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Tracker
Jenkins led Ayden into an industrial looking anteroom. The air was chilled and it was obvious this
room had not been maintained in many years.
She could see evidence of lime green walls beneath the scars in the pale
blue paint that had been left chipped and peeling after years of neglect. Tracker Jenkins gestured for Ayden to wait in
the room before he disappeared through a door to the right. She was left standing alone, feeling like the
peeling paint on the walls. Her
innermost-self exposed for anyone to see.
Without a clock Ayden spent the time staring at the cracks in the wall,
unsure how much time had passed. Time
ticked by painstakingly slow, like a warm classroom on a Friday afternoon in
late spring, while you waited for the bell, that led to fresh air and freedom,
to ring, but Ayden was not heading to the local mall. She was in a new world where everything was
different, but regardless of all the strange things Ayden had seen and
experienced over the past week there was something strangely comforting about
the way people treated her. With a touch
of excitement and apprehension she wondered what lay ahead for her. Ayden looked to the ceiling for cameras. She stared at her bare toes and made them
wiggle and dance on the cold cement floor.
She checked and rechecked the door which was the only barrier between
her and the room where she had just been.
She hoped that she would never see Frank again.
The
lack of chairs forced her to stand and she chose a position in the middle of
the room, but became increasing more anxious about her vulnerability. She fidgeted endlessly; first crossing her
arms over her breasts, then moving her hands lower trying to position her
elbows so that her nipples were at least partially hidden. Turning her back to the doors she hoped for a
little modesty, but was left feeling like she should cover that view with both
hands. She realized how silly she must
appear looking for shelter in an empty room.
She stood up tall and squared her shoulders. He mother was always reminding her to stand
up tall and keep her shoulders back. She
did not even have time to take in a deep breath before the door to her right swung
open. Startled, Ayden spun around in one
quick jump, to face Tracker Jenkins as he strode confidently back into the
room. Reflexively she crossed her arms
back over her breasts; discretely hiding each of her nipples behind the cupped
palm of her hands. Despite her reticence Ayden was relieved to see him again.
Taking
up her leash, with a quick tug, Tracker Jenkins silently guided her through the
open door. The bright lights emitted an
emerald green glow off of every polished surface. The stark contrast between the neglected room
where Ayden had been waiting and the modern cleanliness of this room somehow
made the lights glow brighter. Ayden
squinted against the sudden glare so that she could get a better look at the
room. The entire room seemed to focus on
a strange backless chair positioned under a large circular grouping of lights
in the center of the room. Along all of
the walls were cabinets above counters full of medical equipment of every
variety. Ayden did not have time to study
the room for long before she was guided around to the far side of the odd
chair.
“Please,
climb onto the bench,” Tracker Jenkins asked politely, but Ayden knew that
regardless of his tone she did not have a choice in the matter.
It
was not tall but she was not familiar with such a chair when she hesitantly placed
her hand on the top level, hoisted herself up, and sat on the flat surface at
the top as gracefully as she could manage.
Ayden was careful not to get tangled up in the leash as she steadied herself
by placing one foot on each of the two long, narrow slats below. Every surface of the chair was padded and
covered in vinyl that fused to her moist, bare skin. She folded her hands in her lap and peeked up
at Tracker Jenkins through the wisps of damp hair that covered her eyes. Her knees stuck up in an awkward position,
well above her waist. The positioning of
the foot rests held her thighs open and exposed. Ayden watched as Tracker Jenkins’ eyes washed
over her making her burn with the rosy blush of a small child. He chuckled quietly and shook his head, “No
girl. You lay your belly on the
bench. Roll over.”
Ayden
immediately felt chastised and foolish, but obediently complied. Once she had rolled over, onto her belly,
Ayden’s body molded to the table and she finally understood how the device was
meant to work. It had a padded flat area
that supported her upper body. At the other
end of the padded top was a small hole where her mouth and nose were left exposed
making her position almost comfortable.
To either side of her were planks, padded in more of the same
material. They extended out and had
leather straps near the ends. Her knees were
now comfortably folded into a kneeling position on what she had thought were
the foot rests. Positioned like this the
full length of her body was pressed flat against the bench.
Adyen
was grateful her face was hidden from view beneath the padded bench because she
felt a little foolish after her laughable mistake. Tracker Jenkins moved in closer
and with one hand firmly splayed across her back and the other placed on top of
her head he instructed her to lift her head slightly and spread her arms out to
the sides. Ayden complied and he stepped
in front of the table, near her head.
With her head raised her gaze was fixed directly on his zipper. There was something in his mannerisms that made
Ayden’s belly tense, but she could not understand why he had this effect on her. She looked up, slowly, and found him smiling
down at her. He had caught her gazing at
his zipper and she knew it. She quickly
averted her eyes in embarrassment. He
removed the leash that was chained to her collar, but Ayden could feel the
amused smile still on his face as he worked.
With the leash removed, he threaded a short chain that ran from a ring
on one side of the hole, through the collar around her neck, and locked it in
place to a matching ring on the other side of her head. Then he placed his hand on the back of her
head, and pressed her face back down to the leather ring.
He
had just begun to wrap new cuffs around her wrists when a tall, strikingly beautiful
woman entered the room. She was wearing
a nurses’ uniform that looked like it had been pulled from the pages of a 1940s
Sears catalog; complete with white thigh-high stockings held up by a garter
belt and pinned neatly to her head was a little white cap that had a red cross
on the front. The hem of her skirt was
short and barely covered the button-hole fasteners where her lacy white garter
belt met the top of her stockings.
The
nurse announced with a smile in Tracker Jenkins’ direction, “Doctor Bob will be
here in just a moment. He is completing
his notes from the last detainee.”
Tracker
Jenkins was watching the pretty nurse busy herself as she straightened medical
implements and shuffled papers and he continued to tighten the cuffs on Ayden’s
wrist until there was no slack left in the leather bands. Once the shiny metal buckles were secured,
Ayden’s arms were immobilized. She tried
to raise her head to get a better look around the room but the clip attached to
her collar only allowed her to lift her chin to the level of the padding.
Tracker
Jenkins patted Ayden softly on the forearm and asked, “Comfy?” To which she
rewarded him with a hidden smile and nod even though the cuffs on her wrists
were a little too tight.
The
nurse approached a cabinet near Ayden’s feet.
Ayden could hear the freshly oiled drawer being pulled from its cabinet. There were muffled sounds of metal bumping
against metal as the nurse rummaged through the contents, but Ayden was unable
to turn her head far enough to see what the pretty nurse was doing. A moment later a soft hand touched Ayden’s
ankle and in a delicate voice the nurse whispered, “Relax dear. I am just going to bind your legs.”
First
one leg, and then the other, was positioned properly onto the supports. Then a leather strap was buckled into place
over her shins, so that she was incapable of moving either of her legs. The nurse then gently nudged the hinged
supports, where Ayden knelt, pulling Ayden’s knees apart. Ayden lay in such a position that she appeared
to be sitting in a chair that was lying face down. Her legs were tucked vertically under her
body, but spread open on either side.
The muscles in her legs strained uncomfortably, but the nurse locked the
supports in place leaving Ayden to suffer.
“Okay
you are all set,” Tracker Jenkins announced and retreated to the far corner of
the room, where he stood with his arms folded and stared disinterest at the air
in front of him.
A
cool breeze blew between Ayden’s legs ruffling the freshly drying hair. Ayden attempted to distract herself by watching
as the nurse bustled around the room wheeling trays of medical instruments over
to the bench. The perpetual movement of
the nurse began to take on the appearance of a butterfly in search of nectar as
her feet fluttered in and out of view.
Before the nurse had finished her harried preparations a door opened and
quietly latched. Ayden could hear approaching
footsteps but did not attempt to raise her head. She waited for another set of feet to come
into view.
“Good
morning, Doctor. How are you
today?” Ayden recognized Tracker
Jenkins’ voice and tilted her head slightly, raised an ear in his direction,
and waited to hear a response that never came.
Having
ignored the pleasantries the doctor went straight to work. “I see you have brought in another one. Specifics; please.”
Tracker
Jenkins described a list of Ayden’s brief history as he knew it, “Possible
runaway captured at the Squeeze Inn this morning. She has been flogged one time. I am sure it will heal up fast enough, but it
should be noted and watched. She seems
healthy and has not given us any difficulties.”
“Age?”
came the deep clear voice of the doctor as he stepped closer to her. It sounded as if he were standing near her
feet, but when Ayden strained she could not lift her head enough to see
him. “Age?” he repeated, but the second
time was much more insistent and his tone took on an air of impatience.
“Dear,
he means you,” the nurse said as she nudged Ayden’s arm.
“Oh!
23,” was Ayden sudden, stunned reply.
Her cheeks pressed into the padding made her teeth knock together and
gave her voice a strange hollow sound in her ears.
“Subject
arrived this morning from the Squeeze Inn.
Upon first glance she appears healthy and compliant. Age, 23. Average height and healthy weight.” The doctor’s voice was clearly coming from,
down low, between her feet and Ayden was distracted as she pondered this. She tugged at her restraints and tried to get
a glimpse of the doctor, but her curiosity was not rewarded.
There
was a loud clap of the doctor’s hands that echoed off the ceiling and walls and
he announced, “Very well, let’s get this exam done. It has been a long, tiring day.”
Ayden
felt the doctor’s gloved hands slide up her inner thighs as he began the
exam. One hand pressed against her left
leg stretching the already helplessly strapped leg. His other hand gently moved to spread the
folds of her labia. He opened it only
far enough to easily welcome the intrusion of one finger that applied a moist
gel to her clit. With her legs still
spread and imprisoned she could not move to diminish her reaction. Slowly, the gel began to warm her skin. The tingling little clit erupted from its
hiding place. Moisture formed within her
and only increased her arousal; the gel grew warmer with each beat of her
racing heart. The moisture that swathed
her clitoris was again briefly brushed by the doctor’s fingertip which only awakened
its fiery reaction. Her back arched
instinctively and rose to greet this new sensation. She moaned uncontrollably.
“Excellent
clitoris response. A solid 8, and
clearly trainable,” and as suddenly as her decadent indulgence became enjoyable
the doctor used a rough cloth to wipe it away.
Ayden’s quiet whimpers went unnoticed as did her silent plea for the
sweet agony to resume.
Still
breathless she felt the cold of a smooth, metal implement as it invaded
her. Her body tensed but she could not
move to escape it and the cold metal easily glided through the new moisture
trickling from her. She briefly glanced
to where Tracker Jenkins stood. He was
still there; his arms clasped behind his back and he was staring straight ahead
of him at a blank wall. Ayden turned to
the nurse, but did not find rescue. The
doctor laid one hand on her lower back as a cold metal instrument guided by his
other hand penetrated deep inside of her, passed the little clit that still
begged for attention. Ayden tried to
relax but the metal expanded her from inside.
She could hear each twist of the screw that pried her open. The doctor’s breath was the only sound in the
room and it was magnified by the silence.
Finally he commented aloud, “I see no evidence of pregnancy, but I see
no barrier in place. Score that a 6.”
Quickly
the metal that had only just begun to warm against her skin loosened and slid
from her body. Ayden took in a deep
breath and let it out along with the implement.
Helplessly, she wondered if he was done, but neither Tracker Jenkins nor
the nurse moved to her rescue.
“Nurse,”
was the doctor’s singular command that brought the nurse rushing to Ayden’s
side. There was more metal jostled
around and Ayden realized the noise came from the trays of medical tools the
nurse had been preparing. Nervously, she
waited until the gentle hands of the nurse released the lock holding her legs
and moved them back towards the center until her knees were only as wide as her
pinned shoulders, but it did make her defenseless position a little more
comfortable. The nurse pressed one of
her small hands on each cheek of Ayden’s sore tush. Her touch was delicate as she gradually
spread them open, but the heat radiating from the marks left by the mornings
flogging were a clear reminder that Adyen no longer controled her own
destiny.
The
wait for what was to come next seemed to last an eternity, but just as she
began to relax the doctor’s finger entered her orifice and applied the gel
inside of her. She involuntarily tightened
against the finger which was only there a moment. Ayden immediately began to panic as the
warming gel activated. There was no way
to escape the heat. Her attempts to move
her hips only brought the nurse’s hands down firmly and pinned Ayden’s hips
against the padding. With her sole focus
on the heated gel Ayden was taken by surprise when the doctor slowly inserted
something into her burning hole. She
tried to fight it. She tightened her
muscles, but she was a captive in their hands.
Ayden’s
eyes began to well up and she did not know if it was out of discomfort or the
degradation of her plight. Just as she began
to think she could bare it no longer the doctor slowly spun the implement
inside of her before he edged it in further.
The battle against this invasion was futile and she was stretched to the
point of pain. The tears dampened eyes
and she blinked to clear her vision. She
panted slowly, willing the device to be removed from her.
“Doctor
she is still fighting it,” the nurse complained.
“Yes
and I do not want to cause any damage so we may need to wait and then try
again,” he explained to her.
Ayden
tried to clear her head; to think of anything other than this incursion, to
calm herself. She looked at the
cupboards that lined the walls and the jars filled with colored liquid on the
counter. But her mind was continually
reminded she was being invaded because the doctor periodically spun the
intruding device inside of her which caused the gel to tingle with each painful
twist. Then came her final
humiliation. With one final twist Ayden
grunted as the device was plunged deeper inside her. She had tried to bare it well but, she cried
out this time, “Please, no more.”
The
seconds passed but finally the doctor sighed loudly and relented. The device was slowly, carefully removed, but
not fast enough for Ayden. She tried to
help it along. Salty tears trickled down
her nose, and she watch each tear splash in a little puddle on the floor below.
The
doctor’s hollow voice echoed off the walls and it sounded like thunder as he
passed judgment on her, “Anal score 2.
Detainee needs stretching and training.
Is non-compliant.” Two more tears
trailed across Ayden’s face when she realized that she had failed.
“Nurse,
please tend to the girl,” the doctor said from across the room.
“Yes,
Doctor,” the pretty nurse replied sweetly.
The
heels of her shoes clicked across the tile floor. She moved quickly to a drawer below the jars
full of liquid. Ayden watched as the
nurse groped around and retrieved a small tube of ointment and several cotton
swabs. Upon returning to Ayden’s side
the nurse saw she was upset and tried to soothe her, but Ayden was not
listening to her words. Lightly, the
nurse applied the cooling salve to the marks left by the flogger. It chilled what little heat remained. Ayden closed her eyes and tried to push the
images of the room from her mind. She
actually began to relax and give herself over to the comforting massage of the healing
balm. By the time the nurse finished
Ayden had nearly forgotten her indignities and lay tranquilly pinned in the
custody of her captors.
Tracker
Jenkins and the nurse both moved in and removed her bindings. Without a word Ayden was placed on her feet
where she stood before a man that was barely as tall as her navel. Never before had she seen such a man. She could not keep from letting out a little
gasp of surprise. He was wearing dull
green scrubs and Ayden bit back a smile because he was short; very short. He was standing at full height, but his eye
level only reached to the small patch of hair that barely hid her supplicant
little clitoris.
“Needs
to be shaved before the auction,” he said into a small recording device hanging
from his ear.
Having
nearly forgotten her nakedness Ayden was looking down at him smiling, because
she was so captivated by the curious looking doctor who had just examined
her. His hair was a bright auburn with
the top pulled back into a neat ponytail.
It framed the delicate features of his face, however it did not obscure
the fact that he had elongated, pointed ears jutting out from the cascade of
long straight hair that poured over his shoulders from the hair pulled back on
the top of his head. His deep brown eyes
were kind and except for his apple red lips the rest of his face was mostly
hidden behind a well-trimmed beard. She
was so amused that she did not notice him reach up to her left nipple until he
closed it in a vise-like pinch.
“Hey!”
she shrieked. It was instinctual and it
flew from her lips before she could pull it back. She reacted without thinking; jumped back and
reached up to cover her throbbing nipple.
She tried her best to rub the sheering pain away.
The
doctor’s gentle eyes instantly turned stern.
“Do not make me have you restrained again. You will fold your hands behind your head and
keep them there until told to do otherwise.
Do you understand?” he asked and it was less of a question than a
directive. He glared at Tracker Jenkins
standing beside her. The iciness of his
words startled Ayden. She felt like a
child who has just been scolded. She
nodded her head and fought the tears that threatened to fall anew as she laced
her fingers behind her head.
The
doctor reached up again and twisted as he pinched her right nipple this
time. Ayden bit her lip and raised her
eyes to the ceiling still fighting the tears.
When he released it the pain instantly dissipated and the tingling
sensation left behind made the little ball harden proudly.
“Very
nice, with the exception of that outburst.
Clearly a, 7,” was his instruction to the recording device on his
ear. “You may relax,” he told
Ayden. She tried but felt stiff and
scared not knowing what was going to happen to her. Slowly she lowered her arms but awkwardly
fretted on what to do with her nervous hands.
It was only now that she began to wonder how she would ever get out of
this prison.
“You
will have to hurry to make it to the lineup,” were the doctor’s parting words
to Tracker Jenkins before he turned on his heels and left the room.
Tracker
Jenkins glanced at his watch and sighed.
Turning to the nurse he asked, “Can you please finish with her? I have got to get out to the line. I am overdue already.”
The
charming girl nodded and set down the tools that she was tidying. She stepped over to Ayden and gently placed
her hand on Ayden’s elbow to guide her forward through a door in the far corner
of the room. Her only direction was a
quiet, “Come.” As they went through the
door into the next room Ayden was hit with a wave of humid air. The heat was almost stifling and for the
first time Ayden felt almost grateful for her nakedness.
In
the middle of room was a large sunken pool of water with a fountain of flowing
water at the center. All along the edge were
submerged seats. The nurse nodded towards the pool and whispered, “You will
have to bathe quickly or we will both be in trouble. We do not want to be late.”
Ayden
stepped forward and dipped her toes into the water. It was hot and soothing. She lowered her body into it and immediately
began to relax with each pass of the soap over her aching body. As the nurse busied herself in the corner
behind her, Ayden slipped down into the water until it was up to her neck. There was something about the feel of the
slick warm water against her skin that made Ayden’s eyes feel heavy.
“What
are you doing?” the nurse exclaimed. “I
told you we have to hurry. Come on
now. Get out of there.”
Ayden
jumped to her feet, rinsed off with a splash, and quickly did as she was told. She scrambled up the seat and out of the
bath. “I have laid out a towel and tunic
for you in the corner. Please get
dressed for line up.” In the corner was
a beautifully embroidered antique folding screen. On closer inspection the stitching was frayed
and coming unraveled in places, but you could still see that it was once a
lovely accent from a lady’s room. Ayden
slipped behind it and found an institutional white towel that was barely large
enough to soak up the water from her skin.
She dried all but her hair that would just have to drip dry. She dropped the towel into a basket behind
her and looked around for some clothing.
Ayden
cleared her throat and tentatively asked, ”Um, I do not see any clothing here.”
The
nurse appeared behind her making Ayden jump because she had not heard the click
of heels coming up behind her. In her
hand she held a small green glass bottle.
She asked Ayden to lift her arms out to the side and Ayden could hear
the urgency in the young girl’s voice.
Ayden barely had her arms raised when the girl began to pour the liquid
from the bottle into her hands and rub them together. She started at Ayden’s shoulders and worked
down her arms, carefully kneading the oil into her skin. It had a sweet pleasant smell that made Ayden
feel calm. It was not until the nurse
began to massage the oil into Ayden’s bare breasts that she felt a twinge of
embarrassment, but if there is one thing that she had learned that day it was that
she had to be ready to yield to the will of others. Ayden did not move even as the nurse stroked
the oils across her body, or up her naked thighs, but when the nurse stroked
the oils between the folds of her labia Ayden sucked in a deep breath and held
it hoping that she would not respond to the touch of this woman whose hands
were so tantalizingly touching her.
However, when the nurse pinched one of the innermost folds Ayden let out
a gasp and heard the woman laugh, “Get used to being touched and you will do
well.” She was done quickly and lifted a
small piece of cloth that had been deposited across the top of the screen and
handed it to Ayden, “Here. Put this on.”
Ayden
took the unfamiliar looking cloth and began to turn it over in her hands when
she noticed the hole at the middle and an insignia on one side of the hole. It was an open tunic like the ones the girls
at the Inn were wearing. Ayden wondered
if she would have to pull a carriage. This
tunic was different. It is not pretty
and it did not have a logo of a pretty girl in a glass on the front. It was plain orange and the block letters on
the front spelled out, “Mystic Cove Detention Center.” She slipped it over her head. It covered her in front and behind, but it
barely skimmed the middle of her thighs.
She fumbled looking for ties at the sides but there were none.
She
was still groping for some way to secure the drape when the nurse hustled her
out a door into a bright open room with windows high on the walls. She was suddenly surrounded by girls all
wearing the same bright orange tunic and they were standing in military style
rows. The nurse gently pushed her into
the middle of the nearest line and whispered in her ear telling her not to move
and just to do as she was told. Ayden
barely had time to nod before the nurse disappeared leaving her alone in the
crowd.
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