Juliette the Super Tramp
Chapter 8
My beautiful lover got busy on me and within a matter of minutes I was
emptying my heart, soul and Bartholin's glands into her waiting hand. The brief
rest had done the trick and my powers were completely restored according to what
she collected in her knowing hand. She held her glistening palm before my face
and smiled as my tongue flicked out and began removing the sweet-salty fluid.
She smiled and fed me every finger, making sure that I left them clean of any
evidence. I did so enjoy getting my tongue between her digits, which she would
playfully close in a half-hearted attempt to capture. Once I finished suctioning
the last remnants from her wrist, she resumed her excavation and was quickly
rewarded with another eruption of my magic source.
She teased me this time, waving her hand just out of reach of my tongue
and asking if I wanted to share the treasure she had just found. I was in no
position to bargain effectively, and quickly agreed to let her take the first
turn at enjoying the fruits of her labor, since I was obviously primed for any
number of spendings based on what had just transpired. We quickly polished off
my second offering and took a break for a deep, moist kiss and an exchange of
tongues that left us breathless. "Perhaps you might enjoy a little change of
pace. Why don't you sample what I have to offer. I realize it cannot possibly
match yours for quantity, but perhaps you might be intrigued by its tart yet
fruity taste and smooth finish." I was eager to take up my loving companion's
offer and so she maneuvered herself so that fragrant pink fleshed clam was
easily within reach and allowed me to sample her wares.
I must confess that I made a pig of myself, displaying my bad manners as
I grunted and snorted while mining the contents of her warm, wet tunnel. It took
some attention to begin to make her flow, but once she started, it required
little effort to continue making her deliver a juice that lived up to her
glowing description. When I finally came up for air and inadvertently used her
pubic mound to wipe my mouth and chin of her juices, she gave me a bright smile
and arched her eyebrow as if asking whether she had lived up to expectations. I
planted a wet kiss on her clitoral hood to acknowledge my enjoyment of this very
special repast. Her hands took hold of my hair and used the grip to make my face
move over her pubes. I quickly understood her need and used my tongue, lips and
mouth to bathe her skin with my saliva and then suck it off before moving to
another region. It was while I was running my tongue up between her blood
engorged labia that she had a powerful orgasm that made her body grow stiff and
then tremble like a tree's leaves in the midst of a wind storm. I cannot
remember ever being so happy as at this moment.
"It's a shame that we cannot have another meeting for some time. I would
love to introduce you to Jeff, my dear husband. I'm sure you and he would hit it
off quite well, in more ways than one. He can be most forceful with the right
partner." I had a mental picture in my head. I was prone on a large bed, my
wrists and ankles tightly tied to the corners. My head was between Ms Likre's
spread thighs and as I suctioned the huge load of hot cum that her husband had
just finished pumping into her, he was laying the leather to my bottom and
cursing me for the home wrecker that I truly wanted to be so that he would whip
me even harder.
The realization that this might never be dismayed me no end. Evidently I
was soon going to be moved to where they intended to rebuild my body. Pain slut
that I am, I wondered how much pain that would entail. I hoped that many of the
surgeries would take place while I was securely restrained but neither sedated
nor given any form of pain suppressing drugs. Nurse Likre could see that my mind
was wandering, and so she did something to bring me back to reality. " I want
you to trust me as I get you ready for something a bit out of the ordinary. Have
faith, what you will experiece will delight you if I know anything of your
personality. Then afterwards I will give you a special reward for being so
obedient and giving yourself up to my whims."
I surrendered myself to her and she set about attaching my ankles to the
top of the bed frame, putting me into a position where my cleft was now easily
accessible and my vulva spread wide. It was a configuration with which I had
some familiarity. Generally it meant my sex would be tortured in some way or
another. I recalled whippings with crops, lengths of rubber hose and even once
being caned until I passed out from the pain overload, a rare event for a person
of my inclinations. I remembered the one occasion when some pervert rubbed my
vulva with flash powder and then set me afire. The act was much more frightening
than the outcome, which was merely some superficial burns that were healed
within a week.
My nurse had other ideas, plans that did entail some degree of pain,
which was good as far as I was concerned, but also yielded the most intense
orgasm I had experienced to date, which was very, very good. The collar holding
my head in a fixed position made it difficult for me to observe exactly what was
taking place. I could feel her fingers moving gently over my blood filled cunt
lips and then pressing into the cevice between them. I heard her laugh as she
probed my soaking wet entryway. "Oh Juliette, what a slut you truly are. You are
utterly, sopping wet and I haven't even started! What am I to do with such a
creature as you?" I sincerely prayed that whatever it was would cause me the
utmost pleasure mixed with a goodly amount of pain. I was to get my wish.
My nurse's fingers began to worm their way inside of me, one digit at a
time. She took her own sweet time massaging my fat cunt lips with the palm of
one hand while the fingers of the other soon settled into the mouth of my cunt,
except for her thumb which hovered at the entrance, but made no serious attempt
to penetrate. Then I felt her other thumb insinuating itself into my bum hole. I
tried to relax my sphincter to make it easy for it to enter, but she seemed
satisfied to keep the initial purchase she'd made. Then I felt strong pressure
at the mouth of my cunt as her other thumb made its entry. I knew at this moment
that I was going to be fisted.
The pain slut in me went ballistic; I could hardly wait for that feeling
of fullness all along my soaking wet channel as her fist made its march deeper
and deeper into me, headed for my cervix where the fun would really begin. I've
been fisted by both women and men. Once I even endured the efforts of a trained
chimp who nearly ruptured my uterus with its mindless attack. In all cases the
intent was to hurt me as much as possible. Women, being more knowledgeable about
their inner workings, knew a lot more about what hurt and what really hurt. Men
just seemed to be in it for the sport of seeing how fast they could enter and
ultimately how deep they could penetrate.
Most men became too frustrated and impatient to do the little things
that would soon have my defenses reduced so I'd be open to maximum pain. Women
were by far more successful when it came to dealing out the pain that was
associated with a good thorough fisting that always included plenty of punching
once they got to the target, which was the cervix. I've had experts punch my
cervix like it was one of those speed bags boxers practice on to develop good
eye-hand coordination. I would hurt for days after one of those experts was done
turning my insides to mush, or something that felt like its equivalent.
Her fingers soon closed into a fist and I felt that initial feeling of
fullness as her hand clenched and stretched my tunnel to accommodate it. I
waited impatiently for that lump of bone and flesh to begin pushing forward on
its way towards my birthing chamber. Nurse Likre went very slowly, which
frustrated me no end. Where was that delicious sensation of pain? Why was she
teasing me this way? I tried to move my hips to encourage her to get a move on,
but she went at her own snail-like pace, moving a millimeter at a time as I
huffed and puffed more to encourage her than anything else. "Am I hurting you?"
she asked solicitously. I was on the verge of losing my temper and my answer
showed it. It also made her just a bit angry. "So my little freak, you want me
to hurt you, so I shall!" I nearly came when she put some muscle behind that
fist and plowed forward. My grunt seemed to spur her to greater effort.
That thumb locked in my butt hole dug viciously into the tender
membranes and her fist sped up its pace and began to move from side to side in a
rocking motion that made me begin to feel nauseous. It was all coming back ,that
delicious pain radiated from my cunt walls to my brain, tickling it in all those
crannies that harbored my secret lusts. By now my cunt must have swallowed at
least half her forearm. Most women would hit bottom, so to speak, just about at
the elbow. I had a ways to go before the pain got really good. I urged her on
with a few more insults concerning her ability to fist me properly. Suddenly she
yanked her arm back and then out popped her fist with a loud liquid popping
sound. I thought the top of my head was about to come off. What had she done?
How could she do such a terrible thing to me? I was devastated!
It didn't take me very long to realize that I had committed another
serious breach of protocol, one that I would have to pay dearly for. Ms Likre
got up from the mattress and I could now clearly see that her hand and half her
forearm were coated with my goo. She held it up and said "This was going to be
for you. I would have let you lick every bit from my hand and arm. Now I'm not
in the mood for feeding someone as cheeky and greedy as you. Do you have
suitable penance which you might suggest or shall I clean this mess from myself
and see if I can find someone to substitute for me until your next nurse
arrives?"
I have no idea what possessed me to suggest that she try to fist my butt
hole. I had endured a number of attempts by women to do the deed, but none had
succeeded. It was one of those rare events where the amount of pain that was
generated by this activity exceeded my enjoyment. To me it was a stroke of
genius but to my auburn haired nurse who was on the verge of banishing me into
the darkness of despair, it may have come across as just another example of my
crassness. "I am willing to take into consideration this offer,but not
immediately " Her reply both thrilled and perplexed me. Why the delay? What
would happen in the interim?I received a partial answer as she approached my
pallet, nearly soaked through from all the juice that had been wrung from my
body. She got on the mattress, turned and held her cheeks apart, then settled
back and pressed her butthole to my mouth for a proper tonguing, the great
majority of her weight now supported by my rather contorted body.
I did my all to make amends, my tongue probing as deep into her hole as
it could. My lips kissed and my mouth suctioned greedily in hopes of getting
something of substance from her bowels, the ultimate penance as far as I was
concerned. I was thwarted at every turn, but pressed on with my quest. After a
time she adjusted her body so my efforts could be concentrated on her cunt,
which I devoured like a starving person who had been fasting for weeks. Her
juices began to ooze forth , encouraging me to further efforts. I felt as if
there might be a chance for me to acually bring her off, but all that was
snuffed out by a knock at the door. I stiffened in fear, thinking the worse. Ms
Likre called out for the person on the other side to give some identification
before she would open the door and allow that person entrance. I waited
breathlessly for an answer.
( To be continued)
