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ASYLUM TALES
Part Nine
Eileen has just made her first end of the week excursion to the asylum. Leaving late in the evening, well after the end of visiting hours and after an in depth ‘consultation’ with the Doctor to reinforce her already programmed treatments, registering for the night at a nearby motel that happens to have connections with the asylum’s administration, she subconsciously abides to his subliminal instructions.
Chapter One
Stepping out of the steaming bathroom after her lingering shower, dropping the empty hair tint package into the overnight bag, slipping the damp towel from her hair, neatly folding it until it forms an almost perfect square, adjusting, aligning each corner, she finally places it on the still made up bedspread across the king sized mattress. Unwrapping the fluffy white terrycloth body towel covering her bare breasts, slipping it from around her hips, meticulously folding it, adjusting it into a perfect square and setting it next to the matching smaller towel, she steps toward the vanity, sits, positions herself squarely on the stool facing its mirror.
Staring toward her reflection, she ignores her naked image with the trio of glistening rings, even oblivious to the fresh blonde strands of her damp hair, now a stark contrast of its naturally dark color as it flows in tangled strands down across her shoulders. Momentarily hesitating before she reaches into the still open satchel given to her before leaving the institution, she retrieves a set of non-prescription contact lenses in their plastic carrying container. Tilting her head back, almost mechanically applying a couple of eye drops carefully dripped into each eye, she places the blue tinted lenses carefully across her dark pupils one at a time.
Blinking several times, fluffing her tangling hair as she lets the damp, clinging ends slip behind her back, she reaches down into the canvas bag for the makeup kit. Carefully assorting the numerous items across the vanity, again in an almost calculated sequence, she begins the process by slowly applying the foundation. Methodically working her way to the eyeliner, lipstick, her eyes remaining focused on the mirror; she’s finally satisfied with the results. Removing the items from the vanity and back into the small satchel, placing it back inside the overnight bag, she remains silent as she rummages through, retrieves a roll of duct tape and a pair of clear plastic stiletto heels. Placing the stilettos on the carpet next to the edge of the vanity, she silently concentrates on the fresh full roll of tape.
Unopened, still in its clear package, slowly using her long fingernails to unwrap the cellophane, she lays the silver colored roll on the dresser as she neatly folds the crinkled wrapping and places it back inside the duffel bag. Casually twisting around on the stool, picking up the tape, finding its edge, she bends over and stretches the end of the two inch wide strip around her legs just above her ankles. Breasts swaying, nipples flattening, their rings brushing across her thighs as she manipulates the unwinding tape, stretching, wrapping two, three circles of the silver strands completely around both legs, she carefully tears the strip in two.
Smoothing the glistening tape around the bottoms of her calves with the palms of both hands, sliding her bare buttocks further outward on the stool, she again grips the fresh end of the roll and begins jerkily wrapping it around her thighs just above the knees. Another couple full circles neatly aligned as her knees press together and she uses her fingernails to tear the tape in two. Turning, glancing back into the mirror while unraveling the fresh end of the duct tape, she holds it toward her face, stretches the tape across her lips just below her nostrils. Circling beneath her damp strands of hair, stretching the tape from the roll a few halting inches at a time, wrapping it slowly around her face a second, third time, the tape also covers her chin as it disappears beneath her hair before she again tears at it, dividing and flattening it with her fingers.
Stretching another length of tape out from the roll, giving a couple crisp jerks as a foot or so spreads out, she tears it off and lays the roll back on the top of the vanity. Wrapping an end around her left wrist, pressing her forearms together across the tops of her damp thighs, staring down between her shimmering bare breasts, she manipulates the tape around her wrists, uses her fidgeting fingers to spread the tape around both. Finally getting the tape flattened as best she can, twisting on the stool, she leans forward while reaching downward. Breasts again flattening across her thighs as her body twists, squirms, her hands are barely able to scrap past her toes as she arches her back forward while bending her knees. Twisting her ankles, she struggles to force her taped wrists beneath her feet, finally past her heels. Slowly standing, shoulders arching back with her breasts swaying apart, her wrists slide up behind her calves, up past her thighs until she’s finally able to stand upright, her taped wrists slipping up across her butt cheeks toward the small of her back.
Slowly turning toward the mirror, she again catches the reflection of herself, her now bound image. The duct tape gleaming, her naked body evenly tanned, the mounted rings glisten as her bare breasts thrust out unconcealed in firm globular mounds from between the thick strands of golden hair brushing down across the fronts of both arched back shoulders. The jiggling rings on the nubs of her nipples pointing apart from her separating breasts as her torso thrusts outward, the areolas just a shade or so darker then her tit flesh remain smooth, flat as the faintest outlines of purplish veins trace just beneath the surfaces of her breast’s taut flesh.
Almost unrecognizable, her made over blue eyes and blond hair just adds to the overall surreal image staring back at her as subconsciously her transformation still doesn’t register as to what she’s done to herself since checking into the motel. Glancing down toward the pair of clear stiletto style heels sitting next to the vanity, slipping the toes of her left, then right foot into the shoes, she glances over toward the dresser. Tiptoeing, balancing as she tries to move her feet, she’s barely able to haltingly step across the carpet without falling. Breasts bouncing, knees bending, she half hops, half shuffles until she can tilt the front of a shoulder against the mahogany wall cabinet. Twisting, turning, leaning her head back until it touches, she straightens and presses her backside against the flat surface of the wooden panel. Staring toward the door, she silently waits, just as the doctor programmed her to do.
Chapter Two
The room quiet, the time passing, Eileen silently, obediently leans back against the cabinet, standing in place until the door slowly opens. A light complexioned, raven haired woman stepping in, softly shuts the door behind her while glancing around the room. Attired in a black leather and lace outfit consisting of a short mini-dress connected to her full leather bra by the midriff lace, her bright red lipstick and matching fingernails sharply contrast with her pale skin, with what appears to be a permanent frown covering her face.
Stepping forward, stopping in front of Eileen, the woman even in heels not quite as tall, casually reaches out with her right hand, slips her spreading fingers across the smooth areola of Eileen’s thrust out left breast, a fingernail slipped between the loop of the ring. Concentrating on the bare globe, letting her red manicured thumbnail drift across the soft raised nub of the nipple, circling, rotating the fingernails around the outline of the smooth areola, she presses the sharpened tip of the thumbnail inward, indenting the nipple, forcing the ring inward, deeply into the surrounding areola. Still silence, she reaches upwards with her left hand, cups, lifts the breast upwards while squeezing, forcing it into a fuller globe.
Glaring up into Eileen’s now blue but distant eyes, squeezing a little harsher, letting her nail imprint ever deeper, she remains stoic as she rotates her wrist, twists the firm mound of tit flesh in her gripping hand as the pierced nipple disappears beneath the pressing thumbnail. Glancing across toward Eileen’s other bare breast, tilting her head; she slips her tongue back and forth across that protruding nipple ring before sucking it inward between her lips, grating her teeth across the hardening nub, and clamping down.
“Oomph!... Aggghhh!… Humph!”
The first audible sounds escapes Eileen’s covered lips as her nipple’s chewed on, the ring clenched between the gnawing teeth scrapping back and forth. “Oomph”
Tilting her head back, the imprints of her teeth across the glistening nub, the woman steps back a step, releases her grip on Eileen’s other breast, watches it bounce, sway as the nub of that nipple presses outward, indented by the thumbnail. A smile, more of a smirk, and raising her hand, she loudly snaps her fingers, twice.
Jerking in her taped bindings, leaning back with her aching nipples jaunting outward, Eileen shockingly stares momentarily toward the woman, then down between her bare breasts, toward her own naked body, the duct tape wrapping around her legs. Hands, fingers twisting, feeling the sticking tape compressed around her wrists, grunting, her back scrapes across the cabinet as she nearly falls, catches herself as her ankles scrape together. Heart pounding, seeing the strange blonde strands of hair flicking down across her shoulders, breasts, she realizes she’s somehow being manipulated again, unable to resist what’s happening to her.
Feeling the woman’s fingers slipping between her pressed thighs, the fingertips tugging at the clit ring, the thumb pressing against the nub of her clit, twisting, stroking, massaging, Eileen twists her head back and forth as she presses it against the cabinet, her mind racing, stomach churning.
“You want that pussy caressed… Don’t you?” The woman scowls as she slips her other hand across the mouth tape, jerks it down toward Eileen’s chin. Then, reaching her hand down between the quivering thighs, lets those fingers find Eileen’s puckered rectum, a finger nail probing inward. “You can answer me now… You want to be fucked… Don’t you… You whore!”
Squinting her eyes shut, nibbling on a remnant of tape adhering to her freed lower lip, feeling the sensual pressure on her over sensitive clit, the tingling sensations already surging clear to her womb, the constant tugging of the ring, the squeezing of the manipulating fingers, Eileen can’t stop her arching body from trembling, feels her hips quivering as her clit throbs, aches. Unable to control her emotions, the sensations of her orifices being manipulated, massaged, masturbated, her breathing becomes heavier, her hips beginning to grind across the cabinet as she arches forward, her bare breasts swaying in rhythm while the working fingers delve pleasurably deeper even as her mind shouts no inside her head.
“Ooohhh…. Ahhhhh!…. Ummph!” Groaning, grunting as her naked body spasms, the feelings can’t be suppressed, becomes almost overwhelming as she fights the urge to ask, no, to beg, to plead… To be fucked… And… To be whipped, to have her breasts, her vagina flogged, until she can’t stop from blurting out, shouting. “Oh God!... Oh please!... Please!... Fuck… Yes… Fuck me!”
Still manipulating with both her hands, now a smile as she twists the clit ring, rams the finger two knuckles deep between the quivering sphincter muscles, she rasps. “What… What else do you want done with you besides that?... Want to be fucked huh?... What else do you want done to you?... I know there’s more!” A finger tip burrowing ever deeper into the puckered rectum, the clit ring being tugged, twisted as the clit’s stretched and manipulated, the woman rasps. “I said… What else do you crave while you’re being fucked?... If you want fucked… What else?… Answer me!”
“Yes!... Oh yes!... And… And…Whip… Whip me!” She grunts, blurts out, unable to hold back as she feels her insane urge for pain as her clit’s manipulated, aches, throbs. Hearing her own voice begging, unable to stop herself as her knees tremble, her thighs quiver, it’s like someone else’s voice begging for pain. “And whip me… My tits… And… And… My pussy… Hurt me!... Oh my God!... Whip me all over… Hurt my tits while I’m being fucked!!... Pleeeaaaase!”
“Well then… That’s just as I thought!” The woman smirks. “I’m sure we can handle that for you!... But I’ll need some help.” Slipping her hands off the twisting clit ring, upwards toward the tape, pressing it again across Eileen’s quivering lips, she stretches it behind her neck before turning away and stepping over to the vanity. Retrieving the roll of duct tape, unrolling it a couple inches at a time in short jerking motions, she steps back with it. Glancing into Eileen’s widening bluish eyes, watching her trembling body arching back against the flat wood, she stretches a piece across her face and spreads it across her eyes as she speaks. “First… Let’s finish up with the tape.” Tearing off another strip, she flattens it across the first. Turning Eileen’s trembling body partially around, ripping off a longer stretch of tape, wrapping it around her arms just above her elbows; she forces her to arch her shoulders back, to thrust her chest out even further.
Satisfied, turning her back toward the cabinet, stepping over to the motel phone and laying the remainder of the roll down, dialing, having a brief conversation, she quickly hangs up, dials another call with another quick conversation. Stepping over to a reclining chair, sitting back in it while crossing her legs, glancing over Eileen’s naked, taped body arching back against the wooden panel, the nipple rings standing out, jiggling, she smirks. “Have a little patience… You’re going to get just what you begged for real soon… And then some!”
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