Page 85 of Double Shot

“I most certainly am,” she said softly, and she loosened the loop and took it off. “I am a very sadistic bitch, and nothing in the world makes me happier than fucking with a man like you. So strong, so confident, so arrogant. You’ll cry for me, you’ll scream, you’ll thank me, and you’ll tell me that you love me.”

“Never,” I spat at her.

“Now, now, keep an open mind. You’re much better endowed partner did all of those things. You’ll sing, you just have to be tuned first.” She unfolded her clothes and dressed. “I have to go take care of some business, running a Cartel that has been given a substantial defeat is somewhat time consuming. I will be back in a bit, you rest up, but I’ll be putting thatcock,” she sneered the word like it was a joke, “to what I can get out of it.”

“Let me check my appointment book. Sorry, I’m all tied up later.”

“A sense of humor is good, you’ll last longer.” She smiled.

While she was gone a young man came into the room, carrying a bag. His smile was professional, despite the youth of his face. I tried to talk to him, but he refused anything other than giving me a half-smile. The IV came out, and he sprayed me with something in a bottle and wiped me down, it had a whiff of alcohol.

“Man, are you marinating me?” No response.

He went through a few other things, including putting something on my dick that stung for a moment, but then the raw feeling improved. He drew blood, jammed a cotton swab up my nose, and gave me that half-smile again.

“Word of advice?” he said, closing the samples up in his bag.

“Keys would be better,” I countered.

“The harder you fight, the more she enjoys it. If you give up it will be over quicker and you won’t suffer as much.”

“What does that matter to you?”

“The longer it lasts, the more extreme she gets. The harder it gets to clean you up and keep you alive. It isn’t too difficult, but once she gets to amputation and knife play, that is messy and I do not enjoy cleaning up after it.” He snapped the last latch on the case shut, stood, and left.

Amputation and knife play?

I alternated between standing, leaning against the cross, and sometimes trying to find something like a comfortable hanging position. There was nothing really comfortable, and my hands felt like they were just going away. I could clench my fists and crack my knuckles one at a time, but it wasn’t the same.

A different person came in, a woman with long dark hair and well-done makeup. She might have been my type if her face hadn’t been a punching bag. Her nose had been broken several times and poorly reset, and she looked more like a retired boxer than a model. She had the same silent disposition as the probably-not-an-actual-doctordoctor who had been in before.

It was fucking awkward as she pressed her fingers into my lower stomach. I wasn’t sure this was any sort of exam, at least like none I had ever had before. Then she hit something, there was a massive sense of pressure and I pissed.

“Good boy,” she said, the only words that I would hear her say.

She had a kit of toiletries and used them to shave my face, then what hair I had on my chest, and then she knelt. I had been shaved before, waxed one time at a spa. Her touch was surprisingly delicate, and she shaved me from bellybutton to taint with efficient quick strokes. The flash of the straight razor killed anything but cold paranoia.

Kaijin returned.

She was dressed differently.

Had I slept?

My shoulders hurt, and I was cold again. I think I slept.

She repeated her previous routine, stripping down out of her professional woman in a place of power pants suit down to nothing but a different pair of stiletto heels. No panties this time.

Fuck I was tired.

“Ah, you’ve been visited and groomed. Excellent. Have you been enjoying your stay so far?”

“I won’t be leaving a five-star review, sorry.” I smiled.

“You are right, you won’t be leaving.” She pulled the loop out, and cinched it around the base of my cock, then a second went around my balls, pulling them down. It wasn’t the most pleasant sensation. “You passed the tests; you are a clean boy. No need to shoot you full of antibiotics and wait until all the diseases are out of you. Mayweather did mention that everything else was in the ideal range, lucky you with your good cholesterol and blood sugar results.”

The loop had me hard fairly quickly. She started rubbing it down with lube, and with her other hand she started getting herself worked up.

“You might be the strangest fucking sadist I’ve ever met,” I said.

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