Chapter Forty-Four

With clear and undeniable healing achieved and an enormously impactful and rewarding new way of making love discovered, with a strategy in place for the approaching endgame, Karl and Nurse Drake poured everything they had into his treatment as the last eighth of his stay ticked away. Circumstances had altered somewhat, and their always fanatically dedicated efforts were adjusted accordingly.

Procedures were simplified by Karl’s conquest over his bladder. No longer did they have to plan everything around the possibility that he might suddenly pee all over the place. No more catheters! (A flourish of trumpets). Of course this removed one of his most important penis tortures, but it had been long since Karl dreamed of castration.

Either his subconscious was satisfied on that score or all the fantasy-sharing about Doreen smugly locking him up forever had robbed the urge of its power. Or perhaps that need had simply ceded primacy to the even more imperative one currently being so extravagantly sated. To be safe they increased the amount of FNS and the other punishments the monster suffered considerably. In fact traditional discipline with cane or whip was mostly phased out altogether in favor of this. Aside from occasional bed-play mere beatings now seemed superfluous, freeing them to concentrate on what they considered truly key to his recovery.

Control of his bladder was one thing, his bowels another. The second half of his eliminatory regime remained unchanged: a grueling, hugely distressing battle to birth boulders. Bathing and grooming proceeded as always too, though there was a lot more shaving involved these days. For Doreen it was worth the extra effort to have her sexy little slut all sleek and smooth to her touch from underarms to ankles. She also enjoyed taking the time to braid his hair in whatever style struck her fancy, as well as paint his toenails, which she did more in the spirit of fun than in any further attempt to demean him. Karl had grown past that kind of humiliation anyway, and good for him. It was hard to get worked up about a little superficial feminization when you were taking it like a bitch ten times a day. It even helped keep him in the mood for her, much like the hideously uncomfortable plug kept him dilated during atonement intermissions.

They still did his daily medical check, recording everything faithfully. This had come to involve a rectal exam as well, to ensure that he wasn’t being damaged – or at least damaged faster than he could heal. Once this was confirmed they proceeded as before with his stretching and physical therapy.

Karl had more range of motion than most able-bodied people, and the atrophy in his muscles had been reversed. Once he overcame his inner weakness it should take only a couple weeks to return him to completely normal function. To that end they worked next.

After lunch and until dinner they devoted entirely to treatment, with his various atonement and indoctrination sessions now melded together. Karl endured discipline, demeaning, bondage, and the ruthless torture electrical and otherwise of his most erogenous flesh. And all of this alternated or occurred concurrently with the ever more demanding depredations of big pink.

After dinner Karl watched TV and movies, read or surfed the web while Doreen did her paperwork and housework. As soon as she was free she rejoined him and they talked and shared entertainment and more often than not made married-couple love before cuddling up to sleep. Only from that point did events refuse to proceed satisfactorily.

Eager to try directing his dreams, Karl found himself with none worth directing.

As before, if he dreamed, he didn’t remember it. If he remembered it, he only realized it was a dream upon waking up from it. If it was a lucid dream, it was always about something enigmatic or trivial. If was a sexy lucid dream, it left him no conceivable way to intervene.

He dreamed he was down at the waterfront, watching giant pilings being driven for a new pier. He was a public spectacle, elaborately tied-up and sitting impaled on a fencepost, fighting an agonizing yet exciting battle against gravity while thousands jeered and laughed. He dreamed of the time maybe ten years ago when one of the neighborhood kids had wanted to play doctor with him and he had retreated uneasily, excited yet repelled. He dreamed he was bound on his knees beside this very bed, an elaborately feminized chambermaid, his eternally caged penis impaled on a hundred points and screaming with forever unrelieved pain and need as he watched glorious Mistress Doreen wildly riding some impossibly rich and virile (and lucky) older guy, dreading the cleanup duties that awaited him when they were done…

All these dreams had psychosexual components to varying degree. But none would suit to lure the ghost from hiding. Finally in a paradoxical reversal of fortune Karl had a dream with no sexual element at all. He dreamed he was one of those Rugby players who’d had to turn cannibal while stranded in the Andes – Doreen and he had just watched the movie Alive.

He was going around the bedraggled lot kicking ass, telling the others to stop being such whiny pussies, that their precious god wasn’t up there and wasn’t going to help them no matter how many times they said the rosary. He told them what was obvious to anyone who knew the story: that if Fernando Parrada didn’t have balls like bunker-busters they all would have died no matter what they forced themselves to eat.

This last dream he finally managed to affect. Once he realized he was dreaming, Karl remembered his job immediately. To forestall the bickering he’d found so annoying in the movie, he intervened in the argument over the radio.

The plane crash survivors had wasted enormous effort and indulged in needless acrimony trying to mate the plane’s radio to the batteries they’d salvaged from the separated tail. Karl, who had read the Piers Paul Read novel, knew what the vexed kids did not: the transmitter was AC and the batteries DC. It would never work no matter how long they fucked with it; they needed an inverter. Furthermore, there was no need to trek over the mountains to Chile at all. Five miles the other way was a road and a hotel, which though closed for the winter would provide shelter and canned food until spring. All they’d have to do is find it and break in.

Karl explained all this, quieted the miserable bickering, and they began organizing to search for the hotel. Ethan Hawke (the hero Parrada from the movie) clapped him gratefully on the back. Excited by his success, Karl awoke before anything further could happen. But he’d at least confirmed his ability to direct his dreams. This was worth waking his nurse for.

“Open dream log.” He called out to the laptop on the bedside table. “Start recording.”

Doreen’s eyes opened. Lying breast-to-breast with him in the dark, she listened as he detailed the dream for the record. When he related his accomplishment she cheered silently, those eyes just eating him up. Under the coverlet a hand shifted down to wake the monster, gripping and stroking. Karl barely had a chance to finish before she had him gasping.

“Stop recording. Close file.”

“Darling, how fantastic! Well done! Another step in the right direction! Oh, how I would love to fuck you in celebration right now! But my little slut is all hogtied up, isn’t he? His succulent little fuck-hole is blocked by his bound hands and feet.”

“I was under the impression that Nurse Drake was so good with ropes that despite the fact her property is severely and inescapably restrained, one tug on the right cord would let his bound legs down for moonlight spooning.”

“That is true. However I think an even greater reward is appropriate here, and it will save me the trouble of rolling my little slut over. Since orgasm denial has served its purpose, and the little slut comes closer to worthiness all the time, I think we can bend the rules here darling. Enjoy ejaculating, my brave young slave.”

Her pumping hand gripped harder, flogged him faster. Drowning in those warmly approving eyes, Karl soared on euphoria, panted in animal excitement, moaned in distress when Doreen slowed at the penultimate moment and then cried out wrenchingly when she suddenly sped up again and jerked him almost savagely off.

Moaning in aftermath, Karl watched her licking his semen from her hand.

“I’d offer you some, little slut, but you’ve had your treat for the night. This one’s all mine, so sorry.”

“You are welcome to it, Goddess. Thank you.”

“You earned it, darling. Now, you will keep practicing at every opportunity, yes? And when the right dream comes you will be ready.”

“Yes I will, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Let’s go back to sleep then. We have the bowel routine in the morning. And you’ve begun enjoying your punishment fucks too much. As much as I love big pink and what she does for my clit – and how real she looks pumping in and out of your ass and mouth – we need to move up to something more challenging.”

“Okay, mistress. I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight now.”

In the morning Nurse Drake strutted out to pull the thermometer and finish the medical check with one big change to her uniform.

Gone were the latex hot pants, integral big pink and the twins. (This is what she’d named the balls he so liked to suck on). Instead she was naked from midriff to leggings, wearing only a classic strap-on harnessed about her crotch.

Again cast to an uneasy exactitude right to the testicles resting against her clit, this was an off-white silicone undoubtedly harder than the rubber of big pink. That brutish butch might have to be redubbed ‘middling pink’ however. This cock was about an inch longer and another half that in girth: a challenge indeed, but not one Karl was daunted by. Later, when he swung swaybacked from steel and black rubber, more black rubber plastered all over his most sensitive areas delivering incredibly potent shocks, while his mistress lashed him occasionally with the riding crop in her hand and bludgeoned that new monster manically into him, he was nevertheless quickly put back into touch with that inner rape victim.

He never hated or complained of course. But oh how he preferred big pink, or better the slender loving feeldoe! It took Karl more than a week of being pounded with this for atonement to begin to slide back into incentive. And then they merely sized up again.

With three weeks to go until Nurse Drake had to either report success or turn Karl over to the state home she began using an even harder black plastic ten-by-two incher. As that week passed and his recovery remained stalled (he actually dreamed of Krista and the courtyard once but was so excited upon lucidity he stupidly awoke), Doreen betrayed her first real concern with the ferocity with which she wielded this.

Addict that he was however Karl again soon grew to crave even his most demanding ordeals with even bad black. Exhausted Doreen joked that she needed to build some kind of a fucking machine, and right away Karl wryly recommended she mount her dildo on the end of a reciprocating saw. As she happened to have one in the garage this was soon accomplished. The big-mouthed little slut found himself hammered with that hard ten inches at superhuman speeds interminably as his too-weary-to-fuck nurse turned it back and forth and pushed it ever deeper.

This kept him properly suffering anally up until the last week. Of course at the same time they enjoyed the fabulous feeldoe at night, consensual love-making of the far more impactful kind. Finally, with time truly running out and little left to try if his subconscious continued to not cooperate, Nurse Drake opted for the most formidable phallus she owned. Testing and honoring her patient extremely, she again stepped up her madly passionate effort to pound a new and far better Karl out of the wreckage of the old.

Little slut was slouched stretch-splayed on the weight bench. His posture was a careful similitude of the obstetrics table from his dream, and for good reason. That Nurse Drake, the one his subconscious had craved from the beginning, had threatened him with an absolute behemoth of a penis. It was time to follow through.

When she stepped back into his line of vision, Karl almost dropped the cock in his mouth. Body jerking erratically as shocks automatically savaged his nipples and genitals, he goggled like he had when she showed him his joking suggestion of the reciprocating prick realized.

Maybe the cock she now sported wasn’t quite as big as the one he’d dreamed of, but she had no wish to render him permanently incontinent. It was plenty big enough, and so magnificent that it might be what he needed to inspire his dreams.

“Do you like it, little slut? It was a gift from the older gentleman who left me the bequest to remodel the house. It’s an antique, from Japan, carved from an elephant tusk.”

Karl was still goggling. A foot or more of bone-bard ivory, hand-carved to supra-realism, the object curving up from the sturdy leather harness needed to support it was as much expensive work of art as devastatingly overlarge dildo. As big around as his forearm, it promised to stretch him like disimpacting and plumb him deeper than the fuck-machine. He whimpered helplessly.

“It looks incredible on you, ma’am. You both should be in a museum somewhere. That would certainly be easier on me, I fear.”

“You fear correctly, darling. I’ve got one week left to work on you, and I’m going work extremely hard.”

“Do what you must, Nurse Drake.’ Karl was blubbering already in awe, terror, and insane craving. “You and Krista both have my eager submission.”

“Dream of this, then. And dream of coming while Krista gives it to you.”

Soon Karl had all the excruciating experience he needed to give such a dream the convincing texture of reality. Even heavily lubricated and widely dilated, taking that curved, carved tusk in its entirety was the most excruciating thing he’d yet endured. Being savagely pounded with it to the limits of his mistress’ stamina four and five times a day was initially far so beyond the limits of his enjoyment that he looked back with longing on the insane pneumatic hammering of the reciprocating prick. For four days Nurse Drake used giant ivory and FNS in a final desperate frenzy that left him so broken and debilitated that he slept like a log every night. Finally, three days before his birthday and a lifetime date with the surely less endowed but far more repellent sodomites at the state home, she ceased treatment entirely and left it all up to him.