Special Treatment
“ I think you’re ready today...I’m gonna discharge you in an hour or so.”
“ But my back still hurts, my legs hurt...I can’t walk!”
“ Look.”, said the female doctor with assertion in her voice, “ All my tests indicate that there’s nothing wrong with you, in other words...it’s all in your head, get it!”
With surprise on his face, the elderly sixty eight year old man responded, “ I’m telling the truth, I’m not ready yet.”
After pulling the curtains all the way open, Dr. Isabel Sanders peered to the side, seeing that the other bed was vacant. Returning her attention to the old guy, she said, “ Mr. Hill, perhaps I didn’t make myself clear...there’s nothing wrong with you!”
“ Yes there is.”
Her patience stretched, the busy lady replied, “ Ok Jimmy...I’ll prove it to you, I’ll show you that you can walk.”
“ How?”, ask Jim Hill.
“ I’m simply gonna make you get up and walk across this hospital room, that’s all.”
“ But I can’t!”
“ Don’t worry, if you refuse to get up, then I’ll just give you a little help...if you know what I mean.”
For a second, the man stared into her dark eyes as the physician pushed her black shoulder length mane to one side. Measuring her off, his eyes went from her face all the way down to her highheeled black leather boots, presenting themselves directly below the bottom of her white lab coat.
“ Why are you in boots like that?”, inquired the old individual.
“ Because it’s only March and it’s raining outside today, why else?”, responded Isabel with frustration in her words.
Again he insisted, “ I still won’t be able to walk.”
Pressing her lips together, Isabel nodded her head sarcastically and slowly went over to the door, quietly closing it, making the chamber silent as all the noises from the hall disappeared.
When the entrance was shut, the lady quickly darted back to the guy and yelled, “ Listen you old fuck...I, together with all the nurses on this dam floor are sick of you..., complain, complain, complain...that’s all you’re good for; now, like I said before...it’s all in your head, you can walk, every test indicates you’re fine; now get off your dam ass and get up or I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”
In his older sounding voice, Jim said, “ You can’t talk to me that way...I’m old enough to be your grandfather.”
Folding her arms, the twenty nine year old doctor responded, “ I don’t give a shit if you’re older than Grant’s Tomb, you’re nothing but trouble, having you here another day is a Medicare rip off...not to mention the simple fact that you’re a pain in everyone’s ass.”
“ Please...,please, can I stay longer!”
Reaching into her coat, Isabel produced a pack of Winstons, removed a stick, and fired up, using a lighter from the same coat.
“ You mean you’re a doctor and you smoke?”, ask the man with wide open eyes.
“ I ain’t into all that politically correct shit about smoking being bad...smokers actually do the taxpayer a favor, most of them die before they can collect a huge amount of social security, not like you...just laying around as a useless piece of shit and giving everyone else a headache.”
“ I demand to speak with your supervisor!”
“ Yea...well I’m my own supervisor, I’m one of the administrators here also.”, replied Isabel with conceit.
After she exhaled a large cloud of smoke, the woman, looking as if she were a cross between Sandra Bullock and Linda Florentino, yelled down at her patient, “ Get the fuck up...now!”
“ I can’t, I can’t...!”
With the cigarette back between her lips, Isabel grabbed his right arm and pulled, giving him a nice hard yank. Since the safety bars were lowered, the old gray-haired person rolled over once and fell to the floor, just lying there and looking up to her with fear in his eyes.
“ Now get up...let’s go!”
“ Please, I can’t...”, whimpered the guy as he realized this woman was dead serious in getting his old ass to move.
“ I said get up!”, screamed Isabel as she kicked him in the ribs.
“ What are you doing, I can’t believe a doctor would do something like that!”
“ Yea...well you haven’t seen anything yet.”, said the lady as she inhaled again, squatted before him, and then exhaled into his face, blowing smoke all over the man.
Despite his complaining nature, fear took hold, causing him to make an attempt at raising himself. With effort, he tried to get up, using his hands to push his torso away from the floor.
“ Good, good...”, said Isabel as she stood up, took another puff, and placed her hand on her hip.
However, his efforts proved futile when he fell back down, landing upon his chest. “ I can’t, it’s too hard, I just can’t...!”
As an evil grin crossed her face, Isabel ask, “ How long has it been since you last got hard?”
“ What are you talking about?”, inquired the old guy with confusion in his voice.
“ Tell you what...”, said Isabel as she again squatted before him, pulling away at his attire, removing the hospital gown, saying, “ I’ll give you some incentive to get up.”
With the old man naked now, Isabel raised her frame and took six steps back, placing the cigarette between her lips. Right before Jim’s awe struck eyes, she slowly removed the coat, revealing her black skirt and suit.
“ What are you doing?”, ask the man.
“ You’ll see.”, replied the doctor as she continued to remove her attire, finally standing there only in her black bra, panties, and the noble knee high footwear.
While the black leather boots reflected the room’s light, Isabel took another drag from the Winston and said, “ If you can get up and come over here, I’ll let you suck my right one.”
Even in his age, her beautiful physique turned him on, producing a partial erection.
“ Like I said, there’s really not much wrong with you, I mean...if you can still get a hard on, then where’s the problem?”, mocked Isabel as he slowly struggled to his feet.
Finally, by using the bed’s edge to stabalize himself, Jim stood up, feeling his knees shake as his body’s weight pressed downward.
“ Now walk to me.”, said the lady as she removed her bra, tossing it to the floor.
While the brunette took hold of her right tit and raised it upward slightly, Jim began his journey, holding onto the mattress with every step.
Nevertheless, when his frame moved out of the bed’s reach, the guy lost his balance and fell to his knees, coming to rest on his side, helplessly lying there.
“ What an asshole.”, moaned Isabel to herself as she slowly strolled up to him, kicking the old man in the face afterward.
“ No..., don’t...!”, whimpered the senior citizen as the dominant female raised her sole, placing the spectacular stiletto work of art upon his head, pressing him between her boot and the floor’s tile.
“ I should crush you like a bug.”, said Isabel rather coldly.
“ You don’t have the right to do this...it’s not fair!”
“ I’ll decide what’s fair, I’m the doctor...the doctor’s always right.”
“ Please, let me go...!”, begged Jim as she held him down, locking his head in place.
“ Consider this treatment...I may even send you an extra bill in the mail just for today.”
Her insensitivity struck a cord inside of him. Eventhough he was afraid of his female tormentor, he nevertheless worked up a moment of courage, responding, “ Fuck you bitch!”
“ What did you say?”
“ You heard.”
“ Yea...well how would you like to have this stiletto spike pushed into your eye?”
As all the fear returned, the guy simply laid there while Isabel removed her boot from his head, rolled him over using the same leather masterpiece, and slowly lowered the heel downward into his face. When the pointed end was an inch above his left eye ball, Isabel said, “ Now apologize...say you’re sorry.”
For a moment, the guy was torn between fear and outrage. However, fear won out, causing him to say, “ I’m sorry.”
“ Good...now get up and try walking again.”, replied the doctor as she stepped away.
Using all his strength, Jim just couldn’t do it, falling back down on every attempt.
“ What a pathetic piece of shit.”, said the brunette while stepping out of her panties and squatting down before him afterward. “ What good are you?”, ask the female rhetorically as she rotated her frame, placing her beautiful rear right above his face. “ I’ll tell you what you’re good for...you’re good for kissing my ass...that’s what, now do as you’re told and kiss!”
“ C’mon...”, whimpered the poor old guy.
“ I said kiss...worship my butt!”
He didn’t respond, causing her to stand up, turn around, and kick him in the side of the head. Angered by his lack of obedience, she kicked again and again, doing so five times.
“ Please...that hurts, please...”, moaned Jim while holding his hands before his face.
“ Well...?”, ask Isabel, “ Are you gonna kiss or not?”
Having no choice, the man complied, saying, “ Ok, ok, just please don’t hurt me anymore.”
Again, Isabel squatted and lowered her rear above him, presenting the full glory of her spectacular female butt before his eyes. For the next five minutes, Mr. Hill kissed away, going over every spot until the woman was satisfied.
When he was done with the humble task, Dr. Sanders stood up and went over to the white coat, removing another cigarette, and lighting it up. Going back to him, she stood over the guy with both feet to a side, placed one hand on her hip, took a long drag, and ask, “ Well...what’s it gonna be...you gonna walk or not?”
“ I can’t, I can’t...!”
“ I see...”, replied Isabel as she squatted, placing her ass above his knees.
While holding the cigarette between her finger tips, she turned it around and slowly brought the lighted end to her lips, stopping about two inches before her mouth. Blowing on the yellow glow, she ask haphazardly, “ So...you’re really sure you can’t walk?”
“ I can’t, please, what are you doing?”
“ Oh...nothing, just gonna test your reflexes, that’s all, as a doctor, it’s part of my job.”
A moment later, the cigarette went down to his dick, hovering just an inch above the tip of his penis.
“ No, don’t...!”, screamed the old person as he struggled to move back, producing no results.
In less than a fraction of a second, Isabel pressed the hot end to his cock, watching as he arched up for a moment and yelled, “ That hurts, ahhh...!”
“ Like I said...there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re reflexes are fine, then why the fuck can’t you get up and walk!”, screamed the lady while bringing her fist down to the floor.
“ I don’t know...I just can’t.”, replied Jim fearing her even more.
“ You want the cigarette on your dick a second time?”
“ No, no, please don’t!”
“ Then get up and walk.”
“ Ok...I’ll try again.”
Standing herself strait, Isabel stepped back and moved the Winston to her mouth, sucking on the filtered end. After she exhaled, the woman looked on as Jim again tried to stand up, rolling himself over and pushing himself upward with his arms. To his own surprise, the guy finally got to his feet, standing upright all by himself with no support.
Nodding her head, the doctor remarked, “ Not bad, now let’s see you move.”
By placing one foot before the other, Mr. Hill went forward three feet until he could no longer keep himself up, falling down to his hands and knees like an animal.
“ Look at you, you’re one piece of work, aren’t you!”, said Isabel as she shook her head in disapproval.
With the cigarette in her hand, the lady walked up behind him and kicked the guy in the ass with her boot, saying, “ What a dog...what a useless pile of shit!”
“ Please stop...!”, begged Jim.
Shaking her head again, Isabel turned around and went over to the bed, removed the blood pressure tube from the wall, and returned to her “patient”. While gripping firmly at the long black rope like object, she brought it down across his back, striking him over and over until his skin turned red.
“ Ma’am, please...why are you doing this...I’m old, please...!”
“ You’re an old piece of crap, that’s what you are!”
“ Please...that hurts!”
“ I say you’re faking everything, you can walk, you just wanna lay around here all day and have everything done for you!” As she continued to whip him, she yelled further, “ You’re gonna walk outta here today!”
After giving him over twenty strikes across the back, the woman stopped, raised her right boot to his side, and pushed him, causing the man to fall over. With another push, Isabel rolled him to his back and then knelt at his side. Taking one end of the flexible rubber hose, she tied it around his dick, stood up, and made a step back, pulling out the slack.
“ No, don’t!”
“ Then walk!”, exclaimed the dark-haired witch while pulling harder upon the tube, increasing the tension.
Making a step forward, Isabel began to strain his cock, stretching it to the limit. Sitting himself upright, Jim reached down and untied the thing, freeing himself. Furious, Isabel returned to her victim, kicking him all over, paying special heed to his balls.
“ I didn’t say you could untie that...you fuck!”
Marching over to the bed again, Isabel ripped out an electrical cord, returned to the guy, and tied his hands behind his back.
“ There, that’ll take care of things.”, said the female as she moved over and retied the tube to his prick.
Herself upright, Isabel again pulled away, increasing her distance from Jim. As the tension grew, so did his screams, “ Ahhhh...!”
“ Good...suffer you bastard, now get up!”
“ I can’t, I can’t...!”
“ If you don’t get to your feet and follow me around, I swear I’ll pull your fucken dick right off!”
Since his hands were tied behind his back, the first thing he did to alleviate the tension was to slide after her upon his ass. However, she didn’t waver, moving faster and faster while she strolled around the room.
As the pain intensified, Jim finally managed to get to his feet, following her around like a chained animal.
“ There..., what did I tell you, you can walk, look at yourself, you’re running after me like a pro!”
In fact, the old guy did indeed stay on his feet the whole time, moving around the chamber for over ten minutes. Finally, Isabel stopped, walked up to him, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and spit right into his face, saying, “ There...that’s for lying to me!”
“ I wasn’t lying.”, replied the man in a shaky voice.
“ You’re full of shit.”
“ Honestly, I just couldn’t walk.”
With a look of contempt, Isabel smacked him across the face, yelling, “ You know how much time I wasted on you...not to mention the nurses!”
Again, she smacked him, causing the the person to fall down to his back while she jumped on top of him, setting herself on his chest, striking away at the guy.
Eventually, Isabel caught herself and stared into his eyes for a minute before saying, “ You owe me more than just money!”
“ What do you mean?”
Smiling now, the wicked lady said, “ Well...you can start here.”
Pointing at her cunt, Isabel raised herself an inch, sliding her crotch upward, finally bringing it down over his mouth. “ There...now lick, service me, let’s go!”
For a second, the old man hesitated, causing her to scream, “ If your tongue isn’t up my slit before I count to three, I’m gonna beat you until you really can’t walk for the rest of your life!”
Obediently, his tongue went into her pussy, going in deeper and deeper until she moaned, “ Oh...yes...yea, that’s it...keep going!”
During the next fifteen minutes, he licked away at her dark harry box, consuming her cunt juices as she moved closer and closer to the moment of truth. Then, she exploded, having one of the greatest orgasms in her life. While caressing her own tits, she let out a very loud “ Ohhhhhh...!” until finally descending back to reality.
On her feet again, Isabel stood over him, placed her left hand on her hip, and began lecturing the man as if speaking to a kindergarten child, “ I don’t wanna ever see your face here again. If you ever make another step back into my hospital, you’re never gonna leave...I’ll personally amputate both of your arms and both of your legs...is that clear?”
While still on his back, he replied, “ Yes ok.”
Turning around, the lady went back to her clothes and put the stuff on, finally slipping the lab coat over her elegant suit. Removing a syringe from the coat’s pocket, Isabel returned to the guy and squatted before his naked frame.
“ What’s that?”, ask the man with concern.
“ Just a little stimulant, that’s all...I wanna make sure you’ve got enough energy to get the hell outta here.”
After she injected the stuff, Isabel untied his hands, fired up a cigarette, and said, “ Well...what are you waiting for...get up and get dressed, your street clothes are in the closet...let’s go!”
Slowly, but consistently, the man got to his feet, ventured over to the closet, and removed his clothes.
When he was all dressed, Isabel went up to him, blew smoke in his face, and pointed toward the entrance, saying, “ Get lost!”
Quietly, he pulled the door open and left.
The End