# Chapter Eighteen: The Orderlies' Bonus

Author: | Gospodin

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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