Chapter 4
"As I just mentioned, there was another patient also undergoing a lengthy
punishment program. Unlike Beverly, she was there against her will, in a manner
of speaking. She was caught cheating by her husband and threatened with divorce
unless she agreed to a lengthy stay there where she could reflect on the error
of her ways while undergoing what they jokingly referred to as counseling and
rehabilitation."
"In the case of Beverly frequent violent rapes on a daily basis was
initially one of the major features of her treatment. In contrast, the other
patient, always referred to as the slut, underwent lengthy sessions of sexual
stimulation aimed at reprogramming her reaction to sex with anyone but her
husband. In time she would begin to associate anything from foreplay to orgasm
with pain, except when it involved her husband."
"The nurses had a field day with the slut. They'd take turns getting her
off with vibrators, dildos, tongues, fingers and fists. The slut truly was a
slut. Every time the slut got off she received a nasty surprise such a being
zapped with 240 volts or having a section of the flash powder that was rubbed
into every crack and cranny of her rounded form set off. Neither left anything
permanent, but it hurt like fury when it occurred. Her melon-like, natural tits
received plenty of attention from the ladies, many of them rather jealous of
those plump, bouncy bags."
"Those big tits got their share of bee venom injections and almost every
day were lovingly rubbed with the most virulent nettles that could be provided
by the asylum's supplier. However in her case the treatments went one step
further, the slut got daily injections of a drug that made her produce large
quantities of milk. The combination of the bee venom and her own milk increased
her tits from their normal 36D to an incredible 42F, and if she wasn't milked
they'd continue to swell and turn blue from the pressure."
"Naturally her large swollen breasts were then ripe for all sorts of pain
and punishment. On occasion after her breasts had been allowed to go for nearly
two days without being milked, she would be hooked up to a powerful suctioning
machine and those big jugs would be pumped flat as the slut screamed and begged
for mercy. This type of punishment was always done with one of the "doctors"
attending to make sure that no permanent harm would be done to those beauties."
"For Beverly there was no such condition placed on the type or amount of
punishment that her tits could receive. The suctioning machine was used on her
at least every other day. Sometimes she would be pumped flat, then receive
infusions of molten wax through her nipples until her tits looked as if they
were the product of a very bad breast implant operation. Beverly never failed to
pass out when they would slowly pump the now hardening wax from her bloated,
super-sensitive breasts using the souped up vacuum machine. At other times she
would take double injections of bee venom and then be pumped at a slow but
steady rate as the venom caused her bags to swell and become agonizingly
painful. She would pass out repeatedly during this treatment but they were
always able to revive her with injections of adrenaline. In retrospect, it's
amazing that Beverly didn't die of shock from all he pain. I think her inherent
masochism was the only thing that saved her."
"Over her two month stay the constant expansion and contraction of her
average sized breasts resulted in a tremendous loss of muscle tone as well as
fat. In addition because of all the times her nipples were burned with lit
cigarettes, soldering irons, butane lighters and high voltage electricity, it
was necessary to surgically remove, then replace them once she was released from
the asylum. That's why her nipples look so pert even though her breasts have
quite a bit of sag to them considering how flat they already are."
"Even the removal process was done with the idea of maximizing her pain.
A power sander was used to grind her nipples flat. She was given powerful
stimulants to keep her conscious through most of the process. Periodically the
bleeding stumps of her ground nipples were cauterized with high voltage
electricity, causing her to go into shock from the pain. After about an hour and
a half the surgeons were satisfied with the nipple removal and Beverly was
allowed to recuperate for a week before undergoing the nipple replacement
surgery, without anesthetic, at her request of course."
"Beverly received the best of care while she was a patient. The doctors
scheduled her for a twice-weekly colonoscopy and mammogram. To be sure that
nothing was ever missed during these tests, the colon probe was run through her
at a very slow speed and done twice, while the force used to flatten her breasts
was double what breasts of that size and shape would normally receive. This
caused her major discomfort, but naturally she was never sedated under any
circumstance. If she made too much noise they merely gagged her. Any struggling
on her part only meant more pain, which was fine with the staff."
"One day she was particularly troublesome and so they took her down into
the hospital laundry room where they managed to pass her breasts, one at a time,
through one of the wet wash rollers. Beverly passed out repeatedly during the
process and her breasts had turned almost black by the next morning. From that
day forward she was a most cooperative patient when it came time for her
mammogram."
"On a happier note, her breasts were always shown to be free of any
suspicious lumps even though, as part of her therapy, they were often skewered,
beaten with rubber hoses, noosed and stretched with heavy weights and hammered
with bursts of high pressure air. Unfortunately the large number of x-rays may
have contributed to the development of the small malignant tumors that have been
plaguing her over the past year or so, but then again it may have been the
massive breast reconstruction surgery she underwent shortly after her nipple
replacement."
At this point I was having some difficulty in following his story. What
had happened to her before she was released from the asylum? I guess my face
must have communicated my problem to him and he leaned forward and said in his
precise, calm voice, " I must apologize for the digression. Allow me to return
to the original thread of my story." As he continued this amazing story I
followed him as he began to move toward a lighted building located well beyond
the party area.
