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 The Presentation

   Chapter One

   This story is fiction.  No resemblance to persons living or dead is
intended nor should it be inferred.  Events described herein are in no way
to be considered as actual.

   The scene is an isolated private female prison.  The inmates here refer
to the prison as the oubliette, or place of isolation and forgetting.  The
cold water flowing at near freezing through the pipes is called Lethe, the
river of forgetfulness.  Most prisoners here have committed capital
offenses in countries without the death penalty.  Rather than suffer the
expense of long-term incarceration with a possibility of escape, pardon, or
parole, selected incorrigibles are sent to The Oubliette.

   Susan Stern struggled in and out of consciousness.  She was aware that
she was in a controlled environment, but unable to recognize her position
or focus on her surroundings.  She did know that her anus, vagina, and
urethra were sore and aching.  She felt a burning desire to urinate but,
for some unknown reason, was unable to piss.  Her arms and legs ached from
being strapped down for some indefinite period of time.  At last her
eyesight recovered and she saw a floor beneath her face and a large basin
partially filled with yellowish, straw colored liquid.  She then felt the
ooze of liquid through her hair, about her face.  and dripping into the
basin.  She heard female footsteps behind her and a sweet, overly polite
woman's voice.

   "Good, you are awake, Susan," the voice whispered.  "Now that you've
been drained it's time to let you fill up again." Susan felt a hand going
between her strapped legs.  She then realized that she was on a massage
table with her head in the opening, facing downwards.  She was totally
strapped in with her hands fastened behind her and high above her waist. 
The ropes were taut.  They were overly taut having been soaked in her urine
and allowed to partially dry.  She tried to hold her legs together to
prevent the hand from going between her thighs.

   "We aren't going to resist again, are we honey?" the voice asked.  Susan
felt a belt around her neck tighten.  She still resisted.  The belt
tightened and Susan momentarily lost consciousness.  She awoke to find the
unwanted hand holding the end of an indwelling catheter.  "let's have a
little tug now," the voice spoke.  White hot pain flashed through Susan's
urethra, bladder, and lower back as Mistress Melody pulled on an indwelling
catheter whose bulb was fully inflated inside Susan's bladder.  Susan
screamed in pain, now fully conscious.

   "Bad girl," Melody exclaimed.  "But no matter, soon you will be full
again.  I will just close this stopcock and we can wait.  Meanwhile that
urine will drain over your face and the ropes will dry and tighten.  You
see, it's just a matter of time."

   Susan tried to remember the circumstances that led to her being in this
situation.  She knew that such places existed, but always assumed that only
those felons guilty of capital offenses would ever be so imprisoned.  She
then realized that one of the men she once had compensated time with had
risen to a position of prominence in both the government and in the
underworld as well.  She remembers a last conversation where she had vowed
silence but somehow was unconvincing.  Then all was black, murky, and
foggy.

   Mistress Melody sweetly whispered to Susan: "We need to put in a larger
tube.  This one isn't big enough.  Relax and don't foolishly resist this
time." Melody deflated the indwelling bulb and slowly pulled the tube from
Susan's urinary tract.  It hurt like all hell.  Then Melody came back with
a larger gauge catheter and lubricated it with water soluble K.Y.  Jelly.
Susan could only see Melody's white shoes and cotton stockings.  Melody
reached down to show Susan the device to be inserted.  It was red rubber,
ugly, and cruel in appearance.  Susan retched but could not vomit.  Only
some yellow bile trickled from her parched mouth.

   Again she felt a woman's hand push to part her inner thighs.  Susan
tried to permit the intrusion but could not.  She struggled with her own
body and lost.  Once again she was choked into unconsciousness.  When she
recovered Mistress Melody was waiting.  "You need to enjoy this experience,
girl," she spoke softly.  Susan tried to arch her back and press her groin
against the stretcher, but Melody expertly located her meatus and inserted
the tip.  Susan's pee sloshed around and splattered into the basin below.
Slowly and painfully Melody inserted the red rubber indwelling catheter. 
Once in, she pumped up the bulb.  Then, in her sadistic manner, she pulled
against the bladder.

   Susan wondered how she would fill her bladder.  He mouth was parched and
her tongue swollen.  Certainly she hadn't drank any water in some time. 
Then it became clear, as well as the soreness in her anus and rectum. 
Mistress pushed a huge, inflatable enema nozzle to her buttocks.  It was
heavily lubricated and easily forced itself between squeezing, clenching
buttocks, parting her comely rosette and diving deeply into her rectum. 
Melody hummed a tune while she pumped up the inflatable butt plug.  Then
Mistress Melody hung a red douche bag and tube and allowed gravity to fill
Susan with cold water.  Susan's intestines cramped, but she was unable to
forestall the rush of chilling liquid.  Now it was clear, Melody was
hydrating Susan with enemas.

   "You are mine every morning, forever, honey," the voice, Melody's voice,
whispered to Susan.  Eventually we will expand your bladder to the size of
a basketball and train you to look pregnant for the boss.  And you will
learn to enjoy these morning sessions, too." Susan tried to shake her head
"no," but a wave of warm, viscous urine sloshed about her face.

   It seemed like forever, but after Mistress Melody was convinced that
Susan's bladder was distended enough for one session, she removed the
indwelling catheter and inflatable enema nozzle.  A burly male guard, know
as Gus, escorted Susan back to her cell.  There she was untied and left
alone.  The room had only a thick brown wool blanket and a hole in the
floor for waste.  Susan was able to expel some water from her colon but was
too swollen to urinate.  She wrapped herself up in the blanket and drifted
into sleep, more delirium than slumber.

   Gus entered the room and pulled Susan up by her sticky, urine-soaked
hair.  At that moment Susan realized that she was at last able to pee.  She
looked up at Gus with begging eyes but he was in no mood to wait.  He was
kind enough to take her slowly.  His massive penis slid in and out of her
Holy of Holies, rubbing and exciting.  He pulled her legs up to her face as
he pumped.  Then as a volcanic eruption, they came together.  She also
urinated uncontrollably.  Her orgasm was earth-shattering.

   "May I pee and get cleaned up?" Susan Stern asked.

   Gus shook his head "no." "May a girl pee and clean herself up, Master?"
he retorted.

   "May a girl pee and clean herself up, Master?" she begged.

   "Go piss," he responded.  "That's all that's allowed.  You have to be
dirty---sweaty and gritty---for Mistress Melody." Urination was incredibly
painful, but she managed.  She also felt some fecal matter in her bowels
but was way too sore and swollen to expel it.  Susan also felt that
Mistress Melody had plans to force more enemas into her in any case. 
Straining and possibly hurting herself might be a bad idea.

   "Something for your pussy," Gus uttered.  He pulled out a long black
cylinder and inserted it into her vagina.  Inside the hollow cylinder was a
stiff bristle baby bottle brush, which unfolded and filled her vagina. 
Susan screamed in pain.

   "Now you will keep your legs spread even when walking.  If you behave,
I'll put the tube back on before removing it.  Otherwise, you will have to
experience the action of the bristles on your pussy.  I think that you will
behave." Gus stated.

   "Yes, Master," Susan replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

   Gus seemed satisfied.  He put a long, thick leather belt around her neck
and led her from her cell.

   Chapter Two

   Each step was painful.  The bristles of the baby bottle brush irritated
and scratched the soft, tender lining of her love canal.  As she was being
led through the gray, concrete passageways to Mistress Melody's, she
noticed other girls being led also.  Each had the telltale brush handle
protruding from their vagina and the heavy belt around their necks.  Some
had their wrists cuffed behind their backs.  None seemed at ease walking
and enduring the bristled baby bottle brush.

   Once the two arrived at Lady Melody's, she approached Susan Stern and
reached for the wire brush handle, presumably to pull or twist it.  Gus
quickly pushed her hand away.  "She behaved," he snorted, "No need to
punish."

   "You mean she fucked you," Mistress Melody retorted, "or, better said,
she allowed you to fuck her.  Did you have to beg permission or was it
simply consensual?" Susan blushed but Gus kept his cool.

   "You might have to put your pussy where your mouth is woman," Gus
threatened.  "You know how the Boss feels about bitchy women?" As he spoke
he slide the black cylinder over the brush bristles and easily, painlessly
removed the offending device.  Mistress Melody promptly shut up and pulled
Susan over to the massage table.  The two wasted no time in buckling and
strapping her in.  Once bound and constrained, Gus unzipped his fly and
urinated on Susan's head, soaking her hair.  In a way she enjoyed the
masculine aroma of his pee

   Mistress Melody enjoyed the next part most of all.  It was the insertion
of a urinary indwelling catheter into Susan Stern's bladder.  She began by
pushing her hand between Susan's soft inner thighs.  This time Susan did
not resist.  She did tense and press her abdomen against the massage mat.
Melody's trained hands easily guided the pointed catheter tip into her
urethral meatus and slowly, painfully guided in the large gauge tube into
Susan.  Once in place, Melody inflated the bulb.  She gave the device a
hard pull.  There was no way the bulb could pull free.  Susan Stern gasped
and writhed.  The pain shot through her bladder, abdomen, and lower back.
She retched but was unable to vomit.

   Once the catheter was sealed in place and its stopcock closed, Mistress
Melody began the ritual of chilled water enemas.  When Susan felt the
heavily greased enema nozzle touch her buttocks, she clenched them
together. It was to no avail.  Melody forced the enema nozzle between her
glorious hemispheres and into her rectum.  Susan screamed as the huge
nozzle spread her anus.  Once inserted, Melody inflated the inflatable
nozzle collar.  There would be no removing this device until she was ready.

   And so the cycle continues.  Susan is hydrated and eventually her
bladder fills.  Mistress Melody makes Susan wait longer and longer before
releasing the stopcock and letting Susan enjoy being soaked in her piss and
feel it drain through her hair, over her face, and collect in a basin
beneath her.  Each time Susan's bladder is stretched more and more. 
Mistress Melody plans to stretch Susan so that she can contain two gallons
and have the definite appearance of being pregnant.  The Boss would enjoy
that!  Maybe even have a physician to induce lactation.

   Days rolled into weeks and weeks turned into months.  With constant
pressure, Mistress Melody was getting her way.  Susan Stern accepted the
grotesque deformation.  She exercised every day with sit-ups so that when
she was not being hydrated that she would at least look normal.  The
hardest part for her to endure wasn't the dilation or enemas or even the
catheter.  It was the lack of hygiene.  She reeked of urine and was never
permitted to wash or clean.  Her armpit hair blossomed as well and trapped
odors: sweat, fear, and sexual arousal.  She was slowly working to hook Gus
with her enlivened libido.  She was able to cum the moment his penis
touched her vulva and covered him with wet kisses.  There was no lack of
attention to cleaning him after sex.  She would even beg him to urinate in
her mouth, but he preferred to soak her hair and face on the massage table.
Perhaps it was to humiliate her or perhaps to impress Mistress Melody.
Just when all looked routine and unchanging, Gus led Susan Stern to
another event.  This time she would be used by Madam Lefleur.  The first
thing that Madam Lefleur did was to bathe Susan.  The second thing that she
did was to shave Susan's hairy armpits and hirsute hypogastric triangle. 
It took several shampoos to remove the caked and hardened urine and grease

from Susan's hair.  Susan was immediately attracted to Madam Lefleur.

   "Make no mistake about me, girl," Madam Lefleur cautioned.  "I have a
punishment rack should you disobey me in the least way.  You know that
secret veranda you prize so much?  That perineum, flesh between anus and
vulva?  That is mine to use or abuse.  It isn't easily seen but it can
exert a maximum of suffering."

   "Yes, Mistress," Susan Stern replied.

   Chapter Three

   Susan Stern knew that some event was about to transpire.  Gus instructed
her to exercise and tone her abs and legs.  Madam Lefleur was giving her
detailed instruction in posing and various and sundry ways to display
herself.  And Mistress Melody was even more intense on dilating Susan's
already huge bladder.

   One morning Susan was awakened, expecting to service Gus, but instead
was hustled over to Mistress Melody.  To her surprise no baby bottle
bristle brush was inserted.  Instead of the massage table, Susan was
strapped to a gynecological examination table.  Mistress Melody hung a
two-liter bag of warm water.  Was this to be another, different enema.

   Gus remained in the room while Mistress Melody inserted a special
catheter into Susan.  It was indwelling, but had a sleeve and a ribbed
tube, tapering from the end.  Once in and inflated it hurt like all hell,
inflating to distend and enlarge her urethra just below the bladder.  Then
Mistress Melody began to let the two-liter bag fill Susan's bladder.  It
felt good at first---a welcome respite from the cold enemas.  Then a second
two-liter bag and a third.  Susan was miserable and her abdomen was so full
that she looked pregnant.  The fourth two-liter bag was hung out.

   "Please, Mistress," Susan begged.  "That will injure me!"

   "Be quiet girl," Mistress Melody instructed and let the fourth bag drain
completely.  Then she removed the center insert from the catheter, leaving
only the bulb and inflated tube.  A tiny wire remained hanging from her
urethra.  She tucked the wire inside Susan's vulva, concealing it
completely.

   Gus and Melody helped Susan from the gynecological exam table.  She
looked like she was nine months pregnant.  She had trouble standing and
walking.  Gus led her to Madam Lefleur.  "Today is a special day for you,
Susan," Madam Lefleur stated.  "You will have an interview with the boss.
You come on as pregnant then briefly depart, then return toned and very
much not pregnant.  He will want to touch and feel your distended abdomen.
You will permit and encourage him.  Understood?" Madam Lefleur gave a
number of other caveats and warnings.

   Susan nodded her assent.  She was very uncomfortable.  Her urethra was
on fire with pain and the thin wire somehow irritated her pussy.

   The room had a large round table in the center with a polished brass
pole.  Seated in a comfortable chair was "The Boss." Susan entered naked,
flanked on her right by Gus and on her left by Madam Lefleur.

   "Come, let me see this work of art," the Boss commanded.  Susan
approached and stood directly in front of him with legs parted and hands
behind her back.  He stood up and forced two fingers deep into her pussy.
She was wet with excitation, having learned to use her sex to her
advantage.

   "May a girl cum, Master?" Susan pleaded with hopeful eyes.

   The Boss smiled and finger fucked her.  "Yes!" he snorted.  She came. 
Her honey nectar oozed from her pussy and streaked down her legs.  She was
crimson with embarrassment as he continued to finger her and she squirted
more juice.  Her bladder was killing her with throbbing aches.  The Boss
felt her firm abdomen and then slapped it hard.  Susan didn't scream but
salty tears trickled down hot pink cheeks.

   "Kneel here and tell me your history, girl!" the Boss commanded.  Susan
complied.  Kneeling with two gallons of water in her belly was
excruciating. She began to narrate her experiences.

   "I was about nine or ten years old when I first became aware of my
cunt," she began.  "I had heard older girls talking and decided to explore.
My hole was so small that I worked with various objects to enlarge it.  I
also found that rubbing my clit was a fun thing to do."

   The Boss listened intently.  Gus and Madam Lefleur smiled as the girl
was pleasing to the boss.

   Susan continued: "This girl's first sex was just before her eleventh
birthday.  Her first sex was out of curiosity, because she realized the
power issues.  Girl tempted a sixteen -year-old boy.  At the time a
pre-teen girl found him so mature, so adult.  It worked out just fine.  We
were in the foothills.  He did me on a patch of moss and grass.  There was
no blood.  This girl had masturbated too often to still bleed.  She had
also inserted things.

   Susan Stern described her first period.  "My friends were having them;
this girl was well prepared and curious.  She felt things going on in her
body and was nervous; a girl felt as if something great was about to
happen. This girl had purchased tampons and experimented with them.  Her
vagina saw semen before menstrual blood!  In school this girl would run to
the bathroom every break to check.  One wonderful day when she was walking
home from the bus she felt it start.  When she got home her parents were
still at work and her brothers were out also.  This girl squatted in the
shower in her school girl uniform minus socks and skirt and panties and
watched it ooze out.  She touched it on her fingers and sniffed it and
tasted it.  It tasted something like blood, but different.  This girl was
just so fascinated: Womanhood!

   "Now dance for me!" The Boss ordered, pointing to the brass pole.  Susan
shuddered with fright.  But this is the Boss.  She stood trembling and went
to the table and began a pole dance.  She was ill-trained for the dance and
lacked the finesse and composure of a dancer.  After a few minutes the Boss
said "enough." "You say that you can undo that pregnancy?  Then do so,
fifteen minutes no more!"

   "Yes, Boss," both Gus and Madam Lefleur responded.  They hustled Susan
to the nearest water closet.  After seating her on a toilet, Madam Lefleur
found the tiny wire and pulled it.  The catheter bulb deflated and water,
urine and all, gushed forth.  For a full five minutes she emptied.  Still
she wasn't empty.  Her urethra was too swollen and painful.  Madam Lefleur
brought out a whistle tip catheter, a metal catheter guide, and some
lubricant.  Susan looked with pleading eyes, knowing what had to be.  The
insertion was excruciating.  She was able to completely void her bladder.
Gus had her do many exercises and Madam Lefleur wiped her sweated body. 
Just in time they returned her to be Boss.  He touched her flat belly with
amazement.

   "Well done, well done," he exclaimed.  "If only she would make some milk
for my coffee." All smiled.
   3 Oct 2009