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The
Best Laid Plans - Chapter 21
As head of the
team tasked with the recovery of the two teenage females, Dr. Graves designed a
treatment plan covering their first week at the hospital. According to the
paper work, both patients had multiple injuries that required treatment before
they were able to undergo electroshock and other more stressing procedures such
as surgery. Because of the type of injuries that were to be treated and the
need for the patients to be immobilized, she decided that they should be kept
naked at all times, and securely restrained with padded cuffs to prevent any unwanted or involuntary
movements.
The teens
would be fed intravenously, catheterized, take enemas every other day, and be
heavily sedated as well. To prevent the development of rashes and bed sores
their bedding would be changed every eight hours and they would receive special
sponge baths during each change of bedding. Their vital functions were to be
monitored around the clock with the data to be stored for further analysis by
Dr. Graves and her team.
It didn't take
much persuading on the part of Otto to make Olivia provide this information.
Initially she was so wrapped up in her work that she delayed responding to his
request. However being stripped to the skin and made to spend two hours
kneeling on a pair of roughened broom handles, hands and feet tightly bound and
her panties stuffed in her mouth and kept in place by some duct tape, showed
the good doctor the error of her ways. To make sure that this would not occur
in the future, Otto reinforced her memory of this event by making Olivia ingest
the contents of his full bladder, before allowing her to provide him with the
information he desired.
He passed the
word that he was interested in supporting the effort to help the teenagers to
regain their health after the traumas they had endured. Those in charge knew
that he had an ulterior motive, but that was old news. The way they saw it, his
control over the attending physician, Dr. Graves, plus his ability to
understand and adhere to the limits the patients could endure at this phase in
their recovery meant that he could do no more harm to the teens than what they
had already sustained. In addition, they looked upon this new assignment as a
type of fringe benefit in appreciation of all the valuable things he did for
the hospital. What they held back from him was the fact that the paper work and
the actual injuries suffered by the teens greatly differed.
Just before he
left to begin his first shift on Dr. Graves' team, he had a heart to heart talk
with her on the dos and don'ts she should remember while he was not around. She
was made to strip and bend over at the waist with her hands clasped behind her
neck. First he had her suck his dick until it was rock hard. Then he sodomized
her without the benefit of lubricant, bringing some gasps from her as well as
tears that streamed down her cheeks as he brutally assaulted her tender
asshole.
This was
followed by a sound spanking that turned her jiggling cheeks into twin lumps of
crimson-colored flesh dotted with small dark blisters caused by the ruptured
blood vessels beneath her swollen skin. To Olivia it felt as if her cheeks were
on the verge of bursting apart if he struck her even one more time. Finally he
warned her that failure to obey the people he had assigned to protect her would
result in very serious consequences. The physician didn't have the courage to
ask what they might be, for she already knew that his imagination was well beyond
anything she could devise.
When the nurse
and her boyfriend arrived, they were greeted by a stark naked Dr. Olivia
Graves, standing with her legs spread apart and her hands clasped behind her
neck. Otto had used a marking pen to write the words "WELCOME" on the
region just above her shaved cunt, and "SLAVE" across her chest, just
above her fat tits which next to her cunt were her best feature. As he exited
the house he glanced back to see his slave squatting, eating the hairy pussy that
the nurse had presented for her attention, while her boyfriend was giving her a
taste of his belt across her lower back and on occasion putting a few new marks
on the top portion of her broad butt.
They laughed
when he shouted to them, "Make sure you have her in bed no later than two.
She needs her rest so she can do great things for the new patients she is
treating, as well as her master, when she gets home."
Otto checked
in a few minutes early to talk to the nurses going off shift.The two teenagers
had been admitted late in the afternoon along with their records. All hell had
broken loose as soon as the injuries sustained by the two girls were seen by
the admitting team. They were much greater than the preliminary paper work
indicated. One of them, they weren't really sure which, had a prolapsed rectum
and one breast had become detached from the pectoral muscle normally joining it
to the chest wall. Hardly a square inch on her body was not covered with deep
gashes, bruises, burns, blisters and welts. She had two deep gashes running
diagonally across her face that at one time must have been quite beautiful.
She was now in
intensive care and it was touch and go if she would survive the night according
to the doctors attending her. One of them joked that the girl looked as if she
had been put through a wood chipper running at a very low speed. Otto was
stunned, then infuriated that Olivia hadn't clued him in on these facts.He felt
a murderous rage building in his body focused on his sex-slave, who had not
told him word one about this situation. He was going to flay her alive once he
returned to his place and got his hands on her.
Another nurse
let him know that the other patient was in her assigned room and under
sedation. Her injuries were severe, but not life-threatening. Otto decided to
check her out immediately to make sure that she was properly restrained and
monitored. He practically ran to the room and unlocked the door. According to
the chart her name was Brandi X, and she was on her back, padded cuffs holding
her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Despite a collection of bumps, bruises, cuts,
welts and burns covering most of her naked body, this dark-haired beauty had a
figure that was impressive, featuring a set of big breasts and long, tapering
legs.
What caught
Otto's trained eye was the large circular bruises that dotted Brandi's body,
especially in the region of her tits and even one on her cheek. The burns
decorating her body were obviously made by fire, the old fashioned way to get a
girl to scream bloody murder. He couldn't help whistling when he got a good
look at Brandi's pubic mound, especially her cunt lips. They had been burned
from top to bottom, probably with some kind of
heated rod based on the markings that had been left. The cosmetic
surgeons were going to have a field day rebuilding this one's twat from stem to
stern.
He had moved
to within inches of the girl's vulva and now could clearly see the imprint of
what looked like stitching in her flesh. Some of these stitchings overlapped
each other. His eye traveled up her body and picked up more of the same pattern
of lacing or whatever it was. Then it dawned on him, the marks had been made by
a baseball! She must have been used as a target by her captors based on the
pattern of hits he saw.
Otto wondered
if Olivia might like to be out in the fresh air some afternoon, naked and
hanging by her wrists from a tree branch while he and a few of his athletic
male friends took turns trying to bury a baseball into her more vulnerable
areas. Of course, unless she had a damned good excuse, she probably would still
be in intensive care, if she was lucky, that is. The bitch would pay for this
monumental fuck-up! Here he was stuck with a patient who was all screwed up
physically, meaning his opportunities for some free pussy and ass was seriously
reduced for quite some time.
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In another
part of the world, Margaret Baugh continued with her tale of slavery and
revelation to her audience of two, both hanging on every word, but for vastly
different reasons.
"It
wasn't until the first blow landed squarely on the top of my rounded stomach
that I realized the significance of the gag. The water in my belly reacted to
the attack by seeking a refuge somewhere else. The somewhere else required an
exit to attain this goal. Now the only way out was through my nostrils, and
that is what occurred after he landed what felt like a fusillade of hits from
his belt. The contaminated water shot from my nostrils and spewed out to where
he stood, splattering his trousers. He cursed at this unexpected result and
gave me a brutal cut to my pubic mound, raising a wicked welt that remained
with me for the rest of my stay. He regained his composure and waited patiently
until the water streaming from my nose ran its course."
"He
whipped me like some kind of a machine, moving up and down my body as I stood
before him holding my position as best I could, fearful of what might happen if
I made any serious attempt to avoid the belt. It ate into my sensitive breast
flesh, moved down my flanks to eat away at my pubic mound before marching over
my trembling thighs, leaving a criss-cross pattern of livid welts on my pebbled
skin. He took a deep breath and began whipping my rounded belly as I shifted my
weight from side to side in a vain attempt to lessen the impact of his
blows."
"The belt
returned to my tender breasts and concentrated on them, moving from one to the
other and leaving welts that went from side to side and top to bottom, managing
always to make contact with my nipples which swelled to twice their size in a
matter of a few minutes. I was in agony, my will to resist ebbing quickly, but
with no place to hide from the swishing sound of that belt as it found its mark
over and over and over. I was on the verge of passing out when he finally
stopped this brutal punishment. My body felt as if it had been partially
flayed. I longed for the darkness that would allow me to escape this torment,
even for a brief respite. I also feared that he would resume my beating and
once more cause the water roiling in my stomach to attempt an escape through
the narrow passageway located in my skull."
"I gave
thanks when he returned the belt to his trousers. Then there was that evil grin
on his face once more and I died inside, wondering what new torment he had
planned for me. Then I watched as he unzipped, and knew what was expected of
me. I had already begun to kneel when he pointed his finger toward the floor.
He smiled at my servile response to his silent command. He had won this round
of our struggle, but there would be others, of that I was certain. What if I
did this act once or one hundred times? It was the act itself, not how many
times I performed it, that mattered."
"Evidently
it was not my naked body nor the beating he had adminstered that sexually
excited him. I took his limber length into my mouth and began applying pressure to it with my lips and tongue as he
grabbed my hair with both hands and used it like reins to control my every
movement. He could make me go from side to side or forward and back, depending
on what he required to gain his erection. If he thought I was not doing
something properly he would yank my hair until I thought it was going to come
out at the roots. I continued to do the
best I could to arouse him and slowly he responded to my efforts."
"Obtaining
an erection and sustaining it are two different issues as I quickly discovered.
It had seemed so easy when Bella was with us, looking on as I satisfied him
more than once on that first evening. Now it was as if we were having a contest
of the wills and I seemed to be at a disadvantage. I could do nothing but use
what I had learned in this place, and to hope for the best. That proved to be a
big mistake and one for which I paid dearly. Long minutes went by and we were
at loggerheads. He broke the deadlock by clapping the palms of his hands
against my ears, stunning me and causing a period of deafness that truly
frightened me."
"The next
thing I knew I was over his knee, locked tightly into the proper position for
the spanking he immediately began admistering to me. I was already in a great
deal of pain from the whipping he'd given me prior. Now as his heavy hand
flattened and bruised my bottom for the fifth straight day, I tried to put my
mind into another place and by doing so cut the connection between what was
happening to my poor posterior and myself. Instead all I could do was wonder if
his demonstrated expertise came about from years of practice on his daughter,
Winifred, or as I called her, Winnie. I had to admit that the child certainly
had a most spankable bottom based on what she revealed in that tiny bikini
bathing suit."
"From
there my mind took wing and wondered how my dear nephew was faring, having to
face Winnie and her daunting brother, Walter, while he was helpless to prevent
them from doing anything they wished to his naked body. Was it possible that
while I was being humiliated by being spanked, the two of them might be forcing
my nephew, Jon, to do even worse acts that might alter his view of the world
and its inhabitants? I became so engrossed in this train of thought that I lost
contact with what was happening to my bottom, at least for a few minutes."
Margaret
continued her incredible tale as Jon fidgeted, knowing full well that his utter
humiliation was about to be exposed to his new mistress, who might not take kindly
to his display of licentiousness. Helene didn't help matters by reaching over
and taking his face in her hand as she glared into his eyes, her fingernails
ready to dig into his flesh. Naturally he looked down as was his role in their
relationship. Helene's former mistress politely coughed to bring everyone back
to ground. Waiting for a moment to be sure that her audience was once more
focused on her story, she continued.
"I was
brought back to this version of hell on earth by a vicious pinch to the inside
of my thigh. I yelped and tried to escape, only to be rewarded by some furious
blows to the backs of my thighs. It was while I was struggling that I
encountered his erect member. Now I understood the sudden spanking; that was
one of his flash points. Rather than anger him further and risk a severe
response, I acquiesced and waited for his next move. It was at just this moment
that Walter, his son, made his appearance. Naturally I had my bare, crimson
bottom facing him and was unaware of his presence until he coughed and made
that flat explosion of breath I took to be his version of a laugh. He certainly
took after his father in this respect."
"My
captor dealt me a powerful slap to my rump and chuckled, before observing that
he had been so vexed by my provocative behavior that he now found himself
behind schedule. I blushed scarlet when he inquired if Walter might want to see
to my morning enema so he could leave and make his appointment on time. The
youth was only too happy to see to this little matter and asked when he could
expect his father to return."
"My blood
pressure must have dropped fifty points when my master for this week estimated
some time after dark, since he needed to run an errand on the mainland after
his meeting. I was facing the prospect of being alone with Walter. Not only
alone, but stark naked and securely restrained as well. It was already quite
apparent that mercy was not a part of this taciturn youth's personality."
"Before
my master left for this appointment, he inquired about his daughter and her
ability to deal properly with Jon. This brought another one of those mirthless
laughs from the youth. It seems that the children had done a very effective job
of ferreting out some of my playthings. They knew of their existence thanks to
my foolishness in allowing them to use one to pacify Jon and entertain
themselves. At present Jon was securely manacled hand and foot to his bed,
where he spent most of his time except when they were giving him his
enemas."
"Mistress
Winifred had already milked Jon twice before Walter left, and informed her
brother that she was about to try for a new record today. Woe to her slave if
he proved uncooperative. That seemed to placate my master, who emphasized that
as far as he was concerned, Walter was totally in charge of me for as long as
he remained away on business. I would pay dearly if he found me to be
unresponsive to his orders, whatever they were."
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(To
be continued - lex ludite)
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