The Enema
It was one of the rooms inside the prison.
Whether it counted as a facility or not, there was no door to lock anyone in the way a cell would.
And yet.
The moment I stepped through the entrance, I had no choice but to swallow hard.
Ugly chains hung from the ceiling. Tiles that called to mind an old shower room. And, finally, the other inmates lined up and restrained in one corner, screaming.
"Ah… th-that’s enough… please… ugh…! Hic… kyaaugh…!"
"Uwah… haah…! It hurts…! It hurts!! Uwah… ugyaah…!! Ugh!"
"Please stop already… take it out…!!"
They were all held in the same posture.
Both wrists, locked in cuffs, were connected by chains to the ceiling; because the chains pulled from behind their backs, their bodies were forced to lean forward.
The pull was so severe they had to stand on tiptoe.
It was the torture position known as strappado.
But the agony they were in did not come from the punishing posture alone.
At first I did not understand why, until I saw the other guard standing in front of them.
"Asmode. You’re still at it?"
"Oh my. Leviathan~ Mm. Has that much time already passed? Heheh."
A woman…?
Yesterday I had met Marmon and Leviathan.
The third guard after them was a woman.
The one called Asmode.
Dressed in a leather uniform, she had a gentle face.
If I had met her out in society I would have wondered whether she was a celebrity; she possessed that kind of figure and voice.
Her long red hair, especially, gave her an air of haughty elegance.
"Fufu. There’s a face I haven’t seen before? Leviathan. What’s her number?"
"Ah. She came in yesterday. A713. I’ll fill you in properly at the meeting later."
She walked up to me and fixed her gaze on mine.
Her voice was full of playful mischief, yet the simple fact that she was a guard and I was an inmate made me shrink; I lowered my head and avoided her eyes.
"Hmm~ All right~ She’s cute~ And her chest is bigger than mine~ Fufu. Nice. Nice~"
I had never even imagined there would be female guards.
Waltz Production videos always focused on the inmates, so scenes that actually showed the guards were rare.
Because of that I had assumed every guard would be a man…
Suddenly facing a guard of the same sex left me strangely tense.
"Leviathan. The other side’s free, so hurry up and get started~ I want to see that cute face suffer~ Heheh."
"You finish up first. Keep going and those ones will all rupture their intestines."
"It’s fine~ An enema this size won’t kill them~ And it’s only been thirty minutes!"
"Haa~ Honestly, I just feel sorry for the inmates under your charge."
"Heh~ You think you’re any different? Your nickname is—"
"Shut up. Do your own job. We’re short on time."
"Tch. Fine."
Their private conversation.
From the perspective of workplace colleagues it was light banter, yet once I heard every word of it I could not help feeling afraid.
What did she just say?
Enema…?
Suddenly I remembered the question I had asked Leviathan the day before.
When I had asked about the toilet, he had told me I would find out the next day.
That meant he would show me today.
And the answer was the enema waiting right in front of me.
"Everyone to your places."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"…Yes."
The order fell, and A522 and A711 moved to the empty wall on the opposite side.
They took their positions beneath the chains that hung from the ceiling.
I lined up beside them the same way.
I was terrified, but there was no escaping it.
Regardless of how I trembled, the additional restraints continued.
— Click. Clank. Clatter.
Without a word Leviathan approached A522 and fastened the end of a chain to the ring on her cuffs.
The cuffs themselves were locked so that escape was impossible.
Then he pulled the chain connected to the ceiling, and A522’s wrists rose higher and higher toward the roof.
"Euk…!"
When her shoulders reached their limit she was forced to bend her upper body forward.
Yet Leviathan’s hands never stopped pulling.
Only when A522’s heels left the floor and her entire weight hung from the cuffs and the chain did he finally stop.
Under the creaking tension of the chain, A522 bit her lip and breathed hard.
"Next. Stand properly."
"Yes."
A711’s turn followed.
She was bound in the same posture as A522 and hung her head, holding her breath.
"A713. You saw the others, right?"
"…Yes."
"Stand properly."
Last came my turn.
The chain was fastened to the cuffs locking my hands, and little by little it began to pull.
With both hands gathered behind my back and drawn toward the ceiling, my shoulders creaked.
"Ugh… uuugh…!"
Unlike the two inmates who had endured well, muscles I never used were being stretched; a moan slipped out on its own.
Even though my face twisted and the sound escaped, Leviathan did not stop pulling the chain.
He only stopped once both my heels had left the floor and my weight had tipped so far forward I was nearly falling on my face.
"Haugh…!"
I had to support my entire body on nothing but the tips of my toes and my wrists…
I had always liked bondage and had even joined clubs for it, yet this kind of restraint built purely on pain was a first for me.
"There. Relax. That’s it. Good."
"Ah… ahhk… ugh…!"
While I was still struggling under the cruel restraint, I heard Leviathan’s voice and A522’s beside me.
The posture was already hard enough, but what was about to happen to me as well made me carefully look that way… and I saw Leviathan lift something like a shower head from the wall and push it into A522’s ass.
A522, who until now had handled everything with practiced ease, made a pained sound and her face contorted.
"One liter again today. Next. A711. Relax."
"Yes…! Ugh… aaa… uwaa…!"
The same happened to A711.
Something like a shower head was forced between her cheeks as well, and she immediately let out a suffering moan.
"All right, A713. Your turn. I’m going to insert the enema nozzle, so relax your ass."
"Yes!… Ah…!"
Last was me.
Leviathan came up behind me, hiked the hem of my prison skirt all the way to my waist, and pushed a foreign object between my exposed cheeks.
The same thing the other two had received.
The enema nozzle he had mentioned.
It forced my tender anus open and invaded my body, slowly pushing fluid inside me.
"Ah…! Ahhk…!! St-stop!! Ah…!"
At first it was only cold liquid.
But within seconds I realized the enema fluid was no ordinary substance.
Could it be Stimulation Spores…?
The suspicion rose because the moment the fluid entered me it poured heat into my organs.
As if I were burning from the inside.
The searing sensation filled me from the base of my spine through my lower belly and deep into my guts, so vivid I could feel every flow of the liquid.
Pain and pleasure arrived together.
Even though this was the first time anything had been shoved into me from the outside of my anus, it felt exactly as if a dildo thickly coated in aphrodisiac had been forced into me.
I had never even experienced that, yet no other description came to mind.
"I’m going to put the plugs in now. Twenty minutes from this moment. If you endure without begging, I’ll take them out right away. But if anyone says ‘stop’ or ‘forgive me’ or anything like that, five minutes get added for everyone. Understood?"
"Uugh… Yes!"
"Under… stood. Hnngh…!"
"…Yes! Uhhk… uwaa… ahhhk…! Ugh…!"
With that, Leviathan pulled the nozzle from A522 first and pushed a small plug into her stretched anus.
Because the thick nozzle had just left, the plug slipped right in.
If anything, it was small enough that I worried it might fall out if she didn’t clench.
That worry was groundless.
"Ahhk…! Too… too big…!! Uugh…!"
The plug must have been made of some special material; the instant it entered it began to swell.
As if it were absorbing liquid and growing.
In less than a minute I felt a pain as though my anus were being torn open.
The inflated anal plug stretched me to the absolute limit and sealed every gap so the enema fluid could not escape.
"Hhk… euk…! Ah…! It hurts. Euk…! Ugh…!"
At the same time a vicious pain seized me.
My belly hurt.
The enema fluid that had entered my body seemed to have no limit; it stirred the walls of my intestines like tentacles.
The sensation of the fluid slowly invading me brought heat and shame along with it.
This experience.
How far into the abyss did they mean to drop us?
I had thought of Waltz Production’s program as merely an intensified version of SM play, yet just as their slogan promised to strip away human rights, it began by destroying an inmate’s very humanity.
Being forced to show my naked body to strangers for the first time in my life was already too much; having my ass bared and my filthiest place invaded could only be described as utter violation.
And more.
The pain being inflicted right now and the inhuman treatment.
They carried a vicious thoroughness that made me feel, far faster and more completely than I had ever imagined, that my human rights had already been taken away.
"Kkeugh…! Uugh…! Ha… uuuh…!"
"Ueut…! Haa. Uuuugh…! Ugh!"
"Kyaugh…! Eut…! Haugh…!"
The room filled with the moans of the three of us.
When I lifted my head through the alien sensation, the other inmates who had been suffering before us were already gone.
How much time had passed?
How many minutes?
The stomach pain and the heat spreading through my entire body clouded my mind.
Above all.
It was simply too hard and too agonizing.
The enema fluid brought a fierce urge to defecate, and the inescapable future was filled with shame.
To escape the pain the plug had to come out.
No matter how hard I clenched my sphincter, the plug would not budge.
And yet, looked at another way…
The plug was the last thing protecting my humanity.
In front of other people.
With my ass bare like this.
The thought of having to pour out something filthy… was too humiliating, too shameful.
I had seen scenes like this in SM videos from time to time and always sworn I would never do that kind of play even if I died.
That was why the situation now was so hard to accept.
This…
I never knew they would go this far.
…No. Wait a second.
Maybe… if I endure, they’ll send me to the toilet?
I didn’t know how the previous group had been handled, but no filthy discharge remained in the space they had occupied.
I had been too busy with my own suffering to listen carefully, yet if they had released it here I would certainly have heard it, and my attention would have been drawn that way.
But that had not happened.
A faint hope rose.
Yes, endure.
If I endure… they’ll let me go to the toilet.
Yes. That must be it.
Look—there’s no smell right now. So. So…
"Haugh… uugh…!"
Let’s endure.
…That was what I thought.
To protect the last shred of my humanity, I would absolutely endure.
And at the end I would walk to the toilet and empty everything inside me.
But before long the resolution vanished,
and my heart broke.
"Ten minutes."
"Haut… euk…! Uuuh…"
"Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa. Euk… haa. Eut…!"
"Euk… haugh…!! Aaaaah!! Euk…! Uwaaaah…!"
It had taken only about ten minutes to reach that state.
I was at my limit.
Even inside the cold prison, sweat poured endlessly from my forehead until my entire face was as wet as if I had been doused with water.
And both my legs trembled without rest.
Pain and agony. And the body that had been holding on with nothing but my big toes was slowly collapsing.
My cuffed hands clenched the chains tightly, expressing the torment.
Humanity?
Fuck that!
From some point on, all I wanted in my heart was for this time to end.
I had no choice.
Because the pain right now.
This agony.
Was beyond anything words or expressions could convey.
If they would just free me here, I felt I could abandon every scrap of humanity and lick even Leviathan’s asshole.
It hurt that much.
It was that hard.
The plea to please let me go rose all the way to my throat.
But instinct told me.
If I spoke those words, the moment of release would only grow farther away.
That last shred of reason held me back.
If it had not, I would have gone wild and screamed.
"Eup…! Haugh…!! Uugh…"
"Kk… uuu… uhhp…!"
"Kyaugh… uuuuh… eudeuk… uwaa… aeuugh…!"
The one small mercy was that they had not forbidden moaning.
If they had stopped even that… I clearly would not have been able to hold on.
Well… even if I had failed to hold on, nothing would have changed…
"Hm. Time’s up. I’ll pull the plugs out, so shit right away."
Fortunately there was no extension.
Our postures had collapsed and our minds were hazy, yet at the words that the plugs would come out all three of us lifted our heads at once.
Now. Now I’m free.
Please.
Please let my turn come quickly.
Please…!
"Pulling it out."
"Yes!! Yes!! Hurry…!"
It must have been that unbearable.
Even A522 shouted and urged Leviathan on.
Then the plug came free.
— Pop! Thud.
"Kyaugh…!! Aaaa!! Haut♡ Kyaang!"
A strange sound rang out.
At the same time A522 let out a lewd moan in a bizarre voice.
She had only expelled something filthy.
Why was she reacting like that?
Did A522 have some peculiar fetish?
But then—
— Pop! Thud.
"Kyauuuuu…!! Heut♡ Hi… hiiieut…!"
A711’s reaction was not much different.
What on earth…
But right now escaping the present agony mattered more than curiosity.
Next was my turn.
I raised my hips high so Leviathan could pull the plug out easily.
"Heh heh. Impatient, are we? Well. You held out well for a first day. I’ll take it out."
Hurry! Please just pull it out.
Stop the useless talk and pull it out already!!
The ritual continued.
The moment Leviathan’s hand touched the plug, I felt through my sphincter that the plug itself seemed to shrink a little.
Then it came free with a light pop.
— Pop!
Yes. Up to here… ah. That feels good.
Should I call it a sense of liberation?
A refreshing feeling soaked through me.
And then the expulsion that followed.
— Thud.
Normally an enema meant spraying out filthy liquid, yet what came out of my anus now was a long, solid mass.
It did not even smell foul; a soft, blue, pudding-like substance, as if it had been sterilized, pushed out between my cheeks.
And the sensation that followed…
"Kyaaaaaaang!!♡ What is thissss! Ahhut ♡ Kyaeut…!"
Was orgasm.