Chapter 2: Morning Nurse
Sarah awoke from the gurgling sensation emanating from her bowels. Evidently, the dense solid that she had been contending with the previous evening had converted to a liquefied state overnight leaving her with quart after quart of diarrhea trapped up inside her. Unfortunately, the liquid also caused her terribly bloated stomach to cramp even more than the solids had done the night before. Despite the pain, she attempted to remain still and silent as she lay on her back with her hands secured to her sides. She preferred to stew rather than see what horrors were in store for her next.
Each twist and torque of her abdominal muscles caused her to writhe in her bonds. She knew that she would never get to the black slug snaking deep into her bowels and lodged in her stretched rectum but she couldn't help but try. As silently as possible, she flexed her arms and legs in different combinations but could not get the body suit to move more than an inch or two in any given direction.
Sarah also felt the presence of the dildo still planted into her sex but the barbs in her chastity belt were blessedly absent. Her clit ached terribly between bouts of rectal contractions. Eventually, her full bladder also started to complain, though all the sweating she was doing helped to curtail the water retention. She thought of crying out to see if one of the nurses would come and open her catheter valve but thought better of it.
Regardless of how silent she attempted to remain, the morning nurse eventually entered the room. She had dark red hair and a large stature; standing at least six-feet-tall. She silently worked her way around the room, checking Sarah's monitors and vital signs. Unable to bring to mind a reason to talk, Sarah chose not to speak. That is, until the nurse produced the next penis gag for her to swallow.
"Please, can we skip today?" Sarah begged.
The morning nurse placed the gag by her mouth, as if to say, "open." It's smooth surface gleaned in the artificial light of her cell; a cluster of tubes came out of the base. But Sarah was at her wits end. She could no longer voluntarily open her mouth and subject her self to any more of the mindless, never-ending torture.
"Please! I can't...."
The nurse continued only to wag the gag in front of her mouth. Sarah clenched her jaw tightly shut and squirmed her head away. The nurse soon became fed up and slammed the gag down on a nearby table. She started to rifle through the cabinets and Sarah instantly regretted her mistake.
"No no please! I'm sorry!"
It was too late. The nurse pulled out an enema bag and a long tube and began to fill the bag with water. Sarah started to cry. It was beyond imagination to try to fit anything else in her petite figure and bloated intestines. She wondered if they even pumped any volume out during the night. Sarah began to wail as the nurse connected the enema tube to her butt plug.
"Please," Sarah began again. "I can't take this anymore!" The nurse acknowledged her.
After she was finished, the nurse retrieved a muzzle of sorts and began strapping it around Sarah's head and under her chin. The muzzle kept her jaw shut and prevented her from talking.
