The Best Laid Plans

                       The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 20

       It was decided to have two teams handling the newly admitted patients. The teenagers were assigned to a group headed by Dr. Olivia Graves, while Dr. Michael Ellis would manage the team responsible for the women.  It was thought that selecting a doctor closer to the ages of the teens would provide a more comfortable setting for the youthful patients. Nothing could be further from the truth as it turned out. On the other hand Dr. Ellis was quite experienced in dealing with mature female patients, and had been with the hospital for nearly a decade. Unfortunately many of his patients left the hospital in much better physical condition, but for some unknown reason were troubled with mental problems over the years that followed. This was no coincidence, but no psychiatrist ever made the connection between the patient's neuroses and events that took place while they were hospitalized.

       Dr. Graves had joined the staff two years ago and was considered competent but lacking the kind of forceful personality attached to those physicians who rose to the top of their profession. Until this assignment, she had never been given full responsibility for any patient. The doctor was not unattractive, but did her best to hide any physical attributes that she possessed behind extremely conservative clothing, lack of makeup and hair styling more appropriate to one thirty years her senior. She was shy, almost reticent in her dealings with the other staff members, including the nurses and orderlies.

       Olivia never discussed her childhood or teenage years to anyone until Otto Bauer, a male nurse who worked at the hospital, beat the truth out of her one evening when she had disappointed him in bed. What she revealed left her totally vulnerable to this sadistic male who enjoyed nothing better than humiliating this high and might physician. In truth he had penetrated the facade she used to keep people at a distance, and turned it to his advantage. More about their tortured relationship will be discussed in great detail sooner than later. In college she had a number of failed relationships. Even in those days she seemed to gravitate to dominant males, a trait caused by her hidden past. Naturally they took full advantage of this shy, retiring, girl-woman who seemed to yearn for a forceful partner to lead her to happiness or at least something better than what she had. It was an older student, a math major of all things, who swept her off her feet and then introduced her to his world of dominance and submission.

       Early in their relationship, playful slapping was the rule. Olivia tolerated this display of what she thought was his way of showing affection when they were together in private. Soon it was replaced by more physical displays now focused on spankings. At first she thought nothing of it since he never required her to remove any of her clothing, and after the brief spanking it was always followed by some wonderful sex. From there it went to her removing her panties for her spankings, which became longer and more painful. Then she had to be nude and count the powerful swats her ass received. Now her bottom bore what seemed like permanent marks from the spankings she routinely received.

       In concert with the change in her disciplining, the sex became violent. Her tits were covered with teeth marks and bruises from their bouts of hot sex after her nude spankings. Anal intercourse was the norm not the exception. He claimed he enjoyed feeling her heated, well spanked ass cheeks against his groin as he plugged her asshole hard and fast as she grunted and pleaded for him to slow down so she could enjoy what he was doing. She no longer looked forward to weekends. They had gone from innocent spankings followed by passionate lovemaking to violent beatings and near rapes. The constant pounding she took wore down her resistance and she soon became only his sex slave and pain toy. Those days he appeared more interested in how much pain he could deal out to his partner rather then enjoying Olivia's body. He was the one who introduced her to fisting, not for her pleasure, but his! 

       Soon she was barely able to attend classes once the school week began because of the punishment he meted out to her over the weekend. Being seated was agony and a simple motion such as raising her hand sent bolts of pain through her body. Her performance in class dropped off significantly, but he was uncaring, demanding more and more of her time for his needs. What finally fractured the relationship was when he brought others into their weekend sessions. Now she was reduced to his slave and treated accordingly by all those to whom he extended an invitation. Olivia was unable to stand up to the constant pain and raping she endured on the weekends and sought help from school officials to end this unhealthy relationship. He merely shrugged off the investigation and ended any contact with her for the rest of the time he attended the college. Unable to vend for herself she was easy prey for a middle-aged lesbian professor who befriended Olivia and used her for her own needs, which were considerable. Even in this relationship she played an extremely subservient role that ultimately led to her being mentally and physically abused by her dominant female lover and her circle of lesbian associates.

       Medical school was more of the same, this time it was one of the doctors who took her under his wing and turned Olivia into his personal sex slave. He was three dimensional, dominant, distant and demanding. He was married to a stockbroker who made more money than he did. The only reason he stayed married was he had developed tastes that only their combined incomes could support. His wife didn't mind his dalliances, since that allowed her more time to devote to making money for the sheer pleasure it delivered to her psyche.

       Olivia became his on-demand sex slave in exchange for assistance in guiding her progress through medical school. It was an ideal "quid pro quo" as far as he was concerned. It was just another failed relationship in her book. When she became pregnant, he blamed her for the entire situation and using his connections brought the pregnancy to a speedy conclusion with no one the wiser. This utterly devastated her, but somehow she managed to survive medical school and a stressing internship to finally become a member of the medical profession.

       Landing a position at this private hospital was a dream come true for her. The dream turned into a nightmare once she met and was overwhelmed by Otto Bauer, the head nurse. He was fifteen years her senior, well connected within the hospital for his extreme competence and attention to detail that was critical for an institution such as this place, and not only a dominant male, but one who also qualified as a sadist. Dr. Olivia Graves was a perfect foil for him, attractive in a rather staid way, insecure, submissive and yearning for someone to tell her how to run her life. Otto Bauer qualified in spades.

       A week after their formal introduction, Otto took her out for a drink after work. Two hours later he was raping her at his place, a small guesthouse located well apart from the large home that was rarely occupied by its globetrotting owners. The following weekend he got around to repeating his assault, this time taking her anally. Although Olivia knew at the intellectual level that he was just another dominant male only interested in degrading and using her for his own twisted interests, emotionally she was already on the road to becoming his slave. Olivia lost count of how many times he used his long hard cock to skewer her insides, often alternating between her mouth and one of her downstairs entrances. However she remembered vividly each orgasm he produced in her over the next day and a half that he kept her a virtual prisoner. When he finally allowed her to leave, she was his, mind and body, to do with as he pleased.

       Two weeks later they moved into a small house in an isolated area a few miles from the hospital. Rarely was she allowed to leave it except to go to work at the nearby hospital, where he could keep tabs on her through his network of loyal coworkers. Their place became a meeting place for the offbeat individuals that made up Otto's circle of friends. Olivia soon became a part of the entertainment provided by her new master. He was careful however not to push her beyond the limit he had established privately for her.

       Of even greater importance she was now a conduit that kept him informed about arriving patients and their issues. So it was with the admission of the Welby and Barnes teens and their mothers. Armed with advanced knowledge, he was able to arrange his schedule so he could have a degree of access to the teens especially at off hours. He made arrangements with a female nurse and her slacker boyfriend to keep an eye on his in-home slave, Olivia. They were delighted with the opportunity to have some fun with the good doctor when Otto was away.

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       Margaret realized that Jon, despite his best efforts to remain calm, was becoming agitated as his role in her humiliating ordeal became more prominent. Wisely she broke the mood by deciding it was time for some tea before she continued her story. Her body language indicated that Helene Corday was more interested in learning more about her new slave than her former mistress, Margaret Baugh's, ordeal at the hands of this monster and his two children. However she deferred out of respect for the woman who had brought her to the position she now occupied. An hour or so later the story resumed and brought Jon close to tears.

       "Day five began in much the same way as its predecessors. I was marched towards the bathroom, a place I began to dread. It was a symbol of my impotence as well as my humiliation. I was still in a haze from what had occurred yesterday, and unable to respond the way that he expected. I was consumed by thirst, it dominated my mind. Almost as if he could read my mind he decided to see just how far I had sunk. He pulled up the cover and seat from the toilet and stepped back, waving his hand to indicate that I was free to drink from the bowl. Despite my hands being tied tightly behind my back, I fell to my knees and scrambled like a crab until I was able to lean forward and begin drinking the water from the bowl."

       "In my haste I had not even considered the possibility that it might have been contaminated with urine or worse, a cruel joke on me. To my surprise the water was fresh and I plunged my head further down in an effort to almost inhale the life-saving liquid that my body so desperately required to continue its existence. Suddenly his heavy hand was against the back of my neck pushing my face below the water level. I choked and water went down my windpipe making my situation more precarious. I made some feeble efforts to raise my head, but he easily overcame them and continued to hold me below the water, forcing me to take on more and more water that now was a threat to my very existence."

       "I was on the verge of passing out when he released his grip and allowed me to escape from the watery prison he had created. I sputtered and gasped when I wasn't coughing up water from my lungs and stomach. He stood over me making this mirthless sound that passed for laughter. I was too busy trying to recover my composure to realize what he was doing. It wasn't until I could draw a deep breath without choking that I realized he was urinating into the bowl that my head had been occupying only a few short minutes ago. I waited while he finished and zipped up his fly, thankful that he hadn't decided to have me perform another oral sex act upon his member."

       "I was no match for him as he plunged my head back into the toilet bowl and held me under as I struggled weakly against his superior strength. It was only a matter of seconds before I had used up the air in my lungs, not being prepared for this sudden attack. I began to take on this foul liquid, allowing it to go down my throat and some even enter my lungs. It did not take long for me to lose consciousness. I was roused by repeatedly slaps to the face, gradually coughing up all that contaminated water. Then down into the bowl I went once again, and this time it took much less time for the blackness to envelop me."

       "When I regained my senses, the pain that occurred every time I took a breath was excruciating, evidence that I had been under that sea of filth for quite some time. It was very difficult to gather myself; my head ached, my eyes were not focusing properly and the region from my nostrils to lungs seemed to be on fire. Then I heard his voice, as from a distance, and struggled to make out what he was saying. Gradually it sank in that he was ordering that I drink my fill of the contents of the toilet or he would continue the dunking until I obeyed him or died."

       "The thought of near drowning over and over was too much to bear and so I nodded and was rewarded with a hard blow to the side of my head and a few curses for being such a "stubborn bitch".  His flare up made me resolve to continue the battle at some later date, no matter what. At present he did not consider me to be totally submissive, at least not the way he defined the word. That gave me the courage to carry on my struggle to survive this monster and come away with my personality intact."

       "I willed myself to not think of the taste or exactly what I was drinking; I merely drank and drank until I couldn't hold any more of whatever it was I was drinking. My response seemed to anger him, and so I was punished. He had me bend over the tub, with my legs spread, which was made more difficult by my bulging stomach, now filled to its limit with the contents of the toilet bowl. I heard the hiss that his belt made as he pulled it through the loops on his trousers, and steeled myself for what was to follow."

       "He doubled the belt since there was little room for his arm to swing, and commenced beating the backs of my legs, occasionally hitting upwards to catch my private parts, which he did rather accurately. It only took half a dozen or so strokes before I reached my limit of pain and began at first grunting, then graduated to sobbing and finally I collapsed and pleaded for mercy. He showed me none; redoubling his efforts and making it feel as if he was stripping the skin from wherever that belt struck. I was nearing hysteria from the pain and the dunking, hopping from one foot to the other as he continued this terrible assault on my bare body. Finally he paused, and for a brief moment I thought my beating was over. That hope was destroyed by his next set of orders."

       "I was told to stand up, turn around and spread my legs once more. Now we were face to face and I could see the murderous look in his eyes. His face broke into that death's head grin of his and he stepped back a pace and prepared to renew the beating. For some reason I concentrated on enjoying the fact that he was annoyed over my unwillingness to completely give in to his attempt to totally debase me and destroy my will to resist, no matter what he wished me to do. Evidently there were still a few things that he wished to do to me before he was completely satisfied that I was his slave for as long as he wished me to be. This realization only strengthened my resolve not to surrender myself to this evil creature."

       "I watched as he drew his arm back to resume my whipping. My happiness at resisting him was reduced substantially at the prospect of having him whip my tender breasts, bulging belly and my secret place, all now within easy access. I shut my eyes and waited for the first blow to land. Nothing happened and I opened my eyes to see him rummaging in the clothes hamper. He found what he was looking for and showed me his prize, a pair of panties that must have belonged to his young daughter. "Open that mouth your royal highness so I can give you the only taste you'll ever have of my little darling daughter." It took a moment for it to sink in, but I complied, fearing his anger. He went to the medicine cabinet and came away with a roll of adhesive tape that he used to make sure that those damp panties would stay in my mouth while he continued the whipping."

                               (To be continued - lex ludite)