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other dildo. The designer of the belt was kind enough to keep the bulges spread out, at least. The girl seemed less tense with it all out of her body. It wasn't a surprise.
He hung the sex toy belt from the top bar of the pen. He made sure to keep the plugs away from the dirty metal. He didn't want to have to stop and wash them. The man stepped towards the tray, ignoring the girl for a moment, and picked up the food and the large soda cup full of water. He presented it to her face with a small flourish.
It was a hot dog, and it was coated in semen. Large globs and thin dollops zigzagged across it like ketchup, and a particularly thick strand hung halfway off the edge of the sausage, only held in place due to it being cold and congealed. It was obvious that the amount of cum covering it had to have come from a lot of people. Somewhere around a dozen at the bare minimum. The girl's eyes widened at the sight, disgust settling across her face the instant she realized what it was. She sneered as well as she could with the nose gag, the crinkles in the corner deepening, and she closed her mouth with a quiet click of her teeth. The man, in response, lowered the hot dog so that it was in front of her lips.
The man stood still while the girl kept to her stubborn refusal. A minute into their showdown, the girl's stomach gurgled, causing her already red cheeks to flush a shade darker. The man continued to wait. It only took thirty seconds afterwards before she gave in. Hunger trumped her pride.
Her first bite was delicate and dainty, a careful extension of her teeth with no tongue. She ended up awkwardly slurping the dangling glob of semen into her mouth with no actual food accompanying it. It was swallowed with a grimace and a small shudder, but she didn't spit it out. Her next attempt was more natural, and it netted actual meat. Her expression was slightly less repulsed than before. The man let the food drift closer, enough so that she could reach the food without having to strain forward.
After that, they settled into a rhythm. The girl would eat, the man would move it closer, and so on. The man offered her sips of soda between every other third bite, which she happily drank through a straw. She was thirstier than she was hungry. It also rinsed the cum from her mouth, which had the unintended side effect of making the taste of the next bite of food more pronounced than it would be otherwise. She caught on to what he was doing, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She wasn't about to turn down the drink.
Both the food and the drink were polished off. The man wasn't surprised at the speed that they were finished. The hotdog was her lunch for the day, and the oppressive heat had wringed sweat from her by the bucket. The man understand how fast a person could become dehydrated in such hot weather. It could become dangerous if measures weren't taken to counteract it.
He brought out the handkerchief to wipe her face down one last time, removing some small patches of smeared semen from her mouth in the process, and then he walked away, circling back to the girl's behind. Her crotch was just as wet and inflamed as before, red and swollen like her face, and the starfish shaped bud of her asshole was still a little loose. It even twitched while he watched it. It hadn't settled all the way back into place, which was a stirring testament to how punishing the anal plug had been. The man could imagine how relieved the girl felt. He could imagine how hopeful and relatively free of pain she was now that the plugs were gone, how relaxed she was becoming. After all, the signs were all pointing to her being released soon. She was in the clear.
The man took out a small tube of lube from his pocket, liberally applied it to the relevant parts of the belt, and then knelt down behind her with it in hand. He lined the scoop up with her crotch, touched the tips to the entrances of their respective holes, and then pushed. The girl's breath hitched at the touch. Her body startled, but the movement did nothing. She couldn't squirm far without hurting herself. She clenched her muscles impotently and groaned, but that did not stop the man from pressing the plugs into her. The girl mewled and whined, but the man only clicked his tongue.
The urethra plug proved to be the hardest part. The thin beaded stick was obnoxious to handle due to how careful the man was. He didn't want to injure her, and that it turn made it harder for him to fully leverage the force needed to split her ass open. He had penetrated her with the other two shafts without any problems, but the third hole was a different story. There was progress with every second of careful pressure, but he wasn't as fast as he had been before.
By the time everything was all the way in, the girl was making muted noises of discomfort that seemed almost involuntary. When the man absentmindedly placed his hand on the leg that was hoisted up in the air, he could feel how it trembled through the latex.
The man gave the girl some time to calm down and relax. Or, to be more accurate, for her to get used to being stuffed again, the feeling of being full in the truest sense of the word. It must have taken a serious amount of effort to adjust to the sensation, but even so her twitching subsided after a minute or two. It didn't go away completely, but the man was fine with that. She had been holding her position for some time, he had expected her to be sore. He was honestly surprised that she was dealing with it as well as she was.
The man took something from the tray behind her. For the first time since he had arrived, he spoke. "I've noticed how hot it is," he said. "And I thought I might bring you something to help you stay hydrated."
He leaned over and dangled it in front of her. It was a liter bottle of soda, but filled with a clear liquid lightly tinged brown. The man shook it, causing some of the sediment inside to swirl around. He brought it back to his side. Thought the teenager didn't make a sound, the man caught her confusion, and the unspoken question.
He didn't respond. Instead, he reattached the plug adjustor to the sex toy belt. The two bulbs hung down from the soft plastic hosing, dangling just above the ground. The man flicked one to the side, and the other found its way into his hand.
"A quart isn't that much for an enema," the man said in a conversational tone. "But as I said, this is to keep you from drying out. You won't be expelling this, your body will be absorbing it."
The man clenched the bulb in his fist, the hiss of air being pumped into the tube clear in the otherwise silent room. The latex strip just below the tip of the anal dildo expanded ever so slightly, and as the man continued to pump the plug began to slowly grow. Clench, air was pushed inside, release, pause, another clench, and so on. The girl bit her lip but made no noise.
"I might have added something special to the mixture," the man admitted. "A small irritant. Nothing harmful or dangerous. Just a little pick me up. Something to focus on."
The strip grew larger and larger, slowly but surely pressing down hard and harder against the walls of her asshole. A rhythm was being built, a building of suspense and pressure. There was a moment, a very specific second, when a soft jolt ran down her body. The rubber plug inside the dildo had reached a special width. It was the size that began the transition away from being merely uncomfortable to something that was more. She moaned, low and deep from the bottom of her throat. The man continued on.
Clench, hiss, pause, then release. The same tireless repetitions, over and over again. They came one after the other, and the girl scrambled to adjust. The size of what she was dealing with was making it difficult, but she didn't have a choice. She wasn't being given time to ease into it.
When the man was done, the plug inside the dildo was wider than before he had deflated it. Not by much, but it didn't have to be. It had been big in the first place. Though the man had just wiped her down, a new coat of sweat was now clinging to her face.
The end of the second tube was dropped into the soda bottle, and the first bulb was replaced by the second. The man only stopped to double check the gear before he once again began pumping. He was slower than he had been before, but not by much. It took around half a dozen pumps for the first of the enema to reach the girl's ass. He could tell because his other hand was on her back, and the sudden clenching of her body was strong enough for him to feel.
"I'm sorry," the man said, "but I was lying earlier. From what I understand, the herb that I mixed in actually causes some rather intense cramps. The person I bought it from had used it on his own sub, and they were forced to expel it after twenty minutes. Just couldn't take it. Mind you, their enema was a full gallon, much more than a single liter, and they had planned on expelling it beforehand. It was a test to see how long it could be retained. The recipe called for a larger retention than this, and I couldn't be sure how much that would change the effect, so I added a little more than what was called for."
Clench, another squirt taken from the bottle, release, and then a pause before the next pump. Then came a repeat. And then another. Again and again, like a one-two punch. "Well, it could have been just a little. It depends on how important the ratio of liquids to herb is. Either way, it should be stronger than it would normally be."
His words were punctuated with the continued administration of the enema. The bottle was getting emptier and emptier. It was halfway gone at this point.
"Just think of it as an experiment. If it ends up being more bearable than expected, I can just give you another one with a stronger concentration. If not? Well, that's fine. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? It builds character." He patted her ass.
It took a minute for him to finish. She said nothing during the whole thing. The man had to admit that she had been very obedient, accepting everything with all the grace she could muster. More than anyone else could. The man very lightly strummed the wire attached to her vagina like it was a guitar chord. She flinched like she had been goosed, then shuddered and went still.
There was one last thing that needed to be done. The man took the bit gag and, with the same casual nonchalance as before, offered it to her mouth. She locked eyes with him, her strained, red face facing up against his pale, unconcerned expression. For the first time since he had walked in, the man let something leak across his face. Something beyond the cool professionalism. He saw the moment when she spotted the faint, thin amusement that hung off his almost nonexistent smile. The girl's attitude faltered.
It faded away in pieces, and was replaced by something more sullen. The girl looked down, or rather quit stretching her head up towards him, and opened her mouth. It was a passive gesture, an obedient one. The man placed the gag inside and wasted no time in tying it back in place. He had to pull on her head and the handle of the sex toy belt in order to get enough slack for the rope. The man ignored her pained reaction to the rough manhandling. He quit tugging at the plugs and the gag once they were tied together again. When he release his hands from the rope, he revealed that he there was now less slack than before. Her head and her ass were forced farther up then before.
The man stepped away from the cage. He took stock of what was in front of him. He inspected the latex suit that covered nearly all of the teenage girl's body, the way her legs were bunched up underneath her and how her knees had to carry all of her weight. Except for the one propped up, of course. He felt the stifling, humid heat, how it clung to him even in light clothes. He saw how stretched the girl was, both from the wires and the dildos. She was painfully immobile, unable to do anything. The only noise in the room came from was her heavy breathing.
"I'll return when the weather cools down. Probably this evening," the man said. "Maybe later. We'll see. Either way, I'll leave you to it."
The man bent down and plucked everything he had brought in off the ground, then dumped it on the tray. He walked away unhurriedly, the rustle of his footsteps against the hay on the ground the only sound of his passing. He ambled down the corner and across the hallway, soon out of sight.
The girl might not have been able to guess that the man had finally begun to smile, but the man had a good idea what the expression on her face was.
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