“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I will go nice and slow, but you are going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly began to expand and cramping attacked my lower region.
“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I would be mortified if I had a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that was what my body was threatening to do if I didn’t run to the toilet that sat off in the corner in its small little compartment of a room.
“No. You have to take it all before you are allowed up.” Knox held the nozzle firmly in my hole, and placed his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “Please. You don’t understand.” I didn’t want to tell them that I had to go bad, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Esme,” Knox warned. “Listen to me.”
The cramping intensified, and I felt as if I would explode at any second. Sweat began to coat my skin. “Daddy! I…” I clenched my anus as tight as I could to hold it back. The action only reminded me that something foreign was inside of me. “I can’t,” I whined.
“Do you want Daddy to distract you?” he asked.
I nodded and just whimpered in response.
Knox reached around and gently massaged my extended belly, which did seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stopped, he sat back and ran his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then left the taboo spot and dipped down to my sex. When he touched me, I realized I was dripping wet.
“Ahhh, my shattered sparrow is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his fingertip around my clit and then dipped down to the folds of my pussy, collecting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.
The one thing I had to admit as I moaned in both agony and pleasure was Knox had successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I wasn’t comfortable, but at least I wasn’t in a panic that I would expel waste all over the place while Gage filmed it.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Knox praised as he stopped playing with my clit and patted my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes…” I moaned. A sharp slap to my ass had me quickly saying, “Yes, Daddy.”
Would they make me use the toilet on camera as well? I didn’t want to, but at this stage, I didn’t care what it would take to be able to relieve the immense pressure. The control it took to hold it all in made my legs quiver.
“All right, sparrow. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”
I nodded and moaned loudly as waves of cramps attacked, one after another.
“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. Welcome to the manor. You have a long way to go but you just earned yourself three more credits.”
He patted my behind softly before he very slowly eased the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I would go right then and there. I cried out in fear of having an accident in front of them. Clenching tightly, which only made the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow managed to run to the small room that only held a toilet and closed the door behind me.
Was this all worth the amount of credits actually earned?
How much more of this could I endure?
How long would this take? How many days to earn these credits?
Penance was owed, and I clearly would be paying in the most wicked ways imaginable. My sinful sentence had begun. I was now a resident of the manor, and I had my own Monster of Mercy to assist me in paying my debt.