Molly helped Martha to the table and provided a step stool for her to climb on to it with. On her left side, Martha was covered with a blanket that had a sewn slit in it with an extra flap to cover her rear.

“Mrs. Simmons, I have to give you a couple of enemas before the Doctor comes back. You’re going to need to grit your teeth before they are done because they really do cramp,” Molly said.

Martha was wondering what she had got herself into as Molly drew water into four of the jugs in front of her and adding different colored liquids and several different powers to each. Martha had taken enemas at home, everyone did. This seemed to be a little too much.

“Your not going to give me all of that are you?” Martha asked.

“Yes Ma’am I am, but not all at once. This is just to get you ready, the Doctor usually gives some really big enemas, and these really aren’t that big.” Molly said.

You couldn’t have proved that with Martha as a witness. Molly rounded the end of the table picking up an enema nozzle that was over fifteen inches long and as big around as a sausage with an even larger end on it.

“Oh please, your not going to put that in me are you?” Martha pleaded.

“Yes Mrs. Simmons, I have to,” Molly said as she connected the tubing from under the table. “Just try to relax, this is the easy part. You have a lot more coming up with Dr. White.”

Martha felt the thick white Vaseline being forced into her rear and then an intrusion that was much worse than the one into her vagina a half hour before. Molly was holding her front pelvis and forcing this instrument into her rectum. Martha tried to bolt to no avail, the pain was incredible and then ‘pop’ it went in. Martha‘s rectal spasms gripped the shank of the instrument so that Molly couldn’t move it for a moment or two. Finally she moved the bulbous head deep into Martha’s bowel. The first enema started with Martha clawing at the edge of the table for relief. Molly let the enema out through the head of the nozzle that was embedded in Martha’s bowel. It was allowed to exit through the same nozzle. A second and third enema was given, each larger in volume than it’s predecessor. Martha was in tears when Dr. White returned.

“Nurse, I want a standard seven set up for irrigation of Mrs. Simmons, she might be an overnight guest so you need to make her room ready.. Now Mrs. Simmons let’s see about your bowel situation.” Dr. White commented as he picked up a two foot long proctoscope.

Martha shivered as the shiny pipe slithered up into her body. There were a few moans and groans but nothing to inhibit the Doctor Martha felt like she was being raped with the steel member of a giant. He slowly withdrew the instrument looking at every passing part of her conduit.

“Well, everything looks alright on the lower end Mrs. Simmons. I do think we need to see how you react to full colon irrigation which may take several attempts and then we have to treat you for that nervous condition. I realize that it is a great expense, on top of the $00.75 for the office visit there another $3.00 charge for an overnight stay, and is that alright with you?” Dr. White questioned.

“Well, yes that’s fine Doctor but you will have to send word to my husband that I won’t be home.”

“I’ll take care of that personally. Molly, get Mrs. Simmons ready for a full syne wave treatment for nervous conditions and set up her irrigations here and in the overnight room.” Doctor White said..

“Is all of this going to be painful?” Martha asked after the Doctor left.

“Mrs. Simmons, I can’t and I am not supposed to say whether it is or isn’t. I will tell you as one woman to another, some of it feels wonderful, the rest of it either hurts in the normal sense or it feels like you’re giving birth to an elephant.”

“Like when you shoved that enema thing into me a while ago?”

Molly’s head and eyes dropped, “Mrs. Simmons, that nozzle might have hurt like hell but it was just the start. Doctors like to use women and make them suffer. I don’t know why. There really isn’t any getting out of it. If you or I complain, no one will listen. Just try to go with it. Now lay on your back and raise your knees so you can spread your legs.” Molly unbuttoned the top of Martha’s gown exposing her breasts and then pulled the bottom up from her bent knees. Using a small paint brush out of a glass bowl she coated Martha’s breasts and feminine area liberally. Next she coated a metal object with the bowl contents and ask Martha to raise her legs. With little resistance the metal device with wires went well into her rectum and seated itself, although Martha was squirming around from the effects of it. A second, much larger round metal cylinder with wires was inserted into her vagina and two wide spring loaded clips held her labia together trapping the cylinder inside of her. A small motor thing was placed on her mons and secured with a belt around her waist. Next, two metal cups were placed over her breasts and the wires connected to the machine.

“This will be your first ‘syne wave’ treatment Mrs. Simmons for nervousness. It’s uncomfortable to start out with but you will start to feel better in a few minutes,” Molly told her as she turned the power on. It took several minutes for the console to start working. First the motor on her mons began vibrating against her clitoris, then mild shocks went from her rectum to the clips on her labia and then to the cylinder inside of her, then there were shocks going from one breast to the other. Slowly Molly turned the knobs increasing the intensity of the currents and the speed of the motor on her mons. Soon, Martha was pressing the cups on her breasts tighter and arching her pelvis in rhythm to the currents that passed into her. The cycles were about fifteen seconds long and she was having an orgasm with each cycle. Soon a stream of pearly clear liquid flowed from under the clips on her labia.

“I’m going to give you about a twenty minute treatment Mrs. Simmons, and then the Doctor will start your first irrigation.” Molly sat down watching the woman wreath and contorts from the effects of the treatment. After a few minutes Martha began to moan, Molly went to the console turning a switch and adjusting the knobs slightly higher. Martha was now trying to spread her knees as far as possible as she arched her pelvis up even further to meet the invisible invader. The twenty minute treatment seemed like an eternity. When Molly turned the machine off, Martha collapsed on the table gasping for breath. Molly removed the clips, motor and the metal inserts from the woman’s vagina and rectum placing them in a tub of water with the metal cups. “We’ll be using these again several times tonight and tomorrow Mrs. Simmons.”

“I never, never felt anything like that before. I don’t know if I could take another treatment.” Martha finally got out between breaths.

“Most women say that but they do just fine and usually come in for one treatment a week. We have one patient that comes in three times a week.” Molly told her.

Doctor White opened the door, “Well how are you feeling now Mrs. Simmons?” He spread her knees examining the puddle of discharge between her legs.

“A bit exhausted Doctor.”

“I gave her a twenty minute treatment at the beginning rates Doctor.” Molly offered.

“That’s good but she will need four or five more treatments, is the irrigation ready?”

“Yes Doctor, do you want a forty?”

“No give me a sixty”

Molly retrieved a red rubber tube that she had to hold above her head to keep off the floor. The diameter was enormous.

“What is that?” Martha asked.

“That’s a colon tube for your bowels Mrs. Simmons.” The Doctor told her.

“How much of that are you going to put in me?”

“All of it before we’re done.” The Doctor told her, “Now please turn on to your left side and pull your knees up.”

Martha did as she was told whispering repeatedly under her breath “Oh my God, Oh my God.” The Doctor filled the tube with fluid from a connector leading to a series of large white enamel tanks on a shelf. She felt a generous amount of a very thick lubricant being forced into her before the tip of the hose penetrated her. Molly was standing in front of her face ready to do the Doctors bidding.

“The worst part is the beginning here Mrs. Simmons, getting around these bends, hold her hips Molly.” With that he started pushing in earnest advancing the hose. Martha tried to get away from it but couldn’t because Molly was holding her hips. It felt like her insides were going to be pushed through the wall of her stomach. She let out a scream as the hose passed her upper sigmoid and a gush of hot fluid signaled the start of the enema. The Doctor would fill her to bursting and then let it run back out through the tube. As it ran out he would install another couple of inches of the tube and then fill her gut again. Molly poked and pushed on her left side to help the tube around another bend. She could feel the intrusion as it crept across under her rib cage and then down her right side.

“Now we can give you a real enema Mrs. Simmons.” The Doctor said. He pulled a couple of inches of the tube out and started an enema again. This time the fluid filled her passed normal pain, her stomach swelled and the skin was tight before he allowed it to drain out. Another two inches was removed and the process was repeated, each time filling every available space in her bowels. He was nearly an hour giving this withdrawal series of enemas.

Molly helped her to a commode and then to the bed in the adjoining room. “After she rests for a while, give her the next treatment in the ‘prone’ position Molly, increased as normal, say for an hour.” Doctor White told the Nurse.

“Yes Sir.” Martha had already dozed off.

Martha slept for about an hour waking to have to use the commode again, her stomach was sore from the ordeal. Molly came in carrying a tray of hot tea and some broth.

“Try to have some teas and broth before your next treatment Mrs. Simmons.”

“Are you going to do that to me again?” Martha looked worried.

“Similar,” Molly said, “but this time in here with you laying face down and some different equipment.” Molly pushed the large electrical console in to the foot of the bed and then set a padded ‘v’ shaped box in the middle of the bed with wires coming out of the back. There was a large rubber cylinder sticking out of it with a rounded end and pointing towards the pillow, it had metal rings around it. A tray sat next to the bed with the metal breast cups and the metal thing that had been introduced to Martha’s backside.

She finished the meager meal and Molly told her to remove her gown and kneel on the bed below the ‘v’. Her breasts were painted and the cups put in place held by a ribbon of gauze tied in back. The rubber cylinder was also coated with the same slippery compound. “Now I want you to lay forward and then scoot back so this goes into you in front.” Molly instructed.

“Oh Nurse, it’s so large and long.” She complained.

“We have four of these Mrs. Simmons, this is the smallest, and I’ll help you as much as I can.” Molly said.

Martha did as she was told starting to impale herself on the instrument. She hadn’t felt that much pressure down there since the night she lost her maidenhead. She stopped, “It won’t go anymore,” she said.

“Yes it will Mrs. Simmons, there are two more bands of electrical contacts that have to be inside you. Raise your buttocks and then scoot your chest down, then you can lower yourself on to it.”

Martha did so and let out a low guttural moan as the last of the thing disappeared into her tightly stretched vagina. Molly opened a drawer on the side of the console removing a different somewhat longer metal anode for the woman’s rectum. It was longer and fatter but it tapered down before it flared out at the near end so that the patient’s anal sphincter would hold it in place without it traveling deep into the bowel. She lubricated it and spread Martha’s hips. “Take some deep breaths please.” Martha could feel the cold steel in her rectum gliding against the rubber thing in her vagina. She winced and moaned as it finally came to rest inside her.

Molly turned the console on allowing it to warm up before turning the knobs up. When she did, Martha could feel movement in her vagina and around her clitoris. Then the waves of electrical stimulation began. At first there was the urge to squeeze her legs together and then to push herself down on to the rubber mass that was in her vagina. Her breasts were tingling. Slowly the intensity increased until she was visibly squeezing her hips together as she tried to get closer in contact with the pad below her clitoris and the pumping of the rubber mass in her. Molly covered her with a sheet and allowed the treatment to continue. Every ten minutes or so the knob settings were increased slightly to intensify the orgasms. The cycles were fifteen seconds, with an hour of treatment Martha was slated for at least two hundred forty orgasms in one hour.

With fifteen minutes to go Doctor White stuck his head in the door. “How’s the patient doing?” he as he watched the contortions of several cycles.

“Fine Doctor, about another fifteen minutes before she is finished. Do you want to irrigate her again when this is done?” Molly asked.

“Yes, set everything up with a 72. She did so well with the first irrigation I think all she will need is a couple of enemas in the morning before she goes home.” he replied.

“Am I going to give her any more treatments?” Molly asked.

“Yes, one tonight and one after the enemas in the morning, I think that should have her nerves calmed down.”

Molly went into the clinic room and began filling the enameled buckets and setting everything out for Martha’s next irrigation. In a few moments the bell on the console rang, Martha’s treatment had finished.

Molly pulled down the sheet covering her patient, a thin line of froth was dribbling over the edge of the pillow and the padded sheet below her pelvis was soaked with the fluid that still escaped the rubber invader of Martha’s vagina. There were still slight muscle spasms in the woman’s body as she was helped down on to a wheel chair with a commode.

“Oh, I’m so sore,” Martha said. “I’m exhausted and so sore.”

“Where are you sore?” Molly asked as if she didn’t know.

“Between my legs, oh I am so sore…” Martha repeated.

“I’ll put some balm on you that will ease you Mrs. Simmons before you have your irrigations.”

“Irrigations? Not another enema or enemas? Oh no, not that big thing up in me again, please tell me no.” Martha was getting frantic.

“No Mrs. Simmons, Doctor White isn’t going to use ‘that’ tube again in you tonight.” Molly told her. She didn’t tell her that he was going to use one that was half again as large. Molly positioned the woman on the table below the white enamel buckets covering her with a sheet.

Martha felt a cold balm being applied to her newly naked pubic area which immediately relieved the soreness. Next she felt the rectal intrusion of an instrument and something being forced into her that was thick, heavy and greasy.

“Oh Nurse, is this necessary? I mean this enema or what ever it is I am supposed to get? Is it really necessary?” Martha inquired.

“Yes, this one really is. It’s going to make you feel a lot different.” Molly said.

“Is it going to hurt like the last time, am I going to feel like I’m going to explode, or can’t hold any more?” Martha asked.

Molly smiled and paused, before there was an answer Doctor White came in. “Well Mrs. Simmons, one more irrigation should have you in fine shape. Usually it takes three or four for women of your size and age on the first visit. I’m going to irrigate you and then Molly is going to give you another treatment for your nerves tonight and make sure you get some rest with a good dose of Laudanum. In the morning I’ll have a look at your bowels before treatment and then Molly can give you an enema or two if you need it before you go home. Right now we are going to have to put some restraints on you because of the muscle reflex as these irrigators go up in your bowels. There is a lot of ‘pressure’ sometimes but it isn’t all that bad. Just breathe deep and push like you were trying to have a bowel movement…Molly.” The Doctor nodded as if she should start.

Molly quickly strapped Martha’s left leg to the table at her knee and then brought her right knee up pinning it with a peg behind the knee; another was placed in front of her pelvis with another strap holding the small of her back against it. A padded cuff went around Martha’s right wrist holding it to the edge of the table, she was immobile.

“Oh God! What is he going to do to me?” Martha asked in fear.

“Nothing Mrs. Simmons that hundreds of other women haven’t had done, men as well. It isn’t pleasant but you will be alright.” Molly reassured her. “The Doctor is going to use a ‘72’, it’s quite large and uncomfortable but it is the latest thing from France. It lets the fluid in with several channels and lets it out in one large one. When he pushes into you, just bear down like you are trying to move your bowels. It really isn’t so bad.”

Doctor White spread Martha’s hips exposing the tight brown round orifice and proceeded to violate it with the obscenely large combination tube in his right hand. It had barely reached the first flexure when from Martha came,..

“No, Oh no, oh please no, Oh please Nooooo…” the tube mired deeper into her bowels to the second flexure. “No, not again, no,. no, No Oh Please no…” and the monstrous tube buried deeper within her. Molly kept a wet cloth on the back of her neck, then the enema started, it seemed like it was up at her rib cage. A loss of consciousness brought a cotton ball filled with of ammonia to Martha’s nose. Martha had never been pregnant but now she knew what it must feel like. Her entire stomach was distended, her right lower side aching. The Doctor was giving her the withdrawal enemas, looking down, she couldn’t see her right knee for her protruding stomach. The Doctor finally removed the thing from her bowels saying that she was clear.

Molly moved Martha back to the bed and brought another tray of tea and broth, this time with a few crackers. Martha took it down heartily and ask for more which was granted. “Mrs. Simmons, “ Molly started, “I have to change your catheter before you get your treatment tonight. Linda will be in here and she isn’t trained to do it. After that I’ll start your treatment but Linda will be here when it is finished, I will be here in the morning to do your treatment again and your enemas.”

Martha braced herself with her hands on the side of the bed as the catheter was pulled out of her. Molly was gentle in most ways but it didn’t take a scientist to figure out that the catheter that went back in was a lot larger than the one that came out. Martha doubled up at the intrusion pulling her legs together. “Mrs. Simmons, keep your legs apart. This hurts I know but the Doctor is going to want you dilated a lot more before your next visit. He’s going to want to look up into your bladder and that ‘scope’ he uses is ‘really’ painful.”. Martha’s virginal urethra had been expanded to a twenty six Fr. and now to a thirty two Fr. The effects of the catheter rendered Martha incapable of thought other than her crotch. Her distended and over stimulated clitoris was budding like an infant’s penis while her vagina was still flowing with fluids to invite penetration.

Molly arranged the console again at the end of the bed placing the ‘v’ console in the middle of the bed. This time she exchanged the rubber implement with one that was much larger and longer while Martha was having her meal. This was the second stage of the manufacturer’s intent, nearly 2 ½ inches in diameter and over 11 inches long. Martha was prepped as before. As she hovered over the instrument entering her she said, “I know I can’t take all of this, please don’t make me, pleasssseeee.” She slowly sank letting the instrument invade her fully. Molly waited until the last metal band had disappeared into Martha’s vagina before she started the anodes full travel into the woman’s bowels. Martha moaned as it entered her but it ceased when the console was turned on. This time, as her body was ‘syne waved’ the power was turned up to ‘55’ whereas it had only been up to ‘’40’ before. The cycle had been reduced to 10 seconds so that she was not finished with one orgasmic contraction before another one was induced, or 360 orgasms in an hour

As the treatment continued Martha was trying to press the pelvis console into the bed springs. The electrical stimulation intensity made her leak urine around the enormous catheter that Molly had put into her. Her vagina flowed with its product freely soaking the thin towel below her middle and the mattress. Her waves of orgasm increased but there was no knowing why, just the pleasure of it. It seemed to never end and then it did.

“Mrs. Simmons, I’m Linda. I’m supposed to clean you up, so tonight you’re going to have several enemas, several douche’s and a shave so let’s get started,” she said removing the invasive items from Martha. “First I like a nice clean patient, so we have to get rid of all this stubble.” Linda allowed working up good leather in a mug. “Spread your legs and pull them up sweetheart, I’m going to shave your backside too.”

Martha was mortified but non-resistant as her mons, labia, perinea, and inner hips were scrapped clean of any vestige of hair. “Now, let’s get you into a shower seat and get your ‘pleasure box’ all washed.” Linda furthered,

“My what?” Martha questioned.

“Well, you know, you’re married, men like to pleasure themselves in something; usually by sticking something into something else, an arrow into a deer, a bullet into a bear, their prick into a woman, its all the same.” Linda said. “Now I know you have been loosened up some by the treatments and you are probably a little sore, especially with that catheter. Just let me wash you and give you an enema and you will feel a lot different.”

Linda didn’t take the catheter out but she gave the most sensual douche to the upper most reaches of Martha’s vagina., not once but several times. After the douche’s she gave Martha a very hot castile soap enema, it was very hard to hold but Martha returned only soap water.

“I’m not going to give you any more purgative enemas Mrs. Simmons,” Linda said, “just an oil retention. The oil doesn’t bother you and we have a new balloon retention device that makes it easier for you to hold it.”

“Somehow Linda, I can’t share your enthusiasm,“ Martha said dryly.

Linda got Martha back into bed on her left side spreading her hips to admit a bi-valve speculum into her rectum. Martha’s gasps were noticeable, especially as the device was opened. She was clawing at the edge of the bed as the balloon catheter was inserted into the recess of her rectum, the specula withdrawn and the balloon inflated. It became the size of a softball inside her unwilling receptacle.

Linda had prepared one of the twelve quart irrigation buckets with mineral oil to feed the irrigator installed in Martha’s behind, Linda made sure that it was full to the brim. There was pressure and there was definitely volume.

Linda allowed two quarts of the oil to go into the woman’s bowels before she shut the flow down to a drip mode. Martha being exhausted from the other treatments drifted off to sleep.

It was early morning when Martha woke looking at her stomach under the thin sheet. She thought she appeared to be pregnant and nearly ready to deliver. A slight movement of her right leg told her that there was a burgeoning load in her bowels and something in her rectum was stopping it from coming out. Then the events of a few hours before flashed through her mind. Linda was hanging up the tube from the white enamel bucket when she noticed Martha being awake.

“Oh Mrs. Simmons, you’re awake. You’re retention enema is all finished; we just have to wait for Doctor White to drain it and give you an irrigation. You are supposed to have two stimulus treatments for your nerves this morning, I’ll get the first one started right away,” Linda informed her. “You will need to turn onto your stomach and let me slip the pelvis bench under you.”

Martha turned over and raised her buttocks as the bench went under her. The rubber thing with the metal bands had again grown in size since her last encounter with it.

“I can’t take that thing in me, it’s too big.” Martha protested.

“Yes you can Mrs. Simmons, all the women say that at first but they always let it go in the entire way.” Linda said.

“But this,. this enema in me, my stomach, I’m so very full Nurse.” Martha told her.

“The Doctor always has a patient to hold a full irrigation, especially oil irrigations, during the last two treatments for nerves or hysteria Mrs. Simmons. I’ll adjust the balloon so it is easier for you to hold once you have the vaginal probe seated in you.” Linda allowed.

Linda had fastened the cups on Martha’s breasts and guided the rubber implement into its vaginal receptacle. Between the catheter in her urethra and the balloon in her rectum, trying to get half of the monster in was an ordeal. “It has to be in you further Mrs. Simmons, raise your rump and then scoot down in the bed. When you relax and lay down it will go into place.” Linda said.

Martha did, but it was like having a baby the other way around, as the thing stretched and probed into her most private recess. Shortly the motors started vibrating and pulsating in her and on her mons. The Nurse started pumping the balloon in her rectum to an almost intolerable size. Martha’s knees were outstretched from the pelvis bench and her toes nearly locked together as the undulations caused by the syne-wave machine started. Martha was only aware of the cascade of orgasms being induced during the next hour and not that she had eliminated a four liter oil enema but also had been given over ten liters of hot castile soap enema a little at a time, to flush the oil out. She was exhausted when the last electrical contraction finished. Linda helped her to a shower bath to clean up.

Martha was feeling a lot better in her stomach and a lot more congenial when Doctor White arrived in the room Mid-Morning. He looked over the Nurses notes and asked “How are you feeling now Mrs. Simmons? I know this has only been one over night treatment, we usually recommend one partial treatment a week and an overnight treatment once a month for ladies suffering from the pressure of the times.”

Martha faltered, “Well I,. that is I guess I,. well yes that would be alright I think.”

“Fine then Mrs. Simmons, we’ll schedule you with Molly here every Wednesday afternoon, and the first Wednesday of each month you will be our overnight guest for a full treatment session. Now Molly has some products for you to use and has to show you how to use them, I’ll see you next Wednesday Mrs. Simmons.” And Doctor White took his leave.

Molly brought a slender white box over to the bed where Martha lay supine. “Mrs. Simmons, I suppose your husband takes his pleasures with you on the week ends as most men do?” Molly queried.

Martha turned beet red. “Well, yes, a woman has to endure that for her upkeep.”

“Well, This is Tuesday, you are going to have to deny him until Friday night while you use these vaginal suppositories. He will notice a difference in you then, you will need to use one in the daytime wearing a belt to hold it in and one at night using both a belt and some pillows to elevate your hips. These are going to sting when they first go in but you get used to it fairly fast.” Molly said parting Martha’s lower lips and sliding the white cigar of compound deep into her. Martha’s pelvis bucked repeatedly against the girl’s fingers that were deep within her until the burning stopped.

“What is that?” Martha asked.

“Something the Doctor has a woman in Pennsylvania make out of green persimmons and alum.” Molly told her giving her six to take home. “You should also give yourself an enema every morning and one before bed each night Mrs. Simmons.” Molly removed the catheter before inserting the first suppository into Martha’s vagina and binding it.

Martha followed the instructions but the last three vaginal suppositories required some lotion to facilitate their installation, she was just too tight. Friday night her husband Henry got under the covers expecting his usual reward. Martha spread her legs to receive him as he met with unexpected resistance. Once he was finally admitted he asked, ”What have you had done to yourself woman?”

“Oh Henry, I felt so poorly, I went to a Doctor, the one that kept me over night this week. He wants to treat me once a week in the afternoon and overnight once a month until I am better.” Martha pleaded.

“Nonsense woman, he’ll treat you over night twice a week or I’ll have his property.” As a Lawyer and Banker, Charles could probably have done that.