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The following weekend, Oliver kept me to himself, though I soon regretted the reason why. On Friday night, he used all of my holes, letting me sleep after fucking my ass. He led me down to his basement on Saturday morning after I sucked his cock. He brought me to a sanitary looking, white tiled area with several chains and cuffs and a huge drain in the floor. It looked ominous to me; the sort of place where a serial killer confined his victims before killing them and draining their bodies of blood. If I didn't think he planned on returning me to Tanner, changed but alive, I might have worried more.

I still joked about it. "How many people have died down here?" I asked as he fastened my wrist cuffs to a chain descended from the ceiling.

He finished fastening me up, then looked around, perhaps seeing what I saw for the first time. He smiled again. God, I hated his smile. It had depraved lechery written all over it.

"Down here? Nobody's died down here." Not nobody's died, but they haven't died down here.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"To break you of some bad habits."

"What bad habits do I have?"

"You'll see."

He moved behind me where I couldn't see him and I heard him running water in a sink. I wondered if he was washing his hands.

"Spread your legs, Brooke, like the good little slut you are."

He was still behind me so I assumed he was going to fuck me in the ass. I spread my legs. This assumption took more root when he smeared lube around and in my sphincter. Instead of his cock, something else went into my bum, something not as large. He hung a rubber bag beside me and there was a tube running from the bag down behind me. He opened a spigot on the bag and my rectum filled up, pushing my stomach out some. It was warm and stung a little, but not too much. The bag emptied. The other end of the hose was removed from my bottom, leaving the fullness behind.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Giving you an enema. Three of them actually. We're going to clean you out. It's only warm soapy water, so easy on the system. I want you to hold it as long as you can. When you can't hold it any longer, evacuate your bowels. Everything will go down the drain. We'll clean you up afterward. You can shower in the corner when you're done."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Because I want your asshole to be nice and clean when I fuck you today."

Having a dirty asshole had never stopped him before. Still I wasn't mortally opposed to being cleaner when he fucked my ass. Seemed it would be less messy that way, so I did as he instructed. I stood there as long as possible until I felt ready to burst.

"It's going to come out soon," I warned.

"Let it."

"Can I squat? I'll get less on my legs that way."

"So squat."

I shook the chain to which I was attached. "Right." He lowered it down so I could squat over the drain and I let it all out with a loud whoosh accompanied by some unladylike farts. When it was all drained, he wiped me down and washed everything down the drain so we could start again. Filling the bag, inserting the plug, opening the bag and more warm water filling my rectum. He raised the chain again so I could rest against the tension a little as I stood. When I was close, he lowered it, and I squatted; the water running much clearer this time. There was a lot less shit to rinse away. We did it a third time and the water ran clear.

"Good," he said. "That should do it. Very nice, Brooke."

He unhooked my cuffs from the ceiling and bent me over what looked like a gymnasts pommel horse, without the pommels, fastening my wrist cuffs to a bracket on the floor, and my ankle cuffs well to either side so he'd have unrestricted access to my ass.

Having secured me firmly, he approached me with what appeared to be a gag.

"Why? I'm not fighting you. I've never fought you."

"You will," he replied ominously. Given his words, I didn't want to take the gag and I did fight him, trying to keep my mouth closed. He didn't fight me. Instead, he held my nose until I couldn't hold my breath anymore and the second I opened my mouth to breathe, he shoved it into my mouth, securing it in back of my head. It wasn't the ball gag I thought it was. It was a metal ring, open so I could breathe, but wide enough to keep my mouth locked wide open. He stripped off his clothes in front of me, his cock hard and ready.

I suddenly remembered the video I'd seen when my friends were preparing me for my wedding night.

"Nootth, noootthh." I couldn't speak properly, my no's coming out as garbled nonsense. Saliva was dripping to the floor. I started fighting my bonds to little effect. I was as secure as a condemned man in an electric chair. Fuck!

Oliver smeared lube on my star and pushed into my ass, moving slowly, sliding all the way up. He fucked me for a few minutes, then approached my head, lifting it by my hair.

"Nooottthh attthhh to muuttth," I said, crying.

Oliver pushed through the ring in my mouth, filling my throat with his cock and I vomited. I hadn't eaten anything but his cum since last night, but everything in my stomach went all over him and down the drain. He pulled out, calmly washed himself and the floor, went behind me and fucked my ass some more. A couple minutes later, he was back at my head, fucking my throat. I vomited again, not as much this time. The same process repeated over and over. It wasn't long before I had nothing left in my stomach, unable to bring anything up, but a bit of spit. Pretty soon, I was finding it hard to even gag, my throat raw.

It finally reached the point nothing happened. He fucked my ass, then fucked my mouth and nothing happened. I had no fight left. I couldn't throw up anymore. He climaxed in my throat and I swallowed what I could, the rest running out my mouth and dripping on the floor. He cleaned up everything again, putting it back in pristine condition while I remained bent over the horse, drool running out of my mouth.

He squatted down in front of me.

"We have to repeat this process without the ring gag. I know you'll be tempted to bite my cock off. Can't say I blame you, but you have to learn to take it. I remind you, should you bite off my cock, I will likely bleed to death down here. You're tied to the horse, having emptied your stomach and you won't be able to get away. It's sound proof down here; no one will hear you scream. You'll slowly starve to death. People will wonder where you went to. After awhile, my disappearance will cause your slutty films and photos to be released to the internet. At that point, people might think you were running to avoid the shame. Maybe after some period of time, when your disappearance becomes public, your private detective agency will figure out where you are. Your car is in the garage. No one will see it. If this is the ending of your life you see for yourself, go ahead, bite if off. I think you have more to live for than that. In a couple months, this will all be over and you can go back to your normal, white bread, life. I'll be out of the picture and you can settle down, have a couple kids with the husband. Do you understand your situation?"

I glared at him, but I nodded yes. It was very clear.

He removed the ring gag.

"You're a fucking, rat prick, bastard!" I said. "I hate you so much it burns."

"I understand," he said. "Many of the women down here have felt that way. Are you going to behave yourself?"

"What choice do I have?"

"Only the choice to comply or die a slow death. I told you before, no one's died down here. I'd hate for you to be the first. I'm rather fond of you."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"It won't be so bad," Oliver said. "It's why I cleaned you out. Right now, you're rectum's probably as clean as your cunt and you've sucked many a cock which has just fucked it."

He patted me on the head and disappeared up the stairs. He returned several minutes later with a movie camera which he set up to record from my rear quarter. You would be able to see his cock, first in my ass, and later in my mouth. Fucking prick. This is one movie of his I might destroy. I wouldn't be able to bear watching it or for anyone else to see it either.

By the time he was set up, his cock was hard again. He smeared a little lube around my back door and pushed in. He went the same way he did the first time. Fuck my ass a little, then my mouth, back and forth. At first I tried not to touch his cock. To let it go to my throat without touching my tongue, but that was a pointless exercise. I couldn't do it for long, and my tongue would circle his cock so I could swallow. Despite it being in my ass and my belief I would be licking my shit off his shaft, he was right, damn him. It didn't taste awful. It had an earthier taste, sharper and more pungent than before, but not horrible. Worse yet, I orgasmed while his cock was in my ass.

Ass, mouth, ass, mouth. It wasn't long before I was sucking his cock as I normally did, as distasteful as the prospect was. He finally finished up in my ass and I sucked his cock clean of his cum. He readied up a package for me, an enema bottle like the one he used, hose, nozzle, and a small bottle of soap.

"I'm going to release you now," Oliver said. "I told you it wouldn't be that bad and it wasn't. You can either go home or I'll take you out to dinner. Before coming over in the future, I suggest you do three enemas as you did today to thoroughly cleanse yourself. You can choose not to, if you wish, but you will be expected to suck any cock, whether it's been in your ass or not, and I think you'd prefer a clean ass to one that isn't."

"I'd like to go home," I spit out.

"As you wish."

He finally released me and I slowly stretched my muscles. It was all I could do to not kick him in the balls, but he looked as if he were prepared and I'd prefer to be wearing big fucking boots when I did it. I took a shower in the place he indicated, cleaning his cum from my ass as best I could without a douche.