Tales From The Psych Ward 04: Casandra

"Wayne had never threatened my life before, and I was pretty sure that he was just saying it to impress his fellow Masters and Mistresses, but I also knew that no matter what, I had better give him the best blow job he had ever had. I almost lost it when the needles first hit my puckered hole. I once had the distinct misfortune of digging through a ground hornets nest with a hand spade. I ended up with a couple dozen angry hornets up my pants and by the time I got my jeans off and washed away the hornets with a garden hose, I had well over a hundred stings in my upper legs and groin. This hurt way worse than that did. I might have lost it except for the fact that when David started my head lunged forward driving Wayne's prick half-way down my throat. That reminded me what I was supposed to be doing, and despite the pain, I started sucking and slurping."

"I divided my mind between going into the pain to become one with it and going into the satisfaction of fulfilling my master's wish for the perfect blow job. That sounds all 'Zenny,' but it worked, and about fifteen minutes later Wayne erupted into my mouth just as David called out loudly, 'It's done and a better looking ass-cunt I've never seen.'"

"The two men in black came back up on stage and released me. I could barely walk, but Wayne took me around to each table and had me face away from the table and bend over and touch my toes so that the people at the table could see my new tattoo. Several reached out and stroked the insides of my ass cheeks. One person remarked, 'You almost expect to be able to feel the labia, the detail is so exact.'"

"Someone at one of the tables took a picture, and Wayne had me look at it on the camera's viewer. It was strangely distorted, but my asshole looked just like a cunt. After we had made the rounds of all of the tables, Wayne took me back up on stage and made me stand with my legs spread under the spotlight. Then he guided my hands down so that I was "bear walking" on the stage with my ass high in the air. 'Stay there, Kelly, until I am ready to go,' he ordered and disappeared back into the darkness. A little while later, I woke up back here as myself."

Cassie's face bunched up as if she were thinking about what to say next and then suddenly she blurted out, "But do they believe you?"

I stood up and faced away from Cassie. "Dr. Hendersen added an additional forty-five days of observation to my stay because I won't tell him how I got this."

I lowered my slacks and bent over so that Cassie could see my ass-cunt tattoo, and then quickly stood up and brought my clothing back to an "acceptable level of dress for the open areas of the ward." Two orderlies had started over toward me, but stopped when I re-dressed myself and sat back down. "Something you have to understand, Cassie. It isn't a matter of whether or not they believe me... or you. The question is which reality they believe. And unlike you and me, they believe that only one can be real. But the truth is this, they have their reality and I - we - have ours.

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