Under her soft but secure blindfold, Lynn Richards had begun crying quietly again. The unbearable agony of the clips biting through the unprotective cups of her bra and into the tender, throbbing flesh of her swollen nipples had become the purest form of torture, unrelieved for the slightest moment.
Why had she done this to herself – again?
After the last time, so much milder than this time, she had sworn to herself that she'd never do it again, never place herself into such an uncompromisingly vulnerable position – even without the added physical insult of pain.
Yet, here she was.
Lying on her belly, hog-tied with two heavy pairs of steel handcuffs, the cold steel clamped down much too tightly around her slender ankles, her thin wrists. The gagging mass of her soaked panties filled her aching mouth, and she was blindfolded perfectly.
She had long ago ceased struggling, trying to roll over onto her side to ease the cutting crushing pressure of the metal teeth of the alligator clips mashed into the lush globes of her tits. She simply remained still, her entire body one aching, throbbing, sweating temple of discomfort of pain, and now of tenor!
The key!
Where was that fucking damn key?
It should have fallen to the floor long ago. The ice surely couldn't still be melting. Lynn had been lying here too long, more than an hour in this strenuous bondage, her wrists worn raw and red just from the pressure of the slipping steel cuffs.
What had gone wrong?
Lynn moaned and wept weakly. Nothing could possibly have gone wrong! It was all too simple, too perfectly easy! The ice couldn't melt. The key unattached to the string, couldn't fall.
Yet, it hadn't fallen!
And, if it hadn't fallen by now – OH GOD!
Lynn was trapped! There was absolutely no escape clause, no secret method of releasing the tight cuffs, the gag, the blindfold! No way out, and no help. No one knew she was bound, helpless, hungry, in so much awful pain!
And she wasn't expected back to work for two whole days!
Lynn sniffled back the last few tears was useless to lie here crying. She had to think her way out of this terrible situation – and soon!
The circulation in her wrists and ankles had been cut almost completely off. Her hands and feet tingled, prickled, were slowly going numb.
And the raging horniness in her gut, the itching agony of her oozing cunt the deep aching longing lust in her big tits, all were sweeping over her in wave after torturing wave of unfulfilled desire, need – demand!
Lynn gave a deeply felt shudder and sighed through her nose.
Oh, I hurt so bad!
She clenched her wet thighs, feeling the sticky warmth of her gooey juices, and moaned again.
Please come! Come! COME!
She was torn between her lusting rutting need to rub herself off and her fear of being found like this, her miserable secret discovered, trussed up like a pig for slaughter.
With a whine of despair and a tiny series of quiet whimpers, Lynn went limp in her restraints.
All she could do was wait.
Doctor Carl Fox eyed the girl standing in front of his desk with pleasure. She was a fucking stunner! Her beautiful tits were full-blown, puffing out of the front of that tight white blouse of hers. Her huge dark nipples showed through the thin material.
"Well, Julie, I guess I'd better take a look at you."
Damn right – a look and a fuck and a suck!
Julie lowered her pretty eyes, embarrassed.
"Yes… yes, sir," she stammered in a very quiet voice. Obviously she was highly distressed over the prospect of removing all her clothes for a physical examination.
"Julie… when did you have your last physical?" Carl asked the teen, already certain of her answer.
"I… I never had one before, sir." It was a distant whisper.
Carl felt his cock spring to life, banging hard against his confining zipper, desperate to leap out and snake up this lovely morsel's cunt before she even knew it was happening.
Carl loved them and inexperienced all scared and fluttery like this, innocent and embarrassed.
And all so unwillingly cooperative.
They didn't have the faintest idea that he was doing anything wrong. And he could always tell which ones would be too utterly embarrassed to tell anyone else about their experiences on his examination table.
Most of them, not knowing any better, actually returned time after time – and believed he was really curing them of terrible diseases that they didn't even have.
It was a highly dangerous, but erotic and exciting life.
"OK, honey. You go down the hall to Room Three. I'll be along in a moment."
"Yes, sir," the girl said. She turned and went out into the hall, pausing for a minute to look both ways, as though she was about to cross the street, affording Carl a wonderful view of her trim ass, her twin buns so tight and firm under her short yellow skirt.
Carl watched her start down the hall. Damn! Julie was so cunt-fucking lovely! Such long thick brown hair, caught up in a waist-length ponytail and tied with a narrow white ribbon whose two long strands dangled down her hair. Her tits were perfect – capped with two huge nipples that made Carl's mouth water. Her body was a trim number that looked both strong and fragile at the same time, with slender hips and thighs and long slim legs.
Carl stood up, folding his long white coat over the front of his legs, hiding his enormous erection as he walked down the hall toward Room Three.
Julie was standing quietly beside the examination table, her ass pressing against the firm but pliant side of the table, one arm held lightly over her full tits. A bright red blush covered her face.
She was staring at the series of photographs on the wall near the door. Each picture showed a girl lying on an examining table just like this one, with their legs spread wide, their cunts absolutely bare and stretched wide open. Under the photo was a title, explaining some subtle point about the, method of examination at that point.
But to Julie's shocked mind, they were simply filthy pictures – dirty photos of women.
Julie felt her heart racing, thudding loudly in her chest, the blood in her veins burning, making her feel all itchy and dizzy. She reached out and placed her hand on the table to support herself. It seemed like an awfully strange table. It had all kinds of levers and buttons and harsh-looking straps and belts of all sizes.
It reminded the girl of that vile machinery for torture she'd seen at the Wax Museum last year during a school field trip.
The door opened behind her, and Julie, startled, whirled around.
"Oh! You scared me!"
"Sorry. Just let me wash my hands, and I'll be right with you, dear."
Julie wet her lips as she waited, her whole body trembling in fearful expectation, her eyes darting all about the room, avoiding those obscene pictures, her heart hammering wildly.
"OK Julie. You can hop up onto the table now."
"Oh." The teenager wasn't sure she wanted to do that. She hesitated, stroking the smooth cool leather surface of the table, eyeing those weird looking stirrups.
"Come on, honey. I have other patients, you know."
Julie glanced at the doctor over her shoulder, of course! He did have other patients. And he was a doctor, after all. It was his job to look at her body, to make sure it was OK.
Julie gave the man a meek smile, then sighed as she felt herself relax a bit. She turned toward him, pressing her ass against the table, pushing up with her toes and scooting herself around, lifting her long legs up over one stirrup and straightening them between the two upright posts.
She sat for a moment looking at things. What were all those things? And those straps dangling from each stirrup were very obviously designed to hold a girl's bare foot securely in place, with no freedom of movement at all.
"Would you take your shoes and socks off, please?" Carl asked her, smiling, holding up his freshly washed hands.
Julie bent forward over her knees and slipped the buckles open on her leather shoes. She slipped each shoe off, then rolled over onto her side and placed the shoes on the slightly raised step that stuck out from the side of the table near the floor.
She pushed each nylon down and off her delicate feet, then casually dropped them on top of her shoes. She sat back up straight, her feet pressed tightly together, her skirt smoothed down over her thighs almost to her knees.
She pursed her lips and waited.
"Well…" Carl hinted.
Julie looked at him, her open innocent expectant face.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Uh, this is a physical examination, sweetheart. I can't examine you with your clothes on… can I?"
"Uh… no sir. I guess you can't."
Julie cleared her throat, trying to waste time.
"Take off your panties, honey," Carl said making his voice gentle, even though he wanted to rip the clothes from this sexy cunt and rip her pussy open with his throbbing cock.
"My panties?"
"Yes, your panties."
The woman cleared her throat again, then nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Julie lowered herself back onto her elbows, then onto her back, stretching out fully on the table top. She lifted her hips off the table and reached under the hem of her short skirt. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pretty pink panties and dragged them down over her thighs to her knees.
Struggling to keep her skirt over her thighs, she sat back up and slipped the panties down to her ankles, pulling one bare foot through the leg hole, then the other.
She sat there, wondering what she should do with her panties now. Just drop them down with her shoes and socks? That seemed extremely crude to the girl. She chewed on her lower lip as she folded her panties neatly and placed them beside her hip on the table, patted them once, then folded her hands in her lap and stared at the wall beyond her bare feet.
"Julie? Your skirt, honey…"
Julie looked at Carl, saw those filthy pictures just over his shoulder. She quickly looked away, wiggling her bare toes.
Well, this was it! Her skirt!
With a quiet little whine, Julie stretched herself back out on her back. Her hands rested over her tummy. She slipped them downward the slightest bit to the buckle on her belt, automatically worked it open, then unbuttoned the single button and slowly ran the zipper down its short length. She opened the loosened flaps of the skirt material over her taut tummy, and lifted her ass off the table again, pushed the waist of the skirt and the rest of the bunching material down her legs – all with her eyes tightly shut and her face burning with shame.
Carl's eyes went wide and he gasped as the teen's tender cunt came into view – lost for a moment as she pulled her knees high to slip the skirt over them and lifted her feet to free her legs of the material – but when she straightened her long legs back out on that table.
Naked from the waist down, Julie presented the most appetizing sight Carl had ever seen. Her cuntlips were full and puffy, lightly covered with a pale brown muff of silky curls, with a deep rich pink slit slicing through the center, and the still deeper pink of her inner lips peeping through, swollen and moist.
Julie felt as though her heart was going to batter it's way right out through her chest. Her full tits heaved with each difficult breath, and she found it hard to swallow. She knew the doctor was staring right at her – at her pussy!
Only her blouse and her well-filled bra remained to be stripped from her warm sweating body.
Without waiting for further commands, not wishing to make the doctor angry at her, Julie lifted both hands to her throat and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She lifted her shoulders a bit and pulled the loose shirt down her arms, getting up awkwardly onto her elbows – eyes still tightly clenched – to remove the shirt completely from her wrists.
Carl watched, thrilled, as the teen continued stripping her beautiful body for him. His hands shook in anticipation of touching the smooth soft flesh of the teenager.
Julie sat up, her knees automatically spreading apart slightly, and twisted her arms up behind her back to unhook her bra, arching her spine and pulling her shoulders far back to do so, thrusting her firm tits forward. The bra strap came open, and the bra cups sagged forward, slipping over the upper slopes of Julie's pretty tits, almost exposing the darker flesh of her nipples. But one hand caught the front of the bra and held it up as she slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. She pulled first one arm and then the other free of the loops of white, and then laid herself back down on the table, the bra cups resting loosely over her heaving mounds.
With a very quiet whine. Julie pulled the bra off her tits. Her hand flopped weakly down to her side, and the limp bra fell on top of the rest of her clothing.
She was completely naked!
Carl stared down at Julie's body. The teen was stunningly lovely. Her entire body was delicately tanned, except for a very narrow band of white flesh around her hips and another around her breasts – telling of an extremely skimpy bikini.
He rubbed his sweating palms on the front of his lab coat, wet his lips, cleared his throat – his cock pulsating achingly in his pants – and picked up the girl's pile of clothing.
"Let me move these things aver to the shelf, Julie, so they'll be out of our way… OK?"
He smiled as he heard the teen's weak whisper: "OK."
He turned back toward her, shaking his head at the eye-busting treasure on the table – a beautiful virgin – all stretched out on the cool leather table like a sacrificial offering to the God of lust.
Carl moved close beside the table, his cock hard and hurting. He wanted to fuck this teen's cunt in the worst way, rip her virgin slit wide open!
Trembling, Carl reached out and carefully wrap his fingers around Julie's slim bare ankle. He delighted in the jerk of her leg at his sweaty touch.
Carl patted her leg just below her knee. He smiled, letting his eyes rest on the teen's tits, delightfully large and full for a girl so young, but not overly huge. Her nipples were large and dark, swollen with her fear of what was going to happen to her on this table, and with the coolness of the air in the room.
"Well, honey," Carl said to her softly, stroking down to her ankle again, and lifting it high, slipping her delicate foot into the stirrup, "there's really no need to be afraid."
Julie moaned as she felt the strap being fit tightly in place over the high arch of her foot, wrapped around behind the narrow portion of her heel – locking her bare foot into the stirrup.
Julie wiggled her toes.
The quickly warming leather strap felt funny to the girl, so snug over her foot. She tried to pull her foot off the stirrup but found she was completely trapped. Her foot wouldn't budge.
Carl walked around to the other side of the table and held out his palm.
"Other foot, sweetie," he commanded. Hesitantly, Julie lifted her leg and placed her ankle in Carl's hot palm. He raised her foot to the second stirrup and quickly strapped and buckled it into place. Julie's long slim legs were now pulled apart – not uncomfortably but certainly embarrassingly – opening her thighs just far enough to give the man a nice view of her whole cunt.
Julie tried to relax.
He was a doctor!
He was NOT going to hurt her!
She felt a deep tingling growing stronger and stronger within her lower body, somewhere deep inside her cunt, and her nipples began to ache and itch terribly. She wanted to reach down and scratch them, scratch her cuntlips until the strange sensation went away.
She shifted her hips on the table, and the warmed leather creaked, reminding the girl of how a saddle sounded when she shifted in it.
"Give me your arm, Julie," Carl said. He was standing near her head, and the sound startled her. She had been lost in her own thoughts.
"You arm, honey. Up here."
Julie twisted to look where Carl was patting yet another stirrup-like contraption. Not knowing any better, she gave Carl her hand and let him pull her arm, stretch it high over her head and press her wrist into a U-shaped metal cup, similar to the stirrup for her ankles. He then buckled her wrist into place – very tightly.
And finally, she felt her other wrist being trapped by the other strap. She gave a feeble tug at both wrists, testing the strength of her bonds – though she didn't think of them as bonds – and discovered that there was absolutely no way she was going to escape, until the Doctor was finished with his examination of her naked body.
"Now!" Carl said with a grin, stepping back and admiring the full stretch of the teen's taut body. "Now we can get down to business!"
"Let's get down to business, bitch!" the hard faced man on the movie screen shouted at the voluptuous woman cowering before him. Seated in the audience, Harry Lowes gritted his teeth and nodded.
Whip the fucking shit out of that bitching whore!
The huge man on the screen lifted his arm high and brought the whip slashing downward, smashing it with all his strength into the stark white flesh of the girl bound to the bed – slashing the whip flesh of the girl bound to the bed – slashing the whip directly across her bare belly and doubling her off the bed, as far as her tightly tied wrists and ankles would allow. A tremendous wail of agony exploded from her lips.