by TylerRose.
“Four of the seven tumors fired off while Mally was sedated,” Dr. Faulk said, pointing to the red circles on both pictures. “This one and this one caused her to lose nearly three weeks of memories.”
The House Master looked at her. “You don’t remember me fisting you in the red room while half a dozen men watched?”
She shook her head no. “Did I enjoy it?”
“Immensely,” he smiled, remembering her liquid orgasm running down his arm to drip off his elbow.
“Bummer. So sedating me was, in the end, pointless. The tumors still did their thing, just without an emotional trigger.”
“Not pointless at all,” the doctor said. “We prevented you from having a physically traumatizing event. It wasn’t violent like others have been. You did not have the headaches for days, the pain of the event itself. And you didn’t have a stroke, which is entirely possible with any of these. I call that a positive outcome.”
“I call it delaying the fucking inevitable,” she complained. “How long have I been here now? In total weeks?”
“Weeks?” Hank repeated. “Mally, you’ve been here for over three months.”
She showed no reaction. “Can I go back to my room now?”
“There’s no reason not to,” Dr. Faulk said. “She can resume normal activities also.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Hank said. “I’ll take her myself.”
She went without a word. He paused in her door, not making her go to the spot.
“I am sorry, Mally. Your lack of emotional response when you cannot govern your tongue tells me how common it is to lose time and how accustomed you are to it.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
He smiled. “I knew it was too good to last. I’ll see you later.”
Arm hurting from the stupid IV needle, she took a blanket to the sofa to get restful sleep while holding Chutney.
Waking one day, she saw prep instructions on the screen. Shower, paint nails, shave legs and underarms, with a two hour timer.
She went to the shower first and saw something she hadn’t before. The shower head could come out of its place and be used as a handheld. She washed as usual, then pulled the head down to spray directly onto her vagina. A moment of the gentle circle sprinkler spray and she turned the rim of the head to see what other configurations she could get. She found a more concentrated stream, and aimed it up between her legs.
A foot up on the flat corner to open herself more and she tilted the head this way and that to find the most pleasurable spots.
Water pounding against her clit gave her an unexpectedly powerful orgasm she repeated several times. Aiming into her vaginal hole was delightful, like a dildo that kept bumping without penetrating. Onto her anus was best of all, better than the clitoral orgasms. The patter-pounding caused an all-over relaxing sensation through her whole being.
At his desk, the House Master saw what she was doing and called down to the video control room.
“Are you filming L’s shower?”
“You better believe it.”
“Good. When she’s done, get ready to record a live feed water event one hour later. Then a masked round of four, and finally a guards and prisoner gangbang.”
“Yes, Sir. That always gets a good live audience. We’ll get the announcements up right away.”
Hank called the Butler with instructions to have the corner of the water room scrubbed. The room was to be prepared for a live feed event. The video control room’s announcement on the League’s porn site would get the viewers ready to watch. There wasn’t a lot of time, but the site’s members were extremely eager for new material. One more phone call, to the League member who liked to play with hoses. He would arrive shortly.
In her robe, Mally was taken first to the House Master’s office.
“You’re better after your night with Thor?” he asked her right away.
“Who is that?”
“You don’t remember spending the night with him again?”
“My condition causes lapses in memory. I’m sure I’ve told you and the doctor has told you,” she said with increasing impatience. “I lose time. I don’t remember shit.”
“But you know where you are?” he asked. “And why?”
“A prison where people who want to die are forced to live against their will and those who don’t want to die are killed for fun.”
Lips pressed together to stop himself from scolding her for her tongue, he worked to let her comment go.
“I saw you do something during your shower. We’re going to have some fun with it. Then you’re going to get a particularly special treat.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” she said, irritated by the ambiguity. “You call me down here just to tell me nothing? What the fuck shit is that?”
“Stop now, Mally.”
She did, and he walked her back to the door.
“Take her down to the water room. Put her in the cage and leave her be.”
“Yes, House Master,” the lead guard said.
To the elevator and down to the basement level. It seemed familiar to her but she didn’t know why. To the end of the block, left turn, left turn, and into the second door on the left. Numerous cameras were hung on the walls, none of them turned on yet. There were two short cages against the wall by the door, both empty. Her robe was taken off and she was pushed toward the first cage. She had to go to her knees to crawl inside but could sit upright on her butt once inside. The door clanged shut at once and he snapped the padlock closed.
She was left alone to look around and wonder. Near the wall to her right were three tall water tanks. Round and transparent, with stairs up to a platform and ladders to the top of each. She could see water dripping in several places. Someone had recently been up there…in there?...and splashed outside of a tank.
There was a door in the back wall. She felt she should know what was on the other side of it. So much about this room was familiar. She surmised she had been here before and didn’t remember, like she didn’t remember the person the House Master had asked her about.
A cushioned bench stood near the back left corner. Two padded surfaces, likely one for kneeling and the other for bending. Clear plastic cuffs were hanging from loops on the wall. Next to the bench was a coil of hose on a big hook. Bigger than garden hose, smaller than fire hose, with a large nozzle.
What had she done in the shower that they were going to do to her here? Apparently she didn’t remember much of her shower. She’d pinned her hair up. She’d washed. She got out and dried herself. She couldn’t think of anything remarkable.
The door opened, an unfamiliar face coming in to stand in front of the cage and look down at her.
“You going to cooperate or you gonna fight?” he asked.
“Fuck if I know. I don’t know what you’re intending to do.”
He laughed and popped the lock open to let her out. A wave of his fingers, casual and nonthreatening, beckoned her forward. He let her walk on the rough cement floor but guided her with his hands to lean over the bench. He put her hands against the wall.
“Leave your hands there or I will strap you to the wall,” he told her.
Bending over, he moved her left foot to where he wanted it and bound her lower calf to the leg of the bench. Then the other and she was held wide open.
With one hand, he lifted the entire coil of hose off its hook and laid it on the floor. Water turned on, he aimed away from her to test the water and the nozzle. He turned a dial on the wall, tested it on his hand for several seconds. Adjusting the nozzle, he brought it to a moderately strong sprinkler-type setting.
Water over her lower back was warm and soothing. Within a moment, it was spraying directly between her buttocks to patter against her anus in a sensation that stole her breath. She found it pleasurable and relaxing. Her eyes closed and she rested her head on her upper arm to enjoy it fully. Farther down, to spray over her open puss in a gentle rain, then back up, stimulating her continually.
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The water fell away and a click echoed around the room. The water pelted onto the floor with more force, the stream concentrated. It landed on her anus so suddenly that she cried out a shocked sound and smacked her palm against the tile of the wall. She balled her fist to hit with the fleshy outer end instead, not wanting to hurt her hand.
Aimed at the flesh of her buttock rather than directly on the hole, then the other side, and then the middle, her arousal surged until she groaned.
The angle changed. The water shot upward into her spread vagina, into the hole made vulnerable by the ankle shackles. She grunted with it, gasping and pressing her hands harder against the wall to remain standing. When the water found her clitoris, her muscles clenched in an orgasm until it moved away.
The strong stream began to move from one to the other in no discernable pattern and he gave her both quick and prolonged clitoral orgasms.
During a relentless, extended clitoral orgasm, she shouted “Please stop!”
The water aimed away from her.
“Why should I stop, prisoner? You certainly like it enough,” he said.
“My legs are tired. They feel like they’re shaking too hard and I’m going to fall.”
The water turned off. She heard boots thumping on the concrete floor and two sets of hands worked to open the ankle shackles while a warm body fitting tightly against her back. Arms around her chest held her securely while stepping backwards. As she had said, the second weight was on her feet again, her legs buckled. Another pair of hands lifted them and she was placed on a dry, padded surface. A gurney.
She was wheeled out of the room and into another and moved onto a larger bed surface. Four men were already waiting, each wearing a black mask decorated differently with embroidery. All were wolves, but one was grey and white on the black. Another was black on black with dark gray accents. Another was all white on the black.
One came onto the bed with her at once, rolled her onto her side, and took her from behind. She was more than ready, the water having aroused her to complete compliance. She was near the side of the bed and a cock was put into her mouth. She sucked deeply and vigorously enough that he didn’t try to pump his hips into her face.
The man behind finished and left the bed, the one replacing him, turning her onto her back. He bit her breasts with a wide grip of teeth, hard enough to make her yelp and cry out but not hard enough to break the skin. Using his thighs, he pushed her farther up toward the head of the bed, until her head hung off it. At once, a cock went into her mouth and down her throat. Hands pulled her arms outward, making her grip more cocks while the one biting her finally impaled her anus. Hands held her ankles to pull her legs open wide for him.
However long it took, she was lost to time through her own bliss. She came hard, fingers now and then slapping or stroking her clitoris. Fingers pinched her nipples and smacked her breasts or her face. The cock down her throat pulsed hard and pulled out to spurt warm goo onto her chest. The two on the sides quickly followed. Last, the one in her anus stripped out to squirt onto her belly.
The room emptied. She opened her eyes as one man toweled her off.
“Is that it?” she asked. “I’m not done.”
“No, that’s not it,” he told her. “Can you walk?”
She moved slowly, but having been on her side or back had rested her legs enough they could carry her. Naked as she was, she went out and around to an elevator at the front of the Manor. Up one floor and out the other side and she was in the intake room. Through a door on the left, near the back corner, was an L shaped room. Sofa directly across, two more to the right, in the far corner. She could see the corner of a dining table across from them, in the end of the L.
Several men in uniforms, complete with nightsticks, handcuffs, and stun guns were standing or sitting in the room, talking. These were real guards, not just men dressed the part. Shoes were polished, but showed wear of daily use. They stopped talking to look at her, some turning around. They all smiled. She could not know it, but they’d been briefed. They knew about her foul mouth, knew to do nothing negative about it and let her cuss them out.
The door closed behind her. Every camera in the room showed a red dot of active recording. She made her choice and walked toward the other end of the L. She bent over the end of the rectangular dining table, propping her head up on her hands.
“Who’s first? I’m horny as fuck,” she declared.
They chuckled and one opened his belt to step up. She took them one after the other, some turning her over to lie on her back on the hard, cloth-covered table. At least it wasn’t cold.
The difference this time was that they didn’t shoot a load onto her, like the masked men had done. Every single one of them finished off in her puss or ass.
Having been on her back for a time, she was pulled off and turned over once more to stand. A hard rod that didn’t feel like flesh slid into her and she was fucked with a nightstick until she climaxed. The stick between a guard’s thighs, his cock went into her ass for a double penetration. One hand on the stick to hold it in place, she was at once screaming with the intensity of double penetration and pounding a fist on the table. His other hand grasped her hair to pull her face up for the corner cameras to see.
“Leave the stick,” she heard when he’d jerked out his ejaculation.
The cock left her ass, replaced very quickly by another condom covered stick and she was screaming again with the quick and steady alternating penetrations. A hand held her down between the shoulders. More hands smacked her bottom and thighs. Her arms were pulled to the sides of the table, a cock put into each one. She gripped tight while they performed the motion.
“Enough of that. Don’t ruin her with sticks,” a stern voice said.
The rods of wood came out and a gloved fist went slowly into her ass. She made a new sort of moaning sound no one tried to stop. Pressure inside radiated out through her belly and down her legs, shivering a wave of increased arousal just under her skin
“You like that, slut? Like your ass full of a fist?” he said as she ejaculated a cum of her own under his wrist.
“Fuck yes,” she managed through a ragged breath, and shuddered again in another climax.
The fist came out and she heard the clicking and saw the flash of a camera.
“Look how wide open your ass is,” he said, and put the screen of the camera in front of her eyes as she was sucking up water through a straw.
Her anus was a gaping cavern.
“I hope someone has a big enough dick to fuck it,” she said. “Otherwise I might not feel it.”
They laughed that she could still be so foul-mouthed after everything they’d done to her so far.
“How’s this one?”
She looked to her left to see a cock as big around as her own forearm and nearly as long.
“I don’t know. Might not be big enough,” she taunted.
He was the last one to have her, putting her onto her back to have her cum-slicked vagina first. Her calves over his shoulders, he bent over to pin her down and force her wide open.
“Do you want to die right now or do you want me to fuck you some more?” he asked.
“Keep fucking me, horse dick,” she blurted without thinking about what he’d said.
He laughed and obliged her, standing upright so the cameras could get a good shot of his thick member sliding in and out of her. After a particularly hard orgasm from her, he hauled himself out and poked the very tip into her anus just enough to start the ring re-opening. It had mostly closed during the pussy pounding. The smallest half inch in and out had her groaning in frustration.
“Fuck me already, asshole!” she shouted.
Hands grasped her ankles and bent her knees to pull them down toward the table while others captured her wrists to hold her arms down. Two more hands closed over her tits to grip hard. Another pair of hands pressed against the top of her shoulders. Horse dick drove forward all at once to the urgings of “fuck her good�
�� and “ream her ass out hard.”
“Fuck that cunt.”
“Make her scream.”
“Open that ass up.”
She came so long and hard that she saw black spots. She managed to say “stop” before her world went completely black. When she came to, she was sitting upright in horse dick’s lap on the floor, leaning against his chest while the doctor checked her pulse. She blinked up at the concerned face looking down at her.
“Fuck that was good,” she sighed, sinking into him. “You can fuck me like that anytime you want, stud.”
He smiled, relieved.
She heard the rattle of small wheels coming closer, another gurney being pushed into the guard shack. The two attendants picked her up, placing her gently on the familiar padded surface. A thick sheet was unfolded and placed over her, the doctor issuing orders to take her to the infirmary.
“I’m okay. I just want my bed,” she said.
“That isn’t your decision,” the doctor replied. “Go.”
She was pushed through the intake room, through the long row of blank doors that were the Death Block, through a door at the end, and into the medical unit. To the left of his office door was an open space of three beds. She was wheeled up to one and physically moved to the bed despite her insistence that she could move herself. She was told to stay there and rest, a bed pan put under her when she complained she needed to use a toilet.
Within minutes, four sensors were placed on her head and a portable scanning unit was humming away at its work. Every few minutes, the doctor would come over and look at it, poke at it, study some more, make an unpleasant face and walk away again.
“What happened?” she demanded when he came to check readings for the third time.
His eyes lifted from the paper in his hands to look at her. “You had a series of climaxes so hard that you went into a Grand Mal seizure. Scared the hell out of the guard who was on you, not to mention the other men.”
“Great. Was it broadcast for the world to see?”
“No. The feed is always on a ten minute delay. When they realized something was wrong, they stopped the feed and edited it out,” he told her. “You aren’t in any immediate danger of dying. The seizure is over and your readings are nearly normal again. I’ll send you back to your room shortly. Are you hungry?”