Last_Breath
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"Don't you know that you're going to die?" The woman said
with a pleading voice.
. She was a beautiful young nurse with an oval face and
fair skin. Her sandy colored hair was pulled back into a pony
tail and her big brown eyes were open wide. Gerald shrugged
with an apologetic smile and he could see the frustration and
sorrow wash across her face. He was in his mid thirties,
average height, average health, so it seemed, with medium
length black hair. The nurse stared at the small scar on his
left cheek as she took the blood pressure machine off his
arm. Her mouth was slightly open as she wanted desperately to
say something that would motivate Gerald to change his mind.
He had come to the doctors office for what he was sure was
strep throat. It was going around where he worked and he
didn't want to spread it to anyone else. He was right. The
nursing staff ran the swab and confirmed it within minutes.
It was when this young nurse took his blood pressure that her
panic began. It was spiking; spiking to the point she thought
he was in the middle of a heart attack. Her attempts to bring
Gerald's redular doctor into the room revealed his condition.
The doctor refused to have anything to do with this patient
after he was diagnosed with stomach cancer and refused any
form of treatment. Gerald smiled sincerely as her eyes teared
slightly. A doctor he didn't know stepped into the room and
the nurse left. The doctor made an excuse why Gerald's ex
doctor was unavailable and quickly began running through a
long list of treatments, diets, and behavior adjustments.
Gerald waited patiently until he finished and asked plainly.
"And if I don't want treatment?"
. The chubby doctor sat at the computer and looked over
with confusion. His confusion quickly turned to anger as he
rattled off a speech about living in America and having the
freedom to make any stupid choices you want. Gerald knew he
must have talked to his ex-doctor. The man angrily snapped
that he estimated Gerald's chance of death at four hundred
percent and told him his "escape" was on the left before
storming out of the room. Gerald was impressed by how
judgmental the doctor managed to make the word escape sound.
As he walked to his car with his prescription for
antibiotics, he thought about the young nurse's face. She was
a stranger to him; never seen him before, will never see him
again, yet he was supposed to believe that his disappearance
from this planet would affect her in any way whatsoever. The
behavior of both doctors made him chuckle as he put the key
in the ignition. They were both older white men dripping with
the smell of golf Sundays and seminars near beaches. The idea
that either of them would really give a fuck about some union
factory worker dying in near poverty was a surreal joke he
couldn't understand. He lit up a cigarette and read the
warning about lung cancer. He pulled out the medical center
laughing as if he had just watched a stand up comic.
. A few months later Gerald sat in his friend Teresa's
living room. She was the only friend he had left in the
world. Eating had become a rather painful ordeal for him, so
he avoided it as much as possible. As a result he had become
pretty trim. He had a hard six pack on his stomach and a
small sculpted chest. His shoulders and arms were
surprisingly muscular for how thin he was. His physical
changes made it hard for him to keep his condition under
wraps. Every one in the world avoided him. Something about
his not feeling the need to fight for his life pissed them
off. Even his enemies and the people who took perverse
pleasure in treating him like shit, had nothing but judgement
and contempt for his decision. Gerald found this ridiculous.
He and Teresa were discussing this as they sipped coffee on
her couch. She was a slightly chubby red head in her early
twenties. She knew what it was like to be ignored, but mostly
she was young and naive, and never judged Gerald, no matter
how much the thought of his death always made her cry when he
left. She had a crush on him. She had it for years, but
Gerald was divorced and swore he would die before he stepped
foot anywhere near a relationship again. She was surprised at
how honest he was. He was insanely honest. It took his death
for the people in his life to realize that, and everyone but
her hated him for it.
"Make me understand," She said calmly.
"It's simple," he said as she took a long sip of her iced
coffee. "When I die, it will cause a very brief shuffling of
paperwork and a momentary word or two of complaint from a
very small number of people who have been mildly
inconvenienced; not by my death, but the fact that I ever
existed in the first place."
"Fuck you, you fucking asshole!"
Gerald stared at her in confusion. He remembered the nurse at
the doctors office as he stared into Teresa's sad green eyes.
"So what are we going to do tonight?" She asked, still very
much angry at him.
"We?" He asked.
"Yes we, you stupid jerk. I'm not leaving your side until you
make me smile again."
"Well..." answered Gerald with an evil grin, "Since I'm dying
soon, I think it's time for me to finally embrace some
religion."
Teresa was frightened and confused. He pulled his phone from
his pocket and opened the web browser.
She waited as he called up a picture of a busty woman in a
nuns outfit holding a long ruler in one and an enormous dildo
in the other.
"I know where to get an outfit like that," she said excitedly
and hopped up from the couch. "Stay here and keep an eye on
the place for me."
"What? Really?" Gerald asked a little dazed.
"You want religion, I'm going to give it to you until you beg
me to stop."
She kissed him on the cheek and darted out with a sinister
giggle.
. When she returned, Gerald was sleeping on the couch.
She crept past him carrying two large paper bags full of
stuff. She disappeared down the hall for quite a while before
returning in an outfit eerily close to the one the woman in
the picture wore. It was a long, dark, button down dress that
hugged the curves of her hips and a nun's black veil with a
small white head band. She leaned down and kissed Gerald
softly, rubbing his chest as he slowly woke.
"Oh my god," he said aloud as his eyes slowly focused on his
friend in her new outfit. "You look amazing."
He blinked slowly as he took in the site of her. The dress
accented every curve of her thick soft body. The large perky
nipples of her small breasts poked at the thin material and
he knew she wasn't wearing a single thing underneath.
"Come on," she said pulling his hand and smiling. As Gerald
stood up, she slowly undressed him and lead him out of the
room. "By the way..." she added as she led him down the hall,
"you don't have a safe word with me."
"Huh?" Asked Gerald without getting a response.
At the end of the hall was an open door revealing a small
linen closet. On the left, another door opened to Teresa's
bedroom. A soft red light came from a small purposely dimmed
lamp in the far corner. Several objects were laid out on the
large bed in the center of the room. Gerald tried to peer in
to see what they were, but Teresa put a hand on his chin and
turned his face towards hers.
"No peaking." She said sternly and led him through a third
door on the right into a large bathroom. Gerald looked
around.
There were a pair of had cuffs and a blindfold on the sink, a
soft washcloth and scented body wash on the floor of the
shower, and he couldn't even begin to guess what was in the
large paper bag sitting on the water tank of the toilette.
His heart pounded with excitement and fear.
"What is that for?" He said as he noticed a wooden yard stick
in the corner of the shower.
"That is there in case you fail to obey me," Sister Teresa
said, picking up the hand cuffs from the sink and pulling
Gerald's wrists behind his back.
She clicked them shut and guided Gerald to the toilette. As
he stood in front of it, she reached into the bag sitting on
it's water tank and pulled out an enema kit. Gerald's eyes
opened with fear as she handled the small red bladder with a
short rubber hose attached.
"What the hell is that for?" He asked.
"That's cute." Was the only reply the sadistic nun gave him
as she pulled a small bottle of lubricant from the bag.
Gerald's breathing sped up as he watched her slide gel around
the small plastic nozzle at the end of the hose and set the
bladder on the closed lid of the toilette seat. Teresa
pointed a finger in the air and twirled it. Gerald gave her a
confused and frightened looked. She cleared her throat and
made the gesture again with serious eyes. He slowly turned
his back to her and winced in anticipation. He felt something
wet and slippery on the skin of his ass and instinctively
clinched it hard. "The more you resist me, the more painful
this will be."
She pushed s finger between his tightly pressed cheeks and
forced her way to his ass-hole. When she got the tip inside
him, she wriggled her finger around and Gerald made breathy
sounds of discomfort. It was harder for her to pull her
finger out of his ass than it was for her to push it in.
"Relax," she commanded him as she pushed on his back forcing
him to bend over slightly. "I've only got two hands, so I
can't pry your cheeks apart and stick this in you at the same
time."
She picked up the enema bag and slid the end of the hose
between Gerald's cheeks. He grunted as she pushed the small
plastic tip inside him. He teetered slightly without his arms
to help his balance, then he felt it. Sister Teresa squeezed
the bladder and Gerald stopped moving, or making any sounds.
The warm water filling his insides was like nothing he ever
felt before. When the bladder was empty, Teresa pulled the
hose from his ass with a small pop and lifted the lid of the
toilette for Gerald to sit down.
Before he did, she tossed the enema kit to the floor and
stepped into the shower to pick up her yard stick.
"You're going to hold that water in until I tell you to let
it out." She helped him sit, then held the long ruler tightly
on one end while the other end bounced of the palm of her
hand. "I'm going to ask you a question. The sooner you answer
it honestly, the sooner you can unclenched your ass and let
the water out. Lie to me..." She smacked the toilette, barely
missing his thigh. The loud crack made Gerald jump and his
skin tingled with a strange mix of fear and excitement. He
trusted this woman, but he was nervous to the point of slight
trembles. He could feel warm water trying to push it's way
out of his back door as he looked at the curves of Sister
Teresa's body in the tight dark dress.
"You like looking at me..." She undid the top three buttons
of her dress and let it open to the point just before her
nipples showed. A glimpse of her large areolas peaked out as
she held the yard stick vertical and stroked it. "I'm glad,
but if I see even a hint of an erection before I tell you to
get one..."
It was too late. Gerald's penis was slowly growing and
pointing upwards. She smacked him hard with the ruler sending
a crack into the air and a leaving a red line on his thigh. A
slight tinkle came from the toilette and he panted.
"I'm sorry, Teresa." He said obediently.
"That's Sister Teresa!" She said, striking him on the thigh
again.
"Sorry, sister." He said concentrating on keeping his penis
in check. It slowly shrank until it dangled limply again.
Sister Teresa held an end of the stick in each hand and
glared at Gerald as if she were trying to bend a steel rod.
"Why do you want to die?" She asked sternly.
Gerald's mouth opened, but he fumbled for words. She raised
the yard stick to strike him.
"I don't want to die," he said quickly.
Whack! filled the air as she brought the stick down hard on
his other thigh leaving a mark.
"I told you not to lie to me!"
His eyes had faint traces of tearing as he looked up at her.
Her expression was hard and her eyes showed no signs of mercy
or relenting. Gerald wondered what he had got himself into.
Water was pushing it's way out of his ass weather he wanted
it to or not. The skin of his thighs tingled. He took a deep
breath and looked her in the eyes.
"I want to die, because you're the only person in the world
who cares that I'm alive." As he said the words, he couldn't
hold the water in any more. A tear slipped down his cheek as
he relaxed his ass and let the water pour out of him into the
toilette. Sister Teresa dropped the yard stick on the floor
and turned the water on in the shower. She helped him stand
and flushed as she guided him into the warm shower. He looked
at her with a new understanding and she looked back with
compassion and love. The warm water of the shower felt like a
blanket as it spread over Gerald's body.
"So, is it time to take off the cuffs yet?" He asked her as
she squeezed soap on to a luffa and worked up a lather.
"Not yet," she said softly. "I have one more question to ask
you."
As she slowly bathed him, her dress took on water. The thin
dark cloth clung to her body like a second skin. She paid
special attention when bathing Gerald's penis, rubbing the
thick lather around his circumcised head. He watched her as
his cock hardened. She stopped stroking and looked at it. It
was long and a little thin as it pointed decidedly upwards,
bobbing slightly as it throbbed. Her dress was soaked. She
slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall heavily to the
shower floor. Gerald gratefully admired the beauty of her
body.
"You had a question," he said after the warm silence.
"Not here." She said turning off the water. She squeezed his
hard penis and gently pulled him by it, out of the bathroom
and across the hall into the bedroom. The soft red glow was
inviting. As she led him to the bed, Gerald looked at the
items she had ready for him. One was a cock ring made of
thick rubber with four small metal rings attached to the
outside of the circle. Laid out around it were four small
weights on small hooks. He smiled when he saw that, but when
he saw the last item on the bed, he cringed. It was a Pear of
Anguish. It was small with padded rubber leaves and a
phallic shaped dial. Gerald's erection fell to half mass in
Teresa's hand. She turned and looked at him.
"Don't worry," she said lovingly. "Give me an honest answer
and you will never have to know what that feel like." She
kissed him softly on the mouth and he wanted to wrap his arms
around her and never let go. Gerald realized that he hadn't
felt this way about anyone since his divorce. He also
realized that Teresa had been wanting this kiss even before
his divorce took place.
He looked into her eyes and smiled, finally fully realizing
what it was that they felt for each other. She still wore the
nuns cap and she smiled as she moved around behind him an
pushed him on the bed.
"On your knees. Ass in the air."
Gerald followed her commands without hesitation. His chest
and face were on the bed and he arched his back to give her
as much access to his ass as possible. She stretched the
rubber ring around his cock and he felt it clamp down on his
flesh. There was a pause where he felt and heard nothing,
followed by the feeling of her wet fingers sliding around the
spread cheeks of his ass. He didn't clinch like he did in the
bathroom as she slid a digit into him and lubed his tight
hole for a second time.
"Do you feel that?" She asked pulling her finger out him and
holding the pear against the skin of his tiny opening.
"Yes, Sister Teresa." He said with a gulp.
"My question to you is this... who will you miss most when
you leave this world?"
Gerald breathed heavily. Teresa waited for a minute, giving
him a chance to think. When he didn't respond, she pushed the
pear slowly into him. He grunted with pain and panted as she
left it inside him and attached a weight to his cock ring.
The weights looked small and insignificant on the bed, but
Gerald felt like he would loose his erection as it tugged on
his penis. His ass convulsed as it tried uselessly to expel
the device waiting to push it open.
"Shall I ask again?" Teresa's voice was almost taunting.
"You?" He asked more than said.
"I want an honest answer!" Gerald moaned loudly as she turned
the knob, opening the hole of his ass as leaves of the pear
spread apart. She attached another weight to his cock ring
and Gerald felt as if someone were trying to pull his penis
off. He wanted desperately to lose his erection, but the cock
ring did it's job far too well. His breathing became
sporadic, and he felt Teresa's hand gently rub his back.
"It's OK. Just say it."
"Her!" Gerald forced the words through his uncontrollable
panting. "My ex-wife. I loved her. She was all I ever wanted
in life, and she left me for a guy with more money. As long
as I live, I'll never love anyone the way I loved her, and
she's never coming back!"
Teresa gently pulled the pear from Gerald's ass. The pink
flesh of his gaping hole throbbed. She pulled the rubber ring
from around his cock and it quickly deflated. She took off
his hand cuffs without a word, and Gerald sat up with
surprise to see her crying.
"I'm sorry." He said softly "I never wanted to say that to
anyone. Least of all to you."
"Come here," she whispered as she sat down beside him and
pulled his head into her small bosom. She hugged him tightly
and he wrapped his arms around her waist and let himself cry.
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