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Hypno Slavers: The Dr. Emily Group

Part 7

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For three days I convalesced in my room, enjoying a terribly needed vacation from my unique abuse.  The nurse who visited me daily administered salve to my ass, brought my medicals, and took pulse and  blood pressure readings. She was there basically to observe and report on my general condition.  She was also part of the mental slavery to which I was being condemned. She was, however, much less cruel than some  of the primary staff, and this allowed me a measure of pleasure removed from the intense treatment I received in the doctor's areas.




She subjected me to her own capricious kind of humiliation and domination.  She was a doll, five feet four inches, and had a perfect body and was as pretty as they come.  She just loved to make me do disgusting things at her whim, and I didn't know what would happen from day to day.  I was in the toilet having a bowel movement when she walked in on me today.




I was not allowed to close the door or hide anything whatever from her, or any of the staff,  at any time.  I had just evacuated and flushed but the odor hung in the air.  She stood looking at me, arms folded scrunching her nose in disgust.  "Dam, come in here and close the door," she said, walking into the other room.  I finished quickly and followed her, and had to remain nude in her presence at all times. 




"How's your asscheeks?", she said, as she sat three prescription bottles on the end table.  "Let's take a look."




"It's better, for sure," I offered,  "I don't have much pain anymore, and the bruises have gone away quicker than I would have thought."




I turned around and let her examine me, and she rubbed her hand lightly over my bare cheeks.  She took a paper towel and briefly pulled my asscrack wide open, then tossed it in the trash can.




"Fuck," she said sqeamishly, 'I don't ever want to have to deal with a dirty asshole when I come.  Make dam sure of it."




"Well your butt looks a lot better.....it should heal nicely given a little time.


By the way, start taking these medications, the directions are on them."




"Yes mam."




"What did you do to deserve such extreme punishment?," 




She was wearing a white nurse's pant suit and blouse, and her name tag was pinned over her pocket.  Her name was Sally French, and just looking at her made me quite horny.  I dare not even think of mentioning the innuendo of her last name, I'm quite sure she would be furious, and I didn't need that at all.  She had not fucked me so far, and I knew she never would.  Here at the clinic her thing was male humiliation and domination.....it was what she was bound to do here here.




"You know the first time I saw you," she smirked,  "I figured you for an asshole, now I'm fully convinced that you're a complete dipshit."  She wasn't smiling, and I surmised that she was in the mood to get her kicks at my expense.  I had eaten both her lower body openings, and she had done this in a way that was humiliating, and not erotic.




"So what the fuck did you do buttwipe?", she half grinned.




"I jacked off in front of the TV when they played some porn movies, I don't know where the cameras are, or why they played porn movies."




"And you never will sweetie."  She stood looking at me, arms crossed, and shifted from one foot to the other.  "Jacked off in front of the TV huh?......shame on you."


My cock was becoming hard just talking to her, and she looked at it in an amused way.




"You'll have to put your own salve on today sugar, I'm not putting my hand in your ass now.  You don't take a shit before I come anymore....got me?"




I immediately shrunk to my role as complete slave, and looked down at my feet.


"Yes mam," I said in a barely audible tone.




She walked closer and rubbed my cock with her hand.  Then she patted me on the head like she would a dog.   "We're going to have a little fun now funny boy, you and I.  Get down on the floor."




I dropped down and sat on the carpet, leaning back on my hands for balance. 




"No, no, get your ass up and sit on a towel, here dipshit, use this." 




I jumped up again and she had retrieved a bath towel and tossed it on the carpet.




I sat on the large towel looking expectantly at her ,and I was bound into obedience at anything she suggested, my mind being flooded with worship for any woman around me, especially any member of the staff.




She sat in a chair in front of me and looked down, running her hand over her hair to straighten it.  My dick was hard by now and was dripping a bit on the towel. 




"Play with your pecker for me, flip it back and forth, you like playing with yourself  don't you?"




I responded immediately, and squatting with my legs bent and extended in front of me I grabbed my cock and pulled it to one side, letting it flip back.  It was stone hard now and I did this several times as she watched.  "You like your prick don't you?, she breathed, putting her elbows on her knees as she looked down at me.




"I like to watch a man jackoff, it drives me up the wall," she confessed, brushing her hair back again.  Her tight pantsuit accentuated her bulging crouch area, and her perfectly formed body created a super horny spectacle to my eyes.  Her ass was magnificent to behold, filling out her gleaming white pants.




"I masturbate all the time," she said defiantly, I fucking like it.  I screw myself with didoes that look just like cocks, and I really make a mess. Does that turn you on.?




"Yes mam, it sure does."




"Ok well we're not talking about me today, just you.  Play with your dick for me and take your time.  I want you to do just like I wasn't here, real nasty, ok?"




I nodded slowly and began rubbing my penis up and down as she watched me, fully engrossed by my show.  I flipped my pecker and rubbed the skin under my glans, and rubbed my pisshole, coating my finger with precum.




"Do you ever eat your cum?" , she quizzed, obviously curious in a genuine way.




I hesitated briefly...."Yes I do sometimes, if they make me."




"Stick your finger up your ass and rub it over your nose.....so you have to smell it."




Her comment caught me off guard and I looked directly into her pretty eyes.  She was purely serious, and not just because she was trying to embarrass me....she wanted it because she was very horny.




She stared at me, and was lightly thumping her toe, and shaking a bit in arousal.  She was hot and curious and wanted to get off just by watching me.




I reached down and under my balls and slowly forced my finger up my ass.  I had wiped but still had stain there.  As I shoved my finger in to the hilt and looked at her,  she licked her lips and continued thumping her foot.




I pulled my finger out with a plop and brought it to my nose. It was lightly covered in brown and had quite a funky smell to it.  She looked intensely at me, and was obviously very excited by what I was doing.




I rubbed my fragrant finger all over my nose and in my nostrils, and began stroking my cock again.  The smell was pungent, and had a strangely erotic effect, and I masturbated slowly, looking at her.




"How's it smell?", she asked, "does it turn you on or off?"




"Let me smell your finger."




I stuck it up for her and she put her nose very close to it and smelled it intently.




"Oh that's nasty," she groaned, "don't a smell like that turn you on?"




I was so hot by now that I knew it would not be long before I shot my wad, and I answered her in a shaking voice.




"Yes mam it sure does when I'm doing it with you here."




"You like to be watched, don't you?," she whispered, still staring at me with those intense eyes.   "Yeah you sure do.....well I don't fucking give a shit, I like to watch."




She moved down a bit and looked closely at me....."Well come on boy....jack it off!"




I stroked faster, and my balls were beginning to churn inside, and I could feel the hot jazz primed and ready to explode up my dick.




"Eat your cum for me....cum in your hand and eat it for me, I want to watch."




I was totally captivated by her and the smell of her perfume just made the whole thing even hotter.




She was watching me intently now, and for the life of me looked like she was about to have an orgasm.  She didn't touch herself though, and merely focused on the embarrassing and intimate things I was doing for her.




I was ready to shoot off and wanking my dick very fast now, and the orgasm came on me like a freight train.  I was so fucking horny with her watching me that I would have done absolutely anything, and I looked at the fire in her eyes and jerked violently, and aimed my load directly into my hand.




She locked her eyes on mine as I went blank, and jerked uncontrollably. My pupils faded in and out, consumed with indescribable pleasure, and globs of thick semen flooded my palm as my face went flaccid.  I couldn't take my eyes off hers as I continued to pump my hips and jerk uncontrollably, and she looked down at my flooded palm and back into my eyes and licked her lips.




"Ummmmmmmm,".....she murmured, "fucking out of sight!"




"Come on......come on.......eat it off your hand....do it, dam it!"




I was in a trance of lust now and raised my hand and put my mouth down and captured a mass of it with my lips as I stared at her.  I slurped it up and swallowed it, and licked more of it up with my tongue and ate it.  Semen was dripping from my mouth as she focused on what I was doing.




"You know that really really turns me on but, I must be frank and tell you that I think you're disgusting for doing it.  How many women have you done this for, she said, as she leaned back in her chair.




"I do it sometimes for the staff women here,  they make me,"  I said, sitting back on my haunches.




"Yeah I'll bet they do.  You like me watching don't you.  Yeah you fucking pervert, it really turns you on don't it.  Well you're never going to fuck me so get rid of that notion.  You're nothing but a pathetic jackoff boy to me.  Tell you what I'll do you fucking pervert, I'll let you worship my tight ass anytime you want.




"By the way, you just broke the jackoff rule again, but since it was with a staff member it's ok."  She looked closely at me...."I wasn't kidding about worshiping my ass, I like to see a man degrade himself doing that, and it makes me fucking hot.




I looked down at the carpet.




"Do you think I've got a nice ass?," she said earnestly..




"Oh yes mam, one of the best I've ever seen."




"Well then kiss my ass if you like it so much."




She turned around and stuck her wonderful rear in my face, the crack of her buttocks stared erotically at me. I put my nose in the middle of her butt and started kissing from there, moving outward to each mound until I had smooched every inch of her perfect cheeks.




"French kiss my buttcrack," she commanded,  "just put your nose in there and give it a long french kiss."




She held steady as I complied, and it took no effort for me to do so.  I kissed her asscrack passionately and moved my lips around as though I were making passionate love to her, but with my mouth on her ass.




"Just be glad I don't have any gas today you dam pervert.  You already experienced that didn't you?"




"Oh and whenever I come here I'll expect you to jackoff for me......from now on, if it doesn't interfere with your regular schedule . I have some things I want you to try."




"See you later sweetie."




She left and I rested for the remainder of the day. I was scheduled for my final appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones and her nurses tomorrow, and I didn't know how I would be able to keep from falling apart after her terrible punishment.




A good shower, food and TV finished the day, and after taking the medications left for me, I slept more deeply than I would have thought possible.




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When I awoke I felt completely renewed, and could remember well the events of yesterday with the pretty 'roaming treatment' nurse, but I still had no idea who I was or how I had come here.  It bothered me sometimes, but I'd learned to accept it, especially with the constant demands and sexual draining required of me here.




I ate a good breakfast and rested for a bit before my twelve o'clock with Dr. Samantha.  Strangely, I did not feel the terror that I thought I would feel just before my appointment, and I was grateful for that.  I had to go naked again, and I had the feeling it would be like that from now on.  This time, before leaving, it seemed ok put on a condom, so that the heavy drainage was prevented from leaking all over the place.




I was draining constantly now, the precum oozing out without end, and had to wrap a towel around my privates at night to catch the liquid.




I headed out and down the hallway, my stiff cock bobbing up and down, and passed a number of women on the way, who were quite rude, watching and laughing at me amid their crude whispering.




I entered the reception area, and after checking in, stood in my chosen position, to the side of the main door, to be out of the way of traffic.  Patients in the long rows of seats gawked at me for a time, and after a few minutes took little notice of me.  I was really glad that my dick drain was not a problem now, I didn't have to hold my hand there, or be humiliated by the guards.




There were other nude patients in the reception area also today, but I hardly took notice of such things anymore.




For the past few sessions,I had been able to recognize and respond to my name when called for my appointment, but it meant nothing to me, with no associated memories,and I had been assigned the number 1522. This would be my identity in the future. The number was also meaningless, and only aggravated my sense of isolation.




A nurse called out, and I jumped and nearly tripped over my own feet as I walked toward her.  She looked impatiently at me as I went into the inner hallway, and I walked slowly toward Dr. Samantha's office.  Butterflies of anquish hit me suddenly, and I began to tremble as I neared the outer door.  I opened it and went in, and dropped to my knees immediately, hoping to placate any aggression I might encounter from Nancy Bliss and Christina Wilson.




No one was there, and I knelt there shaking for a full fifteen minutes.  I was becoming nauseous from the anticipation, and vowed to do absolutely whatever they demanded without hesitation, or question.  My knees were becoming sore by now, and I shifted back and forth rehearsing my subjugation.




The door to the main office opened suddenly, and Dr. Samantha stood there looking down at me.  I immediately dropped my head to the floor and waited, not certain of just how this last session with them would go.




"You've learned well my lowly piece of shit, crawl in here and follow me."




A strange kind of relief came over me, in that I was not punished out of hand,  just on principle.




I quickly crawled in, being careful not to look again at the doctor, unless directed to do so.  Nancy and Christina were sitting in chairs across from Dr. Samantha's, and I plodded toward them, and stopped, sitting back on my haunches, head lowered.




Dr. Sam came and sat in her large easy chair, and crossed her legs, revealing briefly to me that she was not wearing panties.  I dared not react, or show assertion of any kind, and apparently this was well accepted.  She waited a full minute, looking down at my languid form.




She wore her trademark red patent leather suit, and her lips were cherry and glistening, and her bright red hair disheveled and curly.  She was a visual personage that could not be easily described or scrutinized in ordinary terms, but had to be experienced to be believed.




"Have your wounds healed, my disobedient fool?", she whispered.




I quickly nodded my head in the affirmative, fantastically pleased that she would even consider talking to me in a civil tone, let alone ask about my physical welfare.




"I have been discussing your worthlessness with Nancy and Christina, and we are quite enjoying your humiliation....is that not true ladies?"




The beautiful Nancy moved forward a bit, and patted me on the head with her hand.  "Why Dr. Samantha, how could we not respect our pet, he's such a good lapdog, aren't you....boy?"




I nodded quickly, and accentuated my genuine agreement with her, and kept my head down as she taunted me.




Christina grabbed my ear with her fingers, pulled my head up, and spit in my face.  A large blob of saliva ran down my nose onto my mouth and down my chin.




"I can't stand the smell, to tell you the truth", she muttered,  "but I'll tolerate him."




Nancy grabbed my other ear, and held my face upward to her.




"Now why didn't I think of that!".....she spit in my face also, right on my mouth, and the runny saliva dribbled down my chin.  I immediately licked it off and swallowed it, and gathered the rest on my finger and ate it too.




"That's a good, good boy," she said, patting me on the head again.




Dr. Samantha pinched my ears in her hands and pulled me to her.  She reached down and pulled the condom from my penis and held it above my face.




"Mouth open, now!"




I did this immediately, staring up at her in humiliating subservience.




She held the rubber end down over my wide open mouth and the contents dribbled in as she milked it all out.




She lay the used rubber over my forehead and pulled me near to her by my ear.




"Ladies, here is the proper way to feed spit to a patient slave.  Open your mouth you nameless bastard."




My mouth flew wide open and I looked into Dr. Samantha's steel hard eyes as she gathered a mouthful of saliva.  It took her a minute, and she was enjoying the effort no end.




She put her mouth an inch from mine and expelled a large bubbly salivary mess into my open gullet.  It nearly filled my mouth and she held my head and gathered more.  She spit in my mouth three times, and the disgusting mass of oral digestive juice overflowed my lips and dribbled down my chin.




"Now you close your mouth and hold it there you fucking pig until I tell you to swallow it."




She released her grip on my ears and leaned back, looking down at me with genuine abhorrence, savoring every second of my disgrace.  Her spit had a unique tang to it, and I held it there obediently, my head back slightly so that it wouldn't  leak out.




"Look at Nancy and Christina you fucking hog!"




I moved and turned my head toward the pretty nurses and conveyed my absolute subservience with my eyes.




They looked at me in a way that hurt me to my soul, despite my toughening psyche,  and a deep depression came over me as I desperately held the swampy  liquid in my mouth.




Dr. Samantha stood suddenly, and straightened her skirt.




"Ladies, it is time for my group appointment in the basement."




The two nurses left the room then, and Dr. Samantha attached a dog collar around my neck and tied a leash to it.  She pulled me along with her into the treatment room, jerking painfully on my neck.  I could barely keep up, or keep my mouth closed, and I plodded along painfully into the room as she pulled on the leash.




It seemed that I had been destined to serve these women since the beginning of time, and the fulfillment of that mandate was coming to fruition now. I could imagine nothing else than being immersed in the selfless obedience demanded by them,  it was my purpose for being.




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We went to the far left corner of the room to an elevator.  Dr. Sam pushed the button, and the door opened immediately, and she slapped my head and kicked me in the rear, forcing me inside.  I knelt there, still holding the mouthful of spit she had given me, as the elevator began to fall downward.




She looked down at me, apparently examining my general demeanor, then she reached down and pinched my nose tightly, and I was forced to swallow the mess she had deposited in my mouth.  I choked briefly from lack of air, and swallowed one more time to complete the task.




The elevator stopped, the door opened, and she pulled me with her to a small medical examination area.




There were five women sitting around the center, and what looked like a dentist's chair.  She stopped, and spoke to the women, and held my leash upward making the collar bite into my neck. 




"Ladies, this is slave 1522, he doesn't have a name, do you slave?"




I looked up at my master, and to the other women there, I hadn't seen them before, and the way they looked at my nude body gave me chills.




" I don't remember mam."



Suddenly I became very afraid, and looked up at Dr. Samantha for guidance, to let me know what I should do. 




She jerked the leash and pulled me around to the women.  They were older women,  and could have ranged in age from their forties  through sixties. They were uniquely unsympathetic, and their fake smiles reeked of some sadistic bent, and my stomach began to tighten up in anxiety.




I had no friends here, even one of the woman I adored most in this world, Dr. Samantha, was the one who seemed most determined to harm me. 




"On the chair, now!", she droned, "and hurry your ass up."




I quickly sat and leaned back, and the cold feel of the vinyl surface made a chill run up my spine.  I didn't know what to do, and just sat there staring anxiously at the women, who surrounded me, and watched Dr. Samantha, as she proceeded to strap me in to the unusual fixture. 




She strapped my feet into special stirrups, and pulled my knees backward toward my head, spread widely, and locked the chair in that position.  My head, arms, and legs were tightly bound by the thick leather restraints.




My anus and whole genital area was exposed, and she placed a cockring around the base of my penis, to produce an erection.




"Ladies, I am going to perform another deep 'Hypnotropic' conversion process  for this patient, and this will drive him even more hopelessly into an intractable hypnotic crisis.  When he begins his training with Dr. Sidney soon, he will be ready for Electroshock Conversion, similar to that used in mental health facilities,  but actually quite different in concept and execution.  This will begin a more severe and permanent phase of his erasure and reconstitution. 




She checked the straps thoroughly, making sure that I was tightly restrained, and completely immobile.




"Observe ladies, I will now administer a powerful post hypnotic suggestion for the patient's opening fall into trance."




"Patient 1522, you are my slave, my complete and total slave."




I looked at the doctor, and began to slide downward, the world around me evolving into a swirling whirlpool of semi reality.  In a few moments I could see only Dr. Samantha, and her voice was the only thing that mattered here.  I was in a strange limbo of unawareness.  The real world did not exist for me here,  just the timeless presence of Dr. Sam and her voice.




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Dr. Samantha looked closely at the patient, and confirmed that he was in deep super hypnotic stasis.




The women gathered closely around, fascinated by the stunning demonstration.  His head was secured to the resting pad by a strap around the neck and forehead, and she picked up a strange looking piece of gear from a counter nearby.  The unique device was designed to totally cover the cranium of the patient, so that the powerful treatment would be all inclusive.




She attached the power and data leads, and opened a special computer program. 




"Thank you all for your generous contributions to the foundation's financial base, and I assure you that you will greatly enjoy the proceedings.  When I finish the hypnotic conversion, and bring the patient back to full awareness, you will have the opportunity to torture him, to your heart's content.  Bear in mind, of course, that he must not be harmed permanently in any material way."




"The severe pain that he will experience will be crucial in pushing him over the edge, into the consummate submissive state.  Thus, a healthy male patient entering into our program has been reduced, in weeks, to a hypnotically trained, submissive, with practically no memory traces of his past."




"Now, I will induce a carefully designed conditioning program into the head capsule,  and the induction process should take about ten minutes.  During this process his most inner boundaries will be explored, and reformed, and the connection to his past will be ever more distant." 




"This includes a virtual reality component for his visual field, a subliminal auditory element introduced stereophonically, and a tactile dermal disorientation sequence, among other features."




"When he leaves here after six months, he will literally be another person.  During the fifth month of the program, the patient begins the marking period, where total submissiveness and obedience will be completely focused toward the individual buyer."




"The patients are purchased during the fifth month of conversion, after being observed on various occasions by prospective owners."




She activated the program, and the computer buzzed with activity, sending signals to the encapsulated head of the patient.




The women sat on rolling stools around the chair, and became deeply engrossed in the strange conversion process.




The patient convulsed against the straps, and tried, unconsciously,  to shake off the large helmet firmly attached to his head. Indescribable sounds were emanating from beneath the capsule, and his whole body jerked rhythmically to some unknown pulsing source.








Alicia Young was a woman of forty one whose only true entertainment in life consisted of inflicting pain on men.  She had never been married, though she was wealthy, and had designed her own dungeon in her large estate home, and kept it busy around the clock.




Beatrice Parkins, at fifty had found her true vocation, torturing any male subject foolish enough to be seduced into her private spaces. She enjoyed her special status here at the center, and Dr. La Chote welcomed her money, as well as her kinky sexual needs. She would get her money's worth tonight.




Elizabeth Farnsworth, forty three,  had enjoyed many trips to Tijuana, to the clinic, and was one of the center's highly valued regulars.  She enjoyed the joint torture sessions, during which she could enjoy the company of other women of like inclination, and could release her considerable hostility toward the opposite sex.




Margaret Hollings was addicted to the screams of her male subjects, she was sadistic, and angry most of the time, and many unlucky volunteers had experienced her ruthless attentions to their exposed privates.




Ophelia Marks was the eldest of the regulars, at sixty five she had known a lifetime of gratification as a hardcore dominatrix.  At her age though, some less burdensome lifestyle was in order, and with her considerable financial means, she could indulge her need to do horrible things to her captured male victims, especially their vulnerable genitals. She was vastly experienced, and her sexual drive in this pursuit was still unbelievably intense.  She had never met a man that she could not reduce to a whimpering cry baby, once she began her work.




Before long the conversion treatment was finished, and the patient lay there in a pool of sweat, shaking uncontrollably.  Dr. Samantha unshackled and removed the helmet, and the patient's features were at first twisted in anguish, and then, without warning,  relaxed suddenly, and his breathing returned to normal.




She sat beside him, and began the return countdown.




"Listen carefully slave, I am now going to count slowly to ten.  When you awake, you will feel refreshed and fully functional, with no memory whatever of this hypnotic treatment. You will slowly come awake as I progress." 




One.......you are beginning to come out your trance.....two....you feel refreshed and relaxed, and continue to slowly awaken, and you will feel extremely sensitive to any kind of physical stimulus once you are awake.....three....more and more awake.....four.....you have no memory of your trance......five.....coming more awake......six.......slowly awakening, your skin is extremely sensitive when touched.....seven......beginning to wake up now.....eight......coming awake.....nine......almost awake, you remember nothing.....ten....you are now completely, fully awake.




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I opened my eyes, and five women and Dr. Samantha were watching me.  I didn't know who they were or where I was.   I was fully conscious, but had no memory save the wonderful vision of the doctor.   Dr. Samantha sat looking curiously at me, and pulled my eyelids up forcefully, and examined my eyes. 




"You seem to be awake now.....what do you remember?"




I went blank at that moment, and looked at the ceiling, and could recall nothing.




"As you can see, the patient is back to normal physically, but retains no memory whatever of the hypnotic programming or past events before coming here to the clinic.  He has, of course, a powerful memory of his masters, myself, and the other staff MD's."




"During torture he will go into 'Psychiatic Shock', as we call it, and shortly afterward his memory, since he came to the facility,  will return.  He will have almost no memory of his former life.  The process is not completed in this state, however, or completely permanent, until he goes through the remaining conversion process, in the coming months,  including 'Psycho-Annihilitic' electroshock treatments."




"Each of you will be assigned a body area, and you will vent your fervent needs in that area, all of this is, of course video taped for viewing by yourself and many, other venues."




Margaret Hollings spoke up, looking at the patient slave with the dissolute, corrupt,  passion of her knowing eyes, and rubbed her hand over his raised buttocks.




"Will he feel the pain fully?", she whispered.




Dr. Samantha Jones was familiar with the mind set displayed so clearly, and smiled slightly.




"He will be extra sensitive to physical pain after the hypnotic treatment, and you may each have your fun at his expense,  naturally, according to our basic rules."




Ophelia Marks also proffered a question, removing her spectacles briefly.  "May I have his genitals please?", she said in a low tone.




Dr. Sam, raised her head slightly,  "I'm afraid, Ophelia, that we must draw lots for that pleasure, in all fairness to the rest of our guests."




"Now I will assign a bodily area to each of you, so that you may have an exclusive point of concentration, but to be fair I'm going to have you draw a pebble, unseen, from within this jar, and the black pebble will own his penis and testicles for the entire five minutes."




She held the jar out for each woman, and they drew a pebble and displayed it.  Three white pebbles were drawn before the black one, which now lay in the hands of Margaret Hollings.




"Alicia Young, your position is the left buttocks and hip, Beatrice Parkins, yours it the right buttocks and hip, Elizabeth Farnsworth, you will focus on the patient's head and nipple area, Maggie Hollings, you will be positioned between his legs in the prime area,  and Ophelia Marks, you are assigned the feet and hands, which will require you to ply your skills, by moving from one to the other. 




"Ladies, display your equipment cases please, and I will tell you when to begin.  I will use this timer so that you must stop your activity strictly when the buzzer sounds, at five minutes, under penalty of being barred from future visits to the clinic."




Each of the women brought forth their brief case, containing their personal forms of torture apparatus, and each sat at her assigned position in the victim's near proximity, preparing their tools.




Dr. Sam activated several video cameras by remote control, and it was time to begin.




"And now ladies, if there are no further questions, you may start  your work."




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I could hear every word spoken about me, and began to feel a special kind of terror, knowing what was coming very shortly.  I dare not speak, unless requested to do so, and began to panic as the magnitude of my situation dawned on me. I was trembling with a chill that gripped my naked body, and began to shake uncontrollably.  I wanted to yell for mercy, but I knew that it would be pointless.  I didn't know why they hated me in such a fashion, or why Dr. Samantha would allow such a thing, and as I looked at her she stared quietly back at me.




I remembered the whipping by Dr. Sam, and the excruciating pain I endured. I pleaded desperately to the women with my eyes, and this only seemed to excite them more.  I heard the buzzer sound, and I pulled against the thick straps, in panic, in a hopeless attempt to escape the coming pain.




In an instant my body exploded in a horrible paroxysm of agony, from several different locations, and I screamed and gurgled, shaking and tearing at the tight straps.  I could not move, and wave after wave of sharply searing pain wracked my body.




I looked at each of the cruel women, as they did their vicious work, and could see the sexual frenzy in their burning eyes.




I could feel the rough scratching of sandpaper on my left hip, followed by the excruciating pain of a powerful electric discharge probe.  The electric burning proceeded to cook my ass unmercifully, being moved from one position to another to inflict the greatest continuous pain.




Simultaneously my right buttocks ruptured in agony as large needles soaked in alcohol were forced through thick folds of my skin again and again. The swabbing with an alcohol pad increased the pain, and I jumped an jerked as more sharp needles were inserted into my screaming flesh, and trickles blood flowed freely onto a towel laying below.




The most horrific pain came from the instrument shoved up my penis, and which was firing short controlled bursts of electric agony through the most tender male tissue in my body.  TENS constriction electrodes were placed on either side of my exposed testicles and my balls were wrenched with the agony of the sharp crushing pulses.




I screamed again and again as the vicious women continued their horrible work, and only two minutes had passed since the torture began.




Simultaneously I felt very thin,  super sharp needles inserted under my fingernails, first on a right finger, then a left, then the toes of both of my feet.  I shook and howled in unbearable, horrific pain as the women enjoyed themselves. They were all in a high state of sexual ecstasy, some of them actually masturbating themselves, apparently on the verge of a some kind of twisted orgasm.




My shrieking seemed to intensify their efforts, and my whole body exploded again and again in terrifying agony. 




Suddenly as I screamed, I felt some kind of device being forced into my mouth, filling it, and with a screwing motion my lips were quickly ratcheted open. A suction tube removed saliva as I gagged and howled, and as I screeched from the continuing, intractable pain, I felt steel  clamps being snapped onto my nipples, and then two hands on either side of my mouth




I was jumping up and down uncontrollably now, sweat pouring from every pore of my body, and the face looking down at me was heartless, and profane




She held a metal, double tipped probe to my teeth, and the excruciating electric current passed through the sensitive nerve endings of a cavity, and down through my nipples as well, causing me to screech with incredible intensity, shaking and thrashing violently.




"One minute ladies," came the steady voice of Dr. Samantha, "you have one minute left."




It had been four minutes since my sickening horror had begun, and it had seemed like an eternity.  My toes erupted in searing pain as thin slivers were forced in deeply under the toenails, and as alcohol was applied on all of my wounded tissues as an antiseptic, the pain took on a quality that cannot be described, and I began to feel faint from the trauma performed on me . I howled until I had no voice, then I simply made long gurgling sounds.




I looked in mindless desperation at the woman between my legs, and she smiled wickedly, injecting a sharp, biting liquid into the deepest part of  my urethra, causing the pain to rise to an intolerable level . She reveled in my agony as she slowly forced in another strange looking metal probe, and I howled and jumped as she twisted it.




As the woman at my head continued to apply electric current to my teeth and nipples, I jerked violently, and passed out into nothingness.




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When I awoke, I had no concept of my existence, except that I was alive and breathing, and that I felt dull aching in every part of   my body. 




My mind was blank, and I was in some kind of recovery room, which had the dam smell of a strong of germ killing antiseptic. I slowly came around, and was conscious, and  gradually remembered leaving my room earlier that day, but had no memory of anything after that.




My familiar roaming nurse came in, which brought my mind to fuller awareness, and she took my blood pressure and pulse, and put her hand on my forehead.  She had me turn over and examined the wounds on various parts of my body.




"I don't think you were a bad boy this time sport....just part of the process, and it ain't none of my business.  I know they've got a training schedule here that's very strange, but I just do my job, and get paid real good for it.  You'll be leaving the clinic area as soon as they're finished with you, and I'll come around to give you medication in your room later.  Are you very sore?"




"I hurt all over but just mostly just a dull aching in my penis and nuts, and my dam fingernails are really sore, and my whole butt is real sore.  I can't remember how I got these wounds and I'm dam glad about it.  I wish I knew what was going on?"




"No....no you don't dipshit....it's better that you just let the process happen and you'll wind up much happier in the end."




"They'll have a salve or something to put up your cock, I've no doubt, and I'll be doing that for you and tending to your wounds for a few days.  You might even be able to jack off for me when you're feeling better, that should make you forget about the pain in your dick."




She left, and soon after a nurse came in and prepared me to be discharged.




I was in the hospital wing of the clinic, adjacent to Dr. Samantha's office, but I didn't see her, or either of her two nurses. 




I was instructed that I would be required to show up for my scheduled appointment at the masturbation area immediately after leaving here, but that when they finished with me there I could recuperate for three full days before my next appointment with Dr. Sabrina Sidney and her staff.




I was in no condition for a visit to the masturbation nurses, but had no choice, and was required to do what I was told.  She checked my bandages and had me lay on my back so she could work on my penis. She gently gripped my cock and stroked it up and down a few times to produce a modest erection. Despite my injuries I responded well, and getting a hardon was no problem.




She gave me a strong pain killing hypo, and then gently inserted the tip of a plastic container into my pisshole and slowly filled my urethra with a cool medicated pain killing cream. 




The discomfort left at once, and was replaced with a soothing sensation.




"This should get you through the masturbation center, though I know they're a little rough at times.  You're not scheduled for your next appointment for three days after that, so you'll have time to heal"




She kneaded my dick and slowly squeezed out the cream, and wiped everything off with a towel. She looked at me and risked something resembling a smile, and patted my penis and released it.




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I went out into the hallway, and headed down toward the other end where the masturbation clinic was located.  I went inside, and sat in the reception area.  There were two males and a female there, the males were clothed, but the female was nude.  None of us were desirous of eye contact, and we all looked down as I found a place to sit near the door.




This unique situation did something to one's whole concept of modesty, and patient behavior was difficult to predict under such strange circumstances. The woman was a pretty brunette, obviously very nervous, and did not look at me at all.




Sandy Elam opened the door and called for the female patient.  The woman was in her thirties, and very pretty, and my imagination ran wild as to the contents of her session.  The thought sent a sexual charge through me, and my penis became semi erect.  I focused on keeping my mind off that, however, and the two other males there, who were clothed avoided eye contact, but I suspected that they had the same kind of problem.




Elke Funker appeared, and removed one of the males, and then Sandy came again, for the other male.  Sandy looked at me with that mysterious smile of hers as she stood there holding the door, the treacherous smile that I had come to know so well.  The door closed, and I sat there for another fifteen minutes waiting.  I was becoming restless, and gently squeezed my penis, and a small amount of medicated cream oozed out.  I wiped it in my pubic hair, and decided to leave things as they were.




Suddenly the door opened, and the pretty female patient came out, visibly upset, and without thinking, looked at me as she passed.  She was extremely embarrassed, and when our eyes met, her deep humiliation poured out to me.  She grinned awkwardly, and quickly left, and she reeked a strong, musky vaginal odor as she slipped by me.




Finally the door opened again, and Sandy stood there with that dammed inscrutable smile on her face.  I jumped up and followed her into the main area, and down the hall bordering the cubicle chambers.  Sandy was indeed a striking woman.  Her blond hair outlined a cute face with perfectly sculpted features, and the aura of her ruthless sexuality permeated the whole area around her.




She had vast experience in the humiliating manipulation of the male and female sexual apparatus, quite beyond her years, and the sadistic employment of every possible avenue to that end.  My penis was becoming erect again, and I carefully watched that there was no leakage of the soothing creme inside onto the carpet.




We went into the same chamber where I had been milked so relentlessly on my last appointment here by a group of women, and I cringed from the prospect of another such spectacle.  Sandy closed the door and had me sit as she read a report on her clipboard. 




"Hmmmmmm.....looks like you're a little tender this time....ok we can work with that.  Sit back please."




I eased back in the comfortably padded chair and spread my legs widely, and raised them back, putting my feet on the supports, so that my lower area was completely exposed to her. 




"Good boy," she murmured.




She pulled on some latex gloves and examined my penis thoroughly, and stroked it so that it stood out fully erect.  She gently squeezed out the remaining medication, and wiped my pisshole with a soft paper towel.  Then she poured a few drops of lubricant on her finger, and shoved it all the way up my asshole, and moved it around my prostate as she stared into my eyes.  She plopped her finger out and wiped my ass clean.




"Looks good."




She kneaded my balls and rolled them in her fingers as she gently slapped my stone hard dick.  She looked up at me and rubbed her finger over my sensitive


meatus.  "We can definitely milk you today, no problem.  Your balls are full. You know that I'm going to make you eat your semen don't you?  Yes you do."  She ginned slightly, rubbing the underside of my dickhead.




She got up and opened the door, "This way please."




We walked down the corridor and turned right and went over to the other side of the large inner area.  She looked at me as she opened the door to a side room.




"You first."




I went in, and in the center of the small room was some kind of weird contraption, which looked suspiciously like a milking machine.  It was a restraint fixture about six feet tall, and had a number of immobility straps from top to bottom.  There were several video cameras focused on the fixture, and two of them at the top, at eye level.  A computer setup was nearby, and other kinds of electronic equipment. 




"Step in here please," she indicated with her hand, "and lay against the pads."




I did so, and eased down against the slightly inclined padded body supports, and gripped rubber covered handholds on either side.  She nudged my heels slightly, until my feet were fitted into padded holders, then she strapped my ankles, legs,  arms, hands, neck, head, and torso,  so that I was completely immobile.  She moved a floor mounted masturbation device forward, and forced my penis into the nozzle.  Then she adjusted the device until the suction head completely encased my dick.


There was a sealed glass container installed directly in front of my face, with a plastic tube leading into it from the top.




She programmed and activated the computer sequence, and the device automatically tightened, and moved up my penis, holding it securely.  Then she applied small 'TENS' electrode pads in several places at the base of both my scrotal sacs, and at the top nerve plexuses. She then took a short, curved, metal probe, with a lead coming out of it, and slowly forced it into my anus until it rested snugly against my prostate gland. Then she applied two heart monitor electrodes on my chest, and small electrode pads to either side of the back of my neck.




She opened a sealed paper envelope and took out a moist pad about two inches square, and carefully and stuck it to my lower groin area.




"This pad gives off a powerful aphrodisiac directly into your skin, and will activate quickly, and produce extreme arousal while you are on the machine.  I have to remove it when I return or you would go into what we refer to as, 'Broadening Libidinous Irretractability', and that could be harmful to your health."




She then activated an online sex show program inception, and stood in front of me smiling.  "All comfy?, she queried, rubbing her hand over my head.




"Yes mam, " I stated, looking at her anxiously.




She started the program, and the 'online' red light appeared near the two cameras in front of my face.




"All you have to do is just relax and let the machine do the work.  I've set it up to be gentle, but I'm afraid you'll find, it is quite effective and relentless. This computer program is ingenious, and you will be manipulated in a number of  ways to produce recurrent ejaculation. You will be on the machine for forty five minutes, and I can promise you that there will be nothing left in your balls when I return."




"You'll notice the small glass jar directly in front of you....your extracted semen will be deposited here, for you, and the audience to observe.  You will be required to drink it all when I return."




"Oh yes, this kind of event usually draws fifty or sixty thousand online viewers by the end of a session.  Right now there are, lets see,  two thousand men and women  looking at your face,  but that will increase very quickly."




"The physical monitors will keep me assessed of your status at all times."




"I'll return in exactly forty five minutes....and I must warn you, this machine is designed to help us in our study of Irrefractive Testes Evacuation, and you will find that much will be required of you during the coming three quarters of an hour."  




"Do have fun!"




She left and clicked the door shut, and bolted it from the outside. I looked stupidly at the cameras in front of me, scarcely able to imagine who was watching me now, or what they were thinking. 




A warmth came over me, and I closed my eyes and gasped involuntarily, and a wonderfully nasty feeling took over, causing a warming of my whole body, especially my genital area.  At the same time the suction device tightened a bit, and began to vibrate gently, and started to move with an undulating motion up and down my fully erect penis.




I felt my balls tighten, and my prostate began to tingle, and the sensation was pleasurable beyond description.  I looked at the cameras as my eyes rolled back in rapture, and as the tight mouthlike chamber began to suck on my rock hard member, I began to tremble and moan, and felt myself sliding into a downward tunnel of lust, and my eyes bulged open in ecstasy, as I jerked out a thick load of semen into the depths of the mechanical suckhole. 




I  quivered, and grunted strange sounds as the seminal fluid squirted out of me, and was drawn upward into the glass receptacle near my face.  I was pumping insanely as thick gushers of viscous cum shot into the jar, and the accumulated mass of foamy white scuzz covered the bottom of the vessel.  After a prolonged and intense ejaculation the stimulation subsided, and I could feel only a slight vibration and tingling of my sexual apparatus.




I looked at the white cream in front of me and to the camera, unwilling at this juncture, to even try to hide my self, or my activities from a leering online audience. I stared at them, and let them enjoy my onscene usage to the fullest.




I rested against the straps, and was actually very comfortable, and not in positional stress, and I could hear soft elevator music in the background, and I must admit that it was quite soothing, and relaxing.  Within minutes, the process began again, and I felt the suction device begin it's wonderful pull on my still erect penis.




I looked through glazed eyes at the cameras as the powerful tightening and tingling increased in my testes and prostate, and I could feel the tops of my scrotal sac tighten, forced on by an unstoppable electric pull.  The extraction cylinder began to undulate again, up and down my cock, smoothly, and effortlessly, and my penis sank easily in and out of the super slick opening.




It moved faster as the stimulation in my balls increased, and a powerful ejaculation was on me again before I knew it.  I opened my mouth in delight, and stared at the audience as I jumped against the restraints, and drooled as I pumped another heavy load into the device.  I gasped and grunted, and the semen once again spit from my manipulated dick, and upward, and accumulated in the collection jar.




The level  went up noticeably, as the thick goo splashed in, and I hung there in pleasure, fully supported by the wonderful machine.  I was beginning to perspire, from my efforts, and licked my lips as I gazed into the internet.  It was hard telling how many people were watching by now, but I was sure it was probably in the tens of thousands.  Such a thought suddenly became quite frightening to me, and I panicked for a moment, and stared in horror at the unblinking video cameras.




I calmed again, as I hung there resting at ease,  the music was so relaxing to the ear, from some bygone era, the pleasant and melodic sounds of windswept fields, summer days, and the simple joys of life.




I was brought to full awareness once more scarcely four minutes later by the familiar tingling in my privates, and the increased movement of the extraction device.  I licked my lips and inhaled deeply as the motion increased, and my penis was only semi erect at this time, having twice been milked so wonderfully by the incredible machine.




The aphrodisiac patch was doing it's nasty work very well, and I trembled with sexual lust and need as my cock was masturbated again.  The suction tube moved a little faster this time, and the involuntary tightening of my gonads was a bit more intense, and I stared at the cameras with a flaccid face, enjoying another milking.  It took longer this time, and I humped my hips in a fucking motion as the jacking progressed. 




I was becoming just a little less comfortable during the stimulation now, but the suction mouth felt so good that I was soon brought to the edge again, and after intense jacking, the machine brought me off proficiently.  I scrunched up my face as the semen was sucked out of me, and more of it spouted into the glass collection container.  The seminal cream lined the edge of the jar, and was rising with every extraction.




Gratefully, the stimulation slowed to a crawl, but did not stop completely, and I felt the very slow pulsation of the cocksucking portal, and the intermittent tightening and loosening of my testes and prostate. The extreme pleasure that I had formerly enjoyed had waned noticeably, and the strain on my reproductive equipment was becoming more pronounced.




I had experienced three ejaculations so far, and barely twenty one minutes had elapsed according to clock on the wall.  As I thought about this I began to feel just a pang of concern, since there were nearly twenty four minutes to go.  An anxious tingling in my stomach was interrupted by a new cycle, and the whole thing started again, and the device began sucking me off inexorably, putting into motion the same effective stimulations that had drained me so completely since the session began.




The device seemed to anticipate exactly, the wear on my system, and increased the efficacy of it's work accordingly.  The tube began moving more rapidly, and I felt a new sensation at the tip of my penis that duplicated remarkably, the feel of a lapping tongue.  My prostate and testes were receiving spaced impulses, and this seemed to aggravate my ejaculation mechanism into overstimulation.




I was feeling a bit of discomfort now as the merciless suck engine worked me over again, and I grunted in spontaneous pleasure as I was brought to the next, and more difficult orgasm.  When I finally got my nuts off after the machine's concentrated and efficient effort, extreme pleasure twisted my balls, and I groaned in a painful kind of bliss, but only squirted a modest amount of fluid into the container.




I was sweating now, and wiggled uncomfortably in the very tight restraints, and knew that I was in for it, and tried to prepare myself for the continuing onslaught of forced extraction.




The machine was slowly working on me even between sessions, and the powerful sex drugs being soaked into my system were keeping me in a super horny state.


twenty eight  minutes had gone by and the strain on my genitals was becoming oppressive to say the least. 




I felt the ruthless machine begin another cycle, and I pushed against the straps, trying to find a more comfortable position for the next milking.  The suction hole was moving more rapidly each cycle, and though there was practically no friction, my pecker was becoming more refractive to further stimulation each time.




The suction device produced what can be called the most incredible blowjob imaginable, sucking and moving perfectly, and my balls and inner bowels were tightened in pleasure-pain as the cycle progressed.




I was shaking now a bit, and a chill ran over me as the cold blooded machine went for another jackpot of my dwindling sperm.  It sucked so perfectly that I gritted my teeth and hummed as I approached another ejaculation.  It was beginning to hurt now, and my eyes watered for the camera as I went limp, and jolted another small wad into the collector.  I grunted in a low monotone, pumping my hips, as the cum was sucked out of me totally against my will.




I hung there in great discomfort now, and the savage milker continued the low stimulation, preparing me for another event.




I tried to think of something less erotic, but the hot drugs frying my bloodstream would not allow it, and every nasty fantasy I had ever enjoyed flooded my mind, coming back to haunt me.




It started again, and the relentless super blowjob continued, and my captured penis was becoming raw, despite the well lubricated suction chamber.  The remorseless mechanical device began to torment me again, pumping my swollen dick with a vengeance, and my whole sexual apparatus was aflame with a palpable stress.




The lapping sensation increased at the entrance to my pisshole, and the metal dildo up my ass began to vibrate steadily.  My tired eyes must have looked like pissholes in the snow as I gazed helplessly at the two cameras, authors of my humiliation to a vast audience of leering Internet viewers, who were enjoying my torment enormously.




The machine went into overdrive, focusing a concerted effort on my coming seminal annihilation, and I groaned with a lecherous monotone at the viewers, and pumped my hips as I yelled in pulsing shouts of anguish.  My whole lower body went into spasm, and the unintelligible sounds I was making must have been quite amusing to the captivated audience.




My balls spasmed with an extremely intense ejaculation, and I vibrated and grunted as every possible drop of semen was expertly milked out, and sucked from me, dripping slowly into the half full, half pint collection jar.




I was quivering in pain now, and sweating profusely as I hung there on the immovable straps, and moaned as I looked at the large volume of my most private manly substance, in full lecherous view of what could be fifty thousand unsympathetic onlookers.




I really didn't care about that as much as I craved release from this maniacal suck monster.




With three minutes to go the dreaded machine went into action again, and I looked at the cameras, complete desperation in my face and eyes, and yelled for the mercy that was but a few paltry minutes away.  "Nooooooooo! Nooooooooo!




The machine cared as much about my discomfort as a millionaire cares about the cost of living, and the dam thing started again with a scant few minutes to go.  The rapid movement up and down my poor penis became a blur of motion, and as I groaned and squeaked in pain, I looked desperately at the hands of the super slow clock.  My balls were squeezed in a fiery grip of electrical crushing, and my prostrate was vibrating like a gong hit by a sledgehammer.




I whimpered and began to cry as the sadistic bastard machine squeezed out the last remaining molecule of anything resembling liquid from my poor nuts, and I jerked in one last paroxysm of ferocious pain and ecstasy, and pummeled against the straps, making sounds like a newborn baby.




I heard the bolt latch click, on the outside, and Sandy walked in, acting for all the world like she was taking a stroll in the park.




"Please........please.........please.......I grunted."




She quickly went over and turned off the suction program, and I slumped in a cold sweat, ecstatic that it was finally over.




The device released me completely, and my swollen cock fell out, completely limp and useless.




She moved the machine back out of position gently gripped my dick and balls.  I recoiled from her touch, and she laughed and she ripped off the aphrodisiac patch, then went around to my front, and removed the pint jar.  She looked at me playfully, and took out a straw, stuck it in the container, and held it to my lips. 




"Down the hatch!", she whispered blithely, mmmmm.....yummy!"




I put my lips over the straw, and looking into Sandy's amused eyes, and then to the watching camera, began to sip out the scuzzy seminal fluid and swallow it.  The disgusting liquid made me grimace in nausea, but I managed to drink it all down, and empty the jar.




"Good boy!  I'll bet your audience enjoyed that too.  Looks like sixty one thousand viewers with a ninety seven percent rating.  You must have put on quite a show for them."




She released the straps, and I backed out of the fixture, my legs a bit wobbly, and she led me out into the main area.




She had me sit in an open cubicle for a moment, to inspect my dick and balls again.  I sat back, legs spread, and she gently felt of my swollen nuts and peeled back the blood raw foreskin. 




"Did you have fun?, she laughed. 




She put on rubber gloves again and pinched my the tip of my glans and opened my red, swollen meatus, and looked carefully inside.




I was in a deep state of obedience at this point in my training, and I took any question seriously, always wanting to give the desired answer.  "Yes, mam."




She laughed again and wiped my cock and balls gently with a damp, medicated throw away pad.  "Sure you did!"




She slipped a condom on my dickhead to prevent leakage, and stood and removed her latex gloves.




"Ok you can go back to your room again, and I hear you're in for a three day rest, plenty of time for your pecker and balls to heal up. Sally French tells me she is your roaming nurse right now.  She's a nasty thing ain't she?"




She got up and I followed her to the reception area entrance.  She opened the door and I exited quickly into the hallway.




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I passed through the crowded reception area, and I think my raw privates may have attracted a few stares, but at this point I just didn't care.




Once in my room I took a slow shower and gently washed my wounded body. The feeling was fantastic, and after drying thoroughly, I took a pain killer and sat down to enjoy TV for awhile. Before long I was in bed resting comfortably, very happy for a much needed healing break.




It usually didn't take long for my reproductive system to reconstitute, and I was not unpleased at the prospect of a visit tomorrow by nurse Sally.  That could be interesting. 




I drifted into a complete sleep, and vowed to take advantage of a late morning rest. 
































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