Page 66 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“I’m too full Mateo, I can’t take anymore!”
Easing his fingers out of me, he walks to my head and strokes the side of my face before pushing both his fingers into my mouth, “Suck,” he commands.
Startled, I do as he asks as I look up at him, tears streaking my face and heat behind my eyes. I taste myself on his fingers as he pushes them deep into my mouth, “There there, little rabbit, it’s finished now. Just look at you,” he coos in his silky soft voice, thick with want and need.
I dare not look because I can feel how big and heavy my stomach is, the growing need to expel water from my backside taking over my every thought.
“I need to go to the toilet,” I beg.
“In good time, I need to photograph your first enema so I can come back to this moment.”
I can only look on as he pulls out his phone and takes photos of my tear streaked face, my legs strapped wide on the table as I breathe through the immense pressure emanating from my stomach and my arsehole. My face burns with a humiliation I have never felt before, the act so depraved it sparks my clit and I feel mortified that this level of degradation can turn me on.
“I want to take one standing, I’m going to unchain your hands and ankles now, then I would like you to stand so I can photograph you again.”
“Please,” I beg, “I need this to come out of me, I need to hurry to the toilet!”
“In good time, little rabbit,” he says sharply.
“It’s going to fall out of me if I move,” I blubber through more tears as they leak from my eyes at the extreme bloated strain I can feel inside of me.
“The tube is held fast inside your arse; it will not fall out,” says Mateo in an authoritative tone. He walks around the table unstrapping my ankles and wrists from my restraints. He reaches up and helps me to sit, my bulging stomach sings out to me and I look down to see the true size of it. I look six months pregnant, and I feel like I need to give birth any second now.
“Easy does it,” Mateo says as I move my legs to the side of the table.
“I can’t get off!” I wail, feeling too stretched to be able to hop down.
Looking down at me Mateo reaches under my arms and lifts me up like a small child, placing me on my feet as I bend slightly to relax the stretch I feel.
“Stand up straighter,” commands Mateo. I grimace but do as he says. Slowly I stand tall and look over at him miserably. Mateo picks up his phone and takes head on and then side photos of my naked fullness, complete with the tube hanging between my legs. He’s enjoying my discomfort and the size of me. I did not know I could feel so humiliated and so turned on at his enjoyment of it, all at the same time.
Placing the phone back on the table, he walks over to me, bending his head and kissing me hungrily. I try to wriggle free, intent to get to the toilet but he places one hand behind my neck and another to rub and cradle my engorged stomach. I whimper in his mouth and his tongue laps at mine, pushing deeper and deeper, devouring me and prolonging the stretch and discomfort. I try to relax my stomach, holding my bum cheeks with the tube tight. I feel the heaviness of the water weight inside me but I also feel the desire radiating off Mateo. I’m caught between panic that I’m about to explode right there and a need to please him and let him enjoy my extended state.
I lean into the kiss and feel Mateo smile as he bites and nips at my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. My body begins to tremble with the anticipation of the inevitable. Heart pounding, beads of sweat form on my temple. When Mateo comes up for air, he whispers in my ear, “It’s time.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the toilet. When I get there, I sit immediately. He bends down in front of me and pulls on the tube in my arse. I feel it slide out of my body and when it’s fully released a stream of liquid follows. I hate in somany ways that he is here to witness its release, but it’s eclipsed by the need to get it out and fast. I close my eyes not wanting to see Mateo watch me in this position and just let spurt after spurt of liquid leave my body until my aching stomach has deflated and relief washes over me that the pressure has left my body. I cannot believe what just happened and that someone was in the room to witness it. Shame reddens my cheeks until I finally open my eyes to see longing in the crystal clear ones looking back at me.
His face darkens and for a moment I wonder if he’s going to pick me up and fuck me against the tiles. I pull at the toilet paper and begin to wipe, feeling my body loosening after being so tense and constricted.
“I think you’re ready for our afternoon plans now, little rabbit. The big finale.” His voice has an edge to it and coupled with the face paint it makes him look sinister as he speaks again, “I’m going to get ready now, I’ll be back up for you in a little while.”
He turns and leaves me standing in the bathroom naked, embarrassed and once again wondering what just happened. I clean up and pull the t-shirt back on. I unclick the silicone bag from the bar hanging from the ceiling and rinse out the tube putting them together somewhere out of my view. I hope I never have to do that ever again. I sit back on the bed and wait, wondering what the big finale can be.
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It’s Mateo who walks into the room maybe an hour later. He’s dressed smartly in beige trousers with a white shirt tucked in. What I wasn’t expecting was his mask. Gone is the joker face paint and in its place is a masquerade face mask. In his hands is a collar, a lead and a feminine looking eye mask.
“It’s time to play, little rabbit.” He smiles widely but it doesn’t meet his eyes. He looks just like Jacob at this moment in time. Unhinged and ready to rain down pain on my body.
“What are we playing?” I ask timidly, unsure what the collar and lead can mean. Clearly not hide and seek.
Mateo stands in front of me and lifts Jacob’s t-shirt over my head. He fastens the black leather collar around my neck and attaches the lead to it. Then he places the mask over my eyes and fastens it behind my head just above my pony tail.
Taking a step back, Mateo glances over my body hungrily again. Without saying another word, he turns and pulls me along on the leash. I follow, my steps fast to keep up. Down the stairs we go to the first level, as we walk past all the closed doors I hear voices echoing up the stairwell, many voices as he leads me down the next flight of stairs. When we arrive at thebottom he instructs, “Crawl.” I hesitate for a moment before seeing the cold stare of his clear eyes telling me to do exactly what he’s asked.
I drop to my knees and follow him, crawling along the corridor drawing closer to the sound of voices, so many voices.Is that what Mateo wants, to parade me around his friends?
When we get to the open door to the room where the noise is coming from, I look up to see 10-15 men all dressed impeccably wearing masquerade masks. The room hushes as they stop mid discussion to look up at Mateo and down to me on the leash. An excited hum ripples through the room and I almost gasp at the number of them. Is Mateo having a party and I’m the entertainment? My stomach drops as I think over the enema Mateo just gave me in preparation.What does he want me to do here in this room?Fear coils around my mind but sparks fly in my core as all eyes are on me and I can’t deny the humiliation of the situation is making wet heat form between my legs.
