LAKEWOOD'S COSTUME SHOP III:
DENISE TAKES HER MEDICINE
by
Joe Doe
The warden had ordered the staff not to wear costumes on Halloween,
but Denise didn't care. The nurse's costume was short, cute, and
sexy as hell -– just the ticket to drive those convicts wild.
Denise was beautiful, and she knew it. She loved prick teasing the
helpless, frustrated inmates, and relished their looks when she
crossed her thighs, or bent over to pick up the pencil she had
"accidentally" dropped.
As the prison psychiatrist, she was allowed to dress as a civilian.
The warden felt that Denise's antics increased the level of sexual
violence in the prison. But if that meant that some of the inmates
would be forced to drink a certain beverage that Denise had never
tasted, that wasn't really her problem, was it?
Denise had the fun. Others paid the price.
She quickly got the warden hooked on barbiturates. Now he was
totally under her control, just like all the other men in the
prison.
Denise relished her power and had developed special devices to
maximize her sense of control. Her latest "therapeutic" gadget
was a chastity belt that delivered an electric shock when a
prisoner had an "inappropriate sexual response."
Or when Denise pressed the button on her remote. Delightful!
Denise could mark the sexiness of her outfit by the number of
screams from the cells as she paraded down the cell block.
Poor dears! Even with their willies locked up in her little
fun house, they couldn't help but desire her.
ZAP!
Arrr!
ZAP!
ARRR!
The belts were painful and demeaning, and Denise bolted men in for
the most trivial offenses. The convicts feared and despised her,
but, as far as she was concerned, the only thing wrong with the
belt was that every man in the world wasn't wearing one.
ZAP!
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Denise smiled as she walked back to the dressing room of Lakewood's
Costume Shop. She had spent all day yesterday installing new
batteries, guaranteeing each of her Halloween victims a real
"charge."
Her nurse costume would drive the sex starved convicts wild, and the
humiliating belts would make it a Halloween of hell.
Denise closed the door of the dressing room and opened the costume
box. Much to her surprise, the box contained not a nurse's
costume, but a green, institutional hospital gown.
A short, flimsy hospital gown...with only one tie in back.
Denise felt dizzy as the room dissolved in a blaze of purple
lightning.
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"She's coming to, now. Go slow...she seems disoriented."
Denise opened her eyes. She was lying on a gurney in some sort of
hospital treatment room. Struggling to regain her bearings, she
looked up at the doctor.
"Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.
Denise blinked. "No...."
"Your name is Denise Rich. You were a psychologist at a state
prison, until you had a psychotic break with reality. Now you're
a patient at Oakwood Psychiatric Hospital."
Denise focused on the doctor. It was Tom Braidwood...a doctor
who had ended up doing 90 days at her prison for drunk driving.
Tom had the audacity to challenge her authority by using his
medical skills to help the other prisoners. Dr. Tom had
cried like a baby when she had fastened him into his belt.
Denise raised her head. Her sexy, stylish power suit was gone,
and now she was wearing a short green hospital gown.
And nothing else.
Seeing the door, she made her move.
But she was grabbed from behind by four strong men, dressed as
orderlies. She gasped as they threw her back onto the table.
"Hold still, Denise. We're need to examine you for contraband.
Rufus, could you help her off with her things?"
She looked up. Rufus, a big black buck who had been one of the
first recipients of her dreaded belt, smiled down at her. Denise
looked around, in desperation.
All five of the orderlies were "patients" at the prison.
Rufus grinned evilly at her as he whisked off her sole garment and
tossed it casually into an overflowing hamper.
Denise, now totally naked, struggled on the table, but with
convicts holding her wrists and ankles, all she could do was
flop around, like a fish out of water.
A buck naked, jiggly fish!
Dr. Tom strapped down her midsection, making resistance even more
futile. But her struggles began anew when he asked Rufus to "do
the honors," and she saw the beaming black man reach for the box
of rubber gloves....
"There, there, Denise," Tom said, in his most unctuous voice.
"This is for your own good. Remember, medicine is there to
help us, not hurt us."
They were the same mocking words that she had used on HER squealing
guinea pigs at the prison. But as she watched Rufus carefully lube
his fingers in preparation for her violation, the irony of the
situation was lost on her.
"This will be a difficult transition for you, Denise," Dr. Tom
said. "But you have nothing more to worry about. Your medical
license has been suspended. Jason Baywood, one of your former
patients, is now your court-appointed trustee. He's arranging
the sale of your possessions to pay for your treatment here at
Oakwood."
"You bastard!" Denise cried. "Don't touch my things."
"They're not your things anymore, Denise. The auction is on
Saturday. I think I'm going to bid on your armoire, and your
personal papers. The latter might come in handy if you ever
try to get out of here, and we need to switch our approach
from medical to criminal charges."
"But...my stocks...my retirement accounts!"
"All gone!" Tom said. "You've been stripped of everything. Your
title, your career, your money...even your clothes. I think I
might bid on that hot little sports car of yours, too. If you
crawl up the walls of your padded cell, and look though the bars
of your window, you'll just be able to see it in my reserved
parking spot!"
"My car!" Denise wailed.
"Now, now, Denise," Tom patronized. "Crazy people don't have
driver's licenses, and they certainly are not allowed to drive.
Yes, I'm going to enjoy tooling around in your cute little car,
and owning your things. Don't worry, though. If you need a
ride, I'm sure the boys here will be happy to oblige."
He nodded at Rufus. "Go ahead, give the command."
"Open, sesame!" Rufus grinned.
Denise gasped as the convicts spread her legs and lifted her feet
in the air, exposing her most intimate parts to Rufus's amused
gaze.
Denise struggled as Rufus slowly ran his greasy, gloved finger up
her pussy lips. Then, using his thumb and forefinger, he began to
slowly masturbate her.
"Don't touch me!" she cried. "Make him stop!"
"Hush, hush, Denise," Dr. Tom counseled. "You need to understand
that hot little pussy of yours belongs to us, too. It's ours to
stroke, and play with, and probe."
"She's juicing up!" Rufus chortled.
"I know that power games turn you on. No secrets here, Denise,"
Tom explained. "Not from me. This whole place is nothing if not
one big power game. Only now it's the other side that has all the
power."
Tom nodded, and Rufus began his cavity search. Denise tried to
wiggle free, but the leering, grinning convicts held her fast.
Her toes scrunched and her muscles strained, but her legs remained
spread shamefully wide for her "exam."
Rufus took his time, slowly masturbating her with his thumb.
Denise bucked and squirmed as his long, dark fingers slowly
wormed their way ever deeper into her.
As she bit her lip and tried to look away, Dr. Tom gently stroked
her cheek. "There, there, dear, it will be over soon. We don't
like this any better than you do, we're just doing our jobs."
Denise's breathing intensified as her excitement grew. Tom and the
orderlies snickered at her arousal, but she was helpless to stop
it. She panted like a dog as the registered sex offender stroked
her to a mind-numbing orgasm.
They all laughed heartily as she grunted through her orgasm. "I
wonder what the inmates would say, if they could see you flat on
your back, feet in the air, humping Rufus's hand? Well, we'll
find out soon enough. I've hired a lot of your former patients,
and they're all anxious to get acquainted with your hot little
snatch."
Rufus gave Denise's clitoris a casual flick of his finger, and
another spasm of pleasure racked her body."
"Please, Tom...um...Doctor. I know we can work something out.
If...."
You always have all the answers, don't you?" Tom chuckled. "Well,
you're my patient now, and I have some answers myself."
Tom gestured to the orderlies, and Denise was diapered. Tom patted
the baby/itching powder onto her cute little bottom himself.
Then came the straitjacket. Rufus spent some time making sure that
the crotch-strap was adjusted "properly." It was tight, so it
provided considerable stimulation, but, with the thickness of the
diaper intervening, there just wasn't enough stimulation.
"I think you'll appreciate this next item, Denise," Tom said. I
invented it myself -– just for you."
He reached into the drawer and produced a large ball gag. She
tried to resist, but he easily slipped it into her mouth and
buckled it around her head.
"The cork in the center comes out like this. It prevents you from
biting down, but it leaves a nice big hole, so we can feed you."
Tom signaled to the orderlies, who forced Denise to her knees. Tom
unzipped his pants. "There, there, Denise," he patronized. "It's
time for your medicine. Get ready...because you're going to
swallow every drop...."
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Edited by C. Lakewood