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Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. It’s another hallway. This one extremely dank, and the definite look of a seldom travelled or even cleaned passage. We find Laura, hurrying down the hall in heels that are certainly beyond the regulations of footwear allowed for patients of the asylum…
Laura shuddered as she stood in front of the heavy imposing door, knowing just how tough this was going to be. She was going to have to pull out all the stops. The string bikini she wore under her ugly uniform was certainly going to help in that regard.
She could feel the strings around her curves, digging in under the pressure of holding up her big tits.
Her piercing was clearly visible through the material, at least when it wasn’t covered up by her uniform anyway. She loved the way it kept her nipple hard and distended.
She opened the door, the latch squeaking, removing any hope of getting the drop on him. Not that she thought there was much chance of that anyway. He had the reflexes and instincts of a weasel. Well, maybe a weasel that enjoyed inflicting pain and was evil to the core.
She looked around at the dank room, again as disturbed as she was every time she was in here. She was surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment, all hidden in shadows. Some of it was recognisable from her time as a nurse, but most of it was surgical and she’d never been a surgical nurse. It was definitely an uncomfortable decor.
“Laura, to what do I owe the pleasure?” a thin, reedy, sneaky, and above all, weaselly voice asked.
Laura turned in shock, although in hindsight she should have known he would be lurking in the shadows somewhere.
She’d pretty much walked past him as she slowly entered his ‘office’, for want of a better word. Operating room and laboratory were two other words that seemed very applicable.
“Dr Ramirez, I need a favour,” she told him.
“Oh really? Well this is a turn up for the books,” he replied, brightly. “And I’m going to hazard a guess that this is a favour you would like to keep hidden from our dear Matron, correct?”
He was such a weasel, always intelligent enough to see the best way through a problem or opportunity and quick enough to seize it every time. Still, it was exactly as she’d expected.
“Yes Dr Ramirez, that’s correct.”
“Well-well, I suppose that might be possible. What do you require of me?”
“I’m bringing in a guest, a FUCKING SKANK WHORE!” she suddenly shouted, her emotions getting the best of her as she thought of her target.
He was startled by the outburst but Laura’s mood swings were pretty well known by almost every resident of the asylum. Mostly if they weren’t targeted at you and you didn’t provoke her, you were fine. He’d never been the target before, as he projected his own aura of fear and so far the two of them had never had cause to clash. He wasn’t stupid enough to provoke her.
“Yes?” he asked, warily.
“I was hoping you might be willing to help me, ‘entertain’ her,” she asked, making quotation marks in the air with her hands.
Her past as a nurse meant Ramirez was confident she knew exactly what she was saying when she used that code word.
“A plaything, really?” he asked.
“Yes, but not just for you, I want to play with her as well. A lot,” she replied
It had been quite a while since he’d ‘entertained’ a ‘plaything’, so the prospect of a doing so again was very exciting, but unfortunately, impossible.
“I’d love to help you Laura, but Ms Sarah has banned me from entertainments I’m afraid. It would be too much of a risk.”
“I thought you might say that at first.”
Laura yanked open her uniform, popping the single button that held it closed, revealing her DDs trapped inside the string bikini.
“Oh,” Ramirez grunted at the sight.
The string bikini was a zebra pattern with pink edging, and it was technically a one piece. The strings ran from around her neck, like a halter top, down over her big, olive titties, widening just enough to conceal her nipples and then down and around to her hips where they joined the waistband. The covering over her mound was so thin it was see through, revealing that she was shaved bald. At the back, her arse crack was barely hidden by the skimpy material.
“So I came prepared to sweeten the deal,” she told him.
Her nipples were already hard. She reached up and tweaked her piercing, drawing his attention to it.
“Oh Laura,” he moaned.
“You like?” she asked.
She turned slowly to let him get a look at the big olive globes of her arse spilling out of the tiny bottom.
“Oh you slut, you know I can’t resist you.”
Laura smirked as she watched him start shedding his clothes. His six inch peter came into view, hard already. It waved around as he stripped.
When finished, he stepped towards her, eager to get his hands on her smooth skin and have his bartın escort way with her. She knew she needed to get the business dealt with first.
“My favour?” she asked with her hand on his hairy chest, holding him at bay.
She’d played him perfectly. He’d sell his own mother to a slave trader to have her at this point.
“Yes, yes, I’ll do it you fucking bitch,” he told her eagerly.
His cock pushed up against her bikini clad mound as he stepped into her embrace and filled his hands with her jiggly butt cheeks. He rolled them around in his hands.
“Oh god yes,” he moaned.
His hairy chest rubbed against her nipples through her bikini.
“Mmm, you’re so easy doctor,” she told him.
He didn’t like the thought of being so easily manipulated by someone he saw as easily manipulated.
“Be careful Laura, don’t forget Daniel,” he told her in annoyance and with more than a hint of menace.
How could she forget? Very few people knew how truly vengeful, evil, depraved and conniving Dr Ramirez could be. He had no limits. Daniel’s fate proved that. Still, Laura wasn’t always at the top of her game in keeping control of her own impulses.
She slapped him across his face.
“You won’t fuck with me like that Ramirez or I’ll fuck you up!” she told him with a rising voice.
“Fucking whore!” he barked in pain and anger.
He lifted her up by taking full grip of her arse. She was heavy for the small man, but he didn’t have far to lift her before dropping her onto the hospital bed on her arse.
He took the opportunity to worm his fingers under her outfit and enjoy the feeling of her warm arse crack with his finger tips.
He sat her there and pulled out her big tits, pulling her bikini to the sides. He latched onto her unpierced nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned in pleasure.
He swirled his tongue around and sucked in as much of her huge breast as he could. He suckled on the breast flesh for a moment, before biting on the nipple, using his teeth hard.
“Ah!” she cried in pain.
“You arsehole!”
“Fucking bitch,” he replied.
He still had his hands feeling up her delectable booty. He took her piercing between his teeth and pulled away from her.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Yes!”
He reached around and pulled aside the bikini from her weeping snatch, before releasing her bosom to let it bounce back into place.
“I’m gonna fuck you now slut. But you owe me. You’re going to get something for me from outside.”
He drove his prick inside her slick tunnel, burying it to the hilt.
“Oh fuck,” she cried at his rough entrance into her pussy, “What… What are you talking about, just get it yourself outside, you’re not a fucking inmate.”
“You want my help, my entertaining expertise, then you’ll do as I say you crazy bitch.”
He pulled back and slammed home again.
Despite herself and her opinion of him, Laura was getting into it, her pussy leaked around his cock as it drove back and forth inside her. His dick wasn’t anything special, but he knew how to fuck, and how to work the angles.
He held her thighs as he pumped his hips back and forth.
Her tits bounced, jiggling.
He climbed up onto the bed in an effort to get more leverage and power.
Laura threw her legs wide open and lifted them into the air, her illicit heels still on her feet.
“Oh god yes,” he moaned.
“Uh, fuck me you arsehole.”
She brought down her legs to wrap around his arse, encouraging his pumping efforts and helping him drive harder and faster.
“You’ll get me what I want or I won’t help you at all, and I might even tell Ms Sarah what you’re planning.”
He had her pinned down, but she still felt angry at his manipulation of her. She bucked hard against him, trying to throw him off but it didn’t work, he held her tight.
She managed to roll them off the bed and they crashed to the floor.
“AH FUCK!” he cried in pain as she landed on top of him, his back and arse slamming into the floor
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
She crouched over, continuing to slide up and down his rod. Then she bit his ear and pulled against it, stretching it away from him.
“OH FUCK!”
Suddenly he took hold of her arse again and started pounding up into her.
The pain wasn’t having the effect she expected, but his efforts were turning her on. He was fucking her hard now. His dick slid in and out of her slimy cunt.
She started bucking on top of him, releasing his ear, unable to hold back her cries of passion.
“YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD RAMIREZ! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK! I’M CUMMING ARSEHOLE! DON’T STOP FUCKING ME!”
Ramirez was reaching his own point of no return.
“Oh god, yes, cum for me you slut,” he encouraged her.
Her snatch milked his cock as she came. It pulsed and sucked on him.
She threw back her head and cried, “OH! GOD! YES!”
She looked awesome as she came, her olive skin glistened with bartın escort bayan sweat and her nipples stood proud. Her tits jiggled, shook and bounced as she rode him. The sight of her was too much to withstand.
“Oh shit, I’m cumming.”
He pulled her back down to him and managed to get a tit into his mouth and suck it for all he was worth. His other hand held her arse feeling the bikini before snaking a finger up to her arsehole and using the sweat to slide inside.
“OH YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” she cried as her orgasm hit a new peak.
His back arched and he drove himself upward, as deep inside her as possible. His balls lurched and started pumping cum up his tube steak. His slit dilated as a deluge of man cream started flooding her cunt, mixing with her own orgasmic fluids. His seed splashed against her cervix and she could feel it splashing back.
Her pussy was soon full and their fluids started gushing back out through the tight seal of their coupling.
Ramirez was rigid as he came, while Laura tried to keep fucking him to prolong her orgasm. It wasn’t easy to keep riding him with his finger shoved up her arse, but it felt so fantastic that she wasn’t about to make him remove it.
“You enjoyed that Laura. You really should come and see me more often.”
There was no doubting he was a good fuck, but he was unsettling, disturbing and discomforting and after a while that seeped into the sex and made people sick. Still, maybe she should try to squeeze in a visit once in a while.
* * *
The showers of Meretrix Hills have always been surprisingly clean. That’s just how Ms Sarah prefers it, so that’s how it is. Sometimes all it took from her was a simple offhand comment, for entire policies to change. She liked hygiene. She liked people to be clean. Sometimes things had to be done at strange times, and it just wouldn’t do to have to do those things without everything being clean.
For this though, Ms Sarah wanted a bit of filth. She wanted this to feel like a true punishment. It was always hard to find something to truly punish the slut though, because despite the fact that she was so disobedient, she seemed to get off on just about anything Ms Sarah either did to her, or ordered someone else to do to her.
She was there, waiting for Ms Sarah, just as instructed. The whore was wearing that black and aqua tiger striped bikini she’d had smuggled in. Ms Sarah knew everything that was trafficked into the asylum, but chose which items to interdict or allow passage through. She tended to reward the obedient inmates with a lax contraband policy. While the slut didn’t necessarily fit that description, Ms Sarah had other reasons for allowing the occasional piece of contraband in for her.
Ms Sarah strode into the shower area, her shiny, black leather, high heeled pumps clicked on the tiles as she walked. She knew the slut well, and dressing seductively would affect her almost as it would a man. Her stockings were black and about 30 denier, not that her legs needed assistance to look amazing. She wore a garter belt to clip them to. She also wore a flowing, sheer, black chiffon robe that almost dragged on the ground. It billowed as she walked and displayed the fancy black lace bra encasing her spectacular tits. An unusual factor for her was the dress gloves she wore, again in a sheer, black material. The pièce de résistance though was the fact that she had decided that it would be much better to simply go without panties for this little punishment.
Her bald pussy was beautifully framed by the straps holding up her stockings and the garter belt itself. Ms Sarah was far from an exhibitionist, but she knew that her naked body had a lot of power, especially where Deb was concerned as she had a little bit of a girl-crush, despite being such a cock-hungry slut. The point was, being naked didn’t turn Ms Sarah on in any particular way, but the power she was displaying over the bound whore certainly did. She wasn’t dripping, but she could feel moisture between her lips.
“You do know why you’re here, don’t you slut?” she asked the whore on her knees.
She nodded, and tried to answer yes, but couldn’t speak through the ball gag in her mouth.
“I’d ask you to tell me about it, but I think that’s going to be a little bit difficult for you right now, isn’t it?”
She stared down at the slut who knelt in the wide, tiled, communal shower area. She’d specifically chosen this area for the excellent drainage. She didn’t want to deal with this kind of filth in her office.
The ball gag was of course, red, with a black leather strap buckled around her head. At the moment the gag was simply inconvenient, but later, when it stopped the slut from doing what she craved, that was when the true punishment would be felt.
It appeared that the slut simply had her hands behind her back, but Ms Sarah knew that she was in fact, cuffed that way. She wasn’t heartless or overly mean, so the cuffs were cushioned with rubber, which was, importantly, escort bartın waterproof.
The whore did have a nice set of breasts. Her bikini pushed the big, bulging bosoms up into a long line of cleavage. She could already see the slut’s nipples straining against captivity.
The bikini bottoms were tiny at the front, but of course that wasn’t a problem for such a harlot as her thatch was always shaved bald. Her thighs plumped up pleasingly as she knelt upon them.
Inexplicably, she had tan lines across her breasts, though they were faint, obviously from a more modest bikini. From memory it had been months since she’d seen proper sunlight. The bitch was blessed with skin that simply loved sunlight, unlike Ms Sarah’s own pale complexion, though admittedly the hate was mutual between herself and the sun. She could still appreciate a nice tan, even though she’d never had one herself.
“You took what was mine.”
The slut dropped her eyes to Ms Sarah’s feet in submission.
“Not even going to deny it are you?”
She shook her head negatively.
Ms Sarah felt her lips curl upwards, snarling, and her teeth ground together in anger.
“Those orgasms were mine you fucking bitch,” she told the slut, menacingly. “But you’re such a nymphomaniac that you couldn’t resist. Just had to have yourself a taste of what doesn’t belong to you.
“I couldn’t really decide how I was going to punish you. Certainly nothing so far has taught you the error of your ways. I really try my best, my hardest, with you slut. You are so obedient when I’m around, but so fucking disobedient as soon as my back is turned.”
Ms Sarah moved over and took hold of the whore’s tits. She tickled the nipples with her thumbs, rubbing over them and tweaking them side to side. They grew even longer, thicker and harder.
“Eventually I decided to try and show you what it’s like to have something taken from you.”
The slut looked up in fear, just as Ms Sarah grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them around as hard and painfully as she could.
“MMMFFF!” she moaned through the gag and fell sideways, dragging her pained nipples out of Ms Sarah’s grasp.
“DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AGAIN YOU SLUT!”
Ms Sarah leaned over the nymphomaniac, her eyes blazing in anger and hatred. She panted, the sudden outburst having raised her heart rate and breathing in an instant. The line about taking something from her and then yanking on her nipples was designed to put the fear of losing her tits into the slut. But that wasn’t what today was about.
“Ahem…” she coughed to clear her throat, “don’t worry, those pretty tits of yours are safe for now, but we are going to try something different today. Andrew?”
“Yes, Ms Sarah,” the big orderly rumbled from around the corner.
“Please join us,” she said with a malicious smile down at the slut.
Andrew was one of Ms Sarah’s most loyal pets. Deb had tried, on several occasions, to get a piece of him. He was tall and broad, about 6’7″ and was easily the biggest, toughest orderly of Meretrix Hills. Deb was certain he had a nice, big, thick cock too.
He stepped into view, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, flowing shorts. He wasn’t completely chiselled, no six pack, but there was no flab either. He had muscle and bulk in equal proportions. His dark hair was closely trimmed and he stayed clean shaven. His nose had taken a few hits, hinting at a rough life, but he was handsome enough in a rugged way.
“Thank you Andrew.”
Deb watched as Ms Sarah reached high and ran her fingers through his hair. She ran her other hand around his pectorals and then trailed her hand down his belly to the waistband of his shorts.
“May I, Andrew?”
He turned to look into her eyes.
“I promise it will be ok,” she replied, looking back into his gaze… comfortingly.
Deb had never seen this side of Ms Sarah, she would never even have dreamed it existed. She was treating him with kindness.
“Ok,” he answered finally in a gravelly voice and with a nod of his head.
Ms Sarah moved behind him and slowly pulled down his shorts.
Unexpectedly, Andrew’s soft cock was not the monster Deb had pictured it to be. It was… well it was average. Actually it was less than average. Well, it was hard to tell because it was attached to a tank of a man. It was definitely possible that he was a ‘grower’ rather than a ‘shower’. Deb wasn’t picky either, but she’d had high expectations.
“Isn’t she pathetic?” Ms Sarah asked Andrew while she looked down on Deb, the disobedient, nymphomaniac slut. “Look at her, handcuffed and gagged with her big tits bulging out of her bikini. She’s such a naughty slut too Andrew. She disobeyed me. We’re going to punish her Andrew. You and I.”
He again looked into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you the whole time. Why don’t you start by feeling up her tits a bit? They are quite nice after all.”
He stepped forward to Deb, who knelt submissively, cuffed and gagged. He brought his hands up to her bikini-clad breasts and gently cupped them in his hands, feeling the soft flesh cradled in his palms. His thumbs pressed against her hard nipples through the bikini.
“Mmmm,” Deb moaned in response, through the gag.
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