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ASYLUM TALES
Part Seven
Chapter One
Sunday, it’s the third day of Eileen’s visit of the asylum. Two long nights of abuse, humiliation and the doctor has more plans for her as the day begins. Starting with even more intense therapy, basically adding another layer of hypnosis, he’s satisfied with her indoctrination into his realm of total subjugation. An appointed once a week visit, preferably on weekends for personal therapy and she’ll remain his patient for whatever time frame he desires, but for now, there’s the rest of the final day to use, humiliate her, to let her know to what dark depths of despair she’s going to sink.
Watching the monitor of her showering, preparing herself as she’s been programmed to do, he leans back in his chair, glances toward the other room’s surveillance monitors, their occupants. In various stages of torment, anxiety, the others are all younger, late teens to early twenties. Today they’re a little luckier, a day of rare rest as he focuses his attention on Eileen.
Stepping out of the shower, freshly shaven from the neck down, the outlines of the leather straps are still somewhat visible across her bare flesh from the wearing of the bondage gear. The silver rings glistening, jiggling from both her nipples and clit as they remain attached, she towels herself off with the oversized white cloth towel before sitting in front of the vanity, combing her hair straight back, wrapping it in a tight bun behind her head. Commencing with applying her makeup, totally oblivious to the tenderness, the aches of the fresh piercings, her only thoughts seem to be of preparing herself.
Methodical in her demeanor with her unblinking eyes focused on the mirror, she slowly applies the foundation, the eye shadow, the highlights and finally the lipstick. Finished, lowering her arms toward her sides, she sits, and waits. Minutes passing, over a half an hour, she continues to sit motionless, staring toward her image in the mirror. Finally, the door opening, an orderly enters.
“Time for your session with the Doctor.” He orders. “Follow me.”
Without hesitation, standing, following him out the door into the hallway, she obeys, oblivious to being completely naked. Past several doors, past the desk with a few assistant’s milling about, she’s led to the Doctor’s office. A tap on the door, the orderly opening it, she’s led inside to face him beside the desk. The orderly quietly shutting the door behind him leaves the two alone in the room.
“Kneel.” The doctor’s voice calm but assertive, directs her as he points toward the carpet in front of him as he adds. “Squat with your hands behind your head and arch and expose your total nakedness to me.”
Squatting, knees spreading apart, fingers twitching while interlocked behind her neck, she stares straight ahead as she arches her elbows back. Breasts thrusting outward, the folds of her puffy labium gaps between her taut thighs. The three recently mounted rings glisten from their fresh piercings as he holds the palm of his hand outwards, allows the gleam to reflect in her unblinking eyes. Already obedient, functioning without thinking, she stares at his hand, listens to his soft, soothing voice as he speaks, instructs her, his words filling her mind.
A couple, three minutes passing, he lowers his hand, sits back in his reclining chair. Slowly rocking, he glances over her smooth, freshly shaven flesh, glistening, not yet marred by the taste of the lash. Looking directly into her unblinking eyes, slipping the object from the palm of his hand into his trouser’s pocket, he’s satisfied that she’s ready.
“Eileen… I’ve some questions of you… A series of questions… Answer honestly…. Understand?”
The faintest of a nod as her naked body gently bows, her lips quivering as they part, she virtually whispers. “Yeeeees.”
Before we start… When I snap my fingers twice, you will awaken… Fully alert… But… You will remain as you are, motionless, unable to move… Even to blink… To speak…. Until I instruct you to do so… Understand?”
“Yes.”
“When I snap my fingers once… You will again be asleep, but still respond and obey me immediately and completely…. Understand?”
Again a barely noticeable nod, her body slowly twisting, her thighs trembling as her feet point apart on the balls of her feet as she rasps. “Yeeees.”
“Good… Then let’s get started… Remember… Completely honest, without hesitation… And you will fully comprehend what I’m asking.”
Again leaning forward, staring into her dark eyes, her expressionless, but perfectly made up face, he begins his interrogation. “You have obviously fantasized like everyone does… Haven’t you Eileen?”
“Fantasize?... Ye… Yes… I… I guess.” Still a low, barely audible voice, her lips hardly part as she remains unblinking.
“I said… You’ve had bondage fantasies, haven’t you?”
“Huh… Huh?… No… No… I… I… Don’t thi…..”
“Don’t lie… Be truthful… Completely truthful.” He orders as he reaches across the desk, picks up a black leather riding crop, holds it in front of her staring eyes. “Answer immediately or I will use this crop across those rings piercing your tits… Understand?”
“Yes… Yes… I understand.” She answers, still the hazed expression, but inside understanding every threatening word.
“Good then.” He nods, letting the crop smack across his palm a couple times, the sound echoing across the room. “Let’s start over… Have you ever fantasized about being subjected to any sort of bondage?”
“Oh… I… I……… Noooo!... I don’t thi…...”
“Thwack!’ Flipping the crop with his wrist, the tip glancing off the right nipple ring, he repeats. “No hesitation I said!... And don’t lie!”
“Oomph!.... Okay… Yes… Yes… A little… A… A long time… Time ago!”
“That’s better.” He smiles, watching the ‘O’ ring jiggling, the tip of her nipple turning a light crimson shade with just a tinge of blood from the fresh piercing. “Now then… Ever fantasize about… Whips… Spankings?... Your titties whipped like this?”
“I… I…….”
‘Thwack…Thwack!’ Left nipple, right nipple, the crop flexes, flicks back and forth.
“Oomph… Agghhh!... Yes … Yes, a spanking… Yes!” She blurts, her breasts bouncing, both nipples dripping a speck or two of fresh blood as the rings jiggle off her outthrust breasts.
“You’ve masturbated while fantasizing, haven’t you?”
“Oh no...... I… I mean… Uh huh… I’ve masturbated some!... Yes… Yes… Okay!” She blurts out, quickly learning what he wants to hear as she sucks her stomach in, her body barely twisting as her aching breasts swaying away from the crop. “Yes!”
Crop firmly gripped in his right hand, reaching out with his left, he snaps his fingers once, a second time. Watching her expression, her glazed pupils visually adjusting, he leans back as her eyes begin to dart, glance toward him, toward the crop, then down toward her aching breasts still swaying out from off her arched torso. Her body trembling, observing her trying to will herself to move her hands, her legs, even her head, he smiles, flicks the crop back and forth just in front of her flushing face.
“That’s the girl… You will stay… Stay squatting just like you are… Watch the crop.” The words barely spoken, arching the crop back with his free hand, he lets the willowy leather jump outward; snap lightly across the upper curve of her globular breast. ‘Thwack!’ Twisting slightly in his chair as it swivels, he adds. “Now for your other tit… This time harsher, across the nipple.” Bending, flicking the crop toward her other breast, he adds just a little more bow to it. ‘Thwack!’
“Oomph!” A yelp escaping her lips, her breasts bouncing, swaying, her widening eyes glare downward toward the glistening red welt streaking across the curving mound of the swaying globe, just a trickle of fresh blood from the piercing. Tears dripping down her cheeks, off her chin, her eyes again raise, glance pleadingly toward his as her entire body trembles, shakes as she balances, alternating on the balls, the heels of her spreading feet.
“Now… This one’s right up your slit… Right across that pierced clit.” He warns as he leans forward, his face just inches from hers as he again bends the crop, positions it just a few inches below her spread vagina. “One… Two.” Drawing the next lashing sadistically out, watching her eyes widen, the tears welling, he finishes. “Three!” Still holding the crop tight, flexing his wrist, grinning as she squints her eyes, he adds. “And Four!” Her body practically jerking, she grunts as his hand releases the tip. ‘Thwack!’
“Aaaggghhh!” Almost a scream, her body somehow remains upright as her knees flex, her thighs spread even wider apart, perspiration beading, glistening across her bare flesh. Trembling, tilting, finally catching herself, she maintains her spread pose even as she attempts to cover herself, to protect her pulsing breasts.
“Can’t help yourself, can’t cover those tits either, can you?” He scoffs as he watches her halting jerks as she can’t break from her pose. Leaning forward, he flicks the tip of the crop across the under globe of her left breast. ‘Thwack!’ The chair swiveling sideways he flicks the crop a second time. ‘Thwack!’
“Humph…. Ohhhh!” A couple more red welts, her glistening breasts swaying, her body reflexively tenses as streaks of perspiration begin crisscrossing her bare chest, her hollowing stomach. ‘Thwack!... Thwack!.... Thwack!... Thwack!’
“Aaaaagggghhhh!” Left breast, right breast, back and forth, the crop slices across her outthrust mounds, glances off the jerking nipple rings as her naked body arches, twists back and forth, her fingers still tightly locked behind her craning neck as her eyes remain transfixed on her tortured chest. “Ooooommmpphhh!”
“Now.” He addresses her as he lowers the crop. “Now I think you understand that you’re under my control at all times… I can do whatever I want with you… I can even make you do whatever I want you to do… To yourself…. Anytime… Anywhere… Do you understand me?”
Eyes swollen, reddened, tears streaking down off her cheeks, she can barely nod her head as her heartbeat thumps in her chest, each beat pulsing though her aching breasts, her bruised clit.
Sliding the chair forward, slipping his trousers down, he glances down at his stiffening shaft. Glancing back into her staring eyes, he orders. “Okay… You’re free to move now… Mount it and fuck me, or we’ll continue working those tits some more.”
Feeling her fingers able to finally slip apart behind her neck, her knees aching as she slowly, painfully stands; she takes a miniscule step toward him, her arms dropping downward as she obviously realizes she has no choice but to obey.
“No!.... Hands behind your head still … Push those tits out in my face and fuck me like you mean it.”
Quickly raising her arms in obedience, again interlocking her fingers against the back of her neck, she steps forward as her quivering knees still ache. Clumsily straddling his thighs while her breasts sway and the rings jiggle, she squats across his lap as he grips his shaft, helps guide the swollen head between her spread labium, scrapping across the twisting ‘O’ ring dragging her clit inward along his stretching foreskin as he plows inward.
Feeling his hot, thick shaft ramming inward, stretching the tight walls of her vagina, she grunts as she feels his hands on her thighs, forcing her body downward across his impaling cock. Dropping, sinking even lower until she feels her vagina engulfed, her thighs pressing against his, she closes her eyes, twists her head to the side as she feels his mouth surrounding a ring on an aching breast, his tongue flicking across her pulsing nipple, his teeth nibbling the nub and ring simultaneously. Her hips pressed across his legs, feeling his hands slipping around her bare thighs, his fingers gripping her below her waist, she feels the pressure of the palms of his hands lifting upwards, the girth of his cock sliding back out as her butt cheeks are raised upward off his lap until the crown of his shaft again chaffs across her pierced clit.
Her breast still being sucked, the engorging nipple nibbled on, her shoulders arch back as she again feels the weight of her body slamming downward, her butt flattening across his lap as his swelling cock impales her, burrows deep inside her stretching vagina, the throbbing head pressing against her womb. Clenching her fingers behind her neck, biting her lip as she grunts to herself, she again feels his hands lifting upward across her butt cheeks, her thighs separating from his.
“Your turn… Start fucking me now… Just like that!”
Hearing his muffled command as he momentarily slips his mouth from her aching breast, she feels his hands sliding away from her thighs, his fingers circling, cupping her breasts, melding, twisting the tender flesh as his teeth again clamps down between her ’O’ ring and her nipple as her tit flesh bulges in his grasp.
Bracing herself, feeling her trembling knees bending as they bow, she lets herself drop, his seemingly ever thickening shaft ramming upward. The engorged crown of his cock flattening against her womb, her stretched clit grinding across his invading foreskin as her vagina’s stretched, consumed by his pulsing shaft, she jerks her head back, grunts. “Oomph!” Another twist of her head, she forces herself jerkily upwards, her knees quivering as she struggles to straighten up. Feeling the girth of his cock dragging the stretching walls of her vagina outward, she arches forward as her pierced nipple stretches downward between his tugging teeth.
Her body tensing, stomach flexing as she’s taking deep breaths, she again drops downward; letting her knees spread again, her butt cheeks to flatten across his thighs. Her clit again being twisted, stretching in the grinding ‘O’ ring, again the head of his shaft pounding against her womb, she grunts even louder, longer. “Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!”
Fists gripping her breasts, raised, lowered, raised again, dropped again, she bounces up and down on his lap, grunting, groaning with each bounce as her head bobs, her shoulders arch back. Eyes glazing, staring down into his, her glistening body trembles, abs ripple as she gasps for breath, rides his cock. “Aahhhh….Auuggghhh…. Aaahhhh!”
Up and down, each thrust harsher; each penetration deeper, her body uncontrollably shudders with her fingernails digging into her flexing palms as her hands spread apart. Twisting, contorting, grunting, groaning, her body bucks up and down, up and down, guided by her twisted, bulging breasts in his gripping fists. Feeling his cock pulsing, throbbing, his sperm spurts, exploding deep inside her as her hips grind across his, his hands tugging downward, holding her thighs against his.
Arching back, her hands still together once again as her arms slump back, she feels the quivering in her womb, the wetness between her legs, his cock pulsing, shooting his load. Breasts still squeezed, stretching in his fists as she’s still leaning back, she hears his voice as she’s tugged forward, sits upright.
“Get use to this… It’s… Going to be part… Of your weekly… Therapy.” He grunts, also searching for breath. Holding her upright, staring into her glazed eyes, he continues. “Time to clean you up… Have a couple assistants scrub you good inside and out… Then we’ll have a final little session before I send you home.” Dropping his hands from her glistening breasts, he adds. “We’ll have to finish programming you before we let you leave tonight… Anytime you have sex, you’ll want to be flogged, to be bound, to be humiliated.” He explains as she just stares at him. “You won’t have a choice… You’ll be programmed in your sub-consciousness… I just wanted you to know… While you’re coherent.”
Lifting her off his lap, having her kneel in front of him, he finishes. “Before you leave the grounds we have to let you have a reason for those piercings and rings… After all, they’re just the beginning of what you’re going to be experiencing with your visits to the asylum… There’s all kinds of things I can think up to do with that body of yours, not to mention that mind, okay?” Raising his hand, he snaps his fingers.
End Part Seven
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