2 comments/  196963 views/  8 favorites

The Treatment

By: BlackDarwin



About six months ago, I had a meeting with the Ministry of Accountancy where I surrendered all of my debts - to the tune of 50,000 dollars - and dealt with the Court for some sort of consolidated repayment plan. Under the statutes, they didn't have to. Many of the debts were beyond the 120 day limit for appeal and one was even to the Ministry of Social Protection. I wasn't too surprised when they denied my claim for repayment installments, but I was terrified when they ordered, quite casually, the seizing of all my personal assets and a sentence of 30 days in the Ministry's Behavioral Correction's facility.

My saving grace what that I had 30 days to come up with the balance before everything I owned would disappear, I lost custody of my three children and became a slave to the Regent cleaning highways and rest stops or having new drugs tested on me. I made every effort to find the money, begging borrowing and - sadly - stealing it where I could. But by the 25th day, I knew I couldn't get all 50 thousand. I appealed to the court to accept 22 thousand and extend my deadline, but it was too late.

While I stood in the courtroom before three men in powdered wigs, enduring their stares that seemed to spend more time between my breasts than my eyes, I felt as though I were simply another case to be refiled before lunch. The lead jurist was a burly man in his late sixties that all but stated that I wasn't worthy of a third chance and someone like me should have done anything possible to repay the debt before losing everything. I could only wonder what he was thinking I could have done beyond ruining every friendship and straining ties with my family to repay debts in amounts most of my debtors lose over the course of a day's production. I left quite lost and powerless.

As I left the court room, I noticed a man in a dark suit with sunglasses and a goatee beard sitting in the gallery, writing on a note pad. He looked up at me and smiled as I passed. He followed me with his eyes as I slipped out the double doors and made notes the entire time. I turned back around as the doors were closing and watched him rise, turning to the court as he did. With that, I turned around and held my head up for the walk home. When I got there, I wept.

The order came by courier the next morning. It wasn't the order I had expected. It didn't say to surrender myself to the Ministry as it should have. It didn't say that I should prepare for movers to take away my home. It didn't announce that I would never see my children ever again. It said, very simply, that I was under house arrest until further action was filed with the Court. The courier, acting under the authority of the Court, made me sit down on my front steps while he locked a plastic ring around my ankle intended to track my location. I looked up and saw my neighbors and passersby watching him clamp the blinking ring around my ankle. I felt ashamed, as though someone had stitched a scarlet "A" on my breast. I knew the punishment had begun.

The courier couldn't explain what the Order meant and he referred to the name on the bottom: Dr. Anaxandros of Darwin Street. I tried to call, but there was no answer. I knew the address was less than a mile from my home, but I was not permitted to leave. So I went about my business, trying Anaxandros' office from time to time. Not expecting movers or police, I changed into jeans and a T-shirt, listened to some Vivaldi and returned to boxing up my belongings in case there was a change.

About noon, there was a knock at my front door. As I rose to answer, my heart pounding in my chest, it opened and a voice bellowed, "Hello? Ms. Denis?" I stood up quickly, walking around the corner to see the man from the courtroom coming up the stairs toward me, a broad smile on his face. He still wore the sunglasses and carried the note pad with him. He must have been startled by my expression because he stopped on the last step and said, "Don't worry. Its all good. I'm not here to take you away. That's all been taken care of."

I breathed a sigh. I was still nervous what was going on and why he was here. He was about six foot, wore a suit pretty well. About average build for a bureaucrat in his early thirties, but he had a disarming smile. I felt I could trust him...to a degree.

"Miss Denis...Sandi. My name is Dr. Anaxandros. I specialize in personal and group therapy. My work involves training people and companies to be more financially and socially responsible. The Court has seen fit to allow me to take your case for you and passed your sentence to me."

"What does that mean?" I asked, assuming from his smile that this was a good thing.

"Well, Sandi. I've covered your debts. As far as repayment, your credit is clear and no further action will be taken against you by the Court. As a result of the hearings, your six months incarceration will be...well I cant' find a pleasant way to put this...with me."

I stood there. He looked me over. For the first time, I had doubts. I was a bit nervous. He allowed himself, very casually, to look over my body, lingering on my breasts and my hips. I felt my face grow hot. "What does that mean exactly?"

"Do you always keep your guests in the hallway this long? I'd love to continue this conversation, but I would like to sit down."

I returned to reality of formality for a moment, apologizing like a little girl and escorting him to the living room. He walked behind me and I could feel his eyes on my ass. My jeans were tighter than they needed to be and I felt maybe I could get into his better graces by swinging it a little more than usual down the hall.

"Nice place" he said, looking at my certificates on the wall and the art hanging beside and across from them. As we entered the box-filled living room, I turned, giving him a smile I hope didn't look too nervous. "Tea?"

"Thank you, no. I've been in court finalizing these papers all morning and I'd like to sit down." I didn't notice before in the dark hallway, but he had a black satchel over his shoulder that he took off and set next to his chair as he sat. I stood for a moment uncertain what I should do.

"I can see you're a little nervous. That's to be expected. The first thing I would like you to understand..." he smiled again sweetly and politely. "...and pardon my frankness, Sandi, is that you are now property of Anaxandros Industries and serve directly me in all business-related matters."

I blinked, unsure what to say. He pulled out papers from his note pad. I recognized them as court orders from the black headings at the top and the embosses seals. I took a chair across from him.

He continued. "I've also been given permission to classify you as test subject for our new therapy program."

"What?!" I exclaimed. I covered my mouth and stared.

"Did my words not make sense? Should I speak slower, Sandi? Smaller words, maybe?"

I could only blink and wait for him to explain. I felt a growing terror in my belly and inside my brain that kept me from moving or thinking. This was what the Ministry was doing to me as punishment. I should have known it wasn't a pardon or a better deal. I shifted in my chair. He didn't speak for a minute. I remember words coming out of my mouth, high-pitched, high-volume pleas for mercy and forgiveness. The entire time, he just stared at me, occasionally nodding, but completely unimpressed by my hysterics. 

The longer he sat there, the more frustrated I became. I turned it on him, calling him names and shrieking. I said something that snapped him out of his complacent silence and his sudden snap to attention caused me to freeze. My throat hurt, my face was hot and wet with tears, but I couldn't leave his dark eyes.

He glared back at me like a disappointed father. It burned. "Have I raised my voice to you, Sandi? Do I give you the impression that I'm hard of hearing?"

"No, of course not."

"Then I expect you to remain composed and under control at all times. Do you understand me?"

I felt my flesh creep. My face boiled and I felt my anger swelling in my stomach. I paused too long for his taste.

"I asked if you understood me. Did you understand the question?"

"Yes. Yes I did. I just..."

"Then you will refrain from further outbursts."

"How dare you come into my home and..." I found myself saying it without thought. He was glaring at me, his eyes showed no concern for me. He was talking as to a child. I was angry. He stood up, placed the clip board to one side and approached me. He went down on one knee and drew near my face. He took my wrists in his hands and pinned them to the sides of the chair. He locked eyes with me. 

"First of all. This is no longer your home. I own it. I own it as I own everything inside it. That, Sandi, includes you." He paused and saw another wave of tears welling in my eyes. He changed his tone. He spoke softly, but pointedly, "I know this is culture shock for you. I know this is a great change. But I won't tolerate a fight. If I need to exercise my power, I will."

"What...power?" I asked, feeling the sting in my wrists as the wood ground against the bone. 

He smiled. He pulled my chair forward, forcing my legs out around his waist. He put his mouth on mine and bit my bottom lip gently. "Don't ask." he whispered. I felt sweat rolling down my face. He stood up and I noticed the lump in his pants as he stepped back to his seat. He sat uncomfortably. I gasped. 

"Now," he continued flustered. "This program consists of behavioral modification therapy. I have been asked to attempt to change your behavior. Success will mean wide implementation to others like yourself with social defects."

He said it to test me. I knew it. I said nothing.

"When we're done, you'll go before the Court and give a testimonial to me and I will recommend you be released and your credit cleared."

"What is this therapy?"

"Very simple. Over the next thirty days we will have lessons and workbooks on the financial aspects of your life. I've pulled all your records and examined them. I know much about your spending habits and your tastes, so we'll work on living within your means. The rest of your time will be spent either with me in psychological or physical therapy."

I felt another wave of panic.

"When do I see my children?"

"If all goes well, at the end of the program. I'll have them waiting for you in court on the day I release you. Your free time will depend on how well you respond to my treatments." He took a moment and consulted his precious clip board. "First thing is first," he added casually. "I need to administer a proper medical exam. I'll need to you disrobe."

I blinked at him. Here was a man who, just moments ago, barged into my home, had manhandled me and announced he owned me. I wasn't about to strip for him. "Absolutely not. My medical records are up to date."

He blinked at me. There was no glare. I was grateful for that, but he sat back in his seat and repeated, "I'll need you to disrobe."

I didn't move. He made a note on his clipboard. Putting it aside, he stood up. He crossed to my chair and lifted me to my feet by my shoulder, wrenching it slightly. I followed up to my feet. The sharp pain caused me to lash out and I slapped him HARD across the face. My nails scratched him on his left cheek and left a rising welt.

He still had his hand on my arm and let his hand slide to my forearm. I was still startled by what I had done when he twisted my arm backward around my back and up until the pain was intolerable. He turned me toward an open door that was my bed room. He took me to the doorway and threw me forward onto my bed. 

"I'm going to find your bathroom. When I get back, I expect you on the bed and prepared for the exam."

With that, he was gone down the hall. I heard him checking doors along the far hall. I thought about the baseball bat in my closet. I thought about the lamp on my dresser. Then I saw the picture of my three children and lost all of my anger. If I fought, he'd leave and report that I was uncooperative. I turned the picture down and unzipped my jeans. I slid them off onto the floor and removed my T-shirt. I removed my panties and bra and folded them on my night stand. I felt a chill, so I put a robe on from my closet, ignoring the urge to pick up my bat and hold it under my robe. I wondered what he would do when he returned. He was aroused. I saw it. He had kissed me...sort of. Was I going to be raped? Was he going to...kill me? Was any of this real? Was any of it legal?!

I heard running water and the closing of the bathroom door. I heard his footsteps in the hall, passing into the living room and back to the open bedroom door. He carried the satchel with him. He stepped into the room and placed it on the bed next to me. He had removed his tie and jacket. There were a few drops of blood on his shirt and there was a good amount of swelling on his cheek. I felt a combination of regret and glee for it. He looked at me strangely, not defeated, but disappointed. 

"Stand up." He said flatly. I did. He turned the lights off and removed some tools from his bag. He examined my eyes, ears and throat and asked me questions about my eating and sleeping habits. It was very routine, meticulous and clinical. He asked about my sex life. I told him I had lived alone and only had two partners in the past three years. He removed m robe and I felt a chill. Both the air and my vulnerability caused me to shudder. 

He grunted and said, "I think now we can afford to run the heat." He ran a hand over my back and around my waist. He told me to lay back on my bed. Sitting next to me, he used both hands to fondle my left breast. He spent a long time caressing it. He then moved to the right breast. He made a few notes on his pad and went into his bag before ordering me to lift and spread my legs. He went to his needs and I moved my ass to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. I had this exam every year, so I knew what was coming. He had been professional, even sensual about his exam of me so far. I felt safe enough to allow him his "fun" for now. 

He placed a hand on my thigh and I felt a tingling in my pussy. I thought how he could simply take me at any moment, how he could be inside me, fucking me in seconds. I heard the snap of a rubber glove and felt a finger trace the outline of my vagina. I tensed a bit and let out a squeak. He placed his hand back on my thigh and held it firmly as his other hand explored me. He slid his finger around over my clitoris and let it sit too long for a simple exam. He began rubbing it. I let out a gasp. I wanted him to continue, but he stopped, sliding his index and middle finger inside me. I clamps my hands on sheets and tried not to register and pleasure. I felt a growing wave of tension in my pussy. I thought about his hands on my wrists and how that strong hand was clenching my tender thigh. His strong fingers burying themselves inside me. I fought to control it, but I knew I was drenching him down below. 

I didn't realize until he pulled out his fingers that I had been moaning audibly the entire time. He inserted something warm, pliable into me, the size of a beer bottle. It startled me, but I welcomed it. He slid it in easily and I nearly came when he shoved it into me and rotated it inside. It was there for a minute or more and I gave up control. I moaned and called out. I felt it vibrate slightly and felt Anaxandros' fingers brushing my clit...I came in a long, strong wave and collapsed. It was the first orgasm I'd had in years. 

I couldn't move. I lay over the edge of the bed, spent and exhausted. My chest swelled and dropped quickly and my heart pounded, but I slowly returned to normal. But I still couldn't move. I had no strength. Anaxandros removed the device from me. I felt my vagina close tightly. It felt tighter, stronger somehow. Anaxandros sat up on the bed beside me and wiped the hair out of my face. I could see he was sweating, too. Anaxandros touched me - for the first time for pleasure instead of examination. He ran a hand from my neck down my body and used his other hand to unbuckle his belt.

"You'll be fine, Sandi. If you don't have any objections, I am going to fuck you." 

I looked up at him. I couldn't fight him if I wanted to. I followed him as he stood up and unzipped his pants. His eight-inch cock was free. He approached me and I closed my eyes. He put his hands on my waist and pulled himself into my wet pussy. Even so, I felt my vagina constricting against his cock. It was almost painful to feel him enter me, filling me almost as if it were my first time. I knew he wasn't using protection. I didn't know him or where he'd been. If he'd done this with other women. He didn't lay on top of me. He didn't fondle me or kiss me. He simply fucked me. I couldn't see his face, but felt him swelling as he penetrated and withdrew, penetrated and withdrew, each time filling my tightening hole with a growing cock. I don't know how long he fucked me. He wasn't fucking me for my pleasure. He was simply enjoying himself with me and I knew it. He stopped abruptly and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted to tell him it was okay...that I wanted it...but I stayed quiet. Soon, however, the spasms faded and I felt him slowly rocking back and forth again. He slid his cock out of my pussy slowly. 

Without a word, he turned my on my belly. His cock slick with my own juice, he positioned himself at my asshole. This time, I tried to resist. I used all the strength I had. I'd never been fucked that way and didn't want it. I managed to crawl away and up onto the bed, but that was worse. He grabbed my waist and climbed up, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks. He pinned me to the mattress and inserted himself. I cried out as The swollen head passed through first. I felt his hands on my breasts from behind and he squeezed them hard as he drove himself deeper into my bowels. He was raping me, fucking my ass like a common thug. He drove himself half way and stopped. He pulled back and entered again, deeper this time. I muffled my objections in the pillow and let myself go limp.

He leaned over me, cock driving to the hilt into me and he said, "That was for the slap. If you ever do that again, I'll use what I used on your pussy here. Now, you will make me come inside you. Fuck me."

I tried to oblige, rocking back against him, taking him into my most uncomfortable place. Soon, he was spasming again and I felt him explode into me. He took my by the hips and made one last powerful thrust. Then it was over.

I woke on the bed. I was covered to the neck in blankets. The pain in my bottom was muted. I was groggy. The room was empty. Trying to sit up, I noticed the black satchel beside the bed, but Anaxandros was nowhere in sight. I felt the cold metal of my ankle bracelet. My pussy ached and throbbed, sore from the "treatments" My bottom was sore, but less so than I would have expected. 

I lay in bed, listening to rain outside my window. It was relaxing. I looked at the clock. It read 12:05, which was odd because it was well after 2 when I received the courier's message. It was gray outside, but not dark. Had I slept through an entire day? I didn't feel rested. I felt, if anything, exhausted. I wasn't hungry or thirsty. I just felt tired.

Suddenly, Anaxandros was there, sitting by my bed. I caught him in mid-sentence.

"...and you'll be ready for the next lesson soon. You're doing very well." 

Then he was on me again, under my sheets, but it was as if he were just there, with the intervening moments cut out like a strip of film out of a movie. It was so sudden that I took a deep breath and came loudly as he slammed himself against my cervix. He spilled cum into me at the same time, deep into me. 

Another moment and I was lost in the ebbing tide of my own orgasm, drifting to sleep. He was using my body and I was powerless to stop him. I rode a gray cloud, feeling pulled and bent and turned, my heart pounding and my breath robbed from my chest. I see myself standing in my hallway, dressed in tight black leather and tights, hands on a rope...a whip...with Anaxandros standing across the room in his suit smiling at me. On the floor I see a naked man in a fetal ball, bloodied by whip marks, and crying, cum on my wood floor and over his naked thigh... 


The Treatment



I feel hands all about me. HIS hands. I know their touch. He's caressing me and fondling me, giving me pleasure, but also hurting me, like they are inside me in places he could never touch...my heart, my mind, my soul...he feels around inside my body and removes things, replaces them, releases me from some pain and shackles me to him in trade...

I woke up and felt tight, hard and healthy. I felt peaceful and happy. It was the middle of the day ... what day I don't know. The satchel was gone. The room looked as if it had been cleaned. It smelled different, like fresh paint and coffee. The dirty clothes in the hamper at the foot of my bed were gone. I lay in a black body stocking on my bed and didn't think to rise at all. 

Anaxandros entered the room, in jeans and a college sweatshirt. He guided a Hispanic woman through the house, instructing her. I couldn't understand. She seemed to look at me without concern of alarm, as if I were furniture. I couldn't make out the words, but the young woman in the simple black uniform was looking at me as Anaxandros pointed to me. He was instructing her and she nodded. They left. Several minutes later, Anaxandros returned. He smiled.

"Get up." He ordered. I obeyed and stood up.

"What have you done with me?" I asked. My voice sounded more confident that I had ever heard it.

"I've trained you."

"You've raped me. You've drugged me. You've turned me into a slave." I had more power behind that than I thought possible.

"Thank you for the recap, Sandi. Now, you should know this is the last week of your training. You'll be free of me and back to your kids in 7 days."

I thought ahead to that time. I wasn't sure if it was real. The memories were fuzzy. I looked to my right and saw myself in the mirror. I looked trimmer, but I had built up muscle mass. My hair was longer, but it was styled differently. I wore jewelry on my wrists and neck that I didn't own. I admired myself in the mirror. I loved the way my body looked. I loved the shine in my eyes. What had he done to me?

"I love this part," he said, stepping behind me in the mirror. "You wake up and see yourself and, like its the first time you are pleased." He slid his hands around my waist and kissed my neck. I didn't resist. On one level I knew it was wrong, but on a deeper, more visceral level, I wanted every instant of it. His hands slid up over my breasts and pulled them back against his chest. 

Instinctively, I unzipped my crotch in the bodysuit and pressed my bottom back against the bulge in his jeans. I let out a gasp. He fondled me as I fingered myself. Soon I was wet and his cock was free of his pants. He sat me down and faced me with his cock extended to my lips.

"Swallow," was all he said. And I opened my lips, taking his shaft inside my mouth, licking and sucking the tip as it passed through it. He slid it back into my throat and I opened it for him. I have a tiny mouth and he more than filled it. For a second, I was afraid I would gag, but I somehow took it into my throat without a problem. He began to fuck my mouth. I could taste a trickle of precum. Somehow I knew it had been a while since he had done this. He was ready for me and wanted me badly. He had that first fuck erection where it was swollen as much as it could be, so hard the vein along its length made an impression in my throat as it passed into it. Soon, he was ready to come.

Removing himself, he bent me over the side of the bed and took me. My pussy was so tight, I could barely take him inside me. He was only inside me a few seconds before he was finished. We were locked together until his cock began to shrink. 

"Thank you Doctor," I heard myself say. "I'm your grateful slut. I'm your waiting cunt. Thank you for fucking me, master."

I took his shrinking cock and licked it clean. It swelled again and I knew, again automatically, what was to happen next. 

Anaxandros look a lash from my closet and forced me to the mattress. With the lash in his hand, he slapped my ass HARD. I cried out. He did it again. and again. I felt my ass burning. I felt twenty-one lashes, one for every day of my captivity. When finished, I lay weeping softly from the pain. I felt his hands, cool with lotion, crossing my ruined ass. The lotion cooled the burning and stopped the pain. He got into bed with me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks. He applied the lotion to my ass and to his cock. I sighed and waited for him to take me, again.

"What do you want, Sandi?" He asked.

"Your cock in my ass." I replied.

"Why do you want it?"

"Because you make me cum when you fuck my ass."

And he slid, almost effortlessly in on the lubrication. I felt a wave of tension and pleasure sweep over me. He held my hips and pounded me. I lay helpless, like a doll, on the mattress, eyes closed and feeling the waves of pleasure flowing through me as he fucked me. I could no longer feel the lashes. I could only feel an intense urge to pee and a craving to cum. I felt it coming slowly. I knew he was going to come soon..."Please don't come yet, Master, I want it so bad. Keep fucking me...please..." I felt the wave slowly. I was missing something. I was supposed to do something, but I couldn't remember. Minutes passed as he pounded my bottom. The most intense orgasm of my life was creeping forward., my sheets damp with my own sweat and juice. I knew he was going to come soon and I had to come myself...I thought hard. I felt it coming soon, but it wouldn't come unless...

"Master...please let me come...."

"No." He said. 

"Please...I beg you Master...let me come."

I felt him swell in my ass at my request. He increased his thrusts. He didn't answer. I knew it was soon, though. I fingered my pussy. The agony was overwhelming I wanted so badly to come, but couldn't. I was pleading with him, realizing that I was speaking French, then Russian...I knew the languages and spoke them trying to illicit a response on some level. I finally screamed in English in tearful desperation:

"Please, MASTER!"

He spasmed.."YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

And We came. I felt my walls constrict repeatedly, clenching and sending my juices out onto the bed. I clenched my ass and felt him explode into me with so much come. We both came for what felt like forever. 

I drifted away again, carried along a warm current to sleep, but this time it was restful and I felt as though I were sleeping on a warm beach, with the sound of rain off in the distance. There was a dilation of time that allowed me to enjoy the last echoes of my most intense climax through my sleep, drifting through a numbness toward total peace. 

When I woke again, I was dressed properly. The maid, whom I had seen earlier, was buttoning up my blouse like an undertaker dressing a corpse. She seemed quite surprised to see me awake and rushed off. I sat up. The clock read six o-five. I could hear the maid, not quite well enough to understand her in Spanish, but I could read the urgency. Soon, I was up, brushing my shampooed hair at my mirror when Anaxandros peered in. 

"You look fantastic."

And I did. I felt incredible. There was no pain, no worry, and no fear of what lay behind the next set of doors. I looked at him with a mixture of love and absolute hate, but there was no fear. I stood up and adjusted my black dress jacket. I kissed him warmly and he smiled. "Court date's today. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, Master."

"Good. everything is yours again as of midnight tonight. I notified your ex-husband and made sure your children will be waiting for you this afternoon. By the way, you might be happy to know that I discovered a few glitches in his 1998-2000 tax returns. I let the IRS know about them today. Also, he's been stealing technology from his company, so I think he'll be very reasonable with any request you might have of him...so long as you word it properly." He smiled again and slid an arm around my waist. He led me to his car. I knew I'd been in it several times, but the memories were gray and faded. I watched the buildings flash by outside and wondered why they looked so different. I felt calm, relaxed and ready for what awaited me after the hearing. I was most looking forward to seeing my children. While in one respect it felt like I had been awake only one night, I knew it had been much longer for my need to be with them. 

Once in the court room, I had no difficulty explaining how my life had changed and how my debt was repaid with the help of the wonderful Dr. Anaxandros. I saw my children peeking in through the gallery doors as I listened to the council restore my credit and my life to me. I was free of Anaxandros. I was free of incarceration. When I turned to embrace the good doctor, he was not there. He was at the door, holding it open for my three children, who rushed in and embraced me, nearly knocking me over. They laughed and cheered and told me how good I looked - like I'd been on a vacation. I smiled and looked up at the Doctor, who simply winked and slipped out the doors, forever.

In the days that followed I enjoyed the time I spent with my children. I looked my ex-husband in the eye and dared him to cross words with me. I half wished for the chance to drop him to the ground with a twist of my hand. I wasn't going to tolerate his insipid arrogance any longer. But, as if by plan, he was very reserved with me from then on. He took to my requests for special time or changes in schedule quickly, with little reservation. He even remembered my birthday. 

Of course the memories of that month returned, in the form of nightmares that woke me in cold sweats for weeks thereafter. There were great adventures, with great peril and excitement - tales for another time. There were moments of pain and humiliation that, despite it all, I was able to put into proper perspective. I recalled nights of passionate love with Anaxandros. I remember loving him and being with him. I remembered his lessons, on a dance floor and in a dojo. I remembered moments of agony at his hands and extreme bliss. Beyond the details, I judge it by its end. I love him and always will. While I never expect to see him again, I know he will always be with me. 

- End -

Post Script - I write this upon hearing of the untimely death of my Master, Dr. Anaxandros. I feel I owe it to his memory to chronicle those adventures in our four weeks together to preserve the memory of this singularly brilliant and wonderful man. With the permission of the Ministry, I will write of him and of us in the future, starting with our Adventure within the Palace of the Emperor of Allah. 

Blessings to the Highest Lord,
Sandi Denis



The Treatment



The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins' desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. "Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please," Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. "Sit right here," the receptionist said, "and Nurse Hartman will be with you in a minute!" Sarah Mitchell nervously scanned the stark white walls and involuntarily shivered and said to herself, "What in the name of god am I doing here, I must have been crazy to even have dreamt of trying this!!" 

She was quickly jarred back to reality when the door swung open and Andrea Hartman entered the room! "Hi, Sarah," Andrea said brightly, while extending her hand, "I'm Andrea Hartman, but you can just call me Andrea, okay!?!" Taking Andrea's hand and shaking it, Sarah merely smile weakly and nodded. "All right," Andrea said as she sat down while reading Sarah's history, "let's see what we have here!!" After flipping through several pages of Sarah's medical history, Andrea intoned, "I see that the reason for your appointment is the inability to achieve orgasm, is that correct?!?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am," Sarah stammered!! "Well," Andrea replied, "that's unusual for a woman of twenty seven, but I'm sure the doctor can help you, he has almost a ninety percent success rate with young women!!"

"Now," she continued, "before the doctor comes in, remove all of your clothing and put on this gown, he'll with you shortly!!"

As she had never met Dr. Watkins, Sarah had pictured in her mind a balding middle aged man with a paunch, sort of your generic doctor's image that most people would conger up, so she was more than a little flabbergasted when in strode a older, tall, dark and handsome man of about forty or so, which unbelievably caused Sarah's heart to beat a little bit faster! "Hi," he said smoothly, "I'm Dr. Watkins, and you've all ready met Andrea here, so what seems to be the problem, Sarah?!?"

"Uh, well, I can't seem to achieve, uh, satisfaction," she mumbled in a barely audible tine! "From your medical history I can see no physical reason that would prevent you from attaining orgasm," he said quietly, while glancing at her file, "have you had relations with anyone lately?!?"

"No," she replied quickly, "not in over two years!!"

"Although there certainly nothing wrong with celibacy," he said reassuringly, "it only makes sense if you truly wish to avoid having sex, and since you're here, I can take it that that is not the case with you, am I correct in assuming this?!?"

"Yes, that is correct," she answered, "I want to find out what if feels like to climax!!"

"Good," he replied, "let's get started then, slip off your gown and hop up onto the table and lie down, and we'll start with an exam!!" Sarah was a little embarrassed, but much to her surprise, she didn't feel the usual discomfort she felt when she had her normal pap smear exam! "Okay, Sarah," the doctor said, "what we want to find out first is whether you have normal sexual responses to outside stimuli, so the first thing we will do is simply to massage your breasts and see what your reaction is!!" 

With her eyes closed, Sarah could feel Dr. Watkins' powerful hands gently kneading and rubbing her small upturned breasts, while he commented to Andrea, "Normal nipple response, and normal flushening on and around the entire breast area!"

"That's very good, Sarah, now we want to check your vaginal opening for signs of moisture," he went on, "but for now we won't be touching you there, okay?!?" Sarah simply nodded and waited for the exam to proceed. "Definite evidence of moisture along the length of her crack, a perfectly normal response to breast petting," the doctor reported! "As we move along," Dr. Watkins intoned, "I will always tell you what our next step will be, just so you're aware of it!!" 

"As you know, oral attention to the female breast has been a love making staple for thousands of years, so what we want to do now is test your reaction to intense nipple sucking," the doctor explained, "so I'm going to have Andrea do your nipples while I observe your vagina!!" Wow, she hadn't been expecting to have a female touch her intimately, but before she could protest, a wet warm mouth attached itself to her left nipple and a started sucking eagerly!! 

"Uh," Sarah gasped while the sucking grew more vigorous, never in her wildest dreams had she thought that a mouth could feel so good on her nipple!! Dr. Watkins was quick to note her reaction and asked, "Does that feel good to you, Sarah, because your vagina certainly seems to think so!?!" While slightly lifting her chest to meet Nurse Hartman's mouth she moaned softly, "Never has that felt so good, it's amazing!!"

"Well," the doctor commented, "Andrea is an expert at breast sucking, so I'm not at all surprised at your reaction!!"

Dr. Watkins soon stopped Andrea, and asked, "Sarah do you feel more or less aroused than normal?!?"

"Much more, I feel more sensations in my vagina than ever before, and my breasts feel wonderful too!!"

"Well that means we're making progress," the doctor replied, "now we want to check you for visual response by showing you things that would normally be associated as arousing to a woman!!" At that point, Dr. Watkins dropped his pants and exposed is semi hard erection to Sarah's gaze and asked, "Do you like to look at hard penises, Sarah?!?"

"Y-yes," she replied softly, "but I haven't seen very many!!" 

"From the looks of your vagina, you must love what you're seeing," he continued, "because you are simply dripping!!" As he talked and Sarah stared, the semi hard penis slowly expanded until it was standing straight up and thick, with a drop of precum hanging right from the tip!! "You've never sucked a man, have you the doctor asked softly?!? Shaking her head from side to side she replied, "No, I haven't!!"

"I think I can tell from the look on your face," he surmised, "that right at this moment you would love to have this penis in your mouth, am I right on that!?!" 

"Oh, yes," she replied in a begging voice, "may I please!?!"

"Okay, but we're going to do something else at the same time," he added, while letting her take his erection into her hand and draw it to her open mouth, "while you're sucking me, Andrea is going to lick and suck your vagina!!"

"Try not to dwell on the fact that you're getting eaten, just think about the whole experience and enjoy it to the best of your ability," he went on, "if you have and orgasm, fine, if not, we still have other things we can try!!"

The experience was totally intoxicating, with a hard cock in her mouth and her pussy being sucked, Sarah was sure that this time she would achieve her elusive orgasm!! With the tension in her pussy beginning to grow rapidly, Sarah tried in vain to relax and just let it happen, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quite make it over the top, so her frustration was only exacerbated!! Her clit was hotter than a fire cracker, but even with Andrea's expert mouth doing her bidding, she seemed destined to never experience the ultimate pleasure in human existence!! Sensing her growing frustration, Dr. Watkins halted the session and asked Sarah directly, "Have you ever had any feelings about making love to a woman?!?"

"Well, sometimes I wonder about it," Sarah replied! "I think I know what needs to be done," the doctor replied, "I know you weren't expecting this, but I feel the only way for you to achieve orgasm is by having you suck Andrea's pussy while I fuck your cunt, do you still want to continue?!?" Emphatically she answered, "Yes, I want to continue, I think we are getting close!!"

Andrea positioned her now naked pussy over Sarah's mouth while Dr. Watkins gently pushed the head of his pecker into the wet slit of his patient!! "Okay, Andrea," he ordered, "nice and easy, just give her a taste at first!!" The bulging vagina of the nurse slowly descended towards Sarah's mouth, while at the same time her vagina was be filled with Dr. Watkins' thick pecker!! 

"Oh, my," Sarah thought, when she first tasted the hot vagina, "it tastes so good, I can't believe I've waited this long to try it!!" There is something about licking a cunt for the first time, and even though you've never done it before, you instinctively know exactly what to do, and that was certainly the case with Sarah, because automatically her tongue gravitated to Andrea's clitoris!! The nurse gasped and moaned as the young patient sucked her pussy like she had been doing it all of her life, with the result being, that the sounds being emitted by the excited nurse turned Sarah on far more than anything she had ever experienced!! "Good, very good," the doctor intoned, as he increased the speed of his stroking, "are you getting there, dear, Andrea surely seems to be enjoying the session!?!" Andrea was indeed enjoying herself, as she now ground her naked pussy hard into Sarah's mouth, urgently seeking the relief her pussy now so desperately needed!! "Sarah, dear," he said quietly, "Andrea is on the verge of a huge climax, if you concentrate, I think that you can have one right along with her!!"

Her mind was now spinning quickly out of control, as was her vagina, and for the first time in her life she felt the muscles in her belly contracting uncontrollably, as if they had a mind of their own!! Dr. Watkins noticed it right away and exhorted, "Okay, girls, now it's time for your orgasms, can you cum for me now!?!"

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming," Andrea moaned, "eat my pussy, you do that so well!!"

"Oh, god," Sarah thought, "this is it, this is it, I can feel it coming, it's getting closer now, so close, aaaaaraghhhhhhhhh, sweet jesus," she screamed into the blazing pussy, "I-I-I-I'm cumming, oh, my, I'm fucking cumming so hard!!," as she bucked her hips up and down as she tried to meet the doctor's strokes with her exploding pussy!!

Andrea climbed off Sarah and staggered over to chair with rubbery legs, while the doctor let his pecker slip from Sarah's well fucked cunt!! "Oh, thank you," she gushed, "I never thought it would happen for me, thank you so much!!" As the doctor pattered her head he opined, "I think you better find yourself a girl friend, dear!!"



The Treatment



Anna struggled but they were too strong for her. The room was just as she'd always been told it would be: pleasant and comfortable; cool air with plenty of water and couches covered with velvet, leather and silk. There weren't any other victims in the room, just her and the people who would take her freedom away.

Light streamed in through high, slatted windows and reflected off walls of cool peppermint green. The carpet was thick and luxuriant red, the sensation exquisite under her feet. She was held between two strong men, tall and broad shouldered with hard muscles. Their bodies bulged through the thin cotton shirts they'd been dressed in. Their necks were heavily scarred where they'd been operated on. She wasn't walking out of here with her mind intact. It made her want to cry.

Hands like vices held her arms out from her sides. They were slender, tanned arms with a little muscle on them. She had beautiful, tanned skin with a texture like brushed silk. The light caressed her pert, round breasts and pink nipples. They were perfect, just the right size to be cupped in a hand. She gasped softly as she struggled, her neck muscles standing out. The air was cold, it made her body feel small and hard. The shallow valley down her stomach goose-pimpling as it led down to the smooth, tender slopes of her pussy. They didn't react when she sagged between them. 

Hands tenderly reached from behind her and brushed the hair out of her face. They were warm and soft. Woman's hands. Soft oriental skin. They cupped her breasts from behind. Her body reacted in its own. Anna sighed involuntarily, shuddering as the hands caressed her. Her pussy tightened deliciously as the fingertips stroked their way down her stomach; down the tender skin to her pussy then, after the briefest electrical touch, to the soft inner skin of her thighs. She jerked and simpered helplessly.

The woman behind her shushed and cooed as she worked, stroking the soft skin with her fingertips. Faster and faster, sweetness as helpless as heaven as she stroked her way closer to Anna's lips. She bucked against the hand, trying to brush the fingertips with her vagina. The oriental woman held her tight and buried a kiss on the nape of her neck, tickling the tender spot with the tip of her tongue. Anna whimpered and begged.

"Hush Anna, hush now," the Oriental woman pinched the tip of her nipple. "Good girl."

Pain and pleasure blurred her senses. She let her head roll back onto the oriental woman's shoulder. The fingers ran one elegant curve around her vulva then plunged in. Anna's mouth opened wide and was immediately filled with fingers. She licked and sucked the salty vaginal fluids.

"Good, good, just relax baby." She cupped and stroked her breast.

Anna begged again. The Oriental Doctor sank her fingers deep into the raw flesh of her vagina. Anna bucked against her and the Doctor sighed happily, speeding. Speeding and speeding. Pleasure like liquid playing through her. Breath ripped out of her in huge sighs. The doctor nipped at the lobe of her ear and speeded up again, rubbing hard against the rough beads of flesh. Anna howled in ecstasy.

"There, yes that's it. Right there sweetheart. Come on now," she moved right to her clit, massaging it with maddening accuracy. Endless pleasure ripped through her, sweeping away every thought and image.

"Yes, yes." Anna gasped.

"There baby, just give in to it. Give in and let it take you away."

The doctor moved from massaging her clit to tapping it with the tips of her fingers. Pattering motion again and again and again. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot through her. Every muscle in her body snapped as she surrendered to the tightness. Her body wracked and bucked against the pleasure. Orgasm again and again. Her mouth opened and it was filled. The doctor swapped hands seamlessly putting the fingers into her mouth. Anna whimpered and sucked them clean eagerly. The last helpless orgasm wiped out the few thoughts and opinions in her mind. She sighed, whimpered and sank back into the Oriental doctor's arms.

Her willpower was gone. The doctor dismissed the two orderlies and allowed Anna to turn and cling to her. Her face was elegant yet sweet. She stroked Anna's face and kissed her deeply. Her body was alive with pleasure and sensitivity. The slightest touch was addictively intimate. She worked her way under the doctor's tight lycra singlet and ran her fingers over the woman's pale, silky skin. Her cornflower blue eyes looked up at the other woman eagerly. The doctor eased Anna down onto the pleasant stimulation of the velvet couch.

"Good girl. This isn't a punishment, it's a reward. You're beautiful. Nothing is more beautiful than you. Good girl." She whispered huskily.

Anna arched her back, the muscles on her sweat stained body standing out. Her breasts pushed out against the doctor's cupping fingers. The doctor sank her fingers down into Anna's cunt and started rubbing slowly.

"What have you done to me?"

"Just a few things to help you relax sweetheart." She massaged slowly. "Just give in to them and enjoy yourself, it'll all be over soon."

"Please don't take my mind." Anna begged.

"Oh baby don't be scared," the doctor rubbed her faster, the warmth and pleasure building. "You'll feel so good, hush... hush..." She traced her fingertips sweetly over the insane tenderness. Every nerve on fire with bliss. "Everything will feel incredible and you'll be so happy. Forever baby. Happy and beautiful forever.

"Sweeter, hush, sweeter." She massaged her clit and lips at the same time. Making Anna writhe helplessly. "Sweeter Anna baby, just give in to the madness."

"I need you." Anna begged.

The doctor cooed and shushed her tenderly, reaching for something under the couch. Anna's eyes fell on the syringe as it slipped into her skin but she didn't care. There was too much pleasure, too much bliss. Her love for this wonderful, beautiful force of nature meant that it didn't matter. She shivered as the drug rushed through her system. Everything slowed and blended into one thing -- light, touch, pleasure.

She felt herself detach and drift away from herself. Only the pleasure was immediate. The taste and feel of this woman on the bed next to her. The voice ordering her. Nothing mattered. There was no reason not to obey. Her worries and emotions dissipated. She was perfect. She was finished. She cried out and came helplessly.



The Treatment



Author's note: this story is NOT related to Twelve Gates - it's just me doing some mental stretching to get over some writer's block - a little change of pace. I don't know if it's going to be a stand-alone story or the first of a series. Any thoughts? All characters are fictional. Feedback is welcome.

****

Sandra Ella Smith, PhD, slipped past the door quietly, eyes lowered, and hurried to her place on the bar stool in the corner of my office. I spun in my leather office chair to face her.

"You're late." I said, my tone flat.

"Sindi is sorry, Sir. She missed her bus." her voice was meek, almost fearful.

I gazed at her coolly for several moments. Unable to stand the prolonged silence, she spoke again.

"The first client is at 9:30, Sir."

"That only leaves you 15 minutes then."

"Yes, Sir." She dropped off the bar stool and to her knees, then started to slowly crawl over the laminate floor towards me. Her white skirt was so short that the hem didn't drag on the floor as she crawled. The blue, deep V-neck top she wore exposed most of her breasts as she moved; they were just barely contained by a lacy white bra. Her azure eyes were on mine the entire time she approached. Finally she knelt in front of me, looking up at me and biting her lower lip.

"May Sindi please perform her morning service, Sir?" Her face flushed as she spoke the words, but the shyness didn't hide the hint of lust in her voice. She'd never been able to hide it from me. Women never could.

"What did we discuss yesterday?"

"That Sindi must not allow her teeth to touch your cock, Sir."

"And what did I say would happen if I felt your teeth?"

Her blush deepened. Her eyes reflected anxiety and hunger.

"You said you would take the ruler to Sindi's bare titties, Sir." Her shudder of arousal was barely visible unless you knew to look for it. And I knew.

"An appropriate consequence for sloppiness?"

"Um...Yes Sir" she hesitated before answering, clearly torn between fearing and craving the harsh sting of my wooden ruler.

"Unless you think you're too good to be sucking cock. Is that it?"

"Oh, no Sir. Sindi isn't too good for anything. Please let her show you?"

"Get started then."

She extracted my cock from my dress pants with practiced skill and carefully lowered her mouth over it. The combination of her deep, eager strokes and the wet friction of her tongue promised to make this a short session. I was always a little faster in the mornings. 

Thirty-one year old Sandra Smith had been a chemical engineer for an oil company out in Alberta, leading a team of twenty people, earning a huge salary and enjoying the universal respect of her peers. She'd been engaged to a perfect young man who was steeped in new money.

Now she was Sindi, my part-time secretary, dressed like a bimbo and concentrating so very hard on keeping her teeth away from my skin as she hurried to bring me off before the first client arrived. 

From a glorious past to a very humble present. And all her choice - free and voluntary and un-coerced. No blackmail. No trickery. I hadn't threatened to do unpleasant things to her sister; nothing like that. She'd begged me for the job, in fact.

Why?

That part is difficult to explain and even harder to understand. The short answer is: some women have a need that consumes them. I mean an obsessive, often unhealthy kind of primal desire that gets its hooks in and never, ever lets go. Sometimes the woman can suppress this vital urge and live an ordinary, unhappy life of self-denial. 

And sometimes, they find me and undergo my own particular brand of treatment.

"Six minutes left. I won't be pleased if you're late to greet Mrs. Gordon."

My words had the desired effect, making her efforts even more frantic. She was more desperate for me to cum than I was. And...there were her teeth again. Just a gentle scrape, barely noticeable. But I noticed. She did, too, and let out an anguished wail as she continued to service me.

I heard the outer door to my office open and close. Mrs. Gordon had arrived and was in the waiting room. Sindi was not having a very good morning. It wouldn't be exactly fair of me to punish Sindi just because the client was early, but not to punish her would make her even more unhappy. It was exactly what she expected...and needed. The humiliation. The loss of control. 

A few minutes later I succumbed to her talented and experienced mouth. She swallowed, licked me clean and gently put my cock away. Her blue eyes held an odd mix of fear and expectation. I knew her pussy was soaked.

"Sir, Sindi is so sorry for her teeth! Please don't be angry with her."

"Go and show Mrs. Gordon in. We'll have plenty of time to deal with your sloppiness when she leaves."

A moan rose from deep within her - more lust than terror. She rose quickly and clicked to the door in her high heels. I watched her ass in that too-short skirt as she exited - it must have been near-impossible to sit on the bus without displaying an obscene amount of leg and thigh. 

I sighed and spun the chair back to my desk. It was time to get down to business.

***

Mrs. Beverly Gordon was a forty-two year old grade 6 teacher, mother of two teenaged daughters and wife of 18 years. Her kids, typical teenagers, didn't want her around much and her husband ignored her. She was far from ugly so I figured he was having an affair, but didn't share my opinion with Beverly. She'd come to see me four times already; her first two visits had been two weeks apart but she'd come to me each of the past two weeks. The more she had, the more she needed. 

She paid in cash, $300, setting an envelope on the corner of my desk before she sat on the hard plastic fold-out chair I provided for my clients.

I'm not a whore. Or maybe I am, but not in the traditional sense. There are some itches that a woman can't scratch in the course of her normal daily life. Deeply-hidden but undeniable wants that would ruin her if they ever became known to civilized society. So call me a scratcher of very private itches. I make these women feel the way they need to feel. Confidentially, safely. But I don't come cheap.

I glanced at Sindi, perched uncomfortably on her bar stool in the corner of the office holding her steno pad. She nodded, ready to begin. I had her record my sessions on pen and paper not because I needed the information but because it was a demeaning, trivial and pointless task. Later she would sit at her computer and carefully transcribe her notes, then email me the files. I never read them. And she knew it. 

"How have you been since last week, Beverly?" I asked. 

"Better, doctor. I thought a lot about our last treatment."

Bev called me 'doctor' even though she knew it wasn't true. I'd told her the unvarnished truth about myself before our first session. That's one rule - I never lie to my clients. But it seemed to make her feel better to address me that way. Maybe it was how she rationalized her visits to me.

"And we agreed on a few things that you would do after the last session. Some homework. How did you manage, Beverly?" I kept my tone cool, almost professional. My eyes never left hers. She started to fidget. Her cheeks took on some colour. Telltale signs of the tingle she was feeling between her thighs.

"F-fine, doctor. I did exactly as you prescribed."

"Tell me what you did, Beverly."

"I...stopped wearing...panties." her colour deepened. She was fingering the sleeve of her white blouse nervously. 

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Naughty. Dirty, especially when I was teaching."

"Aroused?"

"Yes, doctor. Very."

"What other homework did we agree on, Beverly?" 

"I...shaved."

"Where did you shave, Beverly?"

"My vagina."


I could feel my cock stirring again but the hunger was manageable thanks to Sindi's morning service. That was another rule - I never touched my clients. Ever. Luckily for me, Sindi was an employee, not a client.

"And did you do a thorough job?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Excellent. Remove your jeans."

She hesitantly stood, darted a glance at Sindi, then unfastened her jeans. She hooked her fingers under the waist line, peeled them down her legs and awkwardly stepped out of them. Sure enough, no panties. Her white blouse fell to conceal her cunt. That wouldn't do at all.

"Raise the bottom of your blouse, Beverly."

Her hand shook as she obeyed, revealing a completely hairless slit.

"Walk over to Sindi. She'll inspect it to make sure you did a good job."

She paused, then lowered her eyes and slowly walked to the corner where Sindi was furiously making notes. Beverly stood in front of her and Sindi looked at me, unsure of how to proceed.

"Get down on your knees and give it a thorough visual exam. Then stroke it with your fingers to ensure a proper job was done." I instructed my secretary. I turned my chair to take in the scene.

Sindi slid off the bar stool and to her knees. I couldn't tell which of the two women was blushing more deeply. Sindi brought her face close to Beverly's snatch, looking at it carefully as I'd directed. Mrs. Gordon's breath was starting to come faster.

"Please part your knees wider so Sindi can perform a decent inspection." I said.

Bev widened her stance and Sindi tentatively reached out and ran her fingertips over the sensitive flesh. Beverly gasped at the contact but didn't draw away. Sindi slid her fingertips over Bev's mound, up the sides of her pussy lips and down deep between her thighs.

"It feels very smooth, Sir." Sindi said, humiliated. Aroused.

"Excellent. You can take your seat again, Beverly."

Bev sat, knees pressed together tightly. She must have known that this act of modesty was irrational, given what was to come.

"What did your husband say about your bald pussy, Beverly?

"He...hasn't noticed." she said in a quiet voice.

Seriously? What kind of husband doesn't notice that his wife has been shaving her quim for a whole week? 

"Well, you did such a good job that it would be a shame if he didn't notice it. So from now on I think you should begin sleeping nude. Every single night."

"Y-yes, doctor. If you think that's a good idea."

"That's settled, then. Sindi will make a note in your treatment plan." 

"Thank you, doctor."

"Shall we continue the treatment we started last week, Beverly?" I asked, nonchalant.

"Yes Doctor, please."

Her breath caught expectantly as I reached into the side drawer in my desk, pulled out a disposable pen and slid it across the desk. She glanced at the pen and then gave me a pleading look. I looked back impassively. 

She leaned froward and picked up the pen, holding onto the pointed end. Slowly she spread her legs until her feet were on either side of the cheap plastic chair, then slid her ass to the edge of the seat. With her slit so boldly presented it was easy to see her arousal in the thickness of her lips and the moisture starting to gather between them. She trembled in embarrassment and barely-contained desire.

"May I begin please, doctor?" 

I nodded. She slowly, gently eased the blunt end of the pen into her dripping hole, just halfway, then all the way out again. On the second stroke the pen slid in easily all the way. She closed her eyes as she slid the pen in and out tentatively, then with increasing speed. Her breathing was rapid; the thin instrument was hitting enough nerve endings to bring greater arousal, but not an orgasm. Before long her pleasure began to plateau well short of the release she needed.

Her eyes opened and I could see the desperation in them. 

I waited. 

She soon realized that no matter how quickly or vigourously she fucked herself with the pen, it wouldn't be enough.

"Please...I need more." she said, panting, continuing to work the pen hard. 

"More?" 

"The...the...bigger one."

I waited. My eyes didn't leave hers. 

"Please, doctor. May I use Cunt Buster?" her face was beet red as she spoke the words.

I reached into the same drawer and pulled out a hard plastic dildo that was about a foot long and two inches thick at its widest. Gently ribbed and neon pink. I set it carefully on the desk in front of me. Her eyes fixed on it with a single-minded, desperate intensity. She licked her lips. The pen continued to slide in and out of her to no effect.

"Yes...please." she whispered.

"What did we discuss last time, Beverly? "

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, then back down to Cunt Buster.

"P-proper enthusiasm." she mumbled.

I waited.

She put the now-greasy pen back on my desk, then very slowly slid onto her knees. Kneeling, her eyes were just slightly higher than the top of my desk and still focused, laser-like, on the neon pink sex toy. 

"Please may I use Cunt Buster?"

I waited. She still had a ways to go to get to where she needed to be.

"...Please can I use Cunt Buster in my...p-pussy?"

"...Please can I...can I fuck my pussy with Cunt Buster?"

"...Please please let me fuck my hot pussy with Cunt Buster!"

I could see her eyes becoming less focused. Glazed. The urge was gaining power. Mrs. Beverly Gordon was almost gone, overwhelmed by the undeniable power of the primal hunger inside her. The transformation was beautiful in a way. I enjoyed freeing her from her self-imposed oppression. 

My cock was full-on erect.

"I need to fuck my wet cunt! Please let me fuck Cunt Buster! I need it so bad."

"Maybe if you were naked..." I suggested in a deliberately disinterested tone. Her blouse came off fast and she yanked her bra up over her head, too frenzied to bother with the clasp. Her tits were small but perky enough. The nipples were thick and long. I felt a surge of regret for my 'no touching the clients' rule. Those stiff points craved a good rough squeeze.

"God...I need that big cock inside me...fucking...stretching...thick...please..." the words were coming in fragments now, barely coherent. She was panting and sweating. The True Beverly had surfaced at last. I could smell her juices. 

Why had I made that stupid rule? 

I very slowly slid the dildo to her end of the table. As soon as I let go she had it in her hands and between her legs. She pushed it roughly inside her with a loud, low moan. It went in only a couple of inches so she yanked it out and thrust it in again. The air rushed out of her lungs in an animalistic grunt. It was buried in her halfway. Her eyes were open but unseeing, a dreamy half-smile on her lips as she withdrew and slammed it in again. 

True Beverly didn't want to be gently coaxed to a satisfying climax. She wanted to pound her dripping snatch until she came like a freight train. 

And that's what she did.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her body stiffened; most of the pink toy lodged inside her.

"Yes! FUCK!" she screamed as a powerful cum punched hard into her core. She fell onto her back and spasmed and jerked and twitched for an entire minute, gasping out profanity the entire time.

And then it was over and she lay still; naked on the laminate floor; legs wide; Cunt Buster lodged deep in her well-stretched sex. Breathing like she'd just run a mile.

I waited. 

"Thank you, doctor." she whispered from the floor.

"I assume you'll do a better job of cleaning it than you did last time, Beverly."

She nodded weakly, still lying on her back. She reached down and slowly, gingerly eased Cunt Buster out of her abused opening. She brought it to her mouth and started to lick. 

****

The wooden ruler slapped down onto Sindi's left tit, drawing a gasp of pain and a red welt on the milky white skin.

She stood in front of me as I sat in my chair. She was topless with her fingers laced behind her head, C-cup tits well-presented for their promised beating. I drew back and slapped the 12-inch wooden ruler down again. She squealed softly but didn't budge.

"You have a PhD in chemical engineering?" I asked her.

"Yes Sir."

I slashed the ruler again, enjoying the way the flesh bounced and jiggled with each hard swat. Sindi's whine made it clear that she didn't enjoy it quite so much. But her nipples were rock-hard.

"But you're having trouble learning to suck my cock?"

"Sindi is so sorry, Sir!"

Another crisp smack. They'd all been on her left breast. It was starting to look splotchy and very mistreated.

"Is sucking a cock more difficult than chemical engineering, Sindi?"

SMACK

"No Sir. Sindi promises that she'll learn to do it properly."

SMACK

I paused, reading her expression, her body language, her eyes. Too much pain would take her out of the zone. There needed to be a balance between the pain, the humiliation and the craving she felt in response.

I stroked the flat of the ruler gently over her red, swollen tit. Her breathing was rapid. I judged her to be exactly where she most needed to be. I gave her flesh one final hard slap, then put the ruler back in the drawer.

It had been a long, profitable day. Four clients, $1700. Not bad for 5 hours' work. 

"You can go now, Sindi. I'll expect you on time tomorrow."

"Yes Sir." she paused, hands still behind her head.

"Is there something else?"

"Please Sir, it's been two weeks. Please let Sindi cum?"

I could hear in her voice it was the truth. I looked into her pretty blue eyes as I pretended to consider her request. Of course, I didn't control her when she was away from work; there was nothing to stop her from rubbing her clit from dusk till sunrise. I didn't really care. But she did. Unlike my clients who could temporarily tame their urges, Sindi had long ago capitulated to hers. Sandra Ella Smith was a fading memory. For the most part, only Sindi remained. And Sindi needed what I gave her; needed it like air or water. 

"Maybe tomorrow, if you're on time, and if you've learned to suck a cock properly. Maybe." I replied.

"Yes Sir. I promise I'll be perfect tomorrow." her voice sounded disappointed but endearingly optimistic.

She retrieved her bra and top from the surface of my desk and dressed.

Tomorrow would be a new day.



The Treatment Nurse



You called me up and told me that you had to have one of my special treatments today, asking if there was any way I could squeeze you into my schedule. I mentioned that I was not working today and had other plans. You said you would pay me double what I usually charge. How could I pass that up??? I put on my white nurse's uniform dress, white thigh hi hose, my nurse's cap and cute clog-like white shoes. I pull my hair up into a tight bun with a few tendrils curled at the sides and tucked behind my ears. Applying very little makeup I finish getting ready. 

Just as I am done I hear the doorbell ring. I have a "mother" apartment attached to the house. I live in the house and use the attached apartment as my office. I slowly walk through the doorway that separates my home from my office and open the outside door, letting you inside. You walk in and had me the money, taking in my uniform at the same time. I ask you to follow me into one of the "treatment" rooms, a modified bedroom. 

The first thing I do is to slowly strip off your clothes, kissing you all over as I bare your skin. Then I lead you to the bed where there is a fitted rubber sheet covered with two layers of towels. I instruct you to lie on your left side and curl your knees up to your chest. Walking over to the table on the other side of the room I turn on a cd with the sounds of waterfalls and rolling rapids for you to listen to while I go into the bathroom to prepare your first enema. 

As I fill the four-quart enema bag up with only three quarts of warm water I add two tablespoons of castile soap. Once the has the right amount of water in it I shake it up a bit to get the suds started and then let the air out of the tubing. I lubricate the tip of the nozzle with some KY jelly and bring the bag into the bedroom. 

You have started to get nervous. I hang the enema bag up on a hook in the wall next to the bed and don a pair of latex gloves. I put some KY on my fingers and tell you to relax and breathe deep. I spread your ass cheeks wide and slip first one and then two fingers into your tight bum. Yup, just as I suspected. You are full of shit. Well, the enemas will definitely help with that, along with giving you the humiliation and discomfort you seek.

I widen my fingers in a scissor action while they are still in your butt, trying to stretch your passage a little before emptying the three quarts of water into your bowel. I slide my fingers out and bring the gloves to your face to let you see your brown shit on them, and tell you to inhale the stink. Then I take off the gloves, turning them inside out at the same time, and throw them in the trash.

I ask you if you are ready for your treatment. You say that you are, but your voice is a little hesitant and shaky. I take the tip of the nozzle and insert it into your anus, just one inch. I let you get used to it, watching your anal ring clench and release the tube, trying to dislodge it. But instead I push the nozzle in deeper, another two inches; and then another three. Now the nozzle is in six inches and I stop. I release the clamp and let the water start to flow. 

As the water is released into your bowel I can see your dick straining. You have gotten an erection despite your discomfort. After about half of the three quarts has gone in you ask me to stop because of the cramping. I slow the flow down, but don't stop it. I tell you to take deep cleansing breaths and to close your eyes and listen to the music. I lean over with my free hand and slowly rub your stomach. 

Your abdomen is starting to get distended as two-thirds of the enema has gone in. You beg me to stop, but I coax you to let the rest go in, as you are almost there. You whimper, but I refuse to stop the flow of the water. At last the bag is empty and I close the clamp. 

I tell you to take a nice slow breath as I take the nozzle out. As quickly as the tip leaves your ass I insert an inch wide butt-plug to help you retain the enema for at least fifteen minutes. I continue to softly massage your stomach and can feel the water moving around in there. 

Your dick is completely erect now and I can see a drop of precum at the tip. I lean across over you to lick it up and I can sense you tense up. You ask me if you can go into the bathroom now, that you feel you have to go really bad. It has been ten minutes and since this is your first enema I help you up and escort you into the bathroom. I wash my hands, remind you that you will have to take out the butt-plug first and then leave the room. 

You reach behind, pull out the plug and are barely able to move your hand fast enough before releasing all he soapy water and shit from your ass. After about twenty minutes you feel ready for your next enema. You call to me but I don't hear you. I am lying on the bed with my fingers tracing my clit, rubbing my wet juices into the tiny bud. I let out a moan as I climax before realizing that I am not alone in the bedroom anymore. 

You look over and see me playing with myself and your dick springs back to life. As I moan you clear your throat so that I know you are in the room, thinking that now is your chance to get some action.

You don't realize that the only action you are getting is another enema, though. I am angered at the sight of you watching me and go to the kitchen for the ingredients of your next enema. I get the milk out of the fridge and the molasses out of the cupboard. I get out a new enema bag and mix the two ingredients, making a two-quart enema. 

I figure that you deserve some major cramping for spying on me. I have you get on your hands and knees on the bed with your ass high up in the air. Without lubricating the tube or expelling the air out of it first I insert it in your behind. I let the milk and molasses slowly fill your rectum and bowel. You sense the cramping almost immediately and beg me to stop, promising not to spy on me again. I refuse to listen to you and let the rest of the two quarts run in. 

After the bag is empty I pull out the tubing and don't put anything in to plug you up. I pull a chair up next to the bed and ask you how you feel. I can see by the faces you are making and the grunts that this is doing just what it was intended to do. After five minutes you ask me to please let you go evacuate this torturous enema. I refuse. Ten minutes go by. You ask again to go to the bathroom. I don't even respond. 

You start fidgeting in the bed. You can't keep still for more than thirty seconds. The extreme cramping is beginning to take its toll. I slap your left butt cheek, then your right one. You are rocking back and forth on your hands and knees, the cramping driving you to tears. You complain again, telling me that if I don't let you get into the bathroom I am going to have one hell of a mess to clean up. Thirty minutes have gone by and I slap your ass once more and tell you to get to the toilet. 

As you rush into the bathroom I see that your prick is still very stiff and standing straight out. I ask you if you are a little bit excited and you reply that this is the most humiliating thing that has ever been done to you and that you are loving it!! I rinse the enema bag that had the soapsuds in it and get it ready for your cleansing plain water enema with a dash of baking soda. I make the water warm, not hot, not cold, but fill it with an entire four quarts of water. I figure that the milk and molasses has taught you not to fuck with me and that you will do whatever I tell you. I pull the nozzle out of the drawer and put it onto the end of the enema tubing. (For a picture go to http://www.shopinprivate.com/larenbagwitb.html).

I tell you to get your nasty ass into the shower and wash before coming back into the bedroom. I hang the enema bag on the hook and wait for you to return. As you walk in to the room I pull you to me and give you a big wet kiss on the lips. Your tongue finds mine and I open my mouth to you, letting you explore. Your cock is rubbing against my stomach and I reach down to grasp it in my hand. I feel the precum at the tip and wipe it up with my index finger and bring it to our mouths. I pull away from you long enough to lick my finger and then start kissing you again. 

We stumble over to the bed and collapse onto it in a heap. I tell you that the worst is over and the rest of your treatment will be pleasant. You lie on your left side and ask me to fill you up. I generously lubricate the nozzle and slowly push it into your anus. Your breathing stops for a minute, as you try to withstand the larger diameter of the enema. I squirt some more lubrication right at the entrance of your ass and tell you to breathe. Right then I slap your ass hard with one hand and twist/slide the nozzle in the rest of the way with he other hand.

You moan as you feel the nozzle go in and the water start to gush. You beg me to fill you as full as I can. I hold the tubing with one hand and reach over you for your prick with the other. I grasp your shaft and start to move my hand up and down slowly. The four-quart enema bag is more than half empty when you ask to change your position. You state that you are starting to feel a little full and want to move around a bit. I let you roll onto your back, but I put a wedge under your rear so that it is higher than your head. This should allow the water to get deeper into your bowels, as gravity will carry it further than either of the other two has gone. 

I lean down and lick the tip of your cock, telling you that if you are good I will make you cum. Just then the enema bag empties and I have to let your dick fall out of my mouth to clamp off the tube and inflate the balloon inside your ass. I give the bulb three full squeezes. Then I lean up to bite your nipples and kiss your lips. As our lips join in a passionate embrace my hand wanders down to your hard member once again. I jerk you off as our tongues battle. You sense that you are about to cum and ask me to swallow it. I go down on you and deep throat your cock. As soon as the tip hits the back of my throat I feel the head expand and then torrents of jism shoot down my throat. I quickly swallow it all down and suck every last bit out of you. 

You hurriedly tell me that you think you are about to lose it and that if the bottle wasn't in your ass that you would have sprayed the enema all over the place when you came. I let you up and into the bathroom and release the air from the balloon. The nozzle slides out of your ass easily and you expel the water. There isn't much other matter in the expellant, since this is your third enema. Exhausted you take a quick shower and then get dressed. You thank me for making time to see you and schedule an appointment for next week. I give you a kiss on the lips and a pat on the ass goodbye as you walk out the door.



The Treatment of a Toilet Slave



i hear the key turn in the lock; You are finally home. i have been seated in front of the door all day awaiting Your return. Upon entering O/our small apartment, You look down on me with a look of sheer disgust. i writhe softly in anticipation, my small hands trembling. Your job requires business attire, and i cannot help but admire Your hands as You loosen Your tie. "It's been a long day..." You murmur.

i remain silent.

You step over me, letting me catch the scent of You as You pass. i breathe in deeply. "Slut," You comment with a small chuckle. The sound ignites my cunt.

i remain silent.

"Are you ready for dinner, my darling whore?" You ask with a smile, and for a second i panic. Are You being rhetorical? In the seconds it takes for me to figure out whether i should answer You or not, You smack me across my left cheek. "Answer Me."

"Yes Sir, Your disgusting pet pig is ready for it's dinner."

You snort at my reply, knowing i cannot wait to taste my dinner. "Degrade yourself for me, it's been a long day and I desire to hear it from your lips tonight. Undress Me as you do so, cunt."

i whimper, then reply. "Yes Sir, thank You for the honor my Lord... i am Your revolting fuckpig." i say as i unbutton His jacket. "i am nothing more than a pet or a toy for Your amusement and pleasure. i live to serve You."

"Tell Me what you really are. Tell Me what it all boils down to, cunt."

i pause, but not long enough to get caught. "i am your toilet slut for eternity."

"Heh. That's right. Nothing but a toilet slave, fit to eat and drink My waste for the rest of your life. Tell Me how lucky you are."

"Oh, my Lord, i am so lucky." i finish unbuttoning Your button-down and slide off Your slacks to reveal a wifebeater and boxers that barely conceal the hairy erection waiting for me. i whimper, then continue. "i am the luckiest fuckpig cunt to exist, for i have the honor of tasting Your waste."

"Let U/us begin. I have to go, badly, and I spent all day at the office thinking of your repulsive face covered in my piss." i whimper in delight at the thought of my Lord thinking of me, and immediately tug off Your boxers. i bow down low before You, honoring You. You are sprawled across the couch, casually basking in my physical praise of Your Godly body.

Your cock is huge and hairy. You don't shave because You don't need to bother with impressing Your fuckpig. Sometimes, You skip cleaning it as well, just enough so it gags me more than normal. i love it.

You eventually stand up, and as per routine i gaze up into the cock hovering above me. i crawl backwards enough so Your cock is facing my face, and You have at it. A long stream of golden, heavenly piss soars down my throat, coating my tongue. i try to catch every drop in my mouth, but You purposefully rock side-to-side and spread it all over my face until I am glistening with your piss. You bend down slightly, and cover my huge tits with Your piss as well. i moan at the sheer ecstasy of the moment. You just laugh and slap my tits, then trail fingertips through the piss and down my stomach to my shaved cunt.

"Look what Your Owner found..." You whisper, and i shudder. You know i have an oversensitive clit, and You knew exactly how to make me orgasm in only thirty seconds. You immediately start rubbing my clit furiously, digging Your nails into the tender skin. i cum in only seconds, shivering in pleasure.

"Did you ask permission to cum?" You taunt. The color drains from my face.

"N-no Sir, b-but You d-did it s-so fast..."

"Oh, and now you're backtalking your Owner?" You reply with a smirk. i shiver in fear. "I'm going to make you pay for that." And i know exactly what You're going to do.

my head is slammed down on the floor, jarring me. i lose focus for a second, until i see your Godly ass descending upon my face. Pale, hairy and pockmarked, i love your ass more than anything. The revulsion others would feel is pure lust to this fuckpig.

Before i know it, shit is being forced into my mouth. The taste is bitter and rotten. "Chew." You demand, and i comply meekly. i chew Your waste until You order me to swallow, and W/we repeat this process until You are empty. my stomach is filled to the brim with Your shit, and it is pure bliss. "Lick Me clean." You order, and i eagerly lick up the remaining shit tangled in Your ass hair.

"Good cunt." You say, and You stand up and hover above me. Your erection is ramrod straight above my cunt and i moan at the thought of it going inside me.

You are thinking along the same lines, but have slightly different plans. You leave the room, and i remain sprawled across the floor with piss and shit all over my face. You did not give me permission to move. When You return, there is harsh-looking rope in Your hands and a wicked grin on Your face.

The couch in the living room is raised off the floor by four small legs. You tie loops around the top two legs, then beckon me over. i hastily respond and lay on the couch, hands above my head. You nod in approval, and tie me to the couch. my wrists ache already from the rough rope, but You could care less.

"I'm going to tease you the way the thought of you teased Me all day..." You murmur, and my face twists in anguish. This was the worst.

You take Your huge, hairy cock and place the tip on my clit. Then You gently stroke up and down with Your glorious cock, arousing me to the brink of insanity. You press against my tight pink opening, but don't enter for several long minutes. You take my tits in your hand, but instead of slaps You draw slow, lazy circles around each nipple. i need to beg for mercy, but do not have permission to speak and do not dare ask for it.

In a split second You are finally inside me, but it is almost worse than the teasing. You rip me in half with your huge cock, tearing my cunt apart. i cannot look to see, but I know W/we are a frothing mess. The look in Your eyes is one of insane greed and lust, and i moan and scream Your name desperately.

Finally, You cum inside my throbbing cunt. i breathe a sigh of contentment, and You grin like the madman You are. And i love You for it.



The Treatment Tent



Spc. Delacruz pushed through the door of C Platoon's sleep tent, completely exhausted. The twenty-year old woman laid her gear on the floor next to her cot and flopped down on it. She was just beginning to doze off when her two colleagues, Lt. Marsett and Sgt. Young came in from the treatment tent.

"Hard shift, Luce?" twenty-six-year old Linda Marsett asked as she took up a cot to the right of Spc. Delacruz.

"Yeah, but at least we had the Humvee out there. The wind got real bad sometimes," Lucy responded. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Nope, we just stayed in the treatment tent. I don't even know why I volunteered for this deployment. Never mind that it flat out sucks here, I haven't gotten laid since we've been here. I've never gone this long without sex in my life."

"You're telling me," said Marian Young as she sat on Lucy's left. "And to think, we've only been out here a month. What are we gonna do?" lamented the twenty-one-year old.

Lucy sat up. "Learn to masturbate, I guess. I spent the last hour of my guard shift fingering myself, I'm not gonna lie. I waited until Sgt. Macon fell asleep, slipped a finger under my buttons, and just had at it unto our relief got there." The three medics shared a laugh, but they were all in the same dire straits: already it had been a month or so since any of them had gotten laid, and they weren't scheduled to return from Camp Centurion, Kuwait for another five months. Marian reached under her cot. "Well, I made sure to bring my pal Bob along."

"No you didn't!" and "You're kidding me!" the other two ladies exclaimed as Marion produced a small bullet from her field pack. She began undoing her clothes, effortlessly slipped the device into her panties and turned it on before buttoning her pants back up. Linda could only shake her head. "You can keep the toys, Mary, but I do know this: I'm so horny I might just fuck the next guy who comes into that treatment tent!"

Marian snuggled up in her sleeping bag, the small vibrator sending constant waves of pleasure through her body. "Fat chance of that happening tonight; it's 12:30 in the morning. I'm going to sleep... good night ya'll."

"Night, Marian," Lucy said as she changed into PT's and joined Linda in the treatment tent. "I'm not tired, so I'll stay up in here if it's all right, ma'am."

"Sure, I could use the company. Plus you'll be off shift till noon tomorrow." The two chit-chatted for a while about what any twenty-something girlfriends talk about: sex, sex, and more sex. Suddenly they were surprised by a knock at the door of the tent. "Come in," Linda responded and the door creaked open and then quickly shut. Lucy recognized the visitor immediately. It was Cpl. Mike Richards, one of the communications maintenance technicians in B Platoon, and he was clutching his right shoulder. "Hey, Mike, what are you doing up at this hour?"

"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go play some ball. At one point, I went up for a dunk and I think I held on to the rim too long, because my legs went out from under me and I fell on my arm."

"All right, just take a seat, remove your shirt and I'll be right back," Linda directed him before pulling Lucy aside. "All right, he doesn't weigh much, so I think it may just be muscle trauma from actually landing on his shoulder. Give him a quick look over until I get back."

Lucy was shocked. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to, uh, scrub in." She went into the sleep tent, leaving Lucy completely speechless. She knew exactly what was on the lieutenant's mind, and really couldn't blame her. Cpl. Richards was definitely a piece of work; he was easily 6'2" if not taller, and although not very bulky, his muscles were extremely well defined. Plus, from all their time working together, Lucy knew that Linda had a thing for black men, although (in her words, anyway) she had never been with one. 

Linda, meanwhile, came back from the sleep tent smelling of baby wipes, the quick and easy hygiene solution of choice in this environment. She had also taken her hair down; no big deal, it was after 1 AM and unlikely that anyone of importance (or high rank) would be coming in at this late hour. She sent Lucy away and Lucy went outside, not back into the sleep tent, impliedly to make sure no one else came in. Linda looked Mike over and put him on some Skelaxin and two weeks of rest. Mike got up to grab his shirt and leave, but Linda sat him back down. "On second thought, maybe a massage would get rid of that pain a little quicker... if that's all right with you, of course?"

Mike was speechless. Something was amiss here, but it wasn't like he couldn't defend himself if it came down to it. "Sure, I trust you won't hurt me anymore," he said with a half-hearted chuckle. Linda giggled. "Don't worry, you're in good hands." She dropped the back of the exam chair to level and swung her stool behind his head. Mike couldn't help but be a little nervous: a female lieutenant was volunteering to put her hands on him, and in a very erotic manner at that. You're thinking too much, dude, Mike thought. She probably just wants to rub on you for a little bit, maybe get horny enough to go do herself, but she wouldn't take the risk of fucking you here and now, she's too smart for that. Besides, she's right; maybe a massage would do the trick. Mike closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

Linda worked on the young man's shoulder for a good while, and it was clear that she was enjoying it as much as he was. She was now letting her hands roam across his chest, and she occasionally swept her hair across his face. Mike couldn't help but jump a little when she did that, as hair was a big turn-on for him. She looked down at him and smiled. "You like my hair, huh?"

"Umm..." Mike really didn't know what to say; there was the right answer, then there was the truth. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so? Stand up." Mike did as she ordered. "Now, how quiet can you be?"

"Extremely, if the situation calls for it," Mike whispered.

She slipped a finger under her shorts and held it under Mike's nose. "Trust me, it calls for it." She nearly ripped Mike's shorts off, exposing his massive hard-on. "Looks like you need some as much as I do," she said.

"I can tell... well, it's there for you... I'm sure you know what to do with it." Mike was still keeping his guard up on the off-chance she was bullshitting him.

"Hmm... I'm not too sure I do, maybe you should show me?" She was being coy, which Mike didn't like one little bit. If she was being any less than one hundred percent for real, he could end up in big trouble. But, like his father had always told him, big risks equal big rewards. He pushed Linda down to her knees and pointed his dick right at her lips. To both his surprise and relief, they parted and eagerly consumed his cock. She let out a low 'mmmmmmmm' as she nursed on his tip, her eyes first bulging with delight, then slowly closing as she basked in the sheer pleasure of having a dick in her mouth. She kept her hands at her sides while engulfing as much of his rod as she could. Mike was loving every moment of it; she was an excellent cocksucker, working her vacuum-like orifice over six of his eight inches.

After a few minutes, Linda slid her bottoms off and laid down on the now flat exam table. "Give it to me good, but be gentle," she told Mike. He nodded in comprehension as he took his position between her legs. She guided him to her entrance, and he finished the journey on his own. Linda let out a low, throaty moan; it felt wonderful to finally have a flesh and blood cock in her pussy, and her first black one at that. She'd heard about how sexually superior black men supposedly were from the Internet; the stories she'd heard couldn't have been about Mike, but given the circumstances he'd suffice. He had a big dick, without a doubt, just not some of the monsters she'd heard some women talking about impaling themselves on. He was fucking her deeply but slowly, and while she was enjoying herself, she knew she wouldn't really be able to get off at such a pace.

Eventually Mike pulled out and stepped away from Linda. She was tempted to ask him to continue, but shrugged it off; she guessed she'd be able to get him again if she really wanted him, and there was no point having a cock inside her that wasn't going to get her off, regardless of how good it felt. As she turned to look at him, she could see that he was still hard as a rock. He put his shirt and shorts on, adjusted his bulge, gathered his rifle and protective mask, and then left without so much as a word. Linda would have been offended had she looked at him as more than some random guy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Her cunt twitched as she pulled her panties on, a tell-tale sign that she was still horny.

As he left, he ran into Lucy. "I guess it's safe for you to go back in now," he said with a shrug.

Lucy followed him as he walked off. "No way... did you really fuck her?" she whispered, not wanting to be overheard by her boss, who was certainly listening at the door of the tent.

Mike chuckled. "I normally make it a policy not to put my business out in the street, but I'm sure if I don't tell you, she will... let's go smoke."

"OK, let me grab my cigarettes," she replied as she went back into the tent. In truth Mike didn't smoke, but the smoking area was at least a hundred feet away from the nearest sleeping tent. He checked his watch; it was 1:15 AM. No way would there be anyone out there at this time of night, he surmised.

Meanwhile, Lucy retrieved a pack of cigarettes from her uniform pocket and noticed Linda preparing to lay down. "Hey, LT?" she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to smoke."

"All right, just make sure you take all your stuff with you." With that she pulled her sleeping bag over her head, not (yet) thinking anything out of the ordinary. Lucy did so, securing her own weapon and mask as camp protocol dictated. She stepped outside and found that Cpl. Richards was already gone, so she assumed he had gone ahead of her to the smoking area, which is exactly where she found him. Once there, and sure they were alone, he told her most of the details; that the lieutenant had been a decent lay, but the environment really didn't allow either of them to fully enjoy themselves.

"Really?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, I could tell she wasn't really getting off on the slow stuff. Which is cool, not all women do, but that just happens to be my forte, and it works for me. She wanted to get her brains fucked out."

"Well, I know she's been reading a lot on the Internet about how much better black men are in bed than other types of guys."

"Oh lord..." Mike sighed. "The problem with the Internet is you can never be too sure how real the people you're dealing with are. I've been immersed in the online interracial dating culture, so to speak, for a while now. Some people are just airing out fantasies, and sometimes you see white men pretending to be white women talking about their "love for big-dicked black men," and a bunch of other bullshit." Mike took a moment to survey their surroundings; they were still alone. "But the bottom line is, if I wasn't to her standards tonight, oh well. If she decides to give me the pussy again, great; if not, I will certainly not lose sleep over it..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Please," Mike sneered. "I know when a woman is having a good time during sex. She wasn't, and to tell you the truth the earth wasn't exactly moving for me either. So I figured, no need to waste my time any further; just chalk this one up to a piece of ass that I was lucky enough to get, and move on."

"How can you be so sure she wasn't enjoying herself, though?"

"How could she, or I, or anyone for that matter, enjoy sex like that? When you've got a tent full of people within earshot that you have to struggle to not wake up? Sex is supposed to be loud and passionate, not quiet and subdued, unless you're just trying for a quickie."

"I guess..."

Mike cocked an eyebrow and looked at Lucy. "What do you mean, 'you guess?'"

"I don't know. I mean, I've had sex before, but I don't think I've ever really had *good* sex."

"Interesting... define 'good sex?'"

"Umm, I don't know..."

"In that case, I can tell you you've never had good sex," Mike said, trying half-heartedly to stifle a laugh. "Wait a second, I just realized something," he said, stiffening up.

"What?"

"I have just given you knowledge of a criminal act."

"What? You think I would actually snitch on my LT?" Lucy said, sounding more than a little offended.

"No, but I do think..." He paused for a moment as he once again scanned the area, this time seemingly focusing his attention on a semi-trailer on the far side of the camp.

"You think what?"

"I think that both your LT and I would sleep better knowing your silence was... a little bit more assured."

"What do you mean?" Lucy said, silently grasping her weapon.

"I mean, what has she offered you to keep quiet? I mean, even if we hadn't had this conversation, you'd have known something went on between the two of us, right?"

"I could have guessed, but what do you mean, 'offered me?' She didn't offer me anything."

Mike smiled. "Very interesting." He parted his knees and leaned in closer to Lucy. "What if I offered you something?"

"Like what?"

"Give me your hand." Lucy did so, albeit reluctantly, and Mike placed it squarely in his crotch, where in the darkness he was hiding an impressive bulge yet again.

"Oh my god, that thing is huge!" Lucy gasped as she rubbed his dick.

"Mmm-hmm. Here's what I'm offering: I'm offering what could quite possibly be the best sex you have ever had in your life."

Lucy's better judgement told her to say no, but she was in no better straits than Lt. Marsett. And since the lieutenant had taken it upon herself to seize such an opportunity, why shouldn't she? Only she would be sure not to waste it. "Where would we do it?"

"Follow me," Mike said as he rose to his feet and started moving around the outskirts of the camp. Lucy followed him, and the eventually arrived at the semi-trailer Mike had been so fixated on earlier. He led Lucy to the back door to wait while he went and opened the side door. Eventually he came out the back door, escorted Lucy inside the darkness of the trailer, went outside to lock the side door and returned through the back door, locking it from the inside. "That does it," he said." From the outside, nobody would even know there was anyone in here."

"Oh OK... so do you work with Private Hollis?"

"I sure enough do. Why do you ask?"

"That's Ward's boyfriend. She told me he brought her down her the other night." Michelle Ward was another medic, and she had been dating Paul Hollis at least since Mike had been in the unit, which had been some two years and change.

"I knew it. We busted his balls about it too, but he denied it. Not that I blame him. But, I'm sure you didn't come down here to talk about them." He had now followed the sound of her voice directly to her mouth, and verified its location with his own mouth, using his hands to ascertain the orientation of the rest of her. She was sitting on one of the workbenches, and had stripped down to her bra and panties. They were frilly, lacy things, not the kind one would expect to find a soldier wearing on a deployment to the desert. What they were was merely an afterthough, however, as soon enough Lucy was *not* wearing them. Lucy removed her bra while Mike handed her her panties, which she placed together with the rest of her clothes. Mike moved from her head to her chest, cupping one of her breasts in hand and filling his mouth with the other. They weren't very big, B-cups at the most, but she had enormous nipples, which Mike adored. He tugged at one with his teeth, eliciting a stifled moan of pleasure. Mike kissed her again. "Baby, you can be as loud as you want to in here; *nobody* can hear us."

"You sure?" she whimpered.

"Positive. Our platoon sergeant was smart." Mike resumed his nipple sucking, which caused Lucy to moan increasingly louder, as if she was finally starting to get over her nerves. Suddenly Mike dropped to his knees and, without so much as a word of warning, ran his tongue up Lucy's leaking slit. The resulting jolt almost sent Lucy crashing to the floor, but she was able to brace herself. She was crab-style in mid-air, her feet on one bench and her hands on the other, with Mike on the floor lapping at her cunt in the middle. All inhibitions were gone now, as Lucy was now screaming out in throes of ecstasy. Mike licked her inside and out for what seemed like an eternity until she finally came, dropping her legs onto his shoulders as she did; supporting her own weight in such a manner was now too daunting a task.

Mike moved her back into position on the bench, turning her to an angle so that she could lay fully back. He rubbed her pussy; she was soaking wet and still seemingly climaxing at every touch. She gyrated her hips to move along with him. He lined his cock up with her twat, then slowly inserted himself into her, her back arching more and more the deeper he went. "Fuck," she gasped, "I knew it was big, but I didn't know it was *that* big!"

"I get that a lot," Mike laughed as he began to work the member in question in, out, and against Lucy's sex. Her moans echoed off the walls of the van, providing a perfect rhythm for him to fuck her. She started talking nasty to him: how no one had ever fucked her this good before, how this pussy was all his, how much she loved his dick, and how it was the biggest and best she'd ever had. He might have been inclined to disbelieve her, but the squeezing her cunt was putting on his cock told the true story.

Lucy spent the next fifteen minutes feeling Mike's dick repeatedly swell inside her, not realizing it wasn't him getting *bigger,* but rather her getting *smaller* as she climaxed over and over again, until finally she was locked into one continuous orgasm. Mike, meanwhile, felt his own release building up. He knew it would be neither prudent to come inside her, nor discreet to come on her and possibly risk making a mess that they wouldn't be able to clean up fully. He rested his head against her g-spot and played with her clit while he pondered what to do. He was in no rush to come to a decision, because Lucy was loving this new kind of attention her pussy was getting; no man had ever thought to tease her clit, pussy, and g-spot simultaneously. The resulting orgasms were a different animal altogether; more violent, sharper, and attacked different points of her. When she had cum enough to satisfy him, Mike let his hardon slip from her tunnel and placed her on her knees. He jacked himself off as she sucked what she could, and even in the dark he had no problems aiming hot blasts of semen down her accepting throat.

Mike handed her her pile of clothes and opened the back door of the van so she could get dressed. He himself dressed in the dark, as his night eyes were almost flawless, and what he couldn't find with them he used his other senses for. Once he had dressed and both soldiers had secured their sensitive items, they took separate routes back to the camp, but not before agreeing to keep this up as long as they could keep it a secret. Unfortunately, that effort was doomed from the start. In her anticipation, Lucy had forgotten her smokes at the smoking area. When she went to retrieve them, Lt. Marsett was waiting there for her.

Lucy knew she was in trouble the moment the lieutenant looked at her watch and locked her up at the position of attention. "It is now 2:30 in the morning. You said you were going to smoke at 1:15. Where the hell have you been all this time, Spc. Delacruz, and the idea of lying to me had better not even cross your mind."




The Treatment Tent



Dammit, Lucy thought. She was as good as dead, but as long as she could convince Linda to keep the matter strictly between the two of them, there might be a chance to get out of this relatively unscathed. "I was with Cpl. Richards, ma'am."

"Where?"

Lucy gulped. "In his shop van, ma'am."

"Doing what?"

Lucy felt eviscerated. "Having sex," she mumbled just loud enough for the lieutenant to hear.

"I didn't hear you! Speak up when you talk to me!" Linda snapped, and Lucy did something totally unexpected: she snapped right back. Losing all sense of military bearing, she leaned in as close as she could to Linda and lit into her. "I was in Cpl. Richards' van having the absolute best sex I have *ever* had!"

Lucy then returned to the position of attention, fully expecting swift and decisive punishment. Instead, Linda merely sipped from a bottle of water and exhaled deeply. "Thank you for at least telling me the truth, Lucy. Sgt. Young woke up a little while ago asking where you were, so I came out here to find you. Now sit down." Significantly relieved, Lucy did as she was asked and lit up a smoke. She laughed as she took the first couple puffs, and Linda asked her what was so funny. "This has to be the best smoke I've had all day," Lucy chuckled, getting a laugh out of Linda as well. "So, did he talk about me at all?" Linda asked.

"Yeah," Lucy responded, clearly not wanting to divulge the details of the conversation she and Mike had had, but Linda asked for them anyway. "He could tell you weren't really enjoying yourself, and he wasn't enjoying himself either, so he didn't want to waste his time any longer."

Linda opened her mouth to rebut, but realized that she had been thinking the same thing. She switched the focus off of herself and back onto Lucy: "Well, did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Are you kidding? I have never had sex that good in my life. Actually, before tonight, I found out I never had good sex period."

"Damn, he's that good?"

"He really is. But, you can't expect a man to give you good sex if he's not in his own element."

"'His own element?'"

"See, the thing with Cpl. Richards is, he says good sex should be loud, and here you two were in a tent full of sleeping people."

"Well, I couldn't leave the tent, but I needed some dick... what else was I supposed to do?"

"Hmm... don't know what to tell you on that one," Lucy mused. "All I know right now is that my kitty is happy, and here's hoping I can keep her that way." With that, Lucy finished her cigarette and went to sleep. Linda, meanwhile, finished her water as she contemplated the situation. Being the low officer on the pecking order had led to her being assigned night coverage for what would more than likely be the entire length of the deployment, so the luxury of slipping off for some late night dick was not an option. Attempting to get laid during the day would be an exercise in sheer stupidity, so she resigned herself to five more months without sex and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Lucy and Mike fucked for at least two hours every night, only being discovered once by Mike's platoon sergeant after a poor job of cleaning up. Fortunately for both of them, Mike's platoon sergeant was also his shop foreman, so the matter was kept in-house, although Mike did have to stay an extra hour cleaning up the van for a week.

A month after they redeployed, Mike PCS'ed to Italy. He gave Lucy one more night of fireworks before he left for the airport. On the way, he reflected on something.

In his two years at his unit, that was the only time he ever went to sick call.

THE END