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PART THREE OF THREE
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further. This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'Q'
key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!
Phil Phantom
"First Class Treatment"
Part Three of Three
By: Tiffany
In the days that followed, I discovered three hidden cameras
aimed at the bed. The boys went out of their way to be nice and
considerate. They made every effort to insure my comfort.
They brought me piss in an opaque mug, pinching my nose so that I
wouldn't smell what I drank. I could occasionally taste their
semen in my baby food, but they went out of their way to hide the
food preparation. My pussy and ass got a great deal of
attention, but they avoided the appearance of messing around. It
was clear that they thought this was the way to win my
after-treatment favors. I found this all rather amusing;
however, it wasn't working.
I appreciated the care, but I knew I'd be the same mother on
the last day and they'd feel cheated. They hadn't learned from
watching a master at work. The nurse showed them how to change
me and gave them the tools and the technique. They were going
about it all wrong.
I had plenty of time to analyze Wendy's technique. It
occurred to me that a woman - at least this woman - is
like cold steel. To change it permanently, you have to heat it
to near melting and force the change in shape by beating if
necessary, then let it cool slowly. In a sense, that's what she
did to me. The boys could, indeed, make me their willing sex
slave, but not without force, carefully applied. In a way, I
hoped they'd wise up. After five days, I was ready to drop
hints. The twice-daily coffee enemas kept me wired. I grew
hornier with each day. They didn't even pick up on that. I
finally told them that if I had to drink urine, I'd rather use
their natural straws. Those idiots didn't even take the hint
when I kept sucking on a drained cock that grew stiff in my
mouth. They pulled out and apologized for getting erect.
Wendy, the nurse, paid me a visit on the sixth day. She
visited me alone and we made love. Afterwards, she stood by the
bed stroking my face and said, "You know what this is all about,
don't you?"
"Yes, I knew from the first night. I spotted the cameras,
also. Tell Walter I'm not upset; I understand."
"He'll appreciate that. He has been a bit concerned. He's
really a great guy, Ann. He will marry you after this is over if
you still want him."
"I think I might. I'm surprised he hasn't come in here."
"He won't, not until the month is up. The boys haven't
discovered your secrets have they?"
"You mean, am I responding to their conditioning? No!"
"I wish I could help, but my part is over. Walter wants
this to evolve naturally or not at all. He feels certain that
they'll figure it out, or you will take the initiative. I
wonder. I noticed that you've dropped some not-too-subtle
hints."
"I suppose he has everything on tape."
"Yes, from every angle. There's more than three cameras,
Ann. You're already quite a celebrity. Twenty people were
gathered at Dr. Greendale's last night. He is a real doctor, by
the way."
"Are you a real nurse?"
"No, and I'll forgive that sexist remark. I'm an
obstetrician, thank you very much."
"Sorry, I should have guessed."
"That's all right. I hardly believe it myself. Actually,
I'm a first year resident. Look, I have to go. I'll just say
one more thing. Walter wants this to work very badly. If you
plan to marry him, think about giving him the wife he wants."
"You mean a wife that is a sex slave to her children."
"Yes, but not just to her children, to anyone Walter likes."
"That doesn't surprise me too much. I'll think about it."
She walked to the door and paused to blow me a kiss, saying,
"You do that, lover. Take your medicine and get well."
I thought long and hard about what she said and had mixed
feelings. My horniness grew over the next two days. Jason sat
with me after giving me a thorough sponge bath. After a long
silence, he said, "This isn't working, is it?"
I said, "No. I appreciate how hard you
guys are trying, and I don't blame you one bit for what you're
trying to do."
"How come it ain't working?"
"I'm sure not going to tell you. That's like asking the
condemned man to hang himself."
"Okay, but just tell me this. Is there a way?"
"Yes."
"No shit! You mean if we do it right, you'd be like a sex
slave for us?"
"If you did everything just right; yes, I can see that
happening."
I felt as though I'd said too much already. I could see the
wheels turning as he paced back and forth. He said, "Greg said
you sucked his cock after he gave you a drink. Is that true?"
"I was extra thirsty. I thought he was holding back."
"Bullshit! You're lying. You like sucking our dicks, don't
you?"
"It's better than drinking from the mug, yes."
"You know what I think? I think you want to be our sex
slave."
"Wishful thinking, Jason."
"Look, if there's a way, you better tell me. I can't take
much more of this. If it doesn't look like we'll win, I'm just
going to take what I want while I can and let the chips fall
where they may."
"That's always been your option, but if you rape me or hurt
me I'll never forgive you."
"Being nice doesn't help, maybe being mean will. Is that
what you want, someone to knock you around and take charge?"
"That is not what I want, Jason. I'm warning you. I'll be
cured and out of here in three weeks. You mess with me and I'll
toss your young ass out into the street. You can go live with
your father, if you can find him."
This stern warning cooled his heels. He turned his back on
me with folded arms and locked jaws. I let him stew for a
moment, then said, "Jason, I'm getting a little thirsty."
He turned slowly with a curious smile forming. He studied
my expression for a few moments, then said, "I'm not sure I need
to go. Greg and Arthur are out playing somewhere. Do you want me
to pull out my dick and let you suck on it?" With a leering
grin, he said, "If you suck real hard, maybe you can nurse a
trickle out of it."
I forced back a smile, trying to remain serious. I said,
"If you think it might help."
Jason opened his pants and stood on the footstool for that
purpose. He shoved his cock out, and I leaned toward it. I
captured the flaccid but swelling cock in my mouth and began
nursing like a baby sucking a nipple. I could tell he was
holding back. When they try to piss, I can feel the muscles
relax. His cock grew steadily larger until I was sucking on a
fully erect organ. I continued sucking while he gazed down from
his superior position, hands on hips, smiling. He said, "I can't
pee with a fuckin' hardon, Mom. If you want my piss that bad,
you have to make it soft. You know how, don't you?"
I held his dick in my mouth and looked up. His big grin was
precious. I nodded and began a sucking pumping bob. He
encouraged, "That's it Mother, suck my pecker! I'm going to cum
in your mouth."
I sucked with greater urgency as his vile invectives
increased. The more names he called me, the harder I sucked. My
lips were bouncing off his pubic hair as he called me a
cock-sucking, piss-drinking whore. When his cock began spewing
forth his rich cream, I began nursing once again. When the last
dribble oozed out, I let up on the lip pressure and let him
shrink. He relaxed and gave a short squirt of piss. I sucked
it down, then waited for more. He gave me another long squirt,
filling my mouth. Though I wasn't at all thirsty, I acted like
he was giving me life-sustaining nourishment. He dragged the
scene out for several long minutes, then told me he was empty. I
gave his cock a long reluctant parting suck, then pulled free and
said, "Thank you, dear. I guess I was thirstier than I thought."
He zipped up and stepped down, smiling at me all the while.
He wandered about the room for a while, thinking. He came over
and said, "You like sucking our cocks, don't you?"
"Most normal females like performing fellatio, yes."
"Yeah, but you really like it because we're your sons, huh?"
"Jason, in my current situation, a cock is a cock. It's
been over a week since I've had an orgasm. I am getting a little
sexually frustrated."
"I can just imagine you are. A whore like you needs fucking
every day, twice a day, three times, maybe ten, huh?"
"Come on, Jason, you don't need to rub it in." Jason
grabbed the controller, and I began rising free of the bed. "What
are you doing? Put me down."
He stopped only when the framework was at its maximum and my
back was eighteen inches clear of the bed. He placed the basin
beneath me, took the water wand in hand, climbed up, and knelt
between my legs. He grasped the bottle locked in my anus then
twisted and pulled. It came out and a couple of cups of
unabsorbed coffee poured out and into the basin. I could feel
cool air enter my colon. My sphincter no longer contracted, and I
knew he could see far into my empty colon. He adjusted
the wand to pulse and shot directly into my bowels. It was a
deliciously wicked sensation, and I moaned. The pulsing jets ran
up my slit and danced over my throbbing clit. My loins squirmed
in lewd acceptance. He taunted, "Feels nice, huh?"
"Yes, keep doing that, sweetheart. Oh yes, on my clit,
honey."
He would not hold the pulse on my clit but used it in a
teasing manner, bringing me to the brink, then backing off. He
repeated this over and over until I was a mass of squirming,
begging excited tissue. I pleaded for release, but he ignored my
pathetic pleas. After ten minutes or so, he set the wand down
and leaned up over my lower abdomen, resting his forearms on my
mound. He smiled a victor's smile and said, "You scratch my back,
and I'll scratch yours."
I raised a passion-racked head up and looked into his
mischievous eyes. I said, "I already scratched your back, or did
you forget already?"
"You did that for you. You tell me how to make you our sex
slave, and I'll get you off."
"Jason, I can't. Please!"
"All right. Just give me a hint."
My head lolled back. I thought hard. I needed to cum so
badly. I lifted my head and said, "Okay, you win. I'll give you
a hint. You know from hearing my sexual history that I've never
done anything with another woman. Wendy changed me. She turned
me bisexual. She knew how."
I could see him pondering this admission with a wry smile.
He said, "So you're a real cunt-lapper now, huh?"
"Yes, couldn't you tell."
"Yes, but I like hearing you admit it. Hey, I could get
Sherry up here for you. Would you like to lick my girlfriend's
cunt? She'd let you."
"Please, don't bring anyone in here, especially not Sherry."
"Why, don't you think she's cute. She thinks you're cute.
She's always telling me what a sexy mom I have."
"Jason, I'm serious. Don't you dare bring her in here.
This will freak her out."
"You don't know Sherry very well."
He picked up the water wand, set the pulse, and peppered my
pussy, taunting me about eating Sherry's pussy. He soon had me
writhing and moaning. In less than a minute, I came gloriously.
He set the wand down and climbed off the bed. My head hung
from my shoulders as I slowly returned to the mattress. When the
weight of my body came fully to rest on the mattress, he began
drawing the ropes free of the rings. He rolled me to my right
side then pulled and tugged at my casts until I was in an all
fours posture in the middle of the bed. This was the first time
in over a week that I'd been free of the ropes and facing the
mattress. Being face down was an odd sensation. I looked over my
shoulder as he adjusted my leg casts out to their fullest, placing
my knees near the edges of the bed. I said, "What are you up to?"
"I'm going to get me some pussy before it's too late. I've
always wanted to fuck you, Mother."
"What do you mean, before its too late."
"I think I know how Wendy did it. You are as good as a
slave right now, bitch. Before this treatment is over, your
pussy won't be good for fucking by anything smaller than a
fuckin' horse. I figure I better get some now, or forget it."
Before I had time to reply, I felt Jason's six-inch rod
poking my opening. He slid in easily and gripped me by the hips,
saying, "Aaah, Yes, sweet Momma's pussy at last. This may not be
doing much for you, but I'm digging it."
He was wrong; I loved it. Of course, I probably would have
loved any cock at that point, but there was something special
about having a cock I gave birth to returning home. I took the
fucking in silence, and moaned into the mattress as he pumped his
seed into me.
When he pulled out, he gave my ass a sound slap and climbed
down from the bed. He took my ropes and tied them to eyebolts in
the wall, spread-eagleing me on my stomach. This was also new to
me. I watched him scrubbing his right arm clear to his arm pit
and my anxiety rose. I said, "Don't even think about putting
that in my vagina, Jason." He just looked over and smiled.
It wasn't my pussy he was interested in. He came up along
my left side and leaned over my ass. Without having rinsed the
soap off, he shoved his hand right up my backside. I groaned,
though his hand was actually smaller than the bottle. He had no
trouble getting in and was easily in up to his elbow before I
knew what hit me. I could feel his hand way up inside me, and it
felt strangely marvelous. I said nothing, only groaned, as he
eased in more, feeling his way along my colon walls. It felt
like a python had crawled up my ass. He was in to his triceps
and still going. I could feel him moving my guts about. I felt
pressure on my stomach and my breathing was difficult as his hand
interfered with the free movement of my diaphragm. I took
shallow, panting breaths as he went in further. I felt his
shoulder touch my ass cheek and cried, "Oh Jesus! Is your arm
all the way inside me?"
"Fuckin 'A' it is, right up to the pits. Sherry's going to
really get off on this. Shit, I can feel your heart beating."
"Honey, please! Bend your elbow. You're interfering with
my diaphragm; I can't breathe."
"Sorry, is this better?"
"Yes, much better."
"Man, I'll bet Sherry can get most of her leg up your ass,
as tiny as she is. Would you like that, Mother? Would you like
Sherry's sexy leg up your ass?"
God, that image had me thinking and dreaming. Sherry isn't
quite fourteen, but doesn't look over twelve. She has a fully
developed body that she loves to flaunt. Half the time the
little tart doesn't even wear panties. I can't tell you how many
times I've caught her shooting bare beavers. She doesn't even
bother to stop when I enter the room. If that weren't enough,
Jason adds to the spectacle by fingering her for my benefit. I
always found those scenes wildly erotic and never interfered.
He's been fucking her for six months. I've been treated to that
scene often enough also. So when Jason made the lewd suggestion,
I said, "What does it matter what I like?"
"That's right. It doesn't. I'll use you any way I like,
and you know it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You already know you're going to lose, don't you?"
I took a deep breath as his hand drew out several inches. I
said, "Yes!" He shoved it back in fully and I gasped.
"You're going to let Sherry squat over your mouth and piss,
aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"You'll let her piss into your open mouth, then follow that
stream to the source and suck the rest right out of her piss
hole, huh?"
"Yes, Oh God, yes!"
Jason drew his arm from my ass and wiped it clean with a
hand towel. He came up along my left side and smiled, saying,
"You are an incredible slut, Mother."
All I could do was stare blankly into his face. He touched
my nose and said, "You better do a good job on Sherry. I'm
bringing her by tonight."
I just stared dumbly as his fingers traced my lips. He left
the room shortly after that and left me to ponder my new
situation. I drew in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I
was fucked, and knew it.
Prior to leaving, Jason returned me to my usual position: on
my back with the ropes running through the eyebolts in the ends
of my casts. Since the ropes ran through rings on the frame's
rim, my arms and legs were out wide - my dead cockroach pose.
I had several hours to myself. I thought about the
predicament I was in. I saw no way out, at least not while the
treatment was going on, and the treatment was due to last three
more weeks. Three weeks of drinking piss and eating sperm-laden
baby food while totally helpless. On top of that, my casts made me
itch terribly.
I thought about my ass and bowels. After three weeks of
constant high colonic enemas, keeping those bottles in my ass,
and taking arms and legs up my rear, I doubted that I'd ever
function normally again. I doubted that my sphincter could ever
retract. I wondered what it would be like to have a wide open
ass all the time. I'd needed a stopper of some sort, a
big one. And my vagina, what would it look like after constant
fist fucking. Would my sex lips droop to my knees? Would I ever
get pleasure from a simple cock again? Were they trying to turn
me into some kind of circus sex freak? Were me and my sons being
conditioned to provide amusement to Walter Quintana and his
bizarre friends? The possibilities were both frightening and
exciting.
I fantasized about life married to Walter and as a sex slave
to my three horny kids. I new he'd love seeing me at their
sexual beck and call. Would they tire of the novelty of fist
fucking my cunt, or arm fucking my ass? I knew they'd never tire
of blow jobs or using me as a urinal. Drinking piss, living off
it, in fact, now that was a novel idea. I must admit that piss is
not bad once you get used to it. Drinking it warm, right from
the body is much better than cold from a mug. If urine truly was
as healthy as they said, I could adjust. I knew Walter would find
endless hours of amusement watching me drink from my sons' cocks.
What would dinners be like? And then, there was Sherry -
cute, adorable, provocative Sherry. Visions of her youthful
pussy filled my imagination ever since Jason threatened to bring
her over. I knew the little minx would love seeing me trussed
naked and vulnerable like this. She would not hesitate to add to
my humiliation. She'd hop right up on the bed and squat on my
head, grinding her delicious little slimy twat all over my face.
Oh yes, and she would piss, piss in my mouth, on my face, on my
tits. She'd probably press her cunt against mine and piss in it.
And would she actually try to enter my ass with her leg, pointing
her little painted toes and shoving her foot inside me, twisting
and pushing until her knee went in past my hole. Yes, of course
she would. Jason would insist.
What was keeping them, I wondered. Someone should be with
me. It wasn't like them to all go off and leave me alone for so
long. It was time for another enema. I was due for a feeding.
I was getting thirsty. Besides, I needed to piss. I'd never
called out before. It was the only way. I yelled out, "Hey! Is
anybody out there? Hey! I have to pee, damnit!"
A few minutes later, Greg popped his head in the door and
said, "Can you just wait fifteen minutes? Me and Arthur are
watching Scoobie Doo."
"Where's Jason?"
"I don't know, probably over at Sherry's. He has a car now.
He's always at Sherry's."
"All right, but right after Scoobie Doo, I'm going to need
some attention."
Damn! I thought. I need professional help. My kids were
already getting bored with me and the game. Fifteen minutes
later, they proved me wrong. I got more attention than I wanted.
Jason had obviously had a chance to talk to them before leaving.
They walked in and stripped. While Greg deftly inserted the
catheter and drained my bladder, Arthur sat on my chest squirting
pee into my mouth. After pissing, he demanded a blow job. Greg
was next. Greg fucked me while I blew his brother. After they
came, they switched. After they'd cum twice, they both wanted to
arm fuck my ass, and did.
After playing with my body for an hour, they got serious and
administered my enema. My ass drank down the quart of coffee.
The thick bottle plugging my butt actually felt good. I liked
the position they put me in to receive the bottle. They pulled the
leg ropes until my feet touched the rail, lifting my ass high. I
rested on my shoulder blades with my ass sticking straight up.
With my chin tucked into my chest, I got a good look at the
insertion of the bottle. I watched my ass gulp the coffee and felt
the fluid pour down my colon walls. While this was going on, the
boys spoon fed me and played with my tits. The treatment must have
been working, because I was feeling much better. The baby food
even tasted better.
After my ass consumed the bottle's contents, I was lowered
to the bed. I slept after they left. I awoke when Jason entered
the room, leading a smiling Sherry. I couldn't help but blush as
she came to stand at the foot of the bed, staring up between my
parted legs at my naked pussy and at that bottle still imbedded
in my ass. Greg and Arthur followed them in. She said, "Man,
this is too much. I thought you were bull-shitting me, Jason.
Wow, this is great!"
Jason said, "This is nothing. Wait till you see her drink."
He obviously hadn't told her everything. I wondered if he told
her he had fucked me.
She leaned over the end of the bed and reached out for my
pussy. She cupped my sex then entered me with three fingers,
saying, "So, you finally got to fuck mommy's pussy. Did you feel
anything, Jason? Shit, this must be the biggest cunt in the
world. I'll bet I can get my whole hand up there. I can feel
the bottle through her twat. This is so weird."
Jason said to Greg and Arthur, "You guys fuck her yet?"
They both nodded. Jason turned to Sherry and said, "Go ahead.
Your hand will be a good one to start with. You better pull the
bottle out of her ass, though."
I groaned as Sherry yanked the bottle from my butt. I
groaned as she pursed her fingers together and pushed in hard at
my vaginal opening. Her hand went in gradually. I grit my teeth
and strained as the widest part went past my ring of muscle.
Once inside, she balled her fist. My cunt gripped her wrist as
Sherry exclaimed, "Un-fucking real. Look at this. I'll bet she
could fuck a horse." With that, Sherry began a fucking motion
that instantly felt marvelous until she started fucking hard,
actually punching my womb, jarring my whole body. Jason urged
her on above my protests. I reached a climax above my protests.
Sherry drew out and wiped her slimy hand on my inner thighs. I
could feel my cunt gaping open, allowing cool air deep inside.
Jason placed two folded towels under my head and shoulders,
then mounted the footstool, freeing his cock. He said, "Watch
this, Sherry."
Knowing what was coming, I turned my head and waited. Jason
aimed his limp cock at my face, grunted, then released a
stream of piss that splashed off my cheek. I turned toward the
stream and captured the stream in my wide open mouth. I
swallowed hard and fast while straining to close the gap. Jason
met me half way and my mouth engulfed his member. I nursed and
heard Sherry exclaim, "Holy shit!"
"This is the only fluid she's allowed to have, piss."
"No shit! That's all she drinks?"
"Yeah, anything else might react with the medicine. Piss is
sterile; did you know that?"
"Who cares. Hurry up, I want a turn."
Sherry was busy stripping out of her clothes. Greg and
Arthur followed suit. Jason finished and drew away, allowing
Sherry to mount the bed. She climbed up and sat on my chest,
grinning at me with her feet by my ears. She spread her cunt
lips and said, "Open wide Mrs. Miller."
Her flow started at once, drenching my face. I sputtered
and coughed trying to capture her amber stream. She laughed and
made the task difficult. I raised my head, trying to get my mouth
close to her piss hole. The little darling moved her cunt to my
mouth but cut her flow. I fastened my mouth to her piss hole and
sucked. Sherry giggled, then gave me a quick squirt. She got up
on her feet and squatted over my face, waving her pussy all around.
I followed, trying to maintain the exciting contact.
The boys peered in from every angle, taunting me. Sherry
smeared her cunt juices all over my face then settled to rocking
her slit over my mouth and nose. I kept my tongue fully
extended, plowing through her moist furrow. She teased, "There's
lots of Jason's sperm in there. You like it, don't you?"
Instead of answering, I stabbed my tongue up her hole and
rimmed her twat. She eased up and positioned her piss hole
directly over my out-reaching tongue. She let her piss dribble
onto my tongue tip and into my mouth.
After she finished amusing herself, Jason asked her if she'd
like to leg fuck my ass. She looked delighted and scurried down
to my ass. The boys washed her right leg, trimmed and buffed her
toe nails, then gathered for the show. Sherry pointed her
toes at my slightly elevated gaping asshole. I strained to
watch. Her foot entered me with surprising ease. She gently
took possession of my colon by slowly gaining entry. When her
calf passed my sphincter, I could feel intense pressure on my
diaphragm. I groaned and gasped for breath. I could feel her
wiggling her toes in my guts. Jason warned her of my breathing
problem. She arched her foot back and gave relief. This also
allowed her to get in past the knee.
While lying on her back with her leg up my ass, she beckoned
my son to mount her. Jason wasted no time and climbed over my
body. I watched him insert his cock in her delightful pussy,
then watched my son's balls bounce against her ass. I sucked on
his big toe while he screwed his little girlfriend.
Greg and Arthur were not idle. Greg came up and fed me his
cock while Arthur amused himself with my titties. We had a real
orgy of fuck lust going on until Sherry came and shoved her
buried foot hard against my diaphragm. She expelled the air from
my lungs in a whoosh. I gasped for air while she went through
her orgasmic convulsions. I was turning blue before she relaxed
and eased her leg out.
Sherry crawled up over me facing me pussy and bringing her
sperm drooling cunt to my face. I fastened my mouth to her hole
and sucked ravenously while she giggled, wiggled, and toyed with
my pussy. While in this position, she invited Greg and Arthur to
fuck her. I mouthed their genitals as they did.
After Arthur deposited his load in Sherry's cunt, Sherry got
up and sat on my upper chest, scooting her pussy up to my
slavishly sucking lips. She sat casually with her legs drawn up
and her elbows resting on her knees, watching me lick her cunt.
She said, "I'm moving in with you guys. Walter invited me, and
Mom said I could. Me and Jason are going to get married some
day. Jason said he's going to give you to me for a wedding
present. We're taking you on our honeymoon."
I looked up and smiled. I said, "I think that's wonderful,
Sherry."
Wendy came to visit me the next morning. She looked
pleased. She told me that if I continued to show improvement, I
might experience a miraculous recovery. She winked, blew a kiss,
and left.
I gave them their rapid recovery. I became a raging bed-
bound, son-loving, cunt sucking slut. I was insatiable. I made
vows and declarations of my sexual servitude. I even signed
contracts with a pen clamped in my teeth. I had a miraculous
recovery two weeks early.
I have been married to Walter for two years now. I am
everything he has always wanted in a wife. I am also everything
my sons always wanted in a mother. Sherry and Jason get married
next week. We're going to Cancun.
The End
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