4. Deena gets a new name
(Deena on Display)
Tuesday and Wednesday followed the same schedule as Deena's first day.
Prodding and probing, pleasure and pain... in a public place! Deena was
beginning to play her part well: Dr Mike Britten's compliant model, as he
demonstrated the attractions of a career in medicine. With Nurse Jenny's tuition
she was also becoming quite adept at setting up some of the medical equipment.
Yet, despite Deena's willingness, Dr Britten always seemed to find a
reason to swipe her with his cane during the lectures. It was like a joke, a
little double act done to amuse and retain the attention of the students. It
might have been a source of amusement for others but the cane still hurt Deena
as much as ever!
Deena's prisoner chains also stayed in place, despite her assurances
that she didn't intend to run away. It was the law, Nurse Jenny reminded her. In
fact, she had become used to the chains, and Dr Mike and the nurse always took
such good care of her that she begun to tolerate her almost continuous bondage.
On Wednesday evening Dr Mike, Nurse Jenny and Deena, their ever-obedient
patient, arrived at their fourth hotel in four nights. It was another roadside
motel; modern, comfortable but entirely lacking in character. One of hundreds in
the "Easy Virgin" hotel chain that had proliferated when the elderly Richard
Branson finally sold out to Stelios.
As usual Dr Mike handled the check-in arrangements at the reception desk
while Nurse Jenny and Deena stood chatting amiably at the other side of the
lobby. Despite the long exhausting day Nurse Jenny still managed to look
immaculate in her neat, pale blue, nurse's dress. Deena wore her regular sweater
and jeans, and of course her prisoner chains, wrist and ankle cuffs connected
by a long chain and held in place by a chain around her belly. Her initial shame
at being displayed in public in such a fashion just a few days ago had been
supplanted by a proud indifference to the stares of other hotel guests.
The young man behind the reception desk seemed flustered at the sight of
Deena standing across the lobby from him. His eyes kept drifting from attending
to the Doctor, his computer screen then back to Deena. It was understandable;
she was a pretty girl, and he, like many normal males, was aroused by the sight
of a pretty female in chains.
"...that's right, as I just said. Dr Mike Britten, Jenny Owen and Deena
Wilson!" The short-tempered doctor was becoming irritated by the young man's
dithering.
"Deena Wilson." The young man said slowly as if playing with the sound
of her name. He looked up again from his computer screen, staring at the two
women chatting a few metres away.
"I used to go to school with Deena," the young man quietly confessed to
Dr Britten. The Doctor seemed to ignore the comment. "We were only fourteen
years old but she was my girlfriend. Then my family moved up north and I haven't
seen her since."
Deena, immersed in animated conversation with Nurse Jenny, had not
noticed the young man working behind the reception desk so Dr Britten had
decided to take things into his own hands. He liked reunions, and this one could
be very interesting to observe.
"Deena!" the Doctor called out. "You need to sign something at
reception."
Deena obediently shuffled over to the reception desk, her leg-irons
hindering her progress slightly.
"Sign here." Dr Britten pointed to a space on the form and held out a
pen.
She tugged upwards on her steel cuffs but they were held by a chain at
waist level and she couldn't raise her hands to desk height. The Doctor was
teasing her again, as she could tell from the rather nice smile he always wore
when he teased her. She liked Dr Mike's smile even though it was often brought
on by some little cruelty at her expense.
"Okay Deena, don't worry about the signature. The receptionist needs to
take a security photograph so look straight ahead."
Deena stared straight ahead at the camera and waited for the flash.
"Don't forget to smile," the receptionist said. "You look even prettier
than I remember you Deena."
She stared at the receptionist, confused at first by his comment, then a
moment later she recognised him.
"David!" she whimpered, tears instantly welling in her eyes.. Two wet
lines streamed down the cheeks of her smiling face, and her chained hands could
not reach to wipe them away.
David hurried around the reception desk, feeling an overwhelming urge to
embrace his childhood sweetheart. But Nurse Jenny blocked his path.
"Sorry David. Deena is serving a sentence under the British Republic."
The nurse informed him officiously, her palms pushing into his chest holding him
back. "Physical contact with our prisoner is only permitted by authorised
personnel!"
David backed off, bewildered, leaving a distraught Deena in the nurse's
protective arms.
"I don't understand. Why is Deena in chains? What's she done?"
"Don't worry David, she's not a mass murderer, just a little
drink-driving incident and she's helping Dr Britten and me with our lecture tour
instead of going to prison."
"You're here for the lecture tomorrow?" David asked, realising how all
this was connected.
"That's right. Human Biology Alive! Deena is our model."
"I'm a student at the university. I'll be at your lecture." David became
excitable, and much happier knowing that he would be seeing Deena at least one
more time.
"Well, that's great!" Jenny said with her usual enthusiasm. "I'm sure
you'll enjoy it."
Deena was aghast, flushed with embarrassment. Tomorrow she would be
paraded like a lab animal, naked in front of hundreds of students including the
only boy she ever loved! Dr Mike, meanwhile, grinned with delight, already
savouring the delicious opportunity that had presented itself. Tomorrow's
lecture would have a particular frisson to it.
David couldn't take his eyes off Deena. She had grown into such a pretty
young woman, and seeing her locked in those chains had suffused his love with so
much lust and pity that he was almost drowning in desire.
"If you don't mind, David, could we have our keys now please?" Dr
Britten asked the dazed love-struck receptionist, having reverted to his usual
brusque manner. They headed promptly to their respective rooms. As on the
previous nights Deena shared a twin-bedded room with Nurse Jenny.
-oOo-
The next morning followed a familiar routine. It started in the hotel
restaurant. A tasty full English breakfast was served up for Mike and Jenny,
while Deena had to make do with a glass of cold water. Deena thought today's
breakfast looked and smelt especially good: Coffee and toast, thick juicy
sausages, a couple of slices of perfect back bacon, fried eggs, sunny-side up of
course, and Deena's favourite: mushrooms. It was torture!
Today's lecture hall was the biggest they had 'performed' in so far, and
the students of that particular university were notorious for their bad
behaviour. The all-day lecture featuring a naked young woman was a big draw,
causing the hall was packed with 300 noisy enthusiastic students long before the
start. It seemed that the reputation of the Human Biology Alive! program had
preceded them. "Looks like we have a hit on our hands," Dr Britten commented,
clearly delighted with the success of the new lecture format.
Deena was on the stage, chained into the required all-fours position.
Chin up and facing forward as if 'at attention' due to the intubator down her
throat holding her head and neck rigid.
The students cheered loudly when Nurse Jenny inserted the enema nozzle
into Deena's anus, and to their credit they gave Deena a round of applause and
whistles when she had accepted the full two quart enema. They were observant too
- noticing Deena's particular hairiness around her anus and the perineum. Deena
closed her eyes tightly as if that would somehow prevent her hearing the
students calling out 'hairy arse'! Cruel but true: and she could see her 'hairy
arse' on the screen in all its glory. Deena wasn't really so hairy but the
large-screen display sure made it seem that way.
Deena had become used to vocal revulsion from disgusted students that
always accompanied her evacuation of the enema. However, this was the first day
that some of the students actually cheered as the torrent of brown liquid burst
from her anus into the bowl beneath her legs! At one moment they seemed to be on
her side, the next moment they were ridiculing her. After Deena had received and
expelled her enemas the students seemed to settle down and pay attention to the
Doctor's lecture and the central part of the day passed without incident.
Unfortunately the name 'hairy arse' seemed to stick.
The last session of the day's lecture was the one that the students had
been waiting for. News of the little caning scene had reach the students from
the campuses visited earlier in the week.
Despite the prior knowledge that their erection might be shown on the
large screen the number of male volunteers with their hands raised was as large
as ever. Dr Mike scanned the forest or outstretched arms looking for a suitable
candidate, before 'randomly' selecting David, the hotel receptionist.
"What's your name?" The Doctor asked as the young man took the stage.
"David", the student responded into the microphone, playing along with
the Doctor in giving everyone the impression that the Doctor's choice was
random.
Nurse Jenny shook her head and tutted disapprovingly, although she had
guessed that Dr Mike might pull a stunt like that. She decided to minimize the
risk of interrrupting the demonstration by clapped David's wrists in handcuffs,
even before the kissing demonstration started. He was slim, with correspondingly
slim wrists, and the nurse enjoyed snicking the handcuffs on him more than
anyone would suppose.
Meanwhile Deena stood naked, motionless and quietly in her required
position - sideways on to the students. Her shapely breasts and bum shown off to
best effect. Once again she was blindfolded, hands in cuffs behind her, and
ankles linked with a short spreader-bar (which they still maintained was to help
her stand still during the demonstration!) The 'mood' music in her earphones was
all she could hear so Deena was oblivious to the general commotion in the hall
and to the fact that her former sweetheart stood a few inches in front of her.
Deena felt the young man's firm lips press against hers. His kiss was
strong, passionate and immediately invasive. Wow, he was a good kisser, very
nice indeed, Deena's warm and wet lips willingly responded, and she longed to
wrap her arms around the guy, whoever he was.
She desperately wanted to believe it was David, but just couldn't be
sure. The David she knew in her mid-teens had never kissed her like this! If it
was David kissing her, she wanted to kiss him back with equal passion. But what
if David was in the audience watching her kissing another boy? While her lips,
and indeed her whole body, responded warmly to David's passionate kissing,
Deena's mind was in wretched turmoil. David, however had no doubts whatsoever!
The big screen's infrared picture of David's impressive erection
elicited screams of delight and approval from many female students. His
popularity rating amongst the girls rising at much the same angle as his
erection. He'd never again have any trouble finding a willing lay at this
university.
Meanwhile, a few of the males were muttering something about David only
achieving such an erection because he liked wearing handcuffs. They were already
discussing plans to get their revenge on him!
It was time for the pleasure and pain demonstration, and Nurse Jenny
administered Deena's ten strokes of the cane as usual. Having a group of
students calling out the number of each stroke didn't hamper her style in the
slightest. Perhaps it encouraged her too much, as her robust thwacks of the cane
on Deena's rear end were leaving bigger welts than usual. Deena, because of the
device sending electrical signals into her brain was enjoying it just the same!
-oOo-
They were glad to get back to the hotel that evening, and away from the
rowdy and almost menacing students. It had been a stressful day, particularly
for Deena. This was the first time they had stayed consecutive nights in the
same hotel so it felt good to be in familiar surroundings. Tonight Dr Mike would
take Jenny and Deena out for a nice French restaurant he'd been recommended.
The first task every evening was to get Deena's sore behind treated.
While Dr Mike sat filling out his reports and catching up on paperwork
(invariably in the hotel bar!) nurse Jenny was applying a special lotion onto
Deena's soundly whacked buttocks. Poor Deena didn't know whether she preferred
the warm throbbing fallout from the caning or the cool but stinging sensation of
the lotion. Its effectiveness was undeniable, an hour or two later the welts and
the pain would have almost disappeared.
While Nurse Jenny gave Deena's pubic hair a trim, she relented to
Deena's emotional entreaties to know who she had been kissing that afternoon.
The nurse told her, and the sight of Deena's beaming blissfully happy face made
the Nurse glad she relented. Deena then recounted her sweet little story of her
romance with David.
They were both just fourteen, best friends, but never lovers. His
parents relocated from the south coast to the north of the country. His father
was an engineer working on the suborbital jet that had subsequently replaced the
ageing Concorde. Deena told Jenny how she was upset for months afterwards, and
despite their early exchanges of vid-mails she and David gradually lost touch.
It was an awful period of Deena's life, her school work suffered, so did her
subsequent exam grades. She never made it to university. The more she thought
about it as she spilled out her story to Nurse Jenny, the more Deena became
convinced that David's early departure from her life was the sole cause of her
misery.
The nurse listened sympathetically while she continued with the trim.
"Turn around Deena, I need to shave your anus and perineum; then we won't have
any more nasty comments from students about your hairy arse!"
Poor Deena had had a traumatic day. The continual comments about her
hairy arse had been quite upsetting. "Jenny...is my arse really that hairy?" she
asked timidly, glad that she had her back to the nurse as she said it.
The nurse's delay in responding almost gave Deena the answer she
dreaded. "Well, maybe a little hairier than most, but still perfectly normal.
It's just that most people don't have theirs put on public display. Besides, you
have a really cute bum, and a nicely shaped vulva! Let's get you shaved then
tomorrow we can show the whole world what lovely genitals you have."
Deena panicked for a moment. "The whole world?"
"No, sweetie, it was just a figure of speech. I meant you've got
nothing to be ashamed of."
The nurse's comment broke Deena's dream from the previous night where
was on display at Wembley Stadium!
Deena knelt with her knees spread wide on the floor, bare breasts flat
on the plastic sheet the nurse had placed over the bed covers. Jenny had cuffed
her hands and padlocked them to the front of the steel tracking collar. Deena
has gained the distinct impression that the nurse enjoyed locking her in
different positions, but she was always so nice about it and was never mean to
her.
Nurse Jenny's hands spread open Deena's buttocks, then expertly lathered
and shaved her around her anus and along her perineum. The job was soon done.
Deena liked how the nurse touched her, and when Jenny's finger ran smoothly over
her new hairless crease she gave an involuntary shiver of delight.
The nurse stepped away to admire the young woman's shapely ass, and the
red stripes of the cane slowly fading into the skin. Nurse Jenny felt quite
proud of her work. Nice strong evenly spaced and weighted stripes. And Deena was
still under the impression that Dr Mike administered the cane!
"Tell you what Deena, why don't I just shave your pussy hair as well?
It's really the fashion now. You've probably noticed I'm shaved!"
Deena couldn't have failed to notice that - the nurse had an unabashed
tendency to wander around the bedroom without a stitch of clothing. She really
didn't know whether or not shaving was really the current fashion but submitted
to Nurse Jenny without argument. She sat on the edge of the bed, Nurse Jenny on
kneeling on the floor between her legs was soon at work.
"There you are. Lovely and smooth. That looks much better, don't you
think? Nurse Jenny felt it necessary to run her fingers back and forth over them
to emphasize the point.
Deena nodded in agreement, smiling a little at the nurse's compliment
and innocently enjoying the nurse's loving touch. But Jenny knew exactly when to
stop - it was the same moment when Deena was hoping she would continue!
The nurse looked up into Deena's eyes and provocatively licked the air
with her tongue just a few inches away from Deena's pussy. Was the nurse going
to lick her? Deena's pulse was suddenly racing, she closed her eyes and waited.
After four highly frustrating days Deena was willing to take relief from any
available source!
"Oops! Can't have you getting aroused otherwise I'll get in trouble with
Dr Mike," the nurse said, leaning on Deena's knees as she got to her feet.
Deena sensed that being in trouble with Dr Mike might not be such a bad
thing, judging by the wistful expression on the nurse's face.
There was a sharp knock at the door.
"That'll be Mike now, a bit early. You'd better get dressed Deena." the
nurse called out as she opened the door.
As soon as the door was off the latch it slammed into the nurse's face
knocking her back into the room and onto the floor.
"What the...?" the dazed nurse called out, blood streaming from her
bloody nose.
Deena was screaming as four masked men piled into the room. Two of them
leapt on top of her.
(to be continued...)
