Torment 10 min read

At 2 minutes after one on the morning of April 16th, the long corridors of The Chapman Institute were quiet. Neon tubes glowed softly in the early hours of the morning. The linoleum covered floor had been polished. Every room door was securely shut and locked. Each patient lay in his bed.

In room 113 Thomas Harlan lay awake. He was drenched in sweat. The screen above his head showed a picture fed by a camera in the nurse’s station. At The Chapman Institute, all the nurses were female and all the patients were male. The camera was positioned under the desk in the nurses’ station. It showed the legs and feet of whoever was on duty. At all times,
one nurse had to be at the desk. Thomas was a foot lover. He tried not to look at the screen. He tried to resist the growing arousal in his loins.

On the screen, he saw crossed legs. The nurse wore pale white tights. Her right foot hung in the air, bobbing slowly. On her left foot, she wore a soft, white leather, lace up shoe. Her right foot was almost completely free of its shoe. The playful nurse had the shoe dangling from the tips of her toes. She let her foot angle forward, making the shoe swing forward and back. Then she turned her foot left and right. The shoe swung left and right. She bounced her foot up and down, making the shoe bounce too. Then she angled her foot right down, letting the shoe drop off to the floor.

Thomas felt his heart lurch. Her bared foot was tiny, perfectly formed, beautiful. Her foot was narrow, her toes neatly ranked. He observed darker patches on the sole of her foot, indicative of perspiration. The nurse stretched, angling her pointed toes toward the camera, toward Thomas. He opened his mouth as if he could swallow her toes. She pulled her foot back, and let it start to search for the dropped shoe. Her toes touched the side of the shoe, which was laying on its side. The girl used her clever toes to flip the prone shoe onto its back.

Now she began orientating it. She turned the shoe until it faced the right way. Her toes found the opening. They slid into the dank dark interior. Her foot slid home with a whisper. The girl’s foot lifted, her right hand came down, and she tucked her heel back inside. Thomas’ heart began to pound. She would be doing her rounds shortly. If he wanted her to give him release he would have to signal now, before she left the office. He sat up a little in the bed, his lips pursing to engage the tube over his bed. He had no arms and needed the blow tube to communicate. Infact he had neither arms nor legs. Remembering this fact, he lay back down again. Then his eyes caught the screen.

The nurse at the desk now was negroid. Her feet were big and broad. She wore flat slip on sandals. Her nails were painted bright yellow. She wore an ankle chain round her left ankle and a toe ring on the first toe of each foot. She was already slipping her feet back and forth, in and out of the sandals. Thomas groaned. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. He blew on the tube.
His reluctance to signal the nurse was simple to explain. He had been brought to the Institute after a nasty car accident. His car had hit a patch of oil on the interstate and spun out of control into a ditch at the roadside. He had suffered multiple injuries. The ambulance had brought him to the institute where they operated on him and put him in intensive care. They
also fitted a penile restrainer, that allowed him to partially erect, but prevented ejaculation. He discovered that ejaculation had a price. Since he had no insurance, the only way he could pay for his treatment was to trade body parts. Every time he signalled that he wanted to cum, he traded a body part.

Cum number one lost him his right foot. Number two his left foot. Numbers three and four cost him his shins. Numbers five and six lost him his thighs. Numbers seven and eight lost him his hands. Numbers nine and ten lost him his forearms. Numbers eleven and twelve lost him his upper arms. Thirteen lost him his kidneys. Fourteen lost him his left lung. Fifteen lost him his left eye. Sixteen lost him the skin off his back. Seventeen lost him his left testicle. Eighteen would loose him his ears. Nineteen would loose him his heart. Twenty would lose him his life.

He would be masturbated for ten minutes in exchange for a body part. If he didn’t cum then he could either trade another or be left unsatisfied. Several times the nurse had worked him so softly, teasingly, mercilessly that he had traded three parts for one cum. He jumped when the door snicked open. It was a young nurse Jessica. She was 19, 5ft 2, with short blond hair. She was cute, but a little chubby, and she was a teaser. She wore a short uniform dress. She stood by the side of Thomas’s bed and pressed the button to start the ten minute counter. Shaking her head slowly from side to side, she looked down at his erection tenting the sheet. She reached out and patted it softly, licking her lips.

“Need to cum huh?” she asked with mock sympathy. “I bet you want it real bad huh?” She flipped back the sheet to see his purple headed erection constrained by the penile tube. She took a key from her breast pocket and unfastened his penile restrainer. His cock lurched upright. Jessica giggled at its urgency. “What have you been thinking about?” She asked wickedly. Knowing full well what the screen above his head showed. “Have you been
watching my feet?” she said in mock indignation. She looked up at the screen. Nurse Brandy’s big black bare feet were there. Nurse Brandy had slipped off her sandals and was wiggling her toes. “Nurse Brandy gives great footjobs I’m told. Have you ever had a footjob off her?”

Thomas could hardly breathe, let alone speak or answer.

Nurse Jessica turned his head to face her. “I said. Has nurse Brandy ever made you cum by rubbing your penis between her soft pink soles. Hmmmm?” Thomas shook his head. “Would you like me to rub your cock with my feet?” Thomas nodded. “You would?” He nodded more insistently. “Tights on or off?” she asked. Thomas gulped.

“Off please.”

Jesscica giggled. “Off it is.” She stepped away from the bed and started to remove her shoes. She bent over, showing white panties through her tights as she unlaced her shoes. She slipped them off then reached up to pull down the waist band of her tights. She slid the tights down her legs and off her feet. She pretended to be horrified at the sweat on the footsoles. “Look at this will ya? Look at the mess on these soles.” She showed him the sole. Then she
pressed it to his nostrils, “How do they smell, a bit cheesy ehhh?” Thomas inhaled and his cock lurched. All this time Jessica hadn’t even touched it. “Just wait there while I fetch a chair” she instructed.

She padded barefoot across the romm to fetch a high stool. She moved the chair alongside the bed and sat down smiling. “Ready then?” she asked teasingly. Thomas nodded. Jessica placed her feet in his groin and bent her toes inward to touch the sides of his cock. The nails were a delightful cherry red. The pads of her toes touched his cock flesh.

“Oooohhh!! It’s warm.” she said, pressing her toes firmly to its sides. She
pressed her heels downward and slid her toes up. Thomas jumped. The buzzer sounded. Jessica withdrew her feet, “Oohhh, what a shame, time up already. She made to leave.

“Unless, unless you want to trade for another ten minutes with my feet on your cock.” She had her bare feet in his lap again. Not touching him, just wiggling nearby. “Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes.”

Jessica hopped down from the stool and moved to the top of the bed. Her index finger on her right hand pressed the little button to signal another trade and another ten minutes. This was number nineteen of twenty.

Jessica leaned toward Thomas’s face and smiled, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. She looked into his eyes. He stared back. She smiled.

She got back on the stool and lifted her chubby little feet into his lap. She began touching his cock with her toes, tap, tap, tap, tap, batting it back and forth. Then she took to sliding one foot at a time under his balls, where she could juggle them by wiggling her toes up and down. Moving her chair to a different position, she could rest her heels on his belly and stroke the soles over the blood engorged head of his cock. She made light tantalising passes,
keeping him hard, keeping him mad, but not getting him over the edge. Next, she pumped the head of his cock between the sides of her feet. She worked no more than an inch at the head of his cock, with slow pumping movements that kept him ready to cum, but stopped him ejaculating. She alternated between nudging his balls with her toes, batting his cock side by
side, sliding her sole over the head, and wanking the top inch. Thomas felt he was on the verge of coming when the buzzer sounded again.

“Not again” Jessica moaned. “Don’t you want to come?” she scolded. Thomas wanted to cum more than anything else. “You can have one more trade but that’s your lot then.” She said a matter of factly. Thomas begged her to finish him off. Jessica laughed at the double meaning. “Oh, this’’ll finish you off alright” she said chuckling. She pressed the button again and noted the indicator flash 20. Even now preparations were being made for the surgery that would end this man’s life within the hour. She would assist. She fetched a tube of KY Jelly.

Standing at the side of Thomas’s bed she flipped open the lid of the KY Jelly and squeezed a generous dollop into her chubby palm. Smiling gleefully she rubbed her hands together, working the jelly into her palms and onto her fingers. Looking Thomas straight in the eye she reached out her little right hand to encircle the base of his stiff cock. She closed her fingers around the swollen shaft and gently squeezed. Thomas jumped as if she had given
him an electric shock. Jessica grinned openly before bringing her left hand forward. She slid her left hand under Thomas’s swollen balls, until they rested on her slippery palm. She closed her left hand slightly, cupping Thomas’s balls posessively.

Thomas was open mouthed as the wanton girl began gently squeezing and releasing his testicles. Meanwhile, she changed her right hand grip so that she was holding his shaft between thumb and forefinger. She began to work his foreskin up and down. She pumped him rapidly, wanting to get it over with. Her hand flew up and down Thomas’s cock, while her finger below his balls edged forward and she sunk a tip into his anal opening. She played with his anus as she pumped him, forcing a thick jet of frothing cum to leave his cockhead. Thomas groaned. She smiled. She pumped him three more times then let go. She turned and pressed the button again.

This would change the nutrient feeds he was being given to a chemical ballance that would ready him for surgery. The chemicals paralysed him. There was no anaesthetic. He would be helpless, motionless and in agony throughout the operation until he died. To preserve the organs his body had to be kept alive for the twelve hour op. Only after that would he be disconnected from life support and left to die in dwindling agony. Nurse Jessica slipped her shoes back on and dropped her tights in the bin on the way out. She was whistling as she walked up the corridor.