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Crawl
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Boyfriend has a drinking problem and promises to do
something about it but his girlfriend makes a deal
with him that he has to live up to. (Fdom/M, nc, bd,
fisting, anal, alcohol)
***
"Are you calling me an alcoholic," said Jess.
"Are you even listening to me," said Charlene. "I'm
calling you an immature, clueless jerk who refuses to
grow up. Yes, I know you never drink on workdays. But
when I'm not with you and nagging you constantly, you
just don't know when to stop. What's wrong with you?"
"I'm working on it," said Jess. "You need to give me
some space."
"Just the opposite," said Charlene. "I need to get in
your face. It's just pure luck that you haven't been
caught DUI yet or killed somebody when you drive home.
Lately, you've been so far gone that you can't even be
quiet when you come home. And last night, you barely
made it to bed before you passed out. It's disgusting
trying to sleep next to a stinking distillery."
"I'm sorry, Charlene," he said. "But I promise you
that I'm going to stop."
"Your promises are worth the paper they're not written
on," she said. "Have you even made an appointment with
a therapist yet?"
"No, not yet," he said.
"What are you waiting for?" she said.
"I think I can work through this myself," he said. "I
don't need a shrink."
"Well, I'm getting tired of waiting for you, Jess,"
she said. "I guess it's my fault. You were doing this
in college, but I thought you'd grow out of it. As
much as I love you, I'm not going to marry you as long
as you keep bingeing, and I'm not going to wait much
longer. If you do this one more time, I think I might
be ready to move out."
"Wait a minute, Charlene," he said. "How is that going
to help anything?"
"I would feel bad about not being able to help you,"
she said. "And I'll feel guilty when I read about your
being arrested and imprisoned for drunk driving or
manslaughter. But if I continue to do nothing, I'm
going to feel even more guilty. I wish I knew a magic
pill that would cure you, but even if I did, you
probably wouldn't take it."
"Yes I would," he said.
"That's what you say now," she said. "What if I could
find a pill like that and put it on the table in front
of us next week and you refused to swallow it? Would
you give me permission to force it down your throat?"
"I don't get you," he said. "You're not as strong as I
am," he said. "If I resisted, you couldn't make me."
"But what if you were drunk," she said. "I'm pretty
strong, and if you were drunk, you'd be helpless. I
could force you to do anything I wanted, and I could
force you to swallow that pill."
"What are we talking about?" he said.
"We're talking about my question, which you didn't
answer," she said. "If you didn't want to take the
pill that would cure you from your binge drinking,
would you give me permission to force you to take it?
Yes or no?"
"What difference does it make?" he said. "There is no
pill."
"Yes or no?" she said. "I want an answer. You know
what I'm thinking right now. I'm thinking your answer
is also going to be the answer to whether our
relationship continues. So what is it, yes or no?"
"I guess it has to be yes," he said.
"That's not an answer," she said. "I want it simple
and clear. Wait. Let me take this piece of paper and
get a pen. I'm going to write down your two choices,
and then I want you to read the one you choose out
loud to me."
When she had finished writing, he looked at the paper
a while and looked up at her. There was a steely,
determined look in her eyes, so he decided he better
not mess with her.
He read his answer: "Yes, I give you permission to
force me to take the medicine that will cure my binge
drinking. There, are you satisfied?"
"Not yet," she said. "I want you to cross out the
other choice on the paper and sign your name below the
choice you just read. Good. Now give me the paper."
"You know this isn't legal," he said. "There are no
witnesses or anything."
"Yes there are," she said, "you and me. We both know
you agreed. When you get into your car while you're
drunk, you're not legal either. So this piece of paper
is enough for me.
"If you tell me you've starting going to a therapist
or AA meetings or you're doing anything to work on
this, I don't need this piece of paper. But I'm
warning you, if you ever come home again like last
night, I'm going to put a lot of effort into finding
some kind of medicine to cure you. You may not like
it, but you're going to take it. I hope I can find the
right medicine the first time, but if it doesn't work,
I'll keep looking and trying medicines until I either
find one that works or torment you so much that I
drive you away."
"I'll never leave you, Charlene," he said.
***
The conversation convinced Jess he better do
something. But as much as he hated to talk about his
problem to Charlene, he hated to talk to anyone else
even more. So he decided to solve it by himself.
Charlene asked him about what he was doing a couple
times, but after he told her he was handling it, she
stopped asking and began encouraging him. As the weeks
went by, she complimented him and told him how happy
she was.
A couple of college buddies happened to have business
trips that brought them to town at the same time, and
they decided to stay over and get together Saturday
night. Neither of them had their wives with them, Jess
told Charlene.
"Do you need me to go with you?" she said.
"No," he replied. "I'll handle it."
But he didn't. He realized later that he shouldn't
have let them talk him into going to the hot singles
bar so they could ogle the women. The music was loud,
and they had to shout at each other and he found
himself losing track of how many drinks he had. After
a while, he was in his binge zone. He couldn't
remember how he got home, but when he got into the
house from the garage, his mind somehow focused on one
thing: not to wake up Charlene when he went to bed.
After bumping into a few things and making noises, he
decided it would be safer not to walk. So he got down
on the floor and began to crawl. He put all his
efforts into crawling slowly up the stairs without
making a sound, but he was so intoxicated and tired
that he was getting sleepy. As he crawled down the
soft, thick carpet in the hallway that led to their
bedroom, he was blinking his eyes to stay awake, but
it was getting harder and harder. Finally, just
outside the open bedroom door, he put his head on the
carpet and passed out.
That's where he woke up the next morning. He was still
wearing his clothes, so he quickly figured out what
had happened. He saw the bedroom was empty and the bed
was made, so he took a shower, brushed his teeth, put
on some clothes and went downstairs. Charlene was in
the kitchen. "I made you a sandwich for you to eat
while you're watching the football games," she said.
"I've got to go out." She didn't say it as if she was
never coming back, he thought to himself and wondered
what he should say.
"I'm sorry," he said finally. "It won't happen again."
She looked at him, but he couldn't figure out what she
was thinking. Did she believe him? Did he believe
himself? Why didn't she say something? Jess was
scared.
After gazing at him a minute, she said, "I'll be back
in time for us to go out for dinner," and then she
turned and left.
***
Charlene didn't say anything about that night to him
later or in the next few weeks, except for once. It
was a remark that came out of the blue, when they were
having dinner at an expensive restaurant to celebrate
his birthday. He ordered two wines by the glass and no
cocktail and was feeling good about himself, when she
asked him the question.
"When you came home drunk a couple of weeks ago, were
you crawling on the floor?" she said.
"What?" he said, because it took him a few seconds to
understand what she was asking. "Uh, yes. I didn't
want to wake you up, and I think that I thought it
would be quieter for me to crawl to bed. But I guess I
never made it. I don't remember much about that
night."
"Thanks," she said. "You answered my question." She
changed the subject, and he was afraid to go back
there and tell her again how sorry he was.
He was feeling really good about himself again a few
months later and was thinking about where to take
Charlene for a surprise celebration of three months
without bingeing when he got blindsided. He and
Charlene were at a hockey game in his company's box.
He had one martini, and her look told him he wouldn't
be drinking another one. She was talking to the two
other wives who were there, and he and the husbands,
three executive assistants and two of their boyfriends
were watching the game and talking office politics.
At the start of the second period, the wives announced
they were leaving to go to a nearby mall, and if they
didn't return, the men should carpool home. "Should I
drive?" Charlene asked him, "and you can get a ride
home." She looked at him, and he knew why she was
asking the question.
"No, I'm fine," he said. And he felt fine and in no
danger.
But after the wives left, the other husbands ordered
more drinks, and they began getting frisky with the
assistants. The boyfriends didn't seem to care because
they saw that their girlfriends were getting horny and
figured they'd be the beneficiaries later. But the
woman who came stag latched onto Jess as her temporary
date.
She began flirting with him and touching him and
continued to drink. She told him a couple of times
that it wasn't fair that he wasn't drinking with her.
He finally decided to have one more whiskey, and then
the walls came down. He didn't remember much
afterward, but he remembered entwining with her in the
back of the company box while the others were in the
window seats. Their hands were all over each other,
and he was sure everyone heard her orgasms as he
fingered her.
She wouldn't be satisfied until her handjob made him
come on his pants. It was a good thing the pants were
dark. He went down the hall to the john and washed
himself off but then had trouble finding the box
again. She wanted him to take her home, but he wasn't
too drunk to know how dangerous that would be, so he
made sure she got a ride with one of the boyfriends,
the one who seemed the most sober.
Once again, he didn't remember how he got home, but he
remembered being scared when he walked in from the
garage. And after a few bumps, he again dropped to his
hands and knees and began crawling. He tried to
concentrate with all his might, but he was so tired
and drunk that even the first stair was too much for
him. He fell into a heap in front of the staircase and
hit his head on one of the stairs.
Before he fell asleep, he saw a light go on upstairs,
and it scared him. He drifted off into a strange
nightmare. Part of it involved his stomach and strange
feelings inside of him. At the same time as he was
experiencing these uncomfortable feelings, he was
outside of his body like a ghost and looking at
himself.
The person -- himself -- that he was looking at was in
a bathroom -- it was their downstairs bathroom -- and
he was expelling solids and liquids from every opening
in his body. If he wasn't throwing up in the sink, he
was on the toilet. Everything was streaming out of
him.
There was someone else there in the dream, but he
couldn't see who it was at first. After a couple of
rounds of disgusting stuff pouring into the sink and
toilet, he saw it was Charlene, and she was naked, and
she was dragging a naked body around. She dumped the
dead body into the shower, and then she got into the
shower with it and began washing it. As she rolled it
over, he saw the face of the dead body and screamed.
The body was him. That's when he woke up.
It was light when he woke, still feeling funny inside.
At first he wasn't sure if he was awake, because
everything seemed strange. He was lying on his
stomach, but not on the floor or the carpet. He was on
some kind of plastic sheet. He was naked. And all
around him were heavy ropes. They weren't tied to him,
but he could feel them covering his body.
Then he realized why he was feeling funny inside.
Something was pushing into his anus. He tried to move
away from whatever it was, and that's when he realized
he had handcuffs on.
He was able to scoot forward away from the thing at
his anus, but when he tried to stand up, he couldn't
get further than a squat before hitting his head
against ropes woven together above him. He saw that
the ropes were in a wide pattern, and he could have
pulled them apart and gotten out, but the handcuffs
prevented him from doing that.
He squatted for a while, but then that became tiring,
and he dropped to his hands and knees. Then he heard
Charlene's voice behind him.
"That was great, Jess," she said. He couldn't see her
when he turned his head, so he tried to turn his whole
body around. There wasn't enough room inside the
tangled ropes, but he got a glimpse of her by twisting
his body. It was enough to see that she was in the
rope tunnel right behind him, and she was naked.
"What's going on, Charlene?" he said. "Did you put
these handcuffs on me?"
"Yes, Jess," she said. "You're busted. Just thank
you're lucky stars that I put them on before the
police did. I'm not sending you to prison."
"OK, Charlene," he said. "I get it. Now let me out of
here."
"Not just yet," she said. "First say hello to Irene.
Look to your left. She's the one kneeling on the floor
with the video camera. She's going to be filming your
medicine this morning. See this can of Crisco outside
the ropes. I was stuffing it into your anus, and she
was filming, waiting for you to wake up. I got nearly
a third of the can inside you before you finally came
to life, but I think she got all your wonderful
expressions as you woke up and began to feel what was
happening."
"I don't understand what you're doing, Charlene," he
said.
"Let me explain, Jess," she said. "When I woke up and
saw you passed out in the hallway upstairs a few
months ago, I realized that you weren't going to be
able to cure your drinking problem by yourself. Even
when you held out for months, eventually you always
had a relapse. Sooner or later your luck would run
out, and you'd be dead in a car crash or in prison for
years. That's when I started working on your medicine.
"I knew it would happen again, so I worked hard to get
this ready, and I finished last week. I didn't think
last night would be the night, but I knew that I'd
have to give you the medicine eventually. By the way,
did you know you had come on your pants?"
"I am so ashamed of that, Charlene," he said. "Will
you ever forgive me? Are you going to leave me?"
"I've already forgiven you, but you better see a
doctor this week to check for STDs if you didn't use a
rubber," she said.
"It wasn't like that," he said. "She just used her
hands."
"Good," said Charlene. "Anyway, you're forgiven,
because cheating is not your problem. Alcohol is.
Whatever you did, I know you wouldn't have done it if
you hadn't been drunk."
"That's right," he said, "and you know what, Charlene,
I'm going to call a therapist the first thing tomorrow
morning. I see now that you were right. I need help to
get through this. My pride is gone. Now let me out of
here. I'm willing to do what you say, because I don't
want to take a chance on losing you."
"That's great," said Charlene. "I'm going to help you
follow through on what you just told me, and I know
you keep your promises. My cure is going to help the
process. And after this morning, the therapy is going
to be easy for you by comparison."
"No, Charlene," he said. "This is not the way to do
it. I told you I'm going to cooperate. I'm the one who
needs to do this, not you. Now let me out of here."
"Not yet, Jess," she said. "Part of your problem has
been that you've insisted on being in charge. And
you're still doing that right now. But I'm not
listening anymore. Tomorrow, you'll take ownership of
your problem, but for today, I'm in charge, and you're
going to take your medicine."
"But whatever you're planning, I'm not going along,"
he said. "You're not going to accomplish anything."
"We'll see about that," she said. "Don't forget, you
gave me permission to force you to take the medicine.
I have that in writing. I've listened to you, but now
it's time for you to listen to me or else we're going
to be here all day.
"You helped me think up this cure. The first time you
came home and began crawling, I was shocked at what
your boozing had turned you into. You couldn't even
stand up like a man anymore. You were turning into
some kind of animal. The thought came to me that
eventually, you wouldn't even be able to crawl, and
you'd have to move on your belly like a snake. You
were like evolution going backwards.
"All these crazy thoughts ended up helping me create
your medicine. Since you don't mind crawling like an
animal, that's what you're going to do today. The
ropes are braided loosely to form a kind of tunnel,
but it's a transparent tunnel, so Irene can film
everything that happens as you are crawling. As you've
already found out, the ropes are anchored, so they'll
give a little but not enough to let you stand up.
"You may be able to squat for a while, but I'm right
behind you, and you won't squat for long, because it's
easy for me to give you a little push and topple you
forward. With those handcuffs keeping your arms in
front of you, there's not much you can do. So what you
need to do is start crawling on your hands and knees.
The rope tunnel is in a circle and goes around our
living room, so you'll be crawling around and around
until we're done. Think of it as a horizontal hamster
wheel. When you're drunk, your brain shrinks to the
size of a hamster's. It's time to start crawling now,
so get going, Jess."
"No, I'm not," he said. "I'm tired, and I'm just going
to stretch out here under your ropes and rest until
you come to your senses."
"I don't think so," she said. "I explained how the
crawling was supposed to remind you how low you've
gone. But I didn't tell you about the part that will
remind you why you don't want to go to prison for
killing someone while driving drunk. Here's how that
reminder works.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I just put a finger into your anus," she said. "It
went in easily because of all the Crisco. When you're
in prison, you need to be lubed up and ready at all
times, because most of the guys who are bigger than
you will be at least this big. Do you feel my second
finger?"
"Stop it!" he yelled. "That's sick."
"I'm just getting you used to it," she said. "In
prison, you better try to keep moving, because two
fingers can easily turn into three, like this. If you
just keep on lying there, you're going to make it easy
for your cellmate.
"Oh, I see you changed your mind, and you're in a
hurry now, like a big hamster. Yes, crawl as fast as
you can. I'm right behind you. Why are you stopping?"
"You didn't take your fingers out" he said.
"That's right," she said, "just like in prison. The
fingers are now part of Jess. They're staying in
there, and you can feel how I'm moving them around
inside and also slowly in and out. They're sliding
through the Crisco easily. This is much easier than
last night, when I had to give you two enemas and a
shower while you were dead weight."
"I thought that was a dream," he said.
"Maybe for you," she said. "I also had to clean where
you threw up. It wasn't a dream for me, but I wanted
you all shiny clean for Irene's video. I think your
insides might be totally empty now, and you'd probably
feel hungry if I wasn't distracting you. After we're
done, I'll fix you a big breakfast if you want.
"Anyway, the fingers stay, so you need to start
moving. Because while you're crawling, it's a little
harder for me to put fingers in you, like this. Oh,
that fourth one really got you going, so I'll have to
talk while we crawl.
"I'm going to put as many fingers in you as I can
while you're crawling, Jess. You're bigger than me, so
you normally could crawl a lot faster, but the
handcuffs slow you down just enough so that I can
sometimes catch up to you and do this. Did you feel me
push the four fingers to the second knuckle for a
second? I thought so. There I did it again.
"I'm going to go slowly because I want to open you up
without tearing you. I've watched some videos on the
Internet, and that's why I'm using lots of lube. In
fact, I want to put some more Crisco into you now, so
let's stop when we get close to the can.
"I don't think you heard me, Jess, because you kept
right on crawling past the Crisco. If you don't begin
to slow down now, I'm going to have to put on the
brakes. You need to do what I say, Jeff, so we can
finish the medicine. You're not listening.
"We're getting close to the Crisco, so here go the
brakes. Wow! I've never heard your voice so loud and
so high. These brakes really squeal, but they're
effective and so accessible. All I had to do was reach
down between your legs and grab those round things
hanging down with my left hand and pull back as hard
as I could. Did you notice my four fingers on my right
hand never stopped going in and out of you.
"Now, stay put for a few seconds. I'm going to pull my
fingers out, grab a big gob of Crisco and push it in.
There. Wait till you see the video. I opened up a huge
hole, and the Crisco just fell into it. It's starting
to close, but I think I can get some more Crisco in.
Yes, it went in. Now here go my four fingers again.
It's time to start crawling.
"You might think about moving a little faster now,
Jess, because I'm not stopping with four fingers. I
don't think you felt what I just did, because I tucked
my thumb behind the fingers, so I'm getting all five
fingers going in and out of you now. Look at your rump
moving from side to side. Are you doing that
intentionally, or is it just an automatic reaction
trying to shake me loose.
"But I'm not coming loose, Jess. My whole arm is
moving with your ass, and when I can get closer for a
second, I'm starting to do this. Did you feel a little
push there? I'm starting to make my push to get my
whole hand inside you. I'm going to fist you just like
you're probably going to get fisted in prison. But
there most of the hands will be much bigger than mine.
"I think I got a fraction deeper with that push. It
certainly propelled you. My five fingers almost came
out, but not quite. I could tell you when I'm about to
make a push, so you could try to relax your anal
muscles, but it's more effective if you're surprised -
- like that. I really felt like your muscles were
about to let me in that time before you moved away. It
shouldn't be long now. Maybe a few more pushes.
"I hear you breathing heavily from all the effort. If
you want to take a break now, it will make this easier
on you and probably less painful. You don't have to
say anything, because I can tell your voice is nearly
gone from all the yelling and screaming. Just slow
down gradually. I'm with you all the way. Do you feel
the five fingers going in and out slower?
"OK. Now to make it easier, get fully upright on your
hands and knees. That opens you more than any other
position. What are you saying? I can barely hear you.
Yes, Jess, this is necessary, or I wouldn't be doing
it. You've got to take the medicine, and I think we
both already know that this dose has to be strong,
because you don't ever want a second one.
"There, your breathing sounds better now. Try to relax
as much as you can while I do this. I'm going to stop
going in and out now and compact my fingers as much as
I can. Now, I'm starting to push just a little. Don't
move away like that or else I'll have to push more.
That's it. Spread your legs further. And if you can,
try to push out like you're going to the bathroom.
That will open you up more.
"I'm not applying much pressure, but your body senses
that the pressure is not going to stop, so it's
working on a way to let me get through so the pain of
the stretching is relieved. I'm so tight in you that I
can feel your muscles as they're trying to make way
for me. They're talking to me and telling me that
you're going to be all right, that you may feel
humiliated right now and be in pain for a week or two.
But they're telling me that this vile medicine is what
you've been needing for a long time to put a halt to
your illness.
"I feel something. Yes, yes. Look at that. I'm all the
way in, up to my wrist. That's it Jess. I hear you
sobbing. Yes, cry, Jess. Cry away your binges. Wash
them away in a river of tears. Embrace your pain and
mortification so that you remember it always.
"You're already pretty much degraded, Jesss, but I
want to make sue the medicine works, so I have to take
you even lower. For now, let's stop and let you cry
for the camera while I open up my hand inside you and
wiggle my fingers a little so they don't get cramps.
Did you get all the drama of the hand going in and
Jess's reaction, Irene?
"Good. Now focus on his anus again, because I'm going
to pull out very slowly. But before I do that, I'm
going to ball up my hand inside him into a fist. Now,
I'm starting to pull. Jess, get ready, because it's
going to be a lot harder coming out than going in.
"My wrist is out now, and you should see how stretched
your muscles are as my fist is pulling them. That's
it. Keep saying "Ow!" like that, loud and quick, over
and over. I think that's helping. I'm pulling slowly,
so the pain is lasting longer and your body is going
wild. But if I pulled fast now, I think you would
tear, and there would be lots of blood, and I'd have
to take you to the hospital for stitches, and it would
be months before the stitches would come out and even
with pain killers, you'd be in pain for a long time.
We don't want that.
"The Crisco is squirting out around my hand, and I see
your anus starting to pull away from me. It's like I'm
taking off a tight glove, but at least the Crisco is
making it smoother. Oh, here it comes. What a noise!
It sounded like a pop but with a lot of yucky, sloppy
echo. That was all the Crisco that came out with it.
"Your hole looks incredible now. It's huge and empty.
I can't believe it can get any larger, but we'll see.
For now, I'm enjoying watching it. It's waiting for
the fist to go back in, but now it realizes that it
gets to take a break and it's slowly starting to close
up. It's amazing how it's getting smaller and smaller,
until it's the nice little rosebud that you started
with.
"When we're done today, you're going to have plenty of
time to recover and get back to normal, but I've heard
that prisoners who do this almost every day eventually
stretch their muscles so much that their hole never
gets tight again, and that can be a problem. But not
for you. You're nice and tight down there, and we're
going to leave your anus for a while now and focus on
your cheeks.
"I want you to feel the pain that you've inflicted on
your family and friends and -- most of all -- on me
when you endanger yourself and others. What you were
doing was totally selfish and self-centered, just like
a small child. So you're going to be punished like a
child. I'll play the role of your mommy.
"I want to make sure you never put yourself in danger
again, so I'm going to do this. That was good, Jess. I
wasn't sure if I could get through to you with my bare
hand and thought of a ruler or a paddle, but I prefer
this, because it's more loving. And I see that if I
put all my energy into the swat, it's pretty
effective.
"OK, here's another one. I'm going to do the same
thing as with my fingers, start slowly and then
gradually pick up the pace. I don't think it's going
to take long to break you down, because you've already
been through a lot. But hold it in like that and keep
your mouth tight. That will make it so much more
powerful when you begin blubbering like a little boy.
"I see your cheeks are already getting a little rosy.
I want to make them bright red, like a candy apple.
You won't be able to sit down without a cushion for
weeks. I hear it coming. You're about to lose it.
That's it, Jess. Sob as loud as you want. Irene's mike
is capturing every sound of my hand smacking your
cheeks and every shriek as you feel the sting and
every sob. And her camera sees every tear running down
your face.
"OK, I think you've almost had enough. But before I
can stop, I need to hear your little boy voice begging
his mommy to stop spanking him, promising her he'll be
good, telling her how sorry he is that he made her
worry about him. You think up the words, and say them
in a tiny, high voice, like a child.
"I know it's hard to do while I'm increasing the speed
and trying to smack you even harder, but you can do
it. That's a good start. The words were too adult and
the voice was too low. Try it again. That's much
better, but I know you can do even better than that,
so I'm encouraging you by hitting as hard and fast as
I can. I'm amazed at how much strength I have left. I
think it's the adrenaline. Come on, Jess, focus!
"There, I think you've made the breakthrough. That's
how you do it. You actually became the little boy for
a while, and you weren't acting anymore, were you? It
was so realistic that I almost didn't stop because I
was so enchanted. But I've stopped now, and I'm going
to rest while you have your good cry.
"We're nearly halfway there, so while you rest, let me
tell you about the rest of your medicine.
"First, we're going to start crawling around again,
and I'm going to carefully work my hand into you once
more. But this time we're going to keep on crawling,
and it's going to be different. I won't make a fist.
Instead, I'm going to keep my fingers as tightly
together inside you as I can. Whenever you slow down
or rest, I'm going to carefully push deeper into you.
"I've watched videos on the Internet, and I've checked
out the size of the men and the women who do
incredible things to them. I think you're big enough
and my arm is slim enough that I can get up into you
all the way to my shoulder. Don't worry, I'll be
patient. I'm incredibly excited about this, but I'm
going to control myself and do it very slowly. But
when I'm all the way in, you're going to hear my rebel
yell.
"I was thinking about trying to do this with both
arms, but I decided I didn't want to take a chance on
splitting you in two. I'll play with you a little with
my arm completely inside you. I've got an idea for a
cute puppet show, and you'll be the puppet, and I'll
be the puppetmaster, controlling you from inside.
"It's just a short show for Irene, and after we
finish, I'll pull my arm out slowly. Once I get to the
wrist, I'm going to start slowly working my entire
hand in and out of you. It will need some more Crisco,
I think, but eventually there won't be any resistance
to it going in smoothly to the wrist and coming all
the way out. After that's working well, I'm going to
make a fist again when I pull out.
"Eventually the fist will come out as easily as the
hand, and then I'm going to make a fist going in. It's
called punching. At first, going in will be a little
harder with the whole fist, and I'll have to slow the
motion to a soft push. But after a while, when your
anus continues to stretch open to accommodate me, I'll
be able to pretend like I'm boxing your anus and push
right in and pull right out. I can't imagine what it
will feel like to you, but we'll find out.
"We'll stop occasionally, so Irene can get some good
video of your empty hole getting larger and larger,
and then we'll do something even more exciting. First,
I'll open up my fist so there's more room, and then
I'm going to add a finger on my other hand. I'll keep
adding fingers until I've got my whole left hand and
whole right hand going in and out together.
"We'll start slowly and then increase the pace. And
then I want to try what I've seen some women do in the
Internet. I'll leave one hand inside you while the
other one continues going in and out. Then I start the
second one, but I pull it out when the first one goes
in.
"If I can do it right, it looks incredible, because
one hand is always going in while the other one is
coming out, so you're never going to feel empty.
"Once I get that perfect, I'll go back to both hands
doing it together again, and I'm going to see how fast
I can go and for how long. When I finish that, I think
both of us are going to be exhausted. So you should be
loose and relaxed enough for the biggest challenge.
I'm going to make both my hands into fists inside you
and then pull them out slowly.
"I've only see one video like that, and I couldn't
tell if it was real or computer-assisted graphics, so
if I see that you are about to come apart, I'll give
that up, but it's worth a try. If I can do it, I'm
sure you'll remember it for a long time.
"Then as long as I've opened your anus up so wide, I'm
going to finish with a little humiliation. My left
hand will easily go inside you, but instead of
brutalizing you, this time it's going to soothe you.
I'll be gently feeling around in there for your
prostrate. While I'm looking, my right hand will be
working your penis and testicles.
"It will be like masturbating you, but it won't feel
good. Even though there will be Crisco everywhere from
the stuff that came out of your anus, I'll be
squeezing your penis tightly as I stroke it up and
down. And when I drop the penis to work on your balls,
I'll be squeezing them and pulling them hard in
different directions.
"The rough friction and pulling will hurt you, but at
the same time, it will stimulate you. Your penis will
not ever get hard and solid, but sort of halfway
there, still flabby but a little more puffed up. Once
I get it to the right spot, my left hand inside you
will press the button. The button is your prostrate,
and when it's massaged the right way and you're
stimulated, it will release your semen.
"Your penis will be hanging down below you, and a
little of the semen will dribble out. That will tell
me I've succeeded and that your semen has entered your
penis. But it won't spurt out, because the pain I'm
causing to your penis and testicles will prevent you
from ejaculating. So I'll be milking it out of you.
"I'll start up where your penis meets your balls with
two fingers and my thumb around you and squeeze as
tight as I can as I pull my fingers slowly down to the
tip of your penis. It will look like I'm squeezing a
tube of toothpaste, especially since you have really
thick white semen.
"The semen will ooze out of your penis. You may feel
it a little, but it won't feel good, because of my
fingers squeezing down hard on your penis and my hand
inside your anus. I may have to squeeze the tube two
or three times to get all the semen out.
"When I've finished, your come will be out of you, but
without you coming. I wonder what that will feel like.
You'll have to tell me later. I'll have you move back
up and look at the big puddle of come that came out of
you. I was thinking of forcing you to lick it all up
like the men to do on the Internet, but I decided that
might be too much.
"Does it sound like I'm excited about all this? I'm
not going to lie and tell you this hurts me more than
it hurts you. I've had at least a couple orgasms
already, and I expect to have more once we do the
double fisting and the milking. But I'm not ashamed. I
know that I would never have thought of this stuff if
you hadn't forced me. Now that my mind is wrapped
around it, it's opened some sexual pleasure zone
inside my brain, and I'm not going to repress it.
"So what else is there to say? When you've been
milked, we will be finished, except for one thing. I
want you to tell me and the camera exactly what you're
feeling and what you're thinking. I don't care what
you say, because my part will be finished.
"You may say some things you'll want to take back
later, or you may never take them back. The reason I
want you to talk is not for me. It's so that if you
forget all about what you're feeling right now in five
or ten years, you can watch the video and see exactly
what this moment was like for you. Your voice and your
tears and your words will convey all the horror, pain
and humiliation you're feeling.
"Of course, people lie to the camera all the time, but
I think when I've finished with your medicine, you
will speak the raw, brutal, painful truth. I expect
you to be savage with your words about me, because of
what I'm doing to you. Right now, you probably hate me
like you've never hated anyone before.
"That's the only thing that made me hesitate about
doing this. I knew I had to push you over the edge to
have any chance to cure you, but by doing that, there
was a good chance that I would also destroy your love
for me. But I asked myself what would prove my love
more, giving in to you and waiting for that call from
the police or the hospital, or destroying your
feelings for me while saving your life? The decision
was painful, because I know that what I'm doing today
may be the end of us. If it is, I hope someday you can
understand why I did this for you.
"Well, you're probably tired of my blabbering and
you've had some rest, so let's get started. You need
to begin crawling again, and I need to start my
journey up your colon so we can put on our puppet
show. Oh, what's the matter?
"Is my little boy crying? It sounds like little baby
Jess with his little baby voice is still inside this
big body in front of me. Is little Jess tired and
upset? Is he scared of the puppet show? Is he begging
me in his little voice to let him go to bed? How cute
is that, Irene? I hope you're getting a close up of
his weepy, snotty face? He's such a darling little
guy. When he watches this, he's going to feel so
humiliated.
"But it's time for him to mind his mommy. Here's the
first finger as a reminder that he needs to get up and
start crawling or else the fingers and then the arm
are going to be moving inside a lot faster. Oh good.
I'm glad little Jess is paying attention. I was going
to give him a couple of spanks to remind him, but I
see that won't be necessary.
"Around and around the maze we go, Jess. Awwww, you're
crying again. As soon as we're done, Mommy will dry
all your tears and kiss them away."
***
When they had finished, Charlene braced herself for
the worst, but even she wasn't prepared for the filth
that came from Jess's mouth. His voice was nearly
gone, so Irene put a microphone next to his mouth
where he was lying in exhaustion. Every word seethed
with contempt, anger and deep hatred. He even said
that it was a good thing he had no strength at the
moment because he didn't know how badly he might hurt
her if he had the chance. He used words she had never
heard him use to call her names. He damned her and
cursed her in horrible ways.
She tried to listen dispassionately, but as he went on
and on in his soft voice, spewing horror upon horror
at her, she finally broke down and began weeping
silently. She was trying to be strong for him and take
his verbal abuse, but she just couldn't. She hated
herself, because she was afraid by showing her
weakness, she might spoil everything.
Jess didn't hear her at first, and he kept on talking.
But then he lifted his head off the slimy plastic
sheet and listened for a second. He stopped in mid-
sentence and didn't say another word. He just lay
there listening to her weeping for a few minutes. Then
he laboriously pushed himself to his knees.
Charlene was still behind him, and she noticed his
movement. She motioned to Irene, who tapped Jess on
the shoulder and then walked ahead of him a few steps
and lifted a few ropes and moved others to make a
large opening. Jess slowly crawled to the opening,
where Irene unlocked his handcuffs.
When he got free, he tried to stand up. But he felt
incredible pain between his legs and total exhaustion,
and he fell back again. He put his head down and
cried, and then he crawled to the bathroom and slammed
the door behind him. Charlene and Irene watched him.
Charlene couldn't stop crying.
Jess took a long bath, and then he painfully stood up
and walked to the bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed
and didn't wake up until the next day. Charlene wasn't
home, but he saw that she had left a tray with fruit
and cheese for him on the nightstand. He sat up and
ate some of it, but then he felt exhausted again and
fell asleep.
When he woke up, she was sleeping beside him. He
looked at the clock. It was 4 a.m. Monday morning. He
looked at her and thought about when he had first met
her and tried to remember the first time he realized
he was in love with her. He tried to understand how
she could have done what she did. Had their situations
been reversed, he could never have done that to her.
Or could he? How could he really know?
He asked himself if he was still happy that that he
felt the warmth of her body lying next to him, but as
he fell asleep again, he wasn't sure of the answer.
When he woke up and took a shower in the morning, she
was downstairs. He painfully made his way down to the
kitchen and saw she had cooked his favorite hash for
breakfast, which she usually only did on weekends. He
didn't say anything to her but used the kitchen phone
to dial a buddy. He made sure she could hear what he
said.
"Could I stay with you a few days?" he asked his
friend. "Charlene and I are having some problems, and
I need to get out of the house." She didn't look at
him and didn't say anything.
When he got home, he saw a suitcase in the living room
in front of where she was sitting. She turned her face
away when he looked at her, but not before he could
tell that her eyes were red. "I put all the clothes
and everything you need for work the next few days in
the suitcase," she said. "Let me know when you want to
collect your other stuff, and I'll make sure I'm not
here to make you uncomfortable."
"I called my buddy this afternoon to cancel," he said.
"I made an appointment with the psychologist for
tomorrow, and my first AA meeting is tomorrow night.
Is it OK with you if I stay here for a while?"
"Sure," she said. "That's fine. I'll stay out of your
way. I thought about it, and I think we should be
sensible. We can save money by using one lawyer. I
know you'll be fair."
He was quiet for a minute. "No, you're wrong," he
finally said. "I'm not going to be fair. If you try to
leave me, I'm going to take as much as I can get."
"You hate me that much?" she said in a teary voice,
and then she stopped. "Wait. What did you just say?"
she said.
"You heard me," he said.
"But --," she said.
"No buts," he said.
"You're acting strange, Jess," she finally said. "I
guess you enjoy tormenting me now."
"You're right," he said, "and I plan to continue
tormenting you for a long time."
That's when it hit her.
"You're not saying---?" she said.
"Oh yes I am," he said as took a step toward her.
"No!" she said, jumping up. "No, you don't mean it."
"Shut up!" he said, and then to make sure she did, he
covered her mouth with his as he pulled her into his
arms.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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