“No, I haven’t.”
Roman looked over his shoulder with a stern look and Gage came up from behind and swatted me hard on the butt. Luckily, my towel helped block some of the sting, but it still had me yelping.
“No, what?” Roman asked, warning lacing his words.
“No… no, Master. I have never had an enema before.” I didn’t want one. Unlike the idea of a spanking, this did not give me butterflies in my tummy. This didn’t look like it would be worth any diamonds at all.
“Which is exactly why you are going to receive one,” Gage said as he walked back toward the camera. “You need to be nice and clean for any anal discipline.”
“But I…” I looked at Roman and felt panic as I stood there trying to process what was going to happen. I really had no idea what an enema felt like, what it would do, or if I would truly hate it.
“Now, now, Cheri,” Roman said and placed the enema tools on the floor. He stood up and smiled, offering a look of kindness, which did help… a little. Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me.
“Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing.
He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gage, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video.
Roman squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”
I glanced at the camera and could see that the red light was on. For a split second, I thought about running. All I had to do was grab my clothes and be out the door and into freedom. I could leave. I could flee this house and never look back. I didn’t have to marry Roman. Was this worth it?
Make wise choices, the words of my mother rang in my ears.
Yes, running wasn’t wise.
I knew they would catch me, and the punishment… would be severe. Roman had already warned me that the minute I agreed to the initiation, there was no turning back. They would never allow it.
Not wanting Roman to have to repeat himself, I did as he asked and got on all fours, my ass facing the camera. Roman patted my behind, reminding me of the spanking I had just received. I wondered if it was red or bruised. I was sure The Iron Colt Brotherhood, who was watching this video, enjoyed seeing the signs that I had just been spanked. They probably wished I was bleeding while lash after lash scarred my creamy flesh.
I assumed they all were sick bastards in some way. They had a manor full of screaming, crying, and moaning women, after all.
“You are such a good girl,” Roman praised. “Your Master is going to take all the bad away from your body. Every single toxin left inside. You just have to endure for a short time, and I will give you two diamonds for good behavior.”
I could see him pull the enema bag and nozzle his way as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the snap of a bottle, some shuffling around, and the feel of a wet nozzle touching my anus.
“Okay, I’m going to put this tube in this tiny little hole of yours. It will sting as it stretches you, but I want you to be a good girl and not give me any tears. Take it up the ass without a fight, and just know it won’t be the last thing spreading your hole wide.”
As the tube entered inside of me, I gasped at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it felt odd having something inserted in a place so… private. As it entered all the way inside, Roman spread my legs wider and then pressed down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts pressed firmly against the terrycloth, and my butt high on display caused my face to burn in humiliation. I could feel the cool air of the room on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera.
“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I will go nice and slow, but you are going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly expanded and cramping attacked my lower region.
“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I would be mortified if I had a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that was what my body was threatening to do if I didn’t run to the toilet that sat off in the corner in its small little compartment of a room.
“No. You have to take it all before you are allowed up.” Roman held the nozzle firmly in my hole, and placed his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “Please. You don’t understand.” I didn’t want to tell them that I had to go bad, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Cheri,” Roman warned. “Listen to me.”
The cramping intensified, and I felt as if I would explode at any second. Sweat coated my skin. “Master! I…” I clenched my anus as tight as I could to hold it back. The action only reminded me that something foreign was inside of me. “I can’t,” I whined.
“Do you want me to distract you?” he asked.
I nodded and just whimpered in response.
Roman reached around and gently massaged my extended belly, which did seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stopped, he sat back and ran his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then left the taboo spot and dipped down to my sex. When he touched me, I realized I was dripping wet.
“Ahhh, my dirty princess is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his fingertip around my clit and then dipped down to the folds of my pussy, collecting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.
The one thing I had to admit as I moaned in both agony and pleasure was Roman had successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I wasn’t comfortable, but at least I wasn’t in a panic that I would expel waste all over the place while Gage filmed it.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Roman praised as he stopped playing with my clit and patted my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes…” I moaned. A sharp slap to my ass had me quickly saying, “Yes, Master.”
Would they make me use the toilet on camera as well? I didn’t want to, but at this stage, I didn’t care what it would take to be able to relieve the immense pressure. The control it took to hold it all in made my legs quiver.
“All right, Cheri. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”
I nodded and moaned loudly as waves of cramps attacked, one after another.
“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. Welcome to the manor. You have a long way to go but you just earned yourself three more diamonds.”
He patted my behind softly before he very slowly eased the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I would go right then and there. I cried out in fear of having an accident in front of them. Clenching tightly, which only made the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow managed to run to the small room that only held a toilet and closed the door behind me.