Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
43. A Night of Hell
Karen tried...she really did, but her stomach rejected what she was
trying to force it to accept. Her choking coughs as she re-delivered
her meal filled her ears, and she bent to obediently attempt to
re-ingest the mess. Mary stopped her...the girl had tried..she had
failed but showed she was willing to continue trying until she
succeeded. It was enough. Mary pulled the girl around until she faced
the bucket and commanded her to wash her mouth out. The slave huddled
on the floor as she obeyed..shamed that she had once again failed her
Mistress. She did not know that even in her failure she had pleased
Mary...the attempt..was worth the failure. Karen washed her mouth of
the filth and remained silently weeping.
Mary was not angry with the girl...well she was over her balking at
the orders she had been given ..but she knew that what had been
ordered was not easy for anyone to face. She looked over at DJ and
then kicked the slave into motion sending her scrambling for the
stairs. Karen, unable to look at her Mistress' face could not know
whether she was still angry with her or not, but she herself was
heartbroken. She had barely accepted her collar and the brands, only
to fail in the first major undertaking her owners demanded of her.
Mary directed the girl into the playroom and set about settling her
for the night. Karen was forced once again into her cage, but Mary
intended that she would receive little sleep or comfort in it. Placing
karens head through the hole she secured it, turning she went and
brought back two large knobbed dildos coated with ginger oil and
forced them into the girl anally and vaginally. She ignored the moans
of pain and then set the end cap so that karen had barely a third of
the cage to kneel in. Karens own heels forced the dildos deep into her
flesh...Mary looked at the suffering girl and thought that the picture
was not complete. It was an evil gleam that entered her eyes as she
left the room, only to return shortly bearing a metal pronged roller
bar. Karens mouth was forced open and the bar shoved in then secured
with wire. The prongs stuck into her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
"There that should remind you cunt...that there is no opening on your
body that I do not own and use to amuse me." Karens head dropped...she
could not close her mouth and the oils in ass and cunt burned
deep...barely able to even wiggle she could only endure the tomentous
punishment. Mary secured the top of the cage and followed by DJ left
the room turning out the light. Karen would spend the night facing her
pain and punishment alone.
"Hmmmmmmmmm wonder where Bear and jessann are? They wanted to stay
behind...I would have expected them to still be up" Mary and DJ
ascended the stairs and started towards the nursing room to check on
chucks condition. Both women stopped and began to laugh at what the
saw at the end of the hallway. jessann stood by her Masters door, at
least they thought it was jessann they could not be sure. What ever it
was dripped feathers o the floor. The girl was bent over, her mouth
around the doorknob to the room, every part of her body was coated
with feathers save for her head...behind her rotated a fan blowing the
feathers coating her gaping cunt and ass..her legs secured open and
tied to the walls, her arms bound behind her. "Apparently Bear didn't
want a draft...or the cunt squawked too much..." Mary and DJ turned
toward the rooms door and opened it...to check on chuck.
Chuck lay secured to the waterbed, his skin clammy and pale. Mary
could see the seepage through his bandages and pursing her lips set to
work. She had been limited in what she could do at Genes farm, but now
with her medical equipment available could set about caring for the
injured slave. Moving efficiently she removed the bandages from his
cock, ignoring the moans of pain. Her experienced eyes examined the
swollen raw flesh. Startled she looked up and grabbing a penlight
examined the scleras of his eyes..."DJ...get me a basin of hot
water...and tell Tom to get my bag." DebiJean looked worried as she
raced from the room on the errand. Mary dragged over the IV pole and
pulled a bag of Dextrose and Ringer's Lactate from the small
refrigerator in the closet. Efficiently she started an IV line and
began to run fluids into the semi-conscious man. She would have to
work here...it would not help to move him again. Tom raced into the
room carrying Marys bag and she sent him back to her surgery for
sterile drapes, catheter and her surgical instruments. DJ returned
with the basin of hot water and Mary set about shaving a portion of
chucks thigh....carefully she marked out an area with a surgical
pencil and began to swab it down with betadine, scrubbing to remove as
much bacteria as she could.
Chuck was barely aware of the fuss going on about him...hos mind busy
re-playing the torture he had undergone for his Mistress. His groin
was in excruciating agony...and it was with relief that he began to
sink into drugged sleep as Mary injected an anesthetic into the IV.
Tom returned with the sterile surgical instruments and drapes and Mary
began to prepare the field. When every thing was ready she went into
the small bathroom and began to scrub up. Tom stood by with a double
set of her gloves. "DJ have Tony bring up the tank of Halothane and
Oxygen..." DJ picked up the phone and called down to Tony, her worried
eyes watching her slave. It did not take long for Tony to bring the
tanks, his naked form easily carrying what most would have to wheel
in. DJ took in the healthy half hard he sported and saw the blood
drying on it....she had thought she interrupted something...but had
not been sure.
Mary was ready to begin...Tom emptied a bag of saline solution into a
sterile basin and held it..as Mary began to cut a thin layer of skin
from chucks thigh...carefully following the lines of the pencil.
Flaying it free..she picked it up with a hemostat and laid it flat
carefully in the saline. Turning back to the graft site..she insured
that there were no bleeders before covering it with an antiseptic gel
and surgical sponges. She sealed the wound with derma-plast and then
turned to the slaves cock. Dj kept an eye on the Halothane
gauge..making sure that the mix with the oxygen stayed well within the
ranges that Mary had dictated to her. Mary removed the catheter and
flushed the urethra with saline before re-inserting a new tube. She
allowed the tube to hang and inserted it into a bag...she wanted to
keep track of his urine output and make sure that his kidneys did not
fail. Finally she was ready to tackle the large job...picking up a
clamp she lifted the raw cock and handed the ends of the clamp to Tom.
Stripping open several packs of sterile swabs..she began to clean the
sepsis from the cock..her eyes grew concerned as she realized that she
would have to scrape the damaged areas for the graft to take. Choosing
a scalpel she began to abrade the flesh...chucks body reacted to the
pain and she instructed DJ to turn up the Halothane a notch...slowly
he quieted again and she continued. Tom watched and felt his own cock
cringe in sympathy. Long slow minutes later she determined that it was
a good as it was going to get. Mary snapped bag after bag of saline
open and flushed the wound then carefully picking up the graft..fitted
it to the slave cock. It was a measure of her skill that she only
needed to trim a shade off the graft for it to fit perfectly. Using
hemostats to hold it in place she snapped off the first layer of
gloves and picked up a suture needle. Carefully she stitched the graft
into place. Mary had little thought that the graft would last..but it
would protect the raw meat beneath it, until new skin began to form.
If not..then it would take little work to complete the job and
castrate the slave. Her main concern was sepsis and systemic
infection. As she took the last stitches she instructed DJ to turn off
the halothane and continue the oxygen.
Mary stretched and cracked her neck then went back to the refrigerator
to choose several small bags from it. Ampicillin and Biaxin for
infection, Medrol for the reduction of swelling. Hanging the bags she
started a fresh bag of dextrose and watched to make sure that the
slave was coming out of unconsciousness as she cleaned up. Checking
his heart and lungs and pinching a fold of flesh..she was satisfied
with the responses.
"DJ much as I hate to say this...if you are going to harvest flesh
from this one for snacks...you are going to have to work on different
areas...take only the top layer of skin, like I did for the
graft...this time was nearly too much for him." Mary added an
analgesic to the bags...roaring pain would do the slave no good in his
healing. "Guess your right Mary, hate to pay an $1,000 for one good
meal...how long before he recovers.." "We should know whether we will
have to castrate him in a couple of days..if we can keep the
infections down he should be fine." DJ nodded...She looked down at the
slave slowly coming out from under...
Chucks eyes fluttered and he began to fight his way awake..only to be
held by the bonds on the bed. The first sight he focused on was his
Mistress...the pain in his cock throbbed and screamed at him despite
the drugs but he smiled....he was willing to give her everything..if
it meant she was happy.
Mary called rabidchia into the room and gave her instructions. The
girls eyes were wide with apprehension as she looked at her chain
mate. She would spend the night feeding him ice as he needed it...and
bathing his forehead. Mary showed her how to change the bags and which
ones to use...and left the girl to watch over the skinned slave as he
drifted back into sleep.
"I could use a drink ...how about you DJ, Tom?" The three left the
room to ready for bed...only chia heard chucks words as he drifted
into a dreamless sleep......
"I love you Mistressssssssssssssssssss"
