Chapter 8
Roberta Jean gave the girl's hands and feet a massage to get the circulation back into Mary Lynn's fingers and toes.
Roberta Jean had taken the ropes off of Mary Lynn's wrists and ankles while the girl was unconscious following her fist-fucking.
Roberta Jean then said, "Come, we are going into the John now."
"All right," Mary Lynn said, sounding intrinsically submissive.
Roberta Jean thought Mary Lynn was sounding more subservient all the time.
They marched, hand-in-hand, into Roberta Jean's tiled bathroom.
"Get in the tub."
"What are you going to do to me?" the girl said.
"You will find out the answer to that question soon enough."
"Do you want me to lie down in the tub?" the girl said.
"No, I want you to remain standing. Face the shower nozzle."
"All right."
"Good, now move your feet further apart in die tub," the woman said. "Okay."
"That's it. Press your ankles bones against the sides of the tub."
"Like this?"
"Perfect. Now jack-knife at the waist and place our hands on the wall before you," the woman said.
Mary Lynn did as she was told without a peep of protest.
Roberta Jean could see Mary Lynn's tits growing larger as they hung beneath her chest. Mary Lynn's head lowered also.
Mary Lynn placed her palms flat on the tiled wall in front of her, above the faucets and below the shower nozzle.
Mary Lynn's hands were against the wall at shoulder level. The young girl had her fingers parted evenly.
Mary Lynn was pressing her fingertips against the tiled wall hard enough to make her knuckles whiten.
"You understand, Mary Lynn, that you are about to be buggered."
"Yes, Roberta Jean."
"I liked it before when you were calling me mistress."
"Yes, mistress," Mary Lynn said with an ache in her cunt.
"You are going to be reamed with Mr. Jojo," the woman said.
"I thought you were going to ream me with your fist, mistress."
"No, I don't think you are ready for that penetration-yet."
"Someday?"
"Perhaps."
"I hope so."
"You liked my fist, huh?"
"It made me faint!"
"But with pain," Roberta Jean commented. "Still, it was a rush," the girl said.
"Because you are getting buggered you must be prepared, girl."
"What sort of preparations must be made, mistress?" Mary Lynn asked.
"You are going to have to be purged and lubricated for the reaming."
"I am afraid that I do not understand what you mean, mistress."
"That is why I am the mistress and you are just the slave."
"Please explain it to me, mistress," Mary Lynn said pathetically.
"Purging means you are going to be flushed out inside," the woman said.
"You mean you are going to wash out the inside of my ass."
"Correct."
"That's called an enema, right-like they give folks in hospitals."
"Right."
"But why?"
"It will help to relax your ass for one thing," the woman said.
"I get the impression that this isn't the main reason."
"The main reason is I don't want to get shit on Mr. Jojo."
"I see," Mary Lynn said, feeling a blush of deep embarrassment.
"Now stay in that position while I fetch my purging tool."
"Okay."
Roberta Jean pulled the latex enema bag out of the towel closet.
"This is what I am going to use," Roberta Jean said, nonchalantly.
Roberta Jean showed the girl, who craned her neck to see.
"As you can see, Mary Lynn, it is a large pink rubber bag."
"It reminds me of the hot water bottle I used as a child."
"Yes, to stay warm on cold winter nights, I suppose."
"That's right."
"Of course, the hot water bottle was smaller than this bag."
"Almost all of them are."
"And my hot water bottle didn't have that Jong hose dangling from it."
"I can see that you can't take your eyes off the bag," the woman said.
Mary Lynn was staring at the purging tool with wide eyes.
"I guess it is bigger than I thought it was going to be."
"Like Alexander's cock and balls, I'll bet," the woman said, wisely.
"Yes, something like that, mistress," the girl said.
This purging tool holds many quarts of water," the woman said.
"How many quarts does it hold?"
"Four."
"that's a gallon."
"Yes, slave."
"How much water are you going to put into the bagr
"I am going to fill the bag all the way to the brim."
"And how much of that water will I be expected to taker
"You are going to be expected to take all of it, of course."
"But there is no way my bowels will hold that much water."
"I dunk you are wrong. You will stretch and take die water."
"I guess I should know by now to believe you," the girl said.
"You didn't think your cunt could take my fist, tidier."
It almost didn't," Mary Lynn said, shivering as she remembered.
Mary Lynn could tell her cunt was never going to be quite the same after that fisting.
"Why is that metallic clamp on the enema bag's hose, mistress?'
"It is there to keep the water from dripping out prematurely."
"The plastic enema nozzle at the end of the hose sure is long."
"You think so?"
"The nozzle seems to be longer than it has to be," the girl said.
"No, the dp has to push past your sphincter muscle, baby."
"Oh. Well, it certainly is shaped funny," the girl said.
"Funny? I think the nozzle is quite appropriately shaped."
"Why?"
"It is flared at the tip, thickest at die tip and skinniest at the base."
"Why is it shaped that way, mistress, it doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does."
"Well, the nozzle certainly wasn't designed for easy penetration."
"No, it was designed to double as a butt plug, baby."
"Huh?"
"The thick tip plugs up the hole. It doesn't just pump the water in, it holds the water in as well," the woman said. "Far out."
"You can see, of course, that the tip is multiply perforated."
"Why is that?'
"So die water continued to flow even if some get, ahem, clogged."
"Oh."
"Now, let us get things started," Roberta Jean said, moving to the sink so that Mary Lynn could no longer see her.
"I don't understand how I am supposed to hold all this water."
"It is really quite simple."
"Please explain."
"You have to tense your asshole and relax your colon together."
"It sounds impossible."
"It is not."
Roberta Jean turned on the water in the sink and adjusted the temperature. She wanted to make sure the temperature was just right.
"How hot are you going to make the water for the enema, mistress."
"Very hot."
"Steamy?"
"Yes."
"Scalding?"
"No, the water should be just shy of scalding," the woman said. "Thank you."
"The object here is not to burn out your guts," the woman said.
The woman filled the enema bag to the brim with steamy water.
"There we go," the dominatrix bitch said with a cruel smile.
The bag was so heavy Roberta Jean had trouble lifting it.
"I am going to attach the bag to this pole," the woman said.
Roberta Jean was referring to the pole that held the shower curtain.
"The bag is so heavy the pole is bowing with the weight."
Mary Lynn once again had to crane her neck to see hat she was looking at.
"I see that. I think the pole is strong enough to hold the weight."
"I do not think that I am strong enough to hold the weight."
"Once again, my precious, you are underestimating yourself."
"I hope so, ohhhhhhhh, I hope so," the subservient said.
Roberta Jean began to caress the smooth cheeks of Mary Lynn's ass.
"I have to admit that my asshole is starting to feel horny."
"Do you get the impression that anal horniness is going to grow?"
"Yes, it is going to get more intense before it slacks off."
Roberta Jean dug her left fingertips into the crack of Mary Lynn's ass.
"Ummmmmmmm," Mary Lynn said as the woman's finger touched her asshole-briefly.
Roberta Jean then pulled Mary Lynn's ass cheeks all the way open.
"I am going to put the nozzle up your asshole now," the bitch said.
Roberta Jean grabbed the base of the nozzle, where the nozzle and the hose came together.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," the girl said.
Roberta Jean rubbed the tip of the nozzle up and down the ass crack. "Like that?"
"It's yummy."
Mary Lynn whimpered each time the nozzle tip touched her asshole.
"Your asshole is getting hypersensitive and supererogenous."
"I can feel my asshole throbbing harder and harder now," the girl said.
"I can see that your nether eye is opening and closing a bit."
"What does my nether eye look like when it does that?"
"It looks to me like the nether eye is winking at me," the woman said.
Roberta Jean stopped moving the blunt tip of the plastic enema nozzle up and down until she came to a stop with the tip poised at the pink asterisk of Mary Lynn's throbbing anus.
Roberta Jean paused and then snapped her wrist. Roberta Jean drove the nozzle deep, deeper, deepest into Mary Lynn's ass.
Mary Lynn could feel the tip of the plastic enema syringe pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle, right up into the softer and infinitely more elastic flesh of her colon.
Mary Lynn could feel her asshole almost involuntarily gripping at the skinny base of the plastic enema nozzle.
That held the tip inside. Roberta Jean gave the hose a little tug just to make sure the nozzle was locked inside the asshole the way it was supposed to be-and it was.
"Now we get started," the woman said.
Roberta Jean removed the metal clamp from the rubber hose and allowed the water to start flowing into Mary Lynn's ass.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
"What's the matter?"
"Too hot."
"No, no, no."
"Scalding!"
"It just feels that way at first, you will get used to it."
Roberta Jean, as it turned out, was telling Mary Lynn the truth. Mary Lynn, however, was drenched with sweat by the time she found that out, and her heart felt as if it were going to come pounding right out of her chest.
Mary Lynn's first instinct was to shit the water right back out-but she knew this would be a big mistake. Mary Lynn knew that Roberta Jean would only repeat the purging process if she had an accident. Roberta Jean would make Mary Lynn repeat the purging process, the girl knew, until she got it right.