Anal Beach Resort Pt 03

Hope everyone is enjoying the story. It looks like there is going to be another part to it or maybe even two. As with all of my stories this one too contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas. If that offends you then you might want to pass this one by.

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Chapter 1

It had been two months since Cheryl had left the Bahamas. Construction on the new resort seemed to be moving along nicely. She was met at the small airport by Lynn and Jason who now seemed almost inseparable. It warmed Cheryl's heart to see her friend looking so happy. The hug was tight and genuine, and Captain Ramos hugged her tightly also. Lynn now lived with Jason in a modest house on the edge of the town and this is where she was taken. She was shown to a cozy room where she would stay whenever she was here.

Jason turned out to be a great cook and loved making mouthwatering dishes. Lynn caught Cheryl up during dinner and several glasses of wine. She was pleased with how everything was progressing and couldn't wait to see it for herself the next day. Jason left the women to talk as he went out to the market for a few things.

"Your package arrived this morning and I put it in your closet," Lynn said. She had a good idea of what was in it. "I decided not to hide anything from Jason. I decided if he was going to be interested in me, he should know everything," she added with a smile on her face.

"It's so good to see you like this," Cheryl said. "Sorry if the package might have been a bit embarrassing," she added knowing the package had probably been opened for inspection before it was allowed to be delivered. "I couldn't stand the idea of being without a bag again," she said. " I sent one for you too," she said smiling when she saw Lynn's face light up.

"Nozzle too?" Lynn asked. Cheryl smiled and nodded. "Jason is going to love using those on me. He looked all over town for a bag when I told him how much I liked taking them. He found one in the back of a drug store in the storage room an old friend owned," she said. "Can you imagine how embarrassed he must have been looking for that so he could surprise me with it. But it's only a standard size bag," she added getting rather quiet with a soft smile on her face.

"I think he cares a lot about you," Cheryl said quietly. "And you care a lot about him too," she added. Lynn smiled wider and nodded. "Now he can give you a large one and enjoy watching you hold it," she added with a devilish look on her face. Lynn could feel the moisture starting between her legs remembering the feel of her stomach actually being forced to swell. The thought of being laid down and Jason pushing his cock into her tight cunt while the bag slowly emptied into her ass was something she wanted desperately to feel.

The small air conditioner unit in the window kept the small room at a pleasant temperature. Cheryl slept well and woke well rested. After a quick shower she met Lynn and Jason for breakfast at a small cafe they had decided on the night before. The breakfast was filling and an hour later they were on Jason's boat heading for her island. Leyon had found himself a girlfriend and he too seemed to be happy.

The boat pulled up to the new dock that had been built, and Cheryl was indeed impressed as she stepped off the boat with Leyon's help. The gates were already up and several of the buildings were taking shape. The contractors were using small dozers and excavators to do as little damage to the island's natural beauty as possible. The workers were happy to be working and earning a good wage. They were paying close attention to details and no corners were cut.

Food for the workers was brought in by boat and they had built small huts that would be removed once the project was complete. Water purifiers were being installed in a separate building and would be large enough to handle the islands needs with no problem. Private apartments were being built for the clientele and a couple of lounges for relaxation.

Cheryl told Lynn of her meetings with the doctor and with the two nurses including the enemas. Lynn was happy with her choices and Cheryl could tell the descriptions of everything was having an effect on her. She told Lynn about the glass room Elain had described to her and her thoughts about building one. Lynn agreed with her and said they could use it as a group building exercise. Not to mention a friendly side wager amongst the women.

Some of the blacktop paths had already been made laid and walking in several parts of the island were already easy to get to with a quiet walk. The thought of walking on these paths naked to any part of the island gave Cheryl a small shudder. As she walked Cheryl, made mental notes for different features she was thinking about. The top of a small knoll looked perfect for the sonic enema beds.

There was room for four of them here and the thought of a naked nurse's assistant watching over the clients as they got their intestines cleaned made her smile. She had checked into them the day after she met Elain and Sharri. The tables were sturdy with a soft body forming jell interior placing the patient inside the walls. The patient would lay on her stomach where her body would settle into the jell.

The table would fill with warm water and sonic waves would course through the table. The patients' legs would be spread and secured with their feet dropping into cups and Velcro straps over the ankles. The woman's tits were dropped into cups also with sonic waves pulsing. Her head would be beyond the end of the table where she could close her eyes and relax if she wished. The nurse's assistant would place the apparatus between the woman's legs where a cup would be placed over her cunt. Soft vibrating water would wash over her spread cunt in intervals. The anal probe was self-lubricating and controlled by computer but needed to be started in by hand.

It could be programed to go shallow or almost the full length of the woman's colon which was almost five feet. The head would swell to seal the shit tube and pump two quarts of soapy water in. Then sonic waves would start pulsing cleaning the walls of the colon for several minutes before deflating. The woman's body would push the wastewater out around the probe and then the probe would move deeper and inflate again. The amount of the water and the intensity of the waves could be set from mild to extreme.

CHAPTER 2

Cheryl woke early the next morning and set out to find a cup of coffee. She found the coffee pot in the kitchen half full and the mouthwatering smell filling the room. Pouring herself a cup she walked toward the back patio. The sounds coming from the patio got her attention as she stepped out. The sight made her breath catch in her chest and her cunt was instantly wet.

Lynn lay on her back with her legs being forced back over her head by Jason's strong arms. His cock was moving in and out slowly covered with the white cream secreting from Lynn's spread cunt. Jason's balls rolled over the balloon holding Lynn's ass cheeks apart. The hose ran back between his legs and connected Lynn's ass to the half-empty bag hanging above them. Lynn's moans could be heard clearly and Cheryl sat down quietly to watch.

Jason's thick cock moved slowly in and out of Lynn's cunt. Cheryl could see the way Lynn's cunt wrapped tightly around the wide girth. The flow of the enema was set to slow but the level in the bag was definitely dropping. Jason made sure Lynn could feel him all the way in giving just a bit of a jab making the enema inside her bowels move. Cheryl could see he was letting Lynn's stomach hold his weight. Lynn's moans were getting louder, and she could tell both were getting close.

Cheryl stood and quietly walked up behind Jason. Gripping the clamp in her hand she opened it to full flow. The soft "Oh Fuck" from Lynn was sweet. Cheryl smiled down at her friend as Lynn looked up at her. She closed the clamp back down to a slow flow but held the clamp. Lynn said something to Jason about Cheryl standing behind him and he froze for a second. The with a low groan he sank his cock in hard and made Lynn whimper.

With a streak of meanness Cheryl opened the clamp and let go. Lynn's head was back now as the added pressure in her bowels forced her over the edge. Jason sank his cock balls deep one last time and held as he emptied them into Lynn's tight cunt. He held the woman that he now loved tightly as she shook form her orgasm. The bag was empty now and Cheryl watched as Jason took his weight from Lynn's stomach.

The sound of Jason's softening cock being spit from Lynn's slimy cunt was loud. Lynn moaned and started sobbing as the enema she held moved inside her. Cheryl was amazed at the amount of semen that rolled out of her cunt and around the balloon between her ass cheeks. Jason smiled at Cheryl when he stood. He had a look of pride on his face and Cheryl was glad he was comfortable being naked around her.

Jason helped Lynn to her feet, and he dropped his hand down to feel her swollen belly. He smiled when he felt the firmness. He disconnected Lynn from the now empty bag and helped her walk back inside. Cheryl felt happy for her friend, and she sat back down smiling. She knew she was going to give herself a good cleaning out when they got back from the island this afternoon. She wished she had not gotten dressed before she came out of her bedroom because she dearly wanted to give herself an orgasm.

Responds to her ads were coming in steadily and soon she had a staff of young men and women that thought the idea of working at a resort naked was awesome. The questionnaire she and the nurses had come up with had thirty questions for the clientele to answer as best they could. She had hired chefs to prepare dinners and a small wait staff also. Of course, these people would not work naked for obvious reasons.

She posted the first advertisement for the resort two months later along with a price package for stays at the resort. It was a bit on the pricey side for average people but that was not her targeted demographic. She was trying to attract women in high pressure situations. Women who had to make million-dollar decisions or worked in human resources that had to fire and hire people for large firms. Business owners and CEOs that want to be able to step out of their lives for a while. To become the submissive instead of the dominant. And most of all a place where they could become as nasty as they wanted in a safe environment.

Cheryl had just signed for the four sonic enema beds and watched as the several workers moved them up the blacktop path. The electric powered units under the huge boxes made almost no noise as the moved. There was a roof and sliding sides to enclose the area at night or during bad weather. Other than that, the beds were in the open. Cheryl had decided she wanted to be among the first to test the tables once they were working.

A small crew swept the entire island and removed all poisonous snakes and nests along with poisonous spiders. The other indigenous wildlife was left undisturbed for the clients to look for and to watch. The paths were smooth and very comfortable for bare feet to walk on. The two lounges were built on opposite sides of the island. One was just a place to sit and enjoy a quiet drink by oneself or with a friend.

The other lounge Cheryl named the Hanging Balls. She had a track designed that ran overhead. This was a lounge where the women could take out their frustration. The track ran back and forth across the room twice before it exited. Men that worked at the resort would be able to volunteer to ride the track. They would lay on a comfortable table that followed the track above the ceiling. The only thing below would be their cock and balls. They would be just above the heads of the women, and they would actually be able to reach up and feel them or stroke them. If they stood, they would be able to suck them or use the thin rod to hit them as they sat.

A soft rubber collar would hold them in position as the table above followed the track. The women below would be able to do whatever they wanted with them. The women would be able to stop the beds wherever they wanted for as long as they wanted. The men that volunteered for the tables were to be paid a premium as they had no idea what was going to happen.

CHAPTER 3 (Heather)

The glass room was also built for the ones that wanted that kind of humiliation. Comfortable chairs had been placed around the outside for other women to watch and place friendly wagers. A small screen was mounted to the arm of each chair so the women would be able to know what mixture the woman inside the cube was dealing with. Once inside the cube the woman would have no way out until she was done shitting. The women that wanted to experience the room would know all of this before she signed up to go in.

Twenty private cabins had been built along with Cabins for the staff. The resort was becoming a reality and Cheryl and Lynn couldn't have been more pleased. The doctor would move in next week and the two nurses would be there also. Maintenance and cleaning staff would be arriving also. Jason and Leyon would bring the women from the larger island to the resort. They had decided against allowing planes to land there because of the noise.

Heather Collins couldn't believe what she had just read. She had started looking on the dark web several months ago just out of curiosity. The ABR advertisement had caught her eye, and she read through it again. A resort in the Bahamas on a privately owned island. No clothes were allowed other than arrival and dining. The subtle underlying things were what she was most intrigued with. The packages were expensive but as she was worth forty-eight million, she didn't even bat an eye at the cost.

She had just taken over a small business and had to fire the thirty employees that worked there. She hated herself at times like these and silently wished there was a way she could be punished for doing it. She loved the power she wielded but sometimes she wished someone would knock her down a peg or two. She clicked on the week package and waited a couple of seconds while her screen displayed everything.

Once she clicked on the tab to book the stay a questionnaire popped up. The questions seemed very invasive but there was a small explanation above the questions. This is a resort for you to allow the tables to be turned on you. Powerful women sometimes need to let their hair down and take their clothes off. They need to become submissive instead of always giving the orders. Do you feel you need to be punished for something you have done because your job demands it of you? The questions give us insight into the kind of treatment you wish/need to experience.

Heather closed her computer and left for the rest of the day. She seldom saw her husband anymore as he was often overseas working on deals growing their business. The more she thought about the resort the more she started liking the idea. When she got home, she kicked her heels off and poured herself a stiff drink. She had noticed she had been drinking more and more but that was the only thing that took the edge off.

Sitting on her couch she curled her pretty feet under her and opened her laptop. Finding the site again she opened the questionnaire. The questions were direct and for some reason she liked that. The first question asked how she felt about being naked outside and where other could see her. Yeah, she would be ok with that. Her body was still firm, and she always tried to take care of herself. How did she feel about being given enemas? That one she thought about.

She had a two-quart bag that she used when her system got sluggish, but she had never thought of them as a form of punishment or pleasure. In fact, it had been several months since she had given herself one. Why not she thought as she got up and went to her bedroom to take her clothes off. The thought of being naked for the rest of the afternoon and giving herself a couple of enemas made her cunt start moistening. She had always enjoyed the enemas knowing they made her horny bur never thought any deeper than her wet cunt.

She made sure the bag was filled to the brim before she threaded the hose into the throat. She hung the full bag on the IV stand she had purchased several years ago and rolled it out into the living room. She left the drapes open on the huge windows. Being sixteen stories up she never really worried about someone seeing her. But if there was someone it the building across the street, they would have a great show. The last thing she did was go into her closet and take the black box down.

Lifting the top off she took out the huge butt plug. She had tried several times to get it into her asshole, but she had always failed. She was determined that the huge plug was going in this time once the bag was empty. Walking back into the living room she used the small jar of Vaseline to lubricate the butt plug and the nozzle. Placing two of the pillows in the center of the couch she laid herself over them.

Now her ass was elevated above her shoulders giving the enema a downward flow. Reaching behind her she pushed the nozzle into her rectum. Taking a deep breath, she snapped the clamp open. She remembered well enough to keep the clamp in her hand. As she remembered the need to shit was suddenly very real. Closing the clamp, she tightened her rectum tightly around the slender nozzle. It took several seconds but she finally felt the pressure lessen as the enema found its route into her bowels.

Opening the clamp again she set the flow to very slow and placed her laptop in front of her. Yes, the enemas were definite. How do I feel about retaining an enema? Heather chuckled and gave that a definite yes too. The pressure in her bowels was slowly increasing as the bag delivered its load inside her. How do I feel about being restrained for the enemas? She thought on that one for a couple of seconds before she said yes to that one too.

The feeling of her bowels slowly filling and the questions were making her horny. She reached beneath herself until she found her hard clit. slowly she started making soft circles with her fingers. The pleasure she felt was enough the make her close her eyes. She could feel her orgasm slowly building deep inside her body, but she stopped rubbing. She wanted to feel the huge butt plug in her ass forcing her to hold her enema.

How did she feel about humiliation? Would she want to be forced to expel her enema in front of other people? Okay, that question was very bold. Heather had never thought about anything like that before. Reading further she found she would have no control at all in the situation if she did indeed choose it. Looking up she could see the bag was now empty. Her stomach felt bloated but not really painful.

Pulling the nozzle from her rectum she saw the brown paste between the flutes of the nozzle. Reaching up she hung the nozzle over the top of the empty bag. Reaching for the huge butt plug she spread her ass cheeks apart wider with her free hand. Kinking her back she raised her ass higher. She thought of herself as a nasty slut as she brought the plug to her anus.

Heather pushed firmly in short bursts as her rectum started yielding to the huge plug. The slight burning started the second her anus was forced to start opening. She back off and then pushed firmly again. She could feel her hole opening a bit wider every time she pushed. After close to a minute, she started getting more aggressive as she pushed. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she pushed hard.

Her rectum burned as she forced the plug in deeper. Her bare feet were in the air and kicking as she pushed harder. Dropping her face to the cushion she screamed as her asshole stretched over the widest part. Finally, she felt her rectum suck the butt plug in sealing the enema inside her. With her asshole still burning Heather responded yes to the question. She stood and started walking around her huge apartment and the more she thought about what the resort had to offer the more she convinced herself she had made the right choice.