"Help!" screamed Darlene. She couldn't move, and the more she struggled the more helpless she became.
"Please help me!" she cried out to the empty room before letting her head fall to the floor and sobbing hysterically. She had been slowly crawling across the white floor toward the blood-smeared doorway with the intention of trying once more to open it. But when she reached the center of the room her ankle was suddenly clamped solidly down to the canvas flooring. She twisted back to see what was wrong and saw the horrible thing.
As if the floor were alive and aware of her presence a hand-like clamp had emerged, stretching the canvas like elastic, grabbing her ankle and holding it firm. When she reached back to push the frightening thing apart and get free, another grabbed her wrist. With a frightened scream she grabbed at that one with her other hand and just as quickly another clamp emerged to grab that wrist.
Then the ankle was released and as she came to her knees in an attempt to pull free other clamps grabbed both ankles. She was now secured down, almost on her stomach with her backside jutting in the air and helpless. Very, very helpless. "Oh! Please won't some-one help me?" she cried.
That's when she heard the sound. Like a fan blowing, a soft whirr… then silence. She held perfectly still, she couldn't see back in her position, she. only knew the doorway was to her rear and out of sight. Then a new sound filled her ears, a brushing, scrubbing, then the sloshing of water in a pail and something like a mumbled curse.
The grating noises continued and seemed to move to different areas of the room. Once they came quite close and Darlene found the courage to whisper, "Who are you? What am I doing here?"
But there was no answer, just the scrubbing. "What do you want?" Darlene screamed violently while trying to wrench free of her restraints.
The scrubbing sounds quickened, the water sloshed, suddenly everything was again silent except for the fan-like whirr. When that ended Darlene felt very alone, lost. She wondered what the sounds meant and hoped that now they were over she would be released.
Dr. August dried his hands on a fresh, clean towel and stepped from the washroom to the closet-like area where an assistant patiently waited. "Is it ready?" he asked.
"Yes, doctor," the young lady answered. She held up a soft rubber mask.
"Excellent," said August. He faced the mirror and slowly picked at the edges of his goatee. Suddenly he gave it a downward jerk and the beard came off. It was artificial a cosmetic device he used to convince the spouses of his patients that he fit the psychiatrist image. He was a psychiatrist all right, but his clean shaven, youthful face just wasn't what people expected from a doctor.
He inspected the skin of his wide-jawed chin and smiled. He looked much more like a college athlete than a doctor, in fact it was college athletic scholarships which provided for his extensive education. Dr. August leaned toward his waiting assistant and she moved the mask into place.
When he stood up Dr. August's face was transformed once again. This time he had a face which also seemed incongruous with his tall, strong physique. The face of Ken Williams.
After inspecting himself in the mirror and making a few minor adjustments to his hair he turned to the assistant and said, "Very good. I think this is the best one yet."
"I'm trying a new type of plastic," she answered.
"Notify the control panel that I'm on my way."
"Yes, doctor'"
Dr. August was wearing the white gown of a surgeon about to engage in surgery as he walked along the narrow corridor and stopped at the doorway marked 107. Before opening it he reached to the neck of his surgical gown and pulled the tie-string. It came loose and he hung it on a convenient hook beside the door. He was totally naked.
The well-toned muscles and trim lines of his body rippled with exercised health as he pressed the button and watched the doorway slide to one side. He stepped into the room and the panel closed behind him. He felt good, vigorous, this would be his first operation of the morning and he had been looking forward to it. The photographs of Darlene Williams taken by his agent had intrigued Dr. August, she was a remarkably beautiful woman.
"Who is it?" Who is there?" she moaned from her helpless position on the floor.
August said nothing, in time she would learn everything, once the therapeutic sessions were over. He watched as she struggled against the clamps, tried to arch her supple body and twist around to look back at her quiet visitor. It was all a useless exertion of energy. After several minutes she dropped to her stomach, exhausted.
That's when August nodded to the hidden camera of the central control. On cue the voice of Ken Williams filled the room and said only one word, "Darlene."
She bolted up as best she could. "Ken? Oh, Ken darling, is that you?"
There was no answer as she kept calling out to Ken. Dr. August now dropped to his knees between her clamped feet and took the hem of her white linen gown in his hands. Going slow to enjoy each delightful inch of the attractive expanse he knew to be underneath, he lifted the gown up.
By the time the gown was lifted enough for August to view her ankles and calves Darlene realized what was happening. "Uh? Ken? Ken, is that you?"
He didn't answer. Instead he lifted the hem high enough to gaze inside at the gentle curves of her rear thighs, at the soft, hairless flesh with the slight tinge of pink. She had excellent, beautifully shaped legs, long, supple, developed through years of swimming.
"Please!" she cried. "Please answer me!"
August now lifted the gown high enough to view his favorite part of the feminine anatomy, the backside. And Darlene had a rump like two ripe cantaloupes sitting in the sun. They were perfectly formed ovals of gentle, velvety flesh which held up in a proud, jaunty curve. The mysterious, inviting crevice between the two white pillows was a clean valley of pinkish flesh leading to shadowed delights.
The doctor ignored her moaning cries as he pushed the gown upward from under her hips. She twisted and tried to bolt back at him but it only served to drive the bareness of her fanny against the erecting hardness of his cock. She must have recognized the touch of masculine muscle because she fell flat to her belly. But August had moved quickly, the gown was now gathered about her curving neck.
"My God! Who are you? Please tell me! What are you going to do to me?" she screeched hysterically. His answer was to run his hands softly down the sloping curvature from neck to backside. Darlene froze with fear, she gulped and swallowed her words. The touch of the man's hands conveyed all the message necessary. She was helpless, pinned down and nude. Obviously, he was nude too. She was going to be raped.
"Please don't… " she weakly implored.
The two hands rested on her buns and softly squeezed into the firm skin. At least he's being gentle that's something to be thankful for, she told herself.
Then one finger slid down into the crack of her ass and burrowed deep. She squirmed, tried to wriggle away, but it was useless-the finger could go wherever it wanted. It dipped deep down between her legs and touched into the tender lips of her exposed cunt.
She grimaced, tried to keep from reacting, held her breath. But soon the finger was joined by more and they expertly massaged back and forth against her vulva, touched fire into the growing knot of her clitoris.
"Please don't… " she moaned as the first traces of wetness started to glisten on the reddened lips of her twat.
The moistness gave August cause to increase his rubbing slightly. He wanted to take his time, work her up quite thoroughly for this, her introductory session. He gazed at the supple, thin lines of her body. For a woman with two children she was in prime condition, she had a body to be proud of, the body of a woman several years younger.
His cock was now lifting up to full erection. It was a long, thick shaft of proportions to be very proud of too. The doctor knew the large size of his cock was the basic key to the therapy, a necessity for identification by the female. It was a cock none of them ever forgot.
His fingers and palms were now drenched with the greased juice flowing from Darlene's pussy. She was moaning softly, not attempting to get away, obviously she ascertained it was hopeless to fight and the thing to do now was relax and enjoy it. August made sure the middle finger of his right hand was totally soaked with her liquids before sliding it from the heated walls of the draining cunt.
Slowly, deliberately, he moved the fingertip up the channel of her ass until touching the pink opening of her anus. It was a fresh-looking pucker of a rosebud nestled between the comfortable ass-cheeks. He pushed his fingertip down on the tensed muscle and gave her cause to squirm.
"No! No! Don't!" she cried with panic.
August inched his finger inside the resistant clamp of her asshole until it was deeply imbedded. Darlene's twists and cries only excited him more, her jerking rump arched up and he was able to insert the finger so far inside that she gave up with a crying moan.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she begged.
But August paid no attention. He was now taking the slickness of her twat and rubbing it along the giant length of his ready and anxious cock. His imbedded finger kept twisting in an exploratory, circular motion. The humid odors of Darlene's aroused openings and oozing juices filled his nostrils. He gave his cock one last coating of the abundant crotch-honey until it shone like a well-licked peppermint stick.
As August nudged his knees further up between her legs and pushed at her thighs Darlene made one last fighting protest. She whipped her head and tried to tear herself from the bondage. All she accomplished was striking him across the face with the thick healthiness of her hair.
He let her battle furiously and patiently waited until her defiance was nothing more than frustrated sobs. "Noooo… I beg you to leave me alone… Please! Please tell me who you are and why you're doing this to me!"
The doctor lay forward and guided his blood-filled spike between her smooth legs. When she felt the touch of the giant pecker Darlene gasped, fell completely still, silently cried with fear. He nudged the broad cock tip upward until it pressed against the slick looseness of her dripping pussy lips.
He paused. August knew it would be a stretching, tight fit. It always was… and that was an important part of the therapy. With agile, deft movements he used the head of his cock to work each of her pussy lips to the side until they served as the entrance funnel for his pushing pecker.
Darlene was finally realizing the size of the rod she was expected to swallow inside her. "Oh! No! Please! It's too big! I can't!"
In answer August made his first soft jab into the delicate tissues of her insides. He could feel the tautness of her opening stretch and cling around the cock-head as he worked inward a fraction of an inch at a time.
"Uuuuuugh!" she groaned as the cock-head finally passed through the opening and expanded the deep channel of her vagina.
He kept his finger working inside her anus while digging his cock deeper and deeper at a slaw, steady pace. His whole muscular rod was clamped by the tensed walls of her cunt, it felt as if it was in the grip of a drowning man. But her juices, her healthy resiliency, the amazing elasticity of flesh all cooperated to open the way for the mammoth intruder.
"It hurts! Uh! Uh! Please…!"
Her moans were losing their biting edge. The pain he was inflicting into her hole was ebbing, the full feeling of her stuffed cunt was beginning to take on a completely different view to her senses. After only half his cock was inside the choking box he gave it a firmer, more powerful thrust and found the going much easier.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ugggghhhh!"
He could tell her cries were only remnants of what used to be pain and was now a growing pleasure. The flowing wetness was so great that he could feel it dribbling down onto his balls, matting into his curly pubic hair. Her anus was loose, accepting the Violation of his finger with happy relaxation.
Darlene blinked away her tears and stared with blank eyes out onto the pure white expanse before her face. She couldn't see back, she had no idea who this was forcing himself inside her. When she heard Ken's voice she was sure it was he, but now that the tremendous cock was stretching her guts like a baseball bat she knew it couldn't be.
It was the most enormous cock she had ever felt. Giant, colossal, a painfully large organ for her cunt to handle. When he first pushed into her she thought she was going to split wide open, fall apart into two thrashing pieces. But the man was at least gentle, he didn't ram into her like some crazed animal. Now the intensity of the pinching pain had eased, at least he was inside and she was still undamaged.
But the finger was driving her mad. She didn't like his twisting probe inside her asshole at all. It was wrong, a crass violation, an attempt by this man to humiliate her. Most of all she prayed it wasn't a preparation for something to come, a priming of her anus for the entrance of that large cock.
August took short, casual strokes inside her twat. Bach time she made a small squeal, a slight remembrance of the pain of his entry. But he could see she was responding rapidly, the tenseness of her anus was gone, the tightness in her thighs had eased. Soon she would be lifting up to his stabbing cock, begging for him to pound deep and true to full depth, crying for his battering ram.
He now withdrew the middle finger from her anus and heard her moan with relief. A slight smile came over his lips behind the mask just before he thrust his index finger into the vacated hole.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped.
Quickly he plunged the finger in and out then pressed the third, then fourth fingers inside. Last, he nudged his thumb into the warm grasp of her shocked asshole. Now was the master-move. He lay forward until his weight rested heavy on her rear end, his cock shoved forcefully to a greater depth and she moaned again. Then he took the hand fresh from probing her anus and brought it around to her face. He cupped the sweet face in his hand so that the fingers coated with the wet and odors of her insides assaulted her nose and eyes.
"Please! Uhhhh!" she screamed. Then she tried to bite at one finger but August was prepared. He jammed his cock fiercely inside her until she stammered and gasped with pain.
Her nostrils were filled with the humid smell of her backside, she could feel the juices on her cheeks and eyelids. The hand was smothering her with her own liquid lust. And more horrible than anything to Darlene was the fact that it smelled good, tastes were on her lips, it was impossible to avoid the overpowering arousal the cream of her holes provided.
August felt her buns tighten below him, then the tentative sway of her hips. She was succumbing to the cock, admitting it was making her whole body swim with desire. He eased back and felt her press down to refill the void where his cock had once nestled.
He pumped in and out at an increased speed and she started to lift her rump up to each of his thrusts. She was taking him now, welcoming each and every inch of his endless pole. He withdrew further and increased the length of his stabs until his cock was making long, steady plunges in and out of the gurgling box.
Darlene's cunt walls were in a state of shock, then the great heat started to make them melt around the crammed-in cock. She kept telling herself not to move, not to respond in any way at all. But when the hand covered her face, when the odors and tastes assaulted her she knew she had lost. This man with the large cock knew exactly what he was doing, she suddenly felt totally under his control and let herself go.
She heaved her rear end up as best she could to catch all of the pumping cock as it rammed deep into her body. It was a magnificent fill of stiffness, heat and friction. She never felt so fucked in all her life and the more she worked back at the rod the easier it entered.
August moved his hand from her face and scooped down to cup each of her soft, jiggling breasts as her body started to hump back to him eagerly. She was pinned rather close to the ground but still had room to move, room to hoist herself up and beg for his slamming cock. He pinched the nipples of her breasts until they turned to burning pebbles in his fingers. Then, with strong rolls of his hips, he again increased the speed of the plunging cock.
"Oh! Yes! Yes! It's sooo big! And sooo good!" she now cried with delight. "Put it in me! Pump me up until I go to pieces!"
His hands moved down to grab at her hips as his rump blurred with speed. The wetness splattered from her hole as he hit her with rapid-fire plummets of hot, stiff cock. She spiked her ass toward the pole and took each cramming stab with groans of pure bliss.
"God! It… it… it… feels… I'm… I'm going to come!"
August could feel the heat inside his own body rising along with the loudness of her delighted cries. He relaxed and followed the lead of her voice. She was shaking, trembling, quivering from head to toe and about to explode into an orgasm. He just let his cock take over and plunge straight in.
"Yes! Oh! Uhhhhhhh!" she screeched as the peak of her climax overcame her. Then she was silent and her rump clipped hungrily back to encompass his cock with trembling muscles, hot wetness, hugging love.
The churning cream rose the length of August's great tool and blasted from him with pressurized force. It came in three heavy spurts to fill anything left in the way of space inside her quivering cunt. He gripped tightly to her hips and enjoyed the fire-like release from his straining muscle.
But when Darlene felt her cavity filling with the steaming payload she went berserk. Her orgasm was nothing compared to the abandoned earthquake which now trembled from her head to her toes. The one thrill she loved more than anything else on earth was the feel of her twat being plastered, showered, painted with a man's pumping cream.
"Fill me! Keep pumping inside me! Oh, yes! I love it! I love it!" she cried.
August pumped until his cock was drained inside her sucking hole, then relaxed. He slowly withdrew his spent cock and stepped back. Darlene collapsed onto her belly in exhaustion, she sucked for air with hungry gasps.
"Who are you?" she finally managed to ask.
There was no answer. She felt a thick gob of semen leak from her pussy lips and dribble down her crotch. She regretted not being able to cross her legs and hold the abundant semen inside her forever. "Please…" she tried again. "Please tell me who you are… please."
Again no answer. But there was a sound. A step on the soft canvas. Then the clamps holding her ankles and wrists suddenly released but she didn't dare move. The footsteps started again and as she lay face down she was finally able to see-the clean, well-manicured bare feet of the man who had pleased her.
She slowly lifted her head and saw the well-formed legs and hairy thighs of the man. Then she paused to stare at the half-limp cock, so long, now red and tired but still of a formidable size hanging from a thick patch of black hair below the man's flat, rippling stomach.
Her eyes went up to the broad, vee-shaped chest and thick, powerful arms. Finally the solid shoulders and at last, the face. With a shocked gasp she realized she was staring into the face of Ken, her husband.
She looked away, blinked, looked back. It was Ken's face but definitely not his body. He was smaller, not as muscular, definitely not the possessor of such a large cock.
"Who? Who are you!" she meekly asked.
The voice sounded as if it came from everywhere. It was his voice too, Ken's. It said only one word, "Ken."
Darlene took a quick gulp of air and felt it do no good. She was warm, lightheaded, confused and in three seconds in a complete faint.