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THE WELCOME WAGON (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
BY DR. KLYST DOUCHENHEIM
The grounds of the hospital were carefully manicured, almost as if they
had undergone some mysterious treatment at the callused hands of the
Chicano gardeners who tended the broad expanses of green. Inside the
children's ward, Dr. Rodney Thomas, Ph.D., MD, sat at his large, walnut
desk reviewing the schedule of the day, and deciding which of his young
patients would receive the benefit of his attention. His prime function,
aside from the medical aspect of his presence, was the personal interest
he took in the psychological aspect of the reaction his charges had to
certain treatments they were made to endure in the name of "medicine"
and "treatments". There were actually few "children" in that most of the
patients in this division were in the age bracket of eight to eighteen.
After all it was a county sponsored facility, and the administration
took great pains to maintain the regulations and distribution of
patients according to public health protocol. The doctor smiled to
himself, seeing that his day would be considerably enlivened by his
rounds on the girl's ward. He had, with some perverse pleasure, seen to
it that a 11-year-old girl was scheduled for x-ray. In fact, a barium
enema X-ray examination of the intestinal tract. It was his duty, he
decided, to be present, and assist the nurses and orderlies in the
preparation and treatment of the girl, as well as have the opportunity
to satisfy a personal quirk, by engaging in conversation with the
patient throughout the ordeal she was about to be put through. The good
doctor knew from experience in this hospital ward that he should be at
the girl's bedside at least an hour before the x- ray was scheduled, in
order to derive maximum benefit from the opportunity. He scanned the
charts. "Hmmm.", he mused. "Rachel Friedman, age 11, height 5 feet,
weight, 91lbs., hair, blond, eyes, green.". He remembered how frightened
she looked, the first day she was admitted; she was unusually pretty,
and very slim. He knew in his mind how she would look in the short,
white hospital gown that would barely come to the tops of her slender
thighs. He wondered if she would have any pubic hair as yet. Probably a
bit, but if it was profuse he'd have it shaved so she'd be naked as a
baby. He liked a clean working area. Continuing his perusal of the chart
he noted that her mother was divorced, but that the admission forms were
signed by a Jack Collins, her uncle. Rachel's mother's maiden name was
Collins. So there seemed to be some male influence or father figure in
her young life. He mused that a young girl should always have a "daddy"
even if it was an uncle or a mother's boyfriend. Rod imagined scene of
family discipline with Rachel standing submissively before her uncle (as
her mother described her misdeeds) glancing furtively at the folded,
wide leather strap in Uncle Jack's hands. "Daddy's Hands" ... no, but
probably just as effective on a 11-year-old girl's quivering, bare bottom!
His nurses were almost hand picked. a benefit of being in charge of the
wing. And he saw to it that they never lacked practice in the
administration of his most commonly prescribed treatment. Rod never
thought about how his unusual, highly sexual, reaction to the sight of a
young girl being given an enema had come about, in fact, all he did was
to enjoy it. Occasionally he found it difficult to conceal the
tremendous erection he would get during such a scene, but he found the
white physician's smock he wore more than adequately protected his secret.
He reached above his desk for a reference work which had become a
favorite, written by R. A. Miller, MD7 "The Retrograde Barium Enema...a
manual for the Radiological Clinic" published in 1966. "The patient is
prepared for the barium examination," he read, "by being given several
soapsuds enemas (1.5 quart) until the return is clear. "When ready the
patient reports to the X-ray department where she may be given a one mg.
atropine and 1/4 grain morphine sulfate or Demerol. In the X-ray room
the barium solution is prepared and suspended in an enema container
three feet above the table. The patient is brought in and placed in the
knee-chest position. Her gown is lifted and the nurse, or often the
X-ray technician, wearing a sheer finger cot, applies a liberal amount
of KY jelly to her anus, slowly dilating the rectum by working his
finger in and out of the tight sphincter until her musculature begins to
relax. An inflatable catheter #141 (32 Fr.) is lubricated with K-Y
Jelly, and carefully inserted into her rectum, to just past the
sphincter, and inflated, the air having been previously cleared from the
tube. A slight inflation of the enema Bulb will hold the device in place
as the patient is positioned. The patient is then turned over, to lie on
her back, with her knees drawn up, and her legs spread widely apart.
Position the enema for easy connection. "A Miller cuff is then placed in
position and inflated, forming a secure seal preventing her from
expelling the solution. She is then placed in a prone position with legs
extended, or with knees slightly up and the enema tube is connected to
the tube from the enema container. Her gown is further loosened so as
not to constrict the abdomen. "The barium is allowed to flow, under
fluoroscopic control, until the entire large bowel is filled. This takes
two to 2-1/4 quarts. At this time the lower right quadrant of the
abdomen is markedly distended. The patient must be encouraged to relax,
and possibly restrained, if necessary. "X-rays are then taken with the
patient in the prone position, or any other position deemed necessary to
the doctor. This may take five minutes, and if the doctor waits until
the X-rays are developed it may take five to ten minutes more. Should
the X-ray require examination of the small intestine, she will be turned
on her back again, the enema container filled with two more quarts of
saline solution, and allowed to flow freely, forcing the thick barium
into the small intestine. This procedure may be quite painful to the
patient, and she may cry out in protest and discomfort. Restrain her, if
necessary, but complete the procedure. "When the X-rays are taken, she
is helped to the bathroom, the catheter is deflated, removed, and she is
allowed to expel the solution. She will be quite exhausted and should be
allowed to rest an hour before being returned to her room. Her rectum
should be examined, and a soothing lotion applied if deemed necessary."
Dr. Thomas smiled as he closed the book and returned it to the shelf.
Rachel was scheduled for X-ray at 10 a.m. He thought that he'd better be
at her bedside by nine to "supervise" the several soapsuds (or
saltwater-until-clear) enemas that the hapless pre-teen age girl was
going to be given to her before her ordeal in X-ray. He felt a
pleasurable twitch in his crotch at the thought of what the morning was
going to bring. He had "supervised" the sweet humiliation of many young
girls, and noted that more that 60% of the young patients exhibited
varying degrees of sexual response during the enema procedure. He would
watch closely for the tell-tale wetting of the vagina, with the
attendant swelling and opening of the labia, and make her talk about her
childhood enema experiences in great detail should this become evident.
Time for rounds to begin.
Rachel lay quietly on the hospital bed in the semi-private room she
shared with Barbara, who was a year older than herself. It was the first
time she was in a hospital, and felt really naked and helpless under the
clean white sheets, wearing the short hospital gown, and nothing else
except a pair of cotton ankle socks. Her slim legs moved under the
covers as she wondered what was going to happen to her. Barbara and
Rachel talked to each other almost all day, as they both shared the same
degree of apprehension; Barbara, however, having been admitted a week
before Rachel, who only arrived yesterday. Rachel had not yet
experienced the "Welcome Wagon" as Barbara had, so she was not mentally
imagining her next encounter, as Barbara had been doing since her last
session with the orderly on the floor. Finally Barbara could not hold
back. "I can't understand, Rachel," Barbara ventured, "why the nurse
hasn't been around with the `Welcome Wagon' for you yet. I got it about
an hour after I checked in." Rachel turned towards the pretty patient in
the next bed. "What do you mean, Barbara? what's a `Welcome Wagon?' " "I
didn't know, either, but the nurse who got me into the gown and into bed
said that the duty nurse would be around with it right away. Gosh, was I
surprised." The mystery deepening, Rachel persisted, "But what do you
mean?" "I mean. that they told me it was the rules that as soon as a
girl is checked in, she has to have a... an... enema. before anything
else, especially if the doctor is going to do a, you know, examination,
down there. Did you ever have one. I mean, an enema, Rachel?" Rachel
blushed a deep shade, suddenly hoping her embarrassment wasn't visible
to the older girl. She blurted out, without thinking, "But that's for
being really disobedient. I mean, that's what I get 'em for." Rachel
hesitated, realizing that maybe her receiving that particular form of
humiliating punishment may not be typical of the punishments other young
girls received. "You mean you get enemas as punishment?!? I just get a
good whipping with my Daddy's belt! I can't imagine being punished like
that. I thought you only got an enema when you were sick, or especially
in the hospital. Gosh!" Rachel didn't know what to say, but recovered
her composure enough to refresh the question, "You never told me what
the `Welcome Wagon' was." "Oh, jeez, that's the cart that they use to
wheel in all the stuff they need to give you an enema, you know, the red
rubber bag, the Vaseline, or like they use here, that slippery jelly in
the tube. "It makes you feel real funny when you see all that stuff,
especially if it's an orderly. you know. a guy that's going to give it
to you." Barbara, suddenly a very coy 12 year old, lowered her voice,
and in a husky, confidential whisper told her room...mate, "I thought I
was just going to come when that cute orderly pulled down the covers
and... you know what I mean! Just wait till he takes your temperature...
" Rachel certainly did know what Barbara meant. Ever since she was six,
her mother had used both the enema and the strap as a means of
disciplining her little girl. But when her mother's brother...Rachel's
uncle...was visiting when she was nine she had been very naughty, and
quite insulting to her uncle. Her mother decided that her uncle should
participate in her punishment, and invited Uncle Jack to help not only
in the preparation, but in the actual execution of Rachel's humiliating
punishment. She could never forget standing in the large, second floor
bathroom, watching her mother take the old red rubber enema bag from
under the sink and fill it with two quarts of hot soapsuds, as she told
her brother how she had begun using enemas as a punishment after reading
about such methods in a book about correctional methods in girl's reform
schools. Mom had always used either the ruler or the strap on her
daughter, but she felt that "a good dose of soapsuds" was something her
pretty young daughter dreaded even more than a spanking. And she was
right. It was the presence of her uncle, that time when she was nine,
and many times since, that her uncle "assisted" her mom when punishment
was called for. Never would she forget the command, as she stood in her
pajama tops and panties before her mom and Uncle Jack, "Come on, now,
Rachel," her mother said as she hung the bulging red bag on the hook
beside the toilet, "I'm not going to spank you for embarrassing uncle
Jack with your behavior, but he's going to see how embarrassing it is
going to be for you to get your punishment enema in front of him." "Oh,
Mom," Rachel remembered begging, "Please not in front of Uncle Jack,
please." "Rachel, it will do you no good to argue, and if you put up a
fuss I'll just have to give you a second dose of soapsuds. so just slip
those panties down and get over my lap." Her memory was vivid. Protests
would do nothing. Her nine year old mind would never forget the look of
fascination in her uncle's eyes as she obeyed the order. She hooked her
little fingers in the elastic waist band of her tight, white cotton
panties and, blushing with humiliation, pushed them down to just below
her crotch. "All the way, Rachel, take them all the way off! You know
you can't spread your legs far enough apart if I let you keep your
panties down around your knees." Crimson with shame, Rachel lowered the
tiny garment down her slim legs. She stepped out of the panties, picked
them up, and hung them neatly over the back of the chair her mother was
seated in. She couldn't take her eyes off her Uncle Jack, who, she
realized, was staring intensely at the pink slit of her pre-pubescent
vagina. "What are you waiting for, Rachel? Bend over my lap, just like
you always do!" "Oh, Please, no! Mom don't make me, please!" "Rachel, if
you don't get over my lap this minute I promise that you will be
strapped within an inch of your life right after Uncle Jack watches you
get a double enema!" That did it: Rachel bit her lower lip and assumed
the position. Once there, her mother her mother gripped her about her
slim waist, pinioning the helpless child. Rachel's long hair fell
forward over her face towards the floor. "Jack", her mother
matter-of-factly asked," hand me the tube, but be sure the clamp is
closed. You don't want soapsuds all over you, when they are going right
in here." Rachel, helplessly across her mother's lap knew that her
uncle, standing behind her, could see not only the target, but the as
yet hairless lips of her vagina, too, as her mother pushed her slim legs
wide apart and separated the tender, smooth, nether cheeks. Jack watched
intently. Rachel could feel her Uncle's eyes. She knew what Jack was
watching: her mother dipping a finger into the jar of Vaseline, and
spreading the greasy lubricant generously onto the enema nozzle. Jack
was intrigued with the way Rachel's mother moved the greased pipe up and
down the girl's anal crease, gradually working its slippery length into
the little girl's rosebud-like opening. Rachel remembered tensing her
body as the slippery nozzle invaded her tender bottom. "Sit here, Jack,"
her mother said, indicating a chair in front of the girl, "This will
take about ten minutes. " Uncle Jack pulled up the chair, seating
himself near Rachel's bowed head. It was when her uncle took her chin in
his hands and lifted her head up so that he could see her face that the
first stirrings of till now inexperienced sensations flooded her mind.
Jack gently moved the hair away from her tightly closed eyes. The same
instant she heard the "click" of the hose clamp and the soapsuds started
to flood her slim body. Confusing, incredible sensations raced in
conflict as she opened her tear- filled eyes to look into her uncle's
face. Yet her mother was not known for leniency, and the entire two
steaming quarts filled Rachel's youthful bowels, causing her to cry out
in pain and humiliation at having to undergo this procedure in front of
her uncle. It hurt so much that she couldn't help moving her slim legs
continually, in the swelling stimulation of the enema. She felt Uncle
Jack lower her head and move around behind her, and she knew he was
staring at the little pink gash of her sex as she writhed helplessly
under the cramping pressure of the enema she was being made to endure.
And for the last six years the punishments had continued, and sometimes
in the last two years administered by Uncle Jack himself when her mom
couldn't be there to discipline the girl personally. Of course her
mother approved. Oh, how she approved! Rachel's mind snapped back to the
present as she realized that Barbara was still speaking to her. "Gosh,
that must be awful. I mean to get enemas for a punishment. But I guess
it would work pretty good," the loquacious 12-year-old continued, "
`cause I remember about six months ago when I was sick, my Dad and my
Mom both gave me one, and it was just awful. Bending over like that, I
mean, but since my Dad always gives me the strap on the bare, I was kind
used to the position." Rachel listened apprehensively, thinking about
the "Welcome Wagon" that Barbara had explained. Barbara pushed back her
long hair and informed her room-mate ominously, "I'm surprised they
haven't brought the `Welcome Wagon' around for you, yet. But you'll see
it soon, for sure." Rachel shuddered, her naked legs feeling the cool
sheet and imagining it being pulled down for...
Dr. Rod picked up the phone on his desk, silencing its ring, and
responded to the ward nurse's question, "No, Emma, I think that because
Rachel is in a semi-private room you should not give her the X-ray prep
in there. Take her to the hydrotherapy room and call me when you get
there. I'd like to speak to her before the examination." Emma, the duty
nurse, hesitated for only a second, but then acknowledged the `order',
"As you say, doctor. I see the girl is scheduled for a barium. will that
be high? I mean, shall I allow time for a high colonic enema in addition
to the usual cleansing enemas?" "I'll check the chart, nurse, and let
you know when I get down to hydrotherapy. Just in case, make sure you
have a 30 inch colon tube ready. I don't think that Rachel has ever had
a high colonic, so we may need the restraints, too." "Of course,
Doctor," Nurse Emma knowingly responded, "I'll see to it at once, and
call you as soon as the girl is in hydrotherapy." Moving through his
rounds that morning, Rod checked up on two new additions to his patient
roster. A very beautiful seventeen-year-old oriental girl, Lin Su, was
admitted by her parents because of her dietary habits, which resulted in
her being quite thin, but with a constant digestive problem. He wanted
to see her prepared for the Murphy Drip procedure which, he knew, would
be terribly humiliating for a seventeen-year-old girl. Also a very
unusual case referred by a colleague who specialized in sexual
psychology: This was an thirteen year old girl, Cynthia, quite pretty,
who masturbated so frequently that she had developed an extremely
irritated vulva and was hospitalized so that it could be treated,
without her continually irritating the tissues. Rod noted, not without
some interest, that the nurses had already placed her wrists in the soft
leather cuffs and had secured them to the rails on either side of the
hospital bed. She wouldn't be touching herself for the time being. Her
legs, really her ankles, had been strapped, spread apart, to the bed
rails, and as she was naked beneath the short hospital gown, he could
imagine the embarrassment this exposure would be causing the girl. He
loved to see them blush during his probing examinations. He wondered
when they were scheduled for the "Welcome Wagon", and made a mental note
to drop in at the appropriate times. The examination and treatment of
this lovely child would be most interesting and stimulating. Back in his
office, he took care of a few administrative duties when the phone rang.
Emma was announcing her arrival in hydrotherapy, and said that the
orderly was bringing Rachel down in about 10 minutes. "I'll be right
down, Emma," Dr. Thomas said. The hydrotherapy room was in the basement
of the hospital, fairly close to the X-ray department. Rod stepped off
the elevator and moved down the quiet corridor to the door of the
hydrotherapy treatment room and entered. Emma was already there,
arranging the equipment she would need to prepare the young patient for
barium fluoroscopy. The room contained several large, white, bathtubs
along one wall, separated by about eight feet. Cubicle curtains, which
could be drawn for privacy, hung from the ceiling around each of the
tubs. No one else was in the room, and all the curtains were withdrawn.
One or two toilets were visible, and the special "filtration toilet"
which was used to recover small swallowed contraband stood out from the
wall. On the far wall, a row of hooks were mounted on the wall near
several equipment cabinets. On each hook hung a large, red rubber bag,
complete with its long, red hose. The glistening black enema nozzles and
long, fat douche nozzles, along with the serpent-like colonic catheters
were displayed in the glass fronted cases. Several tubes of K-Y jelly,
speculums, rectal dilators, bulb syringes, and enema tubes were visible.
Rod noted that Emma had already installed the canvas support across the
tub nearest the cabinets. Vertical steel rods were mounted on each side
of the tub at about the center. A leather ankle cuff dangled from the
top of each rod. Wrist cuffs, also of soft, but strong, leather were to
each side of the tub at the far end. Emma was preparing the four quart
enema bag as Rachel was wheeled into the room by a male orderly. She
could have walked, of course, but hospital procedure demanded that a
wheel chair be employed. She was wearing a light blue hospital bathrobe
and slippers. Dr. Thomas noted with amusement that she wore white ankle
socks, adding to her "innocent little school-girl" appearance. "Hello,
Rachel," Rod volunteered cheerfully. "I'm going to personally supervise
your X-ray procedures this morning, and try to get you through this as
easily as possible." Rachel's eyes widened in fear and anxiety as she
saw the preparations that were being made. As we, the readers are
already aware of her experiences with enemas as a child, we can
understand the feelings she experienced at the sight of the huge red
enema bags, with their extra long red rubber tubes, displayed on the
wall, and especially the four quart bag in the hands of Nurse Emma. It
was twice the size of the bag her mother (and Uncle Jack) was so fond of
using to discipline the girl. "What... what are you going to. to do?"
she stammered. "I thought. that I was just. I mean I was told I was
going to get X-rayed.?" "You are, Rachel," Dr. Rod was using his best
`bedside manner', "but it's a special kind of X-ray called a `barium
enema' X-ray." "Barium... ENEMA...?" the young girl was almost on the
verge of fainting. "Yes, Rachel," Rod continued, holding her hand, which
was almost icy cold, "In order for the X-ray to show what we need to
see, we have to put some barium solution inside of you. the X- ray can't
see through the barium, so it shows up on the film." "But. but, I didn't
know." "It's all right, Rachel, I'm going to stay right here with you.
Nurse Emma and I are going to make it as easy as we can for you." The
girl's worst fears were realized as Rod continued his explanation, "But
before we can do the X-Ray, you have to some regular enemas so that we
know you're all cleaned out inside." He turned to the orderly. "Thank
you very much, Jack, we'll call you if we need anything. "Very well,
doctor," the orderly said. Dr. Rod suspected that Jack would have liked
to stay and help, too. "Rachel," Rod said after the orderly had left the
room, "I want you to take off the robe and climb up on the canvas
stretcher you see across that tub." She had seen the "filtration toilet"
and could not have helped but notice the ankle cuffs attached to floor
shackles in front of the curious bowl. "Are. Are you going to make me...
go... on THAT?" she pointed to the device. She saw the rope attached to
the pulley on the ceiling with the handcuffs attached. Obviously she
imagined herself, half-naked, in bondage, legs shackled wide apart in
front of the steel toilet, bent over with her wrists being pulled up
behind her in the shiny steel handcuffs, the huge enema bag full and
ready for her. "No, Rachel," Rod assured her, "that's for girls or boys
who have swallowed something we have to recover, and won't cooperate
with the nurses or orderlies and have to be completely restrained. You
know, like juvenile delinquents from Foster homes, or in from Juvenile
Hall. Criminal types, not like you." Somewhat reassured, the girl began
to comply with the orders given her. Rachel reluctantly got up and
slipped the robe off. She was wearing only the short hospital gown that
came only to the tops of her thighs, her slim, coltish legs naked except
for the little white ankle socks. She was obviously aware that as soon
as she lay back on the canvas she would be completely exposed and at the
mercy of the doctor and nurse, and the incredible enema equipment, the
likes of which she had never seen. She flashed on the mental image of
her mother and uncle Jack in the place of nurse Emma and Doctor Thomas.
They were preparing the granddaddy of all punishments for her. It was
like being in a modern torture chamber to the girl. The leather
restraints, the instruments of punishment. "Let me help you on the
stretcher, Rachel," Rod volunteered, and assisted the girl between the
steel uprights on the tub. She lay back, her legs tight together, until
Rod said, "Rachel, Nurse Emma is going to start you off with a little
two quart soapsuds enema to clear things out, and then we'll have to
give you a high colonic." He turned to his assistant, "Nurse." "Now hold
still, Rachel," Nurse Emma admonished, "while I get you ready for your
enema. And doctor, you will see it was not necessary to shave this
child. Still being pre-pubescent she hasn't even a trace of pubic hair
to interfere with your examinations and treatments." "Thank you, nurse,
and yes, I see what you mean," Doctor Rod said, gently moving the girl's
legs slightly apart. Nurse Emma knew how much the good doctor was
enjoying his job, and discreetly turned aside as Doctor Rod's long, slim
fingers brushed the thin girlish slit of Rachel's vaginal cleft. He
stepped back. "Emma, you take Rachel's left ankle and I'll take the
right!" Rachel shut her eyes as the nurse and doctor drew her slim,
coltish legs up, and spreading them wide, attached the leather cuffs to
her ankles, separating her thighs and exposing her naked bottom to
treatment. "Oh, please, doctor," Rachel pleaded, "do you have to do it
this way? I mean, I'm so... so... embarrassed." Doctor Rod became
sympathetic, "I'm afraid so, Rachel, but first I want to take your
temperature." He held his hand out, and without being told, Nurse Emma
placed a well lubricated glass rectal thermometer in it. He held it up
and noted that it had been shaken down to well below the 98.6 degree mark.
"Nurse Emma is just going to put a little lubricating jelly down there
to make it easy to put it in." He paused, then added, "One would think
you never were given an enema before, but I know better. Your mom said
that you got your first enema when you were only six. is that right?"
"Y...yes." Rachel blushed, "but I didn't think she told you." Wearing a
sheer latex glove, the nurse squeezed a small blob of K-Y jelly onto her
upraised finger, and carefully prodded the young girl's tight rosebud
until the sphincter loosened, then inserted her finger to the first
knuckle, gently working it in and out (just like uncle Jack did the last
time he gave her a punishment enema, thought Rachel). "She told me quite
a lot, Rachel, in fact she said she had to give you a nice high enema
just a month or so ago. That's right isn't it?" He didn't expect her to
answer, but was noting with interest how she was squirming in her
restraints as Emma continued with the anal prep. The nurse withdrew the
finger, removed the glove and discarded it. Rod moved to between the
girl's well parted legs and slowly inserted the thin glass tube, until
only about 1/2 inch protruded from the twitching rosebud. He held it
throughout, moving it almost imperceptibly, but knowing the helpless
girl could feel it's invasive activity. Tied, strapped down, knowing
that the enema was only moments away. She felt herself becoming wet. The
feelings down there were just too much to bear. She whimpered half in
relief and half in excitement as she felt the thermometer being slowly
withdrawn. Through almost closed eyes she saw Dr. Rod wipe it and read
the results. "Quite normal, Nurse. Let's proceed. Rachel's eyes were
still closed, or she could have seen Dr. Rod admiring her naked legs,
and even more naked vaginal orifice, the lips now slightly parted,
moist. She did, however, open her eyes at the sound of the nurse running
the hot water into a two quart stainless steel mixing pitcher, into
which an ounce of green soap was placed. The nurse stirred the mixture
until suds could be seen at the top, and then taking the gigantic red
rubber bag, poured the solution in, only half filling it. Emma hung the
bag on a portable IV stand and pushed it over to the tub, the long red,
tube in one hand. "I'll get the nozzle, nurse," Dr. Thomas volunteered,
and extracted a thick, bulbous, black device from the nearby glass
cabinet. Rachel couldn't help but notice the fat, bulb-like shape at the
'business end' and asked, timidly, "Why are you going to use that... is
it going to. hurt?" The nurse was screwing the nozzle onto the tube.
"No, Rachel," Rod said, "But it may feel a little unusual. the thick
part, here." He said, pointing to the tube Nurse Emma was coating with
K-Y jelly, "is designed to keep the enema well inside until you are
given permission to go the bathroom where I will extract it." Rachel's
hands gripped the steel uprights, not being restrained at the moment,
and bit her lower lip as the nurse slowly worked the thick tube into her
bottom. A small, but heartfelt, "OOhhhhhhh," escaped from the girl as
the nurse snapped open the clamp and the hot solution rushed in to do
it's work. "Ohhhh. OOoooo, Not so fast! It's too much!" Rachel pleaded
as the second quart started in. "Now, there, there." Dr. Rod consoled
her, noting her lower abdomen begin to swell. "You must save your
strength for the colonic we're going to give you!" Soon the bag was
empty, but the griping had begun. Rachel's knuckles whitened as she held
tight to the rods that were holding her legs in their leathery grip.
"Only a minute more, child," Nurse Emma said as she closed the valve and
disconnected the nozzle, which remained, impaling the girl and the fluid
within. The long tube, once again coiled and placed on the hook with the
bag, had done it's first duty, but would soon be placed in service
again. They unfastened the girl's trembling legs and the nurse helped
her to the toilet, where the nozzle was gratefully withdrawn and the
girl could relieve the almost unbearable pressure which had built up.
Upon their return, Rachel was far less modest, and allowed herself to be
placed once again on the canvas rack, her legs again lifted and spread
for the cuffs to secure. "Now, Rachel, " Rod explained, "I've ordered a
high colonic enema to take care of anything that's left inside, but you
don't have to worry about getting up until it's finished, as there's an
outlet tube being attached now, and the nurse will control the outflow
to the drain in the tub, as well as the flow going in." He held up the
25 inch French catheter. "But this will have to go in all the way before
the enema is administered." "Oh, no, doctor, it's too long. I can't.
please, no." Rachel tried to straighten up, her hands reaching to cover
her nakedness. "Nurse," Rod commanded, "Take her other wrist. I'm afraid
we are going to be better off putting her in restraints right away!"
Rachel could not really resist, as her ankles were already secured. The
doctor and nurse easily strapped her wrists into place above her head,
and the nurse pulled a long body strap over the girl just below her
barely swelling young breasts, and buckled it tight. Emma had refilled
the huge enema bag with a full four quarts of hot saline solution and
connected the Y-adapter and outflow tube to the colonic and feed tubes.
"Begin the colonic!" Rachel heard with horror as the nurse advanced on
her helpless body, the long tube glistening with K-Y jelly. Dr. Rod
assisted, now feeling an unstoppable erection starting in his groin, by
holding the girl's legs well apart, his spread fingers on her thighs,
his thumbs almost touching the youthful vaginal lips. The nurse began to
work the long colonic tube into
Rachel's protesting anus, occasionally releasing the flow to ease the
tube's inexorable passage. "Oh, stop. please, no, no more." Rachel
shrieked, her strapped and helpless body squirming, trying to get off
the long tube that was impaling her deeper and deeper. Rod, holding the
girl as he was, finally noticed the tell-tale moisture and swelling of
the vaginal lips that so often appeared as a girl was being given an
enema or high colonic. He glanced at his young patient, and noted that
her eyes were tightly closed. But it was unmistakable, she was
experiencing not only pain, but sexual pleasure. The incredible
stimulation she was receiving from the long colonic tube being inserted
was undeniable. At last the entire 24 inches had been inserted and the
four quart solution began to invade the young bowels. Rachel writhed and
moaned as the heated liquid did its griping, cramping, duty. Every
couple of minutes Emma clamped the tube off and opened the outflow
valve, allowing the writhing girl a moment's relief, but then, under
Rod's watchful eye, resumed the colonic. Finally, after about twenty
minutes Rod declared, "That's enough, nurse, she's taken almost four
quarts and the outflow is clear. Withdraw the colonic and replace it
with the enema nozzle. We'll take her into X-ray. Rachel was almost
sobbing as the long tube snaked out of her bottom. But her relief was
short lived and she cried out, "Oh, please, no more." as she saw Dr. Rod
approach with his favorite device, the inflatable enema nozzle! "It's
OK., Rachel, there's nothing to worry about," said our good doctor,
"this is the last time, and we'll have our X- rays, but you'll feel much
better as soon as it's over. Now just relax as I insert this instrument,
and we'll go into X-ray and finish your examination." "Oh, no, Doctor. I
just can't take any more. please. can't I take it tomorrow. please."
"I'm sorry, Rachel, but if we did that, we'd just have to start all
over. you wouldn't want that, would you?" The girl, still in the dorsal
lithotomy position (that is, with her legs strapped up and her wrists in
the cuffs above her head) sensed her totally helpless position. Yet, the
idea, couched in her subconscious, of a repeat performance, was not at
all unappealing, forced her to consciously submit to reason. "Please,
please, no. But, if you have to, Doctor. I'll try to be good and do as
you say. " "I do have to, Rachel, and I'm certainly going to let your
mother know just how bravely you took your enemas!" Dr. Thomas knew when
he had won. He wondered if he should pursue his young patient's past
history, as he usually did, but common sense told him to merely enjoy
the girl's helpless position and interview her tomorrow when she would
be more susceptible to his psycho-sexual suggestions. It even occurred
to him that his bedside manner could include a tender, intimate
examination and soothing stroking of that portion of the beautiful young
girl's anatomy that suffered such abuse in the hydrotherapy room and was
about to suffer in the X-ray rooms. Rod turned to Emma. "I think that
Rachel is ready for the enema. Please put some K-Y on the tube, Nurse."
Rachel watched, her heart pounding, as Nurse Emma once again squeezed a
substantial quantity of lubricating jelly on the flexible enema nozzle.
This enema, for those readers who have never seen one, is an orange
colored latex device resembling a French catheter, but with an accordion
pleated section about an inch and one-half long just behind the
insertion end. The tube is about 13 inches long, dividing into two
sections, one of which terminates in a black bulb. The other leg of the
tube is intended for connection to the enema bag containing barium, or
other solution. As the hollow tube is surrounded by the inflation folds,
the overall effect is to clamp down on the hollow tube, thereby holding
the liquid infusion inside the patient's body during the X-ray
procedure. "Give me that enema, nurse," Rod commanded. He had stationed
himself at the side of the tub, and looking down at his shackled patient
once again felt the pleasurable glow that accompanies the beginnings of
a gigantic erection. Nurse Emma handed him the lubricated device. He
said, "Hold her legs well apart so that I can make the insertion
easily."' The woman in white grasped Rachel's legs with both hands,
spreading them to the limit allowed by the leather cuffs which secured
her slim ankles. Rod placed his left hand squarely on Rachel's already
wet vulva, as if to make his aim more secure. He swelled at the feel of
the young girl's most intimate area. guiding the tube, shiny with jelly,
to the now tenderized opening. Dr. Rod mentally noted how even an
eleven-year-old girl could become so sexually aroused during this sort
of procedure.
Rachel, helplessly restrained in the leather wrist and ankle cuffs,
whimpered plaintively at the probing, insistent touch of the slippery
latex, as Rod slowly inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom. "No, no,
please, no more, doctor. I can't. Please." Rod's rod swelled even more
at hearing her protest, but continued until the nozzle was deeply
inserted. "I'm going to inflate the enema bulb a little, Rachel, so that
you will know how it will feel in X-ray, after we put the barium in."
With that announcement, he began to squeeze the black bulb in his hand,
which caused the folded, inflatable portion of the tube to gradually
expand inside Rachel's well lubricated bottom. "I can feel it. Ohhhh.
Oohhhhhh, I, I can feel it swelling up inside me. Ohhooooooo, Please,
Doctor, Stop!!!" Rachel begged. "That's just what we want it to do,
Rachel," he said. "Now I'm going to take a little air out, and leave it
inside of you while you are moved to X-ray, where you will get the
barium enema examination." "Shall I call the orderly, doctor?" Nurse
Emma asked. "Yes, nurse, "Rod replied, "We'll need a gurney for Rachel
to lie on, as the enema bulb will remain in place until after her barium
enema." A quick phone call summoned the young male orderly who appeared
as if by magic with a rolling cart. Upon entering the room he tried to
look coolly professional, but Rod knew how he felt at the sight of a
beautiful young girl strapped on the treatment tub, naked from the waist
down, her legs elevated and spread, the enema nozzle, glistening from
K-Y jelly, inserted deeply between her lovely buttocks. Rod suspected
the orderly's organ would soon be as firm as was his own. Rachel saw the
young orderly's eyes fixed on her girlish, open sex. Nevertheless, Emma
and the orderly undid the restraints, and gently helped the now totally
embarrassed and humiliated girl onto the white sheeted gurney, and
covered her with another sheet. In a moment they were on their way to
X-ray. The X-ray room was tiled in white, as was the hydrotherapy room
she had just left. In the center of the room stood the massive machine
which was to photograph, via its flesh-penetrating rays, the inner-most
workings of the young girl on the gurney. Opposite the door, the
lead-shielded observation room, with its lead-glass window, looked out
to the steel and porcelain table with the suspended Roentgen-tube X-ray
projector above it. The orderly, Nurse Emma, and our good (if kinky)
doctor carefully lifted Rachel onto the cool steel table, the enema tube
still firmly implanted in her bottom. The sheet that covered her was
removed, and the orderly took his good-natured time in folding it up, as
he was observing Rachel's now bared legs and thighs. and the virtually
hairless vaginal slit which topped them. Soon a set of stirrups were
installed on the outer edges of the table, and Rachel's heels installed,
spreading the slim legs well apart, and displaying her rosy rectum from
which the half inflated enema bulb depended. "She is a such pretty
child, don't you think, Doctor?" Nurse Emma queried. Rod nodded in
affirmation, and noted, again, that the little girl's vagina was wet
with the dew of sexual excitation (quite understandable under the
circumstances). It was all he could do to restrain himself from
consoling his anxious, excited patient by stroking the sex-swollen lips
of her throbbing vulva with his soothing fingers. Yet restrain himself
he did, for he knew that following this procedure, he would visit Rachel
in her room and there practice the soothing, relief she so needed, and
wanted (although she herself did not realize it) at this moment. Nurse
Emma produced, as if by magic, a fully loaded four-quart red rubber
enema bag filled with thick, hot, barium solution. Quickly the unusually
fat tubing was fixed to the enema inlet, and, following the terrible
"CLICK" of the metal hose clamp, Rachel felt the heavy liquid invade her
innards, moving inexorably upwards, cramping, griping, until she could
not hold back any longer. (A large inside diameter delivery tube is
required due to the thickness of the barium solution.) "Ohhh, Please!!!
Stop!!! It huuurrrts! It hurrrrtttss!" Still the barium flowed. Rod felt
almost sorry, seeing the child's discomfort, her long eyelashes wet with
tears, but nature allowed it to continue. "I can't stand it any more.
Take it out. Please. Please! Stop! AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The teen-ager
writhed and twisted on the steel table, but the nurse continued the
painful infusion until three full quarts of barium had forced their way
into the girl's helpless body. Finally it was all in her, and the nurse
closed the screw on the bulb and started to pump up the enema even more,
to seal the hot liquid inside Rachel's slim body until after the X-rays
were taken. Doctor Rod, although secretly enjoying her helpless
discomfort, realized that in fact she could endure little more, and
ordered the X-ray taken. The Orderly helped the nurse hold her down in
position while the X-ray tech, behind the lead wall, exposed the film.
So great was Rachel's discomfort that she cared nothing of the fact that
she was completely naked from the waist down, and the twisting of her
pretty legs in protest of the churning that was taking place within her
openly and blatantly was revealing her most intimate, private parts to
the fascinated orderly and doctor. Open, pink and wet, like a little
flower that is just starting to bloom, the young dew glistening, the
girl's virginal vaginal lips betrayed her helpless reactions, her hips
thrusting almost as if she were in the throes of an orgiastic seance.
The heavy, thick barium had to remain in place until the film was
developed. A mere four minutes, but to Rachel, four minutes of pure
punishment, as her slender body turned and writhed with the painful
enema cramps she knew all too well from the discipline she suffered at
home, at the hands of her mother, and, for the last two years, her Uncle
Jack. Four minutes. An eternity. The enema bulb inflated to an almost
unbearable size, holding back the barium, she had to scream...
"AAhhhhhhh. No more. No more! Please! Please! Take it out! AAAAAhhhhhhh!
No! No! Ohhhhhh! I can't stand it!" A nod to Doctor Rod from the X-ray
technician as he emerged from the darkroom put an end to Rachel's
ordeal, at least for now. "Nurse! Orderly!" he commanded, "Take her to
the bathroom and be..." he touched Rachel's perspiring forehead. "...
Gentle."
Back in her room, Rachel could scarcely believe what she had been
through. Barbara, her 12 year old room mate could hardly wait to
question her new found friend about her ordeal, suspecting the reason
for Rachel not having had the "Welcome Wagon" was that she had suffered
her hospital initiation elsewhere. But the poor girl was so exhausted
that she almost immediately fell asleep, her dreams containing scenes
that only the reader can imagine.
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