At seven forty-five, the lights flashed and the television shut itself off. Marie was lost in another world, the vibrator pressed have between her legs. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten minutes, her eyes glued to a pair of slim Asian women who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to ignore the shocks that were being administered by a timer on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the table next to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this part of the morning, even five weeks later. She ran through the steps in her mind, dreading each one, feeling her stomach turn, wanting to throw up. First was what Lora called "thinning her bush". Marie hated this more than most of the rest of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the videos. Yes, she wanted to experience these things, but no, she didn't want to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the movies. She was proud of her thick, lush cunt bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking twenty hairs from that bush each morning, holding them in her mouth through the rest of the morning's routine.
Next were the two enemas she had to give herself. These were horrible but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her worldwide clients but that she wasn't satisfied. At the start of week 6 of her 'training', the feeds would be live - video and sound. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bring double the price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a single bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the tough one. Lora insisted on two full bags, then an anal plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm water. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hoses, bags and nozzles she would need. Lora had already picked out the plug. Marie picked it up and circled the base with her thumb and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few days, this one would stretch her asshole to a little over two inches diameter. At its widest point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would slip inside her easily. That confidence sent a shudder of excitement through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty hairs off of her palm and felt them spreading across her tongue, floating in her saliva just above her taste buds. She didn't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the first enema out easily then filled herself with the second batch. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The same time every day. She would spend eight-thirty until nine on her back in bed, motionless, another component of Lora's training. She'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
Walking slowly from the bowl to the sink, she drew and drank three tall glasses of water -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another type of absolute control over Marie's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in her legs was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each step measured in inches, she could hear the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the exact center, then put her feet together and her arms at her sides. Now the awful waiting began.
The first few days, she had no idea what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of absolute stillness. But as the weeks went on, it became more and more clear. It was a daily half-hour in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep her body still but the need to piss was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock wave through her belly and the water in her rectum and colon responded, sending waves of pain up and down her back. She raised her hips but that only made the water move upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain shot through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first days and weeks, she'd managed to hold out until the half hour was nearly over. Twice, she didn't cry at all. She'd been proud of that, she had beaten Lora. But that was all behind her. Now, she knew it was inevitable and surrendered herself to it at the slightest sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into fists. Her arms and legs were strangely relaxed, but the rest of her, neck to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her eyes tight, her breathing fast and shallow, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into? This is insane! The thoughts scurried through her head, hardly registering against the backdrop of pain radiating from her insides. She's going to ruin me, I'm never going to be able to go out without diapers or maybe I'll have to have surgery. My insides are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it wasn't true, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few weeks, but she couldn't escape the fear. Then, the anger came. What the fuck is John thinking? I said I wanted to try something new, not...aaarrggghhhh. I can't even think straight. Fuck the two of them Fuck them! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same every day, back and forth between fear and anger, and always against the backdrop of her insides cramping up. By now, even this many weeks later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knees bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to push out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the wall and the relief she would feel, the blessed relief! as her body drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the plug was always too big, Lora was a master, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to push all the way through. And she would relent and relax and swoon as the plug slid back in, pushing the water deeper inside her, her belly swimming again like it was floating at sea, then the camps setting back in.
And always, while this was going on, she would hear Lora's voice in her ear, "your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything..." She let her hand slide between her legs and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this much water inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I don't care, I need the pain to stop and if I cum the pain will go away for a second, for a second, that's all I need, just a second without this pain..
And then, as she'd felt for the last three weeks, just as she was getting to the point of cumming, there were Lora's hands firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
"Time's up. It's time to flush your ass and get ready for the movies," Lora said.
Marie, pure animal now, nodded and muttered, "yes, yes, yes, yes" and tried to sit up. She cried from the pain and Lora held her, walked her into the bathroom and over the edge of the bathtub.
"There you go, dear, there you go," she said as Marie squatted, still crying and incoherent. "Are you ready?" Marie's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the front of the shower, tears running down her face. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood of water splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and feet and back, the pain of the cramps replaced by the pain of release. Inevitably, she'd lose her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this time to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora's eyes and said softly, "thank you."