Chapter 5: The Backstory

When I crawled to Sally, too weak and sick to walk, I suspected my end was near. It felt like life and energy was ebbing out of me. I thought I was dying, so I panicked! Throwing caution to the wind, the hell with the consequences, like someone parched, I sucked life giving fluids from Sally’s pussy, my fountain of life. Immediately, I began to feel better, stronger.

My mind cleared. Sally had been gang raped! What was I swallowing? I remember the damp towel now. Sally must have used the emptied water bottle she carried to the bathroom, as a douche bottle! I hope!

Would there be any point in asking? She could only confirm my hopes or fears. Nothing would change reality of what I had already swallowed. Maybe not knowing is better? Take charge! Decide reality for myself! Sally douched away those dregs of society, and is, and was, pristine clean for my pleasure! Good! I’ve convinced myself!

I AM MASTER OF MY OWN MIND!

Mind over matter! If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter! I put the entire doubtful incident out of mind. Doesn’t matter, now! Forget it!

Mounting Sally, I fed her what she craved. Copiously Tirelessly!

When city offices opened, we obtained a license and a Justice of the Peace married us. We spent three days at Niagara Falls honeymooning.

Okay! Round the clock fucking! Never in my life have I ever before, felt so ALIVE! Sally mostly slept. As she promised, she didn’t mind the least, my overly amorous advances. Her mind wasn’t involved or apparently even present.

Intravenous fluids weren’t needed in Niagara Falls. I was all the sustenance Sally needed for these three days, except she occasionally awoke only to pee and to drink some water. Drank considerable water myself, to stave off dehydration! Passing lots of fluids, I was like a high pressure pump. Ejaculating forcibly, with volume, frequently.

My own perspective, while I would prefer a little enthusiasm on her part, I consider this required orientation and training. May as well get accustomed to fucking a mindless body. This is all I can ever expect from Sally! Her lips, nipples and pussy respond very nicely!

Feels much better than masturbating, anyway, even if it’s equally one sided!

Sally doesn’t object to my calling her by names of other women I lust after. Nice! Don’t need to worry about talking in my sleep! Sally has played surrogate for several imagined hotties I fantasize over. She doesn’t object to my watching porno while I’m fucking her, either.

Never critiques my style, or complains I’m neglecting her erogenous zones. Never asks anything for herself. Extremely easy to please, she always orgasms exactly when I ejaculate! She won’t say if she really has orgasms, or if it’s a feeding frenzy? In science, if you can’t tell the difference between stuff, it’s considered the same thing.

Most women would rip your eyes out, if you referred to them as a thing! Sally is a good thing! She doesn’t object to my saying so.

When we returned from our honeymoon, I began organizing our life. Sally hadn’t mentioned bathing in her litany of assistance required. My assumption is, bathing has never been a priority for her. It is for me, especially for the person I’m sleeping with.

Yes, Sally sleeps with me in my bed, and I with her. Her bed now, if hours used defines ownership. She mostly sleeps alone, because it’s twenty four seven sleeping for Sally!

In a used furniture shop, found this old, stout, castored, wooden,, never upholstered, bi arms desk chair. Purchased for te purpose of bathing an unconscious, non-ambulatory Sally. Polyurethane varnish and equipping it with seat belt and a foot rest, converted it to a bath chair, cheaper than any wheelchairs I priced. Yeah, I’m cheap!

The chair was purchased and prepared the day following my cure, and the day preceding our wedding. The very day of our post-honeymoon return, was the chair’s maiden voyage.

While washing Sally’s hair in the shower, it began coming out in fingers in clumps! Sally was bald in almost no time at all!

At first, I wasn’t PLEASED! After some frustrated fuming, I accepted the fact, this would eliminate a lot of maintenance. How much of that idea can be credited to the NDCs? All of it! They made her hair fall out. I merely was clever enough to understand the why. What other labor, energy conservation modifications were the NDCs contemplating?

What modifications are planned for me? This was still early and I had no history with the NDCs to inspire my trusting them.

Looking at bald Sally with less jaundiced eyes, I realize she is lovelier without her unkempt mop of hair. Reminds me of the alien, actress, in Star Trek I the Movie. Very sexy! Yeah, I’m a Treky!

Fresh, clean, bald, and sexy, I was feeding Sally her favorite sausage, when she suddenly wrapped me in her arms and legs and began matching my thrust rhythm perfectly. How could she do that without practice? We never even danced together!

Why does the man lead in classical ball room dancing? Suppose, do you, he could just ask “Can you adapt to, follow my rhythm in bed?”