CANDY, CONFUSED AND ASHAMED<br/><br/>“UNNGHH!! UNNGHH!!” I kept happily fucking myself against the dildo and the soft, warm, something, panting hard, sweating harder, oblivious to everything except my own lewd pleasures. The dildo sliding in and out of my sopping pussy felt delicious, sending me into a frenzy over and over again as … it …<em>aaahhh!! YES!!! AAHHH!!!</em><br/><br/>Each orgasm was better than the last!<br/><br/>A hard slap across the face –<strong><em>crraacck!!</em></strong>knocked me out of my blissfully decadent reverie. With my face stinging, I looked up, only to see the face of Master Randall, smiling at me with that awful smile of his. I realized that I’d been drooling … and that he’d been watching me fuck myself senseless with rapt attention. I let out a pathetic little whimper, and slowed down my bucking, fucking hips … but I didn’t stop. I<em>couldn’t.</em>That dildo felt way too good inside me, and …<br/><br/>… then Master Randall begin stroking one of my breasts again, with those long, lovely exquisite strokes of his fingers.<br/><br/>“Ohhh, ohhh,<em>yesss</em>…” I hissed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Master Randall, but as he milked me with such firm, tender strokes, my body shuddered and I came again. My breasts were as much as source of my wicked little pleasures as my cunt, it seemed, and when he finished filling his glass and took his hand away, I whined. I wanted him to keep stroking my breasts, keep playing with them, keep making them feel good …<br/><br/>But I forgot about that, after a bit. The soft, warm something that kept fucking itself against me had picked up its pace, enough so that it was starting to slam the dildo into my ever-hungry pussy with harder and harder thrusts. I eagerly slapped my ass back against it, stuffing myself full of pleasure and cumming again with a loud cry. I didn’t even notice Masters Randall and Anthony leaving, until they came back to pull us apart.<br/><br/>Deep down, I knew that my soft, warm something was Mimi. So you would’ve thought I would’ve been glad to have our little fuck session end. But the truth … well, when Master Randall tried pulling me away from Mimi, I let out a frustrated scream.<br/><br/>“No, no,<em>no</em>…” I groaned. I’d been so close to another delicious cum, right on the edge of it … and then Master Randall turned me around so I could look into Mimi’s face. Mimi, my best friend, as much a victim as me … her face dripping with sweat and drool, just like mine. Her eyes glazed over with that need to be wantonly fucked, just like mine. And that wonderfully big, thick, green dildo, just inches from both our faces, messily coated with the efforts of our frenzied fucking.<br/><br/>I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or die. Or something.<br/><br/>But Master Anthony knew exactly what he wanted me to say.<br/><br/><em><strong>"You two reminisce, Candy.  In English.  And tell our pretty Mimi how much you enjoyed fucking her."</strong></em><br/><br/>“I … I …” Oh god. I couldn’t even look at her. But somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to lie.<br/><br/>“I … I, I l luh, loved it,” I stammered tearfully. Oh god. “I di, di, didn’t want to s,s,top, it felt so good, I<em>need</em>it, please, I need it … Mimi, I’m so sorry …”<br/><br/>I hated myself. So much.<br/><br/>Blubbing hysterically, I barely noticed Master Randall moving behind Mimi – or Master Anthony moving behind me. I yelped in surprise as Master Anthony began fingering the wet lips of my sex … and then, found myself desperately backing up against him, trying to push his fingers inside me. But Master Anthony moved his fingers away … and then, I felt something get pushed inside my rectum.<br/><br/>And something hot began to flood inside of it.<br/><br/>“AAHH!! Oh no, please<em>stop!</em>” I whined. I knew immediately what it was – I’d never gotten an enema before being converted, but while I was at the Club, I’d gotten several. Presumably to clean out my insides, so men could get more enjoyment from fucking my ass … and knowing that made me all sorts of terrified and excited at the same time.  Getting fucked in the ass was a pleasure I was – unfortunately – growing to enjoy, but it still hurt, and it still scared me.<br/><br/>And while I’d found a guilty pleasure in enemas at the Club – there was something, well, sensual about them – they’d all be administered at the Club with lukewarm water. Master Anthony had chosen instead to fill my bottom with hot water, so as my tummy began to swell and my insides began to feel full, the tingly hot water felt very weird, and very uncomfortable. I whined, louder this time, trying hard to hold it in as he asked.<br/><br/>But I wasn’t very good at holding them in. At the Club, I’d been whipped twice for not holding in my enemas as long as I was supposed to … and I’d had my nose rubbed in the mess that’d flooded out of me as well for being a bad dog. With the hot water, I didn’t think I was going to last long …<br/><br/>“I’m sorry,” I began to whisper, crying again, “I don’t know if I can hold it, don’t be mad, I’m trying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry …”<br/><br/>My face turned bright red from humiliation and embarrassment. I found myself holding my breath, as I clenched my bottom and did my best not to leak … or simply just explode all over the floor in a filthy mess.