Ste Letto
10-17-2003, 1:17 AM
Part 11
Over the next 24 hours the nurses kicked him in the nuts constantly. When they stopped, they changed Mark's medication so he could pass out.
He woke to an odd feeling of itchy, scratchy, burning irritation. He was on his back again, and two nurses were there. Annette was sat to his left, Melissa to his right. They were sitting looking down at him, stroking the soles of their bare feet over his stomach, chest and face. His eyes fluttered open and caused Melissa to chuckle. "Ohhh, you're awake then?" she asked mockingly. "Feeling a little irritated are we?" Mark tried to answer, but realised instantly the futility of it. "Margaret told us you have an allergy, an allergy to talcum powder. She said it brings you out in itchy spots and leaves you feeling like you want to tear your skin off."
The two girls continued caressing his flesh with their cool soles as Melissa spoke. "We thought we'd try a little experiment." Mark looked from beautiful girl to beautiful girl, helpless as they stretched out shapely legs and glided talc covered soles and toes over his burning skin. He wanted to scream. "This talc is the one Margaret recommended, we both use it regularly with no ill effects." She chuckled, "Margaret said it causes you slight skin reddening, but it's done more than that. You look like a boiled lobster." Mark shuddered inside. He wanted to get up, but he had no legs. He wanted to fight back, but he had no arms. He wanted to protest but he had no voice.
As if the burning irritation wasn't bad enough, the girls would occassionally raise their feet and puff more talc onto the bottoms, grinning wickedly at each other, then him, as they did. They were completely relaxed, happy and comfortable as they toyed with him, working the talc into his sensitive skin, raising blisters. "We'll rinse it off," Annette said softly, "if you like." Mark tried to say yes please, please, please!
"I think that's a yes," Melissa said smiling. With that the two nurses popped their shoes back on and stood. Mark watched as the girls attached tall handlebars to the head of his platform. Soon the two girls were gripping these handlebars as they steered him along a long corridor. They bumped him through several sets of double doors until they stopped in a square room with white tiled walls and floor. They parked him under a large chrome shower head and stepped back.
As Mark watched, Melissa reached out her slender right hand to a controller on the wall. She rotated the handle and ice cold water cascaded onto Mark's helpless form. He let out pitiful wails of distress. "I think that water's a little cold," Annette suggested. Melissa looked at her friend, "Cold, do you think so?" she asked. Annette nodded. (All this time Mark was still suffering under the icy deluge.) "Shall we turn the heat up a little then," Melissa asked. "Yes, I think so," Annette replied, "after all," she continued, her hand hovering over the thermostat, "it would be cruel to let him lie under freezing cold water." Mark pleaded mentally for them to raise the temperature. "Yes that would be cruel," Melissa agreed, "and we wouldn't want to be cruel to Mr Hoffman now would we." Annette shook her head, her hand still hovering near the thermostat. "No, we wouldn't want to be cruel to him; but I think his name's Hollman, not Hoffman." Melissa smiled, then asked "Hollman; are you sure?" Annette smiled back, "Pretty sure."
All this time, Mark was under the freezing water. Each droplet hit him like a stone. His body felt ice cold. The pain was like a burning all over and throughout his body. "This'll warm him up," said Annette, twisting the control and suddenly scalding the poor man. Mark actually managed to scream. The two girls looked at each other, "Did he scream?" Melissa asked. "Why yes," Annette replied, "I wonder if the water's a little hot!" She stood musing, not changing the heat. "We've washed the talc off now anyway," said Melissa, "so we can turn it off." She turned off the water and smiled to see Mark's agonised face. "There," she began, "feel better?" Mark could only lie there in shock. "There's no pleasing some people," Melissa complained.
Over the next 24 hours the nurses kicked him in the nuts constantly. When they stopped, they changed Mark's medication so he could pass out.
He woke to an odd feeling of itchy, scratchy, burning irritation. He was on his back again, and two nurses were there. Annette was sat to his left, Melissa to his right. They were sitting looking down at him, stroking the soles of their bare feet over his stomach, chest and face. His eyes fluttered open and caused Melissa to chuckle. "Ohhh, you're awake then?" she asked mockingly. "Feeling a little irritated are we?" Mark tried to answer, but realised instantly the futility of it. "Margaret told us you have an allergy, an allergy to talcum powder. She said it brings you out in itchy spots and leaves you feeling like you want to tear your skin off."
The two girls continued caressing his flesh with their cool soles as Melissa spoke. "We thought we'd try a little experiment." Mark looked from beautiful girl to beautiful girl, helpless as they stretched out shapely legs and glided talc covered soles and toes over his burning skin. He wanted to scream. "This talc is the one Margaret recommended, we both use it regularly with no ill effects." She chuckled, "Margaret said it causes you slight skin reddening, but it's done more than that. You look like a boiled lobster." Mark shuddered inside. He wanted to get up, but he had no legs. He wanted to fight back, but he had no arms. He wanted to protest but he had no voice.
As if the burning irritation wasn't bad enough, the girls would occassionally raise their feet and puff more talc onto the bottoms, grinning wickedly at each other, then him, as they did. They were completely relaxed, happy and comfortable as they toyed with him, working the talc into his sensitive skin, raising blisters. "We'll rinse it off," Annette said softly, "if you like." Mark tried to say yes please, please, please!
"I think that's a yes," Melissa said smiling. With that the two nurses popped their shoes back on and stood. Mark watched as the girls attached tall handlebars to the head of his platform. Soon the two girls were gripping these handlebars as they steered him along a long corridor. They bumped him through several sets of double doors until they stopped in a square room with white tiled walls and floor. They parked him under a large chrome shower head and stepped back.
As Mark watched, Melissa reached out her slender right hand to a controller on the wall. She rotated the handle and ice cold water cascaded onto Mark's helpless form. He let out pitiful wails of distress. "I think that water's a little cold," Annette suggested. Melissa looked at her friend, "Cold, do you think so?" she asked. Annette nodded. (All this time Mark was still suffering under the icy deluge.) "Shall we turn the heat up a little then," Melissa asked. "Yes, I think so," Annette replied, "after all," she continued, her hand hovering over the thermostat, "it would be cruel to let him lie under freezing cold water." Mark pleaded mentally for them to raise the temperature. "Yes that would be cruel," Melissa agreed, "and we wouldn't want to be cruel to Mr Hoffman now would we." Annette shook her head, her hand still hovering near the thermostat. "No, we wouldn't want to be cruel to him; but I think his name's Hollman, not Hoffman." Melissa smiled, then asked "Hollman; are you sure?" Annette smiled back, "Pretty sure."
All this time, Mark was under the freezing water. Each droplet hit him like a stone. His body felt ice cold. The pain was like a burning all over and throughout his body. "This'll warm him up," said Annette, twisting the control and suddenly scalding the poor man. Mark actually managed to scream. The two girls looked at each other, "Did he scream?" Melissa asked. "Why yes," Annette replied, "I wonder if the water's a little hot!" She stood musing, not changing the heat. "We've washed the talc off now anyway," said Melissa, "so we can turn it off." She turned off the water and smiled to see Mark's agonised face. "There," she began, "feel better?" Mark could only lie there in shock. "There's no pleasing some people," Melissa complained.