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Taming Billy - Chapter 31
Helene Graves went home, had something to eat, took a hot shower and retreated to her bedroom to see if she was still on a sexual high. She took out the tube of lubrication she had purchased only yesterday and used it to grease up her throbbing vagina, only now in her mind it was her cunt, as it should be. A little dab was added to her vibrator, now useful again, after being hidden away for so many years. She slipped it up her tight snatch, enjoying the way it tickled her fuck channel, and switched it on. Immediately it began to turn her on as well, and she laid back, closed her eyes and relived the session she had with Billy and her new female patient.
That woman certainly was greedy when it came to Billy. Tomorrow that would be a different story entirely. Tomorrow she was going to let Billy fuck her, fuck her good! The idea sent shivers through her body and she moved the buzzing toy slightly deeper and held it against her pussy wall while she fantasized. At first she was on top of the youth who still wore that canvas strait jacket, in total command as she slipped his hard, hot cock into her juicy twat, the result of his tireless tongue covering every square inch of her vulva before plunging into her hot, wet cavern and coating his tongue with her salty juices. She had stopped him from going any further, wanting to fully experience his hard length of hot cock unimpeded by any recent memories of what that tongue could cause if left unchecked.
Now she began riding him, using her hips as she moved her body up and down on his imprisoned cock, feeling it rub against her dripping wet cunt walls as she slowly increased the speed of her movements. His breathing had changed; it was matching her movements and growing louder as her hips swiveled smoothy and more of his cock entered her cunt until she felt full. She bent her body so he could begin licking and kissing the hanging fruit that were her firm, pebbled tits, small but well formed with nipples that could cut glass. She urged him to exert himself further, matching his upward thrusts to her body's up and down motions. She took deep breaths, still in control of her emotions, then dug her knees into his flanks as if he were a steed being urged to move to a full gallop. She was delighted at his response and taken by surprise by the additional power of his cock as it pounded away inside her boiling tunnel of lust.
Helene felt the first distant ripples starting deep inside her aching cunt. Her eyes had shut earlier and now she was seeing tiny flashes that corresponded to those insistent urges coming from her fat, twitching clit. That little nubbin wasn't so little anymore. She touched it with a fingertip and it felt as if it was aflame. She pulled her finger away briefly and then returned to clamp it between thumb and forefinger and play with it like a cat with a ball of string. Her rapid breathing was putting pressure on her chest, and she touched one of her tits and was astonished at the pebbled skin and the beads of perspiration that her little toy obviously had caused. Her stiff nipple captured her attention next; it was amazing just how hard that little lump of flesh had become. She began teasing it by twisting and pulling it slowly, imagining that it was Billy's teeth biting down on the sensitive nipple.
The doctor reached down and increased the speed of her vibrator and teased her fat clitoris at the same time. Billy's cock felt as if it was punching a hole in her cunt, pounding mindlessly against her cervix, driving her closer and closer to a titanic explosion of frustrated sex energy. She started fucking herself with the vibrator, grinding it against her clit and then plunging it back into that swampy mess that was once her pristine vagina. She started shaking so badly that she lost her grip on the vibrator that was covered from base to tip with her abundant spendings. Closer and closer she came to the flame, and then she was there, exploding as all that sex energy came to one small place in her quivering body and burned it to a crisp as she released a animalistic howl from deep within her trembling, spastic body that now acted as if someone had cut its strings.
Helene didn't remember passing out, but obviously she did. She awoke in a wet spot that had soaked through the sheets and into the mattress. She lay there, staring at the ceiling as she played with her supersensitive pussy and debated about going for a second orgasm.
Things were going on at the hospital that boded no good for Dr. Helene Grave's career. Billy had been sedated with a powerful drug that put him into a near coma for eight hours. During that time his body was removed to another secure area while some modifications were being made to his room. A small video camera and microphone were placed behind the overhead intake air duct to the patient's room. The duct itself had been remade to allow these items to have direct fields of view of what was taking place in the bed and an area extending three feet from it in every direction. The entire job had been done by a pair of maintenance men who were being compensated with some of the best nurse pussy available. The stage had now been set for what was to take place between Billy, Dr. Graves and perhaps a third party, a woman who had recently been admitted to the hospital and was currently under the care of Dr. Graves as well.
The physician had a restful sleep interrupted once by a delightful reverie featuring her stud muffin fucking her into ecstasy with a cock that was fully a foot long and thick as a tree limb. While she was going from one marvelous orgasm to another, a mob of jealous nurses stood around them with tears running down their ashen cheeks. When she awoke the next morning, Helene started using her fingers on her clit and pussy lips, teasing herself as she planned her day at the hospital. Then it was off to the bathroom for her morning ablutions. As she showered, she could not resist using the bar of soap to vigorously scrub her cunt mouth and then a few inches inside that dripping twat to further excite her.
One thing led to another and before she could calm herself, Helene rocketed off from her first climax of the day, and certainly not the last. This introductory spasm of lust left her weak-kneed and very, very pleased. For this super-special occasion, she put on a fresh thong that fit perfectly into the cleft formed by her fat cunt lips, a sheer bra that managed to make her pert tits look even more delectable than she had ever seen them, and finally her favorite garter belt and hose, the set that seemed to excite Billy the most. The stage was set for their encounter today, but first Helene Graves had to take care of business before pleasure.
As soon as she got to the hospital she very carefully checked on all her patients. Karen was still in quite a bit of pain from her session with the Mechanical Man yesterday. Despite her youth, she got the whole enchilada, and they didn't make it easy for her. One thing was sure, she would be much more polite to the techs the next time she went there for therapy. Based on the appearance of her swollen, raw pussy, she wouldn't be thinking obscene thoughts for at least a few days. Helene thought it might be interesting to see how she might react to a lesbian sex session, and put up a notice on the board for volunteers.
The twins had almost fully recovered from their stepmother's visit. She ordered a step up in their electroshock treatments, allowing voltages up to two hundred and twenty volts at maximum allowable current. She also authorized a continuation of the treatment that their testicles were undergoing. The technique used direct current to shrink their testicles, thus reducing the amount of sperm they could produce and lower their aggressiveness towards members of the opposite sex. They were once more put back on a severely restricted diet heavily laced with sex suppressants, in hopes that in concert with the electrical therapies, it might bring their libidos back to something corresponding to normal. She still was resisting the idea of converting them from hetero to homosexuals, a concept championed by the head of the medical staff, a practicing lesbian who made sure that the lesbian doctors and nurses on the staff were not harassed in any way by the straights.
Helene decided that the woman patient who she dragooned to assist her in Billy's "therapy" would no longer be needed. However she was determined to start her out on some type of treatments this very day. For openers patient X, as she now called her, would be placed on a starvation diet and be given injections of sex stimulants. In this way she was fighting fire with fire. It would be most interesting whether all the sexual stimulation she'd be receiving during the next month or so would kill or cure her of this case of nymphomania. In her current mood, Dr. Graves didn't care, since her entire focus was on the youth waiting for her arrival in the isolation room. Still she wanted to get patient X out of her hair for the remainder of the day. What better way than to take her downstairs to the mechanical stimulation section folk, and leave in their not so tender hands?
Helene personally escorted a naked, gagged, cuffed and hobbled patient X downstairs where a team of rather jaded techs awaited her latest patient. She discussed her needs in front of the woman, who was silenced by means of a ball gag that caused her to drool uncontrollably. Other members of the section circled the naked patient like sharks waiting to attack their prey. While Dr. Graves outlined her plan that included immersion in bitter cold water followed by time in the sauna, the techs pinched, poked and prodded their victim. Her big tits were hefted and squeezed, the nipples twisted and yanked; fingers went up her cunt and wiggled around to gauge just how loose and sloppy her well stretched and often used twat had become. Others put fingers and thumbs up her asshole and checked how strong her sphincter muscle was these days.
The general consensus was that she was nothing but a cheap whore who had landed a rich husband who finally had gotten tired of her lazy and stupid ways and inability to separate bums with big cocks from rich guys with average cocks, when it came to putting out the pussy. Patient X was in for a whole lot of pain and discomfort, and this was just her introductory session. It would only get worse and worse as time went past and she learned nothing.
Meanwhile her doctor and the head of the section had reached agreement on the schedule for her first visit. She would be entertained by the Mark 14 for two sessions, each featuring a full throw shaft attached to a three inch diameter head. They planned on operating the first run at eighty percent of maximum, and then red line the machine for the second run. To make it more interesting the head would be lubed with fire sauce for the second run. It was a special compound developed by the techs that they claimed would remove the mucous lining from any patient's cunt, no matter her age or sexual history. Helene left her patient and headed upstairs where her stud muffin awaited her. She was positively dripping and could hardly wait for his big cock to start stretching her little used cunt.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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