Torture The Widow

Chapter 12– Sisterly Love 6

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I find the next part delicious. Coleman acts like a real homophobe but I think he is a typical male hypocrite when it comes to homosexual sex. He writes like he didn't enjoy what Lois's musclemen did to him but I bet that's a lie. He's the type that's always badmouthing queers but visits video booths with gloryholes to get his cock sucked. Too bad Lois did not make a video. I would have loved to watch it.

"Hi-colonic is a high tech enema," said Denise feeding a set of tubes into Keith's upturned ass. "We're actually giving Keith a health benefit by irrigating his colon and removing toxins and crusted food lining his intestines."

The five dominatrix trainees were gathered around Denise watching intently. Keith was secured face down over the mechanical bull moaning as his asshole slowly took in the tubes. Denise had oriented Keith to where his butt was pointed up forty-five degrees and his head pointed down. They'd removed Keith's gag in order to have the enjoyment of listening to him beg them to stop. Denise carefully threaded several feet of tubing inside the Keithster while he whined and carried on like a big baby. Compared to what they did to me it was nothing. I still have nightmares where I look in the mirror and there is an eel crawling out one of my nostrils.

Later, Keith told me he could feel it traveling serpentine through his guts.

"Man it was really fucking weird. My old man had one of those exams where they stick a television camera up his ass to look for colon cancer," said Keith.

"A Sigmoidoscope,' I replied.

"Yeah that, I could feel it slowly moving back and forth through me. Shit like that could drive a guy insane," said Keith.

Keith wasn't the only one having a bad time. I was seated between Ron and Barry having my first homo experience. My hand was stroking Barry's fully erect cock. He had placed it there and indicated I was to jack him off. Ron was pinching and sucking my nipples and kissing me. Ron was also playing with my cock. There wasn't anything I could do about it. They were both a hell of a lot bigger than me and their bodies were plated with serious muscle. I was too tired and sore to even verbally protest. I just let them do what they wanted.

Denise had wheeled over a machine to Keith's torture station that resembled a double water cooler. I had once dated a girl who was one of those weird vegan health nuts. You know the kind. They consider refined white sugar more deadly than cyanide. She had a bitching body so I put up with her lectures about free radicals and not eating anything with a face until the stupid cunt let me fuck her a few times. Then I carved a fresh notch on my bedpost and dumped her.

She was into colonic irrigation as she called it and went to some sort of naturopathic quack doctor once a month for a cleaning. Her asshole was certainly clean. The last time I fucked her I had to get a little physical before she let me stick my cock in her backdoor. Actually she didn't let me; I just did it. She didn't think anal was healthy and she made a big deal of the pain. It certainly felt healthy to me although she did bleed quite a bit. I was her first for anal and she resisted but being male I was bigger and stronger and knew what she needed.

"Take it out, it hurts," she whined when I popped my Johnson past her anal ring. I reinterpreted that to mean I was to plunge in all the way to my balls. Is there anything that makes a guy want to blow his load in a girl's shitter than seeing those fists balled tight in an attempt to cope with the pain and listening to that pathetic whimpering sound they make when you tearing up their rectum. I loved the way her eyes bugged out when I slammed it home. Man I tore that whore's ass up.

Anyway after I had painted her rectum with sperm my cock was whistle clean except for a few streaks of blood. The next day I left a message on her machine that she wasn't my cup of tea and I was looking elsewhere for feminine companionship.

A mutual friend of ours told me she went into therapy after I dumped her and later became a lesbian. I like to think of myself as a Darwinian in sexual matters, strictly survival of the fittest. Rozz, that's why I decided to dump your sister after I got back from your wedding.

I'd fucked Brooke in every hole, done the S&M thing until her ass looked like a barber's pole and even made her swallow a bladder full of my strong yellow. You really know a girl's in love with you when she wraps her lips around your hose and plays urinal. Having been there, done that, bought the tee shirt so to speak it was time to follow my evolutionary instincts and spread my seed to other members of the herd. I hope Brooke didn't mind me posting those images of her sucking my cock on those WEB sites. The one of her with my sperm smeared over her face is a classic. Anyhow I digress.

Denise turned on the high-colonic machine. It started to hum and you could see bubbles in the bottle full of water. From the amount of noise Keith was making, I gather his intestines were slowly filling. Just to make sure he was having a good time, the girls were stretching his nuts as they jerked his cock. As the water level declined, Keith got louder. All of a sudden, the empty bottle started to fill with brown water. As I recall, a hi-colonic machine vacuums out your guts as it uses the water spray to clean. As a doctor, I can tell you that all those health claims for high colonic irrigation are pure bullshit. As it turns out, Denise and the girls were not interested in Keith's health but in making sure they didn't get any caca on their hands when they stuck them up his ass.

The process did not take that long. They removed the tubing and toweled off his butt. Mary Ellen handed each of the girls a waist harness that held a monster strap on cock. It was a gift and the girls were thrilled. I estimated that Keith was going to take twelve inches of thick latex once that big round mushroom head past his sphincter. Just looking at those five little whores all decked out in their leathers and those fake dicks gave me a hard on that Barry decided it was time to suck. I try to keep a clear picture in my mind of how the five of them looked walking around with those big rubber pricks bouncing in front of them. That's one of the hottest memories of my life. Mistress Lois had the five of them pose for a group photo. I'd give a $1,000 for a copy. Then they did some fun poses like one girl was licking the other or taking the cock in her pussy. Awesome man, it was totally fucking awesome.

Denise rotated Keith so he could watch the photo shoot while she explained what was about to happen.

"Keith, these five young ladies are going to fuck you in the ass," said Denise.

"Shit," was all Keith could manage. He told me his butt was sore for a week.

Mary Ellen handed Natalie a ridding crop as Denise inserted the nozzle of a bottle of Astro-Glide in Keith butthole and gave it a squeeze. Mary Ellen used the control panel to adjust Keith's height and initiate a slow backward and forward motion. Natalie guided that column of latex into the center of Keith's rosebud, applied some pressure and burst through to the Promised Land. Not one to hold back, little Natalie went all the way into the fake balls in one swift motion.

Later, Keith swore to me that his ass was virgin and it hurt like hell when Natalie started. Natalie commenced to apply the crop to her pony's back and thighs. Keith proved he could scream like a woman. It was kind of hot watching Natalie fuck old Keith. Between the rubber cock and the riding crop she certainly had his attention. Every so often, Natalie would reach down and twist Keith nut sack. The little bitch was pretty flexible.

One by one the five fucked and whipped Keith until he was something of an emotional wreck. Fortunately he staged a full and quick recovery although he did confide to me last week that he bought his new girlfriend a similar strap on harness and he is taking it up the ass nightly.

It was decided that one by one the five would butt fuck Keith while the main attention turned to Charlie.

"Enemas can be very painful if you do them right," Mistress Lois was informing the four girls. Natalie was busily applying her strap on and the crop to a screaming Keith.

Mary Ellen had rotated Charlie to where he was upside down with his legs spread wide and bent. I was amazed they had not dislocated his hip joints. Mistress Lois lubricated Charlie's butthole and inserted a long metal nozzle. The nozzle was connected via tubing to a crinkled rubber ball. Lois lubricated the ball and pushed that in Charlie. She placed another crinkled ball at his entrance. Then she pumped two smooth red rubber bulbs to expand the crinkled ones and Charlie was sealed tight. It was the same equipment and technique we use at the hospital for a postoperative patient who can't move his bowels.

In med school they make you suffer through one of these so you know what you are putting the patient through. I recall it as a distinctly unpleasant experience. Lois however, made a few modifications to make it a hellish one.

She filled the three-quart enema bag with hot water and a half a cup of castile soap. She shook the bag up connected it to the tubing and unclipped the clamp. There was a gurgling sound as Charlie was irrigated. Charlie went from begging to moaning to pleading for release in the space of five minutes. Water and air noises from the bag indicate that Charlie was carrying an extra three quarts.

Then the unexpected happened. Denise disconnected the tubing, checked the pressure bulbs giving them a couple of pumps to make sure they were snug. Next she walked over to that high tech control panel and proceeded to start poor Charlie spinning like a top. Charlie looked like an astronaut in a centrifuge. He told me as the machine's revolutions per minute increased, he could feel that hot load of soapy water coursing through his guts straining against gravity.

In spite of the machine noise, you could hear Charlie screaming like a very small woman giving natural childbirth to a baby with a very large head. Frankly, I'm surprised that Charlie did not have a nervous breakdown or worse. He was spinning like a top.

After his insides had blended, Denise stopped the machine. She kicked a bucket under Charlie as she pointed him ass down. She released the valve that kept the air in the red balls and Charlie took the dump of his life. I was left partially alone as Barry walked over to empty the bucket.

Ron was sucking my cock better than the last ten girls I dated. I suppose queers are better than anyone at blowjobs. In spite of all the times I'd ejaculated in the last twelve hours, Ron had me hard as a rock and on my way to dropping my load in his kisser.

They refilled Charlie with ice water then took him for some more astronaut training. Charlie proved that he could scream with the best of them. They went through another iteration with the hot water and that left Charlie in a state of babbling incoherence. I gather the third bucket was clear enough to satisfy Denise because she declared the enema session done. The girls asked some questions and Denise provided a handout with WEB locations where the various oils, soaps, nozzles and expandable plugs could be purchased. I could picture the five of them delivering punishment enemas to their schoolmates.

Mary Ellen arrived with a can of Crisco and proceeded to don a latex glove. She packed the Crisco in Charlie's butthole as she delivered a mini-lecture on fisting. Denise handed the girls latex gloves. Leslie went first reaching so far inside Charlie you would have thought there was a $1000 gift certificate to the Gap hidden in his entrails.

The five had all gotten their turn fucking Keith with the strapons so Samantha packed his rear with Crisco and made a hand search of his guts. I was content to watch from the sidelines even though Barry had put his dick in my mouth and was training me to suck cock.

The five girls fished around in Keith and Charlie for a while Both of the guys told me later it was beyond weird to feel someone's hand two feet into your large intestine.

The training session ended with kisses and hugs between the women and the eight femme fatales departed leaving Ron and Barry to clean up. Somehow they managed to get the three of us into a large communal shower where they scrubbed us down. The way they washed our cocks indicated we weren't quite done.

After the shower had revived us, they gave us warm robes and took us back upstairs to a large bedroom that contained a king sized bed. I really don't like to talk about what happened next. We three guys are not fags but Ron and Barry treated us like we were and we were just too whipped to do anything but go with the flow.

After about an hour of queer sex, everyone had blown their load. Ron handed each of us a couple of Vicodin tablets. Mine knocked me out and I slept until mid afternoon.

When we woke up, someone had placed our clothes in the room. We dressed, left the room and found the girls or rather they found us. We were starving so we ate the brunch buffet, made out good byes to Lois and the General and departed.

All I can say, Rozz, is it was a wedding I do not think will be matched in my lifetime.

So that ends the story of my wedding and the ex-friends who attended. My only regret is that I was too busy getting my brains fucked out to participate in the dungeon activities.