Chapter 6
"The staff working with Beverly held a meeting concerning what was
planned for her final two weeks at the hospital. A most challenging schedule of
events was developed for their "star boarder''. During those fourteen days and
nights there would be very little time for rest, let alone sleep."
"She would be on a strict near-starvation diet for the entire period. A
patient suffering from advanced anorexia nervosa would become Beverly's food
source. She would provide the regurgitated food that was then heavily salted and
vacuum processed to remove almost all the water content and any vitamins or
minerals that it might have contained. Beverly, if available, would be forced to
witness her food being harvested and processed."
"They also planned to keep Beverly as near total dehydration as was
feasible considering that many of the procedures to which she would be subjected
involved forcing various types of liquids into her via enemas, high pressure
douches, submersion and involuntary ingestion. One idea that was discussed and
tried involved daily bloodletting. Not only would her veins be opened, they
would also apply leeches to her body on occasion, a process likely to be more
and more traumatic as her strength and mental capacity wasted away. This was
quickly discontinued when she went into shock and nearly expired the third time
she was bled."
"They were not going to use any drugs during this period as she was fast
developing a tolerance for most of the current ones they were administering.
Lack of sleep, dehydration and a severe reduction in food intake were considered
to be sufficient for their purposes since she would be enduring a broad variety
of procedures guaranteed to put a tremendous strain on even the most healthy of
persons."
"One thing they most certainly wanted to retain was the psychological
torture she had been experiencing during her stay. I was heavily involved in it,
and at time almost felt guilty. However upon sober reflection I realized that
Beverly would think me weak and not truly dedicated to her mental well being if
I shirked my duty in this manner."
"Once a week I received tapes showing Beverly undergoing various
humiliating punishments. I was expected to play the tapes for entertainment
while I was having sex with other women. I was urged to select women who were
the opposite of her in physical appearance as well as age. So once or twice a
week I would have women over to my home for sex sessions that were automatically
taped by means of a system installed by asylum personnel. My guests would make
disparaging comments about Beverly and mock her for subjecting herself to the
vicious tortures and cruel humiliations she endured."
"Naturally the women involved in these sessions were very young, none
older than their early 20s and many much, much younger. Some were swingers I
knew from the various clubs I belonged to, and some even knew Beverly from
orgies they had attended involving her. A few were prostitutes deliberately
chosen for their coarseness and slovenly appearance. A couple of them were even
the children of swingers or business acquaintances who wished to remain in my
good graces."
"All of them, even the very, very young ones, were plump and in some
cases a few were actually overweight. All had good-sized natural tits for their
age; broad bottoms and either carried incipient potbellies, spare tires or baby
fat. Except for my very, very young partners, the junior ladies as I called
them, the women had thick crops of pubic hair, and in a few cases also displayed
unshaven armpits."
"Beverly later admitted, under torture of course;(some habits being just
too hard to completely break) that watching the tapes I made while she was
undergoing her private and oh so personal penance was the most painful part of
her entire stay. To be completely honest, our love, on both sides, was tested to
its limit, and sometimes beyond by these tapings."
"I have to admit that I looked forward to receiving those tapes because
it meant I'd have the opportunity to enjoy the favors of other women without the
slightest feelings of guilt. Participating in an orgy or swing club meetings was
not the same as being alone with one or two women. The tapes of her suffering
the vilest types of treatment excited me tremendously. My feelings were
intensified by the nasty and often brutally true observations made by my
companions about Beverly's appearance, mental state, sexual appetites and the
like. To Beverly, who heard them later, their words were cruel but accurate,
but still cut deep into her psyche. The younger the speaker, the worse it hurt
her."
"Why would any guy in his right mind do anything with that ugly piece of
shit? God, look how thin she is, just skin and bones... How could any normal
man want to have anything to do with someone who enjoys looking like a corpse?
If I had tits like hers, I'd have them cut off.... She doesn't even look like a
woman... I've read about people like her in my abnormal psych books, but she's
the first one I've ever seen.... I don't believe it; she's getting off from
having her cunt fisted! How gross is that! She's actually swallowing some of
that shit, piss and puke they're dunking her in...Oh my god, oh my god, oh my
god, that can't be real. How can anyone take something that big inside her
cunt?"
"That's only a small sampling of the type of comments that were generated
about Beverly as she purified herself with pain and humiliation. She was
variously described as a slut, whore, skank, weirdo, pig, skag, nympho, hag,
sicko, pain addict, or dyke. Often adjectives such as crazy, psychotic,
disturbed, diseased, demented, deranged, squicked, and pathetic were coupled
with these crude descriptors."
"Most of my sex companions were only too eager to save me from Beverly's
clutches. I got all sorts of suggestions about what to do with, or to her. Some
suggested I turn her into a full time prostitute by selling her either to a pimp
or a whore house, preferably in Mexico or overseas so there would be no chance
of her ever returning. The junior ladies were even harder on her. Some wanted
Beverly as their personal slave and pain slut so they could torture and
humiliate her for the rest of her life. I must admit that the cruelty displayed
by the young has never ceased to amaze me. There were a number of proposals
suggesting an arrangement where Beverly would be shared, as a sex slave and pain
slut, between the young lady and myself. In these cases the young lady always
volunteered to become my live-in lover as part of the arrangement."
"One young lady in particular, the daughter of a swing couple I knew very
well, tempted me sorely. I found myself looking forward to our little trysts,
even though Lexi was always accompanied by a chaperone, as I called the Jill,
the older girl who always made up our threesome. Then one glorious evening Jill
had other commitments and was unable to attend. It seems it was her dear
father's birthday, and she and her mother had committed to being his sex slaves
for the entire day and evening. Lexis had insisted on going to see me alone, and
her parents had no problems with that. In fact I know that they encouraged their
daughter to seize this wonderful opportunity to insinuate herself into my good
graces."
"I knew this was going to be an evening to remember when she showed up in
pigtails, wearing only a short camisole that ended an inch or two above the
rounded bottoms of her firm tits. A sheer thong bikini through which I could see
that she had deliberately shaved or waxed her plump pussy completed her
ensemble. She was breathtaking, appearing to be no older than perhaps fourteen.
As soon as Lexi began speaking in a baby-like voice, I knew it would be an
evening to cherish."
" Are we going to watch them do that nasty old woman again tonight?' Lexi
asked tilting her head coquettishly. " I hope they really, really do bad things
to her because she's so evil. I think she's a witch that has you under an evil
spell. Tonight I hope they make her scream good and loud for the devil to help
her, and then you'll know that she's getting what she deserves and wants.
Tonight I want you to do me in all my holes while we watch the evil bitch
suffer. I want you squirting deep inside my pussy. I want your big cock shooting
lots of goo into my mouth so I can taste it and then swallow it down. Finally I
want you to do me in my ass and make me a real woman."
"That evening the tape showed Beverly undergoing a vigorous fisting from
a large woman with a number of outrageous tattoos. Simultaneously she was
receiving a series of enemas and also being forced to consume massive amounts of
urine. The narrator noted that the urine was originally produced by a number of
the nurses tending her and then had been repeatedly recycled through other
asylum patients to increase its strength. At times she appeared to be only days
away from delivering perhaps twins or even triplets, so swollen was her abdomen.
Every time that the poor dear voided one of the huge enemas that had been held
within her by an inflatable anal plug, my youthful companion would utter a loud
scream and then literally try to swallow my penis, or if it were inside another
of her entrances, clamp down on my trapped member with astonishing force."
"Lexi was fascinated by the changes in Beverly's body caused by the
inexorable pressure from the recycled urine that was forced into her stomach by
means of a specially modified pump. My wife to be by then weighed considerably
less than 90 pounds. Her arms and legs looked like sticks. One could very easily
count her ribs, and her hipbones jutted up against the thin coat of skin that
covered them. To then observe her stomach swell slowly from the liquid waste
being forced down her throat was quite disconcerting in a sense. It was as if
one were watching a crudely drawn cartoon figure slowly transform itself into
something unworldly."
"I clearly remember my youthful companion screaming out her hopes that
Beverly's belly would explode as her tight, wet cunt moved up and down on my
stiff penis. I remember squeezing Lexi's plump breasts and pinching the pointed
nipples harder and harder as I watched Beverly's belly grow larger, stretching
the skin of her abdomen to reveal the bluish, spidery veins beneath. I half
expected my wife to be to start floating into the air, so misshapen had her body
become."
"Although the young girl claims that our little session was the best sex
she had ever experienced, I remember very little of it. I was so captured by
what Beverly was enduring that the efforts she made to distract me with her
considerable charms were almost an intrusion on my privacy. Fortunately for all
concerned Lexi was unaware of my true feelings, so busy was she in attempting to
drain me dry. The only time I was actually aware of ejaculating was during a
period when Beverly was fountaining the contents of her stomach at the same time
as her bowels were evacuating whatever foul concoction had been roiling about in
her intestines. I can only assume my action was a sympathetic response to
whatever Beverly was experiencing at that time."
At this point I was startled to realize that we were within yards of the
low building that had been our destination. My host grew silent as we made our
way towards the entrance of the now brightly lit structure. He pushed the door
open, the beginnings of a smile on his face. Stepping aside he bowed and ushered
me into the large, nearly empty room where Beverly waited. It took my eyes a few
moments to adjust to the harsh lighting. What registered next was simply
amazing.
The thin, almost frail looking woman who had earlier captivated me with
her confidence and sexuality was strapped securely to what appeared to be a
modified medical examination table. Her ankles were held firmly in the stirrups
that had been adjusted to spread her wide. Her head dangled over the edge of the
table, supported only by the massive hands of a huge man, who like Beverly was
stark naked. His enormous cock was lodged in her throat; I could clearly see its
shape bulging from beneath the stretched skin of her throat. A second naked man
was standing between her spread thighs, his rigid pole splitting her cunt with
brutal jackhammer-like blows.
Surrounding this violent tableau were armed men in uniform. It took a
moment for me to realize that these were police of some type. My host touched my
arm and softly said, " These are prison guards. The two working on my wife are
inmates of the county jail, part of a group that tonight will be providing
Beverly some relief from her personal demons. There should be fifteen inmates in
attendance according to the information I received yesterday. They have been
selected for their obvious physical characteristics as well as their violent
nature. It is likely that Beverly will be used by them for a very long time.
Once they are finished with her, then you and a few select members of the party
I'm hosting this evening will be allowed to take a turn or two on her. By then
any penetration will be very painful and that is when she will enjoy it the
most. In the meantime you are invited to join me in the main house and enjoy a
drink while I complete the story of Beverly."
(To be concluded shortly)
