Debbie Gets Pumped (part 3)

Debbie Gets Pumped (part 3)


It was mid morning on Monday when the four men crept up to the back door. Doc inserted the key he had taken from Debbie’s purse Sunday morning. He knew that her husband Jim would be at work and he had called the bank to check on Debi and found that she had called in sick. It had been only a day and a half since Doc and the boys had left Debbie curled up on the kitchen table grunting and moaning with a snake twisting in her bowels and Doc knew that she should be passing the serpent soon. What he had planed for Debi’s next session meant an office visit.

As they entered the kitchen they could hear the sound of a woman grunting hard from somewhere in the house. They walked quietly down the dark hallway and stopped at the bathroom door. Inside they could hear very clearly a long loud distressed female grunt, then a whimper, a moan and finally series of loud farts with the long plunk, plunk, plunk, splat sound of something falling into water then a women’s long painful sigh. Doc turned to the other men and with a large satisfied smile whispered, “Sounds like she finally pooped it out just in time.” He motioned to two of the men to flank the door and then put his finger to his lips to indicate silence.

They heard the toilet flush, the door opened and Debbie staggered out holding her stomach, moaning and looking down at the floor, not expecting there to be anyone in the house let alone four men just outside her bathroom door. As the two men grabbed her by the arms she gasped and looked up with shock and surprise, sucking in so hard that in made a squeaky, rattling sound, her voice still weak from her ordeal the day before. Doc stepped forward out of the shadows into the light coming from the open doorway behind Debbie. She started to speak but was cut short when one of the men pushed a piece of cloth over her mouth and nose, covering it completely. She suddenly went limp as if she had gone to sleep, but her eyes remained wide open still staring directly at Doc. “OK” Doc said, “remove the cloth and put it back in that zip-lock bag. We wouldn’t want any of you to be overcome by that stuff.” The man holding the cloth put it away and zipped the bag shut, saying, “What is that anyway Doc?” “Oh, it’s great stuff. We use it in the O.R. to paralyze the voluntary muscles in a patient so they won’t move around and injure them self during surgery. But I’ve found a wonderful new use for it. You see Debbie is at this moment completely cognoscente; she can see, feel and experience pain. Everything that is happening to her but she can’t move a muscle, not even to scream. Can you honey?” Doc said as he reached under her short cotton flannel nightgown grabbing the catheter tube that was still embedded deep within her bladder and jerked it down hard, making a strange wet sponge like sound deep inside her lower belly. She didn’t seem to react at all. Doc put his face close to hers and turned on a small flashlight directing it into her eyes, then pulled the catheter hard once more and the let out a laugh saying, “Oh yeah, you felt that didn’t you my sweet. I can see you screaming in your eyes. You know sweetheart you really should wear underwear. Then you wouldn’t get your pee-tube pulled” Then he laughed again and told them, “Take her to the car and lets get out of here.

The men carried her out to the car with Doc leading the way and put her between two them in the back seat and Doc drove them the few miles to his office. During the short trip the two men in the back seat couldn’t resist the urge to lift up her nightgown and take turns yanking her pee-tube while watching her face for a reaction. “Wow, did you see that?” One of the men exclaimed, as he pulled hard on the tube, “Hey Doc I think I saw her eyes move.” “Well you didn’t see them actually move. I’ll explain in a minute.” When they arrived at the office she was quickly carried in through the back entrance, down a flight of stairs and into a small basement room. The walls of the room were lined with shinny instruments and in the center was what looked like a birthing chair, which she had used a similar one during the birth of her children. But it looked somehow different. They grabbed her legs and arms and placed her into the seat.