“Mrs. Larkin. I have talked to a doctor who is well-versed in situations like these. There are several therapies we can try. Which one will work best, we don’t know. Honestly, it’s guesswork.”
“Whatever it takes, doctor. I only want to have my husband back. I did him wrong, dirty wrong. It seems to have destroyed him emotionally.” She started to sob.
“The event that led up to this situation is, I believe, the main cause of his condition.” I watched as he patted her arm, then left.
I’d bet her panties are wet if she’s even wearing any. Got to be ready for anyone at any time.
“Spike, baby. Please. I’m so sorry I did what I did. What can I do? I’ll crawl to you, I’ll be your sex slave, I’ll give up my butt to you. God damn, Spike, I need you to love me.” Laura sobbed.
Yep, sure. Anything to cover up if he knocks her up. They’ve got me stuck in this fruitcake ward while she’s at home fucking who knows.
Her main cock is Rick. That two-timing bastard. I hope he’s proud of himself. I’d bet he laughs his ass off at me.
Good. She’s leaving. Got to check in with tonight’s fuck. I’m sure.”
They’re putting me in a wheelchair. Oh, ain’t this sweet. Nice warm covers for me, so I don’t catch a cold. They are concerned for me. Fuck you, too.
They wheeled me into this room. It was almost black and smelled like a ladies’ tearoom. They put headphones on me, and now, they’re playing this monotone weird music. God damn, this sucks.
Oh, they’re leaving. Now is my chance to look around. There has to be a way out of this fucking hole. I don’t see any cameras or windows for them to watch me. I’ll look around.
Hmmm, nothing. No way to escape. There has to be a way. That fucking music is driving me mad. I might as well get back in the chair.
Damn, here they come again.
“How was that, Mr. Larkin. I hope it was relaxing. Would you like to sit in the garden? It’s a beautiful day.” Her voice is so sweet.
Her voice reminded me of Laura. We would be lying in bed. I’d suck her tits and finger her wet pussy. She would moan and whisper like this nurse. I bet she is beautiful naked and wouldn’t fuck her guy’s friend.
“Here. How is this? It’s a nice view of the lake. You can watch the ducks and swans. I’ll be back in a bit to take you back inside.” She covered my lap with the covers.
I remember when Laura would pull down the sheets and play with my cock. She would get me hard, then stroke me. Sometimes she would wait until I started to squirt. Then she would put her mouth over my cock and swallow my cum.
Other times, she would just let me squirt all over, and she would lick up my cum. But no more. That she saves for Rick’s cock. She’s probably sitting on it right now, riding it in and out of her tight ass. Bitch.
“Well, Mr. Larkin? Did you enjoy the day? Come on, it’s time for dinner.”
As she wheeled me back to the prison, I noticed where I was. I was no more than two miles from my, no, her house. And that motherfucker lives six blocks from there. That’s good to know.
“Okay, Mr. Larkin. Can you help me a little to get you back into your bed? That’s good, thank you. Do you want all the blankets?”
I just stared at her.
“Okay, I’ll pull these two up for you. I hope I can make you comfortable.” She smiled and left the room. She didn’t notice my cock was hard, but I noticed her name was Cheryl.
Cheryl brought in the lab experiment they called dinner. At least it isn’t moving. Cheryl helped me sit on the edge of the bed. She cut up the sacrifice and put the fork in my hand. Like a good robot, I put the fork to my mouth and ate it.
When I look at Cheryl, I remember Laura – long ago. Before she fucked Rick. I would pull off her shorts, but her on the table, or counter in the kitchen. She would open her legs, and I would make love to her.
She would moan and groan, which made me feel like a man. When she would cum, she would yelp in a high-pitched tone, then wrap her legs around me. Her pussy would squirt her cum on me, and it would trickle down to my balls.
Fuck face is getting her cum now.
“You didn’t eat very much. Are you sure you’re finished?” Cheryl asked me. I just looked ahead.
Laura returned late in the day. I guess she had to clean his spunk off her. Try cleaning off the stench, too. Why are you here, bitch?
“Spike, I brought some photos for us to look at. The doctor said it may help.” I just stared at her.
“Remember this one. We took from the top of the Ferris wheel at the school picnic. And, and this one. We were at the lake, and you made me take my swim top off and took this picture. At least you let me cover my boobies.
Oh, and here. We were at Tom and Carrie’s wedding. We were dancing. I remember playing with your cock while we danced. Then we snuck outside. We went behind the building, I bent over, you pulled my panties down, and you put it in me and came in me. Remember, Spike.
SPIKE, PLEASE REMEMBER, PLEASE COME BACK TO ME. GODDAMNIT, I NEED YOU.” Laura doubled over in the chair, crying uncontrollably.
She must be worried Rick the prick got her knocked up. She probably wants a way out, and that’s on my cock. No more, bitch. You made your decision.
In walks the man with all the answers. NO.
“Mrs. Larkin, Spike is not responding to our current treatment. How did he respond to the photos?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Laura wept, “he just stared. Even with the photo of me just in my little swim bottoms. Nothing.” Laura collapsed in tears again.
“I was hoping they would trigger a memory. We would like to try another approach.”
“Like what, doctor? It won’t hurt him, will it, doctor?”
As if you give a shit. You would probably love to watch them give me shock treatments. You would probably use her phone to make a video and show it to Rick while he’s fucking you.
Mrs. Larkin, you mentioned that Spike changed after he heard about the-,”
“Affair. Yes, but it was one night, and I’ve regretted it ever since. I didn’t think when I did it, and now that it has taken my love away, I could just -,”
“Let’s not get carried away, Ma’am. We’ll figure something out.”
Doc left, and Laura sat in the chair sobbing. You have no idea how I feel. You didn’t think about how I would be affected, only getting on his cock and having his cum squirt in you. Whore.
The next day was the same routine. Cheryl came in and gave me a sponge bath. She is so gentle and careful. It’s all I can do to keep from getting hard. I would make love to her, but I wouldn’t want her man to go through what the bitch is putting me through.
Laura came in while Cheryl was finishing my sponge bath.
“What are you doing with my husband?” Nice time to get indignant.
“The patients get a sponge bath daily if they cannot get into the tub or shower. We are concerned about their hygiene.” Cheryl responded very professionally.
“Well, not any longer. When can I come in and bathe my husband?” Laura demanded.
Cheryl was about to answer.
“NO!” I said in a loud voice.
They looked at me in shock.
“You don’t want me to bathe you, Spike?” Laura’s expression was total surprise.
“Would you rather have her bathe you?” Laura asked in a demanding tone. I didn’t answer.
“Do you make him hard when you invade his privacy?” Laura screamed at Cheryl.
The doctor came in.
“What’s the problem here?” He looked at Cheryl.
“I will trust Mrs. Larkin to describe what occurred, doctor.” Good girl, you cornered her.
“I walked in, and she had my husband almost naked and touching him all over his body, and -,”
“Was she bathing him?” Doc asked.
“Supposedly. At least she didn’t make him hard, for a cheap thrill.” That pissed me off.
“GO!” I yelled. Laura looked at me as if she were in shock.
She pointed to herself, but I didn’t respond. Cheryl looked at the doctor for help.
“Mrs. Larkin, let’s go to my office and consider other alternatives for Spike.”
“What about her?” Laura demanded.
“Spike seems to be at ease with her. I think in his delicate mental condition, we should keep him as content as possible.” Doc ushered Laura out of the room.
How does it feel to be rejected bitch? I was laughing inside.
Doc and Laura left. Cheryl continued where she left off. She was washing my left arm when she looked into my eyes.
“Mr. Larkin? Are you smiling?” Her tone was so soft. I blinked my eyes.
“I’ve got to tell the doctor,” she said. I closed my eyes, then opened them.
“You don’t want me to tell him?” I closed my eyes again.
Cheryl finished my bath. But when she washed my cock and balls, she made certain that it would not be sensual. That made me feel more comfortable with her.
“Doctor, what am I going to do. I know I did him wrong, but there has to be something. Something has to bring him back to me.”
“Mrs. Larkin, we are going to try more audio-visual treatment. You could be a huge help.”
“What do I have to do? I’ll do anything,” Laura was sobbing again.
“Gather as many photos as you can. From your early times with Spike up until the incident. I know you wouldn’t, but I have to say not to bring any photos that would remind him of, well, you know what I mean.”
“I will. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, so it will be the day after. Or should I cancel the appointment?” Her voice was shaking.
“No, keep your appointment. I need you as healthy as possible.” She got up and left.
The next morning, Cheryl didn’t bring my gruel. Another nurse came in. I didn’t like her immediately. She put down the latest experiment and said, “Eat.”
As she walked out the door, the tray followed her to the door. I almost hit her. She turned around, and I could tell she was mad. The doc was there in a second.
“What happened, Velma?”
“I put his food on the tray and told him to eat. I walked away, and he threw the tray at me.” The doctor looked at me. I stared straight ahead.
After a few minutes, the doc brought in my tray and sat next to me.
“Are you hungry, Spike?” I didn’t answer.
“Please eat something. Did Velma yell at you? Why did you throw the tray?” He didn’t get an answer.
Doc sighed heavily and left the room. He asked me to eat.
I ate some, but I wasn’t hungry. Velma is a bitch.
A male nurse brought my wheelchair and took me outside. He parked me in a place where I could see, well, kind of see my house and the bastard’s den. I wonder how long it would take to go there and back.
Hmmm, about eight, ten blocks. I’m still in pretty good shape, except she killed me emotionally.
I sat out there until the male nurse came for me. He took me back in and parked me in the solarium. Other people were visiting the other inmates. I decided to wheel myself back to my room.
I got out of the wheelchair and got into bed. That was easy. Not a lot of effort is needed.
To be continued
