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    "An Interesting Saturday Night - Part 5 of 5"


    Hell, I needed a break from all the sitting I just had the
unfortunate pleasure of experiencing.  I was getting groggy from
all of the punishment.  But I want to get back to tell you the
rest of the story including the finish.

    They were nice enough to give me all of my break and
even a bit more.  Having all this extra time off was making
me wonder what was going to happen next.  I didn't know that
it was getting late (or early, depending on how you looked at
it).  They had been at this most of the night now and I was
getting worn down pretty well, so all I wanted was to get it
over with.  I only had one more man to please, and he had already
had me suck him off and had watched the others do what they did.
So I couldn't see what he could want, if anything.

    Well he came to the center of the room where the four of
us were standing and looked me over.   He reached down and pressed
against the lower part of my stomach and stuck his forefinger
just inside me.   He started rubbing me between my legs and then
patted the lower part of my stomach once again.  He wasn't making
any sense, but I knew that he had something in mind for sure.

    Looking over at the Bitch, he asked, "Did you ask her husband
how much she can hold during an enema?"

    "Yes", the Bitch replied,  "He said she's back up to almost
a gallon now when she is empty."

    "What do you mean by almost a gallon?", he asked.

    "Well, she can take all but about a pint, but on a good day
she can take a whole gallon", she answered.

    "Okay, is she empty?"

    "Yes", she came here that way and we made sure ourselves."

    "Well, I want you to properly display her and put that funny
looking nozzle in her and then slowly, but not too slowly put one
full gallon plus one additional ounce in her."

    "What do you mean by properly displayed?", the Bitch asked.

    "Put one arm in that direction and the other one over there, and
put her legs the same way so that she looks like a big cross.  Make
sure you to do it in such a way that we can all sit in front of her
and watch her as the water or whatever flushes in and out of her.

    "Hell, someone will have to put it in because it won't go in
all by itself", the Bitch replied.

    "Isn't there something we can use to make it go in while we
all watch?", he asked.

    "Well we do have a low pressure pump that we use here that
should do the trick", she answered.

    "Can it be slowed down enough that she takes it slow and
feels every drop?", he asked.

    "Oh!, but after she gets three quarts in her, she will feel
every drop anyway,...you can bet on it!"

    "I don't want to bet on it", he said, "I want to see it!"

    Well, they got right to it and fastened my wrist cuffs to
the ropes that were still hanging from the ceiling.  They pulled
my arms tight and before I knew it I was up on my tip toes.
Once they had the ends of the ropes tied off they took some more
rope and fastened them to each of the ankle cuffs.  As my legs
were being pulled apart I felt the weight of my body being tugging
at my arms.  Soon, that is how I stayed as my feet were swaying
gently off the floor and I was in the shape of a big cross.

    The Bitch got out a funny nozzle, which was really a double
bardex, and dabbing a bit of K-Y jelly on the tip inserted the
tip up inside of me.  I felt her inflate the inner bulb, and then
the outer one, pulling them tightly together and closing the bardex
tube off.  She gave them a small tug to make sure that they were
set tight in place...as if my face didn't tell her that.

    At that point she walked out of the room and came back with
this little pump.  It was smaller than the one I had used at home,
but I had no doubt in my own mind that it would do it's thing.
I knew from experience that once it was turned on that there
would be no way I could hold back any of what someone wanted to put
into me.  I had tried on several occasions in the past, so now I
just relaxed and waited until it was over.  Hell, the Bitch left
the room again and this time she was gone a few minutes longer.
When she returned she had a large glass water bottle with a
measured amount of water in it.  She sat it down behind me next
to the pump.

    "How much is in it?", the third man asked her.

    "One gallon and two ounces", she replied, "Plus six more
ounces that the pump won't pull out of the bottle."

    "Okay", he replied, "I'm ready for you to get started."

    Well, as she was hooking up the tubes between the pump
and the bottle, I heard the pump start so she could run
the air out of the line she was going to hook to me.  As soon
as she had done that she fastened it to the middle tube of
the bardex.  I knew when she had, as I felt the weight of the
added tubing pulling on the nozzle.  The other two bitches
were already over with their husbands and she flipped on the
switch, starting the Angstrom pump, before joining her husband.
I could feel the water coming in me right away as she had made
it a bit warmer than I was used to.

    So there I was, all of them watching me as I was being
filled to the limit.  I was trying to move a little so I
could adjust myself as the water was expanding me.  I could
see that they were looking right at my stomach as I knew by
the feel that I was getting some bigger.  That water was
slowly running when one of them said, "Hell, she is half-way
now."  "Half-way?", I thought to myself, "Shit, I hope I'm
farther along than that!"

    Time was passing so slowly now, and I could now feel the
pressure building more and more with each second that passed.
Soon I was starting to really hurt and I started pulling on the
ropes that were binding me.  That did no good, but just made me
feel that much worse.  As the water was still running into me
the man that this was being done for said, "Well she is on
the last quart now."  Oh! I knew that I couldn't hold any more
and I was biting my lip trying to not let it get into me.  Soon
I was letting out low sounds as I wasn't gagged this time, and
before much more time had passed I found myself pleading with them.

    "Please turn the pump off", I begged.

    "Why?  You aren't full yet my little Slut!", the Bitch replied.

    "Please! Please! Oh!...I can't take any more!", I begged.
I knew I could use my code word, but I didn't and I was hoping
that I wouldn't have to.  I begged them again.

    "Please!.. Please!", I shouted through the pain.

    They all just looked at me.  I was looking pregnant now
and I could hear the pump just running on.  Finally, I heard
the familiar sound of the pump running out of water.  I didn't
feel any more coming into me, and the Bitch got up and turned
the pump off.

    "How long can we leave her full like that?", the third man
asked.

    "Until we let it out of her", the Bitch replied, smiling.

    Looking at his watch, he replied, "Hell, it's six-thirty-five
now.  Let's leave her there like that until seven and then we'll
let it out of her and lower her down so she can be emptied out
when her husband comes for her."  And that is exactly what she did!

    Just at seven she pulled the tube loose and placed it into
the now empty bottle.  Most of what water was in me came out
right away through the nozzle.  Once it stopped she had the
other two women help her let me down and get me completely
untied.  I mean she took every thing off me, the ropes and
cuffs, everything.  The last thing she did was deflate the
bardex, but that only takes a second.  Once it was out she
told me to get up.  I did, as I thought that she was going
to do something else to me.

    She walked around in front of me and put her arms around
me and held me tight to her.

    "I know we've hurt you.  I hope you aren't really mad at
us", she said warmly.

    "No", I replied, honestly, "In my own way I enjoyed it too,
probably as much as all of you did."

    "Well I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to come back
to our house again", she said.

    "Of course I want to come back", I said sincerely. "Why did
you think I wouldn't want to?"

    "Because of all the things we made you do", she replied.

    "It's okay!", I said.  "I really didn't mind it at all, and
even as sore as I am, I'll get over it before long.

    "My you're a such good sport about it, Hon!", she said, "And
anytime we can do anything for you, please just ask."  The Bitch
came over to me and kissed me full on the lips fondling my tits
again cupping each breast one last time.  She was more gentle this
time with my areolas not pinching or hurting me. She just sort of
gave me a light massage that revitalized me to the point of entire
pleasure and satisfaction.

    At that point I needed to go relieve myself some more, and
asked her if I could be excused and leave for the bathroom.

    "Okay", she answered, "But if you have any problems at all
please let us know!"

    "Sure thing!" I replied.

    "Well you can wait anywhere you like until your husband gets
here, and be sure to tell him for me just how good Slut you were
for us, again," she said.

    I told her I would and looked for the nearest bathroom. When I
finished cleaning myself up and dressed I came walking back into
the living room they were all gone.  I suspected that they had paired
off and headed to separate bedrooms for some sleep.  I knew as soon
as my ride came that was just what I was going to do myself.
I was spent and totally exhausted and all my holes were aching.

    This is the end of my report, as my evenings with them are
almost one time things.  Until the next time.....  -jt-