Augustus Tulare: Painful paradise

"Oh, Betty! They must both be mad as can be!"

"Honey, I was sure of that a long time ago. But Jonas seems to have mellowed a little lately. He hasn't beaten me for days. Do you suppose he lost that leather cunt-ripper he uses on us?"

"He's never used that on me," Pal told her. "Just that womb-fucking doggy-pecker. And I can hardly wait until he uses it on me again! Doesn't it drive you wild?"

Betty's puzzlement about that was soon cleared up by Pal, and they compared notes until they both had the entire picture, fuzzy as it might be, about the mellowing of Jonas Stillwell.

"He's bound to get it in you pretty soon, Betty," Pal told her. "And while it's in there, you won't care about anything else – past, present or future."

"Then I hope he screws the crazy thing into me soon and often," Betty replied. "I don't like to think too much about what's ahead of me. These little measle-marks I have are just like Heidi's were when I came here."

"Oh, Betty! I hope we can see each other more before… before…"

"Yeah! Me, too, Pal. But we'll have to be careful. It's hard to get out of the room at the right time to see the others. That damned floor!"

Pal quickly told Betty about the rubber sheet thing, and the safety switch in the frame of the door. Betty was grateful, but angry at herself for not having caught onto the some things.

"I'd better get back before I get caught, Pal," she said.

They kissed like sisters or old friends parting for the summer. At the door, Betty looked back and grinned wryly at Pal.

"I don't have a lot of faith in my luck, honey. But I sure hope you make it. Preach the word, kid! I'm gonna go plan a campaign to get my share of that pointy little womb-raider!"

Then the doorway was empty…

Pal had begun to feel a tiny bit hopeful of the future. The pimply bumps had almost all disappeared from her vagina, and the ones on her vulva were entirely gone.

She was a little sad, though. Ever after so many days, she missed Betty. Those final weeks had been short, but wildly gratifying. And she was glad that Jonas had thrilled Betty with his fantastic tool right up to the end.

She wondered if Jonas after he found out her symptoms were all gone would make her start on another series of tests. Or if she had a few years left to bitch it up here in this made house.

She still had occasional faint thoughts about the virginal Pal who had been brought here, and the hopes she had once had before the cumulative effects of her humiliating degradation. But as the days passed, she became more uncaring, living only for those improbably voluptuous moments with Jonas.

She went into the little toilet and turned on the light there, then paused in the doorway to examine the tiny reddish specks that seemed to be erupting all over her arms.

She sat down on the throne for a moment as her knees got weak. Then she took a deep breath.

"Well, it tools like it's time to pay a visit to Cindy!"