Chapter 77: That Hits the Spot

Kathy squirmed as the nice PTA lady worked the enema nozzle into her bottom. Soon she was filled with warm, soapy water and told to scurry off to the rest room, where she joined Christi in a line of slightly sloshing moms and schoolgirls waiting for the toilet. The girls did their business and clicked back to the enema booth for their rinse, then back to the rest room for a second release.

"What kind of lubricant would you like, dear?" The lady smiled as Kathy knelt across the table for the third time. "We have quite a selection to choose from."

"Spanish Fly formula, please." Kathy replied politely.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, we're not doing stimulants tonight because its 'The Story of "O".' We have rough or fine sandpaper, first, second or third degree burns, cramping, raw'n'bleedin', and plain formulas. What would you like?"

"I'll take plain formula, I guess," Kathy sighed in slight embarrassment as the slick nozzle slipped into her sparkling clean sphincter, "I'm nowhere near the masochist my sister Becky is."

"Or, me!" Christi teased from the next table. The blue eyed brunette wiggled her bottom temptingly. "I'll take a little of everything," she giggled, "and be cruel about it."

"Anything you say, young lady," the attendant smiled wickedly. Kathy stared in amazement as both nozzle and hand vanished up Christi's pert backside. The pretty torture mouse's mouth curled into a most curious "that hits the spot" grimace as the volatile mix made contact with her internal nerve endings.

Then it was off to the concession stand for candy and pop before joining the throng entering the auditorium. An usher found the girls good seats on the laps of two gentlemen in the VIP section just as the house lights dimmed for the show.

Kathy clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from cackling when Becky stepped into the center stage spotlight. She couldn't believe the girl in the black wig and makeup playing the role of the heroine of the second sexual revolution was her own freckle faced little sister.

Becky pantomimed as the narrator read the opening sentences of the children's classic that set the scene for "O's" stirring initiation into Rosey. Then she was forced to her knees and the women in the audience let out a collective gasp when the size of her partners' shafts became apparent. Becky howled beautifully as the first entered her more narrow passage. Her performance inspired many in the audience, including Kathy and Christi's seatmates, to do the same and the auditorium soon rang with a chorus of pitiful wails.

Kathy really didn't pay too much attention of the scenes that followed because she was too busy trying to stay conscious as her insides were stretched most unpleasantly. Although she did catch glimpses of Becky's branding and having her pubic hair ripped out, her violator's needs weren't completely satisfied until it was time for the finale.

"O" was addressing a crowd in front of the French parliament building, calling on the lawmakers to revoke women's rights and return them to chattel. Becky flawlessly recited "O's" speech declaring that "there is no higher honor for a woman than to suffer for the pleasure of others." Then, in a moment immortalized in thousands of paintings, stories and songs, she tore off her clothes -- except for her stockings, of course -- and vowed to "never say 'no, ' again."

"Join me, women of France," she implored the crowd, "come kneel beside me! Let our suffering show men our eternal gratitude for the gifts of universal birth control and a lifetime of beauty! Let us always welcome them into our bodies and wear their seed on our faces as a symbol of our submission!"

Kathy felt almost involuntarily drawn into the line that streamed toward the stage. She knelt next to Christi and raised her bleeding bum high in the air. It wasn't long before strong hands wrapped around her waist and a man sausage, again, forced its painful way through her narrow back door.

After what seemed like forever, her partner withdrew and rushed to center stage so he could explode on Becky's beaming face. "A star is born," Kathy cheered as she watched the little thespian's features slowly disappear under fuselage after fuselage of liquid praise.