A surprise early release for the never-before-seen Part 4 of Lady Ashley’s story! I love Christmas, if you couldn’t tell, and I hope I’m keeping you well entertained (or distracted) during this holiday season.
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Lady Ashley
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Lady Ashley, Part 4 [F/f, BDSM]
Sweat was pouring down her body. Her plump buttocks and soft thighs were scored with corrections from the buggy whip, wielded by Nurse Lane without hesitation, at the first sign that she wasn’t throwing her entire effort into walking on the treadmill.
A minute was added onto each subsequent interval of exercise, until she was trotting on the steps at a brisk clip, her breasts bouncing lewdly up and down, her bottom hole plundered mercilessly by the plug.
Finally, Nurse Lane called a halt.
“Excellent,” the matronly woman said. “Well done, Ashley, well done! Not too bad of a performance for your first time. You needed some encouragement, but your bottom looks very healthy with some red stripes across it. The doctor will be pleased to see them.”
The nurse unbuckled the straps around Ashley’s wrists and helped her down from the treadmill. As she escorted Ashley away with a firm hand gripping her charge’s elbow, they passed another attendant.
The white-uniformed man was leading a crawling girl on a leash. She might have been a beauty—her naked body was certainly pleasing and shapely—but it was hard to tell it of her face, which was confined by an excessive amount of leather straps that formed blinders to narrow her view and a rawhide bone that filled bitted her mouth, trapping her tongue and peeling back the corners of her lips, which caused her to drool uncontrollably.
“Come along, drooly thing,” her attendant said with amusement and affection. “Time to stretch your limbs, Bella.”
He was holding a bright red ball, and Ashley realized suddenly that he was guiding the poor crawling girl into a round pen so that he might hurl it for her to fetch.
Then Nurse Lane pulls her along as they leave the gymnasium, walking down a tiled floor and into a glassed-in stall. Chains dripped from a pulley installed overhead, and Nuse Lane wasted no time in forcing Ashley’s arms up into the air, attaching her wrist cuffs to those chains, and then fussing with the pulley until Ashley was stretched out in the shower stall. Practically dangling there like a caught trout, with just her toes scrambling for purchase.
There were other women in the shower room nearby, all of them similarly tethered and held in place for their attendants to wash them down. One poor girl had a leg hoisted into the air as well, and she hopped on one leg every now and then to keep her balance while her attendant spent a long time inspecting and cleaning her exposed slit. Another girl had all of her limbs suspended; all anyone could see of her was a broad, pink bottom.
Steam began to fill the stall, until Ashley could see the other women no longer, just the ghostly shapes of them. But she could hear them all too well. Their undulating cries and gasps echoed off the tiled walls, pitching into a crescendo that rose and fell.
With brusque and efficient speed, Nurse Lane directed a hose that spouted blissfully warm water over Ashley’s body. Great puffs of warm mist drifted down from the ceiling.
“Marvelous, isn’t it, this steam shower,” the nurse remarked cheerily. “Thanks to our generous benefactors, the hospital enjoys quite a bit of modernization. We have a team of very talented master engineers and builders with their own workshop, located on the grounds, and they’re constantly improving things. Now, place your foot on this stool, my dear girl. Let’s get that plug out of you.”
To Ashley’s discomfiture, Nurse Lane took her time easing the dreadful plug from the depths of her bottom. The nurse seemed to have a firm grip on the flanged knob of it, and she worked it out of that shameful, dark clutch by millimeters. At times, it felt like the nurse was merely twisting it in place, and oh god, she could feel her private, dirty little rosette opening around it and she couldn’t do anything other than rattle her chained wrists and add her cries to the howling of the other girls in this twisted, depraved place.
“I sized up the likes of you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” Nurse Lane stated. “Even before Doctor Kent provided his diagnosis. You’re not fit to run your own household, my dear. You’re just not equipped for the position—to make so many decisions about staffing and planning and menus. It’s all too much for you. Too much pressure, isn’t it?”
“No,” Ashley moaned, shaking her head limply. “It’s not true. Please, I-I-this is all Francis’ doing. Please believe me, I can lead a normal life. I was to have a season…”
Nurse Lane clucked her tongue as she screwed the plug incrementally in, and out. Her other hand stroked the girl’s trembling thigh.
“Ashley, a season is a significant expense. There was no need for any of that, dresses and balls, when Lord Milton had so generously provided you with a suitor, who you so so rudely rejected. Just look at yourself. Look at these ripe berries.” The nurse squeezed Ashley’s nipple between strong fingers. “Standing so tall and proud. Can you imagine attending Almack’s in a white dress and flaunting these harlot’s teats? No, Ashley, you’ll come to see: you are more suited for a brothel than you are for a ballroom.”
“No,” Ashley denied. “You’re wrong, and so is the doctor. He can’t even be a real physician, to so grossly abuse the rights of a patient!”
“You have no rights, dear,” came the nurse’s pleasant rejoinder.
She did not address Ashley further, only extracted the plug at last and lowered Ashley’s foot from the stool to stand on the tile again.
Ashley shivered under the hot spray of water as the woman directed the hose up and down her body. She felt agitated and twitchy, as if spiders were running over her skin. Once the steam and soap made her body slippery, Nurse Lane began to scrub with a rough bit of sponge, until Ashley’s pale body was pink and glistening all over.
Then the nurse ran gentle fingers over Ashley’s soft underarms, and she lurched against the chains, squealing.
“No!” she shrieked. “Noooooooo.”
But the nurse only set to tickling her without mercy, until Ashley’s screams rang in the glass stall and drowned out all the other girls. Ashley was convulsed with laughing and sobbing. She couldn’t get away, was utterly vulnerable to the nurse’s ministrations. She tried drawing her knees up, to no avail.
Her wail took on a different pitch when, to her horror, she felt her bladder relax and a stream of urine trickled down her thighs.
“You see,” Nurse Lane said immediately, her keen eyes having missed nothing about her charge. Her stout fingers never stopped wriggling away at that tender, tickling spot. “You simply can’t control any aspect of your body, my dear. And you think to become a duchess or some such nonsense? You can’t hope to rule over a household when you can’t even rule your own body, silly girl. You shouldn’t feel any shame over voiding yourself like this; you can’t help it.”
“No,” Ashley moaned, as she hiccuped with another laugh. All she could do was turn her face into her arm, held in place above her head, and choke out more uncontrollable giggles there. “No, please stop, please stop, please stop…”
“Let’s just make sure you’re truly empty, lest you make a mess after you’re all clean.”
And the nurse proceeded to tickle her more, stopping only after Ashley hung limply from her chains, quivering all over, and all the urine had been swept down to the drain at her feet.
Only to surge to life once more when a narrow jet of water pulsed straight up between her legs. Her eyes flew open wide as pleasure rushed like lightning, seizing her lax body with new tension.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Ashley called in her glass chamber, her cries echoing all around. “Oh…”
She surged up on her toes, trying to get away. The pleasure was intensely frightening.
“Don’t you dare close those thighs! Spread them, right this instant. This infraction is not to be borne.”
Ashley tried, but she just couldn’t. The jet of water beamed so directly into her, she felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath to breathe at all.
She sagged down as the water was pulled away, only for Nurse Lane to clamp cuffs around her ankles and yank them apart to the sides of the stall. Her arms were lowered slightly to accommodate her drop in height, and then, once the nurse was satisfied that her charge was in position, the hose was taken up in hand again.
“This is your clitoris,” the nurse lectured. “This little button that is making you feel so good and wild. It controls you. You might meet Mildred later. She’s another patient here—the wife of an earl, in fact—and she came to us with a rather prominent clitoris. She’s been undergoing treatment for a month, and Doctor Kent has been helping her with enlarging her natural gift. She won’t be able to wear any undergarments; her sweet nubbin will be far too sensitive for that. Unless, of course her lord desires her to experience that acute arousal. Her husband loves her dearly, the lucky girl, and he’s commissioned all manner of rings and clamps for his favorite part of her.”
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