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CHAPTER FOUR

W had said that the shocks became continuous in the final stage of the safety release battery discharge. What he didn’t include was that although the shocks didn’t get any higher in voltage, they changed in frequency and duration, and the longer, different pulses hurt much, much, much worse. Now it wasn’t just a thousand bees attacking my nipples. There were wolves and jackals tearing at my skin as the pulses hit longer and faster. Also, the rhythm of the pulses was irregular so I couldn’t know when the next series would hit. I stood and shook with the shocks, and then my knees buckled and I fell to the ground. I lay on my side quivering and thrashing with each series of shocks. Once again I pissed myself, and then for the first time since I was in kindergarten, my bowels emptied on their own and I shit myself. I couldn’t have been more humiliated than I was at that moment.

Finally, the shocks stopped and I felt my hands come free. Ed pushed me onto my stomach with his foot and reached down and twisted the release connector on the back of my belt. The chains were all released and the belt fell free from my waist. I felt his hands at my neck as the collar was removed and then with his knee in the small of my back, he reached over and removed the wrist cuffs and the ankle cuffs.

“That is a pretty fancy outfit SSSuzy. But you know ol’ Ed is pretty handy with just an old fashion rope.” With that he pulled my arms together behind by back and tightened a loop of rope tight just above the elbows. Then he made three more loops and knots on my forearms. The last of the knots he double tied at my wrists. “We call them ‘carpet knots’ SSSuzy, because that is the way they used to tie up the rolls of carpet in the old days. It’s a very effective knot, and it also makes a very handy leash when you want someone to follow you without putting up a fuss.”

Ed pulled me up to my feet and said gruffly, “Spread you legs and stand there.” I did. He passed the end of the rope between my legs so that it rested against my slit and went forward like I was balancing on it. Ed tugged the rope toward him and said with a laugh, “Come along, little SSSuzy we have to get you ready for the big show.”

I don’t know what the bag was made of, but I could see dimly through the course, black fabric and was able to make out the trail before me. I walked along behind Ed, trying to keep the rope from digging into me, but it kept rubbing roughly against everything between my legs. For a moment an image flashed in my mind of a slave being led through the streets of Rome behind the chariot of a conquering general. I could hear the insults of the crowd and could imagine them throwing all sorts of rotten fruit and vegetables at me as I passed by. A small moan escaped my lips and Ed said, “You ain’t supposed to be enjoying this SSSuzy. This is supposed to be punishment, or do you really get off on being punished?” Almost in answer to that, I felt the rope become slippery between my legs.

We walked into the camp at the shower house and I thought that Ed was going to take me into the bathrooms, but instead he pulled me around to the back of the shower house where there were several outside showers for rinsing off after being in the pool. He led me over to the open pipe fencing that formed the outside wall of that area and said simply, “kneel with you legs wide apart.” The fence was actually several horizontal bars or pipes that seemed mainly to be there to hold towels. There was one at about six feet, one at three feet, and one almost on the ground that I think was actually the water supply to the showers.

After I was kneeling, Ed pulled the rope back out from between my legs and I heard him throw it over the top pipe. I saw it drop down in front of me. He then slid the rope under the bottom pipe and tugged it upward with Onwin a sudden, strong pull. My arms were pulled painfully up into the air and my head was forced downward. Ed looped the rope across the back of my neck and then back down to the bottom pipe where he tied it in some sort of quick release knot.

“That will keep you in place while we clean you up,” Ed announced. Then I heard the sound of a hose being turned on. The spray from the water was cold and forceful, and it stung against my skin. I could feel a soapy cloth of some sort rubbing against my body. I moaned as he washed my tits, and I shuddered as he washed between my legs.

“We can’t have you soiling yourself like that in front of the crowd tonight, can we SSSuzy?” muttered Ed as he walked around to stand in front of me. He set something on the ground. It looked like a six pack of beer bottles. And that was exactly what it was.

“I know this is your favorite brand, little SSSuzy, because we took this here six pack out of your tent. And I know why you really like the long neck bottles.” Ed held something up in front of me and asked, “Do you know what this is?”

It looked like a small telescope but it had an on / off switch and appeared to have a camera tripod mount on one side of the small tube. “This here is a deer camera. You place these along a trail and every time a deer walks by – day or night – it takes a picture of them. Then you know what trails the deer like to take, and when. You probably didn’t know that I have security cameras at all the entrances to this park, including the trail entrances. I watched you go out on your night hikes ever since you started camping here a couple years ago. But I also have these deer cameras placed all along the trails on my land and throughout the park. The park knows about them, but doesn’t object because I report any vandals or unwanted animals that the cameras pick up.” He laughed and continued, ” They also pick up anyone walking past on the trail naked in the moonlight.”

I gasped. Ed had known exactly who I was and what I was doing for a long, long time. He continued. “One day about a year ago, you finished off most of a six pack of this beer before taking one of your nighttime bondage hikes along the trail. You didn’t have the fancy chains back then, but used handcuffs and nipple clamps with little weights on them. Anyway, you took the last bottle of beer with you as you went back into the park. You know you aren’t allowed to take glass on the trails, don’t you? I didn’t report you because I so enjoyed what you did with that bottle. When you stripped off to start your hike, you realized that you had brought the beer bottle with you so you carefully wedged it onto a broken off tree stump so you could pick it up when you came back for your clothes.”

Ed laughed. “I guess that makes you a good camper, but as you put on your handcuffs and nipple clamps, you brushed against it and realized that it was sticking up at just the right height from that little tree. You walked over and straddled that fence-post like stump and lowered yourself down on that bottle until it went all the way into your sopping wet pussy. Each time you went up and down on that bottle, your movements triggered the deer camera that was pointed right at that spot. I don’t know for sure if you came or not, because the camera didn’t show your face, but I do know for sure that after a little while you raised up a bit further and then sat back down on that bottle so that it went up your ass all the way to the wide part of the bottle in one stroke. You nearly filled up the memory card on that camera as you bounced on that bottle in one hole or the other for almost a half hour. You looked pretty beat by the time you had finished, but you must have had to go find the key to your handcuffs because you staggered down Onwin Giriş the trail and didn’t return for a couple of hours. Since your face didn’t show, I posted those pictures on the web so some of my friends could enjoy your little performance…. and I decided there and then that we were going to have to trap you into a live performance for all of us.”

I don’t know how I could have felt more shame that I already did, but the idea that my wild night of impromptu sex with a bottle was posted and viewed by thousands, if not millions of people caused me to whimper and cry.

Ed lifted my chin so that I could look at him through the fabric. “The bag isn’t part of the punishment, it is to hide your face so that when this is all posted on the web people won’t know for sure who you are. I know that this is going to be hard on you, so I am going to use your beer not only to clean you out, but also to loosen you up so you can enjoy yourself a little bit more than you already are. This may be your first beer bottle enema, so let me tell in advance that it is not only very effective in cleaning your out, it is also very effective in putting alcohol in your blood stream. You have to be really careful doing this or you can get you blood alcohol level up to the poisonous range in a hurry. Luckily for you, several members of our club are doctors and we are ready if you have a problem.”

I heard Ed opening all six bottle of beer with an opener. One of the reasons I liked this particular brand was that it was an import that used real beer caps rather than those twist off things that needed a screw thread on the top of the bottle. It wasn’t what you are thinking. I didn’t use the bottles as dildos all the time. I just liked the feel of the smooth glass sliding against my lips as I drank from the bottle.

The smooth glass without cap threads also let the bottle slide more easily into my pussy as Ed pushed it into me. “Got to lube it up a little,” he remarked. Then he pushed the bottle against my puckered asshole and started to slide it into me. I clenched my muscles and he slapped me on the butt and said sternly, “Don’t fight me SSSuzy.”

After the bottle was all the way into me, I felt Ed shake it back and forth several times. “Got to stir it up to get some pressure,” he explained. The warm beer began to fizz and foam, and the pressure generated forced the warm liquid into my bowels. “Hold that for as long as you can,” Ed ordered.

I could feel the beer inside of me and I could feel a sudden buzz like I had been drinking for a while. I don’t know how long I could have held it, but it was only a few moments later when Ed followed the first bottle with a second. This time he had shaken the bottle violently and held his thumb over the top until just as he pushed it inside me. The sudden release of foam splashed over my ass as the bottle entered me and I could feel the pressure build up within me.

“Hold it. Hold it. Hold it…” I was starting to cramp and had never felt so slippery up there before. If I didn’t still have the ballgag in my mouth I would have pleaded with Ed to let me release the pressure. “Hold it. Hold it. Hold it…….. Now, everything out. See how far you can spray that beer across the room”

I know that Ed was exaggerating, but it did feel like I was shooting a stream half way across the concrete shower floor when I emptied myself. I could smell the mixture of shit and beer and knew that it was all over me. Again the shame mixed with sexual pleasure as I realized that I had done exactly what Ed wanted me to do.

“Let’s hose you off and then repeat that two more times and you will be ready for the show.” I felt the cold sting of the hose followed by the warm soapy rubdown and then Ed said, “Here comes another bottle, SSSuzy. You make sure you hold these two Onwin Güncel Giriş in for as long as you can. I won’t tell you when to release, you just make sure that it is long enough.”

With that I hear him shake up another bottle and plunge it into me followed almost immediately by a second bottle. I don’t know if it was the effect of the beer in my bowels or the alcohol in my blood, but I desperately wanted to expel everything from inside me. I was cramping. I was in pain. I desperately needed to shit, but I didn’t want to disappoint Ed by going to soon. Finally, I could stand it no longer and everything gushed out of me.

“That was pretty good, SSSuzy,” said Ed in a voice like he was talking to one of his horses. “Let’s see how you can do on this final flush.” The whole thing repeated again. This time, after he had emptied the second bottle into me Ed gave me this instruction, “SSSuzy, I am setting this timer for somewhere between five and twenty minutes. You won’t know how long you have, but if you can keep that beer inside you until the timer goes off, I will give you a special reward. If you don’t, I am going to give you a special punishment. Do you understand that?”

I tried to nod my head as best I could with the way I was tied in place. Then I began to concentrate on holding in the slippery, foamy mess that was inside me. After what seemed like hours, I started whimpering and shaking. I felt like I was going to explode and I felt more drunk that I had been in a long time. Finally I could hold it in no more and beer and shit exploded out of me and again covered me and the floor in the foul smelling mess. Just as my bowels stopped contracting and I was totally empty, I heard the metallic clanging of a kitchen timer bell ringing.

“Oh, you almost made it, SSSuzy. Because you were so close, I am only going to give you one. I was going to give you six, but since you tried so hard, it will only be one.”

With that I felt something press against my asshole and slit. It felt like a stick, but it had a couple of cold metal barbs on it.

“Do you know what this is? This is a cattle prod. Can’t use them on cattle any more because the soft-headed animal protection people think its too cruel. What do you think, SSSuzy?”

A jolt of fire roared through me with lightning flashing from my asshole to my cunt. I screamed into my ballgag and tried to raise up from the floor. The ropes held me in place and the only result of my violent thrashing was that I expelled some more of the beer enema.

“Oh, you weren’t completely empty. We have to do something about that, don’t we. I promised you only one for punishment didn’t I, but I guess this here isn’t punishment, SSSuzy. This is part of getting you totally cleaned out.”

The fire and lightning struck again… and again… and again… and again. This was much worse than what the belt had done to me. By the time Ed was finished, I was no longer on my knees, but was laying flat on my face on the concrete shower pad. I was covered in filth and lying in filth and could do nothing but whimper and cry.

I felt Ed untying the ropes that held me in place. He helped me to my feet and said, “One final wash and rinse and you are almost ready.” The cold sting of the hose was followed by the warm soapy cloths and then another cold rinse from the hose.

“This is the final preparation, I promise you. Stand here with your legs spread as wide as you can, SSSuzy.”

I wondered what painful and degrading thing Ed was going to do to me next when to my surprise I felt a warm soft brush rubbing against my pussy. “You keep this all neatly trimmed, don’t you SSSuzy, but for what is going on tonight, we want you as bare as a baby’s backside. Now don’t you move because I am using a straight razor and I don’t want to cut you as I do this.”

Ed swiftly and deftly flashed the razor between my legs and soon I was, as he had said, “as bare as a baby’s backside.” Ed used the hose to rinse off any remaining shaving soap and announced, “Now Self-Sub Susy, it is time to face the music.”

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

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