Chapter Eighteen: The Orderlies' Bonus
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 18
   :shs-keywords: FMfm, latex, mc, bd

Marie floated alone in her dreams, for once. She floated in a red and
glowing womblike void. Her skin tingled with warmth, and she felt a
healing energy flow from the universe into her body. She sighed with
pleasure and relief, and felt that she was suckling on the teat of the
universe.

A gentle kneading sensation spread up and down her limbs, working her
joints as subtle music played. Marie realized that although she floated
in endless space, she could not move a single muscle. Her arms were
spread lazily at her sides, and her ankles were spread a foot apart. She
mused that the generator frame had forever spread her, and she would
never curl up again.

The music grew more distinct, and Marie thought for a while that she
heard voices murmuring beneath it, one of them her own. She listened
carefully, and was able to detect a low whine and a faint hiss as well.
Trying to mouth words, she felt her jaw held open with a ring or a tube
of some sort. She was unable to blink.

The kneading of her muscles stopped, and Marie realized that she must be
awake now, although she still seemed to float. The tingling in her body
was a more pronounced heat, and Marie realized that she could not move
so much as a finger.

The music suddenly took a more prominent role as the whine and hiss
ceased. The force that held Marie rigid suddenly let go, and she felt a
latex sheath relax itself around her. She tumbled into the harsh light
as the force of suction no longer held her up.

The two large male orderlies were there to catch her as she fell. Marie
blinked and squinted, looking back to see that the generator frame was
covered in two sheets of latex, of which one had peeled forward. The
tube that had been in her mouth now hung limply from the front sheet,
and a human-shaped stain of sweat and some sort of oily cream was the
only hint that a bald slavegirl had been sandwiched between the two
membranes.

The orderlies held her by her upper arms, and hoisted her to her feet.
The nurse stepped out from beside them and released the latex sheets
from the frame with the pull of a lever. Bundling them up, she put them
in the bottom of the push-cart that sat to one side.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your deep tissue massage, slave. You should
feel your joints to be more limber than ever before!" The nurse picked
up a jar of muscle ointment in her red gloved hands and walked toward
Marie. "We use a special linament here, crafted by Figgy, one of our
very own slavegirls. It works remarkably well for smoothing out the
kinks of long-term bondage, and has certain... enjoyable properties as
well."

With that, she scooped a glistening red finger into the jar and smeared
a grape-sized glob onto Marie's clitoris and down her slit. She
unceremoniously wiped the remainder from her glove onto Marie's softened
and relaxed nipples, and they immediately sprang to attention.

"Oooooh. What is *in* this?" Marie moaned as she felt the tingling heat
spread through her erogenous zones. She sagged in the orderlies' arms as
she squeezed her thighs together, trying to generate some friction on
her buzzing clit.

"I don't know the full recipe, but they say that the masters collect the
tears of a beaten slavegirl to make it. Perhaps you're being aroused
right now by the suffering of your dear little Angie, eh?" the nurse
grinned wickedly.  "Personally, I think it's just ginger extract, but
there is something special about this stuff."

The nurse stiffened suddenly, setting down the jar and clasping her
hands behind her, her chest thrusting out through the powder blue latex
uniform as she strained to pull her elbows together. She seemed to
shudder in pulses, her head hanging down as her knees wobbled. After a
minute, she relaxed and spoke to the orderlies.

"Take her to room 34. Everything should be set up there."

The orderlies grunted acknowledgement and hauled the squirming Marie
through the door that had been behind her for so long. The tingling heat
on her clitoris had grown to a level of stimulation that she could not
ignore, but the men held her elbows high behind her back so that she
could not even touch her aching nipples. They dragged her down white
tile hallways past vicious stainless steel doors. Occasionally Marie
caught a glimpse of a generator frame, or a girl bent double in some
strange device.

Finally, she was hauled through a door marked "34", and led to the side
of a large bathtub. The men unfolded a towel by the side to reveal a set
of steel cuffs and a telescoping spreader bar. Efficiently, with no time
wasted, they cuffed Marie's elbows behind her and locked her ankles two
feet apart. She could no longer even bring her knees together.

Marie was delirious with arousal and irritation. "Oh no, please.
*Please* just let me rub it! Oh god I need to come! Don't leave me like
this! I'll do whatever you want if you just let me come!"

At that moment, the nurse came strutting into the room with her
push-cart. "Oh go right ahead, boys. Give her an orgasm and then you may
each take your bonus from her."

Marie stared, her teeth gritted, as one of the men came up in front of
her. She saw now that each of the orderlies wore a large white codpiece
with an erect protrusion. She rolled her head back as she felt the tip
of the device push her clit ring up against her flesh. The man wrapped
his large hands around her waist and maneuvered the prong so that it
rubbed up and down her slit, finally pushing inside of her.

Marie bit her lip as she rode the orderly's codpiece, the cream now
spread over her entire pussy. She was so focused on generating friction
against her clitoris that she did not notice when the other orderly
began to push his lubricated prong against her rear entrance.

Marie felt fuller than she had ever been, and the heat between her legs
grew as the two men pumped their stiff protrusions in and out of her.
The orgasm, when it came, was the thrashing and screaming kind.

The two men turned to the nurse just as Marie began to writhe in
frustration as she realized that the burning sensation would not subside
any time soon. One of them pointed down at his codpiece and just said
"Bonus!" The nurse again tensed, quivering for a moment, and then turned
to the men.

"You are allowed five minutes each. She has had fellatio training, but
no throat training yet."

The men suddenly grew exasperated. "You know what's in our contract,
nurse!  Give her the spritz, and let us have our bonus!"

The nurse bowed submissively and grabbed a small bottle. One man grabbed
Marie's jaw and forced it open as she looked helplessly up at the nurse
bending over her. The nurse used a tongue depressor to clear the path to
Marie's throat, and sprayed two bursts of a fine mist into her mouth.
Marie was released, and she smacked her mouth in reaction to the odd
medicinal taste.

"Give me my five minutes, nurse!" One of the orderlies demanded.

"Sir, that may not be wise yet. The spritz has not yet fully soaked in.
You may wish to--"

"Dammit bitch, I want my bonus NOW!"

The nurse again bowed submissively, and quivered quietly for a few
seconds.  With a beep and a mechanical "click", the orderly's codpiece
swung down away from his crotch. His penis was erect within the solid
sheath, and he had to do a little bending work to get himself out of the
device. Marie thought she saw a leather ring around the base of his
cock.

The man unceremoniously stepped up to Marie and shoved his prick into
her mouth. Marie felt his cock between her lips, tasted it on her
tongue, but for some reason felt nothing behind her teeth. She scrunched
up her face, confused, as she felt her air passage clogged with his
flesh. She felt the pangs of choking in her chest, but her neck and
throat felt relaxed as ever, as though she were swallowing pudding.

After a few minutes of air-starved pumping and thrusting, the man pulled
his tool out of Marie's mouth completely.

"What the fuck is going on? Nurse, what the fuck did you do?"

"I am sorry sir," the nurse held her arms behind her, staring down at
her powder blue court shoes, "I warned you that the numbing spritz might
not have soaked in yet. It appears to have affected your cock."

"MotherFUCK!" he spat, slapping his penis back and forth across Marie's
cheeks.  "Fix it! Fix it now or give me my five minutes back!"

"Again, I'm very sorry Sir, but you'll just have to wait half an hour
for it to wear off. I'm afraid there's no way I can refund you your
bonus time, I--"

"Fucking call up central, you little stuffed whore! Squeeze your little
cunt for them and tell them you cheated me out of my bonus! Do it NOW!"

"I *am* sorry, Sir, but there is no way I can do that. If you will
recall your contract, you--"

"To *hell* with my contract!" The man screamed, his face now as red as
Marie's, "I want my bonus and I want it--*Ohshit*!"

The man tensed as a loud beeping sounded between his legs. The codpiece
began to swing upward, and he hurried to stuff his erection into the
sheath. Once the device had clicked home, he stormed over to the cart
where the nurse stood.

"You fucking cheated me out of this, and I'll make sure you're branded
and blinded and put on display duty for the next year! You hear me,
bitch? If you weren't already stuffed and locked with your little slutty
telephone I'd smear linament all over this fucking thing and ream you
like the little tease you are!"

He was distracted, suddenly, as his colleague's codpiece suddenly
unlocked with a loud click. Marie panted in her bonds, both from the
burning at her crotch and the breathlessness from her earlier
cockswallowing. She looked up, frightened, at the man standing above
her, mouthing pleas for help as he pushed his cock against her lips.

He stroked her head tenderly and muttered soothing words as he slid his
manhood around the inside of her mouth, slickening it with her drool.
Slowly he worked his way up to the back of her numbed mouth, and slipped
his meat back into her throat.

Marie soon worked out the rhythm of his thrustings, and managed to time
her breaths based on them. She opened her scrunched up eyes and looked
up at the face of the man she was swallowing. She saw a kind smile, and
felt him run his hands over her scalp as she bobbed on and off of his
prong. He never once pushed her down onto him, but let her work at her
own pace.

Soon she felt him twitch, and pulled back, twirling her tongue and
sucking as hard as her numbed throat would let her. She was soon
rewarded with the faint taste of salty warm goo, which she swallowed
without fully realizing that she had. The orderly slowly pulled his
flaccid penis back, and slipped it quietly into the codpiece, which he
closed himself.

The nurse spoke to him. "You finished one minute and seventeen seconds
early.  This time will be alloted to you during your next bonus period."
She curtsied daintily.

"Please," Marie mumbled, drool forming at the corner of her mouth, "I
must come! Please help me!" She looked into the orderly's eyes, seeing
compassion and tenderness.

"If you ever find yourself with roaming privileges, my cell is number
647." he whispered, standing up as he ran his hands over Marie's head.

"Gentlemen, your assistance is no longer needed. You will return to your
cells, and consider your duty cycle finished for today." The nurse
gestured to the door.

The angry orderly leaned over to Marie on his way out. "I'll have that
conniving little tongue of yours *cut out*, bitch! You fucking crossed
the wrong guy!"

Marie shuddered as she squirmed in her bonds, trying unsuccessfully to
bring her knees together. She watched the men leave, and then begged and
pleaded with the nurse.

"Oh there, there, slave. Don't you worry. We'll get that nasty stuff
washed off now."

The nurse unlocked the spreader and tossed it aside, then helped Marie
into the bathtub. Marie squirmed in the warm water, working her thighs
to try and twist her clit ring for stimulation. She stretched her bound
arms behind her, trying to reach her crotch to bring herself off.

The nurse ignored her thrashing and set up a bottle of soap and a wide
sponge.  She worked a lather into the sponge and began to bathe Marie
gently, rubbing the muscle linament off of Marie's tingling flesh. She
worked slowly, and the tenderness of the bath made Marie feel relaxed
and warm.

"That man..." Marie mumbled, the fire in her loins still present but
abating.  "What did he mean, about you, and the telephone?"

The nurse smiled and stood up beside the tub, peeling up the skirt of
her powder blue rubber uniform. Underneath, flat leather garter clips
hooked to tiny rings in a solid steel chastity belt. Green and red LED
lights winked softly up and down the front, and there were delicate
sockets arrayed along the underside.

Marie rolled sideways in the tub, her arms still cuffed behind her.
"Wha--what *is* it?"

"It is my Master." The nurse replied, pulling her uniform straight
again. "I speak to him in morse code, and he replies. It is one of the
perks of being nurse here."

"Perks? It looks so frightening!"

"I cannot expect you to understand the position I was in before I
accepted this job, but you must understand that I welcomed it. The
muscle training required to operate it does not come easily, and it is
not very forgiving of mistakes."

"Muscle training? How do you mean?" Marie was kneeling now, her fists
clenching and unclenching.

"The transmitter is located in my vagina, and I send signals by tensing
my kegel muscles. I receive messages as tiny jolts to my anus, and feel
my Master's voice as a series of clenches around the receiver plug. It
is a most efficient communications mechanism, as I can use it even when
bound and gagged!  Of course, Master doesn't like it when I come without
permission, since it babbles into the transmitter."

"Oh my! When was the last time you came?"

The nurse cocked her head in a cute way, and thought for a moment. "Six
months ago, during my annual servicing. I couldn't speak to Master for a
long time after I came, and he gave me *such* a talking-to..." She
rubbed her ass through her rubber skirt idly, as if remembering a
distant pain.

Marie leaned forward to rest her chin on the side of the tub, since her
bound arms prevented most other relaxing poses. She sighed, trying to
remember the days before she had become a slave, when her sex life was
as simple as a sexy dress and an awkward boy and a few drinks. She tried
to remember what it felt like to be in charge of her life. Every time
she started to remember, a voice told her to leave those memories alone,
that her life was free of stressful decisions and mind-numbing work.

Marie sighed and looked up at the nurse again. "So what happens next?"

"Well, according to your schedule you're done for the day. You will be
sent home, and you'll return on Monday for your lessons."

Marie was dried off slowly with a fluffy towel, then her wrists were
uncuffed just long enough to dress her in a black latex catsuit. Marie
was surprised to notice that the catsuit had no ticklers, teasers,
straps, or plugs. It simply covered her from her toes to her neck,
leaving her collar visible. Once dresed, her wrists were manacled again
behind her back.

After a wig of short red hair not unlike her old hair (although
certainly a brighter shade of red) was stretched over her bald head, she
was lead over to the corner of the room. Sitting there was a foam-lined
shipping case made of heavy plastic. She was made to kneel into the
human-shaped depression in the foam, and found her mouth pressing
against a firm rubber ballgag with a breathing tube built into it.

"One question before I go?" She asked, straightening up again. "You said
Monday... How long was I in that frame? How many days? Was it weeks?"

The nurse smirked as she pushed Marie's head back down into the case. As
she picked up the foam-lined lid, she whispered into Marie's ear.

"You were only in the frame for six hours."

The lid clamped down, and Marie could do nothing but wait to be shipped
home.

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