American Whore Story - Asylum
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 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 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, 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. "Get them out Andrew, I want her to really feel this." Andrew gently lifted them up while he peeled back the bikini, exposing her large breasts to Ms Sarah and himself. "Go on," she prompted, "she's pretty proud of them and they are quite nice, so grab hold of them Andrew." Again he took hold of her pale jugs, sliding his hands around, up, down and side to side, pushing her tits back and forth and enjoying the soft, heavy flesh. Deb could plainly tell he was fascinated by her breasts, and in particular her nipples, as he rubbed his palms against the straining nubs and gently tweaked them between his thumb and fingers. "Twist them," Ms Sarah told him, almost startling Andrew and Deb as they were both caught up in his gentle fondling. He looked down into Deb's eyes and she recognised that there was reluctance, regret and apology, all conveyed with only a look. Gently he took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With one last apologetic look into her eyes, he looked down at her nipples and gave them a sharp squeeze. Pleasure exploded within Deb's substantial breasts. She was no stranger to pain, and though Andrew was following instructions and clearly trying to hurt her, it was well within her pleasure zone. "Andrew," Ms Sarah said with a warning tone, "I know you can do better than that." Suddenly pain exploded in Deb's teats. Andrew had been holding back. It felt as if he'd squeezed her nips with a pair of pliers. Not content, he started twisting. The pain found a higher threshold and it felt like he was trying to rip her nipples off. She moaned and screamed but only muffled grunts and groans were audible through her gag. "That's better," she told him. "I know you think you're up for anything slut, but you haven't even scratched the surface of what I'm capable of," she told Deb, almost snarling at her. Andrew let go of her nipples, leaving behind a deliciously pleasurable, throbbing, warm sensation. Deb thought that Ms Sarah hadn't even scratched the surface of what she was capable of enjoying. "Now watch this you slut," she told Deb. Ms Sarah knelt down and took Andrew's cock in her hand. She lifted it up in her hands to aim it at Deb, while starting to run her fingers over it in a caressing manner. Deb could see it start to plump up in time to his heartbeat. Being well-versed in the behaviours of cocks, she could tell he was going to get hard fast, and be incredibly hard once fully erect. That would make him a risk for a quick trigger, not that that bothered her, and besides, it also made him likely to get hard again for a second round quite quick too. Deb watched jealously as Ms Sarah started to stroke Andrew's cock with more fervour. She now realised just how Ms Sarah intended to torture her. She intended to get Andrew hard and parade his cock around in front of her but not let her enjoy it in any way. "Mmm, look at Andrew's cock, you slut. Isn't it just perfect? So responsive." She ran her fingertips around the crown and over his slit, stirring the pre-cum that was bubbling up out of his shaft. She rubbed it all over the head, leaving it slick and shiny. True to her prediction, Andrew's cock was already very hard. Ms Sarah's fingers toyed with it, stroking it lightly and softly caressing it, paying particular attention to the pulsing, slimy head. "Mmmm," she moaned, clearly addressing Deb, "so hard, and all for me. Should I stroke it Andrew? Would that make you happy? Or maybe I should suck on it?" Deb struggled against her bonds to no effect. "Oh look, I think Deb wants to suck on your cock. Too bad she can't, Andrew. I know she prides herself as a bit of a blowjob queen too." Deb watched as Ms Sarah slowly jerked Andrew's cock in front of her. Ms Sarah didn't know it, but Deb was salivating at the sight of Ms Sarah's slow hand job. It was soft, sensual and Andrew's eyelids has started to flicker. Though Deb was capable of such a hand job, it wasn't her usual style, she often went in hard and fast. And there wasn't a saint or slut alive that could suck a cock anywhere near as well as she could. "Watch this you little bitch," Ms Sarah told her, forcefully. Ms Sarah stuck out her tongue. Tantalizingly, she brought the head of Andrew's cock toward her mouth while leaning forward. Her tongue reached out, curling upwards to the crown of his cock. Andrew shuddered as his hard, pulsing tip was suddenly cupped by Ms Sarah's curled tongue. Deb watched on in professional appraisal as Ms Sarah started displaying her own, clearly considerable cock sucking talents. She slurped up the pre-cum that dribbled from his slit, and her tongue began making laps around the purple tip. Her lips were kissing the slick flesh, as she puckered her lips and made out sensually with his hard on. Deb twisted involuntarily, wishing she could do something to increase her own pleasure and potentially bring on her own orgasm. She had a hair trigger it was true, but she'd need some kind of stimulation. "Oh, oh, Ms Sarah, so good... Thank you so much Ms Sarah... That's incredible, but... Ms Sarah I... I think... Oh god, I think I might... Oh, yes... I'm going to cum soon Ms Sarah... If you don't stop I'm going to cum Ms Sarah," he stuttered through his bliss, his demeanour not matching his voice at all. Ms Sarah took her time responding, continuing the amazing blowjob and trusting Andrew not to cum without permission. Finally, she moved her hands to continue stroking him, freeing her mouth to speak. "That's the point Andrew. You're supposed to cum, and this bitch gets none of it. But I'm going to really rub it in her nose too. Literally." Ms Sarah pulled Andrew forward by his cock, all while she continued to stroke him, using his cock drool as lubrication. Andrew's shaft was now being stroked right into Deb's face and she looked at it, completely envious of Ms Sarah. Deb was so close to Andrew's cock, she knew that if she leaned forward, his cock would start bumping into her face. She was sorely tempted, but knew she'd be punished by Ms Sarah if she did so, and since this was already punishment, it probably wasn't worth it. "Would you like to feel his cock Deb? He's very hard you know..." Deb nodded, the gag preventing her from speaking. "I thought so. You're a cock whore, you know that? Nothing but a damn slut for any piece of swinging meat that comes along." A shudder passed through Deb's body as she reacted pleasurably to the abuse. This particular kink of getting off on abuse was not news to Ms Sarah, but Deb could never be sure if the abuse was intended to hurt Deb or bring her pleasure. Not that it mattered, Deb always took pleasure in it. Ms Sarah suddenly pulled Andrew forward just one more step, and his iron rod bumped into her face, sliding over her cheek and bumping her nose, as Ms Sarah continued jerking him. "Oh god... Ms Sarah I... I'm sorry but I-" "Yes, now Andrew, you can cum now." "Oh god," he moaned. Even Deb felt his cock lurch as it started ejecting its load. The first shot must have sailed over her head, or landed in her hair, as Deb didn't feel it hit her face. "Shit!" Ms Sarah exclaimed having plans for where Andrew's cum should go and clearly annoyed at having missed the first time. She aimed his cock down and Deb watched as Ms Sarah started painting her face with the bucking piece of meat, shooting its white goo all across her face in pearlescent lines. Before long she had a viscous shot across each eye, but her lashes prevented it from getting in her eye. She felt it on her lips, and became frustrated at the gag that prevented her licking it up. "Ooh, here, here," Ms Sarah said, pulling at Andrew's cock and firing a shot directly into her nose. Deb inhaled air, thankful she could still breathe through her other nostril. Her vision was now impaired by the cum across her face. Andrew's cock continued firing and Ms Sarah continued to aim shots all over Deb's face. Deb could feel several lines of the thick juice slowly sliding down her face. She'd had thicker facials before, but it felt like an impressive job considering it was only one load and only one cock. Andrew panted as he came down from his orgasm, and stepped back as Ms Sarah released his cock. "Look at that, I let you feel his cum on your face you dirty slut. You should consider yourself very privileged my filthy little whore. And damn if I haven't ever seen anyone as filthy as you. Look at you, covered in spunk, cum all over your face. You're nothing but a dirty, filthy slut," she told Deb. Again Deb was unsure but uncaring of whether it was intended to be hurtful or not. "In fact, I think you need a shower. It's a good thing we brought you here then, isn't it? Andrew, don't you think Deb needs a shower?" she asked. Deb watched, confused, as Andrew stared back at Ms Sarah, not immediately answering. "Shall I turn on the taps Ms Sarah?" he asked, breaking the silence, yet seeming completely defeated for some reason. "Mmmmm..." Ms Sarah hummed in seeming indecision, "No, I don't think we'll need them just yet." Ms Sarah stood up in front of Deb, looking like a champion standing over a defeated, pitiful foe. Deb could see her engorged pink pussy lips dripping with her sweet, natural essence. She watched as Ms Sarah slid her hands down her body sensually. Slowly they crept towards her bare pussy, sliding closer to the soft pink petals of her labia. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to orally satisfy Ms Sarah. She'd need the ball gag off to free her tongue though. Ms Sarah's pussy dripped with arousal. This was an entirely new form of punishment for Deb, who always required creativity for true punishment. She wasn't a masochist, but neither was Ms Sarah a sadist. Ms Sarah's punishments always revolved around sex in some way. With Deb, there was always a risk that while an experience might be intended to discipline her it might instead end up actually energizing her. "I'm going to enjoy this, you have no idea how long I've been holding on, you little bitch," she said, with just a hint of relief in her voice. Ms Sarah had been preparing for this one for a while. It had been on the list of experiments to try with Deb for a while. As a precaution she'd included the standard denial to cock as a sure form of punishment since Deb always hated that. "Oh slut, this is going to be such a relief for me. You see I've been holding back. Are you ready to see me finally let go slut?" she asked cryptically. Deb looked up at Ms Sarah in confusion. Was Ms Sarah about to truly hurt her, physically harm her, maybe even kill her? Her fingers finally reached her pussy. She cocked her hips forward and opened her pussy, splaying the lips apart with her fingers. Just as Ms Sarah got close enough that Deb could have stuck out her tongue and tasted her superior juices if not for the gag, she suddenly realised what was about to happen and found that she was anticipating it. Despite what Ms Sarah may have hoped, it seemed that Deb's kinks and fetishes did extend to what was about to happen. Ms Sarah leaned back and aimed before finally letting go, having held onto her bladder for most of the day using various well toned muscles and mental techniques. It felt like opening a flood gate. It practically gushed out of her, and arced through the air to basically splash over Deb's face. "Oh god, yes," Ms Sarah murmured, feeling the relief of finally letting go of all that pressure inside her. She'd held on for so long that there was an element of pain mixed in with the pleasure of finally releasing the pressure. She looked down at the pitiful slut being sprayed with her urine, feeling a sense of satisfaction at inflicting something new upon the filthy whore. Deb felt the hot liquid blast her in the face. It gushed all over her face in such a way that it was almost like having a bucket of water thrown in her face, except for the fact that the water was almost hot. The spray made it hard for her to keep her eyes open, so she blinked rapidly, trying to memorise the majestic, erotic sight of Ms Sarah letting go all over her. She could feel the liquid trickling her neck and over the slopes of her breasts. There was so much that it continued down her body and over her thighs until it reached the floor and ran towards the drain. She could feel that it had already soaked her bikini top and bottom. She idolised Ms Sarah, and sure, she misbehaved, but it was often only so that she would in fact be punished. But now, as her strong mistress leaned back and graced her with this golden shower, Deb found herself wanting to taste. Her mouth was still gagged, so there wasn't much she could do. The fluid ran over the ball gag though, and she sucked at it, and worked her lips all around it, trying to draw in a taste. The first flutter of a taste exploded in her mouth. She wasn't able to get much, but the flavour was so strong that the barest amount had a huge impact. Deb moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the flavour of Ms Sarah. Later, she'd regret not spending every moment staring at the Matron, and committing her to memory, but the taste was so strong she completely lost focus. Although it wasn't long, it felt like an age before Ms Sarah's bladder emptied itself. She looked down at the disobedient, cock-hungry whore and realised that the bitch was getting a kick out of the golden shower. It was frustrating. But she wouldn't let Andrew or the slut know that a plan had failed. Instead she'd lock her up in solitary on cock-denial a bit longer. It was always a sure-fire success, but she'd really hoped to add another arrow to her quiver of punishments for the cunt. Speaking of the cunt, she hadn't yet realised that the shower was over. She looked to be in bliss as she sucked on the ball gag. She glanced over at Andrew and realised he was fidgeting, shifting his weight from side to side. "What is it?" she asked him. "Sorry Ms Sarah, but I need to go," he answered. "Go? Go where? You have nowhere else to be." "No, not go, go," he replied, placing emphasis on the second go and glancing at the piss-soaked slut. Ms Sarah's eyebrows raised at the realisation that he also wanted to piss on her. Andrew was obedient and almost entirely dependent on her. He had his needs and she made sure they were met, but never before had he shown much interest in kinks like this. "You want to have a turn?" she asked, amused. "I... no... I just need... I just have to go and well..." he stammered. The poor thing didn't want to admit it. She smiled lopsidedly, definitely amused at seeing Andrew show some personality. "Well go on then. Time for round two slut." Deb was still in her own world, sucking on her ball gag. She hadn't even realised that Ms Sarah had finished, and she completely missed the conversation. The first sign she had of all that was when she felt Andrew's direct stream hit her cheek. She knew straight away that it was different as it was more direct. Ms Sarah had been like a wide spray, while Andrew's urine formed a tightly focused beam. She blinked her eyes open to see Andrew holding his soft cock and directing his stream at her. He changed his aim to piss over her tits, slowly hosing her down. Looking up to his face, Deb found herself a little disturbed but couldn't work out why. Ms Sarah looked at Andrew as he pissed all over Deb. Unlike Deb, she knew what was disturbing about Andrew right now. His expression was almost horrified at what he was doing, but his eyes were intent and intense, clearly he was thoroughly enjoying this, but a big part of him was horrified by what he was doing and even more horrified at the part of him that was enjoying it. She'd seen looks like that before. Andrew just became someone she'd have to keep an eye on. Again Deb experienced the feeling of piss trickling down her body. This time it wasn't Ms Sarah's so some of the thrill was missing, but she still enjoyed it. She no longer felt the need to suck at her ball gag though. She twisted her hips, wishing like crazy that she could just maul her pussy and bring herself off, but the cuffs prevented it. Andrew's flow diminished, and Ms Sarah watched as it slowed to a stop. "Thank you Andrew, that will be all," she said, dismissing him. "Ms Sarah, I could-" he started, before being cut off by an icy stare from Ms Sarah. He'd found something in himself today, but it certainly wasn't anything that she hadn't seen before and it certainly didn't grant him any kind of privileges. Andrew was obedient and loyal, and that afforded him a certain treatment from Ms Sarah, but he'd just headed out over the ice, and only time would tell how thin that ice was. Dejected, Andrew slowly left the shower block. Ms Sarah looked down at the nympho slut, covered in piss. The cause for so much trouble. She was undoubtedly a powerful weapon in Ms Sarah's manipulations and 'empire' of sorts, but she was also one of the most troublesome. She wondered, not for the first time, whether she would ever prove to be more troublesome than her worth. There were certainly times where she'd considered extremely drastic measures with Deb, such as a mastectomy to remove one or both of those lovely, treasured tits of hers, or perhaps having her tongue removed, hampering those prized blowjob skills, but tellingly, she'd never taken the first step in any of those more drastic punishments. She was an extremely troublesome, yet loved family pet. She wouldn't be the first family pet to suddenly take a turn towards the untenable though. But for now, the piss games were over, they were fun in their way, but it turned out they were just another fetish that Deb was able to take pleasure in. It was time for Deb to head into solitary and lose access to hard cock for a while more, pretty much the most effective punishment Ms Sarah had found for her. It was always a little dangerous afterwards though as Deb was likely to cause trouble in her quest for cock upon release, but without even that punishment, she just simply got out of control. "Time for you to go back into solitary my little slut. You clearly enjoyed our little game today, but the bad news is that now you have more pleasure to pay me back for, which means more solitary for you." Deb looked up at her pleadingly, clearly not wanting to go back to solitary. Deb's eyes dropped to Ms Sarah's snatch for just a moment, before flicking back up to her stern face. Might as well take a little more pleasure from the slut while she had the opportunity though. "Not a word now, you little bitch or you'll regret it." Ms Sarah reached down and unbuckled the ball gag. She continued to hold Deb's gaze, giving her a warning look with raised eyebrows. Despite the fact that Deb knew punishment was coming, she could see Ms Sarah was going to take up Deb's offer, which would bring pleasure for them both, so she wasn't going to risk that by defying Ms Sarah and speaking. With the gag out, Deb opened and closed her overtaxed jaw. It was a relief to finally be able to close her mouth, not that she'd be doing that for long. "Do a good job, slut," Ms Sarah told her. Ms Sarah took hold of her hair in a tight fist, as she knelt down in front of Deb. She continued down, reclining backwards and laying flat on the floor of the shower on top of her robe. As she lowered herself she pulled Deb's head downwards as well. Deb had to twist uncomfortably, to move as Ms Sarah demanded, bound as she was. Just as Ms Sarah lay back, Deb lost her balance and her face smacked into Ms Sarah's crotch. "Mmmm, eager beaver little Deb? That's good." Deb immediately got to work licking Ms Sarah's pussy. She could immediately taste Ms Sarah's juices, a flavour she was intimately familiar with, having sampled it directly from the source as well as coated on a hard cock on many occasions. She slid her tongue between the outer lips of Ms Sarah's gash, uncharacteristically gently, wanting to build up to her customary rapid assault. Deb was self-admittedly not much good at munching kitty, her particular skill set lent more towards cock-sucking, but no-one could ever claim that she lacked for effort, especially when it was Ms Sarah's cunt she was chowing down on. She sucked and slurped down the juices that were starting to flow from Ms Sarah's pussy. Not having the use of her hands was making things a little more awkward, but she suspected that was making it even better for Ms Sarah. She built up the pace and did her best to swirl her tongue around and pucker her lips and suck Ms Sarah's labia and pull on it. She rubbed her nose over Ms Sarah's swelling clit. She fumbled around and tried to do things that she thought would feel good, but she'd just never acquired finesse. Ms Sarah began directing the eager, clumsy whore. Deb was possibly the worst at licking pussy that she had ever met, but she was still able to achieve a result, usually by going at it so hard, sort of like a man in honesty. It took a lot of work from both of them, but Ms Sarah started building towards an orgasm. Deb sensed Ms Sarah's growing pleasure, which was turning her on as well. She was doing her best to stimulate her own pussy, rubbing her legs together as much as she could. It was a long shot, but there was a chance she might get an orgasm out of this herself. Ms Sarah's preference was very narrow, a nice, big but not too big, extremely hard cock, shafting her just right, which usually meant she was in control but occasionally not. On top of that, some light clitoral stimulation. If she could somehow be destroying or controlling someone during sex like that, she would have a mind-shattering orgasm every time. That didn't mean she got no enjoyment out of having her pipes cleaned, though she usually preferred someone a little more skilled than Deb. She felt the pleasure rising, in waves, towards the crescendo. She never really had too much trouble orgasming, which is probably why Deb's amateur efforts were able to succeed. Deb's own pleasure was peaking, she just needed something a little more to tip her over. She got that when Ms Sarah herself orgasmed. She bucked her hips, but held tight to Deb's hair, holding her mashed against the Matron's pussy as it gushed her tasty girl juice. "OH FUCK YES! YOU STUPID SLUT! SUCK MY CUNT YOU STUPID WHORE! FUCK YES! YES! YOU GODDAMNED BITCH! OH FUCK! YOU FUCKING HORNY SLUT! SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH!" Deb moaned as her own orgasm fired off, but she was careful not to speak. Her pussy gushed, leaking her cum out onto the shower floor to mix with the remnants of the combined urine of both Andrew and Ms Sarah. The two women rode their orgasms, one moaning, the other shouting and degrading the first. Both of them had achieved better orgasms in the past, but for Deb she knew she had to make this one count, and was focusing on the pleasure as much as possible. When they both came down from the high, Ms Sarah released Deb's hair, who then slumped to the side and rested her head on Ms Sarah's thigh. "Mmmm, not bad slut. But I have something else for you." Suddenly Ms Sarah was gushing another fluid all over Deb. Deb was shocked to suddenly be receiving her third golden shower of the day. With the gag removed, she was able to do what she felt compelled to do, and did her best to do the first time. While Ms Sarah pissed all over Deb's face, Deb stuck out her tongue and sucked in a portion of the urine cascading into and down her face. Ms Sarah watched as Deb drank her urine and thought to herself that Deb was very likely the most perverted charge she'd ever had under her care. Well, actually, that clearly wasn't true, but she was definitely the filthiest that managed not to creep out or disgust Ms Sarah herself. In fact, she somehow managed to take Ms Sarah along on her perverted ride through all things sexual. Though Ms Sarah would never allow Deb to take the reins. Ms Sarah finished, stood up and looked down at the piss-soaked whore. "Well that was surprisingly fun slut. I'll send someone along to take you to solitary shortly." As a parting shot, before Ms Sarah left to have a long hot shower in her private bathroom, she spat in Deb's face. "Don't fuck with me again!" she shouted as she left the shower block.
DATE OF PUBLISHING
02-MAR-2014
SOURCE LINK
https://www.literotica.com/s/american-whore-story-asylum-ch-04