The Return Of The Natalie Incident
Small town life can be pretty boring. I made this observation to my buddy Jim late one afternoon as we sat on a bench drinking sodas. We’d spent the last hour shooting basketballs and a combination of heat and my increasing lack of fitness had ensured that Jim had quite literally run rings around me. Or maybe he was just a better on a court than I was.
‘I thought boring was what you wanted,’ said Jim.
‘Maybe. I just feel a little restless,’ I replied, taking a long hit of Sprite and finally getting my breath back.
‘Do something about it then.’
‘Not that easy. I’m approaching Thirty, I’m-’
He interrupted me with a laugh. ‘So, it’s an age thing?’
I shook my head. ‘It’s not just that. I live in the same town I was born in. I know just about everybody here and I’m doing a job that is never going to make me rich.’
‘Thought you liked the job?’
For the last year I’d been working for the local newspaper, and I had my own column where I reviewed music and movies, talked a little about whatever took my interest. If I’m honest, it really was an easy position. Companies sent me the latest CD’s and I either said good or bad things about them, and I got to see most of the latest movies before they came out, and for free. Each week I did my best to add a little humour to what I wrote, and generally the readership of the paper seemed to like what I offered. Occasionally I received an e-mail telling me what an asshole I was, but those occasions were rare. When I did get one, it brightened the day.
‘I do like it. But like I say, I’m never gonna make my fortune at it. Just feels like I’m going nowhere.’
‘So go back to the city. See if you can take your work to one of the big papers or magazines out there.’
‘Maybe.’
He stood and clapped me on the shoulder. ‘Small town living ain’t so bad pal. Good air, clean streets, very little crime. Plus, you can take the afternoons off and let me whip your ass at sports.’
I grinned. ‘Well, that gives my life a whole new purpose.’
Jim was rarely serious, but he was now. ‘You make your own luck in this world, Rich. If you want something, then you have to go for it. I know that I’m not exactly a role-model for today’s youth, being the slacker that I am, but I do know that things don’t just fall in your lap.’
He tossed the ball to me and I caught it, bounced it a couple of times. ‘I just wish something good would come along,’ I said.
‘My old Dad used to say, wish in one hand and shit in the other, see which one fills up faster.’ He took the ball away from me with ridiculous ease.
‘You have such a way with words, Jim.’
‘Maybe I should become an English teacher,’ he said, as the basketball slapped through the hoop and rattled the chain netting. ‘What’s the score now?’
I turned my back and started to walk off the court. ‘Fuck the score. Let’s go and get a beer.’
‘Good deal.’
***************
The next day I was playing hoops again, this time sitting at my desk and scrunching up paper and launching it towards the wastebin. True to form, there were more white balls around the bin than inside it. I’d been trying to think of an angle for that week’s column, but my mind wasn’t on the job. In truth, I’d been thinking about what Jim had said. Maybe I did need to take myself back to the big city.
I’d lived in Los Angeles for two years, running the usual route of minimum wage jobs while waiting for the big break in the acting business that predictably never arrived. I wasn’t alone in failure; every year thousands of young hopefuls like myself had their dreams of stardom dashed by unscrupulous casting agents. There always seemed to be an average of a thousand people competing for the same role, and with that ratio agents could afford to pick and choose. The only way to get noticed was to have either exceptional talent or be able to give a blowjob that could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. My acting, while acceptable, was never going to trouble the Acadamy, and nothing was ever going to persuade me to get down on my knees. So one morning I cut my losses and returned to my little backwoods town, which is where I’d remained ever since. Old friends, my parent’s farm, the coffee shops and bars I knew like the back of my hand. Decent and stable job for possibly the first time. Life was okay. Life was normal. Life was…dull.
I’d run out of sheets to screw-up, and content with having wasted a small part of the planet’s natural resources I decided that a unhealthy dose of caffeine was the required kick-start my brain required. My editor’s secretary had a pot of coffee brewing near her desk, but the smell that hung around the room as I approached was all the convincing I needed to get myself to the deli across the street. I asked a couple of my colleagues if they needed anything but they both replied to the negative, so I took the stairs two at a time and crashed out of the front doors onto the sidewalk.
It was nearing six and the street had taken on it’s usual quietness that always approached at the end of the working day. A few cars dotted the kerb, and two kids shot past me on skateboards, one of them performing an impressive kick-flip and grind along the concrete flowerbox that lined the front of the newspaper office. I watched the two of them traverse around the block before trotting across the street, raising my hand to Pete Jameson as he cruised past sedately in his old Plymouth Fury, the fire-red body work and acres of chrome immaculate as always.
A searing blast of air-con hit me as I pushed Gino’s door open, and by the time I’d walked over to the marbled counter my teeth were chattering. Gino himself; fat, red-faced and sporting his trademark stubble, grinned as I approached.
‘You expecting a busload of Eskimos?’ I said.
His grin widened. ‘You listen to me. This climate is good for your body.’ His accent was heavy with his Little Italy, New York roots. Talking to Gino was like re-enacting a scene from Goodfellas.
‘The only thing it’s doing is causing my balls to climb up inside my ass.’
‘It’s good to learn new skills,’ he shot back. ‘You want coffee?’
I confirmed I did and watched as he poured jet-black java into a tall beaker and added a generous amount of cream. There were a fine selection of bagels under the counter, and I chose a creamcheese and tomato, left five dollars and said my goodbyes. I’d always liked Gino’s place; as a kid some of my first dates had taken place in the booths towards the back of the store.
Back on the street I stood for a moment, letting my body adjust back to a regular temperature. The late September sun hung low in the sky like a huge orange blister, and although the day was cooling off I could feel the heat of the hot tar through my shoes as I crossed back towards the office. Shadows were lengthening and the colours had taken on that almost sepia tone that was so distinctive of the approaching fall.
I swopped the coffee to my left hand and reached for the office door, intending to get back to my desk and force myself to get at least two hundred words done before I took one bite of the bagel. What I really needed was-
‘Hey, country boy.’
The voice that called me was soft, distinctive and instantly recognisable to my ears, even though I hadn’t heard it for almost a year. I span on my heel and looked directly into the eyes of a friend I thought I’d lost, a brief lover, and if I’m honest, the real reason that I left Los Angeles. Natalie.
With the sun bathing her in hot light she looked as beautiful as I could ever recall. She was wearing a simple white dress, her hair falling loose across her face and shoulders and her eyes shielded by a pair of small, blue lensed sunglasses. She removed the shades and looked up at me, her eyes creasing shut against the bright glare, her tiny nose wrinkling as she did so. When she smiled it was as bright as snow.
‘You’ve dropped your coffee,’ she said, and I looked down at the sidewalk to see streams of dark trickling toward the drain. When I looked back up she had taken a step closer towards me. I didn’t move, and it was then that her smile faltered, her brow creased.
‘Say something to me,’ she said quietly.
Finally I found my voice. ‘I… what are you doing here?’
‘You could say it’s good to see me?’
I took a step forward and then we met, her arms sliding around my back and her head pressing into my shoulder as we embraced. I hugged her tightly, pulling her slim body to mine, letting her soft hair tickle my cheek. It was good to see her. The only time I thought I’d look at her again was in my dreams.
***************
I’d met her when I was in LA, and somehow, don’t ask me how, we became friends. I tried to pick her up at a party, she quite obviously gave me the brush-off, I gave her a burst of rare honesty, she smiled and bought me a beer. That was how it started. My roommate Keith thought it was incredible; a no-name, bum actor and superhot moviestar Natalie Portman becoming friends. But she didn’t judge me and I never treated her like the celebrity she was. She had stark honesty and a brilliant sense of humour, and I was as attracted to that as I was her beauty. Friends were hard to come by in the City of Angels, and I felt lucky to know her.
Our friendship continued for several months, until one fateful Friday when I got a call from her, stuck in the desert with a broken rental. I’d gone to pick her up, my own car also died, and we ended up in a roadside motel that owed much to the memory of Norman Bates. A storm hit hard, we ended up sharing the same bed, and eventually we made love that was sweet and sensual and everything that I had ever wanted. Truthfully, it was one of the best nights of my life.
Next morning, I returned to the city, and Natalie returned to the picture she was filming. Sure, we spoke again, even went out again, but the magic that we shared in that scruffy roadhouse could never be repeated, and we both knew it. Gradually I saw less and less of her, and when she went overseas to film I knew that the great distance between us was more than just miles. Not long after, I packed up and came home. The rest you know.
I still thought about her all the time. You don’t encounter people like her that often in your life, she’d left a lasting impression upon me. There had been many times I’d thought about dialling her number, but something always stopped me. Fear, I guess. Fear of wanting something I knew I could never have again.
Do I regret the night we had? Do I wish we had stayed friends, and not crossed the line? I couldn’t even answer that one myself…
***************
The bar was quiet, populated by a few casual after-office drinkers nursing a quiet one before they took off home for dinner. Natalie slid behind a table towards the back of the room and I ordered a couple of beers and went over to join her. I could smell steak frying in the small kitchen, and the sounds of a nine-ball game competed with The Doors flowing from the stereo. The place was relaxed, but I felt nervous.
We touched bottlenecks and I drank deeply, Natalie less so. There was a silence between us for a moment, and I broke it.
‘What are you doing here, Nat?’
‘Just passing through, I guess.’
I chuckled and shook my head. ‘No you’re not. No one passes through this town unless they’re lost, and I know you better than that.’
She smiled again, and my heart did the same little double-beat it always did. Her fingers curled around my hand on the table and squeezed gently. ‘I’m sorry that we didn’t keep in touch. I meant to.’
‘Don’t apologise. It’s just how things work out,’ I said. ‘People drift apart.’
‘Is that what happened, we drifted apart?’ She asked sincerely.
‘I think it was inevitable. We’re from different ends of the spectrum. You’re everything, I’m nothing.’
She squeezed my hand tighter. ‘Don’t say that. You’re not nothing.’
‘I am, but I don’t mean in a bad way. I’m just a regular joe, and you’re something special.’ I returned her level gaze as I spoke, while Riders On The Storm dripped from the speakers in Morrison’s deep baritone.
‘I’m no-one special,’ she said.
‘You are to me.’
This time the silence that fell between us was comfortable, before Natalie broke it by leaning across the table and kissing me lightly on the mouth, her lips as soft as peach skin.
‘Are we still friends?’ She asked.
I nodded. ‘Definitely. But only if,’ I paused and took another swallow of beer, ‘you tell me what brings you to this one-horse town.’ I replaced the empty bottle on the table.
Natalie relaxed back into her seat, but still held onto my hand. ‘Two reasons. First, I wanted to get things straight between us. We were close in LA, and when I got back from Australia and looked you up Keith told me you’d gone home. I wanted to make sure that wasn’t because of me.’
‘Not really,’ I lied. ‘It just wasn’t working out for me there.’
‘It was him that told me you were working for the paper here.’
I’d kept in touch with Keith since my return, and he often asked me If I’d heard from Natalie when we spoke over the phone.
‘So he gave me the number of your office,’ Nat continued, ‘and the other morning I called up, confirmed that you were still here, and then bought myself a roadmap. I set out this morning, and here I am.’
‘You drove all day? It must be nearly four hundred miles.’
In reply she stifled a yawn on the back of her hand. ‘Tell me about it. I’m bushed.’
For the first time since I’d seen her I could see the fatigue on her face. I lifted my hand from her’s and brushed my thumb against the shadow under her eye, and as I did so she leant her cheek into my palm and yawned again.
‘You said there were two reasons you came here, Nat?’ I said.
She nodded. ‘If we were still friends I was hoping I could hang out with you for a few days. For the past couple of months I’ve been dragged so far back and forth by press for the new film that I think I’ve forgotten who I am. Do you understand what I mean?’
I grinned. ‘Hey, that was the life I went to the city to seek out, remember?’
‘Now the thing has finally come out, I’d just love to relax for a while.’
Her tired eyes seemed full of expectation, and the thought of Natalie wanting to renew our friendship and then stay with me was a thought that filled my stomach with nervous little snakes of excitement. But instantly my cynical mind was filled with a dark thought; did she really want to see me again, for the right reasons, or was she just looking for a quiet place to escape the glare of publicity she was in at the moment? I didn’t want us to get close again only to have things blown apart as they had before. But had that been the fault of either of us? No. I’d answered my own question only minutes previously when I’d explained to her about our differences. And looking at her now, I remembered one reason why I’d been so crazy about her; pure and simple honesty. She’d never deceived me before, and I didn’t believe she was now.
This took a moment to go through my mind, and doubt must have crossed my face. ‘Maybe it was a bad idea,’ she said, taking her hand away from mine. ‘I can always head-’
‘It’s the best idea I’ve heard all week,’ I interrupted, standing quickly and pulling her up with me. ‘C’mon, let’s get out of this dump.’
She clasped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, letting out a little squeal as she did so. ‘Thankyou Rich, so much. You can show me all the things you used to tell me about, all the country around here. We can go hiking, and fishing, and-’
I put a finger to her lips, cutting her off. ‘If we’re gonna get that energetic, we’d better make sure you’ve had some decent sleep.’
A couple of guys looked at us as we left the bar, and an old acquaintance from high school by the name of Ben Hicks, who back then was a well-built jock who always stomped me on the football field for kicks, did a double-take when he saw who I was with. At twenty-eight Hicks sported a fine beer-gut, dug ditches for the town and had a wife who must have tipped the scales at over three hundred pounds. I could see my feet when I looked down and was walking hand-in-hand with Natalie Portman. That made me feel pretty good.
The sun had virtually disappeared behind the horizon as we stepped out onto a street that burnt in a deep glow, and our shadows were long and chased us across the road to where Natalie had parked. Aside for ourselves the street was deserted of vehicles. Not quite seven, and already the town was closing up for the night.
‘Want me to drive?’ I said, and she tossed me the keys deftly as a reply. I caught them and worked the lock, and we both climbed into the car. After I’d fired the ignition I turned to looked at Natalie.
‘Remember the last time we were in a rental?’
‘I remember where it led us to,’ she said, and after a moment we both burst out laughing. I checked the mirrors for traffic I knew wouldn’t be there, and swung the Lexus in a U-turn across the street, heading into the sun and towards the weekend.
***************
I drove out of town and towards my parents farm, where I had been staying for the past week and would continue to stay until they returned from a visit to Europe at the end of the month. Although my Father was heavily security conscious all the fancy alarm systems in the world couldn’t settle his mind when they took their annual pilgrimage abroad, and as a consequence I was usually roped in to tend the place. I never protested that much. The house was large and set in around thirty acres, none of which Dad worked since he’d retired after a slight heart-attack. He rented some of the land locally to a fellow farmer who kept cattle, and the rest he kept loose for himself, never really doing much more than playing with it. Truth was, he didn’t need to. My folks had some respectable savings thanks to shrewd investments, and the land-rental kept them in some decent ready cash.
‘I think you’ll like the place,’ I told Natalie as we reached the track that wound through some light woodland up to the farm. ‘It’s much better than my apartment.’
‘Seems like I came at the right time.’
‘Winter or Summer, it’s good that you’re here,’ I said, and she shifted in the seat towards me, rested her head on my shoulder as I drove. I glanced down as she did so, as was rewarded with a view down the front of her dress, tanned skin merging into shadow, and the faintest glimmer of small, bra-encased breasts. I quickly looked back out the windshield as I felt the familiar pressure in my crotch.
I guided the car through the gate into the small yard that surrounded the back of the farmhouse and crunched the gravel as I came to a stop. In a moment Natalie was out of the car, leaving the door swinging wide as she trotted across the path and around the house, and I watched her for a moment before reaching her case from the backseat. I secured the Lexus and then walked around to find her.
She was standing at the front of the house, looking down the hill that swept away from the farm. It was mostly this land that was my Father’s, and the house afforded a perfect view of the countryside that led back towards the town, which was around two miles away. The sun had now disappeared into the earth, and the sky was a myriad of colour, shades of red and purple that ran across the horizon in hazardous streaks. The woods were clumps of blackness in the far distance, and the river that ran the length of the valley resembled a grey ribbon. There was silence except for the call of crickets and the low honking of geese flying in an arrow formation towards the rainbow skies.
‘God, it’s so beautiful,’ said Natalie quietly, and when I turned to look at her her eyes were wide. ‘Is this really where you grew up?’
I nodded. ‘I was lucky, that I do know. You can see why I don’t mind looking after the farm for them.’
I gasp and shudder on his cock, speaking rude remarks into his gummy flesh. He laughs and pushes me into him so that I nearly choke on his member. I feel another man’s penis on my butt cheek and realize that David is rubbing himself hard on me. I gasp around the cock in my mouth. I hear the door open and the sound of men’s footsteps.
“Oh Jim you’ve really got a juicy one this time,” a male voice says, and I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder.”
“You bet Bob, only the best for me,” Jim replies, quickening the speed of my mouth on his member.
“Wow, take it easy there, Jim, you don’t want to tire yourself too quickly,” another voice says.
“Speak for yourself, old man,” Jim replies, thrusting his hips into me. “I took a dose of the sample drug the Gamuron representative left after the March fertility meeting. It makes you screw like a horny college student. I could be at it all day.”
“Gamuron? Isn’t that the drug that’s supposed to make you cum like a racehorse? I heard it’s going to revolutionize the whole artificial insemination process.”
Jim smiles. “I’m planning on conducting a little study with the guys today,” he replies, pulling a packet of pills out of his pants’ pocket.
Bob shakes his head in mock disbelief. “Man Jim, I knew you’d do anything for a promotion, but this is going a little overboard.”
“A man needs a strong academic interest,” Jim replies, pressing his hips into me.
“That nightstick’s really stuck up there,” David says, pressing his swollen member against the piece of metal in my rectum. I feel a searing pain as he pushes his penis alongside it into my already stuffed little bottom, his hips thrusting into me, pushing the nightstick even further up my sore butt. It hurts so badly I scream.
“Feeling a little discomfort?” Jim asks, pounding in and out of me. “You might have a tear. I’m afraid it goes with your line of work. Remind me afterwards and I’ll give you something to make it better.”
I gurgle my thanks into Jim’s cock. Jim moans.
“They didn’t send us a hooker with an STD, did they?” Bob asks nervously.
“Of course not!” Jim replies in a haughty voice. “They know better than to mess with the doctors from THIS hospital!”
I feel a tingling sensation in my nether region and begin to realize that Bob must be fingering my womanhood.
“You are a damp little slut, aren’t you?” Bob says, his voice rough with desire. David plunges into me again and I whimper. Bob chuckles.
“You going to give me a turn soon Jim, or are you going to hog her all day?” he asks.
“What’s your hurry?” Jim asks, frantically pounding his meat down my throat. “She’s still got a perfectly good cunt that’s not being used.”
“And nice breasts, too,” David adds, giving my nipples an affectionate little pinch that sends shivers though my body.
“Wow, we’ve really got a hot one this time!” another man says, opening the door. “And damn, that looks like fun! Too bad it took me so long to lose that testicular hemorrhage patient! You guys still have room for me?”
“But of course, John!” says Jim, thrusting hard into me again, causing me to gag. “Why don’t you see if you can squeeze yourself in there somewhere!”
“I claim her pussy,” says Bob, somehow managing to crawl under me and rubbing his swollen member along the puffy lips of my nether region, sending a shock throughout my body.
“You like that, don’t you, you little slut?” Bob moans, plunging into my moist depths. My body tenses and convulses. Another contraction courses through me. I distinctly feel Bob and Jim rubbing their members against each other through the thin layer separating my two orifices.
“Damn, you really enjoyed that, you dirty whore!” Bob grunts. Jim tenses and moans, spilling his load down my throat. I swallow five or six loads, but it’s like trying to drink out of a fire hydrant. The sperm begins dribbling down my chin onto the floor, where it pools. With a great grunt, Jim pulls his pulsing appendage from my well-used mouth, spraying a trail of semen upon my face and breasts.
“Watch where you’re aiming that hose of yours!” exclaims Bob, squirming in an attempt to escape the spray of sperm.
“Wow, that Gamuron is sure impressive!” says David, continuing to pound in and out of my sore ass.
“There’s more where that came from, baby!” exclaims Jim, taking his still hard hunk of meat in his hand and stroking it lovingly. “Now all of you can have big, beautiful and versatile cocks like me!” He hands the pills to the new guy, who eyes them suspiciously.
“Gamuron? Doesn’t that cause testicular hemorrhage?”
“Oh, that’s a rare complication, only from long-term use. Go on, take some, John!”
“All right then, I’ll try it once,” says John, taking a pill from Jim.
“Hey don’t be stingy! Pass ‘em this way!” says Bob.
“Yes, please do,” says David. Jim hands them each a pill, which they swallow before resuming pounding into my stretched orifices.
John takes Jim’s place at my mouth and after a moment, Jim shrugs and joins him. The two members fill my mouth almost completely, to the point where they have no choice but to rub against each other as they stretch my cheeks.
Suddenly I feel a jet of hot semen shooting up my rectum. The nightstick becomes loose and falls out as sperm runs out of my butt and down my legs. David moans and writhes, pumping in and out of my stretched hole, my rectum feeling fuller and fuller as he continues ejaculating. With a cry he pulls out, shooting streams of hot semen onto my back and hair.
“See how fast-acting it is, Bob?” says Jim. “A regular miracle drug!”
“Hey, any drug that can get me this hard’s gotta be a good thing!” David responds.
“You’ve said it, son,” Bob comments, thrusting in and out of my pussy.
“Shit, that’s a lot of cum!” Jim laughs, pumping in and out of my mouth alongside John.
“Hell, I’m not done yet!” David exclaims, thrusting his engorged cock along with the soiled nightstick back into my well-used rectum.
Suddenly, the door flies open, and I hear what sounds like a disgruntled female voice begin yelling.
“I heard that bogus page over the intercom, what the hell are you up to this time Jim? You guys better not be breaking glass bottles with intimate parts of your anatomy, like the last time I found you!”
“Shit Jenny, just because you’re the only female doctor in the ER doesn’t give you permission to be a total bitch all the time! If I were less acquainted with that hot little body of yours, I’d think you were having your period 31 days a month.”
“Oh, what is that?” Jenny asks, noticing me for the first time. “You guys aren’t having one of those kinky goodbye parties again, are you? That transvestite really knew what he was doing!”
“You dumb bitch!” Bob exclaims, pumping his humungous tool in and out of my womanhood. “We didn’t have a transvestite on purpose, that damn pharmaceutical company threw in a bogus incentive!”
“Whatever!” Jennifer says off-handedly. “John, Jim. Move over and let me have a turn riding that hot mouth of hers. There’s a trauma, automobile vs. pedestrian, fifteen minutes out. One of our ambulances ran over a nun, and I’d like to get off a couple of times before the paramedics arrive.”
“No way!” John cries pumping, “I haven’t come yet! I’m not going anywhere!”
“Yeah, brilliant. You’re not even equipped to handle a hot slut like this!” Bob adds in a rugged voice as he continues thrusting.
“You have pretty nice tits.” David says graciously. “I might be persuaded to let you lick her asshole, if you’ll strip for me.”
“You’re letting her off too easily!” Bob protests, moaning and squirting his hot semen into my most intimate region. “You’re not getting any action, little woman, until you suck all of us off, including the little lady on the floor.”
I moan my protest into the dicks in my mouth.
“But the trauma!” Jennifer exclaims. “It’s not fair!”
“Sounds pretty fair from where I’m standing,” Jim announces. “I never invited you to this little goodbye party of ours. If you want a piece of the action, you have to pay the entrance fee.”
“Here, here!” John agrees. Bob pulls his sperm-covered member out of my pussy. If it ever went soft in the process of ejaculation, I never noticed it. I moan in relief as his tool leaves me.
“Come, you can start with me! Come on, have a nice cum cocktail on me!” He steps forward and grabs Jennifer’s breasts from underneath her scrubs, ripping the top off in the process of violently squeezing her nipples.
“Shit, Bob! I needed that top!” Jennifer exclaims between moans.
“I don’t think the patient will mind,” Bob laughs.
“But she’s a nun!”
“All the better,” Bob snickers, pulling her by the braid and forcing her to the ground. “Now suck me off woman, before I get angry!” He thrusts his member into her mouth. I see her breasts rocking back and forth from where I lie getting molested. What a way to prove your sanity! I can see what David meant though. Jennifer does have rather nice breasts. I almost want to suck them as they continue swaying back and forth. I blush and try to think of something else. The three male appendages riding me come to mind, and I try to dismiss that too. Only then do I remember that I’m supposed to be having a baby!
“Oh, my gosh!” I think to myself. “The baby is probably due any minute, and it’s going to come into the world surrounded by men raping me! Think of the therapy bills my husband is going to have to pay to counteract the damage this will cause the baby!”
“My dick in your mouth not enough to satisfy you, little slut?” Jim asks in a rugged voice. “You aren’t sucking hard enough! Either concentrate on pleasuring me or I’ll have no choice but to pleasure myself in that tight little ass of yours.”
“I’m all for that!” John exclaims. “More mouth for me!”
“Shut up you guys. You bicker like little girls. Can’t you let a man get sucked off in peace?” Bob complains.
“Sorry, buddy,” John replies, quickening his trusts in and out of my mouth. “Got carried away.” Bob groans and pounds his member in and out of Jennifer’s mouth. Her cheeks swell and I begin to see semen leaking out of the sides of her mouth and then dribbling down her chin and unto her torn blouse.
“Shit, Jenny, don’t you know how to swallow?” Bob laughs as he pulls his still hard dick from her mouth. “I ought to make you do me all over again until you do it right.”
“Stop being a prick, Bob!” David exclaims, pulling his member out of my butt. “After all, it’s my turn now. I’ve got to get my cock into that lovely ass of hers,” he says, pumping his immense appendage with his fist.
“Shit, boy, if it’s her ass that you’re after, you might as well share with me.”
“No,” Jim says. “You’ve gotta play it by the rules. One time each, fellows, and then the whore licks her pussy for her! I’ll keep the entertainment company while you and David take your turn with Jenny. Bob, why don’t you take the hooker’s ass for a while?”
“Aye, aye sir!” Bob says with a mock salute, grabbing his cum covered cock and marching over to my backside. “Shit, she’s got a lot of cum up her ass!”
“That’s the effect of the Gamuron, Bob,” Jim says happily. “It increases sperm production up to 1000%.”
“Darn, that can’t be all sperm in there! I think I’m going to have to take a taste to make sure.”
“Whatever floats your boat,” Jim replies. I feel a tongue up my butt and hear Jennifer cry out as David thrusts his enormous dick up her butt without lubricant. A moment later, the cries are muffled as John slides his hard member in her mouth and begins pumping. Suddenly, with a piercing pain, I realize that Bob’s humungous penis is pushing its way into my rectum. I try to cry out, but the sound is muffled by Jim’s cock in my mouth. Jim comes explosively, pushing me backwards onto Bob’s penis. Bob grunts happily as he impales me.
David comes next inside of Jennifer’s anus and his white excretions land all over her green scrubs, completely soiling them.
“Well, those are going to have to come off,” Jim says, pulling his still hard appendage from my mouth. He yanks Jennifer’s pants off so that she’s crouched on the floor naked. I notice in shock that she isn’t wearing any undergarments.
“You like watching her get fucked,” Bob moans in my ear. “You want me to pound in and out of your ass while you watch.” I can’t respond. Even now, when my mouth is finally free of men trying to take advantage of it, I can’t find a way to express my feelings. I whimper and Bob grabs my breasts and continues to ride me hard.
David, who seems considerate enough not to thrust himself into my mouth or pussy after being in two women’s anuses, begins rubbing himself on my shoulder blades as Bob continues to manhandle me.
Jim pushes his way into Jennifer’s private parts, she hardly resist, which surprises me. I’d expect a woman like that to be a little more forceful. It’s almost as though she’s used to be treated like a common slut. She moans and writhes pathetically.
Jim quickly pulls out and sprays her face with his semen. There is so much of it that she has to wipe it away from her eyes to see.
“Shit, Jim!” John exclaims. “You almost came on me.”
“Sorry! I didn’t know it would spray so much.” Jim apologizes.
“Just don’t do it again!” John moans.
“It’s my goodbye party we are having here. Stop whining.”
“Yeah. Come already, or Jenny’s not going to have enough time to get off before her trauma,” Bob grunts in my butt.
“Haven’t you guys heard of performance anxiety? How am I supposed to come when all you guys are waiting for me?” John complains.
“You know the rules, John. Jenny gives all of us one orgasm each and then the whore eats her pussy for her,” Jim says, groping Jennifer’s butt. “Unless you’re man enough to let Jenny suck you off, she’s not going to get any action. You don’t want to be the one who denies Jenny her pleasure, do you?”
“Come on Jim. You’re making me nervous.” John whines.
“Oh, suck it up and come like a man!” Jim barks.
John’s limp cock falls out of Jenny’s mouth and he begins pumping it with his fist to get it back up.
“I knew John wasn’t man enough to join the party!” Bob grunts, adding his semen to my already full anus. “How about we watch the whore eat some pussy already! We shouldn’t have to wait on account of that boy! I bet he hasn’t even gone through puberty.”
“But the rules!” Jim exclaims.
“To hell with the rules, Jim! This is your goodbye party and we want to have a good time,” Bob replies, rubbing the head of his cock on the entrance to my anus.
“Yeah, come on!” David calls from on top of me. “I want to see some hot lesbian action before the attending realizes that I’m gone!” John ejaculates on the floor in front of Jenny.
“Well, I guess that settles it,” Jim laughs. “Come on woman, why don’t you give our dear little Jenny a treat?”
“Oh please!” Jennifer cries out. “I’m so horny! I need to come before they page me!”
“But I’ve never touched another woman’s privates before!” I say indignantly.
“You haven’t? What sort of hooker are you?” Bob asks. I look embarrassed, my face covered with cum.
“Shit, Jim! The agency set us a defective whore. We should call them, maybe if we send her back now we can get a replacement before you go off duty tonight.”
“I’ll lick your pussy for you,” David says, licking his lips.
“Oh yes, please, just someone lick my pussy for me!” Jennifer cries. David starts walking over to Jennifer, who opens her legs willingly for him. Jim grabs him by the shoulder to hold him back.
“Jennifer’s one of us now. She deserves to have her turn with the whore too,” Jim says reasonably.
I don’t know what to do. If I don’t pleasure Jennifer, then the doctors will find out that I’m not really a prostitute and they’ll send me to the psycho ward. I don’t want to have my baby around crazy people! Think of the developmental damage that would cause!
I force my eyes to focus on Jennifer. I will my attention painfully down her body and between her legs. I see her privates glistening with juices. It looks so beautiful, and I find myself strangely desperate to take a taste.
“Gosh, you guys, can’t I mess with you at all?” I say to the doctors with a laugh. It’s almost too easy. “You’d think you guys have never role-played before. Don’t you know, ‘I’ve never licked a pussy’ is the oldest line in the book! Sure, call the agency if you like, but you’re all going to look like fools.”
“God, Bob, why did you have to overreact, like you always do?”
“I never overreact!” Bob retorts.
“My pussy! My pussy!” Jennifer moans. She’s leaving a small puddle of juice on the floor of the lounge.
“I want to see the whore suck pussy!” John says, stroking his penis wildly.
“Oh please! Oh please!” Jennifer exclaims moving her own hand over to her genitals in an attempt to give herself a little pleasure.
“What are you waiting for, wench!” Bob exclaims, slapping my butt and in the process pushing me over towards Jennifer.
“Lick! Lick! Lick! Lick!” The male doctors chant in rhythm, as I slowly bend over and my tongue reaches out to touch the wet velvety flesh of Jennifer’s pussy. It tastes a little sour, but good, like when I used to lick my husband’s penis clean after sex. It brings back old memories of consensual sex, from before my husband’s ambition and my pregnancy had gotten in the way of my sex life. The memory makes me damp between the legs and the nightstick shoots explosively from my anus and lands on the floor a foot away.
“Damn that’s a hot trick!” Bob exclaims, staring at the nightstick and stroking his penis.
My tongue touches Jennifer’s clitoris and she begins to writhe. I find that I like the feeling. It makes me feel powerful.
“Lick faster, darn it!” John whines, pumping his dick frantically. “You’re supposed to be getting her off, not giving her a gynecological exam with your tongue!”
“Put some jaw in it!” Jim adds pleasuring himself with his hands. “Give us a real show!” David whimpers. Bob doesn’t say anything, but a moment later I feel a penis in my anus and turn my head slightly to see him plunge himself into my butt, which is a lot more open now that the nightstick has been dislodged. I moan and writhe and press my cheek into Jennifer’s privates. Jennifer cries out happily and I begin licking her clit again. My face and body is completely covered in semen, and I can’t help getting some on Jennifer as I pleasure her.
I feel something warm on my back and realize that one the male doctors has ejaculated on my back. It actually feels pretty good. I keep licking. Another hot flash as yet another penis spills its load on my back. God, I feel like a total slut!
“Oh please keep sucking, please! Oh, please!” Jennifer squeals. I follow her request, and in a moment her body begins to tense and rock in what must be an incredibly intense orgasm.
I notice the intensity of her orgasm with both pride and shame. It’s my first lesbian experience.
“Hey Jenny! That was some orgasm, wasn’t it?” Bob exclaims open-mouthed. “Shit girl, you almost made ME come!”
“Hey, why don’t you return the favor?” Jim says, manhandling himself.
“Yeah! You owe her one for that orgasm!” Bob adds, smiling brightly.
“I do not!” Jennifer replies crossly. “I earned my orgasm through hard work. If I have to get the whore off, so do all of you!”
“I’m up for that,” David says, playing with his penis suggestively.
“Hell yes!” Bob exclaims “A round for the hooker!”
“But who ought to start?” John asks. His cock, too, is very hard.
“Jenny first, then David. They’re the ones with the least time left to spare,” Jim says sensibly.
“Fine,” says Jennifer, a little cross. “I’ll go first just so long as it isn’t just me this time. Remember when you had me deep-throat a banana so I’d be more sympathetic when intubating a patient, and then you all just snickered and went off into the men’s changing room to masturbate?”
“We just want to make sure everyone has their fair turn, that’s all,” Jim says with a shrug.
“Ok, as long as it’s fair,” Jennifer replies, bending down to lick my pussy as Jim and John pull my legs apart to accommodate her.
“No!” I whine. “I don’t want to! This isn’t what you’re paying me for!” But it is too late. I feel something warm and wet snake between my legs and gasp. Bob snickers. I hear the odd sound of hands rubbing hard against tender flesh. And the feel more hot semen in my hair. I moan and writhe as Jennifer’s tongue impales me. Unfortunately, my body chooses just that moment to have yet another contraction. Darn it, I’m really going to have my baby right here.
“Um. There’s something you guys ought to know,” Jennifer says weakly her face covered with my juices and Bob’s semen. “This woman’s cervix is dilated. She’s going to deliver, and soon.”
“No, you must be imagining it,” Bob protests. “I was in that pussy no more than ten minutes ago, and I must have bumped against her cervix at least a couple hundred times. It felt completely normal to me.”
“But you’ve taken Gamuron, haven’t you? Look at you! Your penis is at least twice the size it’s supposed to be, do you really think that you are fit to assess anything with that engorged cock of yours?”
“I’m willing to assess anything with this immense tool of mine,” Bob says, slapping her butt affectionately.
“Maybe she has a point,” David says bravely. “She does look rather pregnant to me.”
“She’s an S&M prostitute specially customized for men with a pregnancy fetish. They probably gave her a humongous enema back at the agency to make her appear bloated.”
“But wouldn’t it be safer just to check, just in case?” John suggests.
“I’ll do it,” David says. “Anyone have gloves?”
“Oh, stop being so prissy, David!” Bob laughes. “You were up that whore’s butt without a condom less than 20 minutes ago, and now you want gloves to feel around in her pussy?”
“But what if she’s got AIDS? It’s standard procedure to wear gloves in body cavities. I’m not being prissy! I’m following hospital protocol,” David replies with irritation.
“Call it what you like, you are the prima donna of prissiness,” Bob laughs.
“The agency wouldn’t send us a prostitute with AIDS, would they?” John asks skeptically. “They know how picky we are.”
“I’d say, giving birth at work is pretty defective,” Jim says shaking his head.
“I’m not prissy!” David yells, but everyone ignores him.
“Is she about to deliver or not?” Jim asks.
“Maybe she wasn’t sent by the agency. Maybe she’s an addict looking for a quick fix,” John suggests. “Has anyone considered calling security?”
“I did when I first saw her,” Jim says. “But she was such a convincing prostitute I couldn’t believe that the agency didn’t send her.”
“Understandable,” Bob grunts. “She makes such a good little whore.”
“Run and get me some supplies!” David yells.
“Shit! They’re paging me. The trauma must have come in!” Jennifer says in a hurried voice. “I’ll see if I can send someone in to help!”
“That won’t be necessary,” John says off-handedly. “She’s not going to give birth.”
“Are you sure?” Jennifer asks.
“Please help me!” I whine. Jennifer stamps away without looking back.
“She’s faking it!” John exclaims, surprisingly hard again.
“I think I concur,” Jim says, eyeing me strangely. “She’s play acting, trying to get us to play doctor. Personally, I think it’s in bad taste.”
“I think it’s kind of hot,” John says, stroking himself while he talks.
“Me too,” grunts Bob.
“Ok. But I’m still going to do the examination just to make sure. SOMEONE GET ME SOME GLOVES PLEASE!!!”
“Oh for God’s sake man, just shove your hands up the woman,” Bob laughs.
“Is someone going to get me gloves or am I going to have to go to the supply cabinet and get some myself?”
“Get the stuff yourself” Jim says, pumping himself crazily. “I’m having too much fun watching.”
“Shit!” David says and rushes out of the room.
“Who votes we lock him out?” Bob asks. All three men raise their hands and Jim blocks the door with a sofa.
“Please, I need to be examined!” I yell.
“We’ll examine you in good time,” Bob says with a grin.
“I haven’t had this much fun since college,” John says.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Jim says. “We can’t stay off duty forever.”
“Shut up and turn on the TV,” Bob grunts. John grabs the remote and flicks it on. The moment the sound comes on, he explodes, spilling his load on the floor.
“Wow!” Bob exclaims, drawing his hard penis back out of his pants and playing with it. “This is some crazy shit.”
I’m almost too scared to look. Those male grunts and semi-muffled female moans sound all too familiar.
“Hey, I know the guys attached to those cocks!” John exclaims. “Those are the fellows at security. Man do they know how to party!”
“Hey!!! That’s our prostitute that they using!” Jim yells at the screen! “They stole our whore!! ”
“Damn, that’s hot though,” Bob says, manhandling his cock.
“I knew they would try to ruin my last day party after that prank I pulled on them on April Fool’s Day.”
“You mean when you bribed a group of cheerleaders to run around the hospital naked? That was funny,” Bob laughs, still pleasuring himself.
“Yeah, well turns out they were all high-schoolers. One guard was foolish enough to sleep with one. Got slapped with a rape charge, the unlucky bastard.”
“I hate those guys at security. They think that just because we’ve got medical degrees it makes us less manly. Don’t they realize how much balls it takes to make it through your residency?
“Nah. Most of them don’t even have what it takes to get through high school,” Bob grunts, without taking his eyes off the television. “Jesus. This is good stuff. I need to get a copy for my private collection.”
I force myself to look up at the television. I see a guard with a sadistic smile shoving my own stool into my mouth while two more guards rape me from behind. Seeing myself like that on television is somehow almost more disturbing than the actual experience. Watching my naked body moan and twitch while they rape me, seeing my own skin right in front of me, so soft and touchable on the screen. It makes me feel dizzy. I continue watching and the world starts spinning. I see the muscles in my neck twitch almost obscenely as I swallow, see my own swollen breasts jiggle as I continue to be ridden. And then there is nothing.
I awake to the feeling of a contraction coursing through me. I must have passed out from stress. Oh my God!!! I want to push. I try to move my arm, and realize that my arms are strapped to a bed. My legs are free, but only for a moment.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake,” an oddly happy voice says in my ear. I look up and see a strange, unkempt man looking down at me. He quickly pushes my legs up over my head and begins to tie them to the head of the bed, so that I am crumpled in half, my butt sticking out obscenely.
“Welcome to the psycho ward,” says the man. “I’m Marquis de Sade, and my colleague in the chair, reading “Vivisection for Dummies”, is Dr. Lemony Snickett.”
“Very fine day,” says Dr. Snickett.
“You’re crazy!” I gasp, pulling at the restraints that tie me to the bed.
“Exactly,” says the Marquis. “As are you. ‘Self-destructive tendency towards sadistic or masochistic behavior,’ and that is how we find ourselves here on the third floor of the psychiatric ward, behind these glass walls. I’m told the charge nurse found you covered in cum down in the medical lounge and called psych. That will teach you for being caught.”
“We were gynecological residents who went crazy from sleep deprivation.” the man in the chair offer’s friendlily. “Though in fact our imprisonment is the result of a conspiracy involving a commonplace notebook, a sugar bowl and a very large pencil.”
“Gynecologists?! Please, you’ve got to help me! I’m going to deliver this baby any moment now!”
“Our medical licenses have been suspended until we make a recovery, but we will do what we can,” says the Marquis. ” Lemony, get your head out of that book and hand me the vagina filling device.” He puts his hand out expectantly, waiting for his partner to provide him with the tool.
“What are we going to do?” I ask, a little nervously.
“Well, we’re going to insert a large dildo, about ten inches in circumference and two feet long, to see how dilated you are.”
“Is that really necessary?” I ask “It sounds like it could hurt.”
“Necessary?! No, of course not, but it should be a lot of fun.”
“Well, at least you’re honest,” I say, pushing through my latest contraction. “I’ve been raped by security guards and forced to eat my own shit to prove that it wasn’t toxic. I had to play prostitute for a group of horny pill-pushing doctors, and still I ended up here! With crazy people! There really is no justice.”
“You’ll find us crazy people are quite honest,” the Marquis laughes. “We have very little reputation to lie for.” Dr. Snickett, who has been searching through what looks like an old-fashioned black medical bag for the last several minutes, pulls out an immense dildo, the size of a large forearm, and hands it to the Marquis. “Are you ready? Here it comes, if you relax a little as the dildo enters, you will find it a lot less unpleasant.”
“How the hell am I supposed to relax when I’m bound to a bed in a psychiatric ward and there’s a baby trying to push its way out of me?!”
“Listen, if I can squeeze this dildo all the way up into your vagina, it means that you’re fully dilated and we need to call obstetrics right away, so your cooperation in the matter would be greatly appreciated.”
“But you said the dildo wasn’t necessary!”
“It isn’t. It’s a little more interesting than simply putting one of my hands up you. As you can probably tell, they don’t keep as very clean here. It’s all part of the recent budget cutbacks.”
“Gotcha,” I say, trying to adjust my position to better accommodate the enormous dildo.
“You know, we could just count the time between her contractions. Two minutes apart, and we call obstetrics,” says Dr. Snickett.
“But this won’t even take two minutes!” the Marquis laughs, slowly easing the enormous tool up me. “And it’s just so gosh darn fun this way.” He smiles. I blush, moaning softly as the dildo stretches me. I feel really full down there, but compared to everything else I’ve been through today, it feels almost good.
“Oh, looks like she’s not quite dilated yet,” the Marquis announces. “I guess we have a little time first. I think we’ll start with an enema to help with your anal injury.”
“Enema? That’s when you stick fluid up my butt? How is that supposed to help me?”
“Well, we’ll use an oily liquid that will soothe the tender membrane. A couple of gallons should do. For starters! Lemony, prep for voluminous fluid delivery!”
“Roger!” Dr. Snickett says grabbing a bucket of grease. “We’ve been saving this from our food rations. Fortunately for you, they give us very fatty dinners around here, so we still have enough. The last woman who they sent to us needed to gain weight so we ended up force feeding her through a jerry-rigged feeding tube.”
“You force-fed her fat?” I ask, slightly appalled.
“Yes. And a couple of gallons of cum we stole from the fertility clinic, and a whole bunch of Gamuron. We’ve been experimenting on its effects on the female body!” The Marquis announces happily. “It works like Spanish fly in large amounts. That anorexic cancer patient got so wet, they had to use traction gloves to take her to her treatment sessions and put her in a chastity belt to keep her from masturbating all the time.”
“But you aren’t going to use Gamuron on me, are you? I mean I’ve heard it causes hemorrhage,” I say, a little scared.
“Oh, don’t worry, that’s only in men. Women are completely immune, so you can use as high a dose on female patients as you like, assuming they don’t die of horniness,” he explains with a sinister smile.
“Have you mixed the crushed Gamuron capsules into the hamburger grease?” he asks his assistant.
“Yes, I’ve used the whole bottle,” Dr. Snickett replies.
“Well, throw in another bottle for good measure. It acts like an anesthetic in high doses.”
“It’s really a versatile, fascinating drug,” says Dr. Snickett, continuing to crush pills and dump the powder into the bucket. “Just wait until we publish our clinical studies!”
“They let you publish clinical studies from the psycho ward?!” I ask, flabbergasted.
“Of course they do. We are a major source of research grants for the hospital,” the Marquis says, calmly shoving a large rubber hose into my rectum. I moan and writhe, but the hose fits in nicely. “Now we start pumping!” The Marquis calls to Dr. Snickett.
I feel something slimy shoot up me. It feels both soothing and horrible at once. Then I begin to feel a pleasantly hot sensation in my lower body. And my head begins to feel as though it’s on fire.
“I see the Gamuron has kicked in,” The Marquis says nearly jumping for joy. “Just look at that beautiful vulva flooding with juices, I’ve never seen anyone react so strongly to the drug, so quickly. Lemony, this is going to be a medical breakthrough!”
“Oh, oh!” I exclaim as Dr. Snickett continues pumping grease up my butt. “I feel so strange! It’s too much fluid! Don’t pump anymore! I’ll explode!”
“Oh. Right. We need to adjust the dosage per rectum to compensate for the gestational bloating.”
“I think she can hold the rest of it,” Dr. Snickett says, assaying the practically empty bucket carefully. “The last woman held five gallons. This one ought to be good for at least three.”
“Ok, continue pumping then,” the Marquis orders, staring at my butt with a mixture of perverse fascination and medical detachment. “I’m going to check the vagina filling device again while we wait,” he says, thrusting the humungous dildo in and out of my most sensitive orifice as I continue to swell with grease and aphrodisiac.
“I notice that you have already had some experience with Gamuron, judging by the copious amounts of cum in your hair, on your face and in all of your orifices. I’ve found that a small amount of urea and other key ingredients can be affective in neutralizing some of the affects of cum on a woman’s sensitive skin. Would you like us to treat your cum rashes while we wait for your cervix to dilate? We still have a couple of inches left before we can convince OB to take you, we might as well treat your secondary concerns.”
“And you won’t need to stick anything more up my butt?” I ask, trying to push through the terrible haze of horniness that is making thinking nearly impossible.
“Of course not! We’ve already treated your anal injury,” the Marquis says, pulling the tube out of my butt and replacing it with a champagne cork. “We are going to push your bed upright, pee on you and then flog you with a large stick. Believe me, it will not be unpleasant and it will help your mind clear a little, I think.”
“Well as long as you promise not to stick anything else in my butt,” I say, the thought of warm pee on my skin sounding refreshing to my Gamuron-addled brain.
“You’ve heard her,” the Marquis calls to his partner, and together they push my bed to a standing position.
“Whee!” I exclaim, hanging from the bed by my ankles and hands, and obviously high off the Gamuron. “It’s just like a roller coaster!”
“On the count of three, go for it!” The Marquis says to Dr. Snickett, and together they unleash their dirty genitals. “Ok. One, two, three!” Both penises erupt, squirting hot urine onto my hair, face and body. I open my mouth slightly to taste it.
“Wow. I’ve never seen a woman behave like that on Gamuron! It’s too bad we aren’t allowed video equipment, I would like to document this for further study!”
“I’ve got the flogger!” Dr. Snickett announces, pulling a long wooden paddle out of his black medical bag. “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?”
“Let me!” The Marquis says. “I’m always up for a little S&M.”
“Fine,” Dr. Snickett says, a little disappointed, as he hands his partner the paddle. “I suppose I’ll stand by the buzzer, just in case.”
“Good idea,” the Marquis says, his eyes full of fiery passion. He quickly begins to flog me with the paddle. Not too hard, just enough to leave slight red spots on my skin that quickly disappear as he continues. I gasp. My whole body so sensitive to every little feeling. Every inch of skin has become erogenous. I moan as something, either an orgasm or a contraction, I can’t tell which, sweeps over me.
“Very good specimen indeed,” the Marquis says in a rugged voice, his penis very hard. “I think the enema has had its affect already. We can now remove the cork.” He pulls the little piece of porous wood out of my rectum, and at once, gallons of grease begin to spill out, rushing down my body and completely soiling the bed sheets as it trickles to the floor.
“Magical how quickly the body expels foreign objects,” the Marquis says, dreamily playing with his cock. “Ok. I think it’s time to check your dilation again.”
He begins frantically maneuvering the dildo in and out of me. It feels really, really good and I cry out in pleasure.
“Get ready to hit the button. It looks like it’s going all the way in,” the Marquis announces over his shoulder. I hear the buzzing crackle of the intercom and then a strained female voice on the other end.
“What is it this time, Lemony?” she asks with mock concern.
“Beatrice, the nice lady you sent us is about to have a baby. She’s fully dilated and her contractions are very frequent. We haven’t measured them exactly but I’d guess
maybe five minutes.”
“Are you sure, Lemony? You two haven’t been using that obscene tool of yours to pretend to be gynecologists again, have you? The last ten women we put in that room with you all decided to give birth.”
“Well yes, pregnant women have a way of doing that if you keep them locked up long enough,” Mr. Snickett replies off-handedly. But it’s this woman we are discussing now, and if you don’t want the Marquis and I to deliver her baby you should send someone from OB to see her now. Think of the lawsuit on your hands if this woman delivers in the psychiatric ward!”
“Ok, I’ll be there myself in ten minutes,” Beatrice replies.
“Make it sooner if you can,” Mr. Snickett adds. “She looks like she’s in a lot of pain.” I wish I didn’t hear that last bit, because the moment he says it, I realize it’s true. I am in a lot of pain. It hurts so badly I can’t stand it. I want this damn baby out of me already. Why isn’t it out already? After everything I’ve been through, you’d think I’d earned a pain-free delivery. The Marquis rubs my forehead soothingly with his filthy hand. I yell at him to take it away and he only laughs.
“Women in labor always get a bit snippy. I’m glad to see you are no exception.” He smiles broadly. A moment later, a nurse who must be Beatrice rushes into the room, restores the bed to horizontal position, and wheels me out of the room, nodding politely to the Marquis.
“When is your due date?” she asks me as she pushes me down the hall, past a line of staring patients.
“A week from Tuesday, but what does that matter? I’m going into labor now.”
“Your water is still intact and you’re delivering early. That qualifies you for a study on the effects of stopping advanced labor. As you probably know, if you have been keeping up with the news recently, a new research shows that children who are born a few days early are more susceptible to early peer pressure and thus more likely to smoke pot and end up in gangs. If you participate in this study, your child will have a better chance at growing up to be a healthy individual. The average life expectancy of gang members is 19 years,” Beatrice says as we wait for the elevator.
“Pardon my French, but that is a load of bull. You know nothing about my husband or my parenting, and you think you are qualified to tell me my son’s going to become a gang member! That’s complete and utter nonsense. A study can’t show something like that. You’re asserting improper conclusions from your data! I want the name and publisher of this article and a qualified doctor to help me read through it in an intelligent matter before I sign any sort of a consent!”
“Unfortunately there is no time. The procedure needs to be performed immediately to avoid unpleasant side effects, such as stillbirth and uncontrollable vaginal bleeding. And I understand that you are in a delicate emotional state after your trip to the psychiatric ward. That’s why I took the liberty of having your husband sign the consent form on your behalf.”
“He did not!” I exclaim, pushing against my restraints. “He has no right!”
“I’m afraid he has every right. The doctors have convinced him that it is really in the best interest of the baby that we stop labor now and keep you under observation until your projected due date. We also arranged to give you intravenous Gamuron for your entire stay, part of Dr. de Sade’s study on its effects on pregnancy. In addition, I’m afraid that your psychiatrist believes that you are a danger to your child before it is born. So, we are going to have several security guards posted in your room at all times, and have them videotape everything that goes on. That way everyone will be safe.”
“Except me!” I protest. But it is too late. As I’m pushed into the treatment room, a doctor sedates me and begins shaving my crotch to prepare for the procedure that will prolong my pregnancy. As the whole world darkens around me once more I can’t help thinking, “God, this is one horrible hospital!”
The End
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