Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

"Eeeeee!" roared Sue. She tried to squirm out of the way, but Hamilton was getting closer and closer. He again jammed the nozzle up her ass. By this time, the vaseline coating had worn off the tube, so it was terribly painful and rough. Goddamn that son of a bitch, thought Susan. She would get back at that lousy bastard if it were the last thing she ever did in her life. Her insides felt like they were going to burst. She was seething inside, and burning with rage and humiliation on the outside. That bastard, that prick!!!

In a few seconds, Hamilton had emptied the contents of the second bottle of fluid into her bowels. She gritted her teeth. She was loosing every ounce of her willpower to avoid shitting all over the floor. Any second now, she would lose control of herself, and ugh! The consequences were too disgusting for her to think about.

She was screaming, pleading with Hamilton to let her go, but the only sounds that came out of her mouth were muffled gasps. His gag was crude, yet effective.

Hamilton was still guffawing. His eyes gleamed like he was crazy, and he was holding his sides with laughter. Sue groaned in agony. She didn't want to shit all over his floor, not in this horrible position.

"Maybe this will teach you to mind your own business," said Hamilton. Suddenly he was quite calm and collected, like a manic-depressive who had just crossed over from one state to another. He stood in front of her, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and callously regarded her nude body. He could tell that she was struggling. Her face was contorted in a horrible grimace, and she was doing her damndest to keep control of her bowels.

"Alright, little lady, I see you've had enough. Would you perhaps like me to unfasten those nasty ropes?" he said, in a voice of mock authority.

"Mmmmmph!" moaned Sue Carson, shaking her full rounded ass affirmatively. It was about the only part of her body that was not immobile.

"Getting a little hot under the collar? Hmmm?" said Hamilton. He scratched his chin and paced the floor in front of the girl. She stared at him, her eyes full of despair.

"Alrighty, then. Ill just loosen this tight little sash a little bit. Well see how good you are at Houdini stunts. You have about half a minute to get free, or I'll lighten that rope up again, and you'll have to suffer the consequences of that!" he said.

He bent over and took out one knot from the tightly tied bathrobe sash. Sue immediately was able to get one hand free. She scrabbled at the rest of the knots, managing to free one leg. Hamilton stared at his wristwatch. "Time's almost up," he said happily. Sue was in a panic. She didn't want to get tied up again. She could feel the soapy water churning in her guts, churning away, working at her insides. She knew that the time was now or never. She struggled up to one leg. Her breasts were all askew, held at a crazy angle by the way she was tied. She hopped grotesquely over to the bathtub, and heaved herself over the side. Hamilton followed her, flicking at her buttocks with a rolled up towel. Sue Carson gave a little yelp of pain whenever the towel stung her golden flesh. Her ass was starting to redden, and her body jerked in involuntary spasms of pain. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst.

Her degradation was just about complete. There wasn't much else Hamilton could do to her except, except… Oh, God, thought Sue. He isn't going to watch me shit! The perverted, disgusting, son of a bitch! That wretched bastard! Thai filthy slob! How could he do this to her?

Hamilton towered over her, enjoying her state of utter debasement. She was absolutely at his mercy. He waited for her to shit, standing in front of the bathtub. His arms were still crossed in front of him, as he savored the sight of his hapless captive squirming under his gaze. She flexed auu unflexec her muscles, shaking with pain and shame. Of course, the mental humiliation was worse than any tiling else, but that was understood without anyone having to verbalize it. Sue wiggled, as Hamilton watched her every move. He particularly lilted the way her cunt open and shut, as she grappled for a handhold inside of the tub. One breast flopped one way, and one the other. Her cocoa nipples were surprisingly hard, like the nipples of a woman who is in a state of arousal.

Hamilton could tell that this woman's emotions were in a state of flux, a condition brought about by the sudden infliction of an arcane reality on a previously normal life. Usually such a bizarre shift in focal points brings on unreasoning fear and horror, but in this particular case Sue's disgust and loathing were somehow transformed into an anal-compulsive manifestation of sexually related sensations. Her cunt dripped with her rapidly appearing lubrication fluid. Although her limbs were bound, almost totally incapacitating her, she was paradoxically involved and absorbed with the sensual feelings of release associated with the artificially induced loosening of her bowels. As the warm shit flowed out of her ass, pooling in the tub around her, she felt the onset of the spasms of pleasure associated with the female orgasm. When she looked up, she saw the figure of Hamilton Burns. His ugly, leering face gave him the appearance of the Devil, and since it was he who was causing her humiliation, not she of her own volition, she was free to enjoy the pleasurable undulations of her body, without the least hint of guilt, since all that was transferred to Hamilton, the Devil figure. So what was important was her image of him, not the actual shame she was experiencing. If she had been on, say, LSD, she might have assumed she was being reborn, baptized by the vile product of her own eliminative system.

On the other hand, Sue Carson had an ungodly orgasm, as Hamilton watched her struggle with a gigantic flow of enema tinged diarrhea. "Mmmmmppggghhh!!!" she choked. The stench of the shit was almost unbearable. Hamilton watched her suffer, knowing full well that he was embarrassing her half-way to death. "Well, now, my little cock-tease. Are you satisfied with yourself?"

Of course, it was impossible for poor little Sue Carson to say a word. Being of a kind nature, Hamilton stuck his hand behind her head, and untied the knot that bound the washrag in her mouth. "Prick! Bastard! Shithead!" blurted Sue, as soon as the gag was out of her mouth.

"Now, now, let's keep our tempers," soothed Hamilton, playing his role to the hilt. "And speaking of shitheads, I'd say that the description fits you, rather than me," he concluded. He reached down and gingerly touched her cunt with his finger, feeling the still wet come-juice that soaked her thighs. "Well, now, what have we here? Don't tell me that Miss Hoity-toity Sue Carson actually had an orgasm from her enema? Don't tell me that little Sue Carson actually enjoyed being forced to wallow in her own excrement?!" he leered.

"You son-of-a-bitch," hissed Sue. She couldn't admit that she had loved every second of her torture. What kind of a girl would he think she was, anyway?

"You're filthy," he said, "both hi mind and body. There's only one cure for such a dirty little girl."

"What's that?" she asked.

"This," said Hamilton. He turned on the hot water spigot, full blast. Scalding hot water poured out of the shower head, soaking Sue Carson to the marrow. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed. She futilely attempted to cover her face with her hands, but it was no use. After watching her writhe for a couple of seconds, Hamilton turned on the cold water as well, somewhat modifying the intensity of the little bath. Now Sue was bathed in a fine spray of tepid water. She almost felt grateful, as the slimy shit drained down the basin. Still, she was tightly hog-tied. Try as she might, she couldn't get the other knots off of her wrists, "Hamilton! Let me go this instant," she said loudly.