Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hoop
Title: Incarceration Ch.13
Part: Chapter 13
Summary: Enemas for both Emma and Zoe, while they are bound together. 
(No explicit scat.)
Keywords: FF, bd, nc, enemas



   Emma and Zoe were the next to be taken from the cell that morning. 
Another walk through the corridors was punctuated with the girls' yelps as
the attendants prodded them with their shock devices for, as far as Zoe
could see, no reason other than their own amusement.  Her buttocks were
tingling from multiple electrical prods by the time the pair of girls were
brought before Helen, who was awaiting them in one of the rooms lined with
white tiles.

   She was sitting atop a metal table which was arranged along the back
wall of the cell.  A basin was set into the worktop further down; there was
a showerhead attached to one of the faucets with a length of metal-shod
hose.  A stack of neatly folded garments sat alongside a pair of yellow
sponges and, slightly worryingly, a bottle of disinfectant.  A pair of
leads were coiled on the work surface, connected to Helen's ever-present
computer.

   Zoe happened to look up, and noticed a pair of hooks attached to the
ceiling, which was covered in an evenly-spaced grid of threaded holes -
presumably attachment points for pieces of equipment.  She tried to
speculate what Helen might be planning for them this time.  There didn't
seem to be that much restraining gear around - only a couple of rolls of
tape, and a pair of ball gags, were laid out on the work surface.  There
was a plastic storage bin on the floor as well, although its cloudy plastic
lid concealed its contents.

   Helen set her computer down.  She picked up the folded clothes from
alongside her, and threw them towards the girls.  Zoe caught the bundle of
fabric reflexively; the second set flopped against Emma's chest and
unfurled as they fell to the floor.  Helen gave her a warning look, and she
knelt down to gather the clothes up in her arms.

   "Get changed," she said.

   Zoe unfolded the garments in front of her - a pair of loose trousers
with an elasticated waist, and a simple t-shirt, both made of the same,
pale blue material.  They reminded her of hospitals.  She started to pull
the shirt over her head.

   "Not over your other clothes, 271.  Instead of them."

   An attendant gathered the girls' undergarments as they discarded them.
Zoe was sure that she saw him slip one of the pairs of panties into a
side-pocket of his trousers.  He placed the rest of them in the corner, and
returned to standing by the door, arms folded across his chest.  It didn't
take long for them to get changed.  Zoe curled her toes, trying to keep as
much of her feet as possible from touching the cold floor tiles.  Other
parts of her were feeling rather chilly, too.  The clothes were quite
loose-fitting.

   "You know what to do with these." Helen gave each of them one of the
ball gags.  These ones had a curious feature - a metal loop that protruded
from the front of the ball.  Zoe brought the restraint up to her open mouth
reluctantly.

   "Ah, wait," said Helen.  "You'll be spending some time being quite
close, today.  Maybe you should start by helping each other out with
these."

   "You first, then," said Emma.  Zoe opened her mouth.  The rubber ball
pushed her tongue down as Emma placed it in.

   "Turn around."

   She did so, and felt the ball slip further back as Emma buckled the
strap behind her neck.  It pressed uncomfortably against the corners of her
lips, and she made a sound from her throat.

   "Ih uu ighh!" she protested.

   Helen dropped down from where she was perched on the work surface, and
came over to her.  She pressed against the gag with her fingers, running
her hand around the leather strap holding it in position.

   "Ghk."

   "Stop complaining, 271.  It's fine."

   Emma was holding her mouth open now, patiently waiting with her tongue
just resting against her lip.  She didn't say anything - her expression was
eloquent enough.  She was looking at Zoe with a dull expression that said
'let's just get it over with'.  She closed her lips around the ball of
rubber and then turned around, reaching behind her head to raise her long
hair up out of the way for Zoe to finish securing the strap.

   Helen produced a metal clip, about an inch long, with a hinged section.
Zoe groped around in her mind for the appropriate technical term for it,
and arrived at 'carabiner'.  Helen clicked it open, and threaded it through
the metal loop set into Zoe's gag.

   "As I said, you'll be quite close together this session.  Come here,
641. Closer.  Closer...  that's it."

   She threaded the clip through the ring set in Emma's gag, and then
clicked it shut.  The tips of the girls' noses were just touching.  Zoe
tilted her head sideways to give them both some more room, but she could
still feel Emma's breath on her face.  The situation was uncomfortably
intimate.  This close, Zoe got her first real look at the unusual colour of
Emma's irises, which were a pale grey.  Zoe had always thought albinos were
supposed to have pink eyes.  Maybe Emma was a borderline case, or
something.

   "Arms out, both of you."

   They interpreted the order in different ways.  Zoe held her arms out to
the side, while she felt Emma's forearms against her ribs as she held them
out straight forward.  There was a moment of confusion and tangled limbs.

   "No, no, 641 had it right.  Helen smiled.  The expression was unnerving.
"Now, hug each other."

   They embraced awkwardly.  Through the fabric of the loose-fitting
clothes, Zoe felt their breasts flatten against each other.  Their eyes met
for a brief moment before Emma hurriedly glanced away.  The faint hint of a
blush formed on her cheeks.  There was a smooth tearing sound as Helen
unravelled a length of sticky tape from one of the rolls, and Zoe felt her
forearms arms pressed together as Helen wound the tape around them.  She
had expected the harsh adhesion of duct tape, and yet this felt smooth and
plasticky against her skin.  Whatever material it was seemed to stick very
firmly to itself, however.

   Helen did the same to Emma's arms, and they ended up hugging each other
a little more closely as a result of the bindings.  Emma's body felt warm
and soft against her.  Helen instructed them to lower themselves on to the
floor, and the attendant stepped in to help hold the pair of girls steady
as they very carefully bent their legs and sank downwards.

   "On your sides, now."

   They lay facing each other, and Helen wrapped even more of the tape
around their ankles, binding their feet together.  Despite Zoe's efforts to
keep her lips sealed, she could feel wetness at the corner of her mouth
where the drool was starting to seep out.  Emma had given up trying to look
away, and had opted to lie with her eyes closed.

   She opened them very quickly when Helen stooped down behind her, and
started doing something with the waistband of her trousers.  She made as if
to look over her shoulder, but the tether between the girls' mouths
precluded too much movement.  Even with her eyes straining to one side, she
couldn't make out what was going on behind her.  Zoe, however, had a full
view over Emma's shoulder as Helen uncoiled a length of transparent
silicone tubing in her latex-gloved hands.  She stood up holding a clear
plastic bag, which contained a couple of litres of water.  She hung it from
the ceiling hook, with the tube trailing down below it.  She did something
that was hidden from Zoe's sight behind Emma's thighs, and then Emma
cringed and made protesting "mmph" sounds.  Zoe could feel her wriggling
her legs.

   Helen stood, peeled off her latex gloves to replace them with another
pair, and then walked around out of sight behind Zoe.  There was a sloshing
sound.  Emma, who now had a view of the other part of the procedure, began
to protest even more energetically.  She was joined by Zoe as she felt
something cold and slimy being pushed into her ass hole.  Whatever it was
bulged out slightly, worsening the discomfort as it sat wedged in her anus.
Helen's face appeared above them.

   "I'm sure you've got a good idea of what's going on by now," she said.
"Although you'll have noticed that I haven't actually started administering
the enemas just yet.  It's cool phosphate-buffered saline, in case you were
wondering.  Good for getting your insides nice and clean.  You might want
to think about what it would feel like."

   Zoe had never suffered such a treatment herself.  While she had,
therefore, no first-hand experience, the best part of a gallon of water up
her ass didn't exactly sound appealing.  Helen went over to her computer,
returning with a pair of devices with ridged finger grips, shaped like
computer joysticks.  There was a single red button on each, and they were
connected to her tablet computer with trailing wires.  She placed one of
the switches in each of the girls' hands, closing their fingers around
them.

   "Ever heard of 'the prisoner's dilemma?'" she asked.

   The term sounded vaguely familiar to Zoe, although she couldn't remember
where from.  Emma rolled her eyes, and let out a groan.

   "Ah, I see 641 probably has.  I'll explain, then.  It's very simple."

   "Both of you have those enema tubes to consider.  The interesting thing,
is that you don't necessarily both have to receive them.  That's only one
of the possible outcomes of the game." She turned her computer screen
around so they could see it.  The display was showing a pair of zeroes,
with each girl's assigned number written below it.

   "Press the switches," she said.  Zoe did so, and her zero changed to a
one.  The other changed a moment later.  Helen did something with her
stylus, and the numbers reset themselves.

   "So, the rules," she said.  "Each of you has the opportunity to decide
whether or not you want to press the switch.  If neither of you press it,
then it's enemas for both of you - but you'll only get one litre or so. 
Still unpleasant, but not all that terrible.  However," she said,
apparently unable to hold a straight face, and grinning evilly, "if only
one of you presses it, then that person doesn't have to take an enema at
all.  Instead, the other person gets both of them.  Finally, should you
both decide to betray each other and press your switch, then I'm afraid
it's the whole enema for each of you."

   She crouched down next to them.  "Understand?" she asked.

   Emma rolled her eyes up to look at her, and scowled.  There was a
clatter as she dropped her device behind her, flicking it away across the
floor.

   "Don't want to co-operate, 641?  You might want to reconsider.  After
all," she said, picking the device up and returning it to Emma's hand, "if
your opponent here knows you're definitely refusing to participate, I'd say
it makes her choice rather easy, wouldn't you?" She got a smaller roll of
electrical insulation tape, and fussed around behind Emma's back.  Zoe
presumed she was taping the device in to her hand.  "It's a fun game, isn't
it?" she enthused.

   "I'll just leave the screen here," she said, propping it against a leg
of the work bench where both of them could see it.  "There'll be a two
minute countdown once we start.  After that, I need to tell it manually to
reveal which of you pressed your switches.  Think carefully about the
outcomes!" she added.

   She tapped her stylus against the screen.  The numbers '2:00' appeared
in a large typeface, and ticked down to '1:59'.  Zoe looked at Emma.  The
other girl looked back at her, and together they shared completely
incomprehensible mumbling noises as they tried to speak.  It was difficult
to read any expression on Emma's face with her mouth parted around the
large ball gag.  Her eyes seemed to keep flickering up to regard the
water-filled bag hanging over Zoe's head.

   Maybe an enema wasn't so bad, thought Zoe.  It was a fairly standard
medical thing, so maybe it didn't hurt.  It must hurt a bit, though.  The
thought of all that water being forced up inside her made her guts feel
cold.  What would Helen do with them after she'd administered it?  Surely
she wouldn't just leave them to soil themselves.  That would be too far,
even for her.  But then again, Laura had already been the victim of a
similar fate involving Claire peeing on her.  Come to think of it, why had
Helen made them change into these clothes?  They didn't exactly feel like
they were made of high-grade material - almost like they were meant to be
disposable...

   Oh god, she thought, I really don't want this to happen to me.  It's
going to be horrible.

   Could she push the switch?  What would Emma think of her afterwards? 
What would the other girls think when she told them?  Opposite her, Emma
had her eyes closed again.  Could she trust her to take her share of the
punishment?  Why wasn't she looking at her?  Was she trying to hide
something in her expression?  Was her initial refusal to take part her
final decision, or had she been swayed by what Helen had said?  Maybe it
had now made her more likely to betray Zoe.  What if she thought that Zoe
was now less likely to betray her, and had decided to take advantage of the
fact?

   She glanced over to the screen.  '0:58'.  Did she really owe Emma
anything?  Emma had been the one to try and volunteer her for the session
with the attendants a few days back, although she herself had ended up
being the victim of it in the end.  Did she feel any remorse about that? 
Maybe she would take this punishment for Zoe, to make them even.  Did that
make sense, though?  Maybe she felt resentful, rather than guilty.  She was
looking at Zoe again now.  Was that a pleading expression?  What if she was
trying to mislead her?  She had been all too keen to volunteer Zoe for one
torture, why not this one as well?  If Zoe was going down, she should make
damn sure that Emma suffered the same fate.

   But what if she tried to see it from Emma's perspective?  She looked at
the screen.  '0:19'.  Emma had been given a pretty harsh caning the
previous day.  She might be eager to avoid another serious torment so soon
after that - what if she was expecting Zoe to guess that and share in a
milder punishment?  But, if she was expecting that from Zoe, then surely
then she could press the switch and get away with nothing at all!  The
counter reached two seconds, and Zoe actually found herself crying out from
the frustration of it all as a hundred thoughts churned in her mind at
once. She glowered at Emma, and saw nothing in the expression she returned
to her.

   The numbers blinked, and then froze.  A triplet of zeroes.  Zoe brought
herself under control, and stopped moaning.  Emma glanced to the side, and
shut her eyes again.  Helen clapped her hands together, and knelt down
beside the computer.  She tapped at the screen, and the timer was replaced
with a pair of numbers.

   "Oh my," she said.  "I can imagine how much fun you're going to have
talking this over afterwards."

   A pair of ones glowed on the screen accusingly.  Zoe was feeling
slightly angry at Emma for her betrayal, but it was tempered with a sense
of resigned defeat.  She had, after all, done exactly the same thing, in
the last second before the counter reached zero.  She somehow felt that she
deserved what she was about to get.  So did Emma.  They had, in a way,
become each other's victims.

   "Well then, let's get started," said Helen.  She instructed the
attendant to fetch a stool, and he returned a few moments later carrying
the piece of furniture.  Helen set it down on the floor around where the
girls' feet were, and lifted up one of each of their legs to rest upon the
seat.  She taped their feet in place, holding their legs spread open.  Zoe
felt the end of the tube shift a little further up her ass hole, slick with
lubricant.  Her sphincter was tensing against the intrusion, but it only
seemed to pull the thing further up inside her.  Helen was standing over
her now, with her hands around the tap on the plastic bag's underside.

   "Ready?" she said.  "It should take about ten minutes to go in."

   She twisted the tap open.  The tube had already been filled with water
to exclude any air bubbles, and Zoe immediately felt the liquid creeping up
inside her, pushed by seven feet of vertical pressure from where the bag
hung from the ceiling.  Her eyes were wide as she gasped.  The water was
cold; she could feel the chill spreading through her.  Opposite her, Emma
winced and started groaning as Helen opened the tap on the second enema
bag. The girls moaned in unison.

   The water's flow was agonising - slow, but completely relentless.  Zoe
was starting to feel full up already.  Something deep inside her ached as
the water expanded and flowed up within her.  The cold feeling was creeping
upwards, towards her stomach.  A twinge of cramp shot through her abdomen
as her innards protested against the intrusion, and she felt the skin of
Helen's palm against her tummy as the girl crouched behind her and slid her
hand beneath her shirt.

   "Are you filled up yet?" she cooed.  She rubbed her hand in a circle
over Zoe's belly, which was feeling strangely distended.  "There's still
quite a lot more to go, 271.  I'm sure you can manage to take it all.  In
fact, you've got no choice," she said.  She grasped the end of the enema
tube, and squeezed it a little further inside Zoe, who grunted from the
extra pressure it exerted on her tender ass hole.  "It's all going inside
you," said Helen, resting her head on Zoe's so that they were
cheek-to-cheek, and continuing to rub her swollen belly.  "And you, 641. 
Open your eyes.  Look at me."

   Opposite Zoe, Emma opened her eyes groggily.  Sweat was beading on her
forehead.  She wore a constant grimace as the water level in the plastic
bag crept steadily downwards.  "You said it yourself, yesterday.  I own
your bodies now," she said.  "All of you.  And I can do to you whatever I
please."

   She stood up, and held a finger against the side of one of the bags,
checking the water level.  "Almost half-way," she said.  She placed her
hands around the bag connected to Emma, and squeezed it.  She groaned
louder.  She was biting down hard into her gag.  Zoe's thighs started to
cramp up - a whole set of muscles around her ass seemed to be quivering,
and her guts felt like they were going to burst.  Helen leaned down to prod
at Zoe's belly.  Her skin was taut.  It was hard for Zoe to decide what was
worse - the cool water making steady progress deeper into her body, or the
fact that Helen had knelt behind her and was rubbing her stomach again,
giggling to herself disconcertingly.  The bloat had become even worse, her
insides hadn't felt this bad since a nasty stomach flu she had caught the
previous year.  Her abdomen tensed of its own accord, and then the cramps
started.

   She screwed her eyes closed and felt the ball gag squash between her
teeth as she clenched her jaws.  Emma was making pained noises, and Zoe
opened one eye to see that the girl's expression matched her own.  Her
shirt was pulled up from where Helen had poked at her skin, and it looked
as if her stomach was visibly bulging outwards.  Zoe looked up.  The last
dregs of water sloshed down the tube from the plastic bag.  She had felt
the assault on her own ass hole steadily waning, and it had now seemed to
reach a steady state of horrid cramps and twinges.  She could sense the
bloated feeling almost in the back of her throat, as if the liquid had come
all the way through her body.  There was movement down between her legs,
and she heard Helen's voice.

   "Get ready to clench," she said.  "You're going to need to hold it."

   There was a sucking sensation as Zoe felt the tube pulled from her anus.
She briefly considered voiding herself there and then, just to spite Helen,
but there was some fundamental instinct preventing her from doing so.  The
thought of it happening in front of three other people was too shameful to
consider.  Her buttocks quivered as Helen withdrew the tube completely. 
Her anus strained.  She felt a tiny trickle of water against her thigh, but
her sphincter held fast.  She took sighing breaths as all her attention
focussed on holding it in.

   There were peeling noises as Helen undid the tape from around the girls'
ankles.  Zoe lowered her leg to the floor with painstaking care.  Another
wave of cramps washed over her stomach and she doubled up, tucking her
thighs against her tummy.  Emma mewled in protest as Zoe's knees pressed
against her abdomen.

   "I wouldn't be quite so mean as to just leave you like this until the
inevitable happens," said Helen.  "So here's the plan.  First, sit up."

   The attendant came over again to help sit the girls back upright. 
Neither could have their legs completely together; held face-to-face, they
had to sit with their thighs around each other's waists.  It didn't help.
Zoe's butt was becoming numb from the effort of straining to hold all the
water inside her.  The pale material of the girls' t-shirts was showing
dark stains beneath their armpits, and below their necks.  Emma burped. 
Perhaps it was her body's way of trying to relieve the pressure.

   "There's a toilet in the room opposite this one," said Helen.  "Where
you'll be able to deal with the consequences of this in a controlled
manner. You may use it in twenty minutes."

   "Mmmn!"

   "You'll just have to hold it, 271.  It's a good exercise in
self-discipline."

   Her eyes met with Emma's.  Sitting so close, with their arms and legs
entwined, would make it many times worse if one of them couldn't hold it.
Zoe shifted one leg fractionally to try and lessen the discomfort, and
froze as she felt another tiny trickle.  She focussed all her willpower on
that aching muscle.  Helen was fishing around in the plastic storage bin
again, talking to them from across the room.

   "Of course, there are probably ways to distract yourself from what
you're feeling.  Like, I don't know, counting the tiles on the walls or
something.  Which is why I brought these." From the box, she produced a
pair of sleep masks, and a couple of mp3 players.  "No distractions," she
said.  "Just that lovely full feeling inside you.  You'd be amazed at just
how long twenty minutes can be made to feel like."

   She gently pushed the earphones into Emma's ears, and thumbed a switch
on the player.  Zoe just managed to catch the words on the screen where it
would normally display the song title - apparently this track was called
'White noise (2h)'.  Helen pulled the blindfold down over Emma's eyes, and
the she slipped the earphones of the second device into Zoe's ears.  There
was a beep as she pressed the 'play' button, and the loud hiss of an
untuned television surged into Zoe's head, muting the rest of the world
entirely.  She saw Helen's lips move as she said something, and then the
blindfold covered her eyes, depriving her of that sense as well.  The
padded material was soft against her face.

   Helen had been right.  The turgid feel of all that water sitting inside
her was hugely intensified.  She had nothing else to think about, no other
experiences apart from the wet feeling of her sweaty skin against Emma's,
and her aching innards.  Even just trying to think of something to distract
herself was harder with the barrage of constant, meaningless sound.  Her
chest squashed against Emma's as the girl pulled her closer.

   Zoe was appalled at how fast she lost her perception of time.  The
urgency of her protesting bowels was dragging out each minute.  She
couldn't even hear her heartbeats to count them.  There was only darkness,
and Emma's body against hers, and the gag in her mouth, wet with saliva. 
The constant hiss of the white noise that had now, for some reason,
suddenly changed to another electronic beep.  She hadn't expected that. 
The tone died away, leaving her ears ringing in the sound's absence.  A low
battery?  Maybe Helen had forgotten to set the track to 'repeat'?

   Zoe decided to save her speculation for later.  She could hear voices.

   "...n't matter.  They can't hear anything over the white noise." Helen's
voice, coming from somewhere to her left.

   "You gave them that much?  Has either of them taken an enema before?"
Another voice, female and unfamiliar.  Zoe had no clue about where to place
the accent.

   "Not that I know of.  Nothing to suggest it on their medical records. 
Somehow I don't think these girls would do this sort of thing
recreationally."

   "Still...  surely it's a bit harsh.  It's supposed to be a gradual
thing."

   "That's what the problem is with your lot," said Helen.  "You're taking
too long.  Not keeping them in line."

   "How are yours going then, Stanford?"

   "They're not bad," she said.  "This one is the newest.  You heard about
that, I suppose."

   Zoe felt a toe prodding her in the back.

   "Ah yes, the chemist...  Zoe, was it?"

   "Mm." said Helen, "It's a shame, she was about to start on a new class
of compounds for us."

   "You didn't consider bringing her fully on-board?"

   "Nah.  We can get another chemist.  A pharm graduate, or something. 
And, well," Zoe felt a hand stroking against her hair, "I guess I was
looking for an excuse."

   "You want to be careful, Stanford.  Sometimes I think you're enjoying
yourself a bit too much."

   "Nothing wrong with liking your job," she said.  "I get results, don't
I? Remember how pleased they were with 662?"

   "Just as long as you handled this one's induction properly.  I assume
you've got a plan for the long-term?"

   "Working on it."

   "Did she get reported as missing yet?"

   "Ah, not just yet," said Helen.  "She left her e-mail logged in on her
lab computer.  As far as anyone else knows, she's off on holiday, courtesy
of a wonderfully convenient last-minute flight offer."

   "You know that's not the way we do things."

   "It'll be fine.  I reckon it'll work better than the usual protocol."

   The other voice sighed.  "If you say so.  How much longer are you going
to be here?  I was going to head up, get a coffee.  Chat with a couple of
prospective clients."

   "Sounds good," said Helen.  "These girls will be fine here.  They never
manage to hold it in the first time, anyway."

   "You there.  I want you to stick around.  Call sanitation when you need
to, but tell them they don't need to hurry.  I'll be back in a bit."

   Zoe heard the door open and close.  She could just make out Helen start
to speak again, and then both the voices laughed.  They faded away until
the only sound left was Emma's breathing - deep, controlled breaths as the
girl struggled to keep her body under control.  Zoe's stomach made a
growling noise.  The initial chill of the water had gone now, warmed by
Zoe's body.  It seemed to make the ache doubly worse - there was nothing to
numb her insides any more.  There was another rumble from her bowels.

   The decision to let go was not a conscious one - her muscles made it for
her.  Zoe let out a long cry that faded into helpless sobs as her body
relaxed.  A moment later, she heard Emma's appalled reaction to her defeat.


   Judging from what Zoe felt over the coming seconds, Emma had decided
that the damage was done, and didn't feel obliged to suffer any longer
either.