Beverly Hill’s Therapeutic Medical Day Spa - Chapters 9 & 10

Here're the next two chapters. Their on the small side, so I'm posting them together. Chapter 9 is just some basic, wholesome, anal debauchery, flavored heavily with BDSM. I've had a lot of fantasies expanding chapter 10 in particular into much longer versions over the years, as I love everything about the setup. Maybe I'll expand it one of these days.

Enjoy!

9. The Bouncer

Around 11:00 that evening, all our heroines were busy enjoying their evenings…

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Hazel groaned in pain and exhaustion as the blonde nurse she’d never met before locked her treatment frame into the machine affectionately known as, “The Bouncer”. She couldn’t recall the machine’s actual name; not that it mattered in the slightest. Glancing down towards her groin – between her bound, bulbous, dark red tits – the sideways running bumps of the “bladder massager” still moved under the taut skin of her over-inflated piss sack. Some other busty, nameless nurse had inserted the massager hours ago after her dual treatment with Brooke, and the ingenious device had been running at full power ever since. Basically, a half-inch thick sound was pushed deep into her urethra. Once it was fully set, small arms ending in smooth, rounded balls extended outwards from the sound’s main shaft inside her bladder and began rotating and moving up and down while pushing outwards. Of course, the whole sound rotated at the base to give her entire urethra an uncomfortable workout. The base of the sound was attached to the chastity-like belt that covered her front two holes and was affixed to her treatment frame. The belt also held a hugely inflated dildo deeply in her stretched pussy to add additional friction to her anal treatments. Cunt inflation for added anal friction was pretty standard up on the top floors of the Spa.

“Almost ready, Hazel,” the blonde nurse said cheerfully as she made some final adjustments to the machine and Hazel’s frame. “It looks like Dr. Penélope specified a nice, studded dildo for your ride on The Bouncer this evening. That should really work all the stress out of your sphincter! It certainly won’t be tight for several days after you’re done,” she added with chirpily.

All Hazel could do was groan as she felt herself being lowered down onto the massive, studded dildo. The diameter of the latex monster was at her current limit and would pulverize her already gaping nether hole deliciously.

Glancing across the aisle to the other side of the treatment room, an incredibly buxom redheaded nurse – she could tell it was a nurse due to the little white hat that still sat on the woman’s head – hung in her own treatment frame being setup on another Bouncer. Through Hazel’s pain- and orgasm-induced fog, it took her a few seconds to recognize the nurse as Patricia – the nurse who had secured her into her own treatment frame hours ago. Like herself, Patricia obviously had a bladder massager working inside her piss hole. Unlike herself, the redheaded nurse’s bladder massager was slowly being pulled out about 2” and then shoved back into her urethra by the chastity belt. Hazel could also see the sides of the inflated dildo stretching out the woman’s cunt around the bottom of the belt. She assumed anyone walking down the aisle could see the dildo stretching her own gash just as easily.

Patricia was a little farther along in her setup than Hazel was that evening. The buxom nurse was already fully impaled onto her massively studded dildo. The outline of each little stud was clearly visible on the large outline of the dildo underneath the woman’s stomach as the phallus made its way from her dilated sphincter to up under her rib cage. The attending nurse worked Patricia’s Bouncer’s control panel, and the dildo began to spin back and forth – slowly at first, but then it settled into a punishing pace similar to a washing machine’s agitator. The dildo quickly spun clockwise a full rotation, stopped, and then jerkily spun counterclockwise back to its original position, before starting the cycle over again. Nodding in satisfaction, the nurse pushed a few more controls and Patricia shot up a couple of inches as the seat her buttocks were resting up jolted upwards. For a brief second, Hazel could see the seat itself: it consisted of two wooden planks with holes drilled in them. The planks basically functioned as two paddles – one for each ass cheek. Gravity did its job and Patricia fell slowly back to Earth as her protesting sphincter fought gravity by futilely gripping onto the spilling dildo, only to meet the seat as it jolted back upwards again. The loud cracking noise as the paddle seat made contact with Patricia’s defenseless buttocks reverberated throughout the large room and the redhead shot back upwards – only this time a little higher than before. Of course, the room was already filled with wet cracking sounds as the other dozen or so other women they shared the chamber with underwent their own Bouncer therapy. Despite the level of noise, Hazel could clearly make out Patricia’s cry of pain as her bottom was smacked and her rectum ripped into by the studded dildo. Up and down she went, higher each time, as the nurse adjusted the Bouncer to the appropriate level. Patricia’s poor sphincter was being pulled out well past her reddening ass cheeks with each upward bounce and being pushed deep into her body on each downward fall. Each time the redhead fell downwards, she fell a little bit faster as her useless shit ring gave up its last vestiges of resistance. After 20 or so bounces, Patricia was being shot up so hard that the studded dildo finally started ripping its way free of her sphincter all together. The crinkled, gaping ring of ruined muscle was only visible for a fraction of a second before her own body weight impaled it back down onto the dildo’s entire length. Patricia’s attending nurse adjusted the Bouncer’s power level still higher until the bound and suffering nurse finally started hitting the stop at the top of the Bouncer’s track. This caused her upwards journey to end abruptly and almost threw her downwards onto the waiting dildo. The buxom redhead was now being pounded up and down on her huge, studded dildo with powerful thrusts in both directions. This caused her bound, clamped tits to jerk heavily in both directions. Hazel could see them bouncing off her ribcage in either direction as Patricia’s huge mammaries were thrown around painfully. The bloated udders were almost slapping her in the face at the top of the track, while basically punching her in the gut at the bottom. She knew the weighted nipple clamps the woman wore were also bouncing her clamped nipples off her taut tit orbs as well. Glancing from side to side, Hazel observed all the women in the room being bounced forcefully up and down. Every one of them was shooting off a studded dildo only to be shot back down onto it with equal force. Every pair of tits was bound tightly at their base and every nipple was crushed painfully with a weighted clamp.

“There you go, Heather,” the other nurse said with a smile. “I’ll keep an eye on you for the next hour or so to make sure everything is fine. Enjoy your treatment!” All the while, Patricia just cried out in pain as she helplessly rode her Bouncer.

Hazel had just a moment to wonder, Heather? Who the fuck is Heather? Just as she felt her own buttocks meet the paddle seat of the Bouncer she was being affixed to. She groaned again in extreme discomfort. The massive dildo buried up her rectum only made her three holes feel over-full when it was next to the huge dildo inflated in her straining cunt – which in turn put more pressure on her over-inflated bladder. Hazel groaned even harder as she felt the dildo start to rotate inside her hole. The small studs pulled her stretched rectal tissues in either direction as it picked up pace to match the rotating dildo inside Patricia/Heather’s butt. Even though Hazel had ridden the Bouncer hundreds of times over the years, the first upward bounce caught her off guard – as it always did. She cried out in pain as she fell back down and was spanked upwards again. Just as Patricia’s had been, Hazel’s Bouncer was powered up until she was ricocheting off the paddle seat and the stop at the top of the Bouncer’s track. Hazel couldn’t stop from crying out in pain – her cries of pain filled pleasure joining those of the other women undergoing Bouncer treatment – even as her orgasm began to build. Her bound tits bouncing off her chest only added to her pain and humiliation. She knew her treatment was being recorded in HD for later viewing by herself – or for blackmail in the event she did anything outside the bounds of the Spa’s strict confidentiality agreement that she’d signed before she started treatment all those long years ago.

Finally, after Hazel’s Bouncer was at full power, her attending nurse stepped in front of the bouncing brunette and happily said, “You’re good to go, Hazel. Dr. Penélope has you down for a 2-hour therapy session this evening, so I’ll pull you off around 1:00 AM for your next treatment. Enjoy yourself and try to relax. It’ll help soften up your sphincter and let the Bouncer maximize its treatment. Have fun!” and with that she was gone and left Hazel to her fate.

Hazel cried loudly to no one in particular. She knew no one would come to her aid. Her buttocks were already screaming from the spanking, her tits felt like they would fly off her chest at any time, her hole asshole felt like it was getting ripped right off of her body, and her other two holes felt like they were about to burst from all the strain. Glancing across the aisle, Patricia/Heather was obviously in an identical predicament. Suddenly, the tone of redhead’s cries changed to pleasure as her first anal orgasm hit her hard. Hazel knew her own cum was building quickly. She hoped it would hit soon. The first couple of minutes of Bouncer therapy were always the worst. Once the continuous anal orgasms hit, it was actually quite pleasurable in a masochistic kind of way.

Hazel knew she didn’t have to wait long…

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At the therapy room’s monitoring station, the blonde nurse made a note in Hazel’s chart as the biometric sensors picked up on the busty woman’s first anal orgasm: 2 minutes and 47 seconds to first orgasm. That was about average. Checking her schedule, it would be another 15 minutes or so until the next patient showed up. Yawning sleepily, she stood up, stretched and headed out for a bathroom break, and to get a cup of coffee from the floor’s break room.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes; what some coffee too?” she asked the other nurse sharing her shift. It was going to be a long night.

The other nurse looked up from the sci-fi novel she was reading and replied, “No thanks. I just chugged an energy drink an hour ago, I’m good.”

The blonde nurse nodded and calmly walked out into the hallway. The loud, wet spanking noises and cries of suffering, orgasming women died into the ever-present background clatter as the doors closed behind her. The 9th floor was pretty quiet this time of night as most therapies were ongoing, and no new patients were being admitted. She only met one other nurse who was pushing a bound patient down the hallway to the Powered Dilation Therapy room. The blonde nurse glanced nonchalantly at the reclining woman’s gaping asshole – which was being held at least 4” open by an extra-large anal speculum – and nodded politely to the nurse as they passed.

She tried not to look at all the restrained patients – and the fair number of bound nurses – as sexual objects. If she did, she’d go insane with lust long before her shift was over. Her way of coping with her job was just to look at all the bound women as a set of holes that it was her job to stretch. Of course, some days it was easier than others were.

Yup, just another long, boring night, she kept telling herself. Just a long, boring night of ruining holes and punishing sluts. It’s a long time until 7AM when the day shift comes in and I’ll have a chance to admit myself for some much needed… No! she stopped her train of thought. We’re not going to spend all shift getting hornier and hornier… again! Focus! It’s just another long, boring night! she lied to herself as she entered the 9th floor employee bathroom. The small room had four stalls along one wall and a pair of sinks along the other. She could tell that three of the stalls were already occupied because the doors were closed and locked. But the lack of feet on the ground, the wet slurping sounds of holes being violated, and the sound of women frantically pleasuring themselves told her that the nurses in the stalls were doing a little more than just relieving their bladders and colons.

Okay, just a quick piss and then more coffee and then back to our boring job. Got it? Got it! she told herself as she entered the bathroom’s only free stall. She closed and locked the door behind her, hiked her dress up and began doing her business. She barely paid any attention to the HD camera mounted on the backside of the door recording her every move. On either side of the door were dirty spots where nurses would prop up their feet to pleasure themselves. We’re not going to get excited tonight! We have things we want to do tomorrow! she continued telling herself. Finishing her business, she reached for the toilet paper roll on the side of the wall and saw the bottle of lubricant mounted just next to it. No! Be strong, Amy! Be strong!

Five minutes later, all four stalls were still occupied, but no feet were seen underneath any of the doors.

10. Patricia’s Date

Patricia moaned in pain. Her date with Jeremy while standing in for her identical twin sister had started out normally enough. He had come over early in the evening and presented her with a new dress for a night of dancing and clubbing on the town. The sleeveless, form-fitting silver dress showed a more than generous amount of the busty redhead’s massive cleavage and ended at her upper thigh. A heavy-duty waste cincher under the dress accentuated Patricia’s already knockout curves. Jeremy thoughtfully provided matching lingerie consisting of a reinforced pushup bra, garter belt, stocking, but no panties. The outfit was topped off with 5” high heels that locked onto Patricia’s feet.

After dressing for the evening – in front of a leering Jeremy, of course – Jeremy had bent her over the dresser and revealed the final piece of her wardrobe for the evening: a large black inflatable butt plug nearly 3” wide and 18” long when deflated. Patricia had helpfully reached back and spread her cheeks while Jeremy had quickly inserted the toy deep into her still loose bottom and pumped it up until Patricia caught her breath from the strain. Happy for now, Jeremy slipped the plug’s tubing and squeeze bulb along the waist cincher’s lacing, attached it between her shoulders, and then zipped the dress up tight. Patricia’s long red hair spilled down over her back and concealed the bulb to any onlookers. The shape of the plug would prevent it from falling out on its own.

With the preparations done, he slipped into an expensive tuxedo and the two hit the town.

Throughout dinner, Jeremy had loving reached up to caress Patricia’s back every time he addressed her. It was very sweet. At least that’s what it looked like to the casual observer. In reality, Jeremy was continuously pumping more and more air into Patricia’s rectal plug. By the time the pair had gotten to a trendy L.A. nightclub, Patricia was already having trouble walking upright without showing obvious strain. She was glad for the waist cincher as she was sure the size of the plug had gotten massive by then.

For the next couple of hours, Jeremy kept Patricia out on the dance floor almost continuously. As often as he could get away with it, he would reach between her shoulders to pump still more air into Patricia’s now massively expanded plug.

Finally, she could take no more and doubled over in the middle of the dance floor and groaned in pain as she held her midriff. Jeremy made an excuse for her to the surrounding dancers explained that she’d just had too much to drink and needed a break. Lovingly, Jeremy had helped her upright and guided her back to their table – all the while continuing to pump more air into the plug. They had sat down, and he asked for the check from the young waitress. While they waited, still more air was pumped into the plug.

“Please… enough,” Patricia finally protested with tears nearly forming in her eyes.

Jeremy had looked confused before replying, “Are you okay, baby? Two weeks ago, when we played this game, you lasted for at least an hour longer,” he said with genuine concern. Although, he continued to slowly pump the bulb.

“Just a long week, I guess,” Patricia replied non-specifically.

Finally, the check came, was paid for, and the couple made their way out of the club. Jeremy had to half carry Patricia to hide her wide-legged waddle from having her asshole so painfully filled. The whole ride back to Jeremy’s place, he had continuously pumped still more air into the plug. By the time they pulled into his garage, Patricia was openly crying pitifully in tortured pain.

Jeremy had moved around to the passenger side, opened the door, and picked up Patricia, and carried her into the house. After stripping her down to her waist cincher, garter belt, stocking and high heels, he’d proceeded to lay her down on the bed and bind her arms behind her until her elbows touched. He had then rolled her back over and fastened two leather loops around the base of each massive F cup tit. Next, he had positioned her so that her hips were on the edge of his high bed and looped cuffs around each ankle and pulled them sideways until Patricia was in a wide splits with her bald, dripping cunt pointing towards the ceiling and tied the cuff off at the sides of the bed. Finally, Jeremy had unzipped his pants, pulled his already hard dick out and unceremoniously rammed it into Patricia’s welcoming pussy causing the bound redhead to cry out.

“Nice and tight! Just the way I like it!” commented Jeremy as he picked up the leather straps from Patricia’s breast bondage and used them like reigns to guide his thrusts. It took his almost 10 minutes of rough fucking before he finally pulled out and came all over Patricia’s bulbous, red tits. Patricia had cum several times herself and was panting just as hard as he was.

“I’m going to hit the shower, babe,” Jeremy had said as he slipped off his jacket and started undoing his tie. When he was naked and on his way to the bathroom, he had stopped to connect the plug’s inflation bulb up to a battery-powered pumper that smashed the bulb a couple times a minute. Patricia groaned in pain as her already tortured butt began expanding again. “I’ll be done in a few minutes,” Jeremy said before disappearing into the bathroom.

And that was how her date was going. Patricia moaned in pain again. Fuck me! she commented to herself. This is not what I signed on for! I’m going to kill Heather!

Finally – after almost a 20-minute-long shower – Jeremy reemerged from the bathroom clad in nothing but what God had given him. “Ready for round 2, Heather?” he asked playfully as he bent over to kiss her deeply before she had a chance to respond. While he did so, he slipped 2, then 3, then 4 fingers into her still dripping cunt. Patricia’s tortured body instantly responded to his kiss and touch, and she moaned in arousal; despite the considerable amount of pain she was in. “Do you want the punishment hood like last time, baby?”

Patricia wanted to say no, but if Heather had been hooded last time, it might seem odd to decline now. “Please, baby,” she replied in her best, aroused Heather voice.

Jeremy smiled, went to a dresser and returned with a thick leather and metal punishment hood. It took him a minute to fit Patricia’s head into it, tighten down all the straps, and inflate the built-in ball gag until the woman behind the mask groaned as her jaw nearly dislocated. He then turned up the frequency of the auto-pumper and lined up his hard cock with the slightly gaping opening to his girlfriend’s front hole. With the vastly increased pressure from the plug, Jeremy had to push hard to get his dick in. After a few second, he finally slipped inside, causing the bound woman to groan and cry out into her gag. About the same time, the auto-pump activated again. Her entire pelvic region was so tight that Jeremy could feel the new air being forced into her rectum. He picked up his reigns again and gave her tits a sharp tug as he sunk in balls deep and got comfortable for a nice, long ride.

Patricia groaned in pain-overload in her dark prison. Damn it, Heather! She could have warned Patricia as to the state of their current sex life. Knowing Heather’s lust for submission and masochism, it was no wonder that she had been spending more and more weekends with Jeremy lately. Not that Patricia wasn’t going to give her sister a piece of her mind when she saw her next!

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Jeremy had settled into a long, deep rhythm; and he smiled to himself. He hoped the room’s many cameras were recording the action in high-definition detail okay. He and Heather were planning to watch it next weekend. He loved it when his girlfriend tricked her identical sister into going on dates with him. How could anyone who didn’t know the twins intimately not tell the difference between them? Heather had a few easily identifiable freckles on her inner thigh that Patricia did not, and the two sisters sounded nothing like each other when they came – Patricia was much higher pitched than her sister was. He smiled to himself as he passed both reigns into his left hand and started slapping Patricia’s massive tits with his right. The sides of her bound orbs began turning redder where his hand was impacting them. Smacking one caused it to smash into the other and send it bouncing away.

After having cum once, Jeremy wasn’t planning on reaching another orgasm for at least another half-hour. He planned on making the most of it. After all, he probably only fuck Patricia 2 or 3 more times tonight before he released her from her bondage. It wasn’t every day that he got to fuck a large breasted, submissive redhead with an affinity for anal and a love of strict bondage!

Wait… Actually, he did get to do that on most days!

Jeremy chuckled to himself softly and then got serious with his ‘girlfriend’.