A few days later, a further addition was attached to the butt plug. It was nothing more than a hose attached to a small, battery-driven pump that shot varying amounts of the contents of a rubber enema bag into Phil’s by now deeply plumbed rectum. The bag contents were a secret, but Phil soon discovered that if he thought his previous encounters with the ass reamer were horrific, the addition of the pump and enema were beyond conception. For this exercise, Phil was rearranged in a different chamber which was essentially the stereotyped padded cell. Strapped face down to a special table that was a bit like a hospital bed only without a soft mattress, Phil discovered that the top of the table could be adjusted so that a section in the middle rose up under his stomach, forcing him to kneel and
