Chapter Eighteen

Inevitably there came a point when Karl’s best wasn’t good enough. They were at the culmination of the first quarter, and Nurse Drake was using him, stimulating him, and working him out and over relentlessly. Left alone with only vapid television in the late afternoon or evening his drained and battered body eventually overrode his will again. It was only two days before their date with the sun and moon, after which compensatory punishment would be exacted. And of course from now on he would have electrical help staying awake.

Nurse Drake’s cabinet held a wide assortment of vibrators. The one she chose was small, just a box of an inch or so that was collared about his testicles. Blunt prongs pressed into him, leaving Karl to suspect this device could also deliver punishing shocks at need. Even with this implicit threat added to the torment of long hours of ceaseless ball-buzzing, this method of attention enforcement actually came as a bit of a relief.

There were worse places to put a vibrator. In any event, with this minor failing aside (and being corrected), Nurse Drake was still delighted with his commitment, progress and person. She returned more ebullient than ever from making her quarterly report, and the next day saw Karl finally leave the suite and house for the first time. It promised to be an unforgettable celebration.

By the time they finished bathing and a bare minimum of stretching the sun was pouring through the skylight from an utterly cloudless sky. The forecast was clear and warm for the next several days. Rather than hook Karl back into the overhead lift (or heaven forbid put him in his wheelchair) Nurse Drake employed a manual hoist. Once he hung as naked and splay-legged as ever from this she began to push it toward the hall.

Soon Karl saw parts of the house he never had. This was a welcome adventure. And of course everything was wide and smooth and easy to traverse right up to a back door that opened flush onto a meticulously paved walk leading out to the dock and pond.

As they passed into the gorgeous pre-noon sun he felt a reflexive shame. It was one thing inside, but now his helplessly hung-up, little-shaved-slut nudity was being paraded around in the broad light of day! Pushed down the walk however Karl soon passed an aromatic herb garden. Looming over all the smaller plants was a couple of beautiful cannabis sativa. This relaxed him somewhat, reminding him how rare visitors were out here. If those plants could go un-stolen growing right out in the open, his modesty should make it through the day okay.

The lawn they bisected was long and shaggy. That was fine. A girl had to have priorities. And the wild look suited the pond. Karl drank it all in almost as deliriously as he’d greeted his first ride out of the clinic. A beautifully plumed heron stared beadily back at him. Taller than its stand of cattails, it held its head cocked back, a bill the size and sharpness of Krista’s gardening shears poised to dart and rend. The dock they rolled out onto was shaped like a disciplinary paddle: eight foot-wide handle ending in a big wooden square. A pair of sturdy adjustable sling chairs waited, along with a large cooler serving as a table already piled with towels and arrayed with clutter. So well-made was everything that Karl’s ride in the wheeled lift remained untroubled all the way to where he was lowered into the right-hand chair.

Doreen settled him in his usual slut-slouch, his legs bent up and flopped out. Rather than arrange his hands around his genitals as she still liked to do, she stretched these too out wide and turned up at his sides, opening his naked embrace to Sol’s rays.

That Norse sun goddess’ fiery chariot was nearing the apex of its daily route. Karl could feel his institutional pallor exulting in the kiss of her distant flame. Doreen pushed the lift aside, moved a few things and opened the cooler.

Out came chilled champagne, shrimp cocktail, an impressive fruit salad and butter for the small loaf of fresh-baked bread. She laid everything out, popped the champagne and poured full a big stemmed water glass. Ignoring her own chair for the moment, she perched on the heavy frame of Karl’s and pulled her makeshift table closer.

“I thought we’d have a little class with lunch today. My report was very well received darling, thanks particularly to your courage. So here’s to you little slut, and to me, and to the rest of this once-in-a-lifetime experience we are sharing. I couldn’t be happier with you right now.”

Doreen drank, and tipped the glass for Karl. Then she kissed him in a mingling of champagne sweetness.

“I’m starved, how about you? Usually we’re still playing on the mat or working out for another good hour or two before eating. I guess the day’s got my appetites up. How about you?”

“I’m with you beautiful: exhilarated yet ravenous. I wouldn’t mind some more of that champagne either. Something tells me there’s a thirsty day ahead.”

“Just remember we don’t have the plumbing hooked up. Give me fair warning to shove the urinal in there if you feel contractions. We don’t want to have to dunk you in the pond.”

“You can count on me, baby! Let’s eat.”

“Yes, let’s.”

Lunch with Doreen was always a treat. This was a feast. At last stuffed and a bit tipsy, they kissed over splitting the last sauce-smeared shrimp – a bit smarmy too perhaps, but Doreen was feeling giddy and Karl was too young and love-struck to judge. Everything was cleared away but the remains of the fruit and champagne, and they settled in to enjoy the sun.

Karl voided so they wouldn’t have to worry about it for awhile. Doreen moved a robe and towel into reach in the unlikely event of interruption.

Karl kept hoping for those missionaries, just for the hilarity factor. He pictured sitting a couple of them down and sincerely urging them to throw away all their beliefs and join him in worshipping the Goddess. Perhaps he could even arrange a paddling to convince them.

The grin died on his lips as the deity in question stripped off her shoes and spandex. As Karl tried hard to respectfully admire rather than gawk like an awestruck boy, she plucked up a bottle of tanning oil. Naked she turned to him. Then in one of her frequent if unexpected gestures meant to demean him Nurse Drake held that cylindrical squeeze bottle at her crotch and worked it briskly, pumping gouts all over him. Hot from sitting in the sun, thick and slippery yet runny, the oil soaked him from his nascent erection on up, a final spurt splatting suggestively against his furiously blushing face. Perhaps this was payback for his lapse in formality. Grinning her special look at him, Doreen leaned over to smear the mess all around and rub it in.

Between the depth of his degradation, the feel of her hands skating over him and the dangling dance of her bare breasts just above him, Karl was enraptured already. When she worked the oil into his genitals with her usual marathon monster-baiting he reveled throughout as always though he wanted to weep and rail too. But at last he was given a respite, and not just from manual manipulation.

After him Doreen oiled her own flawless nudity. That was something to both soberly marvel over and gawk unabashedly at. Then she popped in a pair of ear-buds, started music playing and at last slouched in her own sling chair. Her eyes slipped closed and she began to hum as she soaked up the sun.

Karl was unperturbed (nay, he was delighted) to be left without media of his own. This was a respite not only from maddening stimulation, electrically-driven exercise and alertness and the usual afternoon’s corporal punishment, but from the same four walls and tedious videos. Diversion would not be a problem here. This was a situation where it was sublime to merely be alive. Nature provided her own entertainment, and one’s dozy naked love company enough.

The heron maintained its steely-eyed vigil. Other waterfowl lurked, displayed, hunted or came and went – nothing as magnificent as the heron yet, but ducks put on a welcome show with their squabbling. A couple different kinds of stork put in an appearance, and there were lovely little raptors in the form of songbirds always flitting about snapping up insects. Yet these weren’t the only aerial predators. The terror of the arthropoda, iridescent dragonflies hovered and darted around like miniature Apache gunships. As always Karl tried to imagine their Carboniferous ancestors: three-foot wingspans, bodies the size of his fist and forearm! He shook his head.

Like almost all boys Karl had loved dinosaurs as a kid and had read extensively about prehistoric life. It still amazed him to spy out frogs crouching along the weedy shore and think that here was an animal that had remained essentially unchanged for four hundred million years. Almost as ancient as the frog, a turtle sat basking on a log. But of course there was carnage in the sea long before even plants emerged on land. Regular swirls and splashes denoted fish taking bugs from the surface, and where the sun wasn’t glaring off the water Karl saw the occasional largemouth patrolling. In short he had his own private nature program, with no commercials every seven minutes and no obnoxious host inserting himself into the action.

Karl couldn’t stand that either. Until Steve Irwin was actually killed he used to root for the snakes and crocodiles. It was almost as bad as a Playboy video that showed endless shots of hair stylists, makeup artists and camera men. Yeah, we know you have a great job, but we’re not interested in you. We’re paying to see awesome beauty, not the lucky schmucks tasked with filming it. Cash your paycheck and get out of the frame!

Now whenever Karl wanted to see exquisite natural scenery of that sort he merely had to turn his head. Naked but for her ear-buds he had the most desirable woman in the entire world lounging right next to him. For what must have been an hour or more he was in unadulterated bliss, enjoying his day outside to the fullest. Inevitably however a growing spice of suffering was added the experience. Even a celebration must contribute to his atonement, and Karl understood that this day of blessedness was easing him into his most challenging ordeal yet. Girding himself for it, tingling with a perversely excited anticipation, he welcomed the slow shift from beneficence to punishment bestowed by the goddess above.

Sol was unrelenting, fierce and fatal as a valkyrie. Karl’s only exposure to her in two years was through an oft-polarized skylight. Now she flamed in his four-limbed embrace. Pallid save for fading whip welts, his exposed skin had gone from fish-belly to flagrantly flushed.

Doreen seemed unaffected, the fire of her pantheon-member soaking harmlessly into her existing tan. They were all one Goddess in the end. In contrast Karl’s tender immobility was scourged ever more ferociously throughout the afternoon. His burning skin hurt, especially his penis, and in a cumulative way that had him silently, ever more fervently praying for a single passing cloud. Mercy was nonexistent however, and so he again girded himself for endurance. He was woozy and cotton-mouthed from the champagne and yet never raised a whimper when Doreen began to fish out pieces of fruit and sip from their glass once the most direct rays were past. She ignored him simmering there next to her in ever more obvious distress until his sense of degradation in her presence eventually brought back his erection. Noting this she at last pulled out the ear-buds and rose, the final cube of pineapple in her hand.

“That was a good start. Now let’s have some fun with you!”

She crouched next to him and mashed that dripping fruit against his seared-red glans. Juice ran soothingly down the shaft and then Doreen was engulfing him sticky pulp and all.

The usual interminable pleasuring followed, with Karl brought right to the brink repeatedly. Of course each time Doreen paused at the penultimate instant to sip champagne, finally share some, and then resume her impossibly slow and sensuous pleasuring. Much as she enjoyed this however her head was between her patient’s privates and the sun. At last Nurse Drake rose up to assess his condition.

“You’re getting sunburned, darling, just as promised. Normally this would be a bad thing, and as a nurse I would urge you indoors immediately. But yours is a different case is it not? We can find atonement uses for a moderate-to-severe sunburn. And getting one of those once or twice while they were young never killed anyone I ever heard of.”

“I agree, ma’am.”

“Good boy. I won’t let you get unduly damaged.”

“I trust you, my goddess.”

“Let’s get you oiled up again then, and get me out of the way. Then I simply have to play with my favorite monster some more.”

Once again Doreen held that bottle in phallic fashion as she mimed peeing or ejaculating all over her little slut. Driven to abase himself as always, Karl held his face forth to be defiled this time. Then he groaned with both pain and momentary relief (and continuing rapture) as her strong firm hands worked the oil slowly into him. Finally Nurse Drake was perched next to him on the arm of the chair again, her shadow falling the other way and only her forearm obstructing a bit of sun at his hip. With her bare tits jiggling and her oil-slick fist briskly pumping its grip, she proceeded to add more endless maddening incentive to Karl’s quarterly reward.

So went his day in the sun. Slouched splayed out for uninterrupted hours he roasted in ever-growing agony while Nurse Drake either methodically or delightedly baited the burning monster. Pausing often to share the champagne, oil up his genitals again or let them pulse and strain insanely while the imminence of orgasm reluctantly receded, she tortured as much as titillated that increasingly sunburned organ.

Finally the champagne was finished however, and her normally indefatigable arm getting tired. The afternoon was getting along and getting hotter. Both of them were sweaty and panting – particularly poor Karl of course. So she wrung the monster’s neck right to the brink one last time before allowing another temporary respite.

Karl gasped and quivered and mentally tore his hair out when he was left once again churning just short of eruption. Sol was broiling him in all his other juices, what harm could adding a few more do?

Whether she read this weakening or not, Doreen turned her back on it. She rose, and without further word or glance moved to the end of the dock. There she dove fearlessly out into the water. Without touching bottom she struck out in a powerful stroke and was soon doing laps back and forth.

Karl watched and roasted, his overworked penis at last slumping in exhaustion.

This was already inflamed as well as sunburned, and responded to the lapse of hours of almost constant stimulation perhaps predictably. His bladder contracted; half a magnum of champagne pushing all the other fluids in his body ahead of it on its way through. Though it was useless he hollered for his nurse as he’d been told.

“We have plumbing trouble!”

Doreen heard. She raised and waved her arm in a dismissive gesture. Then she continued swimming.

Clearly she judged trying to preempt things folly. Perhaps this was his punishment for briefly weakening. He’d been left to soil himself and await his own dunk in the pond – which did look surprisingly clean for its modest size. Burning anew, this time with degradation he did his best to separate from his submissive rapture, he at least had the relief of seeing he’d shrunk up pointing pretty much outward.

With any luck he should avoid doing to his own face what Nurse Drake had teasingly simulated. Karl sweated and roasted and closed his eyes. It arced out between his feet and pattered on the weather-treated boards. Some unavoidably ran down into the sling though. That sucked, but it wasn’t the first time. He took refuge in his semi-drunkenness and heat-lethargy to slip away from the smell and wet into a sweltering, suffering, skin-searing sense of dislocation. He was conscious yet barely sentient when Doreen finally finished her swim.

Karl fought to focus. She climbed back onto the dock, wet and sleek and desirable beyond description. Moved by this vision, he marshaled his faculties in time to see her dip a bucket. That brought him scrambling back to alertness as she approached with it.

“Brace yourself, sweetie!”

Karl barely had time to before that gallon of water was flung over his baking body. When it hit he gasped and flopped and jittered like a smack addict with the involuntary muscular reaction. His heart stuttered a moment, but was young and strong enough to shrug it off. Mostly he felt a relief from the heat that was practically orgasmic in intensity. When he’d gasped his breath back and his limbs stopped doing the funky chicken he was effusive in his gratitude.

“Thank you so much, ma’am! I’ve been cooking out here.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t think you’re quite done yet.” Doreen was already using another bucket to sluice clean the dock he’d defiled. Now she cast a critical eye over the redness of his flesh. “Thanks to that oil we’ve been able to moderate the burn. It’s nowhere near the dangerous stage yet. I think you’ll be fine out here for the rest of the day; the really direct rays are long gone. I have to go inside and do some dinner prep, see to a few other things.”

She set down the bucket and slipped into her robe.

Again this was teasingly short and clinging white silk, if heavier than her night uniform. Again it was marked by that personal badge of authority: the first aid symbol subordinate yet integral to the female. Carefully Nurse Drake fixed his akimbo limbs, making him Sol’s little slut again, hers to torture until her chariot reached the rim of the world. She turned his roasting rack, err…sling chair so that he would face her directly for the longest possible time as she arced overhead. The only concession made to compassion was when Nurse Drake leaned the urinal against his crotch and slipped the sleeping monster inside.

Now it was safe from further damage. And as long as no erection disturbed things he should remain clean through any further voiding. A quick kiss on his chapped lips and Karl’s Goddess left him to her solar incarnation.

“Sit tight, darling. Enjoy your day in the sun. I’ll be back in a couple hours with supper.”

“Thank you, Nurse Drake. I love you.”

“I love you too, little slut. See you later.”