Chapter Twenty-One
Ted Dalton
I have no idea if I actually slept. With the dripping bag and my face pulled upwards I was forced to deal with the water constantly splashing onto my tongue and rolling to the back of my throat where I had to swallow or I would choke.
I suppose my mind adapted to it and I entered some form of restful state, as one can become accustomed to constant noise.
Anyway, I am drawn out of a dream, perhaps more of a daydream, by the feel of fingers fidgeting about my anus. As promised Nurse Katani is inducing the movement of my bowels by inserting what feels like moderate sized marbles. She finishes then massages my lower abdomen and intermittently presses firmly with her thumbs, I suppose to knead my lower colon. Within minutes I find myself struggling to announce
