CANDY<br/><br/>I watched as Master Randall played with Mimi, filling up her behind with bulb after bulb of hot water … and I watched with a certain amount of envy. The lewd, blissful smile on Mimi’s face told me how much she loved the enemas, and that for her, they were almost as good as a cock in the ass. I found a certain amount of pleasure in them – the enemas, and the assfuckings – but I could tell that Mimi had much more experience with them, and enjoyed them far more than I did. For me, there was still a certain amount of uncomfortable pain from having my ass invaded, and I hadn’t quite managed to associate the pleasure and the pain together. Clearly, Mimi had.<br/><br/>I nodded, as Mimi wished me luck. “You do the saaAAAHHH!!” I tried to say, but then I found Master Anthony grabbing at my legs, yanking me back towards him. I squealed as another nozzle found its way into my rectum, and more unbearable hot liquid poured into my insides. The pleasure from the enemas was mounting, but so was the agony – as the sloshing heat welled further and further inside me, I felt my insides start to cramp violently. I also felt Master Anthony’s fingers parting my sex as he filled me to my breaking point – first one finger shunted itself into my slippery folds, then another, and I found myself mewling and whining as I started fucking myself against his hand.<br/><br/>“Ohhh … ohh, I want … I need …” His hand pleasuring me brought all sorts of wicked thoughts into my head. I wanted his cock in my ass, not the unbearably hot water … I wanted Master Randall’s cock inside me too … I wanted both of them, in both my holes, at the same time, filling me with their delicious cum, with Mimi cleaning me with her mouth after they left their messy spend inside me …<br/><br/>More tears ran down my face. I couldn’t tell if they were tears of sorrow, or joy. Maybe both.<br/><br/>My flat tummy had swelled to obscene proportions … or at least it felt that way. It was hard as a rock, and I could feel the swelling curve growing ever larger and outward, even as the hot water splashed relentlessly around my insides. I was sure there was some trick to properly keeping it inside, but I didn’t know it, and the cramps were growing worse and worse …<br/><br/>… and then I felt it. The sense that I couldn’t hold it anymore.<br/><br/><em>Any of it.</em><br/><br/>As good as Master Anthony’s fingers felt on my needy pussy, I suddenly bolted away from him, scrabbling along on my hands and knees, desperate to find a bathroom. My insides were about to explode, and I knew if I voided myself all over their carpet, I’d be whipped within an inch of my life, or subjected to some fould perversion a million times worse than I could ever imagine …<br/><br/>“I can’t hold it,” I babbled frantically, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t …”<br/><br/>I found myself in the kitchen. Pristine, glistening, immaculate … and with a beautiful tiled floor. I still couldn’t see a bathroom … and I felt my bowels start to give.<br/><br/>“I’M SORRY!” I cried out, as what felt like gallons of water to me began spewing forth from my stretched and battered insides. The sweet relief of voiding myself felt absolutely wonderful … and humiliating. I felt the water rushing out, pouring all over my thighs and the backs of my legs, and the floor, and sighed … and immediately cowered, expecting punishment. Desperately, I looked around for something to clean up the mess I’d just made.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whispered fearfully as I darted around the kitchen, “I’ll clean it up, I’ll be good, I won’t do it again …” The thought that I’d lost to Mimi hadn’t even entered my mind. I was more worried about disappointing Masters Randall and Anthony.