When we went back in for dinner I felt much better and less stressed. AFTER dinner and a little nap they took me down to the “washroom.”

Cora walked beside me as we went down the stairs and told me, “Seth, I want you to let us do a high colonic on you tonight. We need to get you totally cleaned out and now that you seem fully recovered I believe that you are strong enough for that.”

“What is the difference between that and what you have been doing to me? Is it REALLY, really bad? I mean is it going to hurt a lot or what.” I asked, apprehensive based on her worry that I hadn’t been strong enough for it before now.

“No, it isn’t really painful Seth. It is just tiring and strenuous. There will be a lot of enemas and the last few will be large and injected into the upper regions of your colon. It is very tiring and when it is done we are going to do a special implant that will make you very sleepy.”

“Do you think that this is something that I really need?” I asked.

“You are getting a lot of enemas and after your near death experience there is no way that you could have a healthy and balanced system. We find that periodic restocking of your intestinal flora makes for better health. We are VERY healthy and we are sure that one reason for that is that, because of our lazy bowel problem, we have kept our system well stocked and treated.” She looked over to her sisters. I saw this and looked to them as well and saw them nod.

Cora took me to one of the cots stripped me and had me lie down with my head in her lap. “Seth, how old would you guess that we are?”

I looked up at her, “I don’t know, mid to late 20s maybe. You are probably somewhere around my age.” I was certain that I was about 26 or so myself. It was one of those things that I just felt that I KNEW.

Cora stroked my face gently, “Baby, we are somewhat older than that; enough so that we are pretty sure that we can help you live a lot longer than you would normally expect if you will let us.”

“How old are you then?” I asked puzzled.

They all laughed and Cora said, “Now you KNOW that isn’t a question that you ask a lady.”

Gina tossed in, “Let’s just say that we could nearly have a son your age.”

I looked up at Cora, “NO WAY!!!”

“Sorry sugar, I’m afraid that you are in the clutches of four older women that have lustful intentions for your youthful body.”

I thought about it for just a bit and then smiled, “It doesn’t really matter does it? I mean as long as you like me, you won’t hold my youth against me will you. You WANTED me to be like your little boy you said.”

Cora looked at me and then laughed, “Ok you got me there. No, it doesn’t really matter. I think that tomorrow you are going to be surprised at how much better you feel.”

“I don’t see how much better I COULD feel Cora. I feel GREAT now.”

“Just wait and see baby, you will feel better.” She assured me.

Ashley rolled a stand over beside my cot and Cora rolled me to my side so my face was snuggling her tummy. The bag was the usual one, 3 quarts of milky white soapy solution. Someone lifted my cheek and lubricated me deeply and carefully. It was not the usual playful way it is usually done. There was no prostate massage.”

Cora patted me on the head, “We will be more gentle Seth because you will be getting a lot more than usual we don’t want you getting tender or tired to early on.”

“How many enemas are you going to give me?”

You are going to be clean top to bottom and then we will fill you to distension. It isn’t a number or an amount it is just until we are done. Then we will put our implant in and you will be plugged for 12 hours. When we unplug you, you will get a couple of very gentle enemas and if you are a really good boy we will give you a surprise goodie.”

“What kind of surprise goodie?” I asked.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you that now would it?” The nozzle was slipped in and the clamp opened.

Generally when I had gone down with them for their evening enemas there were two giving and two getting or Cora would be giving to everyone in rotation and then they would do her. This time it seemed that everyone was going to be involved in giving me my enemas. Even though they were twins and all the same age, Cora seemed to always be the one in charge like she was the BIG sister. This puzzled me so I asked Gina about it.

She explained that even though they were quads they were also each very different from each other. Cora by nature was the more assertive and bossy. She was also the family techno geek and could do things with a computer that were unreal. She nearly always got her way but often left hurt feelings behind. Ashley on the other hand could wrap most men or even women around her little finger. She was the family artist and probably the best of them with one on one matters with other people. Gina explained that even though she didn’t look it that Ellen was a black belt in three separate martial arts and was lethal with hands or weapons of any kind and protected them.

“What does that leave for you to be? I mean Cora is the boss, Ellen is the badass, and Ashley is the seductress. What is your roll?” I had asked her.

She kissed me gently and grinned, “I would think that was obvious. Cora is our heart, Ellen is our body and Ashley is our soul…I’m the brains of the outfit. Body, Mind, Heart and Soul…we have it all covered that way.

The enema suddenly pulled me out of my recollection as it began to twist inside me and make itself known. “OH Jesus Gina! Can you stop it for a minute?”

“Certainly little one; we aren’t in any hurry.” She closed the clamp and gently caressed my swollen tummy. “I know that this is a little crampy and hard to take but you have to or we will use a retention nozzle that won’t let you release until we are done. You have two of these to take and then it will get a lot easier for you.”

“What is it? I mean what is in this one?”

“We are going to do a complete clean start on your colon. This and the next one will mostly clean out all of your currently existing bacteria and then we are going to replace them with new, better and more productive bacteria. You won’t believe how much better you will feel.

The enema flowed and she was right! It WAS mean and I cramped a lot all the way through it. Ashley comforted me, kissing and pettimg me while Cora handled the flow. The other sisters were busy taking their own enemas before mine was done.

Ashley told me how good I was doing and then kissed me deeply making me feel like I would do ANYTHING for her if she would just ask. Cora gently stroked my tummy when I cramps and then other parts of me in between the cramps. As bad as the enemas was, the hold was even worse and I was just sure that something awful was going to happen. I warned them of this repeatedly but they just laughed and reassured me that I would do fine. Finally, just before the 15 minute hold was done I cried at them and Ashley made Cora let me go a minute early.

The release was huge and relief doesn’t begin to describe how it felt. When it slowed down I asked, “Is the next one going to be this bad? If it is, I don’t WANT it!” I was feeling very grumpy and not at all sure that this was something that I needed. I FELT great; I just couldn’t remember things! I told them that. “I don’t think that I need this shit! I feel fine. The problem isn’t with my body it’s with my fucking mind! I can’t remember things and I don’t think these gut busting fucking enemas are going to help THAT!”

Ashley was beside me petting on me and Cora was making me another big soapy enema. Cora’s head whipped around and she snapped, “I don’t believe that I ASKED you if you wanted this now did I?”

Ashley whispered, “Don’t go there Seth! You need this and Cora will tear your cute little ass up if you push her.”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!!!” I wailed. “I don’t want anymore and you shouldn’t MAKE me. I know that I said that I would do what ever you wanted but I didn’t know that it was going to include WATER TORTURE!”

Cora finished the bag and hung it on the stand. She washed her hands and came to me. I looked up and into her eyes and shivered. She stood in front of me looking down on me until the flow slowed and then stopped. Gently she pulled my head forward and Ashley cleaned me up. While she held my head down she gently massaged my neck and shoulders and I noticed that it was quiet and nobody was saying anything.

When I was clean she helped me up and took me over to a short backed chair. “Bend over the back and hold the seat Seth.” She told me in a soft almost whisper. She reached over and pulled a belt from a drawer in a chair side table.

“PLEASE Cora! I’m sorry! I was just upset! That enema was awful!” I begged.

“A, you don’t cuss at me! B, if you are going to live with us you will accept enemas when ordered because they will do things for you that you can’t imagine at this time.” She raised her voice then. C, you MIND when I give you a DIRECT order! Bend over NOW and grab that seat!”

Without thought or hesitation I did it and wailed, “PLEASE NO!!!”

“Too late for that little boy!” She snapped, “Don’t you DARE turn loose of that chair or stand up. If you do I’ll restrain you and then just peal the hide off you ass!”

I heard the belt coming before it landed. After that I was making too much noise to hear much of anything. It went on and on and I just hung on to the chair and bawled as she whipped me. She would pause occasionally and discuss things with me like keeping a civil tongue in my head and minding as I promised to do. When she stopped the last time she asked, “NOW, do you think that you can take your enemas like a big boy without any further histrionics?”

“YES MA’am!!! PLEASE no MORE!” I squalled and begged her.

She helped me up and turned me around. She kissed me and held me until I calmed and then led me back to the little cot.