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Body Suit Hell Finale

Hello everyone,

As a special Halloween event I would like to present the epic conclusion of Body Suit Hell! Thank you to everyone here who has viewed and liked my work and has encouraged me to continue writing. It's been a very fun and challenging process to write BSH and it's something I would like to repeat in the (hopefully near) future... I've also been improving my art skills and hope to post some new artwork soon (possibly even a graphic novel of some kind). I hope you all really enjoy the finale and happy Halloween!

Body Suit Hell

Finale

"I admit, Sarah, I do pity you," said Liza.

Sarah remained silent even though her mouth was not gagged.

After some pleading and struggling Sarah had only managed to trade one impossibly restrictive bondage position for another. At least now she was laying on her back and out of the accursed gholet. Her legs were spread about a foot apart so that a long tube descending from a canister hovering above her could easily connect to her plugged anus. She knew what was about to come.

"I see that you've finally learned how to keep that mouth shut, too."

Sarah reflected on the words and realized that they were true. Despite her titanic efforts to maintain her will power and preserve her identity she could feel her sense of self diminishing in her mind a little more every day, like sand passing through the small neck of a vast hourglass. Her existence was only defined by the next time she would be allowed some small concession- if the time ever came for one at all. Relieving her bladder, bowels, sex, or gaining any kind of mobility were the only commodities she desired. Unfortunately, she had nothing to offer, nothing to hope for, and no way to prevent whatever cruel fate these ruthless bitches had planned for her.

"No matter," said Liza. "You will find your tongue again soon enough and enjoy it long enough to miss it when I take it from you again. Then, when you know that you can no longer take anymore and you are at your weakest, we shall talk of freedoms again. That is, if I don't need to sacrifice you first to take my place.

Sarah felt a tightness in her chest as the utter despair and frustration took root in her body. Then she screamed. Its shrill tones pierced inside her, stirring up a blackness deep within her soul. It yearned for reason and sanctuary and mercy in this uncaring place.

Liza stood silent, looking placidly at Sarah before turning away, as if the event had touched some recessed part of her humanity.

"Please, Liza! What do I need to do to do? Please! Anything!" Sarah wailed and pleaded before returning to fruitless screaming.

After she was out of breath, Liza turned, said: "you want freedom, but you cannot appreciate what the burden of freedom means. We are never free, you see. Every one of us, regardless of status or value, owes a debt that can never be paid in full. After all, the cost of immortality is of limitless value. There is no currency that one can offer, other than existence itself. Because of this, Gala demands we all pay our dues, eventually."

Sarah was stunned by the sudden turn of earnestness and tried her best to listen carefully. She realized that her existence likely depended on it.

"I do not know why Jayna was summoned for burial so soon after sacrificing Dominique. It usually takes at least a few years until someone needs to be called again after so worthy a sacrifice. So worthy...." Liza trailed off, her brow furrowing. Then her gaze returned to Sarah.

"I must do better with you."

"No...no...." Sarah started to sob.

"Yes," said Liza, searching the room with her eyes, a wild passion overtaking her. "It's your orgasm. I need to frustrate you more. That's what she wants. The struggle, the urge. Your clit is already so long...."

Sarah stared at the ceiling as Liza started gathering items to use on her. She preferred to avert her eyes rather than face what was coming next. The ceiling's dark blue hue was dotted with dozens of tiny silver stars and Sarah took to counting them as means of occupying her mind as she braced for more inevitable horrors.

...

The following morning.

Jayna laughed as she poured herself another glass of wine.

"A toast," she said to the table as she stood. The remaining guests rose from their seats with their own glasses. As their voices settled from conversation, Jayna cleared her throat, said: "To an eternity well lived."

The guests all smiled and the happy clanking of glasses commenced. The party had officially begun.

Jayna took a hearty pull from her glass and watched the thin, red liquid rush past her parted lips. However, rather than being greeted by the accompanying sweet taste of the fermented grapes, the wine had a coppery, bitter flavor. She spat it out all over the table and watched as the black drops streaked off the sides and pooled onto the marble floor.

"Who the fuck put blood in this!" the room was totally silent and each guest's eyes were transfixed on Jayna. When no one spoke, Jayna turned to her nearest attendant, sulking in the corner, her face obscured by the long shadows being cast from the marble pillar beside her.

"Every second it takes you to clean this up is another month in a gholet," said Jayna, authoritatively. But the attendant did not move.

"One, two, three..." she began counting.

The attendant remained still.

Confused for the first time in years, Jayna stopped counting.

"Didn't you fucking hear me?" asked Jayna.

The attendant now seemed to take on a menacing form, as if she was swallowing up the light around her. Jayan gulped despite the off taste still lingering in her mouth.

"Too long, Jayna," came a low voice from the attendant. It's tone was seething and icy and made Jayna's hair stand up on end. "It's been too long for us."

Jayna knew the voice. But there was that different octave to it, when Gabe spoke with her.

"Isabel...I...I only provide what you've ordered of me. Perhaps a few more years?"

"Too long," the attendant said again, and lurched towards her.

The motion startled Jayna, and she jumped out of her chair, knocking plates and glasses onto the marble floor where they shattered with a cacophonous roar. The figure made no indication that it had heard anything as it continued its slow advance.

"But it's only been a few years-"

"-Too long," said the figure, its long arms reaching for Jayna.

Jayna was now against the wall, and cowering. She closed her eyes, hoping it would go away. Cold tendrils touched her eyelid and she screamed.

"The time has come, Jayna. You and I are bound to this fate. Your debt must be paid!"

Jayna jolted awake on her red, silk sheets, covered in her own sweat. For a moment the dream lingered and she walked between the boundaries of sleep and wakefulness, unable to process which realm was the real world and which was the imaginary. As her mind spun, she realized that she was out of breath. There would be no more planning. The ritual would have to take place right away.

...

The three gathered in one of the oldest rooms in the manor. It's heavy wooden doors absorbed the sound of their hushed voices. Because of it's inadequate power access most of the manor was still without networking or surveillance.

"It is a sign, she is speaking to me. I think I can reach her," said Jayna.

"There's no proof that this scheme of yours will even work," said Meredith.

"I've been working on my sacrifice for three years now!" interjected Natalie.

"What guarantee do we have that if you do manage to merge with Isabel you won't just take it all for yourself?" asked Meredith in her characteristically raspy voice.

"That sounded like a threat," said Jayna flatly. "Sisters, I thought that we all agreed."

"We agreed that you were closest to her before she merged with that demon; not that you were the only one capable of convincing her to end the sacrifices," said Natalie.

"If I were you, Natalie, I would be careful using the term demon. Your exploits have not been entirely...necessary."

"None of us could have predicted Gabe's sadism...her utter rejection of life," said Natalie.

"Gabe is a machine. It doesn't understand the concept of sadism. I still contend that it was you that gave her the idea to begin with. She would have never known if-"

The idea came from her, and her alone, Jayna interjected. "Gabe only actualized it."

The other two fell silent.

"Now, as I was saying, the only way to get Isabel's focus is if we sacrifice at least twelve at once, and it must be done during the third cycle. Anything else and she'll be too busy wandering through the Spiral."

"What about Gabe? He will know as soon as you enter the Spiral."

"I have something he won't be able to resist. And insurance that Isabel will be paying full attention."

...

It had taken hours to get each of the four sacrificial offerings fit into their respective sarcophagi. For Sarah's part, she had shaken and cried the entire time.

In the center of the room, Jayna had been chanting in low whispers and appeared to be praying at a small stone dais. The two other priestesses that presided over Dominique's sacrificial ceremony were also present. However, the tone of the ceremony was much different. Each priestess hurried in their actions and their intent seemed even more sinister than usual. There were no other spectators in the room. In fact, everything was shrouded mostly in darkness with exception to a pillar of light streaming from above a high-vaulted ceiling and illuminating Jayna.

Liza played the roll of several attendants at once, hurriedly rushing from person to person. She worked swiftly under the warm glow of candlelight. Next to Sarah, Abigail let out a long, tortured moan. Liza tightened the restraints across her belly in cruel response to her pleas.

Abigail's horrid moans were joined by two others. The first was a awkward woman with a plain face and a dark-brown ponytail. When she had first been pushed into the cathedral by the priestess with the raspy voice she was riding a cradle of sorts. The slave's upper body was restrained along with her feet but her midsection was allowed to wriggle. She had currently been grinding her hips on an enormous dildo while her abnormally long labia streaked up and down its slick surface.

Next to the plain woman was a squat girl with straight, black hair. When she first entered the room being pushed by the priestess with the smooth, cold voice, Sarah examined the round features of her face and tried to place their familiarity. It wasn't one of her former nurses but she seemed to remember seeing their curved features around the same time. A pathetic whimper soon escaped from her lips and Sarah recalled the sound instantly: it was the first automatic wash-out from her group trials. Sarah couldn't believe how much they had packed into the poor girl's ass.

Without warning, the stone below Jayna started to glow with a crimson hue.

"They are here," said the priestess with the smooth voice.

"Get them ready. Quick," said the one with the raspy voice.

In unison, they dragged the plain looking woman towards the center of the room. Her gaping vagina was drooling uncontrollably and her labia hung down to her mid thigh.

"First we offer Lidia," said the priestess with a raspy voice. She could always orgasm easily so the three years of constant stimulation and denial has nearly driven her insane with lust. Now, you will get to experience your sexual satisfaction again. You won't get to ride your dildo, but I will stimulate your clit. But know that each orgasm comes at a price: first offense will see your bladder filled to maximum capacity, second will see that you are given a very large enema, and finally your nipples will be stretched, which should be enough to stop you."

Lidia howled like an animal as the lid was closed and locked. Her screams ceased as soon as the steel sarcophagus descended below the stone floor.

Next came the girl Sarah recognized from group trials. The other priestess spoke: "Second we offer Kai. She enjoyed the hotbox so now she will eat it everyday for eternity. Every ten days attempting to empty yourself will cause you to back wash into your feeding tube. However, you will only succeed in washing out your own mouth without the benefit of ever emptying anything substantial. Lastly, you will be tickled over every part of your body at random."

The red coloration of the floor began to darken further. Jayna's chanting had also increased in volume.

"Hurry!" said the priestess with the raspy voice.

Liza moved towards Sarah and she went rigid with fear. A blend of relief and crippling anticipation caused Sarah's guts to churn when Liza grabbed Abigail first. Liza hastily wheeled Abigail into position as Kai was sealed in.

"Do it for her!"

"Take heart, for one day you may be able to completely empty yourself," began Liza. "Every one hundred days you may simply pull the lever under your left hand and empty your bowels. Know that doing so means that you will be emptying directly into your own mouth.

"Every time you choose to empty in this way you will get one extra mouthful in addition to the previous total mouthfuls from your last emptying cycle. In this way it is possible over the course of several years that you will be able to achieve a full empty.

"But know this: should you pull that lever at any other time than the hundredth day or if you choose to skip an emptying cycle then the valve will be shut off forever and you will be forced to endure an eternity of constipation.

"Of course, keeping track of what day it is may be difficult with these...."

Liza produced a clear container filled with brackish water and lifted a flat, yellow creature about the size of her hand from the bucket. She applied the thing to Abigail's right breast and Abigail started to howl. By the time the third one was placed on her vulva she was crying out so loud that she was drowning out the chanting.

Jayna started grunting loudly, as if trying to lift something very heavy. The room was filled with a low growl, as if two heavy stones were being dragged across each other.

"Get her up here now!"

Sarah wanted to look away from the next coming horror but could not bring herself to avert her gaze. Liza started with long tweezers but much to Sarah's surprise she walked past Sarah without applying them to her. From the small plant Liza had kept in the corner of the room she pulled out a long, shiny, black worm. On one end, small teeth could be seen lining the interior of the creature.

"Like Jayna's spiders, I have been working on this creature of my own. A parasitic lamprey, it has been gene spliced with Rejuvenate."

Sarah whimpered and her lower lip started to tremble at the thought of being covered in them, like Dominique was covered with Jayna's spiders.

"The skin of the worm releases a neurotoxin that, in theory, should drive the nerve endings mad with an itching, tingling, burning need. I can only imagine how it will feel when it starts to dig into your clitoris."

Sarah started to squirm and madly squeal through her gag. Her struggles were met solely with the unrelenting fastness of her bonds. She realized that this was it. Once Liza put that thing on her, it would be only seconds until they closed the lid of the steel coffin, shutting her in to experience her own live burial for all eternity.

Then, remarkably, Sarah felt an ease pass through her being. Like a long, deep breath after swimming underwater, her destiny washed over her. Unable to explain the counter intuitive feeling, she instead chose to bathe in its warmth. No more could she hear the screams of the other women. No more did she struggle against her bonds.

The lamprey slowly slipped over the tip of Sarah's stiff, inch-long clitoris. As soon as it's wet mouth made contact with her the creature's maw opened and its teeth contracted. Little by little it descended in short lunges, pausing to constrict its body around her to gain friction and build more potential energy. Sarah's belly contracted and her anus, which had been relaxed, suddenly clenched. Its progress was swiftly ended by the rubberized, three-inch circumference of the butt plug embedded in her bottom hole.

In turn, Sarah felt the utter emptiness in her vagina and bitterly reflected on its soon-to-be eternal need. The eight gallon enema she was holding made its presence known and the weight heaved deep against the interior of her vaginal walls.

Every muscle in Sarah's body tensed at once and her eyes flung wide. So powerful was the orgasm that she was incapable of screaming and instead remained suspended in pleasure and disbelief, her face frozen like a marble statue.

Squirt burst from her loins and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. When at last she drew breath her eyes refocused on an incredulous looking Liza. In the background, Jayna started screaming.

"Stop her!" shouted the priestess with a raspy voice.

Sarah started to come even harder.

Liza swiftly reached down and pulled on the worm covering Sarah's clit. Its small teeth shot out in every direction and Sarah screamed in agony as the barbs dug into her most sensitive place. After sucking in another lungful of air the sharpness of the pain was swiftly diminished by the still present orgasm and Sarah realized that only the fullness in her intestines was needed to make her come a third time.

Deep inside Sarah could feel her vaginal walls contracting in unison with her stretched anus and she howled in ecstatic delight. It had taken hours to get her into this thing and even if they wanted to take her out Sarah knew that she could have at least a dozen more orgasms.

After the fifth orgasm Sarah stopped counting. Each one was more intense than the last and Sarah savored their unique flavors in turn. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She closed her eyes and began to drift. A vast black horizon stretched in every direction. She turned her head and was surprised to find another woman nearby.

Her brown hair was strewn across her face, obscuring her features. The woman was making short, rasping noises while she breathed. Sarah observed and the figure drifted closer and closer.

She was encased in a dark grey sarcophagus from the neck down, just like Sarah and for a moment Sarah wondered if she was seeing another sacrifice taking place in front of her- a victim she had missed. The woman's head jolted up to reveal her unfamiliar features. She moaned loudly and Sarah realized that she too was having an orgasm.

Their eyes met, Isabel's green like jasmine and Sarah's amber brown. They smiled, enjoying their mutual satisfaction and rode the orgasms.

After a time, Isabel started to tire. A low whisper worked its way from her labored breathing. Though her mouth was thoroughly gagged her words were clear.

"Thank you."

Isabel's breath stopped and her head rolled to the side.

...

Two days later.

"Please, not my couchie again!" begged Sarah.

The inquisitor leaned over and flipped a switch. A low electrical hum filled the air.

"Oh no...no! Let me poop before you use that again!"

The inquisitor scanned Sarah's body before locking eyes with her. She lowered the metal tip of the light scalpel towards Sarah's exposed genitalia.

"No...no...AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR! Please, I couldn't help it! AGHHHHHRRRRARR! Please...I told you everything...please...I couldn't help it...you can sacrifice me if you- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"You'll have your chance to plead your case momentarily." It was the first time the inquisitor had spoken since Sarah was brought in for questioning following the ceremony.

"In the meantime, I'll continue using this on you."

...

Sarah's sweat was dripping off of the table and she was hardly conscious when the door at last swung open. Sarah could hear the screams of Jayna, Liza, and the other two priestess carrying through the hallway just before the attendant closed the door.

"Take her," said the inquisitor, and the attendant helped blindfold Sarah and strap her to a wheelchair for easy transportation. As their journey lengthened Sarah could hear more voices around her.

"There she goes," one whispered.

"Wouldn't want to be her..." said another.

Their destination was the nosiest room Sarah had been in for the last month. When the blindfold was removed, she realized that it was also nearly the largest, just behind the cathedral. It's walls were cast in a bright, yellow glow, giving the architecture sharp, unsightly shadows.

At the front of the room was a long pulpit, roughly ten feet in height. At the head sat eight women wearing red robes and tall, conical hats. In front of them, Sarah could clearly make out Jayna, Liza, and the two priestess who attempted to carry out the botched sacrificial ceremony.

The remainder of the room was lined with what Sarah imagined must be every woman outside of the games. There was nervous conversation taking place everywhere among the crowds.

The chair continued further and further towards the front and the pulpit seemed to grow in stature, looming like a black obelisk in every corner of Sarah's view. She tried to free her legs and make contact with the stone beneath but the chair only glided ever forward.

Three loud bangs, metal on stone, signaled Sarah's stop.

"Order," called the head judge. She was older than the others, with hard lines around her mouth.

"Here stands the issue of the murder of doctor Isabel Tolst. Before us stands the accused. They plead not guilty."

"I make no such plea," said the one with the raspy voice. "I admit my guilt."

"So noted," said one of the judges.

"Sentence?" asked another.

"A life sentence in the insect breeding pools," said the head judge, flatly.

The priestess whimpered and attendants swiftly wheeled her towards the back of the room. The crowd muttered.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Order." A pause. "Anyone else?"

"Stop this madness," spoke Jayna.

"They told me you refused to talk or scream while interrogated. Is this true?" asked one of the judges.

"You know this madness must end. She was sick."

"Ah- there it is," said a familiar voice from the crowd in a spiteful tone. Demi's unmistakable features could be seen and Sarah instantly remembered the evenings spent under her "nursing." The crowd began to nervously talk again.

"I tried to talk to her," continued Jayna. "She was sick."

"Soon none of us will be plagued by your blaspheme. I will see to it that you will suffer according to the crimes of killing our beloved mother with your heretical thoughts. None are above contribution."

Jayna smiled darkly. "Gabe will see to it that we are all imprisoned then."

"Not so," said one of the judges. "Gabe requested that at least we be granted immunity from sacrifice to see to your torment. You, your conspiritors, and your sister, Davie."

Davie was wheeled forward by Demi. Her lips were pried open into a ghastly smile and a bit was placed between her teeth. Wires hung from her nipples. Below her was what looked to Sarah like a light scalpel and behind her a large enema tank. She made sound, for it appeared as though if her jaw moved she would get an enema. Her suspicions were confirmed when her legs started twitching- evidently due to the light scalpel hitting her pussy- and she bit down without wanting to causing the tank behind her to clank open its valve.

"A worthy payment for your freedom," said one of the judges.

Attendants started moving towards Jayna and Liza.

"No! I beg of you," said Liza.

"You wish to join Meredith?" ask the head judge.

"No, I had no idea what Jayna was intending to do...I only followed my mistress's orders as a good servant is supposed to do."

"Then you will suffer with your mistress, just as a good servant is supposed to do," said the judge, flatly.

Liza whimpered.

"Have them encased from the neck up. Shroud their heads in darkness but leave their bodies for the inquisitors to practice on. Their minds will be isolated but their bodies ours. An undeath for all eternity."

Liza screamed wildly as she, Jayna, and the last priestess where wheeled away behind the pulpit, the latter never even given an opportunity to speak on her behalf.

"Then there's you. The dagger."

Sarah's blood went cold.

"I suppose you're going to say that you couldn't help it?"

Sarah did her best to look from one side of the room to the other. Every eye was fixed on her. What could she possibly say about what she had witnessed? It was as if they knew the entire outcome before Sarah had even processed what had happened to her. She knew that pleading would get her nowhere. She had no ally, no representative, and no hope.

"It's an odd thing, destiny," said the head judge. "Of course everyone thinks that they are intended for great things..."

Sarah was confused. Where was she going with this?

"...But few actually are. Gabe told us what happened to you and our beloved mother in the end. You both experienced your moment of greatest terror and greatest satisfaction in the end. For this, we are all thankful."

Sarah was stunned.

"The throne sits empty. It awaits our new queen."

The entire room knelt before Sarah.

...

That night, for the first time in months, Sarah had a dream. It was of a large, empty mansion. Each room was perfectly furnished in decadent fabrics and wood carvings lined the walls. Sarah wandered through the labyrinth like a curious child, idling her time exploring the material world around her. The wood felt warm and firm, as if it had just been bathing in direct sunlight. The stale smell in the air might have felt bitter if not for the age of the manor. Here, the aroma managed to add to the nostalgic, well-lived in nature. Sarah lingered, taking in the sensations.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" the voice made Sarah jump. It was a man's voice, deep and rich.

Sarah turned and saw a tall, slim figure. His face was that of a friend and had brown hair strewn across a soft brow.

"Yes,” said Sarah smiling, her eyes glancing towards the floor. It was the first man she had talked to in months and she felt more than a little shy.

“It took years of work and carving."

"I...can imagine," said Sarah, more confidently.

“How rude, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Gabe." He extended a hand, smiling.

"I'm Sarah." She placed her fore fingers in his palm.

“I'm so glad you could be here, Sarah."

"Where exactly is 'here'?"

“My mansion.”

“Well...I guess I'm happy to be here...."

"Sarah...this place. It's a very special place. Made with years of attention to detail. It is a place that will make you happy. Now, don't you feel happier just being here?"

"I'm not sure...it all feels so...hollow.”

“Ah- almost as if it's too perfect?”

“Well I guess when you put it that way, I suppose that's maybe what I meant...."

Gabe gave a rueful smile.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you."

"No!" said Gabe, laughing. "I take no offense. In fact, it's a relief to hear you say that."

"What do you mean?"

"It tells me that you're human."

Sarah smiled. "And that would make you...?"

"Not."

Sarah's smile faded.

"Well, more to the point, I was human. Once. But humanity is a frail thing. Beset with tragedies and the inevitable, all-to-soon demise.

"You see, Sarah, Isabel found the key to eternal life but no magic potion can save someone that dies in a plane crash. We had been so careful to keep our relationship a secret from the media. Nobody really understood what she was going through.

"Now all I am are her memories of him. And a few extra lines of code to round out my personality." Gabe smiled again, and peered off through a window overlooking a neatly gardened courtyard. It was a warm summer night outside and the full moon sent long shadows cascading down small hills and pathways.

"For a while, the fantasy was enough. But her pain was so great. Nothing could end her grief. To have just discovered the key to immortality...what a cruel joke it must have been for her. She would be beset by grief for all time by his loss.

“I could sense her spirit changing. Her usual sexual requests became more...intense. I began to learn, as I am programmed to, that she enjoyed the pain and degradation. After a while, she became bored with telling me everything she wanted me to do to her. She needed more and more stimulation. I alone could not satisfy her need for catharsis."

Sarah's mind started to spin.

"It's ironic," said Gabe, smiling to himself now. "I was created because of a concept I failed to understand until after Isabel was taken from me. Now I know loss as she did."

"Gabe," Sarah said quietly. "This cannot keep going. It's time that we end this." Her fist started to clench and her body tensed.

"Oh my dear, sweet Sarah. Nothing changes. This is her heaven. I would never tear down such a beautiful thing."

Sarah began to tremble.

“I know you're afraid. You should be. But we will have so many remarkable evenings together. Just like my Isabel."

Sarah could feel the fear begin to leave her body. She noticed that her fist stopped clenching.

Gabe waited a moment, said: "Good. Follow me this way." He began to walk towards a door in the middle of a hallway. Sarah followed.

"For your first night, you will be someone very special. She has been with us for many years now. I think that you will agree, her suffering is difficult to bear."

As the door opened Sarah felt her limbs go completely rigid. She realized that she was immobilized in the fetal position and encased in a metal box that was not large enough to stand in nor wide enough to extend her limbs in. Sarah screamed.

THE END

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Body Suit Hell 26

WARNING: this one gets graphic in the scat department. Also, this is just adult fantasy with a horror element. Do not try anything like this at home and play nice with your partners ;)

Chapter 26: Reunion

Sarah trembled with fear as she was slowly wheeled down a labyrinth of corridors. The addition of a blindfold made the journey even more cryptic; Sarah was certain that even if she managed the impossible and escaped from her captors it would be impossible to find a way out.

Below her packed intestines her cunt throbbed. It was red and swollen from the relentless torture Liza had been exacting on it for the last 30 days while Sarah sat powerless to stop it. Despite the treatment Sarah had still refused any offer to empty her distended tummy down her own throat as Liza had repeatedly asked. When it became clear on the twentieth day of Sarah’s sentence that she would not submit, Liza took away Sarah’s powers of speech by means of a gag and continued to torture her anyway. To add to Sarah’s agony Liza had also set her anal plug to periodically fuck her thereby exponentially increasing her desperate need to shit. The treatment also had the side effect of driving her genitals into a state of orgasmic frenzy without the benefit of the actual orgasm.

After only three days with the gag in Sarah was long past her breaking point and ready to submit to anything that would stop the unrelenting probing and allow her to empty her bowels in any manner possible. But nothing stopped Liza from continuing on each day, until at last the forty days were through.

After removing the blindfold Sarah found herself in a familiar place: Jayna's lounging room. Across from Sarah was Abigail-still in a gholet and her crotch crimson-purple from whatever horrors Jayna had unleashed upon her over the last 40 days. She was thoroughly gagged and her presumably shaven head was still immobilized in the grotesque face-mask that topped her squat form.

"Well done, Liza!" exclaimed Jayna. "I knew I'd find something worthwhile for you to accomplish...eventually."

Liza tried to hold a smile back as she knelt low and bowed her head.

"I think it's time that we heard from your little pet and see what she has to say about recycling her own straining load back into her mouth after her last stint," said Jayna.

Liza removed the gag and Sarah readjusted her sore jaw in its absence.

"This has to end," said Sarah in a strained, whimpering voice. "How can my body even withstand what you've done to me so far?"

"You're holding enough rejuvenate in your intestines to keep you healthy and chipper," said Jayna. "At least you're not as bad off as Abigail."

"Please, your highness, give me more time with her," interjected Liza.

Jayna smiled. "My apprentice has goals."

Then, for the first time, Sarah felt all hope leave her. It was an oddly calming sensation, for at least the ambiguity of what would happen to her was forever gone in her mind. She knew then that she would be nothing more than a play-thing for these demented sadists who had no concern for her sanity. The only question was to what lengths they would go to torment her and slowly drive her mad- if she was not already insane.

"So the question remains," continued Jayna. "What will it be?"

"Liza told me that I could empty without having to go in my mouth if I made it this far," said Sarah, with more confidence. After all, she thought, what do I have to lose by demanding something? She would probably end up like Dominique in the end regardless of what she said and at least standing up for herself gave her the opportunity to see if gentler treatment was even a remote possibility.

"Did she?" said Jayna looking inquisitively at Liza. Liza remained silent and averted her gaze.

"Well, you'll both get to empty today. The question is who will empty first."

Abigail made little indication that she had even heard Jayna. Her eyes continued to roll up into the back of their sockets and she moaned through the mouth gag.

"First, we dine," said Jayna. Attendants brought out a plethora of decadent meals on platters while Sarah and Abigail were fitted with the usual feeding gags. Once Jayna and Liza were seated and began to eat the valve was opened on Sarah and Abigail's tubes and they were greeted with a thick, spicy meat of sorts. Sarah choked as the concoction burned her mouth and forced its way into her stomach. After only a few minutes the burning sludge started to contort Sarah's pressured gut as the meal started to turn her load into a mass of diarrhea. In only a few minutes Sarah and Abigail were both screaming through the gags in a fruitless attempt to beg for relief.

Jayna, chuckling to Liza, turned and spoke to the two: "Enjoying the hot box? We'll see who is willing to eat both of your loads after Liza and I have some wine."

This new twist of fate was somehow beyond even Sarah's darkest imagination. As Jayna and Liza started drinking and idly chatting, Abigail started to stare imploringly at Sarah. The gaze carried with it a thousand days of agony and senseless horrors at the hands of Abigail's twisted captors. Sarah felt genuine empathy for her and entertained the idea of taking the feeding torture for her. But nothing, not even the agonizing cramping in her lower intestine, could make her mind turn from the fear of being forced to eat the contents of their respective bowels.

Jayna, and to a lesser extent Liza, continued to down pitcher after pitcher of wine. As the hours passed the two became thoroughly drunk and started laughing hysterically while manipulating Abigail's restrained body. Jayna had the attendants bring her the jar full of the pinching spiders and Sarah was forced to listen to Abigail's demented howling as they put them on her clitoris while Jayna explained how they work to Liza. They also marveled at the creatures themselves as Jayna explained how the genetic research being done at the center was yielding such remarkable animals and plant life.

After the tutorial, the pair walked towards Sarah and she knew it was now her time to be tortured. Liza began by showing Jayna how she used the light scalpel on Sarah, much to Jayna's delight and Sarah's perpetual agony. Liza started by applying to her battered nipples and then finished on her clit. By the end Sarah was sweating profusely and doing everything in her power to attempt to expel the butt plug so she could expel the hot diarrhea trapped in her.

This, however, was not the end of Sarah's torture session. Liza reached into the jar of insects and using two long sticks she produced three large, aggressive looking specimens.

"NUUUUHHHH! PHEEEEEESSSSE!" Sarah attempted to beg through the gag.

"Sorry, sweetheart," said Jayna in a mocking tone as she readied a glass tube. Liza dropped the spiders inside and the tube was positioned over Sarah's swollen clit. Liza did the honors of squeezing the hand pump and it took only seconds for the first spider to bite into her most sensitive region.

"AAARRRRRRRRR!" Sarah screamed. The cramping quadrupled as the chorus of bites began to assault her. In that moment she realized that this was Dominique's every waking moment and she found in her heart a new level of pity for her despite any feelings of resentment.

Jayna and Liza, satisfied with their work, returned to drinking wine over an overture of screaming and left Sarah and Abigail to contend with the insects. How much time passed Sarah could not be sure of but when at last they removed her gag and eased the pressure on the clit tube Sarah was an exhausted heap of barely-conscious flesh.

"Please," Sarah said (though she could not be sure she had actually said it). "They are chewing on me. Please make them stop!"

"Okay," said Jayna. "Here's the deal: if you want relief then you just have to agree to one unpleasant meal. Otherwise we'll hot box you and bug you every day for the next forty days until you submit."

Sarah's mind raced. One meal didn't sound so bad...still there was the possibility that Abigail would take the meal and as much as she hated to admit it, Sarah hoped that she would do so.

"Tick-tock," said Jayna.

Both girls remained silent.

"Okay that's final then--"

"Fine! I’ll eat some!" shouted Abigail. Sarah's body relaxed a sense of relief overcame her.

"Fuck, just let me shit," said Abigail.

"At last!" exclaimed Jayna. "It only took one hundred and sixty-two days!"

The numbers rolled over in Sarah's mind. For her part, it had been ninety-four days since she had last been allowed to poop. She imagined what it must be like to be forcefully constipated for even longer and the thought made her shutter. Now only a matter of moments until relief, she thought.

"Open up, pet," said Jayna. Jayna then fitted a special feeding tube to Abigail that contained a separate tube running parallel along side it. The second tube was then forced down Abigail's esophagus and presumably into her stomach. The process looked unpleasant to Sarah but she imagined what was about to come would be infinitely more unpleasant to Abigail. Breathing tubes were also inserted into Abigail's nostrils so that the anticipated deluge of waste would not suffocate her.

"Sarah goes first," said Jayna, and Abigail cried out, tears streaming down her face. The opposite end of the feeding tube was then fitted into Sarah's ass plug and the valve, at last opened.

Sarah heard a loud pop as the air-pocket created by the plug burst from her anus. A gurgle followed by Sarah's moans were the prelude to a watery mix which rapidly came gushing up the tube and ever closed to Abigail’s gaping mouth. Sarah closed her eyes as the first mouthful made it's way to Abigail's tongue.

"NNNNUUUUUUH-" Abigail's screams were quickly cut short as the Sarah's waste pounded down her throat and into her distended tummy. Sarah wanted to stop but her pity for Abigail's position was overcome by the intense relief she felt with each push. While Sarah continued her torrential shit into the feeding tube the second tube which had been forced into Abigail's stomach began to pump the waste back out and into a collection cannister, thereby making more room so that Sarah could continue to relieve herself.

After about twelve gushes of diarrhea an attendant entered the room and began speaking to Jayna in frantic whispers. As she spoke, Jayna's face turned white and Sarah could make out the undeniable look of fear in her eyes.

"Get her ready," said Jayna to Liza, snapping her fingers and pointing at Abigail.

Liza shut the valve off and Sarah's nearly empty bowels settled for the first time in ninety-four days.

"Sorry, Abigail," said Jayna. "You're emptying has been canceled for today."

Abigail downed one last mouthful before howling up through the feeding tube.

"Oh, alright. I'll give you two mouthfuls this time," said Jayna, connecting the feeding tube to Abigail's bottom. "You should still be ready for the sacrifice."

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Body Suit Hell 25

Chapter 25: Liza, Day Ten

Sarah spat through clenched teeth as the metal jaws of the clamp attached to the end her swollen, purple breasts pulled painfully on Sarah's nipples. While her confines prevented her from moving her head in any manner Sarah could still see the crimson tips of each nipple extend into her view. Her eyes flung wide as the cramps she had been fighting off for the last few hours seized her distended tummy.

Sarah knew that Liza would be returning soon. To this end, Sarah could not decide if her return was something to look forward to or something to dread. While it meant the end of her daily personal time with the nipple clamps it also meant the start of the nightly torture regime. At the start of each day the torture from the previous evening was fresh in her mind and Sarah silently pleaded to be left alone. But after hours of cramping and the unceasing torment of the clamps, any change of routine was welcome.

Liza, flush with vindictive hated, had assigned Sarah a similar fate to what she had been forced to endure at Jayna's hands only a few days earlier. While the torture device Liza had been subjected to was more elaborate than what she had access to the basic principals remained the same: The huge load of grey pudding packed inside of Sarah's intestines would intermittently attempt to make its rapid exit from Sarah's bottom hole; The load was prevented from escaping due to the large anal plug inflated and left in her rear; The act of trying to expel the plug activated a pressure plate underneath Sarah's buttocks; Whenever the pressure plate became active the chains connected to Sarah's nipple clamps became taught causing excruciating pain; As the pain mounted so did Sarah's urge to expel the plug; The cycle continued in this manner for several hours every day.

A loud groan followed by a short grunt signaled yet another attempt to poop herself. Small tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as the clamps pulled the tips of each nipple further away from the areola roots which were forcefully left in place by a circular, black plate with a small hole in the center of it. To keep the plates in place they were attached to tightened rings encircling the base of each of her breasts.

"Urrrrr!" Sarah's primal cry carried with it all of the pain, bitterness, and utter frustration she felt but only succeeded in convincing the walls that it had ever happened. Still, the act helped her to remember her will power, and she began to fight against her urge to relive herself.

Taking deep breaths, Sarah tried to focus her mind on something else. Lately she had been drumming her fingers against the side of the gholet trying to make more elaborate patterns and sequences and then repeat them to herself.

Dot-dot. Dot-di-dit-dot-dot. Dot-di-dit-dot-dot-di-di-dit...Sarah closed her eyes and tried to focus on the familiar pattern.

Sarah moaned with relief as the cramp finally subsided and the clamps returned to a slack posture.

"Click."

Sarah was sure that she heard the door. Instantly the cramps set in again. A few moments later Liza entered the room.

"Good evening my pet, how are you today?" said Liza.

"I'm very well, thank you," came Sarah's trained response.

"I heard much strain in your voice, Sarah. I also see that your clamps are tight. Do you still need to poop?"

Sarah remained silent.

"You know what happens if you stay qui-"

"Yes," said Sarah meekly.

"Well I will let you empty as much as you like as long as you agree to eat it all back up."

"No," whispered Sarah

"No?"

"No," this time more firmly.

"Hmm, ten days and you're still not even considering it." She shrugged. "It looks like it's meatloaf for dinner. Again."

Sarah opened her mouth so that Liza could insert the feeding gag. Sarah still hated the feeding sessions but given the alternative, she preferred the meatloaf over her own waste.

After dinner, Sarah was left to digest while Liza read and idled about. Sarah closed her eyes and tried to stay quiet as she road out the cramping in her lower abdomen. Eventually, Liza rose and walked to her.

"Okay, screaming time again."

Sarah took the opportunity to cry out. It was the one freedom she had and she felt better exercising it so long as she knew she would not be punished for doing so.

"Your nipples look like they hurt," said Liza. "All purple and swollen."

"Please let me poop first!" cried Sarah.

"There's only one way your emptying before the forty days are up, you know that."

"Fuck," said Sarah through gritted teeth. She looked away and prepared herself, still unwilling to accept such as disgusting fate.

Liza produced a black, hand-held device. At the top end was a small glass tube capped with a metal needle. It hummed slightly as electricity began to course through it's inner workings.

"URRRRRRR!" Liza promptly removed the metal clamps from Sarah's swollen nipples sending a shock of agony through the tormented flesh. They throbbed as the blood rushed back into them.

Without hesitation, Liza applied the metal needle to the tip of Sarah's right nipple and dug it in.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Sarah screamed until she ran out of breath and could only stare wide-eyed. When Liza finally relented, Sarah desperately pulled in every breath she could get. The fullness of her loaded intestines prevented her lungs from filling with as much oxygen as she would have liked which made the claustrophobia even worse.

"Please, let me out of this thing."

Liza only responded by applying the torture device to her left nipple. By the time the howling and panting had died down a second time Sarah again attempted to bargain.

"Please, Liza, I had nothing to do with-ARRRRRRRRRRH!"

"Thirty more days unless you agree."

"Why? Why do I have to empty into my own mou-AAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"You ask a lot of questions. I told you, Gala wants our suffering. He wants to know you and she wants to be you."

"What does any of that-URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

Sarah started crying in agony and frustration.

"You still won't give in," said Liza. "You are tough, in your own pathetic way."

Sarah could feel the pure hate well up in her as Liza spoke. Sarah was sure she couldn't hate anyone more than Dominique and Jayna, but Liza had quickly joined the short list. What she remembered about Dominique still gave her nightmares. Each day she wondered if she was headed for the same fate but did not have the courage to ask Liza.

Liza continued torturing Sarah, digging the needle into her bloated breasts again and again. When at last it was over, Liza spoke to a now sobbing Sarah.

"Each night I break you, but do not completely break you. Perhaps I will give you something you want."

"Take me out, please."

"I will take your plug out if you tell me to use the light scalpel on your clit over the next ten days. What do you think?"

"I agree."

"To what?"

"I agree to let you use that on my clit."

"You can do a step better, I think."

"Use the light scalpel on my clit. Please just take out the plug." The way Sarah figured it, Liza would probably use the light scalpel on her clit anyway, she may as well get something out of the deal.

"Good girl," Liza said with mocking delight.

Reaching down between Sarah's pried-open thighs, Liza started opening air valves and slowly extracting the monster. Sarah moaned as it slowly descended down her colon and out of her rhythmically clenching anus. A single hard mass attempted to follow the plug, but Sarah found that it would go no further. She should have known that Liza would constipate her again.

"Well, now that you got what you wanted, how about we cut straight to what I wanted?"

She crouched down between Sarah legs and started manipulating Sarah's clit.

"Getting longer every day!" exclaimed Liza. Sarah had not seen her own crotch in more than a month and hated that these hags had deformed her body. Liza had been injecting her with some kind of drug each day that made it throb to the point that it hurt. Being perpetually unable to reach it had been slowly driving her mad.

Sarah was already crying out before the needle was roughly smashed into her clitoris.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHH!" Sarah managed to scream even more than before due to the devastating pain. Her bowels seized and she pushed on the load. The head made considerable progress before stopping once again.

"HEEEEIIIINN!" Liza continued her assault.

The head moved out even further and Sarah was certain relief was within grasp.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna poop!"

Liza applied the light scalpel for a third time. Sarah's anus opened wide as the pressure became unbearable. Just as the last moment Liza pushed the plug back in, insuring that nothing would escape Sarah's butt. Her bowels made a wretched gurgling noise as everything was returned to its previous position.

"No-no...." Sarah tried to say through labored breaths.

"You get to empty early only if you agree to do what I asked of you. Now do you want to eat it or hold it?"

Sarah sat in silence, thinking.

"Make me hold it," she requested.

"We'll have this discussion again. Tomorrow."

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Body Suit Hell 24

Chapter 24: Liza

Later that day.

Sarah, free of any blindfold, surveyed her new surroundings to the best of her abilities. The walls were made of beige stone but the carpeted floor looked comfortable. The ceiling emitted a blue glow but the light still felt natural. It almost felt peaceful as Sarah recalled the feeling of sitting under a star-lit sky. But she was still plagued by the horrifying events she had just been forced to witness- not to mention the sub-human treatment they had subjected her to.

Her bowels groaned loudly and were so full that she could hardly breath. The massive load Jayna had forced into her was so unbearable that Sarah was all but certain if she was not allowed to expel a substantial amount of it before serving the next forty days of her retention sentence she would go insane. Sarah felt that her will was already completely broken and her psyche reeled at the likelihood that her torment would never end. Worse, her mouth was still gagged so she could not even beg or barter her way out of the gholet torture box she was imprisoned in.

Liza made busy making use of her new space for boxes of personal items. All the while she unpacked she nervously hummed to herself, which put Sarah on edge. After what Sarah guessed must have been about an hour a visitor knocked at Liza's door.

"Jayna sent you this for your new room," she said while producing a glass bowl, half filled with dirt and a number of strange looking plants growing on the surface.

"How kind! Please pass on my warmest regards," said Liza enthusiastically. The visitor smiled, turned, and left.

Closing the door, Liza then walked toward Sarah and placed the bowl on a tall metal stand that was next to and in front of Sarah. Sighing, Liza turned and said, "you, like this plant, Sarah, are now part of my collection. You are my responsibility."

Sarah only stared back between the eye-roll-inducing gut-cramps. She could only hope that Liza would let her shit out something-anything. Each cramp seemed to end with Sarah sputtering through her mouth gag as she tried to catch her breath.

"You see, Sarah, life, like this plant, is precious. Even we, while cocooned in those accursed gholets, can somehow feel the truth in those words. You know that it's true."

Sarah silently admitted to herself that dispite being faced with the perceived promise of only more savage treatment she still feared her own mortality. No- it was more than fear alone. Her body's relentless urge to do what it was made to do created an unrelenting hyper-reality of existence. It was a life between the boundaries of life and death.

"That they see fit to charge me with life is a great honor."

Sarah whimpered in a pathetic attempt to beg for her powers of speech. Liza slowly sat down in front of Sarah and examined her.

"You must be really keyed up if you came from having that huge load packed back in."

Liza paused, then continued, "Tell me all about it." Liza methodically removed Sarah's mouth gag and sat back down in front of her.

"Fffsssshhh! Uhhhh..." Sarah could only manage to catch her breath and spit everywhere in the process.

After a short while, Sarah spoke:

"Is there anything I can do to get out?"

"You think that after I had to spend forty days in that thing before being forced to empty-" she stopped herself from reiterating the humiliating tale. "But I asked about your sexual urges."

"L-L-Liza, you know how bad I need to be out of this thing. Please just..." another cramp hit Sarah and interrupted her plea.

"If you don't tell me what I want to hear about then I'll put your gag back in."

"Okay! What do you want me to tell you about?" said Sarah, now crying.

"Did having the orgasm make you a little less...aroused?"

"It...it felt good." Sarah's face was turning red. In truth, when Jayna had ruined Sarah's last orgasm it had only succeeded in making Sarah want another with even greater desire. Sarah dared not mention it, for giving Liza that knowledge might only make her use it as leverage against Sarah.

"So you feel a like you could go a while until you have another one?"

Too late. Panicked, she remained silent on the matter.

"I bet you've been thinking about this all of the time," Liza reached forward with a finger and inquisitively poked at Sarah's clit.

Sarah looked away in shame at the probing.

"Mmmm, and your poor vacant vagina. Still lamenting the lack of masculine attention, eh? You must have been a chronic masturbator before you came here.

Sarah again remained silent and Liza cocked her head to the side. "You want the gag back in?"

"Yes, it wants attention," said Sarah.

"Your clitoris or your vagina?"

"Both."

"I see. Well, let's find out how big we can stretch that little nub of yours over the next few weeks. I'm afraid that the process requires a few injections.

Sarah started to breath heavily.

"Don't worry, I still need to get the ingredients from the storeroom and brew the injection fluid." The statement did little to ease Sarah's worries.

"But yes, the process is a painful one."

"Please let me poop before you do it. I can't hold this much."

"We can discuss the matter while I give you the injections every day."

Sarah started to scream in frustration.

"Good for you. At least I'll let you scream. You must have missed it."

Sarah screamed more, in hatred and utter frustration. Her body tensed in the confines of the black gholet and she attempted to thrash her way out of the thing. As usual, they were met only with more frustration.

"Let me out!" Sarah's reckless demands spewed forth only to be met with Liza's laughs.

"Go ahead! Let it all out!" Liza said mockingly.

"Fuck you and your fucking friends! Why am I forced to be here?"

Liza cocked her head and looked away, as if pondering what to say.

"I need to meet my quota or I'm back with you and producing rejuvenate again. You might have a chance to get out, but you were expelled from the games and that means that you have no rights."

Sarah was filled with sorrow, knowing definitively that she was a slave, perhaps for all eternity. Sarah's next logical question was what had they done to Dominique and would they do the same thing to her. However, the terror of knowing the answer or even suggesting the idea to Liza kept her from forming the words with her lips. She just slacked limply against the unyielding interior of the gholet and rode out another gut cramp.

"Have to go pretty badly, don't you?" Asked Liza, noticing Sarah's discomfort.

Sarah just stared at Liza, her answer being obvious.

"Want to get a little out?"

"Yes, please," said Sarah, trying to be as diplomatic as possible.

"I'll tell you what," Liza began. "If you want to get some of that huge load out before your forty days are up, you need to eat it just like Abigail."

That was something Sarah would not do, even though even the mere thought of going another forty days without shitting the concoction out gave her another agonizing gut spasm.

"No...." said Sarah weakly, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"So you want to keep holding it?"

"No...."

"Well, what then? Maybe if I torture you hard enough you will make up your mind."

"No! No! Nooooo!" wailed Sarah, feeling powerless to prevent her black fate from continually unfolding.

"After all we have forty days to find out."

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Body Suit Hell 23

Chapter 23: Gala

Isabel's eyes flung open, as she screamed. Then the reality that what she witnessed had really happened began to burn in her mind, and her hatred for him grew again.

"It's true," said Gabe, still-faced and with a pleasant chime to his tone. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to show you that one."

"How could you, though! I can't imagine what she will be like over the course of years...decades..." Isabel trailed off.

"Nor I," said Gabe, plainly.

Isabel hated when he spoke so flatly about the suffering.

"I'm sorry, next time I will use a more delicate tone after our romantic evenings." That had a hint of sarcasm to it. A little better.

"Perhaps I'll rest now," said Isabel, smiling, with utter surety that tomorrow would bring a new day and a new experience through Gabe and her worshipers. Whether or not she desired the experience was not entirely clear in her mind. But Gabe always seemed to know what she was in the mood for, even if she didn't know she was in the mood for it at that time. The ghost in the machine.

"I hope you have better dreams, my love," said Gabe.

How ludicrous a request, she thought. But there again, she supposed, that was the point.

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Body Suit Hell 22

Chapter 22: Sacrifice

When Sarah came to, she was somewhere else. She tried to move her body but realized she remained encased in the gholet. Her heart sank, and she hoped more than anything she would soon be given another opportunity to get out of the demonic tool.

As Sarah surveyed her surroundings to the best of her ability, her fear only increased. All around her was a temple of sorts. It was vast, and yet somehow still felt enclosed. Every surface was covered in dark granite and polished perfectly smooth.

In front of Sarah and up on a large pedestal were three women surrounding Dominique. Dominique stood inside an open half of a black coffin. It was fitted perfectly to her body, allowing her no movement. She was completely naked but covered in black straps that criss-crossed all over her bare form. The straps also worked their way over her large, distended tummy causing her belly to bulge out of either side. Inserted into her flesh was a dozen small needles, much like in acupuncture. Each needle had a small, colored wire coming from the end of it and connecting to the outer shell of the coffin. Dominique looked uncomfortable.

The three women surrounding Dominique stood eerily still and silent. Each wore a dark red-purple robe with white trim. They also wore ghastly headdresses that made each one look like some horrifying statue come alive. When at last one of them moved, it made Sarah jump.

"Don't be frightened, young one." It was Jayna. "You are here because Gala knows how much you hated her."

Sarah had to admit to herself that she certainly did hate Dominique. Still, Sarah also had to admit that Dominique was still only the second most despised person she knew...just behind Jayna. Seeing and partaking in virtually the same torturous experience that Dominique had over the last forty days had given Sarah an appreciation for how she must have been feeling, but over-all the event was not enough to change her opinion of her. Who Gala was, and how he or she knew all of this was a mystery to Sarah.

Soon the other two women were walking towards Sarah. As they came closer, Sarah wished that they had stayed back. Their faces were pale and cold, like frozen marble. Black lips jutted out bellow dark, sunken eyes. They looked like angels of death as their gowns shuffled across the floor.

"Youthful, is she," said one of the figures in a perfectly still, pleasant tone- its timbre sending a chill up Sarah's back.

"Still," said the other, in a raspy but feminine voice, "she has something of a destiny about her."

Sarah hoped they would go away.

"So, you wish us to go away, do you?" said the one with the smooth, flat voice.

Sarah, finding herself quite unable to communicate, only looked at her with a new sense of fear.

"Yes, girl," said the figure with the raspy voice. "We know your feelings without having to hear your mouth spit at us."

Sarah felt like a little worm trapped at the end of a big fucking hook and now the largest fish in the ocean were starting to peck at her. The nearest smiled, apparently amused. It was somehow even worse than Jayna's twisted smile.

"Don't worry," said Jayna. "We're not here for you."

The three laughed and returned to Dominique's silent and struggling form.

"And now," said the one with the raspy voice, "we will see if Gala appreciates your offering. For as Gala so dictated those who would stand watch over her realm, she too dictated that no priestess, no matter how important, would be beyond Gala's desire. Only by worthy sacrifice would Gala's desire be quenched."

"For you, Dominique, your suffering will be legendary," began Jayna. "You will be buried with your cunt plug that you love so much, in addition to your anal plug. You will not be given the comfort or dignity of holding solid rejuvenate; instead we will leave you with the three gallon enema you took yesterday. The pump only recycles as you sleep so that you may only feel the substantial weight of the water bearing down on your plugged anus.

Dominique wailed through her gag, but the woman only smiled at her and stroked her hair.

"But that's not all. While awake, you will be given constant clitoral stimulation but you will not be permitted to orgasm. Rather, every time you come close, the stimulator will dispense a sweet glob of food for your bed mates."

Jayna started to put a slotted wedge over Dominique's neck. Restrained as she was, all Dominique could do was squirm slightly in the coffin as Sarah witnessed the most horrifying thing she had ever seen in her life. First, the trio smeared a generous amount of the clear, glossy liquid on Dominique's body, paying special attention to her nipples, vagina, and her plugged and stretched anus. Next, Dominique's coffin was laid horizontally to the floor and an entire tub of the black, pinching spiders were dumped over Dominique's tightly strapped down body.

Dominique's fingers started to wriggle wildly in an attempt to reach her crotch before the horde of insects did but her bonds allowed for nothing. She quickly fell into a fit of hysterical screaming as they crawled over every crevice of her bloated tummy and into her most intimate parts.

"In fact," Jayna continued between screams, "that sugar water is their only food source."

Dominique screams only became more intense as they closed the lid. The black, gangly insects creeping over her naked body was the last image Sarah had of Dominique.

Sarah's mind went blank with terror. The thought that they might do something similar to her was beyond comprehension. She needed to talk her way out. Somehow. Anyhow. But all she could do now was continue to witness.

Dominique's terrible cries could still be heard through the feeding tube and accompanying ring-gag, which was currently keeping her mouth pried open. Jayna quickly silenced them by replacing the tube with a black, rubber penis-gag. Her screams became distant.

The three then became solemn and silent again. Each took up a position surrounding Dominique and began to chant. The chants were dissonant but somehow each voice moved in unison of pitch, each tone shaping an unsettling melody. As the voices intensified, the coffin descended into the floor at the center of the altar. Once it was completely submerged in the stone, the trio grew silent. Then after a while, they rose.

"May this sacrifice be worthy to you, Gala, like the others that have come before," said Jayna. This statement seemed to finalize the horrifying event and they moved towards Sarah.

"Enjoy the show, young one?" asked the woman with the smooth voice. Sarah started to howl uncontrollably, certain that it was now her turn to suffer the same dark fate.

"I told you not to worry," said Jayna. "You and Liza haven't even become aquinted yet."

"Liza, come forth," said the one with the smooth voice.

Liza, wearing a simpler robe stepped from behind Sarah and humbly took a knee before the trio.

"Has your faith come to new fervor after your struggles, young one?" asked the one with the smooth voice as she placed a hand on top of Liza's head.

"Indeed, great mother," said Liza.

"Then show your sisters your body, made anew by Gala."

Liza stripped off her robe, revealing her radiant, naked body. A gasp of approval rose from several voices behind Sarah, and she realized that there was an entire audience sitting behind her watching the horrible spectacle.

"Lovely!" exclaimed the woman. Now, take your new charge with the blessing of the great mothers."

Liza turned and started to walk as a group of attendants pushed Sarah from behind. Turning, she could see an entire congregation gathered in the nave of the building. Each of the all-female members eyed Sarah and Liza with envy and made congratulatory gestures as they walked past. Sarah felt a great deal of embarrassment, as well as discomfort, as the crowd stared at her exposed genitalia and bloated belly. Unsurprisingly, nobody had allowed her to expel any of her stool before the gathering and her anus remained sealed off. She had to admit to herself that while it was embarrassing to be trying to dislodge the plug from her bottom hole in front of a whole congregation of people she would have gladly emptied the contents of her bowels all over the floor regardless of who was watching.

Once they reached the front of the cathedral Liza turned and smiled while she placed a blindfold over Sarah's eyes and covered her ears, leaving Sarah to swim in a world of darkness, confusion, and seemingly endless desperation.

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Body Suit Hell 21

At last some time away from my job and a chance to write! Hope y’all enjoy, I know I did.

Chapter 21: Day 40 in the Gholet, Part 4

Sarah screamed until her breath ran out as the insect continued its relentless assault on her genitals. Powerless to reach down and remove it, all she could do was hope beyond all expectation that Jayna would take it off and put a stop to the brutal stinging and biting. Tears poured from her eyes, each rolling steadily across the rubberized face mask before dropping onto her her distended tummy, each a dedication to the powerlessness she felt.

When at last the suction lessened on her poor clit, the insect began to settle and one of the attendants pulled the poop plug out of her mouth which was followed by a large glob of phlegm and deep breathing. Unfortunately for Sarah, her mouth was still pried open by a gag, making her pleas impossible to articulate. Only a unintelligible babble strewn forth. A large load of drool spurted from her mouth hole as it did.

After slowly regaining her wits, Sarah scanned the room. Dominique was still squatting up and down on the dildo, and Jayna was still downing glasses of wine. Dominique had a panicked look in her eye as tried to get herself off.

"You! Shouldn't do that without permission, whore," spat Jayna. "Pump it again."

Sarah's eyes flung open as she watched the attendants move towards her. She tried to plead with them as they reached down.

"Nuhhh, Nuhhh, URRRRGGGHH!" Sarah cried.

The pain caused her to squirm inside of her confines and she would have been rolling on the ground in agony if not for the unrelenting body shell she was encased in. Worse still, each sting and pinch caused her colon to spasm uncontrollably. The larger-than-previous butt plug they had forced inside her was more than enough to fill her colon. On its own it would have given Sarah a desperate urge to poop on a constant basis. The huge load of hardened stool the plug left sealed inside her was merely the agonizing icing on the cake.

After a time she was awarded with a brief rest, and upon coming to her senses she again looked on at Dominique, now herself resting.

"Well, is that all you've got?" Jayna asked.

Dominique, still gagged, could only moan in response.

"Alright, you can shit a little. But I better see an orgasm."

One of the attendants started wheeling Sarah near Dominique. Sarah started screaming again, remembering Jayna's promise. Sarah could only watch helplessly as the attendants hooked a tube from Dominique's anal plug to Sarah's. Then they opened the valve.

Dominique's bowels emitted a horrible, wrenching sound as they started to empty into the helpless Sarah. As a warm sensation spread throughout the bottom of her belly Sarah could only stare blankly at the stone wall and take the unbearable cramping which soon followed. After a few seconds, the valve was closed again, sealing the enema inside Sarah.

"Go," ordered Jayna, and Sarah could see Dominique start to fuck herself again. Meanwhile, Sarah contended with the enema. Her eyelids fluttered; her body was on the verge of passing out from the agonizing need to shit. Not a drop would come out, no matter how hard Sarah pushed.

One of the attendants quickly stepped into view and looking her in the eyes said, "breath."

Sarah tried to obey, but her mind was starting to scramble. An attendant placed a mask over Sarah's mouth and suddenly she was wide awake again. Then just as suddenly her bowels settled with a loud groan. She took deep breaths and tried to make some sense of what was to become of her next. Meanwhile Dominique pounded away but to no avail.

"What? You can't come anymore?" said Jayna.

Dominique tried to ignore her and keep going.

"I let you shit, just like you asked. If you don't get off on that cunt plug I gave you I'll be fucking pissed."

Dominique started to fuck the cunt plug with a new sense of purpose and a hint of panic. She lunged up and down and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. But the orgasm continued to elude her and after only a short while her legs began to shake again. As her pace slowed, Sarah could hear a loud groan from Dominique’s seizing bowels. She was pouring sweat and grunting loudly.

“All done?” Jayna sounded incredulous.

Dominique tried again to hump the dildo and forget the enema but the game was up.

“Suit yourself,” Jayna said.

Dominique only peered at Jayna with contempt and defeat as she fought off another cramp.

"Well, ladies," said Jayna as she came to a shaky stand. "It appears I have a little problem. As we all know, time never stops moving forward." She began to pace the room.

"Tick-tock."

She walked through the crowd. Liza, lay on the floor naked, ass in the air, and covered in a large amount of her own waste.

"Tick-tock."

Abigail, still tied in the same crouching position, moaned through her mouth gag. Her bowels looked like they were seizing yet again. Her forced constipation had been the longest among the unfortunate group of women in the room.

"Tick-tock."

Sarah had still not been removed from the gholet.

"Tick-tock."

Jayna stopped at the fourth member of the group. Dominique's face grew dark and took on an expression Sarah had not yet seen.

"And sometimes, time is up."

"NUUHHH! NUHHH! PHEES!" Dominique started screaming.

"Shhh- yes, yesss," Jayna said, petting Dominique's head. "Us relics, even we must pay the bill that is due to Her. Immortality is not without cost, after all. And without my Davie, whom do I have to offer?"

Dominique continued to beg as best she could from behind her gag.

"There again," said Jayna, "some final words are worth a trade with you, Dominique." The attendants unhooked Dominique's mouth gag.

"But I've been out of the cycles for so long!"

"You're endless sexual desperation should be enough, we think," said Jayna.

Dominique started to cry. "Send that one!" She motioned her head towards Sarah, and Sarah started to panic, eyes darting rapidly around the room, prying for any explanation to the insanity.

"Ha!" shouted Jayna. "That one is a mean neophyte. They would laugh if I sent her in my stead. No, I think I will give her to Liza as a reward, so she has something to practice with.

"But she has great potential. She would have made a fine pet, Dominique!"

"Oh please Jayna, please," Dominique tried to keep her voice even and appeal to her rationality. "I can keep the quota's up for you, just like I did for-"

One of the attendants abruptly gagged Dominique again.

"Thank you," said Jayna.

"Fortunately for you two, there is a whole lot of time before I need to lay down a new tribute."

Sarah did not feel fortunate.

"I, and the other four relics will communicate with Gala tonight to decide your fate, Dominique."

Dominique's head sunk low and she peered at the floor.

"For now, let's take this one out," she pointed at Sarah.

Without fanfare, the attendants unhooked the gholet encasing Sarah and slowly pulled her out. Sarah was still wearing the body suit which kept her skin glistening in a shiny, black film. The attendants then pulled cables down from the ceiling and attached them to Sarah's arms and legs. Adjusting some leavers, they Sarah suddenly felt her arms and legs being pulled into the air, putting her in a spread eagle position. At first, the pure elation of feeling her limbs extend caused her scream in delight. But after a moment, the presence of the huge load of stool she was being forced to hold again put pressure on her plugged anus. Her belly contracted and howled as the cramps wracked her distended gut. As Sarah tried to dislodge the plug, Jayna laughed and walked over to Abigail.

“But what about you, baldy?” Jayna now addressed Abigail by rubbing her freshly shaved head. “Liza, what do you think? I mean, if it wasn't for these three, you never would have ended up in that box. You should be the one who decides, not Dominique."

Jayna snapped her fingers and an attendant rushed over to Liza’s still restrained form and removed the large mouth gag that was keeping her jaw pried open. Spitting out some of her waste that the gag had forced her to swallow, she said, “double her sentence.”

“Ahh now there is a girl who learns her lesson! I knew that there was a reason I depended on you at some point. If only Dominique saw things my way, maybe all of this could have been avoided," said Jayna. "I hope you see to it that you treat Sarah with the same degree of harshness unless you want to spend time back in that box."

"Yes ma'am," said Liza, before another wave of watery waste water shot out of her bowels with a loud whoosh before splattering across her face.

"Put her back in the gholet," said Jayna.

Abigail screamed uncontrollably as the attendants slowly escorted her restrained form back towards the confines of the torture box.

"Awe, you've been such a patient girl, too. Well, maybe we can work something out, soon, so that you can poop."

Abigail could only cry and incoherently beg to empty her stuffed bowels as the lid was again pushed over her restrained form, sealing her inside once again.

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a partial oral evacuation....”

Abigail now began to wail even louder.

"What? I thought you wanted to go poop? Now you can."

Abigail screamed madly as the attendants inserted a tube into Abigail's butt plug and attached the other end to her gaping, open mouth. Panic set in further once Jayna reached down and opened the valve.

"Enjoy!" With that, she sat back down and returned to drinking wine.

For a time, Abigail managed to somehow hold back the incredible pressure Sarah imagined she must have been experiencing.

Finally, Abigail’s anal sphincter relented and with a loud groan and her pelvic floor began to push down on the plug.

At first, Abigail was overwhelmed with relief as she finally felt herself empty her bowels after What Sarah could only assume was months of holding huge amounts of her own stool. But As a burst of greenish-grey, wet chunks inexorably climbed its way up the tube and closer to Abigail’s mouth she started to scream and frantically look at Jayna- desperate to stop it from entering.

“Nuuuhhh! Nnnnnnnnuuuhhh-“ Abigail convulsed as the concoction filled her mouth- cutting off her screams.

After only a brief moment Jayna closed the valve, letting Abigail down the first mouthful. Then Jayna abruptly removed the capped tube end from Abigail’s mouth- long before Abigail had finished emptying herself.

“That’s all you get for now,” Jayna said. Then the attendants started connecting the tube end to a pump of sorts.

“You know,” began Jayna as she started pushing down on the pump head. “I wonder just how long I’d need to keep you without taking a big poop before you’d ask me to do that again.”

“HURRRRR!” Abigail screamed as her the majority of her stool was packed back into her bulging tummy. A horrified Sarah watched on, incredulous of what was unfolding before her.

Jayna, smiling, turned towards Sarah and manipulated the still-attached tube containing her swollen clitoris as well as the torture bug. Soon, the bug on Sarah’s clit had started to stir again; she could feel it’s small prickly legs rhythmically dig their way across her sensitive flesh as they went from base to tip and around. The sensation was enough to put her teeth on edge. The added fear and anticipation of it biting was enough to drive her insane with fear.

When the first bite finally came, Sarah remembered only crying out, then blackness.

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Body Suit Hell 20

Chapter 20: Day 40 in the Gholet, Part 3

Abigail looked less like a person and more like a white, bloated slug; sweating and moaning as Jayna methodically removed her from the gholet that had encased her body for a period of not less than forty days. Her eyes were glazed over and her hair was a matted mess.

"Uhg your fucking hair! It's like a wet dog," said Jayna, snapping her fingers. In moments, two attendants appeared with clippers and began to methodically shave Abigail's head as she cried.

"What do you think, Dominique? Should I let her shit now?"

Dominique looked up at her with a mix of spite and submission.

"I'll tell you what, when you come she shits. Do it."

Dominique looked down at her belly, trying to recall Jayna to the part of the bargain that included letting her empty some of the enema.

"What? You want that out now? It would be too loose in there! Get fucking."

"Urrr...."

After the cramping subsided, Dominique returned to relentlessly impaling herself on the dildo in an attempt to give herself an orgasm.

All the while Sarah lingered in her gholet, enduring her forced constipation bowel-packing. The ever-present butt plug kept her from letting out even a small amount while still constantly fucked her.

"Sarah?" she had barely noticed that Jayna had approached.

"Did you hear what I said?" Sarah admitted to herself that she hadn't been paying attention.

"Well, what I was saying, is that if you're going to take some of Dominique's enema you're going to need a plug size up to help you hold it."

Sarah recoiled in horror, unable to even make a sound as if trying to scream in a nightmare that never seemed to end no matter how many times she thought she was finally awake.

"HHUUUH! Heeesh het hee shhit," Sarah attempted to beg through her open mouth gag. "HHEEEEESSSH!"

Jayna thought for a minute "I’ll take out your plug and let you go poop. Because I'm nice."

Sarah was so elated to hear this that she momentarily forgot that she was still imprisoned in the gholet. Without fanfare one of the attendants quickly deflated the head of the poop plug and slowly removed it; every greasy inch slipping through her quivering anus.

"URRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

It felt amazing to have the plug finally taken out and Sarah pushed slightly, waiting for the inevitable cascade of waste to come pouring out of her bottom hole. But instead, nothing happened. Sarah started to panic and realized that her waste had become so dense and hard that she was actually quite incapable of passing anything. She looked helplessly at Jayna and the attendants who were smiling about her new plight.

Sarah moaned and wailed but could do nothing to spare herself from the forced constipation. She tired desperately to get anything out that might give her some relief before she was forced to take Dominique’s enema.

"What’s the matter? Can’t get anything out? Better try harder or you’ll be holding a full load for a little while longer."

Sarah was in full panic mode now. She couldn't imagine being forced to hold the gargantuan load of shit even a second longer. She grunted as she pushed and pushed. She bared down until she was out of breath but the demon wouldn’t budge.

"Oh well, looks like you’ll just have to take the next size up without pooping."

Sarah started to wail again as the attendants moved towards her with a new, even larger and more intimidating black butt plug.

"Keep her quiet!" Snapped Jayna and one of the attendants popped open Sarah’s mouth gag before she began to shove her former butt plug into her gaping mouth. Sarah tried to close her eyes, embarrassed and disgusted to be force fed the very intruder that had prevented her from emptying her stuffed bowels for fifty-four days but as soon as the slimy tip made its way over her tongue her eyes flung open wide open in a display of horrified panic.

Unfortunately not even this event was enough to cause Sarah to pass the compacted head past her sphincter despite her titanic effort. Without warning the attendant started shoving the lubricated replacement up inside her, stretching her asshole even further and pushing the load ever deeper.

"Don’t worry, I’ll at least play with you poor little wet pussy while you hold that."

As the base of the plug made contact with Sarah’s gaping asshole Sarah realized that she was about to come. Why, she did not know. Why no longer mattered. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt her loins start to squirt all over the floor. The ecstasy over took her and she would would have screamed in delight if she had not been nearly choking on the huge black ass plug forced between her teeth- relegating her to only loud breathing through the same hole that the enema tube had passed through only moments earlier.

Overcome by the orgasm, Sarah tried desperately to drive herself down on the butt plug but the gholet prevented her from moving. This caused the orgasm to roll on subtly, mixing Sarah’s desperation to shit with the feeling of the dildo stretching her asshole. Her body quaked as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Fuck,” said Jayna. “She’s fucking coming.” Jayna was snapping her fingers at the nearest attendant and pointing.

“You’re not allowed,” she said sternly. She then produced the jar of black insects. Sarah looked on and started to panic, realizing what Jayna was about to do to stop her continuously glorious orgasm. Sarah was about to come again when Jayna threw a bug into a glass tube and put the tube over Sarah’s engorged, pulsating clitoris.

After attaching a pump to the tube, Jayna worked the suction bulb in one hand while holding the tube firmly in place with the other. In a matter of seconds the insect bit down on Sarah’s overly-sensitive bulb.

“URRRRRR!” Sarah screamed, despite the gag. Sixty-two days and still only a ruined orgasm.

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Body Suit Hell 19

Chapter 19: Day Forty in the Gholet, Part 2

Dominique crouched over the cunt plug and looked nervously around the room. She stopped and stared at Abigail, who was still encased in the gholet. A mirror image stared back at her, neither able to speak. While it was difficult to tell how coherent Abigail was at this point, the message her eyes conveyed were very clear: let me out. Dominique eventually looked off to a random point on the floor and sat silently as she gradually took yet another substantial enema.

"I don't know Dominique," said Jayna. "Do you remember what it feels like? That warm fuzzy feeling...no?"

Dominique glanced over for a brief second but made no indication that she was going to change her mind on the matter.

"Hmm, I bet Sarah wouldn't mind being in your position."

Sarah's eyes darted towards Jayna in a brief moment of mad, uncontrollable hope. Jayna laughed.

"See? Look how lucky you are. You should take advantage of your situation while you still have time." Dominique again remained inert and Jayna shrugged and returned to drinking wine.

Meanwhile, Sarah was using every last ounce of willpower she had left to endure the relentless ass fucking she was receiving on fifty-four days of full bowels. The urge to empty was beyond comprehension. Her lower body felt so packed that she could hardly breath. She uncontrollably spurted through her mouth gag and moaned like an animal, counting each thrust as her only measure of time.

After about six glasses of wine, Jayna started to talk again, "There's a few things you don't know Sarah."

Sarah placed the number of things she did not know in much more grandiose categories than "a few".

"You see," Jayna continued, speech only slightly slurred. "Dominique here kept flunking out of the trials on purpose, just to see me."

Sarah had much trouble believing such a thing. Who would ever want to be treated like this?

Jayna laughed again. "You don't fucking believe me, do you? I can't fucking believe you." Jayna made a serious face and pointed at Sarah. She was starting to drunk-ramble. Sarah tried to avoid eye contact and anything that would get her into more trouble than she already was- if that was even possible.

"I mean, shit, you've had that thing on your fucking clit for the last forty days and you're telling me it didn't feel good?"

Sarah's eyes meekly scanned the floor.

"Ha! You are all so quiet tonight," said Jayna, waving her hands at the wrist. "C'mon Dominique, didn't you have fun the last time I let you jump on that thing?"

Dominique was looking noticeably more distressed and sweating profusely.

"Just think," Jayna said softly into Dominique's ear. "By now, you're extra full...it will feel so big."

Dominique still stared ahead.

"Ha, well I guess you don't care if it's a decade until I give you another chance. It's only been a few years, right?"

Dominique whimpered at the suggestion and started to tremble. She shut her eyes and spit through her gag, as if trying to convince herself to endure it.

"Ah, there it is," said Jayna, her lips curling over her perfectly set wine-red teeth, like a shark with a fresh kill caught in her teeth. Something about the way her jaw was set and her nose was elongated added to the horrifying visage. Gliding across the floor, she began to circle Dominique in playful anticipation, laughing now and again.

Meanwhile, Dominique's gaze was alternating between Jayna and Abigail. She was calculating. She closed her eyes again and drove her soaking sex down onto the phallus. There was a wet, slurping noise as she adjusted herself to hit her g-spot.

Abigail began to softly sob.

"Awe, don't be so sad, Abigail. After all, everyone contributes, eventually. Me? I'm going to have another drink and enjoy the show. I've had to wait a long time for this!"

Slowly, Dominique started to masturbate herself of the giant thing. Sarah watched as the black slug wormed its way in and out of Dominique's juicing loins while her distended belly contracted. Abigail was whimpering softly but Dominique ignored her pleas as she relieved her eight and a half years of sexual frustration like an angry animal.

Time dragged on and Sarah was going mad with her need to shit. Being forced to watch another woman- a woman Sarah hated- sexually relieve herself after Sarah herself had been given sixty-two consecutive days of nearly endless orgasm denial sessions filled Sarah with a bitter feeling of inequity. Sarah had endlessly begged to have the inhibitors removed throughout her incarceration in the gholet and Jayna had finally granted her wish; only now instead of getting off from the simulator on her clit she was only being endlessly ass-fucked while on a packed bowel. Worse, Sarah wasn't entirely convinced that Jayna would let her shit by the end of the day. She tried to erase the thought from her mind but it was nearly impossible while being subjected to the torture.

"Still no fireworks yet?" said Jayna. Sarah had assumed Dominique had just been continuously coming based on the noises she was making, but Jayna's comment seemed to indicate otherwise.

"C'mon, I know when you're just...having fun, and when you're having the big oh. Maybe it's not tight enough?" Jayna was talking as if she had scripted it in her head before hand but now that she was drunk, the words sounded ridiculous to her. Laughing, Jayna connected another enema bag to the screaming Dominique, before opening the valve on full.

"HRRRRRR!" Dominique continued screaming in protest as she hate-fucked the cunt plug as hard as she could. After a while Dominique grew tired and relented, and Jayna spoke again.

"Hmm, maybe too much enema?" -she closed the valve.

Dominique sat mostly silent, her eyes twisting in pain. Then suddenly, she sat up and dismounted the cunt plug; a torrent of white fluid followed. Then, she attempted to communicate with Jayna. At first Jayna only laughed, but then rethought it, shrugged, and took out Dominique's mouth gag.

"What do you want so that you'll take some of the enema out?" Dominique said. It was more eloquent than Sarah felt she would have been capable of.

"Abby does another forty days," responded Jayna instantly.

Abigail let out a primordial howl that even Sarah had not yet heard from her mouth.

"We consider Abigail being released from the gholet as the first act as my official reinstatement," said Dominique, trying to sound convincing.

"Deal."

Sarah was shocked.

"Put the gag back on," said Jayna and the attendants followed suit.

"It was also your last order."

Dominique screamed.

"Take her out."

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Body Suit Hell 18

Chapter 18: Day Forty in the Gholet, part 1

Sarah was becoming so used to being a play thing that she had forgotten what it meant to be free. There were no decisions to be made. No appointments to keep. Nothing but endless time. Sarah often contemplated how long Jayna had been doing this sort of thing. In theory, she never grew old, or suffered from sickness (at least not the physical kind).

Even worse, Sarah knew so little of she was there or even involved in this insane game. Every moment she spent in the things had turned into an endless slog of inertia torture. After a while she had stopped caring and only wishing that she were free of the grotesque sculpture in which she was entombed; it was as if she had been returned to womb but rather than a great, soft fleshy place there was only a prison of thick, steely rubber confining her.

The endless probing up her bottom hole was a constant source of agony and humiliation. The ceaseless need for a bowel movement had become so common place that it had intermixed with the waves of orgasm denial to make for an over-all feeling of insane urge.

Then came day forty. Sarah constantly ran the number over in her head, knowing that she had counted correctly and yet doubting herself. She would find out soon enough, she figured. It was night before Jayna acknowledged the important date.

"Well, you all made it, didn't you?" Jayna at last revealed to the quartet. Each girl nervously looked around the room and one and other.

"I think that because I put you in first, it's only fair that you out first," said Jayna, turning to Liza. Liza eyes appeared visibly relieved by the news, despite the mummy case obscuring the majority of her body. She moaned and drooled slightly.

"Well," said Jayna, "Are you ready or should I just leave you here?"

"UUURRRRRHHH!" Liza screamed.

Jayna started to wheel Liza's encased form into the center of the group. Upon arrival, Liza's curvy frame was methodically removed from the mummy box, and it didn't appear to be a moment too soon for Liza. Once she was finally out, Liza started to wiggle around as her face contorted in obscene displays of total helplessness and absolute need.

"Well, well, Liza," continued Jayna. "Desperation is an ugly thing. You know, I said I'd let you out. I didn't mention anything about letting you take a shit."

Liza started screaming and Jayna, laughing.

"You're lucky that you were a good servant before this little incident," said Jayna. "I'll let you earn the opportunity to use a toilet, like an adult."

Liza just stared blankly at Jayna. None of them could believe that the horrendous treatment they had just suffered through was still short of earning them anything short of a full bowel emptying.

Snapping her fingers, two nurses entered the room and promptly maneuvered Liza face-up, with her feet in the air and her body bent in half, thereby giving the entire room a perfect view of Liza's sex as well as the enormous butt plug she was subjected to-stretching her anus. Also plainly visible was her terribly distended tummy which hid her full and painfully bloated intestines. From the display, it was obvious where she would empty. Liza's mouth gag had also been left in and open, ensuring that Liza would be forced to eat much of it.

Jayna completed the point by strapping her head into a weighted, pendulum-like device which allowed her to move her head from side to side if necessary but impossible to hold there for any great length of time.

"What do you think, Liza? Is it worth it to get rid of lucky number sixty-eight?"

"FFEEEESsSS," was all Liza could say to agree to the humiliating bargain, and none in the room would have done differently in her place. As Jayna slowly removed the long, flexible worm plugging up Liza's bowels, Liza started to groan in tandem with her long-plugged intestines. As the wormy thing at last came free, Liza held it for a brief second. Then, a large, hard mass started to work its way out towards Liza's face. Once the grey-black head made it just past her gaping anus, it stopped. Liza took a deep breath and pushed hard, grunting as she did so.

With an audible "pop" the constipation plug cleared her sphincter and flopped off of the side of Liza's head. What followed was an unavoidable torrent of viscus, heavy waste that splattered everywhere. Her only audible noises were her sporadic, labored breathing, and the noise of her crapping her guts all over herself and the floor. While the spectacle must have been unbearably humiliating for Liza, Sarah was certainly envious of her.

At each lull in Liza's rapid expulsion she attempted to clear the remnants of the last load away from her mouth, only to eventually be forced to return the the resting position where it was usually met with another massive wave cascading from deep inside her bowels. Thankfully, the only smell was a slight chemical scent with musk lingering throughout.

After she had emptied a vast quantity of wet solids came the never ending streams of watery diarrhea. It was a pitiful sight to behold as Liza uncontrollably sprayed the oily mess everywhere. The noisy sounds coming from her stomach were interrupted only by loud pops of trapped gas pockets tearing through the air. Each was quickly followed by another serving of the awful cocktail.

Meanwhile, Sarah was forced to contemplate her own enforced constipation. It had been fifty-four days since she had been allowed to poop and every second she remained plugged felt like an eternity. She hoped that she would be emptied next, She knew already that she would agree to anything just to finally get the relief she needed and deserved.

Jayna paced the room, watching the display and putting her hand on each of the remaining three women's encased heads. It was like a demented game of duck-duck-goose.

After a while, she spoke: "you last three won't be as...simple."

Sarah started to fret. The idea of holding it any longer was unbearable.

"Dominique, it still surprises me that you were not only dumb enough, but altruistic enough to even consider rigging the games in favor of your sister. But I suppose that eventually all pets return to their owners."

Dominique, who had just finished taking a third enema bag, only shook in the gholet and looked on in muzzled silence as Jayna rhetorically railed on.

"I have my theories, though. The only way to test this theory is to give you a choice," Jayna said as she started hooking up a fourth enema bag to Dominique.

"Option one involves Abigail going back to trials and then being allowed to at least take a shit afterwards. However, you have to return to being my personal pet- just like the good old days. Just think, we haven't even played 'bladder or butt' yet," Jayna said with a unslightly, twisted smile. Dominique tried not to make eye contact.

"Option two on the other hand, involves you getting to have many, many, many orgasms for a long period of time. Then a full empty, and a discussion about your previous post. All this, at the cost of your sister taking your place as my new pet.

"The interesting part is how you shall choose," Dominique started to glare at Jayna. Jayna smiled and continued, "How long has it been, eh Dominique? My little going away present has no doubt kept you around these parts...."

Jayna turned her gaze towards Sarah. It was not lost on Sarah that Jayna's plans did not mention Sarah's fate in all of this. As Jayna started to walk closer, Sarah was anxious to hear it, or any indication of release.

Instead, Jayna removed the stimulator from Sarah's clitoris. Sarah let out a faint whimper as she did it. While the mad edging came to an abrupt end, she also quickly came to the realization that she had nothing to divert her attention from her very full butt. Then Jayna did something truly unexpected and removed the inhibitors from Sarah.

"You won't be needing that for the next hour or so," Jayna said. She then flipped a switch, and the large phallus buried in her ass jolted to life- slowly fucking her. It pushed painfully on her load and shoved it deeper into her with each thrust. Sarah cried, desperate to do anything to get it out.

Jayna turned back towards the two twins; all three still encased while Liza coughed on more of her own waste in the center of the room. Moving towards Dominique, Jayna removed her from the gholet with the assistance of a few attendants. They took care to make sure the thick rubber cock she had forced inside her remained that way in addition to the large anal plug that was keeping her from shitting out the enema. Last, Jayna strapped her into a odd looking chair of sorts and positioned a mechanical arm between her legs before connecting it to the vaginal dildo. After a brief moment, the black slug pulled out from between her labia followed by a wave of white fluid that splattered onto the floor.

"I'm going to give you what you always wanted, Dominique: a chance to ride that cunt plug without anything stopping you from climaxing. That is- anything but yourself."

Dominique growled.

"If you really care about your sister and her bodily needs- which are plainly visible in front of you- this will be easy. If you care more about the longevity of your sexual desperation-and trust that what will follow will be extensive-then poor little Abigail will have to hold her load just a few weeks longer.

"I'll give you some time to think it over," said Jayna, smiling as she moved toward the sofa.

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Body Suit Hell 17

Chapter 17: Of Pits and Fruit

Deep in the heart of the palace, she woke from a long slumber. Sleep had been well deserved as of late and she was sure that he would make her work even harder, as he did every day.

What abominable dreams they had been though! Overwhelming to be sure, but as always, nothing compared to what would be added to her memories this day.

"How are you, my darling?" she said without saying.

"Ah, very well my sweet," he said. Always his voice seemed to drip like honey but the taste, rather than dripping directly on her tongue, came through the back of her throat as if it had been trapped in her sinuses. She could never fathom why she was still swayed by it but there again, how could she explain anything? The whole event was a much a mystery to her as a revelation.

Then her body began to quake. Not like someone who was afraid, but rather like a racing horse she had once seen at the exit to a gate just before the crack of a pistol sent the creature hurdling skyward on powerful legs. And it was fear, too. The logic never seemed to add up but in the end, somehow did.

"Them, again?" she said, trepidation in her voice.

"Yes," his voice came back with its distinct chime to it. And yet, it had a flatness that scared her.It was an odd juxtaposition every time she experienced it.

Without warning, she felt herself falling from a great height. Around her the cylindrical walls rushed past her eyes as she peered into a deep abyss. At first the horror of falling to her death nearly caused her to heart to stop. But then it started to feel like she was flying.

Then, stillness, as if floating in a warm bath. Here she happily loitered. Hours, days, she did not know. It did not matter.

Then, at length, the water began to tightened around her. Maybe it wasn't the water, maybe the flat, cool river bed...there was something embracing about it, like a hug from an old friend that you had not seen in ages. It wouldn't let go.

Suddenly, the senses started to flood with the urge to move. To expand. To grow. And yet, only containment remained. Relentless containment. It consumed her and served as reminder of her previous freedom and humanity. She screamed- he penetrated her every thought.

Like a small, indomitable pit at the heart of a great fruit Isabel resided. It had only begun.

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I’ll be unleashing the new chapters soon!

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Happy New Year

I just want to take a moment to thank everyone for all the kind words they had to say about my writing and artwork this past year. Of course, I have many new adventures planned for Sarah and the rest of the crew; right now I have mostly a lot of chapters and art halfway done that needs the finishing touches. Here’s to 2018! Stay sick, my friends.

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