Free Beyond Charybdis by Bruce McLachlan Page B

a nurse standing before them. She was an Asian woman who looked to be somewhere in her mid or early thirties. She was wearing subtly applied make-up, and her jet-black hair was pulled back into a stern bun pierced by two spires of dark lacquered wood. She wore a plain white nurse’s uniform, the bleached white material protected by a latex apron. Her limbs were also encased in latex beneath the short sleeves and skirt, rising above the plunging cleavage of the dress, sheathing her entire body in tight and shiny rubber. The unnatural cocoon flowed into gloves and knee-high patent leather boots, the seam between the two fabrics almost imperceptible.
    Stepping forward on wicked heels, the nurse looked them over with a surgical intensity, apparently seeking signs of physical distress in the two human fillies.
    â€˜Up we get,’ the woman stated brusquely, her accent thick. ‘Now, let’s have a look at you both,’ she muttered to herself once both pony-girls had risen to attention before her. She looked them over closely, examining their welts.
    â€˜Humph, naughty ponies,’ she remarked, detecting the gynaecological signs that gave away their wild sensual exchange in the stall. ‘Okay, you’re both fine,’ she concluded. ‘Time for your morning cleansing.’ She stepped back and kicked some of the hay away from a hidden trapdoor. Grasping the latch, she lifted the small metal sheet and fished inside the interior.
    Mina craned her head forward to try and get a better look, wondering what the woman meant, for she had already been comprehensively cleaned the night before. She sincerely hoped the procedure would not be repeated twice a day.
    A funnel of moulded black plastic appeared in the nurse’s hand, the slightly oval object fitted with a thick articulated metal hose at its smallest end, while several straps hung from the padded and flared lip. Mina’s companion stepped forward, apparently well versed in the morning’s routine ablutions. Bending at the waist as far as her corset would permit she offered her hindquarters to the nurse.
    The woman promptly pressed the crotch-spanning funnel against the pony-girl’s bottom and belly, using her fingers to pull her buttocks apart even more, thereby ensuring that the padded rim was airtight against the girl’s anus. The attached straps were then wrapped around her upper thighs and her waist, fixing the funnel firmly to her so she could not dislodge it. The pony-girl then straightened up, scowling slightly as the hose was pushed forward and delved into her anus.
    â€˜Now it’s your turn,’ the nurse informed Mina, removing another funnel from the storage compartment hidden in the floor and stepping before her. Obediently mimicking the other pony-girl’s actions, Mina turned around and offered her bottom to the woman’s attentions. The funnel was pushed against her, the yielding rim clinging to her flesh and creating a hermetic seal as the straps were set in place to ensure the device’s integrity. There was a push to the hose, and her sphincter was breached, the cable feeding into her insides a short way before stopping. Squeezing her muscles to it, Mina found she could not shift the intruder, which left her completely helpless to the forthcoming douche.
    The nurse moved back to the pit and turned on two hidden faucets, making the hoses shudder and gurgle as water began flowing through them. She then straightened up and leaned idly against the wall, watching the two pony-girls as they shivered around the swelling force spreading through their innards. Mina grimaced even as the other girl smiled, taking pleasure in the feeling of being flushed out for the day, and taking the opportunity to urinate. Unsure whether she would have another chance, Mina dropped her barriers and allowed herself to be fully purged of all waste.
    The nurse turned away, apparently satisfied that her charges were secure and the