It's My Party

Kiyoko looked down and flexed her hand for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. Perhaps we should just let Amber come out herself. Is that what you're suggesting?"

"Of course."

Kiyoko by this time had drifted back to Whitney's position at the corner of the building. She looked along the eastern face of the building stared at Amber's entrance door. "Too bad we can't tell Amber of our change in plans."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Amber deserves what she gets. And if she does get out, she'll know where to find us. One thing though, I'm through following her as leader."

Kiyoko looked at Whitney closely. "You want the job?"

"Yep. If you want to stick with me, if you want to share supplies, I want this perfectly clear. I'm in charge."

"What about Amber's backpack?"

"What about it?" Whitney glanced down at the extra backpack in her arms. "I'll say this one more time Kiyoko. You want to share supplies? I'm in charge."

There was a quiet pause, brief but pregnant, and then Kiyoko nodded. "Okay, you're in charge."

Whitney smiled. "We meet up with Amber again, she can carry this if we decide to accept her, but the gear belongs to the group, all the gear, and I'm in charge of the group. You want to eat something, even if you're carrying it, ask me first."

Kiyoko nodded again. "Understood. Amber was not a very good leader anyway. You have my vote now Whitney."

"Make sure it stays that way," Whitney said darkly, and then she dropped Amber's backpack on the grass and started walking east southeast, towards the corner of the nearby three-story building. Kiyoko obediently picked up the backpack and followed.

Time: ?

Cold. So cold. And her mind hurt. Amber had a really awful headache. Maybe she was over the worst of it. She had a dreamlike memory of something even worse, much worse in fact, really gruesome. She couldn't breathe! That was it! She had been trapped in a small dark place and couldn't breathe. The air had gotten so stale… It was hard to remember.

The touch of a hand brought her out of her drowsiness. It was warm at least, pushing in against her bare tummy, squeezing her at first and then a finger pushed in and began exploring her navel, not so aggressively as to cause pain but none too gentle either. Another hand, this one warm too, latched onto her right butt cheek with another very firm grip. Amber could feel the thumb of the grip nestling into the crack in her ass, the fingertip pressing against her anus. As the hand beneath her pumped her stomach again, Amber realized she must be naked. She was also lying prone on an extremely hard surface, hard and cold.

And her arms, her legs, her neck, her whole body felt so incredibly stiff. Major muscles groups were beyond protesting. They were numb from fatigue. No, not just fatigue Amber decided. They were numb from constraint. Amber was hog tied, lying face down and hog tied. There was some sort of spreader bar keeping her knees very far apart, and her legs were folded back and tied tightly to both her arms. It was complete and effective restraint. She might be able to jerk her torso a bit, but her four limbs felt welded to her body.

"Think Amber!" she silently admonished herself. "Think and remember! Where am I? How did I get like this? Think!" Through the diminishing pain in her head, the memories started to return. After waving goodbye to Kiyoko and Whitney at the eastern door, Amber made her way easily through the interior of the building, reaching the destination of the next exit location in about twenty minutes. As expected, the exterior door in the new lobby was locked. Also expected was the lack of anyone on the other side of the door, but Amber pretended to fret a while over the absence of her comrades.

Through her boot she noticed a painful pressure on her ankle. Looking down, she noticed a servo had silently snuck up on her and attached itself to her foot. The pressure continued to build and Amber realized it would soon break her ankle bone. Her eyes beginning to water from the pain, Amber took a step towards the interior lobby door and was rewarding by a brief partial release of the pressure. Then it started to build again.

Her training time was both brief and merciless. Continuous steps in the right direction would keep her ankle free of pain. Anything less and the punishment would be swift an brutal. At every junction, she quickly learned to probe with her free foot and the servo would inform her through ankle pressure which was the pain-free direction. Amber experimented only once, slightly slowing her gait and taking smaller steps. She cried out in agony before managing to regain her normal walking rhythm.

Amber had taken off her watch too when she stowed her Leophone into her backpack, so the passage of time was difficult to estimate, but she guessed it was about an hour after leaving the second lobby. She entered a new room and the servo forced her into a small airlock on the opposite wall. From her many discussions with Kiyoko in preparing for this mission, Amber recognized the setup as the entrance to a Section-0 executive area.

After the door behind her sealed, the servo released her ankle and the air vent in the floor began to whoosh with a very strong breeze. Within moments Amber felt the air in the chamber getting very stale. No particular odor, just staleness. In dismay she guessed she was breathing a very heavy concentration of CO2. Amber soon started suffering from the symptoms of CO2 poisoning, dizziness, nauseous, her skin becoming sweaty and she could feel her heart racing as it struggled and failed to cope with the elevated level of CO2 in her body. Gasping for air and suffering a splitting headache, Amber passed out.

And here she was now, some indefinite time later stripped naked and thinking she was tied up like a turkey and ready for the oven. She had no idea yet how deadly appropriate her analogy was.

"You're awake," said Ricardo in a flat voice. He was directly behind her on counter. His statement was not a question, but Amber decided to answer it anyway.

"Yes." There was no need to say more. Amber tried to focus her wits, forcing herself to remain in character. How would Ricardo expect her to react? After all the days and weeks of thinking about scenarios, the moment of truth had arrived.

She couldn't turn her head. Her hair had been pulled and tied very tightly behind her, pulling her neck up and having her stare at a stainless steel wall less than a meter from her nose. Her throat felt very exposed and vulnerable, and she could dimly see a blurred image of Ricardo in the steel wall. Ricardo stood up for a moment and repositioned himself before squatting down again. Amber saw the blurred image of a penis flopping between his legs. He was as naked as she was.

Glancing down, Amber realized she was lying on a stainless steel counter of some kind. No wonder her breasts and pelvis and thighs felt so cold. By tearing her scalp, she might succeed in taking one look behind her to where Ricardo was, but she discarded the idea, at least for now. The attempt would have an almost zero probability of success. Amber would bide her time.

"Such a pretty Amber," said Ricardo absently as he stroked thighs with his hands. From the direction of his voice, Amber thought he must be sitting or squatting on the counter very close to her, in the triangle between her pubis and the spreader bar at her knees.. His fingers were everywhere, exploring her pubic fur, probing her thighs, hefting her butt cheeks, and then a brief fierce burst of pressure on her anus. Before she could react the pressure was gone. A moment later her vaginal lips were separated. The fingers continued their exploration, tracing the pink flesh of the inside of her labia.

"Is this your urethra slit?" he asked. Amber twitched at the rough contact of his fingernail probing her sensitive opening.

"Yep. That's where I pee." Her tone of voice told him they both knew this was a game.

Ricardo smiled. "Such a pretty Amber. You're the only girl I know that would play with me like this." Amber felt his finger enter her vagina slightly and then press down towards her urethra duct. An image formed in her mind of a finger searching for the pulse of a vein, only in this case the finger's target was the duct from her bladder. "Now pee for me," Ricardo commanded.

"Will I wet you?" Amber asked.

Ricardo cocked his head. "That's not a question I was expecting. Just pee. I want to watch."

Amber sighed and released her bladder. She could feel Ricardo's two hands on her, on holding her labia open so that her vagina and urethra slit were on full display, and the other hand positioned so that a finger could feel her pee running through her urinary duct. Amber emptied her bladder knowing Ricardo's eyes were riveted to the point where the urine was leaving her body. She tried to push out everything she had and near the end she felt the warm piss running past her knees on the counter. She guessed the counter must be slightly tilted. Somehow she found that thought frightening. What was this place?

"All done?"

"I gave you everything I had."

The hand left her labia and probed underneath her, pushing into her bladder area with stiff fingers. "Yes, I think you did. Good girl. Now take a shit."

"Like this?!"

"Do it!"

Amber tried her best but the attempt was futile. "Ricardo, I want to do what you're asking but it's physically impossible. Can you get me up into a squat position? I'll try again."

"No squatting!" Ricardo half yelled, and then his voice softened. "But you are trying to cooperate. Such a pretty Amber. I want to clean your intestines, get them really clean while you're still alive. I'll make my job easier."

"What job?!" Amber sobbed. Adding hysteria to her voice was extremely easy.

Ricardo laughed. "Preparing you for your destiny Amber. Such a pretty Amber. You really are very pretty. Do you know that?"

Amber sighed and appeared to resign herself to her fate. "Thank you."

"That's right. Cooperate and you'll suffer very little pain. Why should I want to hurt you? You're such a pretty Amber." There was a moment's delay as Amber felt Ricardo moving behind her. There was also the sound of running water, and she guessed there was sink behind her, perhaps a very large one from the sound of it. Ricardo's fingers returned, probing her butt cheeks, separating her. A thumb began stroking her anus.

"You've got a really cute butthole Amber," Ricardo said in a conversational tone of voice. "There's a soft circle of peach fuzz all around your opening, very pretty, very nice to feel. I bet all your boyfriends told you this."

"Seriously Ricardo, you're the very first."

"Really?" There was a pause. "You think of me as your boyfriend?" The inflection on the question sounded very strange, impossible to decipher.

"Well, it's kind of hard to put into words. But there's something between us. I've felt it. You too?"

The room was silent, some sort of large industrial kitchen area Amber guessed as she pushed her peripheral vision to the limit. The fingers continued to stroke her anus, surprisingly gentle. Was Ricardo trying to sexually arouse her? The man was so warped, anything was possible.

There was a slight sound of a pulley and chains, and Amber felt the spreader bar between her knees lifting into the air. Fighting down a rising tide of panic, she felt her thighs and then her hips lift from the table. The majority of her weight was now supported by her legs strapped to the bar, and the rest of her weight by her breasts pressing into the cold steel. The fingers returned to her butt and anus, and a moment later Amber felt a hard pressure.

"Just your water bottle," said Ricardo in a completely friendly tone of voice. "There's a good girl. Open up for me now." For a moment he placed the water bottle by her hip. "There's a good girl. Open up!" Amber realized Ricardo's thumbs were now working her anal muscles from both sides, push left, push right, push left right. She could feel the power of his other fingers gripping her butt cheeks as his thumbs worked against her opening.

Ricardo continued, "I'm dilating you so the bottle will go in silky smooth, and I'm using warm water too. Nothing's too nice for my pretty little girl. It's too bad about the bottle. I could flush you better by injecting the water high up and then working it down by rolling you. Unfortunately I don't have any tubing."

The neck of the water bottle was pushed relentlessly against her anus. Amber realized she had no hope to resist and she grunted and tried to bear down and accept the penetration past her sphincter muscles. "There, there, that's a good girl," Ricardo whispered as the neck of the bottle slipped inside her. "Now take a deep breath now and blow it out. Make a tiny hole with your mouth. Pucker your mouth just like an anus, and then a hard, slow blow. Let me hear it."

As Amber puckered her mouth and blew, Ricardo began to crush the plastic bottle, sending a huge surge of warm water through Amber's rectum and down her upturned large intestine. She cried out at the fullness of the pressure.

Ricardo seemed puzzled. "You want me to go slower on the next one?"

"Next one?! Ricardo, you'll rupture me!"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll let you drain first. Hold this for a while though. Work your bowels little girl. Pretend you're being fucked and hump your hips. Get your shit nice and loose."

Amber started to pant and sweat. The deep pressure felt awful, and it didn't help that Ricardo was firmly massaging her stomach and abdominal area with his powerful hands. "Come on Amber! Pretend you're super hot for a butt fucking and some willing dude is obliging you. Hump those hips girl! Hump and squeeze those bowels!"

Amber tried the best she could. Time lost all meaning, and under Ricardo's rough squeezing and rubbing, the pressure inside her was building to agony. And then the chain was finally lowered and Amber was allowed to void. She had never had an enema as painful as this, and she blew a slushy mess out of herself in a fast series of vigorous heaves. Hanging on the inverted angle, the water had traveled deep into her, and it took a long and painful effort to expel it. She whimpered as she felt the chains lifting her again. The whole process was about to repeat.

"I'm guessing the first one might be the worst," Ricardo said in an encouraging tone of voice. "Just try to relax and let it happen." He stroked her open labia for a moment in a bizarre attempt to relax her.

Amber panted and whispered okay. Despite Ricardo's optimism, the second cycle felt as long and painful as the first, and the third and forth were no better. It wasn't until her fourth deep and prolonged enema that her discharge ran completely clear. Ricardo inspected her with a long finger and then pronounced he was finally satisfied. "Clean as a whistle little girl," he said cheerfully. "Your butthole is clean enough now to eat off of." And then he laughed as he stood up on the counter. A moment later Amber heard him turn on the sink.

As Amber lay exhausted and panting, the counter and her body were rinsed down repeatedly with warm water, carrying away all traces of her intestinal contents. She was back in her original position, her legs numb from the cruel positioning. Amber half dreaded the pins and needles she would feel when they were unbound. Or would that happen while she were still alive?

"Ricardo?"

"Hmm?" His hands were caressing her everywhere, calves, thighs, hips, back down to the backs of the thighs and then up to her butt cheeks.. Then the back of his hand started brushing against her labia, up and down again and again. "Just a second. I want to make sure all the shit is washed out of your pussy." There were several more rinses of warm water, and then, "Okay. What?"

Amber blinked. The pause had been so long, she had almost forgotten Ricardo was willing to answer a question. "Uh, earlier you mentioned my destiny. Do you know what my destiny is?"

"Why, to nurture me of course. Such a pretty Amber. Any other girl and she'd already be in the frying pan. But not you…"

"Yes?" Amber gasped as Ricardo's words sank in. "You're eating people?!"

"Do you have a problem with that? It's for my greater good. And so far I've only had Jenaro. Want to know something? I mocked him as I ate him."

Ricardo grinned broadly as his finger played with her wet pubic hair. "I really did. I laughed and laughed as his testicles sizzled in the skillet. But I won't mock you pretty Amber. No, you're far too sweet for that." The hands left her hips and came under her to squeeze and fondle her breasts. "Such a pretty Amber. You're going to breastfeed me." His hand worked her breast hard, grabbing her tit and pulling hard on the nipple, and then with a finger on his other hand he made a crosscut motion on the soft underside.

Ricardo laughed at his play on words. "Right there! I'll feed on your udders first, that's my plan. Choice cuts, right where my fingers are. And I'll think fond thoughts of you with every sweet bite. No mocking at all, I promise." And then he laughed again. Amber thought Ricardo sounded insane, his laugher truly maniacal.

The hands returned to her butt, probing her labia, the fingers drifting in and out of caressing motions. His fingers were everywhere, pinching her butt cheeks, tickling her thighs, slipping in to test her dry vagina, probing her squeaky clean rectal walls. Amber kept silent and bore it all, fighting down the near certainty of her failure and impending death.

And then she felt something strange rolling back and forth on the soft curves of her butt cheeks, just above the backs of her thighs. She blinked. Ricardo was masturbating against her, rubbing his limp cock against her with his hand, as if he were rolling a piece of soft dough.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," he hissed as he panted. "I'll kill you right now if you want. I can finish this afterwards."

Amber almost laughed at the absurdity. Only the genuine terror of her impending death stopped her. "No, it's okay," she whispered. After a while, "That feels kind of nice. I can feel you getting hard."

"Yeah," panted Ricardo.

"Anything I can do?"

"Really?! Such a pretty Amber!" Ricardo sounded extremely aroused and his hand was a blur as he rolled his stiff cock back and forth against her ass. "Try to take a shit! Let me see your anus pout! Let me see it!"

Amber did her best, and was rewarded by a warm splash of semen hitting high on her back as Ricardo groaned loudly and orgasmed. The penis was pressed deeply into the flesh of her ass and Ricardo started a slow rocking motion with his hips, pushing his erection deeply into her ass cheek, orgasming again and again as he watched the ripples in her soft flesh. He drained himself with his mind deep in fantasy. Amber could feel him shudder as he shot the last of his seed. She could feel his second cum running down the side of her hip.

"Did you enjoy that?" she whispered.

For the briefest moment, Ricardo's guard was down, and he answered as an inexperienced boy and not as the demon he had allowed himself to become. "Wow… That was the first time… That was the first time I ever came with a girl."

"If you keep me alive, we'll be able to do this again."

"Don't be stupid," the demon replied. Ricardo gazed down at Amber's wet rump. For a second this cute female had actually confused him, but no more. "Amber," he pronounced, "You're very cute, but there will be lots of other girls. And you've taught me I can have lots of great sex with them. Right now though, I need your body for food. It's as simple and final as that." He untied her legs one by one and stretched them straight. Amber howled at the pain as her circulation returned.