Chapter 7
Early the next morning, Jane was wheeled into the adult nursery.
It was only the latest in the series of bizarre sexual experiences which had been happening to her ever since her new husband brought her to this isolated house.
Last night, after Clark had come in her for the second time, and then pulled out of her, Sherry had once more been required to tongue her pussy clean.
Her effort had been more business-like, and less concerned with bringing Jane to orgasm But Sherry had not made this decision for herself.
It was Clark who commanded her to finish off Jane quickly. Sherry burrowed her tongue deep into Jane, licking the semen from the pussy walls.
When Sherry finally lifted her face from Jane's sex, the pussy lips shone pinkly with fresh glistening saliva, rather than with Clark's semen.
When Clark examined Sherry's oral work, and said that it was good, the petite teen once more knelt at dominant Adrian's booted feet.
Clark thanked them, and told them that their services would no longer be required for this night. Jane murmured weak, sighing thanks from her bed of bliss.
Sherry submissively pressed her forehead against the floor, bowing to Clark. Adrian did not kneel, since Clark had exempted her from having to demonstrate such slavish obedience, but she did bow her head respectfully.
Clark cupped his hand and whispered into Adrian's ear. He and Adrian looked meaningfully at Jane from time to time as he spoke.
Jane could not hear what they were saying and couldn't have cared less.
She lay curled on her side, her head resting between her bound arms. From time to time she sighed and shivered with pleasure.
Clark finished saying whatever he was saying to Adrian. She bobbed her head, nodding, and said, "All shall be done as you command."
She and Sherry bowed to him again, then exited the room.
""Bye," Jane whispered softly at their retreating backs.
Clark sat on the bed and untied her hands. Jane moaned and kissed his hands. The strands of rope fell loose from her slender wrists.
He unlocked one of her leg cuffs, but left the other one secured to her ankle. He told her to tell him if the cuff was chafing her skin.
Jane said that it did not hurt her. She shyly confessed that there was something very secure and comforting about being bound by him.
This answer pleased Clark. He cradled her head in his lap, her long honey-colored hair streaming over his groin and his inner thighs.
He kissed her mouth and breasts for a while, rocking her to sleep. Since only one leg was fettered, Jane had more freedom to move on the bed.
Clark climbed in beside her and pulled the blankets and sheets up to their shoulders. He flicked out the lamp on the night table.
The bedroom was dark. The lovers lay spoon fashion, on their sides, curled up together. His groin pressed Jane's naked bottom.
He kissed and stroked her until she drifted off to sleep. Jane was physically and emotionally exhausted by the night's events.
She fell into a deep and dreamless slumber which lasted until morning.
She opened her sleep-blurred eyes. The furniture of the bedroom was vague and indistinct in the dim gray light creeping in through slits in the curtains.
She lay there on her side, feeling warm and lazy. Clark leaned into her, startling her somewhat, since she had incorrectly assumed that he was sleeping.
He was hard. His stiff, hot penis pressed against the smooth flesh of her bottom. Her warm spreading buttocks were as soft as butter.
He murmured with desire. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His fat fleshy cock head rubbed her pink pussy slit.
Erotic chills ran up and down her spine as he pushed her hair aside and kissed and licked the back of her neck.
Reaching around in front of her, he put his hands on her breasts, holding one of them in each palm. Her flat nipples pressed the centers of his palms.
The nipples did not stay flat for very long, not with the sensual kisses and caresses he was planting all over her soft sleek body.
He gripped her breasts so that her nipples jutted between the spaces of his spread fingers. Jane rubbed her soft backside against his hard cock.
He opened and closed his fingers, softly squeezing her nipples between them.
The pink points of soft flesh tingled with awareness and erotic sensations. They puckered, stiffened, became throbbingly erect.
Clark moved under the covers. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her on her tummy. The sheets and blankets fell off them.
The chain fastened to Jane's ankle was pulled tight, reminding her of the restraint she had been locked into in her marriage bed.
Clark knelt behind her. He bunched pillows under her middle, raising her hips up so that they were the most elevated part of her body.
Jane buried her moaning face in her outstretched arms. She shivered with anticipated pleasure as Clark's hot face pressed her backside.
He parted her soft smooth thighs, spreading them, opening and exposing her pink-lipped pussy to him. Then he fastened his mouth on her slit.
Jane loved this. Now that she had discovered the supreme thrill of having her pussy mouthed, she could not get enough of it.
Soon she was gasping softly as his tongue lanced in her pussy and rippled over the quivering labia, wetting them, preparing her for penetration.
This tonguing did not last as long as Jane would have liked, since it was being done to lubricate her pussy, rather than to bring her to orgasm.
Her sigh of disappointment was replaced by a moan of desire when Clark took his mouth off her pink slit, and put his stiff penis in its place.
Jane wailed as his cock head pushed apart her pussy lips, splitting and spreading them, prying them open as he fed his long shaft into her.
Once more she thrilled to the delight of being penetrated. Clark leaned over her, his hips bumping and rubbing her buttocks as he fucked her.
Jane did not just lay there. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping as the velvet wetness of her humid pussy was increased by his swift strong strokes.
He reached under her hips, pressing his fingertips against her clitoris.
The sudden pleasure was so intense and extreme that Jane involuntarily cried out. For an instant, she feared she had awakened the entire house with her loud moaning outcry.
Then the events of the night before filled her mind, and she remembered just exactly what this place was-Clark's remote country mansion, where his servants were his slaves, and obeyed his every command.
Clark lightly rubbed his Fingertips against her throbbing clitoris as he thrust his cock in and out of her with strong, deep strokes.
Secretions from her pussy smeared on his stroking fingers. Jane lifted her face from the mattress. Her slitted eyes glittered in her moaning face.
Clark's hard cock was a blur of red motion as it pumped into her pussy. It was a hot quick fuck, and it didn't take him long to come.
Jane was half-expecting him to summon Sherry to come and tongue her clean. It was surprising how quickly she had gotten used to that oral service.
Now she was looking forward to it with real erotic anticipation. She wanted to put that slave girl's mouth to work on her for a good hour or two.
But that was not on the program this morning. After he had pulled out of Jane, and recovered his breath, Clark spoke softly and soothingly to her.
This would be a special day, he promised her. Today would really signal the start of his training program to mold her into a perfectly submissive wife.
"I will be all things to you," he murmured as he covered her soft body with hot kisses. "I'll be your father, your confessor, your lover, your master.'
Jane lay on the bed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Clark sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.
He spoke to Adrian, telling her that he and Jane were ready, and that she should come to his bedroom presently.
After he hung up the phone, Jane said, "May I ask you a question? What is Adrian to you?"
"She is my slave."
"Slave? But she's so scary, with all her black leather and boots-and she sure didn't act like a slave as far as Sherry was concerned!"
"No, she didn't!" Clark agreed, laughing. "Adrian is special to me. She was my first slave. Now, although she is totally submissive to me, she is still my second-in-command, and as such has control over the rest of the staff."
"Even the men?"
"Of course."
Jane pouted prettily. "Clark-just where do I fit in with your scheme of things? Am I going to be your slave, too?"
He kissed her again and again. "Your status is different from all the others, Jane-more exalted. You're my bride. I hope that you will obey me as best as you can, since that submission will please me the most."
Jane ran her hands along his broad shoulders. "I'll do my best!"
"That's all I ask." He kissed both her nipples, and was lowering his face toward her pussy, when a soft discreet knock sounded on the door.
"We'll have to postpone that pleasure for later, Jane," he said as he slid off the bed and stood up. "It's time for your training program to begin."
"I'm ready,' Jane said bravely. She did not know what he would expect of her, but her active imagination conjured up scores of scenarios of humiliation and sexual submission where she demonstrated her blind love for her husband by suffering bravely and submissively for him-her husband, lord, and master.
Clark opened the door and Adrian entered the room.
She was dressed in a different outfit from the one she had worn last night, but which was equally bizarre. She was uniformed like a kinky nurse.
A stiff starched peaked white nurse's cap was pinned to the black bun of her glossy hair. She wore no make-up this morning, making her look more severe and stern.
Her massive breasts thrust against the front of the white uniform which covered her from her neck to her knees.
A pale green rubber apron with a ruffled hem was pinned around her waist. Her legs were sheathed in dull brown rubber stockings. White rubber-soled shoes completed her ensemble. She strode briskly to the bedside.
"Good morning!" she said cheerily. "How is our young miss today?"
"Uh-very well, thank you. I think." A frown creased Jane's smooth brow. She was uncertain as to the status of the dominant brunette.
Clark said, "Jane is ready to begin her reeducation, Nurse, so I think we should get to work right away."
"Nurse?" Jane was puzzled. "I didn't know that you were a nurse."
"Oh, I have all kinds of skills and talents, dear," Adrian chuckled. "You'll find out about them in due course."
Adrian set a black doctor's bag down on the night table. From inside it she took a stethoscope and slipped it around her neck. "Sit straight up, Jane."
Jane said weakly, "But-but I'm not ill! I've never felt better!"
"You let me be the judge of that, Jane." Clark squeezed her shoulder. "All this, strange as it may seem at first, is for your own good."
Jane shivered when Adrian placed the cold metal of the stethoscope against her bare chest and listened to her heartbeat.
She thumped Jane's front and back. She used a device which resembled a metal flashlight with a soft green rubber cone at one end to peer into Jane's ears and nostrils. Jane stuck out her tongue, so Adrian could hold it down with a depressor and peer into her mouth.
Jane was all rather mystified with this medical examination.
Clark said, "Well, how does it look, Nurse?"
"Her physical condition is really quite splendid," Adrian said admiringly. "Any woman might envy young Jane her superb health and physique."
A rose blush shone on Jane's cheeks in response to the compliment.
Adrian continued, "I'll be able to make a more comprehensive examination in the nursery-we'll take her there."
"I really don't need any more examinations," Jane laughed nervously. "Really, I feel fine and fit! You said I was perfectly healthy yourself!"
"She's adorable," Adrian said to Clark. "She's just the cutest little thing."
Jane said, "I don't appreciate being spoken to as if I was a child!"
Both Clark and Adrian burst out laughing at this remark. Jane said, "I don't understand did I say something funny?"
"That's right, Jane, you don't understand," Clark said, "but you will. You are a child my very own sweet baby child. I'll see that you have the best of care."
Jane gasped when she saw Adrian take a hypodermic syringe out of the black bag. The rubber nurse poured some antiseptic fluid on a cotton ball.
"What-what are you doing?!" Alarm made Jane's voice shrill. "You're not going to give me a shot! What's in that thing?!"
"A little something to calm your nerves, honey," Adrian said soothingly. "You're obviously overwrought ... a common condition in girls your age."
Jane tried to move away. Clark gripped her by the shoulders, firmly holding her in a sitting position on the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she squirmed.
Adrian held her arm, and rubbed the cotton ball on the inside of Jane's elbow. The fluid tingled coolly on her flesh. Jane was now quite afraid.
Her husband held her while Adrian jabbed the needle into the girl's vein. Jane cried out as the drug was injected into her.
Adrian removed the needle when the syringe was empty. Jane's eyes were glassy, and she rocked unsteadily back and forth on the bed.
"I feel so strange." Her voice sounded to her as though she were speaking while inside a deep stone well, so that it was filled with hollow echoes.
"Just a little morphine derivative to ease your tensions," Clark murmured. "It will make you feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded at first."
Warmth shot through her as the drug circulated through her system. Jane had trouble focusing her eyes. The room came in and out of focus.
She felt as though all her bones had turned to jelly. She had no willpower. She knew only that she wanted to lie down. The warmth in her felt nice.
Chains rattled as Clark unlocked the padded leather cuff which was still fastened to her foot. Jane sprawled on the bed, on her back, her legs open.
She had trouble thinking clearly, but she realized that she was nude, and that her pussy was nakedly exposed in the position she lay in.
Moaning softly, she dropped her hand to her crotch to cover it. Her pussy tingled when she touched it. The tingling felt very good.
Jane felt no shame at all as she began to rub and stroke her soft pussy lips.
Clark chuckled indulgently as he watched his wife fondle herself between the legs. "It seems as though Jane has the habit of masturbation."
"Quite common in these young girls nowadays," Adrian said crisply. Leaning over Jane, she gripped the girl's wrists and took her hands off her pussy.
Jane moaned in disappointment. "She can't get enough of it," Clark laughed.
"Naughty, naughty," Adrian chided Jane, waving her finger in Jane's face. "You mustn't touch yourself down there without your daddy's permission."
"Who-who is my daddy?" Jane spoke slowly, forming her words with care.
"I am," Clark said, "and I'd say it's high time we got this little girl to the nursery! Please wheel in the cart, Adrian."
"Very good, sir" Adrian stepped into the hall, then pushed a rubber wheeled medical stretcher over to the bedside.
Jane moaned softly as Clark and Adrian lifted her off the bed, and set her down on her back on top of the stretcher.
The stretcher table was padded in black leather, whose rich aroma filled Jane's nostrils.
She was helpless, without will, a puppet in their hands.
But, because of the drug's effect, this condition did not alarm her. She felt incredibly calm and detached, totally uncaring.
Canvas restraining straps which dangled from the edges of the cart were buckled around Jane, securely binding her to the cart.
While Adrian strapped down Jane, Clark dressed. He wore a sports shirt, slacks, and sandals. He wore no underwear or socks-they would have been just that many more items of clothing for him to remove later.
When he was ready, he and Adrian wheeled the cart out the door and down the wall. The rubber wheels squeaked as the cart moved.
The nursery was in the west wing of the second floor. It was a small, intimate room, its walls painted a soothing, tranquil shade of pink.
It was strangely equipped, to say the least. To one side, against the wall, there was a stainless steel sink and glass-fronted cabinets.
There was an examining table, the kind used by doctors. Not far from it, a portion of the room had been set up as a bathroom.
There were no walls sealing it off from the rest of the nursery, and thus no privacy, either. This square section had a green tiled floor.
There was a large white porcelain tub and a toilet in the section.
On the opposite side of the room from the medical section was the nursery itself. There was an adult-sized playpen with thick iron bars, a pink padded cage with a roof which could be locked down in place.
There was an adult-sized highchair, and numerous other items for the adult infant.
Clark and Adrian pushed the cart over to the examining table. Since both tables were the same height, it was easy to roll Jane on the examining table.
Cellophane crackled as Adrian opened a fresh pack of sanitary rubber gloves. They were a transparent brown color similar to her stockings.
They snapped as she pulled them on her hands. They were skin-tight, of course, and reached a bit past her wrists.
Metal stirrups rose up from the end of the table. Clark took some linen strips from a drawer, and used them to bind Jane's feet to the stirrups.
Jane's legs were tied spread open, with her feet raised about eighteen inches off the table. Her pussy quivered from being so nakedly exposed.
Clark stood by the side of the table holding Jane down. Adrian stood on the floor, facing the young woman's naked crotch.
Jane gasped as Adrian fondled her pussy lips. The rubber gloved fingers rolled and rippled over the intricately folded labia.
Adrian had a soft touch, and Jane's gasps of surprise were soon replaced by soft sighs of pleasure. Jane was highly sensitive to pleasure.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. It was more of a massage than a probe, certainly. Jane's tingling nipples stiffened to erection.
She started rocking her hips back and forth on the table, in response to Adrian's fingering of her pulsing pussy.
Adrian got down to the examination. Jane's eyes were closed, so she couldn't see the calipers which Adrian prepared to place in position.
Jane gasped and went rigid when she felt the calipers at her pussy. They were made of metal, were V-shaped, and the distance between the twin legs was adjustible.
Adrian placed the tips against the insides of Jane's pussy lips. Jane squirmed and struggled more in fear than in pain, since the procedure was painless.
Adrian opened the calipers. Jane's pussy lips were slowly pried open and stretched to the sides, exposing the slippery pink folds and ridges of the inside of her sex.
Adrian shone the beam of a tiny packet flashlight up inside Jane.
Adrian decided that a more probingly personal, intimate examination was called for, a decision which Clark was in agreement with.
Jane grunted when Adrian slipped her finger inside the girl's pussy. Adrian pushed her middle finger in up to the rubber covered knuckle.
Jane gasped and moaned as Adrian explored her. When the brunette finally took her finger out of Jane, secretions glistened on the rubber of the glove.
"How does she look, Nurse?" Clark asked.
"Picture-perfect. And so very tight-but I'm sure you discovered that for yourself." Adrian's rubber soles squeaked on the floor as she went to the cabinet.
Jane lay shivering on the leather covered examining table. The round white overhead light shining down from the ceiling was a blur.
She was humiliated and shaken by the casual way that Adrian had probed the most intimate parts of her body.
But the drug in her veins did not allow her to remain alarmed for long. It was a tranquilizing blanket which dulled her senses and sapped her resistance.
Clark untied her feet from the stirrups and lowered them. He turned Jane over, so that she lay on her tummy. Jane looked over her shoulder.
Adrian approached, holding a thermometer. Jane asked her what she was going to do. "Why, take your temperature, of course!" Adrian laughed.
Jane whined that she didn't want her temperature taken this way. Couldn't they use an oral thermometer instead?
"Only grown-up young ladies are allowed that privilege, Jane," Clark said. "And since you're just a little girl, as your sulky behavior demonstrates, you're going to be treated like one!"
Jane's further protests were silenced when Clark warned her that if she didn't behave herself, he was going to take her over his lap and give her a good sound spanking. Her face red with shame, Jane buried her face in her outstretched arms.
Adrian swatted Jane smartly on the buttocks. "Don't tighten up, child!"
Jane relaxed her body as best she could. She was thinking that she hadn't been treated in this demeaning manner since she was a very young girl.
But perhaps that was the exact reason why Clark was doing it to her-to make her feel insecure and helpless and child-like.
If that was his ambition, he was succeeding perfectly, Jane thought. Drug or no drug, she was mortified at the way Adrian handled her.
Adrian parted Jane's ripe rounded buttocks, spreading the soft cheeks to the sides, exposing the puckered brown anus, that rosebud of wrinkled flesh.
The rectal thermometer was already lubricated with petroleum jelly. Jane's rosebud quivered when the oily metal bulb pressed against it.
Jane gasped as Adrian inserted the thermometer inside her. Her pussy tingled, the soft pink lips quivering as they rubbed the black leather table.
Adrian kept the thermometer inside her much longer than was medically necessary to get an accurate reading-close to ten minutes.
During that time, she and Clark discussed Jane and their plans for her. Jane could not hear what they said, since they were at the other end of the room.
At last Adrian pried apart her bottom cheeks and withdrew the glass rod from Jane's rectum. She twirled it inside Jane as she pulled it out.
Clark fondled Jane's soft hair while Adrian held the thermometer to the light and read the temperature.
Clark stroked Jane's breast where it jutted out from under her. "Well, Nurse, what kind of a reading have you got?"
"Her temperature's running slightly above normal," Adrian announced crisply. "I believe that Jane is running a very slight fever."
"What do you suggest that we do?"
"A good bowel movement will do wonders to improve her condition," Adrian said. "Well administer an enema, and clean her out!"
"But I don't want an enema!" Jane wailed, rising up from the table in dismay.
Clark put his hand on the back of her neck, pushed her down, and held her there.
He said, "Jane, I warned you about your actions! That outburst of childish temperment has just earned you a bottom warming!"
Jane babbled apologies, but they did her no good. Tears ran down her cheeks as she begged Clark to at least spank her privately, without Adrian watching.
"Privacy is an adult privilege," Clark said as he held down the squirming, sobbing, wriggling Jane. "You haven't earned it-but you have earned a spanking!"
It was even more degrading than Jane had expected. Clark had Adrian hold her down while he hand spanked her naked bottom.
Tears spilled down her red moaning face as Clark's hard open palm slammed down again and again on her buttocks. He was strong, with a heavy hand.
There was the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh. The rippling bottom cheeks darkened from a soft shade of pale white, to a deep blushing rose, to a bright and burning red which was warm to the touch.
Adrian said approvingly, "I believe that this naughty little miss is now ready to obey, sir!"