The Tourist

The Tourist Part 3

When I stopped pounding into her, I was surprised to find Lisa’s arms rapped around my neck, her blue eyes closed, her small mouth and puffy lips open. Breathing deeply, she appeared to be recovering from an Orgasm. Perhaps her body language; which appeared to depict affection, was in actuality an attempt to maintain her balance while I was rocking her world of misery in the stirrups. Or, maybe she was becoming attached to me; as we have been spending a lot of quality time together. Perhaps, her mind has just let go.

I pulled out slowly and with Lisa securely positioned in the stirrups, her thighs were splayed to the extent that her large-prominent camel toe was spread and stretched wide and her delicate inner lips; although attempting to seal her from the outside world, remained slightly ajar, vulnerable and inviting. I was about to give her little purple pedals  a pull when I  observe my sperm oozing out of her vent, moisten her sensitive, almost transparent vaginal lips, and then drip down her perineum to fill the dent of her anus. Some fluid then dripped from her anus down her crack and dropped to form a pool on the seat below. She made no attempt to move, the flow was steady and slow. 

I sharply slapped her pussy to gain her attention and grabbed her arm. Pulling her forcefully from the stirrups, I led her toward the showers. She followed easily with no resistance. Lisa ambled; bowlegged, feet apart, legs spread wide. Her small hips provocatively swayed, her little breast was stretched tight as I pulled her by the arm, her beautiful face expressed shock, pain, and surprise from the slap to the twat, and all was revealed.

“Please don’t hurt me any more, where are you taking me?” she cried.

The interrogation office has an adjoining dining area, dressing area, and shower. The showering area is hospital clean with square white tiles and chrome fixtures. The water pressure has been modified and is stronger than a normal shower; adjustable from 60 pounds per square inch to 1200; similar to a pressure cleaner. The temperature can also be accurately adjusted from cold; 32 degrees Fahrenheit, to boiling; 212 Fahrenheit.  On the hot end the water can cook the flesh and the high pressure can remove meat from bone. Floor drains are everywhere.

The room is well equipped with numerous adjustable shower heads, hoses, and even a magic wand massager. There are I-hooks in the floor and walls, and several types of cuffs, straps, spreader bars, and manacles. The shower is mainly utilized to help young ladies recover from overdoses received while overdoing it at parties.

The crazy loaded tourists are easily restraining in this well designed space. Cold water and the magic wand usually revive the partiers and tying them to the I-hooks is not typically necessary. Occasional the art of “Bush Water Boarding” is practiced to obtain information and compliance.

Mr. Patrayus led me to a white tile bench along one of the walls in a showering area and sat me down by pushing on my shoulders. The tile was cold on my bruised bottom; I could feel my cheeks spread and flatten. My skin tightened and goose bumps formed from the cool tile and my muscles were sore, week, and had yet to recover from my useless attempts to escape the hands and straps that held me during countless sexual assaults. I was dehydrated, faint; nude, and helpless. 

Mr. Patrayus turned on the water which was very cold. The initial blast caused my entire body to spasm and my breathing was difficulty as I stiffened and suffered. I looked up imploringly at Mr. Patrayus in surprise and despair. As I attempted to get out of the cold spray he held me down easily by the shoulders. He seemed happy and he was smiling at me as he tightened his grip. The cold water was not a mistake; he was enjoying my suffering. Then the water turned from cold to hot and the heat removed any strength I had left.

He was now restraining me by my head and hair as I slumped helplessly in the corner and although my mind told me to move away from him, the hot water had turned me to jelly. I lost all control over my body and began to urinate. I prayed he would not notice. Then the water temperature changed again, but I lost all feel. I could not tell if the water  was hot or cold.

“Relax Lisa, I will clean you up and take good care of you,” he stated.

Mr. Patrayus was about 5’10” and had a weight lifter’s build. His arms were large, his eyes were brown, and his hair was cut short. He was brutally handsome. He had a flat stomach; six pack, hair on his chest, nice legs, and small hands. His penis was thick and large, always seemed hard, and was the center of attention. It was now in my view, inches from my face, and seemed to be pointing at me. His black bush was neatly trimmed and his bag and balls hung prominently and now swung level to my face. He had a great hard ass and from my position; looking up, I could make out his ass hole between his cheeks. 

With a Dove Bar he slowly began to wash me. The soap smelled fabulous and produced lots of lather and his strong hands glided around my body. My skin and muscles became even more pliant under the water as he continued to message my sore body. While rubbing he lifted my feet and cradled my head so that I was now lying with my back on the tile bench. He washed and rubbed my hands, forearms, feet, neck, and shoulders, plus muscles I didn’t know that I had. I detected a change in his clinical massage and the beginning of sexual play as his strong hands began to concentrate near the joining of my legs, and the muscles beneath my breasts.

Not being a virgin I was dumfounded how this man had shamefully forced me to have the hardest most exhausting orgasms of my life. He definitely knew how to stimulate me. Perhaps my unusual sensitivity was caused by fear, my humiliation, or his physical power over me. Mortified, my body started to respond again. My nipples hardened and my vagina ached and I felt the need to be filled. Why was this happening?

His penis was near my mouth, bouncing around and occasionally brushing my face as he washed and massaged me. Somehow my mind seemed to have left body. It seemed necessary to take him into my mouth, to please him, so that he would not hurt me again. The tip of his penis was soft; a purple helmet. There was a small slit or opening at the tip of the gland and the scar from his circumcision was clearly visible as a whitish ring around the shaft.

Water cascade off his wrinkled scrotum which was located about 7 inches past the scar. Unattractive blue veins radiated around his hairless pole, but short black curly hair grew from his stomach, crotch, and around sack. In a trance I slowly reached and grabbed his sack and gently pulled him toward me.  I could discern his balls within; one slightly larger and lower than the other. I looked up to see his look of surprise and pleasure as I began to kiss and suck on the slit of his purple gland. I rolled to my side and with my fingers began to search out his testicles. They were floating within his scrotum and I applied pressure, gently squeezing and pulling them away from his body. I had his testicles in the palm of my hand and I squeezed him tightly with my fingers; milking him while I sucked him deeper into my mouth. Simultaneously, I sucked in hot water from his penis; drinking, in an attempt to replenish my fluids.

I notice Mr. Patrayus taking something out of the cabinet above the bench and begin to open it.  Shit, it’s a Summer’s Eve Medicated Douche. And on the tile he places a 1/2 ounce tube of “China Shrink Cream” obviously wanting me to read the label.    

“Mr. Patrayus, please don’t you’ll upset my chemical balance,” I pleaded after removing my mouth from his pipe so I could speak. A gentle tug of my hair and he was inside my mouth again and I sucked as hard as I could in order to please him, afraid to make him unhappy and increase the probability that he was going to hurt me again.

“Don’t worry Lisa; I will fallow the instruction and only push it in 3 inches. The nozzle has been designed to assure easy and comfortable insertion and angle flexibility. It has providone-iodine which will relieve any minor irritation or itching you may have from the results of your stay with us. It is the most powerful douche you can get without a prescription. Now squeeze my balls a little tighter Lisa, and I will not hurt you.”

I am doing exactly as I have been told. And I am afraid. The tube of “China Shrink Cream” states; Return the tightening powers with this amazing formula. A small application rejuvenates muscles back to performance; a Vaginal Enhancer-Tightener.

I can feel Mr. Patrayus penis swaying slightly in my mouth as he shakes and mixes the douche. I hear the flexible nozzle snap into place indicating that the tool is ready for use. I am overwhelmed with fear and begin to sob uncontrollability. .

“Please let me go; don’t hurt me Mr. Patrayus,” I sobbed.

“Just call me Doctor Patrayus; Lisa, and spread your skinny pale legs wide and give me complete access to your sensitive holes; now!”

I had long given up fighting him; however, his instructions make me aware that I was holding my knees tightly together; hiding my private places; protecting my openings. I was afraid and embarrassed. I could not respond - my legs would not spread.

I felt him tighten his grip on my hair and move forward gently slipping his penis deeper into my mouth. With his other hand he squeezed my nose closed. I could not breathe and my legs automatically parted. Instantly he let go of my nose and I could breath. “That’s a good girl; Lisa. I can see right inside you now and you are nice and pink; suck harder.”

I was happy to have something to do; somehow sucking his penis made me feel safe; a distraction from the embarrassment of the position I was in. My legs obscenely spread, lying on the bench with water falling like rain. He was standing over me; his prick in my mouth, his eyes on my pussy, and his hand holding a plastic bottle; douche, hovering above my helplessness.

In my position; looking at his flat stomach, I could just make out the decent of the bottle as it targeted me and I could now feel his thumb and forefinger pulling my sensitive lips apart. Hot water began to enter me and then, I felt the plastic tip of the flexible nozzle searching between my lips. I felt pressure and then a burning sensation as it scraped its way inside me.

“Stop wiggling you slut and take your medicine,” said Mr. Patrayus.

“Please Doctor, you are hurting me,” I said after removing my face from his crotch. Doctor my ass I thought. 

Again he garbed my hair and inserted his penis. “Stay still, suck, and shut up or you will be severely punished,” said Mr. Patrayus.

I was truly terrified as I felt pressure on my stomach as he held me down and he squeezed in the cold liquid. When the nozzle was removed I felt some relief. However, it was short lived as the Shrink Cream was in his hands and I realized that this torture was never going to end.

He placed a large glob of cream on my stomach and with his right hand scooped some off and packed it into my vagina. Then he took another scoop and packed it into my anus. He continued until all the cream was gone. Then quite easily with the assistance of the lubricating quality of the shrink crème he entered my ass hole with his index finger and started rubbing my sensitive G spot. 

Bastard, I thought and then to my surprise and disgust I tasted a salty mix that was unmistakably not water. Without warning I started to gag and choke. I knew I was supposed to swallow, but I could not. The sadist removed his index finger from my rectum and upon doing so I realized that I had been wiggling and bucking from the beginnings of another unwanted orgasm. He grabbed my hair with both hands and forcing his penis deep to the back of my throat; impeding my breathing. His scrotum and balls were pressed against my face; the water helped to form a seal. Although I fought, He overpowered me. What about me I thought as he took his pleasure and darkness enveloped me.

To Be Continued