Brown gold on silver steel

The bathroom was a dimly lit chamber. No basin, no shower, no bath tub. Only a white toilet placed on the long side of the room. The walls were also tiled in bright white. Everything was clean, very clean, actually.

Lisa stumled into the room, feeling the horrible intruder poking up her bowels. Every step hurt and made her anus feel like a ring of fire. The brown urge inside her didn't make it easier. She grasped the tiny end of the handle that still showed out of her now grossly stretched butthole. "Don't you dare to pull it out before I tell you" Mike ordered. "Put your hands on the toilet seat, ass up, stand straight" he commanded. Lisa did as she was told. Bowing down she blushed. Even though her ass had been fingered, plugged, stretched to its limits and made to pass gas and worse, she still felt utterly humiliated and ashamed. Her once cute rosebud that now was a quivering, deformed something pointing towards Mike.

Behind her she could hear sounds that she wasn't able to relate to. At least not in these circumstances. The ripping of a paper package, then a hiss and the gurgling of a liquid that was poured into a bowl or a pot. The bubbling of - maybe water. Moments later the mushy sound of a wooden spoon stirring some semi liquid mass. She also smelt somehing. Not a bad smell, not at all, even sweet and warm ...

A stinging pain inside her sent her back to reality. Once again, a fart had built up somewhere down there, trying to escape through the hole it was supposed to. Not a chance. More rumbling, more pressure. I will explode when he doesn't free me of that thing soon. I will shoot it out in a fountain of shit. Ugh, she couldn't believe the obscene thoughts her mind was capable of.

Then Mike stepped forward. "Jeff is cooking something delicious for you, Lisa. Sweet and slimy porridge with lots of honey. Served warm of course" he said. "But first we have to see for your little ass. I think the thermometer should have done its job properly now, right?" He pressed one hand on her back, with the other he grabbed the handle. "Let's do this together, Lisa. You push, I'll pull. I'm curious what deep secrets you have hidden inside."

Slowly, very slowly he started to withdraw the giant instrument. Lisa sweated and tried to press it out. After two inches the first brown streaks appeared. "Look what we have here Lisa! It's a shame you can't see this - I found some brown gold here!" Next inch. Now it wasn't a streak of shit, it was a thin layer of filth. And it stank. Lisa could smell it too now and sobbed. When Mike had half of the shaft out, a slimy, dark brown substance oozed from her butthole smearing her right butt cheek's inside. Just for some sort of sadistic fun, Mike withdrew almost the entire length of the instrument - Lisa gasped, a remarkable amount of her poop appeared, the once silvery steel thermometer was dark brown where it at sunk in the depths of the girls bowels. "That's a lot of shit there, Lisa", Mike laughed. "Are you too dumb to use the loo?" Lisa cried. She couldn't believe what he **** her to talk about. "I, I, uhm, I was c-c-constipated for three weeks now." "Constipated? Ts, ts. Don't be so shy! Now I know what to do, Jeff has just the right medicine for your tummy, Lisa. Is the porridge ready, Jeff?"

It was ready. Now Lisa could see the pot or was it a kettle? It looked huge and was filled to the rim with a extremely thick and sticky mass of porridge. Almost two litres of it. Right now Jeff was pouring the fourth glass of honey into the pot, stirring it with the slimy porridge. "Jeff knows how to sweeten things. And sweet it needs to be, otherwise we cannot cure your constipation, sweetie." Lisa had never heard of sweet porridge as a way to cure a constipated bowel. "I'm, I'm not hungry", she squeaked. Not for the first time on this day of pain and shame she was totally unaware of the decisive thing: the porridge wasn't meant to enter her body through her mouth. "I'm glad to hear that", her tormentor said. "Jeff, it's time for the main course. Get the funnel!"