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21 Days of Treatment

Chapter 3

Bobbie was stripped naked by Jake and Randy. She thought to herself that this feels perfectly normal so far. The men took her to a wall in the big shower room that had chains hanging from rings in the wall. Pressing her face and belly against the cold tile she had shackles strapped to her ankles and wrists. The chains were hooked to the manacles and she was spread out and stretched into a standing spread eagle. A large pad was tied to her waist that forced her ass to stick out from the wall. She could tell this was not going to be easy. Turning her head and she saw the short nurse drag what appeared to be a fire hose with a long nozzle across the room. She also could see there was what looked like big aquarium tank on a high platform that the hose was attached to. It was full of a cloudy white liquid and steaming hot. Helga came was there as well, they were both wearing rubber aprons and arm length rubber gloves. Helga had a long thin cane in both hands and said, “This will be our first time for us to get to know who you are. This is one of things I enjoy most of all, learning the new girl’s limits.” With this she swung the cane against my bare ass. I saw it coming but nothing would have prepared me to the shock of that little stick as it left a bright red line across my ass cheeks. “She’s ready now, open the valve and let’s fill her up.”

The nozzle was not small but with the pressure of the water my anus opened easily and Mildred began fucking my ass and making my belly press even harder against the pad on the wall. The orderlies eased the tension on my arms so I could bend at the waist and ease the pressure of that enema pumping me full. On a signal from Helga the hose was removed and the arm bondage was eased some more. In a near squatting position my body expelled a wretched load of soapy water and shit. The flow seemed to never stop but the staff was ready, they had stepped away and shower head were turned on to flush the mess on the floor. The shower then was off again and the chains were pulled tight to put me back into the spread suspension. The nurses also returned and this time a flexible tube was in place of the brass nozzle. The flow was resumed as the tube began to wind its way up into my ass and lower tract. Helga was holding a large ball which was like a n oversized donut that the colon tube had been threaded through. She was holding the large ball against my sphincter as Mildred eased to tube in with a twisting motion. With her free hand Helga was now massaging my solar plexus and able to direct the end of the tube to make the bend at my ribs and cross to my right side and then down again to my hip. Mildred said, “This slut can really take it up the ass, she’s got nearly 30 inches inside her, there is only six inches to go.” She held the tube and retention ball while Helga stepped away. My gut was now three times its normal size, I was powerless to resist the steady flow that was now an unbearable pressure. Helga returned with a bulging enema bag that she hung above my head. I wonder what a 2 quart bag was for with nearly 50 gallons in the tank to fill me. She produced an oral gag that was connected to the bag’s hose and told me to open my mouth. The gag had straps that she tightened behind my head so now I could only breathe through my nose. I knew this because she checked by pinching my nostrils shut. I panicked and squirmed violently. She took this as a sign I was not cooperating and delivered four harsh smacks on my ass with the cane. With all of my reactions I was not resisting the pressure of the enema and it not looked like my tummy was holding the world’s largest watermelon. My skin was stretched so tight it may as well have been a watermelon inside me. Helga said to my I was not going to like the taste of what began to flow into my mouth and she was right. It was slightly like lemonade but more so, I knew it was mixed with vinegar. Now the pressure was really building as my stomach filled with the nasty brew. If that wasn’t enough she now was fingering my labia and into my vagina. She found what she wanted in my defenseless pussy. She began sliding a catheter tube into my urethra until it entered my bladder which quickly empted since it was the only orifice I had to relieve the pressure the two hoses in me was creating. The relief was temporary as she connected a tube to a saline drip once my pee stopped flowing. Now I was being pumped up in a three way apparatus. As my mouth filled I had to swallow or not breathe. The flow from the hose in my ass was never going to stop and now my bladder was being filled. As the saline bag was nearly empty she took it down and by holding just above my hips I was able to squeeze the solution back up into the bag. Empting my bladder of course allowed even more enema solution to fill my gut but the nurses were not going to give me any time to relax. The full bag was lifted again and I was powerless to stop the flow into my bladder again. I was loosing track of how many times I peed into that bag but some how I survived long enough that the gag and catheter were removed and while holding the retention ball the colon tube was pulled out. Before I could release my bowels a plug was inserted in my eager ass hole so that I could not blast myself out of my discomfort. The bonds were removed and I was eased onto my hands and knees only to discover why Helga was wearing the rubber gloves and apron. She removed the plug with one had and suddenly I had her skinny hand sliding into my ass. She knew what the task was and set to it. Initially slowly she was able to slide her hand and arm deep inside my body, in this position and with who knows how many quarts of water in my tract she began stroking in and out. The effect was not unlike pumping water from a well. With every stroke more was flowing out of my ass. She was punching deep into my gut, so much I could feel her fist against my belly button on the down stroke.

I don’t know if she tired of this, I had stopped squirting but she seemed to enjoy jamming her hand and arm deeper with every stroke but she did stop. I was lifted onto a gurney and wheeled out of the shower complex. I looked up to see that nearly all of the aquarium tank was empty and thought to myself, “Is that why we stopped?”