Watching her come, I can only stutter and shake my head. Hasn’t my ass been through enough already? But then Mistress Hanson (how can I ever think of her as Heidi, or even Nurse Hanson again?) moves between my locked-wide legs and approaches my vulnerable center. At last I find voice for my insufferably impudent protests.
“No! Please! You can’t do this to me!”
“The hell we can’t,” growls Mistress in response. “According to the papers you signed last night, we not only have power of attorney, granting us free access to all of your considerable assets, we also have unlimited, uncontested rights to your body. In the interests of your complete rehabilitation physical, mental, emotional and s****l, you have allowed us to do anything at all we want to you short of permanent disfigurement or de
