Chapter 29: A Treatment for Infection
Ross was taken back to his quarters by security. For the short trip, they placed him in a wheelchair, since he was almost dead weight. He was exhausted. Security didn't even cover him, just dropping him into the chair and hand cuffing him to the chair arms. They were pretty sure that he was not going anywhere, nor would he attempt anything. As usual, all of the female staff that was present, had to get a good look as the huge balled slave was wheeled through the facility, back to his quarters. Most wondered what had happened to him, his head lolled back, his legs spread, a complete look of exhaustion on him. It wasn't actually an uncommon sight. There were many days when slaves were taken back to their quarters, or to the prep room, or even the doctor's examination room; and they looked to be in similar condition. Some of the girls had come to name this condition, "cummed out." The exhaustion was expected.
Security took Ross to his quarters, released him from the wheelchair and helped him to his small bed. He literally dropped into the bed, one leg still over the side, and was asleep within seconds. Security made a request for food to be brought to him, during the evening, in the event that he woke up.
Lorin finished getting dressed about the same time that Rachel dropped off the glove with Ross' sample still warm inside. She delivered it to the doctor's exam room and went back to her duties. She never mentioned the 'extraction' from Ross. Some of the staff referred to this type of extraction as 'critical extraction' since normally the slave is fully restrained and whatever is left in him is literally forcefully pulled out of his balls. This extraction was considered successful, since they had gotten a few drops from him. Most of the time, the extraction wasn't even considered 'orgasmic' since it wasn't all that pleasurable. Sometimes it was painful.
Lorin was coming down the main hall of the facility as she saw the doctor escorting Mistress Francesca and Darcy out the front door. Everything seemed cordial, the doctor talking to the Mistress and smiling. Darcy wasn't smiling. She was barefooted with her head hung down; taking tiny steps as if in a lot of pain. She still had the blanket wrapped tightly around her, even though it was warm outside. The Mistress had a worried look on her face. The doctor saw them off, and then turned, seeing Lorin.
"Perfect timing, come with me. I'll fill you in on what happened. Did you take Ross off of quarantine?" she asked, smiling at Lorin's disheveled appearance. Her hair, which was normally perfect, was obviously messed up and wet around the edges and her neckline. It appeared that she had been sweating.
"Yes, he's off quarantine, but I don't think he'll be up for much. You might say that he is somewhat tired right now. He's sleeping in his quarters," she said, eager to hear what the doctor was going to tell her.
"Come on in, you're going to love this one," the doctor told her, a big grin on her face. The doctor and Lorin went into the doctor's private office, where they could talk.
"Ok, I want to hear this one. What happened?" Lorin asked, setting back on a couch, getting comfortable.
"There's no reason to quarantine Ross. I knew what was wrong with Darcy, the moment she got near me. I could smell it. I could also see it. But I didn't let on with the Mistress. I went ahead and examined both of them, separately. You might say that Darcy just went through a thorough exam and an attitude adjustment. She won't be doing anything sexual for awhile," the doctor said, a wicked grin on her face.
"What did you do to her?" Lorin asked, now more than curious.
"Get comfortable, you have to hear the entire story," Caren told Lorin.
Inside the doctor's private office, the Mistress had poured out the entire story of how Ross and Darcy had met in the arena. She hesitantly explained that Darcy had 'popped' Ross' cock, causing the obvious injury to his shaft base. The doctor asked if it had been an accident and the Mistress glanced at Darcy, seated back in a corner of the room. It was obvious by the Mistress' glance and Darcy's humiliated demeanor, that it had been no accident.
"It was no accident. Darcy was trying to 'snap' his cock, rendering him unable to get hard. She knew she could jack him off, even soft, or even use her mouth. It appeared that she didn't do it well enough, since he remained hard. It hurt him, but he got her back," the Mistress said hesitantly. The Mistress went on to say that Ross had amazed the guests when he forcefully penetrated Darcy's virgin butt. The doctor glanced over at Darcy and could see that she was hiding her face, crying.
"He did what?" the doctor asked, a surprised look on her face. She was trying to hide her face from laughing out loud. The Mistress went into great detail, telling the doctor about the entire event. She went on to say that her own private nurse had examined both Ross and Darcy afterwards, thinking that both of them were ok. The Mistress said that Ross was taken back to the facility (she did neglect to mention her own time, in private with Ross) and that Darcy was put up for the night. It was the next morning when Darcy came in complaining of both vaginal and anal pain. It was obvious that Darcy was in a lot of pain, almost unable to walk. Darcy was completely unaware of her own condition, especially after seeing a discharge from her own vagina. She feared a sexually transmitted disease.
"So, now you can see why I rushed over here, to unfortunately advise you that your slave could be infected with whatever Darcy has. I am so sorry Caren. I didn't mean for your slave to be injured, or infected," Mistress Francesca pleaded sincerely. She was almost in tears. She was afraid that the doctor would stop all of her 'rental' privileges. She was also worried that Darcy's infection would be something of a serious sexual nature that would shut down the doctor's facility, not to mention her own highly anticipated gatherings at the mansion.
"There, there, don't be so upset Francine," the doctor said softly, coming around her desk and comforting the Mistress. She rarely used the name Francine, since the Mistress had gone through her transformation. The Mistress totally broke down crying.
"I'm so sorry, I will pay for any damages or any costs that may be incurred," the Mistress said between sobs. She was very scared that Caren would stop all slaves from coming to her estate. Doctor Sherry continued comforting the Mistress, her arm around her shoulder.
"No, no, don't you worry. I will examine both of you, just to make sure there is nothing wrong. We'll take care of this. It's not a problem, you'll see," she said, smiling but still comforting the Mistress.
"You're so good to me, what would I do without you?" the Mistress sobbed. Dr Sherry just smiled.
Doctor Sherry had security come into the office and wait with Darcy, while she took Francine into an exam room. After examining the Mistress thoroughly, the doctor concluded that there was nothing wrong with her and took a 'swab' specimen from her just to make sure. She said that she would notify her as soon as the lab results were back on the cultures. But Caren also assured her older friend that she was positive that her health was in no danger. She then announced that she would need to do a more thorough exam on Darcy. Caren then escorted Francine back to the private waiting room.
Dr Sherry had security take Darcy into the exam room. Since Darcy was a slave, Dr Sherry had security fully restrain her onto the exam table. The two security officers quickly stripped Darcy of her only covering, the blanket. She was totally nude underneath. She was resigned to her fate and lay back on the table on her own accord. Security then restrained her ankles to the stirrups and spread her legs wide. Her hands were cuffed to movable arms rails, secured up over her head. She was somewhat comfortable, but opened up, in a very vulnerable position.
"Gag her," was the only thing that Caren instructed her security officers. Before Darcy could offer any resistance, one officer placed a ball gag into her mouth while the other forced her head back, securing it to the padded exam table. Trussed up as she was, Darcy was spread wide and unable to move any part of her body, except her fingers and toes. She was obviously scared and watching the doctor closely.
"You don't look so tough right now," the doctor said to Darcy, almost in a hiss. The doctor was leaning down close to Darcy's face. "You can leave, I'll buzz you when I'm done," the doctor instructed the two security officers. They immediately left the room, locking the door behind them.
Darcy was stretched out on the exam table, restrained hand and foot. Her left leg has been stretched out tightly. Her right leg was restrained loosely, allowing her to move it a little bit, but not enough that she could close her thighs together. With the exception of a few scratches and some dark bruises, Darcy looked as good as she had a few days before, when the doctor first met her.
Even in Darcy's humbled and somewhat pained state, the doctor couldn't help but notice Darcy's body. Her darkly tanned skin was still smooth and well oiled. Even stretched out on her back, with her arms pulled up over her head, her breasts were still full and rounded. Her nipples were soft now, probably from the pain she was in. Besides the scratches and bruises, the expression on her face was the only thing that was different in her demeanor from a few days before. She was obviously scared.
"So, you like to damage males, inflict a lot of pain on them? Snapping a male's cock only does damage. There's no purpose to it, unless you want to really hurt him. Was that your intent?" the doctor asked Darcy, her face only inches from Darcy's. Darcy's eyes were wide, she shook her head quickly indicating no. The doctor only stared at Darcy, smiling.
