 |
|||
|
|
ASYLUM TALES
Part Four… The doctor checks out a recent arrival to his ward, does a personal self gratifying examination before the more painful portion’s handled by his assistants.
Chapter One
His personal ward of the institution continually rotating with the younger, more attractive ‘patients’ assigned to private isolated rooms of the wing, each under continuous monitored surveillance, the doctor scribbles his notes across various pages on the clipboard as he watches the row of monitors along the wall in his office. Midway through his observations he’s attracted to one of the later admissions being prepared for her scheduled treatment. Catching his eye, he intriguingly leans back, watches as she’s in the initial stages of being straddled across a smaller version of a modified stainless steel gurney.
Of course naked, laid face up, her arms are already in the process of being stretched back, downward as her wrists are being cuffed to the bottoms of the front tubular legs of the hospital gurney. Next her shoulders are forced to arch back thrusting her chest upward displaying her substantial breasts. Knees then spread, her ankles tugged back, downward, her entire torso arches up off the gurney as her feet’s shackled one at a time to the back legs of the table just above the black rubber wheels leaving her spread-eagled, bowed into an arch with the back of her head tilted down past the edge of the gurney.
Flipping a couple pages, double checking her chart’s particulars spread out in front of him, statistically she’s yet another that fits in quite nicely with the criteria for his ward. Glancing back toward the screen as her preparation continues, he confirms she’s young and beautiful, dark complexioned, evenly tanned and with the sight of her melon sized breasts jaunting out, a more then well developed figure. Nodding toward the clipboard, a smile, a couple more notes jotted down and he realizes that yea, she’ll fit in just fine. His eyes again transfixed on the monitor he watches the attendants on either side of the gurney administering the next step of the process, spreading, massaging body lotion across her rapidly glistening bare flesh. Watching her body quivering, her firm, globular mounds jaunting upward, swaying as they separate out from above her arched torso he slides back into his chair, relaxing as it slowly rocks.
A couple minutes into the massaging, he’s practically mesmerized by the site of her hollowing stomach flexing, her naked body obviously reflexively responding as her abs ripple to the touch of the attendant’s roving hands working her from her neck to her thighs, and obviously not for just a rubdown. Her naked body tensely arching, defining her ribcage, her flexing muscles, tendons likewise as she gyrates under the roaming fingers touches, he watches the sets of hands sliding about, slipping between her thighs, invading her spread slit, fingers freely slipping in and out of both orifices as more then generous amounts of lotion are dumped across her bare, quivering flesh.
Ignoring the other screens, flipping that vision to the larger center monitor with the desk controls, he watches closer at the attendant’s roving hands sliding upwards, coating oil up across the slope of her arching torso encompassing her glistening breasts, manipulating, slowly massaging, caressing. The overflowing lotion squeezed upward between their flexing fingers compressing her spreading mounds gleams from her puckering nipples, the excess soaking her sternum as the lotion drips down off their fists while their fingers continue to meld, squeeze the firm tit flesh. The entire episode now fully exposed on the high def screen directly in front of his slowly rocking chair, he reclines back, slipping a hand across his thigh beneath his spreading robe, covering his crotch while anticipating being with her in just a matter of minutes.
Rocking back and forth he can feel the stirring deep inside as he gently strokes his swelling shaft, the anticipation mounting as he admires her trembling nude body, the sight of her fingers clenching, toes curling as she’s fully oiled as they begin their final preparation, a bright red ‘O’ ring pressed between her lips with black straps fastened behind her neck and a thick black cloth wrapped across her eyes. Standing, sliding the chair back, taking a final glance across the row of monitors he closes his robe as he steps out the doorway from his office while she’s also being wheeled from her room.
Chapter Two
Walking into the small, acoustically tiled white room, he steps directly toward the gurney, the spread-eagled girl left alone toward the middle of the floor. Shutting the door behind him, slowly circling the naked body semi-arched in front of him, he watches her stomach slowly raise and lower with halting breaths. Even more erotic then visualized on the monitor, her arms, legs tautly bound back, her breasts seem even larger, firmer as they stand out, glisten as they quiver under the stark ceiling lights. Her dark nipples, areolas thick, they stand off each separating melon still dripping the remnants of the glistening lotion. Glancing toward her head tilted back off the gurney, the black blindfold covering most of her face, saliva drooling in a strand toward the floor from the bright red mouth gag, he slides a hand across her spread leg, feels her flesh reflexively trembling, rippling from his fingertip’s touch softly gliding from knee to inner thigh.
Smiling to himself, sliding his other hand across a bare breast, cupping the shriveling dark nipple, feeling the hard nub almost tickle his palm, he senses her torso jerk as she reflexively twists, her other breast freely swaying toward her side. His hands gliding, fingers curling, becoming soaked with the glistening oil, he senses her heartbeat through his roaming fingertips, hears her soft whimpers almost sighs uttering from the gag. Slipping a hand between her thighs, sliding a couple fingers back and forth across her swelling clit, both fingers glide into the gapping slit of her vagina, one then two knuckles deep as he feels her warm moist flesh encompass, grip his fingers as her naked body bows, arches even higher. Flattening her clit beneath his thumb, again her body flinches, her thighs quivering as again the moans, restrained sobs from the ‘O’ ring while he gently strokes back and forth a couple more times across the flexing nub as he quietly steps, positions himself between her spread thighs.
Letting his white smock spread apart, naked beneath, he lets her quivering thighs straddle his hips as he gently spreads the folds of her labium with his fingertips. The head of his swollen cock already twitching with anticipation, feeling it’s weight slide across the moistness of her oiled pubic mound; he lets it slip across the nub of her exposed clit, flicks it up and down two, three times, not quite harsh, not quite gently. Again her naked body twitching, watching her stomach flattening, sinking inward as her navel flexes, he lets the crown of his shaft glide between the gripped spread lips, barely into the damp tunnel while he slowly flicks a thumb across her responding clit.
“Oomph!... Oomph!” Her whimpers, gasps emitting from the glistening ‘O’ ring, her body twitching, arching slowly upwards in sequence as his shaft glides inward another slow, deliberate couple inches, he senses the firmness, tightness encompassing the crown of his throbbing cock, almost gripping, not letting go. Holding his hips motionless, letting his hands glide upward, his fingers slipping across the gentle slopes of her defined ribs, slide together across her sternum, glide upward across the rising mounds of her firm, glistening breasts, he grips, tweaks both thick nipples still oozing lotion.
“Umph… Uummmppphhh!” More moans emitting from down below the head of the gurney, her breasts arching upwards into his manipulating fingers, and he thrusts his hips forward a second time, glides his cock a couple, three inches deeper into her glove like orifice with a little more assertiveness. The warmth of the moisture, the firmness of her responding vagina stroking the foreskin stretching back along his penetrating shaft and he squeezes at her firm tit flesh, the hardening nipples responding to his manipulations as he presses inward another couple inches. “Oomph!... Ahhhh!” Another mixture of moans and sighs, another twitch of her entire naked body arching upward on the gurney as his cock stretches the walls of her vagina, his girth gripped along his pulsing shaft by her responding contractions.
Most of his nine inches burrowed between her thighs, the resistance of her youthful orifice causing his encased shaft to pulse, throb as he slowly flexes his hips, begins a rhythmic pumping, stroking motion with short, calculated thrusts. Back and forth, in and out three, four inches at a time, he glances down between her thighs as his fists tighten, his fingers gripping, melding the firm mounds jaunting up from her arching chest, the engorging nipples grinding against his palms. Her moans becoming constant with her harsh breaths, her body reflexively reacting, his strokes become longer, still calculated as he feels the rippling walls of her entire vagina gripping his shaft, the foreskin held firm as his cock slides back and forth, stretching, tugging her clit inward, extending it outward.
Six, seven, eight inches thrusting, retracting, his grunts mixing with hers as his hips flex, his shaft glistening as he pulls back with each thrust to practically expose the engorged crown before thrusting inward again, and again stretching her clit, pressing it firmly between his shaft and her pubic bone. His scrotum smacking across her butt cheeks with each thrust, his shaft plunging, withdrawing, presses deeper toward her womb. Her breasts arching upward, her hips likewise pressing outward, her pubic mound pumps, twists as her moans have turned to gasps, her glistening bound body quivering, escalating to noticeable spasms as his throbbing shaft plunges deeper, harsher, pounding, and pounding.
His shaft throbbing, pulsing, he jerks back, grips his cock with his right fist as it jerks free of her gripping vagina. Grabbing her right breast tighter with his left hand, twisting, jerking as the oiled tit flesh bulges between his tightening fingers, he lowers his clenching fist, rams the head of his cock inwards between her spread thighs, against, between the flexing sphincter muscles circling her lotion soaked, puckered anus. One harsh, firm thrust, his shaft burrows, rips inward, rams completely in as his scrotum sways, slaps into the crease of her jerking butt cheeks lifting up off from the creaking gurney. The painful, or is it pleasurable, wracked grunts, unintelligible from the ring encircling her stretched lips, her body jerks above the metal surface as spasm follows spasm while his shaft throbs inside her vice like rectum. Holding her firmly by her bulging breast as her torso arches upwards, her other breast flails across her glistening chest as he continues pumping, thrusting.
Feeling his shaft pulsing, throbbing, the stirring deep inside, his own spasms, he quickly steps back, his shaft gruffly jerking from between her trembling thighs as he lets go of his grip of her purplish breast. Quickly stepping toward the front of the gurney, feverously stroking his cock in his hand as the pre cum oozes, drips across his thigh, sliding the throbbing head of his shaft against the bright red, glistening ‘O’ ring, ramming inward, stretching the hard rubber oval, he feels his cock throbbing, pulsing as he forces more then half the thick meat past the elongated ring as the first ejaculation explodes, erupts into her gagging throat as her naked body arches, bounces above the gurney with her fists clenching, her breasts flailing.
His orgasm erupting in torrents, the cum pulsing through his shaft, exploding into her stretched mouth a second time, a third time, the hot, thick fluid gushes down her throat as she gags, grunts through the overflowing ‘O’ ring. Her naked body jerking, bucking in her restraints, his hips jerk, quiver as he reaches out, grabs both mounds, grips tight as he holds his hips firmly in place, allows the spasms of his cock to play out, his cum to drain, fill her mouth, her gagging throat.
A couple deep breaths as he relaxes, her predicament’s just the opposite. Her contorted breasts presses upwards in his hands as she continues to grunt, gag, her arching body gyrating as she struggles for air, for just a breathe. Trying to beg, plead through rasping grunts gurgling from the stretched ring, her naked body convulses as she’s obviously panicking, losing consciousness. Sliding his hips slowly back, he lets his cock slide back from the tightness of the bright red ring still compressed around his throbbing meat as he hears the sucking vacuum of her throat, the gasping of air rushing into her mouth as her stomach ripples, her rasping breaths whizzing through the drenched ‘O’ ring spewing saliva, cum.
Stepping back, a white towel to wipe with, he watches her glistening body still trembling, quivering across the gurney as she’s finally catching her breath, either swallowing or spewing the remnants of his load as she coughs. Dropping the towel to the floor, opening the door he shuts it behind him as he leaves the room thinking so much for her pleasure, time to get serious with her treatment.
Chapter Three
Struggling to breathe, the sticky, salty taste filling her mouth, mixing and oozing with the saliva from the ‘O’ ring, her body aches, glistens as it stretches across the gurney. The mask covering her eyes, the darkness compounds her anguish as she feels her thighs still trembling. Sexually assaulted, forced to swallow cum, her heart pounds in her chest, the straps gripping her wrists, ankles as she anxiously jerks at them beneath the gurney. Her mind racing, terrified, she can’t help agonizing over her treatment, what’s going to happen to her next in her darkness as she can hear the door opening again, people entering, the sounds of the foot beats stepping briskly toward her.
Her arms gripped, ankles next, her restraints are quickly loosened, her body twisted, contorted, flipped across onto her stomach. Hands manipulating her, bowing her shoulders back as she’s arched backwards, her breasts barely scrape back and forth across the gurney as the front sides of her thighs are spread apart across the flat surface. Her butt cheeks spreading as her knees are shackled to either side of the gurney, her elbows are drawn up above her head, her wrists forced down behind her neck against her shoulders as a set of short bamboo shunts formed into a crude ‘X’ are pressed between her raised arms and the back of her neck. Her shoulders are forced to bow even further back as ropes are looped across her arms just above her armpits, wrapped around her crisscrossed wrists and drawn tightly together against the makeshift bamboo cross.
Held with her body in a semi-arch position, a final length of rope’s looped between her wrists across the bamboo shunts and roughly dragged back to the edge of the gurney, jerking, bowing her back, thrusting her bare torso outward with each tug. Her naked body’s slowly forced into a painful arch until her bare breasts thrust straight out, swaying, spreading apart. Twisting her neck back and forth, fists clenching, she struggles for breath as the attendants continue to adjust, align her arms up and behind her naked body as she’s bowed even further backwards until all the ropes are firmly set and tied off.
The doctor back in his office, he catches the end of the activity on the main monitor. Standing next to his swiveling chair, watching the attendants, he stares toward her contorted image as they finish preparing her for her next treatment. Crystal clear on the HD screen, he watches as she’s forced to face toward the monitor’s camera on the rolling gurney. Arched and bowed; her naked body presented for the more painful portion of her day’s treatment, an attendant steps toward her right side. A hickory switch in hand being slowly flicked back and forth, the brine flicks from its tip as he positions himself. Her breasts jaunting obscenely outward, firm, globular, the nipples jiggling as they spread apart, they’re obviously the target.
‘Thwack!’
“Aaagghhh!” The sound of the switch smacking across bare flesh, the guttural grunt through the glistening ‘O’ ring and the first red welt instantly rises across the outer curve of her right breast. The pain searing, her breast pulsing from the stinging, brine drenched switch; the aches of her bindings quickly fade as her attention’s drawn to her bouncing globe.
‘Thwack!’
“Uumph!... Gaaad!” A backhanded flick of the flexing switch, its damp tip curling around the outer portion of her other breast, barely catching the thick nub of the nipple, and she grunt’s as her body arches even further back, both breasts bouncing, swaying with welts streaking across both quivering globes. Tears welling behind the mask, the excruciating burn of the second switching tearing into the tender flesh of her puckering nipple, she gasps, sucks in air as her heartbeat thumps in her thrust out chest.
‘Thwack!... Thwack!.............. Thwack!.......Thwack!!’
“Aaaggghhh…Aaagg….Aag… Aaaggghhhhh!!” Four quick, inconsistent flicks, back and forth, again back and forth as the switch bends, bows in the gripping fist. Specks of brine spray the air as all four lashings are centered across the puckering nipples jiggling out from her swaying breasts as hoarse screams gurgle through the saliva drenched ‘O’ ring crunching between her gnawing teeth. Crude ‘X’s instantly rise across both areolas, one burrowed into a nub as her glistening body jerks, contorts in her restraints, her unprotected breasts flailing from side to side between her hollowed armpits beading with perspiration mixing with body oil.
The stinging sensations resonating across her chest as she gasps for breathe, the slashes across her nipples even more searing, her teeth gripping the harsh rubber ring as her fists curl, twist behind her bowed neck, the pain’s blinding. Arched back into her impossible position, the darkness of the mask just adding to the torment, her chest throbs with each escalating heartbeat as she hasn’t the faintest she’s just being introduced to her treatments with the switch. Grunting through the gag, her fists clenching, unclenching, her fingernails digging into her palms, her breasts feel on fire. The crimson welts burning across her naked flesh, pulsing with each pounding heartbeat, she feels the wetness between her spread thighs, the trickle of urine as she unsuccessfully struggles to press, force her thighs together.
A half dozen red welts already glistening on the monitor’s screen as the doctor watches, absorbed with her treatment, he barely has time to sit, lean back as another half dozen’s delivered, more deliberate, more carefully placed causing her stretched body to gyrate, her thighs to bounce across the flat metal. Mounting welts glistening off her naked breasts, the attendant repositioning himself, another drawn out half dozen lashings are applied as the purplish welts crisscross, layer atop layer as the red welts surround her glistening globes flailing, slamming together, bouncing apart, their outer curves, across the nipples as her glistening body contorts, bucks across the gurney.
Watching her naked body jerking, saliva drooling, dripping across her arched chest as yet another couple harsh flicks of the curling, flexing switch dance directly across the nubs of her bare nipples, burrowing, flattening the nubs into her bruising flesh as her chest arches outwards, he notices the black blindfold’s loosened, barely covering her eyes just above her flailing nostrils as her head jerks back and forth between her arched back shoulders, her body starting to reflexively twitch. Reaching across the desk in front of him, he buzzes the room, watches the attendant lower the damp switch as he glances toward the monitor’s camera up on the wall, and slowly nods. Enough for her today, after all, there’s others waiting in line for their individual, catered treatment in the asylum.
End Part Four
|
|
|