WaterWay -- Chapter 2
On with the Show
By: WaterLuv@etzine.com   Copyright 1996, by ET!zine   All rights reserved

As my second finger touched her sensitive flesh, Jazmand seemed to open like honeysuckle to the probing of a butterfly.  I couldn't say whether I pushed my fingers into her waiting beauty, or whether she somehow stretched her bonds to suck my hand into her anus like quicksand swallows a heavy foot.  I let my two fingers slide very slowly into her till the knuckles of the rest of my fist were tight against her rear.  Then just as slowly, I drew them back out -- almost completely out -- then back to the depths of her seat, twisting around.  

To spice the moment for us all, I asked her to describe the feeling.  "It's such a funny feeling to feel the oblong width twisting deep inside, isn't it Jaz?" 

"Ummmmm HUNUH!!!" She grimaced a bit as I added a third finger, and dug deeply into her quivering flesh.

"Tell us how it feels to be finger reamed like this," I commanded.

"Ohhhh-ahhh!  I love the feeeeeeUNH!!! . . . the feeling.  Do you think I'm ready now for a whooOOAH . . . ready for a whole hand?

"Not with the ruckus you're making with just my three fingers in you.  Patience dear.  Mary has small hands.  Perhaps she would like to teach you that, but not now.  You know what we're here for, and we'll have no distractions.  You and I are going to show Mary how you take four quarts of hot enema inside you without cumming till you're given permission.  And we're going to show her something else that will be a surprise for you both." With that, I began, reluctantly I must say, withdrawing my three fingers from Jazmand's hot hole.  In my other hand, I held an oversized douche nozzle attached by its amber-latex hose to the bulging bag hanging high over Jazmand's prone figure.  I slid the nozzle into her as a replacement for the fingers.  One passed the other so smoothly and quickly that she had no sense of being empty of one intruder before being filled by the other.

Jaz is a true klismophile.  She fell in love with the feeling of the enema back when she spent summers on her Grandmother's farm.  She's played with herself using them for all her adolescent and adult years.  She's learned the tremendous thrill of anticipation.  The wildly wanton stimulation of the water rushing against her sensitive insides.  The pressure that seems to build in belly and loins alike, pressure demanding a release.  

The nozzle I slid into her is a copy of one I made for myself.  Twice the girth, and more than two times the length of the standard douche nozzle, it has a single flute and just two openings therein.  With the bag hung high as we have it, the water rushes from these with considerable force.  You can feel it as it slithers along, back and forth, its spray tickling your intestines with indescribable pleasure.  When Jazmand saw my new toy, she begged me to make one for her.  She's here now because this submissive act is the price I demanded of her for my craftsmanship.  Not that this anal slut wouldn't have taken this assignment even if she had to pay for it.  I certainly would have, so I couldn't fault her enthusiasm.  

But I digress.  I turned to you and explained aloud, "This nozzle and the high-hung bag are capable of delivering more pressure than the bowels should be subjected to.  Thus, we are going to give Jaz her enema in spurts." I pulled the nozzle nearly out of Jaz's sensitive rear, to where its openings were just beyond her tight anal ring.  "I'll flick open the clamp like this" <CLICK> "And as the water shoots from the enema bone, I'll twist and thrust into her so every inch of her rectum and descending colon gets its turn to be tickled by the intense spray."

"Ooooooooooaaaaaahhhhh.  It's sooooo warm.  Thank you, Master.  I love it almost hot"

"About 8 ounces in.  I'll close the clamp," <CLICK> "before she overheats on us, and just thrust this big bone into her a bit to keep her ready while the water finds room to settle in." 

We both watched in fascination as Jazmand's horny ass swallowed over nine inches of the huge nozzle.  How can so much length sink easily into such a petite body? I wondered.  From the bliss on her face, it was clear that, if the deep penetration was causing her any pain, it was the kind that "hurts so good."

<CLICK> The second 8 ounces rushed through the hose to join the first.  Jaz was really getting into it now.  She was starting to buck back into the nozzle, fucking herself with it.  I had to fight her to withdraw it till nearly 8 inches was back in free air.  I slid it two thirds back into her churning rear.  She provided all the necessary motion.  All I needed to do was hold it steady and stand by to shut off the flow <CLICK> before she passed the point of no return.

Jaz had only one pint in her.  With her capacity, that couldn't be enough to fluster her.  Yet she was panting already and flushed in her face.  Beads of perspiration were appearing across her brow.  I think it was more the determination not to cum than the feeling of the enema that was getting to her at this point.  Was she so focused on avoiding orgasm that she's doomed to fail in that effort?  Time would tell. <CLICK> With a sawing motion of the nozzle in our subject, the next 8 ounces rushed down the hose and into our pretty, distressed submissive. <CLICK> All too soon, though, the thrill was removed.  But this time I sensed she was teetering right on the edge of control.  Would I win before we even got the first quart into Jaz?

<CLICK> We would soon see.  Jazmand was really into it now.  Undoubtedly she felt the warm water inching ever deeper into her inner recesses.  But a firm resolve showed along with the obvious rapture washing over her countenance.  In, out, in out, wiggle.  Just enough tremble in my touch to keep the stimulation to her sensitive tissues constant.  <CLICK> Still, she had made it this far with no big bang.

<CLICK> Thrust, slide in, water massaging Jaz so perfectly, teasing her ever closer.  <CLICK> Four more times.  Two quarts in her now.  Jaz was now panting heavily, churning her hips against the constant torment of the nozzle in her second sex.  Her ass and pussy were now as one, and the water heating her bowels seems to drive a flame all the way to her nipples as they rubbed across the latex sheeting on the bed.  The special bed could be raised to bring her hips well above the rest of her body, and to pull the mattress away from her distended belly.  I deliberately did not exercise that option for this first enema.  Even with her present load of two quarts, being tied face down, spread eagle as she was, she felt enormous pressure.

Jaz had expected to get a much larger enema for her first filling.  She was waiting for me to adjust the bed and carry on with the torture, but I planned to shut it off at two quarts.  This one was really meant to clear her intestines for the larger onslaughts to come.  I wouldn't tell her just yet though.  She was craning around on the bed, stretching to watch us watching her.  The sight of her wantonly submitting her beautiful ass to such treatment was having a massive effect on us both.  Jaz was savoring this little element of control.  A bit of topping from the bottom in more ways than one.  And she was sooo good at it, so wonderful to watch.  I thought I'd just sit back for a bit and enjoy her show.
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