Augustus Tulare - Painful paradise

"Just be quiet, Heidi!" Jonas ordered. "This time it will be different, but you have to be patient. Now don't move until I get where I want to go. You'll know it when I do!"

Oh, God yes! Pal thought to herself. You'll know it, Heidi! You lucky girl! When that thing crawls into the puckered doorway of your very innermost soul, you'll know it! Oh-h-h! I can't stand here seeing it without almost feeling it go in my own pouting womb-lips!

She dug her fingers into her slippery, dripping crotch, and her breath panted rapidly as her passion mounted.

Then she saw Jonas cease his ass-waving motions, then push hard against Heidi's buttocks.

"Ach-ch-h-h-h! Mein Gott! Vat machen sie?" cried Heidi, with a warbling trill in her voice. "Doktor Jonas! You not suppose to fuck in zere! How you get in me like zis?"

Oh, Heidi! thought Pal. Don't knock it until you've really tried it.

"Argh-gh-h-h-h!" gurgled Heidi, as the tricky rubbery cone got past her fleshy iris. "I sink I am wrong! I sink you suppose to fuck in zere, and I don't care how you get zere. Just don't leave!"

Pal's crotch was slopping with her flow, and her hands continued to work around in the heated flesh as she watched and listened, panting with passion and dying to have the treatment that Heidi was getting.

Jones was humping into Heidi with a hard, steady rhythm, and she grunted as each thrust made the stubborn little pointed tip of his cock jerk fullsomely through the thick fleshy mouth of her uterus.

"Ungh…! Ungh…! Ungh…! Ungh…! Oh, Gott…! Ungh…!"

Heidi grew more and more wild as the snake-like prick fucked into her. A tremendous spasm shook her so hard that she started to fall over, tipping the off-balance Jonas with her.

To Pal, it looked like impending catastrophe. She feared that the upset might end with Jonas facing the doorway and seeing her there.

In panic, she raced back to her room, her hands still dipping in her crotch as she went through the door and closed it behind her.

Too late, she remembered she had not retriggered the safety switch. The current hit her while she was on the move, hunched over to keep her hand busy in her flowing slit. She fell and rolled over, pinning her dripping hand between its nest and the current-laden floor studs.

The charge went through her in giant pulses, shaking her whole body mercilessly. It seemed like years before she was able to make her assaulted muscles obey her against the fluctuating current, but she finally managed to crawl to the bed and pull herself up onto it.

Then she lost consciousness.

She couldn't have been out for longer than a few minutes, she thought, but the shock seemed to have done something to her. It was as if she had been temporarily insane and the shock treatment had brought her out of it.

Whatever the reason, she immediately felt the guilt of her bursting conscience for the way she had let her libido control her actions over the past days. It seemed unbelievable that it could have been she who did those things.

She swore she would never let such emotions get a grip on her again. She would let them kill her before she slipped back into such degradation.

While she was building up her determination, strengthening her defenses against the treacherous lusts inside her, she heard a mocking voice somewhere in her mind. It almost made her give up.

Do you really want to fight against it? Can you honestly say you have ever had such delicious sensations before? Come on, now, let's not kid yourself, Palmyra. Compared to the drab, virginal existence you endured before you came here, you're living in a paradise.

She rolled her head back and forth on her pillow, fighting to separate the two people inside her. When it seemed entirely hopeless to resolve, she again lost consciousness…

The tropical fruit juice served with her breakfast had been less than tasty, and Pal wondered if her captors got it at a bargain price. She was inclined to think that some of the fruit used in it had been slightly spoiled.

She wasn't feeling too great when Paul entered her room less than an hour later. He had a rather grimly apologetic expression on his face.

"Hate to have to tell you this, Pal, but you're the latest guinea pig for our test lab."

She looked at him for several seconds, trying to understand what was happening. As the import of his words sank in, she began to see Heidi's ravaged body in her imagination.

"Betty's already a test case, and Heidi hasn't recovered enough to start a new series. We have to have someone in reasonably good health, or the results would not be at all conclusive. If this new stuff can be tolerated by your system, it can be farmed out for large scale tests on groups of people by legitimate test labs."

"What… what kind of… stuff is it?" Pal could just find her voice to ask the question. "I mean, what's it supposed to do?"

"It's a new approach to an antibiotic that Jonas has been trying to perfect for years. It seems to have no adverse effects on the small animals in the lab, so now we give it the people test."

"When do I start?" she asked, shakily.

"You have," he told her. "It was in your fruit juice this morning. So one of us will be looking in on you from time to time until we're sure you have no problems."

"If you experience any unusual feelings, ring for us. Okay? Pal? Do you understand what I'm telling you?" She had just let her face go blank as she tried to not think of what could happen.

"Yes I understand." She flaked out on the bed and closed her eyes, resigning herself to whatever came along. It was too late to worry about it, whatever she might think.

"Feeling all right?" asked Paul.

"Yes. Just let me rest. Leave me alone, please."

"Okay. Jonas will be in shortly to make a few checks." He went out the door, leaving it open. She closed her eyes tighter, as if it might shut out the reality of her frightening situation.

When came in, he checked her temperature, blood pressure, reflexes, and half a hundred other things – or so it seemed. He seemed quite pleased when he left, humming as he made entries on the clipboard he carried.

From then on, it was a constant boring routine of checkups at all hours of the day and night. Pal was ready to throw herself on the floor and hope the electric current might finish her off while she was in this uncaring mood. But that required effort and will – two things that she didn't seem to have a lot of.

Then she started feeling better, even cheerful, until Jonas had decided that the tests were safely negative, and he was all smiles, too.

Then the little lumps started to pop up in her mouth. Two hours after Jonas examined the first of them, she had them beginning to crop up around her vulva, then in her vaginal passage.

Immediately, Jonas took tissue samples to study. While she waited to learn what he found out about them, they started to itch. By the time he returned from the lab, she was about to go out of her mind from the constant itching sensations.

"For the love of God! Put something on them to stop the itch, won't you?" she begged.

"Soon," he promised. "We have to let it run its course for a while to see what direction it takes without any treatment. That way we learn more about it."

"Learn, hell!" Pal cried out. "If you don't anesthetize me or the places where it itches, I'll tear myself apart with my nails, scratching at it!"

He solved that problem by calling Paul in so the two of them could get her strapped in bed like Heidi had been strapped. It was only after hours of tormenting itches that they gave her a sedative. It put her under right away.

The next thing she knew, she was coming out of it after several days of what they told her had been a delirious half-consciousness caused by the sedative.