“All right,” Adiranna said finally, removing the thermometer. “Everything is in order. Now move over to the irrigation table.”
Jana sniffled. “I don’t know, I don’t like the feeling of that in my ass … is this really necessary?”
“Yes, it is,” said Adrianna more firmly. “The intestines are the center through which nutrition and food energy are delivered into the body. We need to clean them out often, don’t you think?”
“I … guess,” said Jana, meekly, batting her huge green eyes at Adrianna, who stood above her, wiping Vaseline onto an aluminum enema nozzle.
“Lie down on the irrigation table,” said Adrianna.
Jana lay on the cold porcelain table, which had a sink-like indentation, with a drainage hole, in the middle of it. “Oh, it’s cold!” Jana was covering her breasts again. Her flesh rippled with goosebumps.
“Now, there are two positions you can take while I administer the enema. You can kneel down, and put your chest on your knees. Do you see what I mean?”
“Yes, like the ‘child’s pose’ in yoga,” said Jana. That’s the position I usually wait for your husband in before he fucks me, she thought sardonically. And the position I forced your daughter into while she ate me out while Matt fucked her.
“Or you can just lie flat on your back on the table, with the drainage indentation in the table under your buttocks.”
“But I’m scared,” whined Jana. “I don’t know ...”
“Well, if it will help you, we have some comfortable restraints I can put you in. In case you’re afraid you might move around during the procedure.” Adrianna indicated some padded canvas straps which connected to the table at the foot and the base.
“Do you think it’s the best for me?” asked Jana, wide-eyed.
“If you’re hesitant, it might be. Don’t worry, I’m a medical professional and I have a lot of experience with this. I take full responsibility for the procedure and its outcome, and I know it’s the best thing for you.” She was standing above Jana now, stroking her hair again. “Please don’t be afraid.”
“Okay,” said Jana in a small voice. “Use the restraints.” She felt her breath quickening at the thought of it.
Adrianna wrapped Jana’s hand in the restraints and then tied her feet to stirrup-like protrusions at the end of the table. Her legs were spread, the porcelain table cold against her back, but her pussy very hot indeed.
“There,” said Adriana, a little breathlessly. “Is it okay?”
“I don’t know,” panted Jana, and felt the tears beginning. “It’s cold, I’m not comfortable. I feel so helpless and .. are you sure this is the best way?” she sobbed.
“Yes, I am. You know I’m only doing this for your own good, right?”
“Yes,” said Jana, tears spilling down her face onto the cold porcelain. God, she felt so helpless and humiliated, so cold and yet so, so hot!
“It’s very important for your health,” said Adrianna, smiling, with a faraway look in her eyes, as she touched the cold metal of the aluminum enema nozzle to Jana’s anus.
Jana cried out. “It’s so cold! Oh god, please! I don’t want this!”
“Shhh,” said Adrianna. “Be still. You know that I’m a professional, and I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Ohhhh god,” moaned Jana, crying, as the nozzle began to slowly but steadily push into her asshole. “I don’t want it! Please stop!” She was panting like a dog now.
“Shh, it’s too late now. Just relax. It will all be over soon.”
“Oh god, no please!” begged Jana. “How far is it going to go? It’s so cold and uncomfortable!”
“Four inches is the usual depth. But I think you can take six, don’t you? It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?”
Jana just moaned, by way of an answer. Her nipples and pussy felt like they were burning, a marked contrast to the cold porcelain on her back and ass.
“Okay,” said Adrianna, “I’m going to activate the flow now.”
“Ohhhhh,” said Jana. “Is it going to hurt? Please, please, don’t hurt me!”
“I won’t hurt you, dear. This is pure spring water, body temperature. I’ll introduce it slowly, and you just tell me when you feel discomfort, and I’ll slow the flow until you say to continue.”
“Ohhhh, can’t I go home? Please?”
“No, dear. You need to take all of it. You know I’m only doing this for you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Jana meekly. “I know you want what’s best for me. Do you enjoy this?”
Adrianna smiled. “I do enjoy it, yes.”
Jana sniffled, blinking away her tears. “Some people find it very arousing, this sort of thing, don’t they?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, they do. I’m beginning the flow now.”
Jana gasped and threw her head back as the spring water began flowing into her ass. “Oh my god, oh my god.”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just, uncomfortable, wet, I want to go hooome ...” she cried.
“Be still!” said Adrianna a bit more sharply. “You don’t want to dislodge the nozzle.”
“Yes ma’am,” said Jana, gasping, trying to catch her breath. “It feels warm, and the pressure...”
“Here, I’ll slow the flow a bit. Take deep breaths. Is there any cramping?”
“Noooooo,” said Jana, voice tight with humiliation and tension. “Do your clients ever have, uh, orgasms here?”
Adrianna smiled. “Sometimes they do, dear.”
“Do you ever help them?” asked Jana, shyly.
Adrianna smiled affectionately down at Jana. “That’s not my job.” She stroked Jana’s hair fondly.
“But I can’t do it myself, my hands are tied!” whimpered Jana. “OOOHHHGHH!” She cried out as Adrianna released the valve and restarted the flow.
“Just be still, dear. You’re such a good girl. A good patient. Just relax.”
“Do you ever have orgasms?” asked Jana quietly.
Adrianna smiled and touched Jana’s cheek. She then took off the latex gloves with a snap.
“It’s okay,” said Jana. “It really is, please …”
Adrianna smiled, and moved one of the fingers stroking Jana’s cheek and inserted it into Jana’s mouth. Jana sucked at it lovingly, moaning and mewling as the water filled her.
“Shhh, good girl, good patient,” said Adrianna. She used her other hand to feel her own breasts, and then began rubbing Jana’s big firm heaving breasts as Jana sucked her fingers.
Jana moaned and pulled her mouth away from Adrianna’s fingers. “Oh, god, it’s full, stop the water, I feel like I’m full, the pressure ...”
“Shhh, shhh,” said Adrianna, bending down to kiss Jana on the lips. “The bag is almost empty. You can take it, can’t you? It’s for your own good.”
“Oh, oh, oh my god,” she was sobbing again. “Yes, okay, a little bit more.”
“Okay,” said Adrianna, shutting off the flow. “Now, you have to hold it for about five minutes. You can do that, can’t you?”
“Oh, god, yes,” said Jana, wriggling and writhing against the bonds that held her to the porcelain table. She began crying harder, moaning, “please, please Adrianna, please, please, it’s okay, you can touch yourself, please … I want to see you touch yourself …”
Adrianna stripped her smock off, revealing a pink sports bra and a pair of pink cotton panties. She dipped the fingers that were still wet with Jana’s saliva into the panties while feeling her own breasts, moaning in pleasure, her eyes moving the length of Jana’s body.
The minutes passed, and Jana finally moaned, “Oh, god, Adrianna, I can’t stand it anymore I can’t hold it anymore it’s coming it’s coming …” and she released the enema into the cavity in the table, while Adrianna arched her head back and cried out as she had an orgasm.
“What about me?” sobbed Jana, damp and cold and naked on the table. “Aren’t you going to touch me?”
“Oh no! Oh my god, oh my god,” wept Jana.
Adrianna released the straps that held Jana. “Now, get dressed and get cleaned up. I have another appointment in twenty minutes.”
Thirty minutes later, Jana sat in her car in the parking lot, looking at the video she’d secretly made of the whole massage and enema session with her phone.
She smiled. It was powerful material indeed; the principal’s wife molesting and abusing a teenage client. Jana thought that it would serve her very well.
Looking at herself helpless on the enema table, the principal’s wife masturbating above her, Jana was unable to resist opening her jeans and pushing her hand down into her panties and giving herself the orgasm that Adrianna had denied her.
The next client, a balding man in a business suit, parked next to Jana and walked inside; Jana was unable to resist waving and smiling at him as he walked past, and she brought herself to a powerful orgasm as he disappeared through the door of the health spa.
JANA’S JOURNEY, PART FOUR: A TRIP TO THE BEACH HOUSE
The principal’s step-daughter, Courtney, was naked, bound and gagged, at Jana’s feet, writhing and squirming against her bonds on the fuzzy white shag carpeting. Jana sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room of the beach house, still wearing her school uniform of white blouse and plaid skirt. Both of them were 18, in their last year of high school.
She smiled down at the helpless Courtney. Courtney’s arms were tied behind her back with silk neckties. Her feet were similarly bound together. The bonds on her wrists and the bonds on her ankles had been connected, behind her, with another necktie; Jana had heard the expression “hog-tied” before, and she supposed that was it. Courtney was gagged with what looked like a knotted black stocking.
Matt came back into the room, carrying a glass of white wine, which he handed to Jana. He was drinking a Mexican beer from the bottle. He sat in a chair opposite her, and just smiled at her.
Matt was a good-looking young man of 28; his short brown hair was stylishly messy and his big brown eyes were kind. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans, as he had the last time she’d seen him, at the nightclub.
He was clearly waiting for her to speak, so she finally did. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”
“Well, why wouldn’t I?” he said.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Courtney said in an online chat that you owned that nightclub.”
“I own a share in it. I made a lot of money with Iphone apps, actually, and invested some of it in that club. I make my own schedule, though, in general. And, I mean, you’re responsible for the most interesting evening that I’ve had recently. It’s nice to see you again.”
She smiled shyly at him. Less than two weeks previously, Courtney had blackmailed Jana into performing for Matt sexually with a video, a video made by Courtney’s father, Principal Stevens, the man who had enslaved her sexually. Her master.
“And so you prepared this nice surprise for me?” she asked, prodding Courtney with her bare foot.
He smiled his kind smile again. “The least I could do. And what can I do for you today?”
That night two weeks ago, in the nightclub, Matt had decided to help Jana, had turned the tables on Courtney, and helped Jana make a video that would ensure that Courtney could never ask anything of her again.
The only thing better than humiliating someone who likes to be humiliated, she’d whispered to him, is finding someone who doesn’t know they love to be humiliated yet.
“I need your help again,” she asked in a quiet voice, looking up at him with her big green eyes. She could usually see men begin to turn to jelly when she used that look, but Matt just smiled back at her placidly.
“Oh really,” he asked mildly. “What this time?”
“You saw the video,” she said. “Do you know what her father has been doing to me?”
“Fucking you, I guess,” he said, again without much inflection.
She explained what had happened that day in the principal’s office, when he’d called her there and her life had changed so suddenly and unexpectedly, when he’d made her admit that she craved humiliation and discipline. She described the ever more extreme bondage and sex acts the principal was performing upon her, every Friday after school.
“Well,” said Matt, considering her thoughtfully. “And now you want to stop it?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know, I don’t know if I can stop, I don’t know if I want to stop, I don’t know if he’d let it stop … but, the last time I was there, he threatened to involve my mother.”
“Involve her? What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. He made a video of her watering the flowers in our front yard. He knows where I live and what she looks like … I don’t know what he might do. She’s single, doesn’t have a boyfriend now, he could, I don’t know, he could do anything!” she said, her voice quavering with emotion. “Anything he wanted, but whatever he did to her, I know it would be bad.“
“Probably. So again, where do I come in?”
Jana handed him her phone; the video she’d made at the health spa run by the principal’s wife was already cued up.
Matt stroked “play” with his thumb and watched as Jana received an oil massage from the principal’s second wife, Adrianna Stevens. The woman began talking to Jana about “inappropriate touching,” clearly getting off on Jana’s discomfort, and then administered a rectal thermometer, and finally, an enema, to the weeping and protesting Jana, while masturbating.
“Well,” said Matt. “You’ve certainly had an interesting past few weeks, haven’t you?”
She nodded her head, sighing exasperatedly. “I need you to keep a copy of this. I don’t know if it’s safe in my house. Who knows if he could get in there somehow? I need you to keep it, and if I get a message to you, or if something happens to me, or if anything happens to my mother, or if I ... I don’t know, disappear or something, you need to release it to the news media. Health Spa owner sexually abuses customer, that kind of thing will ruin her, I’m sure.”
“Disappear? You think he might do something like that to you? Hurt you?”
“I don’t know what he would or wouldn’t do. All I know is there are plenty of stories in the news ... that don’t have happy endings.”
“True enough.”
“And if I’m ever going to ... stop this, to get free of him, I need leverage.”
He considered her again, nodding thoughtfully. “You don’t have any other friends?”
“Not really,” she said. She’d kept to herself since arriving in America five years previously, concentrating on her studies and working for extra money.
“You trust me with this?”
She shrugged. “You helped me with Courtney,” she said.
“No other boyfriends?”
“I never had sex with anybody before this,” she admitted.
“Hmmm,” he said sympathetically. “Never had a kind lover who took his time to make you feel good?” He was looking her in the eye, not smiling now.
“Never,” she said, shaking her head. “I ... I don’t, maybe, someday. But I have to work my way through this first,” she said weakly, a tear rolling down her smooth cheek.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I can see that. Okay, I’ll help you. But there are conditions.”
“Of course,” she said, expectantly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
Matt smiled. “Okay. You’re free for the rest of the day?”
“Yes, I told my mother I was doing some babysitting today until 10.00pm.”
“Good.”
He connected her phone to a computer sitting on the coffee table, downloading the video. Soon he had it playing on the big screen plasma TV.
Jana bit her lip and looked away from the image of herself writhing and protesting weakly, naked on the massage table, alternately gasping in pleasur
e and whining weak pleas as Adrianna abused and humiliated her.
Matt rolled Courtney over, who was moaning and emitting muffled babble into her gag, and untied the bond connecting her ankles and wrists. “Pretty little Courtney likes to be tied up, doesn’t she?” asked Matt, and Courtney nodded her head, moaning into the gag. He removed the gag and Courtney gasped, “Oh my god, thank you, thank you.”
Matt picked her up and placed her chest on the coffee table, head and face towards the TV screen.
“See that, Court? See what your mother did to her?”
“Yes, I see,” said Courtney, weeping. “I told her that would happen. My mom loves rectal thermometers and enemas. I told her.”
Matt swatted Courtney on the ass, eliciting a yelp. “Your whole family is sick, aren’t they?”
Courtney whimpered and started crying. “He’s not my real father!” she protested.
“And so you tried to fuck him,” pointed out Jana.
“I did, I tried to seduce him, walking around in my underwear all the time, rubbing my tits against him, crawling into bed with him, all those things,” cried Courtney, weeping uncontrollably now.
“Bad, bad girl,” said Matt, pulling his erect cock out, getting on his knees, and beginning to slide it slowly into Courtney’s pussy from behind. She was already practically dripping wet, aroused by being tied up, and she let out a strangled, sobbing cry of pleasure.
“Oh I am, I’m bad, please Matt, punish me,” she whined. “I’m so sorry, Jana, I’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you somehow, please ...” Courtney craned her neck to look at Jana.
Jana was still sitting with her legs crossed, aroused by the mastery Matt had, by the sight of Matt’s big cock, and of course by seeing Courtney so broken and helpless, and the fact that Courtney so clearly enjoyed her helplessness.
Jana moved around and stood in front of the TV screen, so Matt and Courtney could see her easily. She unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing her lacy white bra and deep cleavage. “What are you going to do for me, huh? What are you going to do to make it up to me, Courtney?”
“Anything!” gasped Courtney. “I want to eat your pussy again, can I please kiss your pussy?” babbled Courtney, shivering and moaning as Matt fucked her.
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