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SHOCKING NEWS
By EDMUNDO SLOTH
PART ONE:GOT YOU!
Sara was
rich due not to her own efforts but those of her parents. She was also very
attractive
but universally disliked as she used people and had won success as a reporter
by her hard
approach of “publish and be damned”.
She worked
for a company based in
Her colleagues speculated daily about the reasons for this anomaly when
in truth they needed only to stop and consider her lack of ethics and lack of
underwear on most occasions. Her editor, an unattractive man in his 40’s, had
been manipulated without mercy and had found himself at a crossroads in his
life. One way had led to certain disgrace and possible jail while the other had
led Sara to her office.
Sara gave no regard to the office gossip and enjoyed the envious glances
given to her palatial surroundings by the others that were obliged to work along
side her, working with her proving too stressful for most.
Indeed, her co-workers spent many idle coffee breaks discussing her
behaviour and plotting ways in which they could bring her down. This
speculation, carried out in open gleeful half-hours had led the rest of the
department to bond with the unusual benefit of less than normal bickering and
greater than normal production, facts that constantly baffled the company Time
and Motion specialist right up to the point where his time had been cut short
and his motion directed out through the door.
On one particular day Sara was lounging in her chair when she noticed a
newly-posted e-mail on the office network. She was not one to look at such
mundane things as a rule but the title “Corruption in the sun” caught her eye.
She considered herself well due a holiday somewhere warm so logged on to the
system.
Sara’s interest was immediately caught by the attached pictures of lush
greenery and clear blue sea. She totally missed the point of the article that
compared the beauty of the country with the terrible ugliness of the ruling
political dictator and his methods. Had she paused for a moment to read the
text she would have given the whole project second thought. Sara however had
difficulty giving most things her first thoughts so typed her name
absentmindedly in the “Agree and apply” box at the end of the assignment
report. With her mind set firmly on sun sand and anything else of equal
pleasure she clicked “send” and stretched back in her chair.
News of her rapid assignation to the story spread rapidly around the
office. Sara was pleased at the waves this had created and was incapable of
questioning the underlying reason for the interest. She assumed that it was
jealousy that caused the chatter and failed to listen to the tone of the
voices. Had she have done so, she would have been a little alarmed to hear that
that her peers were actually concerned for her as they had read the article and
grasped it’s implications. This concern quickly evaporated when Sara flounced
through the canteen loudly commenting on the pale skin of several of the girls
and assuring them that she would soon be back with a good all-over suntan.
That afternoon the tea break lasted longer than normal as one of the
office juniors read aloud a magazine article about the horrors of swimming in
leech- and parasite-infected waters. Low chuckles were heard as the connections
were made with Sara. Another girl suddenly laughed and pointed to an odd advert
in her own magazine. Her reaction was met with confusion until she explained
her idea. The entire group broke down in loud laughter once they grasped the
plot.
“Go on and tell her! It’s your idea!” Said one of the older women.
“Ok, I will!”
The junior tucked the magazines under her arm and walked to Sara’s
office. She knocked on the door and was admitted by a very surprised Sara.
“I,er,I read these...and thought of you!”
Sara looked at the first offering, the warning about swimming in the
wrong waters. She frowned as she read then looked up at the youngster standing
in front of her.
“Oh-that’s really great! Spoil my holiday why don’t you?”
“But look at this...”
Sara snatched the glossy magazine and looked astounded at the advert on
the page.
“What the hell is this?” Sara demanded.
“Do you think I’m a pervert or something? That is disgusting! I have
never...” She tailed off.
“Oh! I get it! Hey, thanks a lot, kid. You can go”.
Had Sara seen the smirk on the girl’s face she may have amended her
opinion. Sara was too busy surveying the full-page advert of rubber and latex
wear to notice. The suggestion of a problem that could ruin her holiday had
been supplanted by a solution.
Sara was far too self-centred to realise that the departed girl was
having a good laugh at her expense and it was simply not in Sara’s nature to
imagine herself as the butt of a joke. She had been led to consider a
ridiculous idea and being a person who would act without pause Sara gathered
her coat and handbag and called down for a taxi.
The ride to the Fetishwear shop was brief. Sara had never ventured to
that particular part of town and was intrigued by the old warehouse buildings
that had been modernised and filled with companies selling many different
products. The shop that she was after was at the back of the largest warehouse
and it was quiet as she went into the gloom.
She was met with racks of gleaming clothing and her nose was filled with
the smell of rubber, an odour that she found agreeable if unusual. A women of
about thirty appeared from behind one of the racks. “Good afternoon, would you
like some help or are you OK just to look yourself?”
This was an invitation that Sara couldn’t resist.
“Ah, as it happens you can help me. You see, I’m going off to South
America somewhere and I’ve read about these nasty things that can swim up your,
er, openings-do you follow me?”
The assistant, used to dealing with all kinds of customers, didn’t
hesitate.
“Good god yes. What a horrible thing! What a risk!”
She actually had no conception of where the conversation might lead but
looked forward to a sale no matter what.
Sara was gratified.
“So glad you follow me. So then, what do you have in, say, pink?”
“Pink? Pink what exactly?”
Sara looked annoyed and snapped “Pink panties you fool! I want to stop
those things from crawling up into me! And while you’re about it, matching bras
as well!”
The women sighed and mentally put Sara into the rich but barking mad
category. She thought for a moment and then, asking Sara to be patient,
disappeared into the dark depths of the shop. She returned carrying a large
dusty box. She cleaned off the worst of the dust and opened it.
“Old stock. Still good, mind! This
came in some years back from
To herself she thought “And a lot of moisture in! Does this woman
realise how hot and sweaty these will be in a hot climate! Someone should tell
her! Not me, though!”
Sara regarded the sealed packages.
“Open them
up! I want to try them on.”
“That will be difficult…they fit well around the more intimate areas and
I’m sure that Madam wouldn’t appreciate trying on an already worn garment..?”
Sara paused. “No problem. I’ll take the whole box full, for a good
discount of course as its old stock. Shall we say £100?”
The sales assistant agreed, glad to offload the unwanted heavy box and its
contents. She wasn’t precisely certain of what the box held but was sure of its
weight and sure that she would be glad to see it gone. Also, for 10% commission
she would be glad to see Sara gone as her strange reason for wanting the gear
seemed weirder than she was used to and in this line of work things did get
really weird!
PART TWO:
GRIPPED.
Sara took the box home by another cab. She had the driver carry the box
into her flat then gave him a pound tip. He gave her a tip in return that Sara
dismissed as difficult and most unhygienic.
She removed all of the sealed bags from the box and opened them in turn.
She was pleased that her investment proved so useful as each of the bras, the
various styles of knickers and the one-piece suits had clearly been designed
with her problem in mind. Each had thick, wide rubber bands at the openings to
provide a near-perfect seal for the wearer. Once Sara had a plan in mind no
amount of consideration would take her off track. She never once stopped to
think about the wisdom of her choices or the possible ramifications. In this
case most people would have equated sealed rubber with misery in a hot climate.
Sara congratulated herself on her bargain and decided to try on some of the
items.
She started by stripping off her day clothes and folding them. She
surveyed herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom and was pleased with
what she saw. She was five foot six inches tall, slim but with rather large buttocks
and breasts. This hadn’t seemed to matter to her boyfriends as she was
well-toned and solid. She often wished that she was blond, not brunette but
would not dye her hair, preferring instead to keep it in peak condition and
long.
She picked up the nearest pair of rubber panties, for that was exactly
what they were-pink and feminine and quite small but heavily pleated to allow
for the waist- and leg bands.
She pulled them on and was enchanted by their touch, smooth and cool.
The noise they created was also seductive and she felt captivated by their grip
once they were in place around her hips. She tried to insinuate her fingers under
the leg bands but the bands were the right tightness, comfortable but a snug
fit. The shiny material looked good on her, she thought as she reached for a
matching bra. This was a size too small and squeezed her breasts quite
thrillingly. They appeared to be made of solid rubber themselves, so tightly
were they held. Sara liked the feeling and walked through her flat to the
bathroom, finding the touch of the panties disgustingly erotic. By the time she
started to run her shower she could feel them becoming moist on the inside from
her own arousal. She shuddered and slipped into the shower stall, allowing the
warm water to cascade over her body. She looked down and could see her new bra
and panties becoming wet and even more glossy
She showered for a good ten
minutes moving around as much as the shower would let her. She bent right down
in an effort to break the grip of the rubber but in vain. All she could feel
was her own wetness and not one drop of water penetrated her protection. Really
delighted with herself she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower,
reaching for a huge fluffy towel as she did so. She dried herself and feeling tired
decided to go to bed. It wasn’t until she was nearly asleep when she realised
that she was still wearing the rubber. “This feels so good” she thought as
sleep overtook her.
As the alarm woke Sara she was aware that she had dreamed something
incredibly stimulating. The sudden shock of realisation that she actually was
wearing the tightest, slickest underwear triggered a powerful climax. Ashamed,
she climbed out of her bed and returned to the bathroom where she tugged off
the clinging rubber and showered once again, this time missing the feelings
from the previous night. She promised that she would reward a good day by
another session that evening.
That day passed by slowly. Sara couldn’t figure out why her young
advisor had suddenly excused herself during Sara’s account of the shopping trip
and had run down the hallway shrieking manically. Sara put it down to the poor
girl’s time of the month although experiencing uncontrolled mirth hadn’t
featured prominently in Sara’s own cycle.
The best part of the day had been her briefing on the forthcoming
foreign trip. Sara ignored all of the factual parts as they bored her and
concentrated on hearing what she believed were the best bits. These were few
but she paid this little heed. She did firmly believe that she was instructed
to maintain secrecy during the trip and not reveal the name of her employer. A
misunderstanding that was to later prove to be a mistake.
When the time finally arrived for Sara to go home she rushed out of the
office and impatiently travelled on the tube. The journey seemed endless.
Once home she repeated the strip of the previous evening and tried on a
pale blue one-piece outfit that resembled a swim suit. The thin rubber clung to
her smoothed out her natural lines emphasising some curves but hiding nothing,
a peculiar suction effect even causing the rubber to gently enter her labia and
anus driving her mad with desire as it did so. This was going too far! She
slept naked that night but awoke grumpy and troubled. She had missed that touch
in the night so instead wore rubber underclothes to work. That day passed by in
a haze. She couldn’t walk straight and kept on wriggling around on her chair
like a five year old who knew no better. Sara lost track of the number of times
she came that day and went home totally exhausted.
PART THREE:
COVER STORY
The time came for Sara to fly out on her assignment. She enjoyed flying
and always up rated her seat at her own expense to business class. The flight
was good and she arrived in a state of high excitement that had as much to do
with her underwear as with the truly exotic surroundings in which she found
herself.
The formalities of passport control proved easy and Sara was shortly on
her way to the hotel. She checked in, again ensuring that her well-funded
credit card bought her one of the best rooms. She was actually very good at her
job as she had no hesitation in bulldozing her way past obstacles and people to
arrive at the version of the truth that would best suit her employers.
She had been given a list of contacts who could help her with this
particular job. The underlying drift of her brief was to uncover as much
information as possible about the building of a grand new sports stadium,
funded at huge cost in the face of poverty of the average citizen.
Sara telephoned for some hours, eventually meeting with a native-speaker
who said that he could indeed take her to the new building site the following
day. Sara had been flattered by his attention and with her mind on other things
as usual she had failed to notice his eyes fastened on her breasts. He could
see through her blouse as the heat had caused the sheer material to stick to
her and as she had neglected to wear her bra as she had to admit that the
temperature was a bit too high for such a garment. She did find that the
feeling she got from sticky knickers was far from unbearable however and had
continued to wear them.
The arrangement between the two was that Sara would be picked up from
the hotel the following morning and taken by car to the inland site.
The car duly arrived, its air-conditioning working at full output. Sara had
selected the one-piece rubber swim suit and had worn a sarong over it. The
effect was amazing and the driver found it difficult to keep on watching the
road ahead and instead kept on looking in the rear-view mirror at Sara’s firm
breasts straining under the shiny thin stretched material. Beads of sweat ran
down her neck and streamed down the suit. The guide, also fascinated by her and
her strange choice of clothing, asked about it. Sara told him about the article
she had been given and how she wished to avoid creeping things from getting to
her. The two men glanced at each other but said nothing.
They drove on through dense semi-jungle along dirt tracks until
mid-afternoon. There ahead of them Sara could see an immense man-made clearing
where distant machines toiled in the sun light.
She instructed the driver to stop and got out of the car, reeling
slightly from the blast of heat that met her. She took her camera out of her
bag and walked towards the site, filming as she went. She used both the still
and video modes to gain a clear picture of the work being undertaken. Sara had
no training in architecture or building but was puzzled by what she saw. Why,
she thought to herself, why was there so much work going on underground? Why
would a sports stadium need such facilities?
She moved on, completely absorbed in her work. She didn’t notice that
the car had turned and gone and didn’t hear the jeep come up behind her. She
yelped as strong arms encircled her and lifted her into the back of the jeep. A
rough hood was forced over her head and she felt handcuffs secure her to the
canvas and metal seat. The jeep roared off, Sara bouncing around in the back.
The drive was quickly over and the jeep sped down a ramp into the cool
depths of the new structure. It stopped and Sara was taken into a room where
she was released. She blinked in the lights and looked around. She was in an
opulent office being watched by a dark-haired man sitting behind a large desk.
He smoked a cigar as he spoke to Sara, the smoke eddying away in the cold blast
of refrigerated air from the ceiling-mounted air conditioners.
“So, my dear, what do you think you are doing here?”
He spoke to Sara but was clearly focused on watching the cold air making
her nipples try to push through her suit.
Sara started to explain about her assignment but was cut short.
“You clearly have no idea who I am. Let me introduce myself. I am the
ruler of this little country. And you are about to tell me who you work for!”
Sara became wary, remembering the briefing she had been given.
“I am afraid that I can’t tell you that! Anyway what do you mean by
treating me like this?”
“Come now” He said. “I’m sure that you can give me some idea, at any
rate I already know quite a lot about you from one of my operatives who brought
you here!”
Sara started to explain that she was on a job, but couldn’t give any
more details as it was confidential.
“That makes for a great cover story” The dictator replied. At this, Sara
suddenly perked up believing that she could see what was happening. Of course!
This man planned to sell his story to another agency but she wanted her name on
the cover! She had visions of full-colour pictures of her on every news stand
in
“I’m not revealing any more” Sara snapped unaware that the cold air was
shrinking the suit and showing off far more of her than she knew.
The man sighed and called quietly into an intercom. Seconds later, the
door opened and a middle-aged woman appeared. She appeared to be out of the
1950s with her outfit and thick-rimmed glasses. Her hair was tied in a tight
bun.
“Hello there!” The woman said, holding out her hand to Sara, “I’m Nanny,
how do you do?”
Sara stared.
“Now then Tomas. What seems to be the problem?”
Nanny sat herself in a chair next to Sara.
“Well, Nanny, this young woman refuses to tell me who she works for. I
really want to know so perhaps you can talk to her”
Nanny leant across to Sara. She frowned.
“You know, my dear, that Nanny is used to dealing with naughty children.
Please stop being awkward and tell Tomas whatever it is he wants to know. If
you don’t I’m rather afraid that I shall have to punish you. And…” She added
“You won’t like that!”
Sara stared then laughed.
“Are you for real? You can’t threaten me like this!”
Nanny’s face turned pale and she turned to Tomas.
“Have her taken to my little room, please. I’ll deal with her there!”
PART FOUR:
THE BOTTOM LINE.
Sara was lead away by two large and intimidating guards. She was
escorted to a room along a long corridor and led inside. The room was clearly
used as some sort of medical centre and contained various metal-framed chairs,
tables and stands. Sara couldn’t figure what half of them were for, but had an
idea that she might be finding out.
Nanny appeared and gestured to Sara to sit in one of the chairs. Sara sat.
“You are a very ill-mannered young lady! I’ve heard nothing but bad
reports about you. You have a simple choice. After I’ve finished with you, you
will either have told me what Tomas asked you to or I shall call for our Doctor
to visit you. I shudder to think what you’ll make of him!” She paused a moment
“But judging from your dress sense you do have something in common”
Sara was confused. Surely she wasn’t ill? She sat upright and
indignantly told Nanny exactly what she thought of her. She also told her what
she thought about Tomas.
Nanny’s reaction was instant. She had the guards drag Sara over to one
of the frames. They removed all of her clothing, save the blue suit. This
clearly interested Nanny who watched as Sara was strapped over the frame, black
leather straps holding her bent over, her rubber-covered bottom held high and
prominent.
Nanny ran her hands over Sara’s backside, feeling and smoothing the
rubber as she did so.
“This is an amazing suit!” Nanny enthused “Why on earth do you choose to
wear such a thing in this climate?”
Sara once again went through her explanation. Nanny mused over the
leeches and the possibilities of them invading the bound girl’s body. For some
reason she didn’t laugh but became quiet and thoughtful.
“OK then. I believe you. I shall now ask you again to tell me who it is
you really work for. If you don’t, I shall have to introduce you to my slipper
and my cane. This old slipper has seen much heavy service and I can assure you
is far more effective than it looks. When applied to a nice, round bottom like
yours it can be most persuasive. The cane is even more painful and I only use
it in extreme circumstances. It will be of great interest to me to observe the
results through this thin layer of rubber as I can see every detail of your
body outlined! I wonder if the weals will show up so well?”
Sara let out several expletives. Nanny advanced, the slipper in hand.
Sara had never been spanked as a child, which was a pity. She could have
grown up as a far more decent adult if she’d have learned a few good lessons.
She was aware that the door opened and Tomas entered. Obviously the two guards
were reluctant to miss the show and Tomas gave them permission to stay and
watch.
Sara clenched her behind and waited. Nanny was pleased to see it as it
meant for increased effect when leather met rubber over flesh. The slipper
slammed down. Sara couldn’t believe the profound sting bottom and gasped. Her
cries grew more urgent as the minutes passed. Her bottom seemed to swell and
the searing pains grew as the tight rubber suit pressed onto her skin. The
three men watched in great excitement at the change, commenting to each other
at the redness spreading out from under the tight leg bands.
“Watch and learn” Murmured Tomas to his guards. “This is what moulds the
British upper classes! A pity then that Sara never had the benefit of such an
education. It does appear that Nanny is intent on catching up with lost time
and teaching her, though!”
Nanny indeed was working well. Settling into a steady rhythm she
slippered Sara without mercy until the girl howled for her to stop.
The three men and Nanny crowded around Sara, looking in detail at the
girl’s punished rear. Sara had never felt so humiliated or, she admitted to
herself, so randy. The burning raged in her bottom but blazed inside her and
she knew that inside her suit she had thoroughly wet herself.
“So! What have you to say for yourself?” Demanded Nanny, breathing
heavily.
Sara said nothing but shook her head.
Nanny had no need of a rest, despite her appearance. She marched over to
a cabinet on the wall and fetched out an extremely pliable long cane. She
positioned herself, drew a deep breath and swung.
There was an incredibly loud crack, followed by a high scream from Sara.
“Count these Missy!” Growled Nanny “If you don’t or if you miss one I’ll
start again! I intend to stripe you twenty times-so count”
Crack. “Ow! Shit! Two…”
And it went on. Sara refused to say anything of value, just ow! and ah!
as she counted.
Tomas and the guards marvelled at her resilience and studied her bottom
under the increasingly tight grip of the blue rubber. The tram lines so typical
of a caning showed up perfectly through the second skin. Sara was writhing and
bucking to the limit her bonds would allow her and not only to try and reduce
the fierce stinging pain. She also wanted to reach an impossible climax but
couldn’t get there and cried in frustration.
“Twenty! Bloody hell! Shit and bollocks! Sod the lot of you! My arse
hurts! Let me go, you bastards!”
Sara grew angry and bold in her intense disappointment. She had a
terrible itch that she couldn’t scratch and it drove her nearly insane.
She was allowed up. She stood in front of the others furiously rubbing
her behind like a well-punished sixth-former, most of her dignity gone. The
rubber seat of her suit slithered and slid over her buttocks on a layer of her
juices and her erect nipples danced under the suit.
“I’m not telling you anything now!” She yelled, as if she had already
said enough.
“You can all go and piss into the wind! Which reminds me-I want a piss
and I want it now!”
Nanny looked at Sara in amusement. “Have you learned nothing, girl?
Don’t you realise that it is we who give the orders? You are the one who will
do what we say-if not now, then very soon!”
Tomas spoke. “Nanny is correct. There are a number of things that I wish
to know. It is now obvious that you are not going to crack easily, which is a
pity. Nanny is a lamb compared to our good Doctor and if I have to give you to
him you can be assured that this little session will seem like a tea party in
comparison. Sara-be a good sensible girl and tell me now and I’ll let you pee
and have Nanny tend to your bum. Refuse and You will regret it!”
PART FIVE:
THE DOCTOR CALLS.
Sara wasn’t allowed to relieve her bladder nor the aches in her nether
regions. She was instead tied to an overhead beam by her wrists and left,
wriggling like a fish on a hook.
The door was eventually opened by a tall thin man dressed in a white
shirt with black trousers, both made from latex.
He surveyed Sara paying particular interest to her suit.
“They tell me that you wear this suit to keep things out.” He said
quietly.”Has it ever occurred to you that it will also keep things in?”
He moved over to a stainless steel trolley and removed a bulky bundle
from its lower shelf. He placed the bundle on top of the trolley then wheeled
it over to Sara. She watched as he unwrapped it and Sara could see and hear
that it was a latex sheet wrapped around various small objects. The Doctor
carefully arranged the objects on the smooth red sheet. There appeared to be about
twenty of them, each with a “tail” of black spiral-wound plastic. The last one
was considerably longer and thicker.
“Are you intrigued to know what these are/” Asked the Doctor.
“I don’t know and I don’t bloody well care! I’m bursting here! Let me
down!”
That was as far as Sara got. The Doctor moved quickly and looped a
bit-gag over Sara’s head. As she paused and opened her mouth to speak again, he
pulled it between her teeth and fastened the strap behind her neck.
Sara made several efforts to dislodge it and succeeded only in making
soft, muffled sounds in her throat.
The Doctor took one step back then smacked his hand hard across Sara’s
already sore bottom. She squealed, but quietly.
“Shut up, you stupid cow! When you’re supposed to talk, you don’t. That
option is now closed to you for some while. I am going to prepare you for a
most painful procedure. I shall continue until I feel that you are ready to
talk when asked and otherwise stay silent”
He untied her arms and roughly pushed Sara over to an operating table.
She discovered that he was far too strong for her to resist and reluctantly
allowed him to strap her down on her back, legs apart and her arms over her
head. The table was hard against her bottom and it hurt.
He angled the head of the table down with a whirr of motors. He turned
back to the trolley and wheeled it over. From another shelf he took a pair of
black latex surgical gloves and pulled them on. He leant across the table and
pushed two fingers under the crotch of Sara’s suit. There was just enough give
in the suit for him. Satisfied, he turned to the strange objects on the trolley
and picked one up.
“You have an aversion to leeches I believe. A pity as these high-tech
inventions of mine could accurately be referred to as “leeches” They are
capable of limited movement and can be guided to a specific place. To make
their way easily they emit a thin film of jelly. They trail a cable that is
connected to a central control box. When they arrive at their destination they
use suction to cling on then clamp down with tiny sharp little metal teeth.”
The Doctor held the leech up for Sara to see.
“Oh, and by the way, they will be burrowing their way to some rather
intimate and tender parts of your body under that fetching suit of yours. I
have already made sure that you are wet through under the rubber and I would
imagine that once you feel them crawling over you, as you are stretched out
helplessly you will probably help them on their way by pissing yourself! When
they do all suck down on you, I’ll let loose the larger one-the butt slug!
Guess where that one goes!”
Sara stared at him, her eyes wide. Could he really mean to do it? Her
head followed him as he fetched a large syringe.
He caught her watching him and chuckled “Don’t worry, this is not meant
for you! I need to fill up the leeches with jelly and activate them. Now
watch!”
In turn, he lifted each construct and injected it with jelly from the
syringe. When each was full, the Doctor used a permanent marker on the inside
of Sara’s thighs. He told her that these marks would be a reference point for
the computer program and that the leeches would navigate to pre-determined
parts of her body. He left her field of view and she could hear him switch on
the computer. In addition some other piece of electrical apparatus hummed
noisily into life.
He scanned her entire body after ensuring that additional straps held
her virtually immobile. After typing instructions for a considerable period of
time, during which Sara came closer and closer to losing control of her
bladder, he carefully placed a leech on the mark on her left thigh. He entered
a command into the computer and the leech twitched. It seemed to gather itself
before moving in small jerks down towards Sara’s crotch leaving a trail of
jelly as it did so.
Sara couldn’t see the leech but felt it’s every move. It reached the
barrier of her suit and undaunted by the taut rubber nosed its way under with
powerful convulsive movements. It felt horrible and Sara couldn’t imagine where
it was headed. Once inside the suit its progress accelerated as it slipped over
her slicked skin, pulling the spiralled cable behind it. The cable passing
under the leg band made a rhythmic slapping sound.
The Doctor was highly delighted at the success of his invention telling
Sara that this was its first trial. The leech continued across her stomach and
rib cage before climbing her left breast. It moved slowly but with clear
purpose. The Doctor followed its movement and watched the involuntary
stiffening of Sara’s nipple as the leech approached, the rubber ballooning as
it did so. Sara tried to move. She tried to speak to assure the Doctor that she
was ready to tell him anything if he’d only remove the horrid thing from her.
The leech reached her nipple. It sucked itself down and latched on with
wickedly sharp little teeth. Sara flooded her suit with hot piss just as the
Doctor had predicted.
The Doctor activated one after another of the leeches. Sara had them fastened
to each nipple as well as four around each breast. Several found their way to
her lower stomach and others nipped down on her vaginal lips and one
agonisingly between that opening and her back passage.
Once in position the leeches didn’t stop moving but slowly renewed their
suction and the grip of their teeth. Sara had long forgotten the sting in her
bottom, the leech-infected parts creating sharp bursts of pain.
The last leech finally clamped on. The Doctor held out the last one.
”The butt slug!”
This one moved far faster than the others and had no difficulty slipping
under the leg bands that were by now providing no seal at all as they were
bulging with cables.
It slithered to her arsehole and started to invade her tight sphincter,
sending out squirts of jelly ahead to ease its way in. Sara gave up fighting
and relaxed, allowing it easy passage. This hurt a lot less and the slug
breached her effortlessly.
She lay there panting and whining through her gag. The Doctor spoke “And
now the painful bit!” “What!?” Thought Sara “Then what the hell does he think
this has been?”
He keyed in some new instruction to the computer and stood back to
watch, his arms folded.
The hum of the auxiliary equipment cycled up. With a crackle a series of
powerful electric shocks stabbed into Sara through the leeches. It was unlike
anything she had ever felt before. The computer delivered the charges in
differing strengths to random locations and she felt spasms in her body,
rolling her from side to side despite the straps.
The first episode ended. Before Sara could catch breath the next series
of shocks started this time centred on the slug in her butt. She bit down on
her gag and tears streamed down her flushed face. To her amazement Sara found
herself riding the pain and using it to reach orgasm after orgasm, a fact that
greatly amused the Doctor.
Strange to say, once the initial trial of the leeches was over, Sara
volunteered to undergo further tests.
She has quit the news agency and now provides Tomas and the Doctor with
hours of playtime, her own inventiveness outstripping them both. She dresses in
nothing other than latex and has an arse as red as a baboon most days.
She has started assisting the Doctor with his research and looks
ravishing in her frilled latex nurse’s uniform. The queue for treatment does
however remain small. But it does exist…
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