Chapter Seven

It was a different love nest, but the same old dream – at least at first. This was where all the scouting and planning and charting of schedules paid off. High school lore had passed down from grade to grade for decades that the best place to get away with stuff was the Arts Wing.

There were more than just classrooms down there. The auditorium alone boasted a wealth of coverts. From the projector booth to backstage to the catwalks above there were any number of nooks and crannies where students could sequester themselves when in the mood to cut class, sneak cigarettes, smoke dope – or make out and grope.

Even better were the band rooms, at least in tenth-grade Karl’s opinion. These featured soundproofed cubicles where lone students could be sent to practice their instruments without disrupting other lessons. Except that there were no more lessons, and since budget cuts had eviscerated the music program the cubicles remained unused and all but forgotten. One only had to know which rooms were likely to be occupied at what times. Karl and Krista had managed to ditch study hall this period, and relying on Karl’s carefully accrued knowledge they slipped through a classroom, into a cubicle and closed the door. Both metal chair and music stand were folded up dusty against the wall. They had about a six foot square padded with acoustic dampening foam all to themselves. It wasn’t the Ritz of course. But it sure had study hall beat. Right away they sank to the floor, folded themselves into a cushioned corner and went at it.

So far so good: everything was according to plan and corresponding to actual events. Yet in the dozen or so times they’d done this, Karl and Krista never went beyond orgiastic tongue-wrestling and over-the-clothes groping. This was a school after all, and getting caught with their pants down would get them kicked out. This time though Karl’s cock was just killing him!

The hotter he got the more it hurt. Of course it was trapped in his pants, but he still should have been able to squirm and shift enough for it to have room to finish erecting. No luck though: it felt like the last half of it was caught in a vise. When Krista’s hand sought him out to feel and squeeze he had to groan and break away.

“What’s the matter?”

“My dick is caught or something, and it’s killing me.”

“Let’s see!” Suddenly uncharacteristically daring, Krista had his zipper down in an instant. She delved and fondled and pumped, and though the pleasure was overwhelming, the pain and frustration only increased. It made for a difficult yet strangely compelling combination. So crazed did it make Karl feel that when his even crazier girlfriend pulled his pants right off and began to slip out of her own he could barely protest.

“Are you nuts? No hidey-hole is safe enough for this.”

“We’ve never been interrupted yet.”

Now she had her shirt off and was pulling his off too. Karl’s protests petered out. It still felt like his dick was caught in a rat trap. Maybe this was the answer. But then rather than lie back and spread herself receptively Krista was trying to climb on top again.

“Come on, cut it out, you know this isn’t going to happen.”

“What, sex, or me learning how to have an orgasm? Everyone says it’s easier for girls to get off if they get on top.”

“I don’t care what everyone says. I’m just not comfortable with it.”

“Please darling? If you don’t let me do this, I’ll die without ever climaxing. You’ll hate yourself forever when that happens, I promise you.”

Karl was on the brink of scoffing at this ridiculousness. He was mustering the loud and forceful flood of talk, the cutting remarks and shouting down that would beat his sweet and normally non-confrontational girlfriend into retreat. But then an ominous foreboding struck him.

With a creepy chill that was almost prescient he somehow intuited that she was right. If he didn’t stop being a pigheaded asshole about this and let her get on top already he was going to regret it profoundly. And what was his problem anyway? How dare he deny her the same ecstasy he took for granted himself, especially over some nebulous notions of masculinity? It’s not like she was asking to strap on a dildo and fuck him in the ass or anything.

“All right,” Karl relented, not understanding the huge relief that swept over him. “We’ll try it your way this time.”

But he’d delayed too long. Just as beaming Krista was swinging astride him the door to their little cubicle was wrenched open. Both of them were caught with their pants down indeed. Karl and Krista gasped and looked up and around. There was Mr. Myers: assistant principal, fervent evangelical Christian, and dreaded school disciplinarian.

“Let’s go, you two. And you can carry your clothes.”

“What?” Krista cried, already shaking and so white her freckles looked like paint. “All the way down to the principal’s office?”

“No, you dirty little slut, to the school nurse. We need to have you both checked for STDs, and you for pregnancy. And since you weren’t caught in actual coitus, we’ll have to see if your virginity is intact with a vaginal exam. In other words you’re already in about as much trouble as you can possibly be in, so if I were you I’d keep my Sodomite mouth shut and do exactly as I’m told. Now let’s go!”

With that they were being marched down the hall to the infirmary. Naked but for their socks, trying to conceal as much as possible with the clothes they carried, they stumbled a gauntlet of laughing, jeering, and pointing students and teachers. Krista was sobbing brokenly. Karl on the other hand was still obsessing over the bizarre conviction that’d he’d somehow doomed her by not submitting to being on the bottom right away. If only he had, this nightmare would never have begun. Instead he’d be enjoying the novelty of her tits bouncing in his face while screwing and Krista would be enjoying the climax that redeemed her very life.

At last they reached the infirmary. Though Krista’s face was almost as red as her hair and she was still sniffling and dripping tears, Karl remained relatively unmoved by their walk of shame. This was a guy thing of course. She was now forevermore a loose brazen slut while he was a ballsy daring stud: typical gender unfairness. But then they were marched through the door and he almost swooned in shocked mortification.

Instead of old Mrs. Wilson, the pterodactyl who’d been here since dinosaurs ruled the Earth, a new Head Nurse was waiting. She was far younger and enormously attractive: honey-brown hair held back by her cap, a flawlessly lovely face and voluptuous body to die for. Somehow he knew her, and from circumstances so upsetting that Karl sensed he was deliberately repressing them.

Somehow she was also tied to his strange conviction that Krista was in peril, but how he couldn’t figure out. Hands on her hips, she waited with frowning disapproval as they were ushered into her presence. For some reason this filled Karl with more shame and remorse and a craven need to please than Myers and the whole student body had been able to elicit. She nodded somberly as sneering Myers turned them over to her.

“I’m sorry Nurse Drake, but these two were caught bare-assed like this about to engage in coitus. Naturally they will be expelled, but there are still liability issues here. We need the little whore checked to see whether and how often she’s been penetrated, and whether she’s been impregnated. And while I’m calling the police and their parents they both need to be examined for crabs, genital lice and other parasites — not to mention tested for all known venereal disease. I imagine they’re both crawling with the pestilence of sin.”

“Very well.” Nurse Drake surveyed them with quiet condemnation. Karl dropped his eyes helplessly, unaccountably devastated by this lovely authority’s displeasure. “Put down those clothes and come this way, children.”

They were led to a row of small examination tables. Nurse Drake pointed at the first. “You will sit there, little slut. Think about your ruined reputation while I examine this studly young man.”

She led Karl to the next table and pulled a thin plastic privacy curtain between them.

With a window on the other side Karl was able to see the fuzzy shape of his poor girlfriend. Krista was huddled naked on her table, weeping quietly. Then this hugely attractive, enormously intimidating medical professional took charge of him. She raised the head of his own exam table and swung wide the obstetric stirrups at the foot.

“Get on the table, young stud, feet in the stirrups.”

Karl obeyed with alacrity, still mysteriously driven to placate this enigmatic yet irresistible female authority. Being naked and semi-alone with her was suddenly terribly arousing despite the utter ruin of his life. Almost immediately his dick started straining and hurting again. Nurse Drake locked his feet into the stirrups somehow, leaving his legs lifted and bent and widely spread. She lowered the foot of the table so that he was perched on the edge and strapped him down with a belt across his hips. Then she locked his wrists into cuffs build into the table’s upper legs, his arms pulled straight down toward the floor. With that he was utterly helpless, able to move only his head and neck. This brought another terrifying stab of prescient anxiety, yet still being bound by this icon enflamed his arousal monstrously.

Karl had heard that some people got off on bondage; he’d never dreamed he might be one of them. But as Nurse Drake snapped on a pair of latex gloves and began to scout through his pubic hair with a wooden tongue depressor, his pained erection raged insanely. His face burned with mortification and yet he was panting excitedly, far more desperately aroused than he’d been even with Krista about to mount him. Nurse Drake remained sternly censorious as she addressed him, demeaning and enflaming him further at the same time.

“You should keep this shaved away, young stud. Then no parasites can find a home in it. And your little slut will appreciate it; she’ll get the deepest penetration possible.”

Hearing Krista sob afresh at this, Karl wanted to stand up for her: enjoying sex did not make one a slut! But he was still so cowed and yet enamored by this nurse that he couldn’t bring himself to challenge her. He hated himself for this betrayal, but that didn’t change the way his cock pained and throbbed. Even when Nurse Drake poked a wooden stick with a cotton swab on the end into his urethra to take some kind of sample he only found the terribly invasive pain (unprecedented yet somehow familiar) more arousing still. When she was finished and addressed him again he found his voice quavering in response.

“Your penis is awfully red and swollen. Is it causing you pain?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And is the pain worse when you are extremely aroused as you are now?”

Fresh sobbing broke out, and through the curtain Karl could see Krista’s shape rocking back and forth, a habit of hers when coping with particularly awful misery. Still he had to answer. Nurse Drake was waiting, hands on her hips and scowling.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well it’s obvious what the problem is. You have a terrible case of blue balls. If boys your age don’t ejaculate regularly, testosterone builds up. This can make males aggressive and unreasonable. Have you been mean to the little slut?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s no more than she deserves of course. But you must be careful. If you offend the Goddess bad things can happen. How often do you fuck the little slut?”

“As often as I can, ma’am. Two or three times a week.”

“I see. And how often do you masturbate?”

God, could this get any more mortifying? Krista was sitting right there! Yet Nurse Drake was even closer, and her authority and appeal too compulsory to refuse. Besides, his cock really hurt. If he wanted to get it fixed he had to be honest.

“Every day that we don’t have sex, ma’am.”

“And am I to understand you were apprehended before that could happen today? I mean right before it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All right. I can help you. It isn’t sanctioned by the AMA, but I’m both morally and professionally obligated to heal you before you’re sent to the reformatory.”

Nurse Drake tore a wide strip of white adhesive tape from a roll and plastered it over Karl’s mouth. Then to his astonishment she unbuttoned the front of her uniform. Underneath she wore a lace-trimmed white bra and matching panties that were neither skimpy nor matronly. Her similarly trimmed stockings were utterly ordinary yet somehow unbearably sexy. While Karl was still trying to sort out his shock from his fear from his linked cock-pain and arousal (being gagged had exacerbated this madly, seeing this icon in her underwear sent it through the roof), Nurse Drake pulled the crotch of those panties aside. Then she stepped up and straddled his helpless body. Grabbing his agonized erection, she directed this into herself and dropped down onto it. Karl’s emotional stew, already churning at full boil, seemed to explode, sending scalding passions into violent eruption. Even as intermixed agony and ecstasy overwhelmed him, guilt, self-hatred and mortification screamed in protest.

He was cheating on Krista and she was right there, only a translucent curtain between them. Worse, this amazingly hot and unaccountably compelling older woman was taking him exactly as his beloved girlfriend had always wished to – and he’d always cruelly denied her. As the wonderfully voluptuous body enveloping him began pumping against his erection (which still felt half caught in a vise and now hurt worse than ever) Karl’s roiling awareness seemed to split. Part of him keened with guilt and anguish as Krista’s rocking accelerated and her sobs scaled up toward hysteria. The other half was awash in erotic revelation.

Just as he’d always feared, being passively ridden in the inferior position felt personally diminishing.

He was just an object to be used here, not an equal participant. Yet as he unavoidably submitted to this he found to his incredulous joy that he liked being humbled this way. Unmanly or not, being at the sexual mercy of a rampant female was profoundly affecting. It filled some unimaginable need to prostrate himself before the sex he’d sinned against. And Nurse Drake’s demeanor as she had him was even more humiliating and arousing.

Uniformed body mounted solidly astride him, this potentate showed no indication of sexual pleasure at all, nor did she betray any inclination to pursue any. She rode him with magisterial dispassion, thrusting mechanically if relentlessly against him as if this were merely a matter of medical necessity, a treatment like any other if a bit unorthodox. She even pressed two fingers to the artery in his neck, raised her wristwatch and took his pulse as she pumped pneumatically away. If this was demeaning however it was nothing compared to what followed.

Nurse Drake withdrew a large thermometer from her pocket. Karl had just long enough to register that this was far too big to be an oral thermometer, and to remember that he was gagged anyway. Then the impossibly hot yet clinically detached Nurse Drake reached behind herself and down between Karl’s legs.

Of course these were splayed out like a woman’s in childbirth, and without faltering or even altering her rhythm in the least she slid that cold finger of metal and glass deep into his ass. Then she immediately accelerated his fucking, not with enjoyment or fervor but simply out of that same sense of medical necessity.

Naturally Karl squealed at that insertion, that somehow ultimate emasculation right in the midst of the most incredible if unwilling sex he’d ever had. Yet the sound was so conflicted that tortured Krista forced to listen couldn’t tell if it was caused by pain and dismay or irrepressible erotic excitement. She called out to him through screamy sobs.

“Karl? Are you okay, honey? Is she hurting you? I’m so sorry I got us into this, it’s all my fault!”

This was such an offense to the truth that Karl burned to cry out to her, to reassure her despite the agony in his vigorously ridden erection and the unnaturally intrusive discomfort plugging him up. He wanted to shriek his unwillingness and beg her forgiveness. Yet he was gagged and locked in place, utterly helpless to do anything but bleat and keen ambiguously.

Worse, Nurse Drake’s expert ministrations and domineering appeal were driving him swiftly toward orgasm. Despite his feverish guilt and anguish it was inevitable, even impending. This was a further unforgivable betrayal. Hearing his unmistakable carnal crescendo Krista’s pleas and shrieks escalated toward madness. Karl was only seconds from coming! But then there came a terrible cacophony of shattering glass.

It almost sounded like a car crash, and Krista’s last, most heart-freezing scream scaled up in pitch, dropped in volume and then ended with a sickening crunch. Frowning thunderously at this interruption, Nurse Drake stopped fucking Karl just as abruptly as she’d begun.

She climbed off, leaving him insanely pained and straining despite his cataclysmic horror. Striding to look around the curtain, she shook her head in angry reproof.

“Would you believe it? The chicken-shit little slut jumped. She dove right through my window. She’s down there in the street, naked, neck broke, her head busted open and her eye knocked out. Well, this changes matters some, doesn’t it? Now the little tramp has died without ever having a climax, and it’s all your fault. I warned you about the punishment of the Goddess. As her earthly incarnation, I must sentence you to never have another orgasm of your own.”

From the hip pocket of her open uniform Nurse Drake pulled a small, archaic-looking iron fetter. With Karl’s painful hardness wilting rapidly in his abhorrence and grief, she fitted this over it and snapped it closed. Realizing that he’d been locked into some kind of medieval chastity device, Karl understood that his awful penile pain and frustration would now be eternal. Even as he was grappling with both the justice and distress of this however he heard rising sirens in the distance. They were coming for him, and the punishments were just beginning. Nurse Drake made this clear as she strode back around between his legs.

“That’s right boy, the police will be here soon. And after the way you drove that distraught little slut to her death without a climax it won’t be the reformatory they’ll take you to but the adult prison. You’ll get all your sex from the other side now, my pretty young white boy.”

Karl thought he was foundering in the worst nightmare possible. He was so consumed by abomination (and by his guilt, self-loathing and bitter appreciation of justice) that the hugely symbolic relief of Nurse Drake pulling that thermometer from his ass hardly registered. As she turned away to mark the reading on a chart and poke through a nearby cabinet he was almost able to dismiss awareness of her for the first time since she’d so portentously appeared. But then she taught him the unforgiveable impudence and stupendous folly of that. When Nurse Drake turned back to him, her uniform still hanging boldly open, she had just the kind of strap-on dildo he’d cavalierly referred to earlier harnessed about her crotch. Only this one was of gigantic size.

“You and that little slut aren’t the only ones who were denied a climax today by your despicable crimes. And since you’ve been condemned to a lifetime of rape as well as impotence, let them both begin immediately! I might have time for three or four orgasms before they show up to take you away. And if not they might even let me finish.”

Finally Nurse Drake’s professional detachment cracked, if only little. There was a hint of subtly mocking erotic promise to her smile that was both inexplicably familiar and daunting in the extreme. As she stroked her giant cock and moved implacably in on him Karl wrenched desperately at his bonds. The uselessness of this only fed his frenzy. Yet what propelled him out of sleep at last was the most insupportable horror of all. Suddenly, somehow, his caged cock was again raging in that familiar pain…

Karl came awake with a gasp that shuddered his entire inert body. His cock still felt like it was in a vise; it was the condom catheter of course. It wasn’t the first time the pain had penetrated or affected his dreams. But on none of those occasions had he been sleeping in his nurse’s very arms. She woke immediately at his convulsive gasp, her hand going unerringly to his erection. She felt this a moment, either checking to see if his condom was still on, measuring the intensity of the arousal that had awakened them both or killing two birds with one stone. Then her grip released and her palm stroked soothingly up and down his torso.

“I failed you, didn’t I darling?”

Karl wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

He was still panting, desperately suppressing the groans that wanted to get out. His prick raged insistently, yearning for the return of that too-brief groping. Yet instead of the raving self-hatred and gutted grief that usually followed him out of his dreams he felt only stunned dismay at the perversity of his subconscious. Rather than try to make heads or tails out of anything at the moment he just nuzzled Doreen’s head on his shoulder.

Karl risked this possibly presumptuous, reassuring lover’s nudge because she was lying in his arms in her own bed by choice, and because he knew she recognized his repertoire of nonverbal signals was limited. She responded as he’d hoped, with understanding and a tightening of her embrace. Still her palm described massaging circles on his chest and belly.

“Not sure yet? Was it the happy or the unhappy ending?”

Doreen reached up to touch his cheek before resuming her soothing.

“You’re not crying this time.”

“Let’s just say it was a new one for now.”

“Tell me, darling.” Amazingly Doreen began tweaking one of his nipples, pinching and pulling it playfully.

“Tell me everything. I have to know what’s going on inside you if I’m going to heal you. Give me every detail.”

“Even if you’re one of the featured players?”

“Especially then. Don’t be embarrassed darling. As of this evening you and I are the only two people on Earth. That goes for the entire year. I understand what you’ve been through and since I met you you’ve done nothing to be ashamed of. I know you love me and desire me and that’s perfectly all right, completely natural and understandable. It makes me glad, because I love and desire you too. And I’m absolutely committed to healing you. So please help me to do so.”

“All right.”

Hearing these incredibly thrilling professions gained Karl’s obedience immediately. Still he could already feel himself blushing – and throbbing insanely on – in an erotically-charged anticipation of humiliation.

What he’d told himself in the dream remained true in reality however. If he wanted to be fixed he had to be honest. He opened his mouth to begin. But then he gasped anew as his penis actually was clasped again. It was professional Nurse Drake taking him in hand however.

“Relax, patient. I just want to hold you, and monitor the level of your arousal as you relive the experience. Think of this as my own patented super-secret peter-meter.”

Doreen gave a disarming little giggle, and Karl indeed relaxed – as much as he could with this goddess-figure holding his cramped and hurting attempted hard-on. Yet his nurse was as good as her word. She merely held him passively, imparting as little distraction or extra stimulus as possible as Karl took a deep breath and then recounted his dream in its entirety.

When he finished, Doreen gave his crazily raving semi-erection an acknowledging squeeze before releasing it. Her voice was full of encouragement.

“I think this is great progress, Karl. Either I really did sneak into your sleep to influence the dream or my therapy is having an effect already. Though she died, you didn’t actually see Krista dead this time. You didn’t suffer the gruesome sight of her ruined that way. Nor did you wake up crying and hating yourself. I think that’s fantastic.”

What she thought of the reason Karl was spared those feelings, and the significance of the role she played in general Nurse Drake didn’t say. Nor did Karl ask. He was relieved enough by her interpretation to feel her warmth and closeness seducing him back toward sleep. Doreen perceived this immediately.

“Come on. You’ve been on your back long enough.”

She bent up his knee, got another hand under his shoulder and rolled Karl onto his side so that he was facing away from her. She fluffed his pillow and repositioned it under his head. Then pulling the covers back up Doreen snuggled right up against his backside.

Silk-sheathed breasts pressing his naked shoulder blades, her hairless pubis nestled against his buttocks with only an identical millimeter of airy fabric separating them, she put her head on the same pillow, wrapped an arm back around him and they lay melded together like spoons. Finally Nurse Drake made her only reference to her debut on his inner stage.

“That me in your dream was right about at least one thing, darling. Tomorrow we should get rid of that hair down there. I know you hate how it gets caught in the condom adhesive. And since it looks sexier, why the hell not? The only people we have to please here are ourselves.”

She pulled his blonde locks aside and kissed the nape of his neck. Then Doreen went easily back to sleep. Moments later Karl did as well.