Augustus Tulare - Painful paradise

Just as she thought she might have started on the way toward her salvation, just by concentrating on the personality factors and indulging herself in a little parlor psychiatry, the vision of Heidi's ruined body popped onto the projection screen in her mind.

It was more than a small aberration which could lead men to destroy a lovely female body like that!

As she kept Heidi's pitiful condition on her mind, she grew more and more frightened. And by the time she had sought for every possible excuse for such action, and failed, she had completely changed her mind about both Paul and Jonas.

If either of them were sane enough to be salvaged by her pitiful efforts as an amateur psychiatrist, they could not have allowed that poor German girl to be so hopelessly destroyed.

There was only one answer – and it shattered her hopes for any success at winning these men through psychological means: she was at the mercy of a pair of madmen!

Much later, Pal had occasion to look back and wonder if that painfully sharp vision of Heidi's sore-encrusted body had been some kind of clairvoyance.

For, when she was next selected as a sexual animal, she was taken to Heidi's room by Dr. Jonas Stillwell. The pitiful sight of that messy skin which had once been so divinely lovely was a morale-shattering thing.

"Ach-h-h! Heidi is so glad you komm! My pussycat is so much hungry, Doktor Jonas! You fuck me now, quick, no!"

"You'll have your little pussycat happy before long, Heidi," promised Stillwell.

Just then, Paul entered behind them. He moved to a position on the opposite side of Heidi's bed, and Pal saw that his steely gray eyes were blight with what seemed to be anticipation.

"So Pal baby is lunching at Heidi's today, huh?" he asked.

"Yes," Jonas replied. "I don't feel up to servicing our Fraulein, and you've declined the honor, so it seemed like a good idea to let Pal take care of it for us. She's had a good rest, and we can't let her think she doesn't require a little discipline now and then."

"You're quite right, Jonas," replied Paul.

"And we can't let Heidi go too long in her hyperthymic condition," added Stillwell.

"True," replied Paul. "Too true."

Pal wasn't sure what was coming, but she knew she wasn't going to enjoy it. These two madmen undoubtedly had horribly evil plans for her.

Heidi lay there, strap secured across her upper alms, eyes very bright and wide open. Her tongue stole out to wet her lips almost every other second. An occasional little stream of saliva tickled from the comer of her mouth.

The German girl's legs were tightly squeezed together at one moment, and slacked apart slightly at the next, as she made obvious attempts to relieve her sexual excitement by forcing the lips of her vulva together in an intermittent friction.

"Oooh-h-h! Gott! I can't make it by myself!" Heidi moaned. "Please! Help me!" The girl's hips were rolling and rotating as she tried to get sufficient agitation to ease the hunger of her starved genitals.

It was the first serious case of nymphomania Pal had ever seen, and it shook her more because she knew it had resulted from the inhuman use of the girl as a test animal for their stupid compound!

"Yes, Pal baby, help her out like a good neighbor," said Paul.

"Me?" Pal swallowed hard. "How can I help her? She needs a man – in the worst way!"

"Perhaps so," volunteered Jonas. "But as a substitute, she would be glad to have a woman – in the best way!"

Pal's breath hissed in through her teeth as she gasped, only making a daring guess as to what they intended for her.

"What in God's name do you mean?" she whispered.

"I mean," said Jonas, with a ragged grin, "that in God's name you must be kind to this poor girl. Don't you feel pity for her condition?"

"Of course!" Pal said. "But the greatest pity has limits! I don't like to see her suffer, but…"

"But you would – rather than help her out?" interrupted Paul. "Is that the attitude they taught you in nurse's training?"

Pal steeled herself, then moved forward against the bed and slipped the fingers of one hand into the furry blonde loins. It created an mediate reaction. Heidi spread her legs wide apart and gurgled happily.

"Oh-h! Yes-s-s thank you, darling! Yes-s! Do it much!" Heidi's gratitude already made Pal feel repaid for caressing the wetly pulsing warmth of the hairy slit.

"I said in the best way, Pal," Jonas reminded her. "Certainly you're sophisticated enough to know how one woman can best satisfy another, my dear!"

"But, Doctor!" Pal protested in a horrified whisper. "She's terribly infected."

"Only the drier areas of her skin," he explained. "The reaction did not affect her mucous membranes at all. Put out your tongue and open your mouth wide, Heidi," he commanded.

The girl obeyed, and Pal saw that – excepting an understandable light coating of the tongue – the girl's mouth was quite healthy. And by this time, as Pal continued her attempt to help the girl, a deep fingering revealed that the vagina was quite free of any abnormality.

"Don't waste our time!" warned Paul. "We're busy men!"

Oh, dear God! thought Pal, as she fought against the revulsion that welled up in her. Help me get through this, somehow!

Then she recalled that she had already brought Betty to a climax in that manner, when Betty's vagina had been loaded with Paul's semen. She could hardly do less for this tortured girl who was a victim in a country foreign to her.

Pal's body was like a rigid automaton as she bent her joints to get onto the bed and kneel between Heidi's feet. She kept her eyes on her goal, refusing to focus even for a split-second on the blotchy skin of Heidi's belly and thighs.

As her mouth neared the very highly mounded pubis and its plentiful crop of golden hair, she could smell the warm woman-scent of the girl's excited juices. Mixed with it was a faint odor of urine.

Pal didn't dare hesitate, lest she be unable to resume her movement toward the poor girl's vulva if she stopped at all. Her tongue licked out and targeted the parted slit, then slid along the thick edges of the outer lips, caressing the inner lining of the hot, wet fleshy petals.

"Oooh-h-h! Gott! Ooh-h! Gott!" Heidi moaned, over and over, as Pal's sympathetic tongue massaged the swollen tissues.

Heidi's thighs were threshing about from side to side, and her heels were thumping on the bed heavily, beating out the rhythm of her surging passion.

"Deep, darling! Please! More deep, like by the fingers!" panted the hoarse voice, and Pal plunged her tongue deeply into the cleft of the blood engorged vulva, dipping at the surface of the juice-covered flesh and dragging her tongue-tip upward until she touched the moaning girl's clitoris.

Pal didn't know how she could have failed to notice it before, but the late discovery now startled her when she contacted the abnormally lengthy erection at the folded juncture of Heidi's cuntlips.

It was like a miniature cock, the way it protruded from its little hiding place, sticking out almost 3/4ths of an inch from its base!

This momentary shock did not slow Pal for very long. She had an uncontrollable desire to suck at this surprising little organ she had found. And Heidi was happy with the results.

"Yes-s-s-s! You find my little schwantz! Oh-h, yes-s-s! You suck on it so nice!"

Pal's lips slipped over the unbelievable little erection and milked at it tenderly. Her tongue ran around it with excited haste, as she tried to visualize its structure.

It was misleading at first – she thought it was actually an underdeveloped penis, and that Heidi was some kind of hermaphrodite. But the hard little cocklet was too firmly cloaked in its foreskin and too organically constructed as a clitoris for any mistake, once Pal's tongue had traveled over it a few times to learn its true outlines.