Olivia increased the pace of her steps, "Oh no! I don't know if I'm going to make it!" She clutched her swollen stomach. The five men behind her enjoyed the view of her round ass. As she shuffled along, they were amused that she was unable to take longer steps.
When she finally reached the bathroom at the end of the hall, she threw open the door and hurried inside. As she went to swing the door shut, Dr. Miloza grabbed the edge of the door and forced it back open.
"Dr. Miloza," she said. "I need to close the door. I want some privacy!"
"Olivia, I am your attending physician and I need to observe you in case you require medical assistance," he explained.
"What," Olivia exclaimed. "Please," she pleaded, "You have to let me close the ... Ah!" She felt a sharp pain in her stomach. The water was going to come gushing out of her and she wasn't going to be able to stop it. She threw open the lid of the toilet, sat down and gasped as the contents of the enema came spilling out of her. The sounds of the water spraying out of her ass and hitting the inside of the toilet bowl could be clearly heard by the four medical students who were looking over their teacher's shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed in relief as her stomach emptied out. When she thought she was finished, Dr. Miloza crouched down next to her and pushed hard on her abdomen several times, causing her to whimper, and a little more water came spurting out. When He was convinced that she had adequately expelled the enema, he flushed the toilet and helped her to her feet.
"Now just one more enema to go and then we can move onto the colonoscopy," he said.
"I don't think I can go through that again," Olivia wailed.
"Nonsense!" Dr. Miloza dismissed her complaint. "It wasn't that hard. You Americans," he shook his head, "Always looking for the easy way out."
They brought her back to the examination room. Olivia groaned in dread at the idea of another enema. Dr. Miloza looked at her thoughtfully and said, "I'll tell you what. This time when I administer the enema, we'll have you lie on your back. In that position, it'll be easier to massage your stomach and get rid of the cramps."
What he was suggesting wasn't much of an improvement, but it was better than nothing. "Fine," she sighed. She climbed back up on the table and lay down. She decided to keep her legs together for now. She used one hand to cover her breasts and the other hand to cover her vulva. She knew eventually Dr. Miloza would probably have her raise her knees to her chest to access her anus. But at least for now, in this position, she didn't feel quite so exposed.
"Mr. Smurdir, get the stirrups," Dr. Miloza instructed his student. The young man brought over a set of gynecological stirrups and attached them to the end of the table.
"Why do we need stirrups?" Olivia asked in alarm.
"So I can access your rectum, of course," Dr. Miloza replied.
"But ... I can just curl my legs up," she protested.
"Olivia, who is the doctor and who is the patient," Dr. Miloza said with an slight air of superiority.
"But I just thought ..."
"If I decide stirrups are necessary for this procedure, then guess what?" His tone became more stern. "You are going to spread your legs for me and you're going to put your ankles in the stirrups."
Olivia opened her mouth, but she had no response.
She let out a surprised squeak as Dr. Miloza grabbed her upper thighs. He pulled her down toward the foot of the exam table until her ass was almost hanging off the end. He took hold her feet and pried her legs wide apart placing her ankles in the stirrups. He adjusted the stirrups so they were at their maximum width. Then he moved them up and back so he would have better access to her ass.
He then adjusted the incline of the exam table's surface. He made the foot of the exam table higher than the head, raising Olivia's bottom half higher up. This was done so that the enema, when administered, would flow into her more quickly. At such an odd angle, Olivia felt disoriented. This was definitely worse than being on all fours. Dr. Miloza stepped back and gave her a quick look over. He made a satisfied, "Mm," and began preparing her second enema.
He instructed Mr. Kaldoff to insert the enema nozzle into her rectum. He would have to use artificial lubricant to moisten it up. Because the nozzle had already been in Olivia's anus, it wasn't safe to put back into her vagina. "We don't want to risk cross contamination," Dr. Miloza explained. Then he added, "Though, with you American girls, god only knows what you've had up inside there," he said pointing at her cunt. All the men laughed. Olivia closed her eyes in humiliation. But then opened them again and squealed as the cold lubricant on the nozzle made contact with her ass. Mr. Kaldoff placed one hand on her vulva, as if to hold her steady, and used the other hand to insert the nozzle. She winced as he pushed it in.
"Last time I filled you up two and a half liters," he informed her. "Originally, I had only planned to use one and a half liters. But then I decided to add one liter of cold water because I could see that you needed to ... cool down," he said, referring to when she had humped his hand. Olivia blushed.
Carrying another mixture of soapy water in a metal bowel, he walked over to the IV pole, where the enema bag hung. He began pouring the second enema into the opening at the top of the bag, saying, "This time we'll be giving you three liters."
"What? No! I could barely hold in the last one," Olivia argued.
As Dr. Miloza finished pouring the liquid into the bag, he said, "You American girls are always complaining. I am the doctor, and if I decide you need three liters, then you will take all three liters," he said sternly. "And if you continue to argue with me," he warned, "I'll administer a third enema. And who knows how many liters that one will be?" And with that, he released the clamp. The water began to flow into Olivia at a rapidly alarming pace.
Dr. Miloza knew he was stretching the the limits of medical safety with such a large enema. But he was curious to see if Olivia could handle it.
Dr. Miloza grabbed the enema bag off of the pole and raised it up even higher in the air. This increased the speed of the flow and before long Olivia was crying out in pain and pleading with him to stop.
"No, Olivia," he said, "You're going to take it all."
"Could you at least slow it down?" she asked desperately.
"I would have thought you'd want to get this over with as quickly as possible," Dr. Miloza said with mock surprise.
As the last bit of water emptied into Olivia's ass, her belly bulged out uncomfortably. "Now you simply need to hold it in for ten minutes," he said cheerily.
Olivia's cramps were extremely painful. "Oh god," she groaned, "Oh god! I don't think I can do this."
"Cramps?" Dr. Miloza asked patronizingly. Olivia nodded. He instructed Mr. Smurdir and Mr. Kaldoff to massage her abdomen. One young man stood on her left and the other one her right. They looked down at her naked body; her legs spread open obscenely. With big grins, they placed their hands on her bloated belly and began rubbing. "Does that feel better?" Dr. Miloza asked.
"Uh, a little," she weakly replied.
"Well, that doesn't sound very convincing. I think we can do better than that. Let's try to take your mind off your stomach completely." He looked in the direction of the two remaining medical students. "Mr. Yavlov,"
The young man looked at his teacher. Dr. Miloza pointed at Olivia's breasts. The student got a big smile on his face as he walked over to the head of the exam table, took Olivia's breasts in his hands and immediately began pinching and tweaking her nipples.
"No! Stop! What are you doing?"
