Chapter 8 - Follow-up Interview
Jelena moaned ecstatically as the naughty nurse slipped knowing fingers
inside Jelena's pyjama pants and massaged her throbbing, stiff clit skilfully.
Jelena obligingly parted her thighs and humped her wet slit shamelessly against
the nurse's hand. When she had cum a satisfactory number of times, she sighed,
looked up at the nurse and batted her long eyelashes coyly.
"Is this part of my therapy?"
"Absolutely! Every female patient has to cum a thousand times under my
personal supervision before I can be sure that she has recovered completely."
Jelena giggled.
"Under your personal supervision?"
The naughty nurse gave her a dirty smirk.
"Yes, I have to be certain that she's not faking it. A woman always
knows!"
They had a good gigglesnort over that. The naughty nurse shuddered
delicately.
"The Mossad! They are animals!"
Jelena nodded solemnly.
"You can say that again, sister! Being in their hands gives you a really
scary look into the male psyche. It's turned me off men completely."
The nurse gave Jelena's tits a friendly massage.
"Women are much better, although men have their uses, mainly financial."
"Amen, sister!"
The phone rang and the nurse answered it. She listened briefly and hung
up. The nurse smiled happily.
"You have a visitor, Jelena. They just phoned up that he's on his way!"
Jelena was relieved.
"My brother has come at last?"
Jelena had spent a few weeks in hospital recovering from her ordeal. The
staff was wonderful. The nurse had been very warmly supportive indeed as she
drew the curtains around Jelena's bed for additional privacy during their
intimate little sessions. It was a single room, but every bit helps when you're
being naughty.
Jelena felt warm and secure in the hospital, surrounded by helpful,
deeply sympathetic staff, dressed in her navy blue silk pyjamas with oversize
white buttons. Of course, having a nurse's fingers and tongue stroking her to
ecstacy regularly was a big plus. Jelena looked up wistfully.
"I guess you go off shift now."
The nurse winked at her cheerfully.
"Proof positive that there is some rest for the wicked!"
"I bet that you don't rest at all. You probably have a girlfriend in
every closet."
"It's when they come out of the closet that I worry!"
They laughed together.
"You certainly work long hours, but then, your work is so rewarding!"
They had another rude little gigglesnort. Jelena was curious.
"Did this visitor leave a name?"
"No, but he apparently told the receptionist that he knew you well! A
lover, perhaps?"
The naughty nurse pouted playfully.
"A pretty girl like you must have so many lovers! I'll leave you alone
and you can tell me all about it afterwards..."
She winked merrily.
"... or not!"
Jelena laughed a little too long. She found herself laughing at
everything these days. The relief at not being tortured mercilessly for
information she didn't have was tremendous.
A few moments later, the curtains parted and cruel-eyed Captain Zukerman
stepped up to her bed, accompanied by his hard-faced help. Instantly, Jelena was
catapulted deep into the fear locker. Feeling like her heart had been drop
kicked, she wet herself. As the dark urine stain spread around the crotch of her
pyjama pants, they drew the curtains behind them, intending to be very naughty
indeed.
Captain Zukerman seated himself. He eyed Jelena sternly.
"It would be best if you unbuttoned your top and showed us your tits."
Jelena's trembling fingers hurriedly undid the big round white buttons.
She obligingly spread her top wide, sitting up straight in the bed and flashing
her big boobs to an interested audience.
After everyone had a good look, Captain Zukerman instructed her quietly.
"It would be a good idea to remove those soggy pyjama bottoms as well."
Jelena squirmed out of them. Captain Zukerman leaned forward and rested
his palm on her trembling naked thigh, his fingers absently playing with a curly
wisp of blond pubic hair.
"There is some concern that you may complain and cause problems for us."
Jelena looked at him askance, her eyes as blue as a newborn babe's - a
deeply troubled newborn babe that wanted to crawl right back into the safety of
the womb.
"I would never do such a thing!"
Jelena's tits jiggled suddenly as he gave her bare thigh a sharp warning
squeeze.
"The Mossad has a very long reach, Jelena. If you cause us any trouble,
there will be painful consequences."
Jelena tried to put as much sincerity into her voice as she could
command.
"Believe me! I understand completely. You won't have any trouble because
of me."
Captain Zukerman smiled - a chilling sight.
"Good! Then you will be prepared to show us the most complete,
eager-to-please co-operation?"
Jelena nodded energetically. Her bare boobs nodded along
sympathetically. She said the magic words that are dear to every pervert's
heart.
"I'll do anything you want!"
"You could start by laying back on the bed, spreading your legs and
showing these gentlemen a good time. They have all served me well and you're
their reward for a job well done. It would be an act of courtesy if your back
covered the wet spot."
As the first of his hard-faced helpers, with a warty face that only a
mother frog could love, lowered himself on top of her, Captain Zukerman had
another friendly little bit of advice.
"Of course, I don't have to remind you of how very important it is that
each man is made to feel welcome."
Experiencing a bad case of performance anxiety, Jelena smiled adoringly
into her rapist's warty face and looked totally enchanted as he rammed his
thick, unlubricated gristle home. He drooled gently onto her pretty face as he
humped her hard. Jelena moistened his hairy ear hole with her wet pink tongue
and whispered lewd encouragement.
She was surprised at how strongly she felt his orgasm. Wartface had a
real fire hose and a lot of oyster juice stored up to squirt out of it. Thinking
it over briefly, it didn't seem likely that he got laid too often so he'd
probably been saving all of his sperm up just for her. He came so powerfully
that she could almost taste his peckersnot. With this queasy thought in mind,
she thanked him prettily and rolled over to accommodate his heavily scarred
successor, a backdoor enthusiast.
Scarface had a really thick sausage. Even heavily greased, Jelena had to
work hard to accommodate him. Red-faced and panting, she smiled radiantly and
arched her back obligingly. Her asshole burned as his erect member pounded in
and out like a jackhammer. She tried not to think about AIDS and the dangers of
unprotected sex. It seemed to her that these guys probably didn't have sex often
enough to carry much in the way of disease. On the other hand, they couldn't be
picky or they wouldn't get laid at all. She tried to shut out thoughts of the
diseased, raddled whores that were probably their usual sex partners. Her skin
crawled as he slobbered down the back of her neck while he unloaded a thick,
heavy load of scummy bull gravy deep in her bowels.
The third charmer, whose face had been badly burned, wanted to put his
prick between her tits and come in her face. Jelena obligingly rolled onto her
back, put a hand on either tit and squeezed them around his thick dick as it lay
in the valley between her breasts. She spent the next few moments staring in
delight at his gnarled, heavily veined pile driver, licking his knob with her
darting tongue whenever it pumped into range. Everyone watched carefully while
lovely Jelena put in another Academy-Award-winning performance, proving to be
quite an adept actress. In the fullness of time, he spurted a thick, sticky load
of dark-yellow, foul-smelling penile scum into her face.
As his penis spew dripped down her lovely face and he wiped his dripping
member off in her hair, Jelena smiled prettily and thanked Burnface for a truly
unique experience, taking great care to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
His grinning assistants zipped up and left, leaving Captain Zukerman to
enjoy some quality time alone with his bitch. He considerately handed Jelena a
towel to wipe herself clean.
"Time to get me some skull."
He unzipped and fed her his dick for a quick knob job. Jelena's head and
boobs bobbed as she hoovered him with all of the considerable skill that a
stewardess and former cheerleader could bring to the task. She sucked on his
bare, circumcised knob and licked the underside of his penis to bring him
throbbingly erect, while she pumped him with skilful fingers encircling the base
of his dick. His hairy balls slapped her chin repeatedly when she proceeded to
deep-throat him. As he bathed her tonsils in sperm, which she gulped down like a
pro, he grunted in satisfaction and patted her condescendingly on the head.
"That's very good, Jelena. A nice set of performances under admittedly
trying conditions. It just shows what an actress can do once she finds her
motivation."
He cupped her lovely face and looked into her big blue eyes, while he
gave her his somewhat biased view of the female sex.
"All you pretty girls are phoney little actresses, trying to seduce men
into granting them all sorts of favours and unfair privileges, playing them for
fools. You did well, Jelena."
Jelena wondered briefly what his history with women had been. She and
probably others seemed to be paying the price for some snotty bitches' burning
putdowns. Captain Zukerman stared thoughtfully into space as he zipped up.
"People keep telling me that sex without love is a superficial
experience."
He grinned and slapped Jelena cheerfully on the rump.
"But, as superficial experiences go, that was certainly one of the best!"
He left without another word.
