High Priestess

3.1

Stevie saw white, plain, and simple it was white and it was bright and she had to fight hard to open her eyes, and when she did, she wished she hadn't. She could see there was a giant window directly across from the bed she knew damn well that she was tied to. She could see the white examination lights above her, almost like she had been at the dentist. And then by the window was a beige uncomfortable looking couch. Looking around she saw that her dress and her purse were hung up in a little wardrobe and then it finally clicked that she was in a hospital, but it didn't look like an actual hospital. 

She heard the door click open and then she was greeted by two people. She didn't know the woman, but she did register that she was wearing a teal nurse's dress and the white surgical shoes. He, on the other hand, looked very familiar. He was Joe Walsh. Stevie knew that because he was always at the Fleetwood Parties on Friday's. He was also always one of the men that Mick would escort to his office and into his secret room and panic immediately filled her body but she couldn't fight because she felt weak, so incredibly weak. 

"Good Morning, Stephanie. I'm Dr. Joe Walsh this is your nurse Mildred Rashed." Joe walks towards her.

Stevie immediately started to panic and she tried to shake her head and yank at her hands but she couldn't.

"As you probably noticed, you are sedated at the moment. You won't be able to move for a while. One arm is chained to the bed, the other is not. According to Mr. Fleetwood, you went a little batshit crazy and destroyed your house. We didn't want to risk the health or safety of our staff when they brought you in, apparently, you were wild and flailing and screaming the whole time." Joe states.

She just huffs and makes a face at him, because she knows that's not true. The last thing she remembers is her body hitting the floor after Mick threw her against the counter.

"Dr. Walsh, she's probably confused as to where she is." Nurse Rashad states.

"Right, Stephanie you are at the Crossley Institute in Southern California. Your husband sent you here to recuperate after your admission of an extramarital affair and a very heavy near overdose on Cocaine. Mr. Fleetwood said that when he got home, you were at the bottom of the stairs and the entrance to your house looked a mess such as it would if you were searching for your secret stash of cocaine. You're here now to detox off of the cocaine and to rehabilitate you after the affair. We have to make you forget about the man you were seeing. But first, Nurse Rashad give us some privacy I have to perform a test to make sure Mrs. Fleetwood here, doesn't have any diseases as a result of her infidelity." Joe turns to his nurse.

"Yes Sir." Mildred nods before turning on her heel and exiting the room, a soft latch being heard from the door as it closed. 

Once Joe knows Mildred is good and far away he turns to Stevie and her heartbeat quickens because he had a murderous look on his face. 

"So Stephanie, it seems that you've gone and gotten yourself into a little bit of trouble. Well, it turns out...I'm your punishment. Mick said I could do whatever I pleased to you and I think that I'm going to do just that...the night that he announced your engagement I was so going to try and hook up with you. I figured Don and Jimmy had gotten you the prior night and since my best friends had gotten you, well it was my turn.  But No, Mick stuck to you like glue all night and we all know that Mick's girls are off-limits and he announced your marriage. I was pissed off. So now that you're here and Mick's given me free rein I figured what the hell." He smirks pushing a button on her bed that caused it to raise.

Once she was at a decent height for his standards he set up Stirrups and Stevie would've fought hard and maybe even kicked him and she had been able to muster up enough strength. The first thing he did was finger her, and though she cried she just willed herself to picture Lindsey, pretend that it was Lindsey that was fingering her. But when he pulled out a red pillar candle and lit it she started to panic even more. She didn't know where it even came from but it was there and he was lighting it with a match and then he watched it, and she watched it the flick...flick...flickering of the candle and once enough wax was pooled he smirked and let it drip...drip...drip right on her sensitive area and she hissed, her head falling back into the pillow tears streaming down her face, but it was when he blew the candle out and immediately shoved it inside of her that's when the scream finally came out of her mouth because it hurt, and it hurt like hell but she couldn't fight against it because she was sedated and her legs and her arms felt so heavy. 

Once he had enough of hearing her raspy screams he pulled the candle out and then looked between her legs, "Egh a little blood never hurt anybody." 

If the insertion made her stomach hurt, to begin with when he maneuvered her to sit upright and face plant onto his cock it hurt even worse, and though she was crying she sucked him off unwillingly and he finally left her lying in extreme pain and finally uncuffed in the middle of the bed. 

She didn't know what she did to deserve this kind of hell and she was really scared for what was going to happen for the rest of her undetermined stay.