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Crawl
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Boyfriend has a drinking problem and promises to do 
something about it but his girlfriend makes a deal 
with him that he has to live up to. (Fdom/M, nc, bd, 
fisting, anal, alcohol)

***

"Are you calling me an alcoholic," said Jess.

"Are you even listening to me," said Charlene. "I'm 
calling you an immature, clueless jerk who refuses to 
grow up. Yes, I know you never drink on workdays. But 
when I'm not with you and nagging you constantly, you 
just don't know when to stop. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm working on it," said Jess. "You need to give me 
some space."

"Just the opposite," said Charlene. "I need to get in 
your face. It's just pure luck that you haven't been 
caught DUI yet or killed somebody when you drive home. 
Lately, you've been so far gone that you can't even be 
quiet when you come home. And last night, you barely 
made it to bed before you passed out. It's disgusting 
trying to sleep next to a stinking distillery."

"I'm sorry, Charlene," he said. "But I promise you 
that I'm going to stop."

"Your promises are worth the paper they're not written 
on," she said. "Have you even made an appointment with 
a therapist yet?"

"No, not yet," he said.

"What are you waiting for?" she said.

"I think I can work through this myself," he said. "I 
don't need a shrink."

"Well, I'm getting tired of waiting for you, Jess," 
she said. "I guess it's my fault. You were doing this 
in college, but I thought you'd grow out of it. As 
much as I love you, I'm not going to marry you as long 
as you keep bingeing, and I'm not going to wait much 
longer. If you do this one more time, I think I might 
be ready to move out."

"Wait a minute, Charlene," he said. "How is that going 
to help anything?"

"I would feel bad about not being able to help you," 
she said. "And I'll feel guilty when I read about your 
being arrested and imprisoned for drunk driving or 
manslaughter. But if I continue to do nothing, I'm 
going to feel even more guilty. I wish I knew a magic 
pill that would cure you, but even if I did, you 
probably wouldn't take it."

"Yes I would," he said.

"That's what you say now," she said. "What if I could 
find a pill like that and put it on the table in front 
of us next week and you refused to swallow it? Would 
you give me permission to force it down your throat?"

"I don't get you," he said. "You're not as strong as I 
am," he said. "If I resisted, you couldn't make me."

"But what if you were drunk," she said. "I'm pretty 
strong, and if you were drunk, you'd be helpless. I 
could force you to do anything I wanted, and I could 
force you to swallow that pill."

"What are we talking about?" he said.

"We're talking about my question, which you didn't 
answer," she said. "If you didn't want to take the 
pill that would cure you from your binge drinking, 
would you give me permission to force you to take it? 
Yes or no?"

"What difference does it make?" he said. "There is no 
pill."

"Yes or no?" she said. "I want an answer. You know 
what I'm thinking right now. I'm thinking your answer 
is also going to be the answer to whether our 
relationship continues. So what is it, yes or no?"

"I guess it has to be yes," he said.

"That's not an answer," she said. "I want it simple 
and clear. Wait. Let me take this piece of paper and 
get a pen. I'm going to write down your two choices, 
and then I want you to read the one you choose out 
loud to me."

When she had finished writing, he looked at the paper 
a while and looked up at her. There was a steely, 
determined look in her eyes, so he decided he better 
not mess with her.

He read his answer: "Yes, I give you permission to 
force me to take the medicine that will cure my binge 
drinking. There, are you satisfied?"

"Not yet," she said. "I want you to cross out the 
other choice on the paper and sign your name below the 
choice you just read. Good. Now give me the paper."

"You know this isn't legal," he said. "There are no 
witnesses or anything."

"Yes there are," she said, "you and me. We both know 
you agreed. When you get into your car while you're 
drunk, you're not legal either. So this piece of paper 
is enough for me.

"If you tell me you've starting going to a therapist 
or AA meetings or you're doing anything to work on 
this, I don't need this piece of paper. But I'm 
warning you, if you ever come home again like last 
night, I'm going to put a lot of effort into finding 
some kind of medicine to cure you. You may not like 
it, but you're going to take it. I hope I can find the 
right medicine the first time, but if it doesn't work, 
I'll keep looking and trying medicines until I either 
find one that works or torment you so much that I 
drive you away."

"I'll never leave you, Charlene," he said.

***

The conversation convinced Jess he better do 
something. But as much as he hated to talk about his 
problem to Charlene, he hated to talk to anyone else 
even more. So he decided to solve it by himself. 
Charlene asked him about what he was doing a couple 
times, but after he told her he was handling it, she 
stopped asking and began encouraging him. As the weeks 
went by, she complimented him and told him how happy 
she was.

A couple of college buddies happened to have business 
trips that brought them to town at the same time, and 
they decided to stay over and get together Saturday 
night. Neither of them had their wives with them, Jess 
told Charlene.

"Do you need me to go with you?" she said.

"No," he replied. "I'll handle it."

But he didn't. He realized later that he shouldn't 
have let them talk him into going to the hot singles 
bar so they could ogle the women. The music was loud, 
and they had to shout at each other and he found 
himself losing track of how many drinks he had. After 
a while, he was in his binge zone. He couldn't 
remember how he got home, but when he got into the 
house from the garage, his mind somehow focused on one 
thing: not to wake up Charlene when he went to bed.

After bumping into a few things and making noises, he 
decided it would be safer not to walk. So he got down 
on the floor and began to crawl. He put all his 
efforts into crawling slowly up the stairs without 
making a sound, but he was so intoxicated and tired 
that he was getting sleepy. As he crawled down the 
soft, thick carpet in the hallway that led to their 
bedroom, he was blinking his eyes to stay awake, but 
it was getting harder and harder. Finally, just 
outside the open bedroom door, he put his head on the 
carpet and passed out.

That's where he woke up the next morning. He was still 
wearing his clothes, so he quickly figured out what 
had happened. He saw the bedroom was empty and the bed 
was made, so he took a shower, brushed his teeth, put 
on some clothes and went downstairs. Charlene was in 
the kitchen. "I made you a sandwich for you to eat 
while you're watching the football games," she said. 
"I've got to go out." She didn't say it as if she was 
never coming back, he thought to himself and wondered 
what he should say.

"I'm sorry," he said finally. "It won't happen again."

She looked at him, but he couldn't figure out what she 
was thinking. Did she believe him? Did he believe 
himself? Why didn't she say something? Jess was 
scared.

After gazing at him a minute, she said, "I'll be back 
in time for us to go out for dinner," and then she 
turned and left.

***

Charlene didn't say anything about that night to him 
later or in the next few weeks, except for once. It 
was a remark that came out of the blue, when they were 
having dinner at an expensive restaurant to celebrate 
his birthday. He ordered two wines by the glass and no 
cocktail and was feeling good about himself, when she 
asked him the question.

"When you came home drunk a couple of weeks ago, were 
you crawling on the floor?" she said.

"What?" he said, because it took him a few seconds to 
understand what she was asking. "Uh, yes. I didn't 
want to wake you up, and I think that I thought it 
would be quieter for me to crawl to bed. But I guess I 
never made it. I don't remember much about that 
night."

"Thanks," she said. "You answered my question." She 
changed the subject, and he was afraid to go back 
there and tell her again how sorry he was.

He was feeling really good about himself again a few 
months later and was thinking about where to take 
Charlene for a surprise celebration of three months 
without bingeing when he got blindsided. He and 
Charlene were at a hockey game in his company's box. 
He had one martini, and her look told him he wouldn't 
be drinking another one. She was talking to the two 
other wives who were there, and he and the husbands, 
three executive assistants and two of their boyfriends 
were watching the game and talking office politics.

At the start of the second period, the wives announced 
they were leaving to go to a nearby mall, and if they 
didn't return, the men should carpool home. "Should I 
drive?" Charlene asked him, "and you can get a ride 
home." She looked at him, and he knew why she was 
asking the question.

"No, I'm fine," he said. And he felt fine and in no 
danger.

But after the wives left, the other husbands ordered 
more drinks, and they began getting frisky with the 
assistants. The boyfriends didn't seem to care because 
they saw that their girlfriends were getting horny and 
figured they'd be the beneficiaries later. But the 
woman who came stag latched onto Jess as her temporary 
date.

She began flirting with him and touching him and 
continued to drink. She told him a couple of times 
that it wasn't fair that he wasn't drinking with her. 
He finally decided to have one more whiskey, and then 
the walls came down. He didn't remember much 
afterward, but he remembered entwining with her in the 
back of the company box while the others were in the 
window seats. Their hands were all over each other, 
and he was sure everyone heard her orgasms as he 
fingered her. 

She wouldn't be satisfied until her handjob made him 
come on his pants. It was a good thing the pants were 
dark. He went down the hall to the john and washed 
himself off but then had trouble finding the box 
again. She wanted him to take her home, but he wasn't 
too drunk to know how dangerous that would be, so he 
made sure she got a ride with one of the boyfriends, 
the one who seemed the most sober.

Once again, he didn't remember how he got home, but he 
remembered being scared when he walked in from the 
garage. And after a few bumps, he again dropped to his 
hands and knees and began crawling. He tried to 
concentrate with all his might, but he was so tired 
and drunk that even the first stair was too much for 
him. He fell into a heap in front of the staircase and 
hit his head on one of the stairs.

Before he fell asleep, he saw a light go on upstairs, 
and it scared him. He drifted off into a strange 
nightmare. Part of it involved his stomach and strange 
feelings inside of him. At the same time as he was 
experiencing these uncomfortable feelings, he was 
outside of his body like a ghost and looking at 
himself.

The person -- himself -- that he was looking at was in 
a bathroom -- it was their downstairs bathroom -- and 
he was expelling solids and liquids from every opening 
in his body. If he wasn't throwing up in the sink, he 
was on the toilet. Everything was streaming out of 
him.

There was someone else there in the dream, but he 
couldn't see who it was at first. After a couple of 
rounds of disgusting stuff pouring into the sink and 
toilet, he saw it was Charlene, and she was naked, and 
she was dragging a naked body around. She dumped the 
dead body into the shower, and then she got into the 
shower with it and began washing it. As she rolled it 
over, he saw the face of the dead body and screamed. 
The body was him. That's when he woke up.

It was light when he woke, still feeling funny inside. 
At first he wasn't sure if he was awake, because 
everything seemed strange. He was lying on his 
stomach, but not on the floor or the carpet. He was on 
some kind of plastic sheet. He was naked. And all 
around him were heavy ropes. They weren't tied to him, 
but he could feel them covering his body.

Then he realized why he was feeling funny inside. 
Something was pushing into his anus. He tried to move 
away from whatever it was, and that's when he realized 
he had handcuffs on.

He was able to scoot forward away from the thing at 
his anus, but when he tried to stand up, he couldn't 
get further than a squat before hitting his head 
against ropes woven together above him. He saw that 
the ropes were in a wide pattern, and he could have 
pulled them apart and gotten out, but the handcuffs 
prevented him from doing that.

He squatted for a while, but then that became tiring, 
and he dropped to his hands and knees. Then he heard 
Charlene's voice behind him.

"That was great, Jess," she said. He couldn't see her 
when he turned his head, so he tried to turn his whole 
body around. There wasn't enough room inside the 
tangled ropes, but he got a glimpse of her by twisting 
his body. It was enough to see that she was in the 
rope tunnel right behind him, and she was naked.

"What's going on, Charlene?" he said. "Did you put 
these handcuffs on me?"

"Yes, Jess," she said. "You're busted. Just thank 
you're lucky stars that I put them on before the 
police did. I'm not sending you to prison."

"OK, Charlene," he said. "I get it. Now let me out of 
here."

"Not just yet," she said. "First say hello to Irene. 
Look to your left. She's the one kneeling on the floor 
with the video camera. She's going to be filming your 
medicine this morning. See this can of Crisco outside 
the ropes. I was stuffing it into your anus, and she 
was filming, waiting for you to wake up. I got nearly 
a third of the can inside you before you finally came 
to life, but I think she got all your wonderful 
expressions as you woke up and began to feel what was 
happening."

"I don't understand what you're doing, Charlene," he 
said.

"Let me explain, Jess," she said. "When I woke up and 
saw you passed out in the hallway upstairs a few 
months ago, I realized that you weren't going to be 
able to cure your drinking problem by yourself. Even 
when you held out for months, eventually you always 
had a relapse. Sooner or later your luck would run 
out, and you'd be dead in a car crash or in prison for 
years. That's when I started working on your medicine.

"I knew it would happen again, so I worked hard to get 
this ready, and I finished last week. I didn't think 
last night would be the night, but I knew that I'd 
have to give you the medicine eventually. By the way, 
did you know you had come on your pants?"

"I am so ashamed of that, Charlene," he said. "Will 
you ever forgive me? Are you going to leave me?"

"I've already forgiven you, but you better see a 
doctor this week to check for STDs if you didn't use a 
rubber," she said.

"It wasn't like that," he said. "She just used her 
hands."

"Good," said Charlene. "Anyway, you're forgiven, 
because cheating is not your problem. Alcohol is. 
Whatever you did, I know you wouldn't have done it if 
you hadn't been drunk."

"That's right," he said, "and you know what, Charlene, 
I'm going to call a therapist the first thing tomorrow 
morning. I see now that you were right. I need help to 
get through this. My pride is gone. Now let me out of 
here. I'm willing to do what you say, because I don't 
want to take a chance on losing you."

"That's great," said Charlene. "I'm going to help you 
follow through on what you just told me, and I know 
you keep your promises. My cure is going to help the 
process. And after this morning, the therapy is going 
to be easy for you by comparison."

"No, Charlene," he said. "This is not the way to do 
it. I told you I'm going to cooperate. I'm the one who 
needs to do this, not you. Now let me out of here."

"Not yet, Jess," she said. "Part of your problem has 
been that you've insisted on being in charge. And 
you're still doing that right now. But I'm not 
listening anymore. Tomorrow, you'll take ownership of 
your problem, but for today, I'm in charge, and you're 
going to take your medicine."

"But whatever you're planning, I'm not going along," 
he said. "You're not going to accomplish anything."

"We'll see about that," she said. "Don't forget, you 
gave me permission to force you to take the medicine. 
I have that in writing. I've listened to you, but now 
it's time for you to listen to me or else we're going 
to be here all day.

"You helped me think up this cure. The first time you 
came home and began crawling, I was shocked at what 
your boozing had turned you into. You couldn't even 
stand up like a man anymore. You were turning into 
some kind of animal. The thought came to me that 
eventually, you wouldn't even be able to crawl, and 
you'd have to move on your belly like a snake. You 
were like evolution going backwards.

"All these crazy thoughts ended up helping me create 
your medicine. Since you don't mind crawling like an 
animal, that's what you're going to do today. The 
ropes are braided loosely to form a kind of tunnel, 
but it's a transparent tunnel, so Irene can film 
everything that happens as you are crawling. As you've 
already found out, the ropes are anchored, so they'll 
give a little but not enough to let you stand up.

"You may be able to squat for a while, but I'm right 
behind you, and you won't squat for long, because it's 
easy for me to give you a little push and topple you 
forward. With those handcuffs keeping your arms in 
front of you, there's not much you can do. So what you 
need to do is start crawling on your hands and knees. 
The rope tunnel is in a circle and goes around our 
living room, so you'll be crawling around and around 
until we're done. Think of it as a horizontal hamster 
wheel. When you're drunk, your brain shrinks to the 
size of a hamster's. It's time to start crawling now, 
so get going, Jess."

"No, I'm not," he said. "I'm tired, and I'm just going 
to stretch out here under your ropes and rest until 
you come to your senses."

"I don't think so," she said. "I explained how the 
crawling was supposed to remind you how low you've 
gone. But I didn't tell you about the part that will 
remind you why you don't want to go to prison for 
killing someone while driving drunk. Here's how that 
reminder works.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I just put a finger into your anus," she said. "It 
went in easily because of all the Crisco. When you're 
in prison, you need to be lubed up and ready at all 
times, because most of the guys who are bigger than 
you will be at least this big. Do you feel my second 
finger?"

"Stop it!" he yelled. "That's sick."

"I'm just getting you used to it," she said. "In 
prison, you better try to keep moving, because two 
fingers can easily turn into three, like this. If you 
just keep on lying there, you're going to make it easy 
for your cellmate.

"Oh, I see you changed your mind, and you're in a 
hurry now, like a big hamster. Yes, crawl as fast as 
you can. I'm right behind you. Why are you stopping?"

"You didn't take your fingers out" he said.

"That's right," she said, "just like in prison. The 
fingers are now part of Jess. They're staying in 
there, and you can feel how I'm moving them around 
inside and also slowly in and out. They're sliding 
through the Crisco easily. This is much easier than 
last night, when I had to give you two enemas and a 
shower while you were dead weight."

"I thought that was a dream," he said.

"Maybe for you," she said. "I also had to clean where 
you threw up. It wasn't a dream for me, but I wanted 
you all shiny clean for Irene's video. I think your 
insides might be totally empty now, and you'd probably 
feel hungry if I wasn't distracting you. After we're 
done, I'll fix you a big breakfast if you want.

"Anyway, the fingers stay, so you need to start 
moving. Because while you're crawling, it's a little 
harder for me to put fingers in you, like this. Oh, 
that fourth one really got you going, so I'll have to 
talk while we crawl.

"I'm going to put as many fingers in you as I can 
while you're crawling, Jess. You're bigger than me, so 
you normally could crawl a lot faster, but the 
handcuffs slow you down just enough so that I can 
sometimes catch up to you and do this. Did you feel me 
push the four fingers to the second knuckle for a 
second? I thought so. There I did it again.

"I'm going to go slowly because I want to open you up 
without tearing you. I've watched some videos on the 
Internet, and that's why I'm using lots of lube. In 
fact, I want to put some more Crisco into you now, so 
let's stop when we get close to the can.

"I don't think you heard me, Jess, because you kept 
right on crawling past the Crisco. If you don't begin 
to slow down now, I'm going to have to put on the 
brakes. You need to do what I say, Jeff, so we can 
finish the medicine. You're not listening.

"We're getting close to the Crisco, so here go the 
brakes. Wow! I've never heard your voice so loud and 
so high. These brakes really squeal, but they're 
effective and so accessible. All I had to do was reach 
down between your legs and grab those round things 
hanging down with my left hand and pull back as hard 
as I could. Did you notice my four fingers on my right 
hand never stopped going in and out of you.

"Now, stay put for a few seconds. I'm going to pull my 
fingers out, grab a big gob of Crisco and push it in. 
There. Wait till you see the video. I opened up a huge 
hole, and the Crisco just fell into it. It's starting 
to close, but I think I can get some more Crisco in. 
Yes, it went in. Now here go my four fingers again. 
It's time to start crawling.

"You might think about moving a little faster now, 
Jess, because I'm not stopping with four fingers. I 
don't think you felt what I just did, because I tucked 
my thumb behind the fingers, so I'm getting all five 
fingers going in and out of you now. Look at your rump 
moving from side to side. Are you doing that 
intentionally, or is it just an automatic reaction 
trying to shake me loose.

"But I'm not coming loose, Jess. My whole arm is 
moving with your ass, and when I can get closer for a 
second, I'm starting to do this. Did you feel a little 
push there? I'm starting to make my push to get my 
whole hand inside you. I'm going to fist you just like 
you're probably going to get fisted in prison. But 
there most of the hands will be much bigger than mine.

"I think I got a fraction deeper with that push. It 
certainly propelled you. My five fingers almost came 
out, but not quite. I could tell you when I'm about to 
make a push, so you could try to relax your anal 
muscles, but it's more effective if you're surprised -
- like that. I really felt like your muscles were 
about to let me in that time before you moved away. It 
shouldn't be long now. Maybe a few more pushes.

"I hear you breathing heavily from all the effort. If 
you want to take a break now, it will make this easier 
on you and probably less painful. You don't have to 
say anything, because I can tell your voice is nearly 
gone from all the yelling and screaming. Just slow 
down gradually. I'm with you all the way. Do you feel 
the five fingers going in and out slower?

"OK. Now to make it easier, get fully upright on your 
hands and knees. That opens you more than any other 
position. What are you saying? I can barely hear you. 
Yes, Jess, this is necessary, or I wouldn't be doing 
it. You've got to take the medicine, and I think we 
both already know that this dose has to be strong, 
because you don't ever want a second one.

"There, your breathing sounds better now. Try to relax 
as much as you can while I do this. I'm going to stop 
going in and out now and compact my fingers as much as 
I can. Now, I'm starting to push just a little. Don't 
move away like that or else I'll have to push more. 
That's it. Spread your legs further. And if you can, 
try to push out like you're going to the bathroom. 
That will open you up more.

"I'm not applying much pressure, but your body senses 
that the pressure is not going to stop, so it's 
working on a way to let me get through so the pain of 
the stretching is relieved. I'm so tight in you that I 
can feel your muscles as they're trying to make way 
for me. They're talking to me and telling me that 
you're going to be all right, that you may feel 
humiliated right now and be in pain for a week or two. 
But they're telling me that this vile medicine is what 
you've been needing for a long time to put a halt to 
your illness.

"I feel something. Yes, yes. Look at that. I'm all the 
way in, up to my wrist. That's it Jess. I hear you 
sobbing. Yes, cry, Jess. Cry away your binges. Wash 
them away in a river of tears. Embrace your pain and 
mortification so that you remember it always.

"You're already pretty much degraded, Jesss, but I 
want to make sue the medicine works, so I have to take 
you even lower. For now, let's stop and let you cry 
for the camera while I open up my hand inside you and 
wiggle my fingers a little so they don't get cramps. 
Did you get all the drama of the hand going in and 
Jess's reaction, Irene?

"Good. Now focus on his anus again, because I'm going 
to pull out very slowly. But before I do that, I'm 
going to ball up my hand inside him into a fist. Now, 
I'm starting to pull. Jess, get ready, because it's 
going to be a lot harder coming out than going in.

"My wrist is out now, and you should see how stretched 
your muscles are as my fist is pulling them. That's 
it. Keep saying "Ow!" like that, loud and quick, over 
and over. I think that's helping. I'm pulling slowly, 
so the pain is lasting longer and your body is going 
wild. But if I pulled fast now, I think you would 
tear, and there would be lots of blood, and I'd have 
to take you to the hospital for stitches, and it would 
be months before the stitches would come out and even 
with pain killers, you'd be in pain for a long time. 
We don't want that.

"The Crisco is squirting out around my hand, and I see 
your anus starting to pull away from me. It's like I'm 
taking off a tight glove, but at least the Crisco is 
making it smoother. Oh, here it comes. What a noise! 
It sounded like a pop but with a lot of yucky, sloppy 
echo. That was all the Crisco that came out with it.

"Your hole looks incredible now. It's huge and empty. 
I can't believe it can get any larger, but we'll see. 
For now, I'm enjoying watching it. It's waiting for 
the fist to go back in, but now it realizes that it 
gets to take a break and it's slowly starting to close 
up. It's amazing how it's getting smaller and smaller, 
until it's the nice little rosebud that you started 
with.

"When we're done today, you're going to have plenty of 
time to recover and get back to normal, but I've heard 
that prisoners who do this almost every day eventually 
stretch their muscles so much that their hole never 
gets tight again, and that can be a problem. But not 
for you. You're nice and tight down there, and we're 
going to leave your anus for a while now and focus on 
your cheeks.

"I want you to feel the pain that you've inflicted on 
your family and friends and -- most of all -- on me 
when you endanger yourself and others. What you were 
doing was totally selfish and self-centered, just like 
a small child. So you're going to be punished like a 
child. I'll play the role of your mommy.

"I want to make sure you never put yourself in danger 
again, so I'm going to do this. That was good, Jess. I 
wasn't sure if I could get through to you with my bare 
hand and thought of a ruler or a paddle, but I prefer 
this, because it's more loving. And I see that if I 
put all my energy into the swat, it's pretty 
effective.

"OK, here's another one. I'm going to do the same 
thing as with my fingers, start slowly and then 
gradually pick up the pace. I don't think it's going 
to take long to break you down, because you've already 
been through a lot. But hold it in like that and keep 
your mouth tight. That will make it so much more 
powerful when you begin blubbering like a little boy.

"I see your cheeks are already getting a little rosy. 
I want to make them bright red, like a candy apple. 
You won't be able to sit down without a cushion for 
weeks. I hear it coming. You're about to lose it. 
That's it, Jess. Sob as loud as you want. Irene's mike 
is capturing every sound of my hand smacking your 
cheeks and every shriek as you feel the sting and 
every sob. And her camera sees every tear running down 
your face.

"OK, I think you've almost had enough. But before I 
can stop, I need to hear your little boy voice begging 
his mommy to stop spanking him, promising her he'll be 
good, telling her how sorry he is that he made her 
worry about him. You think up the words, and say them 
in a tiny, high voice, like a child.

"I know it's hard to do while I'm increasing the speed 
and trying to smack you even harder, but you can do 
it. That's a good start. The words were too adult and 
the voice was too low. Try it again. That's much 
better, but I know you can do even better than that, 
so I'm encouraging you by hitting as hard and fast as 
I can. I'm amazed at how much strength I have left. I 
think it's the adrenaline. Come on, Jess, focus!

"There, I think you've made the breakthrough. That's 
how you do it. You actually became the little boy for 
a while, and you weren't acting anymore, were you? It 
was so realistic that I almost didn't stop because I 
was so enchanted. But I've stopped now, and I'm going 
to rest while you have your good cry.

"We're nearly halfway there, so while you rest, let me 
tell you about the rest of your medicine.

"First, we're going to start crawling around again, 
and I'm going to carefully work my hand into you once 
more. But this time we're going to keep on crawling, 
and it's going to be different. I won't make a fist. 
Instead, I'm going to keep my fingers as tightly 
together inside you as I can. Whenever you slow down 
or rest, I'm going to carefully push deeper into you.

"I've watched videos on the Internet, and I've checked 
out the size of the men and the women who do 
incredible things to them. I think you're big enough 
and my arm is slim enough that I can get up into you 
all the way to my shoulder. Don't worry, I'll be 
patient. I'm incredibly excited about this, but I'm 
going to control myself and do it very slowly. But 
when I'm all the way in, you're going to hear my rebel 
yell.

"I was thinking about trying to do this with both 
arms, but I decided I didn't want to take a chance on 
splitting you in two. I'll play with you a little with 
my arm completely inside you. I've got an idea for a 
cute puppet show, and you'll be the puppet, and I'll 
be the puppetmaster, controlling you from inside.

"It's just a short show for Irene, and after we 
finish, I'll pull my arm out slowly. Once I get to the 
wrist, I'm going to start slowly working my entire 
hand in and out of you. It will need some more Crisco, 
I think, but eventually there won't be any resistance 
to it going in smoothly to the wrist and coming all 
the way out. After that's working well, I'm going to 
make a fist again when I pull out.

"Eventually the fist will come out as easily as the 
hand, and then I'm going to make a fist going in. It's 
called punching. At first, going in will be a little 
harder with the whole fist, and I'll have to slow the 
motion to a soft push. But after a while, when your 
anus continues to stretch open to accommodate me, I'll 
be able to pretend like I'm boxing your anus and push 
right in and pull right out. I can't imagine what it 
will feel like to you, but we'll find out.

"We'll stop occasionally, so Irene can get some good 
video of your empty hole getting larger and larger, 
and then we'll do something even more exciting. First, 
I'll open up my fist so there's more room, and then 
I'm going to add a finger on my other hand. I'll keep 
adding fingers until I've got my whole left hand and 
whole right hand going in and out together.

"We'll start slowly and then increase the pace. And 
then I want to try what I've seen some women do in the 
Internet. I'll leave one hand inside you while the 
other one continues going in and out. Then I start the 
second one, but I pull it out when the first one goes 
in.

"If I can do it right, it looks incredible, because 
one hand is always going in while the other one is 
coming out, so you're never going to feel empty.

"Once I get that perfect, I'll go back to both hands 
doing it together again, and I'm going to see how fast 
I can go and for how long. When I finish that, I think 
both of us are going to be exhausted. So you should be 
loose and relaxed enough for the biggest challenge. 
I'm going to make both my hands into fists inside you 
and then pull them out slowly.

"I've only see one video like that, and I couldn't 
tell if it was real or computer-assisted graphics, so 
if I see that you are about to come apart, I'll give 
that up, but it's worth a try. If I can do it, I'm 
sure you'll remember it for a long time.

"Then as long as I've opened your anus up so wide, I'm 
going to finish with a little humiliation. My left 
hand will easily go inside you, but instead of 
brutalizing you, this time it's going to soothe you. 
I'll be gently feeling around in there for your 
prostrate. While I'm looking, my right hand will be 
working your penis and testicles.

"It will be like masturbating you, but it won't feel 
good. Even though there will be Crisco everywhere from 
the stuff that came out of your anus, I'll be 
squeezing your penis tightly as I stroke it up and 
down. And when I drop the penis to work on your balls, 
I'll be squeezing them and pulling them hard in 
different directions.

"The rough friction and pulling will hurt you, but at 
the same time, it will stimulate you. Your penis will 
not ever get hard and solid, but sort of halfway 
there, still flabby but a little more puffed up. Once 
I get it to the right spot, my left hand inside you 
will press the button. The button is your prostrate, 
and when it's massaged the right way and you're 
stimulated, it will release your semen.

"Your penis will be hanging down below you, and a 
little of the semen will dribble out. That will tell 
me I've succeeded and that your semen has entered your 
penis. But it won't spurt out, because the pain I'm 
causing to your penis and testicles will prevent you 
from ejaculating. So I'll be milking it out of you.

"I'll start up where your penis meets your balls with 
two fingers and my thumb around you and squeeze as 
tight as I can as I pull my fingers slowly down to the 
tip of your penis. It will look like I'm squeezing a 
tube of toothpaste, especially since you have really 
thick white semen.

"The semen will ooze out of your penis. You may feel 
it a little, but it won't feel good, because of my 
fingers squeezing down hard on your penis and my hand 
inside your anus. I may have to squeeze the tube two 
or three times to get all the semen out.

"When I've finished, your come will be out of you, but 
without you coming. I wonder what that will feel like. 
You'll have to tell me later. I'll have you move back 
up and look at the big puddle of come that came out of 
you. I was thinking of forcing you to lick it all up 
like the men to do on the Internet, but I decided that 
might be too much.

"Does it sound like I'm excited about all this? I'm 
not going to lie and tell you this hurts me more than 
it hurts you. I've had at least a couple orgasms 
already, and I expect to have more once we do the 
double fisting and the milking. But I'm not ashamed. I 
know that I would never have thought of this stuff if 
you hadn't forced me. Now that my mind is wrapped 
around it, it's opened some sexual pleasure zone 
inside my brain, and I'm not going to repress it.

"So what else is there to say? When you've been 
milked, we will be finished, except for one thing. I 
want you to tell me and the camera exactly what you're 
feeling and what you're thinking. I don't care what 
you say, because my part will be finished.

"You may say some things you'll want to take back 
later, or you may never take them back. The reason I 
want you to talk is not for me. It's so that if you 
forget all about what you're feeling right now in five 
or ten years, you can watch the video and see exactly 
what this moment was like for you. Your voice and your 
tears and your words will convey all the horror, pain 
and humiliation you're feeling.

"Of course, people lie to the camera all the time, but 
I think when I've finished with your medicine, you 
will speak the raw, brutal, painful truth. I expect 
you to be savage with your words about me, because of 
what I'm doing to you. Right now, you probably hate me 
like you've never hated anyone before.

"That's the only thing that made me hesitate about 
doing this. I knew I had to push you over the edge to 
have any chance to cure you, but by doing that, there 
was a good chance that I would also destroy your love 
for me. But I asked myself what would prove my love 
more, giving in to you and waiting for that call from 
the police or the hospital, or destroying your 
feelings for me while saving your life? The decision 
was painful, because I know that what I'm doing today 
may be the end of us. If it is, I hope someday you can 
understand why I did this for you.

"Well, you're probably tired of my blabbering and 
you've had some rest, so let's get started. You need 
to begin crawling again, and I need to start my 
journey up your colon so we can put on our puppet 
show. Oh, what's the matter?

"Is my little boy crying? It sounds like little baby 
Jess with his little baby voice is still inside this 
big body in front of me. Is little Jess tired and 
upset? Is he scared of the puppet show? Is he begging 
me in his little voice to let him go to bed? How cute 
is that, Irene? I hope you're getting a close up of 
his weepy, snotty face? He's such a darling little 
guy. When he watches this, he's going to feel so 
humiliated.

"But it's time for him to mind his mommy. Here's the 
first finger as a reminder that he needs to get up and 
start crawling or else the fingers and then the arm 
are going to be moving inside a lot faster. Oh good. 
I'm glad little Jess is paying attention. I was going 
to give him a couple of spanks to remind him, but I 
see that won't be necessary.

"Around and around the maze we go, Jess. Awwww, you're 
crying again. As soon as we're done, Mommy will dry 
all your tears and kiss them away."

***

When they had finished, Charlene braced herself for 
the worst, but even she wasn't prepared for the filth 
that came from Jess's mouth. His voice was nearly 
gone, so Irene put a microphone next to his mouth 
where he was lying in exhaustion. Every word seethed 
with contempt, anger and deep hatred. He even said 
that it was a good thing he had no strength at the 
moment because he didn't know how badly he might hurt 
her if he had the chance. He used words she had never 
heard him use to call her names. He damned her and 
cursed her in horrible ways.

She tried to listen dispassionately, but as he went on 
and on in his soft voice, spewing horror upon horror 
at her, she finally broke down and began weeping 
silently. She was trying to be strong for him and take 
his verbal abuse, but she just couldn't. She hated 
herself, because she was afraid by showing her 
weakness, she might spoil everything.

Jess didn't hear her at first, and he kept on talking. 
But then he lifted his head off the slimy plastic 
sheet and listened for a second. He stopped in mid-
sentence and didn't say another word. He just lay 
there listening to her weeping for a few minutes. Then 
he laboriously pushed himself to his knees.

Charlene was still behind him, and she noticed his 
movement. She motioned to Irene, who tapped Jess on 
the shoulder and then walked ahead of him a few steps 
and lifted a few ropes and moved others to make a 
large opening. Jess slowly crawled to the opening, 
where Irene unlocked his handcuffs.

When he got free, he tried to stand up. But he felt 
incredible pain between his legs and total exhaustion, 
and he fell back again. He put his head down and 
cried, and then he crawled to the bathroom and slammed 
the door behind him. Charlene and Irene watched him. 
Charlene couldn't stop crying.

Jess took a long bath, and then he painfully stood up 
and walked to the bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed 
and didn't wake up until the next day. Charlene wasn't 
home, but he saw that she had left a tray with fruit 
and cheese for him on the nightstand. He sat up and 
ate some of it, but then he felt exhausted again and 
fell asleep.

When he woke up, she was sleeping beside him. He 
looked at the clock. It was 4 a.m. Monday morning. He 
looked at her and thought about when he had first met 
her and tried to remember the first time he realized 
he was in love with her. He tried to understand how 
she could have done what she did. Had their situations 
been reversed, he could never have done that to her. 
Or could he? How could he really know?

He asked himself if he was still happy that that he 
felt the warmth of her body lying next to him, but as 
he fell asleep again, he wasn't sure of the answer.

When he woke up and took a shower in the morning, she 
was downstairs. He painfully made his way down to the 
kitchen and saw she had cooked his favorite hash for 
breakfast, which she usually only did on weekends. He 
didn't say anything to her but used the kitchen phone 
to dial a buddy. He made sure she could hear what he 
said.

"Could I stay with you a few days?" he asked his 
friend. "Charlene and I are having some problems, and 
I need to get out of the house." She didn't look at 
him and didn't say anything.

When he got home, he saw a suitcase in the living room 
in front of where she was sitting. She turned her face 
away when he looked at her, but not before he could 
tell that her eyes were red. "I put all the clothes 
and everything you need for work the next few days in 
the suitcase," she said. "Let me know when you want to 
collect your other stuff, and I'll make sure I'm not 
here to make you uncomfortable."

"I called my buddy this afternoon to cancel," he said. 
"I made an appointment with the psychologist for 
tomorrow, and my first AA meeting is tomorrow night. 
Is it OK with you if I stay here for a while?"

"Sure," she said. "That's fine. I'll stay out of your 
way. I thought about it, and I think we should be 
sensible. We can save money by using one lawyer. I 
know you'll be fair."

He was quiet for a minute. "No, you're wrong," he 
finally said. "I'm not going to be fair. If you try to 
leave me, I'm going to take as much as I can get."

"You hate me that much?" she said in a teary voice, 
and then she stopped. "Wait. What did you just say?" 
she said.

"You heard me," he said.

"But --," she said.

"No buts," he said.

"You're acting strange, Jess," she finally said. "I 
guess you enjoy tormenting me now."

"You're right," he said, "and I plan to continue 
tormenting you for a long time."

That's when it hit her.

"You're not saying---?" she said.

"Oh yes I am," he said as took a step toward her.

"No!" she said, jumping up. "No, you don't mean it."

"Shut up!" he said, and then to make sure she did, he 
covered her mouth with his as he pulled her into his 
arms. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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