Page 42 of Lonely
When I was next to her, I placed one hand on her backrest and the other on the table, and got in her face.
“Who’s the real whore? What was it Jesus said, Mother?Matthew 7:3-5.Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”
Mother shot up and smacked me hard across the cheek. I just smiled. “That slut is a bad influence on you.”
“Are you worried I’ll like her more than you, Mother? Worried I’ll choose her tight cunt over your tasteless lasagna?”
She held her hand out. Her fingers trembled. “Give it to me.”
With slow movements, I held her gaze as I unbuckled and slid my belt through the loops. Mother could whip me all shewanted. There was no redemption for me. I was already destined for Hell.
I ripped open my fly and shoved my pants down. Mother’s nostrils flared and then she dropped her eyes to my cock.
She had always looked at me.
And had always suffered her own vices.
Smirking, I turned around and bent over the table. “Make it hurt, Mother dearest.”
“Oh, trust me, you ungrateful little shit. I’ll whip thoughts of that whore out of your head.”
I chuckled. “What can I say, Mother? I’m a sinner.”
Whack!
Pain spread like fire.
Mother didn’t disappoint. She whipped me until I was bleeding and couldn’t feel my ass anymore.
Until her demons were done with their fun and the heartbeat between her thighs had settled.
Days later, I still winced every time I sat down, but the pain was worth watching Mother snap. I might fuck Anna just to spite her.
“Hold her down,” I ordered Nurse Julie and Nurse Claire, the lady with the purple hair and the ear stud. I almost shook my head as I snapped the plastic gloves into place and reached for the lube on the wheelie cart.
Our newest patient was bent over the bed and snapping her teeth at me like a rabid dog. After her initial psychologicalassessment, her file was one of the thickest I’d had placed on my desk during my time here, and it made for boring reading.
She had the kind of round butt that begged for attention; I had to admit.
Sinking two fingers inside her, I noted the rainy weather outside. The weatherman had promised a storm.
“No contraband in the vagina,” I murmured before withdrawing my digits and shoving them inside her tight rim.
A manic look entered her eyes. Her chapped lips parted on a scream, but I was so used to these patients that nothing fazed me anymore. Not even hysterical ones who objected to being strip-searched for their own safety.
“All clear,” I said after a bit of probing that had me swelling below the belt, to my annoyance.
A tight ass like that would draw a lot of attention in a monstrous place like this.
Delicate little bodies didn’t last long here. She’d learn.
When night fell, the wolves would start circling.
I withdrew my fingers and stripped off the shit-stained gloves.
“I’ve made a note of the medication. Get her washed.”
On my way out, I tossed the gloves in the trash can and removed my glasses to pinch the bridge of my nose.
