Torture Island
MF/f enema bondage
Chapter 1 - The Enema Race
"Masters and Mistresses! Welcome to our new season of Enema Races!" Master Rick,
the Master of Ceremonies announced as he looked over the crowd of fetish
attired men and women in the stands. Most of them he noted had brought a body
slave with them keeling naked before them to ease the pressures they were soon
to feel.
"We have selected a fine group of slutcunts to participate in this years event.
So with no further ado, Let the Races Begin!" On the console set up on the
reviewing platform, Master Rick pressed a button that sounded a short blast of
an air horn and looked over to his left. From the end of the stands were lead 4
slave girls by four trainers. Each slave had a leash attached to her collar
that was held by her trainer. Unlike the black leather jock strap that Master
Rick wore, each of the trainers wore a colored leather Jock. The color of the
Jock matched the small medallion that was attached to each slave's collar.
Completing the slutcunt's uniform were wrist and ankle manacles and a ballgag
that matched the color of the medallion. Their wrists were locked behind their
backs but the legs were free.
Behind the procession were 8 more trainers or track officials, two each wearing
the blue, red, green and orange jocks of the team colors and each had a
carryall slung over his shoulder. These trainers went out to the race track
which was a set of 4 lanes 100 feet long. One trainer from each team stood
behind the lines of each lane and placed his carryall behind him opened.
"Since a lot of you masters and Mistresses are new to Torture Island, let's go
over the rules before we begin." Master Rick looked over at the 4 slutcunts,
"You four had better pay attention."
"We start our season with 48 slaves split up into 4 teams. We will continue
racing different events until we have 1 winner. The ultimate winner will live a
life of luxury and comfort here on the Island. The losers will earn varrying
degrees of punishment. But we will keep things interesting. There are prizes
and punishments for every heat and for every round."
"The winner of this heat will receive 24 hours in a pleasure cell. We have had
all of the slutcunts under Hypnosis and we will supply her with what we learned
was her ultimate fantasy."
"Our second place loser will spend 24 hours in a work team cage satisfying all
20 members of the team. We have chosen a team that has not had sexual relief
for a month. She'll have a great time in a 24 hour gangbang."
"For our third place loser, we will spread eagle her between 2 posts and wire
her up to our computer controlled tens system. We will attach wires to the
piercing in her septum, nipples, labia and clit. In addition we will attach
wires to her toung and insert wired plugs in her pussy and ass. The computer
will provide random shocks of random duration and power for 24 hours. Oh yes!
She will dance and scream nicely for us."
"We have a special treat for our fourth place loser. Two days, yes 48 hours as a
public urinal! Two days of nothing to eat or drink but piss. And to make sure
that she stays busy, We will be collecting the first morning piss of our slaves
to be fed to her whenever she's not directly occupied."
Master Rick beamed as he saw that many of the Masters and Mistresses were
beginning to press their body slaves into service. More and more crotches were
being hidden from view by the head of a slave licking and sucking the cock or
cunt that was their only reason for being, Rick reached over and pressed a
second button on his console. A slave dressed as a French maid began walking
out to the platform. The bodice of her uniform formed a demi bra lifting and
offering her 40D breasts to the world. The built in corset compressed he waist
down to 19 inches, thigh high stockings were held up by a garter belt. Her legs
looked beautiful, ending in the 7 inch locking high heels. The rest of the
uniform consisted of a frilly cap, slave collar, lace apron, wrist and ankle
cuffs. Her skirt and petticoat were so short you could easily see the chastity
harness that locked away "her" cock and balls in its tight grip but left her
asshole or boycunt available for use.
Master Rick liked his "girls" with that little something extra between their
legs, but he liked them as fem as possible. The maid came onto the platform
using a walk that kept everything in motion. It was the kind of walk that said
"I'm a slut, Fuck me!". Rick glanced at the tag hanging from her collar and
saw that "her" name was marie. She walked in front of him and gracefully went
to he knees putting her mouth just inched from his now bulging black jock.
"Our first event is a simple endurance and speed race. We're going to insert a
nice big buttplug into each of our racers so retention won't be a problem. Each
of the plugs is equipped with a nozzle and one way valve. The slutcunts will
step up to their starting line and bend over to receive their first pint. They
will then race to the other end of the course, turn around and bend over to get
their next pint and race back to the other end of the course. Each of our race
officials have 4 syringes and the race will continue until they are all used.
After the last slutcunt has crossed the finish line they will come back over
here to the platform for the announcement of awards and the unplugging. That
ought to be fun because each of the slaves will be carrying 1 gallon of liquid
in their guts by that time."
"Oh, and slutcunts, your shock collars are live, any balking or attempt to leave
the race course will earn you a punishment shock."
"Now let's begin! Slutcunts, present asses!"
Each of the slaves turned around with their backs to the stands and bent over at
the waist. The trainers each removed a large buttplug from a container attached
to their waist. Even the plugs were in the team colors. In order to increase
the drama of the moment, the trainers held the buttplugs up in front of the
faces of the slaves. This way they could see the 3 inch diameter of the wide
portion of the plug that would soon be imbedded in their asses. The trainers
walked around their charges and placed the tip of their plug at the entrance to
the slave's asshole.
With obvious glee Master Rick called out. "Trainers! Drive your plug home!" As
the plugs were pressed slowly into their asses, the slutcunts began grunting
and squealing around their gags. Tears began to fill their eyes and drip down
their cheeks. Two of the slutcunts attempted to pull away as the widest portion
pressed in.
"That's going to earn you each a punishment session later." Growled Master Rick,
"Trainers, make a note about this."
The slutcunts were about to learn about punishment notes on Torture Island. The
red and green jocked trainers reached into a second pouch on their jocks and
pulled out a small weight attached to a short chain. The free end of the chain
had a small clip, this they attached to the clit ring on each of their charges.
"Those notes will remain where they are until your punishment. The placement of
the note and its size indicate the severity of the infraction and amount of the
punishment. The order from least to greatest is your nose, nipples, labia and
clit. As you can feel you have been very bad little slutcunts indeed. But on
the bright side you are fortunate that your trainers selected the lightest
punishment notes. Too bad for you since the notes will add to the difficulty
for your race."
Mean while up in the stands, the betting had begun. The masters and mistresses
did not have to leave their seats or the hot mouths of their bodyslaves to
place bets on the outcome of the race. On the right hand side of their seat was
a mini terminal where they could enter their wagers. The masters of Torture
Island came from all over the world so like any other nation, it had its own
money, tortoids. Tortoids were pegged to the Euro so that conversion to and
from their native currency was easy. Payment for the wagers by the masters and
mistresses could be made in either tortoids or slaves. The value of a slave was
determined by the Appraisal Department of Torture Island's Governing body. The
guidelines for assigning a slave a value were highly complex but suffice to say,
most slaves were valued between 100 and 200 tortoids. All wagers had to be
settled before the master or mistress left the arena. They could transfer money
form their local bank account, transfer slave ownership, or transfer funds from
their home nations to satisfy any losses. In the event that a master or
mistress was unable to pay off his or her losses he or she would be converted
in a slave o fthe governing body. He or she would be appraised as well as any
possessions he or she might have and this value deducted form the total owed.
The remaining amount would become the cost of the new slave. The governing body
had the right to sell the new slave at the cost value or the appraised value
which ever was higher. The adjusted value of the slave was posted on the Island
intranet every evening. The value was adjusted by adding the maintenance cost
for the slave, food, clothing, and medical, and deducting the value of the
services he or she had provided that day. If the slave did not require medical
treatment, they would at some point in the future become reasonably priced and
sold. There was no possibility of paying off their debt and becoming free.
Assignment into slavery was a one way street.
"Alright Slutcunts, stand up and face your audience." For the past 15 minutes
the slutcunts had remained bent over with their backs to the stands so the
masters and mistresses could get a good look at their plugged asses. After they
turned around, they spread their legs to just a little wider than their
shoulders so that none of their charms would be hidden.
At the end of another 15 minutes, Master Rick nodded to the trainers and the
slutcunts were led to their starting line on their lane of the race track. Rick
turned around so that he could watch the race and marie the French maid moved
around in front of him with her face again just inches from his bulging black
jock. Her eyes never left the tool that was in fact the center of her life.
Rick looked down and said "Marie". She looked up at this command and he nodded
his head. Marie whispered "Thank you Master Rick." And reached up to remove the
cod piece from the jock freeing his 10 inch long 2 inch thick hard flesh
weapon. She began licking and kissing the head of his cock while holding it with
one hand and cupping his balls with the other.
"I don't want to come until the winner crosses the finish line." He growled, "If
you are late, you'll get to go through the losers ordeals with them, and if you
are early, you get the same AND I'll have you roasted alive for one of our
picnics."
Turning his attention to the fearful racers, he said, "When I say Go! You will
bend over to present the fill nozzle in you plug to your trainer. Your toes
will be behind the line and your legs will be spread to wider than your
shoulders. When your trainer is satisfied that you are in position, he will
attach the syringe to your plug and pump the liquid into you. If you break
position he will stop until you are again in position. When the syringe is empty
he will detach it and slap you on the ass. You will then race to the other end
of the track 100 yards away. After you cross the line you will turn and assume
your filling position and wait for the slap to start again. Each track official
has 4 syringes so I'll let you do the math."
The four trainers reached back an each pulled out a 1 pint syringe. Marie
stopped licking Ricks cock and began to slowly deep throat it. Her's was going
to be a tough job because the race would excite her master and she could not
see it progress with her back to the racers.
"Ready,........,Set,.........,GO!"
Four slaves bent over and spread their legs as one. The trainers attached their
syringes to the offered butt plugs and rammed the plungers in. Four slaps rang
out as one and four desperate slave girls took off running or perhaps a fast
jog since a girl can't really run in the 6 inch high heels they had locked on.
The slightly bowlegged step that they were forced to use because of the butt
plugs didn't help their speed either.
"They'll be able to keep a fairly normal pace for the first 2 or three laps,"
Master Rick informed the crowd, "but after they have a quart and a half to 2
quarts it will begin to slow them down. They can't breath through the cramps
because of the ballgags and we won't let them stop to ease them either."
Sarah, The red team slutcunt was slowly pulling ahead of the other slaves but
even this early in the race you could see he wince every time her punishment
weight bounced. "She's not going to do well in this race." Rick thought.
"Between the weight and the extra strain she was putting on her abdominal
muscles she's going to begin feeling the cramps very soon. And thinking about
not doing well. Marie is doing one hell of a job on my cock. I figure I'll cum
about lap 5 at this rate."
