Chapter 2: Enematic Squirts
The cold water was a blunt, relentless invasion. Bianca could feel every ounce of it pooling deep in her colon, a heavy, sloshing weight that expanded with a dull, internal pressure. Her earlier sobs had subsided into choked, hiccupping breaths, each one jostling the liquid inside her. The inflatable plug felt like a cold stone wedged in her fundament, the one-way valve a cruel joke of modern engineering ensuring this torment had no natural end.
“It’s… it’s so cold, Jack,” she whimpered, her voice thin and reedy.
He was kneeling before her, his eyes tracing the tremors that ran through her thighs. “I know,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “It’s supposed to be. Feel how full you are? That’s all me. My will, made liquid, inside you.”
He leaned forward then, his breath warm on her chilled, sensitive flesh. His tongue, hot and shockingly agile, darted out and flicked across her swollen clit.
Bianca screamed.
It wasn’t a scream of pain, not purely. It was a raw, unfiltered reaction to the violent contrast of sensations—the searing heat of his mouth on her most sensitive nerve, and the deep, icy fullness in her bowels. The pleasure was a lightning strike, so intense it bordered on agony. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bench as much as the restraints would allow.
And with the convulsion, she lost control.
The muscles in her abdomen and rectum, taut from the effort of holding back the enormous enema, spasmed uncontrollably. She felt a powerful, involuntary push. It was a futile effort against the plug’s valve, but the strain was enough. The one-way mechanism allowed a fresh, chilling gush from the bag above to surge down the tube and into her already overburdened colon.
“That’s right, bitch,” Jack growled against her, his words vibrating through her clit. “Squirt around my tongue while I flood your bowels.” He licked her again, a long, slow, filthy stroke that tasted her arousal and her desperation.
Another scream tore from her, this one higher, more broken. Her body bucked, another useless, reflexive push forcing another cold influx from the bag. It was a vicious, terrifying cycle: the sharper the pleasure he wrought from her clit, the more her body betrayed her, clenching and pushing, each time triggering the cold water to pump deeper, making her fuller, heavier, more desperately stretched. She was being fucked in two places at once—by his expert tongue and by the relentless, chill tide he commanded.
He worked her until her screams dissolved into incoherent, sobbing pleas, until her convulsions weakened into helpless tremors. Only when she lay completely spent, a wreck of oversensitive nerves and overfilled guts, did he pull away. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to her glistening, throbbing flesh for a moment before snapping.
He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned to Nicole.
Nicole had watched it all, her own body singing a sympathetic chorus of agony and dread. The cold water inside her was a solid, growing mass. She felt grotesquely bloated, the skin of her belly tight. Every slight shift in position made the water slosh unpleasantly, a constant, humiliating reminder of her captivity. Her earlier confidence was a distant memory, burned away by the clinical horror of her situation.
Jack approached her, his cock hard and jutting from his open jeans. He didn’t speak. He simply reached for the valve on the tube connected to her bag and gave it a quarter-turn, increasing the flow.
Nicole gasped as the trickle became a steadier stream, the coldness somehow more intense, more penetrating. “Please… no more… I can’t take any more,” she begged, her voice strained.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, his voice low and flat. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He spat into his palm, slicked his cock with a few rough strokes, and then pressed the head against her asshole, right where the tube disappeared into her alongside the plug.
The pressure was immense. Her passage was already stretched to its limit by the inflatable plug and the volume of water. Now he was forcing his thick, fleshy cock into the remaining space - only that there was no space to remain. It was a brutal, grinding entry, a violation atop a violation. She cried out, a raw, guttural sound of protest and pain as he pushed inward, the thick ridge of his cockhead stretching her unbearably tight ring of muscle.
He sank into her with a deep, satisfied groan, his pelvis meeting her ass cheeks. He was buried to the hilt in her ass, his cock sharing the cramped, water-filled space with the hard silicone of the plug. The feeling was incomprehensible—a thick, hot, living intrusion amidst the chilling, liquid fullness.
He began to fuck her, his thrusts slow and deep at first, each movement a fresh exercise in overwhelming sensation. The plug shifted inside her with every pump of his hips, rubbing against his cock, sending bizarre, electric shocks through her system. The water sloshed and churned, the coldness agitating the hot friction of his penetration.
“Feel that?” he grunted, picking up the pace. His balls slapped against her with wet, rhythmic thuds. “You’re so fucking full. Full of my water. Full of my cock. You’re just a container, Nicole. A hole for me to use.”
His words carved away the last of her pride. She was just a container. A vessel being filled and used. The truth of it, in this moment, was inescapable. A broken moan escaped her lips, a sound of utter surrender.
He fucked her harder, his rhythm becoming punishing. The dual sensation of the moving plug and his pounding cock, combined with the ceaseless, cold internal pressure, pushed her toward a climax she didn’t want but couldn’t deny. Her body, trained to respond to intense stimulus, began to convulse around him. Her orgasm was a silent, shuddering explosion, her muscles clamping down viciously on the cock and plug inside her, her mind going white with a pleasure so fused with pain and degradation it was impossible to separate them.
Feeling her climax, Jack let out a harsh roar and drove into her one last time, his own release pumping hot into her already flooded depths. He stayed there for a long moment, panting, buried deep in her ass.
When he pulled out, the sensation was a weird, empty suction. He turned the valve on her tube, shutting off the flow of water. He did the same for Bianca. The bags above them were still half-full.
He walked to a shelf and returned with a thick, black silicone nozzle attached to a powerful-looking pump. He disconnected the water tubes from the plugs inside them with a soft, wet pop.
“The lesson’s almost over,” Jack said, his voice casual as he connected the nozzle to the pump. “You’ve both learned to hold it under extreme circumstances. Now, you’re going to learn the reward for your obedience.”
He pressed the nozzle against Bianca’s ass, alongside the plug. “This is going to suck the water right out of you. And when that pressure is gone… the orgasm will be biblical.”
He looked at Nicole, whose eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and desperate hope.
“And you,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You’re going to watch her come apart when she empties. Then it’ll be your turn.” He flipped a switch on the pump. It hummed to life, a low, threatening whir.
Jack pressed the black nozzle firmly against Bianca’s stretched asshole, creating a seal around the base of the inflatable plug. The machine sucked with an immediate, vulgar wetness, pulling the cold water from her bowels in a relentless drain.
Bianca gasped as the immense internal pressure began to recede, the sloshing weight inside her diminishing with each second. The relief was so intense it was almost a new kind of pain, a dizzying inversion of the fullness that had defined her existence for what felt like hours. Her body shuddered, sensitive and raw, every nerve ending screaming to life as the vacuum pulled the last of the water out with a final, wet gurgle.
“There it goes,” Jack murmured, his eyes locked on the tube where the cloudy water vanished. “All that control, all that holding on… gone in a few seconds.” He disconnected the nozzle, the inflatable plug still lodged within her, a reminder of what had been. Bianca’s abdomen felt hollowed out, terrifyingly empty and light.
He moved to stand beside her hip, his gaze dropping to her glistening, swollen pussy. Her juices had painted her inner thighs, a testament to the forced arousal and the traumatic pleasure of the enema. “But you’re not empty yet, are you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “There’s something else you need to give me.”
He pushed two thick fingers into her pussy without warning, burying them to the knuckles in her slick, hot channel. Bianca cried out, her back arching off the restraint bench as the sudden penetration sent shockwaves through her spent body. He crooked his fingers upward, pressing deep and firm against the spongy, textured wall inside her, searching for that specific spot.
“This is what you really needed,” he grunted, curling his fingers relentlessly against her G-spot. The pressure was direct and unyielding, a focused assault on the core of her pleasure. Bianca’s eyes rolled back in her head; the sensation was too much, a lightning bolt of pure, undiluted stimulation after the numbing fullness.
He worked his fingers in a steady, come-hither motion, stretching her open while his thumb found her clit, rubbing harsh, quick circles. “Come on, bitch. Let it go. Squirt all over my hand.” His commands were filthy and direct, pushing her toward the edge. Her body seized, muscles clenching around his invading fingers as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
With a guttural scream that tore from her throat, Bianca’s body convulsed. A hot, clear stream of fluid erupted from her, soaking his wrist and hand, splashing onto the leather bench beneath her. The orgasm was a fantastic, uncontrollable squirt, a total surrender of every last ounce of control she had left.
Her vision blurred as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked her frame, leaving Bianca trembling and utterly drained. Jack pulled his slick fingers from her with a wet pop, admiring the sheen of her release on his skin. He wiped his hand casually on the leather bench beside her hip, then turned his attention to the other woman.
Nicole had been forced to watch every second, her own body a tight coil of anticipation and dread. The cold water still sloshed heavily in her bowels, a constant, uncomfortable pressure that made her feel grotesquely full. Each shallow breath she took shifted the liquid interior, a humiliating reminder of her complete vulnerability.
“Your turn,” Jack said, his voice cutting through the humid air. He moved toward her with a predator’s grace, his eyes roaming over her restrained form. The red light glinted off the sweat on his chest. “You held it well. But holding it is only half the lesson.”
He connected the black nozzle of the pump to the tube leading into her. Nicole flinched as the cold silicone touched her skin. “Please, Jack,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I can’t… it’s too much.”
“You can, and you will,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. He flipped the switch, and the pump whirred to life, its suction immediate and violent. The water was ripped from her depths in a rushing, cold torrent that left her feeling hollowed out and eerily light. The relief was so profound it stole her breath, a dizzying emptiness where there had been crushing fullness.
Once the machine fell silent, he disconnected it, leaving the deflated plug inside her. He traced a finger along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Now for the fun part.” He positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock hard and eager. He spat into his palm, slicking himself generously. “You’ve been watching. You know what comes next.”
He didn’t tease. He drove into her pussy in one brutal, deep thrust, punching the air from her lungs. Nicole cried out, a sharp, broken sound as he filled the emptiness he’d just created. Her channel was slick and tight, clenching around his invasion. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each thrust jarring her entire body against the restraints. The angle was deep, the head of his cock grinding against her cervix with every plunge. “You like that, don’t you?” he snarled, leaning over her. “You like being used like a filthy ragdoll after all that.” She could only moan in response, her head thrashing side to side.
He slid a hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing rough, fast circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming; the deep, punching penetration and the sharp, focused friction on her clit. “Come on, Nicole. Squirt for me like your friend did. I want to see you lose it all.”
His words, combined with the relentless assault on her senses, broke down her last defenses. Her orgasm built like a wave, terrifying and inevitable. “I’m gonna… oh god, I’m gonna come!” she screamed, her body seizing up.
“Do it,” he commanded, fucking her harder. “Now.”
Her climax erupted, a violent, screaming release that wracked her frame. A hot gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking his pounding cock and the bench beneath her. He groaned, driving into her trembling depths once, twice more, before his own release pumped hot into her core. He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them panting in the aftermath.
He pulled out slowly, leaving her exposed and spent. He looked from Nicole’s wrecked form to Bianca’s, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Lesson learned.”