Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What did the madame say?

There's An Enema Kit In The Bathroom. Use It.

Through the beaded curtain, turn left, down the corridor. The door opened at the reporter's touch. She stepped into a clean, well-lit hotel room...albeit one with a minibar, which you seldom saw these days, and a selection of toys and lube in a display stand by the bedside table. Lois Lane walked over to the bed and touched the ancient, carefully polished "Magic Fingers" machine...an artifact from a far distant past, where everyone smoked and drank like fishes, and people needed the rumble...

Lois turned from her reverie and stepped into the bathroom. There was an enema kit, as the old woman had said...and Lois felt, down below, the itching sensation in her asshole. It had already been used tonight. She felt pretty clean already...but once more wouldn't hurt. After all, she wouldn't want her new boss to inspect her ass and find her dirty, would she?

So the reporter stripped out of her heels and tight red pants. Open the box with its little tube of lubricant, the squeeze-bulb, and the narrow plastic nozzle. She didn't even bother to read the instructions as she assembled the gear and set the tap to fill up the sink. Nothing to warm or cold...and a shiver of excitement ran up her body as she dipped the nozzle into the warm watter and sucked it up into the bulb.

In the past, she normally stopped at one or two. Once, she had gone to three...and her asshole had been so tight it had hurt to slip it in. There was always that tension after the fist bulb full of water, the worry that the dam was about to break, that it would leak out, that she couldn't hold it. Yet a certain excitement, too. A testing of her limits...what she could take...

Lois lubed the nozzle and slowly slid it up her ass. Maybe it had been the sex tonight, but it seemed to her that it entered much more easily than before...and there was no pain at all. She went two bulbs on the first enema, sitting down to void, trying not to strain, just letting it fall out of her. On the second enema she went three bulbs...and it came out clear, when she flushed the toilet again.

The reporter licked her lips. She had no idea when the "boss" was going to arrive. One more wouldn't hurt. Lois Lane wondered how much she could take...