After several days of performing daily anal exams, the nursing staff agreed with Paris that Britney was indeed a dirty little girl and she needed a thorough cleansing.
Paris instructed her two orderly's to take Britney to the enema chair and strap her in. Just for grins and giggles, they made her put on a pair of black stockings and her hospital pumps.
When the two orderly's first came in her room and tossed her the nylons, Britney was elated. She thought her days of total nudity were finally over and she eagerly pulled them up her thighs. But her hopes were quickly dashed when the two women grabbed her by her arms and yanked her up and began to lead her down the long corridor naked except for her nylons and pumps.
Britney started to whimper and plead with the two women as her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want another anal exam because she knew the nurse would only torment her and bring her to the brink of orgasm but not allow her to cum. Britney blubbered and weakly struggled as the two women forcefully led her to a different exam room.
It had the typical antiseptic smell of an exam room but this one had a large chair-like contraption in the middle. At least three large enema bags hung on metal poles and surrounded the chair, which was actually more like a toilet. A large stainless steel catch basin was under the seat and leather straps were draped across the back.
Fear gripped Britney as she stared at the scary looking apparatus and she leaned back and resisted the two orderly's. She feared what was next.
Both women pushed Britney forward and spun her around and forced her to sit on the toilet seat. As Britney begged and pleaded with them to stop, they quickly strapped her into the chair using the leather straps across her chest.
As the orderly's were strapping her in, Paris walked in. Britney squirmed and meekly whimpered with fear at seeing Paris.
Paris instructed her two orderly's to take Britney to the enema chair and strap her in. Just for grins and giggles, they made her put on a pair of black stockings and her hospital pumps.
When the two orderly's first came in her room and tossed her the nylons, Britney was elated. She thought her days of total nudity were finally over and she eagerly pulled them up her thighs. But her hopes were quickly dashed when the two women grabbed her by her arms and yanked her up and began to lead her down the long corridor naked except for her nylons and pumps.
Britney started to whimper and plead with the two women as her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want another anal exam because she knew the nurse would only torment her and bring her to the brink of orgasm but not allow her to cum. Britney blubbered and weakly struggled as the two women forcefully led her to a different exam room.
It had the typical antiseptic smell of an exam room but this one had a large chair-like contraption in the middle. At least three large enema bags hung on metal poles and surrounded the chair, which was actually more like a toilet. A large stainless steel catch basin was under the seat and leather straps were draped across the back.
Fear gripped Britney as she stared at the scary looking apparatus and she leaned back and resisted the two orderly's. She feared what was next.
Both women pushed Britney forward and spun her around and forced her to sit on the toilet seat. As Britney begged and pleaded with them to stop, they quickly strapped her into the chair using the leather straps across her chest.
As the orderly's were strapping her in, Paris walked in. Britney squirmed and meekly whimpered with fear at seeing Paris.
Paris walked behind Britney, leaned forward and forcefully pushed a thick plastic tube up Britney's bottom and made her squeal.
"Oh my gawd, please, please don't do this," whimpered Britney as the tube was pushed deeper and deeper into her colon.
Paris just told Britney to shut up and she released a clamp enabling warm soapy water to rush into her bowels.
Britney squirmed and fidgeted as the warm liquid worked its way into her system.
When Paris squeezed the bag and forced the liquid deeper and deeper, Britney groaned and moaned as her tummy began to protrude.
"You'd better not spill a drop until I tell you to, cunt, or there'll be Hell to pay," warned Paris.
Britney bore down and squeezed her anus tightly as the pressure continued to build. "Please, oh gawd, please, I can't hold it anymore," Britney moaned as her stomach filled.
"You haven't even taken HALF of what I'm going to put in you, bitch, so you'd better not let go," insisted Paris.
Britney squirmed and groaned but kept her anus tightly clenched as her bowels continued to expand. Beads of sweat began to form on her bald head as she strained to retain the enema.
When the contents of the bag were finally gone, Paris slowly removed the tube and gave Britney permission to release.
Britney's bowels exploded into the bedpan below and the relief was enormous. But as soon as her bowels were relieved, she felt the tube reinserted.
Paris repeated the process with clean, warm water twice more to thoroughly cleanse Britney's bowels. Every time Britney moaned and started to complain, Paris had one of her orderly's administer lashes to Britney's breasts and thighs with a leather flogger.
Once Paris was satisfied that Britney's bowels were clean, she leaned in and told her, "Now you're not such a dirty little slut anymore."
"Oh my gawd, please, please don't do this," whimpered Britney as the tube was pushed deeper and deeper into her colon.
Paris just told Britney to shut up and she released a clamp enabling warm soapy water to rush into her bowels.
Britney squirmed and fidgeted as the warm liquid worked its way into her system.
When Paris squeezed the bag and forced the liquid deeper and deeper, Britney groaned and moaned as her tummy began to protrude.
"You'd better not spill a drop until I tell you to, cunt, or there'll be Hell to pay," warned Paris.
Britney bore down and squeezed her anus tightly as the pressure continued to build. "Please, oh gawd, please, I can't hold it anymore," Britney moaned as her stomach filled.
"You haven't even taken HALF of what I'm going to put in you, bitch, so you'd better not let go," insisted Paris.
Britney squirmed and groaned but kept her anus tightly clenched as her bowels continued to expand. Beads of sweat began to form on her bald head as she strained to retain the enema.
When the contents of the bag were finally gone, Paris slowly removed the tube and gave Britney permission to release.
Britney's bowels exploded into the bedpan below and the relief was enormous. But as soon as her bowels were relieved, she felt the tube reinserted.
Paris repeated the process with clean, warm water twice more to thoroughly cleanse Britney's bowels. Every time Britney moaned and started to complain, Paris had one of her orderly's administer lashes to Britney's breasts and thighs with a leather flogger.
Once Paris was satisfied that Britney's bowels were clean, she leaned in and told her, "Now you're not such a dirty little slut anymore."
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