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Feeding time
The cell was soundproof. The only indication that anyone was at the door was when it slid open. Three intimidating looking men walked in. Wordlessly the men freed Carl from the bondage bed, grabbed him by his arms and pulled him up. After he was being forced to his feet, his wrists were handcuffed behind his back. Carl was more carried than walked out of the cell, down a hallway to the known elevator. Again it led two floors downwards. Carl thought of the “gym” that he had been in earlier, and momentarily panic made it hard for him to breathe. But they walked past the room.
The guards brought Carl down the corridor to another room which was obviously a kitchen. On the stove something was cooking in a pot. In the middle of the tiled windowless room was a heavy chair bolted to the floor. It looked like a kind of dentist’s chair with armrests and a padded headrest. There were heavy straps for the arms and the feet. The guards dragged Carl to this chair, in which he was firmly secured: His wrists to each of the armrests and the ankles in special foot straps. Then a broad padded belt was fixed around his chest and upper arms. When he was tied down the guards left the room and shut the door.
After around ten minutes Carl heard the well-known sound of the heels. The door went open and Lady Mercedes and Lady Dana came in. They said nothing at first. Lady Mercedes went to the stove and gleefully stirred in the pot. Both wore long white latex aprons with cooking symbols over their blouses, tight blue jeans and shiny black high-heeled knee boots. Their dark hair tied back to a pigtail and a nice strong make-up with dark eyes and bright red lipstick on. Carl shuddered.
“You have Lady Dana to thank for your gourmet meal. She had diarrhoea.” Lady Mercedes took the pot and showed Carl the bubbling lumpy brown substance. He could smell the contents and started to choke. “Broth loaded with clots”, described Lady Mercedes. “It’s fresh, but we kept it warm for you.” His eyes widened in fear – then he began to shake his head wildly from side to side. Lady Mercedes put the pot back on the stove. “Don’t make such a fuss!”, she said. Lady Dana was back around at the headrest. Next she was strapping his head down with a leather strap over his forehead. She smiled at him and his eyes saw what almost appeared to be a caring woman with long dark hair and full breast. In the meantime Lady Mercedes went to a cabinet and brought another fixture device that was for the uncooperate clients. It was fastened on the back of the headrest with some screws. The device had two padded metal braces on either side of Carl’s head. With a firm grip of her right hand Lady Dana took his head under the chin and with the other hand on his forehead to hold it steady. Then Lady Mercedes turned adjusting knobs until the braces held his head tightly at his temples – like it was clamped into a vice. Now his head was totally immobile and utterly stiff fixed. “So, Mr. Petersen, when you’re refusing to eat, we will help you.” Lady Mercedes pushed a button and the chair started tilting back until Carl was nearly in a lying position – strapped firmly into the chair. Lady Dana brought a white bib on which was written in light blue cursive writing: “Feed me”. It was tied around Carl’s neck. Meanwhile Lady Mercedes took a small bowl from the cabinet and with a ladle put some of the stinking mash in it. She put the bowl on a table beside the chair, along with a small yellow plastic spoon.
“Now it’s eating time”, said Lady Mercedes. Carefully she took some of the hot brown soup with the spoon from the edge of the bowl and hold it in front of Carl’s mouth. “Say ‘ah’”, she ordered. But Carl refused to open. Lady Mercedes sadistically smiled at him. She nodded to Lady Dana who then went to one of the cabinets. When she came back into Carl’s view, she brought something like a bracelet and a Bunsen burner. The first thing she put to use was the burner: Soon she opened the gas tap and lighted the flame. Lady Mercedes took the sinister looking dental gag and held it in front of his mouth. “Open!” Carl didn’t react. Thereupon Lady Dana turned a knob and converted the flickering flame into a very hot blue one. She rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt. It sizzled when Lady Dana took the Bunsen burner and held the flame near Carl’s forearm. He screamed out in pain – and while he was opening his mouth, Lady Mercedes easily put the dental gag between his teeth. “There you go!”, she laughed. With that Lady Dana took the burner away. Lady Mercedes slowly opened the metal gag until the ratchet audibly blocked his jaw – keeping his mouth wide open. Carl widened his eyes in terror when Lady Mercedes gave him the first spoonful of shit. “Enjoy your meal!” Carl tried desperately to beg but the dental gag turned his efforts into humiliating baby talk. Lady Mercedes cooed to him as if he were a big baby. “Yum! Yum!” She smiled at him. Carl struggled in the restraints – his body arched up in the chair. He shook wildly as he began to gag and retch. But Lady Mercedes skilfully massaged Carl’s convulsing throat to help ease the shit down. First it kept coming back up. With Lady Mercedes coaxing him skilfully, Carl eventually choked it down and kept it down. “Very good! The first yummy spoonful is always the hardest.” He had to force it down. Then she gave him a second spoonful – this time with lumps. He retched and retched. Tears rushed into his eyes from the loathing. “If you puke we’re going to repeat the procedure with your own vomit”, warned Lady Mercedes. Even with this approach it took a considerable amount of time before he managed to hold down his meal.
Spoonful by spoonful Carl was fed with the warm excrement. She gave him small portions of mess. Things went smoothly for a minute or two, but then he began regurgitating the repellent repast they had prepared for him. The unequal struggle continued for a time, but it was soon apparent that he had no ability to prevent his body from reacting this way to what he was being fed. From time to time, when something remained stuck to his chin, Lady Mercedes picked it up carefully with the yellow plastic spoon and wiped it to his tongue. They had time…
“Good boy”, laughed Lady Mercedes when the bowl was empty. It left a bitter taste in Carl’s mouth. He experienced the warm disgusting mash that spread like chewing gum in his mouth. But Carl was relieved that it was over. He felt as if it made his stomach turn. “I have some nice dessert for you.” Lady Mercedes went to the refrigerator and took a small plate with a hard dark-brown “sausage” out of it. “I did this for you yersterday”, said Lady Mercedes. Carl began to cry. Lady Dana brought a can with a viscid limpidly fluid. “I’d leveraged Lady Dana to a wonderful orgasm this morning”, Lady Mercedes laughed and cajoled, “we’re such generous hosts, and even provide a sauce for your sweets!” Then she poured the slimy stuff over the hard chunk. Again she put the plate on the table and sat down on the stool beside him. She took a small bit with a clear plastic spoon. “That’s delicious, I’m sure”, she smiled. With this she put the small piece of cold hard shit with cum into Carl’s mouth. He retched. Immediately he felt how his mouth was stuffed with the bitter brown pulp. Then a bigger piece. Carl’s eyes widened when he began another desperate struggle. But he got it down and kept it down. Again and again – the complete “dessert”. Lady Mercedes grinned.
“That's a good boy! We give you something to wash it down.” Lady Dana went to the fridge and brought a litre bottle with a dark yellow-red liquid. She hold it in front of Carl and sarcastically said: “That’s not blood orange juice – but similar.” Carl’s eyes bulged in terror as Lady Dana smiled down at him. “I have my period.” She put the bottle on the table. Then she reached to the utility cupboard nearby and took out a large clear plastic funnel, which had a wide opening. Carl grimaced when the funnel-like tool was forcibly screwed down his gullet. He strangled. Lady Mercedes opened the bottle and began pouring some of the yellow piss into the funnel. But Carl refused to swallow. Lady Dana snapped on a nose clip to pinch his nostrils shut, forcing Carl to breathe through the funnel. “Now you have to swallow it all down before you can breathe.” She smiled wickedly.
Carl was fighting hard – he gagged and gasped for air. Now the only way he was able to breathe was through the large funnel violating his mouth and throat. He choked incessantly. Lady Mercedes filled more of the yellow liquidness in the funnel. It wasn’t too long before Carl had no choice: swallow or suffocate. He was given ten seconds to drink the urine before another portion was forced into his mouth. Carl gagged at the piss that was running down his throat and immediately started retching. Little by little Lady Mercedes poured in the funnel when he’d drunk off until the bottle was empty. Pee gurgled into his throat as he struggled emptying the funnel in order to breathe. He had a disgruntled look and shifted in his bonds when loads of yellow piss was poured down his throat. Now it was an endless stream with no breaks and seemingly no end. Sputtering and wheezing he finally gulped it down – his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Carl wailed constantly as he was forced to ingest the dark yellow piss. Over and over the process was repeated until the “soap” was completely consumed. By the end Carl was exhausted – he just moaned. “Don’t be so squeamish! We’re going to do a lot of worse things with you. That was just the appetizer.” They laughed. Lady Mercedes and Lady Dana left the room. The guards came and unstrapped him. He was guided into his cell where he was laid back into the restraints.
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