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Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 13
It was an idle comment made by the nurse that got Lil and Roxy busy with a new approach to making my death appear the result of natural causes. She was describing how one of her male patients crossed the divide with her assistance. They'd been starving him slowly for weeks, making sure that his weight loss was fairly constant. Like the old woman that was on the verge of departing this mortal coil, his bed was soaked every evening and fans were run all night in hopes of inducing pneumonia. He was hanging by a thread, but hung on grimly to what was left of his mind and body. One morning while she was changing his catheter, he managed to get some urine on her skirt. Without thinking she removed her uniform and hung it up so she could clean the area. Upon preparing to dress, she noticed that her patient had a rather impressive erection. The sight of her wearing only panties and bra had been enough to excite him. To verify this fact, she removed her bra and let him see her large tits, hefting them in the palms of her hand and watching his cock twitch in response to this teasing.
Unfortunately for him he was still in his strait jacket and secured to the bed by manacles around his ankles. She had him right where she wanted him and the fun began. It was a case of too much of a good thing for the poor bastard. That afternoon she nearly killed him, draining his crankcase three times. The last one required a strenuous session that featured a thirty minute hand job that left him gasping for breath, followed by sucking his limber cock until it got hard enough for her to mount him and give him a send-off that almost made him cash in his chips. Irritated that he was still sucking air, she nearly drowned him in cold water, and left the fans on high for the entire night.
The next day she discussed the situation with the patient's heirs, his niece and her loser husband. The idea of having anything to do with his cock was vetoed by the niece. The nurse shrugged and said under those circumstances she would be leaving the patient. The next day she was rehired with a bonus if she did in the uncle. The money was in the hands of a third party, which guaranteed no monkey business. For the next week and a few days he got the kind of sex that most men would never realize in their entire lives. He got the opportunity to lick every square inch of that nurse's skinny body and spend hours eating her pussy. He turned out to be quite good at it, which made the nurse's life more bearable as well. He screwed her in almost every position a man of his advanced age could become involved.
It wasn't all fun and games for the patient. The nurse was focused on offing him as quickly as she could. Between blowjobs to keep him in a readiness state most of the time, she also gave him jumbo enemas and forced him to hold them for as long as an hour. The enemas were mostly warm or cold water and a little bit of alcohol to keep him in a mellow mood. She started to backfill his bladder to its limit with salty solutions and then close off his catheter for three or four hours at a time. This led to kidney damage that added to his body's deterioration. What finally did him in were the vibrators. There was one for massaging his cock and balls toward the end of an exhausting session that left him totally limp. She could tell that he was only a few days away from departing this earth, but still he was hanging on like a bulldog.
Finally she started using another vibrator to work on his prostate. She managed to tape it in place so it could stimulate his oversized prostate while she got him off with her hand or mouth. His last ejaculation was quite impressive considering what she had been doing to him that day. He had delivered three loads and each one was fairly substantial even if the cum was so watery it had no taste. She kept track of his pulse and blood pressure and knew he was in the red zone for both. He took a gigantic enema of salt water that he held for over an hour. During that time he managed another ejaculation, his last on this earth. The nurse collected the enema and fed it to him intravenously, which took the better part of three hours. He still clung to life but by only a thread.
She could not resist sitting on his face and smothering him for a time, which could ultimately finish him off. That night she remained, carefully monitoring the amount of salt still circulating within his body. She gave him massive amounts of diuretics to flush his system of the salt. By morning his blood pressure and pulse were elevated to levels she had rarely seen. For the last time she lowered her hairy cunt onto his face and suffocated him without much difficulty. Two hours later the physician signed the death certificate showing that he had died of natural causes including high blood pressure and kidney failure, one of the favorites this organization used to certify death. A week later the nurse received her reward from the patient's relatives.
Roxy and Lil were totally frustrated since it was not yet possible for my damaged sex organ to gain a full erection. Worse still, after a consultation with her superiors the nurse was instructed to reduce my daily water intake to one gallon and the diuretics were to be discontinued. They had a number of long discussions with the nurse and agreed to let her see what she could do to get my dick hard. Despite showing off her naked body, which under normal circumstances might have excited me, she was thwarted by my lack of reaction. Not to be daunted, she tried to interest me in her body by other means. There was some degree of sensitivity in my penis, but the lack of a decent blood supply made a firm erection difficult to impossible. The nurse was much smarter than Roxy and her mother; she didn't give up very easily. It took some time to realize that she was probing me for any avenue that might lead to some sexual reaction. I was given the opportunity to lick her tits and suck the hard nipples that my tongue created. She served up her pussy on a platter and I dined like a king, scooping out dollops of salty mucous and god knows what else with my tongue. She had me nibble her clit, which was so successful that she had an unexpected orgasm and flooded my face with a shower of amber fluid. That was one of the few times that she lost her temper and struck me.
That evening before she left to torment some other poor wretch the nurse had let me drink nearly two quarts and my belly was nice and rounded by the time she was satisfied. I foolishly thought she was just being kind. Little did I realize the water was spiked with a diuretic-amphetamine combination. It wasn't until she clipped the catheter shut and grinned at me that I began to worry. My bladder filled quickly and the urge to urinate grew strong. Then the uppers kicked in and turned my brain into a lump of random, stimulated instructions to my body that were in many cases impossible to perform. How I survived the night was a miracle. By morning my bladder was so stressed, that touching the area would make me scream myself hoarse. I have no idea how much of my urine backed up into my overworked kidneys and got into my bloodstream.
The nurse arrived just about the time I was trying unsuccessfully to swallow my tongue and end it all. She tortured me for at least an hour, poking my swollen bladder until I was convinced that one more touch and my bladder would burst and kill me. My genitals were also a target for her wrath. My nuts were squeezed until I was sure my eyes had fallen from their sockets. My limp penis was taped to my belly and then beaten with a length of rubber hose until I passed out from the pain. Finally she opened the clip on my catheter and I filled a specimen bottle to its limit as she watched and smirked. She gave me a choice, either drink what I had just produced or take it intravenously. I remembered that putting urine into my bloodstream would poison it and cause me plenty of misery, but wouldn't kill me immediately. However, I took a chance and chose to drink it, making her smirk since she already knew what was in store for me shortly. By the time I finished the bottle, my bladder had collected more urine for me to drink. It took nearly an hour of drinking and pissing before she was satisfied. My belly was almost as big and round as it had been after I took on all the water originally. This time however, my catheter was open and attached to the large specimen bottle under my bed. By the time my kidneys had filtered everything, my next surprise would be sprung.
Once more the nurse let Roxy loose on me and plunged me into hell. She had a new boyfriend, just like all the others, a brute that got his jollies tormenting me. However there was another side to him that was even darker. All the others were macho types who wanted to humiliate or use me as a punching bag to show off to Roxy. This one, Phil, went one step further in the humiliation game. I'll never forget that first time the pair used me for their amusement; I nearly died from the shame it brought down on me. It was in the middle of the afternoon and I was lying in a pool of my sweat. I hadn't had any pure water since last night just before the nurse poured cold water over my body and turned on the fans.
Phil was wearing a jockstrap with a bulging pouch that looked as if it hadn't been washed in months. He was big and beefy, well over six feet tall and perhaps two hundred and fifty pounds, most of it muscle. Roxy was naked except for a thong that was buried between her fat cunt lips. Her pubic area was freshly shaven, probably at her companion's request. I looked more carefully at her cunt lips and noticed a few drops of creamy fluid oozing from her cunt. Evidently she and her new boyfriend had been doing the honeymoon routine, no surprise here. My blood grew cold as Roxy outlined my new, temporary role as her boyfriend's blowup doll. I had flashbacks of what I had endured in that hellish room where they made heavy-duty porn and used me in much the same way as Roxy was describing.
Once she finished, Roxy yanked the thong from her cunt mouth and settled down on my face. I knew the drill from working on her mother, so I began lapping and sucking up all the cum and other mysterious fluids that could be reached in that cavernous maw she called her twat. Phil got into the act, cupping my sore nuts in his massive hands and slowly squeezing them as I frantically increased the speed and pressure of my tongue on Roxy's wet cunt. Then I felt his warm breath and fat tongue trying to arouse my limp noodle. I was so distracted that Roxy had to reach down and grab my ears, using them like reins to make me cover the right spots that got her juicing.
He must have become annoyed, because the next thing that happened was my balls exploding into mush and my effort to swallow my tongue as the pain rolled over my entire body. My body was so weakened that it was impossible to even escape Roxy's dripping cunt that remained glued to my face. I was dazed and couldn't make out the meaning of the two voices yelling at me simultaneously. Then the great weight that was my bride lifted from my face and I gulped in air as fast as I could despite the terrible pain that still radiated from my ruined balls. Now I could make out what the voices were saying and my blood froze. Phil wanted to make me pay for my insult to him by breaking my face into pieces with his fists. Roxy was screaming that if he did, she'd call the cops and have him arrested. She kept yelling that she knew where he lived and she'd swear out a warrant against him. Phil lost his temper and as I watched in horror he landed a vicious blow to her head and she went flying across the little room until she hit the wall and slid down until she was seated, her legs spread and head lolling. Phil had knocked her cold. I feared for my life. What would he do next?
For the first time since I laid eyes on Roxy, something good happened to save me from whatever Phil was preparing to do to me. As luck would have it, the nurse and her superior, the dark-haired woman, entered and confronted Phil. He made the mistake of threatening them and the next thing Phil knew he was staring at the pistol that the woman had withdrawn from her purse. It was a fairly large weapon and Phil froze in his tracks as he heard the safety click off. She ordered him to lie on the floor, face down and make no attempt to move or she'd blow his head off. Meanwhile the nurse tended to Roxy who came around after a whiff of smelling salts and started crying about Phil trying to kill her as well as me, her meal ticket. I could not help smiling when the pistol barrel touched the back of his skull and the woman warned him that if he ever tried to harm her client again, she would have him killed in a very horrible way by people from her organization. Phil started to blubber at that point and for his trouble she cracked him across the skull with the barrel of her pistol and told him to get out and never show his face again. I had been saved by a person dedicated to my death, but not under these cruel conditions. You talk about the Stockholm syndrome; I was a perfect case.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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