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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 32

   Annabel nodded and got up to get the equipment.  Delores bent over John
and began to talk quietly to him.

   ''Honey,'' she began, seeing John raise his eyes to her, aware for the
first time that they were a deep clear green, like small pools....  She
lost her focus momentarily at that thought and paused to collect herself
before continuing.

   ''Do you remember that young nurse who came in and teased you the second
day you were here?'' she began.  He nodded, eyes turning cautious for a
moment.  '' I promised you we'd take care of that for you, remember?'' she
asked, almost hoping he'd say no.  He nodded, this time more hopefully.

   ''Well, I need you to trust me, OK?  I want you to let me make things
all better, can you do that?'' He stared, eyes open and trusting her words,
as he nodded again, this time more eagerly.  She hugged him to her, hiding
her face from his innocent stare.  Annabel came and knelt next to John,
looking at Delores and then over to the equipment, nodding her readiness to
begin.  Delores lay John back and began to undress him, quickly stripping
him of the sleeping sack and diapers.  She helped him onto his knees, naked
and now partially erect as Annabel came around his side, wheeling the squat
stool from the day before into view.  His reaction nearly caused him to
knock Delores over with his sudden panic.  She grabbed him and crushed him
to her, feeling his penis jab into the front of her skirt as she tried to
calm him down.

   ''No, no, honey, this isn't like yesterday, this isn't a punishment. 
Please, sweetie.......'' she soothed as she held him firmly, his heart
thudding against her chest as he moaned in fear.

   ''It's all right, it's all right.....'' Her voice calmed him as he began
to come back to her, his erection now a soft swelling against her loins. 
She soothed him until his back and shoulders beginning to relax.  Turning
him around she felt him hesitate only slightly as she bent him over the
padded bar.  Annabel placed a large pillow under his head allowing him to
look up at Delores.  She turned away from his hopeful stare, unable to bear
his look and pretended to be busy with something on the side of the stool.

   ''We're going to keep the bench just like this, OK?'' she asked, gently
pulled his stiff penis out from under him, pointing it downward between his
legs where it lay pulsing against the back of the stool, his scrotum
flushed and drawn in a tight knot above.  He was highly aroused, his cock
twitching in anticipation as Delores sat along side him, her hands rubbing
his back lightly.  His balls began aching with the rush of blood as Annabel
came up behind him and began to coat his cock with what felt like a
lubricant.  Waves of pleasure coursed through his loins, making him groan
as he quickly stiffened in her slick hand, the lubricant beginning to make
him tingle with hot/cold sparks as she pumped him firmly several times. 
His cock began it's long climb to orgasm and then,
suddenly...............nothing He could feel the tug of his flesh around
the base of his cock and could hear the slick sounds of her hand rubbing
him but it was as if his cock had turned to wood.  He struggled to look
sideways at Delores for an explanation but her hands held his shoulders
firmly, pinning his head to the pillow.  Upset and confused he flexed his
internal muscles and began thrusting his hips slightly, trying to get some
extra friction against Annabel's hand, but her grip and it's pleasure were
agonizingly distant and receding further every second.  He began to cry in
frustration, thrusting his hips against the stool, struggling to climax as
Annabel removed her glove and replaced it with a fresh one, this time
filling her fingers with KY.  Holding his bare left cheek with one hand she
wiped her fingers across his anus, working a generous amount of KY between
his cheeks and gradually working a finger over and slightly into the tight
ring, coaxing it into accepting her index finger.  Bucking slightly at the
invasion he held still under Delores' steadying hand as Annabel began to
work her second finger alongside the first, adding more KY to smooth the
way deeper into his rectum.  She could feel the bulge of his swollen
prostate and further back the spongy mass of his seminal vesicles as she
began a slow massage of both.  John squirmed at the violation, flushed with
the humiliation of being 'milked' like this and angry with Delores for
denying him this one pleasure.  He strained to make an orgasm happen as he
felt the tickle of semen starting to flow down his cock.  It was almost
enough......almost....  He groaned in frustration as the two women held him
down and watched Annabel's progress.  Pushing her fingers deep into him she
began rubbing firmly from both sides towards the center, forcing semen and
ejaculate to flow out of him.  Glancing down between his spread legs she
saw the first milky white bead appear at the head of his penis and pausing
with her fingers still inside him she picked up a soft plastic collection
bulb and squeezed it, sliding it onto his penis, letting the slight vacuum
draw it up his shaft and hold it there.  Continuing her massage she watched
as cum trickled out in slow pulses, filling up the vial with thick creamy
swirls.  For the next five minutes only the sticky sound of her fingers and
his crying moans filled the room as she drained him into the vial.

   ''Get as much as you can,'' Delores murmured, feeling John tense under
her hands.  Annabel sat up straighter and began to bear down on John's
rectum, pushing her fingers deeper inside to force the last bit of
ejaculate out of him and into the sample vial.  John howled, as much in
anger as in the pain of his anus trying to clench against her invading
fingers as the last drops spilled from him.  Slowly sliding her fingers out
of his rectum, Annabel snapped off the glove and sat back, frowning at the
struggling buttocks in front of her.  Reaching for a wipe she began
removing KY from between his cheeks as she spoke to Delores.

   ''He's a bit compacted, I think.'' she said, finishing her cleaning and
motioning to John's backside.  ''He seems full.  I noticed the fullness in
his upper colon this morning when I was changing him.'' Delores sighed,
thinking of what that involved.  ''We'll deal with that later this
afternoon, after he calms down.'' she said, ''I really don't want to upset
him any more than he is.'' Annabel slipped the warm vial off of his now
shrinking penis, holding it up to the light and swirling the contents. 
''She really had him primed didn't she?'', she commented, ''There must be
close to an ounce and a half here....''

   "I can think of someone who might be able to put it to good use'',
Delores said with a thoughtful smile.  Annabel smiled back and nodded in
silent agreement.  She capped the tube and slipped it into her side pocket.


   ''I can finish up here.  '' Delores urged her.  ''Go.'' Annabel finished
wiping John's backside and got up to leave.  She took a moment to kneel by
John's heads and tried to touch his flushed face but he spat his pacifier
at her and jerked away from her touch.  She sat back, surprised and looked
to Delores for direction.  The older woman simply nodded a quick 'No',
telling Annabel not to make an issue of it now.  Shaking her head sadly she
stood up, suddenly looking forward to delivering the vial.  Touching his
sweating back Delores could feel the anger and betrayal radiating from
John, and she braced herself for the next outburst she knew was sure to
come, this time wondering if she deserved it.

   Chapter 33

   The rest of the day Delores worked around John as if he were made of
fine china, tolerating his sullen behavior and generally making both of
them miserable.  Having him lie rigid and unyielding in her arms when she
tried to feed him almost made her break into tears.  She actually deferred
to his closed mouth refusal of his bottles rather than inflict any more
pain, simply letting them both sit together, hoping he would relax into her
as he did last night.  But John clung to his anger desperately, maintaining
as uncomfortable a position against her as possible.  The sum of his anger,
denied arms and legs to express itself, kept his back and jaws locked
tight. The humiliation of their denying him of his orgasm burned hot in his
chest and throat, tears very close to eyes every time it replayed in his
head, and his heart and mind ached with it.  Delores held him steadily,
feeling the emotions course through him, waiting patiently as all women
must sometimes do when dealing with someone they love......She stopped
short at that thought as it crept forward, understanding intuitively that
her involvement with John was very different than she had intended.  Of all
the miscreants she'd had to administer he was the first one with any
semblance of personality that was worth knowing.  That night with the
moth.....it still haunted her with the strength of his conviction.  She
knew she cared deeply for that part of him, but love?  That sent a shot of
fear through her heart and she sighed with distress and wrapped her arms
about him even tighter.  John, feeling the stronger embrace, paused in his
angry reverie long enough to feel the surge of affection in her arms.  He
softened slightly into her, letting go some of his pain, and that made the
tiniest bit of difference.  He slowly settled back, signaling to her his
retreat was over; he had begun to return back to her.  As Delores felt him
yield to her embrace she felt a rush of joy and relief that left her dizzy.


   'Who was holding who?' she wondered, bending her head to brush her lips
through his hair.  He rolled his head to one side, nuzzling the top of her
breast and she shifted awkwardly on the floor, swinging her hips around to
lay him across her lap.  She cupped his face in her left hand, searching to
see the look she loved in those deep green eyes and held still, waiting for
him to return her stare.  Slowly his gaze wandered across her, over her
arms around him and the soft hills of her breasts above him, floating shyly
across her lips and nose to arrive finally, reluctantly, at her eyes.  She
sighed, humming encouragement to him and he began to flush with
embarrassment with his own tears.  He buried his face in her breast,
hiding, but she gently turned his face back to hers, pouring her feeling
down onto his frightened face.

   Chapter 34

   ''Are you sure you really want this?'' the Director asked again, not
quite believing her.  Delores had always been the pillar, the strong and
sensible one, and now here she was, willing to become a full nurse for one
patient, all decided in a matter of days.  They sat across from each other
in their usual places, Martha watching the resolve in her head nurses'
features as she explained her dilemma and a possible solution.  Martha was
at first taken aback by Delores' admission and consequent plan, but as she
listened she recalled every enthusiastic proposal Delores had brought to
her office, realizing that she was a rare instinctual planner, someone who
didn't necessarily know the outcome of her actions but trusted that they
would work for the best.  What Delores proposed was a little different,
Martha thought, watching the hopeful face of her favorite nurse.  She was
the plan itself this time, dangerous for the commitment it required of both
patient and practitioner, not to mention the wife.......

   'Elena', the director mused, recalling the woman's bright face.  She had
blossomed quite rapidly at the Estate, finding strengths that had begun to
assert themselves quickly, impressing every one around her, including some
of the male staff.  She still didn't know about John's treatment and wasn't
scheduled to know for another three months.

   ' Hmmm...' She returned to the woman perched on the edge of the sofa
across from her, considering all the factors.  Delores waited, trying to
keep calm about this and also trying not to hide her hopes from a woman she
trusted.

   '' I don't approve,'' Martha said finally.  Delores froze, the shock of
the director's words making her pale.

   '' But I'll let you go ahead anyway, my dear.'' she finished, smiling
inwardly at the flash of joy in Delores' eyes.  '' You can start treatment
right away, this afternoon if you like, just keep me posted as to what
happens.'' Delores nodded firmly, unable to hold back the smile that
brightened her features.

   ''Any idea of whom you're going to pick to take up your administrative
duties?'', Martha asked.

   Delores replied quickly as she straightened her papers, preparing to
leave '' I was thinking that this might be a good time for Jasmine to learn
that side of the Estate,'' she replied.  Seeing Martha's surprised look she
added,

   ''I've forgiven her.....and more importantly, John has too.  Besides, I
think she could use some time to collect herself without the distraction of
all the men we're......treating.''

   ''You are amazing'', Martha said, smiling and shaking her head as she
looked down at the proposal.  ''Take care of both of you, OK?'' Delores had
already left.
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