Chapter 9
Commissioner Peterson slid the tip of the plastic enema nozzle up and down the entire length of the crack of the girl's ass.
Commissioner Peterson could not help but notice that Lydia Murcer shivered and whimpered each and every time the nozzle touched her bung.
Commissioner Peterson slid the tip of the syringe from the top of the crack of her ass all the way down to the base of her cunt.
The nozzle picked up a little natural lubrication from the base of Lydia Murcer's poontang. She was pleased.
The young millionairess knew that this meant the nozzle would slide up into her bung hole with greater ease than it might have if it were dry.
"I want you to jack-knife at the waist now," the man said.
"Okay," Lydia Murcer said, folding to a ninety-degree angle.
Her head lowered.
"Place your hands on your knees or on the tiled wall in front of you to make this easier," the handsome man said.
The young millionairess opted to place her hands on the wall in front of her. Commissioner Peterson stopped moving the tip of the nozzle up and down when it was poised at the center of the pink asterisk of the ass-hole.
The young millionairess tried to breathe slowly and normally but she found that this was very difficult, because if her fear and excitement.
Commissioner Peterson then snapped his wrist and he DROVE the tip of the nozzle up into Lydia Murcer's ass-hole. She grunted loudly. The sound even echoed loudly.
"OOOF!"
The young millionairess behaved as if the violation of her bung hole by the plastic enema syringe had somehow managed to knock all of the wind out of her lungs.
Commissioner Peterson pushed the plastic enema syringe into Lydia Murcer's ass-hole as deeply as he could get it. All the way.
The young millionairess could feel the tip of the nozzle pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle up into her colon-just like it was supposed to.
The young millionairess could feel her ass-hole squeezing hard at the skinny base of the nozzle, just like it was supposed to.
Commissioner Peterson gave the hose a little tug, to make sure the tip of the nozzle was locked inside Lydia Murcer's willing colon.
It was.
From that point on, Commissioner Peterson wasted no time whatsoever getting things started. He immediately released the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to flow.
The water began to rush into Lydia Murcer's frightened ass-hole.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh," Lydia Murcer said.
"Take that water!" Commissioner Peterson exclaimed loudly-with great gusto.
"The water is too hot, too hot," Lydia Murcer said.
"No, it is just hot enough," Commissioner Peterson said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Lydia Murcer said.
The young millionairess finally realized that Commissioner Peterson was right. The insides of her bowels were not going to be scalded by the steamy water.
It just took her internal tissues some time to get used to the temperature. The young millionairess's first instinct was to shit the water right back out.
She knew that this was something that she was going to have to avoid at all costs. She quickly managed to relax her colon-though she never figured out quite how, while keeping her ass-hole as tightly closed around the skinny base of the nozzle as tightly as she could get it.
Her bowels filled.
The bag emptied.
The young millionairess glanced downward and she was shocked to see that her lower tummy was bloating outward. Then the pain started.
The young millionairess could feel roaring cramps ripping through her midsection.
It was at this point that Lydia Murcer finally understood why Commissioner Peterson had asked her to stand jack-knifed at the waist.
He had known all along that she was going to feel these horrible cramps.
He had known all along that the cramps were only going to force her into this jack-knifed position anyway. The pieces fit into the puzzle.
"The bag is about three-quarters empty," Commissioner Peterson said.
The young millionairess STILL did not think she would be able to take all of the water.
"I HAVE TO SHIT, I HAVE TO SHIT SO FUCKING BAD!" Lydia Murcer said. "Yes."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I do not think I can take another drop of water!"
"You have just a little ways to go," Commissioner Peterson said in a tone that was supposed to be soothing.
"I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO SHIT-BY FAR-WORSE THAN I HAVE EVER HAD TO SHIT BEFORE!"
"That is way I have your ass facing the long end of the tub."
"Why?"
"Because you are going to make some kind of mess when you are finally allowed to release the water," Commissioner Peterson said.
"I believe that."
It seemed like an eternity, but the enema bag finally emptied.
"The water is all inside you now, baby," Commissioner Peterson said.
"I cannot believe I took all of the water," the girl said.
"You did. Now just a second, while I remove the nozzle from your ass."
"Please hurry."
"I will."
"I feel like I am going to explode from the internal pressure I am feeling down in my bowels at any second."
"I know."
Commissioner Peterson again pulled Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He grabbed the spot where the plastic enema nozzle fit into the rubber hose. He pulled.
POP!
That was the sound the enema nozzle made as it came out of Lydia Murcer's tender virginal ass-hole. Because of the flared nature of the perforated syringe, which still dripped a droplet or two of water, the ass-hole was forced to stretch outward from the rest of the cleavage between Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks before popping free.
"You may release the water now, baby," Commissioner Peterson said.
These were the sweetest words Lydia Murcer had ever heard.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Lydia Murcer said.
The young millionairess wasted no time complying with Commissioner Peterson's instructions.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHH!" Lydia Murcer said.
She immediately clamped down on the muscles straddling her colon.
"O WWW WWW WW! OWWWWWWWW!" the pretty girl exclaimed.
Commissioner Peterson stepped back to avoid getting in the way of the release. The young millionairess relaxed her ass-hole for the first time in what felt to her, anyway, like ages.
The result was violent.
Indeed!
FFFFRRRRAAAAPPPP!
That was the blustering noise that Lydia Murcer's ass-hole made.
The young millionairess farted wetly and noisily.
There was no doubt in Lydia Murcer's mind that this was the loudest and most savagely wet farting noise Lydia Murcer had ever heard in her entire life.
Commissioner Peterson figured that it had to be in the top ten loudest farts he had ever heard in his life too, and that was saying something because Commissioner Peterson had heard more than his share of farts in his day.
The water came shooting out of her ass-hole violently.
The young millionairess filled the tub with her rust-colored water.
The room instantly began to reek of her inner-bowels' scent. She shivered and moaned.
She could feel the cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs. She could feel her clit spasming.
The young millionairess could feel something bizarre happening to her at that moment, something that she would not have thought possible in a million years unless he had felt it for herself.
She was coming.
She was shitting.
She was coming and shitting at the same time!
The young millionairess pushed the last of the water out of her bowels. The water pressure died down after a while.
The water had come BLASTING out of her blustering ass-hole at first.
Then, after the system calmed down, the water began to roll, more thickly and darkly, down the backs of her legs.
She removed her right hand from the tiled wall in front of her and she began to stroke rapidly up and down the insides of her thighs.
Then she found the moistness and hotness of her cunt gash with her bold and curious fingers. She began to diddle herself.
She found her clit with the tip of his right forefinger. She knew that this was no time to be cute. No time at all.
The young millionairess practically pressed her little man in the boat flat against the base of her pubic bone.
She was already coming. She just wanted to make herself come harder. The young millionairess could feel her facial features contorting to the point where she did not even look very much like herself anymore. The young millionairess worked the tip of her right forefinger, the fleshy part of her fingertip, back and forth across her love button as hard and fast as she could, and she did not stop until she had finished her come.
The young millionairess could feel the muscles in her legs getting increasingly shaky. She could feel her knees getting weaker and weaker.
The purging and the coming made the muscles in Lydia Murcer's shapely gams feel as if they had suddenly and magically been transformed into so much stale ginger ale.
The girl was not at all sure how much longer her legs were going to be willing to support the weight of her body.
Then he legs did give out and Lydia Murcer collapsed into the bottom of the white porcelain basin.
"You took all of the water."
"I did!"
"I am proud of you."
"I am proud of myself."
"Pee-you."
"Yes-"
"You made quite a stink."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. As long as you clean up," Commissioner Peterson said. "Clean up?"
"Yes, I want you to clean the tub and yourself before we proceed," Commissioner Peterson said. "Right."
Wasn't that always the way? Women always got to do the shit work! But she did it.
She cleaned up all the mess.