A long weekend

He saw the slightest of openings in the traffic and he gunned the engine to get in front of her at the entrance to the hospital and that move left her stranded in the intersection to be scorned by the oncoming drivers that she was blocking. Once she was out of the intersection he glanced thru his rear view mirror to see her staring at him with a none to happy look on her face. She would have done the same he reassured himself and besides that's why they gave the slow witted a drivers license in the first place, to make it easier for him to take advantage of them. And with that she was gone from his thoughts.

Thank god it's Friday as he leafed through the hospital orders, if nothing else came in he would be walking out of the place by 3pm and taking a seat at the local pub by 3:30. And as luck would have it that is exactly how the day progressed, void of new orders as he entered the room of the last patient of the day. He recognized her immediately, the bimbo in the car from this morning that he had cut off pulling into the hospital.

"Nice truck".

Yep, she recognized him, "uuhhh....yeah....uuhhh....thanks".

When she left it at that and walked out of the room leaving her equipment there he thought now was the time to be cool. Knowing that when she came back into the room he would chat her up a little, let her sit at the big boys table, let her feel cool while he was there. Plus, as the patients nurse, he needed her more than she did him right now if he wanted out of work any time soon. True to form she was back shortly, this time with a few syringes, probably a blood draw, that should give me some time with her.

"Blood draw"?

"Yes, can I do this while your hooking up?"

"Sure, he said, how has your day gone, busy, is he your only patient today, he looks like he could be a handful even for someone as good as you are". Damn, not bad he thought as he looked up from the patient's head to come eye to eye, as it were, with her cleavage as she was bent over the arm of the patient looking for a spot to stick the poor bastard. Not being gifted in the height department he not often got chances to look down women's blouses. Those are his type of boobs, well to be fair, any boobs where his type but he had always been extra in love with the bigger breasts. He instantly went into fantasy mode, her naked in front of him while he remained clothed circling her. Her nipples pointed south, he would grab one and pinch and twist as she grimaced in pain before ordering her to her knees to take him out of his pants and beg him to suck his cock. Later he would put her on her hands and knees and take her from behind. He liked to reach around and grab each big ol boob and pull back like reins on a horse as he plowed his cook into her. He felt a pleasant twitch in his cock as he fantasized and stared down her scrub top.

"You done gawking"?

Fuck!!!! Caught as his gaze rose to see her staring into his eyes.

"It sometimes looks like I am, but that is just the angle of my head when hooking these up".

"Yeah, that must have been it", she retorted.

Okay, a little awkward but she bought it. Let's get her mind off of that.

"Where do you live, I mean do you live in this area"?

"Yes, in Waterfront".

"Cool. I frequent a little bar over there after work sometimes".

"Frequent or sometimes"?

"Okay, busted" as he laughed without humor.

Bitch, he thought and fell silent as she finished up her blood draw and finally left the room. Forgetting all about her an hour later he was strolling to his truck. A quick unpleasant thought resurfaced of her holier than thou attitude as he went through the doors into the bar. Probably a fucking lesbian, what a waste of perfectly good tits and pussies, letting lesbians use them instead of a dude. He was early, he could tell because the retirees hadn't left the bar from their day of nursing multiple dollar fifty draft beers so he took a seat at a table to wait for a desirable seat to open up at the bar.

He was engrossed in his phone when he sensed someone standing nearly on top of him and he looked up to see her. Ugh, was his first thought.

"Oh, hi he said, Didn't expect to see you here, do you want to sit down"?

"Thank you" as she pulled out a chair. "I haven't been out in a while and I hope you don't mind, when you mentioned a beer after work it sounded good so I swung past and looked for your truck, I know the license plate holder".

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, you know how it is, it's a pain in the ass getting into work, I got frustrated".

"No big deal, I get it, and you aren't the first to cut me off".

"Thanks, and what's your name, I don't like staring at nurses chest trying to read their name tag". He knew immediately that was a verbal pho pauw.

"I see, you prefer to stare past the boobs looking for the belly button? And it's Kim".

He couldn't help but to laugh, "yeah, sorry about that too, you were right, I was staring. But if it's any consolation you have a lovely chest and I'm Jim".

"Thanks Jim and it's nice to meet you and I must say that was the first time in a number of years that anyone seemed to take an interest in me physically, so that is kinda nice. Listen Jim I'm going to run to the ladies room why don't you order us each a round, and I will pay".

When she returned they settled in to some serious trashing of their work mates, who was fucking whom, good docs vs bad ones. She found out he was married and lived 45 minutes from the hospital. He found out that she wasn't married and lived very close to the bar. She is an Aries to his Libra and they commiserated with each other about how long it had been since they last got laid. Ninety minutes flew by and he felt himself getting to that tipsy stage and he was 3 or 4 up on her at this point, he had a beer head start and he drank faster than she does.

Well, I got a long drive, I best be heading home".

"Listen Jim, what about you giving the wife an excuse and we can go to my house and you can sober up a bit there".

"That does sound appealing and I don't have to make an excuse, my wife is visiting her sister out of State for another week still. And, I still feel awful about my behavior toward you today, with me cutting you off and peeking down your scrub top, I think it's just been so long since I've had any uuhhh.......you know......release that I'm just a little tense".

"I'm not going to address that but I am more than happy to lend you my couch for a few hours. It's not like I don't know your name, your truck and where you work, so I'm feeling safe enough. And Jim, that couch caveat comes with the condition that I drive us both to my house. We can come back for your truck later".

With all the negotiations completed he paid the tab and found himself in the passenger seat of a very forgettable midsize car heading into the boondocks. He was not shit-faced drunk, but he did agree the risk of driving the distance he would have had to in his condition was to much. Lots of winding roads, "to avoid lakes that are everywhere" he had always been told, no street lights and before long he was completely turned around when she pulled into the subdivision. It was dark but not pitch black yet. He could tell the houses where large and it looked like every one of them were on a three lot parcels. His first thought being that would be nice to not have to hear or be heard by your neighbors unless you wanted to.

She handed him the key as they approached the unlit porch.

"Sorry, I didn't expect to get home after dark, the light is on your right side just when you get in. Dark houses always give me the creeps".

Strange key, strange door, strange lock and most if not all of a six pack of beer on board meant it wasn't his smoothest entrance into a house but he got the job done. With the light on he turned to give her back her house key and came face to face with a gun as Kim used her left leg to close the front door.

"It locks automatically so don't be concerned about someone barging in. Now strip".

"Kim, I....." The pain shot through him starting at his balls where her kick landed, he double over and hit the ground holding himself and trying not to throw up. He heard the deadbolt lock.

"Now, get up and get your clothes off or the next thing you will feel is a bullet go thru the fleshy part of your thigh, but don't worry I will miss the artery, it will be an easy bandage job but it will hurt like a motherfucker. Now get up and get naked, I won't ask again".

As he struggled up his mind started to bring up ways of escape. But first things first he could not get shot and he started to undress. Shoes, button down dress shirt.

"Just drop them on the floor".

He added his t-shirt to the pile and undid his belt, popped the button on his pants and slid down his zipper, his pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them and kicked them into the pile. Standing in only his underwear he paused before bringing his thumbs to his underwear.

"Stop, I changed my mind. In the bottom drawer of the desk you will find handcuffs, put them on".

The desk was a step away and he grabbed them from the drawer. He latched his left wrist into the metal cuff. "Turn around, hands at your side". She stepped behind him and fastened the other one to his right wrist and squeezed both tight on his wrists.

"Turn around". He watched as she quickly emptied and dismantled the gun into little pieces as if to clean it and picked up a shinny cylinder he hadn't even noticed laying there. A wry smile played on her lips as she looked into his eyes and depressed the button on the side and instantly the thin blade appeared.

"Yes, I know how to use weapons, all weapons. I am also a brown belt in karate and I don't really need you restrained because I could kick your ass a dozen Sunday's over. But we are in for a very long night. It will all be video and audio recorded because my guess is I will use it for masturbating in the future. From your standpoint Jim, there is a chance that you will survive, or should I say live. There is a better chance that you won't but that is up to you and your behavior".

"I was raped once Jim, he started to get to know me much the same way you did, by looking down my shirt and then flattering me and I fell hard for him. I wasn't ready to have sex with him yet, but that did not stop him as he ripped my clothes off and he stuffed his hard cock into me over and over until I was bleeding. He took pictures, called me names, vile names. He stuck his cock into my mouth to clean the blood off. That is what is going to happen to you Jim, you're going to bleed".

He Began to beg as the knife came closer, "Kim please.....I'm sorry.......I didn't know". Her hand went into his underwear, he felt her hand grasp him, watch the knife. "Kim.....I'll never".....the tear began to form and roll down his cheeks.

"Cry for me you small dicked piece of shit, you even call this dick useful". The pain was immense as it shot through his body. Jim knew he had just been castrated. He felt her grab a handful of his hair and jerk his face up to hers. As he felt the dampness of what must be blood as she violently took his mouth with her own. This was not a kiss, this was domination, this was a signal of the power seeping from him. He felt her hand grasp his ball and squeeze the pain incredible as her nails sank into his sack.

It came flooding back with relief, he hadn't been castrated, that was not blood. He cried out into her mouth as the pain of her nails continued into his flesh. He curled into the fertile position as she released his manhood and ceased raping his mouth. She grabbed another handful of hair and began to pull. "Standup bitch, we don't have all day before I'm done and have to decide what to do with your body".

He was wracked with sobs from the combination of relief that his balls were still attached. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the pain from the blow of her knee and the grip of her nails sinking into his flesh, the humiliation of wetting himself. The realization of him being nothing to her, powerless against her, knowing that she was going to kill him once she was done with him.

"Lovely to watch a grown man sobbing after pissing all over himself in fear, I should have put eye make-up on you first". He felt her more than saw as she cut away his underwear. Her knee slammed into his balls again as he crumpled to the floor for the third time only to feel himself being lifted by his hair again. Her knee into his privates again and he goes down.

"Please...Kim......" he is gasping, sobbing and choking on his words as be begins to beg...."please, no more.....I'll do what you ask.....anything....please no more......".

"Look at me pig, I want to watch as it dawns on you what comes next".

He looks up to see her standing before him in a black camisole, black high heels and wearing a large black strap-on, she is smiling as he shakes his head violently. "No, oh god, please no. It won't fit, you will rip me in two. The sobs, snot and drool flow as he is brought before her on his knees by her guiding hand in his hair.

"Open your mouth bitch boy, I need some lubricant".

"Ple.......mmuf". His mouth is stretched around the large phallic invader. He feels it start to gag him, she won't let him breath.

"That's what I want to see, snot". He is choking, fluid is all over his face, she keeps shoving her cock down his throat. "Let's rub a little snot on my cock" as she finally allows precious air to reach his lungs. She is rubbing her cock all over his face before pushing him back and he falls and lays in the supine position watching her thru watery eyes. The evil in her eyes paralyzes him as she places his left ankle on her right shoulder and grabs his other ankle and holds it up as she lines her cock at his hole.

"Please......no....." He can hear himself wail, the tears begin anew. "Thru sobs he begs her as the fullness in his ass grows the pain is unbearable. She continue to work it in and out before she violently shoves her cock into him up to the hilt. The blood curtaling scream from his lips echoes through the house.

She laughs as she watches him thrash in pain. "That should have brought some blood out of that pussy of yours". As she continues to pound his ass until he can see she is close......and she sinks it in and cries out as the massive orgasm rips thru her body and she crumples onto him and lays there in the contentment of ecstasy. His hands and arms trapped under him in the cuffs, she is crushing his lungs, he can only take small breaths. She finally stirs, as he feels her hands release the strap on and it oozes out of his stretched ass. He immediately feels empty.

"Not to worry pig, you will clean that mess up later". As she begins her climb up his supine body. "Don't open you mouth". As she places her knees on either side of his head and lowers her pussy onto his face and begins to masturbate herself using his chin and nose. He is allowed to take in only small breaths through his nose as she continues to pleasure herself on him until she has another massive orgasm, this one on his face.

"Open your mouth and swallow what you can". As she pulls away and begins to pee into his mouth. He begins to gag and swallow and choke and sputter. The flow ends and he swallows that last of her urine and he can breath again freely.

She stands and orders him to roll over, "we don't need these anymore" as she digs into a jar removing the keys and frees him from the cuffs. His arms are numb and lifeless as he instinctively follows her on his hands and knees to what is obviously her bedroom. He sees the cage with the blanket in it, "good boy as she holds the door open for him and shuts and locks it after.

"We have a few more days". And within seconds he can hear from her bed her soft snores.

The end