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Olivia in Vulmonia Ch. 05

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?"

"Well, you were complaining about the cramps in your stomach. So naturally we're trying to bring your attention to other parts of your body," the doctor explained.

And with that he looked at Mr. Vlangar and then pointed at Olivia's crotch. Mr. Vlangar laughed as he made his way over to the end of the exam table. He stood between Olivia's thighs, admired the way her pussy lips were spread open, and shoved three fingers into her slippery twat.

Olivia howled in surprise at the sudden intrusion. "Stop it!" she demanded. "You can't do this to ... oooooooooh!" her protests soon became moans as the strapping young man pushed and pulled his fingers in and out. He thumbed her clitoris and masturbated the silly American girl.

Every time it seemed she was close to an orgasm, he would pull his hand away, leaving Olivia gasping and sighing with disappointment. When it was clear that she was no longer near the edge, he would begin stimulating her again. He would once again bring her to the brink, and right before she could climax, he would remove his fingers from her needy pussy. This went on repeatedly for several minutes. "Oh no!" Olivia wailed in despair as he denied her yet another orgasm.

He brought his wet slick fingers to her clitoris. He didn't touch it directly, but made a V with his first two fingers, grasping the flesh of her vulva that surrounded her clit. The engorged nub stuck out prominently from between his fingers. He looked at the exhausted panting girl. "You want to cum?" he asked her. Olivia frantically nodded her head yes. "Hey!" he barked, "American Cunt, I asked you a question. Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!" Olivia cried, ignoring the pejorative he had just used. "Yes, please! I need to cum!"

With a firm grip on the tissue around her clit, he vigorously began to move his fingers from side to side, jerking his wrist and causing her whole vulva to shake. With rapt attention, the four students watched as Olivia's back arched, delightfully lifting her tits. Her whole body writhed and shook. "Oh jesus christ! Oh god, yes! Oooooooh! That's it! I'm going to ... I'm going to ... I'm going to cu..."

"Ten minutes!" called out Dr. Miloza. Mr. Vlangar pulled his hand away from Olivia.

"What!" she cried out.

"Time's up," Dr. Miloza informed her nonchalantly. "Time for you to release your enema." He walked up to the exam table and looked down at her with a smirk.

"No!" Olivia cried.

"You mean you want to keep it in for longer?" he asked, firmly pressing on her abdomen. Olivia winced with discomfort.

"No, of course not! That's not what I meant," she panted.

"Then what did you mean?" he asked, pressing harder.

"Ow, stop it!" Olivia squealed. "I meant that I want to ... I need to ... he wasn't fished making me ..." Olivia trailed off as the sensations between her legs began to die down. She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Hm?" Dr. Miloza prompted. "What were you going to say?" he asked, continuing to press on her swollen tummy, making her groan.

"Nothing," Olivia whispered.

"Are you sure? It certainly didn't sound like nothing," he said skeptically.

"May I please let out the enema now?"

Dr. Miloza looked down at her for a few long moments as if deciding. Finally he said, "Well, alright. Just as long as you're sure there wasn't something else you wanted."

He helped her out of the stirrups and up off the exam table. Olivia wasn't sure if she'd be able to stand up straight; he stomach was so heavy and swollen. She took a few hesitant steps. The doctor opened the door and escorted her down the hall.

They were about halfway to the bathroom when a short fat man in his sixties, dressed in a lab coat, came walking down the hall. When he laid his eyes on Olivia, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. He greeted Dr. Miloza and then gestured at Olivia asking a question in Vulmonian.

Dr. Miloza replied. And then in English he said, "Olivia, this is Dr. Carolia. He's the head of the gynecology department here at Nulmara University Teaching Hospital. He's also the director of Nulmara University's medical school.

"Please," Olivia groaned, "I really need to get to the bathroom."

"Dr. Carolia is an extremely important man and you will show him the respect he deserves," Dr. Miloza demanded.

"Sorry," Olivia lowered her eyes. "Hello Doctor."

"Hello there," he said smiling, staring directly at Olivia's breasts. Then his eyes lowered to her stomach. "What's going on here?" He put a meaty hand on her abdomen.

"We just have her an enema," Dr. Miloza relied.

"Oh?" Dr. Carolia said, "That looks uncomfortable. Exactly how much water is in there?"

"Three liters," Dr. Miloza said casually.

Dr. Carolia looked up in surprise. "That's a bit much, isn't it?"

"Olivia's going to help me with demonstrating a colonoscopy, aren't you Olivia? I just want to make sure she's all cleaned out" Dr. Miloza explained.

Dr. Carolia looked up at the other doctor. "That's interesting," he said, getting an idea. "I'm going to be giving a lecture to some first year medical students. The topic of the lecture is internal medicine with a special focus female anatomy. During the lecture, I was just going to use diagrams, illustrations and photos. But how much more interesting would it be if we had an actual patient there during the lesson."

Olivia looked at him in disbelief. He could not be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting.

Dr. Carolia continued. "Why don't you bring her next door to the University? We'll set up the equipment for the colonoscopy in the big lecture hall. I'm sure the students would love to see a colonoscopy performed live, in person."

"Excellent idea," Dr. Miloza agreed enthusiastically. "That will be so much more interesting than boring diagrams and photos."

"No, I don't want to," Olivia argued.

"Olivia, don't be silly," Dr. Miloza chided her. "What Dr. Carolia is proposing is totally reasonable."

"I won't do it," she said more defiantly.

"Olivia," Dr. Carolia said, placing a hand on each side of her bulging tummy, "You look like you really need to release this enema."

"Oh, I do Doctor. I really do!"

"With this lecture I'm giving this evening, I could really use your assistance." Then he gently pressed on her belly.

"Oh," Olivia squealed in pain. "But it's too embarrassing."

"Don't be silly, Olivia. We're all medical professionals. We've seen it all before. There's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about," he reasoned. Then he pressed on her abdomen again.

"Ow, please stop! I'm not going to be able to hold it in!"

"You know, I'm not asking much of you. Just let my class of first year medical students observe your colonoscopy." Dr. Carolia squeezed her swollen stomach between his hands a bit harder this time.

"Ahhh!" Olivia reached behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed them together in the desperate hope of keeping the enema in. "Please let me go to the bathroom," she pleaded.

"That depends," Dr. Carolia said, "Are you willing to let my students observe your colonoscopy during my lecture class?" This time Dr. Carolia squeezed hard. Very hard.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and squished her cheeks tightly together. She clenched her sphincter and groaned in discomfort. "Fine," she finally spat out. "I'll do it."

"Wonderful!" Dr. Carolia smiled and released her stomach. Then he looked below her stomach noticing her soft, downy pubic hair. "What's this?" he observed, combing his fingers over her pubic mound. "I thought all of you American girls either shaved or waxed. What do they call it ... a Brazilian?" As his fingers continued to stroke her vulva, he said something to Dr. Miloza in Vulmonian.

"Sure," Dr. Miloza replied. "We'll shave her before we bring her in for the lecture."

"What? Why?" Olivia whined.

"Educational purposes," Dr. Carolia vaguely replied. He grasped her hair between his fingers and gave the tuft a good firm tug. Then his fingers wandered lower and he began stroking her plump lips. "Oh, " he said with surprise, "What do we have here?"

"Please," Olivia whimpered, "I really need to use the bathroom."

"I'm guessing you've noticed that her body produces quite a bit of moisture," Dr. Miloza said.

"Quite a bit?" Dr. Carolia exclaimed. "It's like rainy season down here." The two doctors and four students burst out laughing.

"I'm afraid you have Mr. Vlangar to blame for that," Dr. Miloza said, pointing at one of the smirking students. "He got her all worked up, but wouldn't let her ... finish."

"Oh?" said Dr. Carolia as his finger slid over her clitoris. "That wasn't very nice of Mr. Vlangar, now was it?" he said as he rubbed her.

"Please, I can't hold this in. I have to go," Olivia begged.

"She was obviously disappointed when Mr. Vlangar wouldn't bring her to ... completion," Dr. Miloza told the older doctor.

"Well, I'm not surprised she was disappointed," Dr. Carolia said as he continued to stroke her sensitive button. "That was not a very gentlemanly thing for him to do."

Try as she might, Olivia could not hold back a deep moan. Dr. Carolia and the other five men smiled and watched her intently.

"You're quite easily aroused, aren't you?" Dr. Carolia observed.

"Ahhhh ..." was Olivia's only reply.

"I can't imagine any Vulmonian woman becoming so excited by this situation," Dr. Carolia said shaking his head.

"Please ... oooooooh ..." Olivia was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, she was extremely mortified by the entire situation. On the other hand, her body was so aroused, she was desperate for some sexual release. However, if she didn't make it to the bathroom soon, she wasn't going to be able to hold the enema in much longer.

As Dr. Carolia continued to massage her pussy, Olivia alternated between grunts of discomfort and moans of pleasure. "Please," she pleaded, "I need to go ... ooooooh ..." as she clenched and squeezed her buttocks.

"I would let you go ...," Dr. Carolia said, "But I just think you're enjoying this too much."

As he increases the speed of his strokes, Olivia began panting. Dr. Miloza and his students stepped closer, excitedly awaiting the inevitable.

"Oh god no," Olivia moaned, "Please stop!" The pressure was building up between her legs. Her pleads became more urgent. "Oh god no! Jesus no!" Her entire pussy began pulsating. The doctor rubbed her furiously. As she approached the brink, she began frantically begging, "Please no! Please NO! STOP! NOOOOOO!" she screamed.

Her cunt began clenching and contracting as she climaxed. Unfortunately her sphincter also began contracting. As her back door rapidly opened and closed, the contents of her enema shot out of her like a geyser. It was unstoppable.

The six men quickly stepped back, but couldn't take their eyes away from the spectacle.

Olivia's legs gave out on her. She dropped down into a squatting position, with her ass sticking out behind her. As the water spurted out of her, she had to hold onto the wall for support. "Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as the seemingly endless supply of water continued to gush out of her ass. Fortunately, because this was her second enema, most of what came out was just soapy water.

As the flow of water eventually eased up, Olivia's breathing went from panting to heaving sobs. She wept in humiliation, surrounded by the water that had just been in her ass.

Dr. Miloza walked over and helped her up. Olivia's legs were shaking. "Olivia, don't cry," Dr. Miloza said, "We can call someone to clean up this mess. It'll be fine. You're not in any trouble. I promise!"

"Yes," agreed Dr. Carolia. "What is it you say in America? There's no use crying over spilt ... enema?" The six men broke out into laughter. "I'm going to go next door to prepare for the lecture. See you all soon. Especially you, Olivia," the older man said looking at the naked sobbing girl.

"Alright," Dr. Miloza soothed. "Everything's going to be okay." He took her arm and gently started to guide her back toward the examination room. "There, there. There's no need to cry. Everything's fine."
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