Exerpt from 'The Estate'Submitted by: d edwards/san francisco
Annabel nodded and got up to get the equipment. Delores bent over John and began to talk quietly to him.
''Honey,'' she began, seeing John raise his eyes to her, aware for the first time that they were a deep clear green, like small pools.... She lost her focus momentarily at that thought and paused to collect herself before continuing.
''Do you remember that young nurse who came in and teased you the second day you were here?'' she began. He nodded, eyes turning cautious for a moment. '' I promised you we'd take care of that for you, remember?'' she asked, almost hoping he'd say no. He nodded, this time more hopefully.
''Well, I need you to trust me, OK? I want you to let me make things all better, can you do that?'' He stared, eyes open and trusting her words, as he nodded again, this time more eagerly. She hugged him to her, hiding her face from his innocent stare. Annabel came and knelt next to John, looking at Delores and then over to the equipment, nodding her readiness to begin. Delores lay John back and began to undress him, quickly stripping him of the sleeping sack and diapers. She helped him onto his knees, naked and now partially erect as Annabel came around his side, wheeling the squat stool from the day before into view. His reaction nearly caused him to knock Delores over with his sudden panic. She grabbed him and crushed him to her, feeling his penis jab into the front of her skirt as she tried to calm him down.
''No, no, honey, this isn't like yesterday, this isn't a punishment. Please, sweetie.......'' she soothed as she held him firmly, his heart thudding against her chest as he moaned in fear.
''It's all right, it's all right.....'' Her voice calmed him as he began to come back to her, his erection now a soft swelling against her loins. She soothed him until his back and shoulders beginning to relax. Turning him around she felt him hesitate only slightly as she bent him over the padded bar. Annabel placed a large pillow under his head allowing him to look up at Delores. She turned away from his hopeful stare, unable to bear his look and pretended to be busy with something on the side of the stool.
''We're going to keep the bench just like this, OK?'' she asked, gently pulled his stiff penis out from under him, pointing it downward between his legs where it lay pulsing against the back of the stool, his scrotum flushed and drawn in a tight knot above. He was highly aroused, his cock twitching in anticipation as Delores sat along side him, her hands rubbing his back lightly. His balls began aching with the rush of blood as Annabel came up behind him and began to coat his cock with what felt like a lubricant. Waves of pleasure coursed through his loins, making him groan as he quickly stiffened in her slick hand, the lubricant beginning to make him tingle with hot/cold sparks as she pumped him firmly several times. His cock began it's long climb to orgasm and then, suddenly...............nothing He could feel the tug of his flesh around the base of his cock and could hear the slick sounds of her hand rubbing him but it was as if his cock had turned to wood. He struggled to look sideways at Delores for an explanation but her hands held his shoulders firmly, pinning his head to the pillow.
Upset and confused he flexed his internal muscles and began thrusting his hips slightly, trying to get some extra friction against Annabel's hand, but her grip and it's pleasure were agonizingly distant and receding further every second. He began to cry in frustration, thrusting his hips against the stool, struggling to climax as Annabel removed her glove and replaced it with a fresh one, this time filling her fingers with KY. Holding his bare left cheek with one hand she wiped her fingers across his anus, working a generous amount of KY between his cheeks and gradually working a finger over and slightly into the tight ring, coaxing it into accepting her index finger. Bucking slightly at the invasion he held still under Delores' steadying hand as Annabel began to work her second finger alongside the first, adding more KY to smooth the way deeper into his rectum. She could feel the bulge of his swollen prostate and further back the spongy mass of his seminal vesicles as she began a slow massage of both.
John squirmed at the violation, flushed with the humiliation of being 'milked' like this and angry with Delores for denying him this one pleasure. He strained to make an orgasm happen as he felt the tickle of semen starting to flow down his cock. It was almost enough......almost.... He groaned in frustration as the two women held him down and watched Annabel's progress. Pushing her fingers deep into him she began rubbing firmly from both sides towards the center, forcing semen and ejaculate to flow out of him. Glancing down between his spread legs she saw the first milky white bead appear at the head of his penis and pausing with her fingers still inside him she picked up a soft plastic collection bulb and squeezed it, sliding it onto his penis, letting the slight vacuum draw it up his shaft and hold it there. Continuing her massage she watched as cum trickled out in slow pulses, filling up the vial with thick creamy swirls. For the next five minutes only the sticky sound of her fingers and his crying moans filled the room as she drained him into the vial.
''Get as much as you can,'' Delores murmured, feeling John tense under her hands. Annabel sat up straighter and began to bear down on John's rectum, pushing her fingers deeper inside to force the last bit of ejaculate out of him and into the sample vial. John howled, as much in anger as in the pain of his anus trying to clench against her invading fingers as the last drops spilled from him. Slowly sliding her fingers out of his rectum, Annabel snapped off the glove and sat back, frowning at the struggling buttocks in front of her. Reaching for a wipe she began removing KY from between his cheeks as she spoke to Delores.
''He's a bit compacted, I think.'' she said, finishing her cleaning and motioning to John's backside. ''He seems full. I noticed the fullness in his upper colon this morning when I was changing him.''
Delores sighed, thinking of what that involved. ''We'll deal with that later this afternoon, after he calms down.'' she said, ''I really don't want to upset him any more than he is.'' Annabel slipped the warm vial off of his now shrinking penis, holding it up to the light and swirling the contents. ''She really had him primed didn't she?'', she commented, ''There must be close to an ounce and a half here....''
"I can think of someone who might be able to put it to good use'', Delores said with a thoughtful smile. Annabel smiled back and nodded in silent agreement. She capped the tube and slipped it into her side pocket. ''I can finish up here. '' Delores urged her. ''Go.'' Annabel finished wiping John's backside and got up to leave. She took a moment to kneel by John's heads and tried to touch his flushed face but he spat his pacifier at her and jerked away from her touch. She sat back, surprised and looked to Delores for direction. The older woman simply nodded a quick 'No', telling Annabel not to make an issue of it now. Shaking her head sadly she stood up, suddenly looking forward to delivering the vial. Touching his sweating back Delores could feel the anger and betrayal radiating from John, and she braced herself for the next outburst she knew was sure to come, this time wondering if she deserved it.
Apprehensive at her being called into the directors office, Jasmine put on her most professional face, hoping her demeanor would persuade Dr. Collins to go lightly with the scolding she expected to receive. She recalled her date that evening after teasing what's his name......John. It was so hot; everything she promised to that captive man she did in spades, delighting her boyfriend to no end and making her panties begin to moisten at the recollection. She opened the directors' door and walked in, confident and not too worried.
'You wished to see me, Dr.?,'' she asked lightly.
''Sit down please,'' the director said sternly, not looking up from her reports. Jasmine settled down into the chair alongside the directors desk, suddenly a bit more apprehensive. She sat there for a full three minutes, fidgeting, her uncertainty increasing with every second. Without looking up the director slid a paper over to her. ''Read it.'' she said. ''It's the terms of your resignation. You have 24 hours to get your personal belongings off the premises. This paper is your agreement to the terms for severance pay. You should sign it and start packing.''
Jasmine almost fainted, sitting back suddenly and putting her hands to her head in disbelief.
''I....I.....can't believe you're doing this to me", she began, gasping her words, ''Wh-what did I do to deserve this?''
''That's exactly why we're dismissing you dear, you don't even realize what damage you did to that helpless man,'' the doctor said bluntly, glaring at her. ''You're sadly lacking in empathy, and although that makes you ideal for some tasks it doesn't justify our keeping you on as staff. ''You're dismissed'', she finished, turning back to her papers.
Jasmine sat there, her mouth agape in disbelief. Close to tears, her confident demeanor had evaporated under this verbal barrage and she was now desperate.
''Dr. Collins, please......I'll do anything to make you change your mind,'' she pleaded, twisting her hands in agony, "Anything.."
The doctor looked up, pinning her with a sharp stare. "We have a position as a conjugal servant to the male staff, you can have that."
"I.....uh...", Jasmine was speechless with shock. Reduced to shop whore.....! She groaned inwardly, hanging her head to hide her sudden tears, too humiliated to speak. Martha was enjoying this, trying hard not to laugh outright at taking this proud young woman down a peg.
''There is one other possibility...'' she began, watching Jasmine's reaction to the sudden carrot being dangled in front of her. Jasmine wiped her eyes, smearing her mascara but not caring, undone but hopeful at this new opportunity. Placing a small shot glass of a pale yellow liquid in front of the young nurse, the director spoke slowly, making sure she understood what was being offered.
''Drink this, accept whatever punishment we decide is appropriate.'' She leaned back to watch.
''What....'', Jasmine began.
''No questions, either drink or sign the paper. You have 30 seconds.'' Jasmine paled, uncertain. She was terrified of the unknown and now the director was offering her exactly that! She groaned, wringing her hands in distress, biting her lower lip until it bled.
''Fifteen seconds.'', the director prompted, leaning forward now. Her heart racing, Jasmine reached forward with a shaky hand and grabbed the glass, quickly tossing it back before she could change her mind. It was bitter sweet, a taste she wasn't familiar with as it washed over her tongue, and she swallowed.
''There now, that wasn't so bad was it?", the director asked, as Jasmine placed the shot glass back on her desk. The young woman sat back, waiting for something to happen as the second hand of the desk clock swept past a minute.
'It was a test, right?'', she asked, trying to guess the director's motives, becoming more certain there wasn't a drug involved "You were testing my ability to trust, is that right?''
'That's right dear, it was just a test of your ability to trust others on the staff. That was your punishment. You will need to be careful in the future about who you decide to play with, is that clear?
"Oh, yes, I understand entirely. Thank you for letting me back on the staff. I promise it won't happen again.'', she said fervently, relieved at the sudden reprieve. The fear of being tossed certainly had scared her.
''Fine then'', the director said,''You can resume your duties. Off with you now........go on.''
Jasmine hadn't moved, she was somehow stuck to the chair. Puzzled, she looked at the director who was smiling at her.
''What.....?" she started, stunned to realize she actually had been drugged. She tried to get up, straining to even move her arms off the arms of the chair, and her feet felt as if they were stuck in glue. Her scalp started to crawl with fear as she slowly lost control of her head, her eyes coming to rest on the pendant between her breasts. ''Ohhhh.....my....", her words were blocked by a suddenly uncooperative tongue.
"You'll remain awake for your prep and the punishment we've prepared for you." the director said, picking up Jasmine's head and staring into her glazed eyes. "Enjoy".
Randy adjusted the stirrups on the examination couch, a tray next to it containing an interesting assortment of devices he looked forward to using that evening. Dimming the lights slightly, he went into the adjoining room and returned carrying a limp Jasmine easily against his broad chest. He placed her, fully clothed, on the couch, hiking up her skirt just enough to secure her legs in the stirrups on either side, exposing a generous portion of her slender thighs and pantyhose. She rolled her head about, trying to glean some clue as to who was handling her, but was unable to see because of thick sunglasses placed there earlier when the attendants had first brought her down. She moaned slightly, still barely able to move or speak.
Securing her arms to a strap behind her head, he slowly removed the shades, allowing her to get a good look at who was going to be administering to her this evening.
''Yoooouhh....'' she slurred, seeing Randy for the first time, her legs twitching slightly as her elbows began waving about. He guessed that was about as good a fight as she'd put up this evening, and began to undress her.
''So, how shall we begin the evening, perhaps I can help you out of your clothes, Ma'am?'', he asked, reaching for her blouse and slowly unbuttoning the crisp white fabric. She groaned, horrified that he of all people would be able to have his way with her.
''Sssstopppp...", was all she could force out with her thickened tongue as he continued pulling her blouse apart, reveling at the sight of two plump breasts barely contained by a lacy full cupped bra. Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples he was delighted to see they at least weren't acting too drugged. He continued to rub and knead them until both were tautly erect, straining against the sheer fabric.
Moving along her side he unzipped the front of her skirt, exposing her sweet thighs and the tight little panty under black pantyhose.
''Nnnnnnngh....''Jasmine protested, actually managing to buck her pert bottom off the couch. He was impressed with her efforts to avoid his touch, which only served to whet his appetite for her.
''I do so love a struggle," Randy grinned, tugging at the top of her pantyhose and sliding them down whenever her cheeks left the couch. Pulling them over the tops of her knees he grabbed the center cotton panel and buried his nose in it, breathing deeply, inhaling her scent.
''Delicious," he said, ''but lets get a good look at what's under these panties.'' Running his hands up her legs he admired the long slender muscles that twitched under his caresses. He kneaded the soft butter of her inner thighs and ran his thumbs over the center of her panties, rubbing her scent into the moist panel. Ducking under her restrained legs and kneeling between them he stared at the plump vulva encased in satin before him. He rubbed his nose there, again inhaling her scent, this time sharper, more pronounced. His lips and tongue tried to spread her lips apart under the sheer panel, dampening the crotch further as she squirmed weakly against him. Seeing her head laying back he stood up and leaned forward, pressing his stiff cock into her pantied groin, and reached around her head, tipping the headrest forward so that her chin was on her chest.
''Now we can both enjoy this,'' he said, delighted at the look of shock on her face. Returning to her panties he slowly worked his thumbs under the wet center panel, rubbing her plump outer lips and pulling the satin away from them. Reaching over to the tray he took a pair of scissors and snipped the thin fabric over her hips, peeling back the satin to reveal her moist inner lips peeking out of a soft nest of light brown hair.
He reached over to the controls and the couch began moving, bringing her knees higher and spreading her legs further apart. She squealed in protest, her struggles making her even more vulnerable and desirable to Randy. Her delicious pussy was now fully exposed in all its glory, the delicate inner petals open and moist. Crouching down he breathed in her scent and slowly began to lick, sweeping his tongue from the thin membrane under her moist entrance to the top of her lips, parting her pubic hair and stopping just before her clitoris. Pulling her folds aside with his thumbs he plunged his stiffened tongue deep into her, tasting the richer nectar that lay there, bringing down her salt sweet juices into his mouth and throat.
Sucking and licking all her folds he didn't fail to notice she had stopped struggling. Smiling, he took another deep taste, careful to avoid touching the proud little pearl beginning to peek from her folds. He felt her hips begin to try and get that last half inch of tongue over her clit, but he dodged her weak efforts, continuing to drink the juices that were running from her, doing what he'd desired to do for so many years. He felt her pussy start to pulse and contract around his tongue and he paused, looking up at her. She was moaning heavily, her eyes forced to watch her involuntary arousal to his insistent tonguing. Hating him and desiring the pleasure all at once she started to understand the frustration she'd inflicted on all those men these last several years.
''MMmmmmmm,'' Randy moaned, the hum from his lips adding a surge of pleasure as his tongue dove back inside her. He licked carefully inside, hooking upward to scrape the edge of her G spot, sending down another wave of feminine juices that he eagerly licked up. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious as her quivering little pussy did at that moment, it's every fold thoroughly inspected by his tongue and it's every tremble a reminder of her helpless state.
Feeling her lips become swollen with blood he paused, catching his breath and stood up, adjusting his rock hard cock that strained against his pants before continuing.
"Now's the fun part", he said, ducking back under her legs and coming around to her side. Reaching over to her face he turned her head to him and, forcing her jaws apart, covered her mouth with his, snaking his tongue deep into her unwilling mouth, smearing her face and lips with a coating of her own slick juices. Seeing how it turned her on he continued with his deep tonguing of her mouth, reaching down and tweaking her left nipple through her brassiere, all the while holding her jaw open with his other hand. She was moaning uncontrollably, the drug and restraints keeping her limbs helpless, but her body still able to buck and surge with arousal and frustration.
''You know,'' he said, pulling back from her gasping mouth and turning her eyes to face him, ''That Director is one smart woman. Want know what she made me promise?'' he asked, seeing her eyes slowly focus on him. He leaned closer, bringing his lips across hers, teasing them with light caresses of his own. ''She told me 'No penetration'.'' He paused, letting that sink in, ''Now isn't that clever?''
He stood upright, stretching as she moaned and tears began to ltrail down the sides of her flushed cheeks. Pulling her head over to look at him she pleaded with her eyes, moaning and trying to move her hips seductively. He watched her for a moment, savoring the power he wielded over her body and mind.
"Shaking that booty works on your boyfriends, I know,'' he said.
''Won't work on me, Ms. Teasing Bitch. It's your turn now.....''
Turning back to her chest he unsnapped the center clasp of her bra, freeing her round firm breasts which barely sagged to the sides, even as large as they were, and he ran his palms over both of them, massaging and squeezing then firmly and bringing her nipples back to stiff attention, making her wince with the too strong sensation. He again adjusted the couch, this time lowering it nearly to the floor and lowered her legs back to a less extreme angle. Releasing her breasts he briefly admired the pale red squeeze marks he'd left and began unbuckling the belt to his pants. Her eyes widened in alarm, beginning to suspect his intentions. Taking his time he slid his jockeys off and draped them over her face, causing her to try vainly to shake them off. Laughing, he rubbed the crotch in her face, making her inhale his musky scent. She tried to avoid the damp fabric but his hand simply followed her until she gave up, her nose deep in the rank folds of his underwear as her eyes glared at him.
''Get used to it, Jasmine.'' he said. '' Now open.......''
She struggled as he pried open her unwilling jaws easily, stuffing the stained panel onto her tongue and holding her mouth shut with one hand.
''If those jockeys so much as make one move...'' he threatened, reaching over to the table and holding up a vicious looking nipple clamp, "Remember, she didn't say anything about using these''.
She nodded quickly, her eyes round and filled with tears. He placed it on her forehead, clamping several strands of damp hair to hold it. He resumed his playing with her proud breasts, sucking them deep into his mouth, nursing the hard nipples firmly against his teeth and palate while his hands squeezed and pulled them in every direction. Her moans turned to real cries of pain as he continued mauling them, pulling them deep into his mouth and covering her areolas with small bites and hickies. Pausing to look up at the clock he glanced down at her and said, ''Don't worry, only ten more minutes to go, then the prep for your punishment can begin." Her moan of shock at his words was all he needed to hear as he returned to his steady torment.
With one last strong suck that stretched her nipple well away from her breast, Randy let it go with a sharp pop, the poor swollen nipple bouncing back and making her breasts jiggle so attractively. He cupped them both, admiring the bites and bruises there, knowing her boyfriend was going to hear an interesting explanation later that evening, if she decided to go home after this.
''You know,'' he said, getting up and swinging one leg over the couch to sit astride her, his balls resting just below her tender breasts, ''You were so cooperative I think I'll skip those big nipple clamps I held up earlier, if that's all right with you?'' She nodded a tearfull thanks, relieved to avoid any additional pain, hoping the worst was over.
''Good, we won't use the big nasty cruel clips.'' he agreed, feeling her tense under him, knowing by now she knew there was a catch.
''That's right Jasmine, there's a catch", he said, holding up two tiny gold dragons, each one coiled to the diameter of the finger they were perched on.
''There are special,'' he explained, holding them close for her to get a good look, "Each one is made from a memory metal. That means they're one shape when cold, another shape when warm. I've had these on ice for the last two hours and they're starting to warm up, here on my finger.''
''But my finger isn't very warm,'' he continued, cupping her bruised left breast and pinching the nipple till it was painfully firm. She squealed as he pulled the dragon off his finger and twirled it onto her nipple till it was coiled snug and firm against the areola, the nipple swollen and firmly trapped by its own blood supply.
She began crying in earnest, panic straining her limbs in a desperate effort to shake the tiny creatures off her nipples. Begging with her eyes she tried for his mercy but hope died in her heart at seeing the expression on his face and the rampant cock now pointing between her breasts. He carefully repeated the procedure with the other nipple, giving her a matched set of glittering dragons, each proudly coiled around both straining nipples.
''Can you feel the heat starting to tighten them?" he asked, squeezing her breasts together and sliding his thick cock between them, a clear drop shining at the tip. She nodded a vigorous yes, imagining she could feel the slightest increase on her already tender nipples.
''Tell you what,'' he said, looking at her and drawing the moment out as if thinking, ''You help me come as quickly as possible and I'll take them off. The sooner I come, the sooner your tits are free. Deal?'' She started crying harder now, the pain in her breasts increasing as she nodded a reluctant yes, knowing how she was going to have to perform.
Smiling at her decision he slid forward and removing his now soggy underwear from her mouth, slid the tip of his cock across her lips and onto her tongue. She gagged and started struggling as the thick head of his cock touched the back of her throat, but pinned between the headrest and his hips she had nowhere to go as he continued pushing in and out of her unresisting mouth. The angles were all wrong though, he realized after a minute, feeling her teeth scrape painfully over the shaft buried deep in her mouth. Sighing he pulled out partially and paused there, much to her alarm, thinking he'd changed his mind and would let the dragons do their work.
''You know what I forgot?'' he said, shaking his head sadly, looking down at his cock resting on her wet lips, ''The Director said no penetration and I guess that means any orifice, including your mouth.'' He leaned over for something on the cart next to her head, She sagged in relief until she saw the dental clamp in his hand.
''Urrgkkkgh,'' she coughed, struggling violently as he quickly forced the appliance into her mouth, over her teeth and locking her jaws into a wide open gape, her tongue and the back of her throat exposed. Taking a tube of KY he applied a thick coat to his cock and hand and leaned back over her, pushing his cock into his fist over her mouth and began stroking his hips back and forth, teasing the head of his cock with her captive tongue and lips.
'Much better', he grunted, drawing his cock all the way back into his hand, leaving a thick layer of KY piled on the swollen head of his cock and then sliding forward, past the clamp and into her mouth, where he smeared the KY and some pre-cum onto her tongue, causing her to salivate and gag.
Her breasts were being crushed by his thighs, drawing moans of pain from her as he rocked back and forth, his inner thighs crushing the dragons onto her nipples. Her mouth, held open by the clamp was slowly filling with saliva and lubricant, forcing her to begin breathing through her nose. Seeing the pool collecting there he sat back and simply held her nose shut until she had to get air, choking and letting the sticky mess slide down her throat. Once that was done he resumed pumping into his fist, teasing himself with the sight of his cock sliding into her struggling mouth.
Glancing at the clock he saw it was time to finish and slowly picked up the tempo. Her breath was being forced in and out of her lungs by the rocking of his thighs on her chest, "Unnh..unnh..unnh", she groaned, her grunts and cries of pain keeping time with his stroke. He began to tense up, the sweat dripping off his legs, making him slip over her breasts, the tiny gold dragons stretching and pricking her nipples as his tempo increased. Leaning forward, he aimed his cock at her open mouth, hot come beginning to surge up the shaft.
"Look up at me when I come, Jasmine." he grunted, making sure her eyes were on his as the first jet of come rose through his cock, perched on the edge of her quivering lips. She looked up as the first thick jet splashed onto her tongue, making her gag and prompting him to hold her head steady while he continued to fill her mouth with thick creamy ropes of come, pumping into his fist and making sure every last drop wound up in her mouth. It had been almost a full week since his last orgasm, and his balls and prostate were full to overflowing. She felt her mouth filling, grossed out and nauseous at the quantity of hot semen she was going to have to swallow.
Jet after jet he continued, pumping four, five, six thick jets of semen, followed by several fat drops that he wiped over her lips, shaking with the effort as he ran his thumb and index finger up and down his softening shaft, squeezing every last drop out.
Sitting back, exhausted with the best orgasm he'd had in many years, he watched her lay there, eyes wide with alarm, with an unbelievable amount of come in her mouth. She struggled against his hand keeping her head straight, preventing her from spilling any of the thick semen from the back of her throat and he could see her trying not to swallow. Reaching over to the tray he turned back holding a small digital camera.
''Smile'', he said, getting several shots, her eyes widening with horror.
''Now....remember your promise Jasmine'', he said, reminding her by flicking a bruised nipple.
Her tongue struggled with the sticky mess burning the back of her throat, trying to push it somewhere to escape the horrible salt/bleach flavor. Sticking his cock back in her mouth he swirled it around, coating her lips and teeth evenly with semen. She nearly gagged.
''Here, let me help you", he offered, slowly backing off the clamp that held her jaws open. With a groan she felt her jaws work free of the appliance, only to have him hold them firmly in both hands, pointing her head back to look at him.
"You can swallow more easily now", he said, watching as her jaws closed and her throat began to wrok to swallow the thick mass down in several gulps. Her eyes began tearing and her stomach heaving at the mess of semen and KY laying there.
''Lick the last drop'', he ordered, watching as her tongue got the last thick bead on the tip of his softening cock before leaning back to get something from the tray, his thighs once again pushing the tiny sharp dragons onto the tender flesh of her nipples.
''Here's one last gift for this evening,' 'he said, showing her a collection vial, ''It's a gift from one of your...patients. He thought you might enjoy the fruits of your labors.'' She groaned, twisting her head away from the approaching vial, realizing who's semen it was. Randy brushed the warm vial against her cheeks and lips, making sure she saw how full it was.
''Open up , Jasmine,'' he said firmly as he cupped her jaw in one hand and turned her back to face him, ''You can do this on your own or you can wait for me to help you.'' he suggested. She hesitated, simply unable to open her jaws for another drop of sperm. Her stomach recoiled at the thought and she gagged slightly as he leaned back over her and dragged his semi-hard cock over her lips.
''Open,'' he said, giving no hint of anger, just a firm command that she reluctantly followed, opening her lips to let the head of his cock slide past them.
''Wider'', he insisted. Her jaws opened once more, this time to avoid touching the thick shaft resting on her tongue as he slid in further, again almost touching the back of her throat.
''Now stay there, just like that. If you so much as move....'' He didn't need to finish the sentence, as a small cry and a quick nod told him that she would obey. He took the vial and swirling the contents, slowly poured the thick sperm down the side of his cock, letting it flow into her unresisting, open mouth. Her eyes widened in alarm as it began to fill the back of her throat, the burning sensation once again causing her to nearly gag.
''Keep your eyes open.'' he prompted her, forcing her to watch as the creamy contents continued to slide down his cock. She could taste the bitter difference in John's semen as it flowed over her tongue. He squeezed the last dollop out of the tube, feeling her tongue and lips work around his cock, unintentionally making him swell in her mouth as she worked to avoid the sperm pooled there. He leaned back, still lodged in her unwilling mouth and stretched luxuriously, savoring the moment. Looking down at her he was delighted as she waited, her mouth deliciously full of him, obedient to his every command. He would savor this moment for a long time.
''OK, you can swallow now.'' he said, holding her lips in a tight seal around him as her throat and tongue worked to clear the thick creamy stuff from her mouth. He waited, his cock not wanting to leave her warm confines as she grudgingly licked his shaft clean, only needing a glance from him to comply.
''Excellent!'' he commended her, slipping slowly out of her mouth. ''That was so completely satisfying, don't you think so?'' Jasmine gave a small reluctant nod as her throat continued to work on the semen coating it.
''You probably want to finish the rest of this don't you?'' he asked, holding up the remaining cum left in the vial. She started crying again as she shook her head in a desperate 'No!' , realizing the outcome even as she refused.
''If you really want this last bit of cum, you'll open your mouth and stick out your tongue'', he suggested, ''Or I'll leave the little dragons to do their work.''
With a sobbing cry Jasmine opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Randy turned the vial over and settled it into her mouth, both of them watching as the last semen trickled out.
''Keep it there while I clean up.'' he said, getting up off her chest and stretching his legs. He busied himself for the next couple of minutes putting away all evidence of his activities.
"Oh, by the way", he said, grinning at her moans as he came back over her and began twisting the tiny dragons off of her swollen nipples,''No such thing as nipple clamps made of memory metal, these are just earrings."
Raising the couch back to it's normal height Randy ignored her crying as he carefully wiped her face and chest with a washcloth, rubbing her breasts firmly and toweling them briskly dry before putting her brassiere back on, the sheer full cups covering all the evidence of his pleasure at her breasts. Straightening her legs somewhat he slid her pantyhose down to her calves, releasing one leg to slip them off, then re-securing it before doing the same with the other leg.
Extending her legs back up into the air he began stroking her cleft, rubbing gently across her full swollen lips until she began to moan, her vagina pulsing with a small bead of moisture that glistened at the edge of her full lips. Leaning down he gave one last long luscious lick, dragging his tongue from stem to stern, trying to memorize her taste, certain that it was going to be the last time he ever got this close to her luscious pussy in his lifetime. She thrust her hips at him in one last entreaty for relief but he ignored it.
He sighed, taking one last admiring look down at her, fully primed, moist and open. "Damn, you're the best tasting piece of ass I've had in a long time.'' he said wistfully, admiring her. ''If you weren't such a controlling bitch......'' He shook his head and resumed preparing her. Reaching over to the tray he held up two jars and brought them over for Jasmine to see.
''I'll be nice, you've got a choice, wax or hair remover?'' he asked, getting a shriek and a renewed struggle at her sudden awareness what was in store for her. He grinned at her thrashing panic, her cries of rage and fear bouncing harmlessly off the walls as her spread thighs strained against their bonds.
''No answer?'' he shrugged, picking up a jar, opening it and tipping it towards her.
''You were lucky this time, it's hair remover, but if you're good and ask nice I'll use some wax for the tender parts.'' She pleaded with him, twisting and bucking. her thighs and buttocks quivering in desperation. He walked calmly over to her side and added several more straps, one across her hips and the other under her breasts, picking them up by the nipple as he slid the coarse nylon under them. He cinched the straps down gradually tighter, making it difficult to draw a full breath.
Donning a pair of gloves he proceeded to smear the paste all over her crotch, layering it over the downy crest of fur at the top of her struggling mound before sitting back and setting the jar down quietly, waiting for her to stop thrashing. She continued her heaving against the restraints, unwilling to accept this punishment, wanting to change her mind and simply leave the Estate, not wanting the punishment she knew the Director had in store for her. Finally exhausted, she collapsed, helpless in the embrace of the couch and waited for Randy to continue with the hair remover.
'' I'd hold still if I were you, so I don't burn you.'' he said quietly, picking up his glove and jar and continued to smear the thick paste into the folds between her legs, covering every convoluted inch. After several minutes he pulled a basin out from under the couch and took a gentle spray and slowly wiped off every evidence of her womanly hair, leaving her pink and completely bald .
''Please.....', she whispered, speaking clearly, the drug having finally left her tongue, ''Please don't do this. I won't be able to stand it, I'll go crazy......please don't, I'll do...urk!", she gagged as he shoved the remains of her panties into her mouth, sealing her lips shut with surgical tape.
''I'll mention to Dr. Collins how you told me a month of chastity was chump change, that anyone could last that long standing on their head." Her eyes opened in panic as her muffled screaming worked its way around the gag, her head shaking violently.
"You can lie here while we see how much time she tacks on.", he smiled, her racking sobs making his satisfaction complete. There was a quiet knock on the door.
Dr. Collins walked in, two nurses behind her pushing a rolling cart covered with surgical cloths. Coming over to Jasmine she stood by her side checking to see what kind of job Randy had done. Inspecting the struggling young woman closely she was pleased to see no overt sign of damage other than a few pale hickeys just above the cups of her bra and along the side of her neck. Stroking her hands over Jasmine's splayed thighs and bare mound she spread the plump outer lips apart, satisfied to find a fully aroused female, her inner lips fully engorged but pre-orgasmic, with no evidence of penetration, either vaginally or anally.
She was pleased with the smoothness of Jasmine's skin, running her fingers over the tender pink flesh and felt no evidence of any hair or stubble, especially around her anus where the most irritation from the device would occur.
'Very good Randy, you did an excellent job, nicely done. Was there any trouble?", she asked, pointing to the tape covering the mouth of the struggling girl. Looking at Jasmine he turned back to the director. ''No Ma'am, the drug was wearing off and her screaming was getting tiresome. I thought you would find it as annoying as I did."
''Hmm, very considerate'', she said wryly, continuing her walk around the girl. ''Do you think she has any last words?'', she asked, watching Jasmine renew her struggling, her muted screaming not even getting a glance from the director.
'No Ma'am", Randy said sincerely, keeping a casual face. "I think she's pretty well come around to accepting her punishment, right Jasmine?'', he asked. turning to address her. Her panting, heaving body spoke otherwise but they both deliberately ignored her struggles.
''OK then, lets get started.'' the Director said, motioning to the two nurses standing to one side. They rolled the surgical cart alongside the couch, pulling the sterile cloth aside to reveal a deep tray of water with what looked to be a sheer pair of full cut panties floating in it.
''You two prepare Jasmine while I get the mesh ready'', she directed the two nurses. Pointing to Randy she motioned him to stand by Jasmine's head ''So you can help calm her while we work'', she said, seeing him smile as he stood behind her, tilting her head up to watch them prepare her for chastisement.
The nurses had first loosened her hip restraint and raised her buttocks off the table completely, pulling her legs back to point them up towards the ceiling and spreading them wide to expose her fully to the harsh surgical light. Drawn and quartered she lay there, sobbing as the nurses began swabbing her bare mound, outer lips and both cheeks of her buttocks with a pale orange liquid which quickly dried to a thin shiny film, making her look like she was wearing a pair of very tight clear orange hot pants. Taking small swabs they also coated her inner lips and the opening to her vagina.
Dr. Collins quickly laid out the anatomically shaped cloth under her, bringing the sides up and around her waist, over her mound and pulling up a flap that covered her vagina and anus completely. Using a surgical blade and several small clamps she carefully sculpted the mesh over her buttocks and both pairs of lips and the first inch of her damp vagina, using her finger to rub the mesh down evenly inside her. Carefully she pulled and stretched an extra flap to cover her clitoris, folding the edges smooth and wrapping the little bud almost completely. She continued, slowly smoothing and stretching the mesh until it fit her exactly like a second skin.
Satisfied she ordered everyone to close their eyes while she donned a pair of goggles, and switching on a hand held UV light source, slowly began passing it over every square inch of skin covered in mesh, causing it to shrink slightly and begin bonding most intimately with Jasmine's flesh..
''Done.'' she said, pleased with the look of the mesh, now only visible when looking closely. "You can let her down now", she directed, watching as Jasmine's legs were lowered and she was slowly brought upright.
Standing in front of the naked young woman, Dr. Collins lifted her sullen head and began talking quietly. ''You have been fitted with a chastity device that's only going to come off when you can show us you've learned what it means to be empathetic, to truly understand someone else's suffering and to act properly. Some people learn this quickly, some people take years." Jasmine paled at that thought as her hands picked at the edges.
'' This mesh is a breathing part of your skin now. It can't come off unless we release it. Your hair will grow back with the ordinary amount of irritation, and you won't find any difficulty with eliminating liquid or solid waste. The mesh won't interfere with your period, though you may wish to use pads for the time being. What this mesh will do is make sexual pleasure impossible for you. It's sole function is to deprive you of any pleasure from your vagina or clitoris.'' A slow tear rolled down Jasmine's face as the doctor continued. ''Because of the small amount of mesh at the entrance to your vagina, sex will also be uncomfortable for your partner, if they're male, making penetration too painful unless a very thick condom is worn. The girl was sobbing now, her body shaking as the doctor continued her lecture.
''This will be a test of several things; first: your commitment to this Estate and what it's goals are, second: the commitments in your relationships, most important being those with your colleagues, then those with your outside relationships, sexual or otherwise."
''Jasmine,'' she said more softly now, consoling her,'' You're too good to lose, dear, otherwise I would have simply offered you the resignation. Do you understand?'' Jasmine nodded sadly, broken and too upset to do much more.
One of the nurses came forward with some ether on a cloth and Martha gently loosened the surgical tape covering her lips, giving Randy a sharp glance as she pulled the soaked panties from the young woman's mouth. They helped her pull up her skirt and re-button her blouse, finally helping her with her heels.
''Go home now, there's a private car waiting upstairs." Martha said. ''Take this Thursday and Friday off and we'll see you on Monday. Try to get some sleep.''Jasmine nodded again, sobbing, afraid to open her mouth for fear of screaming as the two nurses escorted her from the room. After the door clicked shut the Director stood there a long while as Randy began to sweat slightly, pinned under her steady gaze. She walked alongside the couch, running her hands along the surface still warm from Jasmine and looked at the young man standing, waiting for her.
''Come here Randy.'' she said, pointing to the couch. ''Lie down.''
Taking a deep breath he walked to the other side and sat on the edge before pausing. The Director motioned him brusquely with her hand to continue. He complied, leaning back slowly, raising one leg at a time and placing his hands across his lap in an unconscious gesture that told her a great deal.
Leaning over him she took both hands and raised them over his head, feeling him yield effortlessly to her direction. He lay there, exposed much as Jasmine had been. Beads of sweat began to appear on his upper lip, making her smile.
''I was impressed with your performance tonight,'' she began, running her palms over the firm muscles of his chest, feeling the tension there. ''You did well, considering your history with her....very well.'' Her fingers massaged his nipples, forcing them erect. ''And you obeyed my request, although more to the spirit of the law than to the letter,'' she added, satisfied to see him flush at the knowledge that the session had been observed.
''Just remember, there may come a time when you're going to find the roles reversed.'' She paused, leaning over to whisper in his ear, ''I hope she will have learned her lesson by then, if only for your sake.'' She stood upright, smiling down at him. He relaxed at her expression and smiled back slightly. Ruffling his hair affectionately she turned and walked to the door before turning back, Randy not having moved, watching her.
''Good night.'' she said, and the door clicked shut behind her.
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