Novel & Cerita Punishment Enema Stories

Chapter 5: Punished pleasureably The air in the basement was now filled with the scent of sex. Jake lounged back on the cushioned platform, spent but grinning, surrounded by Elena, Mia, and Sophia. Their bodies were filled with sweat and traces of his cum. Ryan and Tyler remained seated in their chairs, their wrists lightly cuffed, their throbbing cock was locked in a plastic cage. It was all part of their punishment. “Ryan,” the supervisor’s voice echoes, “as one of the losers, your pleasurable punishment begins now. You will watch. You will serve. You will be edged and denied until the end. Only then may you taste what you failed to claim.”

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“This sloppy cunt has been talking to the wrong people. Now it’s going to learn what real punishment feels like.” He pulled his fingers out and forced them into my mouth. I sucked obediently, tasting myself and the others as he stared into my eyes with pure dominance. The Punishment Chamber doors opened with a hydraulic hiss. It was a large, dimly lit room filled with every kind of restraint and device imaginable like chains hanging from the ceiling, spanking benches, fucking machines, and a large central platform with cuffs on all four corners. Kane threw me onto the platform and locked my wrists and ankles into the heavy metal cuffs, spreading me wide open like a starfish. I was completely

Olivia's body trembled; she didn't know what punishment she would face. "I recently read about a very interesting punishment in a book. A man is tied to a cross, and every day someone comes and nails a nail into his body. He won't die quickly; he will feel his body decaying every day but he's alive. Olivia, tell me, do you like this punishment?" Enzo said the most terrifying words in a casual tone. "Please spare me this time. I won't disappoint you again." Olivia absolutely did not want to experience such torture.

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.

When it passed I stayed curled, forehead pressed to the floor, breathing through my mouth so I would not have to smell the blood. I thought of Kaelen in the punishment blocks. I had heard the stories since I was old enough to listen at doors whips laced with silver, days without light, the kind of pain designed not just to break the body but to unmake the person inside it. The images stacked behind my eyes until I could not breathe around them. Footsteps approached outside the heavy door. I forced myself upright against the wall, wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and locked my spine as straight as the cuffs and the pain would allow.

The cop flexed the whip to remind her prisoner not to get any ideas about resisting. Trish cried as she felt the nozzle enter her exposed anus and push its way in. Her audience laughed and made lewd jokes and comments as they watched and took pictures of the hapless American. Trish closed her eyes as the assistant unclipped the hose and the warm water flowed into her intestines. She winced at the increasing pressure as the bag emptied. After several minutes, the medical assistant pulled out the nozzle. Trish overheard the men placing bets over how many pellets would come out of her once she expelled the water. The prisoner remained on her elbows and knees, thinking to herself: this can't be

"If she had been diagnosed, we would have known the red mark was a medical emergency, not a lie. She needed medicine, not punishment. If you had cared enough to check, she would still be alive." Richard put his face in his hands. Elena stared at the floor. "I didn't know," she said, quiet now and hollow. "I didn't know she was sick." "You didn't look," the Healer said. "You had a pup whose body communicated differently, and you called it dishonesty." - The Enforcers read the Penance Journal into the official record. They did it in the living room with Richard and Elena both present. A female Enforcer read it. Her voice was quiet, but it carried anyway.

He pulled out an ointment and painkiller out of the drawer and applied the ointment on the place where he just hit her . “This is your reward but you have to earn it by being a good girl . I will give you after five but if you made any mistake like forgetting to count or not calling yourself a whore then we will start over again and the punishment would be doubled.” He said, showing her the bottle of painkillers. She quietly nodded her head in yes. *SMACK* “I’m whore. Three” *SMACK* “I'm a whore. Four .” Her cheeks jiggled and turned red as he proceeded to smack her.

We haven't been here for two hours but here she is, vomiting immediately. "I don't fucking know! I think that is a spiked drink!" she murmured. As I exited the cubicle and made my way to my bag, which was in the lavatory, I noticed two other women entering the comfort room. They were almost in the same situation as us, one of them was visibly drunk as her friend helped her. Tasha and the new girl were vomiting together. I was busy digging wet wipes out of my purse when the other girl leaned into the lavatory next to me.