No Chains Shall Bind Me (The Good Doctor's Tales Folio Seven) Read Free Page A

anything, as far as Gail could tell.  All three of the women moved, groping, in a slow languid motion, rubbing themselves against her, up and down and around, lost in the sensations of their bodies, blissful expressions on their faces.  All three of them looked like they wouldn ’t care if the end of the world came marching through their room with blaring trumpets.
    Gail wanted out, but getting out wasn ’t easy.  The three others tried to cling to her, to continue their mindless sensual rubbing.  Stoned, drunk, something, maybe just flat out crazy, but they continued rubbing their nude bodies against her, in some kind of mindless masturbation, completely lost to anything else and anything Gail did.  Gail pulled away anyway.  It was the worst, somehow, when the witch bitch tried to hold on to her, murmuring little sounds of pleasure and trying to stroke her even as Gail pulled loose.  Gail would have lost her lunch right then, if she had any lunch left in her to lose.  She scrambled out from under them and fell out of the bed, going over the bed rails head first, her legs still trapped under the pile of writhing women.  She rolled to the floor and banged her left ankle on the windowsill, but she got herself loose, finally, shaking with reaction.
    The glow, thank heavens, stayed back in bed with the women.
    The world had gone crazy.  She wanted out of here, away from these half-crazed women.  All three of them, but somehow the witch bitch was the worst.  The others were at least young, but the witch bitch was decrepit.  Old, sagging, with blotched skin and baggy empty tits.  Someone like that should never be seen naked, much less flushed with lust.  Unnatural, some kind of abomination, like seeing her own mother in bed with a man.  Yeah, old people still got it on and got naked, or so she had heard, but it was a different thing to see it in person.  Yes, but ‘even in person’ would be better than seeing the old bag with two other women in a bed, all trying to do it to her .
    “What the hell is going on here?” Gail said.  The women didn ’t answer her.  Their eyes just followed her from the bed, flush faced, blank and mindless, still writhing against each other.  The three had been groping each other on top of her!  While she was asleep!  “Far freaking out,” Gail said.
    She realized, finally, that the women themselves gave off the glow.  Even after her panicked escape, something in her mind still pulled futilely on the glow.  The faces of the three groping women stayed flushed, lips parted and breathing heavy in the grip of their lust.
    Gail fled, gorge trying to come up once again.  She edged around the hospital bed with the three women, nearly tripped over the rolling table and the big old cushioned chair behind the table.  Then she was free on the other side.  She stuck her head out the door and into a hall that reminded her more of a nursing home than a hospital.
    No, the place had to be a hospital hall, Gail decided.  An antiseptic corridor with tile floors and wide doors every ten feet or so lay before her.  Could this be some hospital ’s long-term care wing?  This certainly wasn’t University Hospital.
    “Hey!  Anybody out there?  What ’s going on?”  A sudden bustling of voices echoed from some kind of an open area to the left.  She pulled her head back into the room and let the voices bustle over to her.  She backed toward a far wall, suspicious that the madwomen might try to pull her back into the bed.  The three hadn’t left the bed, though, and hadn’t tried to reach for her.
    She understood all this before she looked, because whatever the glow was, she still sensed it when she turned away.  Somehow, she sensed what those women were doing.  Or at least, she did if she trusted the glow.  It might be a little while before she did that.  This whole scene was too far out for her.
    Gail was still warily eying the three women when some man came through the door,