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Ruth's Journey Ch. 3

By: Capstick



Chapter 3: Ruth Goes Shopping

Nancy finally allowed me to return home, naked and thoroughly defiled. I ran as hot a bath as I could stand, and soaked my aching body till the water turned lukewarm. Afterward I slathered myself with my favorite body lotion, lightly scented with lavender. I felt clean and fresh again, which helped greatly to drive the evil memories of my afternoon in hell away for the time being.

I made the decision to run away. These weren't the friends and family that I once knew and loved! I had my own car, and I could always move back down south. Lot's of places I could hide out, where no one from this life could ever find me. And my own real family would be near to help out. I didn't really care what these evil people thought. First thing though, was I needed clothes. And money. There was none in the house that I knew of. I had a credit card, but there wasn't any room on it. It was the card that we used to live on. The points we used towards a new car. Trouble is, towards the end of the month (which was now) it was all used up! Stan's card had lots of room, but a fat lot of good that did me now! Besides, they could trace me if I used a card. I decided the best thing to do would be to clean out our savings account tomorrow, and leave town right away!

I heard Stan's Toyota Camry pull up in the drive, so I pulled on a pair of his old sweats, and trotted downstairs. Timmy and Amy had heard the car also, and ran out to give him hugs as usual. They all came in to the house together. Stan carried Amy on his hip, her arms wrapped around his neck. If I didn't know them better, I would have been touched! I resolved myself to act like nothing was amiss. "Honey, I need to borrow your card. I've got absolutely nothing to wear! There's lot's of frozen in the fridge for dinner."

"Well kids, what do you think? Should we take Mommy shopping?" They shouted with glee, and my heart sank. I had planned on going by myself. Stan hated to shop! "Okay, okay! Let's get going!" He set his briefcase down against the wall, and led the way out to the car. I followed behind reluctantly, a sense of dread dominating my emotions. Amy jumped in next to Stan, so I slid in the back seat, with Timmy sliding in next to me in the back. I sat bolt upright as his hand immediately plunged up under the top of Stan's sweats, and cup my right breast! Stan looked back through the rear window, backing out of our drive into the street. The top was so baggy on me, that he must not have been able too see what his son was up to! As soon as he turned and put the car in drive, Timmy began to idly flick my nipple, back and forth. I stifled a whimper, as I felt them respond, swelling in both girth and length. Amy was babbling away in the front seat, talking about her day in school. 

My skin was still slick from the lotion, and Timmy cradled my now erect nipple between his thumb and fingers. It was long enough that his first two fingers covered the shaft, and his third and pinkie brushed the puckered tip. Stan drove along oblivious to everything going on behind him. I closed my eyes, overcome by his hardening little dick next to me. I wasn't surprised when I heard a zipper being pulled down. I sensed him fumbling at his crotch, pulling out the very instrument of my descent into corruption! He then took my hand in his, guiding it over to his manhood! I gasped under my breath as he wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Had Satan even changed my darling boys body, as well as his mind to torture me! My fingers couldn't wrap fully around the thick, vein-covered shaft at his loin! Oh so gently he began to stroke his fingers out over my nipple. He pulled my hand up along his steely organ, in perfect harmony. My fist came in contact with his huge, bulbous crown, just as his fingers were about to loose contact with the tip of my aching nipple, but he stopped, giving the very tip a quick squeeze. Reversing his motion, he also pulled down on my hand, and I felt his will working on me, setting up the rhythm he wished me to maintain!

"Mommy, don't forget that tomorrow is parents day at the school!" Said Amy from the front seat. Thank god that Stan had buckled her into the seat belt, so she couldn't turn around! "How about if we let you pick out what Mommy will wear!" said Stan. She squealed with delight. I didn't dare say anything, as my son had now established a diabolical mutual stimulation. I stroked his huge member in perfect harmony to the gentle milking of my turgid nipple. For the life of me I couldn't remember anything about a parents day, but the question left as a warm rush of milk released against the sweat top, staining the fabric and trickling down my tummy. I felt my pussy contract with the obscene stimulation. Stan turned into the main entrance of the shopping mall, just as Timmy left my right nipple, and slid over to my left. 

A mere touch was all it took for the flood to be released, and I felt the now damp cotton sticking to my breasts! As we pulled into a parking spot, he stopped my stroking with his hand. He slid my hand up and over his crown, and I felt his slimy pre-cum trail against my palm. Somehow he managed to tuck his monster cock back in his loose shorts, and jumped out of his side of the car innocent as can be! I slunk out my side, two large dark oblong stains staining the front of the light gray material of my top. My nipples poked holes through the thick material, still pumping out a trickle of milk! "You are such a cow!" scolded Stan, seeing my condition. "I can't go like this," I cried, rubbing my sons cum off against my hip. "You're absolutely right!" he answered. He stepped up to me, and with one violent jerk, he grasped the ribbed bottom of the sweatshirt and yanked it up over my head! He tossed the soiled sweater over his shoulder in disgust, and walked past me, towards the mall. "Kids, bring Mommy!" he shouted over his shoulder. The children each took hold of one of my hands, and pulled me along after Stan. We looked like one big happy family, except Mommy was flopping along bare breasted, milk dripping from her engorged nipples!

We walked in the North entrance, right next to the department store. It was very busy tonight. Shocked faces passed by in a blur. The kids kept hold of my hands, and I had no opportunity to cover myself. I heard all types of whistles and shouts follow along in my wake as we plunged deeper down the wide concourse. I had to hurry to keep up, and my heavy tits were bobbing along with my awkward gate. Stan came to an abrupt halt in front of a sporting goods store. There was a female manikin in the front glass display, which caught his attention. It displayed a tiny white leotard over a fluorescent pink bodysuit, with white leggings and a sweatband.

We hurried inside. A young girl approached cautiously. "Can I be of assistance Sir?" she asked, sneaking glances over his shoulder at me standing with the kids. "My wife would like to try on the workout suit in the window. What sizes do they come in?" he asked, as he turned to the side, allowing her to get a full look at me. I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "They come in a petite, regular and large sir. You're wife is definitely a regular." He gave me a wink. "That's fine, why don't you bring us a petite." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll be right back, sir!" She hurried into the back room, and Stan began thumbing through a rack of tennis outfits while we waited. I couldn't help notice that the traffic in the store had increased drastically since we entered, mostly men browsing absently, stealing glances in my direction!

She returned with the suit on a hanger, presenting it to Stan. He lifted off the leotard, leaving the bodysuit on the hanger. "We won't be needing that! Could you show my wife the dressing room please?" The kids pulled me along behind her, and she opened the half door of a small cubicle on the sidewall. There was a set of three full length mirrors set next to the booth, positioned at forty-five degrees, so all angles could be checked when trying on clothes. I stepped in the booth, and shut the door, reveling in the brief moment of privacy it finally afforded. I slipped the sweats down my legs to the floor. As soon as I stepped out of them, Timmy's hand shot underneath, and snatched them away. 

"Hey there!" I shouted, craning my head over the door. Every head in the store that hadn't been staring at the door certainly was now! I snapped back in, and stared at the tiny piece of fabric that now was the only cover available to me. I forced my feet down through the legs, and stretched it up till the thin crotch of the fabric cut into my groin. Slipping my arms through the straps, I forced first one, and then the other up over my shoulders. A mere string of fabric dived into the crack of my ass, as well as between my vulva! The legs were cut up high over my hips, leaving my entire ass and lower belly exposed. The armholes of the suit dropped down to leave only a thin band of material at my waist. My dark aureole was visible both at the sides, and the deep cleavage, almost exposing my belly button! I tried repositioning the fabric over them, but the material was stretched too tight. My breasts were bulging out comically, spilling out over the tight seams.

The door jerked open, and Stan pulled me out to stand in front of the mirrors. I groaned at my own appearance. The briefest strip of fabric bisected my hairy bush! My swollen lips were hanging down plainly exposed, a hint of pink visible where the fabric cut across. Not only were my dark aureoles extending beyond the confines of the top, they also showed plainly through the stretched out material. Stan stood over my shoulder appraising my appearance, along with the salesgirl. "What's you're name dear?" he asked her, his eyes never leaving me. "Tracy, sir!" she answered. I could see her eyes locked on my pubes. "Tracy, I want you to pick out a tennis outfit or two that you might think is appropriate for my wife. Are you getting an idea of our tastes?" he asked. "I can see what you have in mind sir. I don't imagine you will be needing the underpants which come with the outfits?" Stan smiled warmly at her. "We understand each other completely!" She began darting from rack to rack, draping various outfits over her forearm as she went.

Strangers were milling around, by now surrounded us. They barely pretended to be shopping anymore, and were obviously angling for the best view. The kids must have lost interest. I didn't see them anymore. It's funny but only a few short days ago I would have been frantic searching for them! Now I was just relieved that the little monsters had left me in piece for a while. Tracy passed, hanging up several outfits in the booth for me to try on. I spent the next half hour modeling outfits for my husband, and the rest of the men now gathered around. The only things he accepted were the leotard; two crop tops, one yellow and one white (they left the bottom of my tits completely bare!); a tiny tennis skirt and a brief white cover-up that was supposed to be worn over a bathing suit! I now stood at the checkout wearing it. It was a strapless spandex outfit, at least two sizes too small! Even as I stood there motionless, I could feel the top slipping down to my nipples with each breath. The material bloused at my waist, draping loosely over my hips. It was so short though, that you could see my ass and bush peaking out, even as I stood straight up!

We finally left the store, followed by a large group of my admirers in close pursuit. I had to keep pulling up the top hem, to keep my tits from popping out as I bounced along. We stopped at a directory, which Stan studied for a minute or two. The kids showed up, just when he found what he wanted. They reached out, and I automatically took hold of their hands, immediately regretting my decision! They strode after Stan, pulling me along. I groaned as my top now slipped down unhindered. First one, then the other breast popped completely free, swinging unrestrained. I was powerless in their grasp, as I was lead halfway around the mall in this state, bobbing back and forth as they swung their little arms too and fro!

Finally he found what he was looking for, and we turned to enter a brightly lit cubicle off the west wing of the mall. I followed behind with the kids, under the neon scripted sign "The Hair Saloon". The whole frontage facing the mall was floor to ceiling glass windows. The room was a half circle, bisected by the front glass wall. The entire half round wall was mirrored, with a wrap around counter, all white, with drawers and shelves underneath. Six large stylists chairs spaced at even intervals around the curved walls formed individual stations. Several were occupied with stylists and their clients. Jazz played softly in the background, adding to the overall atmosphere. We stopped at a small acrylic counter just inside the door, where a young girl was eyeing me with absolute amazement. She was quite pretty, with a radical haircut and multiple piercing's. "Can I help you sir?" she asked, her eyes locked on my chest.

"My wife needs a trim." He answered casually, not even looking in my direction. "All our stylists have clients right now sir. We could start her out with a shampoo though, if you would like to continue shopping. Someone should be free in about fifteen minutes or so to work with your wife." He turned, and came back to stand by me. "I don't think you understand what I want," he continued. He lifted my skirt, exposing my hairy snatch to the girl! "Do you understand where she needs the trim?" The girl covered her mouth with a hand, shielding a small smile from us. "Yes, I see what you mean! This is my specialty." She walked up in front of me, and I whimpered softly as she squatted down, to examine my crotch! "I can give her a close trim, but her pubic hair is quite coarse. She will be bristly to the touch!" She was running her forefinger along my outer lips, lightly tracing the round contour of my mound. She appeared oblivious to the copious amounts of wetness I felt gathering. "I can shave her, but the results will be very temporary, and she may grow back even thicker!" She used both hands to spread my lips open, examining my clit tucked between. " I would recommend waxing sir! It will be painful, but the results will be the longest lasting, and when the hair grows back it will be much finer and softer texture."

"Perfect!" he answered with a smile. "What do you think Ruth?" he asked. I wanted to protest, but my body wasn't obeying the signals sent to it by my conscious mind. I just stood there with a helpless expression on my face, while the girl looked up at me. Shrugging her shoulders, she got up off her knees. "We have a private room in the back where we can take care of this procedure, if you'll just follow me." Stan pulled me along after her towards a mirrored door set at the back of the oval, the kids still holding my hands securely at my sides. 

We stopped short though, as she pulled it the door open. "What's wrong with this chair?" he motioned with his head, indicating the center one in the row, which was currently empty. My heart felt like it had jammed in my throat! I felt blood rush to my face, and I saw my face and chest flush bright red in my reflected image on the mirrored wall. "It's fine with me, as long as your wife doesn't care!" I could see her stifling a grin as she waited for an answer. She pushed the door shut, and moved over to the seat. Pumping on a lever at the base with her right foot, the chair hissed down to its lowest level. She swiveled it to face me, and motioned for me to sit down. The kids released my hands, and I took the advantage to yank my top back up over by breasts, as I turned and flopped down in the stiff molded leather seat.

"I'll be right back miss! You just sit back and relax." Easy for her to say! I was facing back out towards the front glass wall, and I saw with that quite a crowd of men had collected outside, staring at me through the plate glass windows. I crossed my legs, and yanked the brief skirt over my groin as best I could. The kids trotted off, apparently getting bored with this game. The girl returned from the back room, pushing a shiny chrome cart with all her supplies.

"Now we work with three different types of waxes" she started to explain, pointing to three different jars. "This is a cold wax, and it is what I would recommend for this area. Your own body heat activates it, so it is quite comfortable. "What about the others?" asked Stan. "Well, we also have what could be termed a medium wax, and gives excellent results also. It is heated in a pot, so it would be quite uncomfortable on this region. The other is a hot wax, and I would be afraid of blistering her. The results are less consistent also, I'm afraid."

"Ruth enjoys a little pain, especially down there!" he chuckled. "But we want her to be as silky smooth as possible. I think she wants the medium wax, don't you dear?" I looked down in my lap, still unable to protest. "Are you sure? It's going to sting some!" I wanted nothing more then to shout the bitch away while kicking my "darling husband" in the nuts, but of course I couldn't. Shrugging her shoulders, she plugged in a small stainless bowl on the cart, and proceeded to scoop out the contents of the jar of medium wax into it. She hummed to herself as she arranged her supplies.

"First thing, we have to give you a little trim. Let's scoot you up on the chair and get started." She walked around behind me, and I felt her pulling on a lever on the back. There was a sharp "Click!" and it fell down almost perpendicular to the floor! She pulled me back by the shoulders to rest on it, placing a small pillow under my head. Moving around to my left, she took hold of my left ankle, pulling it up towards my crotch! She grabbed my left wrist with her other hand, guiding it down alongside my thigh, and wrapped the fingers around my own ankle to hold it back. She circled around to the other side of the chair (around behind of course, so not to get in anyone's way!). Repeating the routine, she stood back and surveyed the results. 

She moved around behind my head, and leaned out over my prostrate form, grasping both my forearms in her firm grip. She pulled back, until my legs were splayed wide open! She began pumping her foot against a lever at the base of the chair, and I felt myself being raised up in the air, an inch at a time. Finally satisfied, she returned to her cart, and picked up a pair of electric clippers. With a snap, they buzzed to life, and she leaned her hip in against the base of my right inner thigh! She cupped my right loin with her left palm, and spread my vulva, so that the lips puckered open. I groaned as she stroked the vibrating tool across my tender outer lips. I knew she could see my clit swelling outward, as she looked back at me with a knowing smile. My spread groin was still on prominent display, as I could see the men pressed up against the windows, over the swell of my belly and the between the arch formed by my splayed legs. The tool finally clicked off, and my formerly lush, thick mound of black pubic hair was now down to even stubble.

Stan moved up beside her, and the two of them consulted about how to proceed. He tickled my puckered sphincter with his index finger, slowly dragging it up between my pouted lips, while the girl stood nodding agreement. I felt my vagina dilate open as his finger traced up to my throbbing clit, where it paused momentarily. I cringed as I felt a trickle of my juices spilling over, to trickle down the cleft of my ass. They agreed that only a thin strip of hair should be left above my loins, and that the balance should be completely hairless! Finally satisfied he turned, but not before giving my clit a tease. I knew he was enjoying the whimper that escaped my lips.


Ruth's Journey Ch. 3



"Let's gets started, shall we?" said the girl, and lifted the cover of the small warmer. She picked up a broad white cylinder in her right hand, and poured some of the wax out into it. There were several different sized rollers on her tray, and she selected one about three inches long, snapping it over the cylinder with an audible "click!" She returned to her former position, forcing my legs wide. Placing the roller at the right side of my pubic mound, she squeezed and a flood of pain rushed over me! Searing heat rushed out against my tender skin, and she stroked the tool down confidently, spreading the heat evenly along the right outer lip of my groin! "OOOOWWWWWWW!!" I cried, and she dropped the roller on her cart with a clatter, picking up a strip of muslin fabric. She pressed the fabric firmly into the wax, spreading it out evenly. Just as quick as I was flooded with pain, the wax cooled off, provided me with a rush of relief! She grasped the skin of my lower belly, leaning forward with all her weight. I felt my pubes being stretched tight, and I instinctively flexed my abs, just as she grasped the top of the muslin strip. "RRRRRIIIIPPPP!!! She pulled off the strip with a firm tug, yanking out all my pubic hair by the roots along with it.

"AAAWWWWGGGGGOOOODDDDD!!!" I cried, and she pressed a warm, damp towel into my groin. Smiling, she held the strip aloft, almost looking like an animal pelt! She tossed it into a waste can and I watched with my vision blurred with tears, as she poured a fresh batch of wax out into the tool. After five minutes of the most exquisite agony I had ever undergone, she held a round mirror up in front of my groin, so I could survey the results. I hadn't seen my hairless groin since I was a little teenager, so I was so ashamed! My outer lips were distended and inflamed, leaving my angry blood engorged, pink inner folds naked and exposed, glistening with my abundant lubrication. My clit extended like a swollen thumb out beyond my lips, begging for attention! 

You could have dropped a golf ball into my vagina, so widely was I gaping open. Only a small line of hair remained. It extended from the very top of my pubes, all the way up to my belly button. If anything, it only made me look more obscene, like a grown mature women pretending to be a little girl. She squeezed out a generous glob of white lotion from a tube across my lower belly, and I closed my eyes as she rubbed the soothing fluid all over my loins, bringing tingling relief. She began stroking her hand slowly up and down. She traced her middle finger firmly from my belly button, down oh so slowly to the cleft of my sore lips, over my swollen clit, slowly circling the entrance of my gaping vagina, tracing the small ridge down to my puckered sphincter. She paused, giving my ass the briefest goose, before she reversed her path. I had to fight with all my might to keep from arching my hips up into her torturing finger! I had become such a wanton slut, crying for release! She stopped all at once, leaving me unsatisfied at the last. The chair hissed down, and I straightened, feeling the ache in my joints as I gathered myself in a more dignified position, sitting up straight at last.

After paying the girl (and leaving a very generous tip!) Stan led me out through the gathered men outside the shop. The kids returned with the shopping bags, and we continued our trip through the mall. I was highly conscious of my naked flesh underneath the brief skirt. I could feel each draft of air pass against my sensitive skin. He stopped abruptly in front of a shoe store, and I caught an evil grin pass his face as he pulled me along inside. It didn't take long to attract the attention of both salesmen, as Stan perused their assortment of pumps. "Can I show you something today folks?" asked the taller of the two guys, with short blond hair. "Yes, you sure can Chad," answered my husband, reading the boys name off his tag. My wife is looking for some "fuck-me" shoes, and this red pair looks perfect, don't you agree?" The boy glanced nervously at me. "I guess so sir. What size do you wear mam?" Stan took hold of my shoulder, guiding me over towards the chairs in the middle of the sales floor. "I think you better measure her son, it's been a while." My heart sunk, as I began to see where this was heading!

He placed me in the middle chair, facing back out towards the entrance. Chip dragged a small stool over to my side facing me. There was an angled platform facing me off the front of the stool. I slipped off my sandals as demurely as possible. "Chip, you're going to need help with this. Why don't you call over your partner?" asked Stan, giving me a wink. "Hey Ed, get over here!" he called, and Stan moved off into the background "Her feet are different sizes boys, so make sure you take good measurements!" They exchanged looks, and Chad shrugged his shoulders. Pulling the sizing templates off the bases of the stools, they placed them on the slanted fronts, facing me at forty-five degree angles. I raised my right leg, and Chip cradled my heel, guiding it into the bottom ledge of the template. I had both hands thrust into my lap, pressing my brief skirt down between my legs. "Now Ruth, shame on you!" said Stan. "Why do you think I paid all that money for your trim? Put your hands behind your neck like a good wife!" I did as he asked, and laced my fingers behind my neck. Ed reached down and hooked my left ankle, and I allowed him to raise it up into the cradle of his tool. My naked pubes were now spread open to them on display! Their placement allowed an unobstructed view to the front of the store, and everybody who passed by could see me spread out between the boys!

My horror was soon to increase though, as Chip looked up at my husband, who now stood behind me. "I'd say she's every bit of a size eight D sir!" His eyes widened, as I felt Stan reach around and slide the top of the dress down, just barely covering my fat nipples! "You can always tell the size of a women's nipples and clit by the size of her toes!" he answered, and began lightly flicking and teasing them through the tight material. "Can you boys see how big her clit is?" They both nodded their heads enthusiastically. I could feel my hairless lips spread open, as I was swelling to attention before them. "Now Ruth you've gone and made these nice boys all uncomfortable!" I could sense their blood-engorged meat calling to me, despite the situation. Chad looked over his shoulder, and seeing no one else in the shop, he scooted forward on the stool. Still cradling my heel, he let the jig drop with a clatter, and rested my foot against the cool bare wood of the stool. Sliding it up towards him I gasped as he buried my toes into his groin! Ed followed suit, and despite my own misgivings, I began to wiggle my toes into the boy's balls, massaging them through their pants.

The rest passed almost like a dream. I was almost watching from above it seemed at the time. Stan slipped the top down below by breasts, fully exposing me to the shoe store clerks. He began rolling my thick nipples between his thumb and forefingers, and I felt my milk glands dimple and swell. The boys unzipped themselves and pulled out their grotesque organs. They had their backs to the door, so passer buyers never knew what was really happening! They scooted their stools up close, till I was splayed out wide in front of them. They began rubbing their erections against the pads of my toes, tracing all the peaks and valleys with the purple crowns of their erections. My husband grasped handfuls of my tit flesh, expressing the nipples he still held in his clutch. Geysers of my warm milk shot out, and he directed the flow up my legs to splash against my feet! The boys continued their explorations, now nicely lubricated by my sweet breast milk. Chad reached in the breast pocket of his white shirt, and pulled out a shiny chrome shoehorn. It was quite long and curved, to form a wide spoon shaped end. 

He pressed the cold-cupped surface up against my hot pussy, sliding it up and down against my clit. Just as I began to press my hips into the tool, he stopped. I whimpered as he began to slap my pussy with it. It made an embarrassingly wet sound with each flick of his wrist! "Splat, splat, splat!" My clit was throbbing in agony. The stimulation wasn't adequate for my release. It only served to torture me at the brink. He pressed his shaft down into the cleft of my big toe, and I began to work my foot back and forth, stroking the underside of his crown. I wiggled my toes, and that did the trick, as his wet ejaculate trickled out the tip, spurt after sticky spurt trailing wetly over the top of my right foot! His partner grabbed the middle of my foot, holding it steady as he rubbed his crown back and forth across the pads of my toes. I concentrated on the sensation, and began focusing pressure to his organ with each toe, in concert with his slow sweeping motion. He whimpered and let loose, grinding himself into my toes! His goo spread sickly all over my toes, working its way between and through, trailing down the front of my left foot. I gasped as Chad slid the tool down, spreading me open like a speculum!

The boys nursed the rest of their ejaculate out over my slick feet, and tucked their organs back in place, calm as can be! "Let's try a pair of these on," said Stan, holding up a stiletto-heeled red pump he had selected off a display. Ed disappeared through a curtained off door, to get my size. I dared not move my feet off the stools, as I feared that the sharp edges of the shoehorn would slice me open if I moved! Chad merely smiled, and flicked the tool with his finger. A shock wave of pleasure/pain deep blossomed deep within me! 

The warm semen was trailing down my feet, tickling me slightly, as Ed returned with an open box of pumps in my size. He set the box between them, directly under my splayed groin on the floor. Chad grasped the shoehorn, and oh-so-slowly extracted it, millimeter by millimeter. As it slipped out I remained dilated, my body begging to be filled again. He picked up one of the pumps, and I grimaced as he carefully guided my slimy foot into the tight toe of the shoe! He wedged my heel into place with his tool, now slick with my juices. Ed repeated on my other foot, and they finally helped me to my feet. I stood unsteadily, not used to this high of a heel. Their jism squished inside the stiff leather as I shifted my weight, reminding me of the public humiliation. There were now several men milling around the store, sneaking looks at me as they pretended to browse.

Stan picked up a long framed mirror, which was up against the sidewall. It was only two feet high, and about six feet long. He laid it down flat on the floor in front of me, extending out towards the front entrance. "Walk towards me babe!" he said, and smiled with anticipation. I had to step bow legged over the mirror, as I wobbled unsteadily forward. Droplets of my milk splashed against the reflective surface, as my boobs swayed back and forth. My arms were still laced behind my neck. Stan had not given me permission to drop them. "Stop honey!" he motioned, when I was directly in the middle. "Sir, could I get your opinion of these shoes on my wife?" He was motioning one of the strangers over! The creep gladly obliged, and I looked down to see his leering gaze stare back at me in the reflective surface. I could see the view he was being treated to underneath my skirt, as my bare pubes were on full display. My pink inner lips were pouting out wetly. "I think they are perfect!" he eventually answered, as he slowly circled me. I doubt he even knew the color of the blasted things! The boy's semen had pooled around the cleft of my toes, which the shoes left bare. Ropy streamers traced the top of my feet, very apparent to even casual inspection.

"We'll take them!" said Stan. "I'll take a pair in white and black also, if you have them. You can drop your arms now!" he continued, returning his attention to me. "And fix your dress, you look like a slut!" I pulled up the top of the skirt again, stretching it back into place, as I stepped over the mirror. "You can throw her sandals in the bag. She'll wear these home today I think!" He gave me a wink, and I wiggled my slimy toes together, encased like sausages in the obscene shoes. As we left the store, every step I took squished wetly.

Continued in Part #4, Ruth goes to school



Ruth's Journey Ch. 4



Ruth's Journey, Part #4, Ruth Goes to School

"Mommy, hurry up! We have to be to school at eight!" Amy whined outside my door. I heard her stomping her feet with impatience. I had overslept again, and had only awakened a few minutes ago. Stan had already left for work, and must not have bothered getting me up. We had both always been very involved in our children's education. We never missed a school board meeting, and were both active with the local P.T.A. Amy had just started middle school this year, and I had already been allowed to sit in her classroom twice so far. I believed that doing so kept the teachers on their toes. Unfortunately though, few others in the district felt the same way. Most times, I was the only adult to take advantage of the opportunity.

I selected the yellow halter dress Amy had picked out for me at the mall. It was the most conservative of the outfits they had purchased that day. It did have a very pretty floral print, but unfortunately was way shorter then I thought was proper for a lady my age. The top was ribbed, and I yanked it up over my breasts. They ached so badly! I felt like two over-filled water balloons were pulling at my shoulders! Well at least they were covered, as I checked myself in the mirror. I was left feeling very naked under the lightweight fabric, as I rushed into the bathroom. I barely had time to use the toilet and brush my teeth, before Amy was pounding on the door. I grabbed my hairbrush and rushed out to meet her. She was all ready for school with her little backpack strapped on. She also had a beach bag hooked over her shoulder. I snatched my purse on the way out the door. I breathed a sigh of relief when I started the car, and saw that we had plenty of time to make it. I took a few minutes to fix my makeup in the rear view mirror, before we pulled out. Amy squirmed in her seat, her impatience quite evident.

"Honestly dear, I've never seen you so anxious to get to school before! You must really like Mr. Evans." I had found him to be a bit stodgy, but he did kind of remind me of her favorite Uncle Jack. I suppose that was why Amy had been doing so well this year. She had never been as good a student as Timmy, but she showed more promise this year. Maybe she will be a late bloomer I thought, as I pursed my lips and applied my favorite lipstick. I almost felt like a real parent once again, until I shifted in the seat that is. My bare ass stuck lightly to the hot vinyl seat, and I was reminded about my current predicament. Throwing the transmission into reverse, I backed down our drive. Ten minutes later, I was putting it into park in the visitors lot at Cary School for gifted Children.

As we walked into the classroom, I pulled up short. Instead of kids, the class was full of young couples. A light blazed in my eyes from the near side of the room, and I blinked into a spotlight mounted above a handheld video camera, no doubt someone from the schools A.V. department. Oh good Amy, right on time, said her teacher Mr. Evans. He walked towards me and took my hand. "Don't forget my stuff!" said Amy, handing him the duffle she carried. "Thank you Amy! You can head down to the gym now with the rest of the class. No kids allowed!"

He cleared his throat, as he pulled me to stand in front of his desk, at the front of the room. "Always nice to have you as a visitor Ruth!" he started, giving me a big smile. His eyes still traveled over my body, and I squirmed as I felt his cock stir. I looked down to see my nipples stiffen, even through the heavy ribbed material stretched tightly over my chest. "Okay, let's get started shall we! Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Ruth Dickson. One of my children volunteered her services to us the other day. Apparently she was quite eager to be our demonstration model for today's class. I'm going to need an assistant, would anyone care to volunteer?" I turned to look at the room, and several of the men started to rise. "No, no, I'm sorry! I should be clearer! Would any LADIES care to volunteer!" I was puzzled as laughter broke out in the room. The men sat down with a shrug and sheepish grins. A young girl from the back of the room stood awkwardly, and waddled towards the front of the class. She was hugely pregnant. Looking around the room, I saw that all the women present could also qualify for the same condition! What had my darling daughter got me into now?

Mr. Evans sat Amy's bag down on the desk, as the girl moved up beside me. She reached in the bag, and pulled out two of my clear Pyrex mixing bowls from our kitchen. She placed them carefully side-by-side on the desktop. Next were two ostrich feathers I used as decoration Amy's bedroom wall. Some of the couple's in the room were whispering, and Mr. Evans had folded his arms, stroking his goatee as he watched the lady arrange my daughters supplies.

I was puzzled when she pulled on one of my garden gloves, and slipped it on. She reached into the bag, and pulled out two stalks of thistle, covered with hairy pokers. I understood the glove, but now I was as puzzled as everyone else, as she placed them carefully on the desk, in line with the feathers. Slipping off the glove, she set it next to the thistle. Next out of her bag was a large half-full jar of Vaseline from our bathroom. She pulled off the lid, setting it next to the bowls. My heart stopped when she pulled out the last item. I buried my face in both hands, as Mr. Evan's gaze shot in my direction.

When I married, my friends threw a bachelorette party for me. One of the gag gifts I had received was now setting, proudly erect, in the center of Mr. Evans desk. I had forgotten all about it. How had Amy found it anyway! I had it stored away in a chest in the attic, but there it was! A lifelike silicone statue of John Holmes member, molded in hot pink, rested plainly in view. Mr. Evans hand had stopped stroking his goatee, and now hid what probably was a snicker coming from his mouth, as he stood behind the desk. There was muted laughter throughout the room, and my gaze dropped to the floor.

I couldn't break their evil power over me! I stood mute in front of the desk, and gave a helpless, pleading look at Mr. Evans. I new it was in his power to stop this perversion before it went any further. The assistant grasped my arm, ane directed me behind the desk, facing back towards the room of gleeful spectators.

It turned deathly silent. I heard the shuffle of a foot from the back of the room, then a small cough. A round clock above the blackboard sounded with a rhythmic ticking, counting down the seconds that lasted for hours to me, as I awaited whatever they had planned. Mr. Evans moved up close beside me. "Your lovely child tells me that you'll do whatever I tell you", he whispered in my ear. "Is that true?" I couldn't answer him, my vocal cords were frozen. "Nod your head yes, Mrs. Dickson!" he continued, and I couldn't help myself. A huge grin erupted, as he watched my head bob. "Mrs. Dickson" he said aloud, for the rooms benefit. "Would you be so kind as to raise your arms, and lace your hands behind your neck?" He wasn't surprised when I complied, as he realized the power he now wielded. His assistant placed her hand on the small of my back, and pushed me forward till the front of my thighs were up against the cool metal of the desk. "Mrs. Dickson, please bend forward at the waist, keeping your arms in the same position." I bent over, my weight pressing forward into the desk. I could sense him gaining self-confidence, slowly becoming intoxicated with the control he held over me. "Mrs. Dickson, could you please spread you legs!" he said in a hoarse voice, placing a hand softly at the base of my ass. I complied, and I heard a soft chuckle. He lifted my skirt, draping it up over the small of my back, and cupped my bare pubes with his hand!

"We will now begin our study and appreciation of the lactating women. Perhaps with this first hand experience today you will be able to better arrive at your own personal decisions as to whether or not you will breast feed your own newborns." His assistant snaked an arm out in front of me. She grasped the top hem of my dress and slipped it down, till by bloated tits rolled out, swaying heavily towards the desktop. The crown of my dildo was mere inches from my face, as its suction cupped base firmly gripped the smooth surface. The girl slipped a hand under my left boob, and lifted it up over the edge of the bowl as she positioned it underneath. Mr. Evans hand crept into view, snatching hold of the shaft of the dildo. He pulled it free with a pop, and plunged it into the jar of Vaseline, scooping up a blob as he pulled it out. His assistant slid the second bowl into place, under my other breast.

I grimaced as I felt the broad crown of the dildo stroke up and down my slit, finally coming to center against my vaginal opening. He gave it a shake, squirming around to determine the best angle for penetration. "OOOHHHWWW!!" I moaned, as he plunged the tool in to the hilt, pressing it up against my cervix! The girl picked up an ostrich feather in each hand, and gently began tracing the contours of my quivering mounds of flesh, reaching around from behind me. Goose pimples were raised, as she began teasing me so slowly. Mr. Evans started to rotate the tool deep within me, pulsing it slowly in and out. The lady now concentrated on teasing my nipples simultaneously, and I gritted my teeth against the agony she was causing! Steady drips had started to plop down into the bowl, as my milk glands had swelled to bursting. She giggled and began to flick the feathers rapidly, stroking back and forth across my puckered nipples. I wiggled back and forth, whimpering out loud, and continued to leak to the rooms delight. The stimulation wasn't sufficient to release my pent up flow though. It only served to punish me with heightened agony and stimulation! The girls bulging belly was pressed into my side, as she flicked the feathers faster and faster.

I heard a zip behind me, and then Mr. Evans leaned up close to my ass, hands circling around my hips. I could feel his hard organ resting against the cleft of my ass, and he leaned over me, stretching his hand around to reach the bowl of lube. He dipped two fingers in, scooping out a generous glob. Staying very close to hide the view from the room, he wormed his hand in between us, and wiped his greasy fingers across my asshole. I sighed with relief as the girl dropped the feathers on the desk, and circled around the desk. She pulled on the glove, wiggling her fingers. "Tickling was the first test, but while a hell of a lot of fun, it didn't produce much results. The room burst out with scattered laughs and applause. Mr. Evans began flicking his crown across my rectum, finally centering and pressing forward slowly. His hands grappled into the tender flesh of my belly and hips, and he slowly pushed beyond my sphincter. I felt his tool sliding down against the thick dildo still buried inside my vagina. Only thin membranes of silky flesh separating them inside me.

The girl fished out a beaded chain from the bag. She snaked it around the back of my neck, letting the ends dangle down loose. There were alligator clips dangling off the ends. It looked like something that dentists used to hold their little napkins in place. She reached out over the desktop, and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me up straight. I stood on tiptoes, still harpooned on Mr. Evans cock. The assistant repositioned the bowls, to catch the milk that was still oozing out of my nipples. Mr. Evans grasped either side of my hips, and began to grind my pelvis in small circles against his stiff organ. His breath was hot in my ear. The girl picked up the first stalk of thistle, clipping it onto the chain "OOUUCCCHHH!" I cried, as she let it fall to rest across the top slope of my breast! I jerked back into Mr. Evans, burying his organ into my ass up to the hilt. 

"Oh my!" he softly cried, and patted my ass in appreciation. I looked down to see angry welts rise up under the woody stalks. As long as I stayed still, the burning pains subsided. The girl squealed with delight, and clipped the other stalk into place, draping it across my other breast. She reached again into her bag of tricks. I watched her out of the corner of my eyes, as she pulled out a small box of dried peas. I gasped with agony, as the teacher abruptly pulled out of me with a wet plop, causing my breasts to sway. The stalks dragged across my swollen purple aureole, and streams of milk erupted with the blossom of exquisite agony that shot through my body. The pain took my breath away, as I was forced to breath in very small gasps to keep my chest still. Tears ran down my cheeks and dropped onto my breasts. I moaned as the salty liquid tortured my abused flesh anew. A steady stream of milk now trailed into the bowl. "As you can see, with this cow pain appears to be more succesful in expressing milk then pleasure!" The little bitch was pointing towards my flow as she addressed the room. She reached into the bag, and now pulled out two boxes.

Mr. Evans wiped himself off on my skirt, and I heard him zip his pants. the girl waddled over to the corner desk in the front row, and began passing out a thick straw to each person in the front row of the class. She shook out a small handful of dried peas to each person from the other box. Giggling, she moved up to the front corner of the room, where Mr. Evans joined her. I looked out helplessly through tear filled eyes, as one by one, the guys and girls realized what the teachers had in mind. They began loading up their cheeks with peas, just like schoolkids! I groaned as the center guy brought the straw up to his lips. The room was absolutely silent. "Ffup!" A pea glanced off my ribcage, ticking against the back wall to finally rattle and roll to a stop on the hard shiny floor. 

"Ffup! AAWWWGGGOOODDD!" I cried, as this time his aim was true. My body flinched as the hard little pea strung square against his bulls-eye, which of coarse was my aching areole. I couldn't help but flinch, and agony filled my conscious body. My boobs heaved, and the stinging spikes raked across the tops of my tits. Little spurts of milk traced the desktop. "Ffup! Ffup!" All six people in the front row now joined in and I shrieked out loud, unable to still myself. My boobs bounced and shook, as the groups aim gained accuracy. Pea after pea smacked into my tender abused flesh. The thistle swayed in opposing motion, striking and dragging across my flesh with abandon. My chest and the front of my dress were soaked with my milk. I could feel trickles running down the front of my thighs. This torture continued till they ran out of peas. I'm afraid I came very close to going insane with the pain. Silence suddenly filled the room, where a minute before the space was filled with my cries of pain. My throat was hoarse from my screams, as I gasped in deep choking breaths amidst my sobs and tears. I bent forward, leaning over the desk, so that the cruel spikes swung away from my flesh.

The bitch unclipped both stalks, letting them fall to the desk. Mr. Evans moved in behind me and yanked my tight dress down over my hips, letting it fall to my feet. I was oblivious to even this, as I now stood nude in front of the class. The bitch-cunt now slipped the chain off my neck, but she wasn't through with me yet. She spread open the toothed jaws of one end between her thumb and forefinger, and I watched stunned as she slipped the open jaws over my left nipple, and released her grip! I swooned from the pain, my knees dipping. Mr. Evans took the opportunity to grasp the base of the dildo, and ram me back upright by ramming it up against my womb. I closed my eyes, and felt the cold teeth of the remaining clamp scrape over my other nipple, and bite down pinching the base. Teacher grasped my hands, which remained laced together behind my head. He pulled me around to stand beside the desk, in full view. A mixture of milk and tears had coated my flesh, and I glistened under the harsh room lights. I looked down at my body, and was horrified by the sight of my chest. The tops were covered by a crisscross of angry red welts. I feared I would be scarred for life. My nipples ballooned out from the jaws of cruel clamps, now attached by the swinging beaded chain.


He returned to his desk and slid open his top drawer. He pulled out a small plastic box filled with brightly colored thumbtacks. "Okay ladies and gents, please clear the tops of your desk" he said aloud. There was a shuffle of books and papers, as they tucked their stuff away inside their desks. They now sat at attention. The men were staring at me with wonder, and the ladies were mostly giving we disgusted looks, as I stood exposed in front of them. He sauntered over to the front corner desk. Puzzled, I watched as he worked his way down the row. I soon realized he was skipping the girls, as he shook out a few tacks in the center of each of the guys desks. He gave instructions to each guy as he passed, and they busied themselves arranging the tacks just so, point side up. He shook out the remaining tacks on the last desk, there must have been twenty lying in front of him.

"Let's see how effective this little pain thing is, shall we?" he asked to no one in particular, handing the empty container to his assistant. He strolled over to my side, and ran his hand up the back of my thigh, tracing the contours till it rested against my bare ass cheek. He softly tapped my ass, and grasped the chain with his free hand. I shrieked as he pulled me along by the nipples. I had to shuffle along awkwardly since I was still impaled by the pink dildo. He pulled me right in front of the first desk. The guy was certainly enjoying the view, seeing my breasts up so close. He left me standing there, walking back to his desk. I heard a drawer open and close, and he was right back at my side. "Can I lower my arms please?" I croaked out hoarsely, still irritated by my earlier agonized wails. "Nonsense!" he answered with a smile. "Let's see if Ruth can pick up all these tacks with no hands, shall we?"

"Spread your feet apart, Mrs. Dickson!" he directed. "Please don't do this to me, haven't I suffered enough!" I pleaded, looking into his eyes. I saw no sympathy, only a slight flicker of amusement. "WHACK!" He smacked my ass with his hand, the sharp smack sounding loudly in the quiet room. "Don't ever make me ask twice!" he warned, and I shuffled my feet apart slowly, till he nodded his head. They were now slightly wider then shoulder width. "Squat down slowly please." He circled behind me, and as I bent at the knees, he reached in between my thighs, directing me to flare them outward as I dropped. He patted my groin, directing me to stop. He watched with fascination, as I felt the dildo begin to slip out of my cavity, inch by inch. Just before it fell out he grabbed the shaft, pulling it clear. "Well, that was most unfortunate! I guess we'll just have to stick this someplace where it can't fall out! Open your mouth please, Mrs. Dickson." I looked at him helplessly. "I'm begging you" I began, but he ignored my begging and shoved the slimy crown against my mouth, forcing it in between my teeth. He shoved it roughly forward, driving it against the base of my throat. He was satisfied when I began to choke against the obscene size of the thing. "So much for her whines! Now lets get started." My thighs were beginning to tremble as the lactic acid built up in the muscles. He grabbed a handful of my hair with his left hand, and pressed his clenched right fist against my spine, just under my shoulder blades. He pulled my head back as he drove my chest forward with his fist, forcing me into the position he wanted. I now hovered over the table, my legs splayed apart with my exposed sex thrust up in the air. 




Ruth's Journey Ch. 4



He pressed down on my head. "MMmmfff!" I gave a muffled shriek as my swollen breasts settled down on top of the tacks! I jerked back automatically, but he maintained his grip and held me down till all their heft and weight settled onto the top of the desk, over the small pincushion that rested underneath. He snaked a hand under my right arm. He had a bottle of lotion in his hand. He squeezed the bottle, and a spurt a cream splashed down across my abused flesh. He squeezed again and again all over, till both breast were covered with the goo. "Friend, Mrs. Dickson's real sore, and it would be nice if you helped rub the cream in for her!" I sputtered and spit around the shaft wedged in my mouth. The people around us were giggling and laughing at my comical noises of protest. the man reached out, looking to his wife for approval. She nodded, and eagerly grasped my titflesh, massaging the lotion in! My eyes clouded over in agony as he drove the tacks further into my tender flesh! Milk spurted all over him, as I released a huge flow of pent up liquid! "Well, that's certainly an effective method, don't you agree Mrs. Dickson?" said Mr. Evans, as he yanked me back off the desk, still in the humiliating squat. The desk was now clear of tacks, only a pool of my sweet milk remained behind. 

My tormentors assistant appeared at my side, and I jerked as she casually pulled out a tack, dropping it back into the container. She continued picking them off, one at a time, delighting in my agony. Milk continued to dribble out all over the floor. I gurgled and jerked as she clumsily pulled out the last one, smiling to herself as she turned away. "Okay Mrs. Dickson, let's get going, there's lots to go!" I waddled down the row between the tables to the next man, dragged again by the chain. I squatted once more, this time apparently to his satisfaction since he didn't punish me. Drool was dangling off the base of the dildo and my chin. I gurgled as I settled down atop the desk, nestling against the little pincushion that had been prepared for me. T

his guy was very rough as he squeezed my flesh so roughly, and I fought against the urge to vomit, as once more the tacks were driven home. Teacher was taking advantage of my exposed sex, and was wiggling one of his fingers against my pucker anus, teasing the gateway into my warm cavity. "That's enough!" he said. "MMmmmfff!" I protested, as he slowly slid his finger in all the way. He hooked his finger inside me, grasping me like a fish on a hook. I was forced to waddle backwards up the row, back towards the front of the classroom. I heard the people laughing amongst themselves, as he pulled to a stop in front of his assistant. I sputtered and gave a muffled shriek as she reached for a tack, casually brushing against the others studding my flesh. Drool continued to flow off my chin, hanging in streams off my chin.

"What we need here is a leash," said Mr. Evans, arms folded as he stroked his chin, deep in thought. He began to circle the room, scanning the shelves and tables as he went. He stopped in front of a computer station at the back of a room. He reached down, and gave the mouse a quick wiggle. The monitor flashed to life. He bent down behind the table, pulling something free. He turned and walked over to a side cabinet, clutching the mouse in his right hand, the long cord looped in a loose coil. Pulling open a middle drawer, he reached in and held up a blue box, flipping up the lid. He pulled out something small and red, I only caught a small flash as he closed the lid and dropped it back into the drawer. It was hard to concentrate on his actions, as the bitch slowly pulled out the last tack, maximizing my agony. I whimpered, biting into the unyielding silicone phallus stretching my jaw. When I opened my eyes, Mr. Evans stood before me. I now realized his perverted design! The bright red flash I saw was a simple rubber balloon, into the opening of which he had plunged both of his thumbs, stretching it wide open. He worked it against the rounded tip of the computer mouse, and stretched it up and over the spherical shape, letting it snap into place. Instead of a sophisticated electronic instrument, it had been instantly transformed to a device of insane torture! "Bring me that jar of Vaseline her daughter so thoughtfully provided", he asked the girl.

She rushed to the desk, banging against it as her momentum carried her forward. Snatching the small bottle, she slid to a stop back by my tormentor. He plunged the orb in, retracting it after it was well coated with a glob of lube. "Let's not waste time Mrs. Dickson, shall we? Now assume your position please." He circled around behind, as I squatted down, allowing him easy access to my privates. I looked out into the eyes of the class, as he brushed the orb between my moist inner lips. I can only imagine the emotions the group saw pass over my face, as teacher slid the point past my vaginal cavity, and trace a smooth line up to my anus! I moaned as he pressed forward, and had flashbacks to my earlier violations. "Aaaggghhhhccchhh!" I sputtered, and the dildo almost shot out of my mouth, as the teacher allowed the mouse to pause at its widest point, prolonging my agony. He now held it by the cord, wiggling it cruelly back and forth. He reached around, and drove the phallus back into my throat as he released his grip on the mouse cord! I swallowed the mouse whole at the same instant that I swallowed the phallus down my throat. The group watched me like I was some kind of sideshow freak at the circus, as I squealed like a stuck pig! As the foreign object filled my rectum, a wave of false relief swept over me. My sphincter muscles finally relaxed, but unconsciously, I knew what was coming. The mouse filled the base of my rectum, and I was acutely aware of each contour as my soft flesh gripped it in a strange embrace.

He allowed the dildo to slip out of my throat, as I choked and coughed out flem and mucus, sputtering around the obscene object. He held it loosely in my mouth till I got myself under control. Tears were streaming down my face. "You either hold it here, or I shove it back down your throat!" he promised me. I bit down, pinning the crown against the base of my throat. I had to struggle against my body's gag reflex, as more drool streamed down, splashing against the tops of my pumps. He cupped a cheek of my ass, and shoved my forward. As I took my first awkward step forward, he reached down and gathered the end of the cord in his fist. As I waddled my left leg forward, in my splayed, squatted stance, he gave a quick tug just as my foot hit the floor. This brought my to an immediate halt. He lifted up on the cord, causing my ass to arch obscenely up in the air. He brought his hand down across my upturned ass with a sharp smack, and I jumped forward. 

Quick taps kept me waddling down the aisle, till another tug brought me up short in front of the last desk, where tacks begged my attention. Now he pulled straight up on his cord, as he pressed his hand down between my shoulder blades. He was directing me like some kind of show pony! I dipped my breasts down onto the tacks. Flecks of pain swam in my vision. I had dropped at a sharper angle due to his manipulation, and my right breast plunged dead center into the gathered spikes, the chain rattling against the desk top. Some tacks pierced my swollen and tormented areola. I jerked up, the brightly colored tacks decorating my heaving flesh, as he gave me a strong tug. I waddled backwards, trying to keep up. I could feel the orb being pulled partially into view, as he swung his arm back and forth, parading me back up the aisle to his waiting helper. Again she took her time, carefully extracting each tack with great deliberation. She left the tack piercing my areola for last. I watched with horror as she casually cocked her forefinger against her thumb. She flicked her finger, brushing the final tack out of my breast! Pain washed over me, and I would have passed out, except the teacher yanked on my leash, causing me to stumble backward down another aisle. I must have been quite a site, pulled along backwards in this awkward duck waddle! He pulled up short and cupped my bare ass, bringing me to a stop.

This was the last desk, and it was littered with tacks. As I hovered above the desk, I gritted my teeth in anticipation. I closed my eyes tightly and lowered my chest, shrieking aloud as my breast chain was pulled up in the air, pulling my boobs up into my chin. It felt like my nipples were going to be ripped off, and I let out a muffled scream, choking on the thick phallus! "Oh, does that hurt? I'm so sorry!" said Mr. Evans, and he opened his hand. My heavy tits dropped down heavily against the surface of the desk. Indescribable pain shot through me. It took my breath away! He pulled me away with my leash, back to his assistant, who immediately began prying each tack out with her fingernails, biting her lip in concentration. Each one seemed to take an eternity, and I couldn't help swaying and jerking back and forth, multiplying the pain and discomfort. I glanced down thinking that I was going to be covered in blood. It felt like I was being absolutely flayed! Not a drop was visible though. 

Milk continued to drain from my glands. Of course, all the damage covered the undersides of my breasts, which were out of view. The teacher reached out, and I screamed as he pulled the clips off my nipples, one at a time. Blood swelled them, bringing each nerve ending alive with exquisite agony! Milk briefly spurted, dying back down to a trickle. I swooned as the bitch pried out the last tack, dropping it into the small box. I screamed, and the dildo shot out by the force of my agony, bouncing comically before me to rest glistening on the floor, wet with my saliva. This pain was soon forgotten though, as Mr. Evans pulled the mouse out of my ass with a strong tug, and I fell forward onto my hands and knees. 

I slowly gathered my wits, as my breath slowed to ragged gasps of outrage and pain. My torturers had finally had enough apparently. The first thing that greeted my vision when I opened my eyes was the obscene wet dildo, now mere inches from my face beneath me. How appropriate! Mr. Evans grasped a handful of my hair, and pulled me up to a squat on my haunches. "Would the ladies please leave the room now? This last part is for men only, I'm afraid!" He still held my head still, I rested my hands against the top of my bare thighs as I watched the women leave the room, pulling the door shut as they left.

He yanked back on my hair, till my face was tilted up in the air. I looked up helplessly in his eyes, but I saw no mercy there. "A nursing mother needs lot's of protein men, so i'm going to need your help!" He unzipped his trouser, and pulled out his engorged organ to dangle over my face. He began stroking it in a steady rhythm, and I sensed the rest of the men approach and encircle me. His cock had swelled, and I watched with dread as his sack contracted. He pried my mouth wide open with his free hand. "Stick your tongue out Mrs. Dickson" he directed, and immediately stroked the underside of his crown against the slick surface. I felt his contractions oh so intimately, and his thick, salty fluid poured into my mouth, filling the base of my throat! I struggled against gagging, squeezing my eyes shut. "Be a good girl now Mrs. Dickson, and don't swallow quite yet! Suddenly he pulled away from me, and another organ was thrust against my puckered lips! My mouth watered, adding to the slimy fluid pooled against the base of my throat. The new cock stiffened, and began pulsing it's sickly load into my mouth, adding to the sickening contents within. One after another, load after load was deposited, until the vile mix filled my open oral cavity, bulging my cheeks like an obscene chipmunk. 

"Now show these men how important protein is to a lactating woman, Mrs. Dickson! Don't spill a drop!" I couldn't imagine a worse torture, as the group of strangers watched me force down the whole mess, one agonized swallow after the next, till I was left sobbing and sputtering, covered in sperm, saliva and my own breast milk! My belly felt bloated with their fluids. All of my cavities had been stretched and violated, and I lamented my fate, wondering what future could possibly await me!

Continued in Part #5, Ruth goes to the Bank 



Ruth's Journey Ch. 5



I had to leave town right away! I pulled out of the school parking lot, absolutely disgusted with myself. My abused breasts were aching so. I felt sick to my stomach, the glob of semen thick within. I was so anxious to get out of the school, that I didn't even consider stopping in a restroom to wash up. The metallic odor of cum filled the cars interior. I drove directly over to our bank, intent on emptying our savings account and fleeing this evil town.

I entered the busy lobby, and filled out a withdrawal slip at a kiosk up against the back wall, using one of their chained ballpoint pens. I joined the line of people, snaked around the lobby by red velvet ropes supported on chrome stands. They had a ticker mounted high above the teller windows that scrolled the day's news, weather and sports stories. I watched it aimlessly, as the line drifted along silently. As a teller became free, they flip a switch, and a small light would direct the next person over from the line. There were eight stations, and the tellers sat behind a thick barrier of glass, separating them from the people in the lobby. Off to the right side of the lobby there were two separate stations with half walls jutting out for a few feet. Business deposits were handled in them, and there were hatches where coins and other bulky items could be passed through.

My turn finally came up, and I walked up to the center teller's window. There was a circular tray in the countertop, which allowed me to pass the slip and my I.D. under the glass to the older lady who waited on me. Her nameplate read "Marge." I didn't remember seeing her before, but it is a busy bank with lots of people buzzing around. I had purposely left the withdrawal amount empty, and she opened up the speaker at her side, as she entered my account into her computer keyboard. 

"How much would you like to take out today, Mrs. Dickson?" she asked. I had to strain to hear her voice through the small speaker in the busy lobby. "I want to take everything out but five dollars please! Nothing bigger than a twenty, if you could." The last statement I found showed a balance of over seven thousand dollars in our savings, which should be enough to get me started in my new life. Marge looked at her video screen, her eyes squinting in concentration. "I'll be back in just a minute" she said, and walked rapidly off to a side room, over beyond the business windows. She carried my driver's license and bank slip with her.

After a few minutes, I saw her return with a man in a business suit. He looked like your typical banker, rather dour and uptight. He leaned over the microphone, and pressed the lever on the side. "I'm sorry Mrs. Dickson, but a limit of twenty dollars has been placed on any withdrawals you can make per day! I'm afraid there's really no way we can carry out your request today!" My expression must have transmitted my feelings, as I felt absolute depression setting in. "I don't understand this, It's my account to!" I shouted, rather forcefully. He removed some reading glasses from his breast pocket, and reviewed a file he carried. "Mrs. Dickson, perhaps you could move over to the first cubicle. 

There does appear to be a special prevision we could discuss. I followed him across the lobby, and stepped into the first business station, ignoring the chair that was in front of the waist high counter. "This isn't right! It's my money as much as my husbands! When the hell did this happen!" The man looked distressed, and opened up a manila folder he had placed down on his side of the counter. He flipped a latch on the hatch window between us, and pulled the small barrier aside. He pushed an official looking form through the opening, allowing me to inspect it. I recognized Stan's signature at the bottom. "You're husband was in just yesterday to complete the paperwork. I'm afraid he is the only one who can change the conditions. He did make an additional provision though, which I found highly objectionable. I hesitate to even bring it up now. If you will kindly read the closing paragraph, I believe you will see what I mean."

I sat down, and my eyes followed down to the bottom of the page. "Furthermore, there shall be only one way in which the individual known as Ruth Dickson can exceed this daily limit of funds I am imposing by this document. For every bank employee whom she causes to ejaculate in her mouth successfully and thereupon swallow said ejaculate, she will be allowed an additional five-hundred dollars, not to exceed a total of one-thousand dollars in any one day." I looked up in disbelief. "This has got to be some kind of joke!" I wailed. He was fighting back a smile. "I tried to talk him out of it myself, but he insisted. Everyone else in the bank thought it was highly uncalled for, also!" I looked around, and could see other men walking by, sneaking glances at me. I must be a laughing stock of the whole bank!

I think I surprised the man when I stood up, placing my hands on my hips. "Look, you have to understand that I am desperate for this money. It could be life and death!" It wasn't difficult to squeeze out a tear as I faced his unyielding gaze. He was openly grinning now, and simply shrugged his shoulders in a helpless gesture. "Oh fuck me! All right, let's get it over. Where should I go?" He looked stunned. "You mean to say that you intend to go ahead with this?" He asked, looking over his shoulder. "I told you that I am desperate!" I answered, staring him down. 

"Well then, I can't let you back here! Bank rules don't you know!" he confided. "Tell you what, turn around and sit up on the counter, your back to me." I did as he asked, sitting up on the countertop. I was looking directly out at the line of people waiting there turn. Many were looking back at me with puzzled expressions. The man reached through the hatch. I felt him grasp the top seam of my ribbed dress between my bare shoulder blades, and pull me back. I had to draw my chin into my chest as I laid back, to keep from hitting my head on the partition. Once I was stretched back flat, he hooked his hands into my armpits, sliding my body through the small hatch! It was a tight fit, and my breasts were squeezed flat to my chest as he forced me through. The top of my dress was pulled down, and he kept pulling till my breasts popped free on his side. My head leaned back in space, well over his edge of the counter. My breasts spilled down, framing my face, as I looked up at his crotch upside down, now even with me. My flesh was still stained a deep brownish red by the ointment, almost matching the hue of my aureole.

He quickly unzipped, and pulled out a thick veined cock to swing freely in my face. My arms were pinned tightly into my sides by the tight hatch, and I couldn't pull them all the way through! I groaned loudly as he grasped my hanging tits, still sore and marked form my earlier adventures. He paid no attention though, as he was lost in his own little world for the time being. He grasped his now stiff member in his right hand, feeding it between my pursed lips. He pushed in deeply, and I sucked hard, pressing him up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. He had other ideas though, and pressed forward to the base of my throat. I began kicking my legs wildly in protest, but he only grew stiffer in my mouth. I swallowed him in, allowing him entry deep into my throat! This position was perfect for his violation, and I felt his organ throb and stretch against the tightness, as I struggled not to choke! I suddenly realized the view I must be giving to the lobby, as I was still naked under the brief skirt! He pulled out and I gasped for air loudly, my mucus spilling over my top lip to trail down into my nostrils and towards my tear filled eyes. I dropped my legs down flat, to swing freely off the counter on the other side. I yanked my skirt back down with my hands, holding it tightly against my upper thighs.

He let me catch my breath briefly, and then pressed in once more, this time slipping smoothly forward straight down my throat. His hands were both buried in my swollen titflesh, stretching them up towards him cruelly. My eyes must have looked big as saucers, as he began pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, throat fucking me! My own saliva was stinging my eyes, as it poured down my face. I could feel him tense and he locked his hips forward, skewering me on his shaft. The bastard dropped my right tit, and reached up to grasp his tool between thumb and forefinger through the very bulge he created in my throat! His load shot forth, tickling me deep to my core, as he injected his seed directly into my stomach. He nursed his load out, as he rocked his fingers against the base of his crown, buried deep in my throat.

He pulled out with a yank. A new mess of slime spilled down my face. Before I could protest however, another tool took his place, and my violation continued. This one was partial to tit fucking though, and in very little time he had straddled my face, and wrapped his tool up between my tits. He began bucking his hips back and forth. His sweaty balls hung down into my face, plopping into my lips with each stroke. Before long he reached down and cradled the back of my head. He dragged his shaft up over my chin, and began rubbing it wildly all over my face, working my mucus and slime covered features up into a white froth! He lifted it off my face, and began jacking it off in his right hand, the crown hovering over my forehead. I could see his peehole dilate, and knew he was near to release. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the animal wrapped my hair up in his left fist, and hooked his thumb against my left eyelid, forcing it open! 

He was pounding over me like a madman, and then suddenly stopped, choking himself tightly under the crown. He pointed his meat at my open eye, and I watched the first white spurt erupt, to splash against my exposed eyeball! Spurt after spurt followed, burning me to the core, as the thick semen pooled over my open eye. I was submerged in a milky bath, staring up through the viscous liquid. He finally released my lid and I squeezed it shut. A flood of semen rolled down my face, and I began blinking rapidly against the burning left behind. Tears rushed out mixing in with my mascara and the collection of spunk that now coated my features.

The first banker stood over me again, with a wad of cash in his hands. He counted out twenty's, tossing them casually out in a stack on top of my rib cage, as I stared back up between my hanging tits. When he had counted out fifty of them in a stack, he reached down and yanked the front of my dress up over the cash, holding it in place. He then placed his hands on top of my shoulders, and shoved me roughly back through the hatch. I fell awkwardly down to the floor, legs splayed wide back towards the lobby. Through blurred eyes, I saw the vague images of circle of people gathered around as I lay sitting, my back up against the counter. I felt a heavy glob of gunk slip off my chin, and plop down against the exposed bare flesh of my right tit. The reality of the situation dawned on me, and I yanked my dress back over my breasts. Stumbling awkwardly up to my feet. I saw shadowy figures jump out of the way as I rushed towards the front entry door. My vision began to clear as I burst out into the light of day, rushing back towards my car.

I slammed the door behind me, and smashed the lock switch, reveling in the solid clunk of the power door locks thumping down around me. I leaned back in my seat feeling retched beyond description. My face and cleavage was covered in slime. Rivulets were dangling off my chin, and I could feel them swaying freely as I sobbed in silent agony. My breasts and throat were throbbing with the violation they had just suffered. The ghosts of the vile objects inserted so recently in my rectum and vagina still lingered on, reminding me of my recent agony. I turned the key, gunning the engine to life. One thousand dollars could take me a long way, with the price of gas these days! I reached down the front of my dress, and retrieved the cash, counting it just to make sure. I shoved it into my purse, and put my car in gear, anxious to be on my way.

I drove as if in a trance, heedless of my present condition. The interstate called, and I was drawn forward as if into a vacuum. I shouted aloud in the car, as I accelerated down the on ramp, merging smoothly with the traffic in the near lane. I pounded my fist against the steering wheel in celebration as I merged into traffic. I had to slam on my brakes as some asshole in front of me decided to slow abruptly. There was an opening in the outside lane, and I shot into it. I passed a State Trooper behind a bridge, and grimaced as I saw him pull out into traffic in my rear-view mirror. Sure enough, I was still cursed! He closed the distance in no time at all. His lights flashed on in Technicolor, and I pulled over onto the shoulder, cursing my fate.

He angle parked behind me, and I watched him approach in my side view mirror, my hands locked on the steering wheel. The spunk coating me had begun to dry, and I could feel it vividly all over my face. I cracked the window, and his shadow fell over me, as he blocked the mid-afternoon sun. "Could I see your license and registration miss?" he asked. I could see my face reflected in his mirrored sunglasses, and it wasn't a pretty picture. Trails of cum were still dangling. My skin was beginning to feel tight. Digging in my purse, I pulled out the vinyl packet where I kept my I.D. He took it without comment, examining it carefully as he sauntered back to his cruiser.

I spent the next few minutes cleaning my face as best as I could. I didn't have any tissues left, so I used my fingers, wiping them off under the hem of my dress. I could taste the salty cum, as I wetted my fingers at my mouth to scrub the dried semen from my face. The cop startled me when he appeared back in my window. I didn't hear him approach. "Do you know why I pulled you over, ma'am?" I gave him my best innocent look. "I'm sorry officer, I must have been going a little to fast when I was passing that car." He handed my I.D. back to me. 

"Yes ma'am, you were, but I'm a little concerned about your appearance. I felt his gaze locking onto my cleavage, as he looked down at me. I looked at him with disbelief. I mean, what the fuck business of his was it anyway! "Shut off your ignition Mrs. Dickson, and step out of the car." He pulled my door open, motioning me out with a jerk of his head. Tears were streaming down my face. I looked up at him helplessly. 

"You don't understand, I am being horribly abused!" I buried my face in my hands, as cars rushed by in the background.

"In what way ma'am?" he asked. I lifted my head, and saw him remove his sunglasses. Foolishly I thought he was showing concern. 

"Just look at me, for god's sake!" I yanked my top down, baring both my bloated breasts to him. He can't ignore the damage they have done, I foolishly thought. He gave the slightest hint of a smile as he stared at my chest. I looked down. "Oh no!" I softly cried. My flesh was totally unmarked and both nipples were standing at attention, small beads of milk glistening in the sun. I looked to be the picture of health! I pulled the dress back up, covering myself.

"Don't worry ma'am, I can get you the help you need. Now shut off your car and come with me." He must have believed that I was some kind of degenerate pervert! 

"But what about my car?" I asked, as I pulled my keys out of the ignition. "I wouldn't worry too much about your car, if I was you." I knew his eyes were glued on my legs under the brief skirt, as I climbed out of the car as modestly as possible. I had too grip the hem down as we walked back to his cruiser. The passing cars whipped up quite a breeze, ripping at the bottom of my dress. He held the back door open for me, slamming it shut once I was seated. I had never been in a police car before. 

The seats felt dirty. There was a streaked Plexiglas divider separating the front from back. I felt stuffy, but there was no window handle, or door latch for that matter. He threw the car in drive, and spun his wheels briefly, before catching traction as we merged back out into traffic. He swerved over to the median, taking advantage of an emergency turn-around to head back in the opposite direction.

The prick totally ignored me. I even pounded on the divider, hoping to beg him to take me to a shelter, or anywhere else except back to the hell at home that waited for me. Thankfully, I watched us drive by the Nash Street exit, and continue on downtown. My spirits soared! At least he wasn't taking me back home. We pulled off on the Main Street exit, and I breathed a sigh of relief as he made an illegal left turn into the Mercy Hospital emergency entrance, pulling up in front of the large bank of doors.

Finished with Part #6, the Hospital



Ruth's Journey Ch. 6



Ruth's Journey Part #6, The Hospital, and the end of her Adventure

He screeched to a halt, and through the cruiser into park. Slamming the door behind him, he strutted through the emergency entrance, disappearing inside the automatic doors. I waited anxiously, finally the help I needed was close at hand. The vinyl seats were sticking to my bare thighs, as I shifted positions. The air conditioner was ticking on and off, but none of the ventilation was reaching my compartment. I felt a trickle of perspiration down my right side. The E.R. doors parted, and the officer returned, followed by a man in green scrubs pushing a wheelchair. They approached the car, and the officer finally let me out. He took my hand, and helped guide me into the chair. "I think you can get the help you need here, Mrs. Dickson." I burst into joyful tears. "Bless you officer! I don't know how to thank you!" He patted me on the knee. "I had to write you up for a violation." He handed me a slip of thin white paper. "I wrote you up for failure to yield. There will be no points added to your record, but you must appear at court on the date indicated on the ticket. Feel better now!" The nurse swung me around, and I heard the cruisers door slam, and pull away from the curb.

As we passed through the automatic doors, I stuffed the ticket into my purse, clutching it tightly in my lap. The nurse whisked me right through the lobby, straight down the hall to a bank of elevators. I kept my head down, sobbing softly with relief. A chime sounded, and a door slid open. And up-arrow was lit overhead. He backed me into the elevator, and selected the top floor. The doors hissed shut with a dull thud. "Sure enough is a beautiful day out there today! How are you feeling miss?" The elevator shuddered to life, rising up the shaft. I shook my head, resting my forehead in my palm. "I've had a rough couple of days," I answered softly. "Well, the Doc's here can help you, no problem!" He gave me a confident smile, as we jerked to a halt at the top floor. The doors slid open, and we passed down a spotless corridor to a frosted glass door at the end of the hall. He grasped a card, which hung from his neck on a long chain, and swiped it in a slot in a small wall mounted box next to the door. The lock mechanism buzzed, and he grasped the handle, pulling it open. We entered a long ward, curtained cubicles passing by as we approached a central nurses station.

We stopped in front of the counter, and he handed a stern-looking women in a starched white uniform a clipboard which had been hanging from the back of my chair. She gave it a glance, and gave me a look from under hooded eyes. "You can leave her in 2B. The doctor will see you in a few minutes, Mrs. Dickson." She gave me as warm a smile as was possible from a vampire, and I returned the effort with similar enthusiasm. "I hope the Doctors are nicer than her!" I thought to myself, as we swung around, and passed back down the ward.

With a snap he whipped open the front curtain under the square blue sign with "2B" in bold white letters. He backed me in next to an examination table. He kicked the brake on the chair. Taking my arm, he helped me to stand. "Have a seat on the table Mrs, Dickson. They'll take real good care of you!" There was a small Rubbermaid step stool under the table, and I hooked it with my foot, sliding it out towards me. With its help, I boosted myself up onto the crinkly paper that covered the padded surface. My legs dangled over the edge, my feet not touching the floor. I folded my hands in my lap, tucking my short skirt snuggly between my legs as the nurse left with a smile.

The back wall was to my left. There were several monitors and electronic displays hanging at eye level above the table, mounted off the wall on swivel brackets. There were stainless steel drawer units on either side of the bed, under the monitors. A waste tin and a stool were in front of me, against the side curtain. There was an IV stand attached to the side of the table at my left. A small white pillow lay at the head of the table, by the IV stand. I turned my attention out into the hall. The nurse had left the curtain open. Across the narrow hall, there was a line of cubicles exactly like mine. Two were occupied. The cubicle across from me attracted my attention. 

A wild looking man was strapped down to a table identical to mine. He was dressed in a hospital gown. His bare legs and arms were corded in muscles, straining against his bindings. He was stretched forward, and I felt his menacing gaze boring into me. He had long lank blond hair, and a trickle of drool was dangling from the corner of his mouth. He smiled menacingly at me. I leaned over the front of the table, and was able to get a grip on the curtain. I slid it shut, but not before I noticed a bulge at the front of his gown. Much as tried to block the thought, mental visions washed through my subconscious of the throbbing flesh so near. I knew the shape of his organ, the length and heft, the gentle bend to the right, the way his right sack was larger then his left. I smelled his musk, and sensed his fluids straining for release.

The hiss of my curtain opening interrupted my revile. A young man strode in, carrying a clipboard. A stethoscope was draped over the back of his neck. "Mrs. Dickson?" he asked, looking at me over the top of his chart. I nodded, and as he entered the room, I saw the stranger across from me, now brandishing a full erection. The front of his gown tented like a small mountain. The doctor took my chin in his hand, and swiveled my head around to face him. He held a silver scope up to his right eye, and leaned in close to me, peering first into my right pupil, then the left. I could smell the faint trace of Old Spice, as well as a spearmint breath spray. "I see on your chart that the officer was worried that you were traumatized, and might be suffering from some kind of abusive situation. Is there anything that you would like to talk about?" All I could think about was the erect cock across the hall! I sensed the Doctor stirring also, as he bent to examine my ear canals with his scope. 

"I don't know what is going on Doctor! You have to believe me. I have been beaten, defiled in horrible manner, humiliated by loved ones, my body has been violated and marked terribly, but when I tried to show the officer..." I broke into tears, clutching his smock and burying my face into his starchy white fabric. I sobbed for a minute or so, as he wrapped me up in his arms, gently patting my back like a baby. "I believe you Mrs. Dickson," he said, and I sobbed in relief. "Police officers are wonderful at many things, but I think we should leave medical diagnosis to professionals, don't you?" I wiped the tears from my face. Finally, I had found a sympathetic person! He took hold of my shoulders. "Trust me, Mrs. Dickson. Now why don't we take a look? Take off your dress, and lay back on he table." He slid the curtain shut. I had the brief vision of my friend across the hall rubbing his groin through his gown, his face and hair matted with perspiration. I pulled the tight dress off over my head and reclined on the table, naked as a jaybird. The doctor betrayed no surprise about my lack of underwear. He thumbed a button on a small counsel beside the table, and the back rose, elevating my chest and head to a forty-five degree angle. He gently cupped my left breast in his smooth hand, examining my flesh closely. My milk glands swelled, and glistening fluid started to seep out. He squeezed my areola, and a spurt of milk erupted, spilling loosely down my chest to pool over my belly. 

If betrayed no surprise or shock about my lactation. He reached into a pocket and withdrew a small hypodermic needle. Holding it up to the overhead light, he squeezed the plunger, as he flicked the shaft with his forefinger. He turned his attention back to me as the needle spurted a small stream of clear fluid. He grasped my left flank, and lifted my hip off the table, so my bare cheek faced him. "You'll feel a little poke!" he said, and plunged the needle into the meat of my ass. "This is a booster injection, it will help to relax you," he said, as he plunged the contents of the hypo deep into the muscle of my ass. I felt nothing as he withdrew the needle, releasing my hip. I settled beck onto the table, and all the tension left my body. I was suddenly drifting gently atop fluffy white clouds! Streams of silky gentle breezes were caressing my bare flesh, as goose pimples were raised all over my waiting body. I rolled my head towards the saintly image of the doctor. 

He discarded the syringe in the waste tin, and moved to the foot of my table. I observed with absolute peace and contentment as he reached under the foot of the bed, and swiveled up a pair of chrome stirrups. They locked into place beside my thighs with a metallic snick. He smiled warmly at me, and grasped my right ankle. He lifted my leg up, folding it up against my chest, and then glided my foot over into the cool metallic embrace of the waiting stirrup. Strapping it securely in place, he grasped my left ankle. As he repeated his actions with this leg, I felt my pelvis lift and open, my vulva gaping into view before him. I thought with amusement that I should be protesting this vile display! He adjusted each steel appendage, stretching my groin up and apart before him, locking each bar into place. Satisfied with my exposure, he tickled my loose lips apart with his fingers, and I felt my vaginal cavity gape open to his view. My clit was throbbing. As I looked down my belly between my bloated breasts, I could see the line of my remaining pubic hair tracing from my belly button down to the cleft of my nether lips. They were swollen obscenely, displaying my extended clitoris begging for attention!

He lifted a broad strap up and over my belly, allowing it to fall over my left flank. Casually walking around the table, he cinched the strap in place. I felt the small of my back lock down into the padded surface of the exam table, further forcing my genitals open. He bent down, and planted a soft kiss on my left cheek. He straightened and stroked my left breast, teasing my nipple with gentle squeezes as he slung another strap up over my upper arm, draping it along my ribcage under my breasts, to lie over the table on my right. I knew what was next, but watched without resistance as he circled around, to fasten me helplessly in place, arms now locked at my sides. He bent down and suckled my right nipple, oh so softly. I would have cried aloud, if only I could. I felt a gentle, orgasmic release, as my sweet milk was drawn into his waiting mouth. 

He released me with a wet smack, and a wash of liquid continued, warming my flesh with its release. He pulled out a plastic bag from the lower drawer of the cabinet to my left. He dropped the cold vinyl bag onto my abdomen without comment. I didn't mind. Whatever drug was coursing through my veins was bringing me the sweat relief from reality that I had been begging for, even if only temporary. He ripped the cold plastic bag open, and I laughed as I saw the contents. Seems that everyone wants to give me an enema! "I'll be back!" he said with a wink, as he left carrying the bag, leaving the coiled tubing raped across my belly. He also left the curtain open, exposing me to the man across the hall. Oh yes, he was still there! His rock hard shaft was now exposed, framed between my splayed legs across the hall! He was stroking away, enjoying the show he was now watching. I didn't mind as I drifted on my cloud, not that I could have done anything about it anyway.

The doctor returned, and hung a bloated bag of clear fluid from he IV stand above my head. He screwed one end of the clear tubing onto the bottom or the bottle. He then positioned a metal clamp to pinch the tubing closed at the the "business end", just above a large nozzle. He released a valve under the water bag, and then pinched the clamp open, carefully bleeding all the air out of the tubing. Fluid ran down to the clamp, which he snapped closed just before it could shoot out the end. He draped the tube down the table next to me, and let the last few feet dangle off the far end. He checked my pupils, and took my pulse and blood pressure, after which he pulled on an examination glove. Lubing his hand up, he strolled over between my legs, and casually slipped two fingers into my anus. I felt myself gape open. My ass seemed to have grown accustomed to these violations. 

When he saw my dilation, he plunged his other two fingers in, and I easily accepted his full hand into my rectum. He hooked his thumb into my vagina, and started to rock his hand around inside my body. I groaned as he bent down and suckled my swollen clit between his puckered lips, flicking at it softly with his tongue. He reached up with his free hand and grasped a handful of my titflesh. Everything came together for me, and I bucked my hips up against his mouth. I had the most wonderful orgasm! The drugs had smoothed everything out, and allowed all of my pleasure receptors and nerve endings to be open for full stimulation. I came and came, as he slowly decreased the pressure, finally pulling away.

I melted back onto the table, and felt him slip the nozzle into my ass, plunging it deeply into place into my slick cavity. He adjusted my stirrups wider yet. My ass was lifted right off the table. I could feel my groin muscles straining from the isometric stretching. I could feel the cool, conditioned air in the room brushing across my swollen vaginal lips. He pulled out another syringe, this time injecting the contents into my water bottle. He pulled of his exam glove, dropping it into the waste can. He kissed me softly on the forehead. "I'll see you later Mrs. Dickson. A nurse will be taking you down for some pictures in just a minute. Try to relax and enjoy it!" He left me exposed like that, the drape wide open.

The man across the hall was slowly stroking his engorged cock, choking his crown as the corded veins bulged. He had strained forward against the straps that held him. His wild hair was matted to his face. I heard footsteps approaching, just as the semen oozed out of his cock like a flow of milky white lava, spilling over his fist. A perky looking nurse strolled up to my bed, kicking the wheel stops down. "Well, don't you look like the perfect slut!" she said brightly, rolling my table out into the hall. "Where in the hell do they find bitches like you?" She moved around to the back of the table, behind my head. It dawned on my foggy consciousness that she intended to relocate me like this, buck-naked and spread open! "Nnoooddddnnnnttt..." I cried back to her, struggling weekly against my restraints. She moved back around to my side, and lifted my left eyelid wide, peering at my pupil. "Are we waking up a little, slut?" she asked with a wry smile. "Don't tell me that even a whored pig like you feels embarrassment!" She reached into her smock pocket, and pulled out a small white handkerchief, which she shook out. She draped it over my face, blocking my vision! "There now, just relax and enjoy the ride you little bitch!" 

She wheeled me straight down the hall. I saw dim images of bright overhead lights cross by at even intervals, looking up through the thin cotton. She pulled me to a quick stop. I heard a heavy door swing open, and she pulled my table through. The air in the corridor was cooler, and it chilled my naked flesh. "Ppppllleeeesss!" I mumbled. I felt some strength beginning to return to my limbs, replacing the drugged numbness. I was a little claustrophobic with the thin hankie blocking my vision. I was acutely aware of other traffic in the corridor. I could hear the shuffle of feat and some both appreciative and off-color comment made as we passed by! We came to a stop, and she swiveled my table at a right angle to the corridor. We waited for a minute, which seemed to stretch into an eternity. A chime sounded, and I heard automatic doors hiss open. She pulled me backwards into what I assumed to be an elevator, as my table bumped over the seam in the floor between the hall and the shaft. 

"Oh nuts! I forgot your chart! Sir, could you hold the elevator for a minute. I'll be back in just a minute." I lay in disbelief, as a deep, gravelly voice answered from behind me. "Noo Problem! Take yo sweet time, sugar!" A cool breath of wind passed over me, as she left the small space and deserted me. I jerked as a rough, calloused hand fell upon my shoulder! I tried to pull away, but I was strapped down securely. "Now don't you worry none mam!" he said, and his voice was now at my side. He slid his hand down the slope of my right breast, giving it a powerful squeeze with his huge hand. "Kee yoouu hanns off me yuuu peeeese off sshhhiiittt!" I protested as best I could. My mouth had a thick, cottony feel to it. He only chuckled and pinched my swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before he moved to the front of the space. His hand traced along my naked flesh as he moved. I swallowed as I heard the doors slide shut, and I felt the elevator begin to drop. "If I's you. I'd be true babe!" We jerked to a halt. A buzzer sounded. 

"Eevviil muuutherfucker!" I cried, as my predicament came into better focus. I heard him chuckle. I twitched as he stroked my pubes with his hand, standing at the base of my table. I heard a muffled zip, as his trousers dropped to the floor. "Yo bitch, talk nasty alls you want, but you be whisperin sweet things to Roscoe in no time at all!" He slid the nozzle out of my ass with a jerk, and I tried to pull my hips away from him. A huge object pressed against my anus. He drove forward with ease, violating my well-lubed anus. I felt each rock hard inch violate my warm cavity, all the way till his coarse pubic hair ground against the base of my ass cheeks. 

He buried his huge hands into my tits, grabbing a firm hold as he began to pile drive me with abandon. My milk released as he kneaded my tits roughly. The warm liquid spilled down my chest and belly. The cart was swinging back and forth with the driving force on his powerful hips. His hips drove forward with one last heave, and his organ swelled to iron within me. He yanked himself out, and smacked it down across my vulva with a wet splat! Grinding it down across my silky pubes, I felt his thick warm seed spew over my vulva. He spread the slimy white mess all over my pubes, working every last sticky drop onto my tender flesh. 

He pulled up a corner of the hanky, and his ebony face smiled at me with a bright toothy grin. "How you like me now, Babe?" He tucked himself back into his jeans, zipping back up. "Well, what we got here now?" he asked, and reached under my cart. My hopes and dreams were dashed again as he produced my purse, and set it down on my belly. Opening it up, he poked around, pulling out my wad of cash. "Lookey here bitch. Must have fucked yo cow ass off all day long for these Andrew Jacksons!" I sobbed aloud. "That's all I have left in the world, please don't take it!" I cried. "Sheeeiit, with that SWEET ASS! Won't take you any time to make this! Tell you what though, you earned this!" He peeled off one of the twenty's, and tossed it in my purse, tucking the rest of the wad in his trousers.

He released the emergency button, and the elevator sprang back to life, dropping down to stop at the next floor. The door slid open, and he held it if place with his hand. He bent down to toss my purse back underneath the cart. Straightening up, the enema nozzle dangled from his fist. "We git you fixed back up proper bitch!" He slipped the nozzle deep within my ass. He thumbed the red clip below the nozzle, and I squirmed as the contents of the water bottle started to fill my bowels! He punched the button for the top floor, and stepped back, waving goodbye to me as the doors slid closed. As the warm fluid rushed in, I settled back into the table. I was slipping back into a drugged state, and I flashed back to see the doctor injecting his hypodermic into my bottle. By the time the doors opened back up, I was floating once again, relieved of all my earthly burdens. The nurse waited with folded arms. "There you are! I was getting worried!" she said, her voice conveying little sincerity. 




Ruth's Journey Ch. 6



She looked down at my crotch, and her face wrinkled up in disgust. I was covered with a gooey mixture of the rapists seed spread over my pubes, and my belly was wet with my own milk. "You are the most disgusting slut that I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with!" The smell of his spunk filled the close confines of the elevator. She snatched the hanky off my face, and dropped it over my bare pubes. She mopped up the mess as best she could, holding it up for me, brandishing it by the corners like a bullfighter. The fabric was soaked, and thick translucent white globs of sperm clung to it, sliding down with gravity. She casually moved it up over my chin, and gently draped it back over my face! My senses were overwhelmed by the sickly odor, and creepy feel of the soiled cloth, as it settled over my features like a second skin. I slipped into a drug-induced sleep, as I heard the doors of the elevator hiss shut.

I awoke in a small private room. I was still naked, but now covered by a thin bed sheet. An I.V. drip was hooked up to the back of my left hand, taped securely in place. I had no idea how long I had been under the influence of the drugs. I had to get out of there quickly, while I had this opportunity! I pulled off the tape, and gritted my teeth as I pulled out the thick needle. The small amount of discomfort was child's play after what I had been through! I pulled a facial tissue from the bedside table, and pressed it over the wound, stopping it from bleeding. I stood up unsteadily, feeling quite dizzy. There was another bed next to mine. A thin white curtain separated us. I could here someone snoring peacefully from the other side. I walked over to my wardrobe, but naturally it was empty. Walking quite as a mouse, I crept around the curtain, and checked my neighbor's closet. For once I was in luck! I gathered the clothes that I found in my arms, and with a pounding heart, shut the door softly and backed away. We had a private bath, and I closed the door behind me. There was no lock on the door. The bright light blinded me when I flicked the switch up. 

I stared at my obscene body in the mirror. You would never know I had been so horribly misused! My skin was unmarked, the devils own work. Luckily, my unknown benefactor had worn thick gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt, so they fit fine, if not a little tight. Her underclothes were much too small, so I left them lay. I jammed my feet into her tennis shoes. They were uncomfortable, but would do just fine for now! I pulled my hair through the back strap of her ball cap, and pulled the brim down low, helping to disguise my features. I now looked quite anonymous, save for my thick nipples protruding through even this heavy material. Nothing to be done about it now! I'm embarrassed to admit that I rummaged through her purse, scavenging it for money. I found fifty-eight dollars. I left her everything else though. Steeling my nerves, I slipped over to the room exit. Fear washed over me. What if the door was locked! The handle turned in my hand, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I slipped out into the hall, and stepped in behind a small group of people who were chatting amongst themselves. They were pushing a young lady along in a wheelchair, dressed in street clothes. By the tenor of their gay voices, I judged that they were on their way out. I was not mistaken, and I tried to blend in with them, appearing to be in their group, as we worked our way out to the front entrance.

I broke away from them as we stepped out into the bright daylight. I had no idea what day it was, having lost all sense of time. The street was bustling with activity. There was lots of traffic on the main street. I saw a cab, and I raised my hand quickly. My luck was still holding, as the bright yellow Checker cab shot over to the curb, squealing to a stop beside me. The windows were heavily tinted, and I could see nothing from within. I pulled the rear door open, and crouched to enter. A man was seated against the far door, his features all obscured. He was silhouetted by the light streaming in from the other side, and was shrouded in darkness. His gloved right hand gripped the handle of an open wicker basket, placed on the bench seat next to him, between us. The basket was full of fruit and vegetables. I saw a small bunch of ripe bananas, some cucumber, zucchini, even a thick bulbous eggplant glistening as if wet within it. I stepped onto the running board, preparing to swivel into the dark confines of the interior. I pulled up short however, when I heard a chorus of muted voices from across the street. I gazed across the top of the cab, and saw the twin carved wood doors of St. Anthony's Cathedral. It carved stonewalls beckoned to me, as if it was a fortress or stronghold. 

I left the cab door standing open, and transfixed I circled the cab out into the street. Cars screeched to a halt, but I was pulled along as if by a tractor beam to that great-carved edifice. Though massive, the door swung open easily, on well-engineered hinges. I stepped into the receiving hall, and the chorus sounded louder, till the hymn ended. I stepped through the vacant hall, to the entrance of the church proper. I pulled the door open, and entered the long cathedral. It must be Sunday morning; the hall was full of parishioners. The hall sloped downwards before me towards the massive front dais. Beautifully colored stained glass dominated the sidewalls, as well as the very front of the church. 

Bright tapestries were draped; elegant carvings flowed over every surface. I had interrupted the sermon being given by the priest, standing behind his elevated podium. His gaze found me standing unsteadily at he top of the corridor, between the rows of polished mahogany pews. Rather then consternation though, he gave me a beatific smile. He stepped down from the dais, and strode up the aisle towards me. His dark robes flowed behind, from some unseen and unfelt breeze. His aged face had heavy joyful lines of wisdom. His clear blue eyes held me in peace and love, not with any kind of guile or devilry. He stood before me and opened his arms. "You've finally come home child! Welcome!" I melted into his arms, and sobbed great cries of relief as his powerful embrace wrapped me up. He comforted me wordlessly until my grief left, and a feeling of peace settled over me. He held me out at arms length, scrutinizing me. I was stunned by his countenance. Tears of joy streamed down his cheeks, but he ignored them. He led me up towards the front dais, seating me in the front row before him.

Returning to his podium, he once again faced the parishioners assembled before him on this holy day. "My dear friends, we are joined today by a very special guest!" he spoke out in his great baritone, and I was enraptured. "Here stands one who has faced down the true enemy, Satan himself, and yet walked proudly into our midst, still pure in mind and spirit!" He paused a minute, softly shaking his head. "Here stands one who has truly walked in the valley of darkness! I wonder how many of us would fare so well?" His loving gaze found me, healing my open wounds. 

"Satan is a cruel trickster, and preys on our weakness and vice. He finds safe harbor, and worms his way in. But child, he is weak, and will find safe harbor no longer inside your pure soul! I have felt your suffering and pain, and I feared for your very survival. You people cannot even begin to imagine the great evil that she has faced alone, with nowhere to turn. But I tell you now, in front of all of Gods children, that it is ended, and he will trouble you no further. You have returned, and you will realize true love and blessing!"

Relief washed over me, and I experienced the bliss of life anew. I am known as Sister Ruth now, and do the Lords work in any small way I can find. I hope that some will find comfort in my own journey through Hell, with the knowledge that full redemption is within your grasp, even though you may see no way out.

Peace

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