Chapter 19 - "Wheeled Clean Outs!"

Our Chinese beauties were now tolerating harsher and more complex bondage situations as Karen and I used all our ingenuity to train them. Our current project was a lead up to a masterpiece and we had spent a long time planning how it would be done. Early in the day they had both been fed and showered and now sat in the playroom, bound hand and foot, watching our preparations.

Temporary ball gags kept them quiet.

We carried the sections of the wheel into the center of the room and bolted them together. Although very strong the wheel was light- weight and only had two spokes in an X format. The spokes crossed at the middle but it was a flat hub and not designed to take an axle.

Two foot high curved bases bolted to the floor and we lifted the wheel to set it vertically in the grooves down the middle of each base. The outer circumference of the wheel rim had hard plastic teeth every inch that fitted in the grooves of the bases.

A heavy duty electric motor would rotate the wheel at various speeds.

Starting with Amy we pushed in a large remotely operated butt plug with a flexible rubber flange that sealed against the skin around her rosebud and held it in place with a tight crotch strap that attached to her waist belt. The strap ran between her buttocks then split on either side of her vagina and buckled to the front of the belt.

After lacing her into a black leather cat suit we spread-eagled her on the wheel, her arms and legs lined up with the spokes, and the hub tight against her belly button. A criss-cross of tight straps wrapped around each spoke, and her waist, to hold her hard against the wheel.



From the shoulder to the points of her fingers, her arms were encased in heavy leather arm sheaths and the rings at the ends of the mitts attached her to the rim of the wheel. Strong cords at the elbows and knees held her to the spokes and her wide spread legs were laced into stiletto heeled boots with more cord from the ankles to the wheel's rim. The cat suit was crotchless allowing us easy access to her vagina and the built in bondage bra had small openings allowing the breasts to bulge through.

Rings through her pierced nipples were pulled to each side and attached to the spokes with thin cord.

Amy's jaws were spread wide with a metal ring gag and her head tightly laced into a kid leather helmet. Hollow nostril inserts were in her nose and a temporary plug in the gag stifled her moans. Nearly half an hour later Susan's position matched her sister except she was upside down on the other side of the wheel.

The adjustable impaling poles fitted into brackets on the inside rim of the wheel between the legs of the helpless girls. We started the knobs of the large, ridged, dildos about an inch inside of them and locked the mechanism. The rods holding the gag plugs slid up (and down) the poles until level with the mouths of our two captives and were locked in place with setscrews.

Pulling out the ball gags we adjusted the length of the rods until their mouths were filled with the plugs that then locked in place in the ring gags. Each plug had a hollow channel through the middle and was held in place with straps around their heads.

Plastic reservoirs clamped to each shaft and the hoses from them ran to the openings of the gag plugs. The containers held a thick, syrupy mixture of a potent laxative.

To make sure that everything was working properly, we released the mechanism and slowly turned the wheel until the trigger on the outside of the rim hit the ratchet of the impaling pole's base between each girls' legs. As it did so the dildos moved 1/4 inch deeper.

Setting the motors at their slowest speed we turned them on and grinned as with each revolution the inserts were driven deeper and deeper. Once they were buried to their full length a contact on the flanges automatically reversed the system and they gradually retracted to their starting position.

Held rigidly against the spokes, mouths full of jaw stretching gags locked in place by the rods of the gag plugs, we checked that each girl had sufficient natural lubrication occurring and then engaged the secondary triggers of the set up and re-started the wheel. As each girl revolved the first trigger moved the dildos and the second one a ratchet one notch.

The timing was adjusted so that just as thick penis dildo reached the top of its stroke the second ratchet triggered a pump that shot a thick wad of the liquid into the throat of the other girl.

We carried our lunch back to the playroom and enjoyed it as we watched Amy and Susan being systematically violated, struggling to breathe through their noses between the unexpected need to swallow at the same time. In fact, every one of their senses was on overload when we finished this part of the project by aiming the remote control and turning on the butt plugs.

After fifteen minutes we stopped the equipment and Amy's eyes pleaded as I refilled the reservoir then gave the wheel a half spin and refilled Susan's. When those were empty we again stopped the wheel but locked it so the girls were horizontal to the floor. That way one of them would not be upside down while Karen and I dressed in our leather pant suits and spent a couple of hours out shopping.

When we came back the laxative had done its job but the butt plugs were well sealed and the results had no place to go. We let them suffer for a little while longer before releasing them from the wheel, moving them over to the toilets and tying them in place before donning disposable gloves and pulling the plugs.

I mean anyone can shove a nozzle up an ass when an enema is required but Karen and I preferred to be a little creative - much to the distress and discomfort of Amy and Susan!