Juliette The Super Tramp

                                                 Juliette the Super Tramp - Chapter 15

       It would be an understatement to say that my doctor was appalled to see me in this state. Unfortunately I was unable to even signal to her that except for my face I was in fairly decent working order, or at least that was what I hoped. She raged at the fleeing patients and their handlers, but was unable to halt them. She gave me a cursory examination with her little flashlight and knowing fingers and came away reasonably satisfied I had not suffered any major trauma with perhaps the exception of what had been done to my face. She snapped her fingers and two rather massive interns appeared out of the darkness. In less than the time it took to tell, I was transferred to another, more comfortable gurney and wheeled into the darkness.

       Lois accompanied us to our destination; a rather small room whose one door had a very small square of glass that I surmised was for observation. Filling the bare bones room was a bed with restraints, a small table that supported an ominous black box with wires exiting from its many ports, a stand that currently held a number of bags containing what I guessed to be IV fluids, and a large plastic container that I intuitively associated with collecting bodily wastes. The walls were bare concrete, with no attempt to enhance the depressing ambience through the use of texture, color or hangings of any type. Looking up one would be almost blinded by the stark bulb that I would learn stayed on continuously. There were times that I would have given anything for a respite from that pitiless tiny sun looking down upon my helpless form.

       The interns followed her instructions to the letter and soon I found myself on my back, legs up and spread wide to provide access to my cunt and asshole. For a moment I relived my frustrating ordeal and prepared myself for another such session. However with time, my hopes for a better life increased with every surreptitious touch and wink that I received from the two interns when my doctor was distracted. From beneath my bed came another stand which when unfolded provided a purchase for my spread legs which soon were trembling from the strain caused by being anchored to the stand. One of the grinning interns even managed to situate himself in such a position as to allow him to have easy access to either of my private treasures. I was most encouraged by this demonstration, although I'm sure that my physician would not have been amused.

       My wrists were manacled firmly to the corners of the narrow bed. It obviously was not designed for long periods of deep sleep or even the pedestrian methods used in sexual activities. However in the latter case it would have to make do on many occasions, especially in the dark of night under the light of that all-seeing, unrelenting bulb dangling from the ceiling. My doctor kept her own counsel when it came to the light and its purpose. It did not take long for me to compile a long list of possible explanations for its use. There were many times when she would offer me some reward if I could successfully give her even one good reason for its existence. I always failed since I was unable to speak due to the large, red, rubber ball gag that threatened to unhinge my jaws. My failure would in turn allow her to take some small liberty on my bare body. Some examples will be described in later sections of this effort.

       Satisfied that I was secured properly, Lois proceeded to give me a more invasive examination with the two interns allowed to watch. She donned a latex glove and covered it with lubricant. The thought of that gloved hand disappearing up my cunt got a trickle of pussy juice started, a very good sign.

       "God Juliette, you are such a slut! I'll bet you're hoping that my hand will get you flowing like a fountain and from there it will only take a little more teasing for you to attain the holy grail. Well, that's not what will happen at all. I am in control, you are under my discipline and its time you realized what you signed up to do in exchange for what I offered to do in return. It's not a quid pro quo in the technical sense. It's you do something for me and then you do something more for me and then and then and then some more! Finally based on my judgment, the time will arrive when I shall do something for you. I just know you'll enjoy every second of it when it happens."

       This was not what I had wanted to hear from my lover and physician. Did she take advantage of me just like everyone else has? I certainly hoped not! Soon she was poking and prodding in the area where nurse Crocet and Specs had dueled, with the doctor declared the winner. I was still unable to feel anything but pressure in the region where he had injected what seemed like an ocean of opiates. When would it ever wear off? Almost as if she had read my mind, Lois beamed down at me and declared that within a few hours I'd be free of the effects from the injections. At that point I realized my sense of time had disintegrated badly. Was it still night or had the sun risen already? I had no clue. Then she looked down at her wrist and informed the interns that it was nearly time for them to go off shift. I took a guess and concluded that it was about daybreak, plus or minus an hour. From the looks on their dark faces, it was evident that I wouldn't be seeing them in a quasi-official capacity for quite some time.

       After a few more forays into my orifices and lots of mumbling and sighing, my doctor declared that except for my frozen, thread-covered face, the rest of me was in fairly good condition. I was relieved to hear that, but still eager to get cracking and pinch off a few orgasms. I was to discover it was proscribed for the present, doctor's orders. I was furious and then depressed. What was to become of me? Lois leaned forward and kissed me on the brow. I felt nothing, but that was not what she experienced. Her tongue flicked out and licked my open eye, the other now closed by the hideous surgery the surgeons had performed on my face. I was able to sense the texture of her tongue by the way the surface of my eye reacted; a small triumph for this wretched victim of love, lust and pain. Lois stood erect and announced that I needed some rest before the first battery of tests would be initiated. It was then that I had my first interaction with the overhead light.

       The trio was gone quickly, leaving me alone to rest. The only problem was I was wound too tightly to do anything but fret about my current situation. What would be done to restore my face? When would those damnable injections wear off to allow me to enjoy my body once more? I thought back to all the times I would get naked and play with myself, using memories of happier times or hopes for future times to excite me to the point I would squeeze off a nice orgasm or two. Being deprived of that ability made me quite nervous; being restrained made it even more difficult to concentrate on my sexual needs. I began to fantasize about those two black interns, were they hung like horses and eager to get at my goodies? Would I be able to enjoy what those big cocks could do to my aching cunt? Would they make me suck them when they were no longer able to deliver hard cock to my wet holes?

       I tossed and turned as much as my bonds would allow and became more agitated. I closed my eye against the glare of the light they had forgotten to extinguish, or so I thought. I would learn soon enough that this beacon against the darkness would remain lit around the clock. I quickly found out that the light was so intense that even closing my one good eye was not enough to free me from its pitiless glare. I must have dozed off despite that bright intruder, because suddenly I became aware that others were now occupying my small cubicle.

       Two women dressed in white smocks busied themselves connecting small metal pads to my body. They in turn were connected to that mysterious black box on the table by my narrow bed. I still had no feeling where it would do the most good, but other areas such as my feet, toes, legs, thighs, stomach and the like were soon part of the network of wires running into the box. They totally ignored me as they worked, not a word or glance to let me know they even acknowledged my existence. One of them fiddled with something at the back of the box and I felt a mild tingling in many areas of my body. I might add that there were a number of pads attached to my distorted face, and in some areas I felt the tingling, which gave me hope that my face might ultimately recover from this terrible trauma. Then without so much as a single word they left the room and I returned to my battle with the light.

       Exhaustion took hold and I slipped into darkness for a time. My dreams were disjointed and frightening. I awoke gasping for air and struggling against my restraints. As I thrashed around, helpless to overcome the bonds that held me fast to my bed, a small portion of my brain made the observation that my deadened cunt was making a recovery. I was elated! This realization acted almost like a sedative, calming my fears somewhat and putting me into a better frame of mind. I was still helpless and alone, for how long was unknown. Attempts to make sounds were halting, but since I had nothing better to do at the time, I continued my struggle to learn how to speak. It soon became apparent that part of the problem about speaking had to do with what had been done to my face. I could whisper but not control the sounds I made, words were out of the question. I was frustrated over my inability to use words as a means of communicating to anyone. How could I carry on an intelligent interaction with my doctor if I was unable to form words, let alone sentences! I was terrified at this handicap I faced.

       I have no idea how long I lay there frustrated and filled with fear about what the future might have in store for me. In a flash the sound of a key turning the lock to my "cubicle" was replaced by the sight of Lois Marquad-Snyder in her starched uniform accompanied by a female who was the token member of the Surgery Department. Lois introduced her to me as Dr. Roberta Dunne. I would spend a great deal of time with the surgeon over the next few weeks as she undid most of what the other cutters had done to my face. This was done not as charity but in exchange for my services, since it turned out that Roberta was of the lesbian persuasion. So now I had two mistresses to serve, which would prove to be quite demanding. The two doctors soon turned me into nothing but an interested third party, but that was the gist of it.

       "Well Roberta, care to give her the once over while I watch and take notes?"

       "That's an excellent plan. This one will need more than just a facial makeover. I've got lots of ideas, but first I want to check her bone structure and the texture of her skin. Once that's over then I want to look into her mouth and evaluate her tongue. Let's face it; the tongue can be critical when it comes to getting one's lover off. As you already know, I can relax and let you eat my pussy for hours without making me cum, but ten minutes of good tongue work will have me flooding the bed."

       I could do nothing but listen to their talk and hear the giggles that it sometimes created. I would give just about anything if someone went down on me for even ten minutes. I'd probably drown them! A few minutes later it happened, and it was wonderful! I felt doctor Dunne's knowing finger rubbing against the wet wall of my twat.

       "My, my, your little friend is reacting to my finger tip making contact. That's a good sign. Let's see what happens when I rub her clit?"

       I was trembling with anticipation, and the doctor seemed to be enjoying my reaction. She must have teased me for half a day it seemed; then she began to carefully stroke my clit, which was only beginning to come out of its stupor. My mind was in overdrive trying to develop a strategy that would keep her finger massaging my hot button just long enough for me to get off. She was too smart and quick for me. I was taken to the edge, and then drenched in ice-cold water that destroyed the mood. For that instant I wished her to die horribly, perhaps bursting into flame and screaming her lungs out as her skin melted and even the bones of my tormentor lost their rigidity.

       Over the next hour or so my body regained its sense of touch, at least I now knew when someone made contact with a part of my body. Doctor Dunne amused herself by making me suck her middle finger after she had used it to palpitate a portion of my anus. Try as I could it was impossible to make my mind sufficiently powerful to induce an orgasm by imagining I was sucking a big fat juicy cock. The doctor even went so far as it make her finger move in and out of my mouth in much the same fashion as a man's sex organ, still no luck. It was even worse when she began manipulating my tits, one at a time. She made the nipples get so hard that they were painful to the touch. Instead of orgasming when she bit down on that swollen teat, I experienced a rush of pain that made my pussy begin to juice. Once again she was way ahead of me, moving to another area of my bare body until I became somewhat calm, then resuming the slow teasing that was driving me half mad.

       All this time Lois watched with a small smile painted onto her calm face. I would have given a lot to know what was going through her mind as she watched doctor Dunne use me for her own nefarious purposes. At long last the surgeon was satisfied that my body was of the type that could benefit from her surgical skills. At that moment I would have been happy to give her almost anything I possessed for as long as she wanted it. When the two physicians celebrated by kissing passionately, I felt left out of the loop, which was exactly where I was. There was still more humiliation to endure before I was left to my own thoughts and the pitiless glare of the bulb that burned night and day.

       My blood turned to ice when I heard Lois announce that my clit was to be capped so that she had total control over me. Her companion smiled evilly and asked how this was to be done. Lois reached into her pocket and produced a small silvery object. She proceeded to explain how capping my clit was to occur. I was devastated by what I heard. This was worse than slavery. My prime sex organ was to be hers and hers only, except when she loaned it to the surgeon as payment for her work in restoring my face and body.

       First my clit would be excited to its full size by simple stroking with her fingers. Then a quick-setting plastic material would be activated and loaded into the silvery container. It was then placed over my clit and a pressure seal was formed which isolated the clit from any sensations and kept it at fever pitch. However there would be no way to induce an orgasm unless the plastic was removed from my clit. Only she had the solvent that would do the job. It was a short but extremely painful process that Lois was sure I would thoroughly enjoy. Once this was accomplished, my clit would be available for as much or little stimulation as my temporary owner would determine. How many temporary owners would there be? That was the question I wanted answered, but this evidently was not the time for that issue to be joined.

       The surgeon was still busy on my body despite the implication that they were nearly finished. Nothing could be further from the truth. She hefted my big tits and squeezed the nipples until they were stiff as glass. Still not satisfied, she captured one with her mouth and began suctioning it as if there was some chance that milk would flow. Lois was most amused and she joined the fun, twisting the other nipple to give me a mild jolt of pain, which I wanted to put to good use. It was not to be. My attention had been diverted when Lois joined the fun. Thus I was caught unaware when doctor Dunne bit down into the areola that surrounded the teat she had been mauling with her teeth. For a few brief seconds the pain level was better than anything I'd experienced for some time. In parallel I could feel my cunt becoming wet as my glands kicked in.

       "Dirty, dirty, dirty! How dare you become excited without my permission! You will be punished for this offense, but not in any way that might enhance your disobedience. Roberta, help me cap this unrepentant troublemaker! She has much to learn and there's no time like the present to begin her education."

       Neutralizing my fat, twitching clit was as advertised, most painful, but only for a few frustrating moments before the cement, as Lois called it, hardened. Now in point of fact I was effectively neutered if such a thing were possible for a pain slut like myself. Once more my clit was banished from the realm of sensitivity. Lois proved it by raking her fingernails across the region just below the silver cap that now imprisoned my hot button. My clit failed to react; I was mortified. Her companion, doctor Dunne, on the other hand was most impressed.

       There was more to endure and it came quickly. Roberta decided to sample my tongue in its present state, and based on her technical opinion would decide whether surgery was necessary. I nearly wet myself upon hearing her statement. I watched as she removed her skirt, and then rolled her rather pedestrian panties down to reveal a forest of pubic hair that rivaled what I used to possess. It took some help from Lois to allow her to climb onto my body and then position that jungle growth against my mouth. I was helpless to protect against what she intended. She dropped her crotch down onto my face and shifted her body to get maximum coverage. She leaned forward and ordered me to get busy satisfying her with my fat tongue.

       Between my less than sensitive tongue and her jungle of springy, pubic hair it was a fiasco. My test lasted less than a few minutes and for my reward she shifted her weight to give easy access to my skull. Her blows were piston-like and they came in rhythm, each delivered with a great deal of force. All I could do was take the cruel punishment, which was not sufficiently brutal to kick my other erogenous zones into activity. Finally she tired and the storm passed for the moment. I realized I had unwittingly made an enemy and one that could cause me a great deal of grief in the coming weeks and even months. 

                       (To be continued - lex ludite)