Augustus Tulare - Painful paradise

Her itching had stopped, but the lumps were all still there. They had not increased in number, nor had they grown in size, but neither had any shrunk or disappeared.

Three days after this, she was considered in no danger, but nothing they tried would make the lumps go away. When Pal was alone, she would think about Heidi, and try to be glad that at least there were no sores on her body where they showed, and where it would be miserable to lie down or sit down on them.

Paul told her that Heidi had died the same day that Pal was put under sedation. That made her more gloomy than ever.

She was given a little more freedom, though, and it helped to be able to walk up and down the hall almost whenever she wished. But it was a little unnerving and quite saddening to pass the room where Heidi had stayed.

It took her several days to get up the nerve to ask a question which seemed to bother her a lot. She wanted to know what they had done with Heidi's body.

"We have a rather efficient incinerator here," said Paul. And that was all the answer she received.

Jonas and Paul both avoided her sexually. She knew that they might be afraid of what contact with her lumpy tissues could do to them, although Jonas kept insisting that there was nothing at all contagious about them.

She found herself lusting for them, but she refused to beg them to service her. That little pride was all she had left. But it grew more and more difficult each time one of them was near her, to keep from rubbing herself up against them like a bitch in heat.

Then a new face appeared one day. A new girl.

Jonas had started to react a little bit around her once again. Nothing definite, but she could sense his appraisal, and knew that he might break down and use his wonderful dog-pecker on her at any tune. But Paul completely ignored her excepting the times he had to bring her food or take some tests for Jonas.

Then one morning Paul took her to the exercise room and told her to wait there until his return.

When he came through the doorway, he had a pretty little brunette by the arm. He was dressed in his leather costume, and earned his whip.

"Front and center, Pal!" he commanded, and she moved to stand in front of him, head slightly bowed, silent and submissive. Paul spoke to the brunette.

"Pal is Dr. Stillwell's playmate. But I took her cherry. She was a virgin like you when I brought her here. Now, Cindy, you can just watch Pal and learn from her performance."

He held out his alms to Pal, whip weighting one lower than the other.

"Peel!" he ordered.

Pal slipped her fingers under his leather waist-band and pulled downward, peeling the briefs as far as they would go – to his ankles.

Then Paul rested a hand on her shoulder while she shucked the garment off over his boots.

"Okay, Pal baby, get it!" he barked. Pal let the briefs fall and dropped to her knees, seized Paul's limp cock in her mouth and started to work on it. In a flash, it was stiffening beautifully, and Paul was breathing heavily.

"Now, Cindy! Get over here behind me and lick my ass!" Out of the corner of her eye, Pal could see the shock on the petite brunette's face, and the flick of Paul's whip as it went back over his shoulder to lash her back. With a plaintive little cry, Cindy got down behind Paul.

Pal continued to work at the mouthful of cock, making Paul deepen his breathing considerably. She wondered if the little loops in her mouth and throat gave him any extra thrill.

She heard the lash again as it struck Cindy someplace, making her cry out once more.

"I said lick my ass, Cindy! Not my cheeks. Now get that tongue in there where it can find out where the center of things really is!"

She could tell by the gasp Paul gave and the simultaneous tensing of his swollen cock that Cindy had inserted her tongue at the right place.

"That's it, Cindy baby! Lick it good! Sink it deep!"

Just then he popped his load, and Pal was busy swallowing the hot gushes of his sticky seed. After a bit, he let himself lie backward on the carpeting.

He took a good rest, then called out without moving a muscle.

"Come give this thing a treatment, Cindy, and make it sit up!"

The brunette crawled over and licked at the limp wreck until it stiffened, then he grabbed a handful of her cunt and fingered around in it for a while.

"On your back, Pal baby!" he yelled. "I'm gonna make a landing." Pal quickly flattened herself out and opened her thighs. Paul lit in their embrace, and his cock hit her almost on target, then he shifted a little, and she guided it in for him.

It felt so good to have something meaty inside her, that she moaned happily as he plunged fiercely into her. He worked hard for a while, then called to Cindy, making her get into position so she had her virgin pussy right up to Paul's mouth. Pal could hear him slurping away at the maiden's meat, groaning as he ate.

Then he was fucking harder and deeper into Pal's pimply vagina, until he exploded spurtingly, filling her with his hot cum. She heard Cindy yelp, and guessed that the virginal cunt-lips had been bitten. By now, Pal had recognized the routine as the saline one she had shared with Betty, and wondered if the script would end the sane way.

Then he made Cindy lick him to remove Pal's juices and his own stringy cum, after which he made her go to Pal and lick and suck at Pal's hot slippery meat.

Cindy started reluctantly, but before long she was carrying Pal up into the clouds with her hungry eagerness.

Pal finished her third orgasm just as Cindy collapsed. Then Paul ordered her back to her room. As she went, she wondered what Betty was doing, now.

When Betty come into Pal's room, it was a bit of a surprise. Pal hadn't thought about the other girls getting the same ideas she had. But then, Betty had been here longer, of course, and perhaps she was allowed more freedom, like a prison trustee.

Pal welcomed her visitor, then felt rather ill at ease, as if she were a junior whore in some brothel being called on by the hooker with the most seniority.

But after a few initial pleasantries and some cagey hemming and hawing, the two saw that they could trust each others and Pal began pumping Betty, answering Betty's questions in between her own askings and Betty's answers.

"Did they get a new girl, yet?" Betty asked.

"Yes," said Pal. "A little brunette named Cindy. We just put her through the scene you and I shared one time."

"Figures," said Betty. "It's a constant cycle. A cycle of horror."

"What do you mean?" asked Pal. Then she saw the faint red dots scattered over Betty's skin. "What kind of reaction are you having to your tests?"

"Same thing," Betty replied.

"Same as what?"

"Same as every poor girl dragged into this place," said Betty.

"They can't all be the same," Pal protested. "Heidi had those awful sores all over her skin, and you only have those tiny red bumps on you. Now, I have…"

"Little pimply places in your mouth and pussy," Betty interrupted. "And at first they drove you nuts the way they itched?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Honey, Jonas Stillwell may be varying that formula before each new guinea pig gets dosed, but he can't be varying it much. The only difference in the results is the length of time each phase takes in different girls."

"Do you mean that we all… that Heidi and you and I…?"

"From what I got out of Heidi before she went a little weird in the last stages, the two girls before her went the same route, and her descriptions matched my early stages… and yours."

"Oh, my God! Then we're both as good as dead!"

"Probably, Pal. But who knows! He may goof and eliminate the deadly factor in the stuff. Maybe someone along the line will live through it all and get away to report them to the police."