Nancy stared at the paperwork in front of her, not really seeing it. Her mind was on the strange transformation that was taking place inside her. She couldn't really understand what it all meant.
Before Dr. McPhearson had tied her up and forced her to do all those horrid things, she was a naturally horny woman. She loved cock, couldn't get enough of it.
Afterwards, though, things changed in ways she was having troubles coming to grips with. She still liked cock and lots of it, but now it wasn't the same. The old zing to fucking had gone. It was replaced with a burning desire to be tied up, then fucked.
That was perverted. She shouldn't enjoy being trussed up and then balled. The simple fact of the matter was that she did. And it was making life hell for her.
She shuffled through some of the bills, filing them at random. She could find them and get everything in its proper place later. Right now, she just wanted to turn all that had happened over and over in her head.
The feelings deep inside her when she thought of being roped and made completely helpless to a man's desires set off her cunt. It began to water and soak her panties. In the old days, before she'd virtually been raped, only the thought of a good screwing caused this reaction.
Now her fantasy had to include being bound and made to beg for the man's prick.
"Miss Martin, will you see Mr. Scott?"
She looked up, startled. She didn't even know if it was Dan or Dr. McPhearson who'd spoken to her. She hastily put down the folder she was fondling and went into the examining room.
Just going into this room sent cold shivers up and down her spine. This was the table on which she'd been tied. Tied with adhesive tape and stripped naked. Exposed and raped up the cunt and asshole. And then made to lick off the man's cock.
She shuddered again at the thought. As evil as it was, it was also one which turned her on in a perverse way. She wanted more of it.
"What's the matter? Air conditioning too high for you?" the man sitting on the table asked. He was naked to the waist, obviously waiting for his examination.
"I guess," Nancy said. "Will the doctor be in soon to examine you?"
"Nope. Just finished. Said you were supposed to finish up on the bookkeeping. You know, write down that I'm still alive."
She looked at the man's muscular, hairy chest, the firm muscles and the distinct mound at his crotch. Not for one second did she want to deny this mountain of muscle and sex-appeal wasn't alive. Just from the way his cock was pulsing in his pants. She yearned to go over to him and unzip his fly and take that prick into her hand and jerk the man off.
To feel his quivering, lusty prick! Her mouth as well as her want began to water. And, creeping in with her other lewd thoughts, was the vision of the man tying her hands behind her back, ripping her clothes off, then fucking heir while she was totally at his mercy.
"You're sort of pale. Are you feeling okay?" the man asked. "Here. You sit down for a minute. Want me to get the doctor?"
"No! No, it's nothing. I-I just, saw something which made me a little uptight, that's all."
He stood in front of her, his presence overwhelming. She wondered what it would be like, getting fucked by this man. His cock had to be huge if it went with his general physique. She wouldn't mind giving him an examination!
He seemed to read her mind. Without saying a word, he ran down his zipper and let his prick flip out into the cool air.
"You like what you see? You want to check it out for me?"
The tip of her tongue traced a long, slow path around her lips. Her breath was coming faster and her tits rose and fell rapidly now.
"I like what I see a lot!"
"So why don't you suck on it? I think we'd both enjoy that, don't you?"
"Yeah, sure." Her voice was anything but enthusiastic. She couldn't explain the way she felt. Sure, she wanted to give head to this stud. His cock was huge. But there was something inside holding her back. She might enjoy it, but it wouldn't be the carefree enjoyment she used to get out of giving a guy a blowjob.
Something was lacking. And she knew exactly what it was.
"Would you tie me up first? You know, take some tape or your belt and then make me suck you off?"
He looked at her, then slowly smiled. His teeth appeared through the thin lips as he said, "It'd be a pleasure. Will we be disturbed? I'd hate like hell to have the doc come in on us."
"It's okay. Just turn the little sign on the door to 'Do Not Disturb' and they won't bother us. Office rules, master."
He smiled even more broadly as he fixed the sign insuring their privacy. Turning back to her, he said, "I don't think I want a bitch like you sucking on my cock. You sure deserve to be fucked like a bitch in heat, though. On your hands and knees, slut!"
"NO! I won't do such a horrible thing! And you can't make me do it, either."
Her voice said one thing, her body another. A thrill of delight surged into her cunt when he told her what he was going to do to her. She wanted him fucking her like that. And she wanted it with her hands bound, to be completely helpless!
Helpless and fucked by this masterful man was all that mattered to the nurse now.
"Slut! How dare you deny me my pleasure!" He made a grab for her and missed. She'd stepped back just far enough for him to miss. But not so far that he couldn't reach her the second time he tried.
"Got you!" he panted, his eyes shining as brightly as hers. "And this time you'll pay for spurning me like you did."
He began stripping the uniform off her. She struggled a little but not too much. She didn't want him ripping her clothing off. She had to replace one uniform already this week. Two would wreck her budget entirely. She wanted to enjoy this to the utmost without having to worry about the consequences.
She hastily stepped out of the uniform as it crinkled and rustled down her body to the floor. She stood proudly, defiantly, before the man, clad only in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. His cock gave a large, shuddery twitch and looked as if it would start turning cartwheels at any second.
He obviously enjoyed what he saw.
His hands moved across the smooth plain of her belly, the flesh flowing under his fingers like silk.
"Damn, so pretty! But you're going to be punished. You have to be. You didn't want my cock. You didn't beg me for it. Beg, slut, beg for my cock and I may not punish you."
"No!"
His fingers dug into her soft, yielding flesh with cruel intent. She gasped. But she knew he was going to do everything to her she so desperately wanted. This was a real man, a man to whom she could be a real woman.
"So, you still deny my lusts!" He ripped her panties off with one brutal motion.
She cringed as the pain shot into her waist. He hadn't bothered to slip the elastic band down over her ass. Simply ripping the cloth away left a red welt around her body. But the pain honed her nerves and got her entire body ready for the fucking to come.
It made her completely aware of every nerve in her cunt, in her pussy lips, in her already throbbing clit. She was more alive now than she could ever remember being in the past.
To be fucked while she was tied up, that was a big turn on!
His hands pushed her to her knees. Already, the cunt juices oozing down her inner thigh tickled and stimulated her. With her face just inches from the man's prick, she knew what she had to do. She reached put greedily and grabbed his cock.
Before she could stuff it into her face, he coldly informed her: "No! You had your chance. You turned me down. You'll have to really beg for my lovely prick now if you want it. Beg, cunt, beg!"
She looked up into the man's gleaming eyes. He was almost smiling almost. He didn't ruin the mood by actually getting out of character. She could believe he meant every word. And it excited her all the more.
"Please, master, please! I want it! I want to suck on your cock. It's so huge! I want to feel it between my lips, cracking my jaws! God, it's big!"
She licked out and ran her tongue along the underside of his prick. For a moment, she thought he was going to give in and let her suck him off. Then he took a quick step backward and deprived her of his prick.
"I said you'd have to beg. Really beg, dammit! That wasn't good enough!"
He grabbed her and spun her around. The weight of his body bore her to the floor. She was on hands and knees now, his bulk pressing into her back. She thought he meant to ride her like a horse.
That wasn't the way her cunt wanted to be ridden. She wanted a long, hot prick drilling deep up her pussy, fucking the very hell out of her.
The nurse wasn't disappointed in the man. He wasn't simply sitting and doing nothing. He'd gabbed a roll of gauze and yanked off a long piece. As she opened her mouth to complain, he gagged her.
She bit down hard on the gauze and found all she could do was mumble around it. He'd finally tied it behind her head. She could reach back and undo it. Gagging slightly, that was what she tried to do.
And immediately found her wrist captured by his meaty hand. Her other wrist was scooped up and bent at a cruel angle behind her back. She had to support her entire weight on the side of her face. If she hadn't done that, her face would have been ground into the floor.
The loops of gauze effectively bound her hands behind her back. With her knees under her, this shoved her ass far up into the air. For a long heartbeat, she hoped the man would fuck her up the ass. To have that monstrous prick of his ramming into her asshole, surging all the way up into her guts, would be sheer torture.
And she'd love every second of it.
"So you're not begging me any more, huh?" he said. "I think I'll have to punish you."
In the kneeling position, she couldn't move. Her knees were pressed down under her weight. Her tits were shoved against her legs. In a way, she was getting turned on by rubbing her nipples across her legs. But the pressure on her belly was almost too much to bear.
She grunted, trying to make him aware of her needs. He only laughed at her. She realized then how completely she was at his mercy. He had only to command and she would have to do. If she didn't do exactly what he wanted as fast as he desired?
A shiver raced up her spine at the thought. She was a prisoner. A sex prisoner. And he was going to do whatever he wanted to her.
If he wanted to fuck her up the ass, he could. He could butt-fuck her until she collapsed and there was nothing she could do about it. With the gauze gag in her mouth, she couldn't even cry out in rage.
Or if he was really mad at her, he could beat, her. There was still his wide leather belt hanging in the loops of his trousers. If he pulled that out and began laying it across her snowy white ass, he could raise welts that would take weeks and weeks to go away. He would leave her bruised and aching.
And helpless.
Her mind kept coming back to her position on the floor, how she was bound and gagged and unable to prevent the man from doing anything he wanted to her.
She loved it. The uncertainty, the masterfulness of the man. He was in command. There was no question in her mind about that. He was the dominant one, she the submissive one.
Her cunt began to flow like a river. She was hot for him to do something anything to her.
"So you like this little charade, do you? You wanton whore! You open up for anything with a cock, don't you? I'll bet you fuck dogs. How's it feel to have a slimy dog's prick shoved up here?"
He jammed two fingers all the way up her cunt. The sudden intrusion made her come close to passing out. She hadn't realized how keyed up she was.
"Or maybe you're one of those farm girls? Do you let pigs fuck you or do you go for the bigger animals. Maybe a donkey or a horse. Fucked by a horse, by God! That's disgusting."
She was quivering in anticipation now. She was having trouble breathing all bent over as she was. But it was exciting. She could feel her cunt beginning to chum. It needed attention, it needed it badly. And the only cure for her inner needs was cock. Lots of cock, driven hard and fast, fucking her brains out.
And she needed it now!
But with the gag in her mouth, she couldn't tell the man. All she could do was wiggle her ass at him and hope he responded.
"Look at it wiggling around. Isn't that a sight? Completely wanton. I talk about having animals fuck her and she gets hot for cock. Damned if I shouldn't just leave you."
She felt a moment's panic. He couldn't do that! She needed him!
The terror communicated to the man. He laughed at her. "So you decided a man's prick was the thing for you, after all? Okay. I'll let you have a taste of my cock. I'll show you what a real man is like!"
He dropped to his knees behind her. Hands reached between her legs and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was exposed to his gaze. Never had she felt more vulnerable. Whatever he wanted, she had to do.
There could be no turning back from this once it started. Not with her hands tied up the way they were. And she couldn't talk him out of fucking her. The gag in her mouth was too firm.
She groaned as he drove his cock directly into her twat. There was no probing, no tentative explorations. He was a man. He knew exactly where a prick belonged and stuck it there. His cock was all the way up her cunt.
And she came.
The long, wracking shudder rippled through her body. She hadn't realized how close to coming she'd been. The entry of the prick into her pussy had released all the pent up emotions in her belly.
She'd felt the purpled, acorn-huge head of his cock smash past her delicate pussy lips, then rocket all the way up her cunt. He stretched out the softly yielding folds of her pussy and strained them to the breaking point.
He wasn't big, he was BIG!
And she felt him moving inside her cunt. She tried to squeeze down on his cock and found she couldn't do it. He had her pulled to the limits of her body's endurance.
He began fucking back and forth with short, quick strokes. These were designed to push her over the edge of climax again. And they did. The friction from his fucking burned at her guts like a forest fire. The sleeping embers of her lust had flared and blazed wildly when he drove his hard spike of prick back all the way up into her cunt.
The juices dribbled out around the plug of his prick. She was gasping, trying to breath around the gag. Sweat poured from her face. She couldn't reach out and wipe it away. Her bound hands kept her from doing that. But she had to admit being bound and gagged was worth the fucking she was receiving.
His cock was a living thing inside her twat. It pulsed and danced and pressed firmly against her inner tissues. She could feel his balls wetly slapping against her bush. Every time he fucked hard into her twat, his nuts would touch her clit.
The tiny spire of her clitoris was being given one hell of a lot of stimulation. The prickly hairs of his nut-sac sent thrills of joy into her body.
She began shoving her hips backwards to get more of his cock into her cunt. This was about the only way she could show how much she was getting off on his fucking. Tied and gagged as she was, she could not tell him or reach under her body and caress his balls.
She was helpless and being fucked hard and deep, loving every second of it!
"Ummmm, God, you're tight. Never thought you could crush down on me like that. Know I'm big around but you're so damned small!"
The tightness of her cunt hole didn't stop the man from slamming fast into it. His prick was burning up with friction. The pressure she was exerting on him was fantastic. He felt as if he'd be crushed to death at any instant. But he kept going. He had to fuck her for all he was worth. He'd never found such a beautiful, willing and completely wanton woman, before.
He gasped with pleasure as he corkscrewed his cock into her pussy. Who'd have thought a routine medical exam would turn into one of the best lays he'd ever found?
"Coming, I'm coming! Can't hold back any more. Oh, shiiit! It's so fuckin' gooooooood!"
His cock ruptured and pumped out spurt after hot spurt of his jism. She was already on fire from his fucking. When the man's jizz blasted into her greedy, clutching cunt, it sent her soaring back into orbit. Her orgasm this time was even larger than before.
It blew the top of her head off. When she finally managed to come back to her senses, the man was already limp.
Her cunt felt neglected.
He was saying, "Never got off like that before. Like you drained me in one giant rush. Wow, that fucking was something else!"
He carefully cut the gauze bindings on her wrists and took out the gag. She was glad to be able to breath normally again. He handed her the discarded uniform and said, "Sorry about your, uh, panties. I'll be glad to pay you for them."
Nancy smiled. "Don't worry about it. I think I've gotten pay enough in the last few minutes. It was super!"
And it had been, too.
Then why did she still feel so Goddamn horny?