


                LAKEWOOD'S COSTUME SHOP III:

                 DENISE TAKES HER MEDICINE

                            by

                         Joe Doe



The warden had ordered the staff not to wear costumes on Halloween, 
but Denise didn't care.  The  nurse's costume was short, cute, and 
sexy as hell -– just the ticket to drive those convicts wild.

Denise was beautiful, and she knew it.  She loved prick teasing the 
helpless, frustrated inmates, and relished their looks when she 
crossed her thighs, or bent over to pick up the pencil she had 
"accidentally" dropped.  

As the prison psychiatrist, she was allowed to dress as a civilian. 
The warden  felt that Denise's antics increased the level of sexual 
violence in the prison.  But if that meant that some of the inmates 
would be forced to drink a certain beverage that Denise had never 
tasted, that wasn't really her problem, was it?

Denise had the fun.  Others paid the price.

She quickly got the warden hooked on barbiturates.  Now he was 
totally under her control, just like all the other men in the 
prison.

Denise relished her power and had developed special devices to 
maximize her sense of control.  Her latest "therapeutic" gadget 
was a chastity belt that delivered an electric shock when a 
prisoner had an "inappropriate sexual response."  

Or when Denise pressed the button on her remote.  Delightful!

Denise could mark the sexiness of her outfit by the number of 
screams from the cells as she paraded down the cell block.  

Poor dears!  Even with their willies locked up in her little 
fun house, they couldn't help but desire her.

ZAP!  

Arrr!  

ZAP!  

ARRR!

The belts were painful and demeaning, and Denise bolted men in for 
the most trivial offenses.  The convicts feared and despised her, 
but, as far as she was concerned, the only thing wrong with the 
belt was that every man in the world wasn't wearing one.

ZAP!

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Denise smiled as she walked back to the dressing room of Lakewood's 
Costume Shop.  She had spent all day yesterday installing new 
batteries, guaranteeing each of her Halloween victims a real 
"charge."

Her nurse costume would drive the sex starved convicts wild, and the 
humiliating belts would make it a Halloween of hell.  

Denise closed the door of the dressing room and opened the costume 
box.  Much to her surprise, the box contained not a nurse's 
costume, but a green, institutional hospital gown.  

A short, flimsy hospital gown...with only one tie in back.

Denise felt dizzy as the room dissolved in a blaze of purple 
lightning.

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"She's coming to, now.  Go slow...she seems disoriented."

Denise opened her eyes.  She was lying on a gurney in some sort of 
hospital treatment room.  Struggling to regain her bearings, she 
looked up at the doctor.

"Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.

Denise blinked.  "No...."

"Your name is Denise Rich.  You were a psychologist at a state 
prison, until you had a psychotic break with reality.  Now you're 
a patient at Oakwood Psychiatric Hospital."

Denise focused on the doctor.  It was Tom Braidwood...a doctor 
who had ended up doing 90 days at her prison for drunk driving.

Tom had the audacity to challenge her authority by using his 
medical skills to help the other prisoners.  Dr. Tom had 
cried like a baby when she had fastened him into his belt.

Denise raised her head.  Her sexy, stylish power suit was gone, 
and now she was wearing a short green hospital gown.  

And nothing else.

Seeing the door, she made her move.

But she was grabbed from behind by four strong men, dressed as 
orderlies.  She gasped as they threw her back onto the table. 

"Hold still, Denise.  We're need to examine you for contraband.  
Rufus, could you help her off with her things?"

She looked up.  Rufus, a big black buck who had been one of the 
first recipients of her dreaded belt, smiled down at her.  Denise 
looked around, in desperation.  

All five of the orderlies were "patients" at the prison.

Rufus grinned evilly at her as he whisked off her sole garment and 
tossed it casually into an overflowing hamper.

Denise, now totally naked, struggled on the table, but with 
convicts holding her wrists and ankles, all she could do was 
flop around, like a fish out of water. 

A buck naked, jiggly fish!

Dr. Tom strapped down her midsection, making resistance even more 
futile.  But her struggles began anew when he asked Rufus to "do 
the honors," and she saw the beaming black man reach for the box 
of rubber gloves....

"There, there, Denise," Tom said, in his most unctuous voice.  
"This is for your own good.  Remember, medicine is there to 
help us, not hurt us."

They were the same mocking words that she had used on HER squealing 
guinea pigs at the prison.  But as she watched Rufus carefully lube 
his fingers in preparation for her violation, the irony of the 
situation was lost on her.

"This will be a difficult transition for you, Denise," Dr. Tom 
said.  "But you have nothing more to worry about.  Your medical 
license has been suspended.  Jason Baywood, one of your former 
patients, is now your court-appointed trustee.  He's arranging 
the sale of your possessions to pay for your treatment here at 
Oakwood."

"You bastard!" Denise cried.  "Don't touch my things."

"They're not your things anymore, Denise.   The auction is on 
Saturday.  I think I'm going to bid on your armoire, and your 
personal papers.  The latter might come in handy if you ever 
try to get out of here, and we need to switch our approach 
from medical to criminal charges."

"But...my stocks...my retirement accounts!"

"All gone!" Tom said.  "You've been stripped of everything.  Your 
title, your career, your money...even your clothes.  I think I 
might bid on that hot little sports car of yours, too.  If you 
crawl up the walls of your padded cell, and look though the bars 
of your window, you'll just be able to see it in my reserved 
parking spot!"

"My car!"  Denise wailed.  

"Now, now, Denise," Tom patronized.  "Crazy people don't have 
driver's licenses, and they certainly are not allowed to drive.  
Yes, I'm going to enjoy tooling around in your cute little car, 
and owning your things.  Don't worry, though.  If you need a 
ride, I'm sure the boys here will be happy to oblige."

He nodded at Rufus.  "Go ahead, give the command."  

"Open, sesame!" Rufus grinned.  

Denise gasped as the convicts spread her legs and lifted her feet 
in the air, exposing her most intimate parts to Rufus's amused 
gaze.  

Denise struggled as Rufus slowly ran his greasy, gloved finger up 
her pussy lips.  Then, using his thumb and forefinger, he began to 
slowly masturbate her.

"Don't touch me!" she cried.  "Make him stop!"

"Hush, hush, Denise," Dr. Tom counseled.  "You need to understand 
that hot little pussy of yours belongs to us, too.  It's ours to 
stroke, and play with, and probe."

"She's juicing up!" Rufus chortled.

"I know that power games turn you on.  No secrets here, Denise," 
Tom explained.  "Not from me.  This whole place is nothing if not 
one big power game.  Only now it's the other side that has all the 
power."

Tom nodded, and Rufus began his cavity search.  Denise tried to 
wiggle free, but the leering, grinning convicts held her fast.  
Her toes scrunched and her muscles strained, but her legs remained 
spread shamefully wide for her "exam."

Rufus took his time, slowly masturbating her with his thumb.  
Denise bucked and squirmed as his long, dark fingers slowly 
wormed their way ever deeper into her.

As she bit her lip and tried to look away, Dr. Tom gently stroked 
her cheek.  "There, there, dear, it will be over soon.  We don't 
like this any better than you do, we're just doing our jobs."  

Denise's breathing intensified as her excitement grew.  Tom and the 
orderlies snickered at her arousal, but she was helpless to stop 
it.  She panted like a dog as the registered sex offender stroked 
her to a mind-numbing orgasm.

They all laughed heartily as she grunted through her orgasm.  "I 
wonder what the inmates would say, if they could see you flat on 
your back, feet in the air, humping Rufus's hand?  Well, we'll 
find out soon enough.  I've hired a lot of your former patients, 
and they're all anxious to get acquainted with your hot little 
snatch."  

Rufus gave Denise's clitoris a casual flick of his finger, and 
another spasm of pleasure racked her body."

"Please, Tom...um...Doctor.  I know we can work something out.  
If...."

You always have all the answers, don't you?" Tom chuckled.  "Well, 
you're my patient now, and I have some answers myself."

Tom gestured to the orderlies, and Denise was diapered.  Tom patted 
the baby/itching powder onto her cute little bottom himself.

Then came the straitjacket.  Rufus spent some time making sure that 
the crotch-strap was adjusted "properly."  It was tight, so it 
provided considerable stimulation, but, with the thickness of the 
diaper intervening, there just wasn't enough stimulation.  

"I think you'll appreciate this next item, Denise," Tom said.  I 
invented it myself -– just for you."  

He reached into the drawer and produced a large ball gag.  She 
tried to resist, but he easily slipped it into her mouth and 
buckled it around her head.  

"The cork in the center comes out like this.  It prevents you from 
biting down, but it leaves a nice big hole, so we can feed you."

Tom signaled to the orderlies, who forced Denise to her knees.  Tom 
unzipped his pants.  "There, there, Denise," he patronized.  "It's 
time for your medicine.  Get ready...because you're going to 
swallow every drop...."

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


Edited by C. Lakewood
