The Girl Who Hated Enemas

Lindsey is a cute, 30-something housewife who hates enemas. And it's not an act - she really hates enemas! So, how'd she end up in a Collector video? She knows that a lot of you like to watch girls who hate enemas get enemas and she'll endure an hour or two of what is, for her, pure torture, then laugh all the way to the bank. That's the long and short of it. She really does hate enemas. To quote her, "I'm only in it for the money".

But we're glad she is and, as long as she was going to submit herself to a thorough hosing and as long as she wasn't going to enjoy it anyway, The Collector figured he might as well take advantage of the situation and outfit Lindsey with some harsher-than-normal soapsuds, some large Silver Bullet nozzles and some LARGE-volume enemas. She hated every minute of it!

We started her out with a Davol Travelfold 2-quart amber latex syringe. Doesn't sound very exciting? We had her put in a full ounce of peppermint castile soap. Look at the soapsuds running down the side of that bag! Kinda burns your hiney just to think about it, doesn't it?

She made it a little less than halfway through the two-quart soapy bag before cramping set in so badly that she had to run for the potty. The reason for this is that Lindsey is one of the most-constipated girls we've ever met. At the end of this video, after six enemas, she was still putting out (excuse us) stinky chunks.

Well, we weren't about to allow something like a half-bag enema to get by on video. We sent her back to refill the bag, right to the top, and start all over again.

This time, she slowed the suds down and managed to empty the entire two-quart bag. She really was in distress as all the soapsuds cramped their way out on the potty.

Next, we gave her a Davol "Comfy" fountain syringe, built in 1948, with a "Silver Mini-Bullet" nozzle and told her to clean those soapsuds out of herself.

She got rid of a lot on the potty, went out to the bedroom, put on her Hotel Boulderado bathrobe and immediately had to rush back to the potty to eliminate some more. She almost didn't make it!

Next we gave Lindsey a Davol Paris Combination Syringe, which can hold two-and-a-half quarts. We even made her exchange the normal enema nozzle for a douche nozzle. Why? Because she hates douche nozzles. We're always willing to accomodate!

She did pretty well through the first half of the bag.

Then, she got down to the last third of the bag and the cramps set in. Even so, Lindsey managed to finish all but the last ounce in the bag and that was only because the backpressure was getting so bad, no more water could flow down the hose.

And as soon as she emptied the bag, boy did she ever have to run! She gave whole new meaning to the phrase, a'shittin' and a'gittin' "! Then it was more cramping, moaning and crying on the toilet.

We then gave Lindsey a Davol "Comfy" combination syringe, made in 1965, with a "Black Bullet" nozzle to further her studies in colon cleanliness.

For some reason, she didn't seem to enjoy it any more than the last enema.

She took her poor bloated belly to the potty, where she proceeded to gasp, grunt and groan through the expulsion of the water and other matter.

Next, we gave her a Rexall Victoria fountain syringe, circa 1960, and a "Silver Bullet" nozzle.

Funny, she didn't like this one much, either.

It was followed, again, by much cramping moaning and complaining. We were beginning to wonder if the girl would ever really be able to get totally cleaned-out.

For Lindsey's final flushing, we decided to give her a Davol Paris Fountain Syringe and a douche nozzle. It's a little-known fact that, while the Paris claimed to be a 2-½-quart bag, when it's filled to overflowing, it'll hold three quarts. And we made sure Lindsey filled it right up there!

This is just about where Lindsey decided she was in real trouble!

Lindsey struggled through the entire three quarts, not leaving a drop left in the big bag!

And as you can see, it was, indeed, a struggle. Man, that girl gets loud!

Talk about cramping, distension and sheer misery. Some people are simply that plugged-up. After six enemas right in a row, we figured Lindsey was cleaned-out. But just as she was about to get up from the potty, out came more than just water. Can you imagine anyone that constipated? No wonder she hates enemas! We intend to bribe Lindsey into coming back again, soon!

Time: 1 hour

Price: $60.00

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