' Jasmine said with a laugh as she squatted to shake the last few drops of pee from her pussy and onto my skin. 'Now you can try and get free. And get on with it – Carrie's got a tenner on you making the loo.'

  I'd forgotten all about untying myself while Jasmine had urinated on me, but the pressure in my rectum was beginning to get uncomfortable and I'd begun to try even as she stepped away from me. First I spat out the wad of soap in my mouth, although it made little difference. I could reach the knot that she'd loosened – just – and tug on one end of the rope. If the knot was a bow I'd be free, but if it wasn't I'd have secured myself again, which I was sure they'd think was absolutely hilarious. Both of them were watching me as I squirmed in my puddle, their arms around each other, their faces full of cruelty and excitement. I pulled the rope, which came loose.

  'Clever girl,' Jasmine remarked. 'Maybe you'll make it.'

  She cuddled up to Caroline, sharing a kiss to taunt me as I struggled to free myself from the elaborate criss-cross of ropes binding my arms. Everything hurt, but the enema was still pouring into me and I was already having to clench my cheeks and squeeze with my bumhole to stop myself leaking. I tried to be calm but I was too far gone, with little waves of panic welling up every time the rope wouldn't give way.

  Finally the rope came fully loose and with it the leash holding me to the beam. I wrenched my arms free, grimacing as I squeezed the pins and needles from my flesh, an act more urgent even than extracting the enema hose from my bumhole. I pulled that out next, but immediately regretted it. Without the plug in my anus it was far harder to hold on, and it would be nearly impossible to get onto the loo with my ankles lashed together, at least without letting go.

  My teeth were gritted with the strain as I fumbled for the knots binding my legs. There were two, one at my ankles, the other behind my knees. I grabbed the nearest and pulled hard, only to discover that it wasn't a slip knot. Jasmine laughed. Caroline gave a delighted little squeal despite being about to lose her bet. I was sobbing with frustration as I began to pull desperately at the knot, now much tighter than before. It wouldn't come loose and I could feel the muscles of my belly and bottom and thighs starting to contract in reaction to the weight of liquid in my straining rectum. It was going to happen at any second, and still the knot wouldn't come free. I burst into tea
rs, sobbing and swearing as I tore at the knot – which gave way at the same instant as my bumhole.

  A great gush of dirty milk exploded from my gut, to arch high in the air above my bottom, which by ill luck had been stuck high at the instant my anal ring gave way. It went all over the floor, and I found myself laughing hysterically for the view I was giving them, with spurt after spurt of the mixture of milk and chilli sauce and Stan Tierney's spunk erupting into the air from my gaping bumhole. All the while Caroline was taking photographs, but I was too far gone to care. I rolled onto my back, the ropes still around my ankles, liquid still bubbling from my anus. All that mattered was getting free, and I was full of a weird exhilaration as I tore off the rope. My trousers followed, my boots and socks, all pushed down and off as one soggy mass. I jerked my top up, showing off my naked tits, glistening wet with Jasmine's pee. My thighs came up and open, spreading my cunt to the camera lens, the hole still plugged with the fat purple sponge.

  I began to rub at myself, wriggling on the filthy floor, snatching at my sex and squirming my bottom around in the piddle, my mouth wide open to show off the slimy, soapy mess inside, my spare hand clutching at my tits and jerking my nipples as if I was trying to milk myself at the same time as I masturbated. They wanted me to come. I was going to, to show them what they'd done to me, how they'd broken me down to a grovelling filthy little slut, which was exactly what I wanted to be. Then I came with such power that my vision went black and I was driven to the edge of consciousness before my climax finally broke. As my ecstasy faded I was giggling, happy in a way that I'd never been before, as if nothing in the entire world mattered except my state of pained, exhausted bliss.

  'Mop your mess up,' Jasmine instructed. 'And then you can do us both.'

  Caroline was already playing with the candle in her pussy, and it obviously wasn't going to take long. I hurried to obey, trying to ignore my aching muscles. Jasmine had the key to a cupboard full of cleaning things, and they watched as I mopped the floor, both of them teasing themselves. My clothes were filthy but I stayed nude anyway, because I wanted to be. When I was finished my two tormentors took turns to sit on one of the loos while I licked them to orgasm. Then I was finally taken by the hand and led back into the main area.