House of Handicapped Horrors: Condemning The Bitch

 The story is a sadistic FANTASY, AND A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! In REAL LIFE, I DO NOT CONDONE sexual violence and torture against the helpless in any way, shape, or form! BDS&M play should always be SAFE, SANE, & CONSENSUAL! 

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Wearing a low-cut zipped black leather vest, the sides of which consisted of buckled straps, black leather backed blue jeans, and a pair of ten-inch shiny black leather jump boots, laced clear to the top, I spanked her quivering ass with my gorgeous eight-inch penis.  The physical pain I was inflicting was minimal, so far, but tormenting the creature increased her fear and my pleasure.  And, I had time to illicit all the pleasure I wanted. 

She was just a crippled slave to be used and abused by the able-bodied master (me Hans), my lovely wife Ava, and Dr. Lana.  Nurse Heidi is technically a slave, but we allowed her to use the cripples too, as long as Dr. Lana was happy with her work.

When Ava wanted to open a group home for the handicapped, just after we were married, I had doubts.  I must admit though, it's the only way to live.  Her uber wealth keeps the state away, letting us do whatever we want with our residents, so we enslaved them as the inferior creatures they are.  And rightly so.  The inferior exist only for the pleasure of the superior.

All the slaves were kept naked, except for their collars, as a constant degrading reminder of their sub-human status.  The ones that could move around on their own were the limpers, they did the housework and waited on us hand and foot.  The ones that couldn't walk, or do much of anything, were the droolers, and they were used to satisfy our sexual and sadistic pleasure. 

I didn't know, or care about, the name of the drooler I was about to fuck up the ass.  I simply picked her off the floor, draped her over the back of one of our black leather sofas, and pulled my cock from my leather-backed blue jeans.

“I could fuck your pussy so easily,” I said to my fuck toy.  “Oh, it’d be so fucking easy.  But, you'd like that, wouldn't you?  Ya, you'd love it!  It'd give you so much fucking pleasure! Well slut, this is about my pleasure not yours. I’m going to take pleasure in destroying your tight little ass.  Your pain is going to add so much to my pleasure.”

My slave of the moment threw her head back and wailed in inaudible forlorn terror as I slapped her ass several more times with my rock-hard manhood.  She wriggled and squirmed, fully aware of what was coming, fully aware that she couldn't stop it. 

I grabbed her hair to keep her head from bending forward again.  “You want to scream, do ya?  I’ll make you fucking scream!  I’m going to make you scream and scream and fucking scream some more!”

The tip of my cock entered and left its target several times, keeping the crippled bitch on edge to prolong her terror and suffering.  Without warning I shoved my cock all the way inside of her. The slave’s screams of exquisite agony were sweet music to me as I pumped harder and harder.  Our sweat covered thighs clapped together in a violent frenzy, applauding my cruelty. 

“You look like you're having fun,” a voice said. 

I turned my head to see Ava leaning on our living room’s wet bar throwing back a shot of Johnny Walker Blue.  She was dressed in; black Doc Marten hook boots with roses & skulls stitched down the outside of each boot, Daisy Dukes, and an American flag bikini top; with the end of her personal slave’s leash in one hand and the shot glass in the other.  Ava set the glass on the bar and picked up her favorite black snakewhip from the bar stool where it had been resting.

Her personal slave, Toad, was loyally cringing at Ava’s feet, looking down at the floor.  By the look of his back, Ava had recently had some fun with her whip.  Toad was a completely loyal and doting slave who worked hard to please his mistress.  My lovely wife was an artist in sadism skilled in finding the tiniest excuse to punish him.  I learned later that he’d earned a volley of lashes for slightly over salting her eggs that morning.

I began pumping harder and faster and harder and faster and harder and faster…  “Oh yeah,” I said.  "This is just what I needed to take the edge off, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck!”

“Good for you hun,” she said as she walked over to me.  Ava turned my head, with her finger under my chin, and kissed my mouth as I kept fucking and making wonderful slapping noises. 

“Let me finish,” I said, “And, I’ll make sweet love to you.”

Ava circled to the front of the couch, snapped, pointed to a black suede lounge chair on the far side of the room, pointed to her own ass, and relaxed her grip on the leash.  Toad crawled behind the chair and pushed it into position behind his mistress with his head and shoulders as he crawled back.  She could’ve fetched the chair for herself much easier, but seeing him struggle brought a smile to her beautiful lips.  Once the chair was in place, Toad knelt beside the chair and bowed his head.  He wasn't thanked, or acknowledged in any way.

“Take your time pumpkin,” she said pleasantly as she sat down, propped her feet on the couch, and crossed her ankles directly in front of my fuck toy’s face.  “We have all day to do whatever the fuck we want. I was thinking we’d hop in the car later and hit Sanctuary later for a couple veggie burgers and some… whatever.”

Sanctuary was a sex club in Portland.  Catalyst was fun too, but we preferred the upscale atmosphere and all vegetarian menu of Sanctuary.  “Let me finish destroying this bitch’s ass, and we’ll hit the town.”

“Take your time babe,” she said.  “I’m enjoying the show." 

It felt so fucking good to see the piece of meat I was hammering wailing and bawling in abject misery and pain.  The thought that I had stripped her of every last ounce of her humanity heightened my orgasm as I shot my load up her ass.   

Blood and cum trickled from her ass as I pulled my cock out of her.  “Mind if I borrow your piece of shit,” I said. 

“Not at all,” Ava said warmly.  “What’s mine is yours love-bug.”  Wearing a cruel sneer, Ava snapped and pointed to me.  “Clean my husband, slave.”

Toad crawled behind the couch as fast as he could, knelt in front of me, and took my penis into his mouth to clean it.  “Take it all you stupid piece of shit," I said.  “I better be COMPLETELY CLEAN down there when you're done, or so me I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“Now hun," Ava said good naturedly.  “If you beat the shit out of a piece of shit, what would be left?”

We laughed.  “Mind if I use yours?” she asked.  “The bottom of my boots are filthy.”  Ava had been enjoying our gardens, and walking Toad to let him piss, earlier.  The treads of the soles of her boots were caked with soil, bits of gravel, and other filth.

“Share and share alike,” I said. 

“Clean my soles cunt,” she said through a mean sneer.

The drooler wrinkled her nose and shook her head.  Ava moved her feet closer to the drooler’s face, but the disobedient bitch pulled her head away from my lovely wife’s feet.

“Babe,” Ava said.  “Your bitch is being a bitch.”

“Is that so?” I said.   My dick was clean but still inside Toad’s mouth and throat.  I used the opportunity to release a long stream of piss.  To my wife’s credit, her slave swallowed every repulsive drop.

 The look on his face told me the taste of my pee was making him sick, which pleased me, but he made sure to swallow every noxious drop before licking any possible residue from the tip of my cock.  Once I was clean, Toad used his good hand to carefully tuck my penis into my pants.  Then he gripped my zipper in his teeth, zipped me up, and crawled back to his mistress.

“Thank you,” I said to Ava.  “Now hun, what kind of trouble is this waste of space giving you?”

“This bitch won't lick my boots,” Ava said disgusted.

I pretended to clean my ear with my finger.  “I don't think I heard you right,” I said.  “What do you mean she won't lick your boots?  She is our slave, our property.  She doesn’t have a choice.”

“I know dear,” Ava said.  “But look, my gorgeous boots are right next to her ugly face, and she keeps shaking her head as if she has rights.  It's ridiculous!”

Seeing red, I bent forward over the back of the couch, picked the slave’s head up by her hair, and pressed her nose against the bottom of my wife's boot.  “Listen to me you fucking little cunt,” I said through gritted teeth.  “You're our slave, our property.  That means, you do what you're told, when you're told, how you're told.  We don't give a fuck if you think it's fair.  In fact, we don't give even a tiny fuck about what you think or feel about anything!  You're our slave, you will do as you're told when we’re using you and lay there quietly, like a piece of garbage, when we're not!  Now, lick the filth out of that boot!”

I held the bitch's face against the sole of Ava’s boot.  She tried to shake her head “no” again.  I gripped her lower jaw in my free hand to steady her head.  Lovely Ava pressed her foot into our slave’s nose in order to inflict a dose of pain.  The disobedient bitch still refused to stick her tongue out to clean my wife's boot.

“I think we’ve been to kind to this one,” I said. 

“We probably fed her scraps two days in a row, spoiled her,” Ava surmised.

“Is that what we did?” I said angrily.  “Did we spoil you into thinking you were a person… with rights?”  I put my mouth right next to her ear and growled, “You can bet we're going to correct that mistake.”  I through the crippled to the floor.  “You need punishment!” I said, tearing a Mexican bullwhip from the wall. 

 “I disagree dear," Ava said. 

My jaw dropped, and I froze in disbelief.

“Oh, whip the bitch, of course,” my wife said, “By all means, whip her.  I just don't think that's enough.  I think her flagrant disobedience has earned her some truly long-lasting painful punishment.  A completely mercilessly slow punishment.”

I thought about it as I delivered a round of vicious blows to the slave’s helpless back and ass.  “You know,” I said as my whip continued to rip the skin from the disobedient wench’s flesh.  “We bought that thing at Folsom Street Fair two years ago, and it's been sitting in our sub-basement, unused, since.”

The most beautiful woman in the world smiled and clapped with excitement as soon as I said it.  “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed.  She picked the slave’s head up by her hair and peered straight into the slave’s terrified eyes.  “You hear that bitch?  You're in for pain and frustration which will make your current beating seem like a day at the spa.”  She sat back in her chair comfortably.  “No hurry hun, it's a very entertaining whipping.”

Once I heard that, I really put on a show for Ava.  My whip found the wench’s kidneys, liver, and twat multiple times.  Just for fun, I let Ava call out body parts and that would be where I’d place my lash. 

“Liver!” she screamed, and my whip landed on the liver, WHAP, producing wonderful screams and convulsions of pain.

“Kidneys!”

WHAP! 

*SCREAM, shudder-shudder*

“Ribcage!”

WHAP! 

*SCREAM, shudder-shudder*

“Ass-crack!”

WHAP!  WHAP! 

*SCREAM, shudder-shudder, sob*

Each lash fall made her scream and her body flail uncontrollably.  Each scream made Ava laugh hysterically.  Seeing my beautiful wife enjoy the moment made me happy.  While I put on a show for Ava, Toad crawled to her feet and licked the bottom of her boots completely clean.  She loved seeing Toad work to please her without needing to be told, but she was careful not to thank him.

Once I had delivered a proper beating, I collapsed into my wife's lap.  Dropping the whip, I traded for a tender grasp of Ava's head and kissed her black lips.  My hands worked their way to her ample breasts, kneading them gently as we continued kissing.  After kissing for several minutes, I began to unfasten her shorts.  Her hand caught mine.  “Not yet love,” she said.  “Let’s punish the bitch first.”

I nodded in agreement.  “I’ll take her down is you'll fetch the good doctor."

“You got it babe,” she said.

I scooped our doomed prisoner up in my arms and started down the hall as Ava took ahold of Toad’s Leash and headed for Doctor Lana’s quarters.  A limper was working hard to scrub the hall’s hardwood floor.  Both her hands were clubbed with cerebral palsy (she couldn't open her fingers or extend her wrists, making her hands look like gnarled hooks), forcing her to crawl on her knees and the backs of her hands, which shot waves of pain into her wrists, elbows as she moved.  She couldn't hold a scrub brush, so we strapped a humilator gag onto her shaved head and attached a brush to make it possible to work eighteen hours a day.

“Follow,” I said as I passed her.  The slave crawled behind me with her head reverently bowed out of respect for her master.  Stopping at the basement door I said, “Open.”

Unable to grip the door knob, my slave knelt in front of the door, put the backs of her hands, on either side of the knob and turned it, with great effort, until the latch moved allowing her to “walk” backwards on her knees and pull the door open.

She followed me down the steps to our first basement.  She gulped as we passed our torture rack and several cages.  I ignored the toys and walked to a second door on the far side of the basement.   The limper’s hands slipped the first time she tried to turn the knob and I punished her by stepping on her crippled foot, grinding it into the hard cement floor.  She grimaced in pain, but kept working until the door opened.

The staircase was extremely steep, and the slave had tremendous difficulty negotiating the steps without falling.  I stood at the bottom and watched her put a hand down, shake until she could steady herself, put a knee down and shake some more.  Her eyes begged me to help her.  I didn't.  It was too fun to watch.  She almost made it too, but her hand spasmed on the forth step from the bottom, sending her, chin first, to the floor.

She lay stunned until I said, “Up, you fucking piece of garbage.”

She shook the cobwebs from her shaved and gagged head, and climbed back to her hands and knees.  Impressively, even though her work gag was still in, preventing her from kissing my boots, she had the presence of mind to humbly buffed my boots with her brush.  I stood there and allowed her to perform her humble act of worship without complementing, or even acknowledging, her.  

The sub-basement was dusty, dimly-lit, any empty except for a box made of cold hard caste-iron.  It's previous owner had drilled two small holes in the back of the box so his midget could breath in storage until he wanted to use him for something.  Inserted into one of the holes was a stretch of three-millimeter medical tubing. 

My feet were still being groveled at when Dr. Lana, Ava, and, her slave, Toad came down the steps.  The doctor was wearing a black Victorian era lab coat with buttons of whale bone running along; the neck, shoulders, wrists and down the asymmetrical front panel; her black leather thigh high boots, long black leather gloves, and a black & white paisley handkerchief which kept her crop of fiery red hair pulled back off of her forehead and away from her eyes.  Her coat was speckled with blood.

Ava kissed the back of my neck and rested her head on my strong shoulder.  “I see you're still carrying the little bitch,” she said.

“Light fucking slut,” I said.  “She does belong on the floor while we decide the duration of her punishment.”  I thought I'd heard one of her ribs crack when I dropped her to the floor at our feet.  We didn't care.  The limper who’d opened doors for me moved toward the drooler to see if she was okay.  I shook my head.  She backed away and bowed her head again.

“Doctor,” Ava said.  “Does this I.V. tube still lead up to your office?”

“Yes Ma’am,” the doctor said. 

“If we gave her intravenous nutrition, how long could this piece of shit live in this box?”

Doctor Lana closed her eyes and moved her finger as if she was doing math in her head.  Then she opened her eyes and shrugged.  “Provided I include the right vitamins, minerals, and antibiotics she could live in this thing for years.”

“Antibiotics?” I said. 

“Well yes,” Doctor Lana said.  “Until she passes her last scraps of bread, she’s going to defecate.  If you don't want her to die from infection, I’ll have to include some hefty antibiotics in her intravenous cocktail.”

Ava crouched down and began petting the drooler like a cat.  “And, all that stink will be trapped right in there with her.  Perfect.”  She smiled.  “What about her piss, doctor?”

“Her intravenous fluids, are… fluids.  She’ll continue to urinate for as long as she’s in there.”  The doctor crouched and began petting the drooler as well.  “Of course, wretched smells will be the least of her problems.  Her muscles will want to extend.   There won't be room to move, but with cerebral palsy she won't be able to stop her arms, legs, and neck from straining against the hard sides of her prison.”

Ava's smile grew, and she continued to stroke the disobedient bitch.  “She will be in unyielding pain in every part of her crippled body.”

“And, there will be nobody down here to hear her scream,” I added.  “She will be all alone, in the dark, in constant pain.  Hun, you're the one she disobeyed.  How long a sentence do want to give her?”

Ava stood, and I hugged her from behind.  “She insulted me.  I see no reason not to impose a  life sentence.”  The bitch wriggled and thrashed in totally helpless terror upon hearing the declaration of cruelty.

I kissed Ava's beautiful shoulder.  “Your judgment is completely void of mercy or compassion of any kind.  We’d be condemning the poor thing to years, maybe decades of pain, hunger, and loneliness.  It's heartless.”

“Think it's too much?” she said.

I turned her around in my arms and kissed her on the mouth.  “I think it's perfect,” I said, and I kissed her again.

Ava stood with one foot on the bitch's chest and peered down at the recipient of her wrath.  “Do you know how fucked you are?” she hissed.  “Once we put you in the box, your entire world will be dark, cramped, quiet, except for your screams, and lonely.  You'll never stretch, relax, eat, drink,…”

“…With the right drugs in her intravenous cocktail,” Doctor Lana interrupted, “I can even deprive her of sleep, so she’s awake and suffering twenty-four seven.”

“Such drugs won't cause her heart problems, will they?”  Ava said. 

The doctor, looking somewhat offended, pulled a watch from her pocket, strapped it tight to the bitch's wrist, and said, "You pay me good money to think of everything, and I think of everything.  Believe me.  The air hole is big enough to let the Fitbit transmit her vitals to my phone.  If she has heart palpitations or goes into arrhythmia an alarm will sound and I, and/or Nurse Heidi will down to revive her.”

“My apologies,“ Ava said.  “I should have realized you would have had a plan for this occasion.”

Doctor Lana reached across the bitch and hugged Ava briefly.  “It's Okay, I understand it's important to you that she lives a long time.  And, she will live a very… long… time.”

“Hear that bitch?” my wife said.  “You're going to be suffering in here for years.  You'll never get a break from the agony and misery.  Tell me, was your moment of disobedient defiance worth it?”

The crippled bitch shook her head, terrified, as tears streamed down her sunken cheeks.  Her eyes darted to each of us, searching for the smallest sign of mercy in the face of the doctor, Ava, or myself.  Instead, she found three people were taking total pleasure in her predicament.  Desperately, the doomed creature began making frantic licking motions with her tongue.

“Oh, now you want to clean my boots, is that it?" Ava said.  “Now you want to obey in exchange for forgiveness?  We may be your gods, but we're not forgiving gods.  We're cruel selfish petty gods.  I think I speak for the three of us when I say we're going to take immense pleasure in condemning to a life-sentence of non-stop torture.”

Doctor Lana and I nodded in happy agreement.

“From now on,” Ava continued, “My food will taste better, my bed will feel softer, and my orgasms will be that much more intense knowing you're down hear suffering in the pitch dark.”  The three of us laughed as the doctor and I picked the condemned drooler up by her arms and legs and Ava lifted back the heavy iron lid.

The interior of the box was hard and, with the textured feel of a caste iron skillet.  Nothing about it said comfort.  The doctor and I twisted her limbs into awkwardly painful angles as we lowered her into her prison.  “Here, hold her shoulder while I bend her arm up and back,” I said.  “Now if I turn the bitch's head to the side and pin it with her arm, it should put painful stress on her neck muscles.  Once the lid shuts, she'll be stuck in this stress position with absolutely no room to move.”

Unable to speak clearly, screaming was the only way she had to beg us for mercy.  Doctor Lana found the end of the intravenous line, pulled it through one of the two tiny holes in the box, and inserted it into the bitch's arm.  “You're never going to eat or drink again, but this will give you your yummy vitamins and nutrients to keep you alive,” the doctor said. 

 

“Doctor," I said.  “Even though she'll be getting nutrition, will she still feel hunger?”

Lana's smile grew wider.  “Oh yes,” she said.  “I can adjust levels so she constantly feels hunger as well as unquenchable thirst.”

The crippled bitch's screaming and squirming made us laugh uproariously.  “Not so fast,” Ava said.  “Let's close it slowly, I love seeing her writhing and twisting.”

To increase the entertainment value, we lowered the lid as slowly as we could then locked it with a large brass key and a loud click.  I handed Doctor Lana the key as Ava addressed Toad and the scrub slave.  “You both saw what happened here.  Once we leave the sub-basement, it'll be locked and off limits.  I want you to make sure the other slaves know what the price was for disobedience.“

The scrub slave, who was still gagged, nodded her compliance.

Toad said, “Yes Mistress Ava, they will all know what happened to Pamela for disobeying you,” and kissed her boots.

“Her name was Pamela?” Ava said. 

“Yes Mistress Ava,” Toad said.  “We came from Rainbow House together. She was my friend.”

I gently embraced Ava from behind and kissed her ear.  “Let's shower and get dressed and we'll Sanctuary,”

“Sounds fun,” Ava said.  "Let's take an Uber, I want to do some shots of Macallan Single Malt tonight and just get fucked up.”

“You got it hun,” I said.  “Whatever you want.”

House of Handicapped Horrors: Bad Medicine

I've posted a new ADULT story on my blog.  The story is a sadistic FANTASY, AND A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! In REAL LIFE, I DO NOT CONDONE violence against the helpless in an way, shape, or form! BDS&M play should always be SAFE, SANE, & CONSENSUAL!  

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Hans and I are sexual friends with, and employers of, a smokin’ hot doctor named Lana and her equally hot nurse, Heidi.  They live at the estate, and it's their job to medically maintain our limpers enough to do their work and the droolers enough to suffer without dying.  For example, they change Oscar’s IV every three days to keep him alive and suffering in complete misery.

 Lana opens her medical office three times a week to see to her wealthy patients.  The four of us couldn't care less about poor people, but tending to the rich lets her charge outrageous fees while only associating with the right people.  If a poverty-stricken single mother came to her with malaria, Nurse Heidi and she would gladly send her away and let her suffer.  Is it any wonder why I love them? 

Being one of four beautiful able-bodied people in a mansion full of ugly helpless cripples, I can do whatever the fuck I want.  I was relaxing after having put in a good workout on the Peloton.

 One of my male droolers was on the floor licking sweat from my gorgeous feet while I chillaxed with a bottle of water in an overstuffed easy chair.  Toad, my personal limper, was knelt beside the chair feeding me grapes. I slapped him hard each time his hand spasmed and crushed one of the fruits. It was so much fucking fun!

 With her golden-blond hair tied in a tight French braid, and wearing black scrubs, Nurse Heidi skipped happily into the living room. Her bright blue eyes and pail skin completed her perfect Aryan features. Yet, it was her heartless cruelty toward anyone less fortunate than herself which really got my juices flowing.

Before she went to work for Doctor Lana, Nurse Heidi had worked in Good Sam's ER. Careful not to get caught, she was skilled at injecting just enough morphine to make it appear on a blood test without actually alleviating pain. She also kept a supply of sugar pills with her, which she would switch with pain pills. Her coworkers thought she was sweet to spend her breaks keeping patients company, when she was, in reality, enjoying watching them suffer.

Nurse Heidi bent down and moved from drooler to drooler as if she were shopping.  

"What's up buttercup?" I said.  

 "Doctor Lana is in the mood for some cock torture, and she sent me to pick out a good one.”

"I see," I said.  "Oh, but not that one."

"Showing this twerp mercy, are ya?" Nurse Heidi said. 

I chuckled. "Hardly," I said.  "It's just that when I force feed him Viagra he's a particularly pleasurable fuck."

"OK hun," she said as she moved to another one. "How about this one?"

"Big cock, but no real hip thrust," I said with a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, take him. Need some help?"

"Nah," she said.  "He's light from being underfed." The selected drooler cried out inaudibly and thrashed around in fear as Nurse Heidi scooped him up, with ease and put him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.   " Oh no, you can't get away.  The doctor has something especially painful in mind for you, and you have absolutely no say in the matter.  Look at the bright side though.  I'll be there to enjoy every second of the entertainment." she laughed.  

Intrigued, I hooked a leash to Toad's slave collar and stood to follow the nurse.  It made no difference to me that I was standing on my foot licker's head and shoulder.  I simply didn't care.  He was just another drooler; just another slave. 

With Toad crawling close behind me, I made my way to our medical room.   The room looked like a vanilla exam room, but everything in there was designed to cause, rather than mollify, pain.  I entered just as my friends were strapping their subject to the exam table.  As soon as the patient was strapped down by his; elbows, wrists, thighs, ankles, hips, chest, and head; with thick black leather straps and strong brass buckles, Nurse Heidi strapped a blood pressure cuff onto his upper arm.

Lana was slender with milky white skin, long fiery red hair, and vibrant emerald eyes wearing a black lab coat over her deliciously perfect naked body.  The coat  featured an embroidered red skull where the caduceus should have been.  Other than her lab coat, she wore a pair of full-length black leather gloves and a pair of flat black thigh high leather boots.  The ensemble made her "patients" feel uneasy and made her feel aroused and powerful. 

The doctor turned her head toward me and smiled.  Her coat was open half way down giving me a wonderful view of her perky B-cup sized breasts.   "Come on in hun!" she beamed pleasantly.  "You're just in time for the show."  She turned to Nurse Heidi and said, "You got this hun?"  Heidi nodded, and Lana crossed the room to greet me with an exuberant hug and a kiss on the mouth. 

If Hans had been home, he would not have been a bit jealous.  We loved each other and truly wanted each other to have the most pleasure possible.  It wasn't uncommon for us to have sexual foursomes with the medical staff.  We also enjoyed beating and fucking slaves as foreplay with one another.  Nothing’s hotter than utterly destroying a helpless piece of trash just before tossing them aside and giving pleasure to the one you love more than yourself.

Her lips were plump, soft, moist, and painted Absolute Rouge.  They felt so good against my ebony-colored lips.  Her lips opened just enough for her tongue to make its way into my mouth, and I sucked it.  Each of us were tingling with euphoric chills when I felt my yoga pants being lowered.  Lana and I held the kiss as Nurse Heidi knelt between us and began to finger both our pussies.

It was a moment of pure pleasure.  The nurse worked her slender fingers inside us and teased our clits until we achieved wonderful climaxes and came.  Sweating and breathing hard, Lana and I collapsed and sat with our backs to the wall.  We spread our legs and pointed to our nether regions.  Toad crawled to me, instantly, and began to clean the jizz from me with his tongue, and Nurse Heidi did the same for Doctor Lana. 

Heidi was a sadist, and Lana loved her, but Heidi had given herself to the doctor as a completely devoted love slave, putting the doctor's comfort first 100% of the time.  While theirs was a mistress/slave relationship, Lana was never cruel to her.  The doctor expected complete obedience from her nurse, but saved her sadism for the ugly crippled dregs of society. 

Once I was clean, I stood and allowed Toad to pull my yoga pants up.  The tight fit made them exceedingly difficult for him to pull up.   I folded my arms and glowered at him as he struggled and strained to perform the simple task.

His right hand was permanently crippled in an unusable spastic ball, so he held one side of my waistband in his semi-usable left hand and the other side in his teeth.  Sweat ran down his forehead and his legs wobbled as he forced himself to stand, bringing my pants up my strong beautiful legs.  As hard as it was for him, I made sure not to help him in any way.

 Once the pants were up, my slave ran his usable index finger all the way around the inside of my waistband to make sure there were no folds or wrinkles which could make me uncomfortable. 

“You're so slow,” I said. 

“I’m sthorry Misthressth Ava for b-b-being a s-s-slow piece of sh-sh-shthit,” Toad said.  As soon as my yoga pants were up and comfortable, Toad dropped to the floor and kissed my feet weeping.  “I’m sthorry I’m n-n-not a better sthlave for you,” he said.  “I try stho hard.”  In reality, Toad was a completely steadfast slave who always worked extremely hard to please me.  He genuinely put my needs and desires far before his own.  Of course, the sadist in me made absolutely sure never to thank or complement him.  Constantly degrading one so sweet and devoted was an addicting pleasure I treated myself to multiple times a day. 

The combination of kisses and tears bathing my feet was intoxicating.  I allowed him to grovel for a few minutes while I basked in his loyal misery.   Once I had my fill of his humiliation, I snapped and pointed to the floor.  Toad immediately stopped kissing my feet, knelt beside my right leg, and bowed his head reverently.  "Goddamn, that was a great break in the day," I said, ignoring Toad completely.  

 "Wasn’t it just?" Lana said.  "That's right my lovely, get me nice and clean."  She used her hand to guide her nurse's head even more into her vaginal region.  The nurse purred with love and nestled her shoulders into the doctor's thighs, doubling her efforts to clean every bit of fluid from her mistress's ivory skin and fiery red muff.

 "I love watching you two," I said.  

 "God, I love her!" Lana exclaimed.  "Not only is she a hot bitch, she's completely fucking loyal.  You love yours?"

 "You kidding?" I said.   "This piece of shit?  He's a loyal slave, but just a slave, like the other worthless gimps living here.  This one is simply my personal piece of shit.  Isn't that right, Toad?"

 "That'sth right Misthressth Ava," Toad said.   "You're always right Misthressth Ava, I'm a worthlessth piecthe of shthit."

 Lana laughed.  "You're the only bitch meaner than I am.  I love you so much."  We kissed again.   The three of us stared down at Doctor Lana's patient.  The doctor ran her gloved fingers up and down her victim's trembling body, increasing his sense of helplessness and fear.  He was too handicapped to speak, but his eyes begged desperately for mercy,  which magnified our pleasure tremendously.  I salivated at the thought of all the nasty things the good doctor might have in store for him. 

 Nurse Heidi handed the good doctor a small black stainless-steel rod, as if she was handing a scalpel to a surgeon.  The rod was three inches long and about half an inch in diameter.  The first inch was smooth, but the next two inches were textured rough, much like a cheese grater.  The dutiful nurse held out an open jar of green  gel.  Doctor Lana dipped the textured two thirds of the rod into the gel.

 "Lubricant?" I said.  

 "Extra strength menthol," she said.  “Starting bp?”

 Nurse Heidi peered up at the monitor.  “130 over 99 Doctor.”

 “It's high,” Lana said, “but let’s go all out Baby!”  The doctor glanced over at me.  “I should explain to our lovely benefactor.  As pain rises, so does a subject’s blood pressure.  Nurse Heidi and I like to use a patient’s bp as an objective measurement of the amount of pain we’re inflicting, which allows us to set goals and refine our technique scientifically.  The rod itself will serve as the primary instrument of torture while the menthol serves as a secondary, but significant, source of pain.”

 I laughed happily.  "Burn baby, burn!" I cheered. 

 Our victim thrashed around in terror, his muscles spasmodically straining against the straps, as Nurse Heidi held his penis straight up.  Doctor Lana slowly inserted the rod into his awaiting pee-hole.  The poor dear screamed as the rod sank deeper and deeper into his defenseless urethra.  The lovely wails of agony grew exponentially when she began to viciously twist the instrument back and forth. 

 "You're shredding his urethra," I said.  

 "It's something I've always wanted to try," she said, continuing to inflict her creative brand of torture. 

 “Bp is at 142 over 116 Doctor,” Nurse Heidi reported in a professional tone.

 “Excellent!” Doctor Lana said, "but I really want to hit a systolic of 165 or better today.”

 Blood oozed from the tip of the pee-hole.  "He'll be useless as a fuck toy," I said.  

 "I guess I should've made sure that wouldn't be an issue before I began.  Do you want me to stop?"

 I patted her on the shoulder.  "Let's enjoy the moment," I said.  "Besides, we can always butt fuck him with a strap-on and use him as a boot licking pussy eater." The three of us laughed hard and the doctor began moving the instrument harder and faster. 

 When the patient’s blood pressure read 159 over 117, his eyes began to roll back in his head. 

“Oh no you don't you scrawny good for nothing mother fucker!  You're not going to rob the doctor of her goal by passing the fuck out!” Nurse Heidi said.  She handed the penis to me, took a syringe and a small bottle of Adderall from a cabinet, and filled the syringe from the bottle.  “Passing out is a way to escape the pain, and we can't have that, you selfish piece of shit!”  The loyal nurse injected  the carotid artery, so the drug would reach his brain as soon as possible, keeping him wide awake to experience every moment of the excruciatingly  entertaining procedure.

 “Thank you Nurse Heidi,” Doctor Lana said.  “You're an irreplaceable assistant.”

 “Thank you Doctor,” Nurse Heidi said.

The monitor displayed 162 over 125, and our toy began to shake and convulse in painful spasms.  Doctor Lana began sliding the rod in and out in addition to twisting it in circles.

“You're almost there, Doctor Lana!” Nurse Heidi said.  

“Could he die before you hit your number?” I said. 

 “It's a risk,” the doctor said.  “Want me to stop?"

 “No sweetie,” I said.  “Making  you stop when you're so close to your goal would be too cruel.  We can’t kill them very often, but if you slip once in a while, we won't be anal and give you a hard time about it.”

 “It's a pleasure working for people as kind as you and Hans,” the good doctor said.  The three of us exchanged looks then burst out laughing.

 We thoroughly enjoyed the next fifteen minutes, making him scream and thrash in exquisitely mind-numbing pain.  The monitor finally hit 168 over 135, and the three of us gave each other high-fives and celebratory butt bumps.

Nurse Heidi delivered a volley of good hard slaps to the patient’s face.  “Stay with us you fucking waste of flesh!” she said cruelly.  “Your nightmare isn't over yet.  Doctor Lana, Mistress Ava, and I are still having fun.  By the way, what's this fuck stick’s name?”

The doctor and I shrugged.  “It's probably in my files somewhere, but I don't really care.  He’s just a piece of meat that's fun to torture.”

“What about a slave name?” Doctor Lana said.

“Honestly,” I said.  “This one came in with a few others from a group home that closed.  We stripped him, dumped him on the floor, and pretty much ignored him except to toss some scraps of food on the floor for him once in a while.  We never thought enough about him to name him.”

 The sadistic nurse squeezed her patient’s cheeks together, puckering his mouth, and looked directly into his terrified eyes.  “You hear that you fucking fuck stick?  Do you?   Huh?  Nobody knows your fucking name because nobody gives a fuck about you.  Not one… little… fuck…  You're just a thing to be used and abused.”  The doctor and I each gave the comment a thumb up.

Once Doctor Lana removed the grater rod, blood poured from the end of the penis.  Nurse Heidi snapped on a pair of black disposable gloves, took a red hot, but completely smooth, rod from a nearby lab oven, and handed the rod to the doctor. 

"His urethra has been completely destroyed and will hurt for the rest of his miserable life," the doctor explained.  "His piss will come out in humiliating splashes and spurts, and, if I’ve done my job correctly, his piss should activate the remnants of the menthol and make what's left of his miserable cock feel like it's on fire.  However, we don't want him dying from blood loss, so I need to cauterize the blood vessels."  I handed the penis back to Nurse Heidi who held it steady as the doctor inserted the glowing hot tool. 

His cries filled the house, and I drank the sound in like beautiful music.   The savory aroma of cooking flesh made my throbbing pussy moist all over again.  "Barbecue anyone?” I said jovially.  We shared a good-natured laugh as our innocent victim writhed in agony for our amusement. 

His muscles flexed painfully as his body involuntarily spasmed against his restraints.  Once Doctor Lana had removed the cauterizing rod, we stood back and watched him twist, scream, and suffer. 

"I'd like to keep him in here," Lana said, “to make sure doesn’t go into shock and die.  Plus, I’d like to perform a series of menthol treatments to make sure the burning sensation lasts for the rest of his life.  I think I can keep alive and suffering for a long time if I can keep him alive and suffering for the next 48 hours.”  

I put the leash back on Toad's collar.  "Shouldn't be a problem,” I said.  "You’re welcome to keep him, if you wish, to perform a series of medical experiments on him and keep him in constant agony while you destroy him a piece at a time."

The sadistic doctor clapped joyously before throwing her arms around my neck in a hug.  “Thank you so much!"  she said.  “Maybe I’ll name him Lab Rat.  How does that sound?”

“Of course, babe.  Whatever makes you happy, “ I said.  “Just promise me you'll give me a holler before you perform the really entertaining… procedures, so I can enjoy the show." 

 “Of course, Mistress Ava,” Doctor Lana said.  “It's the least I can do.”

I put my hand on Lana’s shoulder.  “You're a beautiful person, not a slave.  Please, just call me Ava.”  I grabbed a fistful of red hair, pulled her to me, and kissed her moist red lips.  I held the kiss for two long erotically gratifying minutes.   "Who's up for Margaritas, pot, and a soak in the hot tub?" I finally said. 

Doctor Lana and Nurse Heidi liked the idea.  Toad crawled behind me on his knees and one semi-good hand as we turned out the light and left the patient alone in the dark to scream and suffer while we relaxed and got stoned.