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ASYLUM TALES
Part Six
An evening at the asylum, the doctor subjecting her to who knows what, Eileen finds herself the next morning on a shopping trip in the seedier part of town. The past day not even a memory, she’s about to make her purchases and return to the institution, all under the doctor’s control.
Chapter One
The unrelenting urge to enter the seedy shop irritates Eileen as for the third or even forth time she paces hesitantly under the flashing awning, past the display windows separated by what was once a bright green double door store entrance. Now the glass and paneled wood frame’s faded and pealing, just adding to the stereotypical facade of a sleazy adult store with the sex toys, bondage gear and paraphernalia displayed on the unkempt storefront shelves half lit up by the flickering incandescent lighting. Peeking inside as the door remains partially open as a punker with his Goth girlfriend exit, glancing in a plastic bag with whatever they bought amusing them, she finds herself looking up and down the sidewalk a final time, unable to refrain from stepping inside the store.
Narrow isles, stuffed shelves, and the smell of old cigarette smoke, almost a damp, musty atmosphere consumes the entire shop as she steps past the T-shirted overweight man at the front counter and toward the usual sex toys, the rows of magazines, their covers ranging from soft porn to serious sadomasochistic themes. Eyes down, avoiding contact with the few people milling about, she seems drawn to the back side of the shop, toward the big ‘S&M’ sign displayed across the bondage department separated by a partially closed black curtain. Slowly making her way back, spreading one side of the curtain with an arm, she finds herself facing several mannequins displaying various items of bondage regalia.
A couple male mannequins to one side, a trio of female silhouettes line the back wall of the not very large area. Stepping past the typical macho man mannequin, leather straps, chaps and biker cap, she steps next to the bound and shackled submissive male, real handcuffs, some sort of restraints affixed to his privates, a painful appearing display. Almost blushing, turning as if to see if anyone’s watching her, her eyes are drawn toward the female forms, the almost lifelike mannequins displayed as a Dominatrix and a pair of obvious submissives.
“Help ye… Hon?”
Startled, turning, facing a tattooed youthful woman, biker shirt, blue jeans with chains gleaming through the belt loops, the voice matches her appearance. Butch cropped reddish hair, the darkish makeup and purple lipstick, she fits right in as a store employee.
“Into kinky shit?... You look the type to be one of those two.” She nods, and not toward the Dominatrix. “What’s your name?”
Feeling the warmth spreading across her face, her heart picking up a beat as she can’t believe she’s even in this place, glancing toward the three female mannequins, she can’t seem to find an answer, yet she can’t just bring herself to leave as she quietly answers. “Eileen… My… My name’s Eileen.”
“Eileen huh?” The girl smiles as she closes the black curtain. “Yeh… Okay Eileen, that’s what I thought by just looking at you… We’ve been expecting you.”
“Expect... You’ve what?” She almost stutters. “I’ve… I’ve never been around here before.”
“No, but you have a niece in… In, shall we say… In treatment.” The girl smiles while stepping toward the female silhouettes. Sliding a long black fingernail across a nipple ring piercing one of the mannequin’s bare breasts between the rows of chains crisscrossing the life like chest she nods. “We’ve been instructed to help you pick out a couple outfits for your next visitation.”
“Wha…What you mean?... I… I didn’t even know I wa……..”
“Was what?... Coming here?” The girl butts in, giving a tug and a twist on the gold jewelry. “Believe me… Doc knew!... Why on earth do you think you’re here?” A condescending smile, flipping open a dark cell phone with a quick punch of a key and a moment or so of silence, an acknowledging nod, she reaches the phone outward. “Here.”
Reflexively accepting it, holding it toward her ear, Eileen’s face becomes almost ashen as she glances toward the girl while almost instantly becoming rigid, listens, nods her head once, twice, a third time as the one way conversation continues for a minute or so. Finally, her expression changes, her eyes becoming a blank stare as she lets the phone slip down toward her side.
Another smirk, the girl grunts. “Let me guess… He said that word…‘Naked’… Didn’t he?” Reaching out, taking the phone from Eileen’s grip, lifting the phone to her own ear, another nod and she shuts it while sliding it down in her hip pocket. “Okay Eileen… Let’s start with those tits first…. Bare ‘em.”
The blank gaze, unfastening the blouse from the top down, Eileen’s shoulders arch back as her full breasts thrust outward beneath her stretching white bra as her fingers awkwardly work each button one at a time. The upper curves of her dark areolas barely poke above the bra’s cups as her blouse slips down past her arms, drops to the floor. Reaching up, unsnapping the bra’s trio of hooks one at a time, she allows the cups to slip apart, drop below her breasts as her globular melons gently bounce. The bra dropping to the floor, she lets her hands slide down across her thighs as she remains facing forward, glassy eyed.
A slow circling of Eileen’s seminude body, cupping a breast, a gentle squeeze, the girl lets her fingernail drift across the puckering nub of the thick nipple. Reaching down with her other hand, unsnapping the side button to the skirt, she tugs, stretches it down across Eileen’s curvy hips. “Let’s get this off… Take a look at that pussy of yours.” She grins as she lets the skirt ride down the bare thighs revealing the semi-thong panty. A couple more tugs, the panties and skirt bunched across Eileen’s shoes and her nude body glistens as she maintains her fixed posture.
Fingernail again gliding across bare flesh, the girl lets it slip up between the fleshy folds of Eileen’s labium. The tip of the nail pricking, twisting into the exposed nub of the clit, she can feel the naked body standing in front of her trembling, the clit quivering as she pinches it between thumb and finger. Her own body almost touching Eileen’s, leaning her face closer to her ear, the girl whispers. I understand you sucked the Doc’s cock… Let’s see how well you can also eat a pussy… Kneel and grab your ankles!”
Dropping to both knees, facing forward, Eileen obeys without hesitation as she reaches back, grips both ankles just above her shoes. Her breasts forced outward as they sway back and forth, the nipples jiggle, spread apart as she maintains a squatting position.
“Okay… Get ready to use that tongue.” The girl orders as she drops the blue jeans to her knees, exposes her bare flesh, the shaven vagina with a silver ring standing firmly out from deep on her clit. “You know where to start… Flick that ring… Then suck on it before poking that tongue inside my cunt.”
Pushing her hips forward, a grin on her face, the girl watches as Eileen leans her expressionless face against the front of her thighs. Feeling her tongue pressing across her vagina, the ring twisting her clit, she grips both hands across Eileen’s shoulders, pulls her forward a little further. “That’s it… Lick that pussy… Suck on it!” Pressing her hips across her face, grinding, feeling the tongue flattening the ring, enjoying the next couple minutes the girl can’t believe she’s actually having her cunt licked just from the doctor using the phone. Wanting to see Eileen’s expression when she realizes what she’s doing, hesitantly pulling back, she mutters. “Nude.”
Eyes blinking, face color transforming into a crimson glow, Eileen finds herself inches from the girl’s bare vagina, the taste of her on her tongue, in her mouth. Feeling the hands on her shoulders, glancing up into the smirking girl’s face, she feels the humiliation of staring at the girl’s bare vagina, of being naked herself, yet remaining obedient, not moving.
“What the Doc instruct you to do?” The girl smirks as she lets her fingers gently slide back and forth across Eileen’s shoulders. “Tell me?”
Blushing, fidgeting and glancing around the room as she continues to squat, she mumbles. “Obey… Obey you… To… To do what you tell me to do.” She answers as she feels herself trembling, glances down toward her naked breasts, her chest heaving, as for some reason she remains in her pose.
“Or what?” The girl smirks, letting her hands slip downward, her fingers slide across both thick nipples. “Or what Eileen?”
“Or… Or I’ll find myself walking out front and stripping naked on the street in front of everybody… And… And….”
“And what?” The girl grins as she tweaks the nipples firmly between her thumbs and forefingers, gives a crisp twist. “And what?”
“And play with my… And… And masturbate myself outside on the… The sidewalk!” She grunts as her breasts are stretched upwards, the nipples pressed between the girl’s long fingernails.
“You know he can make you do that… Don’t you?” The girl asks as she holds firm, slowly lifting her hands, stretching Eileen’s breasts even higher, forcing her thighs to rise upward from her squatting position. “He had you recall sucking his dick, swallowing his cum… Didn’t he?... Didn’t he Eileen?”
“Oh!… That… That hurts… Oh!… Yes… Yes… I… I remember… Yes!” The thoughts of chocking, of lapping his cum, of being abused flashes through her tangled thoughts, the remembrance of the abuse at the hands of the doctor while witnessing her niece’s torments. “Oh God… Yes, I remember… Yes!”
“Yes!... Oh… Yes!” The girl mimics, another tweak of the nipples as she lowers her hands somewhat. “And now you’re naked here…. Squatting like a good little girl, lapping my pussy… Aren’t you?... And you’ll obey me… Or you’ll do that thing outside where someone will probably call the cops and get you arrested and obviously committed for observation… And… Guess where?”
Tears streaking from her welling eyes, nodding as she glances at the fingernails digging into her compressed nipples, she slowly nods her head as she whimpers. “Yeh… Yes… Okay…. Okay!”
“Okay… Stand… Let’s take a look at these mannequins, how they’re decked out.” The girl orders as she releases Eileen’s breasts. “The pair of submissives there is attired with what I’ve personally picked out for your niece and you!... Take a close look.”
Slowly standing, crisscrossing her arms across her bare breasts, she nervously glances over toward the kneeling mannequins, the leather and straps, the ankle and wrist cuffs, especially the nipple rings, the sadistic attention to detail surrounding the vagina area, its piercings. Tears streaking down off her cheeks, dripping across her breasts, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as she gets an even closer terrifying look at the lifelike silhouettes.
“Yeh… When you get back to the asylum, you’ll look pretty good displaying these… Your niece too!” The girl scoffs as she lets a fingernail slip inside an ’O’ ring dangling from one of the submissive mannequin’s bare nipple. “You’ll both be modeling these outfits, and of course right down to the nipple and clit rings.” Glancing down at the other mannequin posed in the classic submissive position, knees spread apart on floor, hands behind neck with elbows back and a bright red ‘O’ ring spreading her lips apart, she teases. “Which outfit you want to wear back to the institution?... You can have your pick and I might even let you wear a coat over it when you leave the store if you behave.”
Glancing past the Dominatrix display, toward the pair of painfully attired mannequins; Eileen can only stare at her choices, again both sporting the usual and painful bondage paraphernalia of leather straps and chains, piercings and rings.
“Which is it?... He’s expecting you back soon!” The girl orders as she positions herself between the displays. “Pick quick or I will.”
Arms till crossed across her breasts, face flushed, heart pounding, she struggles with the realization she’s somehow nude in this seedy, adult store, staring back and forth at the strange girl, then toward the bondage gear that soon is going to be strapped to her naked flesh. Unable to comprehend how or why, she glances down toward her clothes spread across the floor, reaches down. “I… I want to… To leave… Let me…. Lea…..”
“Naked!”
Parking her sedan in the spot next to the elevator entrance in the asylum’s underground garage, retrieving the bag from the passenger seat, she steps from the car, secures the strap around her tan trench coat and walks to the elevator. Pressing the button, the doors parting, sliding open, she silently enters, presses another button. The elevator in motion she waits for the quiet cling of the elevator stopping, the doors sliding open before she steps into the hallway with bag in hand.
Walking silently past a handful of attendants near the floor’s main area, she steps toward the front of the doctor’s office door. Unwrapping the strap to her coat, dropping the coat down off her shoulders onto the floor, tapping on the stained glass, she faces him as the door swings inward.
“See you’re back Eileen, come in… Shut the door behind you.”
Turning, stepping behind his desk and setting back in the leather reclining chair he gives her a good onceover as she steps in front of the desk, lays the bag across it. “Turn, let’s get a good look at your new outfit.” He smiles as he slides the bag toward him, glances at its contents. Glancing back up, seeing the drool dripping across her nearly bare breasts from the bright red ‘O’ ring stretching her lips, he rocks slowly back in his chair as she slowly turns a full turn, becomes motionless again, arms down toward her sides. Also noticing the slight crimson trickles from both glistening ‘O’ rings freshly piercing her nipples, crisscrossing the narrow leather straps supporting her thrust out breasts, he glances further downward, toward her bare thighs, also with noticeable reddish streaks tracing down from her freshly pierced and ringed clit.
“I like the outfit, he speaks. “The black leather straps and silver ‘O’ rings look perfect on you.” Taking in her new look, the black straps crisscrossing her naked body, he decides to let her have her first look also, to let her realize what she now looks like. “Step over to that mirror on the wall Eileen… And face it… Then kneel and spread your arms behind your head.”
Obeying, silently stepping across the room, positioning herself as ordered, she hears the single word. “Nude!”
Eye’s widening, feeling the throbbing in her breasts and clit as the silver rings dangle from their piercings, moaning, she stares at the view of what appears to be the mannequin in the seedy store, but it’s not, it’s her.
End Part Six
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