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Metamorphosis of Number 50 - Part 2 Chapter 3 - The Vault Elsa was not as tall as Miss Penny, but she was certainly taller than Jeffrey. She had long brown hair that was put up neatly in a bun. For a woman in her mid-30's, Elsa was aging gracefully due to her natural beauty and solid Austrian stock. She was also very serious about the need to exercise daily and, as such, she took good care of herself. Jeffrey noticed that her skin was slightly tanned, but flawless. Not one mark, not a blemish at all. He assumed she must have been a model in her 20's. How she wound up doing this on the other hand was a mystery to him. As they walked, Jeffrey would turn to look at the white gown that Elsa was wearing. He could see her two breasts pushing slightly outward from her chest. Jeffrey had looked down once or twice to get a look at her well-heeled shoes and noted to himself how well she could walk in them. Elsa, he found out through some icebreaking conversation, was indeed from Austria. He could tell that she had a German accent and found it to be an appealing aspect about her. She had found her way to the United States about 8 years ago. Her life experiences, as she said, led her to this place. It sounded quite mysterious to Jeffrey, but he was not about to argue the issues of someone's fate or their destiny. They continued down the hallway. "This is quite a funeral home Elsa. So many rooms," said Jeffrey. "Uh, oh yez of courze we have many roomz," Elsa replied not knowing quite how to explain why. He noticed that all the doors to the rooms were shut so he could not get a peek in any if them. "Az yoo can imagine, we cater to ze creme de la creme," Elsa continued, "In order to serve our clientele we offer a lot in ze way of zervice. Zis plaze iz az much of a hotel az it iz a funeral home." "What do you mean?" he asked. Thinking fast on her feet Elsa responded to his question, "Well, we have people fly here from all over ze world. Az yoo can imagine being in ze middle of Iowa, zere iz not a lot of five star hotelz in ze area. Zo, we offer up to 90 roomz for ze bereaved." "Wow! That's a lot of rooms. I would think quite expensive," Jeffrey surmised. "Mr Smith, when ze deceazed was a billionaire, money iz no object," she said in a matter-of-fact way. "True, I guess that makes sense," he replied. "Now razer zan bore yoo wit one bedroom after anozer, why don't I take yoo down to ze lower level. Yoo can zee how we operate zingz around here. I'm sure Mz. Penny haz many jobz for yoo to doo. Yoo will be much help to us," said Elsa. "Well, I hope so Elsa. I'm looking forward to making my contribution around here and working hard," Jeffrey said. With a raised eyebrow, she replied, "Don't worry, yoo will Mr. Smith, yoo will." Elsa stopped. Jeffrey watched as Elsa tapped on one of the walls with her right hand. After about six or seven taps, she found what she was looking for and smiled to herself. He watched as Elsa pushed a small square section of the wall inwards and a door, that was not even recognizable before, slid open. She led Jeffrey inside and down a nondescript set of stairs. Elsa flicked a switch for a light and led him down the steps. Halfway down the stairs, Jeffrey could hear the door slide back. He quickly turned around and watched as the light from the hallway disappeared. "Our cold storage iz down deep into ze ground, under zee houze, but we find zat it workz very well for uz. Yoo will zee," Elsa explained. Jeffrey nodded and followed the attractive woman whose European accent made him hang on to her every word. Once down the first flight of stairs they stood on another landing. There was another door and Elsa pulled out some keys that sat on a necklace that she was wearing. He didn't notice them before, since the keys sat cozily between her two breasts. She found the correct key, pushed it into the padlock on a wooden door and unlocked it. Elsa opened the door and flicked on another switch for the light. The two descended another set of stairs. Jeffrey didn't ask any questions because he knew cold body storage was critical, but thought it was peculiar to have a locked door separating the two sets of stairs. Elsa and Jeffrey approached the bottom landing and she went through this ritual yet again, but now it was a solid steel door with deadbolt. Elsa unlocked the door with another key from her necklace. Slowly, she pushed the heavy door open. Jeffrey was quick to grab it from her and felt its weight. The two entered a well lit corridor and the door automatically closed behind them. Click. Jeffrey became inquisitive, "Elsa, what's with all the locked doors?" She answered, "Security Mr. Smith, security." He prodded Elsa, "Really? For dead bodies, but -" She cut him off and spoke with conviction, "Of courze! Zese people whoze bodiez are in our cuztody muzt be protected. We take no chancez. Remember Mr. Smith, servize!" Jeffrey backed off, "I understand. Forgive me for such a foolish question." Elsa places a hand on his right check and speaks in a motherly fashion, "Iz okay my dear, iz okay." As they walked, Jeffrey realized that the long corridor was made out of solid rock. The walls and floor were smooth, but the ceiling had that bumpy, split-rock texture. Increasingly it felt like he was walking into a cave. At the end of the corridor Elsa led him down another flight of stairs. These spiraled downward for about fifty steps. Jeffrey now figured they had gone down four flights stairs. He thought to himself, "How far deep did they need to go?" The walled steps opened up into what was a large cave. The cave was lit only by a series of torches that clung to the cave walls. Jeffrey now thought things were getting a little creepy. He was about to speak, but Elsa who sensed Jeffrey's protest, quickly placed her index finger over his lips. "No, no, no Mr Smith. Yoo muzt not queztion zese zingz. Juzt follow me," Elsa said. At that point she smiled and withdrew her finger from his lips. Jeffrey shot back a nervous smile and felt that he was a little less in control now. Elsa was his guide around this place. Besides, she was senior to him and he reminded himself that he would be working with her in the funeral home. Beyond that, she was so beautiful and he was drawn to her like a magnet. For these reasons, Jeffrey decided not to challenge her. As they walked through the cave Jeffrey felt a chill go through his body. His suit jacket gave him no protection from the colder, ambient temperature. Elsa stopped in front of yet another steel door. This time it is not the typical door as before. Jeffrey is astounded as he looks up at such a huge door, which is far out of any human scale. "Was it ten feet high? Twelve feet high? Maybe taller?" he thought to himself. After a moment Jeffrey realized that before him was a door to a vault, just like ones he's seen at a bank. The only difference was this wasn't a bank. Jeffery watched as Elsa move her crimson clad index finger to a special fingerprint reader. Then he looked on as she stared into a retinal scanner. Again, he watches her beautifully painted finger as she inputs what he assumes is a code into a keypad. A buzzer goes off. With a low thud, the vault door is ajar and it slowly opens up. Jeffrey is mesmerized as the 36" thick steel door slowly opens. Elsa beckons him into another mysterious place. At this point, his fears were masked by his need to know what was behind the door and it draws him in. Below Jeffrey's feet is a marble landing. Elsa walks down the wide marble steps and Jeffrey follows her as if he were her pet. As they descend, the vault door automatically closes with a loud 'thud'. Jeffrey turns around and is caught off guard as he senses a the finality of the vault door being closed. He turns back around and looks around at what is before him. Now at the bottom of the steps, Elsa looks up at Jeffrey and nonchalantly. "Welcome to Ms. Penny's living mausoleum." Jeffrey's breathing became shallow. Stuttering all he could get out was, "Living?" Just then, Ms. Penny appeared out of nowhere. She wore a pair of black, satin gloves that ran up to her elbows. Wrapped around her body was a black, overbust brocade corset. It had a swirling flower pattern in the front and had ruffles at the top and bottom. The corset pulled in her waist to the extreme, giving Ms. Penny a lovely hourglass figure. Her large breasts were accentuated by this beautiful garment as her cleavage could be clearly seen from across the long room. Tethered to the bottom of the corset was a long black skirt. It was layered with lacy material and had ruffles at the bottom, which hung down to her ankles. Not one to go without some element of fashion, Ms. Penny finished off her ensemble with a pair of five inch heeled Jimmy Choo suede sandals. The look was quite dramatic. Even Jeffrey, who was a novice at fashion especially women's fashion, could see the merits of such an exquisite outfit. Jeffrey usually noticed a well dressed woman such as Ms. Penny. What grabbed his attention was not her clothes, but the revolver that was clutched in her right hand. "Yes, Mr. Smith, you heard Elsa correctly, my living mausoleum." Ms. Penny said as she walked towards Elsa. She emphasized the word 'living' as she said it so as there was no confusion on Jeffrey's part. "I see Elsa did a fine job at escorting you," then Ms. Penny paused and continued to speak slowly, "to your final resting place." "Final resting place!" Jeffrey thought as panic sliced through him. He turned around and looked back at the vault door thinking of how he could escape. "Mr. Smith, there is no escape for you. The door can only be opened from the outside. It's also on a timer and can be opened at certain intervals of the day," Ms. Penny continued, "Why don't you come down and join us so we can talk about your future." Jeffrey was angry. He thought he could muster up the courage to charge at the two of them, but felt it was best to suppress some of his anger and his emotions. The thought of being killed by the bullet of a gun was not exactly how he planned to have his life end. Uncle Phil was still in his life. If he ever wanted to see him again, he felt he needed to keep his cool. Jeffrey slowly walked down the marble steps, never taking his eyes off of Ms. Penny's revolver. When he reached the bottom of the stairs she stopped him. "That's enough. Stand right there," she directed him. The tone of her voice was that of someone with authority. Ms. Penny wanted Jeffrey to know who was in charge. She then looked up and gestured with her left hand and had a smirk on her face, "What you see my dear Mr. Smith is my collection of 49 slaves if you will. I know it's hard to believe, but yes it's true," then turning to Elsa, "Is that not true my dear Elsa." "Yes it iz true," Elsa responded. "And Mr. Smith, you are going to be the fiftieth slave in my collection," Ms. Penny said and then continued, "as a matter of fact, you are no longer Mr. Smith or Jeffrey. From this point forward, you will be know as 'Number 50'" "You will be Number 50," Jeffrey though to himself. Those words echoed deep into his psyche. "Something has gone gravely wrong. This woman has brought me to her lair and is going to keep me here against my will. Should I have seen this coming? How stupid could I be? No, wait a minute Jeffrey Smith don't blame yourself. This is a case of total unequivocal abduction plain and simple. You read about these things in newspaper and online all the time. Just relax. Whatever they do to you, if they torture you even, you must do your best to hold the higher ground and maintain your sense of self." While Jeffrey was in the midst of his thoughts, Ms. Penny directed Elsa to go to a special control room. Elsa understood what that meant and passed through a marble door that was invisible once it closed behind her. This was the same door that Ms. Penny used to enter the living mausoleum. A few moments later one of the marble faced squares in this mausoleum wall moved forward. As it retracted outwards, it was clear to Jeffrey that there was a body inside. Was it alive as Ms. Penny and Elsa have indicated? "A living mausoleum, hmm." Jeffrey thought to himself. The drawer stopped and was now fully open. Ms. Penny directed Jeffrey with her gun, "Come over here Number 50." Jeffrey advanced forward and made his way to the drawer. Again, he stood opposite of Ms. Penny. The revolver was all too real as he could see down the barrel. It made him feel quite uncomfortable. The inside of the drawer then grabbed his attention and he looked down at the metal casing that was hinged about 18" from the marble square. There was a small locking mechanism on the casing. He watched as Ms. Penny removed a key from within the depths of her cleavage and unlocked the mechanism. The metal casing between the hinge and the marble square was pulled open by one of the metal handles that were bolted on the side. Ms. Penny lifted it up and revealed what he assumed was some mummified body underneath. It was cocooned in a slick layer of black latex. Ms. Penny gestured with her left hand, "This is Number 33," she continued, "resting comfortably, alive, but quite immobile Number 33 is wrapped in no less than six layers. As you can plainly see, the metal casing in which holds Number 33's body has an absurdly thick cushion of soft foam. It holds protects the body and its multilayered casing." Ms. Penny continued further, "So what's beneath the shiny black latex? Well, first is a fur layer for extra comfort. The second layer is a thick soft foam suit from head to toe." She smiles and gingerly runs her hand over the foam on the metal casing, "It's not as thick as this layer of foam, but it is thick nonetheless. And it feels just as soft." Jeffrey looked at her reaction as she said those words and touched the foam. Her face was such that it looked as though her sex was getting wet right in front of him. His instinct was correct. After licking her lips, he knew that she was dripping wet from her sex. She snapped out of it and pressed on, 'The third layer is a mummified fur lined belt wrap. You should know, that we painstakingly make a special tape that is wetted on one side and fur- lined on the other side. The tape is wrapped around the entire body and, after 20 minutes, it hardens in place. Then the body is shrink wrapped and vacuumed sealed for a fourth layer of protection. At this point, the slave is 99.9% immobile. It cannot raise its head or lift up its finger. Even the occasional involuntary neurological twitch has been kept in check at this juncture. Eye movement is about the only thing that can be achieved. The fifth layer is a rubber air bladder that can expand and contract depending on the need. The last layer is the black latex suit covering the whole body," furthering her detail description she continued to explain, "From within the layers, all areas of the body are restrained for added security. As you can see, she receives air through those thin black pipes that go up her nostrils. Number 33's mouth is gagged with a thick, black butt plug. Of course its long enough that it goes all the way to the back of the throat giving that constant reminder of sucking on cock. Like all of my slaves...," Ms. Penny stopped herself, "Well I have bored you with so many details, I suppose." Jeffrey tried to appeal to Ms. Penny's more sympathetic side, if she had one, "Please Ms. Penny reconsider what your doing here." Angered, immediately by his response, her voice was enraged, "Did I tell you that you can talk?!?" She continued unabated, "No I did not!" ? Ms. Penny pulled back the hammer of the gun and had her finger square on the trigger. Jeffrey froze, his face clearly showing he was frightened by what could happen next. "You will learn, Number 50! You will be trained! You will be--" At that point Ms. Penny stopped herself then her anger waned and she smiled. "On your knees Number 50." Jeffrey dropped to the floor without a word. The drawer that held Number 33 retracted backwards and the square marble at the end fit snugly back into the wall. Number 33 disappeared, almost as if it never existed. Ms. Penny then slowly walked around Jeffrey, her Jimmy Choo's click- clacking loudly on the marble floor. He watched as her skirt swayed back and forth. Of course she kept enough of a distance that he could not try anything funny, like lunge at her in an attempt to have her drop the revolver. Ms. Penny continued walking around him without saying a word. She seemed to be studying him, as if she was planning some part of his enslavement that she had not thought of as of yet. As he kept in this kneeled position, Jeffrey found he was becoming intoxicated by the mixture of her perfume and the sweet odors of her own body. How is it that he found her to be so attractive while she had him in such a dire situation? The marble door that Elsa disappeared into now opened. Jeffrey looked up and saw a beautiful young woman headed towards him with a wheelchair in hand. She had long platinum blonde hair, partially done up in a bun. She was dressed like a candy striper from a hospital, yet her skirt was shamefully high. She had white boots that ran up to her knees and the heels were excessively high. As she approached them, she drew a very comforting smile. "This is Candy Number 50," Ms. Penny remarked to Jeffrey "She will see to it that you go to the infirmary, where you will be given a complete medical exam. From there, Candy will take you to the induction room where the process of your new life begins. Now get up and sit in that wheelchair!" The thought of the revolver still pointing at Jeffrey was one that would not go away for a while. Jeffrey rose to his feet and decided not to look back at Ms. Penny. He looked at Candy's perky smiling face and sat in the wheelchair as was commanded of him. Candy attended to the task of restraining his arms and legs. Jeffrey could not balk at this point so he let Candy do her job. She buckled the leather restraining collars around his wrists and ankles. To immobilize Jeffrey in the chair, Candy place a special a metal collar around his neck which was tethered by a rod to a metal bar that was securely bolted to the frame of the wheel chair. Now that he was secured, Ms. Penny slowly moved the hammer to its forward position and released her finger from the trigger. She made sure the safety was on. There was no longer pointed a need to point the gun at him. Ms. Penny's raised her left eyebrow and looked at Jeffrey with steely eyes then spoke very matter-of-factly, "Number 50, a word of warning. Try not to get out of hand. You will be watched at all times, as the cameras all around can attest," and then Ms. Penny continued, "see to it that you behave or you will be severely punished." Then she spoke to Candy, "Candy darling, take good care of Number 50. See to it that he makes his way through his induction." Candy did a full curtsey and replied, "Yes Ms. Penny." With that, Miss Penny walked back up toward the vault door. A few seconds later it was open and Ms. Penny disappeared. As Candy rolled him in the other direction he could hear the giant door close with a loud 'thud'. Chapter 4 - The Infirmary Candy seemed to have such a sweet disposition in a place that now seemed scarier than hell to Jeffrey. She then pushed him in the wheelchair, and they continued through a cold marble corridor. Candy stopped at the elevator and she depressed the only button available, down. The doors to the elevator slid open. Candy wheeled Jeffrey in and she pressed the red button marked 'Sub-Level # 6'. The interior of the elevator car is what one would expect, metallic panels, a metallic ceiling, and a floor that was tiled in diamond plate. The doors closed slowly and the short ride was uneventful. The elevator car stops and both Candy and Jeffrey wait as there is a pause then the doors open. Candy goes back to the task of wheeling Jeffrey around with a dumb smile on her face. Everything in the main hallway screams hospital, the floors, the walls, the ceiling, even the florescent lighting. The colors were toned in dull off-whites. The surfaces weren't shiny like the marble in the living mausoleum, except for the occasional metal plate for a light-switch. Jeffrey was calmer now and he somehow was relieved not to see any marble. He was willing to deal with the antiseptic atmosphere of a hospital hallway and not have a cocked gun pointed at him. The end of the hallway was marked by a pair of metal doors marked with the word 'Infirmary'. Like a hospital, Candy pushed a blue button that sat on a metal plate and the double doors swung open automatically. She pushed him into the infirmary. They passed by a couple of metal doors, on either side of the hallway, that had a large pane of glass at the top. Welded wire mesh was embedded inside of the glazing. Coupled with the fact that each door was able to lock from the outside made Jeffrey a little uneasy. Candy stopped when they reached the nurse's station. Jeffrey stared for a second at the three nurses behind the station. All three were women, which was no big deal to Jeffrey, but he did take note that they were all drop-dead gorgeous. In unison, they got up and walked over to Jeffrey. They stood around him and sort of 'oohed' and 'aahed' over him. They touched him, tasseled his hair with their fingers, and rubbed their hands on his scruffy cheeks. One could say they were gushing at his impending arrival. Now Jeffrey got a really good look a them. One of the nurses was blonde, and the other two were brunettes. The blonde was white and had alabaster skin. One of the brunettes was black and the other was Asian, but had olive toned skin. All three nurses were dressed in skimpy nurses outfits, one different from the next. They all had particularly large breasts, and narrow waists. All displayed quite a bit of cleavage. They were in great shape. All three had long manes that ran halfway down their backs. Jeffrey was speechless. The nurse with the dark complexion grabbed a clipboard from the nurses' station. Attached to it were some papers. "Thanks Candy honey for bringing him to us. Your such a good bimbo," she said. Candy had a pouty face at first and then retorted, "I'm not a bimbo, Nurse White!" "Slap!" Nurse White's hand hit Candy hard right across her cheek. Jeffrey could only sit and idly watch the exchange. He felt it was prudent to not say a word. "Yes, you are Candy; and you know it; and don't raise your voice to me," remarked Nurse White. Then she questioned the candy striper, "Say I'm a Bimbo right now otherwise I will let Ms. Elsa know about your insubordination to me." Very quickly Candy responded, "No! Please, no Ms. Elsa. I'm a bimbo! I'm a bimbo!" "Of course you are," said Nurse White. She continued, "Thank you for delivering Number 50 to us my dear. We will page you when you are needed again. That will be all for now." Jeffrey watched as Candy walked away; her hips swaying and her tight, round ass shaking back and forth. She looked back and gave him a wave and threw him a nervous smile like a child would. He thought about exchange between Nurse White and Candy, "So is that what I can expect from these sickos, having them fuck with my head." Jeffrey wished he was still with Candy. He thought to himself that he'd rather be with a bimbo than an authoritarian. Nurse White then turned her attention to Jeffrey. "Oh where are my manners?" Nurse White said coyly. "Number 50, I'm Nurse White, the head nurse here at the infirmary. Gesturing to the candy stripper, "She's a nice girl that Candy. She just acts up every now and again." Each of the other two nurses kept a hand on each of Jeffrey's shoulders and let Nurse white continue. "Nurse Betty and Nurse Lily are going to take good care of you. Aren't we ladies?" Nurse Lily was the Asian nurse and spoke in a very sexy tone while she rubbed Jeffrey's shoulder, "Of course Nurse White. We'll take very good care of Number 50." Then Nurse Betty chimed in, now rubbing Jeffrey's other shoulder, "Oh yes Nurse White, Number 50 is in good hands." "You see Number 50, my nurses are going to see to it that you get through your physical exam and your testing with no problems," mused Nurse White, "And your going to be very compliant aren't you Number 50?" Jeffrey reacted to the word 'testing' and tried to voice his displeasure, but - Nurse Lily quickly grabs a thick leather gag fitted with a butt plug and shoves it inside Jeffrey's mouth before he answers Nurse White. She secures the straps of the gag at the back of Jeffrey's head tightening it for a snug fit. Jeffrey's eyes are wide with a sense of shock and with his tongue suppressed and jaw wide open, he could only speak in muffled tones. "Mmphgh! Mmmumu mgghrd mmphgh!" Jeffrey mumbled. "Good. I'm glad to see that your not going to give us any trouble." Nurse White said with a wicked smile. She handed her clip board to Nurse Betty, bent forward, her hands on his knees, exposing a fair amount of cleavage and boobs in front of Jeffrey's face. He could not move his head, but his eyes were now fixated on the bounty that was before him. His cock betrayed him and rose to attention. Now that he was distracted, Nurse White moved her right hand from his knee and pressed Jeffrey's hard cock against his scrotum. Her look changed from a wicked smile to wicked witch and she pushed harder against his member crushing his ball sack, "Because if you DO give us trouble, we'll have to reprimand you. Be forewarned Number 50, being reprimanded can be very painful." Jeffrey's eyes almost came out of his sockets and he bit into the butt plug that filled the inside of his mouth. Only when Nurse White eased off of his balls did he have a sense of relief. Nurse White stood up again, took custody of her clipboard from Nurse Betty and smiled again. Jeffrey thought to himself, "What a bitch." He was not amused with her as she began to play with his head. "Your scheduled for a battery of tests. You will also be examined by our doctors," she continued, "I expect that you will be with us for at least a couple of days, maybe even a week," Nurse white paused, "After that, you will be taken downstairs for your induction." After hearing the word 'induction' Jeffrey's facial expression went from anger to quizzical. Nurse White relished the changes in his face as she spoke. "Oh, Number 50, I can't possibly let the cat out of the bag," Nurse White said with a smirk on her face. "I am forbidden by Ms. Penny to go into any further details with you about your induction. It will come soon enough." While the one-sided conversation continued, Nurse Lily prepared a hypodermic needle and filled it with an extra strong muscle relaxant. Meanwhile, Nurse Betty grabbed some medical scissors and began to cut right through Jeffrey's blue suit jacket and his shirt creating a gaping hole on the outside of his upper arm. Jeffrey could not turn his head, due to the metal collar around his neck, so he tried to move his eyes in Nurse Betty's direction. Nurse Lily then walked up to Jeffrey's right arm and applied a swab of alcohol to the exposed skin on his arm. Just then, Jeffrey realized what was going to happen and panicked, trying to shake and shimmy his body in the wheelchair. "Don't be such a baby Number 50, it's only a shot," said Nurse White. Nurse Lily quickly pierced his skin with the hypodermic needle and pushed the plunger down the plastic barrel dispensing the aqueous fluid into his arm. She withdrew the needle and placed it in one of those red medical waste containers that hung from the wall. Jeffrey felt the needle as it pricked his arm and let out a whimper. "Number 50, we just gave you a powerful muscle relaxant," remarked Nurse White. Then saying in matter-of-fact manner, "We need to get you out of that chair eventually, take you out of those clothes, and run your tests. Oh, and we're not going to hold a gun to your head like Ms. Penny." She pause then continued, "We're in the medical profession and have other ways of getting what we want from you." Jeffrey could feel the muscle relaxant quickly go to work and his eyes glazed over while Nurse White spoke. ********* Jeffrey's height and weight was that of a woman's frame. Due to this fact, the nurses did their job with even greater efficiency and were able to pick him up with ease. Jeffrey was taken out of the wheelchair, stripped down to his naked body, and given a white gown to wear. Nurse Betty and Nurse Lily grabbed the canvas straps from under the gurney and pinned down his entire body from his head to his toes. He could not resist as the muscle relaxant washed over his entire body, making it quite limp. Jeffrey couldn't even raise his arm to throw a punch. The nurse wheeled him into one of the examining rooms. It was a garden variety examination room, white walls, white floors and it had the same white doored cabinetry that held all sorts of medical equipment and supplies. There was even a sink for the doctor to wash his or her hands. The place was decorated with the obligatory chair, weight scale and blood pressure machine. Of course there was one big difference. Due to their location so far underground there was no window. Would Jeffrey ever see the light of day again? Now it was time to go to work. Jeffrey's height and weight was measured, his blood pressure taken, and oddly his body measurements were taken too. The body measurements were extensive. Leg and arm length, circumference of his head, hips, waist, chest and neck. Jeffrey's feet and hands were measured too. After Nurse Betty or Nurse Lily would make a measurement. Nurse White would mark it on a piece of paper that was attached to her clipboard. "Okay ladies, time to leave," Nurse White said to the Nurse Betty and Nurse Lily. With desperation in her voice Nurse Betty exclaimed, "But you said we'd get a turn this time!" "Yes you said that, I remember!" said Nurse Lily as she raised her voice. Then Nurse White spoke, angered by the backlash of her nurses. "I know what I said, but I've changed my mind. Am I not allowed to change my mind?" "Yes, but-," said Nurse Lily and Nurse Betty but were immediately cut off by Nurse White, "But what?!? Enough of this back talk! Do you two remember what happened last time we went through this? "Yes, but-," said Nurse Lily and was cut off again. "Well, I will make that look like a walk in the park. And this time the two of you won't be able to sit for a week!" Nurse White exclaimed in her continued anger. Feeling dejected and not wanting to go up against the wrath of Nurse White, Nurse Betty and Nurse Lily walked out of the examination room in a huff. Once the two nurses were gone, Nurse White looked back at Jeffrey with a very devious smile. She locked the door and walked over to one of the cabinets. While there she grabbed two white rubber gloves and put them on her hands. A loud snap rang through the air as each glove consumed each of her hands. Then she walked back to Jeffrey, who laid there calmly in the gurney. Slowly, Nurse White unbuttoned her white uniform. As it fell to the floor, Jeffrey was given quite the surprise. Nurse White's dark skin in contrast by her stunning, white low cut bra, her white panties, white garters, and the sheer white stockings that ran all the way up her legs. Jeffrey could not see her shoes, but if he were able to, he would be aroused by the white pumps with 5" stiletto heels. She also wore a lovely white corset across her midsection. Like Ms. Penny, it gave Nurse White's body the prettiest bell-shaped curves. As she approached Jeffrey, Nurse White purred in a low sexy voice, "Now its time to measure your cock Number 50." Jeffrey's eyes widened knowing that this woman was going to do to him next. Nurse White bent over and grabbed hold of a crank on the gurney and turned it slowly. This place Jeffrey in a halfway seated position. She then loosened the strap around his hip and pulled his gown up to reveal his flaccid cock. Toying with him she said, "Well we can't measure your cock like this, can we?" Nurse White removed her panties revealing her well-trimmed pussy. She then hopped up on the gurney at Jeffrey's feet, bent over, and wrapped one of her white gloved fingers around his cock. "My what a lovely creature you have between your legs. Let's see if it wants to come out and play for a little while," Nurse White playfully remarked. She bent over and placed her mouth on the head of his penis and lathered it with her saliva. Then she spit on it for even more lubrication. Jeffrey could see that her bare ass was up in the air and called attention to itself. He stared for moment at its symmetry, looking at one butt cheek and then the other. He then looked at the tight lacing on her corset and thought about its architecture as it ran up her back in such repetition. His eyes moved again and Jeffrey focused at what Nurse White was doing to his cock. Next, Nurse White stroked his shaft lightly and evenly. She kept this up for a few minutes until Jeffrey's cock responded. Jeffrey watched as it rose to attention and quickly determined that his libido was somehow immune to the muscle relaxant. With her eyes closed Nurse White's top and bottom lip grabbed hold of the head of his penis again. She took her hand off of Jeffrey's shaft and, in a very consistent and methodical manner, moved her lips slowly onto the head of his penis. He watched as his head disappeared into her mouth as her beautiful, pouty lips took hold of the top-half of his shaft. A moment later his rock hard cock disappeared into Nurse White's mouth. Jeffrey closed his eyes and moaned in delight, "Mmmmmmm." "Now, I'll have to take those measurements Number 50." Nurse White said as she stopped sucking on his cock. His eyes opened and he felt like she left him hanging, literally. She hopped off the bed and went to one of the white counters. Rummaging through the drawers below, she found two different measuring devices. Then Nurse White got her clipboard, and her trusty blue, ball-point pen off of the counter. She set everything down on top of the gurney and grabbed one of the measuring devices which was simply a metal ruler." "5 1/2"," she stated aloud with some sort of pride, then marked it down on the clipboard. Making sure it would not get flaccid Nurse White grabbed it and gave it a quick hand-job for about a minute to keep his cock at its optimal hardness. She grabbed the other measuring device, a metal caliper, which measured the girth of an object. First she took a measurement near the base of his cock, then one at the middle of his shaft, and one where the head of his penis flared out. For each measurement, she dutifully marked down the measurement on her clipboard. Nurse White hopped of the gurney and placed her clipboard, the ruler and the caliper, and ball-point pen back on the white counter. She hopped back on to the gurney and went back to sucking Jeffrey's cock. Was it possible, Jeffrey thought, that this woman took some pride in the power to take a man's flaccid penis and turn it into a raging, rock hard, sexual organ? Moments later Nurse White withdrew her mouth and readied herself for something more. She sat up, erect, in a kneel position and placed her hands in front of her bra. With a quick move of her fingers and her wrist, her white bra blew open and her huge breasts popped out to greet Jeffrey. "Aren't they lovely things Number 50?" she mused. Jeffrey could barley shake his head, due to the canvas strap around his head and his neck, as he marveled in their size. His cock now throbbed in response to the sight before him. Nurse White's tits were big and round. They hung down from her body just right, giving them such a natural look. Her nipples were round and protruded proudly from the large, perfect circles that made up her areola. The doctors at the infirmary had done some of their best work on her. She slung her bra across the room, as if there was no longer a need for them. Nurse White moved her crotch closer to his cock, hovering right over it. She then grabbed Jeffrey's cock and played with it for a little while. Rubbing it back and forth on her clit, she arched her body backwards and her neck looked upwards at the ceiling as she began to moan. As Nurse White pleasured herself, her breasts would invariably jiggle back and forth. It was pleasing for Jeffrey to watch and allowed his cock to remain quite hard and stiff. Nurse White began to moan louder and louder. The speed and placement of the head of his cock changed during certain intervals in her quest to orgasm. Plain and simple, Jeffrey was being used just like one of Nurse White's many other sex toys. The only exception being the feel of real flesh up against hers. As she kept on playing with the head of his cock, she seemed all too happy to not have rubber or latex against her hole. An eternity seemed to go by when in reality it was just five minutes. Nurse White shuddered and her body lurched forward. Her long mane fell in front of her face, and her bust went smack onto Jeffrey's head. He couldn't breathe for a few seconds. There was a momentary fear of suffocation for Jeffrey until Nurse White rolled her body backwards a moment later. Nurse White let out a tremendous scream and reached her orgasm. She pushed her hair back in such a sexily manner and her facial expression was that of a woman who was drunk from alcohol. Speaking in the third person, Nurse White calmly noted to Jeffrey, "Now your going to get fucked by Nurse White." No sooner than she said could Jeffrey feel his cock in between the folds of her clit and watch her body rock up and down. Jeffrey experienced the oddity of that feeling of ecstasy as it permeated throughout his muscle relaxed body. She continued to ride his cock as her DD breasts shook violently in front of his face. Nurse White purred as she fucked him. Her hands took hold of his shoulders for extra support. At one point she pushed away and arched back her body with her hands on the grab bars of the gurney. She did this to change the feeling of his cock up against her clit, in the hopes that it would bring her to a second climax. After another orgasm, Nurse White withdrew her pussy from his hard cock. She slowly made her way down form the gurney and took her white rubber gloves off. Sensing that she was done using him, he had an expectation that she would relieve him of his hard-on and allow for him to cum. "Mmmrpgh!! Mmmrpgh!! Jeffrey moaned loudly through his gag. Nurse White responded, "Now, now Number 50! We can't have a big mess now can we? Besides as you will learn, we are not here for your pleasure. No, no. You are here for our pleasure." She pulled down his gown and reconnected the strap around his hips. Moments later his cock would be as flaccid as the rest of his body and Jeffrey would be left sexually unsatisfied. Nurse White got dressed in short order and straightened herself out. She tidied things up a bit and made sure that she put both of the measuring instruments away. "I will get the doctor now," Nurse White noted. She grabbed her clipboard and pen and then unlocked and opened the door to leave. As she exited, she turned back to him, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, this isn't the last you'll see of me." Nurse White then shut the door. Once it was closed, Jeffrey could hear the bolt move and the door was now locked. ********* There was no clock in the room. Jeffrey figured it was about a half hour later when the bolt on the door clicked again and the doctor finally entered. Not surprisingly, the doctor was a woman. "Was there a pattern emerging here," he thought to himself. "She was certainly beautiful, like all the other woman that he now encountered." Her hair was dark brown and straight, shoulder length. She had a very tan complexion; possibly Spanish or maybe even middle-eastern he thought. She was young for a doctor. 30ish, possibly even as young as 25. She wore a white lab coat and had a stethoscope draped around her neck. Under the lab coat the doctor wore a white T-shirt cut low allowing some cleavage to be revealed. Her breasts were not as large as Nurse Whites, but one could guess that they were a very full 'C'. She wore a fair amount of make-up on her face, which was at odds with her represented profession. Oddly, her nails were painted in black nail polish. She began flipping through Jeffrey's chart, which was neatly packaged in a manilla folder. Jeffrey looked on as the doctor made a couple of notes with her ball point pen. She clicked the pen and placed it neatly in her coat pocket. Welcome to the infirmary, she said. I'm Doctor Salaam. Hope your stay here has been a good one so far. Did Nurse White put your mind at ease. Jeffrey noted her Arabic accent, grunted and shook his head yes. "Good. That will make my job a little easier," said Dr. Salaam. ********* Surprisingly, Doctor Salaam's examination went smoothly. She checked Jeffrey out with some of the typical things that a general practitioner would do on a patient. Removing his gag temporarily, she had Jeffrey breathe then took a throat culture. Before he could speak, the gag was right back in his mouth. She looked into his eyes and his ears with a special flashlight then checked his reflexes with her small rubber mallet. "One of the nurses will take you to get your tests done," remarked Doctor Salaam. She smiled, "Good bye Jeffrey. It was a pleasure to meet you." With that, Doctor Salaam left. Jeffrey sat there in shock as Doctor Salaam had called him by his real name as opposed to referring to him as a number. Then with a quizzical look on his face he wondered, "Why?" ******** Nurse Betty entered his room about an hour later. She went to the cabinet and grabbed a few items. Jeffrey watched as she pulled out a telescopic pole and attached an IV bag to it. He stared intently as she placed the catheter needle in one of his veins on the inside of his forearm. Nurse Betty rotated a dial that was attached to the clear tubing and watched it drip. Having an IV bag hooked up to his arm became all too real for Jeffrey. He didn't know what 'tests' meant, but with an IV drip attached to his arm, his mind came up with a have a dozen or so scenarios. Some thoughts included a procedure or worse a full blown operation. He shuddered at those thoughts. She looked at him, and placed her left hand on Jeffrey's forehead, "Well we can't have you starve now can we?" Then she continued, "You need your nourishment." Jeffrey could only moan under his breath. Nurse Betty cranked Jeffrey so that he lay there in a supine position again. She rolled him out of the examination room and down the hallway. All he could see was her large breasts juggling up and down, her face, and the florescent lighting in the ceiling as it kept coming into and out of his field of vision. "Okay Number 50, we will take your bloods, give you and EEG exam, CT scan from head to toe, take some X-rays of key areas of your body," stated Nurse Betty. Like everything else, there was nothing he could do or say. If Nurse Betty was going to give him an IV instead of real food, then an IV it would be. If he was going to go for a battery of tests, then he would have to just grin and bear it. Jeffrey was beginning to learn to slowly accept the fact that he no longer had freewill. To be continued....