The Best Laid Plans

                       The Best Laid Plans - Chapter 23

       Celeste Simpson was under the impression that her soundproofed room was one of those perks given to only those special clients of this exclusive private hospital. Dr. Ellis made sure that she continued to accept this as truth. The poor benighted news anchor for a medium market television station also sincerely believed that her nurses were handpicked for their affinity for the same things as she enjoyed doing. There was some truth in that, but what the patients never knew was that their nurses were uniformly bisexual, which acted to keep the overhead down, and at the same time boosted profits. Ms. Simpson would never know the truth about her personality profile which was distributed to all those having any type of interaction with the patient.

       The moment Dr. Ellis unlocked her room and stepped inside, he knew that the nurses had been busy with their star patient, making her happy as only they were capable of doing. Celeste was stark naked with her wrists and ankles manacled to the corners of her bed. Her big breasts, 38DD according to the tag on her shelf brassiere, bore fresh teeth marks. He moved closer to get a better view and came to the conclusion that both nurses had been busy toying with the anchor woman's milk bottles, their nickname for those stupendous mounds of silicone injected flesh. The doctor glanced over to his patient who he realized was effectively gagged. He smiled, wondering what he might find once he tore off the adhesive that covered her lips. Once he had discovered a billiard ball, the eight ball as a matter of fact. Another time she had offered him 

a mouthful of string that was ultimately connected to a small weight that they had forced her to swallow. That had been fairly tricky to retrieve, but like all good doctors, he had his way with such challenges. Unfortunately for Celeste, she also brought up a significant amount of bile which in turn triggered off a spasm that brought up even more until she was exhausted from her efforts.

       His examination now focused on her pubic mound, specifically the entrance to her vagina. The outer lips were red and puffy, a sign that there had been considerable activity in this region. He noted the catheter exiting from her urethra and taped to the inside of her left thigh. The end was clamped, indicating that his patient probably had a rather full bladder. He'd have to ask her whether the contents had been recycled prior to being introduced into her body this time. That was usually the case, and the only question was the original source or sources. The nurses sometimes liked to collect the urine of patients with kidney and bladder problems, and run that through Celeste while they busied themselves with other procedures to keep her "entertained".

       He snapped on a pair of latex gloves and began investigating her vagina. She was very sensitive to any contact he made, indicating there had been some type of traffic that took place in her tight tunnel normally used daily by any number of nurses, orderlies and doctors. The only ones she knew about were the nurses, all others used her while she was unconscious, his "medication" guaranteeing that she'd wake from her sleep totally unaware of what had transpired while she was drugged. Dr. Ellis recognized the masochistic streak in his patient and took full advantage of it. It amused him no end that Celeste insisted that her anal passageway was uncharted territory and would remain so until she met the right man. According to his calculation she had already run through most of the male members of the hospital staff except for the adminstrators who were an untrustworthy lot and acted as if they were the hospital's acolytes when it came to protecting the patients from themselves.

       He carefully probed her vagina and immediately encountered some kind of barrier. From the way she was reacting, whatever it was certainly was filling her twat to the brim and then some. He tried to get some type of purchase, but whatever it was had a smooth surface that thwarted his initial effort. Dr.Ellis questioned his patient about this mystery material and all he got were a few shakes of her head and some grunts that were unintelligible. He resorted to forceps and his patient did her best to jump out of her pretty skin, much to his amusement. It took some time, but at last he got a good grip on the foreign object and began extricating it from his patient's tight channel. To the doctor it looked like a giant sized tampon, and it had absorbed a considerable amount of material that looked suspiciously like semen. Evidently the orderlies had visited her while she slept the sleep of the innocent, if such an appelation could apply to this media maven. He held the object up so that Celeste could see it, and asked her if she had any knowledge of who or when this had been placed within her vaginal canal.  He had to chastise himself for not removing the gag so she could answer his questions.

       He was a bit irritated about how things were going and so she paid the price for it. He was less than gentle in removing the adhesive tape from her lips and the surrounding area. Her grunts were now muffled screams as it felt as if he had torn away some skin from her pretty face. For a brief moment Celeste Simpson panicked at the thought of perhaps being disfigured for a time. She would sue, that was for certain! Then she calmed down when the doctor wagged his finger at her as if she was a mischievous child caught doing something that was out of bounds.

       "Were those nasty nurses teasing my favorite patient again? Don't be angry, they're just  jealous of your looks, position and power. Pay them no heed."

       That was all it took to calm the news anchor woman. She obediently opened her mouth and allowed her doctor to remove not one, but three sets of thongs. Even though they were soaked with Celeste's saliva, there was still the telltale trace of urine emanating from the sodden material. He wondered just what had transpired between his patient and the nurses that might have caused this response. He made a mental note to talk to the head nurse about this matter. In fact he was probably going to get some head from the head nurse before matters were settled finally. In the pecking order of things doctors outranked nurses except in very rare cases, such as Olivia Graves, currently his rival when it came to access to the better built and younger patients that had just arrived at the hospital. Still, he wanted to have a little fun with Celeste, so he began to tease her.

       "It looks as if you and the nurses had a falling out based on the contents of that gag. Bad enough they used three sets of thongs, but what could have caused them to soak the thongs in urine before stuffing them in your mouth? Were you a bad girl? Did you give the nurses a hard time about something? I'll bet my diploma that your full bladder also has something to do with your problem, doesn't it? Now you are just going to have to tell me all about it, or I'll have to make sure that your catheter stays just the way it is until I check  back on you in another three or four hours."

       His threat was all it took to make Celeste open up and reveal that she had enticed both nurses to enjoy her pussy. They required some coaxing, but soon one was busy between her spread thighs, her tongue working itself into Celeste's warm, wet vagina with slow, knowing strokes that indicated she was a top-notch pussy eater. Then the other nurse disrobed and her dripping vagina was soon pressed against the news anchor woman's mouth. Celeste wasted no time  welcoming that juicy treasure and a good time was had by all. They took turns working on both her mouth and cunt. The younger one had a tongue that felt as if it was at least a foot long. It was reaching places within the patient that she didn't even know she possessed. Things were going great until the senior nurse decided that Celeste should do some rimming. For some reason this did not appeal to their patient, and an argument ensued, an argument that ended with the nurses deciding their helpless victim needed a good lesson in manners.

       Dr. Ellis could barely contain his smile when he realized what had transpired. He turned on the charm and promised Celeste that the nurses would be properly chastised for their behavior. As for now he  wanted to empty her bladder, remove her restraints, then give her a sedative that would allow the patient to sleep soundly for the next six hours or so. Upon being awakened by him personally, they would resume the treatments that had been so successful, and he was sure that she would respond most positively to his efforts on her behalf. Poor Celeste, she was once more going to miss all the fun, but Dr. Ellis and perhaps his nurses would be the beneficiaries of her deep sleep.

       

       Otto Bauer returned home in a very bad mood. He had managed to have a few words with Dr. Graves at the hospital and she knew that there would be a great deal of trouble waiting  for her when she got off her shift. He noticed a fat manila envelope sitting on the kitchen table with his name written in bold letters. Even before he opened it, he knew the contents would be a photographic account of what went on between his two friends and  slave Olivia. Perhaps there might be something worth using on the feckless physician. He skipped through the ones showing them giving the good doctor a gut-busting enema, then forcing her to swallow their golden offerings while her bulging belly made her appear pregnant with twins and well into her third trimester. Naturally there were others showing her bobbing for turds in the toilet bowl as they took turns dunking her head and whipping her butt with what looked like a length of braided copper wire that guaranteed that she'd not be sitting much on her shift today.

       The shots of her being double fucked were most entertaining. Nurse Ducette was burying a strap-on deep inside Olivia's tight asshole, while her boyfriend, Bruno, was seeing how much he could stretch her cunt with his monster cock, which was sheathed wih a condom designed to irritate rather than enhance the sexual experience. Otto laughed and remembered the times he had even slathered hot sauce on this type of condom and really made Olivia scream and beg for relief or death. The last few pictures showed her tits being turned into fat porcupines, compliments of the pair of helpers that had volunteered to baby-sit Otto's sex slave. Still in all, they hadn't provided him with any ideas, but he had plenty of time before his little fuck-bunny doctor got back to the comfort of home and hearth.

       A refreshed Otto Bauer welcomed his sex slave back to the house by walloping her across the head as soon as she stepped through the door. He had miscalculated slightly and his fist made contact with more bone than flesh, causing him a considerable amount of pain and sending a stinger up his arm. By the time Olivia bounced off the wall and collapsed to the floor, her master was wringing his hand and cursing a blue streak. She was unprepared for the foot that caught her between the tits, and slammed the back of her head against the wall. Using only his left hand, Otto began ripping the clothing from her body and screaming at the top of his lungs that she was going to wish she was dead before he got done with her. The poor woman had no firm idea about what had caused his rage, but realized she was in for it, but good. He did not disappoint her.

       Otto dragged her by the hair towards the bathroom, where an unflushed toilet awaited her. Twice he stopped to take a breather and rip off more of her clothing and give her a few extra kicks to the belly and cunt. She was  nearly naked and crying hysterically by the time they arrived at their destination and he plunged Olivia's head into the filthy mess in the bowl, holding his sex slave under despite her frantic efforts to escape his iron grip. He waited until her struggles grew weak before letting her gulp in some air before going under once again. By now his other arm was nearly at full strength, so it was easier to keep her submerged until her body went limp. He quietly counted to ten and then pulled her from the bowl so the good doctor could puke up everything she had swallowed and start breathing once more.

       Into the shower stall she went with the cold water on full. He made her stand there, her arms held straight up, while the frigid water cascaded off her bare body which was now covered with goose flesh. He grinned when he heard her teeth begin to chatter and watched her jump from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to generate some body heat to counteract the frigid water that was sucking all the internal heat from her body. Otto turned off the water and dragged the shivering female from the stall. He drove his fist into her belly and when she doubled over, he rabbit- punched her, sending Olivia crashing to the tiled floor. Otto took advantage of her vulnerability and kicked her in the ribcage, being careful not to break anything, but knowing that taking a deep breath would be agony by tomorrow when she went back on shift.

       "Do you have any idea why you're in such deep yogurt?" Otto asked, giving her another kick, merely for effect, rather than to do anymore damage. His victim whimpered, but made no answer to his question. Her lack of response angered him, and so Olivia took a few cuffs to the head and face, but not anything that would leave any telltale traces by tomorrow. He kicked her in the rump and ordered Olivia to crawl on her hands and knees to the rec room. She now knew that whatever she had done was very, very serious, and she steeled herself for a vicious beating as a minimum. Otto could almost read her mind and he chuckled and gave her another swift kick in the butt, knowing full well that this one would leave a nice, painful bruise that would be with her for many days. The physician scrambled toward the door, doing her best to avoid any further punishment.

       Dr. Graves discovered that the door was locked and she had to wait, naked and defenseless, for Otto to open the door and let her enter the room. He could not resist dealing her another few cuffs to the head and face and a few well placed kicks to her most vulnerable areas. Then with a flourish he used his key to open the door. His victim scurried away from him and entered. Then she saw what was in the room and Olivia stopped dead in her tracks and began screaming for mercy, promising him anything rather than what awaited her.

       Margaret's tale of her dominance and submission continued and from the look on Jon's face she knew that he was about to be unmasked in front of his new mistress. That was his problem to handle she thought; now it was time for Jon to make a decision as to what he wanted as a future. She took a deep breath and continued her story as Helene and Jon focused their attention of every word that came from her lips.

       " The alcohol masked my pain for a time. Walter had learned the rudiments of what he was doing, but that was where it ended. The pain was more mental than physical, and to his credit he was not as brutal as his father. There was nothing I could do except try to focus on something other than what was transpiring between the two of us. The initial assault was over quickly, I hardly had time to select something that would mask what he was doing to my person. He heaved a great sigh and withdrew, leaving behind his seed that was now hopelessly seeking to form a union doomed to failure."

       " Walter began toying with my naked body, his hands squeezing and pinching my breasts, inner thighs and his fingers insinuating themselves into my vagina, exploring unfamiliar terrritory I would imagine. I felt my labia being stretched and twisted as he took  advantage of my condition. It was so much easier not to react to his crude pawing which was not too stressing thanks to the alcohol that was numbing my entire nervous system. It took some time before I realized he was becoming frustrated by my lack of response. The pinching became more intense and he chose his spots more carefully, now concentrating on the entrance to my vagina and as far inside as his fingers could reach. He managed to penetrate my alcoholic fog by scraping his fingernails over the walls of my vagina, providing a much higher level of discomfort for me. I was even able to worry about the possibility that his less than sterile fingernails might cause an infection later when this horrible week was finally history."

       " It was then I made a terrible mistake. I have no idea what possessed me to slap at Walter's hands as they moved from place to place on my body. His retaliation was swift and brutal; his open hand caught me across the face and was quickly followed by his closed fist that was planted into the yielding flesh of my belly. The blow took the wind from my sails, and even with the protection of the alcohol, a degree of fear penetrated to my higher brain functions. It was too late to apologize or even try to prevent what occurred next. His fist sank into my groin and then tried to split open the mouth of my vagina, bringing a terrible pain that completely overwhelmed the stupor the enema had caused. I was helpless to protect myself as the blows fell thick and fast onto my most vulnerable body parts. By then I was in a total panic, unable to think or even try to avoid the brutal beating that he was delivering. Then as quickly as it began, the attack ended. In actuality it was just a pause before the next phase in my degradation by this man-child, who was now my master."

       " Without any warning he grabbed me by the throat and began squeezing the life from me. His hands were almost as strong as his father's and I nearly resigned myself to an ugly death here on this bed with his seed percolating within my body. Through the alcoholic haze I heard what seemed like a faraway voice cursing and swearing at me and threatening a horrible end if I dared move from this bed when he released me from this death grip.I had almost lost control of my bladder just before what the voice said sank into my consciousness. I threw my arms out wide and hoped he understood that meant I was surrendering. Indeed he accepted my movement for what it was, and the pressure on my windpipe relaxed, but those hands remained around my throat as an example of his power over me. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best."

       " He released me from his grip and glared down at me before taking his leave. Even in my somewhat inebriated state, I understood only too well that any thought of escape would be the height of folly and might likely cause me serious harm. I was almost asleep by the time he returned, bearing what seemed like an armful of bottles which he deposited on the foot of the bed. I heard his voice ordering me to hold out my arms so he could bind them to the bedposts. He looped the ropes around my wrists and anchored them to the low posts, making the rope sink into my flesh until it encountered bone. He did the same to my ankles, forcing my thighs to spread wide, making access to my vagina a simple matter. That realization quickly sank into my whirling brain, but the full implication escaped me thanks to the influence of the alcohol. Satisfied, he leaned over and stared down at me with those cold dead eyes that reminded me of a shark eying its prey. I knew I was in for it now, and only hoped that whatever he had planned would be over quickly, even if it was another raping. I was not far from wrong."

       " It began with Walter's fingers probing my vagina, seeing just how far inside he could reach. He pulled out and presented those same fingers to me, muttering in a low voice dripping with malice that I should suck them clean before he reentered me for another attempt to reach his semen. It s took me a little time to understand his order, the alcohol still dominating my higher brain functions. For this breach of discipline I was made to suffer. His fist smashed into my vulva and I nearly vomited. A second blow followed and I realized that by opening my mouth I could probably avoid any further pain. I did and his fingers entered and began exploring the inside of my mouth. I was disgusted, but had no recourse but to obey my youthful master. I sucked his fingers until they glistened, then watched passively as they entered me for another search for the elusive sperm that by now was possibly working its way upstream like some extremely tiny salmon, searching for the holy grail. As with his first try, this one also yielded no evidence of his effort to impregnate me. Nonetheless I was once again tasked with the job of cleaning whatever had accumulated on those fingers as they moved around inside my vagina. He grunted and withdrew his fingers from my suctioning mouth. Then I heard him distinctly say that he would have to resort to another approach to retrieve his valuable sperm. By now I had forgotten about the bottles. Even in my drunken state I had a fairly good idea why he had brought them with him."

       " The first bottle had a very long neck and must have contained either beer or soda originally. He teased me at first, placing the neck of the bottle into my vagina and then moving it from side to side to stretch the width of my birth canal. Gradually he pushed it deeper and deeper until it began to hurt. I winced and he grinnned at my discomfort. Then he pulled it back until only the tip was held inside. I knew a split second before it happened, what he planned. The pain was excruciating as he slammed the glass as deep into me as he could manage. I grunted and then screamed in agony. For my trouble he repeated this terrible process and each time he did, it felt as if a portion of my tight tunnel was being scraped raw by the shoulders of the bottle. Finally out it came and he pressed the tip against my lips. I knew what was expected and opened wide as he pressed it into the back of my throat, causing me to choke and gag at the same time it seemed."

       " I have no idea just how long he played with his bottles, driving each as deep into me as he could and enjoying my pleadings and promises if he would stop this torment. I was raw and feared that he might cause some internal bleeding or other form of damage. Then he changed his tactics and presented an option that involved having me perform fellatio followed by another raping. I agreed quickly and so he degraded and humiliated me for his amusement for what seemed like an eternity. I was a bit surprised that this time he exhibited a great deal of self control, not what I had hoped. At last he stiffened and filled my channel with another load of his seed."

       " This time he used his favorite bottle to actually recover some of his sperm, which I was required to suck from the bottle's neck while he laughed and called me horrible names, most of which I myself had to admit were well deserved. I lost count of how many times I licked his sperm from the neck of the bottle he favored for this activity. Still not satisfied he decided to see if my vagina could accommodate a bottle that was inserted base first. It took what seemed lke an eternity until my sore vagina somehow stretched enough to swallow the base of the bottle. However it was a hollow victory since it was not possible for him to jam it any further inside me, no matter how he tried. Once more he exited the room, and I waited for whatever new torment he would spring upon me. He was back rather quickly and his face was wreathed with a big smile, a signal that something even worse than what I had already endured was in the offing."

                       ( To be continued - lex ludite )