Moonboy
04-02-2007, 2:09 PM
SEAT OF REVENGE
CHAPTER 4
By Moonboy
Usually, Dr. Tabitha Katz personally walked every new woman and girl into her apartment to see the shaved, pierced, immobilized, cathetered, silenced, chastitybelted non-entity that had once been Dr. Richard Richards. This time, she allowed the woman to walk in by herself. Another of Tabitha’s rules was that any woman who saw him had to be lesbian or at least bisexual. The third rule was that they never knew who he had really been and must believe this was legitimate medical treatment. So she was breaking her own rules on three levels, allowing a heterosexual female who knew who he really was to be in the room with him by herself. But this was an exceptional situation.
The immobilized male saw a woman walk into the dim lighting of the room. It was clearly not Tabitha, Judy, Virginia or any of the select few others that had watched him through the years. She was short and shapely, with short, dark hair, a skirt that revealed her tanned thighs and a shirt that revealed her cleavage. There was something tantalizingly familiar about her as she circled his plexiglass cage like a prowling tigress.
“Unbelievable,” she laughed.
He had heard words like that over the years when a woman first saw him. But there was something so familiar about both her voice and her body language. Running a hand over the plexiglass, she stepped in front of him and leaned close. She looked so familiar but, because it had been four years, it took a moment for recognition to set in. As soon as it did, he was shocked and hopelessly aroused, as he was always hopelessly aroused.
She looked at him through the small opening in the glass.
“Hello, richie,” she mocked. “I must admit I never thought I’d have you in this position.”
She turned and, lifting her skirt, revealed her firm cheeks as she sat right on his face, wiggling to get comfortable.
“You always thought you were so high and mighty. I remember how you used to talk down to me when we were dating.”
She pressed down and squeezed her cheeks, cutting off his air. He writhed in suffocating pain.
“Well, now you can’t talk at all, can you, poor richie? Even if you want to, you can’t say a word. How does it feel to be a helpless, immobilized nothing? Oh that’s right. Poor richie can’t talk back. So delightful.”
She felt him writhe and struggle insanely, suffocating in unbelievable pain and frustration.
“Four years ago, when you disappeared, I was so glad you were gone, you and your smug, superior, sexist attitudes. But I guess I only have myself to blame.”
She stood up and wiggled her ass as he gasped for breath, then she turned and pulled her arms behind her, stretching and emphasizing her breasts.
He was writhing in anger and frustration. He could not believe this. He was furious. His ex-fiancee, with the power to free him, was instead enjoying his situation.
“Poor richie, how does it feel to be humbled beneath your ex-girlfriend’s ass?"
The former Richard Richards was going crazy with rage and shock. Rachel had the chance to free him and would not. Rachel rubbed her sweet cheeks up and down, left and right, completely subjugating and humiliating him.
“You are going to pay and pay for your asshole attitude, Richiepoo. I am going to treat you like the shaved, hairless, silent, immobilized, pathetic joke you are.”
Rachel continued wiggling her ass in his face. He moaned at the agony in his tight, tight pouch and was unable to stop himself from licking.
“Poor, pathetic creature,” she giggled. “After years of this, my ass looks better than ever, doesn’t it? Mmmm, yes, that lovely, active tongue says it does. Your little balls and little peepee must be soooo needy.”
Again, he writhed in rage and frustration. His cock and balls had once been quite big before they had been squeezed and constricted every second for four years. She looked back and grinned at him over her shoulder. She worked his nose between her lovely cheeks and began wiggling her beautiful bottom over his mouth and eyes.
“This is something you’ve had coming for a long time and, with you so deliciously helpless and with that tongue already in motion and so inviting, I’m going to give you the humbling you’ve always deserved.”
The creature that was once Rick Richards was in agony and humiliation as Rachel smothered him under her lovely posterior.
“You make such a lovely chair. Might as well face it.”
She giggled as she wiggled her ass and pressed down. He was wide-eyed with need for air. Finally she stood up and walked around in front of him.
“So how does that make you feel, richie-boy?”
The desire was slamming through him like a sledgehammer. He was licking his lips with desire. He did not care that she was watching and laughing. Rather, he cared but he could not help himself.
Rachel took a marking pen and laughed as she wrote something on his forehead in red. From his reflection in the glass, he saw the word, ‘Wretch’.
“So appropriate,” she giggled. “But now, what would be even more appropriate?”
She put a sign on the chair that read: “Dr. Wretched Richards, Professor of Perversion.”
“Yes,” she smiled. “Your dark secret is finally going to be revealed to the world. The brilliant but arrogant Dr. Richard Richards was secretly a hopeless pervert. For his own good and the safety of others, Dr. Tabitha Katz and Dr. Judy Campbell along with his fiancée had him quietly committed to a special form of insane asylum. The beauty of this is that any cruelty I think of to do to you will be perceived by the public as giving my sick, perverted ex-fiancee what he wants.”
“Wretch” was writhing in insane rage and frustration. But that only kicked in the drugs and hypnotic conditioning even more. He started licking at the air even more.
“How could they do this to me?” he raged. “I’m Dr. Richard Richards. I’m a man. I’m brilli- I- I- lick her ass, lick her pussy. No! No! I- I’m Dr. Rich- richie no Richard Rich- need to cum, need to cum, need to cum, lick ass, lick pussy, lick ass, can’t cum, please let me cum, lick…”
As he began losing himself again in the endless cycle, Rachel cheerfully mocked, “Well, bottoms up, Richie,” as she turned to sit down again.
She hummed happily and stroked herself, enjoying his agony.
“No!” he silently screamed. “Noooo! I’m a man, I-I- need to cum, please let me cum. Lick. Lick…”
He knew it would never end.
“Poor baby,” Rachel taunted. “Naked, shaved, pierced. We’ve taken your voice, your mobility, and every iota of your freedom and dignity. Trapped in an endless cycle of frustration in your tight, tight pouch. Chastitybelted and cathetered. Naked, shaved, pierced…”
CHAPTER 4
By Moonboy
Usually, Dr. Tabitha Katz personally walked every new woman and girl into her apartment to see the shaved, pierced, immobilized, cathetered, silenced, chastitybelted non-entity that had once been Dr. Richard Richards. This time, she allowed the woman to walk in by herself. Another of Tabitha’s rules was that any woman who saw him had to be lesbian or at least bisexual. The third rule was that they never knew who he had really been and must believe this was legitimate medical treatment. So she was breaking her own rules on three levels, allowing a heterosexual female who knew who he really was to be in the room with him by herself. But this was an exceptional situation.
The immobilized male saw a woman walk into the dim lighting of the room. It was clearly not Tabitha, Judy, Virginia or any of the select few others that had watched him through the years. She was short and shapely, with short, dark hair, a skirt that revealed her tanned thighs and a shirt that revealed her cleavage. There was something tantalizingly familiar about her as she circled his plexiglass cage like a prowling tigress.
“Unbelievable,” she laughed.
He had heard words like that over the years when a woman first saw him. But there was something so familiar about both her voice and her body language. Running a hand over the plexiglass, she stepped in front of him and leaned close. She looked so familiar but, because it had been four years, it took a moment for recognition to set in. As soon as it did, he was shocked and hopelessly aroused, as he was always hopelessly aroused.
She looked at him through the small opening in the glass.
“Hello, richie,” she mocked. “I must admit I never thought I’d have you in this position.”
She turned and, lifting her skirt, revealed her firm cheeks as she sat right on his face, wiggling to get comfortable.
“You always thought you were so high and mighty. I remember how you used to talk down to me when we were dating.”
She pressed down and squeezed her cheeks, cutting off his air. He writhed in suffocating pain.
“Well, now you can’t talk at all, can you, poor richie? Even if you want to, you can’t say a word. How does it feel to be a helpless, immobilized nothing? Oh that’s right. Poor richie can’t talk back. So delightful.”
She felt him writhe and struggle insanely, suffocating in unbelievable pain and frustration.
“Four years ago, when you disappeared, I was so glad you were gone, you and your smug, superior, sexist attitudes. But I guess I only have myself to blame.”
She stood up and wiggled her ass as he gasped for breath, then she turned and pulled her arms behind her, stretching and emphasizing her breasts.
He was writhing in anger and frustration. He could not believe this. He was furious. His ex-fiancee, with the power to free him, was instead enjoying his situation.
“Poor richie, how does it feel to be humbled beneath your ex-girlfriend’s ass?"
The former Richard Richards was going crazy with rage and shock. Rachel had the chance to free him and would not. Rachel rubbed her sweet cheeks up and down, left and right, completely subjugating and humiliating him.
“You are going to pay and pay for your asshole attitude, Richiepoo. I am going to treat you like the shaved, hairless, silent, immobilized, pathetic joke you are.”
Rachel continued wiggling her ass in his face. He moaned at the agony in his tight, tight pouch and was unable to stop himself from licking.
“Poor, pathetic creature,” she giggled. “After years of this, my ass looks better than ever, doesn’t it? Mmmm, yes, that lovely, active tongue says it does. Your little balls and little peepee must be soooo needy.”
Again, he writhed in rage and frustration. His cock and balls had once been quite big before they had been squeezed and constricted every second for four years. She looked back and grinned at him over her shoulder. She worked his nose between her lovely cheeks and began wiggling her beautiful bottom over his mouth and eyes.
“This is something you’ve had coming for a long time and, with you so deliciously helpless and with that tongue already in motion and so inviting, I’m going to give you the humbling you’ve always deserved.”
The creature that was once Rick Richards was in agony and humiliation as Rachel smothered him under her lovely posterior.
“You make such a lovely chair. Might as well face it.”
She giggled as she wiggled her ass and pressed down. He was wide-eyed with need for air. Finally she stood up and walked around in front of him.
“So how does that make you feel, richie-boy?”
The desire was slamming through him like a sledgehammer. He was licking his lips with desire. He did not care that she was watching and laughing. Rather, he cared but he could not help himself.
Rachel took a marking pen and laughed as she wrote something on his forehead in red. From his reflection in the glass, he saw the word, ‘Wretch’.
“So appropriate,” she giggled. “But now, what would be even more appropriate?”
She put a sign on the chair that read: “Dr. Wretched Richards, Professor of Perversion.”
“Yes,” she smiled. “Your dark secret is finally going to be revealed to the world. The brilliant but arrogant Dr. Richard Richards was secretly a hopeless pervert. For his own good and the safety of others, Dr. Tabitha Katz and Dr. Judy Campbell along with his fiancée had him quietly committed to a special form of insane asylum. The beauty of this is that any cruelty I think of to do to you will be perceived by the public as giving my sick, perverted ex-fiancee what he wants.”
“Wretch” was writhing in insane rage and frustration. But that only kicked in the drugs and hypnotic conditioning even more. He started licking at the air even more.
“How could they do this to me?” he raged. “I’m Dr. Richard Richards. I’m a man. I’m brilli- I- I- lick her ass, lick her pussy. No! No! I- I’m Dr. Rich- richie no Richard Rich- need to cum, need to cum, need to cum, lick ass, lick pussy, lick ass, can’t cum, please let me cum, lick…”
As he began losing himself again in the endless cycle, Rachel cheerfully mocked, “Well, bottoms up, Richie,” as she turned to sit down again.
She hummed happily and stroked herself, enjoying his agony.
“No!” he silently screamed. “Noooo! I’m a man, I-I- need to cum, please let me cum. Lick. Lick…”
He knew it would never end.
“Poor baby,” Rachel taunted. “Naked, shaved, pierced. We’ve taken your voice, your mobility, and every iota of your freedom and dignity. Trapped in an endless cycle of frustration in your tight, tight pouch. Chastitybelted and cathetered. Naked, shaved, pierced…”