Sarah and the Wine Cellar

SARAH AND THE WINE CELLAR

       Sarah’s curvy young figure looked incredible stretched out over what I had affectionately begun calling “The Rack.”  It was actually the rim to a tractor’s large rear wheel, half of which I had buried in the earthen floor of the old wine cellar, leaving a wide, arching steel band exposed.

       Though modest, it served admirably in arching Sarah’s back, stretching out sexy young body against her will.  Arranged at the corners of a square perimeter around the The Rack, offset only by a foot and a half, steel eyelets were bolted into poured concrete.  Lengths of hemp rope were tied through the eyelets, and then stretched taught and tied around Sarah’s wrists and ankles, stretching out her arms and legs in four different directions.

       I could have stood there forever watching her sleep.  I took a profound pleasure in watching her big soft breasts rising and falling gently.  The air was cold in the wine cellar, and her adorable little nipples were hard under the cups of her black bikini top.  The smooth milky white skin on her belly and thighs was covered in goosebumps, but she remained unconscious, oblivious to the cold hell to which she would soon awaken.

       It had been nearly fourteen hours since I had sedated Sarah with an ether-soaked rag, but she finally began to stir.  It did not take her long to figure out she was in trouble.  She struggled first against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles before her big brown doe eyes snapped open in a confused terror.  She moved her head around in a panic, searching with those big beautiful young eyes for an answer to any of the millions of questions racing through her head.  It probably didn’t help that the top of her head was pointed to the floor.  The tips of her long, straight brown hair brushed against the floor of the earthen wine cellar, sweeping back and forth against it as she jerked her head and body around.

She started screaming, louder and louder, but all that came out through her open-mouth gag was a series of loud grunts and a few salivated gurgles.  As her soft white belly started rising and falling faster and faster, and her screams became panicked and desperate, I could tell the realization was sinking in: Someone had kidnapped her from her poolside in her backyard, and had taken her to some kind of a dungeon.  Then she really started screaming.

       Before she could start to cope with her current state of affairs, I began my work.  Still panicking and confused, she didn’t notice me walk over to the side of The Rack with a leather belt.  I folded the belt in half, and brought it down hard and fast on her pale white belly with a loud “WHAP!”  Her abs tightened beneath her soft flesh, and she screamed a long pained scream.  I hit her with another “WHAP!” and her scream of agony was punctuated by sobs.  The sound alone made my cock even harder, so I gave her three more hard lashes, just to hear it again.  Her scream of anguish stretched out into sobbing screams of terror and distress.  She was hyperventilating at this point.  Because of The Rack, I could see the lower part of her ribcage expanding and contracting with each panicked breath, despite her full curvaceous figure.

       When Sarah’s cries of distress and panic began to turn in to drawn out choking screams of hysteria, I decided I should try to calm her down.  Positioned the way she was, she still could not see as I slipped my hand deftly beneath the black bottom of her small string bikini, though she certainly felt when I began massaging her hairy little mound.  She cried loud, and jerked her body up off of The Rack, arching her back and thrusting her large luscious tits into the air even more.  With the other hand, I seized one of her big lovely tits and started kneading it, rubbing her hard nipple through her black bikini top.

       Sarah arched her back and shook her hips, shrieking in hysterical protest as I sought out and stimulated her tender young clit.  I tried and tried to relax her, but her youthful, frightened innocence kept her cunt dry and my efforts futile.  She would have to be punished for this.

I withdrew my hand from her crotch and breast, but she still cried and screamed as though I was still molesting her.  Don’t worry, I thought, I’ll give you something to cry about.  I leaned over and opened a cooler I had next to The Rack.  I withdrew a gallon of icy cold milk, and a hand-pump for siphoning automotive fluids.  I had made certain to age the milk about two weeks past its expiration date.  Placing the gallon of milk on top of the cooler, I stuck one end of the hose in the jug and pushed it all the way to the bottom.  I then slid the section of her bikini that covered her asshole to the side, and Sarah jerked up once again, renewing her hysterical cries of distress.  They did little to deter me from sliding the tip of the hose into her tight, puckered brown anus.  She started shaking, jerking, and thrusting her hips quite violently then, so I slid the hose in a few more inches to keep it from falling out.  Though confused, she knew that she didn’t like what was happening, and didn’t like the feeling of having something inside of her ass; It was likely the first time anything other than her own shit had been inside of it.  She was crying and screaming in terror, making lewd gurgling and slurping sounds between sobs.

       Sarah didn’t see any of what I had done, so I could only imagine the thoughts and emotions she was experiencing when I began pumping.  It wouldn’t take long to figure out that something freezing cold was being pumped into her ass, but those first few pumps must have been cruelly confusing.  The first gush that went in sent her back flying off of The Rack and instantly rendered her silent.  Her eyes went wide, and she stared blankly at the ceiling.  The second pump resulted in a loud, low, man-like, agonized grunt.

       I kept pumping, and Sarah kept groaning in that low, hideous and inhuman way.  Her pale body grew paler, if that was possible, and was covered in goosebumps.  It wasn’t long before I knew she was lost in a freezing cold agony.

       “You didn’t get wet for me, Sarah.  I just wanted you to feel good.  I bet now you’d much rather be sopping wet while I play with your pussy.  Am I right, Sarah?”

Sarah responded with a long, low, quavering groan.  By now, over a third of the gallon was inside of her, and she was shaking tremendously.  Her smooth white belly had also begun to inflate, plumping a little from the milk inside.

       Her grunts became more rapid, and I knew that she was then in as much pain from the pressure inside of her as the cold.  She discovered how to move again, gyrating her hips and struggling against the ropes.  Her body went from being covered in goosebumps to being covered in a slick sheen of sweat, causing her milky white skin to glisten in the dim light of the wine cellar.

When Sarah’s ass had sucked up over half of the gallon, she started looking like a pregnant teen.  It was almost funny to see her bloated up in that black bikini.  She had stopped grunting and started screaming again, shaking and jerking around.  I still couldn’t tell what she was saying from behind her gag, but if I were to hazard a guess, I would say she was frantically begging me to stop filling her up and to let her go to the bathroom.  When she resumed her sobbing, I almost couldn’t stop myself from blowing my load.

       “You must be hot, Sarah.  Just look at all that sweat!  Don’t worry, sweety, I’ll help you cool down,” I told her soothingly.  I took a break from pumping the milk into her asshole to unstring her bikini top.  While she hardly seemed to notice, I certainly did.

       Sarah’s breasts were way too big for a girl her age.  I bet every boy in her school has jerked his cock thinking about what it would be like just to glimpse what I now had at my complete disposal.  Her nipples were the size of silver dollars, and were such a subtle shade of pink that they hardly distinguished themselves from the pale skin of her tits.  In response to the way her body was stretched, her weighty breasts spilled towards her chin and pointed outward, jiggling and wobbling back and forth generously with each jerk and jolt of Sarah’s tortured body.  With my free hand, I kneaded and fondled each of her tits harshly.  I twisted her left nipple hard and pulled up, producing a sharp jerk and a loud scream.  I pulled on her nipple until I thought she would lose her voice, and then finally stopped.  I repeated with her right nipple.

       Sarah’s stomach now contained three quarters of a gallon of milk, and joined her tits in jiggling and bouncing back and forth as she spasmed dramatically.  If someone didn’t know better, they might say she was eight or nine months pregnant.  And from the way she was moving and screaming, they might even guess she was in labor.

       I decided three quarts was enough for the poor girl, and took the hose out of the milk.  If she noticed I stopped pumping, she didn’t care to show it.  Her body was still trembling, she was still screaming from behind her gag, and she continued to shake her hips. Hers was a tremendous battle to contain the near-gallon of milk inside of her ass, and preserve what little modesty remained her.

       “Poor baby!” I exclaimed with a soft air of false sympathy.  “Look at your poor tummy.  I bet you really need to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” I asked.

       She responded with a deep and guttural groan that trembled with a vicious mixture of cold and pain.  I took it for a “Yes.”

       I knew the cramps must have felt like her belly was splitting open from the inside, but I also knew that the human colon could contain nearly two gallons before it would rupture.  One certainly wouldn’t think it, though, with the way Sarah’s belly had inflated.  Her once fleshy, curvy abdomen was now grotesquely ballooned out, and was now in more proportion with her tremendous suffering.

       I removed something else from inside of the cooler.  “Brace yourself,” I warned her before I rapidly withdrew the hose from her anus.  She gasped, and only a single white drop escaped before I replaced the hose with the large butt plug I had soaked in water and then frozen.

       Sarah whined loudly as her asshole stretched and gave way to the butt plug.  I felt her trying in vain to push against it, but her sphincter was exhausted from squeezing against the hose.  She started to sob loudly once more when she realized that she could not push the freezing plug out of her, and resumed her violent, trembling convulsions.

       I stood up and placed myself next to her sweaty, distorted body.  I placed my hand on her poor belly, with my palm just above her navel, rubbing it in a slow circle.  What had once been soft and fleshy was now firm and full and trembling.  Much to my delight, her bloated tummy was cold.  She whined and groaned at my touch, jerking around more to try and shake my hand away.

       I smiled and whispered, “Shhh!” while I pressed down steadily, leaning all of my weight into her.  She stopped moving immediately and released a terrible groan.  Her belly, though full and hard, gave way beneath me in the same manner that a giant water balloon would, albeit with a little more resistance.  I felt her abs tighten, fighting against the crushing weight of my hand, but they quickly expired beneath me, and I knew then that she was in hell.

       “UUUHHHHGGHH!!!” she screamed from behind her gag.  “UUUHHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!!! UGH-UGH-UUUUHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!” and her eyes widened tremendously.  Her legs and wrists struggled violently against the ropes.  Her grunts became hard silent coughs when she ran out of air, and could not draw in any more with such pressure on her diaphragm.  After a minute, I released, and I watched as her swollen belly rose and fell.  Her exhales were exhausted, tormented grunts, and she still shook from the cold.

       I gave her a minute to catch her breath, and then pushed down once again, this time keeping an eye on the butt plug.  She screamed and grunted in the same repulsive manner that hardened my cock, and I could see the butt plug responding in proportion to the pressure I was applying.  The base stuck out more, and the wrinkled brown rim of her anus pushed out as well.  Her asshole was, for a while, convex, and she may even have prolapsed if it weren’t for the plug.  For a moment, I thought I saw the plug coming out, so I released her stomach yet again.  She repeated her horrible tortured breaths, this time interspersed with sobs.  Then I pushed down again, with both hands.  She started to scream, as normal , but this time she was cut short.  She made a gulping sound and a rough grunt, and I watched as a splash of milky white vomit ejected from her open mouth gag.  She groaned loudly before spewing more.

       This routine went on for some time, with me pushing and her screaming and groaning, vomiting up a little milk every few pushes.  It was an incredible test of endurance to keep my cock from ejecting its own milk.

       When I finally stopped and checked my watch, over an hour had passed, and I decided that if she had not passed out yet, she wasn’t going to.  I released her belly for the last time, relishing her now-familiar sucking gasps for air.  Despite her vomiting, her belly remained just as large and bloated as before.

       While Sarah caught her breath, I set about bringing a large plastic bucket up against the rack, between Sarah’s widespread legs.

       “Have you learned your lesson, Sarah?” I asked, coolly.

       “Ughh!” she choked out in affirmation.

       “So I guess you want me to take out that mean plug in your ass and let you release all of that milk, right?”

       “Uuuughhh!” she begged.

       “Ok then, baby.  I guess you’ve earned that much.”

       I rubbed her sweaty white belly one more time, and moved my hand to the plug in her ass.  Making sure the bucket was right below her abused butthole, I slowly pulled on the plug.  She whined as the no-longer frozen invader was withdrawn, and a trickle of milk creeped out of her the more I pulled.

       When Sarah realized that I was going to make her shit out all of the milk right there while I watched, she started screaming hysterically in protest, but it was too late.  I removed the rest of the plug swiftly, and her sphincter was too stretched out and too exhausted to stop the geyser of milk that erupted from her ass.

       She screamed and whined and groaned and gurgled, producing more tears as the milk poured out of her.  When finally the first flood terminated to a trickling stream, she started sobbing and begging from behind her open-mouth gag.  Her tummy had shrunken considerably, but it wasn’t back to its original soft and fleshy flatness, so I knew she was retaining more.

       “What’s wrong?  Are you embarrassed? Am I humiliating you, Sarah?” I asked.

       She looked up at me as best she could, and pleaded with her eyes to stop this horrible humiliation and to let her shit in private.

       I responded by pressing down again on her tummy as I had before.  Her back arched and her abs tightened, but the fight did not last long.  Her butt hole opened up again and squirted another flood of the disgusting, stinking brown mixture of shit and warm milk.  If not for the repulsive smell, one might think the plastic bucket was full of melted chocolate ice cream.

       This torrent was punctuated by a squirting sound to indicate that it had ended, but I knew she still had more in her.  I released Sarah’s belly, allowed her to gasp exhaustedly for air, and then resumed pressing down on her, this time with both hands.  More milk came out, along with a couple of slimy terds that made a loud, embarrassing “plunk” when they collided with the milk in the bucket.  I laughed out loud a little, released her belly, and then pressed down again.  Sarah responded with the same hard groan one would hear from a woman in child birth, pushing as hard as she can to eject what was in her out into the world.  I was delighted to see that she was pissing herself as well.

       It all mixed into the bucket, into a truly repulsive congealment of spoiled milk and human waste.  I never would have guessed a girl her age could be capable of creating such a stench.

I knew Sarah was truly empty when most of what escaped her were squeaking, humiliating farts.  She groaned and whimpered a little from the embarrassment, but I could tell she was too exhausted and relieved to scream and convulse the way she had before.

       “There you go, baby.  All empty!  Don’t you feel better?” I asked.

       “Uhhh…” was all she could muster in response.  Her body was still, except for her deep breathing, and her eyes were half-closed.  If I let Sarah lay there long enough, she might have passed out.  But I had other plans in mind.

       “You must be hungry after all of that,” I suggested.  “You’re tummy’s all empty now, and I think it needs to be filled again.”

       She whined a little in distress, wondering what new torment I could possibly be suggesting.  She would not need to wonder for long.

       I picked up the bucket by its handle, and came around to the other end of The Rack where Sarah’s head was.  Against the nearby wall was a device I had custom made, just for this purpose.

       It was originally a big plastic industrial sink, standing on four plastic legs.  I had removed the tap and all the piping so that it was now a large, open tank with a hole in the bottom, about three feet off the ground.   In place of piping, I fitted a thick, clear vinyl hose to the drain hole beneath the sink with a PVC threaded ring around the end of the hose and a matching receiver on the underside of the sink, just inside the drain.  The other end of that hose had a similar PVC ring around it, except that this one matched the receiver in Sarah’s open-mouth gag.

       I set the bucket down beside the tank, and picked up the end of the hose.  I crouched low and stroked Sarah’s tear-soaked cheek with my thumb.  She tossed and turned her head, grunting and groaning, so I had to grab her face firmly and hold it in place to screw the end of the hose into her gag.  She was screaming again and jerking around, but the hose had enough slack for it not to loosen from the underside of the tank.  She started crying again, and I stood up.  I stepped back and admired my work:  Anything that went into that sink, and down that drain, would end up down Sarah’s throat.  When she started screaming and jerking around more violently, I knew she had come to that realization as well.

       I walked back over to the sink, picked up the bucket of shit and piss and rotten milk, and started to tip it into the sink as she panicked harder and screamed louder.  I turned my head hard over my shoulder, gave her a sadistic smile, and started to pour.

       I poured the entire bucket into the sink, and watched as the sickening brown slurry raced through the hose and into Sarah’s mouth.  She let out the loudest, most hideous groan I had ever heard.  Her cheeks puffed up, filling with her shit, and she was forced to take her first swallow.  She screamed again and gulped more of it down.  Then another swallow.  She coughed a little as though she was about to vomit, but before she could, her cheeks were full again and she had to swallow more.

       Sarah could only drink the shit-milk so fast, so the rest of it waited in the tank, charging forward a little more with each gulp.  A few of her terds floated around on top.

       I watched as Sarah’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she tried to put herself in a better place, where she wasn’t being force-fed three quarts of spoiled milk that she had just shit out.  I normally would have allowed this, but I was at my breaking point.

       I walked back around between her legs, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly.  I tore her bikini off of her hips, and I could not have stopped myself from ramming my hard cock into her as deep and hard as I could, even if I wanted to.  That seemed to snap her back into reality a little bit, and her big tits bounced around defiantly when her back arched off The Rack.  She made that muffled screaming sound of having a mouthful of shit and milk, and then made it again when I pinched her nipples hard and pulled.  I made sure to time my thrusts with the rhythm of her gulping.  She wasn’t wet, and I knew she wasn’t going to get very wet, but it was enough for me to feel her velvety soft inner folds with my cock.  Her innocent young pussy squeezed against my cock in protest, and only served in exciting it further.

       I continued to rape and ravage her pussy and pull and pinch and twist her nipples as she continued to scream and grunt and gulp.  Her tummy was growing big again, so I slapped it hard a few times with an open palm.  At last, when I felt that fire in my balls and the need to release, I managed to summon the willpower to remove myself from within her.  I dashed back over to the tank, and jerked my cock until I spewed my load, adding it to the horrible mixture.

       I looked back at her, and her eyes were once-again rolled back.  Her belly grew bigger and bigger, and her sloppy, lewd gulping sounds became less rapid, meaning that the tank was almost empty.  By the time I watched the last few drops trickle down her throat, my cock was already hard again.

       Sarah’s belly had grown huge again, and was just as big as it was before, if not bigger.  She breathed quick and shallow, trying desperately not to vomit.  Her eyes were half-closed again, but she was no longer crying.  She appeared satisfied that the worst of this was over.  I could have pondered all day on how refreshing her youthful ignorance was, but I knew that my time was limited.

       I bent over and unscrewed the hose from beneath the sink and placed that end in the bucket.  I made sure it would stay in there if Sarah jerked around, and I walked back beside the rack.

       Sarah was still breathing deeply and heavily, and I waited for her to exhale before I quickly drove my palms into her belly.  She hardly got the chance to make a sound before a blast of vomit erupted from inside of her and flooded through the hose, into the bucket.  I stopped for half a second and pressed again, producing equally satisfying results.  I stopped again, and she had time to scream in protest once before I squeezed more vomit out of her.  When she got to the point that she was only producing burps, I finally stopped.  I looked in the bucket and was pleased to see that it was just as full as it was before.

       Sarah was breathing harder and more powerfully than she at all had yet, and each of her exhales was a scream.  I saw that her wrists and ankles were raw from where they had been struggling against the ropes.  I went back around to where her head was and started unscrewing the hose from her gag.

       “Poor little baby,” I said, stroking her cheek.  “No fourteen-year-old should ever have to endure this… It’s truly a shame that you have such a wonderfully curvaceous body at such a young age, otherwise I doubt I would have thought you were worth the risk.  Oh well, there’s nothing that can be done for that now.  Are you ready for your second round?”

       Sarah’s young eyes went wide in terror, and she started screaming hysterically; gurgling and crying and screaming bloody murder.

       I picked up the bucket, took it between her legs, and plunked one end of the siphon-pump hose into it.  Ignoring her screams and convulsions, I slid the other end once more into her asshole.

       “This is going to be a very long night for you, Sarah.”

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