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Wimp Family's Training - Chapter 10
That evening Damon was given a guided tour of the rest of the facility, a Mecca for clients like himself who had need for its unique services. Certain portions were off limits to all except the staff, but that still left a great deal of very interesting things to observe that were taking place behind the walls of this exclusive private hospital. As his host explained, the hospital also catered to troubled teens, cheating spouses and those adults with psychic maladies such as child abuse, pedophilia, excessive masochism or sadism and forced incest.
There were currently seven teenagers, only two of them male, undergoing treatments for various antisocial behavior. They ranged in age from thirteen to seventeen, and their average stay at the hospital was projected to be a minimum of two to four months. They stood behind a one-way mirror and observed one of the teens being treated. The boy was perhaps fifteen and was being treated for some very unhealthy obsessive compulsive behavior towards his mother, an average looking woman in her mid forties who had recently divorced her latest husband. Twice within a month previous to his admission, he had attempted to rape his mother, the second time successfully.
The lad was naked and strapped down to his bed, wrists and ankles locked in manacles attached to the corners of the bed. He was on the thin side and his sex organ, now erect, was of average size. Seated beside the bed was a motherly-looking, plump woman with good sized breasts wearing only a pair of off-white cotton panties. She was stroking him at a good clip, her other hand gently fondling his tight testicles. The youth was perspiring heavily and did not look very happy over what was happening.
Damon's escort brought up the lad's chart and his vital signs such as pulse, blood pressure and the like. According to the instructions he was to be brought to a minimum of six ejaculations, more if possible, during his waking period of twenty hours. Those nurses administering this treatment were deliberately chosen for their appearance and demeanor. Based on the data, the boy was probably thirty to forty-five minutes away from an ejaculation, his seventh of the session. Damon whistled at the lad's ability,and was told that when he was first administered and they had him on nitrides he was ejaculating over a dozen times per cycle until his blood pressure got so elevated that they had to back off on the medication. He suggested they move on to another patient and return later to witness the ejaculation.
Before entering the next observation area Damon was warned that the patient's appearance made it appear she was in much worse physical condition than she actually was. The teenage female had been admitted two months ago suffering from anorexia nervosa coupled with a case of incipient nymphomania, strange for one so young. She was nothing but skin and bones thanks to the combination of her aversion to eating and the extreme burning of calories from having extended bouts of sexual intercourse. Her condition had improved somewhat, but the issue of her survival was still in doubt.
Despite his escort's warning Damon was shocked at what he saw. The teen looked like a survivor from a concentration camp, her bones stretching the papery skin covering them. However it was the line of orderlies waiting to have sex with this wraith that shocked him. Presently a monster weighing well over two hundred pounds was between her shrunken thighs and he was pounding her mercilessly. Every stroke he delivered made her entire body quake and shiver. Like the previous patient she was manacled to the corners of the bed and absolutely helpless to prevent whatever this army of assailants could dish out to her.
Then he noticed the IVs attached to each of her pipe stem arms. According to her chart, which was shown at the edge of the one-way mirror, only one was feeding her nutrients, the other was a mixture of sex stimulants and amphetamines that kept her eager for sex with all these men. Rather than try to deal with both conditions at once, it was easier to satisfy her need for sex while focusing every effort on dealing with her anorexia, which presently was the one that could quickly terminate her life.
They took a quick side trip to the adult section where some twenty-five patients were housed. Damon was given a view of one very attractive, well built woman in her mid-thirties who was stark naked and hanging by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling of this stark room that was merely four walls and a concrete floor equipped with a large drain. From the looks of the welts and a few bleeding cuts that criss-crossed her body, she had just been whipped.
The patient had been caught cheating on her wealthy husband and given the option of a divorce settlement that precluded any alimony, or a stint in the hospital where she would undergo corporal punishment as part of her rehabilitation. It was all very legal and would stand up in a court of law. Damon observed that he wouldn't mind adding some fresh welts to her anatomy if given the opportunity. To his delight, his escort said that could be arranged if he didn't mind coming in a little bit before his appointment tomorrow. The patient was scheduled to be whipped again in the morning, a rather lengthy beating this time as per her husband's instructions.
They moved to one more patient, the young lover of a wealthy, overweight, mature woman who had some very powerful connections. She had him under surveillance, revealing that he was cheating on her. Given the choice between rehabilitation and meeting with a very bad accident, he opted for admission to the hospital for a stay that might be as brief as a month or long as half a year depending upon his progress. When they looked in through the one way mirror he was on a narrow bed in a straitjacket, his spread legs shackled to the corners. Two nurses were currently working on him.
One, a naked, older woman with a thick bush of greying pubic hair, was sitting on his face, urging him to lick her pussy and not to miss any spots. He sported a rather large dick which was swollen from trapped blood thanks to the cockring that was clamped to the base of his organ. Wires were running from his balls and a second set of wires was glued to the head of his prick and midway down the shaft. Another nurse, with a pot belly and drooping tits, clad only in a pair of panties was checking the black box to which the wires terminated.
She told her companion to get clear of the patient and after she did, he took a massive dose of electricity that fried his balls and cock. His entire body stiffened and then flopped around on the bed as much as his bonds would allow. The two nurses grinned and at a nod from the one, he received a second, even longer blast of electricity that made his cock twitch and then shrink rapidly. Damon was a little uncomfortable with what he was witnessing, being a dominant male and not used to seeing another male suffer such an indignity.
Damon was impressed that his escort knew exactly when to bring him back to the first observation point. By then the lad was in the home stretch, mindlessly pumping away between the nurse's oiled tits as she crooned and urged him to give her a nice big load of thick cum. His pulse was racing at over one hundred and twenty beats per minute, and his blood pressure was something like one eighty over one ten. The escort smiled and gave the thumbs up sign just before the teen blew his nuts, sending a spurt of watery cum a couple of feet into the air before it arced downward, landing on his heaving chest.
The dominant winced when he heard the nurse say that the teen had just enough time to give her one more nice juicy load before he had to rest up for more fun and games starting early tomorrow morning, long before most of the staff was even at their stations. As they left, the plump, motherly looking nurse was already hard at work, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked the teen's cock to keep it erect for another go-round.
At the mansion, Walter was putting the final touches to the ruse they were planning for Carl. Hecate was stark naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, and over his knee for a sound spanking to make it look even more authentic. From the bulge in his pants which kept poking the twin in her tummy, Walter was having a grand time flattening her firm buns with his heavy hand. As his hand rose and fell like a well oiled machine, he encouraged her to struggle and by all means cry to make it look as realistic as possible. That she did and finally he was a satisfied, promising her a nice horsy ride afterward for her brave act. Leaving Angela to watch the monitor he marched his charge down to the basement.
Carl jumped up from the bed, his hands balled into fists, eyes staring daggers at Hecate who was pushed into his room by the old black man.
"Here is the trouble maker, she's all yours for the night. Do anything you want, but no blood or anything permanent else the master will have our heads when he gets back. I think it might be nice to give her a bellyful of child tonight, something to remind the scamp of her place in this house."
From the glint in Carl's eyes, Walter knew he had touched a nerve and he was sure that the teen would take the bait unaware that Hecate was bullet proof thanks to her catcher's mitt. He bid the pair a good night and made his exit, leaving the twin to try as best she could to vend off the boy's rage.
It took him less than five minutes to return to Angela who was riveted to the monitor. He leaned over her and watched what was transpiring. Hecate was doing her best to stay away from Carl, but was slowly being cornered. Then he lashed out with his foot, catching the cute little teen in her soft belly. She doubled over in pain and he was upon her like a wild animal. Grabbing her by the hair, he pounded her head against the wall a few times and then brought his knee up between her legs, taking all the fight from her.
He dragged the dazed twin to his bed and forced his hard cock into her tight little pussy with one powerful thrust that must have felt like a blow to the girl. Then the monitor failed, popping and arcing brightly for a brief portion of a second and then going black. Walter swore and headed for the basement to rescue Hecate from Carl who was showing signs of being totally out of control.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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