I shook my head in protest. “And I can’t possibly take all that,” I said, pointing to the bag.

“Of course you can, “ Nate said firmly. “I’ll administer it slowly. If you cramp, you need to let me know. I’ll get it all in you, I promise.”

I felt his fingers kneading my lower back again. I sighed and began to calm down.

“I’m going to lubricate you again,” Nate told me, hanging the bag on the metal pole.

“I guess you’d better,” I agreed.

I couldn’t begin to hide how badly over stimulated I was as Nate put on the gloves. I wondered if he thought I should have taken care of my condition before he came back. I watched him lube his fingers and decided I didn’t care. I spread my legs farther to give him better access. His finger slid easily into my bottom. I groaned as I felt him spread the gel around again. I jumped as I felt a second finger slip into me.

“Sorry, I should have warned you,” Nate said apologetically.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, writhing under the gentle assault.

Nate spread his fingers apart and I moaned again. Everything between my legs was swollen and aching.

“Sorry,” Nate said again. “It’s a big nozzle.”

I was disappointed when he withdrew the fingers, and a little afraid.

“You’re still promising this won’t hurt me,” I pleaded, as Nate changed out the gloves.

“Of course,” he said, surprised. “I’ll be slow and gentle.”

I watched as he spread lubricant on the black rubber nozzle and released the clamp.

“Alright,” he told me, clamping the hose shut again. “Ready?”

I inhaled shakily. “Gentle,” I reminded him.

I felt the hard rubber press against my anus.

“Relax,” instructed Nate, slightly increasing the pressure. I panted as it began to press inward. I tried to bear down on it, feeling just a bit of discomfort as the thing slipped forward a little more. Nate kept slightly increasing the pressure until at last the invader slid past the point of resistance. I caught my breath. Then Nate began sliding the nozzle farther up my bottom and once again it seemed I lost the ability to breathe.

“Are you alright?” asked Nate, once he had the huge nozzle lodged deep in my bowels.

I looked at him beseechingly. “Look at me, Nate. I’m a wreck. Do I seem alright to you?”

“Does it hurt?” Nate asked.

I shook my head.

“Then are you ready to start?”

“Yes,” I sighed, resigned to the throbbing ache between my legs remaining unsatisfied.

I moaned as I felt the warmth spread again through my insides. I could barely keep still. I noticed again that Nate had his hand on the tubing just a few inches from my bottom. I whimpered pleadingly and pushed back against him.

I heard Nate sigh. “What do you need, Annie?”

“I want you to touch me, Nate. God, I want it so badly. Please. Have mercy.”

Nate coughed nervously. “Would you like me to, ah, massage you to-“

“Stop talking, Nate, before you ruin it for me,” I interrupted, grabbing his other hand and placing it against my clitoris. “I want you to touch me, yes, rub me, right there, till I come. Will you do that? Please, God, say you’ll do that. I’ll beg you if that’s what it’s going to take,” I gasped.

“I will do it, Annie, but I want you to understand.” Nate said gently. He paused.

“I don’t mind giving you sexual release. I can see that you need it. And I know you have a very strong sex drive. But I can’t have sex with you. This will be your pleasure only. For me it’s simply another thing I need to do for you to keep you healthy. Are you alright with that?”

“Nate, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to jump your bones, but I’ll take what I can get,” I told him.

“Roll over,” Nate commanded. “Spread your legs a little more.”

I obeyed, feeling the large nozzle impaling me as I carefully rolled onto my back. I inhaled deeply as Nate’s hand slid between my legs. “God, yes!” I cried with relief.

Nate sucked in his breath when he felt the slick heat, and I thought maybe he wasn’t made of stone after all.

He found my clitoris and began to massage it with what I was surprised to discover was great expertise. I wondered if he had done this for other aroused female patients to whom he’d had the occasion to administer enemas. It was hard to imagine. Not that women didn’t fall all over themselves around Nate, but he was astoundingly dense when it came to the effect he had on the opposite sex.

I looked up and saw the bag was almost empty. I already had three quarts inside me and I had barely felt it I was so close to the edge. Nate noticed too. He began to pull the gigantic nozzle from my rectum.

“No,” I whispered. “Please.” I moaned as Nate pushed it back inside me.

“Do you want me to leave it in?” Nate asked softly.

“I want you to keep doing what you just did,” I whispered.

I moaned with previously unimagined pleasure as Nate gently worked the thing in and out of my bottom. I couldn’t take anymore. My body tensed. Nate shoved the nozzle deep inside me, holding it there as he continued to work my clitoris with his other hand. I screamed so loudly as I came I wondered later if everyone else had heard. But maybe they sound proofed the medical room so the staff at the facility wouldn’t be disturbed by moaning and screaming at all hours.

I whimpered as the waves of pleasure gave way to waves of cramps. Nate looked me warily. “You may want to leave that nozzle where it is till you get to the bathroom,” he commented.

I thought that it was a good thing that the nozzle was so large, or there probably would have been water and lord knows what else everywhere when I came. That made me stop for a moment and wonder if Nate had planned the whole thing. I decided that I didn’t care.

“You may need this several times a week for a while,” Nate said.

“I’m sure I will,” I agreed.

“Don’t wait so long to ask next time.”

“I won’t.”

“Accept that you’re under my care. I will take care of you.”

“I know. Nate?”

“What?”

“I’m lucky to have you. After I’m done… you know, come back, please.” I implored him.

Nate shook his head. “You don’t need another enema. Let your body rest for a while.”

“I don’t want another enema, Nate. I want you.” I told him.

“No way, Annie,” Nate said. “Frankly, it would be sort of terrifying to be your lover. You’d rip me to shreds.”

“No,” I protested, holding my abdomen as the cramps rocked through me. “I would be gentle with you…. Oh! Ahhh, God this hurts! Just like you were with me. Please?”

Nate looked away.

“Come back in a few minutes, Nate. Let me make you feel good too.” I could sense his resolve wavering. I tried my best to ignore the cramps that were becoming ever more demanding.

“Let’s finish what we started such a long time ago.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound so pleading, but I was starting to experience quite a bit of pain.

“Annie,” Nate said, his voice shaky. “I can’t be your lover. I can be your doctor. I’ll continue these treatments, if you’ll let me.”

“Happy endings included?” I gasped.

“Yes,” Nate agreed.

“Oh yes. I want that,” I admitted. “Is it an ethics thing, Nate? Is that why you won’t have sex with me?”

“Absolutely,” Nate confirmed.

“I see. Okay, now get out,” I said, wincing. It was no longer possible to ignore what needed to be done.

I smiled evilly as I walked gingerly to the bathroom. It was going to be a fun winter, corrupting Nate.