Sexual Deviance
Part 4 - The Showers
The shower room was almost empty, the tiled floor cold and damp beneath her
feet. Another girl was washing herself in a corner of the room, her long brown
hair dripping down her back. She looked around and there as a moment's terror in
her wide brown eyes, before she turned away.
Meg breathed out slowly as she looked around. She had been expecting Kara to do
something to her, to lead her elsewhere, to some room of torture.
Of curse, those thoughts were silly. Kara was intimidating, yes, but she was
only interested in treating Meg, in helping cure her of her...
Her...
Her sexual deviance.
Even so, Meg stiffened and closed her eyes as she felt Kara's strong hands on
her body, unbuckling and unclipping and freeing her from the restraint of the
straitjacket. The muscles in her arms and torso ached with the sudden release,
and she stretched, moaning with the renewed sensation in her body. It was all
she could do to remain upright. Her skin was damp and warm with dried sweat. It
had been so hot wearing that.
"Stop flaunting yourself, slut," barked Kara. "Go and get clean."
Meg walked forward, the tiled floor slick with a layer of water. As soon as she
walked underneath the metal pipes, a rush of water cascaded down on her naked
body, and she gasped wth the sensation. It was warm and comforting and for a
moment she was content to just stand there, letting the water wash over her.
"There's soap up there, slut. Use it."
A bar of soap was resting on a small ledge. Meg picked it up, and it slipped
from her hands, jumping into the air before she managed to catch it. With a wry
smile, she began to lather, and rub herself.
That straitjacket had been so uncomfortable, straining her muscles, rubbing her
body sore. Her nipples in particular were tender from the rubbing of the rough
fabric against them. Were people generally put into straitjackets naked, she
wondered. She thought they were designed to fit over clothes.
She gasped with soft pleasure as she ran the lather over her breasts. Donna had
used to kiss them so softly, playing with her nipples for hours, until Meg had
been screaming with desire.
She should be using this opportunity to think, the pleasure of the warm water on
her tender skin restoring some semblance of rational thought. The shameful
memory of that night was beginning to recede now, and it was becoming more and
more clear to her that she had been drugged.
This seemed like a very unusual place for somewhere that claimed to treat sexual
deviance. Doctor Kavanagh had said something about her looking sexy in the
straitjacket. Kara had raped her, and Mistress Aiko - Nurse Tanaka - had made
several comments.
Something here was wrong, but Meg had no idea what. She did not think she would
be able to endure this treatment long enough to identify what.
You are a slut.
You are a disgusting little whore.
The memory of those words stung her. She was both of those things. Doctor
Kavanagh was trying to cure her... Or was she? Nothing about this made sense.
Maybe if she could talk to some of the other patients here, maybe then she would
find out more. What was this place called? Edgeton? She had never heard of it.
There was another patient here, and Meg carefully changed her position, running
her soapy fingers through her long, stringy hair, trying to catch a look. The
girl was showering listlessly, sending terrified glances towards the doorway.
Kara was not in sight, and so Meg stared at the girl for longer.
She looked young, maybe only seventeen or eighteen, attractively plump, but long
brown hair, a few shades lighter than Meg's own.
"Hello," Meg said, as quietly as she could. She had no idea when Kara would be
back. The girl looked at her, her large, doe-like brown hair filled with fear.
"What's your name?"
"We're not supposed to talk," the girl said, so quietly that Meg had trouble
hearing her over the sound of the water. The girl hesitated. "Lisa," she said,
even quieter.
"I'm Meg."
"We're not supposed to talk," she said again, turning back.
Meg sighed, and turned back to the pleasant downpour of water. At least she had
the girl's name, that was something.
She rubbed more of the lather onto herself. This was the most pleasurable
experience she had had since coming here. She had always loved a good shower.
Just running her hands through her long, dripping hair, or rubbing the soap
across her body...
Her hand slid down to her groin.
You are a slut.
You are a disgusting little whore.
She hesitated, and looked around. Kara was still nowhere to be seen. She was a
slut, but with time to think, she wondered if that was such a bad thing. She
liked sex. She liked having sex. She liked pleasuring herself. Were any of those
so bad?
You are a slut.
You are a disgusting little whore.
She had admitted that to Doctor Kavanagh, and she did want to be helped. She
really did. But there was something very strange about this place.
Her pussy was still red and sore from that long, anguished night of desire. She
remembered screaming insanely with lust.
If only she had been allowed to touch herself...
They had drugged her food. They had done that to her. It had been nothing to do
with her.
She lathered up the soap again, and began to wash her groin. Her pubic hair was
beginning to grow back, and it was itching slightly, although in a pleasant way.
She ran one soapy finger around her lips, and bit her tongue to stifle a moan.
She gently pushed one finger inside herself, and closed her eyes.
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The sound of the shower was driving her crazy. How long had Donna been in there
now? Meg shifted in her tight bonds, but no matter how much she tried, she
couldn't release the heat in her pussy.
"Donna!" she moaned. "I'm dying here."
"You'll just have to wait," came her lover's reply, in her typically sultry,
sexy voice.
"Donna!"
"Do you want me to come out there and gag you?"
"I want you to come out here."
Donna laughed, a sound Meg loved to hear, but she did not come out of the
shower.
Meg was naked in their bedroom, just across the hallway from the bathroom. Both
doors were open, and, if she strained a lot, Meg could see into the bathroom.
Donna was still in the shower.
Still there! How long could she be? Meg enjoyed long showers herself, but this
was beyond a joke. How could Donna spend so long in there when she had an
incredibly horny girlfriend tied up and waiting for her?
Meg tried to shift her hands behind her back. They were handcuffed at the wrist,
and there was no freedom of movement at all. Her legs were pulled wide apart,
and her ankles shackled to the legs of the bed.
Donna had tied her like that, then kissed and caressed and driven her into a
sexual frenzy. Donna knew exactly what parts of Meg's body to play with to drive
her crazy, and she had been remorseless.
Then, at just the point that Meg was ready to cum, Donna had gotten up, and gone
into the shower.
Well, that had been after she had gone to the local shop, bought some milk, made
herself a cup of tea, and drank if in full view of her moaning, panting, begging
girlfriend.
Then, she had gone into the shower.
"Donna!" Meg wailed.
"I should have gagged you," came the reply. "I would have, if I didn't have a
lot of plans for that mouth later."
"Donna!"
"Be quiet, slut!" the showering redhead said, with mock severity. "Or I shall
have to fetch a cane and tan your buttocks red."
"Yes, please!"
"Of course, I'll have to get a cane, or a bamboo rod or something. The local
gardening shop might have one, but I think they're closed. Maybe I should go to
Anne's, and see what they've got in stock."
"Donna!" Anne's was their local - and only - fetish shop, and it was at least
twenty minutes drive away.
"Maybe I should mail order a new cane. I think our one is wearing out."
"Donna!" There were tears in Meg's eyes. She couldn't take much more of this.
She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to be fucked now!
"Fine." The sound of water stopped, and Donna walked slowly across the hallway
into the bedroom.
She had not even stopped to dry herself. Her luscious body was dripping with
water, her waist-length hair was stuck to her body. A veritable river was
flowing down the valley between her pale, pink-nippled breasts.
In a swift, feline movement, she was on the bed, on top of Meg's squirming body,
water pouring from her onto Meg. Her lips clamped down onto her writhing
girlfriend's, and she kissed Meg passionately, lovingly, oh so sexily.
"I seem to be all wet," Donna said. Her hand brushed against Meg's cunt. "I'm
not the only one. You really are a little slut, aren't you?"
"Oh, God," Meg panted. "Oh, my God, Donna..."
"Yes, I suppose I am. You'd better lick this water off me..."
She positioned herself so that her right breast was above Meg's mouth.
Obediently, instantly, Meg began to drink the water that was trickling down,
taking every opportunity to nibble and lick at Donna's breast as she did so.
Meanwhile, Donna's hand was still at her groin, toying mercilessly, playing with
her, bringing her oh so close to...
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A blow to the back of her head brought her around from her fantasy, and Meg
stumbled forward.
"Some sluts never learn," came Kara's harsh voice. "Or have you forgotten why
you're here?"
Terrified, Meg realised what she had been doing. "I'm sorry," she said. "I..."
"I don't want to know," snapped the amazon nurse. "You can tell it all to Doctor
Kavanagh. I had a feeling you'd do something, though, so I went and got a few
toys ready."
The strong woman grabbed Meg's arms, and forced her hands up. Meg struggled, but
she was like a child compared to the nurse, and she was helpless to prevent Kara
clipping a handcuff to one wrist, and then the other, leaving her hanging from
the water pipes that fed the shower. Meg was only barely able to remain
standing, and the slick surface beneath her feet was causing her to scramble and
stumble, frantically trying to gain some purchase on the floor.
The water was still on, pouring onto her head and body. She realised that Kara
must be getting very wet as well.
And then a thought occurred to her.
"No!" she cried. "Not the electricity! Not again! Please, no! I'm sorry. I'm a
slut! A whore! Please, not the..."
Kara chuckled. "Not that, whore. I've got some other treatment in store for
you."
"Please, I'm sorry. I..."
There was a loud smack across her backside, and Meg cried out. She had an ample
posterior, and she and Donna had sometimes played spanking games, but Donna had
never hit her with a blow like that. There was another blow, and Kara followed
that up by painful and embarrassing probing around her buttocks.
Kara squeezed tightly, digging her nails into Meg's soft skin. The hanging girl
cried out again.
Just the thought of being at Kara's mercy filled the young girl with terror. The
amazon nurse was so big, so intimidating, so ruthless. Meg remembered the
electricity painfully, and the way she had been forced to pleasure Kara with her
tongue. She had been a submissive for seven years, ever since that first time
with Melissa, and she had been in some frightening situations, but she had never
known anyone who scared her as much as Kara did. The fear Meg felt from Kara was
terror-fear, not sexy, submissive-fear.
The nurse slowly prodded at Meg's anal cavity, and the hanging girl actually
screamed.
"Little tight there," Kara noted. "Never been raped up the ass before."
No, Meg never had. She would try most things, but not that. It had sounded
painful, and humiliating. Donna had never suggested it, never even asked. It was
as if she had just known.
"Please, no... please... not that..."
"It's that or the electricity, slut."
Meg froze, as if paralysed. Her legs gave way on the slippery floor, and she
fell, the whole weight of her body resting on her arms. Kara grabbed her and
stood her back up, holding her steady. The nurse's hand curled around Meg's
body, and grabbed her breasts painfully, squeezing them even tighter than she
had Meg's buttocks.
"What's it to be?"
Meg thought about it frantically. She remembered the electricity, how painful it
had been, how much she had screamed, how easily and how quickly she had
collapsed into a whimpering wreck. She had never been anally penetrated, never
wanted to be, but how bad could it be - compared to the other?
"Not the electricity," she whispered, into the warm flow of water.
"Didn't hear you, slut."
"Not the electricity, please, Mistress."
"So what do you want me to do to you?"
"Take me from behind."
"What?"
"Take me from behind," she said, louder.
"You want me to rape you up the ass."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Say it louder."
"Yes, Mistress!" she cried, opening her mouth wide, a torrent of water flowing
into it.
"You asked for it, slut. Hey! What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Mistress," whimpered an obviously terrified Lisa.
"Stay where you are, whore. I'll have time for you later. Watch, though. You
might learn something."
Kara let the shaking Meg go, and walked away for a moment. Meg just hung there,
trying to shake the water from her eyes, trying to flick a lock of her hair away
from her face where it had fallen. This wouldn't be so bad, not compared to the
electricity, not compared to that. Some women enjoyed it, she had heard.
Some women even enjoyed it.
She felt something hard prod at her tight opening, and she shook, clinging
desperately to the manacles, hoping it would be over quick. Please, let it be
over quick.
She closed her eyes.
Please, let it be over quick.
"Tight," Kara purred, pushing at her. She felt the end of the dildo spread apart
her tight, narrow opening. Meg's breath was caught in her body, waiting for the
moment of full penetration, waiting for the inevitable pain. How painful could
it be? Some women even liked it.
Kara pulled back, and all the tension went out of Meg's body. She exhaled
violently, and slipped on the floor, dangling there by her wrists.
The amazon laughed, smacking at Meg's buttocks, as the helpless girl tried to
scramble back to a standing position. When Meg finally managed it, she resumed
the tense, taut stance she had earlier, firmly gripping the manacles that held
her. She was crying, the anticipation of the pain seeming to her worse than the
pain itself.
And it had not even begun yet.
"Please," she sobbed, after a long pause. Please, just get it over with. Do it.
Don't make me wait like this.
Don't...
"I can't hear you, slut. The water's too loud."
Had she been speaking out loud? Meg did not remember. Oh, God, what if she had?
Another thought came to her, one that almost stopped her heart with sheer,
paralysing fear.
What if Kara applied the electricity to her after raping her? Who could stop
her? Meg certainly could not, and from what she knew, only Doctor Kavanagh had
the power to do that. She might not even be here still, or she might not want
to, or she might order Kara to do worse still, all in the name of treatment...
She had to be nice to Kara, had to do whatever she could to please the cruel
amazon, had to...
"Please, she said, hating herself for doing so. "Please take me." Her tears were
lost in the torrent of shower water.
"Hot for it, aren't you?" Kara grabbed a handful of her fleshy buttock and
squeezed strongly. Meg whimpered in pain.
"Yes, Mistress Kara."
"A proper little slut, begging to be fucked in the ass, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Kara."
"Doctor Kavanagh won't like that. She's trying to get you away from being a
slut, trying to cure you."
"Please, don't tell her. I'll do... I'll do anything." Doctor Kavanagh might
order anything to be done to her, the electricity again, or worse.
Kara delivered a hard, loud slap to her buttocks, and Meg cried out with the
sudden shock of the blow. "Damn right you'll do anything, bitch!" she yelled.
"Because I'll do anything to you! And you didn't address me properly."
"I'm sorry, Mistress Kara!" Meg wailed. "Please, I'm sorry!"
"You will be."
Again, the hard probing at the entrance to Meg's arse. The hanging girl tried to
shake the tears away from her eyes, tried to be ready for it, made herself
promise not to scream. She would not scream, she would not scream...
Kara thrust the dildo into her.
Meg screamed.
Her mind drifted away from her body during those horific minutes where Kara
raped her repeatedly and painfully, thrusting the large dildo into her tight
body. She concentrated on the warm water gently caressing her body, and she
closed her eyes, and she thought of Donna.
She remembered Donna caressing her slowly and tenderly, touching her breasts and
teasing her nipples remorselessly. She thought of Donna's hot, wild kisses, and
the agonisingly slow way she had stroked Meg's clit, bringing her screaming for
mercy.
Donna had loved her. Meg remembered that, just as she remembered the love
bordering on devotion that she felt for Donna.
And she was far, far away from the thing that was being done to her.
Meg screamed, she was certain of that, but it was instinct, reflex. She could
not feel what was being done to her. She could not...
With a final, savage grunt, and a furious thrust, Kara was finished with her,
pulling the dildo from Meg's arsehole, now trickling with a small passage of
blood. Meg's mind returned to her body, and she just lay there, slumped in her
bonds, the feeling of the water touching her body and the pain in her wrists
returning to her suddenly.
"Did you enjoy that, slut?" barked Kara. "Never mind. It wasn't for you to
enjoy, and I certainly did. Still, while your screams were nice enough, they
didn't get me off, if you know what I mean?"
Meg closed her eyes, remembering the feel of Kara's thighs locked around her
head, the powerful taste and smell of the amazon's sex.
Think of Donna. Think of Donna.
"You!" Kara cried. "Slut!" Meg flinched.
"Y... yes, Mistress," whimpered the other girl. Lisa. Meg was ashamed to feel a
rush of relief run through her.
"Get yourself ready for me. Just one thing I have to do first."
Meg hung there, waiting for whatever else awaited her. There was no doubt in her
mind now that Kara was evil, monstrous, utterly cruel and sadistic. How could
she work at a place to treat sexual deviance when she acted like that?
Meg tried to breathe out. She would be out of here soon. All she had to do was
co-operate with whatever Doctor Kavangh had in mind, pretend to go along with
the therapy, and then soon, she would be released. She would have to be.
Then she would find Donna, and...
She jumped slightly, a sudden burst of pain on her breast. And then another. And
another. The same stinging began to strike her belly, and her legs.
The water...
It had been war before, pleasantly so, but now...
Hot...
Hot...
Almost boiling...
Meg cried out, trying to shift herself back, out of the way of the water. Her
feet could not gain any purchase on the slick ground, and it took all her effort
to stay upright...
Completely in the path of the searing torrent.
"No!" she cried. "Please! Turn it down... Please!"
Kara only chuckled in reply. "I thought the last one seemed a little too cold,"
she noted. "Let's see if this gets you any cleaner."
"No!" the poor girl cried again, but the amazon did not reply.
However much Meg danced and writhed, she could not escape the burning water, and
any position that gave her any relief at all soon caused unbearable pressure on
her arms and wrists, and she had to collapse back into the torrent.
She whimpered, and screamed, and pleaded for mercy, but there was no rely from
Kara, not for a good long time. It seemed the sadistic amazon had found a new
target.
There was one thing, and only one thing, that Meg had cause to be grateful for,
as she hung there painfully beneath the burning showers. Bound as she was, she
could not see what it was that Kara was doing to poor Lisa to elicit such
terrible screams.
