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Here's a little something-something I've been working on for a while. I'm trying out a slightly different writing style that's a little bit faster than my normal ponderous style. As always, thanks to Dunhil/Fantasywriter and Cypher for their input. Enjoy!

 

 

Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa

 

By: Lord Odie

 

Disclaimer:  The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY.  If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision.  Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment.  Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do.  So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible.  If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself at: lordodietheauthor@gmail.com.  If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right.  Consider yourself disclaimed.

 

 

Inspirations

Brooke Knowles

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Hazel Benedict

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Nurse Patricia Rice

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Nurse Kaylee Boden

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Dr. Penélope Vergara

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Part 1

 

Modern day southern California…

 

Brooke Knowles entered the large and expensively adorned waiting lounge for the Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa, checked in with the front desk for her 11:00 AM appointment and joined the other two dozen or so women patiently waiting. The Spa catered solely to women and took appointments by reference only. Considering the treatment prices – which were quite high even for Beverly Hills – and the very rigid acceptance requirements, only the crème de la crème of the southern California socialites got appointments.

At 32, Brooke was a stunning brunette with deep brown eyes, surprisingly perky 34E breasts, a trim waist, and a tight ass all stacked onto a 5’8” frame. She knew she was a knockout in her jet black $6k tailored skirt suit and matching $2k 4” designer heels. Her cream-colored blouse showed just enough of her ample cleavage to not be considered un-professional – just barely – and her skirt came down to just above her knees.

Brooke ran an international charity for under-privileged children in 3rd world countries; a position that allowed her to skim millions off the top of donations from Beverly Hill’s wealthiest individuals and only spend a few hours a day at the office. The rest of her time was spent at the gym, the beach and here at the Spa.

Glancing around the room’s inhabitants, she saw several movie stars, television hosts, musicians, a dozen or so trophy wives, several CEO’s and other executives, and even the mayor’s wife – for the most part all between the ages of 25 and 45. Although, considering the millions of dollars of cosmetic surgery and thousands of hours of gyms time on display in the room, that number could easily be upwards of 55. All in all, Brooke considered herself about average on looks when compared to all the other women around her. That realization irked her to no end every time she visited the Spa as she would generally be considered a solid 10.

Brooke sat down in the closest open seat, next to a familiar looking raven-haired woman in her mid-thirties who looked to be a fellow executive judging by her professional attire. She introduced herself as Hazel Benedict and the name instantly rang a bell with Brooke. Hazel was one of Brooke’s donors and a social acquaintance at the many parties that were common place here in the upper echelons of Beverly Hills’ society. They’d spoken on and off before but never at great length. She knew Hazel was treated here at the Spa as well, but she’d never actually seen her here before. Brooke judged her to be slightly shorter and maybe just a bit thicker than herself in all the right places. Perhaps 5’6” with a full 36F bust. She wore a similar business skirt suit to Brooke’s, but dark cream colored and showing a bit less cleavage.

The pair started exchanging small talk about the local economy and how hard it was to find good executive assistants these days. As they talked, the dark-haired executive had to pause for a few seconds a couple of times a minute in obvious discomfort before continuing. Brooke politely ignored the interruptions and maintained eye contact. After a few minutes of discussion, Hazel’s bouts of breathlessness began to increase noticeably and her breathing was obviously accelerated. Despite what was obviously an expensive bra and suit jacket, her large, erect nipples were starting to show though the material – a dead giveaway to how aroused the slightly older woman actually was.

Suddenly, a soft digital chime began to beep from somewhere between Hazel’s legs. Smiling, she gathered up her purse just in time for a nurse to open a door and ask, “Hazel Benedict? Hazel?” Smiling, Brooke’s acquaintance stood up, excused herself politely, and slowly made her way over to the waiting nurse. “Good morning, Hazel,” the attractive, shockingly buxom, 30-something nurse with bright red, anime-style hair said. She wore the standard uniform for the Spa’s medical personnel: a tight, form-fitting, single piece white latex dress that showed off ample cleavage and ended at mid-thigh; a boned, shiny, red leather cup-less corset; red stocking and white stiletto high heels; and a matching cute little white hat with a little red cross. So much of her 36J cleavage was on display that Brooke could see the edges of the nurse’s large, pink areola peaking over the dress’s lapels and her semi-erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin latex. Brooke recognized the stunning redhead; she’d been treated by the woman on several previous occasions and knew her to be 33 years old from their previous small talk. Despite herself, she licked her lips as she mentally undressed the buxom nurse. Other than her awe-inspiring rack, the woman had a relatively normal, athletic body with a trim waist and a nice ass.

“I’m Patricia and I’ll be administering the next part of your pre-treatment in room 132-B. If you’ll follow me.” Hazel looked over her shoulder at Brooke and smiled sheepishly as she followed Patricia back; and with that the door closed again.

Brooke didn’t have to wait long before another nurse called her name. The busty and beautiful blonde who was waiting patiently for her was unfamiliar to Brooke; the Spa had so many nurses and staff that she couldn’t keep up with all of them. She looked to be in her early 20s though. The blonde nurse was not as blessed in the chest as Patricia was – with perhaps only 34DD breasts – but each sported a barbell piecing that was clearly visible through her latex dress. However, she more than made up for it with a rock hard, yoga instructor’s body – complete with a chiseled, pert derriere and a waist so trim and toned that it almost looked Photoshopped. Brooke instantly realized she and the blonde nurse would get along just fine.

“Good morning, Brooke. I’m Kaylee. Ready for some deep cleaning?” she asked bubbly as the door closed and they made their way back into the massive labyrinth of hallways and soundproof pre-treatment rooms. “Cleaning room 145-C is ready for you.” Brooke made a mental note to herself as they passed room 132-B on her left.

“Been waiting for it all week,” Brooke responded enthusiastically. Although, it had only been three days since her last treatment. She was happy for the small talk as it gave her a chance to warm up to Kaylee; and to admire the young nurse’s muscular, shapely backside as she followed her to the assigned room. “Are you new here?”

“I’ve worked at the Spa for a month now,” Kaylee replied happily. “I’m still in my probationary period but I’m getting pretty good at the cleansings. Dr. Vergara says she’ll show me how to administer more advanced treatments when I’m ready,” she added. Brooke nodded knowing the young nurse was in for quite the shock once she discovered the full range of services the Spa provided its clientele.

Once in the cleaning room, Brooke quickly stripped from the waist down – an easy task as she had taken off her panties before she had left work and only had to remove her skirt. Her black garter belt and stocking framed her bald pussy and perfect ass exquisitely. She sat down on the modified gynecological chair just as quickly and allowed Kaylee to strap in her legs and position them into a wide 180 degree splits. Brooke’s wet cunt and crinkly asshole immediately came into view. Unlike a normal asshole, Brooke’s nether hole resembled more of a vertical slit from prolonged, heavy use. Her girlfriend, Mindy, called it her ‘back pussy’ during their lovemaking sessions. Mindy preferred using Brooke’s back pussy to her front pussy as the rear hole could take far more abuse.

Kaylee was non-pulsed and professionally asked, “Would you like any nipple clamps, Brooke?”

“Yes please – the extra strong ones,” Brooke replied without hesitation. She assumed that even though the young nurse had only been at the Spa a month now, she was already well accustomed to how the assholes of the female patrons looked by now. Even though she was likely not aware of what all occurred here at the Spa, if she was a smart girl at all, she like would have guessed by now.

Seconds later, Kaylee was finger tightening the frightening, guillotine-style clamps down onto Brooke’s fleshy, erect nipples. She only stopped when her patient cried out in pain and began shaking – and then gave each one an extra turn for good measure. She then readjusted Brooke’s bra and smoothed out Brooke’s blouse to hide the new additions.

“Remember the rules: no touching the hardware,” Kaylee warned with a warm smile.

“They’re not going anywhere,” Brooke reassured her as she struggled to adjust to the newfound pain emanation from her now crushed nubs.

With that out of the way, Brooke was then cathetered with a decently thick tube to allow her bladder to drain uninhibited. “I see you normally start off with a 2.00” nozzle for your enemas; is that correct?” Kaylee asked after referencing Brooke’s chart.

“That sounds about right,” she answered.

Seconds later, a cool and lubricated plug with hoses exiting out the bottom was expertly inserted into her crinkled bottom hole. No sooner had the plug come to rest and inflated to make a secure seal, and warm soapy water began invading her hot bottom. Next came the vaginal and anal area shaving. Brooke kept up on the Brazilian waxing fairly regularly, but it was standard procedure here at the Spa. Truth be told, she enjoyed the cool sensation of the shaving cream and the hot feel of the sharp razor against her smooth skin.

“How long did it take for you to get used to all the loose sphincters around here?” Brooke asked conversationally.

“I was a little taken aback at first,” Kaylee said without pausing in her task, “But after the first few dozen, it became routine. I’m not sure what happens to all your anuses upstairs, but it has to be pretty intense!”

Kaylee had no idea! Brooke thought to herself. “You could say that,” was all she replied.

The shaving only took a few minutes. During that time, Brooke’s bowels had been filled and evacuated twice. Kaylee’s attention now turned to the catheter still sitting deep in Brooke’s urethra. She disconnected the full bag and connected it to another tube coming from behind the chair. Immediately, Brooke groaned as her bladder quickly filled to capacity and then began topping off every few seconds as her urine reservoir stretched to accommodate more liquid.

Brooke felt her third cleansing enema escape through the plug in her ass. When she was empty back there, the plug was removed and a larger, 2.50” wide high-colonic plug was inserted. Kaylee worked the thin, 18.00” long plug deeply into Brooke’s well-worn anal tract and only had use minimal effort to seat the wide base of the plug behind her patient’s sphincter. “That went in almost too easily, Brooke. You’ll probably need the 2.75” wide high-colonic plug before not too much longer,” Kaylee commented absentmindedly as she pumped the plugs base up to make a firm seal and started the high-colonic rise cycles causing Brooke to groan at the strain. She then made a note in Brooke’s medical chart for next time. Brooke made no comment other than to whimper as her rectum filled uncomfortably full with warm, soapy water and began to be irrigated once again.

Kaylee spent the next few minutes cleaning up after herself and tiding up the already immaculate room. Brooke laid there as her rectum was filled, irrigated and emptied repeatedly. Her last two enemas were 5.25 quarts each and made her normally toned belly look slightly pregnant. All the while, her bladder was continually expanded to painful levels with still more distilled water.

After three high-colonic cleansing cycles, Kaylee returned to the now panting Brooke. “All clean!” she announced in her bubbly, friendly voice. With that, the long, thin high-colonic enema plug was deflated and removed, and Brooke’s genital area wiped down and cleaned up. Next, 3.00” a thick expanding plug was worked into Brooke’s now slightly gaping asshole. Despite its impressive size, Kaylee only had to work on inserting it for a couple of minutes before it sat completely home – an act which elicited a painful yelp from Brooke.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kaylee asked rhetorically. “Your bottom likes the size of this one better.”

Finally, a small black control box was Velcroed around Brooke’s upper thigh. The control wires for the plug were connected to the top of the box. The tube exiting Brooke’s catheter was clamped, and the reconnected to the box’s bottom. A second later, the pressure equalized and the clamp was removed. The control box would now keep filling Brooke’s bladder with additional water to maintain the high pressure as well as inflate the plug spreading her nether hole until a predetermined diameter.

“We’re all done here, Brooke,” Kaylee said happily. “Any questions?” she added as she slowly released Brooke’s legs and helped her patient to stand.

“Nope,” replied Brooke, “The box will beep when I’m fully dilated and someone will call me back,” said knowing the drill.

“Exactly!” Kaylee said enthusiastically. “Some patient’s like to complain about the bladder pressurization, but it’s required.”

“I know. I stopped complaining about that years ago,” Brooke commented as Kaylee helped her pull her skirt back up and zipped it closed. She had been coming to the Spa regularly for almost 6 years now and knew full well what was in store for her.

“Yeah, most women can only hold 800cc to 1000cc of liquid in their bladders. I’ve seen older women com in who fill up to 1900cc before they start complaining too much; that’s insane!” Kaylee commented. “You’re filled with about 1350cc, which is about average for someone of your body type and experience level from what I can tell,” she added.

“That sounds about right,” Brooke replied. She knew it would edge closed to 1500cc before her treatment was over.

Brooke spent a few seconds smoothing her cloths out in the room’s full-length mirror. The brunette knockout that peered back at her looked cool and collected in her expensive clothes – despite the slight flushing in her cheeks. No one would have known that her nipples were painfully clamped, her urethra was cathetered, her bladder inflated to near bursting, and her sphincter slowly expanding – no one except every other woman in the waiting room she was about to be lead back to and every nurse she passed along the way. As she admired herself in the mirror, the already wide plug in her ass expanded automatically and she caught her breath. No matter how many times she came here, the random expansions of the plug always caught her off guard.

“This way, Brooke,” Kaylee said as she opened the door.

“I can find my way back, thank you,” Brooke said politely as she took a few tentative steps.

“Okay then,” the young nurse replied, “Someone will come to get you after your fully dilated in an hour or so. Have fun today!” she said and headed towards the main office for her next patient. Brooke watched the young blonde bounce down the hallway as she left – her muscular ass cheeks flexing and swaying with each step.

Smiling to herself, Brooke slowly started making her way back towards the waiting lounge. The going was slow as she acclimated to the widening plug in her ass – and her intent to loiter outside room 132-B. She always tried to get a peek into pre-treatment rooms while a something was in progress.

She didn’t have to wait long. After a few minutes of hanging out in the hallway – and dismissing a couple of helpful nurses who asked her if she needed assistance – the door opened the cute redheaded nurse Brooke recognized as Patricia exited. She smiled briefly to Brooke and allowed the door to slowly close behind her as she hurried down the hall. Inside, as expected, a now totally nude Hazel lay strapped face-up to a treatment frame mounted on a table about 3’ high. Her slender legs were held straight, parted about 2’ away from one another at the ankles and pulled backwards so that her feet were mere inches away from the sides of her shoulders. Wide, padded braces around her thighs kept her bottom pressed firmly onto the frame without interfering with her groin area. A catheter exited her urethra sealing up what was obviously a very full bladder judging by the way her lower abdomen bulged out – probably something on the order of 1500cc, Brooke thought. Thick rubber ratchet straps encircled the base of each massive F cup tit forcing them to balloon into reddening balls of tight flesh and evil looking clamps adorned each flattened nipple. Additional straps from the nipple clamps extended upwards to pullies attached to the table and pulled Hazel’s swelling mammaries into cone-like shapes away from her torso. Her arms were obviously in a binder behind her, and – judging by how severely her shoulders where wrenched backwards – her elbows were almost certainly touching. Another set of wide, padded braces came over her shoulders to hold her upper torso tight against the frame as well. A thick cushion of sorts built into the frame at her mid-back kept her mid-torso arched painfully backwards and thrust her abdomen and breasts up towards the ceiling. Hazel’s head was propped up so that she could see what was going on below between her bulging tits and over her thrust out stomach. The heavy moaning that escaped the room was one of mixed pleasure and pain.

A 40-something Hispanic woman in a white doctor’s coat Brooke recognized as Dr. Penélope Vergara sat between Hazel’s spread legs. From behind, even through her white doctor’s coat, Brooke could clearly make out the contours of a truly amazing ass she knew the Brazilian ex-fitness model was packing. Penélope had quite possibly the most spectacular butt that Brooke had ever seen! The fact that the lovely Latina was also rocking toned abs and a gravity defying pair of 34G’s was almost unfair!

Brooke tore her eye’s away from the good doctor’s large, shapely derriere to see what she was up to. Dr. Vergara was running both of her arms into Hazel’s widely dilated and gaping anus. When her left arm was buried to the elbow, her closed right fist popped out through the dilapidated sphincter. She would then flatten her hand out and reinsert it. Her right arm would then sink in to her elbow as her left arm extracted itself and her closed fist popped free. The outlines of Dr. Vergara’s arms were clearly visible underneath the skin of Hazel’s normally flat abdomen as they moved in and out of her restrained body. The tempo of the fisting was anything but what a sane person would consider gentle – brutal came to Brooke’s mind. A steady cadence of sucking wet sounds filled the room as the doctor’s closed fists popped out through Hazel’s ruined anus. Hazel’s dark red ass lips tried to close in the short time before the next fist was inserted, but failed utterly.

“I’m almost done with your manual pre-dilation, Ms. Benedict,” Dr. Vergara’s voice said professionally as the door was about half closed. “When Patricia gets back with the semi-rough, 4.25” x 20.00” dildo she’ll take over for a while before we move you up to the 5th floor and a penetration machine for a few hours; and then I’ll check back in with you to see how you’re progressing before we move you over to a powered dilator and really open you up wide. Does that sound good?”

“Sounds perfect… Doctor,” Brooke heard Hazel say in a husky, lust filled voice as the door was almost closed. Hazel must have caught Brooke standing out in the hall through the corner of her eye, and she briefly smiled at Brooke before returning her attention to what was going on between her butt cheeks.

The doctor continued, “I just want to observe you have one more anal orgasm first. Can you cum nice and hard for me, Ms. Benedict? Dr. Penélope wants to hear her dirty little patient cum really hard. Prove to Dr. Penélope how much of an anal masochist you are!”

God! Brooke loved Penélope’s bedside manner. Her pussy almost squirted just from hearing her dirty talk.

“Yes, Doctor!” cried Hazel. “Yes, Doctor! Yes... Yes!!!”

And with that, the soundproof door sealed shut. It was pretty much what Brooke had expected. As she turned to leave, Patricia came back around a corner of the hallway carrying a metal case that looked to be the right size for a 4.25” x 20.00” dildo. She smiled to Brooke as she reopened the door. Immediately, Hazel’s loud cries of orgasm filled the hallway briefly. This time, Patricia winked knowingly at Brooke and undressed her with her eyes as she pushed the door closed faster to give her patient some privacy. Not that Hazel would have much privacy for the next few hours. Undoubtedly, the busty redhead was imagining how Brooke might look strapped into a treatment frame like Hazel.

Patricia wouldn’t have long to wait. Brooke would find herself in an identical position as soon as her ass dilated completely in an hour or so.

She smiled to herself as she made her way to the waiting lounge at last. Brooke really was looking forward to the extended relaxation therapy after a long day of not doing much.

 

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Nice hearing from you. And the others you thanked are acquaintances from internet, first time i hear about them

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Part 2

Dr. Penélope Vergara started closing her fists every time she rammed them back up inside Hazel’s wide open hole as soon as the younger woman had started orgasming. The added pain had only caused the raven-haired beauty to cum even harder. Despite all the noise Hazel was making, she heard the door close behind her as Patricia returned with the prescribed dildo.

“That’s a good little anal slut!” Penélope said happily as she began slowing her pace at last. “Did you enjoy your cum, Ms. Benedict?”

“Y… Yes, Doctor,” Hazel replied weakly. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Beside her, Patricia set the case down on a side table and opened it up revealing the semi-rough, 4.25” x 20.00” dildo that would be pounding Hazel’s dilated asshole for a few hours – at least until it was replaced with a larger model. Penélope allowed her arms to slide free from Hazel’s rectum at last, stood up, and walked over to the room’s sink to wash up.

“Please continue where I left off, Patricia. I estimate she’s only open to about 3.75” right now, so she’ll need some more manual dilation before the treatment dildo can be inserted and you can take her upstairs.”

“Yes, Doctor,” the redhead replied obediently as she took Dr. Vergara’s vacated seat between Hazel’s widely spread buttocks, pumped lubrication onto her hands and arms, and began feeding them up Hazel’s hungry backside.

“Ms. Benedict is my last patient this hour so I’m headed to my office to catch up on some paperwork. Page me if you need any assistance.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Patricia replied as she went about her task.

Penélope smiled to herself as she stepped back out into the hallway. Already, Hazel’s moans of pleasure were getting loud again. She quickly closed the door as Kaylee and two patients approached her coming down the hallway. One woman Penélope recognized as Beth Holder – an in-shape, 53-year-old blonde woman with a massive 38H rack and an even more massive appetite for anal debasement. The older woman had been a regular to the Spa for over a decade and frequently checked herself in for weekend long therapy on the upper floors. Next to her walked a younger 20-something version of herself with smaller, 36F breasts who was obviously a little anxious. Penélope turned and followed them as they passed. Her office was down the hall and to the left.

“Are you excited about your first treatment, Summer?” Kaylee asked in her bubbly demeanor.

“A little,” replied the younger, busty blonde woman. “Momma has told me quite a bit about what to expect, and she’s been helping me practice; but actually being here is a little disconcerting.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Beth reassured her daughter. “The Spa will only treat you to the level that you’re ready for; isn’t that right, Kaylee?”

“Of course, ma’am!” the bubbly blonde nurse replied instantly. She really didn’t know for sure, but the older woman seemed to know what she was talking about.

Penélope smiled to herself as the trio entered a cleaning room and the door closed behind them.

That last part was certainly true. The entire first floor of this facility was built around the concept of being discreet – the rest of the facility, not so much. Patients didn’t see anything they weren’t meant to see until they were ready for it. If Summer had happened to have seen what was happening to Hazel right this second – or the horrific treatments Beth had undergone just last weekend under Penélope’s strict supervision – she would have run screaming out into the street!

The first floor was for cleansings, pre-treatments, and treatment frame fitting. The 2nd through 10th floors were for the actual treatments; the higher up the floor, the more severe the treatments. Summer would probably find herself on the 1st floor exclusively for her first 6 months or so or treatments. The 2nd floor until maybe a year. It generally took the average patient about 5 to 6 years before they reached the maximum level of treatments available here at the Spa and found themselves up on the 10th floor.

Penélope nodded to Jill, her secretary, before entering her office and closing the door behind her. She stretched and admired the expense and indulgence her personal office contained. Just the art on the walls was a small fortune in and of itself! She crossed to her massive mahogany desk, hung up her coat, and admired herself in the full-length mirror behind her desk.

For a 43-year-old woman, she had no complaints about her body. Growing up in Brazil, she put herself though medical school modeling for fitness magazines. Her large, muscular butt and equally sizable 34G breasts made her a favorite cover model for years. Today, she wore an outfit similar to her nurses, but with a purple latex dress and a jet-black corset. Like all the female employees here at the Spa, Penélope’s areola were peeking out over the tops of her dress’s lapels and her semi-hard nipples here visible under the thin latex. She ran her hands over her body and stopped to tweak her nipples into hardness.

Penélope had emigrated to the US after her residency in L.A. where she met her husband, Antonio Vergara. Both being of Brazilian heritage, they shared a love of all things butt – specifically Penélope’s butt. They’d actually only had vaginal intercourse a few dozen times while they were dating before agreeing that Penélope’s mouth and butt were all the fuck holes he’d ever really need. While Antonio was much too large and thick for her to actually deepthroat, it was a nightly occurrence for him to deposit his cum into her sucking mouth after a vigorous anal fucking.

Despite all the preparation and stretching Penélope had done, the first time they had anal intercourse she had cried painfully once he was fully inserted into her bottom. She was anything but an anal virgin – preferring it over vaginal sex – but at nearly 3” in girth and 14” in length, Antonio was by far the largest lover she’d ever had. That first time, he had been slow and gentle for a minute or two before his lust took over and he had pounded her raw for over 20 minutes before cumming in her mouth and demanded she tongue was his cock – which she did without hesitation. After that night, Antonio had insisted that she be plugged at all times to be ready for him. Even with the constant plugging, it had taken Penélope weeks to reach a level of permanent dilation to take Antonio without considerable pain; not that that slowed the pace of their two or three times as day lovemaking sessions.

Penélope’s initial plugging to keep her ready for Antonio had morphed and grown over the years into something far greater and more perverse. Eventually, their mutual love of enforced anal pleasure had given them the idea for what would eventually become the Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa, and for over 16 years, it had discretely served the women of the Beverly Hills area – at least the filthy rich, incredibly depraved women of Beverly Hills.

Finally, Penélope took a seat. She powered up her monitor, logged in, and pulled up the latest batch of applicants to the Spa.

The Spa was the kind of elitist establishment that only treated a certain type of person: filthy rich, female, busty, attractive, anally inclined, and filthy rich. The first and last criteria made getting in the door a social status symbol. To off-handedly mention at a party that you had been treated at the Spa was to immediately identify you as a wealthy, cultured, highly connected woman. Even though what went on inside the Spa was unknown to any persons who did not work or undergo treatments there. In fact, every single person who knew what transpired inside had to fill out lengthy and binding non-disclosure agreements with outrageous penalties for disclosing what went on. To date, not a single violation of the non-disclosure agreements had occurred.

Because of that extreme level of exclusiveness, applicants to the Spa were so numerous that the first thing that was requested was 12 months of bank statements. If account balances didn’t show at least $1M for the entire time, you were rejected straight out. That alone made competition to get into the Spa among catty socialites vicious to say the least!

Once wealth was established, applicants completed an extensive questionnaire covering everything from medical history, sexual preferences, politics, current events, world history, etc. This was really just a ruse, because of the hundreds of questions asked, only a dozen or so actually mattered: those evaluating the applicant on their experience with anal sex.

At the same time, a private investigative firm did a thorough background check and an exhaustive online profile. The background check was obviously to keep criminal and law enforcement away. The online profile was so complete that in addition to the normal social media and commerce sites, hidden email addresses, disconnected forum accounts and a surprising amount of otherwise anonymously posted amateur porn was routinely uncovered.

Once anally inclined applicants were identified, each went an exhaustive physical and biometrics evaluation. Any woman with an STD or other serious health problems were immediately disqualified. Only in-shape applications with at least DD cup breasts could advance. The physicals included anal and vaginal speculums to check for fitness as well as catheterization for ‘fresh’ urine samples. Applicants were then asked to fill out a smaller questionnaire with equally pointless questions except for the dozen or so that asked whether they had been turned on by the anal speculum and urethra catheter. Again, only applicants who answered ‘yes’ could continue to the final round of evaluations.

Applicants who were accepted were brought in for personal interviews with one of the Spa’s doctors. This is when they signed the NDA and were briefed on the basics of what went on at the Spa. Certainly, not the higher-level treatments, but just basic treatments and what was to be expected. At this point each woman was given the opportunity to leave freely and with no hard feelings. To date, less than a handful of women had walked actually away. Once accepted into the Spa, women were given dietary and exercise requirements and enrolled in daily yoga classes and assigned a personal trainer – if they didn’t already have one that is. They would need that extra flexibility soon enough!

Penélope brought up the close-circuit feed from Hazel’s fitting onto the office’s 75” 4k television. Hazel’s legs had been pulled backwards a few more inches and were almost on the plane of her shoulders. A few more inches and they could be secured to the treatment frame and she would be ready for her treatments.

All of the endless evaluations and questionnaires led Penélope to today’s final round of selections. She smiled as head shots and body shots – both clothed and naked, front and back – of this week’s 8 final applicants came across her screen. The final round was a consensus yes/no from the Spa’s 10 doctors – 6 women and 4 men. A woman had to get 8 yes’s to be accepted. Scrolling through each one, Penélope gave each one a yes or no based on her normal question: “Would she be willing to eat the woman’s asshole out?” Brunette, 37-year-old neurosurgeon with 36F breasts: yes. Blonde, 26-year-old trophy wife with incredible 34J breasts: certainly! Sandy blonde, 41-year-old executive with 38E breasts: no. Penélope just didn't care for the woman's looks. Yes. Yes. No. No. Yes.

With her paperwork complete, Penélope switched her television over to the close-circuit feed to Beth and Summer’s cleaning room. Both were naked from the waist down, strapped to a chair in 180-degree splits, cleanly shaven and being prepared for their high-colonics. Penélope had to giggle to herself when she saw the look on Summer’s face Kaylee produced the 3.00” wide plug for her mother, Beth. Penélope brought up audio just in time for Kaylee to easily insert the large plug.

“Mamma! Didn’t that hurt?” Summer exclaimed. “That thing was massive!”

“Not really, baby,” Beth replied as she sat back to enjoy her high-colonic. “I’ve been coming here a long time and my bottom is quite used to the Spa’s treatments.” Summer didn't reply but silently contemplated what that implied for her own tight – for now – bunghole.

She certainly has been, Penélope agreed as she brought up Beth’s treatment plan for today on her computer. She whistled silently to herself as she read down through the summary. Beth was going to be very sore in the morning!

Kaylee was certainly coming along well as a new hire. Perhaps it was time to instruct the young blonde on how to affix a woman to a treatment frame. That was generally the next step in nurse training after learning how to run the cleaning rooms. By this time, Penélope was pretty sure Kaylee had basically guessed what the main treatments at the Spa entailed; even if she had no firsthand clue as to the extreme levels those treatments reached.

The prerequisites for nurses weren’t quite as extensive for those as clients, but they were close; and the Spa paid very well, making competition for placement fierce! Kaylee had met all the educational and physical requirements and had so far not been repulsed by the dilapidated state of all the female nether holes she’d cleaned out in the last month. Penélope was pretty sure she could handle some more responsibility. After all, good help was hard to come by these days.

Penélope pressed her intercom to get Jill’s attention. “Yes, Doctor,” came her voice almost instantly.

“Jill, can you have the head nurse send Patricia to my office after she’s done with Ms. Benedict? I’d like to have a word with her please.”

“No problem, Doctor. I’ll call her right now.”

“Thank you, Jill,” Penélope said happily as she brought Kaylee’s personnel file up on her screen. There were a few items she wanted to review again. “And could you come in here when you’re done please? I need you to do some dictation.”

“Of course, Doctor. I’ll be in in a minute.”

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Ten floors and the thing got more and more serious as you go up, that's an interesting idea.

Yet as the first floors is only for prep, so you can say that the building count actually nine treatment floors. Dante's Inferno also count nine treatment floors. Coincidence? I don't think so.

 

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Although, the 9th level of masochistic heaven -- aka: normal people hell -- would be the 9th floor of treatment at the Spa! So everything works out.

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Part 3

Kaylee finished up connecting Summer’s expandable plug and catheter to the control box strapped to her upper thigh. Behind her, Beth was straightening out her skirt in preparation for returning to the waiting lounge to stretch. “There we go,” she commented as she stood up and allowed Summer’s legs to come together at last. “How does that feel?”

“I really don’t like this catheter thing!” Summer complained. “I really need to take a piss!”

“You’ll get used to it, baby,” her mother replied contentedly. “It’s all part of the treatment process, and besides, you’re only filled with about 900cc. That should be easy even for a novice such as yourself. How much is inflating my bladder, Kaylee?” Beth asked the cute nurse.

“Oh, um… 1750cc, ma’am,” Kaylee replied.

“See? Quit your complaining, baby.”

Both Beth and Kaylee had to help Summer step back into her skirt as she was unused to the painful sensation of bladder inflation. Once both women were presentable, Kaylee escorted them back out into the hallway.

The trio chatted idly as they walked, but had to step to the side as the door to pre-treatment room 132-B opened and Patricia rolled out a raven-haired woman on a gurney and started making her way towards the elevators. The client looked peaceful and relaxed as she lay there face up. A warm, extra-thick, fleece blanket covered her from neck to toe and almost reached to floor. The blanket was rolled over on itself for a few feet over her breasts and abdomen. A large, fluffy pillow was under her head and propped it up at a 45-degree angle. She looked like a normal person laying on a gurney, but some of the angles just weren’t quite right. Kaylee had never been able to quite put her finger on what was wrong. She guessed she’d eventually know soon enough when she competed the next part of her training.

“Hazel Benedict!” Beth said happily to the prone woman. “Nice to see you’re getting some relaxing treatments today!”

The reclining woman looked at the speaker for a few seconds without comprehending before replying, “Oh, hello Beth. Yup, they have me for an extended double treatment today so I’ll be here for a few hours.”

“Well, I won’t keep you then,” Beth said happily. “Have fun!”

“You too,” came Hazel’s relaxed reply.

Summer had also picked up on something being not quite right, but chose to say nothing. Hazel looked almost pregnant and the angles were all off for a blanket covering a female body. However, she had really been too busy starting at the redheaded nurse’s massive rack anyway. She’d seen breasts that large before, but never spilling out the top of a latex dress the way this nurse was.

“This way,” Kaylee said as she prodded her charges into motion again.

Once back in the waiting lounge, Kaylee smiled to the mother and daughter as they found seats in the slowly emptying room. Most of the day’s clients were already processed and undergoing their treatments upstairs and the waiting room was only about half as full as it was an hour ago. In another hour, it would be empty for the day and the 1st floor’s activities would quite down until later in the afternoon and on into the evening and early morning as treatments ended and patients were released. Kaylee figured she’d have one, maybe two more cleanings to do for the day and then she’d be off and could go home and furiously masturbate.

God! All these stretched out assholes that she had to look at everyday were really starting to get to her! Having to maintain her professional composure when all she wanted to do was bury her tongue in them was infuriating! She’d always been anally inclined, but her new found sex overdrive was really getting intense. Not that her boyfriend, Kyle, minded. He was getting more anal sex than he ever had in his life. Kaylee absolutely demanded to have his dick in her butt three or four times a day. She couldn’t wait until later this evening when Kyle would get home. Then she could get her wrists and ankles tied to their headboard and he could deposit a few loads of cum deep into her horny asshole after some very rough pounding. Of course, Kyle had his own kinks. He wouldn’t untie Kaylee until she’d sucked her bottom clean with a rubber tube they kept in their nightstand just for that purpose. Until he got home however, it was up to Kaylee and her quickly growing dildo collection to sate her desires. Her collection had been growing lately in both number and size. The last two dildos she’d purchased she had to keep hidden from Kyle as they were considerably larger than his dick was. She doubted he would approve since he preferred her nether hole to be nice and tight. So far, she only been able to get the first of her two new dildos up her bottom to the base, but she’d only managed to get the head of the second in. Tonight, it was her goal to bury her largest toy up her butt until she’d cum no less than three times.

Kaylee shook herself. She was daydreaming; or perhaps day-fantasizing was a better term. As she turned to head back to the nurse’s station for her next assignment, she saw Brooke sitting there looking at her intently. Kaylee had the distinct impression that the older brunette could read her mind and had just witnessed what her plans were for this evening. Not that Kaylee minded much. She would have been perfectly happy inviting the hot brunette home with her if the Spa’s rules had allowed her to make the offer. Girls were just as good as boys as far as she was concerned.

Both smiled at one another politely before Kaylee turned and walked down the hallway. A second later, Brooke caught her breath as the plug in her asshole expanded again. It was growing quickly today. No doubt, she was still loose back there from her energetic lovemaking last night with Mindy. She’d spent almost two hours with her ankles on her lover’s shoulders as Mindy pounded one dildo into her loose asshole after another. Each one longer and thicker than the last. Mindy had only stopped once they’d exhausted their entire toy collection. The coming weekend should be interesting, Brooke thought to herself, as they were going toy shopping for some larger dildos.

It wouldn’t be long now, Brooke contemplated. She was trying to pay attention to the gossip magazine she was reading, but she just didn’t really care about that right now. She wanted to be upstairs undergoing a treatment now, not later.

Sighing, she put down the magazine and closed her eyes to concentrate on relaxing her sphincter. She was rewarded a few seconds later as the expanding plug in her ass grew larger yet again.

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Part 4

“Always nice to see a familiar face, isn’t it?” Patricia asked as she keyed in her PIN on the elevator’s access panel and they waited for the next one heading up. Hazel didn’t reply. Patricia only smiled knowingly. A few seconds later the up arrow illuminated and the panel dinged. The busty redheaded nurse pushed the gurney into the spacious elevator, pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner, and hit the button for the 5th floor. It only took a few seconds to reach their destination and the door opened again into a wide hallway. The muffled sounds of pleasure and pain could be heard reverberating off the walls. The multitude of voices meshed together into an ambient, low-level din of noise.

Pulling Hazel out of the elevator, Patricia move the gurney off to the side of the hallway into a small alcove. Stepping to the side, she rolled the blanket down onto her patient’s legs; or what only looked like her legs. The rubber-foam prosthetic legs that extended from her hips were for appearance purposes only to be discrete on the 1st floor. Hazel’s actual legs had been pulled up and over her body and had been bound to the treatment frame next to her shoulders. The padded braces over her shoulders and thighs still kept her upper and lower torso pulled backwards firmly against the frame and the padding at her middle torso arched her back up to thrust her stomach and 36F breasts out beautifully – breasts that were still tightly constricted at their bases with the ratchet straps. Next, Patricia removed the large, fluffy pillow that covered up Hazel’s feet and ankles leaving the bound raven-haired woman naked except for her restraints, catheter and nipple clamps.

Now that the gurney was free of the blanket, Hazels bound arms were finally in view. Her arms exited the bottom of the fame through a hole in the gurney. A leather arm binder was tightly laced up to her armpits and forced her elbows together. The end of the binder was attached to a winch mounted on the base of the gurney and her arms had been pulled down and backwards until they rested at nearly a 90-degree angle from the line of her body in a severe strappado that took away most of Hazel’s breath.

Finally, Patricia disconnected the bottom half of the gurney from the top half and the whole thing came apart in two pieces. She pushed the unneeded bottom half with the prosthetic legs, blanket and pillow off to the side with half a dozen others and pulled Hazel back out into the hallway. Now free of the prosthetic, the base of the sizeable 4.25” x 20.00” semi-rough dildo was clearly visible between the bound patient’s widely spread butt cheeks. Attached to the base was a powerful vibration unit set to medium. Patricia knew Hazel could feel the strong, reverberating pulses deep inside her body and wasn’t really aware of her surroundings. The dark-haired woman’s soaking wet and slightly agape cunt was dripping juices down onto the base of the wide dildo piercing her rectum.

Smiling happily, Patricia pushed Hazel down the long hallway. She took her time as both sides of the hallway were lined with large windows into the various treatment rooms and she liked watching. Reaching the third set of glass double doors on the left labeled, “510 – Penetration Therapy Room 3”, she pushed Hazel through them. Immediately, the hallway was filled with unmuffled cries of anguish and ecstasy from the dozen or so women already undergoing treatment in the large chamber.

Seconds later, the doors closed behind the pair and the hallway was once again mostly quiet except for the small amount of noise that escaped the thick glass. A few minutes later, the doors opened again as Patricia exited by herself, pushing a now empty gurney. She paused after a few feet to peer into the window as the chamber’s attending nurse made the last few adjustments on Hazel and started the penetration machine before returning to her monitoring station. Patricia couldn’t be sure, but she swore she could hear Hazel’s cries of pain over that of her fellow patrons as the violent fucking began. She knew that wouldn’t last too long before the pleasure set in.

Smiling to herself again, Patricia forced herself to tear her eyes off the suffering raven-haired beauty and turned to head back down stairs. More women were waiting for their treatments and she needed to get her next assignment. She parked her half-gurney in another alcove set aside for them off the side of the hallway and keyed the elevator down. She really needed some release herself she decided. Thankfully, she was off tomorrow and could take advantage of one of the physical perks for working at the Spa.

As she waited for the elevator to arrive, Patricia bent down and pulled the hem of her white latex dress up until it rode up on her hips and revealed a black control unit Velcroed to her upper thigh with a tube and a power cord snaking their way up and underneath her dress. She released the Velcro and moved the unit up a few inches before re-securing the control unit. She was on the nurse’s waiting list for Spa treatments after her shift and wanted to be ready if there was a free spot for an all-nighter. Spa treatments were free for off-duty nurses, but they were on a first come, first server basis; and paying patients always took priority. The Spa was a business after all. Patricia was smoothing out her dress once again just as the elevator arrived and opened.

“Heya, Heather,” Patricia said happily as she recognized her identical twin sister, roommate and fellow nurse pushing a blonde patient out of the elevator on a gurney. “If you’re headed to 510, they’re over booked and full right now,” she added as she scanned her doppelganger up and down. Damn! She looked hot!

“What? Again!” complained the mirror-like newcomer as she moved her patient off to the side and pulled off the blanket to reveal a 30-something woman bound near identically to Hazel. “I swear, we need to fire the girl who schedules rooms; she’s always fucking it up.”

“I know, right?” Patricia giggled as she stepped into the elevator.

“I hope one of the other rooms have open space.

“You’re going to be home tonight, right?” Heather inquired as she separated the gurney. “I thought I heard you mention you were going to be bored tonight. I checked myself into the Spa after my shift this afternoon; and I was hoping you could go on my date with Jeremy tonight for me,” she asked pleasantly.

“What? Shit! I’m still on the waiting list!” Patricia replied angrily as she pulled up the hem of her dress to let her roommate see the bottom of the control unit hidden under her clothes. “I was hoping to get an open spot for an all-night therapy session, and then see you some time tomorrow morning.”

“Crap,” Heather said, pulling up her own dress to reveal an identical control unit strapped to her leg before smoothing her clothing out again. She smiled back at Patricia and added, “Why didn’t you sign up first thing this morning?”

“I was still considering my options,” Patricia said as held the elevator door open.

“Well, can you go on a date with Jeremy for me please? You know he can’t tell us apart.”

“I don’t know,” Patricia said as she considered. “The last time I went on a date with him for you, we ended up having sex doggie-style with his whole hand up my asshole as he jerked his cock off while it was in my pussy. That felt so weird!”

“Yeah, that is one of his favorite things to do to me too,” Heather replied wistfully. “So, you’ll do it then?”

Patricia thought for a moment before answering, “Yeah, I’ll do it; but you owe me!” She should probably go have the control unit removed so she could tighten back up in time, she thought to herself.

“Put it on my tab, please,” Heather giggled in response.

The roommates laughed briefly as the elevator doors closed.

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That's the fun part about this story. I really haven't spent more than an hour in any one sitting on it. It's more of a running fantasy that I throw together as I go.

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Well if not as elaborated as your other stories, this one is surely really good. I may be more pleasant to write this way than by planning anything as you can surprise yourself.

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5. Penélope’s Office

“You wanted to see me, Doctor?” Patricia asked as she entered Penélope’s luxuriously appointed office.

Penélope paused the video she had been watching just as it was getting to her favorite part. Evidently, Kaylee and her boyfriend, Kyle, were avid home video posters to free porn sites. They didn’t use their real names of course, but the extensive online profiling done to all new clients and employees had tracked down the activity through a web of email addresses and [illegal] hacked browser history. On screen, the young Kaylee was laying on her back on a bed with her ankles and wrists strapped together and then to the sides of the bed. This position held the young woman in a wide splits with her ass pointing straight up into the air with the help of a cushion. Kyle had just finished depositing his second load of cum into her slightly gaping anus and was busy feeding his softening cock down her throat to clean any residual ass juices off. The young man had a decently sized dick, but next to Penélope’s husband he was tiny. Kyle had just picked up their ingenious rubber tube to feed up Kaylee’s glistening asshole for her to vacuum clean when the buxom, redheaded nurse came into her office.

“I did. Have you had much interaction with our new nurse, Kaylee?” Penélope asked, trying to turn her full attention to her employee and gesturing to one of the expensive chairs in front of her desk. She knew her nipples were rock hard with excitement and obvious through the thin latex of her purple dress.

“I’ve worked with her a bit. She seems smart and competent; and she hasn’t been scared off yet,” Patricia added with a smirk.

“Good. I think she’s ready to learn how to affix patients to the treatment frames. Can you bring her with you when your prep your next patient?”

“Of course, Doctor,” Patricia replied. “Is she cleared for upstairs yet?”

Penélope thought for a moment before responding. Obviously, Kaylee was no stranger to kinky sex acts, so a quicker introduction to the Spa’s activities would probably be okay. “That should be okay; but nothing above the 5th floor for now. We might familiarize her with the 6th or 7th floors in the next couple of weeks depending on how today goes; but above that Kaylee has a few more months of training and familiarization to go through.”

“Sounds good. I’ll have her observe me prep my next patient and then I’ll let her do the one after that and I’ll supervise.”

“Perfect!” Penélope agreed.

“Will that be all, Doctor?” the cute redhead asked as she stood to leave.

“Yes, that is all,” she replied. “Oh, and can you close my door on your way out please? Thank you.” Patricia nodded and left, closing the door behind her.

Damn! thought Penélope as she watched Patricia’s ass sway from side to side as the young nurse left. How she’s single with tits like that?!? Penélope shook her head in incomprehension before returning her attention to the monitor and starting the video again. It didn’t take long for wet slurping sounds to softly start coming out her speakers as on-screen Kaylee sucked her rectum clean of cum and lubrication. She made a mental note to bring this video to Antonio’s attention. He’d get a kick out of it.

“You may resume, Jill,” Penélope said to the empty room. Except it wasn’t empty. Underneath the desk, her secretary resumed her dictation. Penélope had a special desk chair whose seat split in two and the halves rotated backwards. The effect was similar to a gynecological chair. With her latex dressed pulled up to her hips, her secretary had full access to her holes yet was completely hidden from anyone who wasn’t behind the desk. Immediately, the lips that had been locked onto Penélope’s clit resumed sucking – hard. The fist in her drenched cunt began rotating from side to side and the arm buried up her loose backside began slowly moving in and out from wrist to elbow once again.

Onscreen, Kyle was urinating into Kaylee’s gaping asshole as the young blonde continued to suck out all the liquid sloshing around in her butt. Finishing his business, Kyle gave his girlfriend a few minutes to finish her sucking while he stroked his cock back to firmness. Soon, he was laying atop the bound woman pounding his dick into her asshole and working up to his third orgasm as Kaylee cried out and encouraged him to fuck her asshole harder.

After a couple minutes, the hot Latina commanded politely, “I’m ready to cum now, if you please,” as she watched Kaylee’s onscreen debauchery continue. In the video, Kyle was really giving it to the restrained Kaylee and pounding his nicely sized cock into the young blonde’s nether hole with long, powerful strokes. The young blonde was groaning loudly; obviously about ready to cum hard. The camera angle showed a nice close-up of Kyle’s dick as it slammed balls deep into Kaylee’s perfectly sculpted ass.

Obediently, the fist up her cunt slipped out with a soft slurping noise and joined the other fist up Penélope’s back hole causing the older woman to groan. Jill’s fists and arms then began to speed up faster and faster. On each downward stroke, her closed fist would pop out of her boss’s useless sphincter only to reverse direction and slam right back in up to her elbow.

Penélope moaned in approval. Her fingers began tweaking her painfully hard nipples through her dress as she felt her orgasm building. It felt like it was going to be a big one.

It was. The Brazilian doctor cried out loudly and shook violently as her orgasm crashed let her. It took Penélope a few minutes to fully recover from that one. “Thank you, Jill. You can re-plug me and clean up.”

“Of course, Doctor,” came her secretary’s voice from underneath her desk. Penélope felt the woman’s hands and arms exit her sore asshole at last. Seconds later, the 3.75” x 19.00” dildo Antonio had selected for her before they’d left for work that morning slipped easily past her perpetually aching sphincter and buried itself to the hilt. The dildo was thick enough that if not for her corset, it’s outline against her stomach muscles would have been obvious. Penélope felt Jill lock the dildo in place with the specially designed strap that came standard on all her garter belts. After that, she crawled out from under the desk while wiping her arms dry with a towel from the stack that was kept under there for this specific purpose.

“Will there be anything else, Doctor?” Jill asked helpfully.

“Not at this time, thank you,” Penélope replied as she brought her legs together again and pulled up some financial software up on her screen. “Oh wait! Do you have those utility bills you thought were wrong for me to look over?” The amount of power the Spa consumed monthly never ceased to awe her. Although, it shouldn’t really come as that much of a surprise considering how much industrial-level equipment resided in the upper levels.

“At my desk, Doctor. I’ll be right back,” and she swayed out the door.

Back to the grind, thought Penélope as she scanned through lines of amounts on screen.

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Well thank you for this new story. I noticed something recurrent in your stories, beside anal masochism and sprawling debauchery of course. I noticed that the social structures you describe are always pretty well organized with clear and almost uncontested hierarchy between characters. Everything that happen seem to have been anticipated or even been planed by one overseer or an other and comply to pre-established rules. I guess you are a man that love order. That would be coherent as in BDSM, D stand for Domination but also for Discipline. I don't say this to criticize, I know other porn authors that focus only on writing story about omnipotent and omniscient entities (alien, megacorp or whatever) totally taking control of the destiny of some peoples. As a reader, I want to ask: even if you don't go this far, is order/control a core interest of yours or do you think you could also write a story that accord more importance to chaos?

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To be honest, I never really thought about it. Although, I've always found the idea of a dominant masochist to be a compelling character type. These types of characters are almost always central to my stories: Laura in the original series; Penelope in the story; and a couple others that I haven't released yet. Taking this story as an example: almost every female character in the story is a switch to some degree. The nurses obviously derive great pleasure from dominating their female patients, and then turn right around and willingly submit themselves to the same treatments.

Certainly, the idea of institutionalized anal debauchery is a fun topic to write about too! I guess the order in my stories just kind of comes about organically. In real life I'm a perfectionist by nature and an engineer by trade. So a well ordered world is my ideal in fantasy as well as reality.

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I was wondering if anyone would catch that! I do have several stories that are in various stages of completion that are missing parts right in the middle. This story is no exception. I need to write one or two parts that logically come next and then I can post the next half a dozen parts that I've already written. 

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6. Binding Brooke

In the Spa’s waiting room, Brooke had spent the last 15 minutes of so overhearing the conversation between an amazingly well-endowed blonde mother in her 50s and her young daughter who looked to be about 23 or so. It was obvious from the context of the discussion that it was the daughter’s first visit to the Spa.

“But how will I know if I’ll like it, Mamma?”

“Summer – baby – we’re been over this,” an exasperated Beth said for the 10th time. “You enjoy me fisting your bottom hole every night before bed, right?” The younger woman nodded. “Well, it won’t be much more than that until you’re ready for it, okay? It’ll be nothing like the games mommy and daddy play after you go to bed.”

“Okay, Mamma,” an unconvinced Summer replied again for the 10th time. Her mother’s cries of pain and pleasure normally kept her up for an hour or more as she masturbated every night.

Brooke smirked to herself at the younger woman’s plight. Trying new things was always scary.

“Brooke Knowles? Brooke?” came a call from front of the waiting room. Her expander had been beeping embarrassingly loud for almost 30 seconds before her name had been called. She knew it was barely audible, but every woman in the room knew what it meant and her subconscious amplified the sound 100-fold.

The 34-year-old brunette gather up her purse and turned towards the caller. She smiled when she saw the familiar Patricia waiting patiently for her. Next to the buxom redhead was the young Kaylee. Bonus!

“Hello again, Brooke,” said Patricia pleasantly. “We’re glad to have you back again so soon. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to bring a trainee along for you next pre-treatment, if that’s okay.”

“No problem at all,” Brooke said happily as Patricia and Kaylee led her back to room 128-A. When the door opened, the imposing mass of an empty treatment frame on a gurney was set up and waiting for her; the treatment frame wouldn’t be empty for much longer.

Knowing the drill, Brooke quickly stripped out of her expensive clothes while Patricia put them on hangers and in bags for safe keeping. It wasn’t long before Brooke stood naked in front of the two busty nurses with only the control box Velcroed to her thigh and her anus and urethra plugged.

“You probably haven’t seen one of these yet,” Patricia said in an educational tone to Kaylee, and motioning down towards the gurney, “This is one of our standard treatment frames. All women are secured into one for treatment on the upper floors. Today, you’ll observe me securing Brooke to this one, and then you’ll show me what you’ve learned with our next patient. Sound good?”

“Yes. I’m ready,” Kaylee replied excitedly.

“Good. Now, Brooke, arms behind your back please,” Patricia half-commanded. Doing as she was told, Brooke put her arms behind her and allowed the redheaded nurse to sheath them in a black leather armbinder that went almost all the way up to her shoulders. Tightening the straps firmly, Brooke’s elbows easily touched and her shoulders were wrenched backwards almost painfully. On the bright side, this pulled her full 34E tits higher up on her chest and displayed them proudly.

“Up on the frame please and let’s get you secured for treatment,” Patricia said as she patted the empty frame. Brooke did as she was told as best she could. The redhead helped her lay backwards and guided her bound arms through the hole in the back of the frame and her shoulders into two padded braces. Reaching underneath the frame, she attached Brooke’s arm binder to a small winch built into the base of the gurney and turned it on. A gasp of pain escaped Brook’s lips as her arms were pulled down and backwards to almost a 90-degree angle from her body. The busty nurse then tightened the shoulder braces to keep Brooke in place. This had the added benefit of drawing her shoulders closer together.

“Having the patient’s arms pulled into a severe strappado greatly increases the feeling of helplessness and submission,” Patricia explained to Kaylee as she adjusted the cushion behind Brook’s neck so that her head was held up at a comfortable 45-degree angle.

“It really does!” confirmed Brooke as she adjusted to the discomfort in her shoulders and practiced her breathing.

Next, Kaylee helped Patricia lift Brooke’s legs over her body until the brunette was almost folded double and looped leather cuffs around her ankles, attached cables connected to another winch, and let the frame pull them backwards until they were nearly as shoulder level and spread about 2’ apart. “Over the next few minutes, the frame will automatically pull Brooke’s legs back until they are below her shoulders,” Patricia said as she moved down towards Brooke’s defenseless nether region. “Once there, the cuffs will lock in place.”

“I can understand why several sessions of extreme yoga a week are prescribed to patients and recommend to nurses,” commented Kaylee as Brooke’s level of flexibility became apparent. “Most women couldn’t do that!”

“Exactly!” replied Patricia as she brought a pair of padded braces over the sides of Brooke’s thighs and tightened them down until the brunette’s lower back was pushed firmly into the frame. This caused Brooke to groan in pain as significantly more strain was put on her legs. “These will keep Brooke’s bottom firmly in place for treatment. The braces over her shoulder will do the same for her top. With all the braces firmly tightened down, when the frame is locked in place, Brooke will not be able to move an inch in any direction.”

Kaylee nodded in understanding. “Doesn’t this hurt?” she asked Brooke.

“At little, but I’ll soon have a lot more pain to worry about and it won’t bother me,” the busty patient replied honestly.

“You sure will!” confirmed the redheaded nurse as she patted the base of the plug still stretching Brooke’s poor asshole wide open.

Moving to the side, Patricia pressed a button on the frame’s control panel and a soft humming was heard. Moments later, Brooke’s midsection began to rise noticeably as a lumbar pad pressed into her middle back rose until she looked several months pregnant causing the bound brunette to groan pitifully. “I honestly don’t know the purpose of the lumbar support,” admitted Patricia. “Other than it’s uncomfortable in the extreme and angles the rectum so that any penetrator is easily visible on the patient’s abdomen as it works its way inside.”

Kaylee only nodded again.

“Can you hand me those bands on the table beside you, Kaylee?” asked the more experienced nurse. The blonde handed the bands over to the busty redhead who then placed one over each of Brooke’s mouthwatering 34E’s. Reaching above her head, Patricia grabbed a thin cable attached to a pulley and pulled it down while motioning Kaylee to do the same. Together, they attached each to Brooke’s painfully clamped nipples and then the spring-loaded cables retract and pulled the bound brunette’s tits into thick cones of tit-flesh. Each then positioned the bands around the bases of Brooke’s breasts and used a small tool to ratchet them down tightly causing their patient to groan at the new pressure. As the bases of Brooke’s large tits were compressed, her breasts began to take the shape of elongated, bulbous orbs.

“And that’s basically it,” Patricia said happily as she pressed the button on the wall to page Dr. Vergara. “Any questions?”

“I think I understand the gist of everything,” Kaylee replied. “Now I’m really curious to see what happens upstairs!”

“All in good time,” Patricia said with a chuckle as she sat down on a stool in front of the helpless brunette and began working the expanding plug out of her ass. It took a few minutes while Brooke groaned pathetically until the now 3.65” wide plug slid free at last. No sooner had the plug slid free and the door opened admitting Penélope into the room.

“Good morning, Ms. Knowles! Patricia. Kaylee,” the attractive, older Latina said politely. “I hope we’re all doing well this morning!”

“I’ll be better in half an hour when I’m upstairs,” joked Brooke.

“All in good time, Ms. Knowles,” Penélope said with a smile as she sat between her patient’s widely spread legs. “Let’s see what we have here. Yes. You’ve dilated quite nicely the past few month,” she commented professionally as she manipulated Brooke’s sphincter with her fingers. “Does your anus close up easily anymore?”

“Not really anymore, Doctor,” Brooke replied.

“That normally starts happening to women at your level of treatment. You might have to start wearing a permanent plug to keep yourself from having any embarrassing accidents.”

“I figured that would happen sooner or later,” replied the brunette.

“Well then,” Penélope said as she reached under the gurney, pumped a copious amount of lubrication into her hand, and started rubbing it into her hands and arms up to the elbow. “Let’s see how orgasmic you are today. I want to observe a few orgasms first hand before I send you upstairs. Sound good?” she asked as first one hand and then the other slipped into Brooke’s dilated back hole.

“Perfect, Doctor!”

*             *             *

An hour later, a smiling Patricia and a rather stunned looking Kaylee stepped out of the elevator and back onto the first floor of the Spa. They’d left a very satisfied looking Brooke up on the 4th floor for Double Manual Rectal Agitation Therapy – more commonly known as Deep Double Fisting. The older Samoan nurse they’d left Brooke with had the physique of an amateur body builder – and that was in addition to the larger than normal frame Samoans were famous for. After securing the patient face up but at a 45-degree angle so that her head was lower than her butt, and removing the 3.75” wide retaining dildo, the Samoan nurse had donned a pair of rubber gloves that came up to her arm pits. The gloves were covered with a rough, spiky texture that Kaylee assumed would snag and tear and at a woman's delicate rectal tissues.

Her assumption was confirmed as she listened to Brooke howl out in pain as the Samoan nurse worked an arm into her gaping rear hole half way up her bicep and started to brutally pound the length of her arm in and out of the defenseless patient. Kaylee was mesmerized by the scene. Patricia had to practically drag the young blonde out of the room as the Samoan nurse began working her second arm into Brooke's lose hole. The bound brunette had her first earth-shattering orgasm just as the pair left the room.

“Still with us,” Patricia asked softly to her young trainee as they walked.

The blonde nurse swallowed hard before answering, “Yes. I never knew anyone could cum so hard from just anal stimulation!”

The redhead giggled out loud. An action which caused her 36J tits to bounce delightfully. “Oh, honey! What do you think the Spa is all about? Broke should really enjoy the next hour and a half of her treatment.”

Kaylee stopped in her tracks. “An hour and a half? She will be getting fisted like that for an hour and a half?!”

“Yup. And then she'll move onto another treatment,” Patricia confirmed as they approached the nursing station to get their next assignment.

Kaylee was speechless.

“Oh, good. You'll really enjoy your first assignment,” said the busty redhead. Kaylee was too lost in her thoughts to respond.

Patricia led the younger blonde to their assigned pretreatment room and opened the door. Kaylee walked into the room and then stopped in her tracks.  Her eyes sized up the naked woman patiently waiting for them. Cute redhead. Massive tits. Little white nurses hat. It was Patricia! Before she could say anything, the real Patria beside her called out, “How’s it going, Heather?”

The other redhead replied, “Oh, hi, Patricia!”

“Kaylee,” Patricia said, “Meet my identical twin sister, Heather.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Kaylee said, still trying to make out what she was seeing.

“We’re both nurses here,” Heather clarified as her pointed to the only piece of clothing she wore.

“Alright, Kaylee,” Patricia said. “Let's see what you've learned today.”

Kaylee gulped and then dove right in. “Can you please put your arms behind your back, ma’am?” she asked as she reached for the waiting am binder.

Half an hour later, a smiling Kaylee pushed a gurney containing Patricia’s doppelganger towards the elevators and the 5th floor. She was a quick learner.

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For the samoan nurse I suggest this inspiration :P :

http://www.samoaobserver.ws/images/cache/600x400/crop/images|cms-image-000016190.jpg

She has not exactly the physic of a body-builder and is not exactly Samoan but look these arms. Nothing can stop the advance of those fist.

I don't need to strain my imagination to visualize your Samoan nurse in this pose one second before plunging with all her might  her arm in Brooke's guts.

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