Peggy had no idea how long she worked on all the men. It might have been minutes or hours or even days. She had all she could handle. And there was no need for her to eat or rest.
She had mouthful after tasty mouthful of jism. She drank more than she had in her entire life. And sleep? Who needed it? She was active enough to wear out fifteen men. That was what counted. That and how well she was pleasing her master.
Doctor Wilson finally called off the gang rape. "Has everyone got his rocks off?"
"Yeah."
"You bet!"
"Couldn't be better!" came the answers.
"If everyone's had the chance at the opening of his choice, then split. I'll take care of all the equipment."
"You gonna take care of her, too? Or would you want us to do it for you?"
Peggy loudly protested, "No! I don't want anyone but Doctor Wilson!"
"That answers the question, Vic. Buzz off. I'd say fuck off but your prick might fall off instead. God, what a fucking this has been."
The men left her alone with Doctor Wilson in, the operating room. He silently shut down all the equipment and finally released her from the straps holding her to the table.
"You can cleanup and report back to your next shift. I'll cover for you if you've missed any work. I don't believe you have, though."
"I love you!" she cried out. "I love you!"
"Don't be absurd. We've had a little fun, that's all. Now run along and don't bother me again. This has been pleasant, but I couldn't care less if I even see you again!"
She sat on the table, naked and stunned. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. After all she'd done trying to please the man, he was turning her down. All she wanted was a little more of his prick. That would keep her happy.
And she'd be happy if he was happy.
He was her master!
"Don't go! Wait, I…" But it was too late. Doctor Wilson had already left the operating room. The swinging doors hissed behind him as he passed through them.
She was heartbroken. She could not comprehend that he had left her like this. She'd done everything he'd asked. She had tolerated the pain, even gotten to the point of enjoying what he was doing to her. And it was all to please him!
She silently put on a dressing gown that had been discarded and walked out of the hospital. No one even seemed to notice her. She was so dejected that she thought she might have vanished from human sight altogether.
At home, a cup of coffee built up her spirits a little bit but not enough. She had to find out if Doctor Wilson had really decided never again to see her. It might all be some elaborate joke he was playing on her. She still hadn't quite figured, out his sense of humor.
She rushed back to the hospital and boldly went into Doctor Wilson's office without even knocking. The man was reading a file. He placed it carefully on the table, then looked up at her.
"So? You've decided to come back to me. Of your own free will?"
"Yes, damn you, yes! I need you! I need what you do to me!"
He leaned back in his fancy leather swivel chair and bit down on the tip of his pen.
"DO you understand what you're saying? That you're begging me to torture you again?"
"Yes, yes! Anything!" she pleaded. "As long as I can be with you. I love you, I love what you do to me. All the other men fall over themselves trying to get into my pants. You… treat me differently. You act as if you don't care. But I know you do!"
"You're wrong. I don't give a tinker's damn about you."
"You must!" she sobbed. She fell to her knees and put her face into cupped hands. This was almost too much to bear. He had to care. He had to!
"However, even though I don't care one whit for you, I do enjoy a willing slave. Are you still willing?"
"Yes!"
"Shut up, slave! You will speak only when spoken to! And you will always address me as master!"
"Yes, MASTER!"
"Get those hands behind your back!"
Before she could obey, he savagely jerked one of her arms behind her in a hammerlock. Holding her immobile, he pulled out a piece of twine from his pocket. Quickly, he looped this around her wrist, then grabbed the other and similarly bound it.
The twine cut cruelly into her wrists. But she didn't complain. This was what she had wanted subconsciously from the doctor. She wanted to be shown that he cared enough to do this.
"My cock needs attending to. Suck on it, slave!"
"Yes, master. Anything you say!"
She moved forward until she could press her face into the man's crotch. His fly wasn't open.
She looked up expectantly at him. He only glared at her as if saying, "That's your problem. Solve it!"
She figured out how to lower the zipper using her lips and teeth. She managed to lift the little metal tab and then work it between her teeth. A quick movement of her head brought the zipper all the way down its metal track with a metallic hissing sound.
His prick fell out of his pants, limp and needy of attention. She gave that to him. She gave it all she had.
She took the limpness into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. The man moaned slightly, then took a step backwards. With her hands tied the way they were, Peggy almost fell forward onto her face.
"What?" she asked of the man.
"Suck, damn you, cunt, suck!"
She painfully worked her way forward. Losing her balance once, she toppled over. He made no move to help her up. She fought to get her knees back under her body.
Grim determination was all it took. She vowed to give him the best head ever. And she lumbered back toward his erect cock. The red shaft of prick was gleaming in the dim light of the room. Her saliva had made it glisten with a silvery glow that excited her more than she would have thought possible.
"Suck!" he commanded. And she obeyed.
Her lips closed softly on the very end of his prick. She tasted the greatness of his virility. The male musk odor came to her nostrils. Flaring, she took in an even deeper breath.
Bobbing her head back and forth rammed the prick directly between her lips. She face-fucked herself, slowly at first, then with even greater speed.
The cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, then plunged down her throat. She almost gagged, then caught herself. She couldn't even hint that she didn't want his prick in her mouth. She had to control herself while giving him all the expert oral love she could summon. That was the only way to keep her master happy.
And when he was happy, she was happy.
That's the way it worked.
Her tongue whirled around the very tip of his prick as soon as she pulled back enough. The man groaned renewed pleasure. She knew she was giving him what he wanted. She had to. The thick hood of his glans was expanding under her oral caresses. Her tongue was restless, giving and taking incredible pleasure.
"No more!" he snapped.
"But master! I'm just getting started!"
He took two steps back and she tumbled to the carpet again. Rolling onto her side, she looked up at the man. He seemed to tower over her, a giant among men. His prick was so erect, so firm, so completely virile that she felt her cunt beginning to water.
"On your knees, slut. And then touch your head to the floor in respect for me!"
She twisted and turned until she could get her knees doubled up under her. Then she bent forward to the position a slave takes in front of her master. She didn't like it. She didn't like it at all because she wasn't able to properly suck on his prick.
Then it no longer mattered.
He came around behind her and kneeled down. She desperately wanted to turn and see what he was doing but a cold "Don't move!" froze her to the spot. She had been ordered; she obeyed.
A knife blade ran along the woman's spine. She felt gooseflesh forming under the cold blade of the knife. Then it ran down past her waist and cut open her panties. The snicking noise continued and she felt the cool air from the air conditioner running across her naked cunt.
He had cut away her offending clothes to bare her snatch.
"Bend forward. More!"
As she did, she felt his saliva-wet prick nudge between her asscheeks. He was going to fuck her! She rejoiced. Then she felt his cock drive home all the way up her asshole.
There weren't any preliminaries. He didn't try to ease himself up her ass to give her inner tissues time to adjust to the unusual male invader. He simply fucked her butt with all the strength in his body.
She screamed. It felt as if he had rammed a white hot poker into her bowels. She felt the searing cock begin to move back and forth. A tiny trickle of blood lubricated her asshole.
And through the pain, she felt excitement. She needed this kind of treatment like a flower needs water. All those men who had been namby-pamby with her were forgotten. This was a man. This was how a man made love to the woman of his choice.
"Spread your legs wider," he ordered. "I want to see my prick disappearing into your asshole."
She quickly obeyed, although the pain shooting through her cunt was almost enough to make her pass out. She wanted to do whatever, he commanded, no matter how difficult it was for her. That was the only thing that would make the bound woman happy, content, a complete woman.
"Good, very good. I like seeing my prick vanish up your ass. And God, it's like a noose around my prick. Tighten your asshole, slave! Tighten it immediately!"
He grunted with pleasure as she did as she was told. Even though her insides were quaking with pain, she tensed up and tried to pull his prick deeper into her bowels.
He began fucking her then with long slow strokes designed to push her desires to the breaking point. She felt each and every stroke with her delicate membrane. It was as if he were rubbing her raw.
There hadn't been much spit on his prick when he started fucking her. The butt fucking rapidly wore it off. And without the natural oils from her cunt to grease the way, it soon began to hurt her worse than anything else she could remember.
"My ass is on fire! Don't! Stop it! I… I can't take it!"
"You will take it. You will enjoy it! I command you to enjoy my prick all the way up that shit chute of yours!"
He fucked her even faster. She felt his body slam into the roundness of her ass. Once upon a time, a long time ago, she had enjoyed this feeling. She remembered Luke, sweet, dumb Luke, who had introduced her to the joys of having her ass well fucked. That had been painful at first, then it turned into nothing but pleasure.
This started out joyously, then was subtly changed into agony for her. Everything Doctor Wilson did ended up that way. She wanted out of this but knew it wasn't possible.
She was under his spell. She would do as he told her because only he, of all men, had ever been truly dominant with her. How she hated the men like Luke! She could make them do anything she wanted. All she had to do was offer them a piece of ass and they'd fall all over themselves to get into her cunt.
Doctor Wilson had, been different. She knew from the first who was the dominant one and who was the slave.
He commanded. She obeyed.
"Oh, ohhhhh! My poor, sweet ass! You… your cock inside me is so damned fucking hot!"
She came.
She burned with renewed fury. Her entire body shook as a final orgasm smashed into her. Then she collapsed forward onto the rug, her hands still tied so that she couldn't break her fall.
She banged her nose on the rug. But it no longer mattered to her. She had found the one man in her life who wouldn't bow to her demands. He knew how to command and be instantly obeyed. She not only loved him, she worshipped his cock. He stood, looking down at her. His icy voice said, "Go on, slave. Kiss my shoes."
She considered it an honor that he would ask.
And she knew that if she pleased him, he might grant her the fine gift of his long, hard prick one more time. That was what she lived for now. That and nothing else.