Chapter 23

Jean had been gone maybe fifteen minutes when Hank and Toby walked in; the look on Hank's face was all Martin had to see to know that he'd been introduced to sex. "Welcome back. I'm sure you're ruined now, Hank."

Hank blushed. "Well there's nothing like it -- that's for sure!"

Martin nodded. Hank was right; the afternoon had reminded him that there was more to life than sitting around doting on the past. Turning to Toby, he said, "We need to talk."

Toby nodded. "I'm sure -- but I thought we might go somewhere, first. You need to see a few things."

Martin eyed the strangely confident kid in the eyeglasses for a moment, then replied, "Okay, I'm in your hands."

"I'll bring him back in one piece," Toby assured Hank.

"There is a sandwich in the fridge, and you know where the chips are," Martin added.

Hank nodded. He was flying too high to worry about mundane shit. Waving, he headed for the kitchen, "I got it." There was no concern in him regarding Toby.

Toby didn't try too hard to hide the location of the Carpenter home, but they went into the basement playroom directly via the side door. Conversation was well under way in the car; Toby brought his somewhat different perspective to things and added details that Jean either hadn't known or thought unimportant. "This is the playroom," he announced, waving. He explained the booths and the other materials, generally giving Martin the guided tour.

"Do you plan other items?" Martin asked.

"Yes," Toby replied, pointing out the overhead connection point. "More of these, probably, and some stuff along the wall. Maybe some special-purpose furniture..." He eyed Coach, "Some of the ladies have had a touch of alternate lifestyles; we're planning to accommodate that."

"BDSM kinds of things?" Martin asked.

"Exactly. I can tell you, or I can let you figure it out. At least one of them is REALLY into it."

Martin nodded. "So everything happens here?"

"Not hardly," Toby replied. "I go to Jean's and the other guys go to their girlfriend's or whatever. Sometimes it goes the other way. Whatever everyone is comfortable with. But for important things, like first times for the new girls, this will probably be the place -- and we'll make more of an effort to ensure that they don't know where it is."

"The girls bother me," Martin muttered. "Blackmail, entrapment, rape..."

Toby shrugged. "We're all dealing with blackmail, for the group's security. I've heard it from some of the girls that this won't be anything too terrible for some of the chicks we're dealing with -- they're doing what they're doing because they aren't attracting guys. What I'm hoping to do is pair them off with a guy for public consumption, so they get some confidence and exposure and a chance to do stuff like go to dances, you know? They're already trapped -- we're just letting them know it. As for rape, well, I'm thinking that the gentle approach may be best in most cases. We were kind of hard on Alyssa, but we wanted to handle some bad behavior and make her tractable; if we get girls who want it in the first place, rape isn't going to be an issue."

Martin waved a hand. "What about these?" he asked, pointing out the booths.

Toby shrugged. "The bunch of us that we have right now just might not be enough -- and we've already run into situations where anonymity was important. If we need to bring in someone from the outside, they'll be important." He paused. "Actually, I had a couple of ideas..."

Martin crooked an eyebrow. "Like?"

"I was thinking that the team might perk up if they had... incentives..."

"I can't be associated with that," Martin said firmly.

"You wouldn't have to be," Toby replied. "Suppose that you took me or another group member on as a trainer -- all you would have to do would be to look the other way. We could fabricate some story about it being an alumni thing, if necessary."

"The whole team?" Martin scoffed. "Something is bound to fall apart..."

"I was thinking about one guy at a time -- the top performer at practice or whatever..." Toby replied. "We would be very careful about who and maintaining secrecy as to location and such."

"I'll have to think about it," Martin grunted. "The whole thing sounds dangerous. Jean worries a lot."

"Well, so do I, but to a certain extent things develop on their own," Toby replied. "About Jean..."

"Yes?" Martin asked, wary.

"Jean is bright, intelligent and logical -- but she has a big blind spot where her own needs and feelings are concerned. I can count on her to know what is right -- but she doesn't always DO what is right, especially if her emotions get in the way," Toby advised. "Jean is needy -- she needs a relationship, and the group is too open for her comfort. I'm sure you realize that she's been... unwise."

"I realize."

"I have some responsibility in this -- but when you ask a woman if she is on birth control and she lies... And then when you provide her with a preventative and she refuses to take it..." Toby shrugged.

"Why do you suppose that is?" Martin asked. "Do you think she wants children?"

"No," Toby replied, "She wants a man. And this is the oldest method going for collecting one."

"She was very unhappy after we had sex," Martin observed.

Toby's eyes were sharp as he responded, "And why do you think that is?"

"She told me. Guilt over having done something she felt she shouldn't," Martin replied.

"And do you think that's all of it?" Toby asked.

"Maybe not."

"I guarantee it," Toby insisted. "I can read her like a book, and she's unhappy because you pushed buttons I don't -- and now she's worried that she made the wrong choices."

"Are you sure you're not just looking for an escape route?" Martin asked sharply.

"I can escape any time I want, ultimately," Toby replied. "And I can fix it with her if I have to. But I'd rather she saw the truth for herself."

"What do you want from me?" Martin asked.

"Don't try to be excessively honorable towards her," Toby replied. "Don't be at all if you want her -- she's better off. WE'RE better off. I want her to step back if she can and take a serious look at what she's doing. I'm prepared to do what I can if she keeps on as she is, but I don't think it is smart for any of us."

"What about Hank?" Martin asked.

"That might complicate things, if you want her," Toby mused. "But it isn't my call, and I'm not trying to push her at you -- I'm just trying to get her to assess her situation rationally. If she fucks Hank and she likes it, great. If you think it might screw things up..." he shrugged.

Martin grunted. "You put me in a tough position. I enjoyed sex with Jean a lot -- and I probably hung some emotional baggage on her -- and on myself. But it isn't fair for me to pin her to the mat without glancing around again, either."

Toby shrugged. "That won't be a problem, with around a dozen other chicks available for you to compare her with. Even if you stick to the older stuff, it's a half-dozen or so. That should allow YOU to be objective, too..."

"Having a harem might do that," Martin chuckled.

Toby grinned back, "It might, at that... Jean is housekeeping for you, right? When is she due back?"

"Thursday, if she doesn't come up with some excuse not to come," Martin replied. "I expect that, sort of."

Toby nodded. "Me, too. That's why I asked. If she doesn't show up, call me -- I'll browbeat her over it. After all, whether she has sex with you are not, she's agreed to be your housekeeper... Rick will ride her, too, if she gets stupid."

"Okay," Martin nodded. "What else do we need to talk about?"

"There are a couple of hundred things, probably. Some of them we'll just have to run into, I think," Toby replied. "The guys will all be honest with you, I think -- we're sticking together and we're glad you're going to be in on things."

Martin nodded. "Let's head home, then."

Wednesday morning, Damian got a call from Randy, "Hey, Man -- you gonna tighten Alyssa up again? She's talking serious shit this morning about how she's not gonna take it and she's gonna warn all of her girlfriends..."

"Have you talked to her or is she just ranting and raving?" Damian asked.

"She's laying shit on Brie, mostly," Randy replied. "I just overheard it."

"I'm bringin' Hank over later," Damian grunted, "but if I need to, I can come by earlier. In the meantime, though, maybe if I talk to Brie, she can put a bug in Alyssa's ear..."

"Yeah? Cool. I'll get her."

In a moment, Brie was on the phone, "Damian?"

"Yah."

"She's her old self, talking crap again," Brie related. "All about how you can't do things to her and she doesn't have to take it -- and how she's gonna warn the other girls..."

"We gonna fix the first part after lunch, Brie, but we need you to help us with the second," Damian replied. "Has she done anything yet, or is it just talk?"

"Just talk," Brie replied. "She's trying it out on me, the big dummy!"

"Okay, this is what I want you to say," Damian instructed. "First, tell her that warning the other won't help, because we've already got them on tape. All she'll be doing is freaking them out. Then remind her that what she's been doing isn't just embarrassing -- it's illegal! Then there's the fact that she can ruin your mama, too, by saying anything in public -- that's REAL ugly. Ask her if she wants to see you all split up by Child Protective Services? You got all that?"

"Yeah, cool. I got it," Brie replied confidently.

"After that, for the Hell of it, ask her what was so bad about being fucked. That might hang her up, some. If she gives you shit about being beaten, tell her that if she doesn't act up, it's not a problem..."

Brie grinned. "I wish I was getting fucked."

"Well, you can tell her that if you want, but we really can't do that with you, yet, you know? If it was safe at all, we'd think about it -- but your mama would shit a brick..." Damian replied.

"Yeah, I know," Brie replied, sounding disappointed. "I can still suck, though, right?"

"Hey, I guess. We got to set something up like last time, though, to keep the guys safe. Maybe we can slip you in with the new girls, or something."

"I can't wait!"

"Well, go get a lock on your sister before she gets the stupids..."

"I'm gone!" Brie handed the phone to Randy and dashed off.

Randy chuckled. "Nothin' like having Cheesecake on your side in an argument..."

"Yeah, no shit," Damian agreed. "We'll be over as soon as I can collect Hank. Try to keep Alyssa from hitting the street..."

"Will do." Randy hung up. Damian turned around and dialed Toby.

Brie headed back up to her sister's room. Alyssa was sitting on her bed, visibly gathering herself to do something; there didn't appear to be a moment to lose. "So, Sissy, you ever been to Child Protective Services?"

"What?" Alyssa's eyes popped.

"Well, you KNOW the stuff you were doing with Dirk is illegal, right? So if you go telling on people, you're gonna have to admit to it. And THEN it's gonna come out that Mama was doing it too... Where do you think that's gonna land us?"

"I won't tell on Mama!" Alyssa scoffed.

"You won't have to!" Brie retorted. "They'll guess -- and even if they don't, it won't help YOU -- and probably won't help Big Brother or me, either! They're gonna figure Mama isn't raising us right..."

"That's stupid -- why would they think that?"

"Sissy, if you're fucking dogs, they KNOW that! Or they're gonna guess, which is just as bad. Once they have you, the rest of us are gone, too -- whether we like it or not!" Brie ranted. "As for the guys, it's your word against theirs -- and if they put the video out, it'll just look like you're trying to make them look bad for discovering what you're up to -- and we'll all be just as busted..."

"I have to tell the others," Alyssa declared firmly, "I can't have those guys messing with them the way they're messing with me." She started digging in her purse for her cell phone.

"Why not?" Brie retorted. "YOU do! You were making them suck your cunny! At least the guys are guys!"

"It's wrong! I got them into this..."

"Yeah -- and THAT isn't gonna help you, either! Sissy, telling them isn't just a bad idea -- it's STUPID! They can ALL point the finger at you -- and maybe they can get away, but I doubt it. If you tell them, though, before the guys get to them, one of them will get just as stupid as you are and we'll ALL fry! Don't you see that?" Brie ranted.

"They wouldn't..."

"Why not? You said it yourself, Sissy -- YOU got them into this! Where are they gonna point fingers?" Brie crossed her arms over her chest. "If they get muddled up in the head like you are right now, there will be a BIG stink -- and YOU'RE gonna be the one they send to juvie!"

"I can't let those guys do to them what they're doing to me!" Alyssa insisted.

"What?" Brie snorted, "Fuck you? I wish they would fuck ME!"

"They beat me! That Damian calls me names..."

"I bet he doesn't all the time," Brie retorted, eyeing her sidelong. "Sissy, you're not nice to people. In fact, you're REAL selfish! Since they whacked your heinie, you've been a LOT nicer to people! Besides, how was it after that? How was the sex?"

"Well..." Alyssa looked away. "Pretty good."

"Better than Dirk?" Brie pressed.

"Yeah," Alyssa whispered.

"So why do you want to cut the other girls out? Are you afraid one of them is gonna take Damian away from you?"

"What?" Alyssa puffed. "He's bossy and controlling and mean and he calls me names like Dog Slut and..."

"And he's gonna tell everybody you're his girlfriend, the way I hear it," Brie smirked.

"Yeah, well, that's just public!"

"And he's fucking you in private. So in public, you're his girlfriend and in private you're his..." Brie pressed.

"Slut! I'm his slut! That's not the same!" Alyssa ranted.

Brie shrugged. "Maybe one of the other girls WILL take him away from you, then..."

Alyssa suddenly found herself to be massively confused. Did she want that? She didn't want the downside of the situation, certainly -- but what about the upside?

Brie capped it off by shaking her head and sighing, "You don't want him to act mean, then you get stupid like this. What do you think he's gonna do when he finds out?"

Alyssa threw her hands out, placating. "Look, don't tell him, okay? Maybe you're right -- maybe I'm fucking this up..."

... And then her cell phone rang. Alyssa dug in her purse and fished it out and opened it. The screen said, "You have a video message. Press OK to view the video." Alyssa pressed the button...

... And the screen filled with a picture of her cramming Dirk's cock into her pussy! "OMIGAWD!" Alyssa screeched, eyes wide in horror. She froze while the whole clip -- some thirty second's worth -- played out on the tiny screen. When it was over, she threw the phone down on the bed and ran from the room, sobbing.

Brie picked up the phone; the screen didn't show anything amazing, just a message about clicking a button to replay it. Carefully, she picked up the phone and carried it downstairs to where Alyssa was screaming her head off at Randy. She waited a moment until Alyssa drew a breath, then solemnly came forward and handed the phone to Randy.

"Give me that!" Alyssa screeched, lunging for it. Randy fended her off easily -- and started the video. "Shut it off! Shut it off!" Alyssa squealed, but Randy just held her off while he watched it. When it was done, he carefully deleted the video and closed the phone, then turned to his sister.

Alyssa was virtually purple. "What was that?!"

"It was a warning, Sissy," Randy replied reasonably. "You needed one."

"You did this!" Alyssa screeched.

"WE did this!" Randy roared back. "SOMEBODY has to remind you that it's not just your sorry ass that goes down if you get stupid!"

"YOU, TOO?" Alyssa spun on her little sister.

"Well, I didn't put pictures on the phone, if that's what you're asking," Brie replied, "But have you listened to ANYTHING I've been saying?"

Alyssa's mouth opened, closed, opened. "So you're ALL against me?"

"If Mama was here and listening to you, she'd be telling you you're fucking up, too," Randy insisted. "You need to pull your head out!"

"He--he BEAT me!" Alyssa argued.

"Yeah, and you earned it. And you've probably earned it again!" Randy retorted. "But I watched him, later, and aside from a lot of rough talk, he was being good to you!"

"If you call fucking the shit out of me good!" Alyssa retorted.

"So it was bad?" Randy riposted. "From the sounds of it, I figured you were loving it!"

"I..." Alyssa looked flustered. "You don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand all right, Sissy! He made you do something you didn't want to and you're all freaked. Well, guess what? It's probably gonna get worse, since you started acting up!"

"I'm outta here!" Alyssa squealed and headed for the front door.

She got out it -- about three steps -- before Damian drove up. "Awwww!" Back inside she ran, slamming the door and locking it.

"I'm thinking she got the video," Damian grinned at Hank. He was pretty proud of himself for that. A quick call to Toby and Toby whipped up that little featurette and fired it off -- and obviously it had hit target... Whistling, he headed up the walk, Hank trailing.

Inside, Alyssa plastered her back to the door. Randy came into the room to see what the uproar was about. "He's out there!" Alyssa squealed, eyes wide with fear.

"I figured," Randy replied. "Let him in."

"No!"

"Better face the music, Sissy, before it gets louder!" Randy warned.

"No!" Knowing that there was no way she was going to keep her brother from opening the door, Alyssa ran for the stairs.

Opening the door, Randy rolled his eyes. "Stupid to the last -- she just ran upstairs. If she'd headed out the back..."

"Hey, let's be grateful for small favors," Damian grinned. "Where is she gonna hole up?"

"Her room, probably," Randy opined.

"Does it lock?"

"Well, yeah, but it's one of those that you can get past..." Randy chuckled.

"Let's go, then. She got her phone?" Damian asked.

"Nope." Randy brandished it. "No land-line in her room, either!"

Damian shook his head. "What a fuckwit!" Glancing around, he noticed Brie, "Hey, Munchkin! Did you talk to the silly bitch?"

"Yeah, but she's stupid," Brie shook her head. "Who's this?"

Damian grimaced. Turning to Hank, he said, "I probably should have brought you a mask or something..." Turning back to Brie, he said, "This is Hank. I brought him along to help out."

Brie's eyes got big. "Yeah? Has he got a big one?"

Damian laughed. "Big enough! Damn, I wish your sister had your attitude!"

"She'll come around," Brie assured him. Turning to Hank, she asked, "Can I see it?"

Hank, taken aback, muttered, "Uh, maybe later." Damian grinned, waved for Hank to join him, and headed upstairs.

Alyssa was just discovering how fucked she was. Her door was locked -- and all that meant was that she couldn't get out. She couldn't lug her dresser or her bed in front of the door, either. If she screamed, no one in the neighborhood would think anything of it -- she was ALWAYS screeching about SOMETHING...

The boys got upstairs and Randy, grinning, brandished a hunk of coat hanger wire. A quick poke at the hole in the doorknob, and it popped open; Randy saluted Damian and left. Damian stalked into Alyssa's room, Hank trailing behind.

Alyssa was nowhere to be seen -- and that left few places to look. A quick drop to the floor eliminated under the bed, so Damian snatched the closet doors open.

"Noooo!" Alyssa wailed, eyes huge.

Damian grabbed her by the neck, "Come here, Dog Slut! I hear you're fucking up!"

"I--I..." Alyssa gobbled.

"I thought we had this all worked out? What's your problem?" Damian rasped.

"Don't hit me!" Alyssa wailed.

"Maybe I'll just fuck you to death," Damian grunted. "Meet Hank. He's along to help."

"Don't hurt me!" Alyssa wailed, clearly terrorized.

Damian looked disgusted. "From the way you treat your girlfriends, you'd think you had some guts, somewhere. All that bad attitude of yours is, apparently, is a cover-up for you being chicken-shit. Get out of your clothes, Slut!"

"Noooo!" Alyssa wailed -- but Damian merely stepped forward and she reached for the hem of her tank top, hauling it off.

Damian turned to Hank. "She's a real hard case, ain't she?"

Hank rolled his eyes, but he stepped in and muttered, "Isn't this rape?"

Damian sighed. "Maybe. Actually, it's a life lesson. Alyssa is a bitch who thinks she's a princess or something. Obviously, she isn't as smart as she thinks she is, either. But she can get us into trouble if she jabbers to people and that's what she was planning to do. Besides, she needs breaking -- I figure this is round two of three..." Glancing at Alyssa, he grated, "Panties, too..."

"Awwww!" Alyssa wailed -- but she bent and dropped her somewhat ridiculous French-cut panties to the floor.

Damian pulled her against him while she was still bent over and pinned her there, her side to his crotch. "Hell of an ass, eh?" He gave it a swat.

"Owww! P-please!" Alyssa wailed.

"Please what?" Damian asked.

"Please don't hurt me!"

"You ain't hurt," Damian retorted. "Why can't you be good?"

"I..."

"That ain't an answer..."

"You're gonna hurt my girlfriends!" Alyssa screeched, desperate.

"Worse than you have? I doubt it. Some of them are probably gonna be real happy, I think. Why can't YOU be happy?"

"I... You scare me!" Alyssa replied.

"You need scaring. You need to learn that other people ain't around just to do whatever you want," Damian retorted. "Maybe once I teach you manners you won't have to worry about me scaring you!" He mused a moment. "Meanwhile, I'm gonna rub this big bubble butt of yours -- and you're gonna like it..." Alyssa said nothing, merely looking up at him with eyes huge with fear. Damian nudged Hank, "Hey, go get Randy, will you? I've got an idea." Hank nodded and moved off; in a couple of minutes, he was back with Randy. "Hey, you know where Toby lives, right?"

"Yeah." A few days before, he wouldn't have, but Randy did now.

"How about going up to his place and collecting some stuff from his mama?"

"Sure. Like what?" Randy asked.

Damian started whispering in his ear; Randy grinned. Pulling back, Damian added, "If Toby wants to come over and video it, that's cool. Oh, and, hey, have him bring a couple of blindfolds -- four, I think. Those hood type ones, you know?"

"Cool!" Randy headed out.

Alyssa looked totally miserable. "Even my own brother..."

"You know, if you think about it, you'll realize that if we're all thinkin' the same thing, maybe we're right..." Damian pointed out. He grabbed her by the neck and led her over to where he could sit on the edge of the bed, then dragged her over his lap. "Now you're gonna hang out like this and if you piss me off..." He delivered another swat on her well-upholstered ass.

"No! Please! I'll be good!" Alyssa wailed.

Damian rubbed her ass. "Maybe. Hank, come on over and check out them titties, Man. Get your fill."

Mortified, Alyssa suffered the ugly red-haired boy's hands on her breasts. "Why can't you..."

"Keep you to myself?" Damian asked. "We don't do that. You'd have to earn it -- and right now, you're the bottom of the totem pole. If I was you, I'd plan on sucking and fucking every guy in the group. If you start bein' a good girl somewhere in there, then maybe I'll think about takin' you out of circulation. For now, though, why don't you get a look at Hank's meat? You're gonna be fuckin' it..." He turned to Hank, "Go on, show her your weapon of ass destruction!"

Hank somewhat reluctantly dropped his shorts. There was a gasp; big eyes were peeking around the doorframe. "Wow! That's a NICE one, Sissy! Aren't YOU lucky!"

Damian chuckled. "You ain't supposed to be here, Munchkin!"

Brie came around the door and cocked her head, hands on hips, "If you're GOING to call me something, call me Cheesecake! Randy does!" She eyed her sister. "Why can't I watch? I know what's going on!"

"Well, maybe you do, but we're gonna be pushing it some and besides, if everybody gets all worked up, you might not be safe," Damian replied.

Brie frowned. "Like I WANT to be safe!"

"C'mon, now, Cheesecake. You're embarrassing your sister..." Damian chided.

"Good! Won't that help?" Brie retorted.

Damian frowned. "Huh! It might, at that! Awright, but if I tell you to, you bail, okay? I'm working on something nice for you, later."

"Really?" Brie asked, big-eyed.

"Really. If you'll be good, you can come around and watch, I guess."

Damian taunted Alyssa, mostly, for the next hour or so, having Hank feel her up and rub his cock on her and finger her pussy and other indignities to the tune of Brie's enthusiastic running commentary about how hot it all was. What he DIDN'T do was have her fuck anyone or suck anyone --something she found surprising.

Then Toby arrived and some things became clear. He brought several things with him, including Beth's big red enema bag, some leather wrist and ankle binders, and a video camera. "Since you got upset over seeing yourself fucking Dirk, I thought maybe we'd make a movie of some other adventures," Damian announced.

"Damian, no, please!" By now, begging came easily to her.

But Damian wasn't listening. "First, I'm thinking we'll do a little in-house thing for the group's amusement. It's nothing that some of the other girls haven't done -- but I've got a feeling it's gonna be new to you..." Turning to Toby, he asked, "You wanna set up the bathroom?"

"Sure." Toby strode out, Randy following.

Brie's eyes got big. "I TOLD you that you were gonna get it!"

"Jeez, Brie, what do you think has been happening?" Alyssa rasped.

"What? You got felt all over? You got to see Hank's dick? You got weird ideas of what's horrible, Sissy! Fucking dogs is okay, but having a man play with your tits is horrible..." Brie looked disgusted. "I'd have poured baby oil over both of us and wrestled him or something -- and hoped he pinned me!"

"Brie!" Alyssa retorted, exasperated. "It's about what I want and what I don't want!"

"Yeah," Brie scoffed, "You WANT to fuck dogs! And you DON'T want to fuck boys! You're sick, Sissy! What the Hell do you think this is all about? What about you getting your own way all the time? What about you doing stupid crap because you can? Do you have ANY IDEA what punishment is?"

Alyssa broke down. "They're so mean!"

"Damn right they are! You know why?" Brie retorted hotly, "Because YOU are! Mean and nasty and pushy and bossy -- look what you've done to those other girls!"

"I'm sorry!"

Brie crossed her arms. "Not sorry enough! I know that Damian is gonna fix that, though. You better remember how things are -- you're in BIG trouble -- and if you make noises to other people, WE are, too! Nothing is EVER gonna be right until you are REALLY sorry and you start treating people right!"

Alyssa looked up at Damian. "When are you gonna start yelling at me?"

Damian looked amused. "Anything I was gonna say your sister already handled. I hope to fuck you listened to her, because she had it all down pat!" He reached over and collected the binders. "Get up and kneel in front of me." He tossed a binder to Hank, "You do the left and I'll do the right..." He had her sit on the bed for the ankle binders.

"What are these for?" she asked.

"If you're good, nothing, maybe. If you're bad, you're likely to end up spread-eagled somewhere," was the reply.

"Okay." Alyssa hung her head, totally subservient.

"Off to the bathroom!" Damian announced, hauling her up and pushing her before him.

Alyssa staggered before him, her head turned back over her shoulder. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see." Damian replied. "Part of it is something that you're gonna need to have done for the rest of the afternoon's festivities -- and part of it is gonna be us making you EXTREMELY uncomfortable!" Two minutes later, she was head down, bent over the edge of the bathtub. Toby was actually standing in the tub so he could capture her expression as Damian inserted the tip of the enema hose into her rectum and opened the clip crimping the hose.

"Oh!" Water invaded her; she could feel it moving through her bowels. "I have to go to the bathroom!"

"Not yet, you don't!" Damian disagreed. "Hell, we ain't even started! You have to get it all in, first -- and then you have to let it soak!"

"Oh, no!" Alyssa felt the first cramps. "It hurts!"

"Yah," Damian agreed. "But it doesn't leave a mark. Wait a while..." Alyssa got a full bag, then Toby inflated the tip so she couldn't just let go. After that, the torture REALLY began! Every change of position hurt as water gurgled here and there, distending her bowels and moving the contents from place to place. They made her stand, lie on the cold tile floor on her belly (and Brie sat on her!), bend various ways, crawl around on the floor -- anything they could think of -- for a full fifteen minutes. Toby videoed everything -- including when they finally let her release her bowels into the toilet. Ten minutes later, when relief seemed within her grasp, Damian, announced, "Fill 'er up -- it's time for Round Two!" They did the whole thing again; by the time it was over, Alyssa had nothing left -- not only physically, but emotionally. There was no fight left in her. Embarrassed and humiliated, she suffered Damian washing her ass with a washrag, then handing it to her to clean without comment. "Let's go downstairs," he announced, pointing. Alyssa dragged herself to the stair and moved down it, too wasted mentally to be upset about being naked before a bunch of boys. Behind her, someone commented, "Man, look at that ass jiggle!" to which Damian chuckled, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!"