Juliette The Super Tramp

                               Juliette the Super Tramp

                                     by Lex Ludite

                                      Chapter 12

       It took nurse Crocet some time before she joined the rest of us on planet Earth. Then she acted as if nothing of substance had happened, nothing at all. That rancid cunt mouth was once more glued to my face, and I was urged to get busy and start to work on some other veins of salt buried in the complicated maze of her wrinkled flesh. I did my best to ferret out every trace of that damnable salt until my lips were puckered and swollen and my tongue felt like a balloon in my parched mouth. Even as I evacuated what seemed like at least a kilo of salt from her skin, my mind could not help going back to those moments when I had inadvertently discovered the old nurse's deepest secret. What if she had known all along who she was? Wouldn't we have had some fun pleasuring each other!

       I began to drip a little sauce from my seemingly endless pool of lady lust as I imagined what it would have been like. I could feel the hot soldering iron in her bony hand as she moved it up and down the sodden trench between my charred cunt lips, creating small eruptions of steam as the hot tip evaporated the juices that were now flowing, rather than dripping, from my eternally spasming cunt. Now it was time for the big finish and I arched my back to present my erect clitoris that she had earlier scraped raw with a pad of steel wool. She licked her lips with pleasure as she tickled my raw nubbin of super sensitive flesh with just the very tip of that heavenly tool of pleasure causing a fire storm to race from my hot button to every pain receptor in my brain, effectively frying my conscious mind until it could no longer reason, just fire random signals to random portions of my body commanding it to shiver and shake while my teeth tried to first bite my tongue from its moorings, and then frustrated in that, my throat began to swallow the bleeding lump of flesh in its entirety.

       Her harsh voice roused me from the wonderful wet dream. My nurse now ordered me to get a move on and start working down in the lower depths of her salt mine. I gritted my teeth and complied, my tongue moving slowly, but purposefully towards her bottom, covered with thick deposits of uric acid salt that had hardened and seemed to be impervious to my saliva. My sore tongue was not sufficient for this monumental task and so I reverted to using my teeth to in a sense act like some kind of a dredge to scrape away the layers of salt into something more manageable for my poor tongue and mouth to handle. Her reaction to this approach was dramatic.

       Nurse Crocet grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face into her crotch over and over as she mumbled something to the effect that I was a demon come to take her to hell and she would not go. Between blows to the head I realized that she still was struggling against her true self. Then it hit me, my biting had started her juices to flowing once more and in reality, sooner than later, I would be put back to work in order to take her back to that mountain and see if she could fly this time rather than fall as a burning stone. I am aware that at times like this I do wax poetic for reasons I have never understood, but I accept this for what it is, part of my personality, come out to play, then curtsy and go back to where it usually hides.

       At long last, just before I feared that what little brains my head contained would tear loose from their moorings and begin rattling around within the confines of my skull, nurse Crocet uttered those magic words that I had awaited. They were delivered, along with some mighty blows to my ears from her palms, and I was commanded to bring her to orgasm. Actually her exact words were, "Make me come you whore of Satan! I will deal with you once this stress you have created in me is gone." Then that foul smelling sewer disguised as her cunt enveloped me once more.

       I set about my business of guiding her up the mountain switchbacks and over the pitfalls that separated us from the crest of this mighty cathedral of rock and snow. This time we paused on level ground to regain our strength before moving to the next plateau. This was done at her bequest and signaled to me by the abrupt withdrawal of her oozing slot from my face and the sharp incisors that were hidden behind that fleshy exterior. The second time she did this I realized that she was teasing herself, knowing full well that she was in total command of the situation; I was nothing but her instrument, pray tell a human vibrator or perhaps a dildo.

       The length of our trek was beginning to take its toll on me, but she urged me on mercilessly, grinding that reeking slab of liver-like flesh up and down my face as I nipped and bit at it, missing as often as I struck,  nicking that blubbery mass. Just before we reached the ledge once more, she had me extend my tongue to its maximum length, ordering me to probe that point within her cunt until she allowed me to resume my worrying of that reeking wet flesh. In truth nurse Crocet was revealing her needs and understanding what had been latent in her for those many years of false hopes and mere echoes of what she was about to once more experience. This time it was she who was totally in charge. I could not help wondering who would return from this trip to the mountain.

       My mistress did not fall this time, she exploded into a shimmering wall of colors and shapes that could not be created by any prism or kaleidoscope made on this Earth. When the shock wave from this transmutation struck me, I felt as if I was under a thundering cascade of water falling from a mile above in a sheer drop controlled strictly by gravity. Unlike the first event, this time I was somehow a minor partner, allowed to share in whatever feelings that were emanating from that shimmering wall of strange shapes and colors that was once nurse Crocet.

       I regained my senses a few minutes before she did and all I could do was stare at the ceiling and be very thankful for that marvelous experience I had just shared with that old nurse who now had something to look forward to in the remaining time she had on this plane of existence. She was sprawled on her back, her chest rising and falling, her pussy absolutely dripping from that titanic orgasm. I imagined it would be quite a project to get her cleaned up and ready for whatever else she had dreamed up for me, or perhaps there would be Orgasm III, the mother of all orgasms. I could see the movie trailer now. It turned out that I was incorrect on all counts.

       Once the old nurse regained her senses she stretched her arms into the air as if she was waking from a deep and lengthy sleep and gave me this look that was unfathomable. Then she did the damndest thing, she crawled up and gave me a very wet and extremely passionate kiss. Seldom have my tonsils been swabbed as deep or with that much enthusiasm. When she withdrew she had this sly smile on her face. I reacted negatively to it naturally; after all considering what had transpired since she arrived in this little cubical of a room what else could I conclude. "I have a nice surprise for you; consider it a gift for services rendered."

My ears pricked up like those of a dog hearing its master. I stared at my mistress of the moment and can only presume that my puzzled look led to her expanding on this cryptic remark.

       "Before taking you on a visit to the men's wing, I had planned a nasty little surprise for those perverts and degenerates. Unfortunately its implementation would have allowed you to enjoy a considerable amount of pain, which in a sense would negate my efforts to a degree. I did have a solution for this issue which involved injecting the region to be affected with a massive amount of a drug that is used here to alleviate the sufferings of terminal cancer patients for periods of up to a few hours. In principle this would not only give me time to perform the procedure I designed for you, it would also blunt any enjoyment you would get while they attempted to undo it over there. However after what you have done for me now and in the future as well, I must reciprocate in kind. I know your greatest pleasure is absorbing pain, and now you shall have a treat that may remain in your memories for a very long time. In the next hour or so I intend to effectively close off your lower orifices so that they will have to expend a considerable effort in making them accessible to the perverts and degenerates eagerly awaiting your arrival."

       I could hardly contain myself. Nurse Crocet was a no-nonsense type and I was sure that her procedure would be heavy handed and indeed produce a great deal of pain. She was the blunt force trauma type if ever I saw one; there would be nothing elegant about her procedure, or so I thought. Once again she surprised me. She disappeared from sight for a few minutes and when she returned she was wheeling a small table over to my bed. Naturally I was on tenterhooks, awaiting her revelation of this procedure. It was direct and brilliant in its execution; even more importantly it would provide huge amounts of major pain. I was ecstatic!

       I don't know where she got the material but nurse Crocet had a spool of one mil diameter stainless steel. This, along with a needle designed especially for this "thread", was to be used to sew up my inner labia to be technical about it. As soon as she explained this to me I began to leak a goodly amount of precursor material to the massive ejaculations I would deliver once she began cross stitching my sensitive inner lips into an overlapping pattern. She estimated she'd probably use upwards of sixty stitches depending on how well I fared and how much blood was produced. I could hardly wait, but there was more, much more. As she continued her description of this procedure my leakage  turned into a stream and then a minigusher. Nurse Crocet smiled and told me that a trip to see Mr.Watson would be mandatory in view of what I was already producing in the line of ejaculate. "I hope I don't need a face shield to do you properly" Crocet said, only partially in jest.

       I flooded the bed when she casually mentioned that once my inner lips were stitched closed, she intended to place a second line of defense in place, namely a thin sheet of stainless steel of approximately the same thickness as the thread. This would be held in place by a number of spot welds that would connect the sheet to the thread. I was familiar with the tool that was used for such a procedure, since it was also used in the construction of jewelry and had been adapted to give me some of the highest pain levels I'd ever experienced by the same sadist that used the micro torch on me. The prospect of having a level of pain that might cause the top of my head to separate from the skull beneath was breathtaking. I could hardly wait. But there was still more planned for me.

       She envisioned the same sort of defense utilizing my outer labia, making sure that access to my urethra was assured. She reasoned that they might want to take out their frustrations on my poor defenseless bladder once they realized the type of fortifications that she had provided. My outer cunt lips would be triple stitched in a herring bone pattern, with spot welds every few millimeters to ensure its integrity. Then another thin foil of stainless steel would be welded to the stitches, thus completing her system for my vagina.

       Nurse Crocet had designed a similar system for my anus, but with a configuration change. She mentioned that the pain level I'd experience during the anal protection procedure might exceed what would be developed in the vaginal protection scheme. I was out of my mind with anticipation. She showed me the anal discus that would be emplaced first. It was to be a press fit and the pain would be brief but extremely intense, perhaps beyond my ability to enjoy, but that was the price I'd have to pay to assure that my anal passageway was protected from the perverts and degenerates that were eager to use and abuse it. Then she would sew my anus shut with the steel thread making the pattern extremely dense, almost solid. Then a second discus would be spot welded to the thread. She guaranteed that the pain would be excruciating and I spurted and squirted my happiness over this promise, much to her dismay. I do not believe my nurse had ever been in the presence of a true squirter, and she was having a bit of trouble dealing with this phenomenon.

       She began to work on my vaginal region and it lived up to its billing. There was plenty of pain, much of it in the heavy duty class. I was pleasantly surprised at how much pain that needle and thread created while she stitched my inner cunt lips closed. However when she spot welded the shield in place I was in heaven for brief periods of time. Every time I heard the sound of that arc being created and smelled the aroma of roasting flesh, my own, I'd deliver a stupendous wave of lady lust onto the bed. Once this was done, the power level that could be developed increased due to the presence of my sex liquids, making for an even better time. It was divine, in the truest sense of the word.

       After the first shield was in place, squirting became problamatical. I now was experiencing a new sensation every time my glands went into overdrive and the liquid lust bounced back from the shield and saturated my channel. My outer lips weren't as sensitive as the inner ones, no great surprise since the inner set lived a rather sheltered existence, relatively free from the vicissitudes of the flesh. Those outside flaps of skin and flesh had taken plenty of punishment over the years and were no longer as sensitive as I would have liked. It was my hope that one result of the physical modifications that were to be made on me would yield added sensitivity to certain areas of my new body. However nurse Crocet did her best to give me what I craved, jamming that needle deep into my flesh and yanking that piano wire, or whatever it was, through my flesh with reckless abandon, which was just what the patient ordered.

       Just before she put the second shield in place, Crocet yanked the catheter from my bladder and replaced it with a small sound that effectively closed my urethra. It was then that I realized that the pressure from my distended bladder was at a critical point. I wondered if nurse Crocet was going to drain me or just send me over filled to the verge of exploding and let those who I would be entertaining decide the issue of whether or not to let me pee, something I desperately wanted to do. I begged her for relief and she smiled and shook her head. I was crushed! "Perhaps if you're a good little girl and let nurse sew up your anus without making too much noise I'll think about possibly letting some of that nasty stuff out from your bladder, but not until then." I offered her a compromise, asking to be securely gagged while she did my back entrance. She grinned and reached for her discarded panties. I opened wide and let her stuff them into my mouth.

       I was terribly disappointed when nurse Crocet showed me the foil that was going into my anus; it had some kind of rubber ring around the edge! Here I was getting psyched up for perhaps the biggest jolt of pain I'd ever experienced and my nurse was chickening out! How many masochists ever got the opportunity to have their asshole swallow what was effectively a razor blade? The more I thought about it,  the more intriguing the whole idea became. I tried to argue my point, but nurse Crocet's rather salty bikinis kept getting in the way. She must have figured out I wasn't exactly thrilled by her approach. Then she showed me the second discus and this one was nothing but a sliver of stainless steel unencumbered by anything resembling a rubber. She smiled and said, "I guarantee that this one will provide all the stimulation you will ever need. If you don't pay attention to what you're doing, this little devil will cut that bottom hole of yours to ribbons in less than an hour." I was somewhat mollified by her comment.

       She rearranged my body to make it easier for her to work on my anal passageway. I was now in the same position as my time with the evil twins. Then I felt pressure and when my sphincter gave up the struggle, something large, something very large entered my colon. I heard nurse Crocet's voice once more. "Even with the gasket, one can't just shove that discus into your bottom without dilating your entryway. Now just you relax and let nurse do all the heavy work in getting this hole ready to accept my little troublemaker." I grunted as she withdrew whatever she was using and then rammed it home once more. I was beginning to like this part of the procedure.

       My mistress/nurse finally pronounced my anus to be properly dilated and without so much as a by your leave, she inserted the rubber rimmed stainless steel plate deep into my rear portal and sat back to observe how my body was handling the intruder. In truth it still was rather enjoyable, the pain was quite intense and I began to have doubts that I could have survived the entry of an unshielded version. Nurse Crocet gave me a shy smile and ran her wrinkled hand over my now distended starfish tickling me into a little spurt of liquid lust. "Now for more fun and games. This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it does me, unfortunately." With that comment nurse Crocet stepped over onto the dark side, and I was proud to have played a part in assisting her in the transfer.

       On a scale of one to ten, what happened over the next ten to fifteen minutes bounced between nine and nine point five. Sewing my distended rectal passage shut was a lengthy process that required a great deal of "thread". Every so often she would pause and let me recover some of my equilibrium before returning my pain receptors to high. When I shut my eyes I swear I could see little bolts of lightning every time my nurse made another stitch. All good things must come to an end, and so this one did as well. There was still the fun attached to the joining process that would spot weld the second discus in place.

       Stainless steel may not be the world's best conductor of heat, but it did a very adequate job of creating a large pool of pussy juice onto the sheets just below my parted thighs. Nurse Crocet made sure that the outer shield was properly bonded to the thread bed beneath it, doubling the number of welds for this one. I was in heaven, at least I thought so more than a number of times, as that devilish machine made this spitting noise and an imp from hell ran a white hot poker into my anal region. I am proud of the fact that through it all I never pleaded, begged, cajoled, or in any other way hinted that I was not completely enjoying every agonizing minute of this clever procedure that was sure to confound and frustrate those expecting me to be immediately available.

       My mistress tapped the twin shields that were now in place, and gave me a knowing smile. "They are definitely not going to like this. I'm absolutely certain that there will be a great deal of consternation and anger toward you as well as I. Fortunately for you, they will in all likelihood take out their anger on your person, and I know how very much you will enjoy the punishment that is meted out to your bare and totally defenseless body. I regret that I will not be able to attend and see for myself what terrible things they come up with to make you suffer for what is my doing." She then leaned over and gave me a wet kiss while approximately a foot and a half of her tongue went down my throat; at least that's the way it felt to this pervert. I was ready and most eager to begin my journey to the men's wing in hopes that it would prove to be everything my mistress claimed and hopefully even more.

                               ( To be continued )