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 Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 11

   Jimmy's cock becomes Beverly's only hope

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   Beverly sat in the dark, alone.  At some point someone had put a small
bucket under her and now when she urinated and moved her bowels she could
hear the plastic resonate as she filled it.  It was the only thing she had
control over; the complete inability to move otherwise was starting to
break down her psyche.  Nothing else had any meaning outside of her plaster
prison.  She would have done anything just to be able to wiggle her toes or
scratch an itch.  She tried to scream just to make some noise, but the
feeding tube muffled it.

   The door opened and light from the hallway flooded in, outlining the
silhouette of Jimmy.  He flicked the light on, and she squinted as her eyes
adjusted to the light.  "Whoa, cunt, looks like the Doc did a number on
you," he remarked as he fingered the fishing weights on her nipple rings.
She moaned and closed her eyes as the soreness registered from the tender
nerve endings.  "Nice.  Oh, and more jewelry here." His fingers explored
her labia with the new piercings.  He flicked them together to make a
clinking sound, and she shivered inwardly.

   She heard the plastic bucket being scraped across the floor as he pulled
it out.  "You stay put, I need to rinse out your bucket." She whined as he
went out the door.  "Don't worry, I'll be back." When he returned, he slid
the bucket under the chair and then grasped her by the upper arms.  " Now
I'm going to tilt you forward so I can clean you up." Using her
plaster-encased toes as a pivot point, he eased her forward and down onto
the floor, her stiff arms now supporting her.  Gravity pulled the nipple
weights and she squealed as they swung from the motion.

   Jimmy pulled her forward a couple of feet to get her clear of the chair,
making the agonizing weights on her nipples swing more.  "Well, whattaya
know, Ray was right," he laughed, "you do look like a coffee table." She
felt him use a warm rag to clean the piss and shit off of her pussy and
asshole, followed by his fingers exploring her newly-cleaned and wet labia.
She heard a zipper being pulled down followed by the rustle of clothes, so
it was no surprise to feel his cockhead pressing into her.

   "I figure you gotta be bored outta your mind being all by yourself
mummied up like that, so you wouldn't mind me throwing you a little
stimulation.  Am I right?  Squeak once for yes, and twice for no." She
squeaked once.  "Good, I'm glad you don't mind.  If you had said no, I was
gonna fuck you anyway.  But you like your pal Jimmy, right?" Again she gave
one squeak.  "It's too bad you got that tube in your mouth because I would
have liked a blow job first, but I guess you can't have everything."

   He began to move in and out of her, slow at first, then more forcefully.
The weights were swinging harder in response to his thrusts, and his hands
squeezed the upper part of her tits.  She squealed in pain.  He stopped
pumping her for a moment.  "Oh, your big titties are sore, aren't they? 
Those weights must really hurt.  You want me to stop and put you back in
the chair, leave you all alone in the dark again?" Quickly she squeaked
twice for no.  "Good." He started pumping again, but a little more slowly.
Jimmy was enjoying his slow fuck, but then sped up and jammed himself in
her, not backing out as he came.  She felt the warmth as he filled her
pussy, felt the wetness as it oozed out of her hole as he softened and
pulled out.

   "You do have a nice pussy, but now I got to put you back." Beverly
squeaked her protest as he lifted her and put her back on the chair.  "I
know, you don't want me to leave.  I'm hoping I get to keep you when the
Doc is through with you.  As a matter of fact, while you're sitting here by
yourself, why don't you start thinking about the things you'll do to take
care of me, and the stuff you'll cook so I have good home-cooked meals
instead of restaurant crap.  You're a good cook, right?" Beverly gave an
affirmative squeak.

   Beverly felt the weight lifted off her nipples as Jimmy unclipped them
from her new nipple rings.  He startled her by bending his head and placing
light kisses around her tender nipples.  "I can't kiss your lips goodbye,
so this will have to do," he chuckled.  Beverly moaned in sadness as he
stood up and headed for the door.  As he turned out the lights, she had a
thought.  Her last period was a couple of weeks ago, while she was locked
up in the cell.  Since then, Jimmy had filled her pussy twice, and might do
it again.  And he had said after Dr.  Stern was done he wanted to have her.
For the first time in a long time she felt sanity returning as her thoughts
now took her beyond the plaster and pain.  She began imagining what life
would be like with Jimmy as her man, taking care of him and having his
babies...