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Juliette the Super Tramp - Chapter 13
Nurse Crocet was not entirely done with me; she still had a surprise or two remaining. She removed her well sucked and chewed bikinis from my mouth and replaced them with a fixture that kept it propped open to the point that I was certain it could swallow the head of my new, intimate friend, nurse Crocet. She leaned close and squinted into my mouth, making little mumbling noises as she surveyed the interior. After a few loud clucking sounds she withdrew and returned carrying a vicious looking hypodermic needle. I immediately began to ooze at the prospect before me. I often amused myself imagining the ten worst things that could possible be done to me. One that always remained on any list I could conceive involved the employment of a large, blunt-tipped hypodermic needle to inject chemicals into my gums that would cause them to swell and ultimately burst, filling my mouth with blood that ultimately would find its way down my throat and lodge in my lungs. Gradually the level of blood would force the air from those laboring sacs and I would effectively drown in my own blood. That one never failed to get me off, no matter how often I had already abused my little friend that lived under that fold of thick skin at the top of my vulva.
Without any warning, my nurse friend proceeded to shoot whatever was in the hypo into my tongue and did that hurt; I loved it! In seconds my tongue was numb and according to her expanding, which would have scared the piss out of me except for the fact that nurse Crocet hadn't bothered to remove the sound plugging my urethra.
"This will make you feel as if your gums caught fire; hope you enjoy it."
She had said it with a knowing grin and so I prepared myself for a good time and was not disappointed. Crocet started at the area covering my front teeth and quickly worked backward to the molars. Then she dropped to the lower portion of my jaw and moved in the opposite direction from molars through canines and back to molars, finishing at the back of my lower jaw line. She paused and giggled like a schoolgirl before sinking the hypo into the gum region behind the last molar. I thought for a second that lightning had struck me, so great was the wave of stinging agony that radiated from where the needle tip had penetrated. I reacted the only way I knew, flooding the already wet bedding beneath my spread thighs. A second orgasm followed shortly afterward and even my nurse had to smile at the reaction that last hypo had created in her patient. It wasn't until she announced that the upper left side gums remained, that I remembered where the fun had begun.
"Let's see how you like it in the roof of your mouth, my precious pain slut. Old nurse Crocet really knows how to hurt a girl and she certainly loves the opportunity to make you sweat and squirt. Now think good thoughts and hold on tight. I just know this will send you to a place you've never been previously."
It was obvious that my dear boon companion had previous knowledge of what befell others who earned her wrath for various infractions of the lengthy Crocet rules book. I began to wonder just where she would ultimately rank me in that long list of suffering malcontents that she had encountered and bent to her will. The first bolt of blinding agony took me off topic immediately. After paying the admissions price, it was well worth it, the pain was blissful. The old nurse took her sweet time and there were moments when I neared my limits. Thankfully she seemed to know just where they resided and stayed right at them, allowing me to flood the bed to the point that the bedding became saturated as well with my spending. Crocet clucked at my excessive behavior and warned me that any further displays would call for not only retaliation, but also a suspension of my visit to the men's wing of the hospital. That chilled me to the bone, for I was ready and randy to face whatever they could deliver. The old nurse had neatly trapped me. When she lanced the roof my mouth just above my two front teeth, I almost swallowed my fat, benumbed tongue without even realizing it.
"I am so disappointed in you! All I needed was one more to scream or another flood and you'd remain my own private patient despite your very influential medical friend. Now I'll have to wheel you across to the other side where they have been impatiently waiting for you so they can bend you to their wills and even cause you to despair of ever enjoying sex again, at least with the male of the species."
My mind was still coping with the wave of pain that she had just delivered, and not capable of understanding the gravity of the situation that awaited me. Then the unending pressure from my swollen bladder began to intrude into my awareness. It dawned on me that whatever nurse Crocet had injected into my mouth had totally eliminated my ability to speak coherently. Here I was restrained, effectively made mute and able only to communicate with my eyes, not the best method considering my plight. Before I could begin to get my nurse's attention there came a knocking at the door to my room. It proved to be two orderlies, both large and black, just the way I liked them when it was late at night and I was unable to sleep properly. They were all business under the eagle eye of nurse Crocet. She watched them carefully as they transferred me from the cesspool that was once my bed to the gurney that was to transfer me to the other side. For some odd reason the ferry across the river Styx crossed my mind. I dismissed it quickly since Charon and nurse Crocet seemed to not have much in common.
We two began the long crossing from wing to wing with little light except those winking tubes that created a feeling that one was in a slow motion version of a disco, come back from the past. The sense that my life was about to undergo a profound change leaked into my consciousness. I could barely make out the silhouette of my guide as she rolled the gurney down the long corridor that I'd traversed so many times previously. This time I had the feeling it was to be a one-way trip for me. I was startled when nurse Crocet began to talk to me.
"It's a shame we didn't have some more time together. I'm sure we might have struck up an arrangement that was mutually beneficial for both. I have a girl at home; she's not much to talk about, but Cerys served me well. Like you she was an inmate, or shall we say "patient" at the hospital. Unlike you she was not much of an attraction for the males that manage and run this hospital. I was her only friend and when her money ran out, Cerys became my servant of sorts at my little house a few miles from here. Like yourself, she had this quirk about pain, and I did my best to satisfy it once I exhausted all other avenues that might have led to some form of rehabilitation."
"While I was taking these other routes I fell into the trap she had innocently set for me. When she came to me, Cerys was of normal weight and frame. After four and a half years the poor thing is now five stone nine, almost ethereal. Still she craves her daily ration of pain and I can deny her nothing. At first I had hopes for a decent sexual relationship, but that was not to be the case. So ours is a strange relationship, not one founded on sex or mutual likings, but dominated by pain, her need being so strong that I feel at times that she is the mistress of the house, not myself."
"I've beaten her to a pulp with a sawed-off broomstick as she hung by her wrists, stark naked and shaking from the cold down in my basement during the dead of winter. It took her almost three weeks to recover and start pleading for more pain. She kept after me and I surrendered, beginning another session downstairs, only this time it was a length of twisted wire that tore her flesh to tatters. It took me the best part of a week to cover her emaciated body from neck to ankles, leaving her hanging for hours at a time until she almost suffocated from the pressure of her weight that stretched her chest muscles to the point that they lost most of their strength. During that period I never cleaned the spot that grew just beneath her dangling legs, being fed by the blood that ran down her shrunken body from the deep cuts that were made by the twisted wire whip that I used exclusively to supply her need for pain."
"It became dangerous for Cerys to be left alone. One day I returned to discover she had slammed a door deliberately against her fingers on one hand, breaking three of them. It could have been worse, but the pain was so intense that she went into shock. After that incident I always locked her in a closet, tied hand and foot, while I was at the hospital. When there were no places on her bare body that weren't cut, bruised or scarred, she began clamoring for new forms of pain such as fire. It started with heated needles and hatpins that seemed to give her exactly what she needed without too much damage to her rapidly thinning form. Soon that was insufficient, being replaced by heated utensils that provided a bigger jolt for her system. Then there was a period when she demanded heated needles and the like to be driven under her fingernails, and once they were exhausted, her toenails as well."
All this pain talk was getting me itchy to the point that I was beginning to leak a little girl juice onto the gurney. It was so easy to shut my eyes and replace Cerys with myself. I'd been beaten with almost every type of whip and blunt instrument imaginable, but never by an old crotchety woman who knew her and thus my anatomy. It might be a nice change of pace to have some of my bones broken so that I was incapacitated and totally at her mercy. I began to wonder what she might do to this pain slut if given the opportunity. For a brief moment I thought of making a scene and somehow convincing her to take me back. Then I'd allow her to arrange for my release from the hospital, perhaps only a temporary one, so she could show me her arsenal of toys that she'd use on my bare body, both external as well as internal. My sick mental wanderings had taken me far away from the hospital, but her voice and a sharp blow to my face returned me to the here and now.
"Pay attention you hussy; this is your last chance at salvation and I am your only savior! I want you to pay close attention to what I have to say. The injections you received just before we began our trip to the men's wing are another nasty surprise for them. Because your tongue and the inside of your mouth are numb, you have no idea of the pain that any contact with either area will cause. Close your eyes and allow your demented brain and imagination to run wild. Think of all the havoc your bobby-trapped mouth and tongue will cause when a hard cock intrudes in hopes of obtaining sexual relief and providing a dose of total humiliation to you, the helpless victim. Won't they be surprised at the pain you will cause! I only wish I could be there and witness it for myself instead of hearing about it second-hand."
My spendings increased dramatically as I imagined all the neat and nasty things the outraged men might do to my helpless body, so fetchingly presented in its fresh straitjacket with an assortment of restraints guaranteed to hold my body motionless as they retaliated for my sneak attack. I'd be cut, no flayed; my breasts skinned by the surgeon's scalpel and lovingly rubbed with a mixture of ground glass and salt. Perhaps this would be the end of my dear friend that hid in its hood. Of course it wouldn't be a quick, brutal assault that left it mangled and bleeding. I envisioned micro skewers so thin that special tools were required just to handle them properly. How many could reside it that swollen nubbin of sex flesh, a thousand, ten thousand or dare I imagine closer to a million since they are so small? Naturally each one would be coated with a very slow acting acid that took days, even weeks to dissolve the flesh around it. Let it be hydrofluoric based I thought, that was the queen of the acids as far as I was concerned.
Nurse Crocet's voice and pounding on the locked door to the men's wing brought me back to reality, such as it was. I heard muffled voices from the other side of the metal portal and then saw a shaft of light as the door slowly opened to admit me. My companion during this trek now moved to the side and as she did, slapped me smartly on my dribbling vulva. Then nurse Crocet laughed and announced that she hoped they would enjoy the fresh meat she had just delivered. Before the eager hands reached me so I could be dragged inside, still mounted to my gurney, the nurse had disappeared into the darkness still chuckling and only she and I knew why. My ordeal was about to begin.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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