Company Of Slaves (Nexus) by Shelly, Christina

of our messy fate inspired a moan of despair from poor Pansy. I was silenced by the fierce masochistic arousal this strange ordeal was inspiring and found the thought of being ‘nappied and frocked’ intensely exciting. Then I felt a sudden and disturbing coolness in my bowels, and I knew the enema had begun. The sensation was quite disgusting, and soon it felt as if my guts were being pumped up by some fiendish gas device attached directly to my backside! Strange and deeply embarrassing bubbling noises accompanied this grim filling and my bowels soon felt as if they were being stretched so tightly they would surely burst. ‘Now we will remove the tubes,’ Christina said. ‘You must try your very hardest to hold the liquid in while you are plugged. If you fail to do this, you will be whipped.’ The tubes were pulled from our backsides and we both fought desperately to keep the mass of thick liquid held within our now loudly protesting bowels. Then hands were again working on my tormented backside, this time pushing what felt like a long phallic tube of putty into my rectum! ‘We are inserting a plug of body wax,’ Christina continued to explain. ‘This will hold its shape for approximately one hour. The heat of your bodies will eventually melt the plug and it should then only be a few minutes before you void your bowels. Just to make sure, we have lined the plug with a skin irritant that will make it virtually impossible for you to control your sphincter muscles.’ As the plug was forc