Snatch_Adams
by Dr.Filth

The story of a somewhat bizarre, but good-hearted, med-school grad who thinks
everything can be solved by sex.

The Alternative Medicine Sanatorium was located 10 miles north of the city. The
estate, over 15 acres large, was surrounded by an 11' wrought iron fence.  She
was responding to a Help Wanted ad that asked for a Physiotherapist Assistant,
Open Minded, No Experience in Alternative Medicine Needed.  Having  grown tired
of being the drug dispenser for the lazy, unimaginative doctors at the cities
major hospital, it seemed like a chance to try something new.  She thought
care-giving should be geared to the needs of the afflicted, and there must be a
better way. 

Entering the main building she was met by an amazingly attractive woman who
introduced herself as Dr. Adams' Personal Assistant, Jane.  "Dr. Adams is just
finishing up a procedure and will meet you in the ante room in an hour. Take
some time to read over our Mission Statement, help yourself to some beverages.
Then you may shower and change into your uniform. The doctor will be
accompanying you on an orientation that will involve participating in patient
care." The ante room was split into two sections, a meeting area and a change
room. She made her way to the juice-bar and poured herself a tall lemonade. The
Mission Statement was on the table, picking it up she  sat back on the black
leather couch. 

MISSION STATEMENT FOR THE ADAMS ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE SANATORIUM

Our belief is based on the clinical research into the release of endorphins
during times of heightened sexual activity, and the palliative effects of their
presence, conducted by Dr. Filth.

All medical conditions can be alleviated, or cured, by the proper form of
sexual activity. We give ourselves freely, and without judgement, to the needs
of our patients.

That was a simple enough agenda, she thought.  It was accompanied with an
addendum showing the clinical results of chemical changes in the brain during
certain types of sex.   The clinic dealt in 5 areas of expertise: Dermatology,
Cardio-Vascular Care, Pain Management, Internal Medicine and Psychology. 
The sanatorium contained a ward for each speciality.

Making her way to the changeroom she was wondering whether she could partake in
this kind of patient care.  Clinically, they had convincing evidence.  Morally,
she was an adult and had no residual feelings of guilt when it came to sex. But
still, to feel one way is one thing; to act one way is another. She stripped
out of her sundress and sandals, removing her red silk panties and bra, before
stepping into the large luxurious shower stall. The hot water had created a
cloud of mist and she stepped into it, disappearing into the fog.  There was a
bench seat, almost like a sauna, and a rack at the back of the  stall
containing various cleaning utensils; soaps, shampoos,  brushes and  puffs. She
sat on the bench, letting warm water bounce off her chest. Taking a puff she
squeezes some liquid soap onto it and  spreads it over her breasts. As she
relaxes she can feel any anxiety she had felt slip away. Her nipples were hard
and erect, a welcome warm feeling building between her legs.  She stands up and
bends over, washing her crotch and ass with the soapy puff, lingering a little
longer that she needed to on her clit, now engorged and sensitive. As she backs
under the shower head to rinse off she sees the long soap bar, wrapped in
plastic, on the shelving. Without hesitation she opens it, running the 14"
cock-shaped soap between her breasts, along her belly and over her clit. Her
eye catches sight of the condoms and she opens one up and slips it over the
thicker end of the soap.  With one leg up on the bench she slides it deep into
her pussy, closing her eyes as it forces her lips apart and pushes gently
against her cervix.

She squeezes tight and it slides slowly out, before she pushes with a little
more force, sliding more of the dildo into her, careful not to exceed the
length of the condom. She moans lowly as it slides back out, slowly, pushed by
her contracting vagina.  Turning it around she slides the condom onto the
thinner end and presses it against her asshole. Bending slightly she sits on
it, bobbing lightly, inserting only a few inches at first.  She turns around
and places the thick end on the bench, lodged between the cracks of the boards,
and lodged firmly between the cracks of her ass.  With her hands free she pulls
her pussy lips back to expose her clit to her massaging fingers. As she feels
her orgasm begin to build she rocks back harder onto the soap dildo, driving it
deep into her ass as her juices pour out of her cunt, lubricating her fingers
and her clit.  She bites her lips, not to scream, as she comes, sitting hard on
the dildo now far up her ass.  It slides slowly out as she stands, her head
under the water, trying to regain her equilibrium. Feeling refreshed, but not
nearly satiated, she steps out of the shower to towel dry. Opening the closet 
she removes the hanger containing a uniform in her size. It was certainly a
strange outfit but she  realized it would be a great aide in inspiring sexual
response. She slid the black silk stockings onto  her legs, fastening the
garters. Then the panites, sheer see-through material, clingy, almost a lycra. 
The bra was the same, offering little support but ample view of her nipples.
Over this ensemble of  black undergarments she put on the short nurses gown.
The tops of her stockings were visible and,  if she bent slightly, the creamy
whites of her thighs could be seen.  The dress clung tight to her breasts 
but was cut so low her bra and cleavage were exposed. Looking at herself in the
mirror she could feel the warmth building up in her crotch again, and catches
the faint scent of her juices as she soaks her panties.  

The door to the ante room opened and a doctor entered. "Hello Miss Demeanor, I
am Dr. Adams. Samuel Norville Albert Thomas Henry Adams. I was named after all
my uncles who have been doctors. You can call me Snatch, or Dr. Adams," he
said, while extending his hand. "Hello Dr. Adams, you may call me Cecilia."
"Well I hope you're comfortable. You've had time to read over our Mission
Statement, and I see that you're more than prepared for orientation so perhaps
we should just get on with the rounds. I've selected a few patients for us to
see, just to give you some idea of the scope of our services. We will see all
the wards but won't be treating patients in all of them. There's no need to
feel apprehensive, this tour is to get you comfortable with our process, not to
test you in any way. After orientation you will be given a choice of selecting
a preferred ward, or you may choose to work out of our pool, being assigned to
the ward with the greatest need on any given day.  Enough with the amenities,
lets begin in the  Dermatology ward."

He escorted her out to what could only be described as a tent-city. A circle of
over 50 tents surrounded a number of jacuzzi's and a large wading pool.  "We
treat most skin conditions with plenty of sun, some warm emollient oils and a
soothing salt bath." The doctor was describing the therapies available as she
looked into each tent.  It looked like an open-air massage parlour. Men and
women were spread out on tables, some lounged in the jacuzzi's, others in the
large wading  pool. Lithe men attended to the women, they're outfits hid no
more than hers did. The men were administered to by other scantily clad nurses.
They came upon a tent with a lone patient. "This is where we begin," Dr. Adams
announced.  "This patient has some mild skin irritations, mostly just dry skin.
You will perform the massage, as directed. The objective is to treat the skin
affliction with balm while increasing his level of sexual excitement, and
creation of endorphins. This will result in a residual, longer lasting,
rejuvination of the the dermis." She took her place at the side of the table as
the doctor continued to  give her the patients medical history. He was lying on
his back, his crotch covered by a towel. Suspended above him were a variety of
oils, connected to spigots.  "Select the emolient #3," Dr. Adams instructed,
"and begin at his shoulders working your way to his feet." She squeezed the tip
of the hose and poured a handful of warm oil into her palm. The patient looked
to be in his early 20's, his eyes were closed and he was listening to some
music through earphones. He stirred a bit when she applied the oil to his
shoulders, but he seemed relaxed. She ran her hands over both shoulders,
sliding her palm over his throat , then squeezing the muscles at the base of
his neck. She was slow and thorough, working her way down his chest, tweaking
his nipples, twisting as she saw his cock begin to swell beneath the towel. As
she reached his hips she brushed the towel aside, his cock was semi-erect but
she avoided  touching him.  Reaching overhead she brought the hose down between
his legs, pouring oil onto his  balls and thighs. He responded well, his cock
became more rigid, bouncing up to attention as the oil slid off his clean
shaven balls and down between his thighs.  Taking each leg in turn she massaged
his thighs, hands moving up to his crotch, then back down to his knees. His
cock was oozing precum now but she avoided touching him. The longer he
maintained his erection, the more intense his orgasm would be.  He was still
enveloped in his music, eyes closed, but she could tell he was paying attention
to her ministrations as she made her way back up towards his crotch. His cock
was leaking precum onto his thighs. It was bouncing to attention each time she
passed by it. She pinched his nipples hard and told him to turn over onto his
belly.  The table was padded with soft leather and had an opening that exposed
his cock and balls to the underside of the table.  She poured oil onto his back
and began to massage his shoulders, moving slowly to his lower back before she
applied more oil to his ass and legs.  Her hands worked the cheeks of his ass,
fingers sliding into the crack, tip pressing against his asshole. She was
guessing he was peeing precum from his cock by now. But she knew she would  
find out soon enough. She finishes the massage and takes a seat on a trolley,
sliding under the table. 

From here she could raise, or lower, the trolley to adjust her angle to his
cock.  The dermal massage was done, now it was time for the endorphin release.
She puts her lips softly to the tip of his cock and sucks the remaining precum
from inside him. Lifting her head she slides his cock deep into her throat,
once, releasing it slowly as he groans. Then she lowers herself and moves so
she can takes his cock  into her hands.  She cups his balls with one hand,
squeezing tight as she runs her other hand along his shaft. She rubs the precum
hard onto the head of his cock and he groans loudly. She can tell he won't be
long. The massage has been going on for 20 minutes, and he's been erect for 15,
plenty long for a young buck like him. With both hands she strokes his cock,
squeezing the head, rubbing it hard each time before she slides her fists back
along his shaft. With one hand she reaches back to grab a funnel. The Doctor
had instructed her to make sure he came into it. It was attached to a  vacuum
hose. She imagined it was for sanitary reasons but didn't know why she
couldn'tjust  swallow. She got it in place just in time as his cock started to
bulge. She rubbed the head of his cock with the palm of one hand, stroking his
shaft with her other hand. As his cock pulsed for the third time she put both
hands on his shaft and watched him cum into the funnel.  Each thrust produced
more come as he spit three long shots before he sprayed the rest of his juice
over her face. She smiled at  the thought that she'd be spitting his come from
the corners of her lips if he was in her mouth. Lifting her head she sucked his
cock clean as he squirmed on the table above her.  

When she got up Dr. Adams handed her a warm, moist towel to clean up.
"Excellent job," he commented, "this patient will definately benefit from that
session. Do you have any questions, Cecilia?" "Only one, Doctor. Why the
funnel? I would have loved to swallow his fountain of come." "Oh, you will have
ample opportunity to do that at the inside clinics. But where did you think we
got the salt water from?" "The next clinic is inside," the Doctor informed her.
"In the cardio-vascular unit you are going to put a patient through a regiorous
routine designed the maximize his heart-rate for a prolonged period.Besides the
endorphin rush he will receive, we will better be able to judge his condition
with the  bloodwork that will be taken afterwards.  Read this card over, it
outlines the basic elements we would like to cover, but you are free to
improvise. Make sure you work his upper body and his lower body. Are you OK
with this?" he asked. "I think I'll be fine." she responded. The session with
the young boy, watching his come fly through the air, had gotten her extremely
excited. She could go for some prolonged fucking. "It's imperative he doesn't
come for at least 30 minutes. You will find some nursing aids in there to
ensure the  session goes smoothly."
The doctor left her side, telling her he'd be watching from behind the mirror
but the nature of this therapy was rather private. He made it clear it wasn't
her, it was the patient's privacy request he was meeting. He reminded her of
the third maxim of the Mission Statement: We give ourselves freely, and without
judgement, to the needs of our patients. Inside the room the patient was
walking a treadmill. He had electrodes attached to his chest, wireless
and unobtrusive. He was 5 minutes into his warm up, with 5 minutes remaining.
"Hello, Marcel," she said. "I'll be your physiotherapist today, you just
continue with your warm-up and get a good sweat on before we begin. Let me get
prepared while you finish up." He just watched as she slid out of the white
nurses gown, prepping her breasts and adjusting her garters. His heart rate
jumped from 90 to 100, though he wasn't exerting himself anymore on the
treadmill. She came back from the cabinet with a leather crop and a leather
cock cage. He braced himself on the arm supports as she ran the whip across the
back of his thighs, lightly tapping, increasing the force, until she struck
hard against his ass.

The treadmill came to a stop as the program wound down. She had him turn around
so she could  dress his cock and balls in the leather harness. Cinching it
tight around his balls she made sure it would be  awhile before he came.
Looping the strap over his cock, now standing erect, she strapped it down
tight. His cock was almost red, rock hard and aching. She moved up onto the
treadmill, one foot on either side, over the track. Turning it on slow she had
him stand behind her. Sliding her panties to the side, she reaches between her
legs to direct his cock into her soaking wet pussy. "Place your hands on my
hips and keep fucking me as I turn the treadmill on. We're taking a walk." She
pushed the start button  setting the speed at moderate as she felt his thighs
slap against hers with each step he took. He was outpacing the treadmill. His
heartrate was holding steady at 110 as he drove his cock deep into her pussy
from behind. He let the action of the exercise equipment pull his cock out
before he steps forward fast to slide deep into her. Her juices were flowing
down her thighs, each slam into her cunt causing a  torrent of water to pour
from her pussy. His hands gripped tight at her hips, giving him leverage as he
pulled himself forward. His cock was hard, but the contraption holding his
balls prevented the necessary chain reaction needed for orgasm. She was holding
the side rails, bouncing hard onto his cock, feeling  each thrust pull the hood
from her engorged clit. But she wasn't ready to cum, she just wanted to be
fucked. He held up throughout the length of the program. As it came to a close
she sat back onto his cock just feeling it nestled in her pussy. He groaned as
she reached between her legs to cup his balls  and pull him deeper into
herself. Lifting herself off his cock she directed him to the floor mat. She
takes a position on her back, lifting her legs and has him assume the push-up
position. "This will continue your cardio-vascular work while also  addressing
the upper body. Perform two sets of 50 push-ups. Keep your legs straight and
lower yourself only until your chest touches mine." She reaches between his
legs and inserts the head of his penis into her pussy. He starts pumping, a
steady rhythm, his cock almost leaving her vagina when he's straight up on his
arms, then plowing deep into her as he lowers himself.  As he nears 20 strokes
her fingers begin to massage her clit. His cock is hard and full, he can feel
her pussy contract as she squeezes him. As he approaches 40 sweat is pouring
off him, onto her face and chest. At 50 he drops onto her and she rolls him
onto his back. "You're not done yet but perhaps it's time for a short,
refreshing break.  She straddles his chest, standing over him. Pulling back
her lips she releases a stream of warm urine onto his face. He turns his head
side to side, pee splashing off his cheeks. She takes a bottle of water and
sprays him clean, letting him drink the rest.  Then she takes position on the
mat once again, face down this time, ass perched in the air. He slides in
behind her, beginning his next series of 50. His cock is swollen and red, but
still  tightly bound.  "I want you to come this time," she tells him. "But not
when you want, only when I tell you." He is quickly up to 10 strokes and her
ass is bouncing beneath him, rising to meet his thrusts. She slams back hard
onto his cock as he nears 40 strokes. "Can you feel it coming ?" she asks, "Let
it build up, only 10 to go. Harder now, fuck me harder, 5 more, I can feel your
cock pulsing, but hold on.....3......2.....1...." She pulls off him and turns
around to a sitting position, grabbing his balls and squeezing hard with one
hand while she strokes his cock with the other. "Hang on now, now yet," she
orders, her tongue lapping the precum from the head of his cock. She releases
the binding on his balls and unstraps his cock.  

Swallowing him deep to the back of her throat once, she continues her stroking.
"OK now," she says," as a torrent of come flies from his cock and splashes onto
her face, covering her eyes. With her mouth open, tongue extended, she catches
the next shot directly into her mouth, then his final spray falls short of the
target, dropping onto her breasts. Pushing him back she takes the final drops
of cum from his cock, sucking hard as he rolls over in exquisite agony.  "Well,
let's take a look at the readings now."

The doctor was waiting for her when she came out of the changeroom, freshly
showered and changed. "Very good," he said, "I'm sure the patient will
appreciate that session, once he can stand up again." "Our next clinic has no
patient ready, but I've read your personal history and I think you'll agree
you're a good candidate for this treatment. Perhaps you would like me to
administer to your needs." "In this room we deal with pain management. Our
theory is a little unorthodox but it's based on Pavlovian type responses
generated by brain chemistry. Come, Cecilia, relax, sit back on this body board
and let me show you the therapy."  Reluctantly she backs up to the board.
Straps are put across her hips to hold her in place. Her feet sit in stirrups,
ankles strapped. There are an assortment of openings and hooks all around the
board. It can swivel in a complete circle, leaving the attached person
suspended upside down.  Another strap is placed around her chest, on top of her
breasts, holding her shoulders back. The doctor tilts the board back so she is
semi-reclined. "Now it is our belief," he continues, "that chronic pain can be,
not only alleviated, but replaced with feelings of sexual pleasure by combining
torture therapy, where the body feels more and more pain, with an increasing
level of excitement. Eventually the body will release the good sex endorphins
at the first onset of pain. This may help you relax," he said, as he wrapped
her eyes with a silk ribbon, shutting out all the light. "This session will be
video-taped so we can go over it later. The methods and techniques will be
explained then. For now, silence. Relax and enjoy. "

The feel of the cold ice against her nipples made her jump, but not far, she
was pretty well restrained. She could feel the water trickle around her breasts
and down her belly, fully warmed by her skin before it dripped over her pussy.
Her nipples were almost numb. He bit down hard on one, then the other, and she
squeeled, then sighed as the ice soothed her pain. He traces down her belly and
she cringes as the cube glides over her shaven mound. He presses it against her
clit, pulling away quickly.  By the time he returns to her breasts the melting
water between her legs is mixing with her juice. Then the heat as  wax drips
from a hot candle directly onto her nipples. More ice, then another few drops
of hot wax onto the fleshy, sensitive sides of her breasts. The wax is dripping
faster and he paints a line along her belly and onto her thighs. Without the
ice it burns for a moment, but doesn't scar. Pellets of wax cover her legs and
belly as he coats her breasts in hot drops. Suddenly it stops and she feels
warm oil pouring onto her body. His hands massage her gently, removing all
traces of the wax. She breathes easy, but too early as he brings a whip down
across her breasts, once, then again, leaving two red welts. He tilts the table
so she s lying face down, breasts hanging as he slides the rope through the
bench and around each breast, cinching her tight. Her nipples are protruding
from tight, purple balls of flesh, spread apart, each tit stretched to its
maximum. He tilts her back and applies the  clamps to her sensitive, swollen
nipples. She groans as he tightens them.  Moving between her legs he kneels
before her crotch. Licking gently, he finds her clit, wet and hard. As he sucks
it between his lips he tugs on the nipple clamps sending burning shots of pain
through her breasts even as her pussy is oozing her sweet juice. Next he
attaches clothes pins to the soft flesh of her thighs, then more under her
arms. She it tossing and turning but can't escape the clutches of the leather
straps holding her down. He presses hard on each pin, then tugs on the clamps.
Bending over he bites down on each nipple as he squeezes tight, her already
aching tits. His cock slides easily into her cunt and she cries out in pain and
pleasure. His hands are all over her, slapping her tits, tugging on the chain,
as he slams into her cunt.  As she starts to buck his thumb finds her clit,
rubbing hard as she rocks, chain shifting, pulling her breasts as he rams her
ass against the bench.  When she starts to cum he removes the clothes pins, her
orgasm rides on the release of each pressure point. He slams her hard, slapping
against her juice soaked thighs as he removes the clamps and  a torrent of
liquid gushes from her pussy. Gently he unties her as she rides the quest of
her orgasm, and lies there, shuddering.

The doctor pulls away and removes her blindfold. "You should feel the effects
of this almost immediately. Two or three more sessions and the pain/sexcitement
link should be permanent. Clean up now and come to the next clinic. There's
something you can do for me."

The Internal Medicine clinic was sparse. There was a bench, a 'tool' closet and
an open washroom, with bidet and shower.  The doctor disrobed and lay face down
on the bench. "You'll find the procedure manual inside the closet with
everything else you need." She opened the cupboards and took out the book. The
first page warned her to perform the listed tasks before moving on to the rest
of the manual. This therapy was designed to alleviate stress-related headaches
by purifying and flushing the body of all toxins.  She found the materials
needed for a coffee enema inside the closet. Moving to the sink she filled the
enema bag with lukewarm water and added the coffee extract. Attaching the bag
to a rack she pulls it along side the bench. Using pre-warmed oil she massages
his ass, spreading his cheeks and coating his asshole. Then she lubricates the
plastic tip and inserts it, releasing the clamp to start the flow of fluid.
There's over a quart of water in the bag, she presses it tight expelling it
into his bowels. As she removes the apparatus she instructs the doctor not to
get up for 20 minutes. She would be back to tell him when he could void.
Returning to the couch she picks up the manual and leafs through it. She keeps
an eye on her patient as she reads about the sexual element of this procedure.
Placing the manual on her lap she pushes one hand between her thighs, rubbing
her mound, feeling the wetness through her sheer black panties.  The goal was
now to humiliate him, or at the very least, wrest control of the situation from
him while increasing the sexual intensity. In this way he would associate
relinquishing control with sexual pleasure, thereby decreasing his stress
level. The manual left the care giver a lot of latitude in choice of treatment;
some extreme, others more benign. She thought she'd start slow and maybe
incorporate something a little more advanced near the end.  She could see he
was squirming on the bench. "Five more minutes, and not a minute sooner," she
told him. She could see his thighs tighten as he struggled to maintain control.
Opening the closet she took inventory of her tools in preparation. She laid a
few on the sidetable and pulled out the whip. "OK you can make your way over to
the toilet now." He lifted himself up as she whipped his ass, once, then again
after he was on his feet. "Take a seat and empty yourself." She moved up close
to his face, her pussy, smelling sweet and musky already, only an inch from his
nose. He began to pee  from his bum, water splashing into the bowl as his
bowels emptied. She pushes her crotch forward until it touches his lips, his
tongue quick to dart out and trace a line along her slit. After a few minutes
he was done. She had turned the shower on and opened the door for him. "Clean
up good," she said, "we're not done yet." The shower was filled with scented
soaps and body oils. After a few short minutes he was done, refreshed and ready
for his treatment. When he exited the shower she was waiting for him, holding
in her hands a black silk panty and bra set. "Put these on," she ordered. As he
turned to bend over and slip on the thongs she brought the whip across his ass.
Then again after he'd lifted the panties over his ass. They  fit well, for
women's panties. Obviously oversized, or stretched out. He stopped at putting
the bra on. "You have no idea who's in charge here do you?" she asked. She led
him over to  a hobbyhorse at the far end of the room. "Hands over the horse,"
she ordered, and be bent over to drape his hands on the opposite side. She
reaches under and clamps both his wrists. Then she puts the ankle bracelets on,
leaving him prone and exposed. Reaching between his legs she massages his balls
and strokes his cock, now hard and erect. She frees his cock so it stands
waving in the air beneath the hobby horse. As  she stands back and brings the
whip across his ass once again, his cock jumps at the contact. Then again, this
time precum oozes from his cock.  "You'll wear that bra, and happily when I'm
through with you." She starts higher on his back, across his shoulders, moving
down, hitting him four times before she comes across his ass for the final
swat.  Sliding the panties aside she lubricates his ass, and an anal plug,
pushing it in hard and fast before sliding the thongs back between his crack to
keep the plug in place. A few more strokes with the whip bring red welts up on
his ass and buckle his knees.  When she sees he's had enough she removes the
wrist bonds so he can stand.  Standing between him and the horse she reaches
down to squeeze the wet head of his cock. "You're liking this eh?" She attaches
the nipple clamps to each breast, pinching them tight. Then she has him slip
his arms through the bra and pull it on, the clamps pressing hard against each
nipple.  "Had you complied earlier we could have done away with the clamps but
it seems no need some serious correcting."  She has turned him around and
rebound his wrists so he can't stand erect. Out of his sight she puts on the
strap on. Moving behind him she reaches around to tug on the clamps sending a
burning sensation to his nipples. She pours warm oil onto his ass and removes
the plug. Slipping a lubricated condom onto the 
strap on she presses it against his ass. He tries to stand up but she kicks his
leg out so his chest thumps against the hobby horse as she drives the dildo
slow and deep into his ass.  He lies still as she picks up her pace, sliding in
and out faster and harder with each stroke.  She reaches around his hip and
grasps the heas of his cock, slippery with precum. With each thrust of the
strap on she squeezes his cock, precum flowing freely now. "We're not going to
finish like this," she whispers as she releases his cock. Sliding out of his
ass she unbuckles his hands and has him lie on his back. Lifting his legs over
his head she slides the dildo back into his ass as she strokes his cock. Within
a minute he spurts three streams of come onto his face and stomach, some
landing on the black silk bra. She traces her tongue up his belly, sucking in
his come, until she reaches his face. Holding her head inches above his she
spits his come onto his face, ordering him to lick it up before he showers. 
The doctor looked somewhat subdued, but at peace, when he returned from the
showers. "This next treatment will have to be performed without my help.
However, you are free to enlist any of the patients in the group. In here we're
treating nymphomania. We combine this with a group class of patients trying to
overcome their aversion to certain fetishes. Here we don't expect to be able to
cure this patient. She is an incurable nymphomaniac. These sessions just allow
her enough of a  release to be able to exist the rest of the day. You may
recognize the patient. I will be in the ante-room , taking notes. The group
class is just getting underway and the patients are introducing themselves.
When they are done they will go into a two-hour session of psychological
testing. During that time you are welcome to extract any of them from the group
to aid in your treatment to the patient."
In the corner 5 patients sat around a table, the first was just standing up.
"Hi, my name is Bill and I can't perform oral sex......" He was going on to
relate his early adolescent experiences. The other patients listened intently.
All but one. She was lying in a suspension type contraption that supported her
upper body and thighs, but exposed her ass and pussy.  She was pouring oil over
her breasts, letting it glide over her tiny globes, onto her belly, then
between her legs, coating her pussy before dripping to the floor. The second
patient was standing up now; "I'm Elise, and my husband wants me to have sex
with multiple partners....." Then she began to drone on. The nurse turns her
attention back to the suspended babe. It's only then she notices it's Jane, Dr.
Adams' assistant. Her nipples are glistening and taut. Her fingers play slowly
over her clit and she building a lather over her entire body. The third group
patient was relating how he was afraid to perform anal sex on his wife, even
though she would allow it.  Jane had found a handle on a large double headed
dildo. She was stroking it with both hands until it was shiny and wet. The thin
end slid into her ass first, then she bent it over, slapping it against her
clit as she jumped in the seat. Slowly she pushed it between her lips and
pushed until it was buried in her pussy and ass. The final patient was a shy
woman who said she would like to be able to partake in water games, either as a
giver or receiver, but she couldn't bring herself to be that open.  Having
finished their stories the group turned their attention to the psychological
testing sheets.  The nurse was standing behind Jane, running her hands over
Janes neck and shoulders while the dildo was being eased in and out of her two
holes. Janes eyes closed when the nurse pinched her nipples. A low moan escaped
her lips. Jane was bucking hard, rocking in the slings. The nurse called Bill
over and ordered him to get over his problems and suck that wet pussy. Jane
pulled the dildo out of her cunt , pushing it farther into her ass with one
hand as she grabbed Bill by the hair and pulled his face towards her crotch.
Tentatively at first, he starts to lick, in short little flicks. His tongue
barely scrapes over Jane's clit, sending shivers along her spine. He's drawn to
the juice flowing from her cunt and laps at it, his tongue spreading her lips.
Then he dives in sucking her lips and mound into his mouth. Jane slows him down
enough to get her hands in. Pulling her lips back she asks him to suck her
clit.  "That's it , harder, now your tongue, run your tongue over the shaft."
Jane starts to ride his face. Rolling her head back she asks the nurse to bite
her nipples hard. As her teeth come down over her little hard nips Jane lets go
a scream and drives her pussy into Bills face, washing his face in her juices
with her first orgasm. Bill happily licks her thighs and pussy clean before he
returns to the group table.  The nurse lowers the seat Jane is reclining in so
she can step over her face and lower her pussy on Jane's tongue. Calling the
next patient over the nurse directs him to pull the dildo out of Jane's ass. He
slides it out slowly and passes it to the nurse. "Now lie down underneath her
while I lower the seat and replace it with your cock." He spreads some
lubricant over his already erect cock and lies down on the mat. As Jane is
lowered towards him he places his cock at the opening to tight, but relaxed,
asshole. The nurse is now on her knees, sitting on Jane's face as the patients
cock slides into her ass. "Now the next patient, the shy-wanna-be-bi one. Put
on the strap on as kneel between Jane's legs. In a few moments she's in place.
Jane is grinding her hips against the man beneath her, riding his cock, even as
she laps at the nurses wet and warm pussy. The nurse grabs the reluctant
bi-lady by the hair and pulls her face down to Janes breasts. Turning her head
side to side she rides her cheeks over Jane's extended nipples, her tongue
poking out to slip over the hardened tips. The nurse holds her 
head up and pushes her back. "Now fuck her, and use your hands on her breasts."
She slides the dildo in slowly, the man beneath Jane feels it press against his
cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass. Jane's hands
are on the nurses hips, pulling her cunt onto her mouth as she uses it for
leverage to impale herself on the two cocks. Riding hard she screams as another
orgasm pulses through her. The shy-bi has taken to her task, driving the dildo
in and out of Jane's pussy as she pinches and pulls at her nipples. When the
man comes in Jane's ass and slides away, the no longer shy lady pulls out,
tongue licking Janes's belly as she finds her way to her pussy, sucking the
juice, before she lifts Jane by the thighs and sucks the come out of her
asshole.

The nurse has seen enough. She sends the two patients back to their table and
asks the 'water-girl' to come forward. The nurse is now sucking Jane's clit ,
lapping at her wet and flowered lips. She directs the patient to stand over
Jane's head and begin to pee, moving along her body until she was peeing on
Jane's cunt. Releuctantly at first she starts , just a trickle, but as Jane
opens her mouth wide and extends her tongue to catch the warm water the patient
lets loose a torrent that splashes off Jane's face and breasts. Stepping
forward she sprays the nurse, pee soaking her hair, spraying over Janes mound.
Jane's finger is up against the patients ass and as she presses it deep into
her butt more pee flows out. Jane starts to ride the nurses face to her third
orgasm, then closes her eyes, breathing deep, relaxing.  The nurse asks the
patient to lie on the mat and calls the other three over. One by one they empty
their bladders onto the prone lady. By the time they've finished, and Jane is
standing over her, she has learned to like the warm sensation. Jane stands at
her feet, legs spread and slightly bowed. Pulling her lips back hard she lets
loose a stream that reaches the open hungry mouth of the patient who swallows
as fast as she can while the rest pours over her throat. 
All the participants make their way to a communal shower, somewhat more open,
somewhat satiated. But there's still more work to be done. More sessions.
The nurse thought she could learn to like working here.