The Perfect Matron

by Dave Hicks

 

Chapter 6

 

1

 

A few days later, an eight year old child, from the Karalan Settlement, was admitted to the hospital, with a high fever. With our lab, Katherine quickly discovered what was wrong with her. She’d be with us for a few days. Her mother would stay in the visitor’s accommodation building.

I placed the child in the second ward. I’d decided, with two wards available, I’d keep slaves and outside patients separate. I liked the idea of the nursing area being centrally located between the wards and the intensive care unit. It meant they were all within a few paces of the nurse’s station.

After a search on the computer, I managed to locate the people who’d embedded the lights under Yvonne’s skin. With a suitable amount of money transferred to them, I was given the access codes to the controller. It was a simple matter then, to type the codes into my computer. Using transducer, I was finally able to turn off the lights completely. Yvonne was very pleased about that.

 

2

 

Next day, while I was in town, Katherine, Beth and Angela sat and talked in the restaurant.

"I thought I’d talk to you both first," she informed them, "before and if I tell others. Grace and Paula are so fiercely loyal to David, I don’t want what I have to say to be misunderstood. It has to do with David and the hospital."

They nodded for her to continue.

"I'm concerned about what might become of us," Katherine told them, "should anything should happen to David."

"Is anything likely to?" asked Angela.

"How can we know?" replied Katherine, with a shrug. "Anything’s possible."

"What should we do?" asked Beth.

"Apart from Grace," Katherine explained, "only you know I'm David’s slave too. As a slave, I'm constrained by the same hard programming you are. I can’t do anything against her will."

"What would happen if David fell in love with a normal person?" inquired Angela. "That person may not want to keep us - or the hospital. We’d be sold and disposed."

"But that would be terrible," said Beth. "We’d lose everything."

"Yes, we would," nodded Angela. "And the way David looks now, every man in the world will want her - and women too."

"I don’t want you to panic," Katherine said kindly to Beth. "I’m pretty certain it would never happen, but we need to be sure."

"But David loves the hospital," remarked Beth. "She loves being the Matron."

"I’m not sure," said Katherine, thoughtfully. "That’s one of the things that concerns me. He didn’t choose to be a woman. In a way, it happened by accident."

"I don’t understand," stated Angela. "How can someone be a woman by accident?"

"She had an accident a few years ago that screwed up her genetic structure," replied Katherine. "That’s what turned her into a woman. What I did was let her genetics determine how she looks now."

She paused.

"One of my worries," Katherine continued, cupping her hands under her breasts, "was; once David became a complete woman, she’d no longer find these great breasts of mine attractive. Thankfully, that’s not the case."

"Do you think she might change her mind about us and the hospital?" asked Beth.

"I wish I could say; no," answered Katherine, "but I can’t, with any certainty. David came here to get away from everything. She’s had some big changes in her life recently and I don’t know for sure what effects they’re having on her. But - there again, I could be worrying unnecessarily. I hope so."

"You know we’ll help," Angela said to Katherine, "no matter what you decide." "Yes," agreed Beth kindly. "I’d love to breast feed her. I dream about it sometimes. Do you think it might help keep her happy? I’m sure she likes my breasts and I would enjoy doing feeding her."

"Thank you, Beth," Katherine smiled unsurely at Beth. "But I don’t think that’ll necessary at the moment."

"Oh," said Beth, a little disappointed. "Okay. You know best, I'm sure."

"If I think of something," said Katherine, "I’ll let you both know immediately. But for the time being - I don’t want you both to worry about it too much. She’s got some things she’s toying with regarding slave agents and dealers. That will keep her occupied for a while. I’m sure everything will work out okay."

 

3

 

Next day, Magda’s granddaughter arrived. Her name was Tanya. Luckily, Magda had already firmly explained to her the need to never mention she was a relative. My concern regarding Grace’s adverse reaction to Tanya was eased. Even though Grace and Paula were slaves, it didn’t seem to bother Tanya in the slightest. She spent much most of her time with the two, than in her own ward. Now I had three noisy teenagers to contend with. Paula received her arms that day.

The Karalan child was recovering fast. I found Linda, her mother, to be a pleasant, caring woman. She was delighted with the accommodation we’d provided for her, even thought she’d made little use of it - preferring to be with her daughter most of the time. Another Karalan woman from the settlement arrived - very pregnant. The ward was starting to get busy.

Katherine had mentioned her concerns about various staff members overworking. It appeared to me; I needed to buy more slaves - with the various skills we needed for the hospital. I talked it over with Katherine.

Katherine agreed with me.

"I have no doubt," she said, "if we were running at full capacity, we’d never cope. As I said before; the staff have got to have time off or they’ll all go mad - including us."

"I agree," I smiled, "So what sort of skills do we need?"

She started counting on her fingers.

"Nurses," she smiled. "You and Paula wouldn’t be enough for two wards, an intensive care unit and emergency, twenty four hours a day. Not if we start taking in more Karalan people and others."

I nodded.

"Cleaners," she continued. "There’s simply no way Yvonne can keep this place clean on her own - even though she works so hard. Even with the others helping. We’d need someone to help Beth with the food. And at least one person to look after the grounds outside the buildings. Grace would need a clerk to help her in administration and records. I need a doctor and a therapist, so I can devote myself more to laboratory work."

She smiled.

"The therapist is going to be a problem though," she grinned. "We don’t want one that’s madder than the people she treats. Angela needs help too, in Engineering, with general maintenance around the place. She’s done a wonderful job so far, but she has to look after the waste treatment and power plants as well. The place still hasn’t recovered from what the builders did to the trees and plants. I’d like to start putting some nice, permanent, paths around the buildings. And an ornamental pond between the office and the restaurant, perhaps."

I thought for second.

"It ends up quite a list," I remarked. "About another ten people, do you think?"

"About that - I'd say," she nodded.

"Do they all have to be slaves?" I asked.

"I would dearly love it if they were," she replied. "For a start, we can trust them. And normal people don’t need rescuing from the dealers and buyers."

"That’s true."

"I guess the greatest difficulty is going to be; getting slaves with medical skills," she remarked thoughtfully.

"I’ll give the job of locating them to Grace," I laughed. "When I comes to finding things on the computer - she’s like a starving rat in a sewer system,. She’ll find them, if they exist at all."

 

4

 

Grace found some slaves to help run the hospital. She’d been a busy little computer rat, over the last few days.

The same day, Katherine received a summons from the Karalan Synod. There was no explanation - just a command to be there immediately. When we arrived, they certainly treated me differently. One look at my stunning form, almost shocked the life out of them.

"Katherine," said the head woman, with icy sweetness, "we’ve received word - you’ve created a Karalan hospital without the approval of the Synod."

"Wrong," smiled Katherine in reply. "I’ve created a private hospital. And at the request of our local priestess and the Director of the Settlement, I’ve been generous enough to treat Karalan church members. Those dear sisters of ours, who might otherwise not have been so well attended - by the normal public medical system."

She placed a copy of the government hospital certification on the table before them.

"As you can see," Katherine continued, "the hospital has been assessed as a research hospital of the highest possible standard. Strangely, I see no mention of the Karalan church, on the certificate."

"It’s absolutely obvious, you’ve used cosmetic surgery on your husband," some other woman remarked angrily. "Or are you going to tell us it happened by magic? That practice goes directly against the tenants of the church - as you very well know. How can you answer that charge?"

"My husband had a pre-existing condition, he’d contracted whilst in space, causing radiation sickness," Katherine replied confidently. "Our priestess was advised of it, quite a while ago. The form you see him in now - is the direct result of the treatment rectify that condition. I am prepared to hand over to the Synod, complete documentation of the procedures I’ve used. A competent and impartial medical specialist will corroborate my claim. And I assure you they will."

A woman not on the panel last time we were summoned, burst out laughing.

"She gets it from her mother," she grinned. "That women could argue the hind leg off a mule. No doubt Katherine’s inherited the ability. Personally, I think the Synod is wasting its time, with this line of questioning. Perhaps instead, we should be begging to be allowed to use her hospital too, instead of trying to show how important we are. If I get sick, I know where I’ll want to go for treatment. Especially if I ever have a pre-existing condition involving radiation sickness I'd contracted whilst in space."

 

5

 

After our meeting with the Synod, I took delivery of my new slaves at the agent’s office. The slaves had been selected from dealers all over the country. After a quick inspection, Katherine seemed happy with them. There were ten of varying ages. An accountant, a hygiene specialist, a cleaner, a doctor, two nurses, a cook, a technician and a gardener. It appeared none of them had been mutilated in any way. I ordered them to obey Katherine, for the time being. I purchased a bus to carry them home and let her take them shopping. I took the car home alone. Katherine could drive the bus. That number of noisy and excited females in the confines of a single bus, was something I'd rather not endure. The bus would come in handy later.

When they arrived home, Katherine, Beth and Grace helped the new slaves settle into the slave community housing I'd had built, by the lake. Later, Katherine and I talked about them.

"It’s all worked out pretty well," she informed me. "We talked through quite a few things, on they way home."

"I can imagine," I smiled. "I bet you were all talking at the same time."

She smiled at me sympathetically but didn’t respond.

"I was so frightened when you told them to obey me," she said. "I felt like I’d become one of the enemy. Suddenly, I was responsible for them. Now I know a little of how it must feel for you. It must be very hard. I’m glad you released them from my control, when we got home."

"I’m sorry about that," I said. "I thought I would make things easier for you."

"I appreciate why you did it," she smiled. "It would’ve become quite chaotic otherwise. Ten women let loose in a shop? A truly frightening sight."

"So," I asked, "what are they like?"

She sighed.

"Where do I start?" she asked herself. "The doctor’s good. She’s had a lot of experience in general hospital - just what we need. The nurses you’re going to have to sort out for yourself but they seem okay. I’m sure the rest of them will settle in fine too. They don’t appear to have experienced the sort of trauma the others have. That’s a good thing."

Katherine told me all their names and I immediately forgot most of them. However, I did remember my new nurses were called Hanna and Lisa. I didn’t bother to try to discover what crimes they’d committed. Somehow, it didn’t seem so important this time. Should they exhibit any unacceptable tendencies, I could easily order them to behave differently.

"That member of the Synod who stuck up for you," I mentioned. "Who was she?"

"I’m not sure," replied Katherine thoughtfully. "I have a vague memory of her when I was a lot younger. She may be a relative of my mother - perhaps a sister or something. Dad was pretty prolific. I’d like to find out more about her. She didn’t seem like the rest of the dried out old crones."

"I think we may have a friend there, sweetheart," I remarked. "It’s just a feeling."

"You may be right, my love," she smiled.

 

6

 

The next few days seemed almost uneventful. Grace and Sonya both got on well in the office. Beth, Angela and Yvonne were very glad of the help they now had. We admitted two women from the Karalan Settlement. They left a few days later. The Karalan child had recovered and she and her mother went home - very grateful for what we’d done for them.

My nurses, Hanna and Lisa knew their jobs well and settled easily into the work. Neither of them were young - both seemed about forty years of age. Lisa was slim but Hanna had a plump figure and a nice big bosom. Katherine joked to me about my liking for big bosoms. Somehow, I had the feeling she was testing me out about it. She already knows I find Beth’s ample figure attractive and I think she sees Beth as some sort of competition. She did warn me - she’s a possessive woman.

Ellen the doctor, was slim, shapely and athletic. About thirty five years of age and didn’t quite know what to make of my looks.

"You really don’t look anything like a Matron should look," she remarked, with a grin. "Much too beautiful. I knew a Matron who could cook steak by breathing on it."

"I knew her," I answered. "She had a face like a bashed in manhole cover, the personality of a tax collector and the attitude of a dog with rabies. She had all the nurses terrified. Even the doctors were afraid of her - especially the young ones. She had a lot of facial hair too - as I remember. Big woman - same shape as a wardrobe. The name Agnes rings a bell."

"Yes, that’s the one," said Ellen, with a laugh. "She was the first Matron I ever worked with. I was straight out of medical school. Alas, so young and impressionable, in those days. It’s permanently twisted my concept of what Matrons should be like, forever."

"She ended up in an institution for the criminally insane."

"Did she go mad?" Ellen asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh no," I replied, pretending to be serious. "She was the Director. They had a mass escape on the first day she was there."

"All the prisoners?"

"None of the prisoners," I laughed. "It was the staff that escaped. One prisoner did manage to bite through her own throat and died a relatively peaceful death - compared to the others, that is."

We laughed for a while, then Ellen became thoughtful.

"I really do agree with what Katherine’s doing here," she said, becoming serious. "So do the others I've talked to."

"She’ll be glad to hear that," I remarked. "I’m glad too. We’ve all got important jobs to do. We’re doing what little we can to help."

"We’ve all heard stories," she continued, "and some of us have seen some pretty terrible things since we’ve been slaves."

"Talk to Grace," I said. "Talk to any of the slaves who were here before you arrived."

"I already have," Ellen answered. "Some of them. I’ve talked to Grace and Paula - that was enough to curl my toenails. If a dealer walked in here right now, Katherine would have to hold a competition among us - just to decide who’d be first to hold the scalpel. I’ll show them how to remove body parts."

"Katherine’s working on some plans for the dealers," I informed her. "And some of the bastards who buy slaves and abuse them."

"I hope I can be part of whatever she decides," she smiled grimly.

"Thanks, Ellen," I smiled.

"I made one really bad mistake in my life," she said, "but I was always tried a good person. I’ve tied to be a good doctor and help people - the best I know how."

"I’m sure you have."

"Becoming a slave opened my eyes to a lot of things. Things I didn’t want to see, in the past."

"I’m glad you’re here," I told her.

"Me too," she smiled.

 

7

 

Paula got her legs and Tanya received her leg also. Grace was walking and getting better every day. She made a big ceremony of handing over her electric wheelchair to Paula, draping it with strips of colored paper. Now wearing her crisp, white, nurse’s uniform, Paula sped around the hospital, running errands and into everything. I thought of putting some for of speed control on the wheelchair. The idea was met with such a howl of protest from both Paula and Grace, I decided against it. And if anyone needed something in an emergency - Paula was the quickest way to get it.

Tanya had become firm friends with Grace and Paula. Their time together in the ward and the similarity in ages, had a lot to with it. I had a conversation with Tanya.

"I’m going to be sorry to leave here," Tanya admitted. "Everyone’s been wonderful. I don’t see as much of Paula now she’s working."

"You seem to get on with Grace and Paula very well," I commented.

"Oh yes," she smiled. "They’re great."

"They’re slaves." I reminded her.

"What’s that got to do with it?" she responded abruptly.

"Not a thing," I smiled. "Not everyone feels the way you and I do about slaves."

"I know that," she said. "And they’re stupid ones - not the slaves. Slaves are people. It’s so wrong what they do to them. You and Katherine never do bad things to slaves."

"No," I replied. "We always try not to."

"That’s what I thought."

"So what will you do now?" I asked. "You’ve got you leg back. You’ll have full use of it, in a few weeks."

"I want to work here," she replied. "I’m going to ask Katherine later. Do think she’ll agree?"

"I don’t know, Tanya."

 

8

 

A week later, although we had no one in the slave ward, the general ward had become quite busy, with Karalan people. Both Paula and Grace were walking now, although Paula was still a little unsteady at times. They decided to move into one of the slave houses, on their own.

When I arrived at home from an evening in the ward, Katherine was sitting up in bed with a book. She watched me closely while I removed my uniform and underwear.

"I can’t help wondering," she remarked, "where I’d be now, if I looked like you do. It’s amazing. At times, I still can’t believe how heartbreaking, stunningly, beautiful you are."

I climbed into bed beside her and turned on my side and pressed my head against her breast.

"Ellen has the same problem," I grinned. "She told me I wasn’t ugly enough to be a Matron."

Katherine affectionately stroked my breasts.

"No human has the right to look as good as you do," she smiled. "You’re too perfect."

"I use a good soap," I replied. "And I'm prepared to share my secret of youth and beauty with anyone - for an ample consideration."

She ignored me.

"I’ve always considered myself to be very heterosexual," she related. "Women have never attracted me - still don’t. But my reaction to you is so different."

"Do you think perhaps - it’s because I looked like a man when you met me?"

"I’ve thought about that," she replied. "You may be right. You’re David, my lover. I guess it doesn’t matter what body you’ve got - you’re still you inside. Aren’t you? Even when you look the way you do."

I started sucking her nipple.

"Mm," she said. "I love it when you do that. Are you getting any milk?"

"Mm," I nodded, continuing to suck.

She stroked my head gently.

"I can take hormones so I make more," she said. "If you want me to."

I let go of her nipple and looked at her.

"Why would you do that, sweetheart?" I asked.

"I thought you might like it."

I lay on my back beside again.

"Would you like to tell me what’s worrying you," I said.

"I’m being silly."

"You could tell me anyway," I smiled encouragingly.

"Perhaps you won’t find me attractive anymore," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because," she said reluctantly, "you’ve got lots of slaves to pick from now."

"But they aren’t you," I assured her. "And it’s you I love."

"What about Beth? She’s got big milky boobs. She’d love to put you on her breast. She told me so. And Hanna’s a big woman too."

"Not as big as you," I said.

Tears were trickling down her cheeks. I reached for a tissue on the table beside me and wiped her face.

"I want you to love me for more than just my enormous breasts," she said.

"I do," I replied. "I love Katherine. My Katherine."

"True?"

"Yes," I smiled. "I might be a woman now but I'm still married to you. You’re my wife. I know I did the wrong thing having your breasts enlarged and I’ll never feel good about that. But I don’t just love you because of your breasts. Sure, I’m attracted to your breasts - but it’s you I love. The person inside the body."

She took my hand and held it tightly.

"Thank you," she said. "Sometimes I get frightened. I guess I loose the plot, at times."

"It’s okay," I smiled. "You won’t ever loose me."

"Thank you."

 

9

 

The morning after, two new slaves Casey and Olivia joined our growing throng. Casey had horrific burns and Olivia was anorexic. Both would be staying in the slave ward for a while until they recovered.

I was in my office later that morning, doing the hated paperwork, when Katherine entered and slumped into an armchair.

"Not happy?" I asked.

"It’s Ingrid - Beth’s assistant cook," she answered. "She’s drunk. I admitted her to the intensive care unit and sedated her. I have a suspicion she may be a chronic alcoholic."

"We can handle it," I smiled, get up from my desk and sitting in an armchair opposite her.

Katherine held my hand.

"I know," she nodded. "It’s a disappointment - that’s all. We’ve been so lucky with all the new people so far. Everything was going so well. I should’ve known something would go wrong - sometime."

"So what are we going to do about her?"

"I’m going to keep her sedated for a few days," she replied. "Give her body a chance to recover. Then - I don’t know. You’re our resident therapist. I guess it’s your problem after that."

I smiled at her.

"When was the last time we went for a walk beside the lake?" I asked her.

"Ages ago," she answered.

"Come on then," I said, rising from my chair. "I haven’t seen a giant squid in ages."

"But - there is work to do here," she argued, weakly.

"I bet the work can wait," I told her.

She rose from her chair and gave me a hug.

"You’re absolutely right," she smiled.

 

10

 

When we returned from the lake, we had a visitor. It’s was the woman from the Karalan Synod. We met in Katherine’s office.

"I’m sorry I’ve arrived unannounced," Bennita smiled. "I had to come and see your hospital for myself."

I decided she and Katherine would be better off alone. Katherine would let me know what it was all about.

"I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness, Bennita," I said, excusing myself from their company, "I have my patients to attend to. I hope you understand."

"I fully understand," Bennita nodded. "Perhaps we could talk later?"

"Are you staying for dinner?" I ventured.

"That would be lovely, David," Bennita replied amicably. "Thank you."

Katherine smiled and gave me a conspiratorial wink and smile. When I comes to the intrigue of the Karalan religion, I leave it all in Katherine’s capable hands.

I went back to my office and used my computer to continue my research in the pharmaceutical companies that used Beth and others, as a test subjects. I wanted to find the actual people responsible - not just some faceless identity hiding behind a company name. But I needed to proceed extremely carefully. Luckily, as the representative of an accredited research establishment, my access to these places was a little easier than it would’ve been for most people.

 

11

 

"I’m you true aunt," Bennita told Katherine. "Your mother and I had the same true mother. We were sisters."

"That’s wonderful," Katherine cried.

"Normally, I try not to involve myself too much with the mysterious workings of the Karalan Synod," Bennita explained. "But when one of them mentioned; you were a survivor of the Nairobi massacre, it raised a long held hope in me. I had to see you for myself - just to be sure. It was wonderful news."

"And are you sure I'm you niece?"

"Very much so," Bennita smiled. "You’re so like my sister - and myself. Stubborn, willful and very smart. You look so much like her too. There’s no mistaking those eyes - I've got a pair just like them. Apparently, it runs in the family."

Katherine stared at Bennita.

"Oh heavens," she cried. "I’ve suddenly realized who you are."

"Have you?" Bennita asked, with amusement.

"You’re the High Priestess - aren’t you? You’re the boss lady?"

"Yes I am"

 

12

 

Bennita, Katherine and I had a quiet meal at the main house that evening.

"It’s remarkable what you’ve achieved here," Bennita commented. "The hospital is a lot larger than I expected. And it’s completely run by slaves."

"We have David to thank for that," Katherine smiled at me, touching my hand briefly.

"It’s quite remarkable what you did with David - I might add," Bennita smiled.

"She did that all by herself," said Katherine. "It’s purely genetic."

"That’s what we’ve been told," Bennita laughed. "Although I found it hard to believe initially. I took your report from the Synod - with your name deleted - and had it examined by an independent medical expert. The best there is. Someone who really knows what they’re talking about. I couldn’t trust the Synod to find someone good enough to review your work properly. I’ve informed them - I am satisfied with your explanation. They won’t dare argue with me on that."

"And?" asked Katherine. "What did the expert say?"

"He said his first reaction was one of shock," Bennita grinned. "Followed by bewilderment, amazement, and admiration. He informed me - the work you did is the most advanced he’d ever encountered. He desperately wants to talk to you sometime. I said I'd ask you first."

"Thank you, Bennita," Katherine smiled.

"I assure you, Katherine," Bennita continued, "he’s not a man who’d ever give praise lightly. He doubted if five experts worldwide, could truly appreciate what you’d achieved here. Naturally, I’ve asked him to tell no one of your discoveries. He’s returned the report and assured me he’s made no copies of it. I have it with me - to give to you."

"What I've done isn’t really all that clever," said Katherine. "I'm very fortunate to have one of the finest research laboratories in the country."

"Even so," she smiled. "It appears you’ve achieved great things in the field of genetic re-growth engineering. Grace, your secretary, told me you made her new arms and legs."

Katherine turned to me and smiled.

"Grace has a big mouth," she joked.

"I never doubted that," I replied. "Not for a moment. I’ll have a talk to her later."

 

13

 

Katherine and Bennita left the dining room and sat in the lounge. I quickly tidied the dining room and kitchen and joined them for drinks.

"Which brings me to the real reason for my visit," she announced, with a sad smile, after we were all comfortable.

"Yes?" said Katherine. "I was wondering when you’d get to that."

Bennita smiled sadly.

"It’s rather a long and somewhat complicated story," Bennita explained. "I hope you’ll both bear with me."

Katherine nodded.

"I saw the recording of your first meeting with the Synod," Bennita said.

She took a sip from the drink beside her.

"A long time ago," Bennita continued, "I briefly met a young woman with a surprisingly large breasts. You reminded me of her, for some reason. The more I thought about it - the more I was convinced that young woman was you. Even though your faces were a little different. I searched the church records and found a picture of that young woman - taken those many years ago. It was you - I was so sure of it. I removed the picture - so no one else would ever find it. I made sure there were no other pictures of you anywhere in our records."

Bennita paused for a second.

"Fortunately," she said, "the picture had good enough detail for me to ask a trusted friend to do a retina comparison with it and the recording of you at the meeting with Synod. They were almost the same - not a perfect match - but surprisingly close. He said you’d have to be at least sisters, maybe twins."

Bennita opened her handbag and removed the picture.

"I want you to have this," she said to Katherine. "There are no others."

Katherine took the picture.

"I checked up on that young woman with the big bosom," Bennita related. "Sadly, she’d been sentenced to slavery. No other information past the time of the conviction is available, anywhere - as usual."

Bennita drained her glass. I rose to get them both another. Katherine said nothing - waiting for Bennita to continue. I placed the fresh drinks beside them.

"Whose slave are you, Katherine?" Bennita asked. "This hospital is run by slaves - whose slaves? They can’t be yours, can they? You’re a slave and you’ll always be one."

Katherine burst into teats. I rose and held her against me.

"I’m so sorry," said Bennita, with genuine concern.

"It’ll be okay," I smiled.

 

14

 

"I was given hormones at seven years of age, by my foster mother," Katherine explained. "It screwed around with my body and forced it to undergo premature sexual development. Because of her, I was never able to have children. When I was eight, she started injecting silicone into my breasts,."

"That’s absolutely obscene," said Bennita in disgust.

Katherine looked towards me I smiled at her encouragingly and took her hand in mine. I could see this was difficult for her.

"I was forced to have sex with my foster father until I was eleven. She didn’t want sex with him but she’d have sex with any other male that would have her. The abuse stopped when he was killed in a transport accident."

"Are you sure you want to go on?" I asked her.

Bennita nodded in agreement with my question.

"Yes," replied Katherine.

She gave my hand a squeeze.

"She used to call me ‘her little lady’ - in front of other people. They didn’t know what she meant by that - but I did."

It was painful for her, but she bravely continued.

"Years later, after I became a doctor," Katherine related, "my step mother was admitted to the hospital where I worked. Medical tests showed she had a benign bowel tumor, requiring removal. I saw my chance to get revenge for all she’d done to me. I falsified medical records to show the tumor was malignant. I removed her bowel and diverted the feces into her vagina. No man would ever want to have sex with her after that."

We sat silently for a few minutes.

"It was a terrible thing to do to anyone," Katherine said. "Even an evil woman like her. And it’s so ironic. What they thought was a benign tumor, really was malignant, after all. It had already started to spread to other parts of her body. She only had another few months to live anyway and there was nothing anyone could do about it."

She paused then continued again.

"Even though the operation I did was unethical - to fill her vagina with her own shit - that wasn’t sufficient reason to have me charged with malpractice. Doctors get away with all sorts of incompetence all the time. But my falsifying the medical records was. That’s they convicted me for."

I suggested perhaps it was time we should think about retiring. Bennita agreed. I showed her to a spare bedroom and when I was satisfied she’d be comfortable, I wished her goodnight. When I returned to my own bedroom, Katherine was already soundly asleep.

 

 

 

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