I don't remember much about being in the nurses station. I think I heard Rose cry out a lot as I attempted to rejoin the noisy living world but then I would drop off again. When I came round properly I noticed Rose's bed was totally empty and had clean, fresh sheets on. There was no trace of her so I began to cry wondering what had happened. As soon as I started to cry a nurse appeared and rammed a needle in my arm and I began to float in a sea of lovely soft warm syrup as I tried to concentrate. I know Ms. Janice appeared, signed some sheets and then told me not to worry and that Rose was fine.

In fact Ms. Janice told me Rose was in the nice warm barn and that I was shortly going to help her out. I perked up at this and Ms. Janice nodded to the nurse and told her, "No matter what no foods for Dido. Oh, and get her cleaned out." The nurse did as she was told and helped to shower and then in a straight forward way simply gave me three quick enemas and carefully lubed me up. The cool gel made me giggle but I then felt her push it some way in which felt weird. Truth be told she smiled when she finished and then tapped me on the ass. I was told to put on a short loose dress and then follow her to see Ms. Janice.

When we arrived at her office, Ms. Janice offered a curt nod and told us to follow her. We did so and the dread in the pit of my stomach bloomed as we reached the terrible barn. I looked at the harsh black bar on the floor and Ms. Janice grinned, "Ohh...silly....the system, it's disarmed.....for now." With a harsh grip on my arm I was dragged over to a heavy cross complete with a heavy, solid steel pole in the appropriate position. The servants fitted me on the cross with the minimum of fuss and the nurse took her time and mounted me on the long, hard, wide pole. I whimpered a bit as the big device entered and stretched me. The entire contraption was then placed so I could see Rose.

I could see the base of the plug buried deep in Rose. The plug thing in her was fucking huge. I grunted as I began to relax and slide down the pole a little. I then had to lift myself up a bit. The door of the room swung open and I felt genuine terror as Ms. Nora in an elegant, black silk suit silently approached us like a big black shark. I could see her eyes and they gleamed. She seemed totally relaxed and at ease as she introduced the man with her. He dropped the big brief case with a loud thunk onto the table and in the silence of the big room, the unsnapping locks sounded as loud as pistol shots. The man was the tatoo artist, happy to see us, he assured us and that he was here to merely teach Rose a little about consequences. He had the air of calm professional tasked to conduct a minor distasteful (though vital) procedure.