Absolute power-5. The long-awaited release.

Dasha wriggled on the floor and kicked her legs covered in red mesh stockings on it; her hands grabbed the man’s hairy shin. She was still lying on her back, but Baldy decided to play with her differently. The toes of the left foot either pressed or held the plug in the ass to prevent it from flying out, and the second foot pressed on the poor thing’s tummy, which was full of water. She could no longer stand this and therefore rushed about the floor, squealing in pain.

“I’m going to be torn apart now, stop, I beg you! Aah!”

The torturer removed his legs from the girl, and she curled up, clutching her lower abdomen and sobbing. The master quickly found himself at the epicenter of events. He showed something familiar

to Baldy and gave Dasha some time to calm down, after which he picked her up with his strong arms.

“Poor thing, they almost broke you!” — he said with some kind of concern. The girl, curled up in pain, did not react in any way, continuing to choke on her screams. The master took her to our wet area, where he laid her on her left side near one of the drains. Turning on the water in the hose, he directed the stream onto Dasha’s butt, bent down and sharply pulled the plug out of the plug. New screams were heard in the hall, but now it was pain mixed with relief. A fountain of light brown liquid shot out from Dasha about a meter and a half. She spewed out everything unnecessary that asked to come out, not paying attention to the specific smell. The master washed all this down the drain with a stream, and she rolled on the floor of the pool for a couple of minutes, pressing on her stomach and spewing out more and more portions. My thousand knives stabbed my lower abdomen even harder (wow, how much is pumped into us!), looking at the flushed and shaking Dasha, who had received relief, albeit at such a high price. Vika and I moaned quietly for a long time, our intestines also wanted freedom from the bursting pressure. But over the next few minutes, we no longer envied our colleague number 1.

While she gradually calmed down and regained her breathing, the master took a new 2-liter enema and poured some kind of bottle into it. After mixing, the enema ended up on the pole, which he rolled up to the still unconscious Dasha. He almost carefully pulled her by the collar, laying her across the stone bench; He didn’t even command the holes, but simply told him to push the buns apart with his hands. This attitude seemed to calm her down, and she meekly complied with the order, apparently counting on the end of the test and a complete amnesty of the anus from the plug. But the master’s plan was different: the plug returned to the plug, the hose too, and the opening of the tap marked a new filling of the newly freed ass with water.

The master took her by the hair, with his other hand he twisted her arms behind her back, pressing her to the bench and while the water flowed into her, he gave a mini-lecture.

“I told you and others that now you are bitches who should not speak to anyone on their own? Why did the bitch have a human voice? Have you been asked how you feel or asked to share your overwhelming emotions? Apparently not. Why did you open your fucking mouth then? When it becomes painful, the bitch can whine, squeal and even moan - I’m still kind today, I don’t even condescendingly punish these for moaning” - he turned Dasha’s face in our direction, and I realized that Vika and I were already involuntarily groaning from the water tearing us apart.

“And you started talking, and you’re also throwing your hands around - preventing you from enjoying you to the fullest... And what have you achieved? Lost the test - once. Made me angry - two. I can’t leave it like this so that you get completely unstuck, can I? But the main thing: the owner was dissatisfied, he did not finish playing with the bitch. Therefore, it will be a lesson to you and others: in your new enema there is hot pepper extract - you will soon begin to feel a slight warming effect. And when you get rid of it, it will be up to the owner whom you screwed up to decide. Until he forgives you, you will crawl here with a fiery ass. And if I hear even one more word from you or see that you are letting go again, then I will raise you as it should be with a stupid, unteachable, aggressive dog - I will tie you to a pole on the street and whip you so that your intestinal pains will seem like children’s pricks. Is this clear to you?!”

As his story progressed, the panic in her eyes grew, so in order to regain her composure, he ended with a resounding slap in the face. She looked at him hauntedly, but remained silent, breathing heavily.

“If it’s clear, then bark once” - the second slap landed on the other cheek.

“Woof” came out of her mouth after a little confusion when the master swung again.

The enema ended, and having disconnected the hose from the plug, he took up the stick.

“Now crawl to your master and beg him to forgive you.” Dasha crawled towards the exit of the pool, but then a strong blow hit her buttocks. “Come on faster, I don’t see any desire!” She tried to cover her butt with her hand, but another blow knocked out a cry of pain from her.

“Follow the command promptly!” - He swung again, but she was already almost falling and was in a hurry to get out of the pool. When Dasha crawled past us, I saw two red swollen stripes on her butt. She crawled up to the bald tormentor, and not knowing what to do next, she stopped. Hurry! Another blow and another scream. "Until the bitch starts begging, I won't stop." Hurry!

She, apparently remembering their first acquaintance, began to lick his leg, with which he had caused her such torment. The master swung at Dasha again, but Baldy raised his hand, stopping him, and told her:

“Well done, curly hair. Suck them!” - He handed her the middle and index fingers of his left hand, and she took them into her mouth and began to suck. He watched this contentedly, and the master, apparently satisfied with the result of this ward, suddenly turned his gaze to us.

“What are you sluts like in the auditorium? What did I tell you about posing in your free time?!”

Recently, since Dasha gave her voice, we really haven’t been busy, because instead of throwing balls to us, everyone was distracted by this performance. I found myself sitting on my knees and holding my lower abdomen - it was a little easier in a crouched position. I tried to at least put my hands behind my back, but it was too late to drink Borjomi.

“You’ll have to learn another command - “assholes.” This means I need good access to your ass so I can punish it. Heads to the floor, legs together and hug your arms under your knees!”

We quickly took a position, not wanting to anger him further. The change in body position was accompanied by gurgling and redistribution of fluid, which opened up new pain centers inside me.

The master did not wait long. First the right half burned, then the left - a new sharp pain even distracted me a little from the fullness, but still tore two screams out of me. From Vicky’s two sobs I realized that we got the same amount. I was already shrinking in anticipation of the continuation of the spanking, but then he stuck his fingers into my vagina and began to bend them, pressing on the front wall. Damn, it would be better if he beat me with a stick! Through the pussy, he pressed on the intestines, which began to move from such a massage, causing severe pain throughout the abdomen. I screamed loudly from such torture, without thinking about the consequences. If it weren’t for the example of Dasha, who broke down under essentially similar manipulations, I would have begged her to stop. But the punishment for this was even worse, so I just screamed in a duet with Vika. After some time, I remembered his words about what we could do and, gritting my teeth, I whined, like a dog that hasn’t been walked all day and really wants to go outside. I had never in my life wanted to empty myself as much as I did at that moment, so for this I was ready to do anything. The fingers inside me froze, and I whined even harder. The master came out of me and, lightly patting the clitoris, spoke loudly to cover Vicky’s incessant scream.

“Number 3, it seems blondes are really dumber. Your friend has already understood how to ask, and here you are straining yourself.” She screamed some more, not immediately understanding the hint, but then she finally switched to whining. “That’s it! Do you want to finish the test? We whined twice as loud.

“Bark if you want to shit yourself!” I barked, although the wording of the question was terribly humiliating. Would I have ever thought that I would have to do this? I couldn’t imagine this even a couple of hours ago.

“Gentlemen, they are already at the finish line - let’s determine the winner! Bitches, quickly get on the bench!” There was no need to persuade us, and we hastily trotted into the pool, where we lay down with our chests on a bench.

The master came down after him and pulled us up by the collars, “We’re climbing on her, the “inspection” position!” We somehow carried out this order, but we understood it differently: I stood with my back to the sofas, so that at least I would not see witnesses to my shame; Vika turned in the opposite direction.

“Eh, that won’t work, we have a fair competition,” said the master.

“Gentlemen, do we want to look at the fountains from their holes?” — the tip of the stick touched the plug in my ass at these words. “Or are we more interested in their cute faces?”

The cute little faces were flushed, tear-stained, distorted faces. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming, fearing additional sanctions. But this option received the greatest approval from perverts, and I had to turn around. We stood side by side, sometimes touching each other with our knees spread apart.

“Here comes the finale! Now I’ll get the plugs and our contestants can only rely on the strength of their holes. The winner will receive 3 points, and the loser will only receive one.”

Then he came up and stood between us so that we could both hear. “Don’t you dare shit yourself right away, I need a show from you. If the show doesn’t work out, then I’ll be upset and come up with another show, even worse. So pinch the hole all the way, in the end this patience can pay you back a couple of years of your life.”

The master took hold of Vicki’s plug and first released the pressure. Then he took her by the hair and I heard her wild cry, felt her almost fall off the bench. Then it was my turn. After deflating the air, the sensations hardly changed, and when the plug was pulled, I understood the reason for the scream.

In order to release something from the anus, you need to relax it, but in our position, relaxing was the same as losing, because everything would immediately rush out. The exit of the plug through the compressed anus was incredibly painful, and if they had not held me by my hair, I would have fallen to the floor from the pain that pierced my entire insides. Following the plug, a little of the intestinal contents spilled out, and despite the temptation to relax and let everything take its course, I tensed all the muscles of the pelvic floor to stop the flow (it was not in vain that I trained them with Kegel exercises to stay in good shape). We were still crying when the master came up from the front.

“Enough already, in this position the mouths are closed - here’s some help for you” - he put the plugs taken out of our asses into our mouths with a grin. I bit into the bitter latex and closed my eyes, trying to endure it. But open your eyes, you can just watch your girlfriend - an instructive sight, by the way.”

All this time, Dasha’s moans and some strange sounds were heard in the background, but we had no time for her. Even now we had no time for her, but they were having fun with her near the sofas right in front of our eyes, so we had to watch. While the bulk of the sadists were watching us with curiosity, Baldy and his neighbor on the sofa (a short Caucasian man in his late 50s) were busy with Dasha, lounging on one of the sofas. They had already played enough with finger sucking, and she took turns, greedily, like a vacuum cleaner, sucking their dicks sticking out of their open robes, kneeling between them. 20-30 seconds with one, then they pulled her away from the process by the hair, and she immediately moved on to the second. The procedure was repeated several times, but she did it with inexhaustible zeal, the reason for which was not obvious to me. Moreover, when one of the tormentors removed her from his penis, and the second took her by the hair and did not let her near his, she whined, sticking out her tongue, clearly begging for continuation.

“What a greedy dick she is!” - someone from the company said to the bald man.

“I just told Curly that I would let him relieve himself when I came... But I don’t want to come,” he neighed. “Does it burn in your ass, honey? Well, it’s okay, just another half hour and we’ll let you go to your friends.” The unfortunate girl was already howling out loud, begging for a penis, which was the key to freedom from the pain tearing from within.

The bald man’s companion impaled her on his penis and while she was slurping, Baldy seemed to come up with something else.

“Man, are you going to cum?” - he turned to his partner. Instead of answering, he groaned loudly and pushed Dasha’s head onto himself. She twitched convulsively and wheezed for half a minute until he leaned back on the sofa, letting go of her hair. She coughed up drool and cum at his feet. Someone threw her a Snow Maiden dress, which she used to wipe the floors behind her, and then Baldy pulled her in our direction to the edge of the pool, taking with him a short stack from the sofa.

He ​​put her on the side with her back to us, and commanded “holes.” When she somehow straightened up, he masterfully thrust his erect penis into her throat several times (the holes convulsively contracted at each entrance), and then “pleased” her:

“You can end your torment right now. If you bark now, I’ll hit you on the clitoris a couple of times with the stack and then pull out the plug. Or if you’re against it, then I’ll pump your throat for the next half hour.”

It was a choice without a choice and after a few seconds there was a passive “Gahab!”

We tried to endure all this time, although our heads were already spinning from tension. From time to time, thin small hot portions burst out of me, which wet all my feet, but I managed to catch myself from squeezing the hole. Here we saw with our own eyes, a meter away from us, what a “point plays” is. Usually they say this about fear, which Dasha definitely had while Baldy was trying on her clitoris with a stick, but the main reason for the convulsive and constant squeezing and unclenching of her anus was a burning sensation that she could not calm down, even clinging to her ass with her nails almost until it bled. At the same time, she involuntarily shook her butt, and the first blow missed the target, leaving a mark on her delicate sponge.

“Just freeze, bitch, otherwise there will be 10 blows!” - Bald shouted.

The frightened girl froze (what did it cost her!), and the next aimed click hit the open clitoris clearly. Vika and I saw this, and Dasha’s loud cry brought it to everyone else. Losing her balance, she removed her hands from her butt and grabbed the executor’s legs. I also saw a thin stream flow down her thighs - she involuntarily peed in pain. The bald man took hold of the plug and, fulfilling his promise, pulled the plug out of his victim’s ass, causing her to scream even more.

The bald man took her by the hair and collar, pushed his dick into her mouth, growled in her ear “Just try to bite” and began to fuck her. The scream became quieter, giving way to wheezing, but the ass began to splash out its contents in our direction with each spasm. The first couple of jets of warm, almost clear liquid reached us, irrigating our bellies and legs; the rest flowed down her thighs into the pool.

When I saw this process, I also released a small portion from myself, but having closed my eyes until there were sparks in my eyes, I managed to shrink. But Vika, when hit by the first jet, jerked a little and began to lose her balance. In order not to fall, she strongly tensed her abs and this provoked a chain reaction: part of the liquid flew out of her, then more, and having completely lost her support, she fell to her knees and began to uncontrollably pour out under herself. She howled either from relief or from resentment, but I still could not believe in my victory. Even when her warm liquid, spreading over the bench, squelched under my feet, I still first looked through the eyes of the master, who announced to the public that bitch number 2 had won this test, and only then, until he came up with something else, did I begin to relieve myself. I hit my legs with powerful volleys, then leaned my hands in front of me and continued to do so. Such a long enema completely rinsed out my intestines, so in addition to water, sometimes solid pieces of who knows what flew out, and although my butt burned from such pressure, I did not stop. The whole world disappeared for me at that moment, and I did not pay attention to the obscene comments from the audience, or to the aromas that spread from me, Vicky and Dasha. For several minutes I enjoyed the relief and because of this I even forgot a little where I was. I only came to my senses when the master ordered us to “inspect” and began pouring cool water from a hose. He watered us from all sides, making us clean and bringing us to our senses at the same time. He placed Dasha on the bench next to me, her chin covered in thick drool and more. Her master not only washed and washed, but also inserted the hose into her ass a couple of times, but she didn’t really protest, because it calmed the burning inside her.

Having finished the water procedures, the master announced:

“Gentlemen, only the first game has ended! Предлагаю по традиции: между первой и второй промежуток небольшой!»

Я внутренне сжалась и приготовилась ко всему…

Продолжение следует.

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