Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: RESCUE
Universe: Edge Play
Summary: This story was inspired by reading some news article about a
hospital in Sweden that treats victims of sexual torture by assigning them
a sex surrogate to live with them during the duration of their treatment.
I'm not sure if that story was true.  And even if true, my story obviously
doesn't depict how this treatment really works on torture victims, but I
thought it would make an excellent premise for an erotic story.  This story
is a sequel to UNDER HER.  UNDER HER is a sequel to CO-ED TANDEM BEER
PISSING CONTEST.
Keywords: F+/M tort Fdom Msub humor caution Mpov
Language: english

   RESCUE BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Jack had learned a fast lesson in BDSM two weeks ago at _Edge Play._ He
had entered a co-ed tandem beer pissing contest as a single bottom not
knowing exactly what the contest entailed.  He lesson came from a black
woman from the audience volunteered to be his top in the contest. 
Together, they had won second place by her sitting on his face and chugging
as much beer as she could as fast as she could while peeing in his mouth,
and by him drinking her pee and then peeing into a pipe flowing into a
small pitcher under his ass.  They were the second couple to fill their
pitcher.

   After the contest, Tameka had invited him home for the rest of the
weekend to be her toilet slave.  Being a private agreement, they were not
bound by the club's slave auction rules.  That weekend, she mercilessly
continued his indoctrination into BDSM.  Tameka was an experienced and
demanding Domme who had put him in his place.  She used him as her total
toilet and made him consume every possible substance, liquid and solid,
excreted from every possible orifice on her body.

   It had taken Jack two weeks, now, to work up the guts to return to the
club and offer himself in the weekly slave auction to serve a mistress for
a weekend.  It works like this:

   Every time you enter the club, you are given 10 slave points.  This was
his third visit, so he now had 30.  You can offer yourself for sale, and
the high bidder gets you as their slave for 24 hours.  You also gain 10% of
their bid amount added to your total number of points.

   To offer yourself, you sign a release form stating your sexual
orientation: straight, gay, or bi.  If you're straight, you're only offered
to masters of the opposite gender; if you're gay, then only to masters of
the same gender; and if you're bi, you are offered to anybody.  You give
your minimum bid, which works much like the "reserve price" on Ebay -- you
only get sold if someone bids at or above your minimum bid.  You also list
your limits and print your safe word -- they recommend "may day," but "red"
is the customary safe-word.  If a slave refuses to do something that he
didn't list as one of his limits, then the slave is banned from the club
for life.
On the other hand, if you buy a slave, you can't leave the premises with
your slave except under special circumstances.  For this reason, there are
suites that you can rent for the night like a hotel room -- with a bedroom,
bathroom, kitchenette, and dungeon.  Likewise, a master who violates a
slave's limits is banned for life from the club and is reported to all the

newsgroups.

   Jack actually had little interest in being a slave, but, as a newbie, it
was the only way to get enough "slave points" to buy a slave in said
auction.  Furthermore, his gender worked against him.  Female slaves, even
inexperienced ones, went for a premium price -- often thousands of "slave
points." However, male slaves were the proverbial dime-a-dozen.  Being an
inexperienced male meant that he would go for a pittance, indeed, if anyone
bid for him at all.

   So Jack went to the auction and signed up as a slave.  He listed his
orientation as straight -- being bi would have given him better odds at
going for a higher price, but he just couldn't stomach the idea of being
gay.  The best he could do was to have no minimum bid and to not list any
limits whatsoever.  After all, what could be worse than being used as a
human toilet -- having a woman sit on your face with her asshole over your
mouth and take a shit into your mouth while you swallow it all direct from
the source?

   So he waited in the changing room of the Violet Dungeon.  He was ordered
to strip naked, then collared, then waited along with about twenty other
slaves, both male and female.

   One by one, the auctioneer brought the slaves out to the auction block
as he waited his turn.  About halfway through the auction, when about half
of the slaves had been auctioned off, the auctioneer ushered him out into
the assembly room decorated like a medieval torture chamber.  His face
turned beet-red as he stepped up, buck naked, on a pedestal, and faced the
small crowd.

   The auctioneer started the bidding, "Here we have a newcomer to the
scene.  He's straight, so only women may bid.  He tells us he has
experience as a toilet slave, and he and his top had won second place in
the beer pissing contest two weeks ago.  Best of all, he has listed no
limits -- anything goes!  He has no minimum, so do I have an opening bid,
ladies?"

   The audience murmured.  After a few moments, Jack figured that no one
was going to bid on him.  Then a hot looking blonde dressed in pink spandex
pants and a black tank top announced, "I bid fifty points."

   Jack quickly calculated that would add all of five "slave points" to his
total.  _At least she's a babe!_ Jack thought to himself.

   The auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of fifty for this fine specimen
of manhood.  Surely a slave with no limits can command a higher price.  Can
we have a counter bid?"

   At that, another bid came from the room, "I bid sixty!" Jack looked
across the room at a small Chinese woman with short straight black hair. 
She grinned back at him.  While Jack was pleased that he got a little
higher price, he would have preferred going to the hot blonde.

   The auctioneer continued his pitch, "We have a bid of sixty!  Anyone
care to up that?  Come on ladies!"

   Jack thought to himself, _Come on babe!  Outbid her!_

   The blonde called out "Seventy!"

   _Yes!_ Jack could hardly believe that he had caused a minor bidding war.
But before the auctioneer could resume his pitch, the Chinese girl called
out, "Eighty!"

   _Damn!_

   "Ninety!" from the blonde.

   _Yeah!_

   "One hundred!" from the Chinese girl.

   _Damn again!  But at least I'll be getting more than a few points of my
own.  C'mon babe!  One more bid!_

   After a pause, the auctioneer announced, "We have a bid of one hundred
slave points." He pointed to the blonde, "Don't let him get away!"

   She shook her head "no."

   _Damn!_

   "Anyone else care to bid on this hunk?" the auctioneer asked the crowd.

   The crowd started to murmur a little, then the auctioneer announced, "We
have a bid of one hundred!  Going once!  Going twice!  Gone for one hundred
slave points to Mistress Jin Li."

   _Shit!  Well, at least I went for a decent price._

   "Come forward, Jin Li," the auctioneer said to her.

   The Chinese woman came up to the podium.  The auctioneer clicked a leash
to Jack's collar and handed the leash to her.

   That moment felt so humiliating for Jack -- standing there completely
naked while a total stranger held a leash attached to a collar on his neck.

   Jin Li led Jack by his leash into the back room and into a smaller
adjacent room.  Purchased slaves were there getting dressed, some in their
original clothes, and others in fetish-wear provided by their new masters.

   She asked one porter, "Please bring my slave's clothes in here."

   The porter returned a moment later with the plastic tub that he placed
his clothes in before the auction.

   "Thank you," she told the porter.

   Jack's master handed jack his socks and shoes told him to put them on.

   After he did so, she picked up one of a handful of small suitcases and
opened it.

   "Now put these on," she said as she threw assorted articles of clothing
to Jack.

   Jack put on a leather G-string then held up the snake's nest of leather
belts and O-rings that followed.

   "What's this?" he asked her.

   "Silence slave!" she yelled at him in her Chinese accent.  She took it
from him, shook it out, and held it up to his body.  "Put it on.  Now!"

   Jack took the harness and draped it over his shoulders.  He buckled the
buckle under his crotch, around his waist, under his armpits, and around
his neck.  Jin Li then attached small padlocks to all the buckles that
connected the straps together.

   She reached into her case and pulled out a lightweight overcoat and
tossed it at him, saying, "One last thing."

   He put on the overcoat.

   Then she dumped his clothing from the tub into her satchel and closed
it.

   She then took the leash and yanked on it hard as she left the room, with
a curt, "Come."

   She led Jack through the club, up the elevators, and to the street.  She
retrieved her Honda from an adjacent parking garage and drove home with
jack.

   _Apparently,_ Jack thought, _the garage attendant was used to seeing
people lead other people by leashes coming out of Edge Play._

   Jin Li got on the West Side Highway and headed north.  Along the way,
Jin Li often chatted with truckers on her CB radio.

   A truck cab lacking a trailer sped past her going well over the speed
limit.  She picked hp her microphone.  "Breaker nineteen.  You in the blue
bobtail, you got your ears on?"

   "That's a ten four, driver.  What can I do for you?"

   "You just blew my doors off, man!  You know Smokey likes to take
pictures up near 128th street.  You better slow down!"

   "Thanks, ma'am.  I just delivered my load from Shakey Town and I'm
heading north to see my niece.  I don't get this far east very often. 
Thanks for the bear alert!"

   Jin Li continued chattering in this jargon-filled foreign language with
different truckers along the way.  It was almost 2:00 AM by the time they
arrived at her house up in Tarrytown.  She led him down to her finished
basement, set up like a mock dungeon, and chained his leash to a ring
embedded in the concrete wall.  "You can sleep on that mat on the floor and
your leash is long enough so you can use the lavatory.  Sleep well, slave,
for you'll need your strength in the morning."

   Jack nodded but didn't speak in answer.  She turned and went upstairs
throwing Jack into darkness.  Jack found the mat, curled up, and dozed off
to sleep quickly.

   Jin Li came back down early the following morning.  "Wake up, slave. 
You've got a busy day ahead."

   Jack yawned and stood, answering "Yes, mistress."

   She unlocked and removed all the padlocks from his body harness and told
him to remove it and to remove his G-string.

   "Now go stand in front of the Saint Andrew's Cross," she said, pointing
to a large wooden X mounted to the wall.

   He stood there naked as she shackled his wrists to the upper posts of
the cross.  He had to stand on his tip-toes for his wrists to reach the
shackles.  She then swung one ankle to one of the lower arms of the cross
and shackled it in.  Then she swung the other ankle to the other lower arm,
causing him to be suspended off the floor by his wrists, and shackled it.

   Lastly she set a stool in front of him and stood on it to place a
fencing mask over his head.

   Stepping down, she said, "We're now going to play 'Human Darts'."

   "Yes, Mistress," he answered again struggling to breathe while suspended
by his wrists, spread eagle on the cross, with his feet inches off the
floor.

   Jin Li walked over to the other end of the room and opened what appeared
to be a large electric stainless steel pressure cooker.

   _Holy Shit!_ Jack thought silently when he saw her remove a fistful of
darts from it.

   "Do you know how to score?" she asked.

   "No, Mistress."

   "You're inexperienced, so I'll forgive you.  This time.  Your navel is
fifty points.  Each nipple is one hundred points.  Your cock is two hundred
points.  So are your balls.  Anywhere else on your body is ten points.  You
will keep score.  When I earn one thousand points, the game is over."

   "Mistress, forgive me, but is this safe?"

   "Of course it isn't safe!  But you have no limits."

   She lifted one dart, took aim, and tossed it at Jack.

   Jack gasped as he saw the dart fly straight toward him.

   "Yeowww!" Jack yelled when the dart slammed into his stomach.

   "Silence, slave," Jin Li ordered.

   Jack continued to cry, "Ow!  Ow!  Ohhh!  Ow!" as he panted heavily with
the pain in his stomach.  He could feel a tingling from his blood flowing
from the puncture wound down his stomach and down his leg.

   He hardly noticed her throw another dart at him until he felt another
stabbing pain in his chest this time.

   "Gaaaa!  Aaahhh!  Aaahhh!" she shouted again.

   "You're such a noisy one!" Jin Li said in obvious annoyance.

   Jack caught his breath against the pain only to see Jin Li toss another
dart his way.

   "Yaaaa!  Gaaa-aak!" he shouted as it struck somewhere near his crotch.

   Another dart hit him in the stomach causing him to release another
scream.

   Then another dart hit him in the leg, for one more scream.  The pain was
unbearable as tears poured down his cheeks.

   "What's my score, slave?" Jin Li asked.

   "Ahh!  I -- don't -- know -- mistress."

   "That's unacceptable, slave.  I'll have to continue playing until you
learn to keep score."

   She walked up to him and yanked the darts from his body, one by one. 
Then she returned to the back of the room and dropped the darts in a steel
bowl next to the 'pressure cooker'."

   She removed five more darts, took aim, and let one fly again.

   "Eeeyyyaaaa!" Jack screamed as the dart hit home.  As unbelievable as it
seemed to Jack, the pain from this dart was far worse than it had been
before.  He could feel that the dart had stuck into his left nipple.

   "Where did the dart hit, slave?" she asked.

   "I -- think -- it -- hit -- my -- nipple," he struggled to say against
the agonizing pain.

   "That is correct, slave.  And how many points do I get for that?"

   "One -- hundred -- mistress?"

   "Yes, slave."

   She tossed another dart at him, and it hit somewhere near his stomach.

   "Now, where did the dart hit, slave?" she asked again.

   "I -- don't -- think -- it -- hit -- anywhere -- special -- just -- my
-- stomach."

   "Very good, slave.  And how many points do I have now."

   "I -- think -- you -- have -- one -- hundred -- ten -- points --
mistress."

   "Excellent, slave!" she said.

   She threw another dart which hit him straight in the center of his
chest. The point hit his breastbone and then fell out onto the floor as
Jack let out another piercing scream.

   "How many points was that, slave," she asked.

   "I -- don't -- know -- mistress -- the --dart -- fell -- out."

   "That means I don't get any points for that one, I'm afraid."

   "Yes -- mistress."

   She tossed another dart, which pierced his dick.  The point had gone all
the way through and jabbed him in the balls briefly and then just dangled
from his dick."

   "Ghakkk!  Uuurp!" Jack grunted with the newly experienced pain that far
surpassed the previous pain threshold.

   "Ohhh!" Jin Li giggled with delight.  "What's my score now, slave?"

   Jack panted to get the words out even harder than he had before.  "Three
-- hundred -- ten?"

   "I'll accept that answer.  But next time, you will address me properly,
slave.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes -- mistress."

   She tossed one more dart, striking him in the stomach.

   "What's my score now?" she asked.

   "Three -- hundred -- twenty -- mistress."

   "Wonderful!"

   She pulled the darts from Jack and removed five more from the steel
tank. She played six more rounds of five darts each before she reached one
thousand points.  A small puddle of blood had begun to collect under each
of Jack's feet, but not enough to be life-threatening.  Jack had nearly
passed out from the pain, and Jin Li was kind enough to place bandages over
the numerous puncture wounds on his body before going upstairs for lunch.

   Jack was alert, though quivering and shaking, when Jin Li returned to
the dungeon after her lunch.  She went into the lavatory, and he could hear
water dribbling for a minute, then she returned carrying a tall glass of
yellow liquid.

   She set the glass down on a table next to the cross and then she
unshackled his ankles, then his wrists, from the cross.  Then she removed
the fencing mask.

   "That was very good for your first time as human dart board, slave?  As
your reward, you may have a drink." She handed him the glass.

   He thirstily gulped down her hot rancid piss.

   "Thank you, mistress."

   "You're welcome, slave.  Now, come over here and lie down."

   He lay down on the floor in the middle of the room.  Then she lowered a
pair of ankle cuffs from a rope trough a pulley in the ceiling.  She locked
the cuffs to his ankles and then walked over to a winch mounted in the wall
and began cranking it.  Slowly, he was raised off the floor by his ankles.
She stopped lifting him when his head was about two feet above the floor.

   She then walked up to his head and jumped up on his head.

   He heard a _pop_ and felt a strange sharp pain come from his neck as she
sat on his chin while wrapping her thighs tightly around his neck.  Her ass
crack was dark and hairy and pressed heavily on his chin.

   Immediately, she started swinging on him, back and forth, back and
forth, higher and higher, she used his head as a swing.

   "Wheeee!" she shouted.  Her weight was magnified with every downward
motion, causing his neck pain to become more agonizing with every swing.

   She continued swinging on him for about ten or fifteen minutes before
jumping off.

   She went back upstairs while he continued to swing back and forth from
the remaining inertia.

   She let him hang there for the rest of the day.  In the evening, she
returned and lowered him back to the floor and chained him back to the wall
for the night.  Then she returned back upstairs.

   Jack was in agony.  The puncture wounds all over his body were painfully
sore.  He felt weak from the lack of blood.  And the slightest movement of
his neck sent lightning bolts down his spine.

   He looked around for a phone, but there was none in the room.  It was
then that he noticed another CB radio in the room.  He walked over to it,
and turned it on, but it didn't turn on.  There was a floor lamp plugged
into the same outlet, and when he tried it, it wouldn't light either. 
There was a wall switch that might power the outlet, but the chain wasn't
long enough to reach it.

   Then he noticed that the Autoclave was plugged into an extension cord.
He grabbed the extension cord and unplugged the Autoclave, then yanked it
from the wall.  He carried the cord over to the CB radio and plugged the
radio into the cord.  Lastly, he plugged the cord into an outlet further
down the wall.

   Success!  The radio hissed to life.

   He had no idea how to use a CB radio, but hopefully someone would be
listening.  He keyed the microphone and said, "Breaker!  Breaker!  Is
anyone listening?"

   There was no answer.

   "Please!  Breaker!  Do you have your 'ears' on anyone?"

   Again, no answer came from the radio.

   "If anyone can hear me, please help me!  I'm held captive in the
basement of this house by a crazy woman!  She's torturing me!  I don't know
where exactly, but somewhere north of New York City.  Please, someone, call
the cops and get me out of here!  Please!"

   Still, there was no answer.  He gave up and unplugged the radio.  He
plugged everything back the way it was and crawled over to his mat to
sleep.

   Jin Li woke him bright and early again the following morning.  "Good
morning, slave.  If you though we had fun yesterday, just wait to see what
I've planned for us today."

   Jack didn't answer, but merely sighed.

   She opened a chest against the back wall and brought forth a number of
odd looking implements, one of which was obviously a cattle prod.

   _Oh, God, no!  Please!_ he thought to himself.

   As she plugged the cattle prod into an outlet, Jack heard a strange
vibration.  Jin Li must have heard it too for she looked around with a
"Huh?"

   She set the prod down and started walking around the room, searching for
the source of the odd sound that had become steadily louder.

   Suddenly, a pointed object burst through the floor about in the center
of the room.  Jin Li ran screaming up the stairs as a giant drill bit
slowly emerged from the basement floor.  Jack screamed too, but being
chained to the wall, couldn't escape his certain demise at these fool
subway tunnel builders who had obviously made a wrong turn.

   The machine continued to climb through the floor as the point of the
drill pierced the ceiling.  Finally, though, the yellow body of the machine
stopped when its door was centered between the floor and the ceiling.

   The door opened and a man emerged wearing a blue uniform with a pastel
yellow sash with an odd emblem sewn on it.

   "Who are you?" Jack asked.

   "I'm Virgil.  You called for help.  This is the danger zone, right?"

   "Uhm, yes, I guess.  But, uh, what the hell is that?" Jack asked
pointing to the tunnel drilling machine.

   "Brains calls that 'The Mole'.  Now, we don't have much time." Virgil
walked over to Jack and cut through his chain with a torch.

   "Come with me, quickly," Virgil then said to Jack.

   Jack followed Virgil into his "mole" machine and belted in.

   Jack watched as Virgil piloted the tunnel drilling machine backward
through the tunnel it had created to reach his location.  After about five
minutes, the drilling machine returned above ground and stopped atop its
trolley.  While still in the drilling machine, Virgil backed the mole and
its trolley into a large green hangar.

   Virgil unbelted himself and said to Jack, "Please follow me."

   Jack followed Virgil out of the drilling machine and out of the hangar
to see the hangar situated directly underneath a huge green cargo plane
supported on four poles.  A moment later, the plane lowered itself onto the
hangar, causing the hangar itself to become the part of the plane's
fuselage.  Jack had never seen anything like this before in his life!

   It was then that Jack noticed a winged rocket parked on its side, also
supported by struts.

   Another man, similarly dressed but with a pastel blue sash instead of
yellow, walked over to Jack and Virgil and introduced himself.  "Hi there.
I'm Scott.  You must be the person needing rescue."

   "Uhm, yeah," Jack answered, realizing that he was still in considerable
pain from his multiple puncture wounds and aching neck.

   "Don't worry!  At fifteen thousand miles per hour, we'll get you to the
Torture Victims' Hospital in Copenhagen in about fifteen minutes.  Come
with me."

   Jack knew that Scott was grossly understating the travel time to keep
him calm, for he knew that the Concorde took at least three hours to cross
the Atlantic.  Still, Jack followed Scott aboard the rocket, and they
lifted off without delay.

   Jack was astonished when, about fifteen minutes later, he felt the
rocket touch down and Scott announced, "We're here."

   Jack was even weaker now, and Scott assisted him down the ladder from
the rocket onto the lawn.  A team of doctors was waiting there with a
stretcher outside the hospital.

   The doctors ushered Jack onto the stretcher and rushed him into the
hospital.  He was wheeled into an operating room and was immediately put
under anesthesia.

   Jack then woke in a bed in a room in the hospital with a heart monitor
wired to his chest and an IV bottle attached to his wrist.

   The doctor walked in and Jack tried to sit up when searing neck pain
forced him back down.

   "Stay laying down Jack," the doctor said.  "I'm Doctor Sorensen.  You're
at Rigshospitalets."

   "I know.  Will I be okay?  My neck and back hurts.  And I ache all
over."

   "You're very lucky that you are not paraplegic.  I am sorry to say that
you will live with neck and back pain for the rest of your life.  Still,
the pain will ease with time.  You have many injuries to your internal
organs and you will need more surgery.  First we have to remove the
infection in your abdomen from the puncture wounds in your intestines.  For
now, just relax.  Would you like to watch television?"

   "Yeah, sure," Jack answered.

   The doctor handed him the remote control and said, "A specialist will be
in to see you later."

   Jack turned on the TV, but all the programs were in Swedish, so he then
turned it off and tried to sleep.

   An orderly brought in a tray of food a little later, but Jack wasn't
hungry.  He tried to eat a little, but pushed it aside and dozed off to
sleep.

   When he woke the following morning, there was a fresh tray of breakfast.
He ate a little better this time, but still didn't finish.  He just gazed
out the window down to the street below.

   Several days went by.  During that time, nurses routinely came to take
his temperature and administer medications.  Over the first few days, Jack
screamed in terror and pulled away whenever a female nurse tried to touch
to him, and the hospital subsequently sent only male nurses to tend to him.
Doctor Sorensen also stopped in every couple of days.

   About a week later, during the afternoon, a different doctor walked into
his room.

   "Hello.  I am Doctor Olsson."

   "What happened to Doctor Sorensen?"

   "Doctor Sorensen is still your doctor.  I came to ask you a few
questions."

   "Sure.  You're a psychologist, right?"

   "I'm a psychiatrist specializing in the treatment of torture induced
trauma."

   "I see.  Well, shoot, Doctor."

   "I understand that you were tortured sexually by a female.  Am I right?"

   "Yes."

   The doctor proceeded to ask Jack a litany of questions about his
feelings toward women and sex.

   Jack was cooperative, but it came through clearly that Jack wanted
nothing more to do with women and sex.

   The psychiatrist said, "You are a special case, Jack.  We have a special
program for victims such as yourself.  A rehabilitation partner will be
assigned to you.  She will probably come in to see you tomorrow."

   "I guess," Jack answered ambivalently.

   As promised, the following evening, a Chinese woman entered Jack's
hospital room carrying a small satchel.  She set the satchel down by the
door and said, "Hi, Jack!  I'm Ping!  I'm your rehabilitation partner."

   "No!" jack shouted, grabbed the TV remote control, and threw it at her.
"Get away from me!"

   She dodged the projectile and rushed to Jack's side.  "My poor dear. 
You must despise women after your ordeal.  My job is to fix that."

   "If you're a 'shrink,' I'd rather talk to Doctor Olsson.  I don't need
you.  Go away!"

   "I'm not a 'shrink,' Jack.  I'm your partner.  Doctor Olsson will still
come in to see every few days."

   At that moment, an orderly wheeled in a cart carrying two trays of food.
Ping placed a bed tray over Jack's lap and placed the two food trays on the
bed tray."

   "I'm getting two meals?"

   "No, silly.  One is yours and one is mine."

   "You're eating with me?  Why?  Don't you have other patients?"

   "No.  Partners work one-on-one with victims."

   "Well, I don't want you!" Jack screamed and threw dish of apple sauce at
her.

   Ping stood and said, "Jack, I'm so sorry you were hurt so bad.  I'll see
you again tomorrow." She wiped some apple sauce from her cheek, smiled, and
exited the room, leaving her satchel where she left it.

   Jack finished eating his food in solitude.  After a few hours, he
finally fell asleep.

   Jack woke the next morning as Ping wheeled in breakfast for two.

   "Good morning, Jack.  I hope you're feeling better today."

   "I was until you walked in," Jack muttered.

   Again, she placed the tray on the bed and set the two food trays on the
bed tray.  She spooned a bowl of rice and leaned over to place the spoon in
his mouth.

   "Hey!  What the hell are you doing?"

   "I'm going to feed you, Jack.  Come on, it'll be romantic."

   "Romantic!  Romantic?  What the hell are you, anyway?"

   "I'm your rehabilitation partner, Jack."

   "What?  Like a sex surrogate or something?"

   "Yes."

   "So, does every torture victim get a free prostitute here?"

   "I'm not a prostitute, Jack.  I'm a trained and licensed psychologist.
Victims are given the treatment in accord with their needs.  You need me."

   "So you're with me until my treatment is over?  Then you're assigned to
the next victim?  Then the next?"

   "That's how it's supposed to work," she answered.

   "I see," Jack said.  "Well, I don't want a 'partner,' and I especially
don't want you!"

   "Oh, Jack.  Please give me a chance.  I want to help you."

   "Just go away!"

   Ping walked around the bed, pulled down the covers and sit next to him,
gently putting her hand on his chest.

   Jack grabbed her wrist and pushed her away, then shoved her off the bed.


   She landed on the floor with an "Ow!" then walked out of the room, this
time taking her satchel with her.

   The day passed uneventfully.  That evening brought a new visitor to
Jack's room.  Just after the orderly brought Jack's dinner, along with an
extra meal, a different woman entered the room, also with a satchel.

   "Hello, Jack," said the tall shapely blue-eyed blonde, "I'm Denise, your
new rehabilitation partner.  Now, I want to help you, but I won't put up
with any shit."

   Denise sat next to Jack's bed and started eating her meal.  Jack sighed
and ate his meal, ignoring Denise.  _At least she isn't trying to feed me
like a baby._

   Jack finished his meal and rolled over, facing away from Denise.  He
pondered silently, _Yeah, she's gorgeous!  And man, what knockers -- I
could hardly tell that Chinese bitch had any at all.  But I just can't be
bothered.  Maybe she'll just go away if I ignore her._

   "Jack!  Don't ignore me!" she ordered.

   "What?" he asked as he rolled back onto his back.

   She removed the bed tray and set it on the table.  Then she walked over
to the door and closed and locked it before walking back to the bed.  She
then climbed into bed, on top of the blankets, on top of Jack, straddling
him.  She lay down on top of him, her belly on his, her legs outside his,
and her shoulders propped up on her arms with her elbows pressing down on
Jack's chest.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "We're going to talk.  I want you to tell me about yourself."

   "What do you want to know?"

   "Who are you?  I mean, where did you grow up?  What do you like to do?
What were your past girlfriends like?  That sort of thing."

   "Why should I tell you?  Why should you care, anyway?"

   "Because," she answered, "like it or not, I'm your girlfriend while
you're here."

   "You're not my girlfriend."

   "Oh, yeah?  We'll just see about that!"

   She climbed off Jack and fetched her satchel.  She disappeared with it
into the private bathroom for several minutes before emerging wearing a
skimpy nightgown

   "Oh, please!" Jack said sarcastically.

   She walked around the bed and got in under the covers and snuggled up to
Jack.

   Jack was livid.  "I don't want you in bed with me, bitch!" He jumped out
of bed causing some of his chest electrodes to fall off and getting tangled
in his IV tube.  "Damn!"

   "Jack, calm down!  I told you I'm not putting up with any shit.  Now get
back in bed!"

   "No fucking way am I getting in bed with you, you whore!"

   "Get back in that bed, you jerk ass!  Now!"

   "Fuck you!"

   "Yeah, that's _exactly_ what you need to do to bring closure to your
trauma!"

   "What?"

   "To fuck me!"

   "No fucking way am I fucking you!"

   Their screaming match was broken at that moment by a knock on the door.

   "Shit!" Jack added.

   A voice from outside called in, "The monitor alarm just went off. 
Please unlock the door, or we're coming in with the key."

   Denise walked over to the door.  As soon as she opened it, Doctor
Sorensen rushed in followed by a nurse and a couple of orderlies.

   "Jack," the doctor said, "lie down on the bed.  Please!  Your life is in
danger."

   Jack went back into the bed and the nurse reconnected the heart monitor
leads to his chest while the doctor injected his IV lead with a syringe. 
The orderlies just stood and watched with their arms folded across their
chests.

   "Are you okay, Denise?" the doctor asked her.

   "Yes, Doctor.  I'm fine.  His reaction to me was normal for someone with
his torture profile."

   They all left then, including Denise.  About an hour later, Denise
returned, fully dressed again, with Ping behind her.

   "Oh Crap!" Jack sputtered, "Now the two of you!"

   "Jack," Denise asked, "Between the two of us, who do you find more
desirable?"

   "I -- I don't know."

   "It's an easy question, Jack.  Choose one or the other."

   "Crap!  You're a fucking bitch, Denise.  You know that!  So I'd take
Ping over you, I suppose."

   "Fine!" Denise said with a huff.  She snatched her satchel and left the
room.

   Ping, who had also brought a satchel, set it down and closed and locked
the door.

   "You might as well leave too!" Jack told her angrily.

   "No, Jack.  This time, you chose me.  I'm not leaving you again."

   "Fu..." Jack caught himself before finishing it, lest Ping turn his
curse to her favor as Denise had done.

   Jack watched as Ping undressed before his eyes, folding her clothes and
placing them in her satchel.  Then she walked over, nude, and got in bed
with him as Denise had done an hour earlier.

   "Fine, sleep here if you want," Jack told her, "but I'm not screwing
you."

   "You don't have to screw me, Jack.  It will take time for you to build
up enough trust in me."

   Jack rolled over away from Ping and closed his eyes.  He fell asleep
soon after.

   The next morning, Jack awoke to find Ping spooning him from behind with
her arm draped around his waist.  It felt good.

   He rolled over to face Ping causing her to awaken.  "Good morning," she
said with a smile.

   "Yeah, good morning.  Why are you doing this?  Sleeping with a guy you
don't know."

   She reached out and touched his lips with the tips of her fingers.  "Let
me tell you what happened to me a long time ago.  I -- I was raped and
tortured because I spoke out against the Central Government of China.  Some
friends helped me escape through Hong Kong before it was turned over to
China and they brought me here to Rigshospitalets."

   "So you had a male, er, partner assigned to you who slept with you and
everything, huh?"

   "No, I wasn't tortured sexually like you were.  But it took them a long
time before I could function normally again.  That's when I joined Amnesty
International to work against torture and to help victims."

   "So you fuck torture victims as part of your job, huh?  How many
different guys have you slept with so far?"

   "Jack, it took a long time to work up to this assignment.  You will be
the second man I will have relations with."

   "Oh, just like that, huh?  I _will_ have sex with you?"

   "Yes, Jack.  You will."

   "So I'll be your second, er, patient?  You've had sex before with a
different, uh, victim, huh?"

   "No, the rape was my first," she said as a tiny tear formed at the
corner of her eye.

   "Oh, Jeez!  I'm sorry, Ping." Jack reached out and put his arm around
Ping.  She returned the embrace.

   "So how did you, like, got to be a, well, sex partner for sexual torture
victims?"

   "I started out as an assistant here at Rigshospitalets when they had
just started treating torture victims.  I earned my Ph.D.  in psychology
and specialized in the treatment of torture victims.  Victims of sexual
torture, both men and women, were especially hard.  When they had the idea
to assign sex surrogates to sexual victims, I thought that I would like to
participate and help someone in this special way."

   "But you never got married or anything since then?"

   "I've met a few nice men here at the hospital, and had a couple of
boyfriends.  But when they wanted to become intimate, I just couldn't. 
Each of us who have chosen to do this have different reasons, but for me, I
learned that I can only be intimate with someone who had also been sexually
tortured."

   "And you were just _assigned_ to me, like that, to be my lover?"

   "I saw you being wheeled in, and Doctor Olsson gave me your case sheet
to read.  I could have refused to help you, but there are few of us.  When
you came in, there was only me and Denise available.  You needed one of us,
and Doctor Olsson thought I would be the better partner for you."

   At that moment, a knock came from the door.

   "Yes?" Ping asked.

   "Breakfast!" an orderly replied.

   "Come in," Ping answered.

   The orderly unlocked the door and wheeled in their breakfast and left.

   Ping and Jack ate together in peace for the first time, occasionally
feeding each other.

   "So Jack.  You know my story.  Now tell me yours?"

   "I don't really have much to tell."

   "What about previous girlfriends?" she asked.  "What were they like?"

   "Well, my first girlfriend was really bossy and full of anger and rage
at the world.  She told me how all her previous relationships had ended bad
-- her boyfriends all left her after, like, a year or two.  We had just
started living together.  She was always getting really furious at me for
silly little things.  Then one Friday night the weather was really bad and
I was late getting home from work.  It was about nine thirty at night that
I got home, but she wasn't home yet either.  So I took a shower and was
going to go straight to bed because I was exhausted from the drive home in
the storm and we had also been invited to a friend's wedding real early
Saturday morning.  She got home just after I got out of the shower and
asked me why I was in my bathrobe.  I told her that I was about to go to
bed, and she lit into me like I had committed bloody murder!  'Do you have
to go right to bed?  Can't I have a half-hour of your time when I get home?
Man, you are so abusive to me!' she went on and on.  She could have just
asked me to stay up a little instead of ripping into me."

   "What a bitch!" Ping said as she touched his shoulder.

   "Yeah, why do some people schedule their weddings and stuff so early in
the morning?  That is such a thoughtless and inconsiderate thing to do to
your friends!" Jack said angrily.

   "Not only that," Jack continues, "but she always got up at the crack of
dawn on weekends leaving me alone and horny by myself in bed.  When I get
up later, she then got back in bed and took a nap with her dog.  Vicious
little thing too; bit me every chance it could; and she lit into me
whenever I dared criticize her 'baby'."

   "I understand, Jack."

   "Anyway, that wasn't the end of it that night.  I stayed up with her,
and you know what she did?"

   "What did she do?"

   "She started watching some soap opera that she taped earlier that day. I
started to talk to her.  I asked her how her day was."

   "How sweet!  Did that patch things up?"

   "No way!  She lit in to me for talking over her show!  Like it was a big
inconvenience for her to hit _rewind_ for two seconds."

   "Oh, Jack!"

   "Yeah, well, that's when I realized that I was the victim in an abusive
relationship, but I thought if I hung in, maybe things would get better."

   "Abusive relationships never get better, Jack, so I already know where
your story is going."

   "Yeah, the following day, I drove us to the wedding.  They were holding
both the ceremony and the reception at the hotel.  It was still pouring
rain, and so I let her out under the canopy in front of the hotel lobby and
then parked the car.  But do you think she waited for me in the lobby?  Of
course not!  We were already late, so she went in without me; we were
always late going places because she always had to walk that damn spoiled
dog of hers, and she never planned enough time to get ready and leave. 
Anyway, I had no idea which banquet room the service was being held in, and
I didn't want to peek in each one, so I waited in the lobby.  After about a
half hour, I got back in my car and drove back to her place.  I packed up
my clothes and stuff and left while she was still at the wedding."

   "Awww, Jack.  But most women _aren't_ like that."

   "Maybe, I never had much opportunity to find out.  I was never very
popular with women."

   "You never had much sex, then?"

   "No, and even the sex I got was boring!"

   "Really?  How can sex be boring?"

   "Well, I've always fantasized about kinky sex."

   "Really?" she asked, "But you Americans don't know what kinky sex is!"

   "No?"

   "No!  You Americans think giving head, or queening, or positions other
than the missionary position, are kinky sex."

   "Not me!  My fantasies are much nastier than giving head or
face-sitting! That's why I thought I'd try the BDSM scene.  But that just
was going from one extreme to the other."

   "How so?"

   "Well, that girlfriend I just told you about."

   "Yes?"

   "The first few times we, you know, did it, she went down on me.  It was
great!  She told me how she was always horny and loved sex.  I thought I
was finally in heaven.  She even swallowed!  However, after a couple of
weeks into the relationship, she turned out to be a sack of potatoes in
bed. She no longer gave me head.  She said she had problems with her teeth,
and it hurt to blow me.  She also said that she had back problems, and she
couldn't be more active in bed because of her back pain.  I tried to be
sympathetic, but I grew tired of the same old excuses that I had heard over
and over before.  If she was halfway decent in bed, I might have overlooked
her anger problem.  But what's the point to live with an abusive women who
isn't even good in bed?  Now I know why all her boyfriends left her.  I
guess that makes me seem like a jerk, huh, Ping?"

   "No way, Jack!  I've never given head, but when you're ready, I'm
looking forward to trying it," she said with a sly grin.

   A moment later, someone knocked on the door.  Ping said, "Come in," and
Doctor Sorensen entered.

   "Good morning, Jack and Ping," he said.  "How are you feeling today,
Jack?" he asked.

   "I'm feeling better today."

   "That's good.  How does your neck feel?"

   "It's a little sore, but not too bad."

   "Good.  Just let me take a look at you, please?"

   The doctor took his temperature and listened to his chest with his
stethoscope.  After poking and prodding him a few times, he declared, "The
infection is gone.  I think the two of you can be moved to a residential
unit."

   "Where?  Here in the hospital?" Jack asked.

   The doctor pointed out the window.  "See that building across the lawn?
That's the Patient Hotel.  That's where you and Ping will be moving to,
tomorrow probably."

   "Sure," Jack answered.

   The doctor left and closed the door.

   "So Jack, tell me more!" Ping urged.

   "Well after that, I decided to try the BDSM scene.  I went to this kinky
club in New York, and entered a beer drinking contest.  At least I thought
it was a beer drinking contest.  It was actually an 'a woman sits on my
face and drinks beer while she pees in my mouth and I pee into a pitcher'
contest.  I had kind of fantasized about stuff like that, but I never knew
it really happened.  After we won second prize, it didn't seem so strange,
and I agreed to go home with her for the weekend to do kinky stuff."

   "Really?  What happened?"

   "Well, I was her toilet slave.  You know what that means?"

   "Actually, yes!  I know what that means," she answered with a giggle.

   "But what I really wanted was to buy a slave in their slave auction. 
But not a real slave -- a BDSM slave that's yours for just the weekend. 
Like, you both agree to it and agree what the slave's limits are and
everything."

   "Yes, I understand."

   "But there was no way I could afford to buy a slave.  The only way to
get enough 'slave points' was to sell myself a few times first.  So that's
what I did, and, well, you know what happened."

   "Yes, I know what happened, the woman who 'bought' you turned out to be
a kook."

   "Yeah!  And here I am with a broken neck and all kinds of internal
injuries and infections."

   "The injuries and infections will heal, Jack.  The rest -- that's what
I'm here for."

   "Ping, my neck is killing me right now.  Can we just lie still for a
while?"

   "Sure, Jack."

   They lied in bed for the rest of the day.

   The following morning, Doctor Sorensen called their room on the phone
and told them to be ready to move.  Ping dressed herself and helped Jack
dress in street clothes provided by the hospital.  Later, Doctor's Olsson
and Sorensen came in together with a couple of orderlies.  They
disconnected Jack's IV and heart monitor.  Jack was placed in a wheelchair
and the orderlies started wheeling him out of the room.

   "I'll push him!" Ping insisted.

   Ping wheeled Jack down the corridor, down the elevator, through an
underground tunnel, to the Patient Hotel.  Then they rode an elevator up
and out into another hallway and into a small suite.

   The orderlies set down Ping's satchel and one other satchel.

   Ping helped Jack out of the wheelchair and over to a sofa, then the
orderlies left.

   Jack looked up at Ping.

   Ping looked back at Jack and asked, "How about some breakfast?"

   "Sure," Jack answered.

   After some time, Ping served waffles, ham, and orange juice, which they
ate sitting together on the sofa.

   "Now what?" Jack asked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "What happens now?" Jack asked again.

   "What do you want to happen now?"

   "I really don't know," Jack answered.

   Ping snuggled next to Jack and put her arm around his shoulder.

   "You like me now, don't you Jack?"

   "Yeah, you're sweet."

   Ping stood and sat on Jack's lap.  Being that she was much smaller than
he was, they were sitting face-to-face.

   Jack leaned forward and kissed Ping, and soon their tongues were
wrestling each others'.  Jack's lust finally got the better of him and he
picked up Ping and carried her into the bedroom.  Panting heavily, Jack
dropped Ping on the bed and mounted her.

   "Jack, be careful.  Don't hurt me, please!"

   "I'm sorry Ping.  I don't know what got into me."

   Jack lifted up and started to crawl off Ping's body.

   "On no!  You're not going anywhere!" She grabbed him and pulled him back
down onto her, resuming their previous kiss.

   After a few moments, Ping said, "Roll over."

   Jack obliged as Ping rolled on top of him.  She leaned up and removed
her top, and then her brassiere.  Then she crawled higher and lowered her
breast to Jack's mouth.

   "Suck my nipple," she commanded.

   Jack didn't have much choice since Ping was on top of him pressing her
nipple against his mouth with the weight of her upper torso.

   After a while, Ping lifted up and switched to the other nipple.

   Then she sat up and crawled down his body.  She unbuttoned his trousers
and pulled them down to his knees, then leaned down and kissed the head of
his cock.

   "Ping?" Jack asked.

   Ping looked up and met Jack's gaze for a split second before sliding her
lips over the head of his hard member.

   "Oh man!  That feels so good!" Jack moaned.

   She slowly slid her mouth up and down the head, taking it in slightly
deeper with each stroke.  Suddenly, Jack could no longer restrain himself
and shot his wad into her mouth.

   Ping immediately started gagging and coughing and let some out, but she
continued sucking on it as he continued to fill her mouth.

   Finally expended, Ping leaned up and swallowed, revealing a wide grin.

   "Well?" Jack asked.

   "Wow!  So that's what it tastes like," Ping answered.

   "Please say you liked it."

   "Oh I loved it, Jack!  Can I do it again?"

   "Really?  You want to do it again?"

   "Yes!"

   "I don't know if I can come again so soon, but you're welcome to try."

   Once again, Ping placed her mouth around Jack's cock.  Like before, she
slowly slid her mouth up and down the head, taking it in slightly deeper
with each stroke.  This time, she continued until she engulfed his whole
member with her mouth, at which time Jack felt the urge once again and shot
his wad down her throat.

   Ping immediately started gagging and coughing, yet she remained
motionless with Jack's cock as deep into in her mouth as she could get it
while he continued to pump it out.

   Sated once again, Ping leaned up, swallowed, coughed, and smiled,
saying, "I'm sorry, Jack.  I'll do better next time.  I promise!"

   Jack smiled back at her, saying, "Wow!  Ping!  For someone who never did
that, you're really good at it!  I don't know how you can get any better!"

   "Really?  You think I'm good?"

   "Well, if you do that for me at least every once in a while, you'll have
one contented guy here!"

   "Oh, I'll do that every time if you want, Jack.  Every time!  That's a
promise!"

   "Wow!  Really?"

   "Sure."

   "But would you do the same for me now?"

   "What, you want me to suck your cock, Ping?"

   "No, silly.  My pussy!"

   "I'd love nothing better than to suck your pussy, Ping!"

   With a big grin, Ping stood and dropped her jeans and pulled down her
panties.  Then she crawled up the bed and placed his head between her
thighs.  She then slowly lowered her ass onto his face, positioning her
pussy directly over his mouth.  Pressing down ever so slightly, she said,
"Suck my pussy, Jack.  Make me come!"

   Jack immediately started working her pussy with his tongue.  He licked
up the center, past the hole and over her clit, then back down.  Then he
licked the perimeter of her pussy up and around above her clit and back
down the other side.  Then up and down the center again."

   "Oh, Jack!" Ping squealed.  "You're such a tease!"

   Jack continued this pattern over and over again, and it didn't take Ping
long to come.  After just a few rounds, Ping started quaking and bouncing
on Jack's face.  The sexual endorphins completely masked Jack's neck pain.
He continued the pattern even as Ping shook and moaned in delight.  At
last, Ping could no longer hold herself up and sat on Jacks face with her
full weight.  She sat there for a moment panting and then jumped off.

   "Oh Jack!  I'm so sorry!  I just lost all control when I started to
come."

   "Ping, you didn't hurt me!  That felt so good!"

   "Really?  You liked that?"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "Eating my pussy wasn't dirty or anything for you?"

   "On no!  I love to eat pussy!"

   "As much as I love to suck your cock?"

   "Probably!"

   "Then, Jack, we should stay together forever!"

   "Yeah, but Ping?"

   "Yes, love?"

   "Maybe now's not the right time to say this, but eventually, you know,
my treatment will be over and I'll be sent home, right?"

   "Of course?"

   "And you'll be assigned to another, uhm, victim?  Oh, Ping..." Jack
started to cry.

   Ping crawled back down on top of Jack and faced him.

   "Love," she said, "if you want me, and I want you, we can certainly stay
together."

   "Really?  Are you sure?"

   "Yes.  This isn't something we do over and over again.  Most of us who
volunteer to be partners do it only once.  Others might do it twice.  More
than that is really unusual."

   "So what do you do next, after I'm 'cured'?"

   "That's up to us.  A patient and his partner almost always form a bond
that lasts a lifetime.  Many do stay together."

   "You mean that we can, uhm..."

   "Yes, I have my own home, you know.  You can move in with me."

   "And you won't have to, you know, do this with anyone else?"

   "No.  There are positions in the hospital for a psychologist, or I can
start my own practice.  We have options."

   "Oh, Ping, I want to stay with you.  I love you!"

   "As I love you, Jack!"

   * END *

   WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to enact any of the
tortures depicted in this story!  Doing so will render your sub a
quadriplegic at best, and kill your sub at worst!