CHAPTER NINE
Hamilton ranted on, looking more insane by the minute. Sue was sorry she had ever started up with him. She should have been a better judge of human nature. She knew that he wasn't quite all there. Added to this, she barely even knew him, aside from having fucked him a couple of times in the office.
Hamilton regarded his captive with furious rage. He wanted to punish her, wanted to teach her a lesson for meddling in his affairs. Spanking would be too good for this bitch. He had to do something that would teach her who was boss once and for all. He rummaged about the room, looking for something to fire his imagination. As he stormed about, opening and shutting drawers, he came upon an unused enema bottle, from the time he had been constipated. As soon as he saw the ugly thing, he was brilliantly inspired. He seized the plastic bottle, and held it up to the light. It was one of those little Fleet enema bottles. It was a small plastic squeeze bottle, with a long plastic nozzle attached. It was even wrapped in sanitary foil. He ripped off the covering, and held the bottle right in front of Sue Carson.
'See this? Do you know what this is?' he said horribly, trying his best to imitate Peter Loire, although not doing a very good job of it.
'Mmmggghhh!' screamed Sue, through her bitter tasting gag. This was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to her. Hamilton had to be out of his mind!
Hamilton inspected Sue Carson's exposed, protruding vagina. He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, the pussy that was artificially protuberant because of the unnatural position she found herself in. Her cunt was moist, red, and hairy, just the way he liked them. She had lusciously long legs, and the way they were tied enhanced the smooth musculature of her slim thighs. For a second, he played with her cunt, then he jammed the nozzle of the enema tube into her gash. Sue screamed and writhed. Hamilton chuckled, then he withdrew the nozzle and let the tip rest lightly against her ass. The puckered asshole twitched with fear. Sue did her best to keep the thing out of her rear. She clenched her muscles as tight as she could make them, but it still did not good. Slowly and surely, like Horatio Alger, Hamilton fed the long plastic tube up Sue Carson's defenseless asshole.
Sue felt completely humiliated. She was ashamed of herself. How had she gotten herself into this ignonomous position? She felt like an idiot, like something out of a bad movie.
Hamilton leaned in closely, peering right up Sue Carson's ass. The nozzle was all the way up her rear, and she was squirming less and less with each passing second. Wow, quickly thought Sue, Hamilton's latent misobynism is really showing through.
She took her humiliation quietly, as Hamilton squirted the entire pint of fluid right up her ass. She tensed all her muscles, then she relaxed. It felt very relaxing. She was transported back to her youth, when she had gotten an enema from her family doctor. Her stomach was now distended, as Hamilton squeezed in the full pint of the salty fluid. She started to writhe again. Her intestines were churning. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom right this second, or she would shit all over the floor. Her entire body twitched with panic.
'How do you like that?' guffawed Hamilton, 'Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, hey?'
Susan would have screamed, but her mouth was too full of the wet rag. She was getting terribly uncomfortable. The warm fluid in her ass was starting to build up pressure. She had to shit, and fast. Surely Hamilton didn't intend to… to… Suddenly Sue went wild. She strained against the ropes, bucking and jerking for all she was worth. It was hard enough to keep the fluid in her ass, but now she was faced with the spectre of Hamilton Burns, staring right at her and making the most deranged faces she had ever seen. Not only that, but he went over to the sink and started to refill the enema bottle, with warm, soapy water!
'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
