Torture The Widow

Chapter 44 – Pre Trip Party II

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I came awake screaming as something incredibly painful happened to the fingers of my left hand. It only lasted for a microsecond but the pain was off the scale. It was over as quickly as it started. I went from a dead faint to a full-throated scream giving it everything I had in less than the blink of an eye. For a minute I thought I was screaming in stereo until I realized that Nancy Mavis was giving full voice to her pain from across the room.

"What did you do to my hand?" I asked nobody in particular. I was in a totally confused state of mind. Nancy was still yelling her lungs out. You'd have to say that the girl was being seriously hurt.

"I thought that would wake you up. Enjoy your nap?" said Robbie ignoring my question. It took a moment for me to understand that the person dressed as a woman standing in front of me was my brother-in-law. It took another moment for me to realize I was in an incredibly painful reverse suspension hanging about a meter above the floor. God how my shoulders hurt as I slowly swung back and forth.

"Hi Rozz, how are they hanging?" laughed a voice I recognized. When I managed to focus my eyes straight ahead, I found myself looking directly as a large flat panel display that was driven by a laptop computer sitting on a table in front of me. My heart practically stopped in sheer terror when I recognized the female staring at me.

My sister-in-law Mary Ellen was looking at me with an amused look on her face. She was naked, sitting in an easy chair with her legs thrown over the arms. One hand was idly tweaking a nipple, stretching it out, giving it a twist then letting go. Another laptop computer was perched on the broad arm of her chair.

"Isn't technology awesome? All I have to do is tap a key and your pain level goes off the charts," said Mary Ellen reaching for the keyboard. "And I'm here in Texas at Fort Hood a half a world away."

I screamed as fiery pain filled my other hand.

"Please, no more," I begged. I'd never felt anything like that.

"Torture by remote, all the way from Fort Hood, Texas via the Armed Services Secure Network, I can do a single body part. Let's say your ass hole," said Mary Ellen reaching once again for the keyboard.

My rectum became the center of a universe of pain. My entire body contracted in agony as I experienced something totally unique and at a level never before experienced. My contortions caused me to swing violently back and forth in my suspended state.

"For the love of God, Mary Ellen, stop, I'm begging you," I sobbed when I managed to get it together enough to beg. What had reduced me, a hard-core NYC-trained pain slut, to such a state in a matter of seconds?

"Or I can do a series," said Mary Ellen reaching out her hand to alternately tap two fingers.

First my right breast exploded then my left then my right again then left. Each time Mary Ellen touched a key I experienced unbearable pain.

Or I can hold a key down and concentrate on one area,' said Mary Ellen pushing a key down and holding it. My vagina convulsed as pain surged throughout the entrance and the lining all the way to my cervix. It felt like someone had reached into my cunt and turned it inside out. I had no idea how long Mary Ellen held the key down. It felt like forever but it could have been ten seconds.

I was hysterical and covered in sweat when she finally stopped. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and nose.

"Enough of that for now. We'll play more later. Meet my two play sluts, Lt. Sonja Beeler and Lt. Kit Eversole. Salute Major Rosalind Donaldson you two," said Mary Ellen.

"Pleasure to meet you Major, Captain Donaldson talks about you all the time," said the pretty blonde girl raising her head to be in the camera as she saluted.

"That goes for me too, Major," said a handsome young man appearing on the screen and saluting. Mary Ellen touched the keyboard again. I cringed as I prepared to scream but the only thing that happened was that Mary Ellen's video camera moved down slightly so I could see she was having her rug munched while she tortured me.

I was in no position to return their salute so I merely nodded. The lieutenants were both naked kneeling between Mary Ellen's legs servicing her pussy with their mouths. Sonja was slowly thrusting a dildo in Mary Ellen's twat as they took turns licking her sex. I could hear the sound of her pussy squishing each time she pushed the dildo into Mary Ellen's vagina. Both the girl and the boy were outfitted with nipple rings, large ones.

"This is too fucking painful. I can't bear it," I cried breaking down into sobs. I had never quite felt anything like the pain my body had just experienced. Even though it was only for a few seconds, it had been ungodly. Since I couldn't see my body, I had no idea what caused it.

"That's your trouble, Rozz, you always underestimate what you can stand. Is that your girl friend, Lt. Nancy Mavis I hear screaming in the background? I understand she's almost as big a pain slut as you. Robbie told me what they were going to do with her. Men have such a thing for records always trying to out do each other. Poor Nancy she won't be able to fuck or shit right for a month. I hope she's got some Depends cause tomorrow her turds are going to fall right out her asshole," laughed Mary Ellen.

"Please let us go. We never did anything to you," I pleaded.

"No, you're a sweet little innocent army widow who married my brother for his money. Then you turned out to be the biggest whore in the entire Department of Defense. You made Trace a cuckold on your honeymoon in Maui. What kind of a slut sneaks out of the honeymoon suite and lets the hotel staff gangbang her in all their holes. Can you imagine being such a cum pig slut that you show up in the hotel laundry and let the locals have a piece of ass, adding their jism to my brothers? I bet you didn't think I knew that," said Mary Ellen.

"No, I didn't know you knew. I admit I have problems with sex and I can't control myself. But I really loved your brother. Please don't hurt us any more." I used 'us' because whatever they were doing to Nancy Mavis was resulting in some of the most hair raising and pathetic screams I'd ever heard.

"Robbie, are they making progress with Nancy? Oh, and I like the dress darling brother. You look terrific too, Larry," said Mary Ellen.

I could see the video camera that was aimed in my direction swiveling around. Mary Ellen was working a track ball on her laptop. She had control of the camera.

"I'll walk over and check," said Robbie heading in Lt. Mavis's direction. Nancy Mavis was across the room suspended upside down in a torture device that was unknown to me. Its basic shape was of a large Plexiglas cylinder with Nancy in the middle upside down. There was a circular platform and there were five naked Marines circling what I supposed was her upturned butt. They were working on her and she wasn't enjoying it one bit. Later I learned that one of the Marines had an engineering degree and was an amateur inventor. He had designed an apparatus whose sole purpose was to create a new record for the number of cocks in a single orifice. Their problem outside of the obvious one of space was stretching Nancy's butthole and pussy wide enough to accept all their cocks. Pussies are designed to accept only one cock at a time and assholes were created for an entirely different purpose. Those facts in no way discouraged the five young Marines gathered tightly around Nancy's upturned rear.

I could see a little of her lower body. Her arms were stretched downward. Straps attached to thick, coiled springs circled her wrists. Even from across the room, you could tell that her arms were stretched to the breaking point. She was violently shaking her head as the five surrounding her skyward-pointed lower torso tortured her. I couldn't see what they were doing to her. They were blocking my line of sight. Then one of them stepped to the side for a moment to stroke his cock. Nancy legs were bent straight out and slightly down like she was in a split that would have done the most flexible yoga master proud. God that looked painful. Her hip joints must have been screaming with pain. Her pussy and asshole were aimed straight at the ceiling and the Marines were working their cocks into Nancy's holes.

Having more than one cock in your pussy or ass is painful. Two dicks in your asshole and you feel like you're being split apart. Two in your pussy hurts but is manageable. I'd once saw a girl at the NYC Hellfire Club take three. To my mind and based on the laws of physics, that is the theoretical max. Nancy took five in her asshole first. Then the Marines pulled out and stuck five cocks in her pussy. The goal was to create a new world's record. The video of them stuffing Nancy's holes is posted on a WEB site. It's worth watching. They tightly surround Nancy with their arms wrapped around one another. The directly overhead camera captures the action as the five one by one put their cocks inside. Once they're in place, they slowly moves up and down in unison fucking poor Nancy. In the background, you can hear her screaming bloody murder.

After that they did combinations like three in her ass and two in her pussy. The crazy torture rack that Nancy was inside was the brainchild of the engineer of the five who had decided to set a world record. The five guys were all very tall and thin with long cocks, poor Nancy.

Larry had come into my limited view. He was also dressed as a woman and damn he looked good. He was wearing a short red cocktail dress. The ease with which Robbie and he moved around on their five-inch pumps indicated that this wasn't the first time that they dressed in drag. I wondered where in Afghanistan did they sell short sexy cocktail dresses and fuck me pumps. This was a country where the women wore burqa or got stoned to death by their male relatives.

"Suck it bitch," said Larry as he hiked up the hem of his tight skirt to reveal a rather substantial hard cock.

He placed it against my lips and pushed so I opened up and took it in. I figured sucking cock would take my mind off my situation. My arms were pulled toward the ceiling creating mind-boggling pain in my shoulder joints. My head was in a tight leather harness with inward facing metal studs that dug into my skull. There was blood tricking down my face where the studs had broken the skin around my forehead.

There was a tightening knob on my forehead that Larry gave a turn as I sucked his cock. The harness tightened up and I gasped in pain.

"Suck it right, bitch or I'll crush your fucking skull," said Larry.

Something was attached to the back of the head harness that was in turn anchored to an unknown object in my asshole. If I attempted to move my head forward, I created excruciating pain in my rectum. My ankles were widely separated held in place by straps connected to supports in the ceiling. There some kind of spreader bar attached to my ankles forcing my legs apart. It was a classic reverse suspension with additional options. My hands were incased in some sort of weird gloves and my feet in something that resembled socks. My boobs were similarly incased and there was something inside my pussy. It was all very strange.

"So far, they've got three in her pussy and two in her ass. They're cranking her open with those tools that Lt. Baker made. To amuse themselves, they're working on her clit and labia with pliers," said Robbie returning from Lt. Mavis's side of the room and reporting to his on screen sister.

"Did you put the hooks in her tits?" asked Mary Ellen.

"Not yet," replied Robbie.

"Well go do it, what are you waiting for?"

"All right," said Robbie walking over to a molded plastic case marked, "US Army – Fort Hood." He flipped it open, searched around a minute then took out two large stainless steel hooks. They looked like the kind of meat hooks you'd find in a slaughterhouse except they were nice and shiny like they were made of polished stainless steel.

"German made," said Robbie looking at writing on the base of the hook.

"High grade composite alloy, strong and light," said Mary Ellen.

I sucked Captain Larry Cashman's cock and watched as Robbie attached short chains to the hooks.

"Hw much weight?" asked Mary Ellen.

"Ten kilos like we discussed," said Robbie holding up an octagonal weight that he must have borrowed from the camp's gym.

"Turn the camera and microphone in her direction. I want to see and hear the Lieutenant scream when those hooks goes through her knockers," said Mary Ellen. "Be sure she gets a good look at them before you set them."

"In through the bottom and out the top?" questioned Robbie his finger lightly tapping at the point of the hook.

"Just like we discussed. Exactly like you did to that girl we picked up hitchhiking on the way to Maine the summer after you got your commission," said Mary Ellen.

"We did her tits with those fishhooks they use for swordfish," said Robbie.

"You did one boob and I did the other. Then we fucked her and left her hanging from an oak tree in the woods near Lake Winnipesaukee. She may still be hanging there for all I know."

"She was a sophomore at Dartmouth, pre-law. Man, did she yell when those hooks went in," said Robbie.

"Your mind is filled with inconsequential trash. She screamed even louder when we hoisted her off the ground and left her hanging. It was a windy day and she was slowly blowing with the wind yelling her head off," said Mary Ellen.

"Childhood memories, we've got some great ones," said Robbie.

"Try to get the point of the hook to exit right through the nipple," said Mary Ellen. "Be careful, the tip is razor sharp."

"The camera asshole," squawked Mary Ellen when Robbie started to walk toward the other side of the room.

"Oh sorry," said Robbie stopping to turn the tripod mounted camera.

"And make sure she gets to see the hooks before you set them. Anticipation is all part of the game," added Mary Ellen.

"Yes Sis, will do. I've done this before you know," said Robbie walking off wiggling his hips.

Larry was holding my head working it back and forth on his cock causing my neck and rectum considerable pain. Still I had a moment to reflect as I watched Robbie's butt in that tight skirt swishing across the room. It wasn't what I would call a heterosexual walk. I'd seen walks like that on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.

"Oh God no," shrieked Nancy when Robbie squatted down to show her what he was going to puncture her boobs with.

Sucking Larry's cock when he was dressed in drag made me think that if this war on terrorism went on any longer we'd all go nuts and become gender confused, especially the officer corps. Ten years of fighting terrorists was taking a mental toll on the troops.

I recalled reading in a social history of the Napoleonic Wars that had gone on sporadically for almost twenty years that the professional armies of the day went off the sexual deep end.

In London, homosexuality became rampant. The officers of two respectable regiments like the Lancers and the Fusiliers would hold what they referred to as a "chiffon" party. These formal parties were large affairs with hundreds in attendance. The officers of one regiment would be chosen to be the femmes. They would dress in elaborate ball gowns. Officers wore their hair long so they didn't necessarily need wigs. Serious efforts to appear and act feminine were made.

A 'chiffon' ball would imitate the balls that were held during the London social season when young females of the nobility formally entered society and became eligible for marriage. The regimental orchestra would play and everyone would dance.

Of course, the difference was that the participants were all male and the evening ended in non-stop buggery. But the balls started normally with flirting and dancing before couples started pairing up and slipping off to one of the many rooms in the town mansions where the balls were held. According to accounts of the time, toward dawn the activity had degenerated into rooms of naked men sodimising one another in long lines.

Looking at Robbie and Larry, two ferocious warriors, dressed to kill as women made me think that the US military had already arrived at the chiffon ball stage.

As I did my 'no hands' best to drain the cum out of Larry's balls, I listened to Nancy Mavis's screams. Having large hooks pushed through your breasts is painful. I'd been there and done that thanks to Mary Ellen.

"I'm going to blow," said Larry grabbing the back of my head to force the first two inches of his pecker into my throat. "Bitch's screams are getting me off."

Larry hooked a couple of fingers of each hand under the straps of my head harness and used them as leverage to skull fuck me. Finally, he convulsed and blew his wad down my throat.

"You're nothing but a fucking slut," said Larry his saliva and cum covered cock across my face and hair. Then he leaned down and spit in my face to emphasize his point.

"Her eyes got big as saucers when I showed her the hooks. That look of fear always gives me a hard on," said Robbie as soon as he returned from across the room.

Mavis had stopped screaming for the moment. Her body was twitching and jerking. The ten-kilo weights stretched her tits toward the floor and you could see the bloody end of the hooks poking out the top of her breasts. There were streaks of blood starting at the entrance and exit points of each hook.

"How'd it go?" asked Larry once again slapping his cock hard across my cheek.

"Missed the nipple on her left titty on my first try. Got it right on the second attempt. Cunt pissed herself," said Robbie matter of factly.

"How's the world record coming?" asked Larry.

"Three in her pussy and four in her ass but they're still working. Bill's confident that she'll take five in both holes before they're done," said Robbie.

"That's terrific. It'll be quite an accomplishment for the unit. As soon as the other commands see what we've done, they'll be trying for six," said Larry.

"Yeah but we're going to require proof. Bill's got three remote camera capturing everything. We'll post the edited video on the Corps' WEB site. We keep the record until we see video proof," said Robbie.

"How wide are her holes?" asked Larry.

"You could stick your arm in her asshole. Pussy's getting there," said Robbie.

"I'll just walk over and see for myself," said Larry. "Pretty damn exciting moment for the Corps. Ironic that we're using an Army nurse for a cock kennel."

"Damn right it is, Semper Fi, Larry," sad Robbie as Larry walked away to the other side of the room.

"Let's amp her up," said Mary Ellen from the screen.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked. Normally one associates pain with force or heat or cold, something you can feel. When Mary Ellen tapped a key and I went out of my mind with pain I did not sense the body part in agony being slapped, whipped, crushed, burned, frozen or subjected to electrical shock. It was the most unbearable pain but the mechanism for causing it was a mystery.

"Ever hear of Operation Intel Freedom, Rozz?" asked Mary Ellen.

"No," I answered.

"I'm the Special Projects Officer for Intel Freedom. I'll give you the short description of the project. A Dr. Ariadne Walcott of Stanford University did some highly original research on how human nerves detect, quantify, and transmit sensations including pain throughout the body. Ariadne now works for me here at Fort Hood. She's quite a pain slut. You'd like her. She developed the first real understanding of how nerve endings work at their most basic level, the atomic one. We'd put her in for the Nobel Prize if it weren't such a secret. With me so far Rozz or do you need your cunt stimulated," asked Mary Ellen positioning her index finger over the keyboard.

"Yes, I follow you. Please don't hurt me anymore," I pleaded. Across the room, Lt. Mavis screamed. Someone shouted, "Four and four".

"Continuing, as you probably don't know, I have done some study, theoretical kind of shit, on how nanotechnology might be used to create weapons of the future. Frankly, nanotech in spite of the hype hasn't been going much of anywhere. It's becoming a materials technology like for self-cleaning windows crap like that. However, I had an idea. Based on Ariadne's research, could we employ nanotechnology to fool the nerve endings into reacting as if something incredibly painful had just happened? Still with me, Rozz?" said Mary Ellen taping a key causing me to scream.

"I understand, please stop," was all I could manage once I stopped screaming.

"Good, I will proceed. Would it be possible to employ nanotechnology in gathering battlefield intelligence? I wrote up a detailed description of my project and submitted it to the folks at the Department of Defense Research and Engineering department for funding. Well, the DDR&E bastards bought it. They set me up with a world-class laboratory here at Fort Hood. Hold it a second, Rozz, I'm going to cum," said Mary Ellen closing her eyes and grabbing the back of the heads of her two subordinates and forcing them against her pussy.

I watched as Mary Ellen's eyes closed then popped open and rolled back in her head. Her rug-munching duo was aggressively working on her clit and vagina when she hit the big 'O'. That was accompanied by a loss of bladder control. I recalled from my own experience in providing Mary Ellen oral service that releasing her bladder's contents into a waiting mouth was the grand finale of a good cum. She sprayed urine into the faces of the lieutenants who demonstrated their training by opening their mouths to capture their mistress's pee.

"Excellent you two," said Mary Ellen leaning down to kiss her two subs. I could tell they'd kept a little strong yellow to exchange by the way they pursed their lips and allowed Mary Ellen to recycle her body wastes.

"Rozz, do you recall those times, you ate my cunt and swallowed my urine?" asked Mary Ellen wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Yes, I did your mother, Denise, and you right before I married Trace," I said. We four Donaldson women had engaged in four hours of non-stop lesbian sex as part of some female family bonding tradition. It had included a part where the bride to be had to swallow the piss of the other female family members. Being a military family, the Donaldson's had numerous traditions.

"Yes, let me continue. In today's world and in spite of technological advances in my areas, gathering battlefield intelligence is fraught with problems and opportunities. For example, Robbie's unit is out in the field and they capture a Taliban. They need him to talk but those bastards are tough. You can twist their balls off and make them eat them but they don't cough up any useful information. It can take a week to break them. By that time what they know isn't worth shit. Furthermore, the human rights people show up and interview the Taliban who is now missing his nuts and they create a squawk about mistreating prisoners and the fucking Geneva Convention. The services need a tool that will quickly extract good intelligence from enemy captives and not leave a mark on them. Of course we all know that. Requirements include it must be small and able to be carried by an ordinary foot soldier. Those torture vans that the CIA came up couldn't be used in places like Afghanistan where there aren't roads and the terrain is mostly mountains. Plus you need a five-ton truck to pull the damn thing. Frankly the CIA really doesn't understand torture and have never had a dependable method for breaking prisoners. That's why they've outsourced torture to the Egyptians. Other requirements include able to withstand field conditions, simple to operate, quick to apply, and most importantly create a level of pain that the most fanatical terrorists who hopes to be a martyr cannot withstand not even for a few seconds. Well, my team here at Fort Hood did it," announced Mary Ellen proudly.

"So how does it work?" I asked.

"I combined Dr. Walcott's research with the most advanced nanotech to create a material that releases nanobots that cross over into the human body, locate nerve endings and stimulate them to cause unheard of pain levels. When I press this 'Alt-l' key, by the way it's for your left tit, nanobots, robots the size of a few atoms, pass into your body, locate the sensitive nerve endings in your breasts and excite them in the same fashion that a good pair of nipple clamps would. But because of the way the nanobots work, they can stimulate the nerves far greater than say a razor sharp alligator clamp," said Mary Ellen before quickly pressing and releasing the key.

Mary Ellen smiled as I shrieked my pain.

"When I release the key, the nanobots cease their activity and the pain goes away. All this happens in less than a microsecond," said Mary Ellen.

"It's really possible to do that?" I asked. It seemed too futuristic. Robots the size of a few atoms had entered my body located my nerve endings and attached them in a manner that simulated pain. It was the stuff of Star Trek or Flash Gordon. I could picture Ming The Merciless applying nanobots to Flash's oversized dick.

"Fucking yes it is. Plus the material that contains the nanobots resembles ordinary cloth that can be shaped into garments. Your hands are in gloves. Your tits are in a brassiere made of the stuff. We've also fabricated it into latex sheets and that's what's in your pussy and asshole. It's remarkably versatile. Robbie has been field-testing it for me. It works. Last week they captured a Taliban known as a hard case. Supposedly the Russians worked on him for days and got squat. Robbie's Marines' encased his balls in the material and activate the nanobots. A two minute application of the NP-3 and he was singing his head off. You're in an NP-4 by the way," said Mary Ellen.

"An NP-4?" I questioned.

"We've made several improvements. Robbie, put the clit device on Rozz," said Mary Ellen.

I begged and I mean begged for Robbie to leave my clit along but he ignored me. I felt something like pliers grab my love button and pull it down then I felt something clamp around the base of my clitoris. That part was uncomfortable but not particularly painful. My most sensitive female part was tightly encased in Mary Ellen's device.

"All set," announced Robbie when he was finished.

"Now I press Alt-C," said Mary Ellen extending both hands toward the keyboard.

There are not words to describe how my clitoris felt when the nanobots went to work. I could certainly see how no one could withstand torture like that. Later, when I had time to think I realized that Mary Ellen device would revolutionize the torture industry just as I with Bashira's magic root was hoping to revolutionize the female pleasure business.

I don't know how long she held down the Alt-C but moments later when she finally stopped I had pissed myself and snot and saliva were dripping out of my nose and mouth.

"We have one other NP-4 enhancement we want to show you. It's an amplifier," said Mary Ellen.

Robbie touched something at the back of my skull and I felt a sharp pinch.

"What was that?" I wailed.

"It's a very long and thin needle being inserted in the base of your brain. It picks up the pain signal and amplifies it. It works similarly to a stereo amplifier. It boosts the strength of the signal. So even if you left tit is not hurting all that much, your brain thinks it is in titty hell," said Mary Ellen.

"Oh my God," was all I could say.

"We got five in her ass," someone shouted from across the room.

"I'll demonstrate. First, without the pain amplifier, I press 'Alt-r' for right tit." Said Mary Ellen.

I writhed and twisted as my breast experienced hellish pain.

"Now I hold down the Control Key then press 'Alt-r'," said Mary Ellen.

How do you say that the pain was worse? But it was ten or twenty or a hundred times more painful. The strange part was that I didn't scream or twist. There was no muscular contractions or writhing. I didn't move. It was a pure form of pain, agony and nothing but agony.

"See the difference," asked Mary Ellen.

"Yes," I said weakly.

"And there's not a mark on your body. No nosy Human Rights asshole could find a place on you. There is absolutely no way for you or them to prove you've been tortured," said Mary Ellen.

"It's brilliant," I said and I meant it. Mary Ellen was a twisted psychotic bitch that would have loved to work for Hitler but she was a genius when it came to hurting people.

"Thank you, Rozz. That's sweet of you to say. Now I'm going to torture you with the NP-4 for a while," said Mary Ellen in her sweet little girl voice.

I started screaming for her to stop. I recall that a cheer of success rose from across the room where Lt. Nancy Mavis gained a secure spot in the book of perverted records.

All I can say is that I lived through it. Robbie said that Mary Ellen tortured me with the NP-4 for one half hour. When it was over I passed out.

Someone splashed cold water on my face and I came too. There on the screen was Mary Ellen looking pleased with herself.

"You're now the record holder for most minutes of NP-4 torture," said Mary Ellen.

"Kill me, please kill me," I whined. Things were quiet on the other side of the room. When I looked past the screen I could see that Nancy was sitting in a chair near me. Her hands and feet were bound to the chair arms and legs. There was an identical chair beside her. Robbie and Larry had lowered me to the floor and were removing all the NP-4 gear I was wearing. As soon as I was free, they put me in the chair beside Nancy and strapped me down.

God what's next I wondered? My question was answered when Robbie opened another Ft. Hood stamped plastic case and extracted two large plastic containers. One contained a brown substance I assumed was shit and the other a dark green liquid that I knew was piss.

"Open up and swallow," said Robbie as he slipped a plastic tube into my mouth. My esophagus took it down past my stomach valve into my belly. Larry was doing the same to Nancy.

"I thought we'd finish off my part of the evening with a snack. Are you girls in the mood to eat shit and drink piss? I must warn you that I've reduced the water content of the urine to give it some extra kick," said Mary Ellen.

Nancy and I were both too fucked up to even consider resisting. Robbie and Larry were busily connecting wide mouth plastic funnels to the tubes in our stomachs. The funnels were held by wire stands attached to the backs of our chairs. There were five young Marines watching intently as Robbie and Larry got us ready.

"Ever seen a cunt swallow shit or drink piss, Carl,' asked one Marine to another.

"Had a girlfriend back in college who was into water sports. She even kept frozen piss pops in her freezer to lick when she was in the mood. But she didn't eat shit," responded Carl.

"She ever drink yours?"

"Where do you think she got the piss to make the pops?"

They removed the top off the containers and began to ladle the loose shit into the funnels. I could see the brown substance slide down the tube and disappear in my mouth. Seconds later I felt it land in my stomach. They alternated between a scoop of shit and a cup of piss. The smell was awful and the taste somehow reached my mouth. I felt my stomach growing tighter as they packed it full. I began to look as if I was eight months pregnant. Finally they emptied the containers and stopped. Both of our navels had become an outtie.

"We got a little time," announced Robbie turning toward the five younger officers and hiking up his skirt. He reached back and pulled the tong out of his butt crack. "I could use a good pounding. How about you, Larry?"

"Same here, who wants to be the first to fuck my tight ass?" said Larry.

"I will, Captain,' said the Marine named Carl fisting his cock.

I passed out watching five young Marines take turns sodimising Robbie and Larry. They looked damn hot bent over with their skirts above their waist, clad in garter belt and hose with their butts spread. After a while, the two decided to take it in both ends. Totally exhausted with a belly stuffed with warm shit and piss I drifted off to sleep to the sound of Uncle Sam's finest grunting in response to having their butts fucked.