Story: Eva's Experiment -1   
      
      
       Eva watched her parents' car disappear as it turned the corner.  She   
   stepped away from the window and drew the blinds, blocking out the   
   sunlight. Her parents had just left on a weekend getaway to northern   
   Minnesota, leaving her home alone for the next two days.  It had taken some   
   pleading because her parents were understandably reluctant about leaving   
   their only child alone for a weekend.  It didn't help that the house was in   
   semi-rural suburb, isolated from the nearby neighbors' houses by thick   
   foliage and tall trees.   
      
       "Two whole days!" Eva thought to herself.  She had just turned thirteen   
   the previous week and managed to convince her parents that she was now old   
   enough to be home by herself.  And why not?  Eva believed herself to be   
   more mature and worldly than other kids her age.  She got good grades and   
   was well-liked by teachers and friends.  She had no interest in drugs or   
   alcohol.   
      
       She did have her own special vices, however.  Making sure the front door   
   was locked, Eva went upstairs to her parents' bedroom.  With practiced   
   ease, she rummaged through a small drawer in her mother's jewelry case   
   until she found the key.  Opening the closet on her dad's side, Eva pulled   
   out a large padlocked trunk.  On its front, a faded label read "Pandora's   
   Box", handwritten in a rather childish scrawl.  Dragging the heavy trunk   
   along the hardwood floor, she tugged it to the center of the room and   
   unlocked it.   
      
       She had done this dozen of times before.  Whenever she knew both parents   
   would work late or if they were running Saturday errands, Eva would make a   
   beeline for their bedroom.  Opening the trunk, she already knew what she   
   would find: dirty magazines, erotic books, adult DVDs...  The magazines,   
   books, and movies were neatly lined up on the left while on the other side   
   of the divider were the things Eva was interested in today.  Before her   
   were an array of vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and vibrating eggs.  The   
   thirteen year old knew all their names and uses from reading the books and   
   watching the videos.   
      
       Eva picked up a dildo and studied it, turning it in her hand.  She   
   remembered her confusion when she first saw one, three years ago.  She was   
   ten years old and had been snooping through her parents bedroom.  Her dad   
   was away on a business trip and she could hear her mom mowing the lawn   
   outside.  She had her privacy.  Eva had known about the trunk for a long   
   time up to that point but it was always locked.  She had found the key,   
   which seemed out of place in her mother's jewelry box, weeks before but she   
   didn't have a chance to open the trunk until that day.   
      
       The ten year old Eva had been stunned by the strange things held in the   
   trunk.  Her fingers nervously shaking, the ten year old had quickly thumbed   
   through a few magazines, her eyes bugging out at the naked people and the   
   funny things they did to each other.  A cursory look at the books revealed   
   simply that they had no pictures.  She quickly skimmed a few DVD titles,   
   her curiosity overpoweringly demanding that she watch them.  Knowing she   
   had no time, Eva quickly moved on the remaining items in the trunk: the sex   
   toys.  Confused, she looked at the funny-shaped, plastic tubes and wondered   
   what they were for.   
      
       After that first time, she had opened the so-called Pandora's Box in her   
   parents' closet several times.  Thirteen year old Eva put down the dildo   
   and rummaged through the pile of sex toys.  She pulled from the trunk a   
   long, rectangular black box with several knobs and switches on it.  Her   
   parents had recently acquired this new device about a month or two ago.   
   They had thoughtfully left the instruction booklet in the box so Eva   
   already knew what it was for but she hadn't had the chance yet to try it   
   out.   
      
       According to the instructions, the device was called the Oscillator.   
   Eva had learned that one was supposed to plug a vibrator into the   
   Oscillator which would then control the intensity and vibrating patterns of   
   the toy, as well as turn it on and off at various intervals.  The device   
   had four ports and four separate control banks, meaning four different toys   
   could be used at once, each programmed to deliver a diverse array of   
   vibrations.  When she first learned what the Oscillator was capable of,   
   Eva's mind raced with possibilities.  When her parents decided to let her   
   stay home alone for a weekend, Eva knew it was the perfect time to   
   experiment.   
      
       Turning back to the trunk, Eva chose the toys she would use for today.   
   She knew exactly what she wanted.  The young girl set aside a thin   
   vibrator, a large vibrating butt plug, and a clit tickler.  In addition,   
   she took a small cloth bag that contained some additional items.  Casting   
   her eyes about the trunk, she wondered if she wanted anything else.  Her   
   gaze settled on a pair of nipple tassels.  She had tried them on several   
   times before just for fun, although her breasts were nowhere near developed   
   enough.  Even so, why not wear them today too?  She them aside as well.   
   Eva was about to close the trunk and put it away when she realized there   
   was no reason to do so.  Her parents were gone and she had the whole house   
   to herself.  Why bother?  Eva gathered up the toys and headed downstairs.   
      
       The thirteen year old went to the three season porch that overlooked the   
   back yard.  The porch was screened in and enclosed on all sides by the   
   thick growing trees that surrounded the house.  In the autumn, the   
   neighbors' houses were partially visible through the bare trees but in the   
   summer the green leaves and foliage shielded the house completely, giving   
   her much privacy.  Setting down the toys in a chair on the porch, Eva   
   headed for the bathroom.   
      
       From a cabinet, she produced a hot water bottle and a tube.  Rifling   
   through a drawer she found the plug and attachments that transformed the   
   hot water bottle into an enema device.  Underneath the sink, Eva grabbed   
   the jar of salt and measured a tablespoon into the hot water bottle.  She   
   then went to the tub and turned on the water, letting it run for a moment   
   to get hot.   
      
       Eva had been given her first enema several years ago when she was six or   
   seven.  Even then she remembered the awe and curiosity she felt when her   
   mom hooked up the hot water bottle and let the water flow into her butt.   
   She recalled the strange sensations as the water filled up inside her and   
   then the sense of pleasure when she relieved herself on the toilet.  Since   
   then, Eva had asked her mom for enemas so frequently that her mom   
   eventually taught her how to do it herself and even bought her a hot water   
   bottle of her own.   
      
       Testing the hot water with her wrist, Eva decided it was the right   
   temperature.  She filled up the hot water bottle until it was about   
      
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