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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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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