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Chapter 4
Ow how she wanted this all to end, but she knew she would never get another chance like this to relive her fantasy, could she really not take it?
She had persevered for so long, forced though she had felt at times, she had never really forgotten that contract she had signed; now HE had thrown her a googly.
How could she continue though, her body already felt as though it were on the verge of collapsing, her mind had been crippled at times with the anguish that had consumed her….
She could go home, torn, beaten, and broken and also no better off, or she could see this through, knowing in her own mind she had come out the other side, torn maybe but beaten,,,,,, certainly not.
BLINK,BLINK,BLINK
There was no turning back now.
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The doctor stood up and clapped his hands, everyone else who was in the room stopped their activities and left, leaving her dangling there on the board.
The doctor went around her back and uncoupled her from the tethering’s,
“back on the bed” he said as he yanked her to her feet with her hair. The mouth opening clamp was still in place but it didn’t do much to muffle her screams as he violently strapped her back onto the bed and put her feet back in the stirrups.
A nurse appeared in the room pushing a trolley; he hooked it up in front of him and turned it on. It was a sonogram but Tracy could not see the monitor as it was turned away from her.
The nurse pushed the device hard into her stomach.
“It’s no use Doctor, her bladder isn’t full enough to get a true reading of the sitting shape” she said as she laid the hand held probe back on the trolley.
The doctor walked over to the cupboard and fetched a funnel from it.
The nurse took something from the trolley and seated herself between Tracy’s legs. She could feel her tugging and pocking around.
The Doctor pushed the funnel into Tracy’s mouth; he took a jug from the side, unzipped his pants and began to empty himself into the jug.
Tracy cringed, she hated this, she had hated when the man before had done it. It had tasted foul.
As she watched him the machine began its never ending cycle and just as she was trying to focus she felt something, something particularly strange going on down between her legs.
The nurse was shoving something inside her, not her vagina, or her anus as had always usually been the case, but this felt different, deeper, higher somehow.
“The urethra blocker is in place Doctor” She told him, as she smiled, she got up to leave the room.
“Nurse could you tell the others to come in one at a time please” he asked her politely,
Not long after she had left one of the men from before came in, Tracy recognized him as the man who had bloodied her feet previously.
The doctor handed the man the jug,
“Can you help?” he asked as he smiled
“Sure” he replied and taking the jug from the doctor proceeded to empty himself into it as well.
Tracy had to sit there as they all came in, even the woman from before took great pleasure in squatting in front of the bed, right where Tracy could see her and filled the jug to very brim.
The different hues of orange and yellow mixed in the clear glass jug and the doctor took a metal rod from the counter and stirred it, holding it near her nose so she could smell the culmination as it mixed and brewed.
Her head was already securely strapped to the bed and it took little effort for him to force the funnel into her mouth.
“I’m going to pour this slowly, you won’t spill a drop” He demanded in a stern voice
He held the jug quiet high and began to pour.
Tracy knew he meant it and she began to drink it, the smell reached her nose before the liquid touched the back of her throat and the gagging reflex was strong but she held fast and began to take gulps of it into her.
The doctor paused for a moment after the first 3 gulps, let her take a breath then began again.
How she wanted to heave, the flow of liquid was relentless, it was so pungent, her eyes began to water.
The doctor paused for her, and then began again.
She was barely a third of the way down the jug, just the thought made her feel sick, she couldn’t help it when she coughed, it just came, she wanted to regurgitate all over him, she wanted to scream, the machine was beginning its rounds and she couldn’t breathe.
She received no sympathy though.
The doctor took the jug and placed it onto the floor, taking his trousers down he proceeded to squat over it.
He began to empty his bowel into it. A long brown, thick stool curled up into the bottom of the jug sinking bellow the liquid. He dressed and bought the jug back over and began to stir it again, mixing up the foul concoction in front of her until it was a brown liquid with small chunks, small enough to pass through the funnel.
“You will not spill a drop” he repeated and he forced the funnel into her mouth and began to pour again.
Tracy was ill with disgust now, she couldn’t think, she didn’t want to drink but she didn’t want the others coming in and doing the same into the jug.
Closing her eyes and concentrating on the pain from the machine, that wonderful, fabulous pain that took over her mind as she took large gulps of what was being pouring into her.
She gulped and gulped and when the Doctor gave her a breather she clenched her hands tightly and prayed for the machine to begin again.
Her eyes streaming and her jaw aching, the foul mush was finally emptied from the jug and the doctor topped it off with some water from the sink. This at least she was grateful for , it cooled and refreshed her now putrid toilet of a mouth.
Placing the jug on the side he rubbed her tummy over and left the room.
The swelling in her tummy felt heavy and the smell from the ooze she had just consumed still lingered on her breath, she was left in the room, he had turned the lights out when he had gone and now she was alone.
When the last contraction had eased she noticed she could still feel something deep inside her, the blocker the nurse had called it. It was like a dull aching pain in her pee pipe that just loitered.
A few contractions later and Tracy felt the urge to pee, before she had just gone when she had needed, whether it was down her legs, on the floor or wherever depending on the posture at the time. The huge thing inside her stomach was heavy and was pressing on her bladder which felt so enormously full, she pushed down a little and tried to go.
“Maybe” she thought to herself “maybe I can dislodge the thing if I push hard enough” she pushed down harder, and the loitering ache became a sharp pain. The she remembered that foul liquid, she knew in her mind that if she managed it, whether it was possible or not the doctor would force her to do it again and this time maybe the nurse would use a bigger blocker. She really needed to go though, it had gotten so bad the need itself was starting to hurt and as the next contraction started she screamed out, it combined the two and made it so intense she pushed down with all her might to rid herself of it, it just jarred into her more, sending a searing sharp pain right up into her along with the contraction.
This time when the contraction ended her screaming did not, she made as much noise as she could, she needed them to hear her, and she needed for them to know she really had to relieve herself.
Alone she was left though, another contraction, then another, her screams became quiet and pathetic as she ran out of steam, the pain rolling over her like a huge ball of energy, wave after wave, she tried desperately to move and escape her tethering’s and as the last one began to die down, she let out another scream.
The door opened and he appeared again, the nurse in tow behind him.
She positioned herself between her legs while he came over and began pressing on her stomach making her yell out all the more. The pressure was immense, she felt like she wanted to burst.
Taking the probe from the side he pushed it into her tummy till the shape appeared on the screen.
They pushed and poked her.
“There is uneven distribution in the sections” the nurse replied “It has good shape otherwise”
“yes I see” the doctor replied and handing her the probe she found the picture again and he began to crush Tracy’s stomach in. crushing it and manipulating it, she shrieked out and began panting as the next contraction began. Her bladder fit for bursting and he was crushing her, forcing her stomach around like he was kneading bread.
“Good job” the nurse said as he finally stopped and stood back to look at the monitor.
The doctor went down between her legs now and took a large syringe with red fluid inside.
“I’ll add the hardener- watch for any distortion as it sets” he said as he tugged at the thing dangling from Tracy again.
“All good Sir” she told him as she push down harshly on Tracy’s stomach, much harder than the doctor had and gave Tracy an evil smile.
Admiring his work she packed the tools away and pulled the blocker from Tracy with a vicious yank, as the thing came out so did what felt like Tracy’s bladder.
She smiled a sigh of relief as the fluid drained from her. It felt like that release you get as your waters break.
The nurse bought a mop in and cleaned up the mess that lay about her, Tracy just layback and enjoyed for what seemed like an eternity in a moment sweet serenity.
The doctor pushed the winch like machine up to the foot of the bed and pulled the chain connecting it to the dangling thing that was hanging from Tracy’s vagina. He tugged tightly on it and wound the machine up. Pressing a few buttons on the device he watched and waited.
As Tracy’s next contraction began he pressed a button on the top of the device and left the room.
One of the earlier men came back into the room, the man who had washed her and tenderly played with her feet before turning rough on her. He took out a bowl and filled it with warm water then placed himself between her legs and began washing her down.
Beginning at her in between then worked his way down her leg and to her toes as before, gently cleaning them inside and out.
As the contraction peaked he pushed the fingers from his left hand inside her anus, while he unbuttoned and let his trousers drop to the floor with the other.
Moving around her he lowered the stirrup on the left and strapped her lower calf to the metal pole, letting her foot swing freely from the ankle.
Pushing his now hard cock onto her left foot he bent over her and began to rub himself over her foot, dragging his foreskin across the skin on her damp feet as he kissed and caressed her right foot. Sucking her toes he would slip his fingers into her anus as the contractions start but other than that Tracy could cope.
Then holding her left foot hard into himself he rubbed himself harder and more rhythmically as he began to bite her toes and skin on her feet. Digging his teeth in harshly making her squirm as his cock got harder and his thrusts became more purposeful.
He began biting her leg, his teeth cutting now into her skin. She squirmed and tried to move from him but it just served to excite him and the more excited he got, the deeper he began to bite into her and the harder he thrusted.
Then another contraction, this time was different, she felt something being torn from her, the need and desire to push down began to overpower her as the winch wound the chain in tighter. The chained was pulling at the thing inside her, yanking it slowly as it turned.
Tracy tried to push with it but as she did he thrust his fingers hard into her anus and bit her big toe as he pushed his cock onto her foot harder and harder.
She tensed up and the pain from both the contraction and the yanking from inside her banged around her body like a man beating a drum as hard as he could.
She focused and tried to push down again, she could feel inside her as she began to open.
Screaming out she felt the air rush over her dry tongue, his fingers penetrating her deep and his mouth teasing and tormenting the flesh n her toes.
The contraction subsided and she could feel that she had opened up slightly inside, it was a stretching, aching feeling that manifested in her pelvis.
As the next began the man continued with new enthusiasm, pounding inside her harder and harder, rubbing himself all over her foot as he gnawed on huge chunks of flesh on the side of her foot. The winch pulled down harder and Tracy pushed along with it, she could feel the hugeness of what was inside her making its way towards her entrance.
As the contraction subsided Tracy tried to calm her mind, but then man had other ideas.
He positioned himself against her and thrust his tongue into her anus, rubbing his foot so much more against her now and he was making loud excited noises as he kept his rhythm.
When the next one came she could feel it begin to open her up, she pushed down but the skin around her vaginal opening began to burn, she could feel it begin to stretch inside and now out, panting as much as she could she pushed harder and harder and she screamed as loud as she could as she felt herself open more and more and the skin burning all around her pussy now. The man began to focus his licking efforts around her cunt opening where the skin was being stretched beyond capacity and began to then bite the tip of her clit. Tracy tried as much as she could to focus but it was no use he had thrown her off completely the pain was too much, she felt like she was on fire and it was only getting worse.
As the contraction began to ebb her mind could focus on how wide she was now down there, she wished she could see, she wanted to touch it, to feel it, the pain was more of a hot feeling now and she could feel her skin begin to weaken around the edges. The object inside her must have been almost half way out by now.
The man reached below the bed and disappeared out of sight for a moment and Tracy heard some movement beneath her. He slid under her bed awkwardly and then she heard some shuffling.
The man was positioning himself at her anal opening, using his fingers to wider her down there he dipped his fingers into his mouth and wet her anal opening with his spit. She could feel him begin to push himself slowly into her. Stretching her further, there was no room for him inside her, she could feel how tight her anal opening had become and it must have been crushing him as he forced himself inside her, all the while she was screaming out, trying to plead him to stop.
Once he was deep inside her he began to slid in and out, quiet gently at first until the next contraction began.
The pain of the machine, the winch tearing her open and him inside her was too much, she called out as loud as she could, her focus had gone, the winch was simply tearing this thing from her, she could feel herself beginning to tear down there and he was pounding now as hard as he could inside her mercilessly.
She felt his hands on the side of her bed as he thrusted inside her has hard as he could, she focused as much as she could muster and pushed down, harder and harder, she wanted it out, she needed to get it out of her, all the while he was banging away, his moans louder and louder as they met the pitch of her screams.
Then she felt a hanging weight down there, the man removed himself, his fluid dripping from her ass as he wiped himself off and pulled his trousers back up. Slapping her torn thigh harshly, he pressed a button on the machine which seemed to stop the hanging feeling and leave her whole body feeling at rest and he left the room.
She felt so different, there alone, she had been through something she never thought she would have been able to achieve, she had done it out of choice. There had been so much happening in her head at each and every moment it was like her mind had been completely swamped with so many thoughts that not a single one had made sense to her.
She lay back, comfortable and relaxed. She knew she had done it, it was over. Everything she had ever fantasized about had been there, everything that had ever touched her mind during her own play sessions had touched her physically here this evening. She couldn’t believe she had done it, finally it wa s all over.
As she was lying there in her victory the door opened, she looked over, if she could have smiled she would have done as that door moved, they were finally going to let her leave.
Her smile would have quickly turned into something else though when the man in surgeons mask entered the room.
Taking her left foot and placing it back into the stirrup in its original position he stood back and smiled, like he was admiring his own work.