Again Heidi delves into me, twice as wide this time. And once she’s wedged up inside she twists and turns, bringing more uncontrollable groans and even a whimper or two as I’m violated. Still she digs at me, grinning as she prolongs my torment and degradation, clearly enjoying my response. Then at last she withdraws, and displays her soiled glove to Mary.
“There: do you see? Any time that you don’t come out clean, you must then give the patient an enema, or even a series of them – whatever it takes to ensure that all trace of feces has been flushed away. I will demonstrate…”
Heidi reclines the shower chair further, until I’m lying almost flat. Then she goes to a cabinet and produces a prodigious enema bag. She fills it with warm water and liquid soap, and hangs the bag above me from an I
