He gripped Peggy under the arms and pulled her off the vibrating table. As the vibrations stopped, so did the jumping bottle rammed all the way up into her cunt. She almost passed out. As long as it had been shaking in time with the table, it hadn't bothered her all that much.
Standing on her feet moved the jar in ways she didn't like to consider. It was ripping her delicate cunt walls. She was certain she would end up bleeding to death.
And when he reached over to her coppery-hair-rimmed cunt and gripped the bottom of the bottle, she almost passed out. He didn't simply pull it straight out. He turned and twisted it around inside her before yanking it out.
"I don't want to create a vacuum inside you that could kill you, you know."
She vaguely remembered the stories of the Hollywood star so many years ago who had killed a woman using a soda pop bottle in just that way. It hadn't killed her ramming the bottle up her cunt, it had killed her when it was pulled out. Air embolism was the technical term.
Peggy shuddered, thinking that might have happened to her. She vowed from that instant on to never have anything but a man's fleshy prick stuck up her cunt.
She didn't realize how prophetic that was going to be.
"Walk, slut, walk and don't you dare stagger in the halls. If you do, you'll really be sorry!"
She tried to walk as straight as she could. Her eyes were unfocused and blurry. She had almost walked out into the halls without a stitch of clothing on. Doctor Wilson had stopped her to put a dressing gown over here bare body. It felt scratchy and rough next to her skin. It had been hours and hours since she had had anything on, except for leather cuffs or bonds of adhesive tape around her wrists.
"Where?"
"Back to Operating Room 13. I want to conduct a little experiment there. Just you and some friends of mine!"
She didn't like the tone of his voice. But he couldn't really do anything to her. His prick was depleted and he couldn't get it up for some time.
Whatever Doctor Wilson was, he wasn't a superman. No human could get a hardon again fast enough to cause her trouble.
And she was right – no single man could.
He guided her down the hallway, a hand on her ass. When she tried to go into an elevator, his fingers gripped her left asscheek and squeezed down hard. She was still wobbling around so his finger shot out and found her asshole.
This straightened her up. The suddenness of it made her pause. When his finger began working its way up her butt, she knew there was no escaping this man. He had her totally at his command when his finger began flexing back and forth in her anus.
"This is to keep you quiet," he said.
She moaned, then bit back her request that he finger fuck her ass. That would have been overheard by the nurse at the desk. And Peggy didn't want old Prune Face to know how much she wanted any attention she could get from Doctor Wilson.
"Good. You're behaving nicely, slave. Don't fuck it up now by doing something dumb."
He ran her into the OR and over to the table she remembered with such loathing; the stirrups were still up on the table. Nothing had changed in the hours they had been absent. It was a good thing he had come back and gotten her. She couldn't imagine a crueler fate than being fastened in that gynecological torture machine.
"On the table. NOW!"
His finger left her asshole with a wet plop. She almost staggered and fell over the table. She hadn't wanted anything to do with the table, not ever again. But now it was almost inviting.
She managed to ease her butt up onto it. Sitting took all the pressure off her still aching hip and knees. Her shoulders were still hurting abominably but she would live. If only he would leave her alone for a few minutes so she could recuperate.
He shoved her flat on the table and began fastening the straps around her body. With her hands pinned under her back, she had to arch her spine to keep from experiencing intense pain.
"My hands! Don't leave them underneath my body like that!"
"Very well. But you must promise to cooperate in my little experiment."
"Yes, yes! Anything! Just don't hurt me any more!"
He laughed harshly. "Hurt you! I wouldn't dream of inflicting any pain on my research assistant."
She didn't like the sound of those words, but she was in no position to complain. Even when he fastened her wrists in the leather cuffs on the table, she didn't complain. A faint cry of disbelief escaped her lips when he spread her legs wide and hoisted her ankles up into the metal stirrups again.
How she hated this tablet! It was so degrading being widely spread open and exposed for anyone who wanted to fuck her. Her cunt lips actually hurt from the separation of her legs. But she kept her silence. She had made a deal with him. No complaints in return for his not binding her hands under her body.
She was beginning to wonder about the wisdom of that bargain when he ripped the thin gown from her body, leaving her stark naked on the table.
He leered at her, then stroked over her quivering body. The flesh under his fingers rippled with gooseflesh.
"Cold? I'll see that you're heated up soon, my dear, darling little slave. Oh, how you'll be hot!"
She cried out when he applied the cold electrical conducting paste to her forehead. He continued smearing it all over her tits, especially on her nipples. Then he fastened on the electrodes.
"Wh-what are you going to do? You're not going to electrocute me, are you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I just want to record your responses when the experiment begins. These record, not give."
When he fastened the electrodes on her head, it wasn't too bad. But the cold metal made her shiver when he pressed them into each of her nipples.
"I want to see what really happens at the tips of your tits when you have the living hell fucked out of you."
"But… but you won't be able to get it up!" she blurted. Instantly, she regretted it, even if it was true.
"Don't worry about that. I'm here simply to record your responses, nothing more. Others will fuck you. Many, many others will gang bang you."
She went icy all over. When a meter behind her buzzed, she knew he was already recording her responses.
"Very good," he said. "You almost peaked with that one. Fear, I think. Now we will see what pleasure does to you."
She lifted her head and saw a half dozen doctors filing into the room. They were muttering among themselves, then one of them said loud enough for her to hear, "Goddamn, but Art sure as hell has some fine ass up here. I never thought the old boy got his jollies this way. But I'm glad he does!" The others seemed to agree.
"Doctor Reinhardt, will you give her some of the laughing gas?" asked Doctor Wilson. "Not enough to put her out. Just enough so she can relax."
She fought but the man stuffed a gas mask over her nose. She tried holding her breath but that didn't work. She heard the hissing of the gas, then she felt as if she were floating away from her body. She was giddy, a little sick to her stomach.
Then she was completely separate from reality. Nothing about her was real any more. She could see the men gawking at her, one of them even running gentle fingers around her bristly cunt lips, but she wasn't really there. All of it was a product of her drifty mind.
"I think that should do her. She seems to be enjoying the laughing gas. Tell a joke, Doctor."
Peggy heard the words but didn't understand them. But they were funny and she couldn't keep herself from laughing hysterically.
"Enough. I concur, Doctor," came another voice.
"Fuck away, gentlemen. I will monitor her reactions on our valuable electronic equipment."
One of the men chuckled, then asked, "Who first?"
"Suit yourselves. I might suggest that, in the state she's in, you might try as many as four at a time."
There was more laughter, which Peggy didn't understand. But she was feeling so good, she joined in.
Then she gasped. Distant, a cock had prodded into her pussy lips. It was as if those cunt lips belonged to someone else but she was still feeling them, getting the full impact of a long, erect cock fucking into her body.
Then came the squishy noise of a cock reaming out a well-juiced twat. She realized from the waves of sensation rippling through her belly that she was being fucked by someone. Just who, she didn't know. It had to be one of the doctors that her master had brought in.
Her master? She shook her head. She was a free woman. She lived in the United States of America. She wasn't anyone's slave.
But her master had commanded her and she must obey. Otherwise, he would punish her. It was all too confused. She decided to simply lie back and enjoy the feel of the prick fucking her so avidly.
"God, she is a tight one," came a voice.
"Yes, and look at the meters. She's close to an orgasm right now. I didn't know you had that hot a prick, Ken."
Another laugh, then she felt a long, hard cock pressing into one hand. The command, "Stroke it" made her react. A cock in her hand. She could give this man a hand job while the other was fucking her so wantonly. With her legs spread apart, what better thing could she hope for?
Another prick was placed in her other palm. She now had cock in both hands and her cunt. This was living. But still it didn't stop. Another climbed up onto the table and squatted down so that his prick dangled just inches away from her lips. The cock was bouncing and slowly stiffening as she watched. It was getting too hard to remember what she should be doing.
Stroking cock with each hand was nice, but should she suck on this man's prick, too? While the other one was still fucking her tight little cunt? The orders came: "Suck his prick. Hurry!"
She strained her neck and managed to capture just the tip of the purpled knob in her mouth. Her tongue was becoming used to pulling in more and more prick without using her hands. She managed to tease his prick to a semi-erect state, then bobbed her head forward and gulped in half of it.
"Christ, if I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Art, you're a genius!"
"I know. Look at her. Wanton and completely willing to do whatever I tell her. She's jerking off two men, letting another fuck her and all the time, she's sucking on a nice, hard prick. She's a marvel of the modem world. And look at the meters! She's already pegging the needles!"
She didn't care if she was pegging needles or not. All she knew was that she had more than she could handle. Her fingers were clamped firmly around jerking, straining prick. Her fingers managed a massage and caress the entire length of each man's prick.
Then she went down lower and began playing with their balls. This made both of the doctor's moan and move, just a little closer to the table. They were obviously turned on by the way she fondled their balls, made their cocks into hard fucking tools and brought them to the edge of orgasm.
"God, I haven't gotten off this fast since I was fifteen years old!" exclaimed one of the men. She felt his prick buck and dance, then hot gooey cum ran down between her fingers.
"SO move out of the way and let me in!"
She barely noticed a brand new prick being shoved into her jism-covered hand. The number of men in the room was growing. She had see five or six come in, and now there were an even dozen.
She sucked harder on the man's prick. He was leaning forward so that he could drive his cock directly into her face. She didn't mind if he face-fucked her. In fact, she liked it, wanted it.
It made Doctor Wilson happy. And whatever made him happy, pleased her. She was his to command. No matter how degrading, if he asked, she'd do it without question.
The man she was jerking off in her right hand came. Another moved immediately to take his place. She was beginning to enjoy this more and more. The feel of the hot, creamy jizz all over her hand stimulated her almost as much as the bucking cock she held lightly between her lips.
Her tongue rolled and caressed the very tip of the cock in her mouth. She wasn't able to suck much harder than she was doing. She needed more and more air. The dizzy feeling was going away but she was still floating a little bit from the gas they'd given her.
When she found her mouth filled with steamy, tasty cum, she knew the man she was giving head to had come. Everything was disjointed and vague to her.
Her entire body was quivering like a racehorse waiting in the staffing gate. Both hands were full of spurting pricks and the cum from the man's cock in her mouth dribbled down her chin. But she got the most out of the man still fucking her cunt.
She relaxed a little bit and let the sensations wash through her body. Her cunt lips turned bright red from the friction of his fucking, then the warmth spread into her cunt. And from there, it burst throughout her body like a spreading forest fire. Her entire body was consumed by the carnal blaze started by the man's prick buried so far up into her juicy cunt.
She tensed her belly muscles a little and felt the contours of the man's cock inside her. The way her cunt walls tightened around him, she thought he was going to come right away. His prick bucked and danced wildly inside her until she was moaning from the added stimulation.
The fucking was reaching the end because she could feel the man's prick expanding until it was swollen past the point where any normal man would have come. But still the nameless man fucked on.
Then it felt as if a firehose had been shoved up her cunt. The fiery hot tide of his jism blasted into her cunt and whitewashed the walls. She screamed then. Her tortured pussy wasn't able to take such a lava-hot outpouring. It was still trying to recover from having the bottle jammed up it while she was sucking off Doctor Wilson.
"Next," came the voice from between her legs. "I've had it. And God, does she ever have one hell of a tight cunt."
"So who wants sloppy seconds?" demanded another.
"Doesn't matter to me. Hell, if Jake says she's that tight, sloppy thirds won't bother me!"
Immediately, she felt another, stubbier prick reaming her out. The men had changed positions to give one the chance to rest. She tried to focus her eyes on the ceiling and failed. Everything was still blurred around the edges.
All that was sharp and intense was the feeling in her body. Where once pain had dwelled, there was nothing but pleasure now. The man – men! – fucking her cunt were giving her the ultimate human pleasure. And each of the doctors she jerked off were giving her a little bit of joy. She knew she was pleasuring them and that gave her a quiet sort of bliss.
Blinking her eyes seemed to form an image out of thin air. It was another doctor crawling up onto the table to get a blow job from her. She managed to get the words out, "Hurry, I want your cock between my lips! I need it! I NEED IT!"
"Shit, she's more than ready and willing, she's damned eager for my lovely old prick!"
"Yeah, you old fuck, she's ready for you."
"Up yours, Fred. Your prick's already shot from having her jerk you off."
"Won't be for long. I'm next in line after Matt finishes fucking her. I don't mind sloppy anything as long as her cunt's still nice and firm around my prick."
"God, it is, it is!" grunted the man fucking her. She was lost in a carnal paradise. The dock pressing into her lips had a new taste to it. She didn't know if she liked it or not. But she sampled it along with all the other joys Doctor Wilson had given her in this operating room.
She knew he was the one responsible for this. Him and him alone. She was forever indebted to him for giving her the choice of how many pricks? A dozen? Two dozen? Or more?
It didn't matter. She had two more fountaining pricks in each hand. She was making the men come faster than they liked, but to hell with that. She was the one on the receiving end of the pleasure. That was all that mattered to her.