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From: shattered_mind@hotmail.com (SJTJ)
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Subject: {ASSM} A Touch of Art - Chap. 4 (F+/M, Fdom, bd, exhib, cbt)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 11:10:04 -0400
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This story is incomplete. Any comments or constructive criticism is 
welcome.

If I get enough of a response I will continue this story.

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Copyright information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (aka Naive). 
No one has the right to alter distribute or sell this story with out my 
written permission. I do hear by give the right to copy, give, or display 
this story to anyone who wants it. Changes and follow-up stories should 
have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as 
long as it does not change the ideas or concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story may contain violence and sexual content. If 
this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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A Touch of Art (Chapter 4)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

    Roger sat on the hard concrete steps on the side of the building. His 
car only a hundred yards away, but with no keys it might as well have been 
a thousand miles. A cold breeze, shifted his mussed black hair. He was glad 
that he had the woven blanket at least. After he had run from down the 
stairs and was sure that he was away from them his adrenaline ran out. His 
energy died to and his legs became the wobbly Jell-O from before. It was 
hard to think. What was he suppose to do now. He could call his parents, 
but that would be just to embarrassing at the moment; that only left one 
option - the police. He knew that a police call box was just around the 
corner, but it was hard, even in the cold of the night, to get the energy 
to move. He sat there and watched the twinkling stars, until he heard a car 
drive up. That was the last of the motivation he needed to move. Roger 
staggered to his feet and started moving towards the front of the building. 
He was still having a bit of a time trying to focus his eyes, and his 
balance was atrocious. After only a few steps he tumbled into the wet grass 
onto his hands and knees. His energy sapped away from his tirade.

    "Are you all right?" Came a soft feminine voice from his side. Roger 
almost leapt away, but a hand on his back stopped him. "Sorry, I didn't 
mean to frighten you." A pretty young woman with fiery red hair and hazel 
eyes knelt beside him. She gave him a concerned little smile. "Can I help 
you, I'm a doctor?"

    "Can you help me to that call box over there?" Roger pointed to the 
light-pole with the bright yellow box attached to it. With a little nod she 
helped Roger to his feet. The woman had strong arms, he could feel them 
against his back and under his arm draped over her shoulder.

    "May I ask your name?" Her voice soft, but strong.
    
    "I'm Roger." Roger tried to give a little smile, but he just didn't 
feel like he could.

    "I'm Geri." The woman looked deep into his eyes for a second, but saw 
nothing. "So, Roger what happened to you?"

    "It's a long story." Roger sighed. "I just need to get to the police. 
They'll know what to do." Roger staggered a bit as a wave of dizziness hit 
him.

    "What you need is a hospital at the moment. Let me take you there, you 
can call the police then." Roger stopped and looked at her. Another wave 
hit him; he would of collapsed right there if Geri hadn't held him up.

    "Okay." Roger nodded. He wasn't sure how long he'd be conscious. "But 
if I pass out will you call the police for me."

    "Of course, Roger." Geri smiled. "Now lets get you to my car." With a 
little work she got him to the car and started driving. "So, can you tell 
me how you ended up outside in just a blanket?" Roger nodded and told her 
that he had been hurt and kidnapped, all the rest was too embarrassing to 
tell. Roger leaned back in the chair and quickly fell asleep.

    Roger woke with a little shake. Geri smiled at him as she leaned beside 
him. The car door was open and a dark building stood menacingly behind her. 
Geri started showing him fingers making him count them as she held them in 
front of him. She looked a little concerned.

    "I brought you to my clinic it was closer." She said waving to the 
building behind her. "I got concerned when you passed out in the car. My 
clinic is much closer then the hospital. Let's get you inside so I can 
check you out." Geri helped Roger to his feet and led him into the dark 
building. Just the emergency light in the waiting room lit the building. 
Geri fumbled with her keys searching for the right one. Roger noticed that 
she had to have thirty or more keys, and a small taser hanging from the 
chain. Geri helped Roger into one of the examination rooms and flipped on 
the light. "Just take off that blanket and hop up onto the table I'll be 
right back." Roger sighed with a blush but did as she asked. He felt silly 
sitting nude on the crunching paper of the examination table. The room was 
a horrible shade of orange and had pictures of dinosaurs playing all over 
the walls. A small box of toys sat in the corner, next to a small set of 
table and chairs. Roger looked at the little books spread across the table; 
'Little Red Riding Hood', 'The train that could', and an assortment of 
other fairy tales. Of all rooms, he had to get placed in one for children.

    Geri hung up the phone and pulled on her white robe, straitening her 
name tag. She gave a little smile as she looked in the mirror. She loved 
being a doctor, today would be one of the reasons. Grabbing her tray she 
walked back to the room. she took a second to get the grave professional 
look back on, but a light danced in her eyes that wouldn't go away. She 
opened the door and walked in. Roger couldn't help but blush, his hands 
sitting in his lap.

    "All right Roger, stand up for me." she held out a hand to help him up. 
Roger grabbed it and stepped down, holding his groin tight in his other 
hand. Geri smiled, he was so cute and shy. Quickly she pushed it away. 
Putting the stethoscope in her ears she looked at him up and down. He was 
well sculpted and he had a nice tan all over. She was sure that he must go 
to the tanning booths. "Stand up strait for me, hands by your side." 
Roger's shade darkened as he blushed from head to toe, but he did as she 
said. He had never gone to a female doctor before, it was too degrading to 
think about. Roger stared at the wall as she placed the stethoscope to his 
chest and told him to breath. With a little not she took them off, and 
picked up a little pin light. Holding his lids open she started shining it 
back and forth into his eyes as she peered into them. "Hmm, looks like you 
have a minor concussion. Tell me what happened." Roger blanched as she 
asked.

    "I can't." Roger looked ashamed. He couldn't tell her what happened.

    "Your going to have to. I examined you." She smiled inside watching him 
fidget as he stood there. "You see they're going to ask me what I found. I 
have to know what to look for to tell them." Roger blushed as he started 
telling her the story. He froze as she leaned down and rubbed the smooth 
shaved skin above his penis. "Please go on. I have to continue my 
examination." She looked up at him with a smile. "Lets just have a seat 
while I do this." She helped him back onto the table and pushed him down 
softly into a lying position. Roger continued with his eyes closed, it was 
humiliating tell her what happened, but he had no choice. Roger could feel 
blood rushing to his groin as she rubbed the sensitive skin around his 
groin and scrotum. He tried to concentrate on anything else, but nothing 
seemed to stop his erection. He could feel her hands touching his skin, 
rubbing her finger over his glans.

    "Do you have to do that?" Roger whispered hoarsely.
    
    "I'm sorry Roger, but I have to examine the area." Geri smiled. "But 
that will do for now. Let me check that arm of yours. It sounds like you 
might have hurt it." Roger sat up and looked at her. A deep red blush 
seemed to burn across his face as his erection seemed to point right at 
her. Roger cast his eyes down at the ground ashamed of his own body. Roger 
yelped as a rush a pain flooded through him as Geri pulled on his arm a 
bit: he hadn't even realized that it was hurting as much as it was. "I 
guess that you've fractured one of your bones, I think we're going to need 
to put a cast on it. Come with me." It didn't take long for Geri to do it, 
but to Roger it seemed to last forever. Standing around naked was just not 
normal for him.

    "Can I help Doctor?" A petite little voice spoke from the door. A young 
brunette stood in the door she couldn't have been taller then 5'4", at 
least two inches shorter then Geri. She had large brown eyes with long 
lashes, wich matched her long hair; tied into a pony tail it draped over 
her shoulder down to her waist. Her fingers twisting and running through 
it.

    "Ah, Marry. I'm so glad that your here." Geri smiled. Roger shaded 
three shades darker and put his hand over his groin. "Could you finish this 
up while I prep the room for the rest of his exam?"

    "Of course doctor." Marry walked over and took Geri's place. She smiled 
at Roger and continued fixing the cast. "Hi, my names Marry, and you are?"

    "Roger." Roger glanced into her eyes for a second then started 
following the patterns on the tile floor.

    "Pleased to meet you Roger." Marry smiled brightly. "I'm sure that Geri 
will have the room ready in a moment." Rubbing on the last of the plaster. 
"I've been told that you were not doing too well. Has your balance gotten 
any better?"

    "Yes ma'am." Roger managed to stammer out. "Who told you?"

    "Oh, the Doctor called me. She thought that she might need some help." 
Just then Geri walked back in.

    "Rooms all ready Roger. Please follow me." Geri waved her hand towards 
the hall and started walking towards the back. Roger started to follow. He 
looked back and saw Marry washing the last of the plaster from her hands. 
Roger turned and followed Geri down to a room at the very back. She opened 
the door and gestured for him to enter.

    The room was dark blue and the was a large bed with rails on the side. 
Roger gave Geri a questioning look. "So, you can rest Roger while the 
police get here. After we finish the examination I'm sure it won't take 
long for them to get here, but we don't want you to pass out and hurt 
yourself worse." Roger sighed and entered. "Just jump up there on the bed 
and Marry will be in here in a second to take care of you. I have to go 
make that call." Roger crawled up onto the bed his legs swing off the end. 
Marry came in with a blue tray, in hand. She placed it on the counter and 
pulled out a small bottle of cream. She turned and studied Roger with her 
eyes. He was quite handsome with a good body. She knew that the long night 
was going to be very worth while.

    "Please spread your legs and move your hand please." Marry said as she 
stood before him. Roger blushed and shook his head. "Come on Roger, I have 
to put this on you. Doctor's orders." He couldn't believe the level of 
humiliation he was having to go through over the last couple days. But, he 
did as ordered. Marry pulled a small stool over and sat between Roger's 
thighs. Lightly she took the cream onto her fingers, and started rubbing it 
into his pubic area. Roger closed his eyes. Marry placed her hand on his 
chest and pushed back softly making him lie down. Her soft fingers ran down 
his belly and back to his pubic area. Her fingers moving in slow deliberate 
circles, working the lotion into his skin. "This should help the razor 
burn." Roger couldn't help getting semi-erect as her fingers massaged his 
flesh. He gasped as she pinched his glans pulling his penis out of the way 
as she rubbed in the lotion. His body reacted to her touch like wild fire, 
slamming him to a full erection in her hand. Roger could feel tears welling 
in his eyes, his dignity slowly being stripped away. Marry took some more 
lotion on her hands and started to rub it into his scrotum and the area 
between his sac and bottom. Roger turned his head to the side, his body 
become aroused by her touch. Her fingers squeezing and rubbing the lotion 
into him. Pulling his soft balls to the bottom of his sack, caressing the 
lotion in to his skin. Her other hand wrapping slowly around his shaft, 
twisting and stroking the lotion in to it. Her palm slid over his glans and 
massaging it. He could feel the lips of his penis opening, as her palm 
moved in circles over his head. Them her hand moved back to his shaft 
twisting around it like she was opening a cap.

    "Please ... stop ..." Roger gasped, his body awash with sensation.
    
    "Shh, let it go Roger." Marry whispered as she quickened her pace. Her 
hand pulling his testicles tight in his sac; squeezing them in small pulses 
as she stroked his shaft faster. Gripping his member tight she let her 
thumb stroke his glans, letting her nail spread him open with each little 
circle. His member pulsing against her palm. With a few quick strokes she 
could feel his body tightening, begging for release. Roger's chest heaved 
with ragged breaths. His pulse out of control. His fingers digging into the 
sheets. His body trembled as spurt after spurt of semen shot from him. 
Marry continued stroking, milking him. Her other hand squeezing his balls 
tight, in her smooth little hands. Trying to drain every last drop from 
them. Roger's body ached with pleasure and pain. Humiliation and fear. 
Tears ran down his face as he laid there, spent. "It's all right." Marry 
rubbed the back of her hand over his cheek and let her palm rest on his 
chest. "Your a very good boy." Marry leaned down and kissed him. "Just 
relax it's all over."

    "Ah, very good, Marry." Geri said from the door. "Now go wash up I have 
to finish my exam." Marry smiled and left Geri alone with Roger, still 
sobbing quietly on the bed. "Shh, quiet." She said gently. "Everything's 
going to be fine." Putting her finger on his trembling lips. "Open your 
eyes for me." Geri smiled as he slowly looked up into hers. "I'm going to 
give you a little shot to help with infections. So, your going to have to 
turn over for me." Roger nodded slowly and flipped onto his chest. "You 
know I'm so glad that I found you." Roger felt the prick of the needle as 
it sank into his bottom. "I was a little afraid that you might recognize me 
at first. But I could tell when you saw me you had no idea who I was." 
Roger felt the hot fluid pain as she pressed down the plunger slowly. 
"Ronda is so happy that you didn't get away." Roger's eyes shot open. He 
knew her, he remembered her. She was in that memory that kept slipping 
away. She was one of them. Roger pushed himself off the bed and stood there 
looking at her. Ripping the sheet from the bed he wrapped it around himself 
and walked to the door. A strange feeling hit him, he felt week. His vision 
started to blur out. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth. He had to lean 
on the wall to stay standing. He mind screamed in frustration, as his body 
slid down the wall and collapsed into unconsciousness.

       Ronda and Sara walked into the room. A little smile passed between 
them. The only problem they had to deal with now was hiding what happened 
to him. After a small discussion they decided to make it look like a 
kidnapping. They would all cover for one another. Yesterday was Roger's 
last day of freedom. From now on he would be property, trained to serve. He 
was now truly a slave.
   
(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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