Womanhood for Jenny Chapter 3

During the sexual high, jenny had completely forgotten about the soapy quarts generating such awful cramps, but with Master's release, her twisted guts again held her attention. Deb and Charles swapped positions. As Deb lowered herself onto jenny's flushed face, she explained, "I'll be over every evening until we do the piercings, slut. We'll give you some serious enemas, and to give them time to work, you get the cane directly on your slit while you give us head. We want your cunt rim nice and swollen.

Settling in, Deb ground her pussy against jenny's squealing mouth as Charles resumed the caning.

After Deb's juice drenched jenny's face, they unstrapped the groaning girl and laughed as she clumsily got off the table and was allowed to crawl on hands and knees over to the toilet in a corner. Squashing her tits against the cool tile floor, jenny reached back and spread her welted cheeks for Deb to deflate and remove the nozzle.

"Thank you, Doctor Deb," jenny softly said. Squeezing her beaten ass cheeks together, she quickly crawled up on the toilet.

Spraying a thick cloud of room deodorizer, Deb walked over to the table, and began writing down jenny's prep schedule, explaining the details to Charles. Neither paid any attention to the sobbing girl or the noxious sounds. Once drained, she was given a wet wash cloth to finish her cleanup, then the ungreased dilating plug was reinserted.

Kneeling at their feet, jenny listened to the ordeal she faced before being pierced.

"One bottle of magnesium citrate daily for four days, then a bottle every other day for the next two weeks, so you'll need eleven bottles altogether, a package of Epson salts, three quarts of liquid soap, a gallon of vinegar, several packages of super tampons, and of course lots of pads," Doctor Deb said. "The daily douching schedule, and recipes are all written down for you to follow, jenny. It shouldn't be too difficult, even for a blonde cunt."

Jenny could well imagine the combined effects of laxatives from both ends, and the additional chemical enemas on her rosebud, "May I use some lotion on my hole, Master?" she asked.