Juliette the Super Tramp
Chapter 10
Alas, my luck continued to be bad and I perhaps became the first woman
to ever have had the unsettling experience of having one's spending turned aside
and deflected further into her, rather than exploding in all its glory from
between my twitching cunt lips. There was some pain associated with this
phenomenon, but not enough to crow about. However I did realize a most
distressing reaction that could only be described as a combination of
frustration and depression made extremely intense by the uniqueness of my
situation. The twins were ecstatic that they had been able to accomplish this
feat. The two fiends from Hades even went so far as to become the first persons
to have shaken hands while they were inside my completely stuffed vagina. To my
relief they soon lost interest in double stuffing me as if I was some type of
poultry being readied for the oven.
Dumpling rummaged around in my little cubicle while Dimples continued to
keep my vagina engaged, her arm now into me up to her elbow. Then I felt the
oddest sensation as her tiny fingers began to encounter the neck of my uterus.
It started as a gentle pressure that moved to a type of periodic palpitation and
finally blossomed into some delicious soupcons of pain that I quickly consumed
as I watched my skin flutter in response to the rather intimate investigation
this imp from hell was undertaking.
Then something new came onto my horizon, a glittering straight razor
held up to my eyes by Dumpling. "This should certainly do the trick in getting
rid of all that stubble we couldn't yank from you. I really must apologize for
the cold water and the fact that this implement is not as sharp as it could be,
but we'll just have to tough it out, won't we?" I knew already that the question
was rhetorical, these two certainly had the upper hand on all counts, if you'll
pardon the poor pun.
A few minutes or so later, after Dimples had extricated her arm from my
vagina and made me lick it clean of all my juices, the two of them settled down
to begin to complete the denuding process they had so violently begun some time
ago. My first shock was the realization that these little monsters intended to
dry shave my privates, not a very pleasant process if done haphazardly. I
ventured to ask their experience in performing this particular treatment,
knowing full well that shaving a patient's parts before surgery was a common
operation often performed by the nursing staff. When they looked at each other
and giggled, I knew I was in some difficulty.
"You are our first customer for this service and we hope you enjoy it as
much as we will." Dumpling said with the most mischievous grin I'd ever seen. I
decided to shut my eyes and hope for the best. With a little bit of luck they
just might cut me deep enough to draw some substantial amount of blood which
would occupy them perhaps until nurse Likre returned and rescued me from their
clutches. Of course if they did manage to inflict such a severe wound I would
derive a great deal of pleasure from it as well. As they took turns scrapping
away at my tender flesh, causing more irritation than pain, a terribly
frustrating situation, I fumed and fussed, unable to do anything to either
enhance or deter their efforts. It was at the point that Dumpling was preparing
to insinuate that semi-sharp blade into a very intimate portion of my vulva in
order to eliminate a few hairs she claimed to have seen, that the door opened
and my savior arrived, or so I naively thought.
At the same time her entry caused Dumpling to lose her concentration,
resulting in some delicious pain, but only for a few instants. I've had this
particular portion of my genitals worked on by experts in the field of pain
using everything from jeweler's micro-torches to injections of concentrated
scorpion venom, and so her little mishap hardly registered on my top one hundred
list of pussy punishments. Nurse Likre restored order in an instant, directing
Dimples to check on my catheter while she instructed Dumpling on how to use the
straight razor to remove those hard to reach areas such as the region around my
anus and between it and my vagina.
The temptation to move inadvertently so as to cause a slip in the imp's
hand that might produce a more intense amount of pain was strong, but nurse
Likre was on to me and a frown from her was sufficient to scotch my plans.
Dimples on the other hand required no prompting from me at all. The demon
immediately understood the function of my catheter and its potential to cause me
a great deal of discomfort. She also knew that to avoid being sliced up like a
Sunday baked ham, it was imperative that I refrain from any sudden movements.
She had heard nurse Likre's instructions to me concerning any untoward movement
and the penalty it would cause, so the nasty little girl decided to see what
might happen if she yanked the catheter from my bloated bladder without so much
as a by your leave.
Two things occurred in rapid succession, my body jerked uncontrollably
and Dumpling's hand slipped, slicing a nasty and very bloody cut into the flesh
of my perineum. The pain was awesome for a time, then I went into shock from
the abrupt loss of blood, coupled with the irritation of my bladder duct. I do
enjoy the attentions of an expert who knows exactly what to do to the bladder
and its surrounding area. I've had pain that was nearly off scale from the
insertion of various chemicals into my bladder, especially when it is already
full to bursting. Chemical reactions can be created that will cause pressure
within one's bladder to reach the bursting point in a matter of perhaps fifteen
seconds. Many times I've been given ten to twelve second tastes of this torment
and have to admit that I am not exactly curious to experience the feeling that
comes from having one's bladder literally explode.
Nurse Likre quickly took action that stemed the bleeding and restored my
body to a more normal state. While I was unconscious she had Dimples drain my
bladder of its contents and store the liquid in a collection jar for future use.
When I awoke, her face was the first thing I saw. Almost immediately her face
was replaced with one of her milk laden breasts and I opened my mouth and began
to greedily suckle the warm sweet milk that flowed from her teat. I was in
heaven; there is no way to describe the pleasure that sucking nurse Likre's milk
from her provided to this rather disengaged personality of mine. This delightful
feeling ranked right up there with taking 220 volts through my vagina while it
was saturated with a saline solution that jacked up the amount of amperage that
could be transmitted through it.
Although I was in a state of bliss thanks to the bountiful supply of
sweet tasting mother's miilk I was drawing from first one and then the other of
Marla's beautiful dispensers, her two charges had become rather bored with it
all. To entertain themselves, they set to work making me squirt. I was at their
mercy and they made the most of it. First one little set of fingers would
intrude and seek the magic pad which would trigger my explosions of liquified
lust. Once she was successful, she'd give way to the other imp who would repeat
the process and induce another shower of secretions from those marvelous glands
that always seemed to be capable of some form of response to the stimulation
that these devils provided.
After a time Marla's upper body glistened with a thick coating of my
spendings which attracted the attentions of her two evil elves. Dimples and
Dumpling took turns licking and sucking up this magic fluid that I continued to
dispense whenever one of them would insert a few knowing fingers and rub, rub,
rub until I gave up more of my treasure. Had I not be so engrossed with Marla's
fat teats and what was flowing from them, I might have paid more attention to
the effects that this heavy depletion of my sexual fluids was causing to my
body's internal chemistry. Then the first set of cramps began and gradually
intensified and were joined by spasmodic reactions from other regions that also
started to react to the abrupt changes that were happening to my metabolism
among other things. I became quite warm, so warm in fact that nurse Likre felt
my brow as she held her teat to my suctioning mouth. "This will never do!" my
surrogate mother exclaimed and withdrew the source of happiness from my greedy
mouth. I was crushed.
My nurse, no longer my mommy, quickly directed her two assistant
hellions to bring over the collection bottle so that she might rehyrdrate me.
Nurse Likre was most competent and had quickly recognized the fact that her two
impish aides had quite overdone my capabilities when it came to discharging my
precious essence in the form of fluids. However one look at the rather murky
contents of the bottle convinced her that something more fresh and relatively
free from undissolved solids was appropriate for my treatment. I watched as the
two devils disguised as angels made rather large amounts of wee-wee, as they
called it, into a fresh collection bottle. I estimated that there was nearly a
litre of pale yellow girl pee waiting for me to swallow, and swallow it I did.
It was rather tasty in a tart sort of way with just a hint of uric acid. I'd
give it an 8.5 out of 10 rating.
While I was ingesting their piss in an attempt to regain my electrolytic
equilibrium, those two troublemakers were amusing themselves by fastening their
razor sharp teeth to my labia and seeing how much they could be stretched. For a
time their teeth did a very nice job of tickling my pain receptors, and I even
drooled a little stream of girl goo as they took turns tickling my cunt mouth
with the tips of their fingers. This did not sit well with my nurse who
chastised them severely and threatened to exclude them from the next sex session
between her and her studly husband. They instantly became angels of mercy upon
hearing what would occur if they continued to be disobedient.
Nurse Likre ordered her two aides to leave the room and drink as much
water as they could hold since I'd require the contents of at least another two
to three full to bursting bladders in order to restore my body to normalacy. As
soon as they left she wiggled from her uniform, having merely pulled the top
portion down to her waist and removed her bra in order to suckle me. Once she
was completely naked, my lover to be crawled up onto the bed and positioned her
fragrant pussy against my face and whispered for me to begin pleasuring her. I
did so with gusto, making a complete pig of myself as she laughed at my
exuberance.
In my position I was completely at her beck and call and she made the
most of it. I delved as deep inside her love tunnel as my tongue could stretch.
I made no struggle when she smothered me in the folds of that aromatic cunt
nearly making me pass out. I lapped up and down her cunt mouth and even
returned to that puckered sphincter to give it a second polishing that left it
wet and gleaming from all my saliva. I have no idea when those two witches in
training returned to watch my performance and critique it as well.
The highlight of this torrid session was when Marla pressed her cunt to
my mouth and released the contents of her full bladder into me. At first I was
stunned, almost humiliated as I could hear the twin demons making rude comments
once they realized that Marla was urinating into my mouth , and worse still, I
was gulping it down as fast as she offered it. When she finally finished
voiding, I licked her vulva and as much of her urethra as I could. Marla
remained where she was until I remembered my manners and kissed her cunt from
top to bottom and thanked her for a most wonderful time. I could hear the gasps
of surprise coming from the twin terrors, but I could care less about their
tender sensibilities, Marla and I were two women making love, something alien to
these two twits.
Then my nurse finally released me from the cramped, contorted position I
was forced to assume when my ankles were pinned back behind my ears.
Straightening my limbs was on balance an excruciating propostion as the
circulation to my lower extremities had been badly compromised for many long
hours. The initial pain, which was a bit of a treat, soon was replaced by
tingling and partial numbness, neither of which did much for my weakness for
pain. I doubted that even in an emergency would I be able to walk, let alone run
to escape danger. When I articulated this thought to my nurse she laughed and
replied, "I'm sure there would be any number of volunteers in the neighborhood
who would gladly assist you."
That made me wonder what was to happen to me later this evening? Would I
be transferred in the usual way to the men's wing of the hospital so I could
continue my avocation of improving patient morale among those unfortunates
unable to enjoy access to members of the opposite sex? How would nurse Crocet
deal with my little pecadillo, or would she remain oblivious to it? I was
brought back from my reverie by nurse Likre's professional voice which I felt
was most incongruous considering her nakedness and the amount of lady lust that
was dripping from her nearly perfect vulva.
"I'm going to have to insert your catheter immediately since nurse
Crocet is due here in less than two hours and I want the tube to be well set
inside you, since that is probably the first thing she will check. Your chart
gives very specific instructions that your bladder is not to be emptied during
this shift, and it can only be released by nurse Crocet or her designated
representative. I have not been given that power, so things would not go well
for me if she suspected that I had overridden your physician's orders." There
was nothing for me to do but allow the tiny tube to be threaded into my bladder
and the clip attached to prevent my urine from being eliminated. However it
would be obvious, so I thought, that once nurse Crocet examined the urine that I
did release, its clarity and color would immediately act to expose the fraud
that nurse Likre was perpetrating.
She was well ahead of me on that score, adminstering a dose of a drug
that would cloud my urine and produce a strong tinge in it that would normally
be associated with urine held for much longer than normal in the patient's
bladder. I was also told that within the hour Mr. Watson would send a pair of
orderlies to strip my bed, freshen the mattress and replace the bedding. In
exchange they would be allowed to view my pubes since the strait jacket could
not be removed.
In the interim Dimples and Dumpling produced enough urine to cause my
belly to round somewhat once I consumed it all. Then came the piece de
resistance, Marla Likre got down between my thighs and demonstrated her
legendary skill to the point that the bed pan that was placed beneath my bottom
collected nearly a pint of my juice, which I drank at her request in the
interests of keeping me in proper electroyltic balance. Minutes before the
orderlies arrived, the twin, teen teasers slipped from the room, but not before
promising me a very interesting time if ever our paths crossed in the future. By
the time they did arrive, nurse Likre was once more starched and serene while I
looked as if I had been dragged through a sewer. This only added to my own
budding legend as one of the worse sluts ever to have passed through this
institution in all its eighty- four years of existence. At last, exactly two
hours late, nurse Crocet entered my room, checked my chart, had a brief
conversation with nurse Likre and then devoted her attention to my status,
completely unaware of what had transpired over the past ten hours.
( To be continued )
