And now for the inside…

“And now for the inside…” She gives me a pleading look, knowing what’s coming as apply a little bit of petroleum jelly to the small nozzle. It’s only about an inch across but I have little doubt it will be the first object to enter her by this avenue. She tenses with fear, so I lean down, whispering into her ear, “The more you clench, the more this will hurt. I could push this thing through concrete. You’re not going to stop me. Relax as much as you can or you’ll be sorry.”

She nods, forcing her muscles to relax. She hangs limply from the cuffs, her feet now almost completely on the floor. I nod, impressed once again by her self control. Though she does tense up a little bit again once I’ve pushed the nozzle, slowly but surely, into her ass hole, and started it flowing. I’ll add a douche to her morning routine later, but it wouldn’t do to take her cherry this way.

The water is coming out at the speed of an average garden hose now, which is why she isn’t coughing up chunks of intestine… but it’s still extremely cold, no doubt forming a little bit of ice in there. Her own body heat and movement keeps it from freezing up entirely, but I know she’s in agony. She’s a little distended by the time I shut off the flow.

I let her hang there for a long moment, enjoying the sight. Eventually, I’ll make her do this to herself. For the moment though, I’m content to watch her hang there and struggle to endure the involuntary cramping.

I grasp the nozzle again, and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to pull the nozzle out now. Hold the water in. If you don’t hold it in long enough, we’ll have to do this again.” She nods frantically, **** to be rid of the invader, which may as well be made of solid ice it’s so cold and hard. I pull it out, and let it clatter to the floor.

“I’m going to count to one hundred now. One. Two. Three. Four…” I casually pantomime inspecting my fingernails, though they’re clearly not visible through my gloves. “Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine…” I’m walking around her now. Even dripping wet, I can tell she’s sweating from the strain. Her body temperature rising with the effort.

“Eighty-seven. Eighty-eight…” She’s groaning and sobbing a little with the effort, I run my hand down her distended stomach, enjoying the pained look in her eye. “hmm… where was I… Eighty. Eighty-one…” I reach out and stroke her cheek, smirking into my mask, “Ninety-seven, Ninety-eight, Ninety-nine.” I turn my back and start to walk away, “I know this hasn’t been much of a challenge for you… but I’ll be adding more water when we do this… every morning…” I sigh give a dramatic and introspective sigh, stalling a little longer. “…one hundred.”

The noise that followed was a lovely mix of a relieved sigh and a very loud splash as she let it all out. I smile a little as I turn around. “…I didn’t say you could let it out when I finished counting.” I smile, the horrified look on her face well worth all this preparation. I make a magnanimous kind of gesture, “I’ll let it slide just this once since we have so much to do today. Just be more careful in the future.”

I walk around her, inspecting her like meat once again, “But it did get all over your legs since I hadn’t moved you into position yet.” I bent down and picked up the hose, leveling it at her. I said “Dear god I love my life.” But I don’t think she heard me as I cranked the hose back up to a teeth-rattling pressure again.