Angela Blade Chronicles Chapter 2 Switzerland
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DR. CARTER AND ANGELA
By Joanna Michelle
Angela pushed a shopping cart across the aisle of the
grocery store. Her high heels clicking against the floor.
Save for her shoes, she was dressed simply, as any
conservative farm girl might be. A leaf green blouse and
soft yellow skirt made up her outerwear. The skirt drooped
over her knees, not quiet hiding her shapely legs. She
stopped in front of the magazine rack and looked at the
cover of Cosmopolitan Magazine. The girl on the cover
smiled at Angela from inside a slinky evening gown, her
enormous breast pointed at Angela. Angela did not smile
back.
An enormous Black youth saddled up to the magazine rack.
"Hello, Andrew," the Youth said in a whisper in Angela's
ear.
Angela did not take her eyes off the Cosmopolitan cover
girl, but she leaned backwards into the huge Youth.
"Hello, Malcolm," she said, rubbing her compact body
against him.
Angela felt Malcolm's towering erection climb up the small
of her back.
"Oh, I want you so much," Malcolm said in a throaty
whisper.
"Me too," Angela said even more softly.
Malcolm's arms twitched at his sides, not daring to reach
up and hold Angela. He kissed her lightly on the top of her
blond head. He inhaled and smelt the sweet fragrance of her
hair.
The sound of heavy boots on the tile floor.
"Go," Angela packed a command and a whimper into that one
word.
Malcolm stepped back and disappeared around the aisle.
Charlie Piston paid no attention to him. Her eyes were
focused on Angela. She snapped her fingers.
"Come, don't waste your time there,"
"Yes, Ma'am," Angela said.
Angela pushed the shopping cart behind her Mistress at a
space of about three paces. Charlie greeted and talked with
some other farmers, while Angela stood in the checkout
line.
A few minutes later they were both in the old pickup truck,
Charlie used for her everyday chores.
"I'm going to the North Forty," Charlie said.
"Yes, Ma'am," Angela replied.
"Listen, you slut," Charlie said. "I'm 'Ma'am' in public.
But, I'm 'Master,' when we are alone. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," Angela said.
"I'm taking you for a checkup, to a friend of mind,"
Charlie said. "She is a wonderful doctor. She wants a look
at you. She's fond of biological freaks, like you. You will
obey her and you won't do any of the pouting you love to
do."
"Yes, Master."
Thirty minutes later, Charlie rolled her old truck into the
parking lot of Dr. Laura Carter's small clinic. Angela
followed her Master into the back of the clinic, which was
a converted ranch style home. Charlie pointed at an
uncomfortable looking stool in the corner of the room.
"Sit," she said.
Angela gracefully crossed the room and perched on the
stool.
"Stay," Charlie commanded.
A nurse stormed into the room.
"You can't come in this way..." she started to say, then
she recognized Charlie.
"Oh! It's you Ms Piston. Sorry. Make yourself at home."
"Tell Laura that Charlie is here," she said.
The nurse instantly disappeared out the door she came from.
A moment later, Dr. Carter appeared.
She was a short, compact woman, somewhere in her forties,
but still full of the pluck of youth. She was in her
clinical whites, with a stethoscope drooped around her
neck.
Charlie and Dr. Carter embraced, almost as mismatched in
size as Angela and Malcolm. They held each other tightly,
the Doctor nuzzling her head against Charlie's huge
breasts. After a moment the Doctor looked around Charlie's
huge frame and gazed at Angela.
"Is that the bitch?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's her," Charlie replied.
"Stay there, bitch," Dr. Laura Carter said to Angela,
"until you are called for."
"Yes Ma'am," Angela replied, giving a curtsy that was
ignored.
Charlie and the Doctor continued their embrace.
"You still smell as bad as an old boot," Dr. Carter said
playfully.
"And you still smell like antiseptic," Charlie replied,
good-naturedly.
"We'll have to smell bad together soon," Dr. Carter said,
kissing Charlie on the chin.
Dr. Carter gave Angela a questioning look.
"Will that bitch stay there?"
"Probably," Charlie replied, pulling out a cigar.
"Don't smoke those things in here," the Doctor scolded.
"Just, probably?"
"She obeys most of the time, but you have to keep your eyes
on her. Her mind seems to be on something besides her
duties. I haven't lit it yet."
"See that you don't. Stink up your own house. I've still
got work to do, what if she runs off."
Charlie grinned. She took a thin bicycle chain out of her
pocket and, with expert skill, looped it tightly around
Angela's right ankle and through the legs of the stool,
then locked it with a small padlock.
"If she goes anywhere, it'll be with that stool."
"Okay," the Doctor replied, "give me the key."
"Three keys," Charlie grinned.
"Three keys," Doctor Carter grinned back.
The Doctor took the keys and attached them to a gold
necklace she was wearing. Carefully posing in front of
Angela, she stuffed them between her breasts.
"I've got work to do, Sweet," Charlie said.
"Me too, you Fat Bum," Dr. Carter replied.
The two women embraced and Charlie left the clinic.
"Sit and stay, you bitch," Dr. Carter commanded Angela, who
was doing just that already.
"Yes Doctor, Ma'am."
"See that you do," Dr. Carter said walking out of the back
room.
Angela sat on the hard stool for what seemed like a
geologic era. There was no clock. There was no window.
There was nothing to mark the time. Nothing was in the room
but long shelves holding bottles of preservative, with
something floating inside behind ill-marked labels. Angela
studied the bottles with growing horror. At last she
realized that each bottle contained the testicles and penis
of a human male, foundering impotently in the jars. Angela
involuntarily put her hands on her crotch, as her eyes
widened.
"Admiring my collection?" the Doctor asked as she entered
the room with her nurse.
With a dramatic flourish, Doctor Carter pulled out the keys
on her necklace.
"Nurse Kathy," She commanded, handing the Nurse one of the
keys, "unlock this bitch."
Nurse Kathy grinned and quickly obeyed.
"Stand up, bitch," Dr. Carter commanded, when Angela was
unchained.
Angela instantly stood up.
"Strip naked," Dr. Carter barked.
Angela glanced with embarrassment from one woman to the
other.
"Do it bitch!" Dr. Carter snarled.
Nurse Kathy snickered.
Angela's finger reluctantly found the first button of her
blouse.
Nurse Kathy flipped the bicycle chain across Angela's fat
bottom. Angela gave a cry of surprise and pain.
"Do you think we have all day?" Dr. Carter demanded.
Nurse Kathy giggled.
Angela began rapidly unbuttoning her blouse, while the two
women stared at her. Angela took off her blouse and
carefully folded it on the stool.
"The bitch is well trained," Nurse Kathy commented.
Angela loosened the drawstring of her skirt and let it drop
over her high heels.
"The bra," Dr. Carter said.
Angela blushed. She reached behind her back and unfastened
the full figured bra she had been wearing. As it came off,
it exposed Angela's flat chest and large purple circles
round her nipples.
Nurse Kathy giggled. Dr. Carter snickered.
"Not much up front, has she?" the Nurse mocked.
"Stockings, bitch," Dr. Carter ordered.
Angela rolled the nylons off her shapely legs, one at a
time. But came to a halt at the sling back straps of her
heels.
"Problems?" Dr. Carter inquired, mockingly raising her
eyebrows and swinging the keys on her necklace before
Angela's face.
Dr. Carter handed Nurse Kathy the necklace, carefully
designating the proper key. Nurse Kathy took that key and
unlocked the tiny locks on Angela's heels. Angela kicked
off her high heels, with clear relief, and rolled her
nylons off her toes.
"Panties?" Nurse Kathy inquired.
Angela looked uncomfortable.
"Do it, bitch," Dr. Carter commanded.
Angela pulled her white cotton panties down and kicked them
off.
"Sit on the stool and open your legs," Dr. Carter said.
Angela obeyed.
"Nurse Kathy," the Doctor said, "have you seen this model
chastity belt?"
"No, indeed, Doctor," Nurse Kathy replied.
"It's a tube type. Very secure. The belt looks thin around
her waist, but its steel reinforced, almost impossible for
the slut to get it off. Turn around, bitch. See, Kathy,
these cables are attached to the tip of the bitch's
chastity tube. Draws her trapped clitty between her legs.
Preserves her panty lines."
Both women giggled.
"It's open at the end," the Doctor continued. "It allows
the bitch to perform her natural functions."
Nurse Kathy dropped a bedpan on the flood.
"We need a urine sample, slut. Squat and pee!"
The woman giggled again.
"Do it, bitch," Dr. Carter commanded.
Angela lowered her hips over the bedpan. She looked
plaintively up at the two women, looking for mercy and
finding none.
The bicycle chain came down on Angela's fat bottom with a
slap. Angela cried out.
"We don't have all day," Nurse Kathy said. "Do it."
Angela squatted over the bedpan. She adjusted her hips over
the bedpan. A trickle of urine spattered into the pan from
between Angela's legs.
"She pees just like a bitch," Nurse Kathy observed.
"It's the tube," Dr. Carter said with triumph. "She can't
aim it. So she has to squat."
"Nice," Nurse Kathy said approvingly.
"Poor baby, the tube is so tight it only comes out in a
trickle."
"Must be unpleasant," Nurse Kathy observed.
"No doubt," Dr. Carter said indifferently.
Nurse Kathy reached down and pinched Angela on the right
nipple.
"Nice tits," She said. "Small, but nice."
"Embarrassingly small, poor thing has to wear a padded
bra," Dr. Carter said, milking Angela's left nipple.
Angela's urine flow gradually was reduced to a trickle,
then, at last, a few drops.
"I think that's all the baby's got," Dr. Carter said.
"Stand up, bitch."
Angela stood up, the bedpan between her legs.
"Pick it up and follow us, slut," Dr. Carter commanded.
Angela picked up the bedpan and followed Dr. Carter through
the door.
"Put is on that table and bend over," Dr. Carter said,
after Angela had followed her into the examination room.
Angela bent over against the bed and Dr. Carter put on a
pair of rubber gloves.
"Open your fat ass wide, bitch," She said.
Angela held her ass checks open, as Dr. Carter pushed her
index finger into Angela's upturned rear. Angela whimpered.
"My, we have a tight little pussy, don't we slut?" Dr.
Carter mocked as she cranked her finger round and round
inside Angela.
Dr. Carter placed the index finger of her free hand between
Angela's legs. "Now cough bitch," she said.
Angela coughed as Dr. Carter felt between her legs.
"Cough again."
Angela obeyed.
"Well, you Master seems to be maintaining you pretty good,"
Dr. Carter said, playfully fucking her finger in and out of
Angela's tight ass hole. "Charlie's been known to break her
toys."
"Ms Piston says she is a skilled slut," Nurse Kathy hinted.
"Well, Charlie likes to brag about her property," Dr.
Carter said. "She's always one to claim her hens lay the
most eggs, her cows give the most milk or her hogs are the
fattest in the county."
Angela's eyes were cast down on the floor during this
conversation. From the corner of her eye she saw a pair of
flaming red panties drop to the ankles of Nurse Kathy, then
get kicked off her feet. Nurse Kathy sat on the bed, next
to Angela. She grabbed Angela's head and pushed it
unceremoniously under her white dress and between her legs.
"Eat me, bitch," Nurse Kathy commanded.
Dr. Carter pulled her finger out of Angela's tight ass hole
and slapped her on the bottom.
"Do it," the Doctor growled.
Angela staggered a little to regain her balance. The musty
smell of a hot wet pussy, suddenly crammed in her face,
confused her. She drew her head back a little and
hesitated.
"What's wrong, bitch?" Nurse Kathy said. "Never see a real
woman before?"
"Get on your knees!" Dr. Carter commanded. "You can do a
better job down there."
Angela got off the bed and between Nurse Kathy's open legs.
Angela's knees folded under her, keeping her face an inch
from Nurse Kathy's pussy, as her body lowered.
"Her breathing tickles my cunt hairs," Nurse Kathy
commented.
Angela held herself steady and did nothing.
"What's wrong with the bitch?" Nurse Kathy pouted.
"Why the sweet thing is waiting for her orders," Dr. Carter
said.
"I forgot, she's supposed to be trained," Nurse Kathy said.
"Okay. Listen, slut," Dr. Carter said to Angela. "You will
eat Nurse Kathy. You will please her. If you do not, you
will be very, very sorry. Now, do it!"
Angela slowly drew closer to Nurse Kathy's pussy. She stuck
out her tongue and worked it through a tangle of wet hairs.
Angela moved her tongue up and down slowly, feeling her way
though the forest. At last the flat of her tongue came to
rest on Nurse Kathy's hungry hole. Angela's tongue moved
gently from side to side, subtly combing the hairs, until
the flat of her tongue rested on the maximum amount of
naked skin. Angela then let her tongue roll over the tender
outer lips of Nurse Kathy's pussy. Nurse Kathy shuddered
with pleasure and surprise. Angela's tongue massaged Nurse
Kathy's pussy lips, very gently caressing them, slowly
parting them a little bit at a time. Little by little, the
flat of Angela's tongue worked Nurse Kathy's lips open a
little wider, in tiny, tiny increments. As Angela's tongue
wedged its way in, it began to stroke the inner wall of
Nurse Kathy's pussy lips. Nurse Kathy gave out a low moan
and wiggled in the bed. Angela's head followed the motion
of Nurse Kathy's hips, never once letting her tongue leave
off massaging Nurse Kathy's pussy lips.
As Nurse Kathy's hips swayed, her clitoris made contact
with the base of Angela's outstretched tongue. Angela
reacted by pressing her tongue's base harder against Nurse
Kathy's button of a clitoris. Nurse Kathy cried out and
squeezed Angela's head between her nylon clad legs. Nurse
Kathy's hands gripped the back of Angela's head and pushed
her face into her open cunt. Angela's tongue entered Nurse
Kathy's hot vagina, while Nurse Kathy's pumping clitoris
found the flat of Angela's incisor teeth. Nurse Kathy
rammed her hips into Angela's open mouth. She pressed her
hot clit hard against Angela's teeth, masturbating hard
against them. Nurse Kathy rotated her hips, forcing
Angela's outstretched tongue round and round inside her
burning pussy. Without conscious thought, Nurse Kathy slid
off the bed and onto her feet, forcing Angela to tilt her
head backwards. Hot pussy juices flowed out of Nurse
Kathy's hungry cunt and over Angela's face, as the Nurse's
white dress fell over Angela's head. Nurse Kathy's face was
contorted with ecstasy, as she wildly fucked Angela's face.
Suddenly, Nurse Kathy screamed as her entire body exploded
in a wild orgasm. Nurse Kathy's legs buckled under her,
forcing Angela backwards onto the floor. The Nurse sat
astride Angela, panting.
"Interesting," Dr. Carter said.
The Doctor's voice sounded detached, but her right hand was
slide inside her pants and over her crotch.
"Listen, bitch," Dr. Carter said to Angela, "you will lick
up all Nurse Kathy's juices. That will give her a little
time to recover. Then your full examination will begin."
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