She sagged limply in the traction unit. She was feeling the red curtain of pain surrounding her like a wool blanket. Her mouth was cottony and her head was about ready to split open from a headache. And those were the minor things.
The pain lanced harshly into her shoulders and down into her chest. Each breath was agony such as she had never endured before. The woman struggled a little and found out this only caused more hurt.
She stopped doing that and tried to decide what she really felt. Simply doing that made her head spin wildly.
Her shoulders were being pulled apart. The sockets ached with an intensity she thought reserved for the dying. Her arms had to be inches longer now than when she'd been strung up. The cruel leather cuffs cut brutally into her wrists and shut off all circulation.
Then there were her legs. She was spread-eagle and dangling. This put incredible pressure right on her crotch. She was certain that the slightest added effort on the man's part would split her right down the middle. Never had her cunt hurt so badly.
She sobbed as she raised her head and looked at her legs. They were beginning to swell from the lack of circulation. The leather cuffs around her ankles were too tight by far. Dangling as she was put all her weight across her hips. This gave an added pain for her cunt.
And still, she felt warmed by the man's fucking. She was too confused to figure that out. While he had been swinging her back and forth, driving his prick all the way into her cunt, she had loved it. She could forget all about the agony she was experiencing.
He was a master cocksman. Simply feeling his prick nudging into her soft pink pussy lips had been the highlight of her young life.
But why did he do these terrible things to her? She didn't know if she could come up with an answer to that. And there was another question she wanted to avoid if possible.
Why did she like this? She was getting off being humiliated and tied up like a side of beef. The worse he acted towards her, the more she loved him.
It was a question, which she didn't want to find an answer for. The very core of the woman's soul would have been laid bare if she had. It went to her innermost being and what she desired most from fucking.
"Ready for another little gambit?" he asked lightly. He stood beside her, almost face to face.
"N-no! Let me down! I hurrrrrt!"
"Oh, I'm sure you do. That is only part of your punishment, slave. You have offended me. Now you must pay the penalty. And it is one that I require, not the hospital and their bureaucrats."
"What did I ever do. To deserve all this torture?"
"What? My, my, I thought you would have remembered. Such a short memory you have, slave. Do you remember creeping under an operating table, opening nay fly and then sucking on my cock?"
"Please?"
"So you beg for it again? Very well. Suck on my cock, slut!"
He stood up on the bed and thrust his limp prick at her face. She wanted to reach out and touch it, fondle his balls, make it come alive. She couldn't because of the way she was bound.
"What? You spurn my cock! How dare you, slave!"
"Please! I… I can't reach it with my mouth. You've got me tied up too well!"
"Always quick with the excuse, aren't you? No more! You will be punished for this, I promise you!"
He reached down under the bed and picked up the broad leather belt he had used on her in the operating room. She cringed when she saw it. If he started hitting her with it while she was dangling from the traction equipment as she was, he could inflict great pain.
The strap rose and fell in one quick motion. It landed with a sick smack across her belly. She flinched but had nowhere to go. She absorbed most of the blow on her tender skin.
It left a huge red welt that seemed to glow with an inner light. The pain rocketed down into her belly, her cunt. And strangely, she felt her twat beginning to drool again. The pain was causing her to respond the same way that pleasure did.
She cried. There was no way she could avoid the repeated blows he was landing on her naked body. And she was coming alive sexually because of it. It was too perverted for her to bear. She blacked out.
When the world came back into focus, she felt incredible pain in her wrists and ankles, her hips and shoulders. Then she realized it was because she was no longer strung up on the traction rig. She was sitting on a table, her hands bound loosely behind her.
The sudden relief at being freed from that torture rack quickly passed. She opened her eyes and realized what he had in mind for her.
The doctor stood in front of her holding a huge phallic-shaped tube. It would more than fill her cunt. She was afraid that, if he jammed it up her pussy, it would tear her apart.
"No, not up my cunt! Not with that jar!"
"Ah, yes, definitely. And that's only the beginning, my cocksucking little slave."
She fought. But it did no good. He shoved her backwards on the table. She tried crossing her legs and closing her cunt to his invasion. He was too strong for her. She passed out again, as the cold, thick jar was crammed into her cunt.
As consciousness came back, she knew pain. Her guts were being rearranged in new and different positions. That huge jar inside her twat was doing it to her. Then she realized he had promised her more. What? How? She was scared that she would find out too soon.
"Back again to stay?" he asked. "Now you will suck on my cock. You have everything you could want. Your cunt is filled with a round, hard object which no doubt pleases you more than any cock could. And now your face will be stuffed with my cock!"
He jumped up on the table, his legs on either side of her body. His prick dangled inches from her face. She wondered if she should mouth it, suck and give him head once more. He had promised more pain. True the pain in her cunt was bad, but nothing like she had come to expect from the doctor.
"Suck, dammit, suck!"
As she leaned forward, she heard an electric swing click. The table on which she was seated began vibrating, slowly at first, then with greater speed.
The soft vibrations were intended to soothe people with back problems. It didn't soothe her; it hurt like hell. The jar rammed into her cunt began dancing around and threatening to cut her in a million places. She groaned and tried to accept it.
Then she felt the belt smash into her back. The cold words, "Suck my cock" told her all she needed to know. If she didn't suck on his prick, he would continue whipping her.
The tables quivering and making the jar drive deeper and deeper into her twat hurt, but the belt hurt more. She decided to make the best out of this sorry situation. He couldn't last forever. He had to give up on her before long. Then she could rest. She hoped.
"Okay, I'll suck on your prick."
"Call me master, you dumb cunt! Can't you remember anything!"
He beat her several more times with the belt. When his rage subsided, she leaned forward. The pain mowing into her pussy again made her came close to blacking out. She grimly hung on. Sucking on the man's cock had been a thrill the first time.
It would be again.
It had to be. She'd go mad with pain, otherwise.
Her tongue looped out and pulled his balls toward her lips. She sucked them into her mouth and lightly tongued them. She could feel his nuts stirring weakly inside. He wasn't turned on enough to get really excited. Not yet. But she would make him want her mouth all over his prick. She'd show him what a real cocksucking woman could do.
The table caused her teeth to chatter. Once she nipped his hairy bag and he bellowed out, "Do that again and you'll be sorry!"
She believed him. He was capable of inflicting the worst pain possible on her tender body. She wanted to avoid that at all costs.
She would be more careful in the future. She tried not to let her teeth hammer together because of the vibrating table. It was difficult to do; it was even more difficult controlling her nervousness. She surely didn't want to make a wrong move. He would punish her instantly.
The welts on her belly and back burned with intensity that she had thought only acid wounds could achieve. She tried to ignore them but found each breath she took reminded her more and more of them. But she knew they would multiply if she failed to pleasure this evil madman. He had to get his rocks off or he would punish her even more severely.
She tongued his balls until she managed to get a tiny moan from his lips. Then she began sucking even harder. She felt the skin begin to contract into a hard, tight little sphere. Still, his prick wasn't hilly erect. It was only half-stiff. She would work on it in a moment.
At that instant, she wanted to make sure his balls were churning up enough lava-hot jism to satisfy her lustful taste for it.
"Keep going, slave. That feels good. You suck cock real good!" he complimented her. She almost cringed as she heard the words. She was certain a stinging blow would land on her back. He didn't pass out compliments without pain accompanying it.
She was surprised pleasantly this time. He didn't swing his belt. She relaxed a little and kept sucking on his hairy little bag. When his balls started dancing around inside, she moved to his half-erect prick.
One long, loving kiss and she was sliding up and down the entire length of his prick. She pursed her lips and then really sucked on his cock. She fastened onto the side of it like a lamprey eel. She didn't bother letting go until she had left ugly red teeth marks in his aroused flesh.
"Bitch!" he shouted. "How dare you mark your master with your teeth!"
He began beating her with his belt but it had been worth it. She continued sucking on his prick the best she could, what with the beating and the table shaking her teeth together.
Soon, his arm tired and he was no longer punishing her with the leather strap. She fought her way to the end of his cock then and sucked it in. She wished she could have used her hands. If they had been free, she could have cradled his balls while she was mouthing the end of his glans.
As it was, she had to be content with simply pulling the purpled knob into her mouth using only her lips and tongue. Sucking harder brought the quivering tip of his cock into reach for her. Lips closing around it, she ran her head forward on the still semi-rigid prick.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Face fuck yourself!"
She couldn't do that. His prick still wasn't steely hard enough for such active fucking. But she could suck and she did. She gave his prick all the joy it could handle. He was gasping and dancing around from one foot to the other. That told her she was doing everything just right for the doctor.
She felt his cock hardening against her tongue. More and more excited blood was hammering into it every second she left her mouth fastened to the end.
Changing her tactics slightly, she tried to raw her tongue down the man's piss-slit. She couldn't do it. She knew it. He knew it. But it excited both of them simply trying. Her tongue wormed and wiggled against the pin-prick hole until it began to expand slightly. She knew this was a sure sign that it wasn't long before the man came again.
She hurried along with her blow job. She wanted to push him to the brink as quickly as possible. Nothing less than a perfect job would satisfy her. She wanted to prove to her master that she could obey his every wish and do it properly.
"That's the ticket," he said. "The bitch is learning how to suck on a man's prick. Good, very good!"
The words cheered her as if she'd been told she'd won a sweepstakes and would never have to work again the rest of her life. She was living only to please him now. Sure, he'd beat her. But she had deserved it. She should have been disciplined severely for what she'd done in the operating room.
It showed he cared for her. Otherwise, he would have totally ignored her. She had that much to be thankful for. He thought enough of her abilities to want to train her.
She bobbed her head back and forth so that she sucked harder on more of his cock. The tangy taste of an aroused man came to her tastebuds. She managed to nuzzle her nose into his thick bush. This gave her the added bonus of being able to smell the musky odor.
She was happy. Even if he didn't look at her again, she was content that he cared for her at the moment. Hadn't he taken the trouble to make sure she had something in her cunt before starting? Could he really know it would hurt her this badly? And with the table shaking as it was, it ground the jar even more brutally into her softly yielding cunt. But he couldn't know that.
He was just trying to do what was right for her. She knew it. She believed, that with all her heart.
"Keep sucking, damn you, you slimy cunt! I want to feel something! Not just your slobbery mouth all over my prick, I want to feel. FEEL!"
She redoubled her efforts to please him. How she wished she could use her bound hands! But it was not to be. She had to use only her mouth to give him the best head ever.
She started face fucking herself. With her lips pulled into an "O", she clamped firmly down on all sides of his cock. The way he stretched her lips to the breaking point with his huge girth pleasured her. She loved a man who was totally a man.
A big cock wasn't all there was to fucking, but it went a long ways. That the doctor had everything else was an added bonus for her. She loved his taste, she even loved the taste of discipline he meted out to her with growing brutality.
Her nerves were all firing out messages of pleasure. The pain heightened her senses. Without the pain to cleanse her system of all the old feelings, she would never have been able to experience the orgasmic highs with Doctor Wilson.
The thick purpled hood on tap of his prick spread. He was nearing orgasm. She wanted nothing better than to suck and suck and suck up all his pearly white jism. Her teeth scored the sides of his prick, making it ugly red. Then her soft lips soothed and healed any wounds she might have created. That was the best way of getting him off.
Pain, then pleasure. She was certain he understood that message. After all, he was expert at giving it. He could receive, too.
She felt his cock stiffen even harder until she thought it would snap. Instead, it began dancing and jerking hard against her tongue. She licked and stroked the underside until his prick exploded in a wild frenzy of climax.
She caught the first spurt across her tongue. The salty, tangy taste of an erupting man pleased her. She greedily sucked up every drop as it spewed from the end of his cock. Her tongue was coated with his gooey seed. She hungrily wanted more.
By the time his prick had begun to deflate, she had had her fill of his creamy cum. The limp cock fell from between her ruby lips. She licked up all the stray droplets of cum speckling his bush. Then she licked her own lips to remove the last of the taste-tempting heat.
He jumped off the table and looked at her in amazement. Then he said, "You can't get enough, can you, slut?"
"No, not if it's you!" she blurted out. "I love you! Do what you want to me!"