Out Foxed by Fox novel Chapter 9

After being dragged away from Ella, the gag still firmly in his mouth and his asshole burning from Fox's anal rape, Ander allowed himself to slump in his guard's hands, forcing them to drag him. Although he picked up his feet to keep the skin from being scraped off, he didn't make their job easy.

Ahead of him, Nurse Mendel stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows. "Well if he can't walk, then carry him," she said briskly, and then turned around and continued.

The bigger soldier shrugged and picked Ander up over his shoulder, which was humiliating. Ander had always considered himself to be a fairly big guy, definitely strong, but this particular soldier had about twice his mass. The only sop to Ander's pride was that the soldier didn't seem to be having a particularly easy time carrying him. For a moment he considered waiting for the soldier to tire out and then struggling and escaping... but there was the other soldier to consider. Not to mention that he had no idea where Ella was. And Emilia was with Jackson. She wasn't his responsibility, but he couldn't handle the idea of just leaving her here, but going up against Jackson would be a suicide mission. So he just hung there like a piece of meat, feeling even lower about himself.

Feeling fluid trickling down the back of his thigh, Ander shuddered. He suddenly realized that his focus on escape was a way to help his mind ignore everything that had just happened. Not only had he raped Ella, but then he'd been raped himself and been forced to fuck her again. And both times had felt good.

The second time had, in some ways, felt even better, which made everything worse. Ander didn't like anal sex. He'd experimented with other men because it had seemed expected at his school, not because he'd been particularly interested, and he'd stopped as soon as he could do so without looking like a prig. The mitigating factor must have been that he was already inside Ella's soft, warm pussy while Fox was fucking his ass, but it still didn't make him feel much better. To Ander's mind, he shouldn't have gotten hard at all, much less been able to cum.

Ahead of them, he heard a door opening, and then they were passing through a doorway. He didn't know it, but Ander was in a room nearly identical to the one Ella had been taken to, except that instead of a padded table in the center of the room there was a large frame with wooden slats and bars that could be adjusted for whatever was needed. The frame itself could be set horizontal, vertical, or tilted at an angle and then locked into place; it could even bend in half, forcing whatever unlucky person was attached to it to also bend over.

"Secure him, please," Nurse Mendel said. Ander's body tensed and then he forced himself to relax again; there was no point in fighting back right now. He'd only lose and probably be in a worse position than before.

The soldier set him down in front of the frame, the other one immediately stepping forward to grab Ander's wrist and push it above his head. They attached him to the cuffs on the frame so that his limbs formed the shape of an X and shortened the length of the chains attaching the cuffs to the frame so that there was no slack for him to move. Then they put two slats on the frame, one in front of his chest and the other behind his back, at about the same level. The reason for this became clear a moment later when the frame was bent in half and Ander was forced to bend forward at the waist.

The wooden slats across his chest and back kept his body from sagging, forcing his ass up in the air and he had a moment of panic as his vulnerability was reemphasized. That panic only subsided when both of the male soldiers stepped back and took up positions by the door. They were there to guard him or in case Nurse Mendel needed him, not to inflict further indignities on his leaking asshole.

He made a noise behind his gag, wanting the Nurse to remove it. Turning his head he looked at her pleadingly. Smiling at him, she patted his cheek.

"I think it's best if the gag stays in, Toy. That way no one will be subjected to any useless pleading."

Ander groaned. His jaw was beginning to ache from having the gag in it and he was constantly having to swallow to keep from drooling. It was not at all comfortable. Then again, neither was any other part of his body, so why should that be any different? Maybe because Nurse Mendel hadn't seemed that intimidating to him. Maybe because she was treating him with more caution than Fox had. After all, if it wasn't for the fact that he was restrained and there were two soldiers in the room, he could easily overpower her, even as exhausted as he was.

The nurse went through the same injection of the tracker and explanation that Doctor Wolcott had given Ella, although Ander wouldn't know that until later when he and Ella compared notes. Every time he looked up at Nurse Mendel, she gave him a little smile but it was looking more and more like a smirk than an actual smile. As if she was enjoying having a big, brawny man at her mercy. Ander looked away.

She ran her hands over his back, massaging his muscles and he couldn't help but groan. It felt good to have the tension smoothed away somewhat. Then her hands moved down to his lower back and onto his buttocks and he tensed all over again as she moved behind him.

Gentle fingers massaged the rim of his anus, and he gritted his teeth around the gag at the reminder as her fingers made a sloppy, wet sound from Fox's cum.

"Looks like we're going to need to clean you out back here," she said, cheerfully. Ander's stomach dropped. He didn't understand what she meant, but his imagination couldn't come up with anything pleasant. And there was nothing he could do, although he automatically jerked at the restraints. The frame rattled but didn't give in the slightest. It went against Ander's very nature to be trapped like this, but there was nothing he could do about it... and that fact grated.

He couldn't see what was happening, although he could hear all sorts of strange sounds, but Nurse Mendel was pulling a hose up from a special floorboard and attaching a long nozzle to the end of it. The nozzle was about four inches long and slightly tapered, made of a special material that had been specifically designed for the use it was about to be put to.

All Ander knew was when something hard pressed against his anal hole, too stiff and unyielding to be denied. With his legs far apart and attached to the legs of the frame, it was nearly impossible for him to clench his buttocks closed anyway; there was nothing he could do but pull uselessly at his restraints as Nurse Mendel fed the tube into his asshole. Once it was firmly lodged inside, she pressed a button on the hose, and the base of the nozzle, just inside Ander's opening, expanded into a little round ball, making it impossible for him to expel. He could feel the sudden change in the nozzle and he groaned as that part of his tunnel stretched and protested.