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The Best Laid Plans -
Chapter 22
He donned a pair of latex gloves and
prepared to examine the vagina of his new charge. He was astonished at how
loose Brandi's pussy was; it yielded to his touch without the need for any
effort on his part. He was sorely tempted to see just how easy it might be to
form a fist and make a quick exploratory move up her birth canal, all in the
interests of science of course. Then the heavily sedated teen moaned and made a
feeble attempt to move her body.
Otto was not sure whether she was in pain
or sexually excited by his probing fingers. His curiosity got the best of him
and he moved his fingers around to see how she would respond. Her pelvis pushed
against his fingers and her moaning grew louder. He clasped his hand over her
mouth and gave her a quick thrust and the teen lunged against her bonds, a
remarkable feat considering the amount of happy juice she was receiving. He
withdrew his gloved hand from her slack cunt and could not resist giving her a
taste of her own pussy. Her reaction was almost imperceptible, and so he
decided to quit while he was ahead.
He had heard some rumors yesterday that
the mothers of these teens were also going to be staying at the hospital. If
Brandi looked like her mother, Otto wanted to meet the woman, especially if she
wasn't in need of some serious surgery or the like. The grapevine indicated
that Dr. Ellis was going to be looking after the women. He had heard plenty of
rumors about the good doctor's bedside manner, and wished that he had a little
of whatever Michael Ellis possessed. Had Otto been around when the two women
were admitted to the hospital and examined, he wouldn't be so jealous of the
doctor's assignment.
Randi X was suffering from dehydration,
second degree burns over more than half her body, both back and front, and her
sphincter had been ruptured. However compared to Miranda X she was fit as a
fiddle. According to the paper work that came with her, the unconscious woman
had two skull fractures, a broken jaw, was missing six teeth, and had a
fractured cheekbone and eye socket. These major injuries sort of trivialized
the collection of cuts, bruises and burns covering a large portion of her body.
Dr. Ellis was notified immediately and nearly had a heart attack when he saw
the condition of his charges, especially Miranda X. With a shaking hand he
signed the papers that allowed Miranda to be taken off to surgery, leaving him
to care for Randi X.
He personally supervised the move of his
patient to her room, making sure that the orderlies and nurses that were part
of his support team understood how the woman should be situated in order to
minimize contact between her badly sunburned body and the bedding. She was
placed face down due to the damage to her sphincter after special padding
impregnated with various ointments and medications had been applied to the
burns on the front of her body. Dr. Ellis could not help noticing that his new
patient had a very nice set of breasts, a big plus as far as he was concerned.
Outside of the padded bra they had used to protect her blistered breasts, she
was naked, the best way to make sure that any infections that might start were
quickly identified and treated. Finally she was restrained with padded cuffs to
keep her from moving and creating further damage to her injuries.
After taking care of some matters that
needed his attention, he returned to the patient, who was coming around from
the sedatives she had been given to make the trip to the hospital less
stressing. He was pleased to see that Mrs. X was already receiving IVs to
counteract the dehydration. As per his instructions, she had been catheterized,
but the amount of urine in the collection bottle was minimal, not surprising
under the circumstances. Since the patient seemed to be conscious, although a
bit groggy, he attempted to get more background information on her most serious
injury, the ruptured sphincter.
He examined the area very carefully,
looking for signs of what might have
caused this rather rare occurrence. Secretly he already knew this was no garden
variety injury. Mrs. X, or would it be Randi, must be into some strange and
bizarre activities to have this happen to her. The doctor was most intrigued
and already planning ways to ingratiate himself with this very interesting
woman who had a teenage daughter soon to be located only a few yards from where
he sat. Satisfied that he understood the wound, he began to try to glean more
information from the source, Randi X.
She
would require surgery, but nothing of the magnitude that her companion
would have to undergo in the weeks to come. His first few questions were rather
innocuous and easily answered by Mrs.X. However once he began to probe on the
events surrounding her injuries, she stonewalled him. He sighed and reached
into his bag. In her face down position Randi was unable to see what he was
doing, but she felt the prick of the hypodermic needle on her left ass cheek.
Then there was his hand gently stroking
her cunt lips, which only added to her irritation. Randi shouted for him to
stop fondling her or she'd have him fired. He chuckled at this empty threat and
pinched her clitoris so hard that she screamed in pain. This was the reason he
had insisted that certain patients be placed in soundproofed rooms. Michael
Ellis had participated in this little escapade dozens of times and always had
gotten away with it, this one would not be any different.
About a year after he joined the staff of
this private hospital, he made a very interesting discovery strictly by
accident. He had gotten two drugs comingled without noticing and injected them
into a very attractive patient who was in for some cosmetic surgery. By the
time he discovered his mistake she was already on the table having her breasts
augmented, a present from her husband. He made it his business to be in the
recovery room when she came out of the general anesthetic. She felt fine and
had no recollection of being injected by him prior to her surgery. He thanked
his lucky stars for this minor miracle and swore that this terrible mistake
would never be repeated.
Dr. Ellis could not resist the temptation
to discover if that accident could be duplicated. The next time he decided to
try it on his girlfriend, who was just a good lay, but definitely not the kind
he wanted as a wife. He injected her and while she was asleep he nailed her
asshole big time, something that she would not tolerate, but he was determined
to have. So the test killed two birds with one stone and was successful on all
counts. She wondered for the longest time why her asshole felt so sore, but he
never let on that she had just been a very successful subject that cinched the
use of this ''medication". A month
or so later she was history, and he embarked on his new career as a serial
rapist. His initial intention was to use the drug to land a rich wife, but he
was having so much fun that he just kept on looking for the perfect pussy,
which to date had eluded him.
For all his ability and seniority, that
twit, Graves, had gotten the plum assignment. Here he was stuck with these two
older women, one with a blown-out asshole, the other with multiple fractures of
the face and skull. Meanwhile Graves, the live-in sex slave of Otto Bauer, got
the opportunity to see and touch the naked bodies of the two teen tramps to be
housed just a few doors down from his patients. Perhaps he might be able to
make some kind of deal with the head nurse that could give him visiting
privileges. He'd have to work on that one for a time. On that relatively
unhappy note he left his patient and headed for the private room where a rather
famous media type, a news anchor by the name of Celeste Simpson, waited for him
to continue his revolutionary relaxation therapy that she claimed rejuvenated
her rather shapely body.
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Margaret Baugh continued her tale of
dominance and submission to her rapt audience.
"Walter wasted no time humiliating
me. I had to undergo inspection before my enema. That meant standing with my
legs wide spread to beyond my shoulders, head cocked upward at the ceiling, and
my chest thrown out like some kind of preening bird. My cuffed hands rested on
the tops of my buttocks, and I had to hold this position while he examined me
closely, using his fingers to probe my most intimate areas. Walter was no
mystery to me, he took after his father, and I had some experience in what that
meant."
"Somehow I kept steady while he
hefted my breasts and squeezed them as if looking for something of value hidden
beneath the skin. He escalated matters when he captured my turgid nipples
between thumb and forefinger and applied a steady, growing pressure to them,
all the while watching me for some evidence that this type of handling was
causing me pain. I blinked back the tears, but to his delight they betrayed
me."
"He stood up and made me turn my back
to him, assuming the position once more. I shivered as he ran his hand over my
swollen bottom, still hot from the spanking his father had adminstered to me.
Then I felt his fingers nimbly moving to between my buttocks to seek out the
tight entrance to my rectum and beyond. I felt his thumb against my puckered
rose as one of my lovers had named it."
"The youth pushed with a gentleness
that surprised me. Then I felt his warm breath as he leaned forward and
whispered all the dirty things that he might do to me down there if I made him
angry. It does embarrass me to say this, but I felt a twinge of excitement at
the prospect of being dominated by a potential master who had not yet realized
his powers."
"Being a slave I had no right to
exercise an opinion on anything to be done to me. Young Walter seemed to
understand that as part of his nature. There I was, naked and securely
restrained, his to do with as he pleased except
for one thing, no permanent harm could come to me as I was not his
property. I began to wonder of Winifred was aware of that rule now that she was
alone with Jon, who was at her mercy according to what Walter had told his
father."
"The thought of that little demon
manipulating my nephew's penis as he did his best to obey her wishes made my
skin crawl. Then it struck me, what if Jon was enjoying this sweet pain as he
ejaculated again and again, each time gaining some happiness as she smiled and
nodded, briefly satisfied at her slave's obedience? Then her face would harden just before
telling him she wanted him to stay hard and deliver more of his essence for her
to enjoy as she fed him his own spendings, making sure he swallowed every
drop."
"My reverie was interrupted by a
sound slap on my rump and Walter's voice ordering me to bend over the edge of
the tub and prepare myself to receive my daily internal cleansing. I thought it
strange that he should use such flowery words to describe this depressing
ordeal. Who else besides me had any personal contact with this sullen, taciturn
youth? My curiosity was piqued, and I became determined to discover who his
mysterious mentor might be."
"Then he jammed the cold nozzle of
the enema hose into me with no warning and cautioned me about making any
unexpected move until he finished my irrigation. I tensed and waited for the
in-rush of whatever was contained in that large red rubber bag hanging from the
rod above the tub. First an internal cleansing, and now an irrigation, my
curiosity increasing by leaps and bounds."
"I waited with growing impatience for
my irrigation to begin. I had already taken enough of these deliberate attempts
to debase me not to fear the pain or humiliation. On top of that the near
starvation diet my master decreed meant there was nothing of consequence to
void. Still the waiting was beginning to trouble me some. Then I felt his
fingernails running lightly across my stretched skin raising goose flesh in
their wake. This continued for some time and I felt myself becoming more
agitated. Suddenly without warning the nozzle was pulled from my rectal
passageway. Could he have decided to have sex with me in lieu of the
irrigation? Not likely, perhaps sex and then the enema was to be my fate. Once
again he proved me wrong."
"I received a brisk slap on my sore
bottom and a warning not to move or suffer the consequences. Actually his
statement was much cruder and threatening, which put me straight-away on
notice. I waited in this uncomfortable position, afraid to move for fear that I
would be severely punished. I heard him return whistling, not a good sign. He
brushed against me as he took down the bulging enema bag. I watched part of its
contents being poured into the tub over which I was bent. Then the sound of a
liquid being added to the bag reached my ears. Shortly thereafter the cold
nozzle was reintroduced into my rectum and the flow initiated."
"I steeled myself for some sort of
pain, thinking that whatever had been added was designed to cause me as a
minimum some discomfort and on the other end of the pain spectrum sheer agony.
My young master was capable of anything under these conditions. My bowels slowly
filled with the contents of the enema, but I felt nothing out of the ordinary.
Yes, my stomach began to feel full and I was experiencing the first wave of
cramps, but this was all par for the course. He stopped the flow and reached
around to palpitate my belly, then his hand moved down to make contact with my
vulva. It did not feel like an unfriendly gesture, and I took this to be an
accurate assessment of his intention."
"The cleansing resumed and I was
surprised at how little cramping there was. I attributed it to the fact that at
last I was so inured to the pain and discomfort caused by my daily enemas that
it had no effect upon me. I welcomed Walter's strong warm hands as they closed
around my hanging breasts, those petite, pear shaped signs of my femininity. He
milked them as I dreamed and sighed, enjoying the sensation he was producing
throughout my body."
"I moaned and pleaded for him to
squeeze them harder and see if he could make them grow. Soon he was not only
squeezing my smallish breasts, he was stretching them away from my chest upon
which they normally lodged. I thought his hands were magic, because my breasts
seemed to be getting larger and more sensitive by the minute. Then those
delightfully wonderful hands were taken from me, and I frantically searched
around for them to no avail."
"At this point I was too inebriated
to realize what had happened to me. My youthful master for the day took full
advantage of my vulnerability. I have little recollection of voiding the enema
or being taken down the hall to the children's room, barely able to stand and
totally unable to walk a straight line without the assistance of my captor and
master. He made short work of me once we were on the bed. I remember lying on
my back, looking down the length of my naked body to where Walter was kneeling,
his hands spreading my thighs wide apart. He didn't have any clothing on by now
and I wondered how this transformation had taken place without me
noticing."
"I watched rather dispassionately as
the youth manipulated his member in preparation for my deflowering. It felt for
all the world as if this was my maiden venture into the adult world that was
spoken of in hints and sly smiles. Walter reached out and inserted a number of
fingers into my sodden vagina and moved them tentatively as I inwardly urged
him to go forward and take me as I lay there helpless and wanting to feel him
inside of me. Things got a bit hazy at this point, my concentration waned and
sought other sources of stimulation such as the pattern of cracks on the
ceiling above me and the slow rotation of the room itself. The latter brought
about a touch of nausea, but that was swept away by the sharp pain I felt at
the entrance to my vagina."
"My young master was in the process
of entering me. Despite its wetness, my rarely used birth canal was not up to
accepting such an eager invader. He persisted and the pain overcame my desire
for our mating. Unfortunately I was not in any position to fend him off, my
mental faculties stunted by the absorption of a large quantity of alcohol and
my hands still cuffed behind my back. For some odd reason I remember the words "Take it like a man", which
made me begin to giggle, angering Walter no end. His hands closed around my
pear-shaped breasts and began squeezing them cruelly, while at the same time he
began pounding his member deeper and deeper into my tight, cobweb-coated tube
of dry flesh, all moisture having
immediately evaporated under duress. This dalliance had turned into a
rape!"
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(To be continued - lex ludite)
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