2008.12.10 09:06:34

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Fiction Writings → The Estate 35-58 (Archives 2004)

Randy adjusted the stirrups on the examination couch, a tray next to it containing an interesting assortment of devices he looked forward to using that evening. Dimming the lights slightly, he went into the adjoining room and returned carrying a limp Jasmine easily against his broad chest. He placed her, fully clothed, on the couch, hiking up her skirt just enough to secure her legs in the stirrups on either side, exposing a generous portion of her slender thighs and pantyhose. She rolled her head about, trying to glean some clue as to who was handling her, but was unable to see because of thick sunglasses placed there earlier when the attendants had first brought her down. She moaned slightly, still barely able to move or speak. Securing her arms to a strap behind her head, he slowly removed the shades, allowing her to get a good look at who was going to be administering to her this evening.

''Yoooouhh....'' she slurred, seeing Randy for the first time, her legs twitching slightly as her elbows began waving about. He guessed that was about as good a fight as she'd put up this evening, and began to undress her.

''So, how shall we begin the evening, perhaps I can help you out of your clothes, Ma'am?'', he asked, reaching for her blouse and slowly unbuttoning the crisp white fabric. She groaned, horrified that he of all people would be able to have his way with her.

''Sssstopppp...", was all she could force out with her thickened tongue as he continued pulling her blouse apart, reveling at the sight of two plump breasts barely contained by a lacy full cupped bra. Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples he was delighted to see they at least weren't acting too drugged. He continued to rub and knead them until both were tautly erect, straining against the sheer fabric. Moving along her side he unzipped the front of her skirt, exposing her sweet thighs and the tight little panty under black pantyhose.

''Nnnnnnngh....''Jasmine protested, actually managing to buck her pert bottom off the couch. He was impressed with her efforts to avoid his touch, which only served to whet his appetite for her.

''I do so love a struggle," Randy grinned, tugging at the top of her pantyhose and sliding them down whenever her cheeks left the couch. Pulling them over the tops of her knees he grabbed the center cotton panel and buried his nose in it, breathing deeply, inhaling her scent.

''Delicious," he said, ''but lets get a good look at what's under these panties.'' Running his hands up her legs he admired the long slender muscles that twitched under his caresses. He kneaded the soft butter of her inner thighs and ran his thumbs over the center of her panties, rubbing her scent into the moist panel. Ducking under her restrained legs and kneeling between them he stared at the plump vulva encased in satin before him. He rubbed his nose there, again inhaling her scent, this time sharper, more pronounced. His lips and tongue tried to spread her lips apart under the sheer panel, dampening the crotch further as she squirmed weakly against him. Seeing her head laying back he stood up and leaned forward, pressing his stiff cock into her pantied groin, and reached around her head, tipping the headrest forward so that her chin was on her chest.

''Now we can both enjoy this,'' he said, delighted at the look of shock on her face. Returning to her panties he slowly worked his thumbs under the wet center panel, rubbing her plump outer lips and pulling the satin away from them. Reaching over to the tray he took a pair of scissors and snipped the thin fabric over her hips, peeling back the satin to reveal her moist inner lips peeking out of a soft nest of light brown hair. He reached over to the controls and the couch began moving, bringing her knees higher and spreading her legs further apart. She squealed in protest, her struggles making her even more vulnerable and desirable to Randy. Her delicious pussy was now fully exposed in all its glory, the delicate inner petals open and moist. Crouching down he breathed in her scent and slowly began to lick, sweeping his tongue from the thin membrane under her moist entrance to the top of her lips, parting her pubic hair and stopping just before her clitoris. Pulling her folds aside with his thumbs he plunged his stiffened tongue deep into her, tasting the richer nectar that lay there, bringing down her salt sweet juices into his mouth and throat. Sucking and licking all her folds he didn't fail to notice she had stopped struggling. Smiling, he took another deep taste, careful to avoid touching the proud little pearl beginning to peek from her folds. He felt her hips begin to try and get that last half inch of tongue over her clit, but he dodged her weak efforts, continuing to drink the juices that were running from her, doing what he'd desired to do for so many years. He felt her pussy start to pulse and contract around his tongue and he paused, looking up at her. She was moaning heavily, her eyes forced to watch her involuntary arousal to his insistent tonguing. Hating him and desiring the pleasure all at once she started to understand the frustration she'd inflicted on all those men these last several years.

''MMmmmmmm,'' Randy moaned, the hum from his lips adding a surge of pleasure as his tongue dove back inside her. He licked carefully inside, hooking upward to scrape the edge of her G spot, sending down another wave of feminine juices that he eagerly licked up. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious as her quivering little pussy did at that moment, it's every fold thoroughly inspected by his tongue and it's every tremble a reminder of her helpless state. Feeling her lips become swollen with blood he paused, catching his breath and stood up, adjusting his rock hard cock that strained against his pants before continuing.

"Now's the fun part", he said, ducking back under her legs and coming around to her side. Reaching over to her face he turned her head to him and, forcing her jaws apart, covered her mouth with his, snaking his tongue deep into her unwilling mouth, smearing her face and lips with a coating of her own slick juices. Seeing how it turned her on he continued with his deep tonguing of her mouth, reaching down and tweaking her left nipple through her brassiere, all the while holding her jaw open with his other hand. She was moaning uncontrollably, the drug and restraints keeping her limbs helpless, but her body still able to buck and surge with arousal and frustration.

''You know,'' he said, pulling back from her gasping mouth and turning her eyes to face him, ''That Director is one smart woman. Want know what she made me promise?'' he asked, seeing her eyes slowly focus on him. He leaned closer, bringing his lips across hers, teasing them with light caresses of his own. ''She told me 'No penetration'.'' He paused, letting that sink in, ''Now isn't that clever?'' He stood upright, stretching as she moaned and tears began to ltrail down the sides of her flushed cheeks. Pulling her head over to look at him she pleaded with her eyes, moaning and trying to move her hips seductively. He watched her for a moment, savoring the power he wielded over her body and mind.

"Shaking that booty works on your boyfriends, I know,'' he said.

''Won't work on me, Ms.Teasing Bitch. It's your turn now.....''

Chapter 36

Turning back to her chest he unsnapped the center clasp of her bra, freeing her round firm breasts which barely sagged to the sides, even as large as they were, and he ran his palms over both of them, massaging and squeezing then firmly and bringing her nipples back to stiff attention, making her wince with the too strong sensation. He again adjusted the couch, this time lowering it nearly to the floor and lowered her legs back to a less extreme angle. Releasing her breasts he briefly admired the pale red squeeze marks he'd left and began unbuckling the belt to his pants. Her eyes widened in alarm, beginning to suspect his intentions. Taking his time he slid his jockeys off and draped them over her face, causing her to try vainly to shake them off. Laughing, he rubbed the crotch in her face, making her inhale his musky scent. She tried to avoid the damp fabric but his hand simply followed her until she gave up, her nose deep in the rank folds of his underwear as her eyes glared at him.

''Get used to it, Jasmine.'' he said. '' Now open.......'' She struggled as he pried open her unwilling jaws easily, stuffing the stained panel onto her tongue and holding her mouth shut with one hand.

''If those jockeys so much as make one move...'' he threatened, reaching over to the table and holding up a vicious looking nipple clamp, "Remember, she didn't say anything about using these''. She nodded quickly, her eyes round and filled with tears. He placed it on her forehead, clamping several strands of damp hair to hold it. He resumed his playing with her proud breasts, sucking them deep into his mouth, nursing the hard nipples firmly against his teeth and palate while his hands squeezed and pulled them in every direction. Her moans turned to real cries of pain as he continued mauling them, pulling them deep into his mouth and covering her areolas with small bites and hickies. Pausing to look up at the clock he glanced down at her and said, ''Don't worry, only ten more minutes to go, then the prep for your punishment can begin." Her moan of shock at his words was all he needed to hear as he returned to his steady torment. With one last strong suck that stretched her nipple well away from her breast, Randy let it go with a sharp pop, the poor swollen nipple bouncing back and making her breasts jiggle so attractively. He cupped them both, admiring the bites and bruises there, knowing her boyfriend was going to hear an interesting explanation later that evening, if she decided to go home after this.

''You know,'' he said, getting up and swinging one leg over the couch to sit astride her, his balls resting just below her tender breasts, ''You were so cooperative I think I'll skip those big nipple clamps I held up earlier, if that's all right with you?'' She nodded a tearfull thanks, relieved to avoid any additional pain, hoping the worst was over.

''Good, we won't use the big nasty cruel clips.'' he agreed, feeling her tense under him, knowing by now she knew there was a catch.

''That's right Jasmine, there's a catch", he said, holding up two tiny gold dragons, each one coiled to the diameter of the finger they were perched on.

''There are special,'' he explained, holding them close for her to get a good look, "Each one is made from a memory metal. That means they're one shape when cold, another shape when warm. I've had these on ice for the last two hours and they're starting to warm up, here on my finger.''

''But my finger isn't very warm,'' he continued, cupping her bruised left breast and pinching the nipple till it was painfully firm. She squealed as he pulled the dragon off his finger and twirled it onto her nipple till it was coiled snug and firm against the areola, the nipple swollen and firmly trapped by its own blood supply. She began crying in earnest, panic straining her limbs in a desperate effort to shake the tiny creatures off her nipples. Begging with her eyes she tried for his mercy but hope died in her heart at seeing the expression on his face and the rampant cock now pointing between her breasts. He carefully repeated the procedure with the other nipple, giving her a matched set of glittering dragons, each proudly coiled around both straining nipples.

''Can you feel the heat starting to tighten them?" he asked, squeezing her breasts together and sliding his thick cock between them, a clear drop shining at the tip. She nodded a vigorous yes, imagining she could feel the slightest increase on her already tender nipples.

''ell you what,'' he said, looking at her and drawing the moment out as if thinking, ''You help me come as quickly as possible and I'll take them off. The sooner I come, the sooner your tits are free. Deal?'' She started crying harder now, the pain in her breasts increasing as she nodded a reluctant yes, knowing how she was going to have to perform. Smiling at her decision he slid forward and removing his now soggy underwear from her mouth, slid the tip of his cock across her lips and onto her tongue. She gagged and started struggling as the thick head of his cock touched the back of her throat, but pinned between the headrest and his hips she had nowhere to go as he continued pushing in and out of her unresisting mouth. The angles were all wrong though, he realized after a minute, feeling her teeth scrape painfully over the shaft buried deep in her mouth. Sighing he pulled out partially and paused there, much to her alarm, thinking he'd changed his mind and would let the dragons do their work.

''You know what I forgot?'' he said, shaking his head sadly, looking down at his cock resting on her wet lips, ''The Director said no penetration and I guess that means any orifice, including your mouth.'' He leaned over for something on the cart next to her head, She sagged in relief until she saw the dental clamp in his hand.

''Urrgkkkgh,'' she coughed, struggling violently as he quickly forced the appliance into her mouth, over her teeth and locking her jaws into a wide open gape, her tongue and the back of her throat exposed. Taking a tube of KY he applied a thick coat to his cock and hand and leaned back over her, pushing his cock into his fist over her mouth and began stroking his hips back and forth, teasing the head of his cock with her captive tongue and lips.

'Much better', he grunted, drawing his cock all the way back into his hand, leaving a thick layer of KY piled on the swollen head of his cock and then sliding forward, past the clamp and into her mouth, where he smeared the KY and some pre-cum onto her tongue, causing her to salivate and gag. Her breasts were being crushed by his thighs, drawing moans of pain from her as he rocked back and forth, his inner thighs crushing the dragons onto her nipples. Her mouth, held open by the clamp was slowly filling with saliva and lubricant, forcing her to begin breathing through her nose. Seeing the pool collecting there he sat back and simply held her nose shut until she had to get air, choking and letting the sticky mess slide down her throat. Once that was done he resumed pumping into his fist, teasing himself with the sight of his cock sliding into her struggling mouth. Glancing at the clock he saw it was time to finish and slowly picked up the tempo. Her breath was being forced in and out of her lungs by the rocking of his thighs on her chest, "Unnh..unnh..unnh", she groaned, her grunts and cries of pain keeping time with his stroke. He began to tense up, the sweat dripping off his legs, making him slip over her breasts, the tiny gold dragons stretching and pricking her nipples as his tempo increased. Leaning forward, he aimed his cock at her open mouth, hot come beginning to surge up the shaft.

"Look up at me when I come, Jasmine." he grunted, making sure her eyes were on his as the first jet of come rose through his cock, perched on the edge of her quivering lips. She looked up as the first thick jet splashed onto her tongue, making her gag and prompting him to hold her head steady while he continued to fill her mouth with thick creamy ropes of come, pumping into his fist and making sure every last drop wound up in her mouth. It had been almost a full week since his last orgasm, and his balls and prostate were full to overflowing. She felt her mouth filling, grossed out and nauseous at the quantity of hot semen she was going to have to swallow. Jet after jet he continued, pumping four, five, six thick jets of semen, followed by several fat drops that he wiped over her lips, shaking with the effort as he ran his thumb and index finger up and down his softening shaft, squeezing every last drop out. Sitting back, exhausted with the best orgasm he'd had in many years, he watched her lay there, eyes wide with alarm, with an unbelievable amount of come in her mouth. She struggled against his hand keeping her head straight, preventing her from spilling any of the thick semen from the back of her throat and he could see her trying not to swallow. Reaching over to the tray he turned back holding a small digital camera.

''Smile'', he said, getting several shots, her eyes widening with horror.

''Now....remember your promise Jasmine'', he said, reminding her by flicking a bruised nipple. Her tongue struggled with the sticky mess burning the back of her throat, trying to push it somewhere to escape the horrible salt/bleach flavor. Sticking his cock back in her mouth he swirled it around, coating her lips and teeth evenly with semen. She nearly gagged.

''Here, let me help you", he offered, slowly backing off the clamp that held her jaws open. With a groan she felt her jaws work free of the appliance, only to have him hold them firmly in both hands, pointing her head back to look at him.

"You can swallow more easily now", he said, watching as her jaws closed and her throat began to wrok to swallow the thick mass down in several gulps. Her eyes began tearing and her stomach heaving at the mess of semen and KY laying there.

''Lick the last drop'', he ordered, watching as her tongue got the last thick bead on the tip of his softening cock before leaning back to get something from the tray, his thighs once again pushing the tiny sharp dragons onto the tender flesh of her nipples.

''Here's one last gift for this evening,' 'he said, showing her a collection vial, ''It's a gift from one of your...patients. He thought you might enjoy the fruits of your labors.'' She groaned, twisting her head away from the approaching vial, realizing who's semen it was. Randy brushed the warm vial against her cheeks and lips, making sure she saw how full it was.

''Open up , Jasmine,'' he said firmly as he cupped her jaw in one hand and turned her back to face him, ''You can do this on your own or you can wait for me to help you.'' he suggested. She hesitated, simply unable to open her jaws for another drop of sperm. Her stomach recoiled at the thought and she gagged slightly as he leaned back over her and dragged his semi-hard cock over her lips.

''Open,'' he said, giving no hint of anger, just a firm command that she reluctantly followed, opening her lips to let the head of his cock slide past them.

''Wider'', he insisted. Her jaws opened once more, this time to avoid touching the thick shaft resting on her tongue as he slid in further, again almost touching the back of her throat.

''Now stay there, just like that. If you so much as move....'' He didn't need to finish the sentence, as a small cry and a quick nod told him that she would obey. He took the vial and swirling the contents, slowly poured the thick sperm down the side of his cock, letting it flow into her unresisting, open mouth. Her eyes widened in alarm as it began to fill the back of her throat, the burning sensation once again causing her to nearly gag.

''Keep your eyes open.'' he prompted her, forcing her to watch as the creamy contents continued to slide down his cock. She could taste the bitter difference in John's semen as it flowed over her tongue. He squeezed the last dollop out of the tube, feeling her tongue and lips work around his cock, unintentionally making him swell in her mouth as she worked to avoid the sperm pooled there. He leaned back, still lodged in her unwilling mouth and stretched luxuriously, savoring the moment. Looking down at her he was delighted as she waited, her mouth deliciously full of him, obedient to his every command. He would savor this moment for a long time. ''OK, you can swallow now.'' he said, holding her lips in a tight seal around him as her throat and tongue worked to clear the thick creamy stuff from her mouth. He waited, his cock not wanting to leave her warm confines as she grudgingly licked his shaft clean, only needing a glance from him to comply.

''Excellent!'' he commended her, slipping slowly out of her mouth. ''That was so completely satisfying, don't you think so?'' Jasmine gave a small reluctant nod as her throat continued to work on the semen coating it.

''You probably want to finish the rest of this don't you?'' he asked, holding up the remaining cum left in the vial. She started crying again as she shook her head in a desperate 'No!' , realizing the outcome even as she refused.

''If you really want this last bit of cum, you'll open your mouth and stick out your tongue'', he suggested, ''Or I'll leave the little dragons to do their work.'' With a sobbing cry Jasmine opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Randy turned the vial over and settled it into her mouth, both of them watching as the last semen trickled out.

''Keep it there while I clean up.'' he said, getting up off her chest and stretching his legs. He busied himself for the next couple of minutes putting away all evidence of his activities.

"Oh, by the way", he said, grinning at her moans as he came back over her and began twisting the tiny dragons off of her swollen nipples,''No such thing as nipple clamps made of memory metal, these are just earrings."

Chapter 37

Raising the couch back to it's normal height Randy ignored her crying as he carefully wiped her face and chest with a washcloth, rubbing her breasts firmly and toweling them briskly dry before putting her brassiere back on, the sheer full cups covering all the evidence of his pleasure at her breasts. Straightening her legs somewhat he slid her pantyhose down to her calves, releasing one leg to slip them off, then re-securing it before doing the same with the other leg. Extending her legs back up into the air he began stroking her cleft, rubbing gently across her full swollen lips until she began to moan, her vagina pulsing with a small bead of moisture that glistened at the edge of her full lips. Leaning down he gave one last long luscious lick, dragging his tongue from stem to stern, trying to memorize her taste, certain that it was going to be the last time he ever got this close to her luscious pussy in his lifetime. She thrust her hips at him in one last entreaty for relief but he ignored it. He sighed, taking one last admiring look down at her, fully primed, moist and open. "Damn, you're the best tasting piece of ass I've had in a long time.'' he said wistfully, admiring her. ''If you weren't such a controlling bitch......'' He shook his head and resumed preparing her. Reaching over to the tray he held up two jars and brought them over for Jasmine to see.

''I'll be nice, you've got a choice, wax or hair remover?'' he asked, getting a shriek and a renewed struggle at her sudden awareness what was in store for her. He grinned at her thrashing panic, her cries of rage and fear bouncing harmlessly off the walls as her spread thighs strained against their bonds.

''No answer?'' he shrugged, picking up a jar, opening it and tipping it towards her. ''You were lucky this time, it's hair remover, but if you're good and ask nice I'll use some wax for the tender parts.'' She pleaded with him, twisting and bucking. her thighs and buttocks quivering in desperation. He walked calmly over to her side and added several more straps, one across her hips and the other under her breasts, picking them up by the nipple as he slid the coarse nylon under them. He cinched the straps down gradually tighter, making it difficult to draw a full breath. Donning a pair of gloves he proceeded to smear the paste all over her crotch, layering it over the downy crest of fur at the top of her struggling mound before sitting back and setting the jar down quietly, waiting for her to stop thrashing. She continued her heaving against the restraints, unwilling to accept this punishment, wanting to change her mind and simply leave the Estate, not wanting the punishment she knew the Director had in store for her. Finally exhausted, she collapsed, helpless in the embrace of the couch and waited for Randy to continue with the hair remover.

'' I'd hold still if I were you, so I don't burn you.'' he said quietly, picking up his glove and jar and continued to smear the thick paste into the folds between her legs, covering every convoluted inch. After several minutes he pulled a basin out from under the couch and took a gentle spray and slowly wiped off every evidence of her womanly hair, leaving her pink and completely bald .

''Please.....', she whispered, speaking clearly, the drug having finally left her tongue, ''Please don't do this. I won't be able to stand it, I'll go crazy......please don't, I'll do...urk!", she gagged as he shoved the remains of her panties into her mouth, sealing her lips shut with surgical tape.

''I'll mention to Dr. Collins how you told me a month of chastity was chump change, that anyone could last that long standing on their head." Her eyes opened in panic as her muffled screaming worked its way around the gag, her head shaking violently.

"You can lie here while we see how much time she tacks on.", he smiled, her racking sobs making his satisfaction complete. There was a quiet knock on the door.

Chapter 38

Dr. Collins walked in, two nurses behind her pushing a rolling cart covered with surgical cloths. Coming over to Jasmine she stood by her side checking to see what kind of job Randy had done. Inspecting the struggling young woman closely she was pleased to see no overt sign of damage other than a few pale hickeys just above the cups of her bra and along the side of her neck. Stroking her hands over Jasmine's splayed thighs and bare mound she spread the plump outer lips apart, satisfied to find a fully aroused female, her inner lips fully engorged but pre-orgasmic, with no evidence of penetration, either vaginally or anally. She was pleased with the smoothness of Jasmine's skin, running her fingers over the tender pink flesh and felt no evidence of any hair or stubble, especially around her anus where the most irritation from the device would occur.

'Very good Randy, you did an excellent job, nicely done. Was there any trouble?", she asked, pointing to the tape covering the mouth of the struggling girl. Looking at Jasmine he turned back to the director. ''No Ma'am, the drug was wearing off and her screaming was getting tiresome. I thought you would find it as annoying as I did."

''Hmm, very considerate'', she said wryly, continuing her walk around the girl. ''Do you think she has any last words?'', she asked, watching Jasmine renew her struggling, her muted screaming not even getting a glance from the director.

'No Ma'am", Randy said sincerely, keeping a casual face. "I think she's pretty well come around to accepting her punishment, right Jasmine?'', he asked. turning to address her. Her panting, heaving body spoke otherwise but they both deliberately ignored her struggles.

''OK then, lets get started.'' the Director said, motioning to the two nurses standing to one side. They rolled the surgical cart alongside the couch, pulling the sterile cloth aside to reveal a deep tray of water with what looked to be a sheer pair of full cut panties floating in it.

''You two prepare Jasmine while I get the mesh ready'', she directed the two nurses. Pointing to Randy she motioned him to stand by Jasmine's head ''So you can help calm her while we work'', she said, seeing him smile as he stood behind her, tilting her head up to watch them prepare her for chastisement. The nurses had first loosened her hip restraint and raised her buttocks off the table completely, pulling her legs back to point them up towards the ceiling and spreading them wide to expose her fully to the harsh surgical light. Drawn and quartered she lay there, sobbing as the nurses began swabbing her bare mound, outer lips and both cheeks of her buttocks with a pale orange liquid which quickly dried to a thin shiny film, making her look like she was wearing a pair of very tight clear orange hot pants. Taking small swabs they also coated her inner lips and the opening to her vagina. Dr. Collins quickly laid out the anatomically shaped cloth under her, bringing the sides up and around her waist, over her mound and pulling up a flap that covered her vagina and anus completely. Using a surgical blade and several small clamps she carefully sculpted the mesh over her buttocks and both pairs of lips and the first inch of her damp vagina, using her finger to rub the mesh down evenly inside her. Carefully she pulled and stretched an extra flap to cover her clitoris, folding the edges smooth and wrapping the little bud almost completely. She continued, slowly smoothing and stretching the mesh until it fit her exactly like a second skin. Satisfied she ordered everyone to close their eyes while she donned a pair of goggles, and switching on a hand held UV light source, slowly began passing it over every square inch of skin covered in mesh, causing it to shrink slightly and begin bonding most intimately with Jasmine's flesh..

''Done.'' she said, pleased with the look of the mesh, now only visible when looking closely. "You can let her down now", she directed, watching as Jasmine's legs were lowered and she was slowly brought upright.

Standing in front of the naked young woman, Dr. Collins lifted her sullen head and began talking quietly. ''You have been fitted with a chastity device that's only going to come off when you can show us you've learned what it means to be empathetic, to truly understand someone else's suffering and to act properly. Some people learn this quickly, some people take years." Jasmine paled at that thought as her hands picked at the edges.

'' This mesh is a breathing part of your skin now. It can't come off unless we release it. Your hair will grow back with the ordinary amount of irritation, and you won't find any difficulty with eliminating liquid or solid waste. The mesh won't interfere with your period, though you may wish to use pads for the time being. What this mesh will do is make sexual pleasure impossible for you. It's sole function is to deprive you of any pleasure from your vagina or clitoris.'' A slow tear rolled down Jasmine's face as the doctor continued. ''Because of the small amount of mesh at the entrance to your vagina, sex will also be uncomfortable for your partner, if they're male, making penetration too painful unless a very thick condom is worn. The girl was sobbing now, her body shaking as the doctor continued her lecture.

''This will be a test of several things; first: your commitment to this Estate and what it's goals are, second: the commitments in your relationships, most important being those with your colleagues, then those with your outside relationships, sexual or otherwise." ''Jasmine,'' she said more softly now, consoling her,'' You're too good to lose, dear, otherwise I would have simply offered you the resignation. Do you understand?'' Jasmine nodded sadly, broken and too upset to do much more.

One of the nurses came forward with some ether on a cloth and Martha gently loosened the surgical tape covering her lips, giving Randy a sharp glance as she pulled the soaked panties from the young woman's mouth. They helped her pull up her skirt and re-button her blouse, finally helping her with her heels.

''Go home now, there's a private car waiting upstairs." Martha said. ''Take this Thursday and Friday off and we'll see you on Monday. Try to get some sleep.'' Jasmine nodded again, sobbing, afraid to open her mouth for fear of screaming as the two nurses escorted her from the room. After the door clicked shut the Director stood there a long while as Randy began to sweat slightly, pinned under her steady gaze. She walked alongside the couch, running her hands along the surface still warm from Jasmine and looked at the young man standing, waiting for her.

''Come here Randy.'' she said, pointing to the couch. ''Lie down.'' Taking a deep breath he walked to the other side and sat on the edge before pausing. The Director motioned him brusquely with her hand to continue. He complied, leaning back slowly, raising one leg at a time and placing his hands across his lap in an unconscious gesture that told her a great deal. Leaning over him she took both hands and raised them over his head, feeling him yield effortlessly to her direction. He lay there, exposed much as Jasmine had been. Beads of sweat began to appear on his upper lip, making her smile.

''I was impressed with your performance tonight,'' she began, running her palms over the firm muscles of his chest, feeling the tension there. ''You did well, considering your history with her....very well.'' Her fingers massaged his nipples, forcing them erect. ''And you obeyed my request, although more to the spirit of the law than to the letter,'' she added, satisfied to see him flush at the knowledge that the session had been observed.

''Just remember, there may come a time when you're going to find the roles reversed.'' She paused, leaning over to whisper in his ear, ''I hope she will have learned her lesson by then, if only for your sake.'' She stood upright, smiling down at him. He relaxed at her expression and smiled back slightly. Ruffling his hair affectionately she turned and walked to the door before turning back, Randy not having moved, watching her.

''Good night.'' she said, and the door clicked shut behind her.

Chapter 39

Delores swept into the nursery later that afternoon after her meeting with the Director, busy with the details of her plans and annoyed at not being able to get away sooner. Turning the corner of John's bed she was surprised to see a small crowd of young nurses kneeling around John in the play area, one of them holding his head in her lap while Julie was showing them how to change and clothe someone his size. Scattered about were disposables, cloth diapers, liners and plastic panties and an assortment of different outfits. At the moment they had him dressed in a pale pink gingham baby-doll playset and Delores had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as one of them struggled to get the rhumba panties over his padded bottom. She noticed he was subtly undermining the young woman's efforts, trying his best to resist having them put on without appearing too uncooperative. She moved into his field of view, and immediately upon seeing her John started to try and squirm out of the nurses hands. The young woman trying to dress him wasn't giving up so easily and trapped his legs under her hips as she rocked him from side to side, eventually succeeding in getting the panties all the way on, snapping the crotch closed as the others around her began laughing and applauding her efforts. John's face was beet red at their dressing him, and it was clear to Delores from the diaper paraphernalia lying around that they'd skinned him down and back up again several times. She gave him a stern look, causing John to stop struggling as the nurse finished straightening his outfit, the expression on his face making it clear that he was less than happy with this situation and about to boil over. She realized, with the change in her plans for him, that she needed to speed up his process, and that nipping his impending tantrum in the bud was an excellent place to start. Looking down at him she asked the nurses to review the day with her. Holding John with her eyes she listened as they recounted changing him with a variety of diapers for different times of day, how they were to use various creams for preventing rashes, the kind of lotions and powders to be used on his skin after baths..... As they talked she kept her eyes on John's, seeing his anger begin to retreat as their words reminded him of just exactly who he was to them, and more importantly, to her. She smiled gently at him and then interrupted their discussion by turning to Julie and asking, ''Has he had a bowel movement today?'' Julie thought for a moment and shook her head 'No' slowly, looking at Delores for a clue as to where she was heading with this.

''How many of you have changed him this morning?'' she asked, turning to see several hands raise up around her.

''He was dry I presume, after the first diaper?'' They nodded in unison.

'' OK then, lets see what you know about our patient's bowel habits.'' she said, kneeling down beside John and beginning her lecture.

''He's been here three whole days, today being the fourth'', she began,placing her hands on his chest. ''He's consumed about 36 to 48 ounces a day of formula and water and has begun wetting at least twice a day, but hasn't passed any solid waste. Anyone have any idea why?'' she asked. Hands raised around her. She pointed to one.

''He's most likely got some remaining 'outside' food still in his colon, and the stress of his...'' she motioned to John lying there in his rhumba panties, ''probably has stressed him into constipation'', she concluded, seeing Delores nod in approval.

''That's excellent, very good. Your name?'' she asked the young woman.

''Lisa, ma'am'', the girl replied, smiling at the compliment.

''OK, Lisa, can you tell me a recommended procedure for helping him move his bowels?'' Lisa thought for a moment and answered, '' It's been almost four days, and we don't know how long it was since before he was brought here. I'd want to have him move his bowels almost immediately, perhaps with an enema or maybe a suppository.'' she said. ''Just to be safe,'' she added hastily. Delores nodded approval.

''Very good, that's probably what we should do...'' she felt John tense up beneath her hands, his heart racing against her right palm. She rubbed him gently, looking down and seeing the nervous chewing of his pacifier and the alarm in his eyes.

''Julie, can you bring me some suppositories?'' she asked, and Julie rose to get them.

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Kneeling down to John's level she cupped his head and whispered in his ear, ''There's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart, we've all seen your bottom; there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of.'' She heard him whimper as his eyes clouded over with tears.

''Shh.....'' she soothed, ''This won't hurt and it will be over in an hour or so. You'll feel so much better.'' She straightened up and directed the young women who had dressed John to unsnap the rhumba panty and the diapers underneath.

'' So sorry to undo all your hard work.'' Delores said, getting laughter from the other nurses as the girl unsnapped the panty and worked it down off his legs. She then began to undo his diaper, pulling the velcro wrap apart and folding the diapers and extra liner under John's bottom. With a glance at Delores to proceed she then took his heels and began to raise them up over John's body, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his wrinkled anus and scrotum. He started to moan at the humiliation of being exposed to all these young women, his body twisting in discomfort as the nurse faltered at the difficulty of holding his legs in the air.

''OK, you nurses, you're supposed to be the experts. Anyone know how to help her with this situation?'' Delores asked, getting blank stares around her.Turning to Julie she motioned to one of the cabinets along the wall. Julie brought back a large elastic cloth loop, about four feet in diameter, handing it to one of the nurses who passed it around to the others.

'' This is a Loop'', Delores explained, getting a chuckle from them. ''It's to help hold a patient's legs without any additional support. Anyone want to try?'' Lisa moved over next to John and taking the cloth from the head nurse, wrapped a fold over John's ankles, pulling the rest through to make a simple loop there, and then, raising his legs, opened the other end and pulled it over his head and around his shoulders, using the tension to keep his legs suspended off the ground. John was now completely exposed, his legs well in the air and his stomach muscles not straining with the effort. She sat back proudly.

''Very good, Lisa!'', Delores exclaimed, impressed at her ingenuity. ''Because the cloth takes all the load he can be kept this way for hours without any serious discomfort if needed.'' She saw John's face pale with alarm at that suggestion. He was now flushed with the agony of being exposed this way as several pairs of hands ran over his legs and inner thighs.

''Do you recall how to administer a suppository?'', she asked the young nurse who nodded confidently. ''Well then, I'll let you take over here,'' she said, getting up suddenly, ''You can page me when you're finished and have him diapered and dressed.'' Without looking back at John she made to move out of the room. His cry followed her and she paused at the edge of the carpet to look back. Several pairs of women's hands held him firmly to the floor as his pale face appeared between his legs, frightened at her leaving him, his eyes pleading to please make it stop.

''Call me if there's any trouble'', she said, her eyes directly on John, making her message clear. He collapsed back under the nurses' gentle hands, his wail of distress causing them to press close and soothe him. Delores left the room, pausing outside the door to take a deep breath and wipe the tears from her eyes.

He lay back with a small cry, unable to understand Delores' leaving him as he was being pulled and prodded by all these young nurses. It was difficult enough to have her alone see him this way, but these young women...... He couldn't bear it another second and the panic began to swell up inside him, tearing a sharp wail from his tight throat and making him flex and strain against the Loop. Several women leaned over and began pressing his shoulders and hips back to the padded quilt as Lisa bent over his teary face to try and calm him. Julie watched from the side as the young nurse tried to get control over the struggling man.

''John....sweety,'' she began, getting only an angry shake of his head as he pulled away from her hand. She sat back, now upset at this suddenly recalcitrant patient, understanding that even though he was angry for Delores' leaving him, it was important for her to gain control and get him to obey her. Looking at Julie for guidance, the other nurse simply held up her hand and made an open and close gesture. Lisa nodded, smiling.

''John...'' she began again, this time firmly taking his jaw and turning his head towards her, getting him to look at her. Taking her other hand she cupped his testicles with a firm grip and said slowly, ''Don't.. make.. me.. get.. the.. clamp....'' His reaction was immediate as she felt him first go rigid and then go limp completely, the fear on his face telling her she was again in control. Everyone sat back for a moment, staring at the naked man curled up and exposed, now lying there quietly, the only sound his choking whimpers as Lisa turned and picked up the foil packet. Tearing it open so John could see, she help up the the fat waxy bullet to show the other nurses. Moving to his upturned bottom she took a small latex finger glove and snapping it on, coated it with a small amount of KY. Reaching over she gently slid her finger into his rectum, forcing the tight ring of his anus to accept her there. She held still for a moment waiting for him to adjust as the others leaned over to watch. Quickly removing her finger she slid the suppository into him and then reinserted her finger, pushing the waxy slug deep into his rectum.

''I believe it's got to be in deep enough to make it difficult to expel,'' she explained, getting a nod of approval from Julie, who had come over to supervise. ''Let's get him wrapped up and then we can discuss his diet and bowel regimen while the suppository takes effect'', Julie said as Lisa removed the glove and wiped off John's upturned cheeks. ''They're so cute when they're like this,'' she giggled, rubbing her two fingers over his tight hairless scrotum. ''Wish I could do this to my boyfriend.'' That got a general laugh and a few nods of agreement from the other women. Two nurses removed the Loop and began to re-diaper John as the others got up to get charts and paperwork.

''Not too tight,'' Julie cautioned to the women diapering him, ''Make sure to leave some room for whatever comes.'' They smiled in agreement, looking down at John who was trying his best to be elsewhere and beginning to squirm as a slippery warmth started to grow in his backside.

''You might as well not dress him, '' she added, watching his face, ''I think we'll be seeing a good bowel movement sooner than later.''

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Over on a small table Julie spread out papers as the other nurses gathered around.

''OK,'' she began, looking up at them, ''We have an accelerated program here. It's a bit unusual but the Director has approved and Delores is now the 'full' nurse in this case. She paused, seeing the startled looks on some of their faces and explained. ''All you need to know that it absolutely stays in this room, is that clear?'' They nodded, understanding and respecting the order. The Estate strongly emphasized privacy in most of its work and a patient like this wasn't too unusual, but having the head of the department become this involved was unheard of, and Julie made it clear they were being promoted into a more responsible circle by entrusting them as much as she did.

''Fine, as long as we understand each other....'' she said, returning to her charts. ''Let's start with diet first, hmmm? 'What goes in' before 'what comes out', right?'' she said, easing the tension around her.

''Right now he's taking in only 1200 calories a day, mostly in formula with a high fat, high fiber supplement. Anyone know why?'', she asked. One nurse, a petite redhead, raised her hand. ''He needs to loose weight?'' she said tentatively.

''That's partially correct, Kathleen,'' Julie smiled. ''More precisely, he needs to redistribute his weight. Anyone know what his goals are?'' she asked again.

''I believe he's got to get to a 20% fat content,'' one woman replied, looking at a chart, ''and he has to be under 120 lbs. for his height to meet full regression requirements.''

''Excellent, Anna, '' Julie said, pleased at her staff. ''Anyone want to explain the high fiber?'' One hand shot up eagerly. ''Yes, Karen?'' ''Right now he's an adult with an adult GI tract, so in.....,'' here she paused to look at a graph, ''four months his intestines needs to be able to handle a full infant's diet, mostly liquid and some bulk supplements for his bowel movements.'' Again she looked at some papers and added. ''It looks like there's some room for solids to be added although not until after six months. So for now the fiber is to give his large intestine something to push against until it can accommodate a more liquid diet.''

''Good, very good.'' She glanced at her watch and looked to see one of the nurses attending John trying to get her attention. She gave a quick nod.

''Let's finish this discussion back in the play area, I think the suppositories are beginning to take effect.''

They walked over to the play area where John lay on his quilt, his face pink with the strain of trying to contain control over his bowels, a wave of cramps making him grimace and twist in the arms of the nurse who held him. They settled around him as Julie continued her discussion.

''Looks like we're going to get to 'Comes out' before we finish with 'Goes in' '' she chuckled, seeing John flush more deeply as the women around him giggled. He glared at her as his face tightened with the next cramp. Smiling at that she again resumed discussing his diet, this time directing her words right at John to cut off his anger with her next words.

''Ok, where were we......Oh yes, calories.... Anyone care to tell me the number of calories in breast milk?'' she said, staring directly at John to see if he'd heard. His face went blank and he paused in his struggle, telling Julie she'd scored a direct hit. Still looking at him she took the answer from one of the women.

''About 20 calories per ounce I believe. That's averaging fore and hind milk.''

''Correct, Karen,'' Still watching John she asked, ''So how many ounces a day does he need to maintain a diet insuring his weight loss and redistribution?'' A moments silence told her they were doing the math.

''About 50 to 60 ounces a day, almost two quarts.'' one of them blurted out.

Still looking at John she could see the anger fade into alarm as she continued, smiling at his expression as she continued.

''Good, '' she said, saving the final question for when John recovered a bit. ''And roughly how much can be delivered at each nursing session?'' she asked, adding, ''You may not know this so just take a guess... Anna?''

''About 6 to 8 ounces.....'', Anna started to say just as John gave a huge cry and started to rock back and forth, lost once again to his panic as the nurse holding him strained to pin his shoulders down.

''Let him go!'', Julie said sharply, and the nurse backed away from his thrashing body. ''He needs to work this out all on his own, so just let him have his tantrum, he's not going anywhere.'' The pacifier fell from his lips as his hoarse crying filled the room, his restrained legs and arms stretching their bonds uselessly as he tried desperately to roll over and somehow escape this ring of women. All he could see through his tears were concerned faces, some with tears of their own as he finally did make it to his stomach, gasping, and started to worm his way past them, burning his cheeks and shoulders on the carpet as he inched painfully forward, away from their soft hands.

He wound up sliding into Julie's ankles, cutting off his escape as he tried to push past them. Squatting over him she easily flipped him over and then knelt down with her knees on either side of his head, pinning him there. Still deeply panicked, he pushed frantically against her only to succeed in worming his head further under her skirt, startling him into stopping once he realized where he was. She laughed at his efforts, clamping him more securely against her soft inner thighs as she felt his cheeks rub her sheer nylons. Now he tried backing out but she clamped him firmly to her, his efforts made even more difficult by the skirt that prevented him getting enough air to fill his heaving lungs. She watched the taut white fabric fluff and fall as he tried to catch his breath. ''The extra carbon dioxide should help calm him,'' she said, getting a nervous laugh from the young nurses. They still hadn't learned some of the more involved techniques of handling unruly patients, and the sexual overtones of this particular method made some of them flush with excitement. Julie noted which ones they were and made a mental note to add that to their files later. John was stifling, and without enough air had to eventually give up his struggle before he fainted. He lay there now, in the dim tent of her skirt, his breathe slowing down enough to back away from his panic. Coming back to his senses he could now feel the warm firm flesh on either side pressing against his cheeks and ears, shutting off all sound, and realized that the scent filling his tiny world came from deeper behind him, her essence from that narrow channel flowing into his lungs, calming him in some essential manner. He began to calm down, the tension easing out of his shoulders and neck as he was held in her soft prison.

Sensing his return, Julie pulled back the edge of her skirt and peeked over at his face. ''Had enough?'' she asked. He stared up dully at her, the light gone from his eyes, as he tried to recede to a place where these women couldn't touch or hurt him. She smiled sympathetically, seeing his retreat, knowing there was more to come that he couldn't hide from. Spreading her legs she gently scooted back and had two nurses bring his blanket and changing items over where he quickly found himself once again surrounded by young women. Rubbing his lower belly, she felt his intestines resume their cramping as she finished her conversation with her students.

''So....'', she began, looking once more directly at John squirming under her firm hands, ''Six to eight ounces per feeding, will be........eight sessions per day, or, once every three hours....'' she concluded, seeing him look back at her helplessly as he began to loose his battle.

''You're going to be a very busy little man.'' she smiled.

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The suppository and her hands did their work, slowly forcing his tiring muscles to give way as they loosened the last remains of the outside world from the firm grip of his intestines. With a small groan John felt his control slip from him as a hot crest of pain pushed past his sphincter as he began to fill his diapers. He cried out sharply as Julie pressed his lower belly firmly, forcing his bowels to continue their release, and the nurses watched as his diaper bulged and swelled with the shifting mass under it. John was weeping openly, broken by the relentless kind eyes that watched what no one had seen since he was an infant as his diaper bulged noisily, the hot mass sliding painfully up the front of his diaper under his scrotum.

''Feel here,'' Julie instructed, directing the ones closest to grasp and explore the mass between his legs. ''You don't have to see it to know the degree of constipation, you can feel how severe it is. This is a good example of a serious compaction.'' One by one the women came and squeezed and prodded the warm mess inside his diaper, confirming with their hands what Julie had described. John lay there, paralyzed, too overcome with shock as he felt their hands spreading the BM around.

''Why isn't their any smell of bowel?'' Anna asked.

''We've been supplementing his liquids with an oil based chlorophyl that absorbs all the odor.'' Julie said, ''We don't want to make changing him any more difficult than necessary.'' Looking at John again she added, ''Especially when changing him in public.'' He continued to cry helplessly as one of the nurses cradled his head, dabbing at his tear swollen eyes.

''You'll notice the volume,'' she continued, ''As his diet shifts to more digestible breast milk and simple cereals the amount of BM will decrease substantially, which is why the fiber is added back. He'll need a lot of help in this next month making the transition to an infant's diet.

''OK, you ladies closest to John, rub here,'' she directed, holding the first nurse's hand over his belly just under his diaper. ''Run your hand in a large counter-clockwise motion, firmly, using three fingers.'' As the first nurse did so she was rewarded with the muffled sound of more feces pushing into his packed diaper.

''You can feel that the upper and lower colon have cleared themselves. After a BM a small bulb rinse might be necessary, especially if his BMs are loose or watery. With breast milk though, that's rare, and the rice and fiber will stabilize his bowel habits very well over the next few months.''

'' And once he's on a full infants diet how often should we expect to have to change him?' one nurse asked.

''Four times, on average, Julie replied, ''Two BMs and four wet diapers a day, sometimes less if we can train him to do both at the same time.'' She looked down at John and asked him directly, ''Think you can do both at the same time, honey?'' She smiled to see a flush rise up his neck and creep across his face. The nurses giggled along with her at his reaction.

''At the moment the acid in his BM is very high, so it's important to change him immediately. Any volunteers?'', she asked, frowning as not one hand raised.

''OK,'' she sighed, ''Starting from the left, each of you pick a number from one to seven.'' They did so sheepishly and Julie then pointed to Kathleen, ''You win.'' The petite red head gave an embarrassed grin and came over to kneel alongside John.

''First time?'', Julie asked, getting a shy nod. ''OK then, get started, I'll let you know if you do anything that needs correcting.'' Kathleen opened the velcro tabs and peeled back the sides, revealing the very full diaper bulging under it. Pulling back the cloth layers they saw his BM had spread into every crevice including the space under his scrotum. She stepped back.

''Oh my god,'' she said, looking at John, ''What were you eating out there, footballs?'' causing the others to begin giggling.

''This will be a great deal easier once he's on a liquid diet.'' Julie comforted her, ''His BMs will be smaller and less messy. Go on, continue.'' Bracing herself she took the top edge of the diaper and slowly wiped the feces off his thighs and perineum, folding the diaper to give her a fresh surface. She then tucked it over the rest of the mess and rolled it slightly under his bottom. Taking several wipes she then swabbed his scrotum clean then rocked him slightly to each side to get both messy cheeks. She rolled up the wipes in the dirty diaper and, making him raise his legs, pulled it out and slid a fresh one under him. When she stepped back his groin was bright pink again.

''Excellent, Karen.'' Julie said, bringing a broad smile from the young nurse. She came over to John and kissed his damp forehead. ''Thank you for being so good.'' she said as the others moved in to finish dressing him.

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In a few minutes he was well wrapped in his sleeping sack, his legs tightly woven together and his arms laced up by the snug flannel once more as the remaining nurses sat around him cooing over the cute bunnies and feeding him the first of his bottles. He had begun struggling again but Julie had taken pity on him and shoo'd them out, leaving just the two of them in the room for a few quiet moments before Delores returned. Moving over to the cabinets she busied herself for a minute while John rested on the floor, somewhat happier for the time alone to recover from the day's long torment. Returning, she placed some items on the floor and settled back down along side him, turning his curious eyes back to face her. Picking him up by his shoulders she lay him back in her lap, and as her right arm cradled him to her she reached for a bottle to resume feeding him. He was completely limp in her arms, so exhausted that he was content to lay back and simply suck on a bottle of formula, unable to muster enough strength for even a token resistance to that humiliation. ''Close your eyes,'' she whispered, brushing a nipple against his lips. ''Keep them closed, just like you did yesterday. It's quiet time now and you need to promise me you'll do this, OK sweetie?'' He nodded, slowly closing his eyes, pleasing her with a subconscious deep sigh, not yet in contentment, she knew, but certainly headed in that direction. His lips opened, accepting the nipple and he began to draw it in deeper, feeling it stretch and fill with warm liquid. He paused for a second, as his tongue explored this new shape, but with a small nudge from Julie, began to draw it in deeper, letting it filled his mouth with warm..........not formula, but something lighter, less sweet. It filled the back of his throat and he swallowed smoothly, his lips, jaws and tongue working rhythmically. He sighed again, unaware that he was settling down further into Julie's arms. She watched, pleased at his acceptance. As his tongue worked the nipple deeper into the back of his mouth his lips opened more to try and fit around the larger spongy mass behind it, and he felt the warm touch of something begin to press against his nose and cheeks. He continued to nurse steadily, his mouth and throat completely engaged as his mind slowly built up an image his eyes were denied. Lisa watched him closely, waiting....... He tensed, the sudden knitting of his brows alerting her to his discovery. She bent over to begin whispering small comforting noises, her soft lips brushing the sudden tears away as she wrapped herself around him, trying to soothe his sudden shivering. For the longest moment he hung there, suspended between two worlds. She waited there with him, gentle and reassuring. With a small shuddering sob John relaxed into her and began to nurse, this time in earnest.

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Delores rubbed her arm gently with a sterile swab as the doctor put away her vials and equipment.

''You'll be a little queasy the first two weeks but a little exercise and these,'' she slapped a small packet of tablets on the exam table next to Delores, ''should help with the worst of it.'' Delores nodded, buttoning up her blouse and turned to leave.

''Delores,'' the doctor began, as the nurse paused at the door, ''Go slow, be patient. You both have a lot to learn, especially John.'' Delores smiled, a rosy warm feeling growing inside at her at the thought of the decision she'd just put into motion.

''How long, do you think, before I can start?'' she asked. The doctor shrugged.

''You can start right now'', she said, getting a surprised look from Delores. ''You both need to practice don't you?'' she grinned, making both of them laugh. She headed back to her apartment to change into something more comfortable before going to the Nursery.

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Delores entered John's room and paused at the edge of his crib by the front door. She always loved this time of day here in the nursery; the late afternoon sky cast a lovely warm glow making everything seem to be dipped in amber. Small dust motes ambled through a thin shaft of sunlight, and there were small cozy sounds coming from the play area. She reached out with her senses to taste the mood of the room; trying to sense his feelings as she walked over to the two of them. They were on the floor, he in her arms, eyes closed, she holding a Trainer, nearly empty. From his limp repose Delores knew he was nearly asleep and that he'd been exhausted by the day's events. Julie looked up and smiled, nodding down at John to reassure her and she slowly began to ease the nipple from his mouth. It slid back out, leaving a small pool of milk on the edge of his lips.

''Watch this,'' Julie whispered, as she touched the side of his lips with her pinky finger. John's head followed her finger, his lips opening and drawing in her finger, his jaw beginning to flex softly. Delores felt a flush across her chest at seeing that oldest of reflexes, and she even felt a moments twinge of jealousy. Julie smiled at Delores' face, seeing clearly what she was going through, and after today she better understood her bosses reaction to this person in her arms. Placing a pacifier into his mouth she lowered him to the padded quilt and propped his head up with a small pillow before standing. The two women looked down at him, tightly swaddled and watched the pacifier pause, start and stop again as he drifted deeper into sleep. The both sighed deeply in unison, looking at each other in embarrassed surprise at that and then started to giggle, covering their mouths as they both tried not to make too much noise. The walked quickly over to the table in the front room, holding each other as they both shook with suppressed laughter.

''What is it about him?'', Delores gasped, the tears in her eyes not entirely from laughing. Julie squeezed her shoulder in sympathy, shaking her head as the last spasm of laughter faded.

''Damned if I know,'' she said, wiping her eyes. '' It sure is easy to get lost in those eyes isn't it?'' She saw a flash of pain cross Delores' face.

''Are you OK?'', she asked, concerned, as Delores slumped into the chair next to her.

''Oh, god...what am I doing?'' she sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. ''I'm almost forty and I'm acting like a teenager. I'm half sick from these hormones, I can't think straight, the Director thinks I'm crazy....'' She sat back to look at Julie who looked back at her with a broad grin on her face.

''What?'' Delores asked, suddenly defensive.

''It sucks, doesn't it?''

''What sucks?'', Delores asked, fearing what she began to realize but wasn't willing to admit.

''Being in love''.

''In love?!'', Delores protested, staring at Julie for a long moment, then sighing and dropping her head into her palms in admission. ''Maybe so, maybe so.....but with what, a helpless baby, or a man that isn't allowed to speak?'', she protested, ''I don't know anything about him except that every time I hold him it's the right place to be.'' She took a deep breath, '' but...''

''But what?'', Julie asked gently, ''What's the matter?''

''I feel so terrible when he gets upset or scared; I feel like I want to protect him from everything we're doing but I know there's no choice in the matter; what's done is done as far as Elena's request is concerned. It just doesn't feel right, and I feel so confused.....'', she sighed, her eyes once more filling with tears. The younger nurse considered her for a moment, thinking back to all the males that had come to them for treatment and how Delores had been with them. She'd learned to trust Delores' instincts implicitly, and seeing her like this.... Julie sat up, resolved to take some outside matters into her own hands regarding Elena. In the meantime.

''Delores,'' she began as the head nurse looked up at her, ''I think your feelings about John are the right ones; I've always trusted your judgments about our clients and I think you're right to trust your instincts in this case.'' Delores smiled weakly, comforted by her words, but afraid to hear the rest.

''We can't do anything about Elena's request but make sure the transition for John is as comfortable as possible. What better way to help him than to be there when he needs you? Surely you aren't blind to his feelings towards you are you?'' she asked, touching Delores' shoulder.

''Why would he even care for me after what we're going to do to him?'', she asked, tears spilling over to drop on her blouse. Julie thought for a minute, choosing her words carefully. '' I think in some way he'll go there.....'' she paused, seeing Delores begin to look inward, running through all her experience with John to see if that were possible. She continued, ''if he's with someone he can trust completely, someone who will be there every moment. That means you've got to be there for the hard parts.'' Delores nodded, this time looking more resolved. ''I won't be able to walk out like I did today'', she admitted, shame faced, ''I couldn't bear the look in his eyes....''she began, tearing up.

''Shhh...', Julie stopped her, ''He did just fine.'' They sat there quietly for a moment as Delores recovered.

''I knew better but I couldn't stop myself. I think I'll be able to manage now.''

''That's why you started the treatment isn't it?'' Delores nodded, smiling at herself, the head nurse in her seeing the logic of it. Julie almost hated herself for the next words.

''What I wonder is if he'll ever be able to love you once you give him back to Elena.''

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They sat there for a few minutes, each mulling over their own feelings and thoughts. Delores sighed and straightened her blouse and hair, having gained back her resolve. Her look at Julie confirmed that she knew she had a strong ally to help her.

''Thank you Julie'', she said quietly. They both smiled. ''OK, girls,'' she said, looking down at her breasts, ''Let's get to work.''

Walking back over to the play area Delores slipped off her shoes and loosened a few buttons on her blouse as she knelt down beside John. He was fast asleep, the pacifier having slipped from his mouth and a soft buzz coming from his nose. She sat there for a minute watching his face as Julie propped her back and shoulders with pillows. Thanking her silently she leaned over and slowly picked John's shoulders off the quilt and brought him over to her lap where he settled back to sleep, his cheek now resting on her right breast as she adjusted the pillows slightly. Turning his head towards her she slowly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and opened it to one side, revealing a soft white nursing brassiere. Gently tugging the soft cup to one side she pulled her breast further out, her nipple beginning to stiffen from being exposed. Her heart began to pound with anticipation of him drawing her breast into his mouth and she felt an ache of desire swell her loins and the soft flesh around her nipples began to crinkle almost painfully. Cupping his head towards her she brushed a nipple across his lips several times, coaxing him out of deep sleep to hopefully start the rooting reflex John had shown earlier. He sighed, the warm flesh now pressed onto his cheeks and nose as his lips slowly began to open. Using her left hand she slipped the stiff nipple and the first part of her areola into his mouth and raised his head to press him to her. A small thrill coursed through her loins as his jaw dropped and she felt his tongue and lips begin to draw her breast in deeper. She jumped at the sharp pleasure of his tongue pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth in small pulses, seeking the milk that wasn't there yet.

''I......'' she began, gasping again at his now steady nursing, ''I didn't know it could be this.....pleasant.'' Curling over him in pleasure she almost pulled herself away from his insistent suckling, the sensation was so intense. She could feel slow dragons coiling in her belly and the first wash of dampness moistened her panties as John settled on to her breast. Slow waves of pressure began to build in her loins and she nuzzled his head as she would a lover, desire sending her lips in a blind search over his face, kissing his brow in time to the tongue pressing her so insistently. Julie watched the two of them, smiling at the thought that it was her turn to feel a jealous twinge. She knelt by Delores who turned her head at Julie's touch, eyes partially lost to the pleasure coursing through her.

''I'll leave you two alone.'' she said in a hushed tone, '' You both seem to be getting along just fine, hmmm? More than fine it appears.'' Delores smiled at that, surprise and pleasure still dancing across her features. ''A glass of water,'' she said with a soft guttural voice, ''I'm going to need water.'' She was breathing open mouthed now, Julie noticed, as she returned with a large tumbler. Delores drank swiftly, the glass trembling in her hand.

''You go girl,''Julie whispered in her ear, setting both of them giggling again. ''I'll help you switch to the other side before I go, OK?'' Delores sobered slightly, nodded, and began to break the seal John's lips had made around her areola. Moving steadily and as slow as possible Julie lifted John up as Delores rotated to the other hip, pulling her blouse off her shoulders and tucking the other cup under her left breast as Julie settled John back down into her eager arms. They both watched as Delores coaxed her nipple to stiffness against his cheek and prodded his lips once more. His mouth opened as she pressed him to her and she felt her breast begin to fill his mouth. His tongue resumed it's steady tugging as his lips began their slow crawl up her breast.

''Oohhh!'' she whispered hoarsely, turning her head away from him in pleasure as she knew she was going to orgasm any minute,

''I'll definitely be leaving you to alone now.'' Julie said, touching her head to Delores' in an intimate blessing. She could feel the sweat on her forehead and paused to wipe it off softly, getting a grateful look in return.

''Julie....''Delores began.

''Shhhh,'' Julie interrupted her. ''You're both so beautiful together, promise me you'll stay that way, Delores. Promise both of us....'' Delores brushed a damp cheek against Julie, who bowed her head in respect, needing no other answer.

''Bless you both,'' she said, as she straightened and quietly left the room.

Chapter 48

As the door closed, Delores gave her full attention to the river of pleasure coursing up her breast and down into her womb. John's face was calm, his eyes now darting and twitching as she watched, wondering what it was he saw as he nursed. As if hearing her thoughts he purled a high keening note and shifted, trying to get closer to her. She shivered in response, a new swell of desire flowing through her to wash against her uterus and she pressed his head more tightly to her as he sucked her nipple even deeper. With a whimper of her own she began to come in slow waves, rocking her hips back and forth in time to the immense wave of pleasure that pressed against her belly. Shaking, she clung to John, now her anchor as she was battered by the release surging in her womb. A sharp cry was torn from her as she came a second time, then a third......

John lay in her arms, asleep, his soul and spirit swimming through his dreams freely tonight. There was a great pleasure in the images that filled his closed eyes, none of them distinct enough to name but they comforted him none the less with slow tides of feelings he'd long forgotten and now were closely familiar. He rose through the ocean, towards the light, gaining a sense of urgency as the depths pushed him up, up...... Now he could feel the ebb and flow of the current rocking him back and forth as the light grew, Her shape floating above, enticing his open heart to flow.... From a great distance a cry, growing closer as he broke the surface, rain filling his eyes, soft drops patting his face.

Delores sat there, folded over John as she slowly regained her senses. Her womb still thrummed to the echoes of her orgasm, the faint pulse receding like thunder. Coming back more fully she felt wet trails on her face as her tongue tasted the salt drop clinging to her upper lip. A deep breath then, open mouthed, and the first watery light crept through closed eyes as she raised her head. Next, the warmth of her breast, of the stillness there, hand still cupping his head as she opened her eyes and looked down. His eyes were open, deep and filled with a look so tender she was afraid to move. Tears lay on his brow and cheeks, hers, but some his, maybe....Their stares filled each other for long moments before she ventured a smile, her heart tremulous but hopeful. He searched her face, slowly as if seeing it for the first time and she felt his tongue guess at her nipple, still deep inside. She raised a brow ever so slightly, asking...no, pleading with all her heart as she waited for his....... Pushing her breast from his mouth, he looked at the thick prominent nipple and then back at her, frowning. Her heart froze as she tried desperately to hold still. Still staring into her eyes John paused....leaned forward and gently raised his head back to her breast, nuzzling it softly with his lips until she pulled him back to her once again. This time the tears on his face were all hers.

Chapter 49

I Julie leaned back from her desk, rubbing tired eyes as she dropped the phone back in its cradle. Several hours of calls had left her with little else but a growing sense of unease about Elena and John. The information she'd culled from the stack of documents in front of her matched her discreet inquiries almost exactly; too exact in fact, for Julie to not pursue the matter any further. There was simply too much of an inconsistency between what she's learned about John upstairs in the nursery and the man his wife had described to the staff. Elenas' statements and the records of abuse were beginning to look too tailored, too...neat... for the couple Julie had become familiar with these last few weeks. She looked around the desk pondering her next move......

II.

In the small penthouse bedroom next to her office, Elena rolled over, untangling her legs from under the warm body resting next to her, stretching in post-coital pleasure, her lover reaching over for a last quick kiss of her derriere as she headed for the shower. Rinsing off the mornings excitement from between her legs, she felt that incredible surge of pleasure once again at her situation and the circumstances that had come together to bring her here so easily. Drying herself she again stretched before the full length mirror to admire herself, raising her arms in a classic Playboy bunny pose where she could see the last trace of pale yellow bruises to leave her arms and neck. The more livid bruises on her breasts reminded her of the gorgeous stud still on her bed, waiting for her next command. The thought of having that kind of power brought a sudden flush to her loins and she turned and walked back to the bedroom, contemplating her next orgasm before going to work. 'On his tongue this time', she thought with pleasure, as she rolled his well muscled body over and none to gently lowered herself onto his waiting mouth.

III.

In the executive suites of the Estate, far from the retraining facilities, the Director dealt with the legitimate, investment arm of the Estate.

There, surrounded by an anxious cluster of staff, The Director pushed back from the conference table with a snort of annoyance, looking over them with a baleful glare.

''Who extended our position in this trade?'', she snapped, ''Who dared to override MY trading program to do this?'' There was silence as she watched them silently, waiting. After a long beat one of her exec's, a slender young man, mid-20's, stepped forward uncertainly.

''Uh, Ma'am.....you did.'' he said.

''I.....?'' she paused, quickly hiding her reaction as she then sat back a moment to collect herself. Overriding her programs was a more subtle bit of business than any one person in front of her was capable of. Who ever was behind this trade...... Her staff watched her cautiously, now a bit more confident and relaxed that her considerable anger wasn't directed at them....for the moment at least.

''I need you all here to not let a word of this meeting leave this room.'' she said quietly. ''As far as you know this position we've taken is a good one, and we need to keep up the illusion that we will continue to increase our exposure. I would appreciate your discretion in this matter.'' They nodded in unison.

''Now please get back to work.''

Chapter 50

Jasmine lay on her bed, frustrated and sore, the sheets around her damp and stained from earlier that evening. Her boyfriend Pierre had been so understanding that first night when she'd shown him the mesh, crying in his arms as his hands explored the rough surface covering her. She had been so grateful for his attention that first night that he awoke that next morning deep in her throat, as she caressed the base of his swollen cock with her tongue and lips till he exploded, filling her mouth, something she had never allowed him to do up until that morning.

She thought back to that first week wearing the mesh; it had been hell, the itching from her returning hair had driven her to distraction, and her increasing frustration had kept her near tears, angry and sullen most of the time. Pierre was no help either, she thought glumly, realizing she was loosing control of their relationship. They'd been used to having sex at least four or five times a week, usually at her initiative, and the sudden change had been difficult for both young people. But what had at first been an admirable patience on his part had gradually turned to an insistence for some sort of relief for himself. That she'd initially denied him her breasts that first week had only added to his frustration, but she had been too ashamed to reveal them until the bites and bruises of another mans passion were completely gone.

As a result, to placate him sexually, she'd resorted to increasingly more inventive techniques in bed to keep him satisfied. For the first week several quick hand jobs had kept him somewhat content, but recently he'd insisted on her tonguing him to orgasm. At first she had done so half heartedly, with him on his back so she could control the penetration, but in the last few days he'd become more aggressive, insisting on being on top, with him kneeling over her. This was something she hated because it gave him to much access to the back of her throat and she couldn't control his thrusting when he started to come.

She hated the taste of semen, and seeing her distaste he'd taken a perverse liking to pulling out to the edge of her lips when his first pulse washed onto her tongue, making sure to coat her mouth with cum before plunging back in to finish draining himself deep in her throat. In the beginning they'd tried everything to get past the mesh, to see if they could give her some relief from her enforced chastity. Vibrators, dildoes, fingers; nothing got past the stubborn barrier. The worst night had been with her favorite dildo which had a curve at the tip for touching her G spot, the one area not quite covered by the mesh. But the doctor had done too good a job, as Jasmine discovered after several frustrating hours, lying there sweaty and moaning with her lips wrapped around Pierre's cock, her vagina empty, lips swollen and weeping with unsatisfied lust.

After that they'd stopped trying all together, it being too painful a frustration for her to endure. Pierre now only touched her when he desired to, when he wanted pleasure, not even pretending to be concerned about her any more. She hated it, of course, but she couldn't stand the idea of living alone with no one to desire her, no one to hold and sleep with. 'And who would do that with the way she was now?' she thought, tears of self pity stinging her eyes. Who? Certainly no one she knew among all the handsome friends she and Pierre hung out with.

And this evening...that had been the worst for her, the lowest she could have imagined sinking in a relationship. It had started out well enough: she and Pierre with their friends at a local bar, chatting and drinking; a pleasant distraction for her, their company easing her torment long enough to enjoy the evening. After that, a long slide into disaster, starting with a slow dance that brought Pierre's erect cock to attention between their bodies, rubbing her mound under her sheer dress hard enough to start that slow warmth to gather between her legs. Later, back in bed, she began crying in frustration around his cock, annoying him enough to push her off him and get up in disgust, throwing a suitcase on the bed beside her and begin packing it with his clothes. She had begged him to stay, crying and pleading, rubbing her body up against him and slowing his movements enough for her to make one final offer to keep him there.

Sobbing, she'd crept back onto the bed and knelt, facing away from him, raising her hips and reaching around with her hands to slowly separate the cheeks of her perfect derriere, revealing her exquisite little rosebud, offering him her anal virginity. There had been no sound in the room other than the sharp intake of his breath and her quiet muffled crying. After a long moment she heard the drawer next to the bed open slowly and then felt a dollop of KY settle on her anus, causing it to pucker in reaction to the cold. His finger rubbed it over her slowly, pushing a small quantity past the tight ring, massaging it, making it yield slightly and allowing him to slip the first knuckle of his finger into her rectum. She gasped at the intruder, revolted but unable to move, her anus trying to push the invading finger back out as he coated her insides with lubricant. She moaned in humiliation as he pushed another finger in alongside the first, adding more KY and began separating his fingers, stretching her to make room for his cock.

''Ask for it,'' he said, surprising her with his voice. ''Ask me to fuck your ass; say 'Please put your cock in my ass and come inside me' '', he insisted, forcing his fingers deeper inside her. She moaned in distress, unable to say the words. He spread his fingers further apart, causing her to cry out sharply.

''Say it.'', he insisted, continuing to press deeper, ''Say it now, Jasmine, sweetheart,'' his cruel endearment stinging her.

''......please put y-yyour....''' she sobbed weakly, the humiliation choking her words, not able to make herself continue.

''OK, don't say it with words,'' he said, '' Say it with your asshole then, push yourself onto me, open yourself and slide me inside.'' She moaned, knowing she couldn't refuse any longer, she began to move back towards him, offering herself to his stiffened cock. Removing his fingers he placed the head of his cock between her cheeks, her anus still slightly open and glistening, and he waited, knowing she could feel the thick head resting there at her entrance.

Nauseous with fear she rocked her hips up and down, hoping to somehow coax an orgasm out of him before he could penetrate her, but wise to her tactic he rocked with her, letting her know she could stall no longer. Crying softly she slowly slid back against him, tipping her hips, trying to catch the thick head with the edge of her anus, but his cock kept sliding over her now tightened ring. Impatiently he grabbed her hip and, holding his cock in the other hand, forced it down against the taut ring, stretching it open slightly and slipping just the broad head of his cock into her rectum. She screamed into the bed, trying to lean forward away from his cock as he continued to slide into her, his thick member stretching her painfully wider, drawing it onto him in a deliciously hot squeeze that almost made him come.

Fully impaled in her, his hips rubbing her quivering cheeks, he savored the feeling of his cock deep in her rectum, the soft tissues so different from her cunt. Putting both hands on her hips, he slid her forward, drawing his slick member out almost completely before pulling her back and plunging into her once again, listening to her begging him to stop, sobbing and pleading just to stop for a minute, offering him anything to get him out of her backside. He smiled at her pleading, adding another dollop of KY to the flesh stretched around him, and began slowly sawing in and out of her. Kneeling on the bed and leaning over her, he reached for her tits and grabbing them by the nipples he again pulled her back onto him. Her cries had turned into a high screech every time he hit bottom, and he did so repeatedly, working his way past her loosening anus, trying to stab deeper each time. He pumped hard for several minutes, squeezing her nipples, and played with his impending orgasm, staying on the edge as her cries turned to moans timed to his thrusts. Gradually he felt her hips shift, and her hands crept back up to her cheeks, pulling them apart, her anus relaxing and accepting him.

Feeling her finally submit and open herself completely to his cock sent him tumbling over the edge. With a groan he began to come, speeding up his thrusts and draining himself completely, spurt after spurt, deep inside her as she cried beneath him. He collapsed on top of her, resting on the soft cushions of her ass, slowly forcing her down flat onto the mattress. His hands were still trapped under her breasts, pinning her nipples painfully between his fingers and the bed. He began to soften but was still jammed deep inside her rectum, the torn ring of her anus holding him there, his cock pulsing its last pleasure. She lay there under him, now resigned to the discomfort, feeling his cock slowly slide out of her, followed by a hot stream of semen, blood and KY oozing out over her lips and onto the bed sheets. He finally stirred, rolling off her as he gave her breasts one last squeeze, pausing only to wipe himself on the sheets before resuming his packing.

She lay there quietly until the front door clicked shut behind him, rolling over only to move from the cold bloody stains under her. After a long while she pulled herself up off the bed and walked carefully, legs apart, into the bathroom to clean up. Squatting over the bathtub she began moaning again as the warm water rinsed her swollen anus. Drying herself carefully she slipped on a fresh pair of panties and added a thick pad to catch the remaining blood and semen that was still seeping out of her. She took a tranquilizer and returned to her empty bed, alone this time.

Chapter 51

Coming back to work the next week was a painful experience, both physically and mentally. The staff, sensing some essential change, treated her more kindly, letting her rest often and giving her more simple tasks until she began to recover. Unlike in the past, she accepted their offers thankfully, sincerely grateful for the moments of peace they offered. Coming across Randy in the hallway she had braced herself for a mocking smile and a suggestive comment and was surprised instead to find genuine concern on his face and a small bouquet of lavender and rosemary being pressed quietly in her hands. Saying nothing she turned away quickly, not wanting him to see the sudden tears in her eyes. She was also surprised and relieved to find out from several close associates that nothing of what happened in the surgery had made it to the grapevine, sparing her the mental anguish of that humiliation. It also began to change her opinion of Randy.

After Pierre had left her she was relieved to feel the urgency of desire recede, giving her some respite from the constant reminder of the mesh tugging at her. She began spending more time at the estate, staying long hours after work reading and helping prepare the other specialists for their next day with patients. Everyone appreciated the change, and it didn't fail to get the attention of Dr. Collins who looked on with approval, seeing something in the young nurse she didn't expect to happen so quickly. There were still several things left for Jasmine to do before the doctor would consider freeing her and she was content to wait and watch patiently.

Chapter 52

John woke up slowly, groggy with lack of sleep, his mouth sticky and dry around the pacifier. Groaning slightly he started to roll over onto his side, curling his legs to ease the pain of his lower back, and bumped into the sleeping form of Delores next to him, his surprised face brushing against the sheer fabric of her nightgown and the soft swell of her breast. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't in a crib and that it was her arm now draped over his head and shoulders. He relaxed slightly, only mildly uncomfortable at the unexpected change of sleeping quarters. The last four weeks had tempered him from the anger and panic of the first few days at the Nursery. Now, with the constant attention of these women, he'd slowly been bent to their will, cooperating just enough to ward off any further punishments. He still suffered the constant anguish of not being allowed to speak and of being treated as an infant, and was no less confused with the reason he was here in the first place; but the relentless schedule had worn down almost all will to fight and he'd slid into the state of complacence that now garnered the pleased smiles of the nurses.

A deep sigh, fully awake now, he now knew where he was and recalled the day when he'd first been moved here from the Nursery.

Chapter 53

Delores leaned back, her blouse in disarray as she gently pulled John off her now tender nipple, the cool air crinkling the damp flesh with a pain that brought her into the present. She looked down and tenderly wiped the sprinkle of her recent tears from his face, watching him blush as his eyes shyly averted from hers.

''This is just the start you know'', she murmured, speaking more to herself than to him.

''This isn't something that's going to happen overnight, it's going to take quite a while.'' His eyes looked up at her, round and scared now, tugging at her heart. His throat worked but she put a finger to his lips, closing them. Now came the words that stuck in her throat like ashes.

''You want what's best for you and Elena, don't you?'', she asked, feeling the shock race through him and the tears begin to well up in his eyes. His breath shook unsteadily at the mention of his wifes name, making her dislike for that woman congeal into a hard fist in her chest. She paused, testing her own resolve.

'We can get through this, together, but you need to do everything I and the staff ask you to do, OK?'', she jogged him slightly, coaxing a reluctant nod from his frightened face, and she smiled, more to comfort him than from any genuine feeling she had. She began to button up. 'This is so unfair.....' she thought, pinching the buttons of her blouse closed. 'He still thinks Elena wants him back'. She sighed, knowing that what Elena really wanted was not the man on her lap but a more pliant, sexless housemaid, a sexually neutered slave made to do her bidding where she could watch and control his torment at her pleasure.

Usually with the patients her staff had trained this wasn't too much of an issue; the miscreants delivered to her often deserved much worse. But John.....was different, dangerously so to both Delores and himself. She now had to balance the demands of Elenas' requirements with her own instincts to protect what she believed to be a man not deserving that fate, somehow convincing the rest of the staff (and the Director, she thought glumly) that Johns' progress was going smoothly, according to schedule. Her unusual request to work with him individually had alerted the Director of something untoward, but Delores felt confident that the explanation she'd given and her exemplary record had assured the older woman sufficiently.

She finished closing her blouse and began preparing John for the evening, pleased at his now somewhat less sullen cooperation at being swaddled, and not so pleased (but smiling privately) with his frown at having a bottle coaxed between his lips. The shadow across his eyes darkened even more when he tasted the first trickle of milk, suspecting it was not the formula he was used to.

She smiled back at him...holding his eyes once more with hers as he slowly drained the bottle. They both lay there for a few minutes as the bottle emptied, her thoughts now moving forward to the next few weeks, worrying slightly at the thin edge she had to balance on.

The sudden suck of air signaled the empty bottle and she sat up and propped pillows around his bound figure, padding him in tightly, much to his resigned discomfort.

''Close your eyes'', she said soothingly, picking up his pacifier and nudging it into place past lips now used to such things. ''Get a good nights sleep and we'll start fresh in the morning.'' She leaned over and kissing his forehead, she could taste the slight salt of her tears and once again felt that warm surge begin to swell deep within her. A slow breath; she memorized his scent as his eyes closed to her caress, his own breath mixing with hers. A quiet moment together stretching out into longer minutes as both their breathing syncopated and slowed. He stirred, trying to roll into her, his face nuzzling her thighs as he slid into sleep. She tucked a pillow under his head and stood up to leave, reluctantly, sighing. The next weeks were going to be tough.

Chapter 54

He awoke that next morning to the sound of soft voices talking quietly around him. Gentle hands rocked his legs and arms awake and he tried to stretch, flexing his arms against the bindings still holding them to his side, stretching his legs against the sleeper until the material was drum tight. Giggles followed his efforts and he opened his eyes to squint up at the faces around him, once again dismayed to see several young, pert women watching his every move. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself for another day under their merciless hands. A small ding in the background and one of the nurses left to return with the first of his many warm bottles that now made up his sole diet. As Julie had described to them earlier that week, he was now entirely reliant on bottles, both breast milk and simple cereals, usually mixed into a warm pap that flowed easily through the larger nipples designed for him.

Hands lifted him up and almost without question but with an internal groan he reluctantly accepted the bottle, turning his mouth upwards to accept the dripping nipple between now well pursed lips. This nurse, Kathleen, he recalled, kept her hand firmly under his chin as she fed him, pressing his cheek against her small breasts as her slim fingers felt his throat swallowing steadily. He had already begun to develop preferences among the staff who fed him, finding some marginal comfort from those who held him less as an infant; an offering that gave him some small refuge from the inevitable process he was unable to resist. He still suffered considerable anguish from their relentless treatment though, and his only hope lay in not fighting, in gaining their trust and hopefully surviving, just surviving until he could somehow manage to get out of this place and back to Elena.

The bottle finished, they moved him onto a low changing table and began unfastening his sleeper, rubber panties and overnight diapers, now sodden and stuck firmly to his backside. He had learned very quickly the consequences of having a dry diaper in the morning, and had begun to force enough urine into his diaper just before they changed him, giving him some relief and pleasing the staff.

Lifting his legs one of the nurses carefully peeled off the diaper and several soakers, wiping him down, top to bottom before placing him on a scale to weigh him. The others busily marked their charts with his progress as they chatted, words of their boyfriends, relationships and the more intimate details of their lives piercing his ears, painfully reminding him of his infant status to them.

He began to fuss, angry now and frustrated, flexing against the bindings as they continued to talk, shushing him in that gentle maternal manner which just annoyed him more. He was scowling seriously now as they made quick work of re-diapering him and he stopped cooperating all together when they held up a bright pink romper. This part he hated, scared and angry that he was helpless to stop them from putting him in those idiotic outfits, his humiliation made all the more intense by the reactions of everyone who saw him.

His squirming was useless as they began working the soft flannel onto his legs and up his torso, and in sheer frustration he slipped his control and spat his pacifier onto the floor. Their immediate silence froze him to the table as the women watched him, their hands and faces silent. He immediately began to tear up, a tight sob caught in his back throat as his head fell back in resignation to the inevitable punishment they were about to administer.

One of the women bent down and picked up his pacifier, wiping it off on her skirt before placing it back in his now very cooperative mouth as the others resumed putting his shoulders and arms into the romper. He heard the popping together of little snaps between his legs as he was once again bound tightly in flannel. Still silent, the tension was unbearable, and his breath, now on the edge of panic was the only appeal he had to their mercy. They considered him quietly, watching his internal struggle and with quick glances between them, came to a decision. One of the nurses leaned over him to whisper in his ear.

'' We'll overlook that little bit of misbehavior but only if you cooperate with us the rest of the day, all day. Any struggle, ANY hesitation, and we'll come right back here and give you a lesson you won't forget, OK?'' she spoke quietly, with no hint of threat in the tone of her voice, but John knew the meaning behind the words. He nodded apprehensively....' come back here?' he wondered... not yet understanding.

At his timorous nod the others began to move with purpose, putting supplies into a large tote bag as another wheeled a large stroller over to his table. Kathleen come up along side him. ''It's time to go for a stroll'', she smiled, brushing the hair off of his suddenly pale forehead.

Chapter 55

Paralyzed by her words John lay rigid in their arms as they tucked his folded legs into the foot of the carriage and propped his shoulders against a soft pillow by the handles. He began to sweat in panic, trying to scrunch down to hide, but it was futile, there was simply no room to slide down and he was now stuck in a prominent position, head above the carriage sides, surrounded by soft blankets and toy animals. He moaned around his pacifier as they began to wheel him towards the door. Still numb with shock as they moved casually down the dim corridor, he was acutely aware of the strange faces passing by to peer in at him, smiling and greeting the nurses with cheerful comments. As they continued he could also see many closed doors on either side, some with no windows, some heavily barred, and for the first time was aware of the scale of the place he was trapped in. As they continued, John began to hear a faint rhythmic pounding coming from one of the closed doors up ahead, to the right. Just as they approached the door it was opened by one of the male staff, revealing a tableau inside that shocked and terrified John. There, in a room much like his own, another patient, naked and bound face down on padded table, was being used to pleasure two male attendants, one at either end of the struggling man between them, his choking cries spilling out into the hallway in sudden sharp counterpoint to the sound of Johns own sobs.

''SHUT THAT DOOR!'' one of the nurses immediately barked, throwing a blanket over John's head and quickly raising the sun hood to block his view. The attendant at the door, flustered at seeing them, stepped back and quickly shut the door, but not before several more screams and cries of mercy reached the hallway. As the door clicked shut, the dull sound of pounding commenced again, leaving an uncomfortable silence wrapped around John and his nurses. The women quickly moved past, grim now, their walk stiff with tension. One of them, John didn't know who, pulled back the blanket to check on him and quickly covered him again. Thankful for the privacy he calmed down, the picture of that room still burning the backs of his eyelids.

An elevator...then another long walk as the light grew steadily brighter and he could now hear the sound of running water over stone and the echo of high ceilings. They walked slowly, gradually coming to a stop, the sound of other women's voices greeting the glad replies of his nurses.

Quiet whispers, sighs and small sounds of dismay; he knew they were discussing the incident in the hallway. Straining his ears he couldn't quite make out their words, frustrated by the waterfall and the blanket covering him.

Eventually, after several long minutes the conversation turned to lighter matters, and the clinking of plates and feminine laughter began to sprinkle the steady drone of their words. John was slowly lulled into the slim hope that they would leave him hidden. He began to relax under that gentle sound and as he did, a slender hand reached in to grasp the edge of his carriage and began to rock him gently, back and forth, swaying him softly against the flannel and soft pillows cradling him. At first he resisted their deliberate attempt at making him sleep, but despite his efforts his eyelids began to get heavy, the gentle diffuse light and steady murmur of the women around him guiding him into a soft cocoon of sleep. His breathing slowed, steadied; he awoke slightly, remembering himself, but then again lost his grip on even that simple fact, and drifted away into sleep.

He awoke slowly to the bright glare of sun through high atrium windows. Blinking, he raised his head, his eyes finally adjusting to the light to reveal several women sitting in broad cushioned lounge chairs around a large circular table set with plates of food. His mouth immediately began to water at the sight and now the smell of all the tender meats and savory condiments spread out before him; he began sucking unconsciously on his pacifier and could feel his stomach turn over at the sudden rush of saliva he was swallowing. Looking up from the succulent food, he began to blush and tried to sit back and hide in the carriage; all the women had stopped eating to watch him. He cringed at their smiling faces and turned away, trying to work his chin under the blanket that had been tucked around his shoulders.

He heard the scrape of several chairs and two delicate faces leaned over to peer at him as he pulled nervously on his pacifier.

''Go slowly,'' one of his nurses cautioned, '' it's only been two weeks and he's still pretty shy.'' They both smiled at him and reached in to raise him to a sitting position. His eyes began to tear up in panic as the women around him laughed and cooed and one of them supporting him began to rub his back to try and soothe him. He groaned, wishing himself elsewhere and closed his eyes as tears began to course down his cheeks. Small cries of dismay and their maternal sounds meant to calm him only made it worse and he began to struggle, trying to curl away from the arms holding him. To his dismay he heard several clicks from the side of his carriage and discovered himself being turned slightly and leaned back into the lap of a very full figured woman, his head and right cheek now nestled between her left arm and breast. Surprised, he lay there as she quickly hooked his pacifier with her pinky and pulled it sharply away from his passive lips, deftly substituting it with a warm bottle of breast milk and cereal before he could react.

As the first wash of sweet milk flowed from the nipple into his mouth he simply broke down and began to cry, giving in to the impossibility of his situation, overwhelmed with anguish at not understanding their relentless behavior towards him and their relentless babying. Great chest heaving sobs wracked his frame as he pushed the nipple from his mouth and tried to turn away from their gentle stares. He buried his tearful face into the warm valley of her breast as her arms held him close and she mercifully pulled a thin shawl over his face to give him some small sense of peace. He sobbed uncontrollably, twitching his arms and legs weakly against their restraints as wave after wave of intense feelings washed over him, draining him of tension and emotion. All were quiet around the table as they watched his covered shape with faces of kind and gentle resolution.

After several minutes his crying eventually slowed to a hoarse breathing and quiet snuffling as he collected himself, suddenly aware of the damp silk against his lips and nose and the smooth warm swell of the breast against his cheek. The soft light filtering under the shawl soothed his tear swollen eyes and he sighed a deep shuddering breath, relaxing finally.

The arms holding him leaned him back slightly to a face up position and he once more felt a nipple and the sweet taste of breast milk between his lips. He began to moan past the tightness of his throat as he feebly tried to push the nipple back with his tongue.

'' You have to finish this, little one,'' the voice above him said softly as the nipple was again pushed between his lips, ''There's no going back any more, sweetheart.'' With small cries shaking his body once more he gave in and drew the nipple deep into his mouth. Milk began filling the back of his throat, and he paused in crying just long enough to swallow before continuing to suckle. The women around him smiled at that and turned back to their lunch, his soft crying now a gentle counterpoint to their conversation and the silver clinking of forks and knives.

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They chatted idly, their brunch sliding smoothly into mid afternoon tea as John was slowly fed the last of his bottles. At the sound of his finishing the arms that were holding him straightened up and turned slightly to lean his chin on a soft padded shoulder. Still covered, he felt a palm gently start to pat his back. Embarrassed, John struggled to burp quietly but the effort only caused milk to rise into his throat, choking him. As he gasped the shawl was drawn back and he was leaned forward and patted more firmly, now acutely aware of the women around him watching as he was being burped.

Overwhelmed he closed his eyes, trying to escape their faces, much to their bemused chuckles. The arms holding him straightened him up to a sitting position and a damp cloth wiped the remains of his meal from his face. Finished with cleaning him the nurse who had fed him gently laid him back into the carriage, rolling him forward to the table as others began discussing Delores and his progress. ''When did she start the series?'' ''It's been a little less than a week now, she should be able to start a full nursing routine in about three weeks, '' another answered. John stiffened, almost understanding, but not quite believing.

''I can almost understand her doing this'' a younger voice said quietly, ''He's certainly different from the rest.''

'' She says he's very good at the breast.'' another giggled, getting appreciative laughter from the rest. John squirmed at their words and felt the heat of embarrassment crawl slowly across his face.

Smiling faces leaned over him as hands reached in to tickle and stroke his legs and belly, increasing his torment. He began to panic and much to his sudden horror felt the beginning trickle of urine between his legs. Under their deliberate hands he slowly lost control of his bladder and hot urine began flooding the thick folds of his diaper, swelling it and the soaker tightly against him, the hot wet pool creeping up his backside and over the elastic where it began to darken his romper.

Noticing the alarm in his expression one of the nurses popped open a few snaps between his legs to get a finger between his inner thigh and the diaper, smiling at the moisture she felt there. Opening his jumper even more she saw that he'd leaked through to the flannel at the legs. Slipping a hand under him she felt the dampness there too.

''Looks like our little man here needs a change, and in a hurry!'' she said, continuing to open his jumper. He began to struggle, panicked at the idea of being changed in the open and unable to prevent her from exposing him to everyone. He began to whimper, twisting back and forth as one of the other nurses came alongside to help steady the carriage. The two of them tried to calm his struggles, shushing him with soft hands on his chest and legs, slowing down their undressing him until he settled a bit.

Under their careful hands his breathing slowed and he resigned himself to their hands as they continued undressing him. Eyes closed he felt them pop open the rest of the snaps between his legs and roll the damp jumper up to his waist where they sat him up to unsnap the sides and finally slide the entire thing out from under his bottom. He felt gentle tugs at his hips as pins were opened and the cool air of the atrium chilled his groin as the wet diaper was pulled away from his hot skin. The abrupt silence from the nearby table and the sudden pause of his nurses puzzled him as he lay there, exposed, untouched for long moments. He began to whimper, sensing a tension in the air as the silence lengthened.

With a soft cluck of comfort a hand reached for his scrotum, lifting it up as another wiped him with a damp cloth, working the thin material into every fold. He was rocked to one side as the hand continued to wipe, dragging the cloth in achingly slow strokes past his perineum and anus, tickling them almost to the point of arousal. He groaned at that sense memory, recalling Jasmine's torment his second day there and the pleasures long denied him. His cock began to thicken, and he opened his eyes finally, looking up to see who was touching him so sensually. It was the smiling face of his wife, Elena.

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Smiling, she continued to run the moist cloth over his cock and balls, feeling his member continue to thicken in her soft hands as she watched her husband's reaction.

John's heart surged, as relief washed across his smiling face. He was shocked and genuinely happy to see Elena, desperate to believe she was here to free him from this nightmare. The nurses standing at a discrete distance around them didn't fail to notice that odd fact. ''Sweetheart....''he gasped, the pacifier slipping from his mouth, not caring any more of the consequences, ''Thank god your here...''. He strained against his bonds, arms and legs moving hopefully against them, trying to reach her as she paused, hands now on the side of the carriage.

''Honey...'' he continued, now puzzled and becoming alarmed at her simply standing there, watching, smiling. With her eyes still on his, she reached into the carriage and opened a small bottle of lotion, raising it for him to see her slowly pour a small pool of fragrant lotion into her palm.

''Elena....please''', he begged, hoping, still not willing to give up. Several of the nurses turned away. Reaching between his spread legs, she spread lotion over him, running her palm up and over his smooth tight scrotum, grasping his limp penis in her slick hand to form a warm, silky smooth tunnel. She began to pump him slowly, eyes never leaving his as he continued to plead with her.

''Elena, please, get me out of here...please honey...'' he continued, ignoring the nurses around him and trying to ignore the hand that was steadily coaxing him erect.

''Stop....'' he groaned, hips beginning to move against her hand, thrusting almost desperately, the conflict making him dizzy.

'' ......please....uhh......why........?'' Her hand now held him fully erect, blood engorged, slick and shiny with lotion. She rolled her palm over his swollen head, smearing pre-cum onto his cock as his hips now thrust upward, against his conscious will, waves of long denied pleasure forcing his hips to thrust upward against her hand. He was oblivious to everything around him, all thoughts and feelings now centered on his cock as he felt the first rise of semen begin to gather deep inside. Her hand gripped him tighter as she watched him squirming underneath her.

She reached in with the other hand to cup his swollen scrotum, pulling it slightly away from his body and running her thumb over the full testicles inside. He began to arch up to meet the downward thrust of her fist, and she increased her tempo, feeling him surge towards orgasm.

'' Well sweetheart..'' she began suddenly, stroking his cock more firmly. His eyes opened in surprise and he paused his thrusting, trying to track on her smiling face through the haze of pleasure. She continued...

''Seeing as how this is your last orgasm before these'' she squeezed his balls firmly, ''get removed this evening, I thought it was fitting that I be here to help personally.'' He cried out in shock and fear, unable to pull away as she suddenly slipped her hand under his balls to push a finger deep into his anus and he began to come. His back arched up off the padding as the first thick rope of semen shot over his chest to splash against his chin and neck, his cock pulsing its second and third jets onto his chest and belly as she continued to milk him relentlessly. ''Come on honey, enjoy it while it lasts...'' she crooned, feeling his cock spasm a fourth and fifth time. He was crying now, rocking back and forth, unable to escape her finger and hand which were pressing the last of his come from him. She shook the last few thick drops onto his belly, easing her finger from his backside as he looked up at her with tear swollen eyes.

''Why.....?, he sobbed, arms and legs struggling uselessly, ''Why?'' She turned to one side of his stroller and beckoned to someone. A tall, athletic man came alongside Elena, putting his hands on both her shoulders as they kissed deeply before turning back to look down at John. He was too shocked to say anything and in that moment Elena reached into the carriage and picked up his pacifier, using it to wipe off the semen still on his chin before putting it back into his mouth. He gagged but didn't resist, all will seemingly drained from his body. He stared up at the two with tearful eyes.

She smiled, turning in the muscular arms which wrapped around her waist before addressing John.

''Simon and I are engaged to be married,'' she began, smiling at Johns face as she reached in to begin wiping him up with a soft cloth. She dabbed at the semen on his chest and belly, and continued to talk as if it were an everyday conversation.

''He and I will be living here at the Estate for the next six months until you finish your training, then all three of us will move to a private residence somewhere nearby. ''

She smiled down at him as she unfolded a diaper and began to snug it under him.

''Raise your bottom, dear.'' she said matter-of-factly as John just stared at her, numb with shock.

''Raise your bottom or I'll request that they don't use anesthesia tonight.'' she said, the look on her face making it clear the threat was entirely possible.

John began to tremble, his chest shuddering as a hard knot of fear and anger tore through him, his vision tunneled down to the smiling face hovering over him. With a hoarse shout he lurched out of the carriage, throwing himself futilely at Elena, knocking her and her partner over as all three of them crashed onto the grass in a tangle. Screaming incoherently John rolled over on top of her partner, driving the back of his head into the face under him, getting a satisfying grunt before hands grabbed him and the sharp prick of a needle sent him down into a long tunnel, the sounds of angry voices fading as he sank into oblivion.

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The nurses formed a tight ring around John as Elena got up furiously, shocked and embarrassed. Her partner was still on the ground, bleeding profusely, his nose swollen and most likely broken. A nurse tended to him, none to gently, as Elena turned to the nurses hovering over John and began shouting.

''Get him back and prepped for his surgery.....NOW!'' she yelled hoarsely, clutching her fists angrily, before turning and hauling her partner up off the grass. He stood unsteadily, holding a cloth to his nose as she yanked him away, both staggering slightly in the grass as they made their way back to the main buildings.

Several of the women turned to finish gathering up John and up-righting his carriage as others gathered the scattered contents which lay all around them. They looked up briefly as Julie came towards them at a stiff walk, her body relaying how upset she was at the news of the incident. As she approached, the younger nurses were gently cleaning him up before diapering and swaddling him in a blanket, keeping it warm and snug around his limp body. All of them were silent at their task as Julie came up alongside the stroller in a huff, radiating distress.

''Thank you for calling me so quickly,'' she said, catching her breath. '' I'm so glad you notified me first before calling security.'' The nurses relaxed visibly, their apprehension about the incident now allayed by the senior nurses words.

''We've never seen a client...'''one of the younger nurses began. Julie raised her hand, cutting her off.

''I know, it was uncalled for, even if he did deserve it,'' Julie interrupted, ''It wasn't your fault it got out of hand. Elena was out of line, she abused the client/patient privileges and got what she deserved. That's how I'll report it to the Director.'' That got a few vindictive smiles which surprised Julie. It seemed as if even knowing John a short while garnered him several allies. One of the nurses came up to Julie and put something tiny and metallic in her hand. It was a cel phone, one not issued by the Estate.

''I found this on the grass,'' the young nurse said quietly. Julie opened it up and scrolled though the contacts, seeing many outside names and several familiar ones. She got a sudden rush of delight at the realization of whose phone it was. ''How long has Elena been gone?'' she asked quickly looking up sharply as they glanced among each other uncertainly.

''Maybe five minutes, not much longer,'' one of them replied, adding, ''I imagine they'll be heading for the infirmary which is on the other side of the complex.'' Julie nodded, figuring.

''Give me a pen and paper.'' she said, sitting down at the table as one of them handed her a pad and pen. She began copying the phone numbers.

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