Absolute Power-5. The Long-Awaited Relief.

Dasha writhed on the floor, her legs, clad in red fishnet stockings, kicking against it; her hands were clutching a hairy male calf. She was still lying on her back, but Baldie decided to play with her differently. The toes of his left foot were either pressing or holding the plug in her ass to prevent it from popping out, while his other foot pressed down on the poor girl's water-filled belly. She couldn't take any more of this and thrashed about on the floor, squealing in pain.

— I'm going to burst, stop, I beg you! Aaaah!

The tormentor removed his feet from the girl, and she curled up into a ball, grabbing her lower abdomen and sobbing. The Master quickly appeared at the epicenter. He showed something familiar

to Baldie and gave Dasha some time to calm down, after which he picked her up in his strong arms.

— Poor thing, they almost broke you!" he said with a hint of even care. The girl, curled up in a ball from the pain, didn't react at all, continuing to choke on her screams. The Master carried her to our wet area, where he laid her on her left side near one of the drains. Turning on the hose, he directed the stream at Dasha's ass, bent down, and sharply pulled the stopper from the plug. New screams echoed in the hall, but now it was pain mixed with relief. A fountain of light-brown liquid shot out of Dasha for about a meter and a half. She was expelling everything extra that was begging to come out, paying no attention to the specific smell. The Master washed it all down the drain with the stream, while she rolled around on the pool floor for a couple of minutes, pressing on her stomach and expelling new portions. My thousand knives in my lower abdomen stabbed even harder (holy shit, how much did they pump into us!), watching the flushed and trembling Dasha, who had finally gotten relief, albeit at such a high price. Vika and I let out long, quiet moans; our intestines also wanted freedom from the bursting pressure. But over the next few minutes, we no longer envied our colleague number 1.

The Master grabbed her by the hair, with his other hand twisted her arms behind her back, pressing her against the bench, and while the water was flowing into her, he delivered a mini-lecture.

— Didn't I tell you and the others that you are now bitches who shouldn't initiate conversation with anyone on your own? Why has a human voice started coming from this bitch? Were you asked about what you feel or to share your overflowing emotions? I don't think so. So why did you open your fucking mouth? When it hurts, a bitch can whimper, squeal, and even moan — I'm feeling kind today, I'm even leniently not punishing these ones for moaning" — he turned Dasha's face towards us, and I realized that Vika and I were already involuntarily moaning from the water tearing us apart.

— But you spoke, and you're even flailing your hands — preventing me from fully enjoying you... And what did you achieve? You lost the challenge — one. You pissed me off — two. I can't just leave it like that, can I, or you'll all get completely out of hand? But the main thing: the master is dissatisfied, he didn't get to finish playing with the bitch. So, this will be a lesson for you and the others: your new enema contains hot pepper extract — soon you'll start feeling a slight warming effect. And when you get rid of it will be decided by the master, whom you let down. Until he forgives you, you'll be crawling around here with a fiery ass. And if I hear even one more word from you or see you flailing your hands again, I'll educate you as befits a stupid, unteachable, aggressive dog — I'll tie you to a post outside and whip you so that your intestinal pains will seem like little pinpricks. Is that clear?!

As he spoke, the panic in her eyes grew, so to bring her back to her senses, he finished with a ringing slap. She looked at him fearfully but remained silent, breathing heavily.

— If it's clear, bark once" — a second slap landed on her other cheek.

— Woof" — escaped her mouth after a brief hesitation when the Master raised his hand again.

The enema ended, and disconnecting the hose from the plug, he picked up the stick.

— Now crawl to your master and beg him to forgive you." Dasha crawled towards the exit of the pool, but then a strong blow slammed into her buttocks. "Faster, come on, I don't see any desire!" She jerked to cover her ass with her hand, but a new blow knocked a cry of pain out of her.

She, apparently remembering their first meeting, began licking his leg, the one that had caused her such suffering. The Master raised his hand to strike Dasha again, but Baldie raised his hand, stopping him, and said to her:

— Good girl, Curly. Suck on them!" — he extended the middle and index fingers of his left hand to her, and she took them in her mouth and began sucking. He watched this with satisfaction, and the Master, apparently pleased with the result from his charge, suddenly turned his gaze to us.

— And what about you, sluts, like you're in an auditorium? What did I tell you about posture during free time?!

All this time since Dasha spoke up, we really hadn't been occupied, because instead of throwing balls at us, everyone got distracted by this performance. I found myself sitting on my knees and holding my lower abdomen — in a hunched position, it was a bit easier. I jerked to at least put my hands behind my back, but it was too late for regrets.

— Looks like you'll have to learn another command — 'asses'. This means I need good access to your ass so I can punish it. Heads to the floor, legs together, and hug yourselves under the knees!

We quickly assumed the position, not wanting to anger him further. The change in body position was accompanied by gurgling and redistribution of fluid, which opened up new pain centers inside me.

The Master didn't drag it out. First, my right side burned, then my left — the new sharp pain even distracted me a bit from the fullness, but it still tore two screams out of me. From two of Vika's sobs, I understood we got it equally. I already braced myself for the continuation of the spanking, but then he shoved his fingers into my vagina and began bending them, pressing against the front wall. Fuck, I'd rather he hit me with the stick! Through my pussy, he was pressing on the intestine, which from such massage started moving, causing a sharp, cutting pain throughout my abdomen. I screamed at the top of my lungs from such torture, not thinking about the consequences. If not for the example of Dasha, who broke under similar manipulations, I would have begged him to stop. But that was punished even worse, so I just screamed in a duet with Vika. After a while, I remembered his words about how we could, and clenching my teeth, I whimpered like a dog that hadn't been walked all day and really wanted to go outside. I had never in my life wanted to relieve myself as much as in that minute, so for that, I was ready for anything. The fingers inside me froze, and I whimpered even harder. The Master pulled out of me and, lightly patting my clitoris, said loudly to drown out Vika's incessant scream.

— Number 3, it seems blondes really are dumber. Your friend has already figured out how to ask, and you're here straining your lungs." She screamed a bit more, not immediately understanding the hint, but then switched to whining. "That's more like it! Want to finish the challenge?" We whimpered twice as intensely.

— Bark if you want to shit yourself!" I barked, although the wording of the question was terribly humiliating. Could I ever have imagined I'd have to do this? Not even a couple of hours ago.

— Gentlemen, they're already on the home stretch — let's determine the winner! Bitches, quickly, to the bench!" We didn't need persuading, and we hurriedly shuffled into the pool, where we lay chest-down on the bench.

The Master followed and pulled us up by the collars "Climb onto it, 'inspection' position!" We somehow managed this order too, but understood it differently: I stood with my back to the sofas, to at least not see the witnesses to my shame; Vika turned the opposite way.

— Hey, that won't do, we have an honest competition," said the Master.

— Gentlemen, do we want to watch fountains from their holes?" — the tip of the stick touched the plug in my ass on these words. "Or are we more interested in their cute little faces?

The cute little faces were flushed, tear-stained, contorted faces. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming, fearing additional sanctions. But this option got the most approval from the perverts, and I had to turn around. We stood side by side, sometimes touching each other with our spread knees.

— And here's the finale! Now I'll remove the plugs, and our contestants can only hope for the strength of their hole. The winner gets 3 points, and the loser only gets one.

Then he came and stood between us so both could hear. "Don't you dare shit yourselves right away, I need a show from you. If there's no show, I'll get upset and come up with another show, even scarier. So, clench your hole until the end, in the end, this patience might buy you a couple of years of life."

To release something from the anus, you need to relax it, but in our position, relaxing meant losing, because everything would immediately gush out. The exit of the plug through the clenched anus was incredibly painful, and if I hadn't been held by the hair, I would have fallen to the floor from the pain piercing all my insides. Following the plug, a bit of intestinal contents spilled out, and despite the temptation to relax and let everything flow, I tensed all my pelvic floor muscles to stop the stream (not in vain had I trained them with Kegel exercises to stay toned). We were still sobbing when the Master approached from the front.

— Enough already, in this position your mouths are closed — here, this will help" — he smirked and put the plugs taken from our asses into our mouths. I bit down on the bitterish latex and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to endure. "But open your eyes, you can just watch your friend — an instructive sight, by the way.

All this time, Dasha's moans and some strange sounds were heard in the background, but we had no time for her. We still had no time for her, but they were amusing themselves with her near the sofas right in front of our eyes, so we had to watch. While the main mass of sadists watched us with curiosity, Baldie and his sofa neighbor (a short man of Caucasian appearance, around 50) were busy with Dasha, sprawled on one of the sofas. They had already had enough of finger-sucking, and she, kneeling between them, greedily, like a vacuum cleaner, took turns sucking their cocks sticking out of their open robes. 20-30 seconds with one, then she was pulled away by the hair from the process, and she immediately moved to the second. The procedure repeated several times, but she did it with unflagging zeal, the reason for which was not obvious to me. Moreover, when one of the tormentors took her off his cock, and the second grabbed her by the hair and didn't let her near his, she whimpered, sticking out her tongue, clearly begging for continuation.

— She's so greedy for cocks!" someone from the company said to Baldie.

— I just told Curly that I'd let her relieve herself when I come... Only I don't want to come yet," he laughed. "Burning in your ass, sweetie? Well, never mind, another half hour, and we'll let you go to your girlfriends." The unfortunate girl already howled out loud, begging for the cock that was the key to freedom from the pain tearing her apart from inside.

Baldie's companion impaled her on his cock, and while she slurped, Baldie seemed to have thought of something else.

— Friend, are you planning to come?" he addressed his partner. Instead of answering, the man groaned loudly and thrust Dasha's head onto himself. She convulsed and wheezed for about half a minute until he leaned back on the sofa, releasing her hair. She coughed up saliva and semen at his feet. Someone threw her the Snow Maiden dress, which she used to wipe the floor behind her, and then Baldie pulled her towards us to the edge of the pool, grabbing a short crop from the sofa.

He placed her on the edge with her back to us and commanded "holes." When she somehow spread her legs, he thrust his erect cock into her throat several times in a businesslike manner (her holes convulsively clenched with each entry), and then "delighted" her:

— You can end your torment right now. If you bark now, I'll hit your clitoris with the crop a couple of times and then pull out the plug. Or if you're against it, I'll work your little throat for the next half hour.

It was a choice without a choice, and after a few seconds, a suffering "Wooof!" rang out.

— Freeze, bitch, or it'll be 10 strikes now!" Baldie shouted.

The frightened girl froze (what it cost her!), and the next precise flick hit right on the exposed clitoris. Vika and I saw it, and everyone else heard Dasha's loud scream. Losing her balance, she removed her hands from her ass and grabbed the executioner's legs. I also saw a thin stream run down her thighs — from the pain, she involuntarily pissed herself. Baldie grabbed the plug and, keeping his promise, pulled the stopper from his victim's ass, making her scream even more.

When I saw this process, I also released a small portion from myself, but by squeezing my eyes shut until I saw sparks, I managed to clench. But Vika, upon the first stream hitting her, jerked a bit and began to lose her balance. To avoid falling, she tensed her abs hard, and this triggered a chain reaction: some fluid shot out of her, then more, and completely losing her footing, she fell to her knees and began uncontrollably pouring out under herself. She howled, either from relief or from resentment, but I still couldn't believe my victory. Even when her warm fluid, spreading over the bench, sloshed under my feet, I still first found the Master with my eyes, who announced to the audience that bitch number 2 had won this challenge, and only then, before he could think of something else, began to relieve myself. I shot powerful volleys onto my legs, then leaned on my hands in front of me and continued. Such a long enema had completely flushed out my intestines, so besides water, sometimes solid pieces of you-know-what flew out, and although my ass burned from such pressure, I didn't stop. The whole world disappeared for me at that moment, and I paid no attention to the obscene comments from the audience or the aromas spreading from me, Vika, and Dasha. For several minutes, I enjoyed the relief and even forgot a bit where I was. I came to my senses only when the Master commanded us "inspection" and began hosing us down with cool water. He hosed us from all sides, making us clean and bringing us to our senses simultaneously. Next to me on the bench, he placed Dasha, whose chin was covered in thick drool and not only that. Her Master not only washed her and her face but also inserted the hose into her ass a couple more times, but she didn't protest much, as it soothed the burning inside her.

Finishing the water procedures, the Master announced:

— Gentlemen, only the first game is over! I suggest, as per tradition: between the first and second, a short intermission!

I internally braced myself and prepared for anything...

To be continued.

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